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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.

The hormones don’t help either.

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.

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You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.

Ah, right. Jamie.

Your boyfriend.

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.

Shit.

You call him back and he answers on the first ring.

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

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Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

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It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.

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rosepinksky · 22 hours

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Pay For My Time (pt. 7)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OFC

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: cunnilingus, PIV sex (all consensual!)

word count: 2.5k

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Despite my penchant for drunken late nights, I had always been one to wake with the sun. It had been my undoing in university; never able to sleep past 6am in the summer despite all the money I’d poured into heavy-duty blackout curtains. Countless days spent nursing coffee after coffee just to clear the thick fog of exhaustion in my brain, but sleep still never coming despite hours spent curled up trying to nap in the afternoon.

So it was foreign, the sensation of utter comfort this morning, my muscles so relaxed as I curled up under the duvet and into the chest of this man. He was just barely stirring too, gaze softened without the burden of cognisance hitting him yet.

I offered him a small smile, nudging my cheek against his shoulder. It was returned, and a slow, lingering kiss pressed to my forehead through the fabric of his mask. It wasn’t until Simon pulled back that he let out a soft chuckle, my smile falling as a frown pulled at my brows.

“What?”

He dragged the pad of his thumb over the corner of my lips, and I could see the skin stained with a faded red.

“Your makeup, sweet thing. Didn’t take it off last night.”

I groaned, rolling onto my back to grab blindly at the pack of cheap makeup wipes on the bedside table. I dragged one across my cheek, stubborn particles of glitter scraping at my skin.

“Here, let me.” He murmured, taking the wipe and swiping at across my lips far more gently than I had. His expression turned serious with concentration, and I really couldn’t help but smile at his dedication to the mundane task. There was something domestic about it, something so bizarrely intimate yet it didn’t make me want to bolt out of the room away from it quite yet.

Seemingly satisfied, he let the wipe drop onto the sheets, but kept his hand brushing against my skin. His hand drifted lower, thumb dipping beneath the neckline of the soft cotton tee. His other arm shifted from underneath the pillow, squeezing lightly at my waist.

I inhaled, gaze dropping to his lips, the mask still tucked up over the bridge of his nose. He smirked, almost imperceptibly, as his hands curled tighter around my middle, pulling me in against his body.

“Now, pet…I do remember you being fucking difficult last night.” His voice was gentle, almost eerily so. “I’m almost in two minds about making you feel good right now.”

I bit the inside of my lip, my willingness to sass back at him almost zero right now.

“I was…drunk. And pissed off about being left high and dry. I’m sorry.”

That seemed to do the trick, because almost immediately he was tugging me into the centre of the mattress underneath him, knocking my legs apart with his knees.

“At least you’ve some humility.” He chuckled, leaning down to nip at the exposed skin of my stomach where the shirt had ridden up. “…God, ‘s not like I could turn you down right now anyway. Look too fucking tempting.”

I gasped, back arching up off of the mattress as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin once more.

“Mmph, don’t tease, I- I can’t-“

My weak attempt at pleading was swiftly cut off by another low chuckle.

“It’s okay, princess. Not gonna make you wait, not this time.” He murmured as his lips dipped lower, fingers abandoning my waist in favour of crushing the flesh of my thighs in his grip. He took in a long, greedy exhale of my bare core, lips slick with saliva as he pressed them against the tender skin.

“God, can’t wait to taste you again…you smell fucking divine.”

He wasted no time in diving in, lapping at the slick of my pussy like he’d gone without water for days. A strangled moan was torn from my throat, my fingers clutching tightly at the short curls on his scalp. I felt him twitch a little as my nails bit into his skin, but it seemed to only spur him on further as he pushed his tongue inside of me.

“Fuck, Simon, don’t stop, that feels good-“ I gasped, my breath starting to visibly pick up. I pressed my hips further down towards him, legs twitching and begging to clamp down over his ears. He kept me still, though, those strong hands rubbing small circles into the space behind my knees as he pushed them down into the mattress.

The vibration of his moan against my clit had me almost folding over in half, a sharp breath filling my lungs with ice as my eyes flew open. I met his gaze- his dark, starving gaze- and wanted to cum on the spot. He never let up on his ministrations as he held eye contact with me, just slipping a hand under my ass to grope at it as his tongue worked me closer and closer to oblivion.

I tried to speak, but all that escaped my lips was a pitiful whine, the shocks from my pussy down my legs forcing me to curl up my toes and scrunch my eyes shut. I tried to beg him to keep going, to not break his rhythm, but I found myself utterly unable to speak. It didn’t seem to matter, though, because he didn’t falter, just licking and sucking and drooling over my pussy like he needed it to survive.

I felt my arms moving up of their own accord, tweaking and tugging at my nipples, and I could just barely feel his lips quirk up in an approving smile as the added stimulation drove me closer to the edge.

When I came, it wasn’t with a dignified muffled moan as it often was when I worked myself alone. It was with a breathless, almost pained cry, the sharp end of my nails pressing so hard into my tits I swore the skin almost broke. Simon didn’t pull away immediately; in fact, it felt like he pushed himself closer, lapping up the wetness from between my thighs like a sinner kneeling before the communion cup.

I collapsed back down against the mattress. I couldn’t do anything except stare at the ceiling, vision hazy as I listened to both of our laboured breaths in the quiet room.

It took a few moments for him to drag himself back up over me, into my field of view. His lips held a lazy smirk as he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear, the flush just faintly visible over his jaw making my own cheeks warm even further.

“…Please fuck me.” I whispered.

Silence hung between us for a second, and I wondered what was going through his mind.

Hesitance? Guilt? Reluctance?

I got my answer when his smirk widened into a grin, and he crashed his lips against mine.

Ghost and I had kissed before. I’d tasted the faint residue of tobacco on his lips, the spearmint toothpaste he used, as his tongue pressed into mine with an urgency akin to an addict pushing down the first hit of their drug.

But not Simon. No, in this moment, I realised I’d never kissed Simon. His lips felt different, the way he cupped my jaw and pressed his weight into me. It felt new, and genuine, and vulnerable.

I realised at the same moment, that this was his first time kissing Lucy, too.

No more Violet. No more calculated persona, no rehearsed responses to his touch. Just a man and a woman indulging sinfully and religiously in each other.

I didn’t notice that he’d pulled his boxers off. I felt him press his cock against me, and moaned against his lips, brows creasing together in desperate anticipation.

He kissed me harder as he pushed himself into me, the sharp sting of the stretch mollified by his sweet tongue. He paused, drawing back to gaze down at me, eyes asking the silent question.

