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Steddie Week 2023

May 22nd Prompt: Hunger

Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

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Steve wakes up slowly, rolls over to look at his alarm clock, then bursts out of bed in a rush of limbs and sheets and curses.

3:42 blinks back at him. Sometime during the night the power had gone out, and Steve knows it is well past 9, when he was supposed to be opening at Family Video. He pulls on his jeans and a clean shirt, stuffs his feet in his shoes, runs a brush through his hair, and grabs his vest on his way out the door, sparing half a glance at his kitchen, but not having time to eat.

If it comes down to it, he thinks, there’s always the candy.

He gets to Family Video in record time, breathing out a sigh of relief when he yanks on the door to find it still locked. That means he’s the first one there. Keith might notice when he goes back through times this week to figure out pay, but Steve’s hopeful he’s gotten away with it this time.

He clocks in, computer reading 10:01 (an entire hour late, whoops), and takes a breath as he looks around the store. Robin’s scheduled to come in at three, meaning he has five hours alone.

No one comes in for the first hour. Steve finishes logging returns and winding back the tapes.

Halfway through the second hour, the bell above the door jingles, and Steve raises his voice from where he’s putting away tapes. “Welcome to Family Video!”

“Either you’re hiding or you’ve officially started haunting this place,” a voice calls back, and Steve laughs as he walks out of the aisle.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Hiya, Stevie.” He grins. “Tell me if this is too forward? But I noticed the power went out last night and figured if I know you as well as I do, you slept in and missed breakfast.” He hands Steve a brown paper bag, creased nicely at the top.

“Lifesaver,” Steve gasps, opening the bag. Three muffins. He sniffs them, then groans. “You’re perfect, holy shit, thank you.” Banana nut, his favorite. His heart skips an odd beat, then again when he realizes Eddie’s blushing, pulling a piece of hair across his face.

“You’re welcome,” Eddie says quietly, chuckling slightly. “I guess I was right?”

“Yeah, I woke up, like, half an hour after my shift had started, immediately panicked, and got here as fast as I could. I don’t need another write-up.”

Eddie nods, a smirk crawling onto his face. “How about waiving the fees for your favorite customer?”

Steve makes a show of looking around. “Dustin’s here?”

Eddie just laughs. “I can’t even be mad at that one.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, eyes wide, adorably serious. Steve tries to school his face accordingly, but he can’t really feel his face. “I’m hungry.”

Steve thinks about it. “I am too,” he decides, then thinks some more. “Is there pizza left over?”

Eddie shrugs, looks at the blunt in his hand, then shrugs again, taking another drag. “Chips?”

“I have chips,” Steve agrees, grabbing for the blunt. “C’mon, share.”

Eddie hands it over. “Steve,” he says again, “I’m a genius.”

“Yup,” Steve agrees.

“We should watch a movie.”

“Oh my god,” Steve breathes. “With snacks?”

“Yeah. Yeah, with snacks, c’mon, help me, help me!” He pulls Steve up, laughing when Steve does.

“Eddie,” Steve says. It’s his turn to be serious. “What if we call Argyle? And Jon?”

“And they can bring pizza,” Eddie breathes. “Stevie, I think you’re the genius.”

“Yup,” Steve agrees again. “I’ll call. You get snacks. And movie.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie laughs, resting his head against the wall. “There’s no way.”

“I swear! That’s exactly what she said! And then she tried to blame me, like it isn’t all automated.” Steve huffs a breath.

Eddie shakes his head. “You have way more patience than I do, man.”

“That’s not true. We have different types. I could never sit like you do, painting your figurines.”

Eddie snorts. “I zone out and wake up four hours later. I don’t think that counts as patience.” He sighs. “As fun as this has been, Steve, I’ve gotta go get ready for my shift. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely. What time does your shift start?”

“Six.”

“That… Eds, that’s in twenty minutes.”

“No? I’m looking at a clock right here. It’s 4:40 right now. I’ve got an hour twenty.”

“Eds,” Steve says, sounding pained. “Daylight savings.”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie breathes. “Shit, shit, shit, you’re right, shit, fuck, okay, I’ve gotta go, love you, bye!”

He hangs up before Steve can say anything else, stuffing his feet in his shoes and grabbing his keys before racing out.

He’s halfway to work before he realizes he’s hungry. He lays his head on his steering wheel at a red light, breathes. “Just five hours,” he tells himself. “I can make it five hours.”

Half an hour in, he’s not so sure. His hands aren’t as steady as they should be, but he hides it from his coworkers, takes another few deep breaths, and tries to trick himself by drinking more water.

Ten minutes later, a familiar maroon Beemer pulls up. Eddie’s heart thuds in his chest as he goes out to meet Steve.

“Sorry I’m late,” Steve grins. “I think I got caught by all the lights possible.” He grabs something from the passenger seat. A brown paper bag.

“You didn’t,” Eddie breathes.

“I did,” Steve admits. “I hope turkey’s okay.”

“Turkey’s fantastic,” Eddie promises. “Freakin’ food for the gods, when I’m this hungry.” He opens the bag. A sandwich, a small bag of chips, an apple. He laughs. “Jesus wept, Steve, I brought you three little muffins!”

“Yeah, and I meant it when I called you a lifesaver.” He tilts his head. “I’m curious about something, though. If you meant it.”

Eddie pauses with the sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Meant what?”

“Gotta go, love you, bye.”

“Oh.” Nausea makes its presence known. He brings the sandwich down. “Steve, I-”

Steve’s fingers land on his forearm. “The truth, Eds. Please.” He’s whispering, eyes big and hopeful, and Eddie feels some of that same hope filling him.

“Yeah,” he whispers back.

Steve grins again, steps back. “I’m picking you up tomorrow. Seven o’clock.”

“Okay,” Eddie whispers, watches as Steve drives away.

“Hi,” Eddie says breathlessly, opening the door before Steve could knock.

“Hi.” Steve chuckles. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Where are you taking me?”

“Where do you wanna go?”

Eddie bites his lip, slides into the passenger seat. “Dinner? I’m starving.”

Steve grins at him as he puts the car in gear. “Me too.”

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, violence, smut.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

The clock struck 7pm and you were stood in front of your full length mirror, inspecting yourself in it. You'd managed to get to the mall the day before and treat yourself (and Eddie) to some new lingerie.

A red lacy bra and thong, complete with garter belt and stockings, something you hadn't really worn before, but for Eddie you wanted to dress to impress. You turn to the side and with your back to the mirror, checking yourself from all angles. When you were satisfied you looked good, you threw on an oversized Slayer tshirt and some sweatpants, wanting to be comfy as you and Eddie wanted to eat and watch a movie when he came over.

Eddie was rarely ever on time, except when it came to you. At 7.30 on the dot, you heard his van pull up in your driveway. Your stomach flipped with excitement as you straightened out your comforter and have your room a quick visual check before bolting down the stairs to answer the door.

"Hey, angel. I come bearing all the shit I need to protect you tonight." Eddie grins as you open the door, and you felt your knees almost buckle. He was so stupidly handsome, with a little backpack slung over his shoulder and carrying a bag which you could only guess contained snacks and beer. "God, you look so fucking pretty."

"I'm in sweats, Eds," you giggle, pulling him into your house and slamming your lips to his. He drops the bag of snacks to bring both hands to either side of your face, kissing you back just as fiercely.

"Beautiful no matter what," he mumbles against your lips.

"Hmm, you're sweet." You kiss his lips softly. "And very, very cute."

"It's all part of the Munson charm, baby." Eddie chuckles, letting you lead him into your kitchen by the hand so he can put the beers in the fridge and snacks on the counter. He lets out a low whistle at your home. "Remind me never to bring you back to my place."

It wasn't much, really it wasn't, but you knew that to someone who lived in a trailer, it was more impressive.

"Hey, if you're seeing my room, I have to see yours, it's only fair." You lean over the kitchen island and watch him.

"Oh, I'm seeing your room, am I?" He grins over his shoulder at you as he puts the beers into the fridge. You roll your eyes, laughing.

"No, Eddie, I'm gonna fuck you on my parents' couch and make you sleep in the bathtub."

"Babe, I sleep in my van more than you know, a bathtub would be fucking luxury."

A few hours later, you and Eddie were snuggled up on your bed watching Evil Dead. Eddie had his back up against your headboard, sitting up, and you were cuddled into him, your arm slung around his slim waist, fingers gently rubbing over a small patch of skin between the hem of his shirt and his boxers and jeans.

As nice as this was, you were really fucking horny, so deciding to be bold, you move your hand around to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning them and slowly lowering the zipper. Eddie sucks in a small breath as your hand dips into his boxers, taking a hold of his semi-hard cock.

He lets out a soft groan as you stroke him, coaxing him to full hardness. You tilt your chin up to him and he leans down to kiss you, his tongue brushing against yours as you continue to stroke him slowly.

Eddie moves, taking your hand out of his pants and pins both of your wrists above your head, moving his body on top of yours, his cock straining against his jeans and grinding up against your own covered crotch.

"Eddie," you whimper as he trails kisses along your jaw and neck. "Wanted to suck you off."

"I know princess, but trust me, I wouldn't last, not with that pretty little mouth around me. Next time, okay? Wanna take care of you tonight. Can you sit up f'me?"

You nod, sitting up and allowing Eddie to take your shirt off. He groans loudly at the sight of your red bra. "Fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?"

"Mm-mm, at least not until you see the rest," you smile, biting your lip as he practically tears off your sweatpants to reveal the panties, garter belt and stockings. You swear his brain flat lines for a moment as he stares at you, mouth open. "Eddie?"

"Jesus H Christ, sweetheart...you're...you're so...fuck-" he can't even get his words out, no doubt all the blood rushing to his cock leaving none for his brain to function. He swallows hard. "So fucking sexy...you did this for me?"

You nod. "Wanted to look good for you, Eds."

"Angel, Y/N, you never have to worry about that, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and I'm not just saying that because my dick is rock hard for you right now, I mean it." Eddie speaks softly, his eyes focused on yours and you know he means it. You pull him down into another kiss, not as desperate this time, but deep and slow, full of...love? You'd never been in love before, was this how it felt?

Eddie breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels and peel his shirt off. Your eyes travel over his body; he's gorgeous. Not particularly built, but lean and toned with a faint shadow of his abs visible and a delicious V line leading into his boxers and jeans, dusted with a smattering of dark hair below his belly button. You drink in his pale skin littered with freckles and tattoos, your mouth wanting to explore every inch of him.

"Eddie, you're...so pretty."

He laughs in disbelief. "Pretty? That's a new one."

"You are. Sexy as hell too." You giggle, tracing a finger down his chest and stomach to his open jeans, feeling his muscles tensing and flexing under your touch. "These need to come off too, please."

"As you wish, princess." Eddie whips off his jeans, leaving him in blue plaid boxers, his thick cock imprint visible against the thin material. You can't help but stare. "See something you like?"

You reach out and grab his cock, making him exhale sharply. "I see something I want."

"Patience, baby, let me love on you a little first. Wanna see what you're hiding under these cute little panties. What was it you said earlier? You've seen mine so I see yours, it's only fair." He smirks, gently prying your legs apart. His eyes go straight to your lace covered pussy and the obvious wet patch on the red material. "Fuck, baby, you're practically dripping."

Eddie cups your pussy through your panties, grinning like a damn wolf as you buck against his hand and whine. He pulls the underwear to the side, running a finger over your slit, gathering your wetness. He brushes over your clit before retracting his hand, sucking his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. "So fucking sweet. Gonna eat this pussy until you cum on my face, okay princess? Then you can have my cock."

You moan at his words. Eddie lies down, face to face with your pussy. "Such a pretty pussy, baby. Prettiest I've ever seen." He then licks at your hole, and you squeal and grab the bedsheets in your fists. Eddie smirks to himself, licking his way to your clit, which he starts to flick at with his tongue whilst gently pushing a finger inside you. You shiver; his finger is thick, filling you in a way you'd been aching for but never had felt before. Once he's satisfied that you're able to take one finger, he pushes another in, angling them to find that spongy spot inside you.

"Eddie!" You gasp, and he internally high fives himself. There it is. He strokes at your gspot, his tongue working over your clit, alternating between licking and sucking. Your hand flies to his hair, grabbing a fistful of curls and pulling. He can't help the groan that escapes him and he has to grind his cock into your mattress to relieve some of the aching. "Eddie, oh my god, don't stop, don't stop, gonna cum- oh, Eddie!!"

You cum with another moan of his name, pussy fluttering around his fingers. He sees you through it, keeping up the same pace with his fingers and tongue until you're pushing him away. He takes that as his opportunity to pin you down to the bed, fingers fucking into you harder and tongue not leaving your clit.

"Eddie, stop, stop, too sensitive! Feels weird-"

Another internal high five. He didn't have much experience, but he had enough to know that when a girl says it feels weird, he's on the right path to blowing their fucking minds.

"Oh god, Eddie, please, I-I-fuck!" You scream, Eddie moaning just as loud as you as another orgasm hits you, more intense this time and you feel a small stream of liquid leave you, soaking Eddie's face. This high is different, you feel it fucking everywhere and it knocks the wind out of you, leaving your body shaking.

"You still with me, baby?" Eddie asks as he sits up, your juices covering his mouth and chin. "You good?"

"What the...what the fuck was that?!" You gasp, body still twitching with the aftershocks. Eddie laughs.

