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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

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♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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hubbvrd · 18 days

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Pizza date | Sam Hubbard

summary — Sam and you spend your date at the pizzeria of Sam's friend. There you bake your pizzas together and when Sam puts pineapple on his pizza you start to tease him a bit

pairing — sam hubbard x reader

words — 1444

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Date Night.

You and Sam loved to have special dates, so a few weeks ago you both sat down together and wrote down special dates that sam and you wanted to work through in order.

The list consisted of 20 dates, of which the two of you had already completed 2 items.

A few days ago, you both had picked out a difficult recipe which sam and you tried to cook.

In fact, it had turned into a big mess, making it impossible to even begin to get the recipe right.

However, you and Sam had found out that both of you couldn't really cook, which is why your date tonight was at a pizza place.

Sam knew the owner of the small pizzeria, not far from your flat, so you two had the pizzeria to themselves that evening.

You both were going to learn how to make a pizza together - hopefully this would be easier than cooking.

But you had a good feeling when you came to a stop in front of the small and cosy looking pizzeria and waited for Sam.

You had found out by now that Sam always arrived a little later than you did, but it wasn't because he was late.

It had a completely different reason. The Bengals player never came to a date without flowers, like now.

Sam approached you with quick steps, holding a small bouquet of your favourite flowers that he had asked for on the very first date.

Sam was really thoughtful and you loved this little gesture incredibly about Sam.

"Hello y/n", Sam greeted you by pulling you into a short hug, then giving you a kiss on the cheek, making you blush slightly, before handing yo the small bouquet of y/ns favourite flowers.

"Hey Sam," you returned the greeting, smelling the flowers, which once again smelled heavenly.

"Shall we go in?" Without waiting for your reply, he had also opened the door for you gentleman like, so you quickly slipped inside.

Even though the pizzeria must have been closed for hours, the typical pizza smell still hung in the air, making your stomach start to growl.

"I think we should hurry up with the pizza baking," Sam said with a grin, who had heard your growling belly.

You looked around for a vase or something similar that you could use as a vase.

Because you didn't want the beautiful flowers to be broken by the heat in the pizzeria in the next few hours.

"Ciao" greeted you two, the owner of the pizzeria, who first greeted Sam as a brother and then pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Do you want to start right away?" , the Italian asked you two, who introduced himself as Giovanni.

"I guess my flowers need water first," you said, because you still hadn't spotted a vase.

"I'll take care of that. Why don't you go into the kitchen and put on the aprons I had set aside for you," Giovanni let you both know as he took the flowers from you.

You followed Sam into the kitchen where you found the aprons and helped each other tie the apron at the back.

On the table in the middle of the room, Giovanni had already prepared a dough for both of them and various toppings for the pizzas were in small bowls on the table.

There was indeed a huge selection, so you were already thinking about what you would put on your pizza.

Shortly afterwards Giovanni came into the kitchen and showed you both how to prepare the pizza dough professionally.

And indeed, you and Sam found out that you both were more talented at this than at cooking.

"I guess my work is done. I'll leave you guys to it. You can just drop the key in my mailbox later," , Giovanni pressed a bunch of keys into Sam's hand before saying goodbye to both of them and you and Sam were then alone.

Over the last twenty minutes you two had learned from Giovanni the perfect methods for making the best pizza dough, so there were now two perfectly and finished pizza doughs in front of each of you, waiting to be topped.

"Do you feel like listening to some music?" Sam asked as he pulled out his mobile phone and seemed to connect it to the small Bluetooth box.

"Sure," you said and began to carefully spread tomato sauce on your pizza dough.

A moment later, after Sam had connected his phone to the box, he had started one of his favourite playlists and quietly the music enveloped the room.

So, quietly but with concentration, you both began to take care of your pizza toppings.

And in doing so, both realised how different tastes actually were.

While your pizza had all her favourite toppings, Sam had spared no small amount of cheese, salami and pineapple, causing you to tear up.

"Pineapple on pizza? Really?" Almost shocked, you looked at the older man, who looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Pineapple just doesn't belong on a pizza. I'm really disappointed in you. Why are we dating again?" , you asked him playfully indignant while you just wanted to tease him.

Even though it was really a no-go for you to eat pineapple on a pizza.

Sam just rolled his eyes while a slight smirk formed on his lips and then both of you finished their pizzas and Sam put them in the oven.

So while Sam took care of the pizzas, you walked through the small and cosy pizzeria, which was decorated in an Italian style and immediately delighted everyone.

As you looked around, you still couldn't get over why he could put pineapple on his pizza when he had a huge selection of other foods.

And so you decided to tease Sam a bit as a kind of 'revenge'.

With the pizzas ready, you and Sam sat at one of the tables while a candle burned in front of you, and Sam told you what he was going to do with the rest of his football break.

You listened intently to the Bengals star as you reached for another slice of your pizza and bit into it with relish.

In fact, you hadn't thought your own pizza would taste so incredibly good.

"Shall we swap a slice?" Sam asked you a moment later, after he had finished his story.

You looked puzzled at your counterpart, who pointed at his pizza.

"Y/n? Have you lost your voice?" Sam asked you again, while his opposite continued not to say a word.

Confused, Sam raised his eyebrow, while you just looked at Sam.

Had he done something wrong?

Or was it actually still the pineapple that was on his pizza?

Sam started to ask you a few more questions, but you didn't answer them and ate your pizza in silence.

But Sam spotted a small grin on your lips, which made Sam stop worrying about whether he had done something wrong, because he knew that you was just teasing him.

And all because of the pineapple on his pizza.

But over the next few minutes, Sam began to be more and more bothered by the fact that the younger girl seemed to ignore him, so he couldn't stand it any longer.

He really wanted to talk to y/n, get to know her a little better and continue to enjoy the date, which had already been a complete success.

"Can you stop ignoring me please? I'm going crazy."

Sam started to pout slightly, whereupon you lifted his eyes and looked at Sam.

His pouting increased, whereupon you began to giggle, ensuring that you 'plan' was now noticed.

"Is this the punishment now for having pineapple on my pizza?" , Sam asked you sulkily, to which you nodded with a grin.

"Have you even tried this? It's really tasty" , he tried to convince you about the pineapple on his pizza.

"No, because it just doesn't fit" you answered convincingly, whereupon Sam held a slice of pizza in front of your mouth and asked you to try it.

And that's exactly what you did.

She chewed for a few seconds and took your time answering while Sam watched you carefully.

"It's quite good," you said, even though it tasted really good, but you didn't want to let Sam win, so you didn't tell him.

With a grin on his lips, Sam just nodded and both of you finished the rest of your pizza while both talked and a successful date slowly came to an end.

And who knew what great things the next date would bring?

#sam hubbard #sam hubbard x reader #sam hubbard imagine #sam hubbard x yn #nfl imagines #nfl fic #nfl #nfl imagine #cincinnati bengals

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rekas-writes · 1 year

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Valorant Agents and Their Fast Food Sins

Pair: Implied! Individual Agent (Neon, Killjoy, Raze, Jett, Chamber, Harbor, Sage, Reyna, Viper, Phoenix, Yoru)/GN! Reader - more so Individual HCs Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons/Bulletpoints - 652 words Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Crack Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: None

A/N: Hi! It's been a while! I hope you've had a wonderful New Year and a fantastic winter holiday/winter in general, my lovely customers! I'll be wrapping up some orders before diving back into my October series! ❤️

Further A/N: It was my birthday on the 31st December and I've just come back from the Philippines. I was dealing with a couple things but I'm hoping to get back into writing! This was just a fun, little thing I thought of while out in London. There was a Wendy's and a Taco Bell and those things are hard to come by here in the UK, haha- and so naturally it evolved into fast food habits nobody asked for.

