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rosewaterandivy · 9 months

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fightin' to get better

modern!eddie x f!reader

summary: eddie does his damndest to get us out of the study to take a frickin' break.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; purely self-indulgent smut and prosaic idolatry here, my usual brand of filth.

🎶 ooh, let you slide up your hand, uh oh, let go all of my plans 🎶

Grad school could suck a dick. A whole bag of ‘em as far as you were concerned. The entirety of your summer had been taken up by this final class— a subject you loved, but far too much reading and work assigned for the condensed semester.

Eddie thought so too.

The man was quick to chime in when you’d had a glass of wine or two and finally extricated yourself from the front room you’d claimed as an office. Couldn’t understand how you would be complaining one minute and then the second he adds his two cents, you’re defending the professor in question.

But then again, you’d always been tender-hearted.

Which more than explained your penchant for collecting strays, present company excluded, naturally.

“That’s it,” he says, fingers working to peel the damp label from the beer bottle. “First thing tomorrow, I’m gettin’ on the horn with this so-called professor.”

“Eddieeee,” you whine, lips falling into a pout. “Don’t do that.”

He leans into it really playing it up, an eye roll and scoff combo, head inclining to rest on your shoulder as he falls on you dramatically.

“Can’t have my best girl pulling all-nighters every other week.”

His voice was softer, not laced with his typical jocular tone. The bright images of the screen dance across your faces in the cool room. Eddie settles against you, warm breath fanning across your chest and neck.

He can see the subtle dark hues beneath your eyes, hates the evidence of your sleepless nights spent in front of the computer, nose buried in a book.

“I know,” you rasp after a beat or two. “I’ll get better baby, I promise. S’just a few more weeks and then I’m army-crawling to the finish line.”

He cracks a smile, unable to hide his elation at your accomplishment— at you.

Eddie Munson and his genius girlfriend, who would’ve thought?

—

So it really shouldn’t be a surprise a week or two later when Eddie wanders into the study to find you up at all hours of the night. Again.

“Babe—”

“Jesus Christ!” You jolt in your chair, startled by the sound, and slowly swivel toward him. A deep breath once you realize who it is, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

And, sure enough, your boyfriend is standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes, sporting his Suspiria sweats and looking entirely displeased.

“God Eds, make a noise! You’re like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root.”

He crosses his arms with a sign, ignoring your barb. Ruth Gordon, with her blue eye shadow and head scarf? Puh-leeze.

“You said you’d be ten minutes.”

You shudder at the timbre of his voice— raspy and low, hitting the sweet spot that sends heat rushing to your core.

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

Glasses discarded and hair askew, you sigh catching the time and start to pack it in for the night.

Eddie is surprisingly quick for someone snatched from sleep and dreaming, he turns your chair away from the desk and fixes you with a look.

The penetrating kind, where he squints and tilts his head like he just can’t figure you out. And yeah, he’s never really understood academia or why the books you’ve had to buy are always so damn expensive. But he does his best to support you, reminds you to eat and sleep more than he’d like because you have the tendency of getting too caught up and distracted.

His gaze softens, “C’mere pretty girl.”

Eddie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, despite your protests. Smacks your ass for good measure.

“M’gonna fall!”

“No, you aren’t,” he tuts, “Such a drama queen.”

He barrels through the dark house only to deposit you in the dimly lit bathroom. A shaft of light eeks in from a partially opened closet door, candles flickering on countertops catching their reflections in the mirror.

Right side up again, you pause and take a look around. The bathtub is filling up, bubbles growing in soft peaks of foam, and a bath bomb fizzles away, painting the water in candy-colored hues.

There’s a glass of wine and another of ice water, sweating against the ledge of the tub. An iPad propped up in the corner, your favorite show cued up and ready to go.

“Baby,” you say, turning back to him, voice barely above a whisper. “What is all this?”

He takes a step toward you, the slightest inclination of his chin prompting your hands to rise above your head. Eddie’s nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt and tug it upwards, soft fabric brushing against your skin only to be kissed with damp heat.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you,” he says simply, quietly. As if he’d rather do nothing else.

“Oh.”

His fingers alight on the waist of your shorts, thumbs hooking in and pulling down.

“Hmm.” He says, kneeling in front of you, brow quirked and eyes seeking yours. “Feelin’ lucky today or—"

The heat rises in your chest and neck, hands flying to cover your face while he lazily peruses your bare form.

Not so much luck as it was sheer exhaustion that informed your sartorial choices and distinct lack of underwear today, but you’ll take what you can get.

His breath ghosts along your thighs, muscles tightening inadvertently, the coil in your stomach winding taut.

As you step out of the shorts, Eddie turns off the faucet and herds you back against the sink. A brief lift and you're sitting on the countertop, legs splayed, head falling against the cool mirror behind you.

Eddie buries his head between your legs, and smothers praises between your thighs.

Eddie's pretty sentimental with oral— kissing, kissing, kissing— can't stop his lips from meandering, can't stop his mouth from savoring. He noses against your slit, tongue darting out to taste. A low rumble ripped from his chest as the slick muscle works against your petaled heat, savoring the arousal gathered there.

He gets dizzy off it. Selfish for it. It all goes to his head— whimpers and moans falling from your candy-pink mouth, a prolonged whine of his name.

Left, then right, back over again. Drowsy roaming paths, curving and bending, pleased when you arch into his mouth, forever wanting more. Licks you for hours like you’re the last bit of sweetness in the world, savors it long and lazy and delicate.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, pulling away briefly. Lips ruddy and wet with your slick, smiling slow and dangerous, “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

You moan on his clever tongue and the sloppy sounds he makes. He's always stunning— eager and devoted to the singular task of lapping at you like a starved man.

