this is my neighbor's wifi

The name is Gideon, don't spell it wrong; it's not that hard, people. Anyway, I'm a 29 year old ex-private first class turned pizza delivery guy. Don't laugh, it's good for networking. 

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Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before laughing and giving her head a quick shake, the red of her cheeks only more apparent by his blunt talk. “I don’t know. I feel like if I were surrounded by a group of guys who weren’t getting it on a regular basis, it wouldn’t be the same situation at all. Mostly because I’m so much prettier than you.” She waggled her brows, before giggling again. “Me? Nah. I’m always scared someone in my family will go through my phone, so I avoid taking those kinds of pictures. As for the kinky part, just stay out of my sex dungeon and you’ll never have to find out.” Oh god, had she really said that? She couldn’t really help it– Gideon was so easy to talk to, and he was laid back– joking around with him like that just seemed natural. “You keep the giraffe buckled in your back seat? That’s so adorable! That has to be a lot of fun. I feel like I’d get too wrapped up in it, end up going through McDonalds or something and ordering two meals. Justifying it like he could actually eat when all i really want is double fries.” She tilted her head, giving him another pouting glance. “Okay, maybe it’s not original, but it’s a classic for a reason! At least I’m not saying I want to climb Everest! I could never do that, knowing they never take the bodies down there.” She shuddered at the thought of her body stuck up on a mountain for all eternity. “Pfft. Bears should look out for me.”

[gideon-gray]

"Oho, you think you're prettier than me?" He lifted an eyebrow at her, looking all too amused. He leaned back, making sure it was noticeable that he was checking her out, from her red cheeks all the way down to her crossed legs. After a few moments of faux deliberation, he nodded. "Yeah, you're right. A sex dungeon, though..." His smile grew much less friendly at this point, making him look predatory. "I knew befriending you would turn out well for me. Just make sure you don't scratch my face up-- that's my selling point." He cackled afterwards, unable to help himself as he slumped back on the couch. "Haha, yeah, well, I never felt too ashamed about buying double anything. Last week, me and a few buddies went to this burger joint and I got two cheesesteaks, a chili cheese dog and chili cheese fries, and even though the cook was pissed he had to keep making shit for our table, the waitress looked pretty impressed until I was sucking chili off of my shirt." He snorted, reaching up to rub at an eye. "Mount Everest is overrated. Let's climb the Matterhorn instead. The Alps are beautiful, far moreso than anything America has to offer, unfortunately. I bet the bears there would just walk by and greet you in German, though," he finished with a laugh, smiling at her again.

[dahliaswanson-blog]

“My tits are calm! The wind just blew the tripod over with my camera on it!”

[gideon-gray]

“Yeeeah, I’m not so sure about that. Okay, okay, look-- I’ll pick it up. Theeere we go, back on its feet. Or its legs? Whatever. Is it okay? You need a camera doctor or something?”

[emi-sakura]

Are you sure?

[gideon-gray]

Yeah, I gotta rack up karma points some way. C’mon; you like chicken or beef?

[gideon-gray]

You think it’s worth it to trade in my car and get something else? I’ve got my eye on this white Camaro for sale up the road...

[dahliaswanson-blog]

“My camera, no!”

[gideon-gray]

“Whoa, whoa, calm your tits. What’s wrong with it?”

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

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She listened to him list off his apparent likes, her brows raising and a smile playing over her lips. “Good lord. Well, that’s good to know,” she replied with a laugh, her cheeks a decent shade of red at that point. She nodded thoughtfully when he talked about customs, a small pout forming on her lips. “Oh, yeah, I forget about them searching stuff when you mail it. That has to suck a little– especially ‘cause you hear about girls who send… Er, risque pictures to their boyfriends. I’d hate to have some weird guy seeing those pictures if I ever sent them– Not that I have!” She shook her head quickly. “That’s so nice, though. I mean, that you kept it  and fixed it instead of throwing it away. It’s even more impressive that you can sew. I’m better at knitting– I tend to stick myself when I try to sew.” Her eyes lingered on him as he spoke of the giraffe, her head bobbing right along with the story. “Well, I can’t really blame you. If the giraffe is ballin’, you can’t just let her keep it!” Her smile faded some at the mention of the cookies. “Darn. I guess I can’t really blame them, though. They just want to make sure everything’s safe.” She sighed and slouched against the couch again, her eyes traveling back over to him when he spoke again. “No ‘hiking uuugh!’” She wagged a finger at him until he smiled. “Really? I bet that would be a fun place to go, especially in autumn when all the leaves change. I’ve always wanted to go hiking in the rockies, myself. I had a friend who did it, she said that the trails are gorgeous.”

