#hey goose ya big
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Hey Goob you big stud!
#this is the funniest thing I’ve ever done#top gun#top gun maverick#tom cruise#top gun cosplay#nick goose bradshaw#talk to me goose#hey goose ya big#husky#Siberian husky#Halloween#top gun Halloween#dog Halloween#halloween costumes
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: established relationship, Eddie is an emotionally constipated lil guy who's scared of his own feelings, adorable nervous energy, so much fluff its gross
AN: BRUV i wrote this in about a half hour ago and now its up and i BARELY edited this so please be gentle! I love you guys, have the best weekend!
I can’t fucking say it.
Eddie has been pacing back and forth in his room for the past 45 fucking minutes.
He’s tried saying it looking in the mirror, looking at his feet, hell, he even tried staring out the fucking window.
Nothing.
He can think it—that’s the easy part. Those three little words play in his head like a god damned broken record.
When he’s not around you, he’s thinking it. When he’s just left you, or on his way to you, he can feel it on the tip of his tongue.
Oh, but when he’s with you? It’s like a big flashing neon fucking sign buzzing in his brain:
EDDIE MUNSON LOVES HIS GIRL.
It should be easy, no? To look you into your dreamy eyes and tell you.
Let’s try this again.
Eddie bounced back and forth on each foot, shaking the nerves from his hands. “C’mon, Munson. Don’t be a chicken shit…”
He let out a few quick breaths. “Okay, okay…”
Eddie’s brain is screaming at him. Telling him to say the fucking words he’s been thinking and feeling for the past 4 months.
Really the past 3 years he’s knowns you, but that’s neither here nor there.
He feels out of breath just sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“I can’t fucking say it, holy hell.” Eddie scrubs his face, feeling like a complete coward.
Always running from what scares him.
He heard the door of the trailer open, and the familiar chime of your keychain follow.
“Eds? I’m back! and I got you a surprise!”
Whatever nerves he was feeling vanished. You’re the most calming presence Eddie’s ever met. Like…a warm blanket. A cup of tea on a rainy day. Lover's lake, right as the sun was starting to rise.
Magical. Healing. Golden.
You were everything to him, and he couldn’t even fucking tell you.
“Babe?” You called again, looking for him.
“Y-Yeah! Yeah, in here, sweetheart.” He stands quickly. Drying his sweaty palms on his pants.
You round the corner into his room, and Eddie swears you get more beautiful every time he sees you. You smile at him, “Hey, handsome.”
“There’s my pretty girl.” He says without a second thought. “You and Buckley have fun at the mall?”
Eddie pulls you into him completely, and you melt. He’s so sturdy and strong but so, so gentle with you. You inhale him, he inhales you.
Home.
“I did, Robin keeps me from flying too close to the sun,” you laugh. “I did, however, get you a little something.”
Eddie pulls back, looking at you. “What? Why?”
You’re beaming up at him, “‘Cause I love you, ya silly goose.” You bend down, and grab the bag at your feet. “Here, opening it!”
Eddie doesn’t even have time to process how easily you’d say it.
You’ve never once pressured him—never made a big thing about saying it. It came with no strings when you said it the first time.
You’d spent the day with him, doing nothing particularly important. These were Eddie’s favorite. It’s just him and his girl, no sharing you with Robin or Dustin or any of those other gremlins.
You had an early shift the next day, so you kissed him goodbye, and grabbed your bag. Eddie kissed you once for every step you took toward the door.
“Baby, nooooo,” he whined. “I’ll let you sleep, sweetheart. No funny business, scouts honor.”
You laughed, “Oh, you were Boy Scout?”
Eddie shifted his feet, “I could’ve been.”
You kissed him deeply at the front door, “I’ll be back before you know it."
“Fine, fine,” he said dramatically. “I’ll just be here…alone…wallowing in my sorrows.” Eddie flopped back and fell backwards over the couch.
Your giggle echoed off the walls of the trailer. “I love you! I’ll see you in the morning!”
The door shut behind you, and Eddie shot up like a rocket, and stiff as a board.
You love him.
You said you loved him.
And he didn’t say it back.
It’s haunted him since.
Eddie took the bag from your hands, and pulled you gently to follow him. You sat down together on the edge of his bed.
You spoke to him as he opened it, “Okay, if you don’t like them, just be nice because it took me 40 minutes to decide between two sets and this one spoke to me and I wanted—“
“Honey, honey.” Eddie chuckled. “Take a breath. Whatever it is, it’s perfect." He tapped your nose gently, "‘Cause it’s from you.”
Eddie unwrapped the tissue paper, revealing a black acrylic case. He removed the lid, and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Holy shit, baby.”
Inside the case, was a brand new set of black onyx and ruby red DND dice.
“You like ‘em? Robin almost left me in the store because I just couldn’t decide—“
Eddie put the dice down quickly, grabbed your cheek, and kissed you tenderly.
He brought his other hand to your face as well, cupping it gently as his mouth moved over yours
When he was done with your mouth, Eddie kissed your nose, your cheeks, your eyes, your chin, any part of you he deemed not smothered in affection enough.
His lips had barely left your skin before he spoke, “I love you. God, I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Your smile—it could light up the whole town.
“Y-Yeah?” You asked hopefully, “You do?”
Eddie nodded, his hair tickling you cheeks. “I really, really do, baby. I love you. Thank you for thinking of me. For taking the time to do something that I never woulda done for myself. Thank you for just…” Eddie sighed, kissing your forehead. “Just for being mine. Christ, I’m so lucky.”
It wasn't about the gift.
Eddie had it all when he had you, and now he's going to make sure you know it.
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hello! I’m a big fan of your jackass fanfics and I have a request. What if Knoxville and reader just had a baby (reader is in the jackass crew) and they bring the baby on set and surprise the boys??? Sorry if this is too long 😭😭 anyways love ya bye 😘🫶🏽
Baby on Board
Y/N and Johnny bring their son on set one day, not realizing what chaos may erupt!
Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader
(Fluff)
820 Words
Warnings: None! :)
An: Thank you for the request!! Your request was not too long at all and I really enjoy long requests in general! ;) Anyways, as a warning I have been around very few babies in my life besides in passing, much less responsible for one, so I hope this is all accurate to real baby behavior! As a side note I’d like to thank you all for getting me to 100 followers! This probably deserves it’s own post but I just want to say that I’m so happy so many people enjoy what I write! I would love to do some sort of special or unique fic to come rate, so please send me any and all requests! :)
“So…that’s your baby?” Steve peered curiously at the little human in Johnny’s arms. He chuckled a little, “Well, it’s more Y/ baby. She did all the work- I just made a deposit at the bank.” It was a slow day on set, so you and your husband decided to bring in your new baby to meet the guys. You didn’t really know what to expect, but you were pleasantly surprised as your son reached out a little hand to Steve and his eyes went wide. It was no mystery that he hated babies in general, on account of their propensity for being doorstops that shit and cried, but for some reason this was different. Johnny noticed his reaction and cracked a smile, “If you want, you could hold’em.”