Two fingers twist inside before he turns them back and shoves them in his own mouth. He repeats this again and again, like pulling a secret from your body that only he’s allowed to enjoy.

“Yes,” he sighs, “Fuck yes. Fuck—mmm—"

It's as if you're on the precipice of a coming storm, pressure building, and rising, too, in your belly, as he works into your body, heavy-lidded and transfixed on your beautiful face. Deeper until you’re shaking, pulling your legs up over his shoulders, getting him closer, closer, closer.

Your toes curl.

"Eddie—"

You shatter like a splinter of lightning. It bursts across your skin—a bright, brief halo—before it’s gone, chased by the explosion of swollen clouds. He muffles a loud fuck! into the meat of your ass, while his fingers continue to corkscrew inside of you.

He's wet down to his wrist, coaxing vestiges of arousal from you, and rises to kiss your open, panting mouth, your exposed throat. Eddie's lips turned wicked and desperate when he asks, "Think you can gimme another one?"

Nodding dumbly, bath and freshly laundered sheets completely forgotten, you watch as he all but yanks you down further, ass now hanging off the countertop. Swings your legs over his shoulders and dives back in, your cunt now positively flooded due to his velvet tongue.

On the bright side, this all-nighter was exceedingly better than the one you had planned; you wouldn't have it any other way. Well played Eddie Munson.

Well played.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #🏃🏻‍♀️💨#Spotify

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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arms, legs, mouth are open take ur pick

he is so cute. so. frickin. CUTEEE!!! i cannot wait for this interview, i will pull an all nighter if i have too. oh goodness he is the love of my LIFE

#claire asks #my baby dalia

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monarkain · 10 months

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I can't frickin' sleep, dudes

My anxiety/depressions meds say trouble sleeping is a side effect but this is insane :')

Pulling an all nighter to try fix my sleep schedule

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hunsa-jars · 3 years

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Oh what's this? More 72' Snufkin being a night owl?? Well of course, naturally

#moomin #moomins #1972 moomin #1972 snufkin #gif #love how the 'night eyes' were always a thing even back then #he was always part cat it's literally right there folks #frickin pulling all nighters and then napping during the day #bruh

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hobivore · 3 years

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What the water gave us

#1: It’s Only Frickin’ Tuesday

↠ PAIRING: water ghost!MYG x reader (f) (+ neighbour!JJK x reader—it’s a little complicated, y’all)

↠ WORDS: 3.2K

↠ GENRE: ghost AU, strangers to lovers

↠ RATING: explicit (18+)

↠ SYNOPSIS: What was supposed to be a quiet Tuesday night in the middle of a hectic week is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man.

The worst part? He doesn’t want to leave your bathtub.

↠ WARNINGS: mentions of death by drowning, they’re lowkey idiots, slight enemies to lovers vibes, a bit of everything (fluff, angst, eventual smut)

Chapter warnings: none in particular

↠ A/N: This story is part of the In the Spoop collab for Halloween 2021, hosted by the lovely @wwilloww. A big thank you to Willow and @hobisuniverse, @augustbutwinter, @sahmfanficbts, @kkulfm and @xjoonchildx for the fun times and the support. Don’t forget to check out their amazing stories! And special thanks to Calix @calixwrites and August & Evie for beta-reading this chapter.

Happy Halloween everyone! 👻

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The door closes behind you with a heavy thud.

Ignoring the water dripping off your raincoat and onto the laminate floor, you toe off your sneakers and shuffle towards the kitchen, arms full of groceries.

A slender body curls itself around your calf and you nearly stumble head first into the wall.

“Shi—Gimbap!” you shriek. “Watch out, you dodo.”

Gimbap ignores your struggle and meows, rubbing his head against the fabric of your jeans.

“Yes, yes,” you mutter, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter. “I’m hungry too. And tired.”

The white cat stays glued to your heels, whiny meows raising in pitch as soon as you get the bag of kibble out.

“There you go.”

You stroke Gimbap’s back and sigh, watching him chew his food. Your whole body aches and your brain feels like cotton candy; sweet and pink and utterly useless, melting away at the smallest thought.

These days everything slips through your fingers like water. Hours, days, weeks—you stopped keeping track of them a long time ago. These days, you measure time in projects.

You look at the clock on the microwave. 8:37 pm. You’ve always valued being able to make your own schedule, but it’s simultaneously the privilege and drawback of working from home. Lately work seems to be getting ahead of you and it’s winning the race, leaving you behind with a sprained ankle and no way of catching up.

A quick glance at your phone tells you it’s Tuesday, October 31st. A bunch of notifications clutter the screen and you open the chat.

Iseul🥀: drinks at 10

Iseul🥀: get your game on 🧛‍♀️

Iseul🥀: let’s meet at hapjeong station

Hyunjoo: 👻👻👻🍷

Someone is typing…

The pings come in quick succession and you groan—you’d completely forgotten about Halloween, and there’s no way Iseul will let you get away with wearing that ugly witch costume for another year.

A tightness wraps itself around your chest. The costume isn’t that big of a problem, but you have a project due on Thursday and you’re not going to make it if you don’t pull an all-nighter coding.

You will yourself to take a deep breath, shivering in your damp jeans and hoodie. The October chill seeps into your bones through the tile floor and the wet strands of hair still plastered against your forehead.

Sending an apology to the group chat about not making it tonight, you throw your phone on the kitchen counter and bend down to scratch Gimbap behind the ears.

“Don’t judge me,” you huff as he pads after you through the hallway. You know he can’t hear you—Gimbap was born deaf, one of the reasons why he has spend half his life in a shelter—yet it feels like he understands you sometimes. “I’ll join them next time. Promise.”

It’s cold and rainy outside anyway, you tell yourself, ignoring the pang of regret when you leave your buzzing phone behind.