I nodded without a second of hesitation.

He groaned at his first rock into me, fisting the bedsheets beside my head.

“Shit, Luce, you feel better than fucking heroin.”

If I’d been anywhere other than my current state of bliss, I would’ve made a snarky remark about neither of us knowing what the hell heroin felt like. Hopefully.

“More.” I rasped, pulling him closer to me by the nape of his neck. “Please, Si, give me more.”

He growled in response, bullying his cock into me faster and harder. I cried out, nipples pressed into his chest and sending delicious little flutters through my core at the sensation. I pushed my hips up, trying to meet his thrusts, and his breath stuttered at the action.

“Fuck, god, need to have you on top of me. Need to see your face.”

I nodded, even though I was mostly incoherent. Not entirely aware of what I’d agreed to, I let him flip us over so that I was settled above him as he lay with his head sinking into the pillow. I steadied myself with a hand splayed on his chest, panting as I stared down at him.

I began to move with a tentative rock of my hips. The response was immediate, Simon biting his lip as his head pressed further back into the soft material behind him. I grew in confidence as I found my angle, bouncing up and down on him and letting my head loll back as the mind-numbing pleasure took over my senses once again.

He groaned, the sound deep and rough and intoxicating, his hands flying up to my hips to help support my weight as I rode him within an inch of my life.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, sweet girl. Make yourself cum. Make me cum. Ride that fucking dick.” He panted, his grip tightening as he started to manoeuvre me up and down himself, setting a pace I couldn’t quite keep up with.

I let my head fall forward, meeting his eyes with a wordless plea on my lips. He let out a moan at my expression, hips snapping upwards into mine at such a rate I could feel my diaphragm catching.

“Gonna fucking cum. Gonna fucking cum inside you, come on girl, cum around me. Need to see that face.”

I had no defences left. I broke like a dam around him, every muscle in my body contracting as I let myself climax around his cock. He groaned, the sound strained and utterly animal, and I swore my orgasm doubled the second I felt his cum spurt in fucking ropes against my insides.

Neither of us moved for a long moment, aside from his hand sliding up along my back to support me. I drew in deep, rapid breaths, just staring down at him as he lay underneath me.

He seemed to do the same. Neither of us spoke, just a silent understanding that that was different.

Not fucking. Not hooking up. Making love.

I jumped to my feet, knees buckling the second I put weight on them. His arms immediately shot out to steady me, but I brushed him away as I found balance with my hand against the wall.

“You, uh…you want some coffee?” I asked, cringing internally at how stupid it sounded.

He stared at me for a long moment.

“…You should probably shower. I can handle breakfast.”

Too cock-dumb to argue and too sleep-deprived to know better, I nodded, the thought of warm water over my already pliant muscles a prospect too tempting to resist.

I grabbed a towel and a fresh pair of pyjamas without another word, waiting until I heard the click of the bathroom door to let out a breath.

I stared at one crack in the porcelain tiles as I showered.

Don’t do this, Lucy. You’ve been here before.

…But Simon wasn’t him. Simon wasn’t basking me in adoration and gifts and dates. He was accepting of the fuck-buddy relationship, maybe pushing the boundary a smidge with the morning-after sex, but this wasn’t commitment. This was pure, primal sexual attraction, and it’s not as if he would even want a relationship given the nature of his job.

Oh, dear god, his job.

There was no way he didn’t see my reaction to the reveal last night. The thought, the thought of him absolutely decimating some band of criminals without so much as a crack in his demeanour had set every nerve inside of me ablaze.

Would he be soaked in blood? I thought. Would he come home to me, still in his dirty uniform, and take out all of that pent-up aggression on my pussy?

…Jesus, I needed to go back to therapy.

I shut off the water, towel drying my hair and tugging on a random top and pair of joggers. I padded through towards the kitchen, pausing only when I heard that familiar baritone echo through the hallway.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m aware, MacTavish. No, she’s not interfering. She’s a fucking stripper, it’s not as if I’m ring shopping.”

I would’ve been lying if I’d said I hated to eavesdrop.

“…Yeah, she’s hot. She’s also not a serious thing, so back off.”

I chose that moment to step into the kitchen, tugging at the knots in my wet hair as he stood in the corner on his phone. I smirked.

“You gonna let me say hi to your friend?”

Simon’s expression dropped. I could vaguely hear a voice shouting down the other end of the phone, but he hung up the call almost immediately after seeing me appear.

“…Stupid friend. Ignore him.”

I chuckled, brushing past him to pop a pod into the coffee maker.

“Seems like he was pretty clued in about me. Feels a little unfair that I don’t get to know about him.”

Simon bristled.

“Don’t wanna share you.”

Ah. Now that piqued my interest.

“Jealous boy, hmm? Don’t want MacTavish touching what’s yours?”

In an instant, his hands were on me, caging me against the countertop.

“I know you’re a whore.” He breathed, his tone dangerous. “I can’t stop you from sleeping with every sleaze that ticks your boxes at the club. But you will not sleep with my teammates.”

I tipped my chin up, meeting his gaze defiantly. “So rude of you to call me a whore.”

He smirked, fingers trailing along my jaw. “Didn’t seem to mind it when I was making you cum.”

I held eye contact for a long moment, a mixture of amusement and annoyance swimming in my expression. “I like your cheek a whole lot less when I’m level-headed.”

He chuckles, dipping down to press a kiss to my lips. “And I like you a lot more when you’re sober.”

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yoursecrett · 2 years

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“Do I make you nervous?”

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You had caught Peter’s attention, you always saw Peter as shy and clumsy, but turns out there is whole another side to him, that is just waiting for the right moment to appear... safe to say you liked it.

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You were always the first one up when it came to the Avengers, no matter what time you went sleep you always woke up at 6am, this was usually how your morning went... wake up 6am, get ready for the day, train in the gym, make breakfast and then practice more... a very interesting life.

“49,50″ You mutter to yourself before standing up stretching your back before bending down grabbing your water, you were cut from your thoughts when you heard a bang from outside the room... your eyes falling onto Peter who was pretending to look out the window.

“Peter” You say catching his attention, Peter was one of the quiet Avengers compared to you anyways, you always noticed his eyes on you, no matter what you were doing he was always there and watching, he would laugh at everything you say, offer to join you on missions.

You and Peter were the same age, at first you thought he just wanted to stick by you due to that, wanting to stay as your friend, but as months past you began to realise he had began liking you more than a friend, it all started off when he would blush and begin stuttering whenever you would joke with him or touch his arm, to showing up with your favourite coffee.

