Hey everyone! Happy Halloween! Are you doing anything to celebrate? Unfortunately I'm not. I have a doctor's appointment and then I'm off to work. . Day 31 prompt for #AmpersandOct19 is Trick or Treat. . . . . . . . . #booksbooksbooks #queerbooks #bookstagramers #shelfie #spookybooks #thelibraryoftheunwritten #ajhackwith https://www.instagram.com/p/B4RgIRrgLAH/?igshid=4e1dj49zqzk3
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@continuousspec: Currently in a blanket fort that my little sister built and she wouldnât let me leave as she is constantly supervising from the outside making sure I donât leave. I was suppose to go see Wonder Woman tonight, but I think Iâm trapped here.
Well, if thereâs one place to be trapped, a blanket fort built by your little sister probably isnât the worst place :P But I really do recommend escaping to go see Wonder Woman. It is an excellent movie and I love it to pieces :D
@thievinghippo: We picked up the upholstered chair I bought for my mom today (yay employee discount!) and she is so ridiculously happy about the chair that it makes me ridiculously happy. :D
THIS IS ALL GOOD NEWS. Iâm so glad your mom likes the chair you bought for her! Giving gifts people really like has got to be one of the best feelings ever :P
@thisonelikesaliens: Uh, I think my carâs dying, but other than that things are going great and my boss is so fucking smart omg itâs so refreshing (and a little intimidating).
Iâm sorry about your car :( But Iâm so happy to hear about your boss! Youâve had more than your fair share of sucky bosses lately and you really deserve one you feel like you can look up to!
@ajhackwith: Iâm sorry your weekâs been sucky! Mine has been A Challenge but I am trying to finish up a book deadline so I am pushing through with tea and very good chocolate.
YOU CAN DO IT *waves pom poms* Iâve had worse weeks, itâs true, but I do appreciate the sympathy. Weâll get through it and itâll be just fine on the other side :D
@bloomingcnidarians: Itâs headed toward smooches and sadness (provided the complex background of the last page doesnât prevent me from finishing it)
YESSSSS. Iâm always ready for smooches, especially when it involves your OT3 :D (and, admittedly, sadness, but usually only if it leads to smooches :P)
 Even after all this time thereâs been so much...
At least it wasnât âthe raven haired manâ or âthe ravenette.â TheâŠfics I have seen. (thousand yard state)
RAVENETTE
JESUS
Yeah we get âthe raven haired manâ a lot too, which always makes me laugh because there isnât one in our fandom. My other big annoyance is calling any accented character âThe Britâ
For the prompt thing: #16. You ran over my foot! Fandom is dealer's choice. :D
Itâs Cool That Youâre Sorry (1,297 words)
Adam was seconds away from getting fired. He wasnât proud of it, but it was going to happen. If those Aglionby boys ran that stupid RC car in front of his liquor cart one more time, he was going to get fired because he will have destroyed it.
An RC car on the country clubâs golf course would have been grounds for removalâŠif the offenders were anyone other than Ronan Lynch and Joseph Kavinsky. Theyâd gotten a couple of glares from some of the older club members, but once the gray-hairs realized who they were glaring at, the indignant huffs quickly turned to good-natured chuckles.
âBoys will be boys,â one portly gentleman in plaid had said nervously.
Adam loathed that. Only Aglionby boys got to be boys. Check thatâŠAglionby boys who werenât at the academy on scholarship. Once he graduated, he was going to buy the cheapest ticket out of Henrietta, Virginia, andâ
The RC car darted in front of his cart.
Adam closed his eyes. Clenched his jaw. And braked for the damn thing.
Fuck, he hated how badly he needed this job.
Laughter floated to him on the summer breeze.
Well. Perhaps a polite warning was worth a try. At least, once he did completely lose it, he would have the pointless defense that he had asked them nicely to stop.
Adam set one foot on the turf and leaned out of the liquor cart. âExcuse meââ
The RC car darted around the cart and ran right over the top of his pristine white tennis shoe. Theyâd apparently driven it through mud at some point. He was never going to get that out.
He looked over at the duo, snickering at him from several yards away. Kavinsky was nearly doubled over with laughter, delighted to have caught his attention. Lynch stared at him, eyes bright even from so far away, a half-smile on his cocky-ass face.
Adam saw Lynch move his thumb over the controller. He heard the little car race around the front of his cart.
He let off the brake.
Crunch.
Itâs an odd sensation, feeling high on adrenaline and sick to your gut at the same time. Adam simultaneously wanted to undo what heâd just done and hear that definitive crunch one more time.
âThe fuck?!â
Adam blinked his way back into the present to see Kavinsky throw his sunglasses onto the ground. He ripped off his baggy button-down and flung it on top of the glasses. âYou are so fucked, beer boy! Iâm gonnaââ
But Lynch put a hand on his arm just as Kavinsky prepared to launch himself at the liquor cart.