Of course if you do any of these combos, more power to you! This is all in jest and I just wanted to write a light-hearted comedy/joke piece :D

. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🍡 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .

Neon: Cuts a donut in half and then sandwiches her McDonald's apple pie with it. It helps with her sweet tooth and she swears it's the perfect dessert combo. Will also make you one in an effort to get you to appreciate this sugary goodness as much as she does. She might also wink and say it's not as sweet as you... and then cover her face with a hand because she can't believe she just said that

Killjoy: Puts chicken nuggets in her chicken sandwich and if you tell her that's too much chicken for the bread to filling ratio, she'll just add more out of amusement. If you encourage her? She'll get you to help her put as much chicken as possible in there

Raze: Mixes all the sauces together. All of them. And then she will ask you to grab more sauces/your leftover sauces. Sauces are boring on their own apparently. If you ever raise an eyebrow at that, she'll just shrug and tell you not to bash it ‘till you try it. Somehow it doesn't taste bad at all

Jett: Puts chicken nuggets and other random fillings from different fast food joints on pizza and then folds it like a calzone. Has and will defend this to the end of time. If you ask her why she doesn't just make her own custom pizza/calzone, she says it doesn't taste the same

Chamber: Puts onion rings and fries in his burger. It's not really a sin, but he genuinely thinks this is a weird combination/thing to do so he never does it in front of people. He'll wait for you to go to the bathroom or something, and then add them in. Might steal your onion rings and/or fries too while you're gone. I'll cut him some slack, only because he doesn't really eat enough fast food to know the common food 'hacks'.

Harbor: Eats the fillet-o-fish and a random other burger/sandwich combined. If you give him a look, he will take another bite slowly and chew obnoxiously with a smug look. He does the exaggerated "mmm" too and closes his eyes just to hear you laugh and roll your eyes

Sage: Likes the good ol' fries in the milkshake and pineapple on pizza. She really likes the salty-sweet combos and has more of a sweet tooth than she'd like to admit. She also thinks the fruit/shakes help(s) make fast food feel less greasy

Reyna: Uses human blood as ketchup She mixes coffee and soda together to feel something. You don't even question her, mostly because she refuses to explain herself and doesn't feel the need to. She'll just shrug, smile and then offer you a taste- saying it's like devouring a soul. It tastes like battery acid

Viper: Doesn’t commit food sins but she did try to poison someone’s fast food. She just wanted to test out a weaker poison she had on hand, and decided her target would be that one person who wouldn't take a hint and leave you alone. Never leave your food unattended around her, especially if you're going to blatantly annoy her S/O.

Phoenix: Puts popcorn chicken in his munchkin donuts. He claims to be a food connoisseur every time you question it, and that it'll catch on as a food trend one day. You tried it once and didn't know how to feel about the fact you didn't hate it. He gets really excited every time he gets this particular combo and you can't help but smile at his childlike giddiness

Yoru: Probably puts salt in his cheap coffee, it tastes awful but he does it anyway- maybe out of spite. He got the salt from the tears of his enemies. He never stopped to consider that just because he could, maybe he shouldn't. You don't say anything because the last time you did, he drank it faster and then got another

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rickmymanrick · 9 months

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one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

next chapter...

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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TWIN FLAMES: 13❕

A/N: I know, it’s been literally 19 days and I’m so sorry, this chapter hurt to write but it’s HERE!

Warning: NO MINORS, angsttttyyyy

Pairing: Eddie x Fem! reader

W.C 3.1k

Three days have gone by and you haven’t heard a single word from Eddie. You tried calling his house but it just kept ringing. It was a stupid fight. Ridiculous even. You had no idea your dad was going to tell you those things that night. How would you have known? Sitting on your tower at the pool you sulked as the sun beat down on the umbrella. You had barely slept at all the past few nights. Nightmares racking your brain with the painful memories of Eddie leaving your house that night. You were angry with him, so hurt by what happened. The way he just left you standing there, alone. Your eyes were swollen from crying, your parents were terrified when you screamed out at night after having fallen asleep for a few minutes. Waking up to remember that Eddie wanted nothing to do with you only for the crying to continue again. It had been your idea to go back to work but everywhere you went Eddie was there.

Behind the counter sat the ghost of Eddie, bringing pizza to your work the Saturday after the party.

“I didn’t know if you liked Canadian bacon and pineapple so I got a cheese too, and if you like neither of those options I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Eddie announces proudly.

He looked so good that night, the memory of him bringing two pizzas, cut deep. You weren’t complete without him. A part of your soul was missing and you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed answers. And you would get them. Hopping down from the white tower of your lifeguard station, stomping your feet into the hot smooth concrete as you walked.

“Hey your break isn’t for another hour,” Anthony announced sleepily behind the counter, “hey! Where are you going?”

You pushed past the chain link fence grabbing your purse, you toss your whistle and keys over the counter as you went, watching as they bounced to the floor, “I quit”.

You crane your steering wheel to turn into the trailer park forest hills. Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen but Wayne’s truck was parked along the grass. Parking and getting out of your car you crane your ears for any sort of sound, but it was desolate. No metal music blaring, not Wayne and Eddie talking— just nothing. Yet you were determined to figure out what the hell was going on. Your feet were on the steps before your mind could talk yourself out of it. Knocking lightly on the door you waited to hear Eddie’s feet bounding from his room, but the Munson face who met you wasn’t the one you so desperately craved to see.

Wayne looks rough, he always kind of did but right now he looked as if he too hadn’t slept in days.

“Oh I’m sorry Wayne I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you nudge the toe of your shoe against the rotting wood of the rickety steps, you never even thought about Eddie telling Wayne what had happened, would he agree with him? Suddenly you were very nervous to be standing at Eddie’s trailer door. “Um— is, is Eddie here?”

Wayne’s icy eyes peer into yours, “Darlin’ what do you mean?”

Heat rises in your throat and sweat forms on the back of your neck, “I-is Eddie here, I haven’t seen him in a few days and I just w-wanted to talk to him.”

“You haven’t seen him either?” Wayne raises his voice. “Goddamn I thought you were with him!”

Nothing is making sense, “With him? Wayne what happened? Where is he?!”

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Wiping the traitorous tears from his eyes as he pushes the limits on how fast the old van can take him back to Forest Hills trailer park, Eddie is furious.

He couldn’t believe this.

Couldn’t believe that the girl who made him feel like there was no one else in the world but him, could also make him feel the same way that he felt the day his dad betrayed him.

Heartbroken.

But that was his business.

His dad, the Munson name, his entire reputation in Hawkins. That was his, and you made it feel like none of that mattered. You made him feel like he was important. Honestly, it would’ve been better if your dad would’ve never told him. Never told him that he was the one who got Eddie out of juvy with the help of Steve’s dad. Never told him that he had known Ray when they were growing up, never told him that he basically knew every single part of his life before Eddie even had a chance to tell you himself—- he already knew everything about him, and that was the worst part.

Speeding into the Forest Hills trailer park kicking up rocks and bits of broken glass from the neighbors fight they had last week over a baseball game bet gone bad, he throws the van in park and runs inside. He grabs a duffel bag and shovels it full of dirty jeans strewn across the floor, his Hellfire shirt, various band tees, D&D dice, a very worn copy of Lord of the Rings, and a pillow. He goes into the bottom drawer of the messy dresser and pulls out a small, black tin full of rolled up bills. He had been saving this for a rainy day maybe to get a new guitar or one of those fancy new amps he saw in the record store last week, but when it rains it pours and boy was it pouring tonight.