He nodded but didn’t really seem to know what to do after Johnny handed him over, just sort of holding your baby like this precious, fragile thing in his arms. It was sweet, in a way. While he was busy marveling, a production assistant came up and tapped Johnny on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear before trying to hurriedly usher him and you away to something or other that needed to be attended to on set. Johnny quickly turned to Steve as he walked away, “Hey, we’ll be back in five! Think y’could watch him?” There really wasn’t any way he could say no. “Uh, sure, I guess…?” Of course, that was the exact moment your son pooed all over him.
Maybe he wasn’t wrong about babies being doorstops that shat. Though he still looked calm, Steve’s eyes had a trace of panic behind them as he nervously looked around for someone on set to hand your son off to while he went to the bathroom to clean the stuff dripping off of his arm. The first person he found was maybe the only worse person to give a baby to- Ryan. He handed off that drooling little bundle of joy to him in the blink of an eye as he rushed away, “Hey, dude- just hold onto this for a sec.”
He knew even less what to do with the thing, holding the baby at an arm’s length while he kicked his little legs and giggled. Ryan eyed it with suspicion, unsure of what to do next. Steve was long gone, and he didn’t know when he’d be back, so in a moment of quick thinking, he did the only rational thing- handing it off to someone else. Effectively, this baby was being passed around like a fat little babbling football.
Johnny squinted, eyeing him up and down with suspicion at the absence of your son, “Steve, where’s the kid?” He dried the water that dripped off of his recently washed hands on his camo shorts. He sighed and said like there was nothing wrong with it, “I gave him to Ry ‘cause he shat all over me.” Of all people to trust with your baby, you just had to pick Steve-O. You rubbed the space between your eyebrows in frustration, “It’s a baby. It’s gonna shit!”
And so the wild goose chase began. The two of you eventually found the man you were looking for leaning against the side of one of the makeup trailers, beer in hand. “Ryan! Where the hell’s my kid?” Johnny was getting exasperated at this point, as were you. Ryan shrugged nonchalantly, “Gave it to some production assistant lady- Y’know, the one with the hair.” You fell slack jawed and started to wonder if any of these men had been around a child before, much less responsible for one. He sipped his beer “What? It had ‘poopies’. I don’t do ‘poopies’.” Blinking in disbelief, you furrowed your brow, “Okay- okay. Do you have any idea where the woman is?” “Yeah! She’s here all the time- see her every day.” Really narrows it down. Frustrated, you turned to Johnny, “I can’t believe we trusted him with your idiot friends!- no offense, Ryan.” Ever unconcerned, he shrugged, “Hey, none taken.”
After a few panic-inducing minutes of rushing about on set and stumbling into dressing rooms people may or may not have been in (sorry, Bam), you eventually tracked down the aforementioned production assistant. It was Johnny actually who found her, tucked away in some quiet room on set with your son (who had a miraculously clean diaper)- and someone else. In all your time as a mother, you never saw a baby more captivated with anyone than he was with Chris, pawing at his long hair with tiny hands and giggling while he made silly noises to entertain him. “Pbbtt! Goo goo goo! A- pbbtt!”
Johnny cracked a smile and waved you over to look at the sight. God, it was heartwarming. Relieved, you softly awed and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, “Well, I do think we’ve found our new babysitter.”
#jackass#bam margera#johnny knoxville#steve o#chris pontius#jackass fanfiction#jackass fanfic#fluff#jackass x reader#johnny knoxville x reader
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VINNY! CONGRATS ON 500! 🎉🎉
Could I request for both Iceman and Bradley snow/their first snow/ white Christmas?
- Much Love from the Fandom F.A.K! 🩵🎉
heeey mal!! thank you for celebrating with me!!🥰
|| dreams do come true ||
i'm dreaming of a white christmas
One thing Bradley missed from his childhood was the wonder of Christmas. The innocence of waking up to seeing the cookies gone and the milk drank. Even after the death of his father, Carole did her best to make sure Bradley had the Christmas he deserved.
One thing she did was tell him that when snow fell in the winter, is was Goose letting them know he was with them and was sending it so Bradley could still build a snowman with his daddy.
Of course, as Bradley got older he grew out of Santa and he knew that snow wasn't really sent from his dad. But he still liked to think it was.
And when he finally mustered up the courage to go back to Virginia, he made sure to visit his parents grave. It had been too long and he wanted you to meet them - even if it was just talking to air.
So, on Christmas Day, you and Bradley left the AirBnB and went to the cemetary.
As you sat and talked, having a "Christmas picnic" with his parents, snow started to flurry down.
You couldn't help but giggle, looking up at the sky with a big grin.
But Bradley was taking you in, watching the snow collect on your hair as you smiled.
He finally followed your lead and looked at the sky, muttering softly to himself.
"Hey Dad, hey Mom..."
thank you again for celebrating with me mal! i hope you like it! love ya! (i know i said it would be tomorrow buuuut i thought i would give you a surprise today)
you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!
#vinny's moodboard multiverse#vinny creates#500 follower celebration#moodboard celebration#top gun maverick#bradley rooster bradshaw#dreams do come true#dakotakazansky <33#sarahsmi13s
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(no I'm not waiting for the real morning-)
HAPPY WHOLESOME SONIC AND TAILS WEDNESDAY!!!!!
@skimmingmilk got me curious about AoStH so I started watching it, and yes Sonic & Tails in it are ADORABLE 🥹
I also loved the little "Sonic Sez/Says" at the end of every episode, and seeing Sonic correct Tails' faulty 4-year-old spelling gave me an idea so I drew it and then wrote a fic to go with it.
Enjoy!!
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"Tails, that's not how you spell 'telephone.' It's 'p-h-o-n-e,' not 'f-o-n-e.'"
5-year-old Tails stared at his older brother in bewilderment as Sonic took the pencil from him and wrote out the proper spelling beside Tails' attempt. "What? That doesn't make sense."
"Nothing in English makes sense," Sonic replied without missing a beat, his eyes still fixed on the paper as he set the pencil down. "But it somehow works. I figure it's better not to question it."
Tails frowned at the words on the paper. Sonic's handwriting wasn't neat, but it was more legible than Tails' big, spaced-out letters.
"Sonic?"
"Yep?"
"Did you ever go to school?"
