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@sullivanjames-blog1
bitternightingale:
“Do you have any plans for Christmas?”
“Not that I know of...” of course, he and Mike would have their regular Christmas in their apartment and family visits often came before the holiday’s deadline, but nothing significant outside of that came to mind. His eyebrows furrowed together, expression riddled with confusion. “Why?”
“Uh... is there something I can do to help you?”
sulley & ___ / text
sweet-glitch:
[ imessage : pillow boy ]: you can be a real pain in the ass sullvester. [ imessage : pillow boy ]: christmas movies right? [ imessage : pillow boy ]: k come pick me up xo
[ sms : contact : vanellope 🍬 ]: and you absolutely love me for it [ sms : contact : vanellope 🍬 ]: yeah, christmas movies [ sms : contact : vanellope 🍬 ]: i’m on my way over now. i’ll be there in 15
tcughflower:
“Look, this was fun and all, but I’m not really a dating or relationships kinda girl, so I think I should be heading out.”
“No, no! That’s good, I mean,” he gave an awkward laugh, a hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. Sulley could appreciate how frank she was. It made it clear they were in the same boat. “I’m not really a dating or relationships kinda girl myself. But that doesn’t mean I can’t let you tag along to get coffee with me, right? Maybe even some brunch? You know, brunch is the most noncommittal meal there is. It’s not breakfast, it’s not lunch. It doesn't know what it wants to be. What do you say?”
Nothing could hinder the workout schedule of James Sullivan, especially not the brisk weather that had taken over New York. He headed down to the gym, as he typically did on his days off work, and came out successful in what he’d set out to do. He worked up quite a sweat. His muscles ached in the best way they could, he was chugging down on water like he hadn’t had a drop in years, and all in all James felt uplifted. The cold was overwhelming when he’d first stepped out of the gym, fresh out of the shower with the fabric of his shirt clinging to every muscle, but he soon adjusted. He walked until he reached a nearby cafe. It was good to divulge in food after a workout, to build up on nutrients he’d need to get through the rest of the day. While he was still soaked from his post-workout shower, James quietly waited in line despite the watchful, judging eyes of people behind him. When the time came for him to order, the cashier was called to the back and he was left standing there, patiently waiting for someone to take over. He sighed, glancing over at the person the next cashier over, who seemed to be in the exact same predicament. “You too, huh?”
safilles:
“ I don’t want ya to pay for me . I don’t even know ya , and—I don’t wanna answer the questions that I know they’ll ask if I go . “ She keeps her gaze fixated on the first aid kit, teeth anxiously biting into her cheek . This situation had become way more complicated than she’d anticipated . Who could have guessed that someone would actually want to help her ? “ Either you help me by givin’ me that , “ she pauses, nodding towards the forementioned bag . “ –or I leave and you don’t gotta pay me a second thought . “
Taking the time to consider his options, Sulley pursed his lips in thought. He could easily handle any questions that got sent her way if he took her. It was his job to negotiate and in that came a lot of fabricated truth. Simple and efficient. The questions would be over before she knew it, but convincing her of that seemed like it wouldn’t be as straightforward. He didn’t have the time for that. Despite being thrown into the situation with a stranger, Sulley’s main priority had become assuring she was looked after properly.
He sighed, glancing at the kit in his hand. He was hesitant to hand it over, but not for the reasons previously troubling him. “Sit down,” he motioned over to the recliner, specifically his own, before resting the kit on the armchair. “I’ll go get you some water,” warm, fresh water to help her clean up. He knew from personal experience that it worked wonders. “the least I can do while you’re here is make sure you get patched up alright.”
hc + music
SEND ME “HC” + A WORD AND I’LL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT IT.
James does not have any solid preference with what he listens to. He doesn’t have much taste, when it comes down to it he’ll listen to just about anything. But he likes his music to be a motivator. He likes songs that make him feel something, whether it’s motivated, happy, whatever it is he wants to feel. He’s a sucker for catchy, undeniably feel good music regardless of whether or not it’s considered good music. He doesn’t work out in silence, at least not if he can help it, he’ll always be listening to something that puts him in the mood. Especially if Mike isn’t available to coach him through it, like he usually is nowadays.
therxdrose:
“— I don’t recall asking for your life story but, sure.” The material of her jacket brushing her ears as she shrugged. “Of all the men I expect to meet on the streets at night, can’t say James Sullivan rings a bell.”
