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âKnow who you are. Know what you want. Know what you deserve. and donât settle for less.â
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the automatic doors hissed open with a soft gust of cold air, and Tommy stepped inside hood pulled low, hands buried in the pockets of his worn gray jacket. the grocery store was nearly empty just how he liked it
7:10 AM
Tommy grabbed a handbasket instead of a cart he wasnât here for much. just eggs, bread, and maybe something for dinner. his walked quietly over the freshly mopped floor as he wandered through the aisles
his fingers ran along the tops of soup cans as he passed them. at the fridge section he grabbed eggs, and stared at the milk before walking away. he didnât even drink milk. just grabbed it sometimes out of routine.
the frozen foods aisle was colder than the rest of the store, and Tommy stood there longer than necessary. in his left hand a bag of spinach ravioli. in his right chicken tortellini.
he stared at both, he didnât even care much for either. but he couldnât decide which he would have for dinner he shifted his weight, still holding both brow furrowing
and then soft foot steps come up from behind him
you turned into the aisle, market basket in hand. with a few items. you glanced up, catching sight of him
Tommy didnât move. you offered a polite smile. the kind reserved for strangers
he gave a small nod in acknowledgment. but his eyes followed you as you stopped at the shelf beside him, scanning the rows of frozen meals. your fingers brushed past boxes of mac and cheese, frozen stir fry, dumplings. you could feel him still standing there
left hand tortellini, right ravioli.
he stared at both. heâd read the ingredient labels. twice. there was nothing new to discover.
his thumb tapped restlessly against the plastic packaging. and you were still there. reading something off the back of a frozen meal
Tommy exhaled slowly through his nose. thought about just tossing both bags back and walking away. but he didnât.
he wanted an opinion. and he hesitated, and hesitated again, before he mustered up the courage to ask
âHey.â it came out softer than he meant, a little too careful and hesitant
you looked up from your crouch position, blinking once before your gaze met his. then a small smile spread on your lips. polite. friendly.
he felt his stomach twist
âCan I uhâŠâ he lifted both bags slightly. âget your opinion?â
you straightened up slowly, as you moved a little closer, just enough to peer at the labels in his hands.
you stood beside him and tilted your head thoughtfully as you examined his options.
âHmmâ you hummed. your arm brushed lightly against his as you reached forward and tapped one of them. âIâd go with this one. Itâs my favorite.â
Tommy looked down at the bag you picked. then up at you
your were still smiling. still warm. like this wasnât a big deal at all. like you didnât notice how stiff he was standing, how long it had taken him to ask
he nodded once, âthanks.â
and just like that, you were already beginning to walk away. basket in hand, your head tilting slightly as you glanced down the next aisle
Tommy watched you go. and something tugged at him
âHey- waitâ he said, too quickly. he cleared his throat, softer this time âHold on.â
you paused, half-turning back toward him, brows raised slightly
he motioned to your basket. you werenât carrying much, but heâd noticed the slight shift in your shoulder earlier when you adjusted it. most people wouldnât have caught it. but Tommy did
âThat basket looks heavyâ he said, stepping toward you before his nerves could second guess him. âlet me helpâ
you blinked at him, smile returning not the polite one this time, but a little more open, a little more you
âYou donât have to.â
âI knowâ he said, already reaching. âstill.â
you handed it over. as soon as the handle settled into his grip, Tommy felt his pulse quicken not because of the weight, but because your fingers had brushed his briefly
âThank youâ you said, falling into step beside him
he nodded, focusing on keeping the pace casual. you walked together down the next aisle
âI usually only get what I can carryâ you said, glancing at him. âbut sometimes I forget how heavy frozen stuff gets.â
Tommy gave a small huff of amusement âHappens.â
you both walked side by side, the basket in Tommyâs hand swinging lightly between steps, your pace matching his without needing to think about it.