Sonic shifted his gaze to meet his little brother's. "For a little bit, yeah," he answered, turning to wander back over to the tree stump he'd been sitting on before Tails had asked him to read the list of words he'd written out.
"Is that where you learned to read and write?"
"That was the start." Sonic flashed him a little smirk. "I figured the rest out myself."
Tails blinked. "How?"
"I dunno how to explain it," his brother protested, waving his arms a little. "I said words. I saw words. I put two and two together. And now I can do it."
The fox glanced back at the paper, comparing his writing to Sonic's. "So how come 'p' sounds one way, and 'h' sounds another way, but when you put them together they sound like 'f'? Why don't people just use the letter that already does that sound?"
Sonic groaned and leaned backwards over the tree stump, sounding frustrated. "I dunno what to tell ya, kid. I didn't invent these stupid spelling rules."
Tails sighed. With all the amazing things he'd seen Sonic do, between destroying robots and beating a middle-aged mad genius over and over again, he kept having to remind himself that his older brother didn't know everything. Sonic was . . . 13. That seemed so much older to him, but . . . he supposed that wasn't that old, compared to how long Mobians normally lived.
Still lying backwards over the tree stump, Sonic stretched his arm up and held out his hand against the sky, like he was trying to touch the clouds. "'Kay, kiddo, pop quiz. Let's see how stupid English really is. What's the plural of goose?"
"That's easy. Geese."
Sonic turned his head away a little, but failed to hide a mischievous smile. "Good. What's the plural of moose?"
Tails hesitated. He hadn't actually thought of that before, and this felt like a trap.
". . . Meese?"
Sonic snickered. "Nope. It's just 'moose.'"
There was a moment of silence, then an exclaimed "What?!" from Tails. Sonic immediately rolled over and started laughing.
"I told you English is stupid!"
The little fox started grumbling quietly to himself, something about wishing he'd been alive when English had been invented, then buried his face into one of his tails and let out a muffled scream of frustration.
"Hey, hey, take a chill pill, lil bro." Sonic sat up and faced him, still grinning. "It's not a big deal. You'll figure this out."
"I can see it all perfect in my head," Tails complained, lifting his head a little. "Why can't I just make what's in my head be on paper and be real?"
Sonic gave him finger guns. "That'd be an awesome invention. Do it."
Tails shot him a look, but his brother continued to smile back unwaveringly.
He took a deep breath, risking another critical glance at the words on the paper. "You know what, you're right. I'll figure it out. Can I just take a break?"
"Sounds good to me!" Sonic flipped to his feet (because why would he get up the normal way?) and strolled over to him. "I coulda sworn I saw a chili dog stand in the last town we ran through. Let's go grab a few."
"I'm sure I would've noticed that. You were probably hallucinating." Tails jumped up and hovered in the air, ready for Sonic to take off at his trademark speed. "Do we even have enough rings for that?"
"Of course we do." Sonic blasted off running back down the highway, and Tails followed close behind.
"I thought you spent almost half of them on a picture frame at the other place."
"Please, that was just a hundred."
"Why do we even need a frame? It's not like we have a camera."
"Maybe I'll buy one of those next. Sentiments, Tails, sentiments."
"Since when were you a sentimental guy?"
"Shut up, Tails."
BONUS: the drawing I made of this (before writing it and remembering they were homeless and outside 🤣)
Also, both this and last week's fic are now posted on Wattpad! I'll leave the link to it here :) more fics and art to come!
#happy wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#art#miles tails prower#sonic and tails#theyre brothers your honor#sonic and tails fic#fic#sonic and tails are brothers#unbreakable bond#aosth#adventures of sonic the hedgehog#sonic teaches tails to spell#btw the Sonic Says lessons are actually super good#i missed slapstick honestly lol#but no tails and sonic are precious 🥹🥹#it's 1 am#I've waited five days for this I'm not waiting till the real morning to post this#sonic and tails Wednesday#wholesome fluff#brothers fluff#the rings part was inspired by my own playing of Sonic Unleashed and spending 50 rings on a picture frame#idk maybe I'm just new to using rings as currency but it seemed weirdly expensive#anyway i think this is my favorite holiday#sibling things#sibling banter
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Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-Mᴀɴ : Aᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ Sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-Vᴇʀsᴇ (2023) - Pᴀʀᴛ 1
A collection of random lines compiled from the Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)
Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved.
❝ Is the song over? ❞
❝ Will you adopt me? ❞
❝ I don't feel grown up. ❞
❝ God, I need a raise. ❞
❝ You hit me with a bagel! ❞
❝ I've hit a lot of different villains with a lot of different food! ❞
❝ Do you speak Italian? ❞
❝ I am basically an adult! ❞
❝ You don't even have a driver's license! ❞
❝ We saved the multiverse! ❞
❝ I'm telling ya, I can feel it. ❞
❝ Okay. Knock yourself out. ❞
❝ I'm going to rob your face! ❞
❝ Just breathe. We got you. ❞
❝ Great. Is this your goose? ❞
❝ I don't know how to fix this. ❞
❝ I'm from another dimension. ❞
❝ Everything's gonna be okay. ❞
❝ You leave... everybody leaves. ❞
❝ I've leveled up my whole thing! ❞
❝ I can hear you being quiet, ___. ❞
❝ Oh, wow. Is this curry powder? ❞
❝ This should be simple enough. ❞
❝ I just saved a bunch of people! ❞
❝ For you, it's just a Tuesday night. ❞
❝ I'm not your guy/girl in the chair. ❞
❝ I think they look great, I dunno. ❞
❝ Sir, please! Just let me rob you! ❞
❝ This job is so dumb sometimes! ❞
❝ Okay, let's do this one last time. ❞
❝ Is this... that... dangerous mask? ❞
❝ Did you order the cake for tonight? ❞
❝ We're talking about it, aren't we? ❞
❝ He/She's really corny. But so hot! ❞
❝ Having a story at all seems gross. ❞
❝ He/She... kicked his/her own butt. ❞
❝ How's the manhunt for me going? ❞
❝ You don't look like a good guy/girl! ❞
❝ Branding was never my strong suit.❞
❝ Let's do things differently this time. ❞
❝ Hey, where'd the goose come from? ❞
❝ Maybe he/she didn't have a choice. ❞
❝ We'll say I'm a scientist. I was. I am! ❞
❝ I'm going to put my head in that hole. ❞
❝ Can't have your cake and eat it, too. ❞
❝ Unless you bake two cakes! ❞
❝ Uh... I don't wanna argue about this. ❞
❝ Alright, no politics at the dinner table. ❞
❝ I didn't wanna hurt him/her. But I did. ❞
❝ Well... why are you saying it like that? ❞
