Text From Last Night Friday
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withasmile87. Today is offically the start of the weekend and what a way to start off that than Text From Last Night. Prompts should come from Text From Last Night. The website can be found here.Just a few rules:
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+ RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, (216): He played Harry Potter Fan Fiction videos to get me in the mood. He might be the one.
+ The Walking Dead, Merle Dixon/any, (314): Fine I'll cuddle you but only for the purpose of trying to survive
+ Scream(TV), Jake Fitzgerald/Brook Maddox, (631): I find celibacy oppressive. Huge waste of my time and talents.
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Date: 2016-09-02 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:01 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyle
Date: 2016-10-28 06:52 pm (UTC)"I just don't get it," he growled.
"I wanted him to come to the yearly anniversary of the Tyler Company next month. Make it official. The great coming out. Because I'm fed up with turning up with a fake date there and pretend to be what I'm not. What else can I do to show him that I love him?“
„Hm. You cheated on him, Zeke, when you got into his phone. What do you expect?“
„He cheated on me!“
Zeke's face darkened even more.
„This is not about the stupid cell phone. He is more interested in it that I got into his phone than I caught him cheating.“
Stokely smirked.
"I'm afraid, Zeke, you are wrong. It's all about trust."
"I did trust him.“
Zeke slammed his mug back on the table; spilled the coffee all over the table.
"More than anyone else. As a junior chef of a big company, you learn quickly, to be careful. People uses you, your money, your position.
I thought Casey would be different. But obviously, I was wrong. He meets with … what's her name again? Delilah. Deliah Profitt. Twenty-two years old, high society bitch.“
"Oh, she's quite okay."
Zeke gasped for air.
"You do know her?"
Stokely nodded.
"Yeah. Casey introduced her to me some time ago. She is working as a freelance journalist for a traveling magazine. That's why Casey met her; she needed some photos for her newest article. In the meantime, they became good friends."
"Very close friends. He calls her at least twice a week. Last Friday he canceled our date to meet her. And he didn't even have the courage to tell me the truth.“
The lump in Zeke's gut got bigger and bigger. Of course, this was not the first disappointment in his life. And he had always been able to shake it off and just move on. Life was like that; he had learned this from childhood on. But this time it wouldn't be that easy.
The moment when this little guy with the much too big camera around his neck had entered his office together with the reporter team for an interview had changed everything. He hadn't been able to think about anything else but crystal-clear blue eyes. How he had managed it to get through the next 30 minutes he couldn't say anymore. But afterward, the guy had stepped closer to his desk.
„Casey,“ he had said and stretched out his hand.
„Any plans for tonight? I know a small pub around the corner, they have live music every Friday evening. Do you like Irish Pop?“
This had been about six months ago. Since then they had been together; his best relationship ever. At least he had thought so. And he had been ready to make it official; to tell the world that he was together with the most wonderful guy he could imagine. Of course, his father would freak out at first; he would break a lot of hearts from girls who had never stopped to cherish the hope that one day he would change his mind about a marriage. But they all would have to accept it that he had made his final decision.
Zeke swallowed. He needed to remember that it was out and over. Casey had cheated on him and this betrayal almost tore him apart.
„You are a dork. A brilliant mind when it comes to business, but you still have a lot to learn about serious feelings.“
He blinked confused at Stokely's words.
„What's that supposed to mean?“
"The truth?“
Stokely rolled her eyes.
"The truth is that this boy loves you. Much more than you deserve it. He wanted to go to this stupid anniversary thing of your Company, though this is for sure not his world. The thought alone to meet your family has scared him half to death.
But for you, he wanted to make the best out of it. Delilah gives him dance lessons."
Zeke stared at her, puzzled.
"Dance … what?“
"You have talked about the ball in the evening and that you want to dance with him. Casey loves music but he never had any dance lessons before. Delilah offered to help him. She has a friend, he owns a dance studio in Manhattan. There they met twice a week.
That's all, Zeke. Dancing. Can you imagine how much it hurts him that you snoop around in his cellphone and accuses him of cheating?“
go to part 2
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:06 am (UTC)Fill -- Justified, Raylan Givens+OFC, "Albert"
Date: 2016-09-02 07:34 pm (UTC)Dittany Crowe beams at him. "That's just Albert. Don't worry, Marshal, he's harmless."
"Really? He didn't look too happy to see me."
"Well sure, on account of, that there is his bathroom and he isn't used to strangers just barging in on him."
"Give him my apologies. Tell him I was looking for your cousin, Cletus," Raylan pushes his hat back and gazes at the door. "Have you two been together long?"
"About a year. Last time I was down in Florida visiting my folks, I went out for a walk, and I saw Albert and it was love at first sight."