"That, princess, was you squirting. Fucking soaked me, naughty girl. First time?" Oh, he's so fucking pleased with himself right now, not even trying to hide the smirk.

"I didn't even know I could, I've never...not even by myself...oh my god!" You yank him down to kiss you, not even caring about your own taste on his lips.

"You are so fucking hot when you cum," Eddie mumbles, and you feel him unclipping your stockings. "Now, as much as I love this outfit on you, princess, it's getting in the way, so-" he rolls down the stockings, then the garter belt and finally your panties, throwing them somewhere in your room. To help, you unclasp your bra and follow suit.

Eddie growls, mouth going straight to your tits, flicking his tongue over your pierced nipples. "Been wanting to get my mouth on these ever since the other night. So fucking sexy."

You sigh happily as he plays with your nipples for a moment, but then you get impatient.

"Eddie, want you to fuck me." You whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer to you.

"Okay, okay, baby, let me go get a rubber okay?" He rolls off the bed, quickly rummaging through his backpack. He produces a small foil packet which he places between his teeth before climbing back up onto the bed and inbetween your legs, shucking off his boxers. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, and you don't miss the fact that he's had to buy the larger size condoms for this. You're not surprised though, it's bigger than any cock you've ever seen. He quickly tears open the packet and rolls the condom down onto his cock, giving himself a few tugs before lining himself up with your entrance, the head just barely pushing in. You hiss at the stretch. "Wait, you're not a virgin, are you?

"Eddie!" You groan. "No, I'm not, I can handle it, okay?"

"Alright, just checking, I don't wanna hurt you." Eddie pecks your lips sweetly. "Ready?"

"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself," you say, desperately writhing on the bed. Eddie chuckles at your desperation, capturing your hands in his, both of you looking into the other's eyes as he pushes himself further into you. Your eyes flutter in pleasure.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby." Eddie whispers, a hitch to his voice as he feels your pussy stretching around him. You do as you're told, not allowing your eyes to drift from his. He slowly fills you, your breath trembling. When he bottoms out, you both moan softly.

He leans down and kisses you, slowly, deeply, passionately, not even moving inside of you. Just allowing you to feel each other properly for the first time. It's so different to how you thought it would be. It's tender, sweet, romantic even. It's like nothing you've ever experienced before. You feel a pull in your gut which makes you hold on tighter to Eddie. You don't even notice a tear has rolled down your cheek until he wipes it away, a look of concern on his face. "Hey...you okay?"

You nod. "Yeah, I just...Eddie, I-"

"Me too." Eddie knows exactly what you're trying to say. You smile, hastily wiping your own eyes. "Want me to move?"

"Please?"

And he does, god he does. Slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out, grinding against your sensitive clit as he moves. His mouth never leaves yours, swallowing your moans, muffling his own and whispering praises to you, how you were so beautiful, so perfect, felt so good, like heaven around him.

You never liked the idea of lovemaking, thinking of it as cliché and disgusting. But this, with Eddie, was far from it. It was perfect.

Eddie moves a little faster, making sure every push of his hips was angled perfectly for you. Your pussy tightens around him, that familiar coil in your stomach winding up again. Your nails start to dig into his shoulder blades and he reaches down between you, rubbing his fingers over your clit in quick circles.

"Need you to cum for me again, princess, okay? Wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Yeah, yeah, Eddie, please, so fucking good," you whimper, your back arching as your orgasm hits you again. Eddie groans at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him.

"Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good," he grits out, taking fingers off your clit and putting your legs over his shoulders, leaning further over you. "This okay?"

"God, yes, Eddie, want you to fuck me, wanna feel you cum inside me." You whine and he practically growls in response.

You yelp as Eddie fucks into you hard and fast, his cock ramming into your cervix causing a feeling of pain dulled by pleasure the bloom throughout your body. He was so fucking deep you felt like he was in your throat, hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed. He presses forward, folding you in half like a fucking deckchair, driving his cock deeper and harder into you. He leans down and kisses you, sloppy and messy and delicious.

Now this was fucking.

"Gonna cum in this perfect pussy," Eddie grunts, sweat rolling down his temples, his chest and face flushed a beautiful shade of pink. "Fuck, Y/N, baby, gonna cum so fucking hard."

"Please, Eddie!" You moan, your pussy clenching around him at his words which only made him moan out louder. "Want you to cum inside me-"

"Shit, yeah, gonna- Fuck!" Eddie slams his cock inside you once more, his face scrunching up in bliss as he fills the condom. You mewl appreciatively at the twitches of his cock inside you, running your fingers gently over his back as he comes down from his high, slowly thrusting in and out until the feeling becomes too much. Your legs drop from his shoulders, wrapping around his own legs and he drops his body onto yours, his head burying into the crook of your neck.

You smile as you feel him place little pecks on your skin, still inside you not wanting to break the connection yet, as you gently play with his hair. A few minutes comfortable silence passes and Eddie props himself up on his elbows, smiling down at you.

"Hey, beautiful." he says softly, brushing some hair away from your face. You smile back.

"Hey yourself, handsome."

"So, that was...pretty fucking great."

"Same here, Eddie you're...amazing." You gush. He scoffs.

"Please, sweetheart, that was all you." He says stifling a yawn. He rolls off you, pulling off the condom and throwing it into your trash can. You yawn as well, snuggling back into him. "Whaddya say, pretty girl, wanna take a power nap and go for round 2?"

"Round 2, 3, maybe even 4 before the night's over, Munson, I still need to blow you." You smirk, teasingly biting his nipple.

"Well, what kind of guy would I be to deny a lady's needs?" Eddie laughs, kissing the top of your head as you watch the credits for Evil Dead rolling up the screen of your small TV, your eyes slowly growing heavier in the arms of your...Eddie.

Maybe that was a conversation for tomorrow morning.

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yakultstanreblog · 2 months

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@alwayschasingrainbows hi hi thank you sm for all the questions <33 I appreciate u sm ik u accidentally asked on my main but I’m gonna answer them here :))) also thank you for sending ur own answers too I loved reading them and learning more about you and found them super interesting!!!!! <3

1. What is your favourite childhood movie and why?

Strangely I’d never been big on movies or tv as a kid or even now (I want to get more into it now but my adhd still says no) my mum even told me that when I was young she could sit my brothers in front of the tv to be entertained but not me, I’d lose interest hella quickly… probs the first time I got into anything tv related was when I was 10-12 and was invested in the drama of the tv series “dance academy” on abc3 Ive actually met the producer! other than that I didn’t mind a reality show as a kid but then most of that wore off after I studied media in school and we went as live audience to “reality” shows and I realised how set up everything was and couldn’t care less afterward -

If I had to pick any movie that I loved and that still strangely brings me some sort of comfort.. it would have to be the 2010 Jaden Smith Version of Karate Kid ahahaha idk why (well I kinda do there’s lots of reasons but then I’d go on another whole tangent so I won’t) I was like 11 when it came out so I think that can count :) I can weirdly watch it over and over whereas most other movies I watch once and never again.

2. Do you have a favourite book or book series and why?

I talked about this in some previous posts on here but my fav book of all time is “Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine” by Gail Honeyman !!!!! I also am very passionate about “The uncaged sky: my 804 days in an Iranian Prison” by Kylie Moore-Gilbert (the audiobook version narrated by Kylie herself) and fav wholesome series has gotta be the Heartstopper graphic novels!!!! AHAHA again I could go on and on and on about why I love them all individually as they are all VERY DIFFERENT from each other, but I’ll literally be writing like 3 giant essays so I’ll stop myself now!! I will say, while it’s important we consume and love media that we don’t relate to to broaden our perspectives of life, it’s obviously easy to consume and love media that we see a small part of ourselves in and think this has a lot to do with why I love these so much!

3. The colour that makes you happy

Probably a dark green which reminds me of the rainforest:))))

4. Your favourite cereal?

I honestly don’t eat cereal and never really have :,) cereals were kinda demonised in my house as a child (almond mum tings?) but then eventually they weren’t anymore but I never rlly enjoyed their taste - this is such a sad answer but probably Kelloggs sultans bran LMAO. I haven’t had it for years but I rlly don’t mind it … I think it’s probably very different to American cereals cause it’s not sweet … one time I went to an American food store here in Aus and everything I tried taste like pure sugar and hurt my stomach so bad LOL never again I’m hoping and praying that Americans have other food options not featured in this store 😭 cos I understand some of it as a one off dessert but like everyday breakfast omg noooo I hope ur stomachs are ok

5. Your favourite gemstone?

I’m ngl I don’t have a super passionate answer about this one off the top of my head (sorry I’m such a boring person!!) I think they’re all so pretty!!! I gave them a google to try decide which I like most but it’s impossible .. I think I love any of the blue ones!! I’ll tell you one thing I rlly don’t love the yellow topaz cos I’m born in Nov and I see it on everything and I swear it’s the worst one imo like liteeally any other one I love! But I can still appreciate it ig :,)

6. Any activity you liked as a child and do you still like it now?

My biggest pain as a child was athletics!!!! I used to be competitive in 100m, 200m, long jump and triple jump :) sadly I no longer do athletics or compete but my passion for running/competitiveness lived on and by 15 I ran my first half marathon.. but from 17 onwards I got quite sick and was unable to run (minus a few little months of getting back into it over the yrs only to have to stop again) and now I’m 24 and finally getting back into it again.. kinda.. cos my health is still kinda shit but I’ll go for a lot shorter runs a couple times a week and hoping and praying my health gets better so I can proper get back into it.. not to compete anymore just for myself cos it’s one of the only things in this life that brings me joy :) I’ve also always loved taking photos although I’m not professional or anything it’s just been a fun little hobby I guess.. I have a few diff cameras but in currently trying (failing) to save for this new different one.. just waiting for my uni scholarship money this tri bc I’m too unwell to use it to go on a holiday atm I’m gonna use it to buy this camera I’ve been wanting oop :,) I’m a much bigger a fan of film photography over digital but the camera I’m planning on buying is kinda a combo of both eg. It produces images of a similar vibe to film photography but is actually digital so u don’t have to worry about wasting film :) it’s also a point and shoot, super small and can be taken anywhere which is much better than my current digital camera which is bulky and has a million settings idk how to use lol.

7. Have you ever read Lucy Maud Montgomery books?

I was about to say no I’ve never heard of her but then I googled it and saw Anne of Green Gables which I read when I was like literally 8… and as I’ve said in a previous post I never remember what I’ve read even if I read it two minutes ago bc adhd tings but I always remember how it made me feel - and I remember really enjoying it! Maybe I should give it a reread cause I barely remember what it was about :,) as for the rest of her books I don’t think I’ve read any! I love so much that you have a fandom page omgggg I wish I was that passionate about something !!!! PLS PLS give me recommendations if someone were only to read 1 of her books .. okay maybe 2 for now!!!!! I might actually give them a read :)))

Thank you thank you again for all ur kinds words I hope u have the most amazing day/night <33333 I appreciate u a lot!

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askew-d · 2 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

hello, there! thank you for following me, by the way. this ask’s a sweet surprise! i don’t mind at all, i’ve never answered this before :) i’ll make a list of all the characters i cherish. it’s not ranked over who i cherish more though (they’re all special for me). they’re all random nonetheless, but let’s see if you can catch a little bit of a ‘type’ here, haha.

1. kageyama tobio, from haikyuu!! — i first found him to be a very bothersome character in terms of background and personality. perhaps a little bit aggressive, unnecessarily so. however, i can see how much he’s changed after finding a team like karasuno and hinata especially, and over time we go unraveling his attitude to find an actually sweet person who probably only thinks about milk, cats, leaving his nails neat and other stupid things. he’s one of those tsundere characters and that’s nice. he’s overall a nice person who’s judged unfairly. and his awkwardness turns out to be adorable, so that’s a plus.

2. minato, from the film kaibutsu — this japanese show absolutely wrecked me. it seriously did. how the hell could they expect me to move on after it? i have no words for how much this story impacted me. this main character brings such a tender feeling of youth and fragile love towards another person that sweeps me off my feet. he’s got a repressed heart that slowly comes free and it made me feel very protective over him.

3. violet, from the anime violet evergarden — heartfelt letters aside, this anime felt to me like a coming of age show. or perhaps more like a coming of ‘human’. i love her because she’s truly intrigued about the world, the people, feelings as a whole and what it means to be a breathing creature. she’s just a child. she wants to see everything. to understand her heart. she’s a force of nature that beholds so much and doesn’t even know how to put into proper words, even if that’s her job.

4. lu guang, from shiguang daili ren —i just watched link click recently, but this boy surely made a way into my heart. i love how he’s ready to fight the world on behalf of cheng xiaoshi, and although he’s a hypocrite through and through, he’s real. he’s one of the realest people i’ve seen being portrayed. because who in heavens would choose someone unimportant to tou if you can choose someone you love? and how he hides his emotions? chef’s kiss. i love that he’s an ‘actions speak louder than words’ kind of guy; he’d call you an idiot in one moment, then burn the world for you in the following one.

5. the little prince, from the book the little prince — i cannot forget this book not even in a million years. changed me as a person. this vulnerable, free character makes me think he’s not just a hallucination from the author, he’s a magical shiny little person who’s discovering about life. i love him because he’d never change, you can’t change him, because he’ll always be a child at heart and mind. he’s everyone. he’s you, he’s me, he’s who we were. and that breaks me apart. he makes me cry, this one. he makes me remember that i’m a child too, regardless of how many time passes.