❝ I thought I knew the rest, but...I didn't. ❞
❝ How long have you been lying to me? ❞
❝ I really would've come to see you sooner. ❞
❝ Who laughs in the middle of a fight? ❞
❝ You think you know the rest. You don't. ❞
❝ What? How many of these did you take? ❞
❝ Hey, don't try to wow me with big words. ❞
❝ We're gonna need all the help we can get. ❞
❝ I'm just trying to lighten the mood, y'know...? ❞
❝ So, you want me to handle this one, or...? ❞
❝ I don't think I want this costume anymore. ❞
❝ Yeah, I don't know what any of that means. ❞
❝ Well, screaming their name usually works. ❞
❝ You're just gonna have to shut up and trust- ❞
❝ That's your story! Now, just stick to the script. ❞
❝ Ohh, I'll take the mic. No more mics for you. ❞
❝ Yeah, I'm smiling like it's a joke, but it's true. ❞
❝ What cursed world have you brought me to? ❞
❝ I never really made another friend, after that. ❞
❝ Who are you running around with, anyway? ❞
❝ What'd you call me? You realize I'm right here. ❞
❝ Ohh, this here is why nobody likes us, man. ❞
❝ Why would anyone be scared to talk to me?! ❞
❝ Hey, it's New York. Everyone's got their thing. ❞
❝ Never did come up with a cool name for that... ❞
❝ I joined it so I could hit my feelings with sticks! ❞
❝ I'm just... a really emotionally intelligent guy/girl. ❞
❝ Why wear a mask if you've got nothing to hide? ❞
❝ Nothing is more important than management. ❞
❝ I'm sorry, who exactly are you supposed to be? ❞
❝ Your costume's too tight in the back, by the way! ❞
❝ Oh, yeah. That sounds like a really good fake job. ❞
❝ You're in this to help people, right? Right? So am I! ❞
❝ Bad guy/girl? He/She's barely a villain of the week! ❞
❝ Sounds like he maybe shouldn't practice medicine. ❞
❝ You know, it really is always so great to talk to you. ❞
❝ I didn't join a band so I could talk about my feelings! ❞
❝ What do you mean I don't know that? I do know that. ❞
❝ Take a good look at my great fire from my backpack! ❞
❝ The power of the multiverse in the palm of my hand. ❞
❝ How much longer can I keep lying about who really I am? ❞
❝ Which is it? Hands in the air, or get down on the ground? ❞
❝ Dude/girl, you don't hang out, and you don't wanna talk... ❞
❝ It's really fun cleaning up your shocking mess, by the way. ❞
❝ I mean... how many people can you talk to about this stuff? ❞
❝ I was actually considered handsome, by scientist standards. ❞
❝ It was inconsiderate and super rude! ...And a little cocky... oof! ❞
❝ I wouldn't play with fire, dude/girl, you're kind of made of paper! ❞
❝ Can't you just act like a regular super villain so I can catch you? ❞
❝ Yo, if you don't tell someone what's going on you're gonna snap. ❞
❝ He/She hasn't always had it easy. And he/she's not the only one. ❞
❝ You're acting like weird stuff like this happens to you all the time. ❞
❝ I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse. ❞
❝ I always wanted to be in a band. Guess I just never found the right one. ❞
❝ Can we focus on the big fire-breathing threat to time and space, please?! ❞
❝ I've never robbed anybody in my life, please don't make this a bad experience for me! ❞
❝ Can you stop talking about your holes? You're making everyone uncomfortable over here. ❞
❝ I mean, it's more of a meta-commentary on what we call art, but it's... it...it's also...art? ❞
❝ Look, there is a big flying turkey from the renaissance I have to bring to justice, so if you don't mind. ❞
❝ Now I'm stuck putting everybody back where they belong before all of time and space collapses! ❞
❝ You left a hole wide enough for guys/girls like him/her to randomly get shot into the wrong dimension! ❞
#spider-verse#across the spider verse#spider man#spider-man#spiderman#rp meme#roleplay meme#roleplay ask meme#rp ask meme#ask meme#sentence starters#writing prompts#dialogue prompt#original
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headcannons for a shy s/o?? ❤️❤️
On it boss, also sorry it took so long I have so many asks ahhh. Last one for today tho, see y'all tomorrow me big tired rn. Headcanons below the cut mine beloved.
Kazuma Kiryu
He's very good with shy people as he's rather introverted himself. Very good at understanding personal space. Totally fine with ordering stuff for you if you get too shy. He's usually the one that answers the phone at home, since most of the calls are for him anyways, so don't worry about that either. He's the most reassuring, always telling you it's okay and that you don't need to force yourself to do anything.
Majima Goro
Is he the total opposite of shy? Sure. Does he give a darn? Hell nah. He loves his partner and that's all there is to it, it doesn't matter to him if they're shy or not, he thinks they're neat. Anyone who makes fun of you gets a swift kick in the pants as Majima is your number 1 defender. Says things like "Don't worry 'bout a thing babe, I'll take care of it" and his bumbling wild energy is infectious, even to you.
Akiyama Shun
He thinks shy people are just the darn cutest. Fair warning, he will totally tease you about being shy as he loves seeing you blush about it but he will absolutely respect your boundaries if you tell him to stop. Most of the time though, he's just neutral about the whole shy thing. He's a bit of an introvert in some ways in that he'd rather kind of just do his own thing, so it's very easy for the two of you to just sit at home, each of you occupied by something different and just sharing the space together.
Tanimura Masayoshi
Also thinks your shyness is cute but he's a somewhat meaner tease than Akiyama. However, if someone else tries to tease you about it, he gets all protective and tells them to watch what they say next time. Confuddling boy, our Tanimura. Also has a tendency to pat you on the head, especially if you do something out of your comfort zone like make an important phone call. He's a silly goose.
Saejima Taiga
He is ALSO shy so you two can just be shy buddies. A lot of "No, ya go first" with Saejima. This goes with just about anything, from who walks into a room first to if you both speak at the same time. In the same beat, he will not hesitate to chew out a guy who says something rude or tries to be inappropriate with you before immediately speaking to you in the softest, quietest, and nicest voice. Most people wouldn't believe Saejima is actually shy himself.
Ryuji Goda
Like a human shield and a protective blanket all wrapped into one person. You're shy? No problem, big boy Ryuji's got your back. He's actually the best at encouraging you to slowly step out of your comfort zone and cares more about seeing you be able to do well on your own than trying to protect you from any potential threats. Also the MOST supportive boy, for example if you ace a job interview you were super nervous about, he's going to celebrate by picking you up, spinning you around, and loudly singing you praises like "See, I knew ya could do it!".