[gideon-gray]

He wasn't blind to the blush in her cheeks and it made him grin rather cheekily as he sat up, shifting forward somewhat. "A man's gotta know what he likes. But yeah, my ex did that-- the whole nudies in the care package thing. Not sure if anyone got into 'em-- probably did, knowing the military, but hey, I had to get off to something, you know?" Gideon sat back, sifting his fingers loosely through his curls, looking entirely too nonchalant about the entire situation. "It's hard to do when you're surrounded by sweaty, smelly dudes filled with too much testosterone, bragging about the thousands of different ways there apparently are to stick your dick in someone. I needed some tits in my life." He cut his eyes at her, looking somewhat amused as he anticipated her reaction. Gideon always got a kick out of making a girl flustered with his blunt words. "I bet you're just playing that good girl card and you've got a sneaky side, where you're just all sorts of kinky. I'm sure there's a nude or two in that phone of yours." He cackled, leaning into the couch a bit more. "But yeah, that giraffe is safely buckled in my backseat. He's the only passenger I'm allowed when I'm at work, which is good enough for me." He listened to her, rolling his eyes, though his smile remained. "The rockies, so original. Not that the Appalachians are, either, what with all that Henry David Thoreau nonsense giving the people the idea that camping out in the wilderness east of the Mississippi is a good idea." He paused, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging. "Though it can be, so long as you look out for bears."

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

Hannah wrinkled her nose and giggled as he squeezed the air. “So you’re a thigh guy, huh? That’s fortunate for women everywhere– it’s an eternal struggle to slim down thighs!” She glanced down to her lap, though her thighs were decently covered by her dress. “Mmn, yeah. The more you have, the more you seem to lose yourself.” She shrugged, peering upward again. “Aww, that’s so sweet! I didn’t even know you could send things like stuffed animals! Do you think they’d let me send cookies? If they do, I will bake so many cookies and send them to as many people overseas as possible.” The idea only made her more excited, as she was nearly bouncing in her seat. “Nah! Being friends with me is a good balance. I stuff your face full of cookies and then make you go hiking with me. See? I care about you!” 

[gideon-gray]

“Thighs, hips, long hair... I just like something to hold onto, something to dig my fingers in. Soft and delicate but still strong.” He stared forward, lost in his own thought before shaking his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “If that makes sense.” Clearing his throat, Gideon shifted in his seat, moving one leg underneath himself. “Oh it was thoroughly checked out by customs. One of my animals had a rip in it and I had to buy a tiny rudimentary sewing kit from this woman on the street in order to fix it. I never told my girlfriend, though, ‘cause I knew she’d get all pissed off.” His lips turned up into a small smile as his eyes roamed to the ceiling, thinking of a memory. “Once, I bought this giraffe from a street market and sent her a picture of it, and she went absolutely insane. She wanted that shit so bad, haha. Gave it to her until we broke up, which was when I took it back, because... fuck her. That giraffe was ballin’.” Gideon sniffed indignantly before turning his attention back to her. “They... probably won’t, since they can’t break cookies apart to check for dangerous things. But then again, who knows?” He shrugged, reaching over one shoulder to scratch. He used the resulting silence to look over her thighs, as he’d caught her doing the same to herself. Not bad, he thought, but his THC-riddled brain alarmed him, forcing his eyes to quickly move back up to hers. “Hiking? Uuugh.” He feigned unwillingness, throwing his head back. But after a second he straightened back up, smiling at her. “I have actually always wanted to visit the Blue Ridge Parkway.”

[gideon-gray]

wrong time, wrong place | devyn & gideon

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Devyn would have been able to keep her calm and simply walk away had he not mentioned the word rag or for her to go fetch it for him. There was a certain limit she accepted and being disrespected in such a way was not one she tolerated. Laughing out loud, though the tightness in her jaw was an indication that she was furious. Her laughter stopped and within moments, she sent her fist flying towards Gideon’s face without a warning as she gripped the front of his shirt. Her knuckles hadn’t heard properly from her last fight but she couldn’t find a reason to care. All she could see was red and had there been a bottle by her side, she would have surely smashed it across his head. It had been a long time coming, and she would enjoy every second of this fight. 