He had no plan, only to get away. away from here away from this town, and all their judging looks and away from you. He couldn’t bear to look at you. He couldn’t bear to think that you only thought of him as a charity case. You were the first person in his life to look at him in a way that wasn’t out of pity that wasn’t, a look of disgust or even a cheap way to score some good weed. You saw him for who he was not his past— and that’s what’s killing him.

That you will no longer be seeing him that way you’ll no longer be seeing him as the guy you met at a random barn party on the hottest fucking day of the year. No, no no— now you will see him as a shadow of the man who put his own son in juvy. A delinquent, a fraud.

Sure, Eddie missed growing up without his dad around— who wouldn’t but that’s not why he left your house tonight. That’s not why he’s leaving, that’s not why he’s running away. No, he’s running away to get far away from you and those sad eyes that stared at him after your dad unleashed Eddie’s truth.

He didn’t need a handout—didn’t want one. He had been doing fine on his own, and he would continue to do so. Thinking twice about writing Wayne a note, Eddie scribbles a short message on the back of the electric bill envelope.

Going away for awhile- Eddie

Slinging the bag over his shoulder feeling the bite from the weight dip into his shirt, Eddie pushes through the door. Leaving the house he has known for the past twelve years for the last time.

“He— he left a note,” Wayne says fumbling over discarded papers, “ah here!” He slides the paper over to you and you read what it says. “Any idea where he would be?”

Tears fall from your eyes spilling on the note Eddie left for Wayne, tears smearing the ink from the pen. “I- I have no idea, we h-had a fight and he told me he never wanted to see me again.”

“Darlin’ that boy is crazy about you, there ain’t no way he would say those things.” Wayne gives you a smile. Clearly Eddie hadn’t told Wayne about the fight you two had had. After ten minutes of explaining what happened that night, Wayne sits down heavily in his recliner. “My God, you’re Dan’s daughter? How the hell did I miss that? I guess I hadn’t seen him since he helped Eddie.”

“You should have seen him Wayne he was so upset, screaming and yelling,” you begin to cry remembering how upset he was, “I had never seen him like that before.” You bury the heels of your hands into your eyes as you start sobbing.

Wayne runs a thick hand through his scruffy beard. “I’m calling his work. We need to narrow down a timeline of when he left… I don’t get home from the plant until after seven o’clock. I figured he had either gone to work or was on a trip with you. I didn’t even question it.” He shakes his head. “Damn that boy.”

You and Wayne spend the better half of an hour calling Eddie’s work and his friends, no one has seen him, or heard from him. You wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for him. Wayne hangs up the phone and slumps down into the worn kitchen chair, head in his hands as he mumbles, “No luck, I’m sorry Y/N, nobody knows where Eddie could be.”

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The lights on the faded sign for the motel right off of I-70 in Indianapolis flickered an angry red reading “v - - ancy”. It had been a month since Eddie ran away and the freedom was beautiful. Eddie could do whatever he wanted without having to answer to a single soul but himself. He woke up when he wanted, he wrote songs at every hour of the day, and most importantly he was free. Not chained to the reputation of his jailbird dad or his neglectful mother, not judged by you or your precious family. He was free to be himself, here in this rundown shit heap of an excuse for a place to lay his head. Yeah? Well so what if the van was broken into and everything was stolen? He could buy new tapes. No big deal. And yeah, the cockroach roommates weren’t exactly the best but the bed was bigger than the twin mattress he had at home. The money he had been saving was almost gone but he was managing. He’d just have to start selling again.

Stretching his legs out on the broken concrete, he strains his back against the teetering plastic of the lawn chair outside of room 38. An opened can of spaghetti o’s in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other, Eddie was living the life. The city was much different from the deep pits of hell Hawkins resembled. Life here was boisterous, loud and always on the go. The city smelled of opportunity, piss and rotting food, but opportunity nonetheless. Stores stayed open all night, he could get a hotdog off a cart at 2 am if he wanted. The record stores had all the new releases, and more importantly they were huge. Yeah life for Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was pretty great. The Strip clubs didn’t card and on most nights Eddie found himself too drunk, leaned back on a fuzzy chair, receiving a sad lap dance while he tried to drown your memory out of his head.

That was the only thing that bothered him. The nightmares. Visions of your face haunted him, had him tossing and turning in a deep sweat every single night. He’d wake up with hair stuck to the back of his neck, tangled in the scratchy sheets. He didn’t know peace. Nightmares of you never taking him back— not that he wanted you too, he was still licking his wounds, but the thought of you moving on was slowly driving him insane. He couldn’t escape it. You were everywhere. Every girl he saw, every song he wrote, was all you. Always you. He even tried to call you a few times but would hang up as soon as your beautiful sleepy voice rang through the other end. It was too painful. How could he go back now? He couldn’t just apologize and pretend he didn’t fuck it up. A small part of him still believed you would figure out he was here and walk through the door one of these nights. But it never happened. The ghost of you still lingering. His twin flame, his girl, nothing would be the same, he couldn’t just go home. He has changed and he’s assumed so have you.

August was revealing itself to be hotter than July, if that were even possible. Temperatures were climbing into the triple digits almost every day. The usual green and perky lawns around Bridgeport and Hawkins were scorched from the blazing hell of the sun. Wayne said the plant had even closed a few days because of how hot it was. The heat was relentless and miserable. As were you.

The first two weeks without Eddie, your parents didn’t know what to do with you, most days you holed yourself in your room refusing to do anything but sleep. Sleep was the only time you got to see Eddie, getting to remember the way he loved you, the way his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he saw you. The unruly way his curls fell against his face when he was head banging on stage, and the sweet taste of his lips on yours when you were tangled up in eachothers arms. Being awake was the nightmare. It felt unreal that he was gone. You waited for him to come home and jump on your bed and pepper your face with kisses, watching his eyes dance for the love he had for you. But it never happened. You were starting to understand why Steve went off the deep end when you had dumped him.

Your appearance was alarming, your hair was thrown atop your head, rarely getting out of pajamas. The puffiness from the crying had become a standard part of your face. A former shell of who you used to be. It wasn’t the fact that you were dumped, it was the fact that Eddie completely vanished and nobody had heard a single word from him. Late at night you would hallucinate that your phone was ringing, you answered it many times just for the line to be dead. An evil trick played by your mind. How could this have happened? How could he just leave you like this and not even say if he was alright?

Watching Wayne tear up when you had visited him on his days off was heartbreaking. “I just want my son to come home,” he choked through tears, a rugged calloused hand wipes away the tears with a tattered handkerchief, “then I’ll kick his ass for leaving.” You always tried your best not to cry in front of him, leaving that for the car rides home. The little time you got to spend with Wayne warmed your heart, and made you feel like there was hope for Eddie walking his stubborn ass through that door any day now. Even if he did come back, would it be the same? You doubted he would come waltzing into your house and apologize with a dozen roses, or admit that he was wrong, you didn’t even care if any of that happened, you just wanted him back. You were pissed at him for leaving you the way he did, no explanation no nothing just ‘fuck you’ and dust in the wind. It was killing you not knowing where he was. Not knowing if he was safe.