Nishikiyama Akira
Out of all the boys, he's the worst at handling his significant other's shy moments. Nishiki has never been shy in his life so won't intuitively understand what you're feeling but he will be able to immediately pick up on the fact that you're feeling uncomfortable with something. In that sense, he's good at saving face for you, for example if someone on the street tries to tell you something and you're too shy to tell them to stop pestering you, he'll step in and say things like "Hey buddy, they just said they weren't interested so why don't you stop bugging 'em?". His best skill is swatting away people trying to take advantage of your shyness.
Daigo Dojima
He seems very calm and collected but actually he's prone to anxiety so he relates to you a lot. You both provide each other with a lot of support. A very gentle partner. In the beginning of the relationship, he'll probably be more shy than you are just because dating is such a foreign concept to him. Once he settles into the role, he's a great supporter and the best at comforting you if you get anxious.
Mine Yoshitaka
King of overcoming things. Best person to go to when it comes to panic attacks. He knows all kinds of ways to calm you down, like breathing exercises. Mine is introverted but not shy so he helps pick up the slack when it comes to social interactions, especially with strangers. If someone is heckling you for being shy or not speaking up, he's totally the type of guy to be like "They said they want extra ketchup on their burger!", like in those memes.
#yakuza#yakuza headcanons#yakuza imagines#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku imagines#goro majima#majima megaphone moment#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#akira nishikiyama#akiyama shun#ryuji goda#saejima taiga#masayoshi tanimura#mine yoshitaka#daigo dojima
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the best boy
pairing, eddie munson x reader
summary, quick drabble abt eddie and his silly goose ass love for a pet name
word count, 741. a short one if you will
byr, *strolls in* hey!! hey.. how y’all doin….?
ik its been a couple of days since we last shared a moment of simpy stories together but im coming back bestie baes
warnings, swearing (once), use of “good boy”, pet names, fluffy and kinda domestic-y typa energy, and eddie prob being ooc but i dont care let ya girl dream.
you started your short venture to the kitchen from eddie’s messy room, fuzzy sock adorned feet contrasting against the cool floors of the trailer. as you inched closer to the ‘chow room’ as eddie would say, you noticed he was already perched on the counter.
he was sat calmly atop the surface, scribbling notes to put on the fridge and probably getting a pop tart to warm up before he wandered back to you. his tongue stuck out in concentration while he wrote, a habit he’d had since he was a kid. the expression never fails to put a smile on your face, regardless of the circumstances.
he acknowledged you by giving you a quick smile and a muttered, ‘hey babe,’ so he didn’t lose focus of his notes. he knew damn well he’d get sidetracked if he gave you the usual over the top welcoming, so he stuck with the basics for now.
understanding his quick greeting, you gave him a kiss on his cheek, giggling softly at the red hue already replacing his usual pale one. no matter what, type of touch it was he’d always get flushed. big or small, a simple kiss or a bear hug, he was always grateful for the affection you’d shower him in.
moving out of his way, you quietly shuffled to the side for a snack, opting on a can of pringles eddie had already dismantled half of. leave it up to eddie to absotutely demolish half a can then forget about it for months. though, you couldn’t say your track record was any better.
taking your crunchy snack, you wandered to the living room since the sofa looked oddly comfortable. plopping down on the spring-filled seat, you quickly opened the container of chips and dug right in. these were just too good to wait for.
ed didn’t take very long after you started snacking, following wherever you went he normally did. his lost puppy mannerisms were a regular thing now, never really being away from you all that much. your presence grounded him. it made him feel safe, and if his baby wasn’t going, he wasn’t going. period.
flopping down beside you, he grabbed a few chips from the container and shoved them into his mouth. not necessarily in the most graceful way, but whatever. you quickly popped him with the can as he laughed at your astonished expression.
“ow! babe, y’know that’s metal or something— shit hurts.” he groaned out dramatically, holding his hand over the non existent injury on his shoulder. “oh hush, you big baby. can you hand me the lid, please?” you quickly shot back at him, needing to make sure none of your precious babies were stolen again.
‘your big baby,’ he muttered under his breath as he reached a lanky arm towards the coffee table, snatching the plastic covering. quickly spinning back in your direction, he handed it to you with a soft smile. “good boy eds, thank you.” you replied while capping off your tasty snacks for later.
he froze, arm staying up in the same position it had been in when he gave you the lid. did you- did you just- did he hear you right? was vecna popping up again? what even-
“eddie? are you okay?” you asked while giving him a confused look as he stayed with his hand in the air with a shocked look spreading across his features.
he slowly looked over at you, those big browns practically gazing into your soul before he toppled over you. his grip on your body never faltered as he pulled you into a near bone-crushing hug. he’d heard you say it the first time, but hearing it again was necessary.
“wha’ did you just say, baby?”
“i said thanks for handing me the lid, eddie-”
“yeah, yeah– but you called me something after.”
you gave him a head tilt and and eyebrow raise, not understanding what he was hinting at for a couple of seconds. running back the conversation in your mind, you realized the certain nickname had popped up in the midst of your gratitude.
“oh? you like being called a good boy?”
his lips spread, showing the goofy smile you’d grown to adore flooding onto his face. if that wasn’t a clear answer to your question you didn’t know what was.
“am i really? y’really think so, y/n?”
“of course, eddie. my good boy. the best boy, if i must.”
pov you’re me waltzing back in like i didnt miss posting for like a week lmaosjbfkd
ANNNYYWAAYYSS i wrote this at like 2am and didn’t get around to finishing it until like 4-ish so if it has mistakes, you don’t see them.
i might post a kurt kunkle story tomorrow because im entering my kurtie era again but we shall see
all your silly lil likes and goofy lil reblogs are appreciated v v much
- a sleep deprived cora
© dobiemart 2022
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson#joseph quinn#stranger things x reader#stranger things#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x you
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Pretty White Dress (P.M)
Pairings: Pete Mitchell x reader, Platonic!Goose x Reader
Warnings: Light drinking, pretty fluffy if ya ask me
Word Count: 1.1K
Author's Note: Ahh this one was so much fun to write!!! I hope you guys love it!
Summary: You and Pete have been together since your senior year of the Academy, five years later you are getting ansty for a ring and one drunken night you finally reveal that.
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You'd be the first to admit you’re a lightweight. While you sit and watch your friends get drunk off of a six-pack or more you are sitting in the corner of the bar, giggling like a mad man.
"Woah Thumper, how many have you had?" Pete asks with a laugh. You look over to your boyfriend and flash him a big smile before a small hiccup.
"Two." You reply, proud of yourself.