[gideon-gray]

He was able to at least put his beer down when her fist caught his cheek, sending him a few steps back, his ears suddenly losing their ability to work. Probably the shock. “You-- you fuckin’ bitch!” he blurted out with a slight slur. His fists were clenched, ready to strike, but time seemed to slow down for him for a short second as he thought about things. He’d probably go to jail if he punched her because, well, she was a woman, and people didn’t typically take to that very well. But was she really a woman? Could she really be classified as one at this point? His alcohol-soaked brain had already decided no and sent his fist right back at her, teeth clenched, his cheek swelling already. There’d be a bruise in the morning.

[alessamoretti-deactivated201604]

He did have a point. Not about the seeing him naked part. That part was enough to make her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Even though secretly she was kind of amused by him. “I guess I’ll never know. Since I don’t plan on seeing you naked anytime soon” she responded. “If this is your approach to woman than you’re not going to get very far”

[gideon-gray]

“That’s not spelling never, so I’ll take it.” His grin was sincere as he tossed the paper towels. But as he looked her over, he realized that her eyes were a little puffy, causing his expression to soften. Before he could ask about it, however, someone walked in, pausing in between the two, looking around quizzically. “Oh, sorry, we’re having our AA meeting. Please, do what you do.” He turned to Alessa, holding a hand out. “Let’s go get a drink now.”

[emi-sakura]

Broke is one thing, but food is another. Suppose that’s why you’re meant to do something you love. 

[gideon-gray]

I reckon. Regardless, I’m not broke right now-- well, not entirely. Got just enough for a burrito. Want one?

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

[gideon-gray]

hannah-luna-valentine:

“Fingerless gloves and drums? She sounds like the female version of Bender in The Breakfast Club. To be fair, I’d choose him over most any John Hughes movie characters. He tries to act like a baddie, but he’s obviously got a good heart underneath it all.” She looked up in thought, as if to deliberate her decision, before giving a reaffirming nod. She rolled her eyes at the topic of her mother, groaning slightly. “I know. I don’t know what happened. My mom’s side of the family is actually pretty down-to-earth and nice, but she just… I don’t know. It became about money to her. And yeah, he was a major jerk. The kind of guy who thought everything could be solved with money.” She slumped against the couch again, pressing her cheek into it as she turned her head to face him. “That has to be rough, being so far from home. Around Christmas, when I’m doing my cards and stuff, I send a few cards to people stationed overseas. It’s probably hard enough being away from home for so long, but it has to be even harder if you’re all alone and everyone else is getting cards from home. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to thank you all at once, but I guarantee you I’ll try to figure out a way.” Her lips upturned again faintly. She nodded eagerly, straightening up a bit. “I was really good at it. We won state in my senior year, it was so amazing!” She giggled at his sudden excitement, mimicking him by sitting up and throwing her hands up as well. “Yay! Any excuse for me to make food and have people over!” 

“Yeah, I reckon she’s kinda like that. Except she’s not a bitch or anything-- well, she kind of is,” he said, tilting his head, eyes to the ceiling as he thought about it. “At least towards the other broad. Who wasn’t even all that good looking, I mean, she didn’t have any lips, which spells all sorts of bad news for anyone looking for a good time, and her legs were like twigs. If they could reach and rub together, she’d probably start a fire. Meanwhile, Watts had those juicy thighs.” He lifted his hands to squeeze the air, as if he’d like to squeeze those thighs as he bit his lower lip for a second, nose crinkling. But he laughed afterwards, dropping his hands to his lap. “Anyhow. Yeah. Greed is a hell of a thing.” He paused, rubbing his nose. “Yeah, I guess it was kinda hard, but eh, I never really did much around Christmas anyhow. My parents still sent cards, as did my girlfriend at the time. She liked sending stuffed animals. Mostly Pokemon toys. It was great.” He smiled at her, amused at her excitement now, especially since he realized she tried to match his own. “I think being friends with you is gonna make me fat.”