“Hi Y/n” He says stumbling into the room tripping over the yoga mat, managing to catch himself, you couldn't help but laugh at his clumsiness.

“You are up early” You say sipping your water “Y-Yeah I ended up falling asleep rather early last night and well you know I love an early morning feel as though I can get a lot done” He begins rambling before stopping himself.

“A lot done, you seem busy, what do you have planned today?” you question raising your eyebrows slightly, you could see slight panic on his face on his face “t-training, um” He began stuttering once again not managing to come up with anything.

“Just stalking planned today” You say a smirk taking over your lips, you saw Peter turn read before looking away “I - I wasn’t stalking, I was just walking past and tripped” He says quickly, you nod “Fair enough, well you are always welcome to join me training, I am going to do some yoga so grab a mat” He nods grabbing a mat placing it besides you, copying your moves.

You stopped watching him struggle to keep his balance, you laugh softly walking behind him grabbing his arms softly “It is better to keep your arms straight, to stay up longer keep your mind on your arms” you say running your fingers down his arm, you felt his body tense you look up making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Are you concentrating your arms” You question he nods, you could see his mind filled with thoughts “You know Peter, I can read minds” You say raising your eyes, you could his face drop with realisation “I have seen all your thoughts since the moment you joined, you should really to keep them guarded, you wouldn't want others to know your thoughts would you” You mutter to him, keeping your hands on his.

He shakes his head, you smile innocently “Good job with your arms, now focus on tightening your stomach more” You say placing one hand on his stomach and one on his back “you see around here you need to tighten it, you are tensing it by doing that you will just end up hurting yourself”

You were shocked by how fast Peter moved away “Are you okay” you question confused, he nods acting clueless “Yes I need a drink that is all” He says running his fingers through his hair, you smile softly “Here have some of mine” You hand him your bottle as he takes a drink muttering a thank you before going back to his mat placing the bottle in between us.

“Can you help me stretch my legs” You question before you can even think, he is stood in front of you sending you a quick “sure”, you smile lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder, his eyebrows raising up at you “Now just walk back slowly” You say as he begins moving back “Now back forward” he moves forward not once taking his eyes off yours.

“Do I make you nervous Peter” You question hearing him chuckle in response, grabbing your leg placing it down carefully, before grabbing your other leg placing onto the shoulder repeating the same actions as before.

You couldn’t lie and say you didn't find Peter attractive, you thought it was rather cute how shy and clumsy he was. “You okay Y/n” He questions looking at your shocked expression of him grabbing your leg, you nod swallowing nervously.

“You know I think my um my legs are stretched out now” You beginning to pull your leg down, only for Peter to grab it once again keeping it in place, keeping his tight grip around it, you couldn't help but chuckle, a slight blush taking over your cheeks “Am I making you nervous Y/n” Peter switches your question onto you.

You actually felt intimated by him, you had never seen this side to Peter before.

“you not going to answer my question” He speaks up again breaking you out of your thoughts, there was no way you were allowing the Peter Parker to make you nervous “You finally gaining a little confidence huh, oh Peter I must say it has taken me by surprise, you want to kiss me Peter” You say moving closer to his face, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips, you had right back under your control... or well you thought you did.

You were taken by surprise when you back hit the mirror behind you, Peter placing his hand between your head to make sure you head didn’t smack into the mirror, his eyes flickered up to yours, smirk taking over his face as he chuckled “You have spent months teasing Y/n, from the light touches, sweet words and the constant stares, you have been waiting for this, waiting to get me right were you wanted me, but it seems as though I have gotten you right were I wanted you wanted you” He mutters his free hand pushing your hair from your face.

You couldn’t think straight, how could you... so instead of thinking you just acted slamming your lips onto Peters... You both had been waiting for this moment and the moment your lips touched it felt like heaven, you were starving for one another, now you both had finally gotten what you wanted you both weren't letting it go.

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A little Peter Parker story - hope you enjoy :))

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker x reader #tom holland #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x oc #the avengers

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youredreamingofroo · 2 months

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a bit of a message talking about inactivity and my possible hiatus. I dont know if this counts as a cw but i talk about depression here and there at the beginning (nothing graphic) and as usual, its a rant

im gonna be straight honest rn, i'm probably not gonna be active on tumblr for these next few days, ive been super up and down depressed and im just unmotivated and too tired to do anything, im still gonna check in here and there but dont expect me to reblog or reply to many posts, if at all. This could mark the beginning of a hiatus, but with mood swings and up and down depression, i could be back, active as ever tomorrow. Ever since ive uninstalled Sims 4, i did feel a weight lift off my shoulders, but simultaneously made me depressed due to the lack of... well... doing something, i dont... really know how to put it into words, its just something in my brain that i just cant explain, i guess a good way to put it is playing sims 4 gave me the motivation to stem off into other mediums, blender for example, gave me something to do, something to learn, and while i can still use blender, i just get progressively slower and slower at doing stuff in it because of my limited resources, some scenes i want to do require specific outfits and i dont have the facilities to make those outfits... i mean i probably do but i just dont feel motivated to do all that. I still play other games, ive been playing a lot of slime rancher 2 and have been trying to branch out to other games (indie games and bigger games), I want to post gameplay but if youve seen me rant about tumblr before, one of my biggest gripes is just how fucking annoying it is to upload images, so i just get completely unmotivated to post images/gameplay especially if its just some silly post. if uh if anyone is still reading this, ill be honest, i havent even been motivated to write about WAS at all, probably havent touched the planning doc in about 2 weeks. This... 'spiral'... has been noticeable for me for the last week as my sleep schedule gets swapped around from sleeping at night and awake during the day... to sleeping during the day and awake at night, this is all my fault, but its also just something that happens rotationally for me, i go from sleeping VERY early in the evening (6PM at the earliest) and waking at VERY early times in the morning (4AM at the latest) to sleeping VERY late in the morning (6AM at the earliest) and waking up late in the evening (3PM at the latest), i dont really know what causes the shift, but it happens, and i often blame myself for it even though i dont know what causes it...

anyways sorry, this will probably mark a very iffy hiatus, like i said ill be active but not... super active, i didnt check tumblr at all yesterday/monday, so thats kind of the pattern to expect from me depending on the day. In the meantime... i might try to get back into older sims games, ive mentioned this before, but i do have sims 1 on my laptop so maybe ill post stupid little gameplay posts from there (granted i havent played in like... a month 😐). I'll probably put up a poll after this post for people to vote on which sims game i should play- i KNOW i did it once before but im probably gonna do it again cuz i cant find the post and i have over 1000 posts 😭

if you read thus far, thank you for sticking around, if your a random person who read this for no reason... thanks? if your a follower of mine and cant understand where im coming from with this lengthy post, see yourself out or deal with it 🙃 otherwise, thank you all and i will be lurking about

#yapping

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hbyrde36 · 11 months

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Steddie Week Day 2!