If you work a few extra hours tonight you can finish the project. You’ll throw a meal together and eat it in the comfort of your bathtub with a glass of wine and your laptop.

“Stop whining,” you squint at Gimbap’s blue, judgemental eyes, “you should be happy I’m staying home with you tonight.”

You turn on the bath tap, adjusting the temperature—scorching hot—and rummage through the soap baskets while the bath slowly fills with water.

Your bathroom is stuffed to the brim with a potpourri of colourful bath bombs and soaps, courtesy of your sister, who runs a small soap business. She regularly sends you boxes full of handmade soap with the most ridiculous names.

Most of the packages are accompanied by loving but slightly passive-aggressive notes reminding you to ‘relax and get out more’.

She’s right, of course, although you’d never admit it to her face.

Your eyes skim over ‘Marmalade Madness’, ‘Unicorn Rainbow’ and ‘Lavender Love’ until they fall on a bright yellow and orange bath bomb, ‘It’s Only Frickin’ Tuesday’ printed in bold letters on the label.

You snort. How fitting.

The bath bomb dissolves with a fizzling sound, colouring the water with bright orange streaks and filling the room with the sweet and zesty smell of tangerine and citrus.

Stepping over Gimbap—who’s still complaining loudly—you head back to the kitchen. Maybe you’re not going out tonight, but the least you can do is have dinner before the looming presence of work starts breathing down your neck again.

It’s tempting to climb behind your laptop and order takeout like you’ve done for the past two days. Or was it three? You don’t remember.

Your eyes fall on the spring onions you bought earlier and you sigh. You should take the time to cook something.

There’s some leftover rice in the fridge and a jar of kimchi, enough to make a quick bowl of fried rice. You force yourself through the familiar motions of chopping up the onions and frying the eggs. The smell of the food and the heat of the stove clears your head, your body carrying out the tasks without thinking.

You roll your shoulders, adding a spoonful of gochujang to the pan—and nearly dropping the entire dish when a loud splash makes you jump.

“Bap!” you shout, even though the cat won’t hear you. “Please don’t break something again.”

It stays suspiciously silent.

“Why can’t I have just one moment to myself,” you grumble, taking the pan off the stove and wiping your hands on a towel.

The bathroom door stands ajar and the faint sound of splashing water greets you from across the hallway.

Did you forget to turn off the tap? Did Gimbap fall into the bathtub? Panic bubbles up in your chest and you rush towards the door until a low humming stops you dead in your tracks.

It’s a soft voice. A human voice.

The hair at the back of your neck rises and a cold shiver runs down your spine.

There’s someone in your bathroom.

Vaguely, you recognize the tune—an old trot song you don’t remember the name of. Your hand hovers in the air above the handle, body hidden behind the door. A small sliver of light falls into the hallway but you see no sign of movement, no shadow.

The voice changes to another song, dropping until it’s little more than a soft murmur, barely audible above the sound of water splashing against the edges of the tub.

How did they get in? Did you leave the front door open?

You look at your empty hands. There’s a tremor, nothing like the familiar 3 a.m. caffeine shakes—no, this is all twitching fingers and cold sweat that dampens your palms.

Slowly, you take a step backwards, mind racing. Get a knife. Get your phone. Get something.

The door bursts open and you shriek when it hits you in the face. A white blur darts between your legs and you slap a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late—the humming has stopped, and all you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears.

You stand there, frozen in silence, for what feels like eternity.

In the stillness that descends over the apartment your thoughts are deafening; a void filled only by the rapid firing of neurons. Small blips that begin to crescendo until you’re wondering if maybe you’d imagined things.

It had probably been Gimbap attempting to eat the bath bombs again, knocking over one of the baskets. If the cat had any flaws—other than being deaf as an adder and not realising the volume of his own screams—it’d be his complete disregard of the measly three lives he still possesses.

Or perhaps he’s down to two now.

You step around the door and nearly stumble over the threshold—

There’s a man sitting in your bathtub.

He is fully clothed, dressed in black with two pale feet propped up on the edge of the tub. His eyes are closed, head tilted back and his dark hair sticks to his forehead.

The stranger turns his head and cracks one eye open. “Nice soap. Tangerine?”

“Wh—who are you?” you croak. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, a disparity with the fresh and brightly coloured soap stacked against the walls.

The man sits up and brushes the curls out of his eyes. “I’m Yoongi.”

His voice is deep and a little scratchy, matching the dull look he gives you.

You blink. Twice.

He doesn’t ask for your name. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all, leaning back instead until only his head remains above the water.

Your gaze sweeps down to the wet floor before settling on his face—he has closed his eyes again and you huff.

“How did you get into my house?”

The man—Yoongi, apparently—slides a hand along the edge of the tub and gives a shrug so lackluster you’d have missed it if it wasn’t for the rippling of the water.

“Don’t know.”

He does not seem to notice your agitation, or if he does, he doesn’t seem to care. He rests his hands on his thighs and starts to hum the same tune you’d heard earlier.

The once brightly coloured water has now turned a muddy brown and annoyance flares up in the pit of your stomach, smothering your initial fear.

“You need to get out.”

He reaches a hand behind his head, adjusting your bath pillow.

Your jaw clenches. The audacity of this man to show up in your house, sneak into your bathroom and use your tub with his dirty clothes on.

You inhale deeply through your nose in an attempt to throttle your exasperation. Instead you’re hit with a stale, murky aroma that slowly replaces the fresh scent of citrus and only fuels the fire.

“I said you need to get out.” You raise your voice, pronouncing every syllable with clarity.

“Shh,” the stranger shushes.

Your eyebrows nearly disappear into your hairline.

“Fine,” you grit out. “Stay here then. I’m calling the cops.”