the conversation started small and casual
something about how the store always moved everything around just when youâd memorized it
Tommyâs lips curved up slightly. âSwear they do it on purpose. keeps people wandering.â
you laughed, the kind of laugh that just slipped into it naturally
he glanced sideways at you, catching the gentle curve of your mouth as you talked. your shoulder brushed his lightly as you reached up to adjust the strap of your bag.
he didnât move away. if anything, he leaned into the space between you just a little more. not enough to touch, but just enough to stay close
as you approached the end of the aisle, just before the signs for checkout came into view, you slowed
âActuallyâ you said, glancing toward the back corner of the store, âI need to grab one last thing before I check out.â
Tommy looked at you. you looked back, a little unsure if maybe this was where you both went your separate ways
but he didnât hesitate. he just nodded once, quietly, and said âIâll come with you.â
like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
you smiled again, slow and sweet like you were glad he said it. like you were hoping he would.
together, you turned down the next aisle
Tommy followed you without question, trailing just a step behind as you turned into a corner of the store he rarely ventured into. he expected maybe paper towels.
but instead you wandered into the flower section.
he blinked as the soft colors filled his vision rows of delicate petals in white buckets, chilled and fresh. bouquets wrapped in crinkling plastic, shelves lined with everything from roses to delicate carnations.
you stepped forward, slowing your pace, eyes scanning the flowers. the space smelled different here clean, sweet, fresh
he watched, unsure of what to say
you brought a finger to your lips playfully, eyes narrowed âHmm.â
you crouched slightly beside a row of tulips, carefully running your fingers along the stems, lifting a few gently to your nose. he watched the way you moved
he didnât even realize he was holding his breath.
you touched each bouquet like it was something delicate, something worth noticing. Tommy couldnât remember the last time he slowed down enough to notice flowers. heâd passed them, sure. but heâd never watched someone choose them like this.
and then you found them a bouquet of soft pink tulips, your fingers cradled them
you looked over at him, bouquet in hand
âwe can check out now.â you said with a small smile warm and satisfied
Tommy didnât smile immediately. he just looked at you, really looked at you
then softly, shy almost, he smiled back. âokayâ he said
and when he adjusted the basket in his hand and walked beside you toward the checkout lanes, the pink tulips seemed to glow a little brighter under the cold lights.
at checkout, you moved up first, gently setting the pink tulips on the conveyor belt like they were the most important thing in your basket. Tommy stood beside you, wordlessly helping unload the rest he remembered each item, each little thing youâd reached for
once your basket was empty, he placed his own items behind yours, adding the divider between them
you smiled at him barely, as the cashier began scanning.
Tommy stood back slightly, letting you handle it, his hands loosely by his side. but his eyes stayed on you.
he watched the way you handed over your card, the way you thanked the cashier softly, the way your fingers fixed the edge of the tulip wrapping without thinking.
he didnât realize how long heâd been watching until the cashier started ringing up his items and you stepped to the side, done
he expected that to be it. youâd walk away now, maybe offer a quick goodbye, maybe not.
but when he looked up again you were still there.
standing off to the side, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, arms crossed loosely. your eyes werenât on him directly, focused instead on your receipt, then the tulips, then the tile floor.
you were swaying slightly, just enough to show your nerves. your fingers fidgeted at the edge of the receipt, folding and unfolding it
waiting for him.
he turned back to the cashier to finish paying, trying not to let the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth give too much away. his hands moved automatically, card, receipt, bag. but his eyes flicked to you again, like they couldnât help it
you glanced up right then, catching him. and smiled.
the automatic doors opened and the two of you stepped out into the crisp morning air.
neither of you spoke right away.
you stopped just past the doors, the bags hanging at your sides, your tulips swaying gently in your grasp. Tommy stood beside you not quite close enough to touch, but closer than he normally would be to anyone
he could feel the warmth of your presence.
you looked up at him for a second, then looked away again, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the bouquet wrap. the breeze blew lightly at your hair. you shifted your weight a nervous habit he recognized
Tommy cleared his throat softly
he hadnât felt this kind of nervous in years not the battle kind, not the mission kind but the kind that made his palms feel weird and his heartbeat loud in his ears.