"I apologize for disturbing you,” the sincerity infiltrating his words was strong and true. He hadn’t intended any harm, but it was clear his company wasn’t entirely welcomed. Keeping his distance, Sulley’s frown was concealed by the dim light of the street. “It was just a misunderstanding. I’ll get out of your hair.”
broadwaybabebilson:
“I can think of plenty of things, actually. The list is extensive,”
“Oh? Name one. If the list is so extensive, name one person who owns Christmas songs better than George Michael. Name one.”
broadwaybabebilson:
“I’m completely aware of that fact. It doesn’t change anything,”
“It should! It’s Wham! What could possibly be better than that?”
safilles:
A displeased grunt . She hates that word , at least when it’s affiliated with her . Angel couldn’t remember ever feeling like a kid in her life . Especially not now . Through her lashes , wet with tears , she’ll glare up at him , looking even more like a child than she probably had before . “ I don’t do hospitals . Can’t afford ‘em . “ Cops and doctors were all the same in her eyes , anyway . She pushes past him , stumbling into his home.
His gaze travelled with her. Sulley closed the door behind him before following after her, suddenly unsure of how to handle the situation. “I could take you,” he reasoned. And although he did, he began to rummage through some cupboards before appearing in front of her with a first aid kit in hand, just in case he couldn’t persuade her. He held it close to him as he continued. “It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, alright? I could... I could pay for whatever it is you need."
mr-toddsummers:
“No worries man, I know for a fact the terrible feeling of not being able to find your keys,” said Todd with a nod as the man took the keys back, “Happy to help.”
“Finding them is tough enough when I do have them, trying to find them otherwise would be on a whole different level of frustrating.” He shook his head, carefully putting his keys into the inner pocket of his suit ( and reminding himself to make a mental note so he didn’t forget where he’d put them later ). “Thanks, pal. Seriously. It’s appreciated.”
adoryblyforgetful:
She eyed him at his response, pursing her lips together. “Not at all.” she slipped in, her gaze settling on the journal in her lap. Making a bit of a fool of herself was Dory’s specialty, though most of the time she couldn’t do much to help it. This time would have been an exception, since she was just sort of talking out loud to herself as she scribbled in her journal. She looked up at him as he joked and a chuckle escaped from her lips. “You and me both, there. The kids in the classroom learned fairly quickly that they can’t get away with much in Mr. Ray’s room when Ms. Fischer is around. I can hear everything. And see. Some of them joke I have eyes in the back of my head.”
“Do you? ‘cause that would be a great talent,” he laughed, dropping his hand to his side. “I would have to envy you if it were true. Having eyes in the back of my head seems like it would come in handy around the office. I could finally catch the culprit who’s behind my missing donuts. It happens every Thursday like clockwork.” Sulley joked, allowing his laughter to trail off before speaking up again. “So, you’re a teacher?”
sulley & ___ / text
miss-mxry:
[ text: sulley ]: what kind of misunderstanding? how could they lose a tree? [ text: sulley ]: oh, yeah, sure. i’ve never been to a christmas tree farm before!
[ sms : contact : mary ]: see, that’s what i thought. [ sms : contact : mary ]: there’s a first time for everything! and this is your lucky day.
xtermis:
“Lucky underwear?” Repeating the words as to somewhat get the sillyness of this whole situation buffer in her head, she couldn’t understand how come Jimy always convince her to get into the most ridiculous situations, but before she could pronounce her opinion about it he started to move, Artemis saw herself forced to follow him, after all if someone caught her up sneaking around the house she could even get arrest. Snorting while rolling her eyes the woman maintained in a relatively small distance of the male leading the way. “You’re seeing a girl who’s engaded? By all Gods James, if her fiancée ever gets you you totally deserve it.”
When he suddenly stopped Artemis bumped into his back, making her almost lose her balance, leaning forward to get it back she snarled, “look at me! Do I have the face of a woman who wears bobby pins? I don’t wear bows, I use them to shoot… Oh my God, I may have something that can help us!” Fishing into her pocket she found the broken tip of one of her arrows, it was sharp and and small enough to at least give a chance and try it, handing it to him the woman motioned with her hand to the lock, “try it.”
He watched as she rummaged through her pockets, a mixture of curiosity and slight impatience coming over him as he did. His eyes narrowed at her as she held up the shattered fragment of one of her arrows, accepting it with an ounce of scepticism before he made work of the lock. Leaning further down, he settled at eye level with the lock and began working, what he would later call, magic. It wasn’t the most convenient of items to pick a lock with, but he would do what he could. As he focused on getting them inside, he continued on with his earlier statement. "Correction: I slept with a woman I didn’t know was engaged. I’m not seeing her.” After this, Sulley would be thrilled to never see her again. He wasn’t the most overjoyed to have her soon-to-be husband walk in on them either. It was a harsh wake up call. “The second time was just a fluke.”
Upon hearing the click of the lock and the slow creek of the door as he pulled it open, he looked over at Artemis with a slight grin. He was mostly glad no alarms had gone off. “Ladies first.”