6. léon doré, from the film it’s not me, i swear! — i was a fifteen-year old watching this after having reconnected with my mother and that’s why it marvelled me. it’s a lot of what i’ve been through, of what i’ve been. i love him because i relate to him, and i wish i could’ve had that courage. i won’t spoil the story, but i really recommend it! my favorite film of all time. it has trigger warning for child abandonment, suicide attempts and child abuse though.

7. wei wuxian, from mo dao zu shi — oh, boy, i can’t relate to this one at all. i think he’s the only one from this list that doesn’t fall into the ‘introvert with hidden feelings and traumatised past’ type, not entirely. he only falls into the traumatised past. i think he’s the only extrovert character — besides hinata shouyou — that i actually like. i’m an introvert at heart, so at first he annoyed me too, lan wangji, i get you. but his strength? how he looks into the world that broke him and says ‘i’ll keep trying, i’ll keep smiling’? how he loves to the point of sacrifying himself? how he’s not attuned to his feelings because he’s more worried about being excited over little things? how he’s just overall so rebellious, but intelligent, sincere, witty, and does this all for the good, regardless if he’s being misjudged? how he’s been through hell but chooses to find reasons to keep going instead of looking back? oh, how i love him.

8. todoroki shouto, from my hero academia — i don’t enjoy boku no hero anymore, it has lost the entertaining bits for me. but i do expect the best for this boy right here, i love him for his cool nature, how he walks into life trying to let go of his resentment (after he befriends midoriya), and how he cares for his friends more than words can be let out to express. i wish the anime had grew to be better so i could watch more of him, but the feeling’s gone for me now. nevertheless, i still cherish him.

9. gin, from hotarubi no mori e — he’s a mystery, that’s for sure. he deserved so much more. he deserved life, he deserved a chance to live. i love the tenderness in him, and the sheer tenderness he showed our main character even if he didn’t even managed to be a real, normal boy! how can beings find the love in themselves and be so painfully alive even if they’re not in fact in the human spectrum? i love that he taught us this concept of love. i love this type of trope. i love and hate it at the same time.

10. dr. house, from house m.d — i had a hard time wondering if i should indeed add him here. because he’s an asshole. why do i like him? i don’t know. i see this flawed, asshole man and i see the pain in him and though it doesn’t justify anything at all, it’s what humans are all about. he judges everyone. he shames everyone. he shows people’s true intentions. he hides his true intentions. he’s repressed and lonely and he’s doomed. but he’s got this relationship with wilson, and women, and monster trucks games, and he lives. and he’s an awful man, but aren’t we all at core? i love to hate him.

bonus: nozomi fujisaki, from cherry magic, and nano, from girl from nowhere. they’re wonderful. they’re everything. love fujisaki’s view in life (it matches mine) and nano’s brilliance ✨

haha, well, this got longer than i thought, but wow, i enjoyed this a lot. thank you for asking me this, really! big hugs!!

#girl from nowhere #house md #dr house #gregory house #bnha #shouto todoroki #link click season 2 #link click #shiguang dailiren #mdzs wei wuxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #hotarubi no mori e #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #violet evergarden #lu guang #the little prince #kaibutsu 2023

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astupidweeb69 · 2 years

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Unrequited (Yandere! Ticci Toby x Reader) Part 2

Next Chapter: Part 3

All Other Chapters: Part 1 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, & Part 7

Author’s Note: Okay so I know I said this series would be written in Toby’s perspective, but this chapter is in the reader’s point of view. I think from now on I’ll do every other chapter in Toby’s perspective and switch from him to the reader. I feel like it’d make things more interesting to kind of get both sides perception of what’s going on.

This is also cross-posted on my Ao3 account which I update quicker.

Warnings: Swearing, Toby being weird, the reader is struggling with their mental health, people talk about horror movies idk. (2,966 words)

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“You doing okay?”

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, almost startling you. You’d been listening to your friend Anne rant about some TV show she’d been watching lately, and admittedly you started to space out a bit. Something that has been happening more often these past couple of weeks.

Truth is, there was a lot going on in your head, and your thoughts started to race if you didn’t consciously make an effort to focus. A bad habit you thought you’d learned how to deal with better.

But isolation does that to a person. You hadn’t been communicating with your friends as frequently, using any excuse you could to stay indoors, with the blinds closed, and everything securely locked.

Anne, however, being your closest and longest friend you had, was the first person to notice that you were falling back into your old ways. And so, she showed up to your home unannounced, dragging you out to get coffee for “no more than an hour, tops”. You could see the concern on her face when you first opened the door to greet her. You hadn’t showered in quite some time, and your sleep schedule was almost non-existent.

You were scared.

And now, after doing the bare minimum to get your hygiene back to an acceptable level to go out in public, you sat across the table from your friend. Outside at a local café you typically frequented. A cup of (favorite drink) in front of you, and Anne’s worried expression staring back.

You sighed, slouching in your seat. “Honestly? Not really.”

Anne perked up, more attentive now. The conversation was about to get serious. You hardly ever expressed to your friends when you were having a hard time. Anne was probably the only one you’d share this with, and she knew that.

“It’s been happening again? The whole paranoia thing I mean…” Your eyes looked down, suddenly invested in your fidgeting hands. “I just keep feeling like I’m being messed with. That someone’s watching me.”

You paused, glancing up at your friend to wait for her response. She was thinking. You knew she was worried about saying the wrong thing, which you respected. The fact that you trusted her enough to talk about your past was no small feat. And she didn’t want to break that trust now.

“I’m sorry, I wish I was better at giving advice. Was this brought on by anything you know… specific? Has your dad been acting difficult again?” She asked.

“No that’s the weird thing. I mean, I started losing stuff around my house. At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal.” You rubbed your eyes. God you were tired. “Then I kept finding my windows open. Especially the one in my bedroom. Anne… I don’t think I’ve ever opened my windows. So, I don’t know what that’s about. And then, it all just had a snowball effect. I start worrying about one small thing and it quickly turns into a fucking avalanche.”

She sipped her iced coffee. “Maybe my mom has been coming in to check on things? I know it would be out of character for her to do that without letting you know ahead of time. But I can ask her for you?” Anne smiled reassuringly.

You know she didn’t want to say ‘you were just imagining things’, that phrase always made you annoyed. You had joked to her before that people saying that in horror movies ended up getting people killed.

“Yeah I guess it couldn’t hurt.” It probably wouldn’t end up going anywhere. But you knew Anne wanted to feel like she made an attempt to help you. “I’m going to head back now. I’ll probably stop at a couple stores on my way home to get out a little bit more.”

As you began packing up your things, you felt Anne’s hand reach out and lightly grab your arm.

“How about I come stay over at your place for a couple of days? Like when we were younger? I don’t want you to cut yourself off from people again.” She squeezed your arm encouragingly. “I’ll even watch any movies you pick. Swear on my life. The goriest and bloodiest movies. I won’t even complain.”

You raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You could already tell Anne was regretting saying that.

“Fine… if you think you can handle that. But how about you come over in like a day? My house looks like total shit and I need to clean up.”

That was partly true. You also just needed time to mentally prepare yourself at having a person come stay over. It’s been a while.

Plus, it was Anne’s family that technically owned the place you were staying at. They had given you a deal on rent since you were a friend of the family and the house had been sitting empty before you arrived. And you promised to keep the place looking nice, lawn mowed, those types of things.

But you had kind of broken that promise since you’d recently decided to become a hermit. And now you were feeling guilty about it.

After saying your goodbyes, you parted ways with your friend and started your walk home. You did need to pick up a few things for dinner on the way and you had been meaning to check out the bookstore just a few blocks down. They typically had sales on DVDs, and you hadn’t been there in a long time.

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It didn’t take long for you to reach the place, appropriately called “The Book Spot”. Not the most creative name, but you doubt you’d be able to come up with something better.

Immediately upon entering, your eyes narrowed in on the bargain bin in the back. Not really paying attention to the tired teen behind the register giving you a half-hearted “Welcome back,” you made a beeline for your target.

Rummaging through various movie titles like ‘Paul Blart Mall Cop 2’, which you didn’t even know they made a sequel, and obscure romantic comedies from the early 2000s, you finally found something that caught your eye.

You reached out to pick it from the bin, glad your detour home wouldn’t be a total bust.

But then, without warning, a hand grabbed your own.

It was cold, yet somehow still drenched with sweat. It twitched a little bit, before you recoiled back in embarrassment. Your stomach doing flips as you braced yourself to make a run for it and never return to this store. This was about the last thing you needed today.

The owner of the hand looked down at you, arm still in the bin, like he was searching for a movie himself. Yet his eyes were fully fixed on you.

Messy dark brown hair that curled every which way, pale skin, dark brown eyes with heavy bags underneath, a black turtleneck and jeans.

What the hell.

You recognized this guy.

How could you have forgotten that trip to the gas station? Humiliating situations like that practically engraved themselves in your memory. Things that your brain would make sure to remind you of now and again as you tried to fall asleep at night. And this guy had been there to witness it all. You could only hope he didn’t remember.

God, you felt like you were going to throw up.

But hey, this wasn’t your fault, right? If you didn’t know any better, you would say the guy practically stuck his hand in the bin with the intent to grab yours. That’s what it had felt like anyways.

Despite this, the first thing to come out of your mouth was “Sorry.” As if you were to blame. Your brain’s hardwired response to always be polite taking over.

“Duh-don’t worry about it. It’s muh-my fault.” His faced stretched into a grin. Almost too wide in your opinion. There was a white bandage taped to the left side of his mouth that crinkled in protest.

His voice was raspy, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, before he attempted to clear his throat.

“I wasn’t puh-paying attention.” He looked at you expectantly. Eyes raking in your entire form to the point that you could almost feel it.

You didn’t like assuming a person was interested in you in that way… in fact your default was to assume you were just imagining things. The way you tended to carry yourself in public was carefully practiced to hopefully make yourself invisible. It wasn’t exactly a regular occurrence for you to be hit on. And if a stranger did try to flirt with you…. Well… your mind immediately went back to that notorious scene with the gas station cashier. Man, that had been fucking awful.

“No worries, I was just leaving anyways. Found what I was looking for…. And everything….” You trailed off, sticking your hand in the bin again to collect the DVD you had initially spotted. A collector’s edition of ‘The Evil Dead’. A fantastic find considering the rest of the trash in the pile.

“Oh! H-Hey! That’s a guh-good movie!” The man exclaimed. His voice’s sudden change in volume made you flinch a bit. It seemed like he was sort of clueless about how it came across, like he was desperately trying to find a way to keep you there. Unless that’s what he was doing? Again, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Politeness once again taking over, you let a ghost of a smile grace your features. Nothing too major in case you ended up leading him on.

“Yeah, I love Sam Raimi films. He never shy’s away from using the most gruesome special effects. The guy has no fear of censorship.” At the topic of something you knew all about, you continued talking, finding yourself unable to stop your ramble. “You know he got in trouble for initially releasing it unrated? I think they eventually gave it an X rating and it’s still banned in some countries. Great movie if you like body horror.”

You wanted to smack yourself over the head. Why did you just encourage the weird guy to keep talking to you? Fuck. It’s been so long since you talked to someone about an interest of yours that you let yourself become too excited.

But the guy only stared at you, clearly fascinated. His body twitched every now and then. And he rolled his shoulder causing his joint to let out a loud crack in resistance. You couldn’t help but wonder if that hurt him.

Did he have Tourette’s? You’d heard of that before, and you did notice him stuttering earlier. At first you thought he might have just been nervous, but the way his eyes never seemed to leave yours made you think otherwise…

“Sss-so I take it you’re a big fan of scary shit, h-huh?” He mused. There was a weird tone in his voice you weren’t a fan of. “I’ve always liked a guh-good scare. Have any recommendations for me?”

It just occurred to you now how close he had gotten.

When did he invade your personal space? During your little rant? You need to pay more attention to your surroundings, you thought bitterly. Ironic considering the full-on paranoid episode you had been under these past few weeks.

You could practically feel his breath on you. “Sure… I could give you a few suggestions… What kind of horror do you typically like?” You took a couple steps back.

He lifted his hand, rubbing his chin, like it was something he really needed to put thought into. “I guess…” He glanced back down at you, his tone lowering slightly. “A-anything really gory and bloody. The muh-more brutal the better.” He licked his lips, eyes lidded as he gauged your reaction.

“O-oh… okay.” It was funny, normally you would be beaming if someone told you that. Excited at all the possibilities and movies you could share with them that you wouldn’t tell your other friends about. But this guy just gave off bad vibes. Like you wouldn’t be surprised if he watched snuff films or something. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he MADE snuff films.

Again, you hoped you were just being overly cautious. Maybe he was just bad at flirting.

Painfully, woefully, bad at flirting.

“If you’re into body horror and special effects like that… you should take a look at ‘The Thing’, the John Carpenter 1982 version, or maybe ‘The Fly’? The one with Jeff Goldblum in it….” God, you hoped you could leave now. You gave him two good suggestions, surely that should satisfy him. Now you just wanted to get the fuck out of dodge.

“I’ve never been to this stuh-store before, could you shhh-show me where I can find those movies?”

Crap. Of course it couldn’t be that easy. He couldn’t have asked an employee, he had to ask you for some reason.

“Sure… follow me…” You must have looked so tense right now. “I come here a lot, so I pretty much know the place like the back of my hand.” You struggled to make light conversation as you led him a couple aisles over.