you looked at him again, sensing it
and when you smiled small and encouraging, it gave him just enough of a push
âI never got your name.â he exhaled slowly.
your expression softened, âItâs ___â you said gently.
he repeated it, just under his breath like he wanted to make sure it felt right in his mouth. like heâd say it again later when you werenât there just to remember how it sounded.
you tilted your head. âAnd you?â
Tommy hesitated for a second. not because he didnât want to tell you, just because it felt like giving you his name meant something.
âTommyâ he said finally. âJust⊠Tommy.â
you smiled again. âI like thatâ you said simply.
and he well, he didnât know what to do with that. didnât know what to say, the small smile he couldnât quite hold back growing on his face
you shifted your grip on the tulips, smile still lingering on your lips âThanks againâ you said softly, eyes moving up to meet his one last time.
Tommy opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words got stuck. so he just gave a small nod
you turned first. he didnât stop you. he let you go.
your steps were slow at first, walking between parked cars, the tulips bounced lightly in your arms
Tommy stood there, bags in hand, still.
you were almost halfway to your car when you looked back over your shoulder just once.
a quick glance, like you werenât even sure if he was still watching
but he was
you caught him standing there, still in the same spot, and you smiled again this time smaller, a little more distant and lifted your hand in a small goodbye wave
Tommy blinked, heart quickening like heâd been caught off guard. he didnât wave back.. just stood there
you turned again and kept walking
and when you finally slipped out of sight behind the rows of cars, his grip tightened around the handles of his grocery bags, and he let out a quiet sigh that trembled slightly on the way out
warmth crawled up the back of his neck, he could feel it in his ears
he finally turned, heading toward his own car, Tommy took a few steps toward his car
before he glanced back once.
you were almost at your car now, digging for your keys, the tulips tucked under your arm like something you cared about. and Tommy smiled just barely the kind that grows across your face when youâre not even sure why youâre smiling.
he turned forward again and kept walking
but five steps later, he looked back again
You were opening your car door, sliding your bags into the passenger seat. you hadnât noticed him this time. but he noticed you still
the small smile never left his lips it deepened just slightly. it felt⊠strange but good
âShit.â he muttered under his breath rough and low
not frustrated, not because he regretted anything
but because now you were stuck in his head. and you were definitely going to stay there
the way you smiled, the way his name sounded when you said it, the way youâd waited for him outside, swaying nervously like maybe youâd hoped he wouldnât walk away
Tommy swallowed hard, eyes now on the empty spot where youâd been
he turned the rest of the way toward his car, but he already knew you werenât someone he was about to forget. part of him was hoping heâd run into you again, somewhere, some place.. he just wanted to see you again.
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THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
Good things will come no matter what
This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.Â
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.Â
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
I have a job interview tomorrow. I can't risk it.
a velvety skeleton friend here to bring you financial luck this october đźâš
Bless me velvety skeleton friend.
Costume appreciation series: Mamma Mia! (2008) dir Phyllida Lloyd
Costume Design by Ann Roth
wish I could explain to spotify that no I donât listen to that kind of music, a fictional character I like does
masterlist
âł top gun: maverick
âł standalone fics:
love will tear us apart [nsfw]
the wind will guide me home [nsfw]
satin and mahogany [nsfw]
black butterflies and déjà vu [nsfw]
the first course [nsfw]
itâs gonna break your heart one day [angst]
drenched in molten gold (ft. phoenix) [nsfw]
i will wait right here [angst, fluff]
of angels and darlings (ft. bob) [nsfw]
iâm with you [angst]
ocean of noise [nsfw]
the devil in her [nsfw]
âł holiday edition:
the blessed dawn of christmas day [fluff]
christmas cookies [fluff]
âł drabbles:
baby doll [nsfw]
âł series:
before the devil comes for you [nsfw; contains heavy religious themes]
âł standalone fics:
loving him [nsfw]
of angels and darlings (ft. rooster) [nsfw]
return to me [angst]
âł drabbles
mine [nsfw]
close to you [nsfw]
âł drabbles:
warm [nsfw]
âł outer range
âł standalone fics:
tonight you belong to me [nsfw]
little lambs and big, bad cowboys [nsfw]
âł holiday edition:
silent falls the winter snow [angst, fluff]
âł drabbles:
blue jeans [nsfw]
âł miscellaneous:
headcanons
playlists
my favorite fics
up to date as of 1 âą 8 âą 23
online friends
âmy friend the electrical engineer,â i say, or of someone else: âmy friend the Canadian,â âmy friend in Denver.â and i am down south, states and miles away.