He doesn’t react so you bite your tongue, swallow your irritation down and stalk out of the bathroom.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” you mutter to yourself, reaching for your phone on the kitchen counter. Your eyes fall on your half-cooked, cold dinner and you shoot it a sorry look. “Some kind of—”

Your words are cut off by the flickering light, a series of sudden glimmers before the lamp fizzles out. You blink in rapid succession to adjust your eyes to the darkness—a fruitless attempt—and stumble towards the light switch to flick it against better judgement.

The room stays dark.

Turning on the flashlight on your phone, you walk towards the front door and poke your head outside. The hallway is pitch black; the entire building must have lost electricity.

You angle the light into the apartment behind you. There’s no sign of movement but the idea of the stranger being somewhere inside makes you shiver.

The man didn't seem aggressive or dangerous—mostly just annoying—but here, in the dark, an uneasy feeling frays at the edge of your thoughts.

You pat your pockets; no keys. You must’ve left them inside. For a moment you hesitate, throwing another glance over your shoulder, then stepping outside instead and pressing the #1 on your phone.

A bright beam of light nearly blinds you and you throw your arm up to shield your eyes, vaguely making out a dark shadow in the door opening across the hall.

“Oh—sorry!” The figure angles the flashlight down. “Hello neighbour.” He grins, eyes glittering in the dim light.

“Hi, Jungkook.” You try to keep your voice steady. “Everything’s down?”

Jungkook nods. “Seems like it.”

Your eyes sweep over his figure before you quickly avert them and settle on the dark shape poking its head around his leg.

Jungkook notices your wide-eyed stare and holds the light a little higher. “Hey. You okay?”

“There’s a man in my bathroom,” you whisper.

“There’s a what?” He tilts his head, confusion written all over his face.

“A man,” you point towards the dark hallway behind you, “in my bathroom.”

Jungkook frowns and studies your face, half-hidden in the shadows.

Your heart skips a beat.

Maybe he thinks this is some sort of Halloween prank—you can’t blame him, with how crazy you must sound. You pull down the sleeves of your hoodie, trying to hide the tremor in your fingers but he catches the motion.

“Wait,” he grabs something from behind the door and hands you the flashlight. “You hold this. Bam, come here.”

The big dog follows him into your apartment and you hurry after them, angling the flashlight around Jungkook’s back.

“What are you doing?” you hiss. “And what’s that thing?”

Jungkook pokes around your coat rack. “A scythe—well, not a real one, but the wood is.” He taps it against the wall. “It won’t break.”

The living room is vacant and so is the kitchen. It’s not until you reach the bathroom, the door still standing wide open, that Jungkook finally slows down.

“Bam, here,” he whispers. The Doberman sticks to his side, his floppy ears pointed intently.

You grasp the back of Jungkook’s rough sweater and aim the flashlight at the tub.

It’s empty.

In the stark light the white porcelain gleams even brighter. There’s no water in the tub and the floor is dry and clean.

Jungkook pokes the scythe between the baskets of soap. “No one’s here,” he shakes his head. “Let’s check the rest of the house.”

You follow him around—head spinning and vision blurry. Jungkook opens every closet and every cabinet, but there’s no sign of Yoongi.

Where did he go?

Doubt starts trickling in again. Had you imagined things?

When was the last time you had a solid eight hours of sleep? Or five even?

It wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened. Not the first time you had seen things that weren’t really there.

Jungkook pushes your bedroom door open and Bam barges forward, barking loudly.

“Bam, no!” Jungkook shouts. Gimbap darts outside and jumps on the kitchen counter, back arched and hissing loudly. Bam hops around in front of him, his tail wagging in excitement.

“He still doesn’t like you, Bam.” You pat the dog on his head. “You better watch out, one of these days he’s gonna scratch you.”

Jungkook comes back and takes the flashlight to check your closet and underneath your bed. “Everything’s clear.” He walks towards Gimbap, who’s still eyeing Bam with a wary look. “At least he likes me.”

The cat sniffs his hand, rubbing his head against its tattooed back.

“I’m sorry,” you force a smile. “I must’ve imagined things. It was probably just a shadow in the dark.”

Jungkook beams back at you and you can’t bring yourself to tell him the encounter happened before the lights went out. He doesn’t need to know how messed up your sleep schedule really is.

“It’s okay, it’s pitch black in here—I’d see ghosts too.” He chuckles. “Do you have any light besides this?” He waves the flashlight around.

You grab a lighter from a drawer and light a few candles. They illuminate the living room with a cozy, warm light, and for the first time this evening you get the chance to take a proper look at Jungkook.

He is dressed in a large, black cloak and pasty white make-up with dark circles around his eyes.

Belatedly you realise you’re still wearing your frumpled hoodie and two different socks. You suppress the urge to look down at your feet and fix your gaze on the little mole under Jungkook’s lip instead.

Which only makes focussing on your next words harder.

“Going out for Halloween?”

“Just Tae’s place. I’m the reaper. Me and Bam.” He pats the dog on the back, his black-and-tan fur covered in white paint.

“Explains the scythe.” You grab the tool from where it rests against the kitchen counter. In the candlelight you can see the blade is made out of soft plastic, but the wood feels heavy in your hand.

Jungkook laughs. “Not really something I’d have laying around otherwise, no.”

You grin. “I’m a little disappointed.”

“You haven’t seen the rest of my home yet.” He cocks an eyebrow and your stomach does a funny flip.

Heat rises to your cheeks and you cough. “You did a good job with the skeleton.” Bam catches you looking at him and starts wagging his tail again.

“Thanks. It’s pet friendly paint, of course.”

A long silence falls between you.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, I can stay if you want, or you can come—”

“No, I’m fine,” you hastily interject.