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Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

[gideon-gray]

hannah-luna-valentine:

“He definitely wouldn’t have been as handsome in his later work, that’s for sure.” She giggled softly behind a hand. “Of course she’d still like him, it’s a love story! She probably would have stuck dutifully by his side, since it was the 80′s.” She thought about his question, scrunching her nose a bit. “I don’t think so, but I’ve heard of it– it’s another John Hughes movie, isn’t it? I’m really surprised I haven’t seen it! What am I doing with my life?” She picked up another Ritz cracker, forgoing the cheese this time. “She’s both, really. I hate saying that about my mom, but she really is not all that nice. She’s still in California, with my step-dad. She’s only there to bleed his wallet dry, and only God knows why my step-dad’s keeping her around. I’m pretty sure he’ll be trading her in for a new model any day now.” She rolled her eyes with a soft sigh, before her expression brightened again at the change of subject. “I never did say thank you, did I? For your service, I mean. If I didn’t, then thank you.” She glanced down to the cracker in her hand, her smile still not leaving her face. She had to admire anyone who would enlist in any branch of the military– it was definitely something she could never see herself doing. “Football really wasn’t my thing either until I moved full-time to Nebraska. I was all about basketball in high school. But, the tailgating parties and the feeling you get when you watch your team play drew me in. But yes, I promise there will always be beer for you.” 

“Definitely not,” he agreed with a nod. Looking forward, Gideon considered more food, but his stomach ached with the thought, causing him to rub his abdomen some. He probably shouldn’t have eaten all that cheese, but what’s done is done. “Yeah-- uh, yeah, John Hughes.” He quickly turned his attention back to her with a smile. “It’s not even all that special; it’s just reverse Pretty in Pink. But I always thought Watts was pretty hot with her leather fingerless gloves and her drums and whatnot. It’s probably one of the only cheesy 80s romance movies I’ll actually sit down and watch, ‘cause I definitely would have chosen Watts over Mom McFly.” A chuckle followed this as he settled down a little deeper into the cushions. “Man. that shit sounds like something straight out of a soap opera. Gold-digging wife, possible asshole, rich step-dad. I hope she’s keeping up with her botox injections.” He snorted, dwelling on the topic for a moment or so before turning back to her. “Eh? Oh, no, don’t thank me. Thank the dudes who’re still out there. I’m home and safe, they’re not so lucky. Besides,” he started, peering down to his sneakered feet. “Us as individuals were usually pretty fucking stupid. But when we were a team, we were super badass. We got shit done. So yeah, you’d have to thank us all as a group.” He smiled before grunting as he pushed himself upright and turned to face her better. “Yeah? I was in the basketball team, too. I was shit at it, but it was fun. Maybe we ought to forgo the football games and go for basketball instead. Or celebrate both. And throw in golf and tennis and baseball. Fuck it,” he exclaimed suddenly as he tossed his hands in the air, grinning brightly. “We’ll celebrate all the sports!”

[gideon-gray]

wrong time, wrong place | devyn & gideon

[gideon-gray]

devynsuttxn:

Devyn had wanted to tell the person with the loud fucking mouth to shut the hell up before she made him. However, she hadn’t even bothered to look who was speaking so loudly on her left. Only letting out the long exaggerated sighs whenever they moved closer to her. Her eyes moved over to the bartender when fists came down on the counter, shaking the whole bar and in turn making a few drinks fall on her. Gritting her teeth, Devyn stood up and came face to face with the man she had once met. “Oh, this is going to be fucking fun.” Her eyes flicked back to her shirt and anger was evident in her eyes. “Shit sorry, bro? You’re going to have to come up with something way fucking better than that in the next three minutes. Starting now. Grab a rag and clean that shit up. The bartender isn’t going to clean up after an asshole who can’t hold his liquor.” After that, well, I get to have some fun, she thought afterwards. 

Gideon’s smile quickly vanished, suddenly replaced with an annoyed scowl. “Great,” was his muttered, barely audible reply. His friends had moved on to talking among themselves. “I said I was sorry, that’s good e-fucking-nough. You’re not gonna get another goddamn thing outta me.” He rolled his eyes at the woman, moving to grab his own drink which, fortunately, was still right side up. “You gonna go fetch it for me, then? ‘Cause I’m not constantly on my rag, I don’t have to carry absorb-ables with me wherever I go.” His smile absolutely oozed contempt before he sipped from his glass, staring her down the whole time.