A little less late than day 1

Read part 1 here

Thank God we didn't peak in High School - Part 2

Prompt: Bittersweet

Eddie can’t believe he let Robin drag him out tonight. The bar was fine and he didn’t even mind the fact that they were hanging out with their co-workers. They might all still be hung up on high school style drama but most of them were nice to Eddie now. Friendly even. It’s almost like they didn’t remember how they had treated him just years before. He certainly didn’t trust any of them, but he was happy enough to drink a beer near them as long as no one was being a dick.

Most of the store was here tonight in support of one of their managers whose band was playing a set. They were actually pretty good. The only reason Eddie didn’t want to come tonight was because he was scheduled to open the next morning. That meant getting to the store at 6am which was a challenge for him on a good day, let alone hung over. There was absolutely no other reason he had tried to get out of it. No sir.

“Eddie, you’ve got that look on your face again!” Robin chastised, elbowing him in the ribs.

“What look?!”

“The kicked puppy one, you know the one!”

“Jesus Christ Buckley, I do not. I'm fine! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie grumbled.

“Dude, you haven't looked away from them once since we got here.”

Eddie groaned “I’m not looking at them!” He absolutely was.“Besides, I couldn’t care less if Steve is here with Nancy fucking Wheeler. She’s his girlfriend, of course she’d be here. I’m telling you, It's fine. I'm fine.”

“So, you won’t be upset if I remind you that they’re engaged now so technically she’s his fiance now?”

Eddie let his head drop to the table with a little thump. “Nope, totally thrilled for them. Thank you for reminding me” He said, deadpan.

“I thought you liked Nancy?”

He spoke with his face still pressed to the sticky tabletop “I do, that’s the worst part. She was always nice to me and she’s smart and she’s so pretty. Goddamnit.”

“Oh shit, speak of the devil. Get your face up, she’s coming over here!!”

He shot up straight. “What, why?!” Eddie said, panicking.

“I have no idea…Oh hi Nance!”

Nancy approached their table cautiously “Hey Robin, Eddie. It’s good to see you guys, it's been a while since I came along to after work drinks.”

Eddie just nodded, letting Robin do the talking for him.

“Yea, same. I mean it’s good to see you too.” Robin replied.

They both sort of expect her to walk off after that. When she doesn’t and it starts to feel a little awkward, Robin jumps in again.

“So what’s up? Are you and Steve having fun?”

Nancy’s smile wavers a bit before she answers. “Well, it’s a little uncomfortable to tell you the truth. We actually broke up on the way here tonight. I tried to go home but he insisted we still come to support Jonathan. Which is…. kind of ironic.”

Robin and Eddie share a confused look and he can’t help but ask the question. “What do you mean, Nancy?”

“Well, the reason we broke up…I broke up with him… because I hooked up with Jonathan the other night. We haven't been happy for a while. Not that I'm making excuses or anything and I'm not proud of myself but he can’t be surprised that something like this would happen.”

Eddie was dumbfounded, for so many reasons. Weren’t they engaged? Why did she say yes if they were unhappy? How could she do this to Steve, didn’t she know what she had?

“No offense Nance but why are you telling us all of this?” Robin asked, and god wasn’t that the million dollar question. Eddie was so grateful for her lack of social skills.

Nancy’s cheeks turned a little pink with embarrassment, but she answered anyway. “He talks about you guys a lot, especially you, Eddie. Seems like you’ve been good friends to him and I thought someone should know what was going on. Steve’s not good at talking about things or asking for help. He’s more of a suffering in silence type.”

All three of them looked in Steve’s direction at that. It wasn’t subtle but thankfully his attention was otherwise occupied. Some of the guys had taken over the space Nancy had vacated. They were buying Steve shots and he was throwing them back like there was no tomorrow. Yikes. So not a good idea.

“I’ve gotta go, my Uber is outside. See you two around!” Nancy said abruptly before making a beeline for the door.

“Did she really just drop that on us and then leave?” Eddie squawked.

“Yes, yes she did.” Robin said, equally shell shocked.

“I take it back. She might be pretty but she most definitely is not smart OR nice. I think I hate her now.”

“I think you should go over there. He needs to know someone is on his side.” Robin suggested.

“He doesn’t want me over there Robin. Look, he’s got Tommy H. They were besties back in the day, I'm sure he’s fine.”

“Eddie, I know you weren't back in town yet when it happened but surely you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Steve and Tommy had some kind of falling out. I don’t know what happened but they both came into work the next day with black eyes and they haven't spoken since.

“Why is he letting Hagan buy him shots then?”

“Look at his eyes, Eddie. I don’t think he’s very coherent right now”

Robin was right, Steve definitely looked a little out of it right now. “Jesus. Okay fine, I guess I'm going over there to rescue him. Shit.”

“Oooh you’ll be like his knight in shining armor.” Robin said, waggling her eyebrows.

“Fuck off Buckley, he’s my friend.”

“Love you too Munson!”

Eddie was nervous approaching the table. He wasn’t sure how his presence would be received. He didn’t care about the others though, if Steve wanted him there that was good enough for him.

“Mind if I join you, fellas?” Eddie asked, not waiting for an answer before sliding into the open seat next to Steve.

“Not at all buddy, you want a shot?” Tommy said, the buddy sounding more than a little condescending. Prick.

“No, I'm good.” Eddie answered before turning his attention to Steve.

“How ya doing there, Stevie?” He kept his voice low in hopes that the other boys wouldn’t hear him over the hum of the bar.

Steve met his gaze and Eddie knew right away that he was gone. Full blackout.

Still, he smiled widely at Eddie as he slurred. “Hey man, when did you get here?”

Eddie smiled back, couldn’t help it. “Just a minute ago. Listen, I was getting ready to head out of here and I thought maybe you could use a ride?”

“Yea, I'd like that. S’pose to open tomorrow with you.”

“I remember. Come on big boy, van’s right outside.”

Neither of them paid any attention to the loud objections from Tommy and the other guys. Eddie made sure Steve had his wallet and phone and they were out the door with a little wave at Robin. If he kept a hand on Steve’s lower back all the way to the car, there was no one around to see it. He just wanted to be close in case he tripped or something, that’s all.