School was starting in less than a week and your mother insisted on going back to school shopping in Indianapolis. The drive was a blur, your mother was going on and on about paint samples for the new guest house she had talked your dad into building. Your head was leaned against the window and your knees tucked up in front of you. you “mhmmed” more times than you could count, waiting for the drive to be over. You had told your parents about Eddie’s disappearance and they were truly worried sick for Wayne and yourself. They tried their best to make you feel better but it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t make Eddie come back anymore than you could. Your father had tried using any connection he could think of to find him, but so far it was useless. Any good lead would always come up dry. Not only was Eddie gone and wanting nothing to do with you, but he was 19 and legally able to leave home. He couldn’t be considered a missing person, just a runaway.

The Glendale mall had just opened the new smell of the plaster walls and black and white tiling scattered along every floor. It was packed full of anxious moms trying to find the very best for their children, angsty teenagers swooning over the ice cream slinging hotties. Your mother had maintained that she could buy you happiness with a girls day. After countless hours of shopping and a fresh mani and pedi, you were starting to feel a little better. A smile spread across your face as your mom made small jokes about the cute guys working at the burger joint in the food court. Maybe it was time to move on from Eddie. He clearly didn’t want anything to do with you so why continue being miserable? The hole in your chest where Eddie used to be was begging for closure, straining for any little piece of reassurance. But getting that would never happen.

Leaving the mall struggling beneath the arm loads of shopping bags your mother points to a homeless man, curled up against the edge of the building attempting to get the last bit of shade. “Such a sad sight, you never know how their lives were before they became like that.” But that’s not what startled you. Her words no matter how ridiculous they were was not what held your mouth agape. The man, wearing grime covered shorts and sandals, had a vest covering his head, a vest you had seen many times before. It was denim, with a homemade “DIO” patch on the back, a WASP button, various other patches adorning the sides. You would have recognized that handmade vest anywhere, because it was Eddie’s.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Born Stubborn - Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Title: Born Stubborn

Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested

WC: 1,610

Warnings: "fighting", arguing, both Indy and the Reader are super stubborn, slight angst, and fluff

You stared up at Indiana with a hard glared, arms crossed as you tapped your foot. Indiana just stared right back at you, his own arms crossed; a smirk on his face. Oh, how you wished you could wipe that smirk right off his face. You had been fighting with Indiana all day, and it was stupid. Really stupid. But you weren't backing down. Not now. You were winning this argument once and for all.

"This is stupid, Indy. You know I'm right." You tried to reason with him, standing toe to toe with him, ignoring the height difference.

"A hot dog is not a sandwich!" He shot back. "It's a-"

You raised a finger in the air, interrupting him, "Do not say what I think you are going to say." You demanded, acting like an angry parent scolding their child.

"It's a taco!" He exclaimed, and you groaned dramatically, rolling your eyes.

"That does not make sense," You stated, tossing a hand in the air, "It's meat on bread!"

"A taco shell is made out of bread, and it has meat on it. Topping too." He challenged.

You blinked, stunned at such an accusation. "Are you serious? Bread, meat, toppings; is also a sandwich. Hot dog equals sandwich... It's that simple," You argued.

Indiana huffed, "But it's so much more than that!" He pointed out. You rolled your eyes again and turned away from him, pouting slightly.

"Just shut up already," You mumbled under your breath, hoping he'd leave you alone soon. It wasn't like you wanted to argue, but it was becoming irritating.

Indiana ran a hand down his face, holding his jaw as he sighed. "Why are we fighting about this? It's stupid." He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, looking back up at him.

"I already said that. If you wo-" Before you could finish, you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours. A little startled, you didn't kiss back immediately, tensing up before you slowly closed your eyes, melting into the kiss. Indy pulled away, his expression sheepish. "What was that for?" You asked, bewildered; beyond flustered.

He shrugged, standing straight, "One way to shut you up, sweetheart."

You gaped at him, "Indy, I am trying to have a serious conversation with you. You can't just kiss this better." You scolded as Indiana just continued to smirk down at you.

"Oh, I disagree. Isn't that how that last argument ended?" He asked, and you huffed.

It was. And you hated how Indiana was right. You couldn't count how many times he persuaded you with a simple kiss. It was unfair, it wasn't your fault that his kisses were like magic; relaxing you instantly. It was like he was a flipping siren with that kiss of his, instantly making your mind all numb and fuzzy. You could remember when you once fought on the topic of if pineapple was allowed on pizza.

There was never a conclusion for that argument as you just groaned and left Indiana, going to read in your shared room for a while. It wasn't until a couple days later another fight began...

"Oh, no Indiana, we are not doing this." You hissed, trying to ignore him as he stood behind you as you flipped a pancake; you could feel his breath on your neck.

Indiana said nothing as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I'm just saying, chocolate ice cream is way better."

You paused your flipping to turn your head slightly, "You are evil, Indiana Jones. You know that vanilla is the superior flavor. Especially for ice cream." You argued, turning back to the stove.

"Chocolate."

"Vanilla."

"Cho-co-late."

"Van-il-la."

"Chocolate."

"Vanilla!" You finally snapped, turning around as you pointed the spatula accusingly at Indiana who just stared down at you with a smirk, as you glared up at him, chest raising up and down heavily.

Indy just pushed the spatula down with a finger, leaning down to press his lips against yours. He deepened the kiss, and you couldn't help but melt once more. You clutched the spatula down, wrapping your hands around his neck to deepen the kiss even more. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, and you felt your knees go weak as he broke away. You watched as he walked away, leaving the room.

Gaining back your senses, you pointed that spatula in his general direction, "Ha!" You exclaimed, "I got that last word!"

"Chocolate!" He called from another room making your growl, clutching the spatula in your hand before you paused, smelling your pancake burning on the stove.

You thought the rest of the week was going to be fine. No fighting about dumb things whatsoever, but no. The world is hating on you right now. You didn't know how it stared, but it did. And, you had no idea how to stop it. You and Indy were simply eating dinner when the topic was brought up. How you've never spoken about it before shocked you.

"Chicken comes first. End of conversation." Indy spoke briefly as he took a bite of his meal.

You paused, the spoon halfway to your mouth, you looked up at Indiana with wide, shocked eyes. "Not end of conversation, egg first. Everyone knows that." You replied and it was Indy's turn to pause his eating to look at you.

"Everyone knows that?" He asked and you simply nodded in return. "Uh-uh." He shook his head.

You sputtered, dumbfounded, "What do you mean 'uh-uh'? How is the chicken supposed to be there if it wasn't born first? Egg. First."

"How's the egg even supposed to be there if a chicken wasn’t there first?” He countered back.

"Ugh..." You groaned and dropped your head. "Why are you so stubborn?" You asked, and Indiana shrugged, pointing his spoon at you.

"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart." Only for you to lean back against your chair, crossing your arms.

"Born stubborn, and you know it. Egg first... Chicken." You asserted, only for Indiana to open his mouth in feigned shock as he placed a hand to his chest in faux offense.

"Me? A chicken?"

You only nodded, smirking, "You are so keen that the chicken comes first, so you're a chicken."

Indiana shook his head as he stared at you, "Wow, Y/N... Name calling? Real mature." He tsked, "What am I supposed to say to that? You confuse me, really." He finished, only for you to sigh.

You placed a hand on your forehead, feeling a headache coming as you spoke, "You know we wouldn't be having this conversation if you hadn't brought this all up. It's like you wanted this to happen or something. We should be finishing this stupid argument, finishing our dinner, cuddling in bed, and then sleeping.” You said with frustration clear in your voice.

Indy chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, so we agree with chicken first?" He asked simply, going back to his food.

