time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out
every time this pops up on my feed and i see that silver of pit i genuinely fight the urge to lick my fucking screen. i’ve pulled this up on my ipad just so it can be big.
this turned into something way longer but— my brain is thinking again !!;
reader who lives next to a sweet elderly lady who’s always trying to set her up with someone/encourage her to meet somebody.
will peer over the fence & be like “you got a boyfriend yet, hun?”
when reader says no the older lady just tuts & all exasperatedly says; “why not!? pretty girl like you outta have a boyfriend.”
reader just laughs; “well unless he just falls out of the sky…”
& it’s this sweet back & forth banter over the fence. they sit & have tea on sundays, reader helps her with her plants & around the house stuff when she asks.
then one day her neighbor is sitting on her porch at night & jack just…shows up. maybe he’s bringing reader home from work/just dropping her off. reader’s neighbor is immediately intrigued. jack just waves at her with a small smile & nod of his head before getting back into his car.
the neighbor doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask reader anything until the following sunday.
“you get home ok the other night?”, she’ll ask.
“oh, yeah! my co-worker brought me home.”
“that hunk of a man is your coworker?”
reader almost spits out their tea; “he’s—what? yes uh-“
“don’t know how you work with him everyday without doing something about that…lord I was blushin’ just seeing him once.”
“oh so you knew I got home ok then, you’re sneaky.”
“I try…you like him?”
reader chokes on their tea this time; “what!?-“
“the handsome man, you like him?”
reader stares with wide eyes; “I don’t know how to answer that…it’s complicated.”
“well uncomplicate it then, sweet girl. what’re you waiting for?”
“him to fall out of the sky I guess…”
then jack shows up at reader’s house alone; maybe to water their plants while reader is out of town??
the neighbor calls jack over who just is kind of taken aback, pointing at himself & looking around before walking over to the fence.
“who’re you?”
“i’m jack.”
“you know the sweet girl who lives here?”
“yes ma’am, we work together.”
“hm…you got a girlfriend?”
“no, widowed ma’am.”
“…you like the sweet girl?”
jack’s crimson, stuttering out a; “y-yeah, very much so.”
the neighbor just nods once; “you tell her that before you’re both shriveled up like me.”
jack doesn’t mean to laugh, but he does; “yes ma’am.”
then the neighbor just slowly…pushes them together !!
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i’m crying over them FOR REAL…someone take my phone i have fics i need to finish first—👀
Sometime during the 6th week of Robby’s sabbatical:
(How it started:)
Dennis Whitaker [9:46 pm]: Tbh I don’t really remember what you look like anymore. After all, I haven’t seen you in 6 WEEKS!
Michael Robinavitch [10:11 pm]: Hey I got an idea. Wanna video call tomorrow?
I still can't believe this is how Robby was looking at Whitaker after meeting him less than 24 hours ago. That man is so smitten, he fell first and harder.
robby stilled, fully seated in dennis. “wait, what?”
and, oh wow, that was embarrassing. dennis shoved his head into the pillow, so his words were a little muffled. “just ignore that, please.”
“no, what’s a knot in this context?” robby asked while running a hand up and down dennis’s side.
how does one explain to their fifty year old boyfriend that they read insane werewolf smut? how does one explain that they wanted to be bred but in, like, a fictional way? fuck, he shouldn’t have stayed up late to read that book last night.
dennis swallowed nervously, wiggling against the cock still in his ass. “it’s just-it’s just a thing from my books. it’s nothing, keep going.”
so robby did. he kept going. he fucked dennis so well he forgot all about his embarrassing admission. then, when dennis was asleep, robby went into the man’s backpack and opened his kindle.
robby poured over his library and it was full of titles like the alpha who loved me, an omega’s decision, the fated mates. robby opened one that seemed to be what dennis was currently reading. it was some of the filthiest shit he’d ever seen, and he’d read classic bodice rippers.
apparently a knot was when a dick got super big and basically locked the two partners together. there was an underlying sweetness to the perversion. dennis wanted to be mates in this fantastical way. he wanted to be physically tied for a period of time.
robby booted up his laptop to see what type of things were available for this. he’d knot dennis if that was what he wanted.
hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy sammy fic where he’s just so nervous around you, thinks he has no game but…we all know he can pull! established!relationship or maybe informant!reader? thank you so much!
thank u so much for the request!!!
wasn't too sure where to go with this idea, but i hope you like it!
