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bakerstreet2015-04-21 01:34 pm
vivalaopenpost) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-21 01:34 pm
FIRST CRUSH
[ available in canon or human au flavors. ]
{ooc: Human AU or canon is fine by me xD }
Mansherry-hime. You're my first love.
Mansherry-hime. You're my first love.
That makes him so sad. Deep in his upside down and backwards heart.
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- 2015-04-23 18:09 (UTC) - Expand
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[[ Would you like playing with an original character? And is there anything in particular that you wanted to do? I'm willing to AU to any kind of setting as well as aging my own character down. ]
(( little bit of 2, 5, 6, and 10 - maybe a little 9 for lols <3 ))
[ Laura knows her job is anything but ordinary, but she kind of loves it. It helps pay the bills and Stan and Mary Ann are probably the coolest old people she's ever met, Rubia is awesome and it's just busy enough to keep her mind off of her crappy life but not so busy that she finds herself wanting to murder someone. Being hired practically on the spot when her and Derek first got to New York and desperately needed cash was a huge plus too. No one tries to make her talk about herself too much, which she likes, and in the past few months it had become her little pocket of sanity in the absolute chaos her life had been flung into.
And then there was Alex.
Laura's not a crush type girl. In fact, she's pretty sure she's never actually had one - maybe once in the third grade or something. So Alex - well, Alex was totally screwing with her. It had started out simple enough. He was a nice guy, they got along, he helped pass the time. She wasn't blind and of course had noticed him. She just assumed that would be it. So there was a nice guy she works with who happens to be kind of hot. Except it hadn't stopped there. No, suddenly she's finding herself with this stupid thing in the pit of her stomach anytime he looks at her the right way, she's finding herself in the middle of something completely unrelated to work and suddenly he's there, right in the forefront of her thoughts and she hates it. She's not this girl. She doesn't do this. Even if she had the time for this, she doesn't do this.
Laura shakes her head at herself and reaches up for the box of merchandise from the back that's supposed to come up front. ]
Where do you want this again - [ She starts but kind of trails off at the end as she glances up and through the open storeroom door to catch Alex pulling off his hoodie, his shirt underneath caught a little and yep, that was just enough skin to make her heart skip a beat and her hands fumble with the box she's reach for. The box which promptly falls, a good dozen or so dildos spilling out over her on their way down. Laura freezes for a moment and if this was anyone but her it would be hilarious. But she suddenly wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole and god she was such an idiot. ] Ow.
[ Laura knows her job is anything but ordinary, but she kind of loves it. It helps pay the bills and Stan and Mary Ann are probably the coolest old people she's ever met, Rubia is awesome and it's just busy enough to keep her mind off of her crappy life but not so busy that she finds herself wanting to murder someone. Being hired practically on the spot when her and Derek first got to New York and desperately needed cash was a huge plus too. No one tries to make her talk about herself too much, which she likes, and in the past few months it had become her little pocket of sanity in the absolute chaos her life had been flung into.
And then there was Alex.
Laura's not a crush type girl. In fact, she's pretty sure she's never actually had one - maybe once in the third grade or something. So Alex - well, Alex was totally screwing with her. It had started out simple enough. He was a nice guy, they got along, he helped pass the time. She wasn't blind and of course had noticed him. She just assumed that would be it. So there was a nice guy she works with who happens to be kind of hot. Except it hadn't stopped there. No, suddenly she's finding herself with this stupid thing in the pit of her stomach anytime he looks at her the right way, she's finding herself in the middle of something completely unrelated to work and suddenly he's there, right in the forefront of her thoughts and she hates it. She's not this girl. She doesn't do this. Even if she had the time for this, she doesn't do this.
Laura shakes her head at herself and reaches up for the box of merchandise from the back that's supposed to come up front. ]
Where do you want this again - [ She starts but kind of trails off at the end as she glances up and through the open storeroom door to catch Alex pulling off his hoodie, his shirt underneath caught a little and yep, that was just enough skin to make her heart skip a beat and her hands fumble with the box she's reach for. The box which promptly falls, a good dozen or so dildos spilling out over her on their way down. Laura freezes for a moment and if this was anyone but her it would be hilarious. But she suddenly wants the floor to open up and swallow her whole and god she was such an idiot. ] Ow.
[ Alex always hated it when someone new would get hired on at Adult World. The thing was, he was the manager, so it was his job to train them and sometimes he made a bad call with his snap judgments; sometimes the people he thought would do really well ended up being a waste of time. Amy had been. He'd liked her, too, and he felt so stupid afterward because she'd pissed it all away, wasting all of her time getting paid to write shitty fucking poetry and let random people shoplift because she couldn't be bothered to even notice there was anyone else in the store with her.