Raylan nods. The more he sees of the Crowe family, the more inclined he is to believe most anything. It seems like not so long ago that he had Dewey Crowe pegged as the nuttiest pile of squirrel poop he'd ever seen, but Dittany just might take the prize.
"I couldn't help myself," she's saying. "He was just so little and awkward and cute, flopping back and forth. So I brought him home and gave him a good dinner and we've been together ever since."
"Does your landlord know about him?"
Luray waves her hand airily. "Landlord wouldn't care. Albert's a gentleman," she says. "You act like he's gonna poop on the carpet or tear up the vertical blinds. He's perfectly happy just the way he is."
"If you say so. If Cletus drops by, ask him to give me a call. He's not in trouble; I need to ask him about his old cellmate, Danny Rugg."
"I'll do that."
"Take care, Dittany," he says as he heads out the door--because a gal keeping a two-foot long alligator in her bathtub needs to be very, very careful indeed.
...
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:24 am (UTC)(989): Can you come pick me up and take me to breakfast then the police station?
(615):Where's your car?
(989): The girl I brought home apparently stole it
Fill: MCU, Tony Stark+Pepper Potts, Restaurant AU
Date: 2016-09-30 02:49 am (UTC)"Long night?" A beer shortly appeared on the table in front of her.
"You have no idea. Tony Stark owes me for managing this venture for him." Pepper said, pulling her blond hair out of the sleek ponytail.
As if on cue, her cell phone rang. Nat's eyebrows raised. Pepper looked at her. Her boss (technically) had a habit of calling her at the worst possible times. She didn't have to pick up. She shouldn't pick up.
"Don't do it."
Pepper swiped it open. "Tony?" They had a good relationship, Pepper practically ran the gastropub the way she wanted, Tony stopped in, fiddled with the menu, adding items like "deconstructed" food, edible cups for sides, layered drinks that poured like rainbows, things that added to the science spin on the place.
"Hi, Pepper how are you?Good great. Can you come pick me up and take me to breakfast then the police station? Say around 6?"
"Where's your car?"
There wasn't even an awkward silence. Awkward was for other people.
"The girl I brought home apparently stole it."
She must have physically rolled her eyes, not just mentally, because Nat mouthed 'what?'. Pepper brushed her hands away. "5:30. I'll take you before I go to bed. You owe two weeks vacation for this."
"Who'm I going to get to replace you for two weeeeeks?" he wined. "Nobody else looks as pretty."
"Flattery gets you nowhere. I do this from the kindness of my own heart."
"My hero."
**
There was no answer when she arrived,so she used the key he had given her for reasons that were clear only to him. Something about "if the place burns down, I want you to get my alcohol& knives out."
He was passed out on the kitchen table, convertible laptop half assembled, tented over the remains of two Butterfingers.
She shook her head, smiled, and went to get the biggest pot she could find, to drop it onto the tile next to him.
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:47 am (UTC)(682): Okay so I just had a really great idea
(817): no.
FILL: Pizza Night , Star Wars TFA , Hux/Ren
Date: 2016-10-01 10:28 am (UTC)“No!”
“But you haven’t even heard it yet?”
“I don’t need to hear it, Ren, I already know it’s going to be a bad one!”
“How do you know?” Ren asked sticking his chin out, so he was looking down his nose at Hux, “You don’t have the Force.”
“Experience!” Hux replied dryly. Typical of Ren to think of the Force has some high mystical power, that gave knowledge in advance, and Ren himself couldn’t even see into the future using the Force. “I don’t need the Force to tell me how stupid your ideas are, I’ve lived them.”
“The failed ones, perhaps,” Ren replied smoothly.
“They’ve all failed, Ren!” Hux almost shouted. “Not one of them have been successful!”
Ren looked unfazed. He bravely asked, “Name one?”
“Do you want me to answer chronologically or alphabetically?” Hux replied almost instantly.
“Alphabetically,” Ren dared him, but Hux was ready with an answer and began launching into a detailed explanation of the originally mission, how Ren had changed it, and why that was a bad decision. Typical of Hux to be a complete encyclopedia of First Order missions.
“And,” Hux was only getting warmed up at this point, Ren could tell. He sighed and rolled his eyes, as he let Hux continue. “It was a silly idea, and I told you that then, Ren. But did you listen!”
“No,” Ren said dryly.
“No, you didn’t!” Hux continued, “Because you have the Force and that makes you better at making tactical decisions than someone who has studied them his entire life.”
Now Hux had crossed the line from detailing the story to all out complaining about Ren.
“This happens every time, Ren, so, no. No, I don’t want to follow your plan, or even hear your plan. I know it’ll be a bad decision, and I’m not risking any more of my men to your harebrained schemes!”