Shit, why did the store have to be so empty? It was just the two of you here. Not including the one employee all the way at the other side of the store, completely out of view.

“Sss-so why do you like body horror so much?” The guy asked nonchalantly, breaking the silence that had formed as you searched for the specific movies you promised to find.

Again, his body was dangerously close to yours, brushing against you every so often. You swore he even tried to smell you at one point.

You swallowed thickly. “Well, I guess it’s just cool to look at…” You were starting to sweat, fingers dancing over the titles of different movies, desperate to find what you were looking for quickly. “It’s kind of like, when does a person stop being a person?”

“I like that.” He interjected, a level of seriousness in his voice that didn’t match his earlier whimsical (if you could call it that) attitude.

You hesitantly turned to him, not quite understanding, “Like what?”

“The way you said thuh-that…” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to find the right words. “The way you say things…” He seemed lost for a moment, eyes almost distant, before focusing on you again. “Buh-by the way… I didn’t catch your name?”

You blinked. It was difficult to figure out what this guy’s intentions were. The way he acted was all over the place.

“Well… that’s probably because I never gave it to you…” You chuckled. “My name’s (Y/N)… don’t uhhh… wear it out?”

Fuck that was bad. You should have just said your name like a normal human being instead of cracking some lame jokes. This always happened when you were uncomfortable. Which you were, immensely at the moment.

Still the guy practically beamed with delight watching you struggle through your response.

He reached out his hand. Did he want you to give him a handshake? How weirdly formal.

You hesitantly grabbed his hand to return the gesture.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around your smaller hand, reminding you how much bigger the man was in comparison. His grip was tight, like he didn’t want to let go, wanting to keep you forever trapped in a prison of socially awkward encounters.

“I’m Toby. It’s very nice to meet you (Y/N).” He practically purred out your name. If it was even possible for people to purr.

You shook his hand twice before attempting to release it. Toby slowly moved his hand from yours, but not before gliding a single finger across the palm of your hand, all while maintaining eye contact.

Your body involuntarily shivered. You prayed he didn’t notice and mistake it for meaning something else.

“Hey, I found the movie!” You exclaimed.

Relief washed over you like a tidal wave. It had caught your eye as soon as you looked away from Toby’s piercing stare.

You practically snapped him out of a trance. That seemed to happen if he looked at your face too long without either of you talking. Like he was hypnotized or something.

‘Hypnotized by your beauty perhaps?’ You joked to yourself. The guy was all sorts of strange, you doubt you’d ever be able to understand why he acted the way he did. Not that you wanted to.

You quickly handed off the movie to Toby, ‘The Thing’ was what you ended up finding. If he had wanted to watch the other movie you recommended, too bad. Next time he should ask a person who works there to show him.

You, however, were finally off the hook and could leave.

“Well, bye Toby, it was nice talking to you.” You lied.

About to turn around so you could pay for your things and go, a large hand quickly grabbed your shoulder.

You stopped.

He was gripping you too hard. It almost hurt.

What the fuck.

Probably noticing the way you started to shake, Toby loosened his hold.

“W-wait! Uh… I duh-don’t know how to…” You heard him curse under his breath. “Would it be possible for me to see you again?”

You looked over your shoulder, taken aback to see how his face watched you with a look of sheer anguish. Or was it hopelessness? You weren’t 100% certain. But he looked like a mess. Acting as if he just murdered a puppy.

And even though it went against your better judgement.

How your whole body screamed at you to backhand this man so hard his grandparents would feel it.

To run far away, maybe even change your name.

You found yourself saying, “Sure.”

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callsignbarb · 2 years

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you love me anyway ~ part 1/5

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x oc

Summary: Charlie ‘Parker’ Paulsen got called back to Top Gun, and her uncle, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky, won’t tell her why. But it can’t be all bad when she’s surrounded by more friends than foes.

Word Count: 3.16k

Warnings: swearing, hangman being an ass, i know nothing about the navy or flying a jet, every scene with/about iceman makes me cry, alcohol, pls let me know if i missed something

A/N: i am a sucker for many things, some of them being: friends to lovers, top gun: maverick, and making the title a line that is actually said in the story. so please enjoy this project i’ve been working on since i obsessively watched this movie the second time.

Charlotte Paulsen knocked on the door and stuffed her hands into her denim jacket, scuffing her soles on the pavement as she waited for her aunt to open the door.

She had driven into San Diego just forty minutes ago, called back to Top Gun for a mystery assignment. But that was tomorrow.

Today, she had an important stop to make before she did anything else.

The door groaned open and it wasn’t Sarah who appeared on the other side, but Tom Kazansky himself. He smiled at her dropped jaw.

“I thought you were in a meeting!” Charlie beamed as she threw herself into his arms. She pressed herself into his chest and breathed his familiar cologne in, his arms just as sturdy as they were ten years ago, despite his health declining rapidly.

He pulled away and lifted his hands, signing to her. “Sarah is getting dinner with a friend. And I wouldn’t miss my favorite niece coming to visit.”

“I think you’re just a little biased,” she said back. Tom closed the door behind her as she looked at the pictures in the entryway. “I see you still haven’t updated my picture.”

Said picture had a seven year old Charlie trying to wear her uncle’s fighter pilot helmet, but it completely covered her eyes. All anyone could see was her smile full of missing teeth and the ‘Iceman’ decal on the side.

“Oh, no, I’m never changing it; it’s my favorite picture of you.”

“Mine too.” He motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen. “How have you been?”

He raised his hands again. “Okay. The warmer weather makes it easier, but it’s still difficult.”

She pulled two glasses out of the cupboard and filled them from the fridge. She handed him a glass with a look. “You don’t have to bullshit me, Tom.”

He chuckled, the sound hoarse. “I know better than to try, Charlie.” He pulled some ingredients from the fridge and got out a cutting board and knife, but Charlie shooed him out of the way and took up the tool herself so he could keep his hands free. “How was Italy?”

She smiled and started chopping. “A dream. Good food, complicated missions that made me think, and success stories to tell at the end of the night? I was in paradise.” She tossed the vegetables into the oil he had heating on the stove and sprinkled seasonings over the top of them. “That being said, I am extremely curious why I was called back.”

Tom shook his head and held his hands up in surrender. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

They continued on with dinner, Charlie answering all of Tom’s questions with elaborate stories she knew she’d already told him, but the gleam in his eye and the smile on his face made her tell them again and again.

As the sun started to set, Tom coughed more and more, each one sounding worse than the last, so Charlie stood to leave. He shook his head, insisting he was fine, but Charlie just shrugged. “I have to check in with base, anyway. And I’ll probably stop by the Hard Deck, see who’s around.”

He walked her to the door and pulled her into a tight hug. When she pulled away, her eyes wet, she lifted her hands and signed, “It’s back, isn’t it?”

He sighed, and nodded.

“Is there anything we can do?”

He shook his head.

Charlie nodded, then wiped her tears away. She lifted a foot to step away from the door, but Tom gripped her arms tightly and cleared his throat.

“You are one of the best damn pilots I have ever met. Go out there and show them what I already know.” The words were hoarse, and the effort alone must have been exhausting.

Charlie hugged him tightly again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She walked out to her car and waved at her uncle’s frame still illuminated in the doorway, then drove off to check in at the Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor base.

Once she put her bags away, she walked back out to her car, only to see Neil ‘Omaha’ Vikander in his uniform, also at his car. “Neil!”

His head whipped around and he smiled. “Parker!” He shook his head as she jogged up to him.

“Goin’ to the Hard Deck?”

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“Check it out,” Payback said as he stood. “More badges.”

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Omaha, shit that’s Fritz.”

Fanboy also stood, glancing at Phoenix. “What kind of mission is this?”

Phoenix looked at her fellow aviators and shook her head. “That’s not the question we should be asking. Everyone here is the best there is.” She looked at the other guys around her. “Who the hell are they going to get to teach us?”

Rooster looked between them, then walked over to the jukebox and unplugged it, receiving an uproar across the bar. He took a seat at the piano bench and lovingly stroked the keys before settling down and striking up a song. He glanced up as he started and made eye contact with none other than Charlotte Paulsen as she walked through the door.

And she had a huge smile on her face.

The song rang through the bar, everyone joined in, and as the chorus came up, Charlie stopped in front of the piano and shouted, “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” at the top of her lungs. Bradley smiled, and she continued to dance and sing with the others around the piano.

Phoenix wrapped her arm around her, singing and laughing as they messed up the words. Charlie returned the hug with enthusiasm, a loud, “Nat!” coming out of her mouth.

As Bradley played like a mad man, Charlie grabbed the hand of one of the men hanging close to Natasha and pulled him into a dance. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, then joined in, twirling Charlie right into another uniform.

They reached out and caught her, and her face beamed as she looked at him. “Mickey!”

“Charlie?” He pulled his other friend into their little dance circle, and introduced them quickly. “This is Payback.”

“Reuben.” He stuck out his hand and Charlie shook it, then started dancing with him. “You’re Parker?”

“That’s me.” She finished singing along and clapped with the rest of the bar, then turned back to her first dance partner. “I didn’t get your name.”

“Robert. Bob. Whichever, uh—”

“Charlie. Parker. Whichever,” she teased. “You’re a pretty good dancer, Bob.” “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Natasha came up behind her and pointed at him. “He’s my new backseater.”

“Ah,” Charlie smiled, “you’re a lucky man. Any other badges I should know about?” Phoenix just rolled her eyes and drank her beer. “Jake, got it. Javy, too?” She nodded and Charlie rolled her own eyes. “Sounds about right. At least Javy is here to buffer.”

Two bodies moved into their peripheral, and Phoenix groaned. “Speak of the devil.”

Jake didn’t even acknowledge her, and looked directly at Charlie. “Parker.”

“Bagman.”

“Ooh, so hostile.”

“I generally don’t make friends with people that leave me for dead.”

“Hey, we both made it out alive.”

“Only because I would’ve been discharged if I strangled you in your sleep.”

Coyote laughed behind him and smiled. “It’s good to have you back, Charlie. This is gonna be fun.”

Penny came around the bar and waved her dishrag at the pilots before anything could happen. “Get out of my bar, Lieutenants, god knows you have an early day tomorrow.”

“Thanks Penny!” they simultaneously called out, all twelve aviators shaking off their stupors and leaving the bar. Most of them hopped into their vehicles and started making way for base, but Charlotte hung back, looking up at the stars.

“Find something you’re looking for?”

“The stars are so much brighter overseas.” She looked back down and smiled at Bradley Bradshaw. “But they’re still pretty good out here.”

He smiled back at her, his mustache pulled thin. “Nothing outshines you, Lottie.”

“You always were a shameless flirt.”

“Only with you.” He stepped back and held out his keys. “Want a ride?”

Her hair whipped around in the wind as they drove back to base, Bradley taking all of the long roads to get just a minute more with her.

“How was Italy?”

She smiled softly. “Beautiful. The people, the sea, the food, all of it. The people on base were a little bit awful.” She elbowed him gently. “But it was really nice only having an hour time difference with you.”

He chuckled and elbowed her back. “Much better having you next to me.”

“Agreed.”

The base came into view eventually, and they both showed their badges before being allowed in.

Bradley parked the car and looked over at Charlie. “You ready for this?”

“Sleeping? Absolutely.” He rolled his eyes. “The mission?” She shrugged. “Ready or not, right? I love flying; as long as I get to do that, it doesn’t really matter.” She looked at his white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and touched his shoulder tentatively. “Are you ready for this?”

He shrugged, but all their time apart couldn’t make her forget the way he’d hide the tension he held in his shoulders. “Bringing all of us here makes me nervous for what the mission is.”

“Scared you won’t be able to do it?”

“No,” he immediately answered, shaking his head. “Scared someone won’t come back.”

She couldn’t argue with that.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Charlie walked into the hangar and smiled at the other pilots, then sat down directly beside Bradley, and started pulling her hair back.

Hangman turned and looked at her, a smirk on his face. “Sleep in, Parker?”

“Not all of us need two hours every morning to look semi-decent, Jake.” Tying off her braid, she flashed him a wicked grin. “For some of us it just comes naturally.”

“Attention on deck!”

All of them stood quickly, facing forward, eyes above the heads of the admirals walking in.

“Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.” He looked around the room and nodded at each of the aviators before continuing. “I’m Admiral Bates, Nautical Commander. You’re all Top Gun graduates. The elite — the best of the best.”

Everyone glanced at each other and smiled.

“That was yesterday.”

Their smiles dropped.

“The enemy’s new Fifth Generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.”

Phoenix looked over at Charlie and winked.

“Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

Hangman turned back to look at Rooster. Charlie shifted to lean over and flip him off, but Bradley put a hand on her wrist, holding her off.

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary, and he is considered to be one of the finest this program has ever produced.”

Charlie turned around at the sound of footsteps and watched with wide eyes as their instructor made his way to the front podium.

“What he has to teach you may very well be the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell — call sign: Maverick.”

Or, as Charlie called him growing up:

Uncle Pete.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Maverick dismissed them to get their equipment and head out to the jets, but Charlotte hung back, staring directly into his eyes.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “A phone call goes a long way, Pete.”

“Nice to see you too, Charlie.” He stared right back at her until she eventually rolled her eyes and smiled. He extended his arms and she happily returned his hug. “It’s been a while.”

“I think we can thank the Navy for that one.” She stepped out of his arms, then hit him, right across the bicep. “You still couldn’t have called, let me know it was you?”