[hannah-luna-valentine-blog]

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

[gideon-gray]

hannah-luna-valentine:

She laughed softly after finishing her cookie, moving onto a Ritz cracker with some cheese. “I guess boomboxes are pretty outdated. I could suffice with that, so long as you stick to 80′s music. One Taylor Swift or One Direction song, and you’re out!” She crossed one leg over the other after smoothing out her skirt, shaking her head softly. “Nah, I wouldn’t feel right about her just giving me a house. My mom tried to do that– she told me if I went to college, she and my step-dad would buy me my own place and take care of all my debt. It was just a way for her to try and control my life, and I wasn’t going for it.” She studied him for a moment, her smile brightening. “That’s actually really admirable, though. It means you’re willing to work hard to keep a roof over your head, which is really refreshing compared to trust fund children who never work a day in their life.” She finished off her cracker-and-cheese before shaking her head. “No– well, I mean, maybe? I think there’s different spices than in egg rolls. We can make them any time you want– though, if you don’t want to plan a time, I usually make them on game days, so I’ll probably be making them next weekend. You’re welcome to come over and hang out, even if football’s not your thing. We get a crazy amount of food, and there’s beer.” 

He stretched his legs out underneath the coffee table, feeling rather at ease now that he had a full belly. “Dangerous, too. Can you imagine if John Cusack had dropped that boombox on his head? Bam, cracked skull, hospitals, physical therapy, you name it. Would whats-her-face still like him then? ... probably, it was the 80s, everyone liked everyone.” Pausing, Gideon scratched his cheek, staring straight ahead. “You ever see Some Kind of Wonderful? My mom watched that movie over and over when I was a kid. Probably still does. I had to find her a new copy about seven years ago ‘cause she wore hers out.” He shook his head, realizing he was getting off topic. “Your mom sounds loaded. And kinda like a bitch, if that’s what she was really doing. Where’s she?” His gaze went back to her as he tilted his head, genuinely curious about this. “I don’t know if I’m willing so much as forced, haha. But I’m not complaining.” He shrugged. “I worked way harder when I was in the service, so this is like a cakewalk in comparison. But yeah, they sound pretty good. Football really isn’t my cup of tea, but wherever beer is will be where I am,” he said with a grin as he tilted towards her some.

[gideon-gray]

wrong time, wrong place | devyn & gideon

devynsuttxn

Friday. Four dollar Jaeger bombs and dollar drafts. No one could pass up that deal. That included Gideon. The sports lounge with all these amazing specials was packed with people drinking, dancing to the DJ's picks in the corner, playing corn hole by the bathrooms, though they were being constantly interrupted. No one cared, though. Eeryone was having a blast. Gideon was, too, as he was three shots and five beers deep, already tripping over bar stools as he laughed at his own jokes and the jokes of his friends. Maybe he was having too much fun, considering the force he used as he slammed his fist down on the bar, simultaneously knocking a fellow patron's drink over, and onto her. "Ah, shit, sorry bro."

[gideon-gray]

alessamoretti:

“I see know one’s taught you the meaning of the word modesty ” Alessa had always been one of those people that had a broken filter.  Even if it was considered rude, she still said it. Not giving a damn what the other person thought. Than again she barely had any modesty herself. “If you wanted to impress me, you’d have to try a little harder”

“Why have modesty when you can have confidence? If you saw me naked from the front, I’m sure you’d understand.” He couldn’t help but to grin over his shoulders as he washed up, and he turned towards her as he was toweling his hands dry. “Man, I’m gonna have to start digging deep into my bag of tricks, it seems. Barging in on women in the bathroom just ain’t cuttin’ it anymore.”

[gideon-gray]

emi-sakura:

That’s how it works though isn’t it? You spend a while doing whatever it takes to raise money, so that afterwards you can really live. 

Nah, see, ‘cause your “while” can end up being just today, then you’re dead because of some shit or another, and all that money’s gone to waste and you’ve done exactly jack shit with your life. I’d rather die broke and happy, than with an unused savings and a load of stress from gaining it, to be totally honest.