You stared at him blankly. Did he seriously just say that? "Are you joking right now? Are you completely kidding? Chicken first?"

He smirked. "Yeah."

You were quick to stand up from your seat, hand pressed firmly on the tabletop as you let out a deep sigh of annoyance. Indiana was being stubborn. You were being stubborn. You'd admit that, but you weren't going to let him win. You weren't going to let him have the last laugh. Not this time. Let's see how he likes the taste of his own medicine.

Indiana watched as you walked around the table, an unknown look in your eyes as you bent down, grabbing the collar of Indiana's shirt. Indy's grin faltered slightly as he stared up at you. You glared back down at him and leaned over closer towards him. His face grew pale, eyes widening. Why did you have to be so attractive? Your gaze never strayed off his, you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, as you leaned down further. Your nose brushed against his as you whispered lowly, "You're going to regret that." You were quick to press your lips against his.

His eyes widened before they fell closed, leaning into your kiss. His mind grew hazy as he felt his cheeks heat up. You've never acted like this, this was new, exciting, and so very different from how you usually acted. His hands moved to hold you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. This kiss of yours was intoxicating, he never wanted to let you go. He wanted to get sucked into the abyss of you. Indy whined lightly as you pulled away shortly after, his lips chasing yours as you looked down at him, both of you breathing heavily.

"What came first?" You demanded, your voice soft and low as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.

"Well," He trailed off, clearing his throat nervously as he licked his lips. "The egg." He said as he leaned up to capture your lips in his again.

You sank into the kiss, smiling in it as you finally won. "Egg eh?" You teased lightly as Indy grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap.

"Mmhm, you're so stubborn. I love it." Indy muttered, voice husky as he began to pepper kisses to your shoulder.

You ran your fingers through Indiana's hair, "I love you." You breathed, causing Indy to stop kissing you and pull back.

He gave you a small smile, his large hands gently squeezing your waist, "I love you too." Indy mumbled, “Now kiss me or I’ll start another stupid argument.”

Now, how could you say no?

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transingthoseformers · 1 year

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Mtmte, but it's what styles of pizza I think different characters would like and it's based on subjective vibes alone.

Whirl would loudly brag about eating pizza with pineapple and pizza with broccoli, and exactly do neither he doesn't like pizza lol. So he's just in the corner making a fuss, not even touching his slice of decoy pizza.

Swerve would honestly like pizza with pineapple and he's willing to tell you why and ykw valid.

Dunno why but i feel like Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus would like mushrooms on his. I get that vibe from him.

Ratchet now he'd go for pepperoni but also like his pizza fairly half burnt.

Rodimus is the guy who swears by ranch and hot sauce on pizza. I used to see a lot of people at school do that and it feels like a Roddie thing to do.

Megatron would like broccoli on his pizza but it's the most well kept secret ever, fucker is willing to hide it under the cheese just to avoid the convo.

Brainstorm seems like he's the guy who would absolutely fucking drown his pizza in garlic. Like, personal Riot story but I used to like a little bit of garlic in stuff until I tried the "white pizza" one of the first days of middle school and it was goddamn revolting and I cannot stand garlic to this day. Anyways yes i feel like someone has definitely tried stealing his share of pizza, started gagging and accused him of poisoning the pizza. But nope Brainstorm just seems like a garlic guy.

Drift would like three cheese pizza. He'd make up some reason for why about how the flavors compliment each other but he's talking out of his aft, Drift chanced a frozen pizza once and it worked out very well for him.

Ambulon would like half and half, pepperoni on one side just cheese on the other.

Tailgate enjoys plain cheese pizza, and always gets extra pizza because like damn how does he fit all that in that tiny frame, how high is his metabolism.

Cyclonus is okay with plain cheese or pepperoni, and he secretly takes off all the pepperoni from Tailgate's and gives him Whirl's pizza.

Red Alert will legitimately only eat cheese pizza and he will not eat any that a topping has even been near because no you can't just pick it off it leaves all the weird little oils and bits behind and changes the taste

Rung will deny any preference but if you press him about it he will admit a soft spot for stuffed crust.

Getaway... hmmm he seems like a mayo on the pizza person and yes i have seen people put mayo on pizza it's a thing I swear only happens in schools but hey here's Getaway giving mayo vibes.

Fortress Maximus will go absolutely fucking nuts for pizza with extra cheese, whether it's in the crust or on the pizza hell i feel like he's the guy who'd ask for the cheese that ended up on the sides of the box when it got cut and Max goddamn right for this

Overlord just fucking eats the boxes that people throw into the basement because they're saving them for some cardboard creation but there's never enough for some reason

Atomizer doesn't care what kind of pizza he gets but he's a pizza thief who will beg everyone to give him their slice or take it if you leave it unattended because yes people do that and it's another only in highschool thing

Trailblazer hmmm he seems like a guy who likes cheese pizza with a reasonable sprinkling of garlic and mozzarella

Sunstreaker literally doesn't care but he prefers anchovies on his pizza, sometimes he has to fight to keep his slices away from Bob because that's my pizza damn it Bob shoo.

First aid also seems like a pepperoni guy but cringes at all the pizza war crimes he sees the others commit so he sneaks into his quarters to eat his.

Whirl's scraplet daughter will eat literally anything you give her so sometimes you've gotta forfeit your slice to her or forfeit your leg

Perceptor will eat barbecue sauce pizza and while he can probably explain it I'm willing to bully him for his choice instead

Ten would be a pizza dough bot and everyone worries about him getting salmonella but don't worry he won't because the power of friendship

Have you ever heard of buffalo chicken pizza? I wish I hadn't so I'm inflicting the love of it onto the entirety of the DJD because they love to see their victims cry as they realize they're gonna be forcefed the edible warcrime

#did i use this to complain about the various pizza sins that my school district did yes #but idc #tell me your own pizza headcanons if you want #mtmte #transformers mtmte #christ i am bitter about how many times i missed school lunch because sOmEoNe decided they wanted to get creative with toppings #long post

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@jomiddlemarch asked for my top ten beverages (and/or guilty pleasures, but I don't have ten guilty pleasures (that I'm willing to admit XD))--she also tagged me something similar some time ago, which I failed to answer and I am so sorry

So, in random order:

Elderflower Fanta - I am that kind of crazy person who hates cola. It's not a question of Coca Cola vs Pepsi. If it's brown and fizzy, I don't care for it. It's Fanta for me, especially their elderflower flavor

Teakanne's Irish Cream tea - not in this weather, but for a cozy fall afternoon? Perfect.

Cider - the two most common brands here are Sommersby and Strongbow, and I'm slightly leaning towards Strongbow, especially their red berry flavor, but sometimes the stores I go to only carry Sommersby, so I'm fine with that. Also, I don't like beer, so whenever people are drinking beer around me, I'll drink cider.

Macifröccs - okay, so in Hungary, we have a whole damn tradition of mixing wine with club soda. Its not trashy - it's tradition. The different ratios even have different, individual names, but the umbrella term for the mix of wine and club soda is fröccs. Macifröccs (teddy/bear cub fröccs) is when you also add raspberry syrup.

Clove latte from Zanzibar - there is a café franchise in Hungary (they apparently also have locations in Switzerland, Croatia, Dubai, France, Romania, Saudia Arabia, and Romania) that focuses on sustainability (they buy the beans directly from the farmers too) and offering a wide range of coffee specialties from all around the world (they are cheaper than Starbucks too). Their clove-ginger Zanzibar latte is usually my go to drink, but last fall they had a limited edition Mozart Kugeln coffee that was just to die for.