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sammy had married young. maybe a little too much so.
it was no secret that his first marriage had been an absolute disaster. all his friends had warned him, but in his foolish youth, sammy saw no reason.
being tied up to tammi had drained sammy of that same youth, making him feel like he'd aged decades in just those few years he'd been married to her.
and due to being tied down, sammy found himself completely lost once the divorce finalized.
he hadn't put too much effort into wooing tammi. that had been an easy feat.
but now? how was he expected to have any game when he'd lost his youth being berated and beaten down by his ex-wife?
it proved to be an even bigger issue when he finally found someone he was actually head over heels over.
you were brand new.
you'd been helping out with some case sammy wasn't particularly involved in, but it still allowed him to see you from time to time.
and maybe he sorta orchestrated those meetings a bit, because, really, there was no need for him to be at the precinct as often as he was. he was an officer, after all, he was meant to be out there, patrolling the streets.
but from the moment he'd seen you step out of the chief's office, he couldn't get his eyes off you.
even fucking ben took note of it.
"ouff, man, you gonna make a move, or what?"
sammy simply gave him the finger, huffing to himself and wheeling his desk chair in the opposite direction.
even then, his eyes still wandered to find you walking towards the stairs, eyes zooming in on the way your pencil skirt fit you and the confident stride in your step. ben cackled behind sammy.
it took a few weeks of your presence around the precinct for sammy to finally consider making a move.
it had taken a lot of teasing from ben, an ongoing bet among his coworkers as to how hard he'd fuck it up, and an instance in which your eyes met his from across the office and threw a pretty smile his way.
and when he asked you out? it actually went smoother than he could have ever predicted.
he hadn't stuttered, hadn't pulled the embarrassing cop card, hadn't used that stupid 'badge bunny' comment ben said always worked with the ladies. and somehow he'd managed to get you giggling, grabbing at his growing bicep and slipping him your number by the end of the conversation.
despite your growing relationship, sammy was still a nervous mess around you.
you were kind of (100%) his first after his endless relationship with tammi. you were the prettiest girl to him, the most independent, the smartest, the sexiest.
even if you'd already kissed him stupid after your first date, sammy still couldn't bring himself to hold eye contact for too long, lest he become a stuttering mess at just how prettily you looked back at him. sometimes he couldn't even make out what you were saying to him, too distracted by the gloss on your lips or that little bit of highlight on your cheekbone.
and of course he was a laughing stock back at the precinct. it didn't matter to them that he'd already bagged you, not when he was a stumbling teenage boy when it came to kissing you after a date or bringing you around for drinks with the guys.
the most shocking bit was that you didn't seem to care about any of that.
as he walked you home, eyes downturned, bashful and too much of a coward to kiss you at your door, you'd take charge, grabbing his wrist before he could walk away and bringing him in for an open-mouthed kiss.
you'd pull him into your apartment, whispering something about whether or not he was gonna go in there and rock your world and render him speechless. you'd leave a little bit of lipstick on his shirt collar, knowing the guys would go crazy about it the next day.
and when he brought you for an after-work outing, you'd show up in a tiny little dress and let him show you off.
any time ben tried to get smart, tried to question 'what the hell is a girl like you doing with a guy like sammy?' you'd shrug your shoulders and put ben in his place. words of praise towards sammy never left your lexicon, always flowing out of your lips and always ready to fire.
"he's hot," or "got a thing for redheads" or "have you seen those abs?" would leave your lips in response, drawing even more teasing comments from the guys and flushed cheeks out of sammy.
so, yeah, even if he was a fumbling mess sometimes. even if he was inexperienced or had wasted his golden years on tammi, sammy could not stop thanking his lucky stars that he still had enough game to bag you all those weeks ago.
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