“Ow, hey, that’s not my fault, I didn’t know who was in the class.”

“Oh, bullshit, Mav, they definitely told you beforehand.”

He hung his head for a second. “You’re right. And I should’ve called.”

“Damn straight.” She started walking to get her equipment, Pete in tow.

“How’s Tom doing?”

She grabbed her helmet and paused, fingers lightly tapping the black paint job. “I saw him yesterday, stopped by his and Aunt Sarah’s place before coming here. It’s, uh,” she coughed as she choked on her words. “It’s not great.”

“Oh, Charlie, I’m–I’m so sorry.”

She wiped under her eyes and tried to smile, but really only grimaced. “You should really go and see him, he’d love that.”

“Yeah, well,” he slapped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, “I have to kick your ass in this dogfight first.”

“Oh, you can try, Uncle Pete.”

Charlie sat with the other pilots around the radio in the lounge as Reuben, Mickey, and Bradley settled into the sky.

Mav’s voice rang through the radio.

“Good morning, aviators, this is your Captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers. As briefed, today’s exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five thousand feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down, or else.”

“Or else what, sir?” Payback asked.

“Or else I shoot back.”

Charlie could hear the smirk in Pete’s voice.

“If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose.”

Hangman scoffed and said, “This guy needs an ego check.”

Harvard high-fived Yale and said, “We’ll see to that,” then he turned around and threw a hand up for Charlie to hit as well.

“So, what say you we put some skin in the game?” Payback’s voice called out once more.

“What do you have in mind?”

“First plane that gets shot down has to do two hundred push-ups.”

Charlie groaned.

“Guys—” Rooster attempted to stop them.

“That’s a lot of push-ups,” Mav agreed.

Fanboy piped up. “They don’t call it an exercise for nothing, sir.”

Mav agreed far too quickly for Charlie’s liking. “You got yourself a deal, gentlemen. Let’s turn and burn.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and growled, “I’m going to kill them.”

“Worried you’re going to lose, Parker?” Hangman smirked as he looked down at her.

“I’m just counting my lucky stars that I didn’t get paired with you.”

“Sticks and stones, Paulsen.”

“I have considered throwing rocks at you before, how’d you know?”

Bob snorted and Charlie smiled over her shoulder at him.

The dogfight ended very nicely for Maverick. The same could not be said for Rooster, who was facing the asphalt as Hondo monitored his push-ups.

Charlie followed behind Harvard and Yale on the tarmac, but stopped as they passed Fanboy and Payback.

“Are you,” she shoved Reuben, “fucking,” she shoved Mickey, “kidding me? Two hundred push-ups?”

“We thought—”

“You’re both dead to me.” They rolled their eyes as her own shined with half-baked hatred. “If I have to do these push-ups, I will be putting you both in an early grave.”

Mickey smiled. “Good luck up there, Parks.”

She smiled back. “Thanks.”

As she, Harvard, and Yale got above the hard deck, Pete’s voice came through the comms.

“Fresh faces, nice to see you guys. You can thank Fanboy and Payback for your impending torture.”

“I think you mean your impending torture, sir,” Harvard called back.

“We’ll see about that.” His jet shot up between them, scaring the shit out of all three pilots. “Fight on!”

Charlie immediately dropped her jet and started skimming the hard deck, Harvard and Yale on her tail.

“Mind sharing your thought process, Parker?”

“I try not to think while I’m up here, Yale,” she confessed. “Some old man told me it should be all instinct.”

Mav didn’t make any sound, but she could feel his eyeroll all the way in her own cockpit.

“Going up.” She shot up, and used the new time to check behind them for Maverick. And of course, found nothing. “Shit, he’s on our bellies.”

“How can you see that?”

“Process of elimination: if he’s not behind, he‘s in front.”

She leveled the plane and immediately banked right, while Yale successfully went left, hoping to split Mav’s attention and open himself up for a shot.

He went after Yale.

“Parker, you might wanna start thinking,” Harvard called out, trying to weave and dodge Mav’s gun lock.

“On my mark, pop. Got it?”

“What? Where the hell are you, Parker?”

“You might want to get closer, Parker,” Maverick called out. “I’m closing in on your wingman.”

“I can see that,” she said back. “But you’re right where I want you.”

“Parker—”

“I’m getting closer—”

“Parker, I swear to god—”

“Now.”

“Fuck!” Yale shouted, but popped the jet into a steep climb.

Parker started climbing as well, but halfway up, maneuvered her jet to start falling instead.

Right into Maverick.

“Parker—”

She wiggled the joystick until she locked her sights on his jet.

But not fast enough.

“That’s tone.”

She groaned as she dropped her jet under Mav’s, avoiding his jet wash and getting her closer to base.

“Fancy flying there, Parker,” he complimented as he pulled his plane beside hers, Harvard and Yale on her other side, getting tone seconds after she did. “Go see Hondo about your push-ups.”

She cursed Mickey and Reuben through every, “Up,” and, “Down,” Hondo called out.

But it pleased her probably a little too much when she saw Jake get down on the asphalt after his own dogfight. Even if Natasha and Bob had to do them too.

After the last flight of the day, Charlie walked back outside to look for Bradley, only to find him sitting beneath his jet, the California sun beating down on him.

“Hey.” She sat down beside him, resting her forearms on her knees. “You mind telling me what the hell is going on between you and Pete?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t pull that shit with me.” He tried to shake her off, turning away from her. “Hey.” She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. “I’m always going to worry about you. Whether we’re in grade school and you scraped your knee riding bikes, or we’re in different time zones and you’re calling me in the middle of the night, or you have unspoken beef with our instructor. Talk to me, B.”

His eyes softened and he very subtly leaned into her hand, letting her fingers cool off his burning skin. “He pulled my papers.”

“What?”

“Maverick. He pulled my application to the Naval Academy. Set me back four years.”

Charlie balked. She hadn’t known about any of this — not from Pete, Tom, or Bradley himself.

“Why would he do that?”

He just looked up at the sky and sighed. “I have no clue.”

She sat with him in silence before she asked quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” he sighed, “I didn’t want you to hate him. When I found out, it was right after Tom’s diagnosis, your support system was wearing thin, so I… didn’t tell you.” He looked back at her with a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, and let the sound of F-18s fill the air. “Thanks for telling me now.” Then she stood and stuck out her hand. “C’mon.” Bradley took it, finally getting up. “God, Bradshaw, you smell.”

He scoffed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Four hundred push-ups will do that to you.”

“Ew, gross, Bradley, get off me!” She shoved him away and tried to run, but he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. “Rooster!”

“Have to be quick if you’re going to insult me, Parker.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me anyway.” He set her down just outside of the building, and she elbowed him in the ribs.

“Yeah, I really do.”

Part 2

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I posted 279 times in 2022

That's 219 more posts than 2021!

240 posts created (86%)

39 posts reblogged (14%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@corvase

@novelbear

@littlewhispersofsolitude

I tagged 254 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#writing prompts - 141 posts

#otp prompts - 140 posts

#imagine your otp - 137 posts

#otp writing - 134 posts

#writeblr - 119 posts

#prompt list - 116 posts

#request - 111 posts

#otp - 71 posts

#romance prompts - 61 posts

#fluff prompts - 52 posts

Longest Tag: 49 characters

#i'll answer what i can (if not tooo personal lol)

My Top Posts in 2022:

some more domestic fluff prompts

scenarios:

lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie

waking their partner up for work when they notice their alarm didn’t go off

alternatively: allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest.

one waking up before the other, so they make up their side of the bed and can’t help but tuck in their sleeping lover as they do so.

giving the other a spoonful of the meal they're cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls.

one is sick, so the other heats up a blanket in the dryer to give it to them while they rest on the couch.

listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)

calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury.

wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself

smiling across the table when their cheeks are full of food and look quite cute.

dialogue:

“can you turn the heat on? i’m getting cold...”

“you were talking about that table there being a little...bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.”

“stop singing into the broom and hurry so we can watch this movie!”

“you always fall asleep halfway into the episode.”

“move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.”

“sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.”

“i know we had it for dinner last night, but...” *sighs* “the things i do for you.”

“did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah.” “love, my phone was in there!”

“come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both...”

“i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better...”

3,322 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

sleepy dialogue for your otp

"getting sleepy, aren't we?"

"i'm...m'up i swear."

"you're blurring your words together, time for bed."

"this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."

"love, wake up..."

"we're here, come on."

"how long was i out?"

"babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

"you're putting me to sleep...stop."

"you look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

"do we have to get up?"

"five more minutes."

"shhh...stop fighting and get some rest."

"twenty minutes?" "fine..."

"you look adorable even in your sleep."

"you're so warm."

"well good evening, nice of you to join us."

"babe, are you up?"

"i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no."

"goodnight, love."

3,583 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

some sleepy scenarios

## since you all seemed to enjoy the sleepy dialogue prompts~

tracing your lover's features as they sleep

trying to count the freckles on your partner's cheeks when they're asleep

waking up with their legs over yours as they're stretched out and comfortable

taking pictures after finding your lover dozing peacefully while bundled up in blankets

running fingers through their hair as they snooze against your shoulder

feeling their fingers run through your hair while they lull you to sleep

napping on the couch together

hearing them snore a little for the first time

maybe the snoring is small, quiet and you can't help but giggle since it's kind of cute

or maybe it's quite loud and you realize you plan to spend the rest of your life with this

seeing that they're finding a hard time finding a comfortable position so you pull them into your arms

being annoyed because it's extremely hot out and they insist that they cuddle that night

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

sleepy kisses peppered all over their face

seeing them pout or scrunch their nose a little in their sleep

needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up

they're sick and finally fall asleep sprawled out on the sofa ..meaning you can sit for a few minutes yourself

apologizing when you call them and hear their deep, sleepy voice answer

pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late

trying not to laugh too loud when you discover they talk in their sleep and say some very questionable things

4,653 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

the little things - romantic gestures i love

massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day

cupping their cheeks

random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot

kisses on the cheeks

kisses on the tip of their nose

or on their upper lip/cupids bow

playing with their fingers

reading with them

taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.

fixing their hair for them

pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside

linking arms

tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around

knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen

recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it

gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close

pulling each other into the warmest hugs

dancing together for the first time

letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it

giving them a bite of your food

brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror

resting your head on their shoulder

4,719 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"show, don't tell" - other ways to say "i love you"

good morning/good night texts

pulling the other into a random embrace

“this reminded me of you”

complimenting the features you love most about you lover

going to hold hands in a stressful situation

holding their hands in general

“tell me about your day.”

saving their name as something cute in your phone

taking pictures of each other on dates, telling the other how beautiful they are

“i’m here for you.��

doing a chore/task that you know they don’t enjoy doing

calling just to hear their voice

running some errands for them when they’re sick

bombarding them with blankets, tea, heating pads, and anything else they’d need when injured/under the weather

knowing the medicines they’d usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed

getting lost in their eyes

reminding them how lucky you are to have them

peppering kisses all over

or going in for one passionate kiss that just says it all

cupping their cheek

wiping their tears when they cry

“you’re my everything.”

“let me know what you need, alright?”

7,356 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #damn 7k notes on that first post i had no clue.#thank you guys for a wonderful year <3

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Unplanned Events (Part 6)

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Angst, complicated emotions, reality, mentions of weight

Comments: I am on a roll right now. Han is such a cute lovable bean and I just want everyone to know that I do believe that despite what you might read. 😂

Summary: In an unfortunate turn of events, you are alone in the big city for the weekend of your SKZ concert. Unsure of what is safest for you and what you should do, your weekend takes a second unexpected turn when you run into your bias Han Jisung at the park.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 7.5 / Part 8

You hadn’t realized how cold you were until your flannel was laid across you. “How long have I been out here?” You asked the nervous man that sat a few feet away without looking at him.

“Ten minutes ish. I grabbed your bag too.” The silence that hung was uncomfortable as you both had your thoughts running rampant. “I already left cash for the food inside. You are free to leave if that’s what you would like.”

You felt so sick to your stomach. Every fiber of your being was tugging you in opposite directions.

One side was telling you that you should just leave and go back to your car. It’s not like anyone was looking for you. You just hadn’t checked into your Air BNB yet and wanted to get settled for the long weekend alone.

The other part of you was saying to stay with Han. He’s not a bad guy at all. He’s amazing to say the least. You could still hang out with him for the night. You just needed to decide where the boundary was set and if he was comfortable with that.

“I don’t know what I want, Han.”

“Well, I can’t make that decision for you. I know that I was coming on too strong for you, but if you did want to stay with me longer, I promise to hold back and be your friend.”

You knocked your head lightly against the brick wall and looked up into the setting sky. It was growing dark already due to the winter season. The buildings cascading over top of everything made it that much darker.

“Han… The intensity of everything has really taken all of the energy out of me. I don’t want to be in public anymore. But I don’t want to be alone.” You felt the tears shift loose as you peered at him for the first time since he tried to kiss you. He looked so conflicted when he looked back at you.

“How can I help?”

“Stay with me.”

“Okay. Okay… I will stay. But we can’t stay here.”

“I just want tk do something low key. But I’m hungry.”

He pondered a reasonable response. The first thought that came to his head did not seem fully reasonable, but it’s the only thing he could give you that Soo and Jay would allow. And even then, they may put up a fight.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and you can say no,” Han shifted slightly to make himself more comfortable on the concrete, “But there is always the hotel. We could watch a movie, eat pizza, or maybe play on Yongbok’s switch if he’ll let me borrow it.”