Steve had never been in his van and Eddie was feeling more than a little self conscious about it. The thing was a pig sty. Had he known he was gonna have company he would have cleaned it up a bit, or at least gotten the trash out of it. He was sort of thankful that Steve was unlikely to remember this, what with his current state of inebriation.

It took about 15 minutes to get to Steve’s house from the bar. Eddie knew where to go without having to ask, his friend still lived in the same house he always had. He wondered if Steve’s parents would be home, he never talked about them directly but Eddie got the feeling they weren’t around much these days, if ever.

They didn’t talk on the drive. Eddie looked over every couple of minutes to see if Steve had fallen asleep in the quiet dark of the car but each time he was just staring out the window. It wasn’t until he pulled into the driveway that Eddie realized Steve's car must be back at the bar. Not that it mattered, the guy was in no condition to drive but it still might pose a problem for him in the morning. He also wasn’t entirely sure Steve could get into the house without help.

“We’re here.” Eddie said softly. Steve finally turned away from the window to look at him. His eyes were so beautiful in the low light, Eddie couldn’t help but stare.

Steve, for his part, also seemed to be staring at Eddie but it wasn’t his eyes that had the other boy's attention. It was his mouth. Steve was staring at Eddie’s lips.

Eddie gulped, heart pounding. It wasn’t the time for this. Steve just had his heart stomped on and he was far too drunk to be making healthy decisions. Eddie had to break the silence before it was too late.

“Did you need help getting inside? Or…um… a ride in the morning? I know we left your car back at the bar so…”

Steve didn’t answer but swayed forward, his face just inches from Eddie’s. It took every ounce of willpower in his body not to cross that gap and even more to back away from the other boy. He itched to know what it would feel like to have Steve’s lips on his own, but not like this.

Steve seemed to realize what he had been about to do and his face paled. He scrambled out of the car mumbling thanks to Eddie for the ride and disappeared into the giant house, all in the blink of an eye.

Eddie’s drive home was a blur. He was on autopilot, unable to stop thinking about everything that had just happened. Steve Harrington, his crush, the boy he’d been half in love with for years, had tried to kiss him. Granted he was drunk as hell at the time but it still meant that he WANTED to kiss Eddie, on some level, right?

In the past, this bit of information would have been all he needed to pursue the guy but now it was bittersweet. Sure, now he had confirmation, of sorts, that Steve might be into him too. But if they tried to start something now, Eddie might wind up nothing more than a rebound for Steve and he wasn’t sure his heart could take that.

@steddie-week

ao3 link to series

#steddie week 2023 #steddie week #steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #fanfic #steddie modern au #ao3 link

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suyacho · 5 months

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hi lovelies, i know ive been in and out of here and im really sorry for that🫶🥹 just wanted to make a little post addressing some things going on, not on tumblr bc idk wtf is going on (if theres something going on) ive barely been on dash or didn’t scroll past more than 5 posts before closing it again because im busy. let me put it under readmore bc i’ll probably ramble🥹

anyways hi!! as i stated before i think, i started a new school and i started working, busy life!! now work has me exhausted, both mentally & physically, so i haven’t been on here much not have time nor motivation to write too much which i’m really sorry for, especially considering i promised. i love writing, i really do but i feel like the spark is gone, maybe it’s because i’ve been non stop writing smut (with occasionally fluff here n there) over the past few months? or scrap that maybe even since last kinktober because i didnt finish that on time either🥹 (this is probably why the sparks gone) don’t get me wrong, i love writing smut but when it’s so much it just makes me feel like eh not another smut fic and especially after work i can’t find the energy to write porn, like i’d love me itto all oiled up in bed but writing it?? (LMAO SORYRRHHR) it’s just idk🥹 i guess i feel guilty for posting a kinktober but never even finishing it or giving you guys shitty fics when i owe you guys nothing and this is just supposed to be a fun little thingie, but i wanna give back to you guys with the handful of people who have supported me all the way, from the start or even over a year, i appreciate it sm and want to give back to you guys🫶 i hope you all know i greatly appreciate it so thank you and i’m sorry.

on that note thank god i put a readmore bc i knew id ramble and this post isnt even about writing mainly LAMSOAOSOS

but anyways work yes!! i work 4 days a week which might not seem like much bc i know there are people who work way more but hey, im exhausted and that is valid regardless. i dont like my job which is ok, i picked it myself and know the consequences but the environment also drains me mentally, won’t get into that though!!

and onto school <3 i fucking love my school, my class, everything, i wish it was more than one day a week. but with school and the holidays coming around, it also means something. it means that i slowly gotta make a big choice that will impact my student life after this and will decide if ill be let into the bachelors im going for or not. which means that i really gotta start taking it seriously and work more on my portfolio, which now obviously will be my main focus, leading back to the writing but ill say that in the end!!

mentally i’m not ok, which is ok. we all have our ups and downs but lately it’s been feeling like a lots of downs, a lot of things play a role in that but i won’t be going into detail about that. i’ll be okay one day, i’m still alive and have a roof above my head Alhamdulillah.

all those things together mean one thing, i’ll be uploading less!! (which i’ve barely been doing anyways LMAO) to the two people that expected stuff, sorry </3, to the others i disappointed, i’m sorry </3

i’ll also be less active, or maybe just not at all for a bit but just know that i’ll definitely come back when things have settled down, hopefully with more motivation and more fics <3 life’s moving forward and so am i bit by bit.

i guess this is quite the dramatic way to announce a hiatus but hey it’s 6am and i barely slept and just rambled to my little space <3 but once again, thank you guys for the support and understanding. i just wanted to make a post so you guys know what to expect and all :)

thank you and have a good day/night!

#snow; sighs

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Five nights

Pairing: nightguard! Eddie munson x animatronic! reader x animatronic! Steve harrington

Mentions: animatronics, fnaf, angst, good ending

Uhhhhhh I was on my crack head bullshit when I thought of this

It’s kinda long but like it’s also kinda good

Eddie wished he could say he was excited to work at the only pizzeria in town but in all honesty he was scared shirtless he’d head about the weird happenings that went on in the run down pizzeria. He shoved all that anxiety down though because the pay was just to good for him to pussy out now.