Bailey's - Nuff' said. Don't leave me alone with Bailey's

Doctor Strange cocktail - there is a bar franchise here with three locations in Budapest that specifically targets the geek audience. You can play boardgames and consol games at their locations, and all of their drinks are also inspired by different games/movies/comics/series. Their Doctor Strange cocktail might be my current favorite, it's sweet and syrupy at the bottom and sour and lemony at the top-and packs some punch.

Bubble tea - I'm a weak ass white girl who prefers the kind without milk and with all the colorfull little bubbles. I'm sorry. But I know a good place in Budapest.

Energy drinks - here, and actual dirty pleasure. Also, I'm pretty sure caffein doesn't really affect me (I have never been able to drink enough of the stuff to keep me from sleeping or to raise my heartrate or anything, and I have indulged), so I guess I drink it for the placebo effect.

Pineapple juice - I just like pineapples (yes, on pizza too, sue me), so it's a nice treat

#personal

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rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth · 2 months

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ROTTEN HOMIE I GOTA BEANIE N BARRETT Qs 👀👀👀👀

🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

Warning for minor Alone No Longer/ Alone Wolf: 1999 spoilers!

🍒

Sabine- Walter. After all of the *drama* happens, Sabine and Walter really hit it off. They make perfect shopping buddies and live for manor gossip/ daytime tv.

Barrett- This one is easy. Pip 🥲

🍓

Sabine- cute isn't really part of her aesthetic until later in her life when REDACTED is born. Then she finds cute things adorable.

Barrett- cute really just activates his predatory drive. If it's cute, it's probably an easy meal.

🍉

Sabine- sometimes she misses having multiple lovers

Barrett- I answered one for him in a previous ask, but the man has so many secrets. One is the fact that he does not really care for sweets.

🍑

Sabine shows she cares by being attentive and motherly to women or teasing and flirty to men. She is average when it comes to kindness. Indifferent to most people and a little aloof, but if it's someone she grows to care for, then they are in her circle for life.

Barrett shows he cares by being fiercely protective and loyal. He's not very kind, and is actually quite a bit of an asshole, but he does go full livestock guardian for the people he cares about. He can be a little smothering with his attention.

🍍

neither one eats pizza, but if they did it would have to be strictly meat toppings.

🥦

Sabine- She hates the misogyny that runs rampant in the human species (ironic, considering Hans) As for her own species, she hates that no matter what happens, she can never leave her mate.

Barrett- There isn't much he likes about humans other than music, but what he hates most is the extermination of werewolves. For his own species, he hates being so OP.

🥔

Sabine- I also answered this in a previous ask, but besides her vanity she would also say her hyper sexuality.

Barrett- His violent nature and wild temper.

#thanks for the ask!#dusting off the inbox #hellsing oc #werewolf #sabine #barrett #hellsing #alone wolf

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Banana pineapple green apple and broccoli for all three. Hier sind kekse.

@bleumanouche [ OC Interview Questions - Fruits and Vegetables ]

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Mercy: So, so many parts. She’s not the cold, detached researcher willing to do anything for results that she used to be- not that she’s complaining about losing that aspect, she's still horrified by some of her actions back in her prewar and earlier postwar years. On the other end, she’s also very removed from the softer, more open-hearted side that came out when she’d settled down in Wyoming; she misses that side often, but also feels that part of her was buried with everything else in her life there and she's no longer capable of getting it back. There aren't really any parts that she'd want to lose at this point- she hates some of her past, but she also can't really redeem herself if she loses those parts.

Reed: The only thing he's really lost to time so far has been trauma related to his upbringing & early adult life, and that's basically all he'd want to lose anyways. He's also lost a bit of his prewar work ethic and ability to sideline morals to follow orders; he fucks around and goofs off a lot more in the BoS than he ever did while was in the army.

Delta: Not so much lost to time as erased with questionable consent, but they’ve lost all of their memories of their life in the Institute and their life before they were found by the Railroad. They have no idea who they were beforehand, how they got out of the Institute, if they were close with any other synths or scientists there, etc etc. They don’t have anything they’d like to lose, but they wish they could regain some of those memories.

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

Mercy: Yes

Reed: No he’s wrong

Delta: Yes

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

Mercy: She has a lot of sympathy for mutants & feral ghouls; she leaves ferals alone unless they’re hostile and occasionally leaves food for them, and she’s typically the same way with mutants aside from a few exceptions. The main exception there is centaurs- she typically kills them on sight because she feels like they have to be suffering and it’s not humane to make them live like that. She’s not outright punished for this, but it can be offputting for a lot of people(and dangerous if they aren’t ghouls) because she will just work around ferals if they’re somewhere that she wants to check out.

Reed: He usually ignores wasteland fauna unless it’s hostile, and literally could not give less of a fuck about the whole “synths are an abomination” thing the BoS pushes for; he’s not a fan of the Institute, but the synths themselves haven’t done anything and he doesn’t see any reason why they shouldn’t be viewed as human. Even though he does have a tendency to fall for propaganda and get swept up in military regimes, he's at least smart enough to recognize this kind of rhetoric for what it really is and by this point in his life he's not willing to turn a blind eye to it like he has in the past. He routinely gets in disagreements within the BoS for questioning this rhetoric and ultimately it’s what gets him to defect and target them as an enemy.

Delta: For starters, they’re a synth- it’s obvious if you look at them, and even though they’re known in the communities they trade at, they’re going to get shit from newcomers occasionally. As far as their actions go, they’re sympathetic towards other synths along with ghouls and mutants. They don't typically have issues with others due to their beliefs since most people that are okay with them being a synth also have similar beliefs.

🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

Mercy: She despises people that are abusive towards others, and she can't stand cult-like organizations.

Reed: He hates the elitist attitudes and xenophobic mentalities that tend to pop up in certain faction spaces.

Delta: They can't stand how selfish people are, especially in regards to necessities like food, water, and shelter.

#ask games #thank you!#mercy tag #reed tag #delta tag

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You get a lot of super heavy asks sometimes. I hope it's ok to ask some lighter questions for fun. I don't know why they're all food based. I think I'm just hungry haha.

Do you prefer jelly, jams, preserves, or marmalades? What's your favorite flavor of them?

I tried boysenberry jam the other day and it was...uh...a flavor for sure.

Do you like chunky or creamy peanut butter (if you eat peanut butter)? If you had to choose between a peanut butter and banana sandwich or a fluffernutter (marshmallow fluff and peanut butter for anyone wondering), which would you pick? PB/banana/honey/chia seeds is a personal favorite. I feel very bougie when I eat that lol.

What's your favorite pizza topping? Do you like NY style, thin crust, sicilian, deep dish, or pan pizza? Have you ever tried cauliflower crust pizza? I feel like we should just leave cauliflower alone before it gets a superiority complex. Also, why cauliflower crust? What about broccoli crust? Carrot crust? Parsnip? Potato? (Ooo not gonna lie, a hashbrown crust breakfast pizza could be delicious. Hashbrown crust, sun dried tomato sauce, sunny side up eggs, arugula, maybe some Canadian bacon, some cheddar cheese...I might be on to something here...).

Do you have a good challah bread recipe? Have you ever used challah to make French toast?

Eggs over easy, scrambled, sunny side up, poached, fried, soft boiled, or hard boiled? If scrambled, do you add milk? (I learned recently IHOP adds, of all things, pancake batter to their eggs to make them light and fluffy).

Favorite type of cheese?