You got wide eyed at the thought of going back to the hotel where all of the boys were at, “Are you going to have the guys over too?”

“I can mention it to them if you want. If you don’t want them we can try and be the secret agents we were meant to be tonight and sneak in without Chan catching on.”

You let out a small smile at the mention of being spies still. Did you want to meet all of them? I mean, of course you did. But could your brain handle all of that? The fact that you are semi sane in the presence of Han Jisung is a gift in itself.

There’s also the part about being in Han’s hotel room. Has he ever done this thing before? Picked up someone and brought them back to his room? Would he tell you if he had?

He said he would respect the friend boundary and you don’t know how to approach his prospect without sounding suggestive or suggesting he would try something.

“No funny business, right?”

“I swear on my career that I won’t try to make a move on you.” Hand over his heart and a serious face with a smile in his eyes. You were really considering this craziness.

“You can still be your friendly self, just tone down the flirting, huh?” You clarified where you stood,” I still want you to be the dork that everyone loves.”

He shone his signature toothy grin again and you felt at ease. He looked down at his phone that was buzzing and picked it up. He spoke quickly and after a few sentences he hung up and looked back at you. “Jay called an Uber XL to pick us up from here. You are welcome to come with us back to the hotel. I’m going to order pizza for myself now too.”

“Fiiiine, I guess I’ll do it for the pizza.” You smiled at the happiest quokka you’ve ever seen and he was so giddy to hear you agree to continue the fun. “I want to kick your ass at Mario Kart too so tell Felix you’re borrowing his switch.”

“On it! What do you like on pizza?” You confirmed your likes and dislikes for toppings as you two ordered your pizza. You scooted next to him to look at the menu options and clarify the toppings he didn’t recognize.

While he was getting his sides and drinks, you leaned in quickly to him and pecked him on the cheek. He stopped everything. Quokka.exe has stopped working.

“That was for you being sweet and respecting my boundaries. And I told you to let it happen naturally.”

He blushed and kept his face aimed at his screen as to not do anything or say something stupid. He looked like he could burst into full on Hannie mode at any point. But the man was being considerate about keeping it low key for you now.

“Felix said he was dropping it off in my room now”

“Even if we don’t invite the guys over, just knowing that they’re hanging out around me is already making me nervous. I think if I met Hyunjin I would actually faint.”

“Hey! Why would you faint?”

“He’s so ungodly pretty!”

“But what about me? You didn’t faint in front of me? Am I not pretty enough?” You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was making himself frown.

“You’re handsome. It’s different. Hyunjin is prettier than every woman on this earth and it isn’t fair. He puts us all to shame.”

He tsked as he submitted the order and waved down the other two men that had exited the door twenty feet away, “He is not prettier than you. I would fight anyone that disagrees.”

“You’d fight me?”

“Wait- what? No! Stop that right now. If I have boundaries I can’t cross then so do you. You cant best yourself up in front of me. Okay?”

You didn’t realize you had said that many things for him to decide that was a stipulation he wanted to add. “Ok” was all you could say as you tried to not say anything else on the matter.

Jay grabbed Han to lift him to his feet, and Soo did the same for you. They seemed a little miffed with Han, probably because you were coming back with them and they weren’t fully on board.

The Uber picked you up and it took about ten minutes to get to the bougie hotel they were staying at. You had assumed it would be nice, but not this ritzy.

The chandelier in the main lobby was massive. And it had to be to fill the space of the 30 foot ceiling entryway. The black and gold designs were sleek and mysterious. And there seemed to be a bar on a second level above the front desk.

You and Han did not look like you belonged. Just two oddballs in their unique outfits. The guard near the elevator looked questionably at you. But once he saw Han he went back to checking out the lobby for anything suspicious. That’s pretty cool.

The four of you entered the elevator that dinged after Han scanned a card. Soo and Jay got off on the 10th floor while Han scanned a card again before pressing 28.

“Wow this seems pretty secure. Scan to get on and scan to go to your floor. Have you guys ever had anything go wrong?”

“Oh for sure. People can do crazy stuff.” The elevator stopped and you walked with Han and turned to the right. There were more guys in all black posted randomly around the floor. “That’s why JYP hired more guys. No one gets off the elevator without someone seeing them.” He nodded at one of them and they returned the motion.

“I think they’re acting tough right now because you’re with me. Normally they’re chit chatting about whatever Kdrama we’re all watching.” You laughed so hard that the guys looked at you in question. Thankfully, Han had mostly whispered it to keep them from trying to defend themselves.

“Wait, are the guys in some of the other rooms?”

“Yeah! They’re somewhere on the floor.”

You immediately started fixing your outfit to make sure you looked presentable just in case they came out here while you were walking to his room. There was no saving the disarray your hair was in, due to the wind and leaning against that brick wall earlier.

Han stopped at one of the doors and froze in thought before badging in, “Stay here for a second. I want to make sure I haven't left my underwear out anywhere.” You rolled your eyes but waited as nonchalantly as you could in the middle of the hall, while also fearing for your life. At any second someone could come out and question you. At least Chan and Changbin know of your existence and have seen you sing so they would probably approach you immediately.

Not even ten seconds after, Jisung was back from his room and let the door slam behind him, causing a loud echo through the hall. “ Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” He pulled his phone out of his rear pocket and started searching through what looked like his messages. Before you could even speak he started running his hands harshly through his hair and scurried in a different direction.

You followed blindly and tried to keep up with his fast pace, “Where are you going? What's wrong?”

He knocked on a different room door and was greeted with Chan, who looked at him surprised, but then noticed you and immediately drew in a breath to say something. Han pushed him into his room before anything could be said and you were left in the hall alone once again.

You strolled back and forth while waiting impatiently for someone to tell you what was going on. Why was he talking to Chan and what were they saying? Oh, and why did Chris have to look so goddamn good even in just a black t-shirt and no makeup. He literally took your breath away when he drew his in and you were glad you weren’t given the opportunity to speak to him in fear of just making some terrifying squeaky noises.

Instead of waiting more in the hall, you went back over to room 2815 which had been Han’s room. You were too vulnerable out there in the open. Anyone could walk by still. The guy that was sitting closest to his room was looking at his phone, but you approached him nonetheless.

“Hi, sorry, I’m y/n. I know you saw me walking with Han. Could you let me in? I need to pee really bad?” He immediately had concern written on his face and searched his pocket for the right card to get you in. It wasn’t a lie though; you did have to pee!

He walked up to the door and tapped the card on the handle to finally give you entry. All the lights were off and the privacy curtains were drawn which gave the room a shadowed appearance.

The room smelled floral, which you had not expected after his woodsy and minty smell you had sniffed out throughout your adventures. The light switch was placed oddly far from the door so you walked in hoping you didn’t trip over the offending underwear he had mentioned. You still weren’t sure if he had been joking.

When you reached the switches you flipped four all together since you weren’t sure which would go to the different parts of the room.

As soon as your eyes adjusted to the bright lights you were face to face with something that shook you to your core. You ran into the bathroom before the waterworks broke out.

Han left his leader’s domain to find you and warn you about what was in his room. When he had returned to the neutral zone he was surprised to see you weren’t there. Was there a bathroom you had gone to? Maybe you were sitting on the couch outside the elevators.

He checked the mini lobby off the elevator to see you weren’t there. And that’s when he was getting concerned. He had only been in there for five minutes or so to talk to Chan. He went to the guards and asked if they’d seen you.

One of them notified him that he had escorted her into his room to use the restroom. He remained stoned-faced, but internally he was screaming ‘Fuck fuck fuck…’ again.

He knocked on his own door before entering. All the lights were on. There was no way she could’ve missed it. The door was shut to the toilet so she must be in there. That’s when he heard the sniffles on the other side of the door.

“Y/n? I need to talk to you. Please open the door when you're ready.”

“Really? You think? What the fuck is that, Han?”

@lyramundana 🙃

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 7.5 / Part 8

#things are still not good apparently #don’t come for me #i love hannie #unplanned events #stray kids #skz #i love him #han jisung #loml #bystay #hannie #han gif #i love stray kids #love of my liiiiiiiiife

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f1-birb · 1 year

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14 for Mick/Lando <3

Tweaked this slightly to send me a ship and I'II tell you:

1. Which one is the better cook

Mick. Lando can cook very basic things, like fried egg on toast, a pizza in the oven, those packet rices that take two minutes in the microwave, but Mick is much happier in the kitchen and while he's no chef, he can whip up some nice meals for meal prepping since they both work shifts

2. What their love letters look like

Lando's very blunt, he doesn't wax poetry but he is very free and open with "love you" and "miss you" and he often sends Mick pictures or memes that he thinks he'll like or just because he was thinking about Mick when he saw it

Mick's a little more eloquent, his texts tend to be longer and a bit more flowery, but the underlying point is much the same as Lando's - "I love you", "saw this and thought of you", "can't wait to see you once you're off your shift" - they both definitely lean more towards actions over words

3. What they do on date night

It's difficult for them to properly plan date nights, they both work weird shift patterns and either could be called in on short notice, so they try to keep on top of schedules as much as possible so when the stars align and they both have time off at the same time they can do something. They like activities and they're very competitive, so things like bowling or mini-golf or go-karting are fun for them. They're both also just as happy stopping in and ordering in food, making a cozy blanket nest and snuggling while watching a movie

4. How many kids they'll have

Lando's an only child and Mick's one of two, so they agree that if they have kids they'd like at least two, but Mick would like three

5. How they decorated their bedroom

They don't live together yet, but Lando's at Mick's more nights than not when he's not on shift, so hints of Lando have definitely made their way into Mick's spaces. Mick has a fairly neutral room, soft grey walls and carpet, and a not quite navy feature in an alcove. The curtains are navy and so is the bedding, and the rest of the furniture (bedside tables, wardrobe, chest of drawers) is a darker grey. The wardrobe has a full length mirror as one of the doors, and Mick has some shelves up to hold books and knickknacks. He cleared some spaces for Lando's things both on the shelves and in drawers/the wardrobe, but his favourite thing is how Lando without fail lines up their slippers next to one another in front of the wardrobe

6. Which one is the worse driver

Neither of them are bad drivers but both will argue that they're better

7. What they argue about

it's either extremely serious discussions or bickering over the stupidest of things. They had a very serious conversation about perceived reckless behaviour on the job (on several occasions this has had to happen, for both of them) but they've also had arguments over video games, household chores and one time Lando was incredibly offended over the way Mick chose to eat his KitKat

8. Which one swears more

Lando, it's an unfortunate effect of practically growing up at the station. Mick rarely swears because he gets a disappointed look from Seb, he only does on occasion, like when he's really angry or upset

9. What their first impression was of each other

The first time they meet, Lando's just been given some heavy duty painkillers that take a while to kick in. Mick thinks Lando is cute but the main focus is doing his job and taking Lando's statement. Once that's done, and the meds kick in, he thinks Lando's attempts at flirting are incredibly endearing

Lando thinks Mick's very attractive but he knows and hopes that the meds don't take away his brain to mouth filter once they kick in. Again, initially everything is very professional, and then the statement is done and noted down and the meds loosen the grip he has on not saying something dumb

10. What they do for their anniversary

Mick surprises Lando with a trip away, it's nothing fancy since he knows Lando doesn't like too much fuss, so he books them into a little cottage by the seaside with some nice coastal walks and pubs, ice cream places and some activities they'd do as date night. He also makes sure the cottage has a garden and he's delighted to find they also have a hammock

Lando surprises Mick with a present which they'd agreed they weren't doing, but while they're sitting on the beach watching the sunset, he gives Mick a chain that has a little disk with the station number on it. It matches the one they all wear, and Mick could cry when Lando says it's because Mick will always have a place with them, and it means Lando will always try to come back, because the station is home and now so is Mick

11. What nicknames they call each other

Lando will call him Mick, Mickolas, babe or shnuckums to be annoying

Mick calls Lando Lan, baby, schatz and on occasion when talking about Lando to their friends 'my feral little gremlin'

12. What they would change about each other

Sappy as it sounds, they really wouldn't change much at all. Lando is still longing for the day Mick just snaps and goes off at an asshole instead of somehow managing to be polite all the time, and Mick wishes Lando could be a little less self-critical

I've taken a couple out (one purely because it was too sad to think about) and I've done this as firehouse au, hope that's okay 😅

#send me a ship #firehouse au #mickdo #mick/lando #lainersson #birb speaks

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killerandhealerqueen · 9 months

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No no, you can ask away! I love answering stuff like this.

Majority of these will be Killer and Healer characters but there are three from CSI: Miami

1. Jiang Yuelou

Oh, my angry police chief who just needs a fucking break. He's such a little shit/gremlin and also a bitch when he wants to be and I love characters like that. I love bitchy, sassy characters and he's just so...god. I also like him because while he puts up this tough bitch persona, deep down he is a deeply traumatized man who just wants to be loved and even though he puts on an air of "i don't give a fuck" this man...this man gives all the fucks. All the fucks are given with him. And I love that about him.

2. Chen Yuzhi

My beloved doctor. This man is just so kind and good and always sees the best in people and he's someone that I want to emulate. I want to always try to see the best in people and I want to help everyone, no matter their background/past. This man wears his heart on his fucking sleeve and he's just such a good person. And he, like Jiang Yuelou, gives all the fucks. He's just...I love him, alright?