When he entered the dingy office he already got the feeling of something or someone watching him. He brushed it off as the phone began ringing, he took a deep breath before pressing the speaker button “hello! Wow you made it!” He got heebeejeebies from how gruff this man sounded over the phone “just to warn you the animatronics do get a bit, restless, at night” restless? Shouldn’t they be in power down mode? He thought before shaking his head and continuing to explore the small office picking up a tablet that showed feed from a few different cameras “anyway that should be it” before Eddie could say anything the line went dead “shit” he cursed running his fingers through his hair “hopefully he didn’t say anything to important” he mumbled.

The night was slow, there were a few creaks and groans but he just chalked it up to it just being an old building. Until he heard something, it was faint but he could swear he heard what sounded like a lullaby followed by a soft voice saying “go back to sleep it’s been a long day” come from one of the cameras he was quick to pick up the tablets clicking through each feed trying to find out who was speaking and where the music was coming from.

Then he landed on you, he would’ve mistaken you for human if not for the speaker on your chest and the doll like joints that sat where your elbows and knees would be. He screamed when your eyes looked up towards the camera like you could see him “shh” you said putting a finger to your lips before manipulating the camera to show one of the main stage animatronics missing from their spot. “Shit shit shit” he whispered hastily as he checked the cameras finally finding the animatronic known as Robin in the left hallway closest to the office. “Jesus that’s so fucking creepy” he mumbles shakily in regards to how human she looks. Then he heard it again the same lullaby followed by the soft voice saying “cmon Robin aren’t you sleepy? Let’s go back to sleep.” He watched in surprise as Robin turned and started walking back towards the main stage.

“Who are you” he questioned through the cameras microphone once he was sure Robin was back in her place “I’m a babysitter, part of a duo” a duo? Then who- it was like someone was reading his thoughts as another animatronic stepped into view. He was missing an eye and was covered in rust or maybe dried blood though he couldn’t really tell. “This is Steve, though the kids used to call him Stevie” a look of what he thought was sadness crossed over you and Steve’s features, though he wasn’t sure how that was possible because last time he checked robots don’t have emotions.

Before he could ask anything else 6am had rolled around and the day guard was there to take over his shift. Before he left he checked the cameras one last time only to see you and Steve missing like you two weren’t even there in the first place.

The second night was a bit more hectic even during the phone call the animatronics were already moving around. He was quick to slam the safety doors just barely avoiding Jonathan or Robin entering the office from both sides. “Are you there” he asked through the camera where you were last night “you returned” he heard your soft voice say as you came into view “can you please help me” he pleaded as he quickly shut the door on Jonathan “of course” you replied then he heard it the familiar lullaby followed by your soft voice saying “you not your not suppose to be up Jonathan aren’t you sleepy? what would Will think? Why don’t you go back to your stage” he felt instant relief as Jonathan turned and began walking back down the hallway.

“So what did you use to do” he asked as he kept his eyes on Billy’s cove getting a terrible feeling in his gut. “I used to play lullabies for the babies” you have a soft smile on your face as spoke about it “I was specially made to be soft and warm to simulate a mothers embrace” you turn your head to look at someone off camera, he guesses it’s Steve by the way your smile widens “did you know Steve and I used to do a magic show” Eddie’s quickly shut the door in Robins face but continued listening to your story “I had a special compartment in my hand that when a little kid would step up I would act like I found candy from behind their ear” you took a seat keeping your gaze on the camera as Steve came into view “Steve was also able to serve icecream” he smiled at the way you gently took Steve’s in yours “the kids loved us” then your expression darkens “but then something bad happened”

Before he could question you further he heard what sounded like heavy boots running down the hallway to his left “Quick” you cried “he’s coming!” He was quick to slam the door falling back in fear when there were three loud bands followed by a gruff man’s voice saying “LET ME IN” before hearing the heavy footsteps receding back down the hall. “Jesus Christ” he panted as he shakily picked him self up off the floor “who was that” he asked you “that was Billy, he’s always angry, even my lullabies don’t work on him” he shuddered and took a deep breath “he even broke poor Steve’s eye” you frown as you caress under where Steve’s eye once was. The rest of the night was spent listening to your different lullabies and wondering about the bad thing that happened until 6am rolled around.

The next couple of nights went pretty much the same, avoid Billy’s wrath, make sure Jonathan, Robin and Nancy don’t get in and listen to your comforting lullabies that seemed to soothe the other animatronics as well as him. Then something weird happened your lullaby became distorted and slow, it seemed to cause the animatronics to become erratic. Robin and Jonathan were quicker, Billy was stronger, and Nancy was crazed. He had begged you to stop for you to snap out of knowing if you didn’t he could kiss his ass goodbye. It wasn’t until Steve spoke up by saying “come back to us sunshine” in a raspy voice that you finally snapped out of it turning off your demented lullaby “Eddie I- I did it again didn’t I” before he could say anything the camera feed went dead and he didn’t hear from you for the rest of the night.

It was his final night and he refused to leave without answers, he was gonna hunt you down if he had to but it didn’t seem he had to go far because there you sat in his office “s-sweetheart” he questioned walking towards you slowly, you turned your head towards him “hi Eddie” wow you looked even more human up close minus a few wires poking out and the speaker on your chest. He took a seat across from you eyes studying your features “it’s time you know what happened that day” you mumble “it was like every other day Steve and I were putting a magic show on” he nodded along while keeping an eye on the cameras.

Steve had made his way into the office taking a seat beside you as you continued your story “for some reason I had a database of all the kids names, I remember them even now, there was Will, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, El, and Max” when you said the last name you squeezed your eyes shut. “Max volunteered for the magic trick, I was gonna make candy appear and then” you almost sounded choked up “everything went dark, and when I came to the kids were screaming, and- and there was blood on my hands and Max, poor little Max, so much blood” Eddie swallowed thickly but kept quiet “after that Steve and I got put into storage deemed to dangerous to keep performing” if you could cry you would’ve been already “I would never hurt the kids, he made me do it” your voice cracked as Steve tried to comfort you “I never meant to hurt her, you have to believe me” Eddie just stood up and sat beside you rubbing your back gently “I believe you sweetheart”

When 6am rolled around Eddie played it as cool as possible as he started to walk out of the pizzeria like their weren’t two stolen animatronics sitting in the back of his van “bud see ya” he called out to the day guard who only because him a grunt. He rushes out to his van peeling out of the parking lot. When he was sure he was far enough away he looked back at you and Steve who were watching the passing scenery with what he could guess was child like wonder.