âhow did you meet?â they ask, puzzled by how far-flung my friendships. âthe internet,â i say, a little proud, a little defensive because the next words are inevitable.
they always ask with a mix of amusement and horror. always. âhave you met in person? no? how can you be sure itâs not an old pervert in his motherâs basement, a serial killer on the prowl?â
how can we be sure of anyone? the man who married a pastorâs daughter, then shot his pregnant wife in the back of the headâthey thought they knew him. but these anonymous souls: theyâre my friends.
we talk of books and ideas, family and differences in where we live and why we do what we do, and trade stupid jokes like candy, sweet and inclusive and joyful. my friends. my soul friends, who i meet on the internet.
friendships are not born of handshakes. theyâre born of shared things and shared interests and sometimes just because youâre human and iâm human, and that praise God is enough. even over the internet, that is enough.
JONATHAN DAVISS as ELLIOT TANNERS DO REVENGE (2022) dir. Jennifer Kaytin Robinson
Intoxicated
Summary: A drunken confession to your best friend leads to more than you expected. Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x F!Reader W/C: 3.3K Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Semi public sex (fingering), spitting kink, alcohol use, voyeurism and dirty talk (Jake has a smart mouth). Some themes are untagged. No descriptions are given to the reader but there is mention of public hair. A/N: This only took me three months to write but here we are. I am once again incapable of writing straight smut so sorry about that. Thank you N, @mayhem24-7forever and @wildbornsiren for looking this over and @colewrites for my beautiful banner!
Masterlist ⥠Top Gun Masterlist
The outside of the bar is dark with an unremarkable facade, but as soon as you pass through the front door youâre greeted by warm air and the low crackle of an old jukebox. Itâs crowded, buzzing with a kind of relaxed energy that puts you at ease despite your nerves. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, searching for Jake and coming up empty. Uncertain of what to do, you shift your weight from foot to foot until the door behind you opens again. A boisterous group of men push inside, bringing in a blast of crisp fall air with them.
With no other choice but to move, you step further into the room, head for the bar and slide into an empty seat. This isnât your normal scene, the decor is dated and the air hazy, but the dim lighting and dark corners are perfect for what Jake has planned. Your skin warms at the thought. Too much whiskey and a late night at the Hard Deck had you spill your guts to him.
As always, Jake was there to listen. Youâd been friends since childhood and even when he joined the Navy and the years stretched on, your friendship remained. Of course, you nursed a crush on him when you were younger. How could you not? He was handsome and charismatic. Even though those feelings waned as you grew into adulthood, every once in a while Jake would look at you a certain way or flash a particular smile and it would all come rushing back.
âThis seat taken?â
You look up, some of the anxiety leaving your body when you meet a familiar pair of green eyes. Jake always looks handsome but doubly so tonight with a light stubble covering his chin and his golden hair tousled into loose waves. The sweater he wears is a pale green, clinging to his chest and the curve of his biceps. All the moisture in your mouth seems to evaporate and you donât even realize youâre staring until he clears his throat, drawing your eyes back up to his face.
tgm character text posts: phoenix
âł as requested by: @natashas-soul
part 3/?