Adam couldnât hear anything but a low murmur. Kavinsky splutteredâa conglomeration of âFuck that!â and âYou fuckinâ better!â and âYeah? Yeah? I donât think so!ââbut eventually gathered up his shirt and sunglasses. With one last glare Adamâs direction, Kavinsky stomped off toward the clubhouse. He didnât miss the opportunity to flip off an elderly couple teeing up at the fourth hole.
Lynch watched him go for a few moments. Then turned toward Adam and started walking.
Adam caught his breath and got out of his cart. Every nerve ending under his skin was alight; sitting was not an option. Besides, Lynch was tall. He was tall, he had a shaved head, and a tattoo creeping out of his collar, and he always looked two seconds from spitting in your face.
Better to face that standing up.
Lynch came to a stop a couple feet from him. He stuck a hand in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans and rested the RC controller on his hip. He looked for all the world like he owned the country club, Aglionby Academy, and fuck it, all of Henrietta while he was at it. Blue eyes ran the length of Adam, no doubt taking in the sweaty patches on his staff polo. Lynch smirked when he got to the smear of mud on Adamâs shoe.
âFuck,â was the first thing he said. He looked up, and his grin was softer than Adam was expecting. âSorry about that.â
All the fight left Adam in a breath. Confusion reigned supreme in its wake. He shook himself. âItâs cool that youâre sorry. You gonna buy me a new pair of work shoes to go with that apology?â Be tough. Stand up. They never learn if you donât.
Lynch lifted his chin and gave Adam an appraising stare. âYou think I owe you a pair of shoes?â
âYou think you donât?â Adam crossed his arms. âYou ran over my foot! Iâm never gonna get these clean. And if you think for one second Iâm gonna be allowed to come to work withââ
âSure.â
Adam ran out of steam. A gurgle reminded him to close his mouth. âUhâŠI donâtâ?â
âSure.â Lynch shrugged. âIâll buy you some shoes. When you wanna go?â
Adam peered at him, certain he was missing something. âG-go?â GoâŠfight?
Lynch rolled his eyes, but Adam goggled to see a blush creep high over his cheekbones. âGo get shoes,â Lynch scoffed. âUnless you want me to pick âem out myself? I will personally find you the ugliest shit.â
âYouâŠâ Adam licked his lips, terrified he was misunderstanding. âYouâŠwant to go shopping? Together?â
Lynch made a tsking sound and glanced away at nothing. âYou want shoes or not?â
âIâŠâ Adam couldnât afford new shoes. Not the kind they wanted you to wear at the country club anyway. ButâŠoh geez, what if this was some kind of newâŠpractical joke or something? He studied Lynch suspiciously. It would be just like Kavinsky to try to con someone into thinking they were safe and then pull some kind ofâŠ
Lynchâs eyes cut toward him and then away again quickly. Adam stared. The tips of his ears were pink.
Oh. My god?
Adam relaxed his stance a little, cocked his head to the side. âUm. I donât work Thursday.â
Lynchâs shoulders tensed, but he looked at Adam directly. âThought you couldnât work with those shoes.â His voice was rough. Defensive.
Adam shrugged. âI have a pair thatâll get me a lecture. But as long as I promise to never wear âem again, theyâll let me work.â
Lynch chewed his lip. Adam felt a weird little flutter in his chest. What the fuck was this nonsense? âYou donât need to get a lecture cuz Kavinskyâs an asshole,â Lynch said finally. âWhat time you get off? Letâs go tonight.â
Adam wanted to smile. How weird was that? Smile, at Ronan Lynch?! Almost to remind himself who he was even talking to, Adam said, âYou were the one with the controller. Youâre the asshole who ran over my foot.â He reached out a hand and tapped the controller propped on Lynchâs hip. He didnât know what possessed him, really. âYouâve even still got the damn thing.â
A slow smile played at the corner of Lynchâs mouth. That goddamn confidence was coming back into his eyes. âSo maybe Iâm an asshole too.â
Adam felt heat in his own face now. He turned and swung himself back into the cart. âFive. Iâll be ready in front of the club at quarter after.â He braved a look at Lynch. âPick me up in that fancy Beamer of yours.â
Lynch backed away from the cart, tongue running over his back teeth, doing a horrible job of hiding a smile. âYouâre getting more expensive already.â
Adamâs heart was going a mile a minute. âYeah, well. Iâm willing to bet Kavinskyâs gonna make you pay for his toy car, so.â
âOh, right.â Lynch looked at the controller in his hand. There was the smirk Adam was used to seeing at school. âDrive over it one more time.â
Whelp, there goes the first month of the year. Iâve had an extremely emotional beginning of the year. My health has been more haywire than usual, Iâve fought DWP and been through a hell of a lot of stress, some good and some bad. One constant is how happy I get whenever I get parcel through the post. Some of these were late Yuletide gifts from friends/family, a couple of them were preâŠ
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