An image floods your mind, of the time he’d stayed over for dinner. A movie playing in the background, his body pressed into your side, his hand on your thigh—

You blink, hard, willing yourself to focus. “Really, it’s fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Jungkook tilts his head but doesn’t object. “Okay. You know you can always text or call me, right?”

You smile at him. “I do. Thank you.” You pat his arm before quickly retreating your hand.

Jungkook stares at his sleeve as if you left behind a permanent mark.

“I—um, see you around. Because we’re neighbours. Since,” he plucks at the cord around his waist, eyes trained on what appears to be a particularly interesting patch of white paint on the top of Bam’s head, “we, uh, live in the same building…”

“Yes!” you chirp, a little too enthusiastic. “Say hi to Tae from me. And Bam, be a good boy.”

You bend down to plant a kiss on the dog’s head, missing the way Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement.

“Call me if something’s up, okay?” He smiles at you. “And keep the flashlight for now, I don’t need it anyway. I don’t know when the electricity will be back on.”

“Thanks, Kook. I mean it.” You smile back at him, an honest one this time. “Don’t take too many souls tonight.”

Jungkook laughs and you close the door behind him, sinking to the floor with a deep groan and burying your face in your hands.

You are alone again. There was no stranger named Yoongi, just you and Gimbap—an ordinary night like any other.

Except for completely embarrassing yourself in front of your cute neighbour.

You should probably go to bed. You’d finish the project tomorrow; you’re of no use walking around sleep-deprived and hallucinating.

Dragging yourself into the kitchen, you throw your half-cooked dinner into the trash. You’re not hungry anymore. Your limbs feel heavy and your eyes are tired; the only thing you want now is the solace of your own bed.

You walk over to the window. The apartments on the other side of the road are dark like yours, some of them lit up with candles or makeshift lights. With the rain still beating down on the facade it feels oddly homey.

“Is dog boy finally gone?”

“Ah!” You jump at the sudden voice. Yoongi is standing next to you, his wet clothes plastered against his body. In the faint light his pale skin almost seems to emit a soft glow.

“Looks like the entire street is down.” His sharp eyes find yours—big and rounded in shock—in the window’s reflection. “Well,” he shrugs, sounding entirely unconvincing, “that’s inconvenient.”

“W—where did you go?”

“The drain.” He cracks his neck. “You need to descale your pipes more often.”

He turns around and makes his way back towards the bathroom, leaving you standing dumbfounded in a small puddle by the window, the muddy water seeping into your socks.

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the-hs-etaverse · 2 years

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hey instead of going to bed at a reasonable hour I’m going to dump a whole bunch of Equius headcanons here because. I know eventually there comes a point in time when it stops being the original character and becomes an OC but like, he’s such a blank slate due to being Heir of Void and anyway. He deserves better.

LOVES animals. Partial to horses and musclebeasts, of course, but yea

Trolls are obligate carnivores and must consume meat to survive otherwise I’d headcanon him as vegetarian

ACE EQUIUS ACE EQUIUS he puts up all those musclebeast posters in an attempt to feel SOMETHING but he doesn’t. He can’t. And he could never admit it because he is a proper highblooded troll and that of course means binormativity. But really all he’s doing is making himself even more anxious than he already is

Horses are very skittish creatures and so is Equius. He generally picks the fight reaction when it comes to fight-or-flight tho

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, he is at the exact centre of the jock-nerd-prep-goth chart

He broke his horn in a [redacted] accident

He used to be a super scrawny kid but then he hit troll pupaberty and frickin. It treated him well

He was still freakishly strong even before then though. Think Hercules at the start of the Disney movie before the training montage

Not a good swimmer

Painfully shy but will jump into a conversation IMMEDIATELY if it means he can prove you wrong

He’s not particularly fond of Aurthour other than having general respect for his lusus. He doesn’t treat him well

He just really likes those shades, okay? Plus they help filter blue light which is nice if you’re pulling an all-nighter designing and programming robots

Equius is more or less just an intimidating but gentle guy who is trying to make himself fit a mold that is not right for him

#homestuck #equius zahhak #headcanons

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oscar-the-cat-yt · 4 years

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Head Canons~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

•Kai is BI. You cannot convince me otherwise.

•His only real parental figure is Davis, his butler.

•His parents aren't there much. But when they are it's constant fighting. From when they wake up, to when they go to sleep.

•He probably has anxiety from this

•Any loud noises, or really anything that reminds him of two or more people loudly arguing will send him into one of those states.

•Davis tries helping. Even getting him some earbuds/headphones. But it doesn't help that much.

•Kai also usually gets jumpy when his parents are back. Any loud noise and such getz him scared.

•He tries blocking it out with games. Or music.

•He probably actively listens to McCaffrey

•If those two options don't work, then he'd go over to Adams.

•Did I mention their boyfriends? Well they are. Fight me.

•They definitely help each other cope.

•Kai usually helps Adam when he's sad/feels like he's being a annoyance.

•CUDDLE BUDS

•Skeet is a emo boi, as well as a skater boi.

•Probably has a drawer of beanies and fingerless gloves.

•Heavy marvel fan

•Him and Mari definitely like each other, they just never said anything about so they don't ruin the friendship they already have.

•His death hit Mari HARD

•On the brightside she's a love goddess.

•100% helped Adam and Kai together.

•Adam asks her Dads for advice.

•Mari always wanted to talk to animals when she was younger, hence why she choose the skill she did.

•Adam reminds me of Robin from Teen Titans, [the good one], and always looked up to him. So acrobatics was the skill.

•He probably definitely had a crush on him from a young age.

•The hero complex with him gets tiring. As well as worrying with school.

•Kai helps with this. Reminding him to eat, sleep, drink, ect.

•They honestly both remind each other of that. Every. Day.

•Their fights are probably about Adam being a bit controlling and Kai being annoying.