“Where should we go to first” he asks when he reaches a stop light “we’ve never seen the outside of the pizzeria before so please surprise us” your soft voice murmured as you made your eye up to the front while Steve continued looking out the window. “Thank you Eddie” you smile as you lean over to press a light kiss to the metal heads cheek “for what sweetheart” he says with a blush on his cheeks “for freeing us” you take his hand gently giving it a squeeze “anything to keep you two by my side” Eddie coos before speeding down the road not knowing what the future holds.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington my beloved #steddie stranger things #steddie x reader #steddie

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ghostie-luther · 4 days

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Okay jurassic Park was my all time favourite series as a child (and is still a huge hyperfixation), but as a child JP3 was my all time favourite for some reason. But carrying on;

Headcanon that after 8 and a half weeks spent on isla sorna, after he was rescued, Eric Kirby turned into a total adrenaline junkie.

Of course, nothing compares to the feeling of running away from velociraptors, spinos, rexes, but he does his best to replicate the feeling.

Adrenaline can keep you alive even when your body is on the brink of exhaustion. How many times had Eric had to start running when out on a supply run? Or if he was asleep and the slightest noise made him wake up, afraid that there was a dinosaur outside trying to get in? Add sleep deprivation onto malnutrition, and adrenaline is a pretty handy friend to have.

In my hc, when he was finally home safe, he was more afraid of the absence of adrenaline than having it. So he started to do things to make his heart race. He picked fights, climbed the highest trees he could find, jumped out of his window in the middle of the night and raced through the streets, pretending there was a pack of velociraptors after him, (which worked a little too well, and an early worker found him crouched behind a dumpster at 6am having a PTSD attack). Even petty theft once, to have the security guard chase him. (Never again, his mom started crying. But he was desperate).

Anyway, Billy who was still in contact with the kirbys, heard all about it. His solution? Rock climbing. Base jumping. Bungee jumping. Anything, you name it. And when Eric is feeling a bit too ansty in the middle of the night, Billy will be there with his motorcycle, to take him on a joyride. It normally helps when Billy practically flies down residential streets. Eric argued that yeah, motorways are good in theory, but there are less things to dodge, which Billy just nodded to while thinking 'fuck this Kid needs a new therapist'.

(When Eric turns sixteen, Billy will buy him a dirt bike. And Amanda and Paul will drop to their knees in anguish, because that look in their sons eyes is downright devious).

#eric kirby #jurassic park #jurassic park 3 #billy brenan #headcanons #god i love the original jp series #erik kirby #since people like to spell his name wrong in tags

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foster-the-world · 1 year

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Japan

Japan was great for 9 out of 12 days. Such an amazing place. So much stuff the kids love. The highlight was def staying at my friends farmstay. She makes the most amazing food all from local sources. Brought home two bags of rice that her French husband farms. So delicious. We saw so much in such a short period of time. I think we had a good mixture of kid things and culture sights. On our fourth shrine Rebel said "not this place, again" HA HA! The girls are great and trying new foods. They were easy peasy on the 14hr + flights. Japanese often use Onsen - traditional hot springs that are split by sex and don't allow swimsuits. Wasn't sure how the girls would feel about it but they loved it. They called them naked pools. :)

Unluckily, we dealt with two illnesses and one lost purse. On Day 1 rebel threw up while we were waiting for the elevator to go out. Then spent the whole day in the room throwing up every teaspoon of water she would drink. I was getting nervous knowing we don't speak the language and wouldn't know the system for calling in an emergency. I talked to an American doctor - via the blueberry pediatrics system. They obviously couldn't prescribe anything in Japan but she calmed my fears. With nursing school I know just enough to worry about a few emergency situations that involve throwing up bile. As she wasn't in stomach pain I knew it was probably just gastroenteritis but felt better having a doctor tell me. The hotel found an English speaking ped. Total bill for visit and meds = $50. If were Japanese it would have been roughly $10. Immediately after taking meds she started getting better/keeping things down. Four days later my poor Mom came down with the same thing. Once again a different hotel helped us find a doctor. None could speak English so I used google translate. No way my mom could have left being near a bathroom and they wouldn't give her meds unless she came in. So I pretended I was the sick one. In more bad luck for my poor mom, the day before she left her purse on the bullet train. It had all forms of ID including her passport. This is incredibly unlike her. She is by far the most responsible person I know. Its much more something i would do. She was a nervous wreck. She's starting chemo two days after we get back so was worried about getting stuck, etc. Luckily, the Japanese are the most honest people on the planet - and someone turned it in. Thank God. She felt so horrible about it. Anyway, all things that are risks of traveling. I'm glad they were in the beginning/middle of the trip. By the time we left it felt like a million years ago. I'm also so glad my Mom came. So lucky to have a mom who is so helpful and always up for an adventure. At 70 its pretty impressive.

Jet lag coming back has been bad for me. Girls are fine after one night of waking up at 4am. They fall asleep a little earlier and are up around 6am - which is not bad.

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dragonballnewstar · 7 months

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Putting you to work again,

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

For everybody 👀 (Am I trying to get to know your little guys? Yes. Yes I am.)

((asjkhj you're FINE! I love talking about them anyway!))

Boba

Healthy sleep schedule! She sleeps from 10pm - 6:30am

Boba is a perfectionist and deals with the different mentors in Conton. But she once got tongue-tied and called Turles "Tarble" once. He didn't notice, but she knew...

Why certain evils still exist.

Dakkori

As an angel, she doesn't sleep.

What is "shame"? Everything she does is calculated for a result. Though, she has caused plenty of embarrassment for her assigned God of Destruction trainee.

Genuine empathy. Dakkori doesn't understand emotions like regular people. She emotes, but it's all for show.

Kali

Depends on the day! Anywhere from 11pm to 9am or 2am to 7am. The hours vary!

She had super big ears as a kid. She's grown into them, but her baby photos are awful.

Future Trunk's timeline and the sequence of events.

Spencer

Sleep is difficult.. He'll probably knock out at 3am and wake up at 6am, but there may be days in between where he doesn't get sleep.

He's not as skilled as his twin sister in fighting.

Algebra

Sabal

Similar to Boba, but midnight to 7am.

Calling her ex at 1am thinking it would be a good decision

Currency conversions from planets to timelines.

Ampa

She's more active at night! So her sleep is more around 3pm to 8pm.

The fact that she is extremely ki sensitive and will salivate for those who have high ki levels (like Broly for example).

Why people like baths so much

#ooc: my asks!#ooc: ask meme!#this was a fun braik teaser!