Lastly, iced tea, lemonade, or fruit punch?

It depends on the fruit. Lemon curd is incredible, and a good Concord grape jelly (like real jelly not artificial flavor jelly) is really good. I used to always take the orange marmalade jar from the jams and jellies assortment that one of the car companies sent freelancers on the holidays, too. My favorite, though, is my mom's strawberry jam. I haven't had any in like 4 years, bc we don't live close enough to get any, and that makes me sad.

Again, it depends on the usage. For peanut butter cookies, chunky peanut butter. For sandwiches, creamy by preference, but chunky isn't the end of the world. Peanut butter/banana is pretty good but if I want salty/sweet with bananas, I'd prefer to split a banana in half lengthwise and put garlic hummus on it, then pile clover sprouts on that. It's crunchy/sweet/salty/green. Very nice flavor/texture contrast.

I like white pizza with grilled artichoke hearts and baby bella mushrooms. I used to really love ham and pineapple but for obvious reasons I don't eat that anymore. (I love flavor contrasts.)

I used to love thin crust, and it's my mom's favorite, but that doesn't work as well gluten-free. My favorite pizza type is the type I can eat. Except for Chicago deep dish, it's just not my thing.

Cauliflower crust is just fine. The reason for using cauliflower is that it has a very neutral taste and is low-carb and gluten free, which none of the other choices really are, not all 3. Hash browns actually make a really good pie crust for a gluten-free quiche; I make that every so often for dinner.

I have a couple of very average gluten-free challah recipes, and we usually buy ours from New Cascadia, a local bakery. Emet makes challah French toast out of the leftovers every week.

Over easy, soft or hard boiled, scrambled, sunny side up, poached... I just really like eggs. Buttermilk in scrambled eggs is really good, it gives the flavor a certain something. A little sharpness kind of like cheddar cheese does.

Favorite kind of cheese: the kind in my hand and about to be put in my mouth.

Lemonade. Iced tea just tastes like chewing a teabag after all the good tea has been brewed out of it, and the taste of fruit punch is heavily associated with being given fruit punch with aspartame in it as a child, getting migraines and throwing up, and then being told I'm "Being Dramatic" by adults. It tastes of gaslight, nausea and powerlessness. No thanks.

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Where on the east coast are ya about now? Why did ya move? (The tone of that last question was interest and not meant as criticism!) What does "apnourry" mean? Best 4 toppings on a pizza? Through the butterfly effect, do you think an action of yours has caused the death of anyone? Are you fashion conscious enough to walk out of a thrift store with a cute look? What food would you have space aliens try first? Ever help a turtle cross the road? How many hours of sleep do you get on average? Are you cautious about touching doorknobs for fear you might get a little shock? Are you friendly to bees?

I'm gonna try to answer these in order, so wish me luck!! I'm in Virginia, home sweet home. I moved back bc I almost died, I was completely alone out west and homeless and couldn't afford it and there was just so much not working out for me that in order to get ANYTHING fixed I was gonna have to leave it behind. (I'm still devastated and incredibly sad about the move) The url is ap as in ap classes and then nourry which was my ot3 bc I'm 1D af BABEY and I refuse to change it. Pineapple, bacon, jalapeño, black olives are top tier for pizza. I will not take criticism on that. I don't think I've caused anyone's death in any way. I always walk out of a thrift store with a cute look. I also just happen to not care about trends or what anyone thinks of my outfits. They're gonna get spiedies subs. Look them up if you don't know. Never touched a turtle :( on average, maybe 4? Or 5? I'm reckless with touching doorknobs, I don't think I've ever even considered that it could give me a shock. I am so friendly to bees I love them!!!!!!!

#are you writing an article about me #did I pass the test #anon #answered #so many answers all in one big word salad #I will drink some tea now #love ya bunches nosey nelly

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jolvika · 1 year

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5 Ways to Create a Safe Space

I want readers to enjoy everything they view here, want them compelled to engage in the comments or even use some of the tips I share.

I hope they see a bit of themselves in my writing, knowing that they are not alone in the way they think or life.

Most importantly I want readers to see this as a safe space to learn about themselves whether by exploring new topics or ideas, finding inspiration or just doing some late night reading.

“Writing is my safe space. It’s where I can be vulnerable, wild and free. I can express myself in ways I never could face to face”

What is a Safe Space?

Safe space can mean something different for all of us. It can be a place, a forum or even a person, it could be a feeling of inclusion and acceptance amongst our peers, friends and family.

My definition of safe space is a place (physical or online) in which a person feels free to be themselves without bias or hate.

No matter how you define it, we all want to experience a safe space where ever we find ourselves going. It can lead to better discussions, deeper connections and overall a better time for everyone.

If you want your readers to feel comfortable whenever they visit your page, than look no further. Here are some tips on how to create a safe space for everyone…

1) Encourage and Welcome feedback

I don’t know about you, but whenever I read a well written piece I comment and clap. Most times these exact articles that I enjoy, encourages feedback from the reader.

That in itself gives the reader more motivation to really examine what they read as they would be giving their take on it in the end.

If you would love feedback on what you have published, do what I do and simply encourage readers to give their feedback and respond back as well.

Maybe try writing “Please feel free to comment, like and Share” or even asking the reader open ended questions that can lead to opening up the gates on comments, connection and engagement.

These simple acts make the reader feel more included and valued, so why not give it a try!

2) A Pep-talk never hurt nobody

Part of the reason I love writing is because it gives me the opportunity to encourage others, foster curiosity and build a community by the words I put out there into the universe.

By offering some positive encouragement I believe anyone can achieve that and more.

The fact of the matter is there is so much hate and hardness already in the world, so I want this blog to be a place of positivity and motivation for others. Whether you’re feeling down, wanting to change your lifestyle or just read for the heck of it, I hope readers enjoy it here.

When a person is respected and motivated, they feel safe. Just remember kindness goes along way.

3) Be mindful

As readers, it’s also up to us to always be aware when leaving comments or feedback.

Even when offering constructive criticism we can do it with kindness, because at the end of the day we surely would never want to break someone’s spirit. That’s some serious bad karma in my book.

There is a fine line between disagreement and disrespect, staying on the side of disagreeing but being still respectful is always the best step to take. This can be applied to any form of communication really.

Again just be mindful when communicating, be aware of your tone when writing and all shall be fine (at least from my experience).

4) Think it through

We all have those days were an event may not be going how you wanted, or maybe you’re in the middle of an all-out debate online over differing views regarding politics.

Whatever it maybe, these things can effect a person’s mood and in turn that can affect how a person communicates in that given moment.

Take the time and think about what you want your article to be about.

Do you want to inform your readers, give tips on a certain matter or do you want it to be a vent on all what’s wrong with having pineapple on pizza (personally I don’t mind it).

5) Be yourself

Whether you’re running a blog in relation to the tech industry or just a daily diary, be yourself and you would attract the right audience.

By attracting the right audience, you’re able to connect with likeminded individuals and foster a relationship.

When a person finds a community with similar interests or viewpoints, they tend to be more open to subscribing and you as the writer feel more in tune with your readers. That connection is the building block for creating a safe space.

It can be as simple as sharing your view points on a matter close to the heart, linking a favorite book that you think your readers will love or even being more vulnerable with your writing and putting it all out there, as vulnerability fosters closeness

Don’t be afraid to be yourself!

“Having a safe space to imagine and dream and (re)invent yourself is the first step to being happy and successful, whatever road you choose to pursue.”

- Ashley Bryan

Conclusion

At the end of the day we want all social platform to be a safe space.