•They both immediately regret it and forgive each other.

•Kai is a little ball of fire. Like he may look innocent and funny for the most part, but he will fight you.

•Definitely scary when he's angry.

•He doesn't like being mad.

•Adam probably has to drag him away from getting into any fights at school.

•Kai definitely dreads school. If not for the people or teachers, then the fact he has to learn stuff he's never going to use.

•He probably got bullied for a bit.

•He has heterochromia. One blue eye, one green eye.

•Adam also probably got bullied for being gay.

•First friend he ever made was Mari's brother. But only for gaming purposes.

•Reeve and Vanessa are close. Like brother and sister.

•Reeve is a huge sports fan.

•He also likes ballet. Idk, he just gives me that vibe.

•He also loves hip hop.

•Vanessa probably collects dolls.

•or anything considered creep. She's probably a emo girl.

•Her and Skeet both like rock, Vanessa enjoying it more of the two.

•Reeve and Vanessa are beast on the dance floor.

•Party animals.

•Skeet probably has done drugs once. He probably regretted it.

•The group Stayed in touch after the hallow scare.

•Definitely group outings.

•The group chat is CHAOTIC.

•Kai definitely pulls all nighters playing video games. Or last minute homework.

•Weirdy is gay.

•Loves fashion. Makeup? Yes. Clothing? Yes.

•He probably creates new clothing designs in his free time.

•Also was probably musically creative from a young age.

•He's very creative.

•Him and Death are probably dating. If not, then very close homeboys.

•Death loves animals.

• Any animal he sees he must have. Horse? Yes. Dog? Um yeah! A frickin gorilla? Absolutely!!! Just any animal is a huge yes. And a lot of convincing Weirdy.

•He honestly probably runs a small farm. And by small, I mean huge.

•They both, Weirdy and Death, both tell each other about their successes.

• A designer likes his design? Call death. A acting audition went well? Call death. A animal gave birth? Call weirdy. Just very supportive.

•They probably live together.

• Kai and Adam are big on hand holding and cheek/forehead kisses.

•Adam can probably play the guitar. He definitely perfers the acoustic.

•Kai tried to learn the drums so they could start a band with the group.

•He gave up after two weeks. But still would love to learn.

•Adam loves books. Anything from Graphic novels to poetry.

•Kai has definitely bought him many books.

•Lots of study and reading dates

•Also gaming and movie dates as well.

•Adam is also a huge fan of comics. Especially Teen Titans.

•They probably attend comic con

•Kai definitely cosplays.

•Honestly their dynamic reminds me of Robin and Beast Boy. So pretty good.

•Weirdy and Death both love coffee. Probably frequent starbucks.

•Kai loves donuts. Gets them every. Single. Day.

•He probably adores the harry potter series. [Not j.k. Rowling tho for obvious reasons]

•Feel like he was self conscious about his hair until he saw Ron.

•Cosplays Ron alot.

•He's a geek alright.

•He forces Adam to cosplay sometimes to.

•They both love dnd.

•They probably have sessions with the group for DnD.

•Just a bunch of snacks, a table, and bean bag chairs. As well as character sheets and the other basics for the game.

• David probably joins. And by that I mean give pointers. Either that or he's the game master.

•Kai sometimes skips, [or at least tries to], skip school. Adam always talks him out of it, unless he needs it.

•Falls asleep in classes a lot.

•When he realised he liked Adam, he tried to date Vanessa since he didn't know his sexuality/ Wants to lose this friendship he has.

•When he did come out as gay, flirting 24/7

•Adam knew he liked Kai, but never acted on it.

•When he does flirt back, Kai's face gets very red.

•Kai definitely is the prankster of the group. Vanessa and revee help.

•Adam tolerates it.

•Reeve and Adam have bro days. They mainly just chill.

•Mari didn't like Kai at first

•Maris favorite color is blue. And her favorite animal is a monkey.

•Okay, hear me out, Weirdy is/was a art teacher.

•Just, that was the first thing he did with his life, then he grew from their.

•Probably always got the lead roll in a play

• Skeet definitely loves meerkats. Hence why he calls Mari Meerkat.

•Her nickname for him, apart from Skeet, is emo boy.

•Vanessa is into horoscopes/Astronomy.

• Reeve questions her about it quite a bit, but supports her nonetheless.

•Reeve is on the basketball team. Definitely wants to be either a choreographer or a basket ball player.

•Adam has actively tried to learn karate after the whole, digital, thing.

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ahshitmashit · 4 years

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here are some doodles in which i tried to organize a theme for each page but i unfortunately have the intelligence of a fetus so i did not do that. It’s the thought that counts at least.

also, uh 😔 not to be cringy or anything, but i just wanted to take the time now to tell you guys how greatful i am to have such a nice group of people who like my drawings. I’ve been getting messages and submissions from people telling me how much they appreciate my art and it just... overwhelming to me. In a really good way. I haven’t been responding to any of them because I simply don’t know how to, I apologize for that. It’s overwhelming, it really is. It all comes up to one giant thank you for all of you guys, because... i appreciate you too. Thanks. 🥴 Thats all i can say before i start rambling like a little stupid baby. i just pulled an all nighter and i’m typing this at 2 am, so i will schedule this post for later and see the mess i have created.