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jovalencia · 10 months

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good morning ladies it is 6am and I spent the entire night awake and I’ll explain why under the cut bc I am gonna vent abt my health issues again and I’m gonna talk about vomit and all my stomach and eating issues as of late so just be aware of that. and this is all like a massive tmi but none of you are real so it’s okay

okay yeah so basically last night I had avocado toast for dinner which I’ve never had before and it was really good and that’s actually not relevant I just wanted to tell you guys. also not relevant but I was listening to tower of nero while I did that and I can’t believe how much I actually care about this series now. the lester effect I guess I’ll talk about that in a post once I finish the series

anyways I was still hungry after the toast so I ate some leftover gas station jojos from the day before and you’re probably like “carmen ofc you felt sick again last night you ate fucking gas station jojos” and yeah maybe I did and it’s not exactly the smartest decision but I also ate them two desperate times the day before so idk why this time would be any different since it hasn’t even been 2 days since I bought them. but yeah halfway though eating those (and watching my ethanimale video🫶) I started to not feel great so I was like fuck it I’ll go to bed. and I was sooooo excited to go to bed bc I was exhausted and since I’m home alone I was (tmi) gonna sleep naked bc I’ve never slept naked and it sounds fun as hell. and I’m sure it would have been if my stomach wasn’t doing backflips the whole time and despite the fact that I Just Fuckig Ate I was very noticeably hungry. I tried to fall asleep and ended up just doing that half in and out of consciousness thing that was going on last time I was sick like this. without the hallucination stress nightmares this time. except every time my stomach did a flip big enough to wake me up, I did in fact have to go to the bathroom to shit. and guys this is gross but I truly have no idea how I was able to shit so much like i took at least five full sized shits and I’m not even constipated or anything like WHERE did it all come from. every time I got up I was legit flabbergasted. anyways. I ate half a fig bar to try and get some more food in my system and finally put on some clothes and did what I know always helps when I’m sick: lay on the living room couch.

side note shoutout to my sister for insisting hat this couch was so soft and comfy that we Needed to buy it and the matching chair despite the fact that we didn’t need new living room furniture. we absolutely did and she’s the mvp of my life for that.

so yeah I was finally able to get some sleep out here on the couch and I still wasn’t feeling Great but I was able to actually sleep which is a testament to the power of this couch. and it was fine I was waking up to piss like eve Rey half hour big I’ve been driving a lot of water since it’s the only thing I can stomach and I was getting up to shit every half hour before so what does it matter. and it was all fine I could handle this until I needed to wake up for work (whether I’m going idk) but then I won’t up and I was like “yeah I’m definitely gonna throw up” so I threw up. and like here’s where it’s weird. like first of all it was a Lot of water considering how much I’ve been pissing out every 30 minutes for the whole night. second of all I threw up carrots which I haven’t had since wednesday night and god could they possibly still be in my stomach considering how much shitting I’ve done this morning. very weird.

but yeah I feel a bit better now and I tried to call my mom but she’s off the grid on a camping trip (boooooo👎) so I texted her instead and it said it went through so hopefully she gets back to me on that. I’m gonna scroll through some posts then try and get back to sleep bc despite how hungry I am right now my persistent lack of appetite is striking again and i don’t think if actually be able to eat anything right now. god bless.

#my mom’s prob gonna text me back and tell me to drink a gatorade but I don’t WANT gatorate. EW.#carmen.txt

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someone-give-me-a-hug · 11 months

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update timeeee

Ello there guvnor! tis I! Huzzah!

Yeah i dont know what that was either. hello hello! much better. it has been a little longer than expected to update but i wanted to wait until after my exams finished to give you a reply!

first of all, i think I've only ever had a tomato once. my grandma gave me one and i felt too bad to say no after absolutely hating it. But hey maybe I’ll try it again! Beans however? well i could live off of beans on toast, which granted aren’t the beans you are probably on about but omg maybe its that British in me but beans on toast is an absolute banger of a meal (and was the first thing to come to mind after Bean Crock, which we eat in the winter, another classic).

To answer your very valid question about the number of exams i had, it was 21. 21 exams :) In all fairness exams sorted out my sleep schedule like a charm. i decided to get up at 6am everyday i had an exam so i could have breakfast and revise the content. which then meant i went to bed earlier (around 23:00) and slept like a log the whole night! the longest exam was 2 hours and 30 minutes. and let me tell you, i made a big fat mistake; i decided to take my friends advice and go through the paper backwards. what an oopsie that was. I ended up forgetting that the outside world even existed during that exam, it felt like lifetime! but honestly, oh well too late to change it now.

We had a BAV (Beliefs and values) exam (3 actually, catholic christianity, judaism and then philosphy and ethic) becuase it’s required to learn. we needed to use a source of wisdom and authority in most answers and the one i mustve used a hundred times was ‘Love thy neighbour’. I’m also pretty sure I made a few up but hey ho it’s done now.

It’s officially the summer holidays and school doesn’t start again until September so I’ve got so much time on my hands I have no clue what I’m gonna do! when I go back though I’m doing my Level 3 certifications (A-levels) in history, English lit and philosophy and ethics!

on the note of wildlife, there are so many birds in my garden it’s insane. I’m starting to think they’re building an army to come hunt me down and peck out my brains. although i doubt they eat brains, maybe I’ll have to stuff my pockets with seeds as a sacrifice. Also i had to search up what a bull moose was but oh good heavens THEY ARE HUGE!? I swear i’d literally cosplay Jesus and ascend to heaven if i saw one of them. I love the fact that you get to see wildlife, it’s so cool! I once got chased by a flock of geese and that was scary enough. I think geese talk to each other because they always seem to stare me down. Now listen, I may have a seriously moody resting face but come on! I just want to go about my day and here I am getting glared at by the most viscous bird ever. unfair if you ask me.

Oh oh oh! about the tumble drier situation, I have been known to lack common sense at times. For example, when i start a task and don’t plan ahead. Imagine I’m baking something and as I wash up i haven't got out a tea- towel to dry my stuff. i will freeze like a moose in headlights (see what i did there? eheh funny). It’s like i have no issue remembering what the emergency quota act did during the red scare in USA history yet if something is missing or new my brain just grows legs and goes on holiday.

In the words of my grandmother, if brains were made of dynamite i wouldn’t have enough to blow my cap off.

Random thought I had the other day to finish off: the saying ‘Hold you horses’ comes from literally slowing down a horse. like ‘stop, slow down’ ‘Hold your horses!’. it has taken me an unbelievably long time to realise that. like what else was ti meant to mean?! I’m literally as thick as a plank of wood sometimes.

Anyway, I hope you are well! I hope everything is good and that you’re good!

Love ya! Little sib!

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