Ren sighed. He thought he’d asked if Hux was finished, but wasn’t brave enough. It might set Hux off again, or worst he might continue on to another mission. Ren barely remembered the one he was detailing. He couldn’t sit through another. He thought he’d say “This time will be different” but Hux would huff and say “No it won’t,” and then go into another hour monologue about how and why it wouldn’t be. He decided he wouldn’t push the general anymore, and instead lighten the mood.
“I was only going to say we should have pizza tonight!”
Hux sighed heavily and Ren held his breathe. This was it, it was going to die of boredom. Hux had look in his eye; he was unimpressed, and he’d wet his lips meaning he about to speak. . . A Lot. Ren dare not look, but he did. He smiled at Hux, but the general’s only response was;
“Get out!”
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Date: 2016-09-02 10:51 am (UTC)(603): Why the fuck was I face down on the floor with you mounting me like a horse anyway? I'm so confused
FILL: J2, Alpha/Omega mating, nsfw
Date: 2016-09-03 04:20 pm (UTC)Jared could not help himself, he opens his mouth and latches onto Jensen’s throat, canine sharp teeth sinking in deeper and breaking open the skin in a gush of ruby red. Copper stings his tongue, his nostrils flaring when he gets a whiff of his mate's sugar sweet smell floating through the air and blending with the bleeding fragrance.
With the taste of blood in his mouth and the warmth of his mate under him, Jared is instable, licking at Jensen’s neck and lapping up the blood and nearly purring like a kitten as his hips keep rutting, faster, harder. Jensen’s nail cuts into the carpet as his mate stays mounted in place, he looks over his shoulder with his golden eyes catching his mate’s attention.
Jared gazes down at him, lips bloody and plump and beautifully soft, and when Jensen parts his lips in a request for kiss, Jared kisses him with every ounce of love in his heart, unable to hide his smirk when he hears his beloved mate begin to purr like a sweet little kitten.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: J2, Alpha/Omega mating, nsfw
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Date: 2016-09-02 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-09-02 11:47 am (UTC)Fill: Kingsman:The Secret Service, "Eggsy" Unwin/Harry Hart + Merlin
Date: 2016-09-02 03:20 pm (UTC)"Remarkably dull. The strength he had to actually jab though though your flesh-"
"Would you please stop makin that guy sound cool? Because he's not. massive amounts of blood 'ere is not cool." Eggsy said, leaning up from the actual fucking teacher's desk he found himself sagging against.
"I was merely stating-"
Eggsy reached out and grabbed Harry's tie, undoing it with nimble but shaking fingers.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, the action of undoing a tie such a private thing, a thing so only done behind locked doors that the performing of such an action in public threw him for a split second. That Eggsy used the ends to pull Harry against him for a kiss, so close Harry could feel Eggsy's accelerated heart rate.
"Needed something to pack it," Eggsy said, cheekily, slitting his pant leg and packing, then wrapping the remainder of the tie around his leg.
Harry's eyes followed the weapon down the lean line of the young man's thigh. The earlier scuffles hadn't raised his heart rate, but this was threatening to do so.
"Heart okay, old man?" Eggsy said, eyes twinkling with cockiness and adrenaline. He was biting the bottom of his lip but somehow giving a shit-eating-grin anyway. The combination was infuriating, and Harry wanted to do nothing less then wipe the look off his face. With his lips.
So he did, pressing the younger man into the desk, let the rawness of hard flesh felt though layers of bespoke cotton push him into biting Eggsy's neck and divesting him of his own tie, before wrapping it around the young man's hands.
At the surprised flare of Eggsy's eyes, Harry merely smirked primly. "Can't have you interfering with the wound like a common thug."
"Don't stab victims need to be distracted, else they'll stare at their wound?" he said, grin now completely shit eating and uninjured leg wrapping around Harry's thigh, pulling him closer.
"Indeed."
**
"You're late." Merlin groused.
Harry's face was, as always, revealed nothing, Eggsy's very nearly the same.
"Someone saw fit to get stabbed."
"Repeatedly." Eggsy said, so cheerfully and with a sideways glance at Harry that clearly said "and not just by a pencil." Merlin pretended he didn't see, hear, or understand. He was doing a lot of that these days. . .
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Date: 2016-09-02 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-02 01:43 pm (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles/Liam Payne,
(347):
You spent the entire night trying to get me to make out with you
(718):
yeah I remember. your boyfriend shouldnt have cheered me on though.
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Date: 2016-09-02 02:35 pm (UTC)(303): I think my biggest regret in life is not banging you in the science museum
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Date: 2016-09-02 02:37 pm (UTC)(734): This isn't just a hangover. I can feel the blood moving through my veins, and it hurts.
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Date: 2016-09-02 05:22 pm (UTC)sometimes when you bring the thunder you get lost in the storm
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