TL;DR i frickin love you guys

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bluedrawsanddreams · 3 years

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One through three for the most likely to self ship addition

1) Most likely to text me memes at 2 frickin’ am: probably Martin, Chris, Leo

2) most likely to wake me up at sunrise to get breakfast with them: Percy, Alex, Peter, Manolo

3) most likely to pull an all nighter with me: Gabriel, Crash, Donnie, Pidge, Keith, Rocket

#f/o ask #imagine your f/o #romantic f/o #parental f/o #familial f/o #platonic f/o #f/o x s/i #f/o #f/o community #f/o imagines #f/o prompt #self ship prompt #self ship imagine #self ship community #self ship #self ship asks #answered #blue answers

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deantransgressions2 · 3 years

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6x04 weekend at bobby’s

#1: was a dick to bobby, who had just pulled an all nighter to help him with research

time tag: 7:38

#2: “bearing my soul like a frickin girl here” (said to bobby) yeah and?

time tag: 25:17

#3: calls bobby selfish for not being at his beck and call whenever he needs him.

time tag: 25:31

#rufus bela gordon and ruby are literally the greatest characters to come out of this stupid show #dean critical #dean negative #mild #sam winchester #spn #6x03 #weekend at bobby's #belittling #sexism

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years

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Chapter 13 (The Innocent)

It was back to school and Elizabeth’s last doctor’s appointment for her check up. It was a new year and junior year for her so she hoped that it would be one of the best. She found Monse and Cesar holding hands about to go downstairs so she caught up with them and walked next to them while Ruby, Olivia, and Jamal caught up and walked with them as well.

“It’s a new year,” Jamal said.

“And a new day,” Monse said with a smile.

“Finally, we can get back to normal,” Ruby said.

“Turner!” The football coach called out.

Lunch time came around and the crew was walking to find a seat and Jamal was freaking out, “guys! I have eyes on me,”

“Me too. post-shooting lookie-loos are out in full force,” Elizabeth groaned.

“Elizabeth, Ruby!” a girl called out. Elizabeth pulled down her shirt to show the gunshot wound while the girl took a picture, “thanks,”

“I don’t know how long I can take being Bullet Girl and Bullet Boy,” Elizabeth sat down at a lunch table.

“I just wanna get back to normal,” Ruby sighed.

“Normal?” Jasmine appeared, “Baby, you ain’t ever been normal! You got that special sauce flowing through your veins. And probably all over that juicy nalga,” Jasmine laughed while Elizabeth and Olivia tried to hold in their laugh, “Elizabeth said that I can sit with y’all,”

“Shoot, I forgot dessert,” Ruby tried to leave, but Jasmine wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh, you sit. I got you. Sugar free sweets for my super-sweet treat, coming right up!” Jasmine walked away.

“I’m sorry, but ever since my brush with death, I made a bargain with the big man. Or woman. Let’s just say the universe is gender neutral. But that part of the deal was to work on my karmic energy, be a better person so shit don’t go sideways,” Elizabeth explained.

“Couldn’t you choose to save the rain forest instead?” Monse asked.

“See? I knew this would be an issue,” Ruby said.

“Speaking of commitment, we need to make one. What are we gonna do with the cheddar? We need a plan of action ASAP. First thing after school, all-hands meeting. This kind of gouda can get ripe real quick. I’m not sure we can handle it if people start sniffing around,” Jamal said.

“Cheesy, but I like it,” Ruby said.

“Yes!” Jamal and Ruby fistbumped.

“Sorry, y’all keep me updated. I got a shift over at the restaurant today and I need the money,” Elizabeth shrugged.

The group nodded, “right now, the money as is makes us targets. We need to move quickly to wash the cash so we can use the money and help Cesar survive.” Monse added and Cesar agreed.

“Ok. So where are we meeting?”

“My dad’s coming home this afternoon,” Monse said.

“So we can’t do it at Monse’s and my house is pretty tense post big-debacle, and Cesar never hosts. So, Ruby, it’s you.” Jamal reasoned.

“No. Your mom doesn’t want me around,” Cesar said.

“Oh, my mom’s got a job all week, so we’re good. My house after school,” Ruby said.

Everyone agreed, but Elizabeth, “sorry, y’all. I got work after school, but let me know what you decide,”

After school, everyone went their separate ways and Oscar picked Elizabeth up at the next street, driving to the restaurant. The two talked about nothing in particular, just enjoyed the other’s company until they got to the restaurant.

“Thank, baby,” Elizabeth kissed Oscar’s cheek, “you’re probably going to be busy later so I can take the bus or call an uber,”

“Nah, if I am busy, one of your three Santos can pick you up,” Oscar scoffed, “you trippin’, you ain’t gonna use public transportation,”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, “whatever, estupido. I gotta go, bye,”

Elizabeth got out of the car and ran inside the restaurant, tying her apron strings behind her back, but the manager of the restaurant, Noah, came up to her, “Elizabeth, I need to talk to you in my office,”

“Ok,” Elizabeth hesitated going, but did it anyway, “what happened, sir?”

“It is to my understanding that you have suffered a gunshot wound,” Noah stated.

“Yes, sir,”

“Interesting. Well, seeing from where you are from, I am going to have to release you from this establishment. I don’t want any of your…” Noah grimaced, “gangs to come in here and destroy the reputation of this restaurant,”

Elizabeth was there, speechless, but a fire erupted in her as she started yelling, “are you frickin’ kidding me?! I am the hardest worker here and I do well from ‘where I’m from’. Now I see you for what you are. A typical white racist asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone else but himself, so no, I am not fired. I quit,” Elizabeth threw her apron at Noah and walked out. She saw Oscar still there so she jumped in his car, “let’s go home,”

“Que? Don’t you have work?” Oscar looked at her confused.

“No! I will explain it. Let’s just go!” Elizabeth seethed so as soon as Oscar started driving, she started talking, “Noah, the manager, fired me today because I got shot and he didn’t want any ‘gangs’ to ruin the reputation. That place doesn’t even have five stars on Yelp so reputation my ass,”

“What?” Oscar looked angry, “he fired you because you from Freeridge then?”