3. Horatio Caine

I've been rewatching CSI: Miami recently and he's a lot like Jiang Yuelou, a bitch and a sarcastic little shit but my god does he try to get justice for the victim and the victim's family, especially when it comes to kids. God, he's so gentle and kind around children and yeah. I like him a lot

4. Ryan Wolfe

He was always my favorite in CSI: Miami. He, Horatio, and Eric (who's next on my list). I like him because he, like Horatio, is a sarcastic little shit and a bit of a bitch and I swear to god the show threw fucking everything at him but he took it all in stride and his character growth was just...yes. He grew up from being this cute, bright-eyed bushy-tailed beat cop to a competent CSI who could fucking kick ass. Even though Calleigh was the day shift supervisor, it was always him, Eric, and Horatio. Those three

5. Eric Delko

Again, he's a sarcastic little shit and I like him because he, like Ryan, went through a lot of character growth. Could I have done without the romance between him and Calleigh? Yeah because I think he and Ryan had better chemistry than him and Calleigh but that's just me. Anyways, I like him because who doesn't like Adam Rodriguez and because he has a strong sense of justice and gets pissy when the system allows people who should get caught get off scott free and he's just like me fr

6. Chu Ran

Chu Ran my beloved. The only female reporter that I don't fucking hate and do you know how many female reporters I fucking hate? A lot. I like her because she don't need no man, she's good at her fucking job, she's fearless, has a kind heart...and is over all just a good person. One of the best female characters I've ever had the pleasure of watching on screen and I need more characters written like her

7. Zhan Junbai

Yes he's a villain but I don't care. He's a classy bitch who, when not listening to his fucking cunt of an uncle, is a rather kind person who just wants to listen to opera and live his life with Yu Tangchun. And while yes he's a villain, he's a smart villain. You don't think he's a villain till it's revealed and you're just staring at the screen like you son of a bitch. You had me fooled. I like a villain with brains and style and this bitch has both

8. Yu Tangchun

I love him because 1) he's pretty (he's so fucking pretty my fucking god) and 2) he's cunning. It's why he and Zhan Junbai are perfect for each other because they're both cunning bitches who put on "airs" of innocence when they ain't so fucking innocent. But he's also a good friend to both Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi and the best big brother to Zining. He's a complicated character but god do I love him

9. Song Rong

Song Rong, my beloved. Honestly, he's the best wingman fucking ever as well as the best subordinate. He trusts Jiang Yuelou explicitly as well as Chen Yuzhi because if Jiang Yuelou trusts him then fuck, Song Rong's gonna trust him too. And like I said, best wingman, fucking president of the Yuezhi fanclub. And he cares. My fucking god does he care.

10. Bai Jinbo

The dad to end all dads. This man fucking stepped up when Jiang Yuelou's father basically fucked off and died from an opium overdose and took Jiang Yuelou in, when he didn't have to, and raised him as his own fucking son. Did he let Jiang Yuelou down in the end? Yes, but we don't talk about that, we only talk about the good things and this man was a good fucking dad. Who cared a fucking lot about Jiang Yuelou

Thank you for asking! I enjoyed doing this!

#sass answers #adine edition

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Ok, so I got tagged by @dsudis @tj-dragonblade @issylra and @landwriter, thank you so much guys for thinking of me!! <3

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Ok so this is newest to oldest.

yesterday is but today's memory (tomorrow is today's dream)

About the past I can say very little. Something fell down from the sky, glass, metal, bits… squashing me. And then - nothing. A blank. Eventually the sun will set and this universe will run down like a toy spring is unwound. Then there’ll be no more music, no more loops, nothing to recreate, no buildings to renovate, no people to rehearse how to freeze, how to move. For now though the clouds will part and something will fall down - turning, returning, heading back, getting nearer. Here I am, reborn and waiting. Again. (The first lines are actually quoted from the movie Remainder with only a slight adjustment on my part, but these are the first lines, so...)

2. Flatter the mountain tops

Dream smells the humans before he hears them. They are coming up the mountain, a dozen of them. He stiffens and stretches his limbs. He’d been asleep a long time and only awoke a day ago because he felt hungry. He had refused to move immediately though. He rarely sees the need to do anything quickly. There is always time, after all. Now the scent of the approaching humans sours his slow awakening and forces him to get up.

3. Be my Valentine (a coda to Storms of Life)

Hob sighed as he pulled another colorful card out of a sepia envelope. It was one of several Adam had brought him this morning with a cheeky grin. Hob sat the card on the mantelpiece with the others and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. There was a rustling of cloth behind him as he prepared the tea. “What is the meaning of this?”

4. Pull down the stars

Hob dreams. He thinks so, at least. His dreams always have a certain soft feeling to it, the lack of sharp edges or certain stimuli, like he’s watching himself from inside his body and through another layer of skin, making everything muffled and quieter than when he is awake. So when he steps through the blackness that surrounds him and marvels at the feeling of being in a hall of huge dimensions but without actually seeing or hearing anything, he is pretty sure he’s dreaming. As his eyes adjust to the darkness he sees that there are stars under his feet and in the dark around him. Is he in space? He’s not wearing a spacesuit though and the floor under his feet is hard. He realises that the lights under his feet are reflections of the galaxies above him. Awed he continues onwards, slowly, watching the lights. Two stars shine brighter than the others. He heads their way, keeping his eyes on their white glow. One cannot reach the stars by walking.

5. A Friendly Heart

Dream of the Endless sat on the stairs of his throne and mulled over the last reports he had received. The dreamers were acting strange lately. Nightmares thrived more than usual, finding new and awful inspiration in their host’s minds. Additionally the dreamers seemed to grow in number, filling all the places of the Dreaming. He had heard many a voice asking him to create new places for sleepers to go because the dreams were overflowing with them. As if there were more and more humans, craving sleep… A hoarse throat was cleared loudly and Dream sighed wearily. “The audience has ended for today, Mervyn. I will receive no-one else.” “Boss, actually, I think you’ll want to receive this one.”

6. The Storms of Life

"Fuck!" Hob swears loudly as his stranger's back fades into the dark. "Fuck fuck fuck!" He spins around, walks back in the direction of the Inn, then turns again and hurries after him, but when he rounds the corner his stranger is nowhere to be found. Hob rakes his fingers through his hair and lets out a frustrated whine. "No no no... Please come back. I didn't...I just..." He stops himself begging the empty street for answers and heaves a shuddering sigh. A scraping sound makes him turn but there is no-one to be seen. Dejected he makes his way back to the Inn. He still has to settle the bill. Might as well have another drink or three.

7. November - Your frozen hands are so much like mine

Winter has come to London, in mostly rain and slush rapidly turning to mud. Real snow is a rarity these days. So when Hob wakes up to light from his window that he distinctly associates with daylight on snow, he is grinning before he has even sat up in bed. The snow is a measly thing, barely covering the ground, but Hob is elated nonetheless, especially because it is still snowing, and continues throughout the whole day. His colleagues and pupils are less enthusiastic, grumbling about the weather messing with transport and how it’s too early in the year to be this cold. Hob disagrees and joyfully goes about his day at school. When he finally calls it a day in the late afternoon and steps out into the brisk air he inhales deeply, still smiling. It’s getting dark fast but Hob takes his time on his walk home, enjoying the clear cold air and the scrunch of thinly iced over snow under his shoes. When he nears the New Inn he spots a tall dark shape loitering in the twilight under the tree opposite. His smile blooms into a grin again and he gives a shy wave with one hand. The man under the tree slowly lifts his hand in a gesture of greeting.

8. October - Full of the Love You Want

Dream stands outside the New Inn and stares in through the window, watching the man sitting at the table in the corner, bowed over paperwork. Dream is trying to compose himself and has been doing so for several minutes. It is a heady feeling, to have the love of Hob Gadling. Dream knows he has it. The knowing is almost unbearable. He had known the other man’s regard for him had always been high, and had outgrown simple friendly appreciation by 1789 at the latest. Yet, after their abrupt parting in 1889 – all Dream’s fault, he is not too proud to admit – and his subsequent absence, he would not have been surprised if Hob’s feelings for him had abated or changed into something less fond.

9. Tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy

The Lord of the Dreaming returns to his castle and to his rooms. He didn’t want to end the evening with Hob so early, but for his safety it is the wiser choice. He acknowledges his feelings grudgingly. Talking, nay, bantering with Hob…it has been amusing, pleasant… and he did not wish to leave. He hopes the man did get home safely. Dream steps up to a mirror in his room and with a flick of his finger the mirror is showing him Hob Gadling. He is alone in a bedroom. So he did get home safely. Dream sighs.

10. Spiritstalker

Listen. Hob Gadling dreams. He is in a dark stone basement. Moonlight through a skylight far above illuminates a broken glass sphere, large enough to hold a man. There is a creature inside it, crouching between shards of glass. Hob steps closer, fascinated. The creature looks like a man, yet is not. Its limbs are impossibly long, its skin is white as marble and stretched tightly over visible bones. Its face is a face Hob has beheld only a handful of times but would know how to draw with his eyes closed, if he had any talent for such things.

So! These are all pretty long, sorry but I felt cutting it off shorter would sound weird! I'm sure everyone I know has been tagged, anyway I tag @moorishflower @pellaaearien @dancinbutterfly @delta-pavonis @violetequus8 and @maybemalapert

#asks #first line tag game #tag game #own writing #the sandman fanfiction

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imaginethat0327 · 9 months

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Get to know us!

Hey everybody! IJustLiveHere and I decided it might be kinda nice to share some info about us, so we can all be a little more personal with each other. We each made a little list of stuff we thought might be kinda fun to share :D

ImagineThat 🦜:

21 years old, pronouns she/her

Lives in the USA

Loves to sing, and enjoys pretty much all genres of music (from the Oh Hellos to the All-American Rejects, from cinematic instrumental to rap :D)

I’m an ENFJ and an Enneagram 9. My top love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

Likes: Chocolate, coffee, sunshine, animals (especially cats and birds!), talking with people, having long, complex conversations, encouraging others, drawing (mostly digital art), all types of food (Italian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Greek, Halal, Indian, American, Mexican…. It goes on and on), Christmas (THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR), sharing my interests with other people, and watching movies (All the movies, all the movie quotes, lets goooo.)

Dislikes: Sweet potatoes, most types of squash, mushrooms, disrespect towards others (HUGE pet peeve, especially when it’s directed towards parents or elders), bugs (unless in a documentary), rudeness, hypocrites, cold temperatures, unnecessary/over-the-top gore or crass language (unless I’m writing Bakugo or a character for which swearing is normal for them), horror films (they give me nightmares. I like a good psychological thriller, though) being ignored or otherwise deemed unimportant *sad face*, upsetting others.

Fav Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Stranger Things, How to Train Your Dragon (films), Lord of the Rings (films and books), Owl House, Avatar the Last Airbender, Star Trek TNG and DS9, Disney (especially pixar, but like the older movies cause the most recent ones are sorta meh), Marvel (not as much any more, gotta admit, although Guardians of the Galaxy 3 SLAPPED) and Hermitcraft

Other fun stuff: I have a fairly big family, two dogs, and I’ve moved seven times in my life. I’ve traveled to nearly every US state and several other countries. I know how to passibly juggle, was once on a swim team (my record for breath holding about 4-5 years ago was 2 minutes!), and I rode horses for a while. My personal mission statement for life is to fight cynicism and negative views, always try to be open-minded and wise, and to always keep improving myself.

IJustLiveHere 🍓:

20, she/they

Based in the USA

I’m a theater person, and love both acting and working behind the scenes. (Like ImagineThat, I also appreciate all music genres)

INFP and Enneagram type 2. My top love languages are Physical Touch and Quality Time, although I appreciate all of them in my own way

Likes: Video games, dnd (playing and streams), sweet things, watermelon (my favorite fruit -despite what my sona may tell you- and I can eat entire melons in one sitting), snow, pretty much all animals, baking, platonic displays of affection, getting clear directions about something, talking about things I love, and listening to people rant about things they’re passionate about

Dislikes: Horror films (I’m really squeamish unless it’s animated or drawn, and spook super easily), pork and things that sneak food dye into it (allergic and makes me sick), the sun (also makes me sick), hot temperatures (haha makes me sick too), making on the spot decisions, and watching things that give me second-hand embarrassment

Fav Fandoms - Anime/Manga: One Piece, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Dr. Stone, Fire Force, Hunter X Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Dorohedoro, Assasination Classroom, Mob Psycho 100, Hell’s Paradise, Kaiju no.8… (a whole lot more but the list would be waaaayyy too long if I added them all. Name it and I most likely will be into it)

Fav Fandoms - Cartoons/Shows: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (but I like the other iterations too), Lego Monkie Kid, Avatar the last Airbender, OG Teen Titans, Marvel (more of a casual fan), Dimension 20 (most definitely not a casual fan… it’s a problem), Critical Role, and Firefly

Other Fun Stuff: Ok some fun facts about me. [1] I tend to get injured in weird ways. For instance: I once cut myself on the round orange part of a pumpkin, and I've accidentally cut myself on a box cutter… by falling onto it face first. (She also somehow managed to stab herself in the hand with a knife while cutting a bagel, then drop the knife on her foot blade-first -ImagineThat). [2] I also rode horses! It was very fun. Unfortunately I had to stop when COVID rolled around 🙁. [3] My favorite number is 13, mostly because I just think it’s neat but also I was 13 years old when I moved out of my home state. [4] I love to bake, but I honestly know nothing about cooking lol. [5] I am a dice gremlin and have more dnd dice sets than any one person probably should, and the same goes for earrings! I love funky dangly earrings and probably have somewhere in the hundreds of pairs. [6] I want to go to Ren Fair or a Cosplay Convention one day but I don’t have the stylish outfits to do so *sigh*. [7] I honestly had never heard of Hermitcraft or Empires until I started beta-ing for Imagine. I’m hooked on those silly little guys now and even though I don’t actually watch the streams Imagine keeps me updated on everything that goes on with them (which I look forward to hearing every time)

#personal #about myself #about me #get to know me #get to know the blogger #get to know the person behind the blog #about us #get to know the author #get to know the artist #get to know the writer #my posts

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ohworm-writes · 1 year

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I posted 380 times in 2022

205 posts created (54%)

175 posts reblogged (46%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@makesuretoloveyourself

@dreamwvrld

@fangirlingcentral

@sardonic-the-writer

@ohworm-writes

I tagged 238 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#worm.txt - 145 posts

#worm.answ - 103 posts

#worm.rbs - 31 posts

#anon.com/🐍 - 23 posts

#1000 follower event - 14 posts

#wilcza.com/my-dear - 13 posts

#one year event - 13 posts

#1 year event - 13 posts

#navigation - 12 posts

#navi - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#if you have a different idea for the personalized little tag i do then you can dm it to me so i can have that unique tag all set for you :)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Just saw the movie about- what, 30 minutes ago? Oh. My. Gods. Above. This is the only thing I will be talking about for the next 3 weeks.