"Actually," Goose cuts in. "One and a half, you haven't finished this one yet Thump." He gestures to your half-empty bottle and you dissolve into a fit of giggles, causing Mav to smile at you.
"Come on baby, let's get you home." He says softly, hoisting you up off the chair and, with the help of Goose, of course, the pair managed to get you outside to the car. The drive was thankfully less than eventful. But trying to get you in the house was a totally different story.
"But I don't wanna go home Mav," You whined as your body went dead weight in protest.
"I know baby but you need to get some sleep, we got plans tomorrow." Mav softly says to you. Was he nervous about tomorrow? Absolutely. Did Goose think he was ever gonna see Mav propose? Absolutely not. Were you still drunk off your ass? Yup. Mav didn't want you to be hungover for tomorrow, he had everything planned right down to what the two of you were gonna wear.
Goose helped Maverick get you the rest of the way inside before bidding you both a goodnight, wanting to go home and see his wife and newborn son.
"Baby, we gotta get you in the bath, help sober you up, and tire you out." He said as he helped you with your shoes. "I know better ways to sober me up and tire me out." You shoot back, trying your hardest to be seductive, Mav felt his cheeks heat up before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder, and heading to the upstairs bathroom you share. He set you down softly on the closed toilet and started the warm running water, trying his hardest to ignore your advances.
Slowly the water began to rise in the tub and Mav started to help you get undressed, tossing your clothes to the side with the reminder to get them later once he has you in bed. He slowly helps you lower into the water and you give him a half smile before letting your eyes close.
"Pete?" you ask softly, as you feel exhaustion taking over your body. "Hmm?" He hums a response, shuffling around the bathroom to collect the things you'll need for once you get done in the tub.
"Why won't you marry me?" You ask obliviously.
That simple question made Pete stop in his tracks. He turns to look at you to find you staring blankly back at him.
"Baby, of course, I'm gonna marry you," he says coming to crouch down next to you. "I promise I am gonna marry you soon." You give him a goofy smile before letting out a big yawn.
Pete helped you out of the tub and wrapped out in a towel before leading you out of the bathroom into your bedroom.
He pulled one of his shirts out of the closet before helping you get dressed and brushing your hair, finally lowing you into the bed and pulling the covers over you. You smile at him thanking him before your eyes grow heavy.
Pete shut the lights off and walked out of the room to clean up a little and call Goose, he knew it was late but he and Carole had a newborn son and Mav knew that they took turns staying up to watch him.
"Hey, Mav is everything okay?" Goose sounded tired,
"Yeah buddy everything is fine, did I wake you?" Pete asked apologetically.
"Oh no, I have been awake all night with the little man. Poor buddy has colic or something and has done nothing but cry since Carole went to bed." Goose says, adding a yawn, "anyway, what's up? Is Thumper finally asleep?"
Pete sighed, "yeah they just went to bed a little while ago. they asked me if I was ever gonna marry em'" That caused a laugh from Goose. "Damn, sounds like they are finally onto you." Pete laughed, "it was more of a 'am I not good enough for you to marry' instead of a 'why the hell haven’t you put a ring on it yet?' I just felt bad." sighing, Pete moves into the kitchen beginning to clean.
"Don't sweat it Mav, you're proposing tomorrow anyway." Goose says softly, "anyway, I just got Bradley to fall asleep so I'm gonna go and get some sleep myself." The two boys bid their farewells and hung up before Pete continues to clean, every now and then pulling out the small velvet box and practicing how he was gonna ask you tomorrow.
Pete didn't hear you open the door to your bedroom, he did hear you call for him, and when he didn't respond you quietly made your way down the steps standing on the very last one just as Pete, once again, got down on one knee to practice.
"(Y/N) I love you, I have loved you since the day I met you, and I know that if I don't do it I am going to lose the one thing that drives me to make sure I get home every night. So will you please do me such the honor as to be my wife?" You opened your mouth, still slightly intoxicated.
Mav still didn't notice you standing there, he did however let out a yelp when you finally made a noise.
"Yes." Was as you managed to say.
Pete stared at you with wide eyes, "yes?" he repeated to you again.
"Yes!" you squealed before running over into his arms kissing him like a mad man.
Pete felt his chest swell as he delicately placed the ring on your finger, before kissing you again.
"Holy shit, I gotta call Goose," He cried out excitedly. You sat back and watched your *now* fiance calls his best friend and tell him what just happened. Letting out a laugh as you hear him yell excitedly on the other end of the line, most likely waking his wife and child.
"Now," Pete said excitedly to you as he grabbed your waist. "You can finally wear a pretty white dress."
You smile before kissing him deeply. With only one light on in the house, you and Pete danced together, already making plans for the wedding.
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Whumpcember Day 25: Coma
I don't really know if this is canon or when this happens in the timeline, but I wanted some good Christmas fluff with Annette! It's definitely in the future, though. Annette has gotten a lot less skittish and realizes that Kel really truly feels no ownership over her. The world is also a lot less overrun with zombies.
@i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps @den-of-whump @whumpcember (lmk if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!)
"Hey Annette, you in there?"
Silence from the office-converted-to-bedroom. Kel frowned. She wasn't terribly worried, but it was unlike Annette to stay on her own for so long. She stuck to Kel's side like a shadow.
Kel was just about to knock again when she heard a groan from the room.
"Annette?!"
"...Kel?"
"Uh, yeah. You alright?"
A pause. "...no."
Kel let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Okay, so Annette could talk. That was a good sign. She resisted the urge to grab her gun or one of the various baseball bats squirreled away around the house; she lived a much quieter life these days, she reminded herself, and anything wrong with her strange (but welcome) house guest probably didn't come from a malicious intruder. "Can I come in?"
"Uh huh..."
Kel swung the door inward and stepped into the room, blinking in the sunlight. Annette always liked to keep the curtains open. Now, at about 5:00, the setting sun glared straight through the windows.
Annette was curled up on her bed, still dressed in her jeans and pullover. She looked up at Kel with an expression of abject misery.
"It hurts," she said in a small voice as Kel sat on the bed beside her.
"What are your symptoms? What happened?"
"I dunno..." Annette gestured vaguely. "We finished Christmas lunch and I felt kinda weird after it and, like, I went to lay down but I still feel all heavy."
Kel frowned for a moment, and then she had to bite back a smile.
"Heavy as in, your stomach feels all bloated and you're really tired?"
"Yeah!" Said Annette, seemingly shocked that Kel immediately knew. "You've had it, had it too?"
Kel couldn't help it -- she threw back her head and laughed. "Annie, you're in a food coma!"
"C--Coma?!"
"Not an actual coma, heh. You've been starved for so damn long, I shoulda known."