So when Amy quit, Alex hadn't wasted any time with the red tape of asking Stan and Mary Anne before hiring the very next person who asked — he put up a Help Wanted sign in the door and, even though it was after dark, not an hour later, Laura had shown up, walking in with the sign in her hand and something that resembled hope in her eyes. He'd said he had to clear it with them first, but she was unofficially hired. Alex had excused himself to Stan and Mary Anne's office and called them at home, explaining the situation. He'd been working for them for years and they said that they trusted his judgment. Alex wasn't so sure that was a great idea, but they needed the help and why should they wait for weeks to pass before someone else came in like they'd had to when Amy had arrived to begin with? So...Alex hired Laura officially. She'd started the very next day.
Laura was pretty, but she was the unattainable kind of pretty and Alex was still wrapped up in Amy for the first God knows how long that Laura had worked there. He'd hated Amy for slamming his pride; for putting down Stan and Mary Anne the way that he had, but he still couldn't make himself hate her enough to stop thinking about her. Time passed, he finished training Laura and they got along really well. Even Rubia liked her and she hadn't had to warm up to Laura the way she'd had to with Amy. Rubia had liked Laura from the start. That, to Alex, was a good sign. Alex liked having Laura around. She made coming to work more fun.
He's due in at two today but this morning, he finished the painting he'd been working on and decided, fuck it, might as well go in. He knew Laura would be there and at least she'd make the time pass more quickly. When he walks in, he sees her just barely in his line of sight, reaching for a box in the store room and it looks like she's talking to someone. Probably Stan. Alex shucks off his coat and pulls his hoodie up over his head because it's cold as a motherfucker outside, but it's hot as the Devil's asshole inside, because the furnace is busted and Stan and Mary Anne have been trying to get an appointment with the guy who fixes that shit for over a week.
The crashing sounds he hears makes him jump a little and he manages to get the hoodie off just in time to see Laura standing frozen in place with a box and at least a dozen dildos on the floor. His mouth flattens out in a line with dimpled cheeks indicating that he's trying really hard not to laugh, because to be honest, it's a little funny, when she says simply Ow.]
You okay over there? Need a little help?
So when Amy quit, Alex hadn't wasted any time with the red tape of asking Stan and Mary Anne before hiring the very next person who asked — he put up a Help Wanted sign in the door and, even though it was after dark, not an hour later, Laura had shown up, walking in with the sign in her hand and something that resembled hope in her eyes. He'd said he had to clear it with them first, but she was unofficially hired. Alex had excused himself to Stan and Mary Anne's office and called them at home, explaining the situation. He'd been working for them for years and they said that they trusted his judgment. Alex wasn't so sure that was a great idea, but they needed the help and why should they wait for weeks to pass before someone else came in like they'd had to when Amy had arrived to begin with? So...Alex hired Laura officially. She'd started the very next day.
Laura was pretty, but she was the unattainable kind of pretty and Alex was still wrapped up in Amy for the first God knows how long that Laura had worked there. He'd hated Amy for slamming his pride; for putting down Stan and Mary Anne the way that he had, but he still couldn't make himself hate her enough to stop thinking about her. Time passed, he finished training Laura and they got along really well. Even Rubia liked her and she hadn't had to warm up to Laura the way she'd had to with Amy. Rubia had liked Laura from the start. That, to Alex, was a good sign. Alex liked having Laura around. She made coming to work more fun.
He's due in at two today but this morning, he finished the painting he'd been working on and decided, fuck it, might as well go in. He knew Laura would be there and at least she'd make the time pass more quickly. When he walks in, he sees her just barely in his line of sight, reaching for a box in the store room and it looks like she's talking to someone. Probably Stan. Alex shucks off his coat and pulls his hoodie up over his head because it's cold as a motherfucker outside, but it's hot as the Devil's asshole inside, because the furnace is busted and Stan and Mary Anne have been trying to get an appointment with the guy who fixes that shit for over a week.
The crashing sounds he hears makes him jump a little and he manages to get the hoodie off just in time to see Laura standing frozen in place with a box and at least a dozen dildos on the floor. His mouth flattens out in a line with dimpled cheeks indicating that he's trying really hard not to laugh, because to be honest, it's a little funny, when she says simply Ow.]
You okay over there? Need a little help?
[[ m/m for shippy things, gen for crushes. ]]
(Would prefer canonmates and characters within age range--Pacifica is 12. No smut, in case that needs clarification)
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