I’m already in the middle of planning a fic (read: I’m insane). HOWEVER, this being said, the fic will be posted within the next few days.

Someone has to help feed this fandom as it grows. ;-) See you soon, and remember! Don’t talk to strangers…

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▬ LOVERS ROCK PT. 1 ▬

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Minimal cursing

Synopsis: Fall is in full swing in you and your boyfriend’s shared home. So, that means some baking is in order, yes?

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Miss me? Here’s a little something to give you a taste. I’m back.

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This whole situation is almost ironic to me. See, a few days ago I was sitting in my room and the thought of Techno came to mind. It was random, I’ll be honest, as I haven’t thought about him since April. But anyways, I wondered, you know, “How long has it been since he uploaded?” “I wonder where he is/ what’s he doing now”.

But, most importantly: “I hope he’s okay.”

I was at a party yesterday when I got the news. We were watching some movie and I wasn’t at all paying attention to it, so I went to TikTok to pass the time. And then I saw it. Someone uploaded a video saying something along the lines of “I hope this isn’t real”.

So, I checked what happened, and there it was.

My friend came over to talk and checked his phone and then he saw it and we were just speechless. I couldn’t process it until the car ride back, where I started tearing up and then fully sobbing when I got home.

I started rewatching videos as I cried myself to sleep, and then I woke up this morning and it started all over again. And while it hasn’t stopped, I have to continue to remind myself to be strong because this goofball was my inspiration! So much of myself is taken from him and I constantly have to remind myself that “It’ll be fineeee.”

I’m not okay, but really nobody else within this fandom is right now, I know that. But we have to be strong, as much time as it’ll take.

Cancer dies with the person it takes, so even here he didn’t lose: a draw, if you will. We’ll learn to be okay, however long it’ll take. And it’ll take a lot of time, believe me, but we’ll be okay.

Everything is within his calculations.

683 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I need more people to write for The Black Phone like- I’m at the point where if nobody will do it in the next 5 seconds, I will.

There are 2 fics over the course of any website I can find for it, and I swear to the gods above I KNOW the movies doesn’t come out for another few weeks but PLEASE!

Like- we can all agree that he’s hot, right? It’s not just a small group of people, right?

You guys get it, right?

Edit: Let’s acknowledge this character was based off of John Wayne Gacy and it has been stated in interviews that this character would be a pedophile. I can’t tell you who you can’t and can simp or obsess over, but I’d like anyone reading this to take in these facts. This post was made before the film debuted and before I knew who this character was based off of, and in no way do I support or condone it. I’ve since left this fandom of sorts, and while I do find Ethan Hawke attractive, I can no longer say the same for this character.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Not the Black Phone stuff 💀#GUYS I DONT SUPPORT THE CHARACTER OR LIKE HIM ETHAN HAWKE IS JUST FINE ASF

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squib-2006 · 1 year

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I posted 12,267 times in 2022

That's 12,267 more posts than 2021!

83 posts created (1%)

12,184 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@legogeek33

@jays-ask-blog-extravaganza

@master-of-fluff

@howuart

@senseiwu

I tagged 1,670 of my posts in 2022

#lmao - 266 posts

#ninjago - 62 posts

#lego ninjago - 58 posts

#lol - 44 posts

#yes - 41 posts

#kai jiang - 23 posts

#kai smith - 23 posts

#:( - 21 posts

#:d - 20 posts

#lmao yes - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#lloyd was aged up but in my opinion he looked to be about 10-12 years old before the tea and after about the same age (maybe younger) than

My Top Posts in 2022:

I can finally be Kai ninjago

This is going to be the best Halloween ever.

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Lava fans be like: we were robed on lava interaction in crystalized pt.2

Meanwhile kailor fans: (hasn’t gotten any real content between Kai and skylor since season 4) that’s rough buddy *watches safe haven & compatible for the 50th time*

99 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

I have an idea

Like what if when krux kidnapped Kai and nya’s parents They actually went to an orphanage and nya got adopted But Kai didn’t And the people got so sick of him they shipped him off to darklys So by the time Lloyd gets there kai is like all angsty and “bad”And he takes Lloyd under his wing And they are like bros But a few years later kai abandons ship and runs away from darklys And Lloyd is just like :( And when wu goes to look for Kai at his parents forge nya is just there visiting and is like I haven’t seen my bro in years And then she gets kidnapped and the pilots happen except Kai isn’t there And then Lloyd gets kicked out of darklys And try’s to be evil and releases the serpentine And the ninja do the ninja stuff but nya is a ninja w/them And they just keep running in to this guy in a cloak who keeps stoping them from capturing lloyd And also doing small crimes And when Lloyd gets kidnapped by the serpentine and Kai helps the ninja escape the slither pit like samurai x did in the original episode he manages to get away but nya stops him and he takes off his hood and is like hi little sis and nya is just like :0 And then he steals the sword of fire for shits and giggles and runs away And tries to save lloyd And then eventually joins up with the rest of the ninja and garmadon to save lloyd. and instead of the compation of who will be the first to find out the identity of samurai x it’s just who the mystery guy who keeps screwing with there plans and generaly causing chaos is And then when nya finds out it’s like

All the other ninja: arguing over who the guy is

Nya: sobbing on the inside

Also sorry if this is just a run on sentence I had a brain fart and I am to lazy to fix it

99 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

Just watching the first 15 minutes of the school for good and evil adaptation makes me remember how much I hate book to movie adaptations. This book has been butchered ho hell and back. Also as a warning to people who haven’t red the books or at least up until book three. DON’T SHIP AGITHA AND SOPHIE TOGETHER. They are revealed to be fraternal twins in the third book as they share a mother. While their relationship may give off heavy gay vibes they are sisters (unless they end up changing this major plot point I haven’t finished the movie yet). Please don’t make this mistake. Anyways back to watching what will no doubt turn out to be a brutal butchering of one of my favorite childhood books.

129 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just finished violet

First time I have felt emotions from a Pokémon games ending since moon.

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208 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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Reviewing all the TMNT movies

I've had a ton of free time and decided it'd be fun to watch and review a bunch of stuff. So I did, except I underestimated the amount of content and now I have to break it down into categories. Why I thought I could watch 8 movies, 5 series, and 3 crossovers in a week I don't know but here we are. Please keep in mind this is my opinion so you might not agree! This is listed in order of when I watched them NOT ranking I'm gonna do that later after I finish the tv shows.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(1990)

MMM a classic I remember first getting this DVD, my mom let me get it out of the $10 bin at the beach because I had lost a tooth. I didn’t remember much about the plot at all so it was like watching a new movie and man did I enjoy it. This was a great movie and one that held up pretty well. I liked the characters, the villain, the plot, and ofc the iconic farmhouse scene we get with just about every series. I even liked the character design surprisingly enough.

Some scenes felt weird, a couple of jokes felt off, and Splinter was literally the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. He looks like a drowned chihuahua. The swearing was written as though the writer's mom never let them curse and they were pretending to be 25 in the youtube comment section or something, but It was great and honestly a pleasant surprise in the wake of all my childhood favorites being ruined by just how bad they were and the end credits song? Iconic. 8/10 will be watching again. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ll: The Secret of the Ooze(1991)

This movie is… good. It’s not a bad movie but it’s more goofs and gags-focused. It got a couple of laughs out of me but it felt somehow too long and also rushed. I’m pretty sure I got Leo and Donnie mixed up 207 times, I could almost never tell who was talking despite having the subtitles on, the villains were the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m still not 100% sure who the science guy is exactly and whether he’s good or bad. In conclusion, I’m now eating a pizza. 6/10 might watch again

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lll(1993)

Well, this is certainly a movie. I don’t even really know what to say, I couldn’t root for Kenshin or even Mitsu and well the turtles are really really ugly. It was funny but I’m not sure if it was a “so bad it's funny” or actually funny. No one was very well fleshed out, the villain was Idk tbh, I don’t feel particularly satisfied, and the “we wanna stay here” thing at the end and then them all suddenly going “no we’ll go home ig” was kinda weird and probably only got put in for screen time. 4/10 I don’t believe I’ll be watching this again. I will, however, be crying bc I am in fact lactose intolerant and that pizza was not worth it. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(2014)

Man, I remember going to watch this movie in theaters like it was yesterday. Ignore my nostalgia rant but my dad sucks and never did anything with me so these were the only movies he ever went and watched in theaters, no matter how bad it was that made them infinitely better. I used to watch this movie like every night when I went to sleep so hearing this stupid music was so nostalgic, I adored this movie as a kid and I was almost scared to rewatch it without my rose-tinted glasses.

I have super mixed feelings about this movie, my expectations were so low it actually surprised me. The villains were honestly bad, not much screen time, the foot soldiers just straight up looked bad, I don’t know a lot about Sacks but somehow less about Shredder, Karai looks like she’s going through her 2010 emo phase, Splinter looks like what I can only imagine my cat would if I gave in to the urge to only shave the top of his head and arms, the turtles themselves are ugly, and their backstories mediocre. I could keep going but I did like the way the turtles interacted with each other. It had its funny moments, the soundtrack was good, and I actually quite liked Donnie. In conclusion 6/10 it wasn’t the best but it’s enjoyable and I’d watch it again. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows(2016)

Right, so I hate this movie. I can’t explain it, I've always disliked this movie. I tried super hard to watch it and literally fell asleep. It’s boring, I’m not a huge fan of how they interacted, Bebop and Rocksteady were mid although mildly enjoyable, shredder was once again a blank page, and Kraang just lowkey annoyed me. He was super gross and looked like that one transformer but pink and slimy.

The turtles little “I wanna be human” thing was mediocre and I felt like they just added it on for screentime. Casey was super unmemorable, Baxter was also kinda boring, Karai might as well have not been in the movie at all, and a lot of the jokes fell flat for me. On a more positive note, I liked the trash truck. What sucks is I really wanna like this movie bc we get a lot of characters from the original but it's so boring. 2/10 am going to burn the disk. TMNT(2007)

I was not looking forward to this movie, but surprisingly enough I liked it. I’m sad Mikey and Donnie got barely any screen time but Raph was cool. I liked Karai even though we didn’t see much of her, and the ending left me feeling pretty satisfied. The turtles were once again ugly, Splinter looked like that one macaroni noodle I lost under the fridge, and the villain was just ok. I am however a pretty big fan of the minor character development we get to see.

I’ve watched this movie probably like 4 times now, although it’s been a very long time, and the first time I watched this movie I loved it, the second it was ok, and the 3rd I kinda hated it. I basically got to come back with a fresh start and it was good, I noticed little plot points I didn’t before, debated whether I hated this Splinter or not 27 times, and realized Chris Evans voices Casey. This is a good movie. It’s cute, at times funny, and just genuinely a good watch for kids. 6.5/10 Batman vs. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(2019)

You know I quite liked this movie. I liked the art style and all the turtles a lot?! Unlike the 2007 movie, I didn’t feel like a single character had a ton more screen time than the others and Leo had good character development! I’m also a dc fan so seeing Damian acting a bit more like a kid was great.

It’s a fun movie and they found a pretty good balance between funny and serious. I’m not 100% why Ra’s wanted to mutate all of Gotham tbh so that was kinda weird and there were some weird tone shifts with the random graphic murder. At one point Leo yelled at Raph because he could have killed these people and then I watched Donnie kill a man with a manhole cover, but Splinter finally wasn’t the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen although he also wasn’t in this movie. Overall I’d give this a 7/10. It wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever seen but it was good, I’m also craving pizza again but I’m still recovering from last time so I think I’d rather eat moldy bread. I'll be adding the rise movie after it's out but I kept getting scared I was gonna accidentally delete all this lol

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #movie review #the sleepless nights spent on this are actually astronimocal #Most of this was written at 3am so please leave my weird grammar alone #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2007 #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #actually why do we keep letting Micheal Bay make movies #I swear the script he gives Megan Fox just says *breathes heavily*#boutta tag this like it's ao3 lmao

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