She shook her head. Annette, having been able to eat normal amounts of solid food just in time for some small lockdown lifts and for Christmas, had wolfed down the feast Kel had made. She particularly liked the cinnamon buns. Actually, come to think of it, she had eaten more than Kel, Marie, and Basil combined. "You'll be fine, ya goose. Just sleep it off."
Annette turned her face into the pillow. "Christ...'m never eating cinnamon buns again," she said, voice muffled.
"At least get those jeans off before you take a nap. I'm pretty sure it's, like, a cardinal sin to wear jeans to bed."
Annette groaned, but she complied and found a pair of sweatpants to replace them. "Okay, you were right. This is better. But I'm pretty sure that's not in the bible."
"Bullshit! I'm pretty sure 'don't wear jeans to bed' is one of the ten commandments. Spoken from the mouth of the big man himself."
"Blasphemy," Annette muttered, grinning. Her smile turned into a yawn. "...Kel?"
"Thaaat's my name."
"Thank you."
Kel wasn't sure if she was talking about the food, the reassurance, or -- more likely -- everything she'd done since breaking into that godforsaken house and accidentally finding her. She'd never been good about taking thanks, but this time, she couldn't think of a good way to deflect.
"Lay off the cinnamon buns next time," she settled on saying. Annette halfheartedly threw a pillow at her; Kel dodged easily.
"I'll be here if you need me," she said, and she closed the door with more gentleness than usual on her way out.
#whump#whump writing#whump rescue#whump fluff#fluff#whumpcember#whumpcember2023#whumpcember2023day25#zombies are an afterthought
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I need a one shot of Rooster and Reader remaking the scene of Carole and Goose. Have reader come into Hard Deck yelling “HEY ROO YA BIG STUD” and Maverick getting deja vu
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— flower roots
about: if requests are still open, can you write a fluffy chuck grant piece where liebgott and tab are sick of chuck and the easy’s female medic pining so they lie to her that chuck is sick knowing she’ll fuss over him and chuck sets the record straight about everything? — anon
warnings: fem!reader, 40’s slang, spring metaphors (it’s my favorite season don’t come for me lol), liebgott profanity
word count: 1.3k
haguenau was cold, but in a spring way. it didn’t smell like spring, but when the wind played with your hair, lilacs caressed chuck’s lungs. it always drew him closer to you, and everyone saw it.
every day, he wanted to sow his fingers in your hair like roots in soil, and find that nook in your throat where his muffled confessions would warm your skin. he wanted to press you to him, his favorite blossom on the page that defined him.
he had some of your petals—memories of your scent, the feel of your hand in his, and he opened to that page in his mind as often as the man beside him opened to a verse in a bible. even when you weren’t around him, you comforted him. your colors kept him warm.
you were always waiting for him when he came back from combat. he didn’t need a letter from home to lift his spirits. your smile did that for him.
and what mirrors you both were in that instance, reflecting soft desire, but unlike some reflections—where everything was shown—chuck seemed shy. it was as though he were afraid his heart might be louder than his tongue, and that he’d let too much be heard all at once. seen, especially. his heart, big and brightly red, was ripe for your taking.
he told himself to wait, that it was okay to take his time with you. everyone else seemed to rush romance in the war. after all, tomorrow wasn’t promised, but chuck didn’t want to be the one to pry open love’s flower—one couldn’t hurry a flower to bloom. it was the wait that was worth it.
lovers were always waiting. they hated to wait; they loved to wait. two people in particular hated waiting for you and chuck. they had been your personal audience, having made themselves as unassuming as birds on telephone wire.
and they were watching you and chuck now.
you brushed your fingers through his hair, and stroked your thumb along what you worried was a bruise on his cheekbone (chuck assured you it was just dirt!). your touches stimulated him, making his heart palpitate. his eyes, hooded and sultry, never wandered from you.
you both knew what you were doing to one another, and so did your two little watchful birds.
“what’s he waiting for?” liebgott winced. “all’s he has to do is say a couple words, make a couple maneuvers, and he’s in like flynn.”
“yeah, that torch he’s been carrying for her will blow out any day he’s in the field,” talbert said. “war’s like high school—have fun while you can, go on skirt patrol.”
“nah, you see, he’s been sticking around her. he doesn’t want anyone else. he’s not in that game.” liebgott glanced back at talbert. “not like you, ya doll dizzy bastard.”
talbert snorted, grinning. he looked more smug than a dog stealing a christmas goose.
“he needs a good shove.”
“what are you thinkin’?”
liebgott looked at talbert, his crooked smile telling all.
-
hours later, they went to the aid station. the wounded were as plentiful as flies on a corpse, but joe and floyd walked past them without much thought. only glances. numbness wasn’t just physical anymore.
in an adjoining room, you were conversing with eugene and luz while chowing down on a candy bar.
luz cradled a box of rations, contorting his face as he made an edward g. robinson impression. “hoo! look at the keist’ah on that numb’ah!”
he usually brought food over knowing how busy medics could be, and he never forgot to bring his jokes for extra cheer. his grin only got as big as it did when he made others laugh.
joe and floyd walked in as george was leaving.
“fellas,” he greeted.
“hey,” joe said, eyeing the ration box. “save me a couple bars, will you?”
“jesus, joe, why don’t you just go steal webster’s? keeps em as bookmarks in his diary anyway.”
joe snickered, turning to you and eugene. “hey, doc.”
you both looked at him.
“y/l/n,” joe clarified. “hey, uh, grant’s not lookin’ too good.”
“real pale.” floyd gestured to his face. “coughing.”
your pupils shrunk to pencil tips, and your eyebrows squished together in worry.
“you want me to take a look?” eugene offered, voice as calm as a light breeze.
“no, no, i’ll go. where is he?”
-
you followed joe and floyd, your hurried steps stalled by the mud grabbing hold of you. thoughts buzzed around your mind, and your anxiety gripped your body like a cold corpse’s stiff hand. did chuck have some sort of respiratory infection, or just the common cold?
surely you shouldn’t worry. his flesh wasn’t engraved with shrapnel. he didn’t get shot. however much your conscience tried to reason, you didn’t listen—especially as you were led into a building where chuck sat among a plethora of others.
you promptly moved to him, and the sight of you took him off guard. his eyes widened and he chased words.
standing over him, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. he didn’t look pale, just surprised. nor did he feel overly warm. “are you feeling okay?” you asked, brow furrowed.
“i’m fine, yeah. what’s—” chuck tried to straighten up from his seat as you fussed over him. he gently grabbed your hands as you touched around his face.
“talbert said you were pale and coughing.”
chuck’s knowing eyes snapped to joe and floyd, and he held them down with a falcon stare. “they’re bullshitting you.”