A space were you feel free to say what’s on our mind and not be afraid of judgment. A space that has warmth and encouragement. A space that keeps both the reader and writer engaged, connected.

I hope the tips seen above is able to help anyone create a safe space. Feel free to share your favorite way of fostering a safe space!

Happy Reading!

#safe space #writing #writers on tumblr #writersociety #words #writerslife #writer aesthetic #communication

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Kang Daniel Returns to Malaysia with a new look to perform his latest songs after 3 years to appreciate fans

KUALA LUMPUR, 15th January 2023 — After his last fan meeting “COLOR ON ME” in 2019, South Korean Star Kang Daniel made a powerful comeback with his first concert “KANGDANIEL CONCERT FIRST PARADE IN MALAYSIA” to reunite with “DANITY” (Kang Daniel fan’s club). With Malaysia being the first stop of his 2023 tour, Kang Daniel was back on stage with a new look. There was also a revamped setlist featuring three songs “Nirvana”, “Ghost” and “Selfish” from his follow-up album “The Story : RETOLD”, released in November last year, to showcase his love for his fans.

He even learned a greeting phrase in Bahasa Malaysia saying, “Apa khabar Malaysia, nama saya KANGDANIEL”, to his fans at the start of his concert. Later, he said it was a fantastic moment for him to finally stand on the Malaysia stage again after 3 years, and expressed his gratitude to “DANITY” for their continued support. When he saw the fans holding up the giant light board with the words “ DANIEL, I love you” in Korean, he dropped a shy smile before responding “I love you too”, sending his fans erupting into cheers and enthusiastic screams.

Furthermore, during his concert, Kang Daniel prepared 10 ‘this or that’ questions for his fans. When asked if he would rather “not have coffee for his entire life” or “eat Hawaiian pizza everyday”, he chose the former and explained in English, “I don’t like pineapple on pizza… pizza alone tastes great and pineapple is also one of the most tasty fruits but if you put them together it just becomes scary!” In another question, he was asked if he would rather be able to speak all foreign languages or have the ability to communicate with animals, Daniel smiled and chose the latter for his cat as he is always curious what it is trying to say. Lastly, he sang “Movie” to end the show. Before leaving the stage, he made a heart sign with his arms and bowed with gratitude to his fans who came to show their support.

Check out more photos from the show here.

#FirstParadeinMY #KangDanielinMY #KangDaniel #강다니엘

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Highlights from Uno Itsuki’s Livestream: “My PC is repaired. I’ll have some small talk after testing.” || Sep 6, 2022

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Summary: “Just when do you wash that pajama you’re always wearing?” “When do you think I wash it? I bet you can’t answer correctly.”

- Lately he’s into fruits. His mother made a fruit tea that is really delicious. It has strawberries, mikan orange and “something else” in it. It’s nice because up until recently he’s always drank things bad for his body like juice or redbull. - He has a match the next day (Sep 7) but since he slept a lot during the day he’s not yet sleepy. - “Be honest. Are you popular?” “Do you think I’m popular? I’ll ask you instead. Do you think I’m popular?” - He said he doesn’t interact with girls much recently so in that sense he’s not popular. - He goes on to say his laughter is weird and his voice gets yabai when he gets excited about something. His sneeze is also strange (According to him.) - “Please try sneezing.” "THAT’S SUCH A DIFFICULT REQUEST!” - He takes off his glasses. “I really don’t see a thing when I take my glasses off.” He sometimes uses contacts but lately he’s been using his glasses. - Someone asked him if he’s doing any other training other than learning how to be a manager and he says he does internships and such as well, but doesn’t think about job search that much. - His friend Rose asked him: “My rank in Valorant doesn’t get higher, what should I do?” His answer; “Let’s get it higher. Let’s play for around 100 more times. It’ll probably get higher if you play it 24 hours a day. 50 matches a day.” Rose: “It was my bad asking.” “Lol, that’s right.” - He said he might stream his cooking if he ever lives alone one day but because of reasons he can’t put a camera in his family home’s kitchen, so it would be difficult to do that now. - He doesn’t prepare the food for dogs everyday (so I’m guessing the task is divided between him and Mama Uno usually.) - He doesn’t hate the taste of onions but doesn’t like the texture of it. - He doesn’t like boiled food much either. - He says he can eat more things now compared to in the past. He likes spinach now. Shrimp etc. too. But he’s not a big fan of croquettes. - He likes pineapple pizza. Someone in the comments tell him that Shoma once answered an interview and said NO to Pineapple Pizza. “Ha?! What’s wrong with Pineapple Pizza!” - He likes Strawberry Pasta. He goes on to talk about it for 5 minutes. Someone asks him to do a food report on it, he does it.

- He gets very offended that people aren’t immediately like “Whoa, that sounds so delicious.” but instead the comments are like “Ehhh..” - “You made me want to try it for a second there.” “JUST FOR A SECOND? Keep wanting to try it!!” - Someone comments that his skin is really nice and that they’re jealous of it. He says rather than him taking care of it, his mother is the reason. - He doesn’t really put on lotion everyday (but it’s a secret). He washes his face and such however. - “I do think I should be doing more skin care...” Then in a small voice, “...but it’s so troublesome.” - “Just when do you wash that pajama you’re always wearing?” “I’ll return that question back to you. When do you think I wash it? I bet you can’t answer correctly.” - The answer is... (drumroll) He has around 5 or 6 of them. - He wears a different one every day. But he wears it 90% of the time, even as he goes out to convenience store or a walk with the dogs. Because it’s very comfortable and he doesn’t leave the house much. - He only changes into other clothes around once a week. - Someone asked if Shoma ever wore it too and he answered yeah, obviously. - Another comment mentioned Shoma getting a lot of Gelato Pique pajamas as gifts from fans. - Itsuki really loves the name of Gelato Pique, thinks it’s a really cool name. He says he likes a brand with a good name. He likes Gelato Pique too but he doesn’t own one of his own. He does sometimes think about buying one. - Someone suggested he should just borrow from Shoma. “He would definitely lend it to me if I asked to borrow from him.” - He did wear Shoma’s pajamas in the past but then got into Colantotte’s shirts. - He says the dogs steal the clothes when you’re changing. - Someone asked if they had plans to marry the puppies. - Itsuki said they don’t have any plans of such because they’d worry if the girls ended up giving birth. - Baron isn’t castrated. - He can’t remember all the names of the siblings of the dogs because there is too many of them and he’s not that good at remembering things to begin with. - Lately he’s listening to Spotify because someone in his discord links to songs. - He was currently listening to “Blessing.” He also likes Aizawa Ema’s “Shinseikatsu”. “It calms my heart” - He says they didnt have any plans when they started keeping dogs, they just got them when they felt like they wanted to keep them. At first they had only one, then two was the limit, then three, then four. - “I saw Toro and I wanted to keep her. Because she was docile but also cute.” - “Shoma picked Emma.” - They asked him when the baby pup will arrive (Pam, one of the newborn nieces of Toro which Shoma helped name. She will stay with them for a while.) - He said he didnt know if it’s ok for him to say, and that he’s afraid a bit. But he said it’ll be soon and that he’ll put it in the video when she arrives.

#Uno Itsuki #Uno12 translation #shomagravitytranslations #2022 September #2022 translations #itsuki's pajamas #shoma's pajamas #toro #emma #colantotte #who wants to try strawberry pasta #be passionate about something the way itsuki is passionate about strawberry pasta #at one point he said he's bad at reading kanji

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