“what?” you exclaimed. “why?”
“they want me to…” chuck averted his gaze from everyone, his voice strained. confess.
“don’t be a cold fish, grant,” floyd said. “spill the beans.”
chuck glanced around the room, all the eyes on him feeling like they were from many hungry spiders. he looked down at you, and something about the moment felt fragile, like a bubble of soap floating between you two.
he held your hands tighter, turning them over to expose your wrists and stroke his thumbs along your palms.
“you know, at one time i had…quite a decision. join the airborne. fight. make a hero out of myself. but then something happened, and…i didn’t choose for it to happen.”
you angled your head, warmth blooming in your chest. he spoke so softly—almost in a brittle tone. it wasn’t stage fright. it was fright of the heart, letting it all out—what he felt.
“what i’m trying to say is, and i’m not a poet, i’m just a soldier, you have this magnificence that comes out of your eyes, your smile, your voice and the way you stand there and the way you walk. and it’s all for me. and i’d like more.” chuck looked down. “but because of this damn war and the damn regulations…”
he went silent. was it regret he had, telling you everything only to expect nothing in return? grief over what could be?
screw that. you wanted him, too.
“fuck the war, kiss the girl!” joe shouted.
you smiled ear to ear, excitement beating in you as a second heart. “don’t wait around on me anymore, grant.”
the light—the relief—in his smile echoed in his eyes, making them as striking as sunlight shining through a blue, glass bottle.
he pulled you against him, and you molded yourselves together—needing to feel every curve of one another, needing each other’s hearts to thump that morse code only lover’s understood.
fervently, he pressed his mouth to yours, and your lips were hot enough to join metals. hell, you felt like you could melt into him as easily as snow into fire.
“heyyyyy!” everyone cheered, clapping and whistling.
now all you had to do was deal with joe and floyd boasting about getting easy company’s poster couple together.
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#chuck grant x reader#band of brothers#hbo war#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers imagine#chuck grant
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Wild Wednesdayish: Sam or Jake give me the “take me to bed or lose me forever” type vibes like that scene in Top Gun. Ya know where he’s playing the piano and his wife yell “Hey Goose ya big stud! Take me to bed or lose me forever” and he keeps playing and is like “show me the way home honey”. Those are Sam and Jake Kiszka vibes right there
Perfect way to leave a party.
#wild wednesday#gvf#greta van fleet#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#danny wagner#sam kiszka#jake gvf#josh gvf#danny gvf#sam gvf
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Seoul, Korea - August 2023
I love Korea, but this time Korea did not love me back. Spent some time in a hospital in Seoul (would not recommend hospital visits in any location but hey, if ya gotta go, let it be in Korea. WASSUP Samsung Hospital!).
I got heatstroke, spiked a fever of 104, and fainted. Except I uh, also whacked my head on a frog statue on my way to make out with the pavement, which left me with a big ole' goose egg on my forehead. It was all very dramatic.
It's honestly a miracle that I didn't knock any teeth out, break my nose, or split my forehead open. Because I was flying for 15 hours the next day, I wanted to get checked out colleagues forced me to go to the ER to get checked out. One COVID test, two IV bags, a CT scan, an X Ray, a blood test and a consult with a neurologist (all in under 3 hours! for less than $600!) and I got the all-clear with the instructions to basically chug Pedialyte and hydration solutions for the next few days.
Except, y'know, I like to keep everyone on their toes--so the next day I also came down with the worst case of viral gastroenteritis I've ever had. I usually have a pretty iron stomach, but oh man.
NOT GOOD TIMES.
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Michigan head cannons from a Michigander.
Michigan is not good with heights, hates them. This is because he is the 13th flattest state and the higher places are up north in the UP.
Big fan of ice cream, his favorite is Blue Moon, but you can never go wrong with Vanilla.
He will purposely mispronounce things. Think Episcopal pronounced like Ep-i-scop-le instead of Ep-o-scop-pal, pronouncing words like Buffet, Ballet, and and Tortilla like they are spelt, and calling multiple moose meese and multiple geese goose. (Based off my dad, gotta love him)
Knows everything about cars, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Man's reads owners manuals like books in his free time, and memorizes them like a speech.
Scuba dives in his free time.
Is always either sweating profusely or freezing cold. No in-between and weather doesn't matter, it could be 100°F and rising and he's got three layers and a blanket while sunbathing.
Indecisive as Fuck, that's why he's a swing state. He just can't decide if he likes red or blue better.
On top of that, minor colorblindness and shit vision. He has color correction glasses and prescription glasses, but he constantly misplaced them and believes he can go without them
Just a really friendly guy, he meets new people and he'll act like he just won the lottery, he'll insult you in good fun, but that's how he shows he cares.
Loves to bake, hates to cook.
Sweet tooth, but sweet things give him head aches.
Really bad low iron, and prone to passing out because he doesn't take care of it.
On top of that, covered in bruises, due to low iron and being super physical (and a clutz)
Has a lead foot, but a really good driver otherwise, although he needs glasses, he has a really keen eye.
Hunting is always fun for him
Has minor dyslexia and auditory processing issues, he'll ask what 5 times then answer after he just asked what again (ha, me)
Will ignore health issues until someone else notices it's take a toll on him "hey uh, why's your wrist look like that?" "Ope! Huh, well will ya look at that, must've broke it again." Had already known he broke it three days earlier.
Doesn't talk about himself a lot, but wants to know everything about friends
Is a cryptid
He won't tell you anything unprompted, but if you ask he has no problem telling you, so you need to be super specific with questions to get the whole story.
Isn't attracted unless the other person's attracted, then he'll develop feelings
Doesn't go to church unless someone asks him to go, and is totally to type to ask why to many questions and make the priest mad (have done before, was literally tackled by one of the members of the church who was around my age cause I wouldn't shut up)
Can not for the life of him sense sarcasm but speaks fluently in it (ha me... Again)
Bites nonsexually and randomly, it isn't in an affectionate way either, it's just cause he felt like it
Gets bored easily
Needs to be outside at least one hour a day or he gets moody
When upset or moody the air around him will start to switch randomly between temperatures. It's air conditioned in a room, but next to him it's a humid heat. You're outside in the summer rain and it should feel warm and relaxing but also cool, but next to him it's a dry heat.
Will randomly get violent energy that he'll need to run off or use on a punching bag, that's Detroit.
Okay, I'm going to stop there because I've been going for twenty minutes and it's 1:12am
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Hey, Goose, ya big stud! ❤️
#goose and carole my beloveds#my og bradshaw otp#they deserved the world#goose x carole#nick goose bradshaw#carole bradshaw#bradshawsbaby mood board#top gun
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