“Basically,” Elizabeth groaned, “Now I don’t have a job since Amazon is only a summer job. I have to find some job now,”

“No, you’re not. I got you,”

“No, Oscar. I am an independent woman that can handle her shit. I don’t need your money. Can we get tacos right now? I want to get some carnitas and carne asada tacos,” Elizabeth pulled her hair from the ponytail, “I can probably apply at the taco joint and at Dwayne’s, maybe,”

Oscar grabbed her hand, “bebe, you don’t need two jobs. Let me help you and ma out,”

“No. I got this. I can do this, I mean I’ve done this before. I can work weekends and after school, all nighters aren’t new to me, anyway. Less time with the squad, but that doesn’t matter,” Elizabeth rambled, “no, no. I got this, yeah,”

Oscar scoffed, but didn’t say anything until they got to Tio’s Taqueria. The two walked in and Marc Jimenez, the owner, walked out and greeted the Santos leader, “Hola, Spooky. What can I get for you today?”

“Let me get dos carnitas tacos y dos carne asada tacos,” Oscar nodded.

“Hello, sir. My name is Elizabeth Hernandes and I was wondering if I could maybe get a job here? I can help with anything at minimum wage,” Elizabeth shuffled her feet.

“Si, Elizabeth. My worker got deported not long ago so when can you start?” Marc asked.

“As soon as possible! I can work after school until closing every other day,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Muy bien. Spooky, it’s gonna be $5,” Marc said to Oscar, but Elizabeth jumped in and shoved a five dollar bill in his hand, “gracias, chica,”

“No. Give it back,” Oscar glared at Elizabeth, “I got you, Eli, so take your money and sit down,” Elizabeth stood her ground and glared right back, “fine. Take her money, I’ll make sure to tell a certain someone that you were planning to get two jobs. She won’t like that very much either,”

“Fine,” Elizabeth took back her five dollars and sat down at a table, “stupid boy thinks he can do all that shit,” a plan formulated in her head as she smirked and put the bill in her back pocket. Oscar sat down with her shortly after with the four tacos, “Thank you, Spooky,”

Oscar looked at her suspiciously, “what are you up to?”

Elizabeth looked up at him innocently, “what are you talking about, lovely?” Oscar scoffed, but still held a smile as he shook his head. Finally the two were done and on their way to Elizabeth’s place since Cesar texted her that he wasn’t gonna be in until night. The two settled in the living room, Elizabeth laying on top of Oscar as they lay across the couch, watching whatever was on until Elizabeth’s plan started in motion. Elizabeth looked up and started kissing Oscar enough to get him distracted and slowly put the five dollars in his front pocket.

They heard keys jingle through the front door so they scrambled to look normal, Elizabeth sat next to Oscar with her legs thrown over his as Oscar just sat with his arm around her. The door opened to reveal Leticia coming in with groceries so the two stood up and quickly helped her put them away, grabbing a couple snacks that she brought too.

“What were you guys doing?” Leticia asked the couple.

“Your daughter tried to distract me so she could shove five dollars in my pocket for the tacos I bought her today. Tell her to take it back,” Oscar held up the bill, “nothing gets passed me, amor,”

“Eli, get your money back right now,” Leticia said, “now, how was work?”

“I quit, but I got another one at the taco joint around the corner,” Elizabeth said.

“Why did you quit? I thought you liked working there,” Leticia questioned.

“Oh, nothing,” Elizabeth said as Oscar scoffed, “don’t lie, Elizabeth. She quit because the manager is racist. Talkin’ about bringing in gangs in the establishment or some shit,”

“Oscar!” Elizabeth yelled, “why did you snitch?!”

“Oh, you want me to snitch? Ok. Ma, Eli is going to get-” Oscar started, but Elizabeth covered his mouth, “Eli is going to bring home some tacos and barbeque once her new one job starts,”

Oscar pushed her hand away, “she’s getting two jobs. One at the taco joint y Dwayne’s Barbecue,”

“Elizabeth Hernandes, is that true?!” Leticia yelled.

Elizabeth began slapping Oscar, but Leticia took off her shoe and started hitting Elizabeth, “are you estupido? You are not supposed to be stuck here! You’re supposed to go to UCLA and get out, to get a better life outside of Freeridge! Don’t you dare get two jobs. I said I got the bills and things also stop hitting mi precioso,”

Elizabeth sat down on the couch, “wow, you love Oscar more than me. Ma, please. I want to help and I can stay up or do it during my electives and other classes because we all know I can ace it without even trying,”

Leticia sat down next to her, Oscar sitting on the armrest, “Mija, I am your mother. I am supposed to provide for you, not you provide for us. I will allow you to have these jobs, but I want you to use what you earned and go on a shopping spree or do something for you,”

“Thank you, mama. You do know I am still going to pay for some of the bills, right?” Elizabeth giggled as she hugged her mother.

“Oscar, talk some sense into this puta,” Leticia unwrapped Elizabeth’s arms from around her, “now, I am going to sleep. Buenas noches,”

“Buenas noches,”

#Oscar Diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagines #the innocent oscar diaz fanfiction #spooky diaz #spooky diaz x reader #on my block #omb #netflix on my block #netflix omb #julio macias #julio macias fanfic #julio macias fanfiction

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diabloindigo · 3 years

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Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days?

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes.

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy.

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers.

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange.

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while.

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months.

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series.

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse.

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it.

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No.

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player.

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little.

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill.

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember.

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second.

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers.

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone.

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate.

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries.

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda.

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now.

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days.

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that?

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it.

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No.

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances.

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No.

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no.

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No.

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes.

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes.

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college.

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force.

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college.

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid.

How about the president? Never.

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character.

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted.

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several.

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles.

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No.

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments.

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer.

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt.

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs.

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them.

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan.

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping.

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps.

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types.

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke.

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors.

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing.

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline.

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No.

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes.

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left.

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe.

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens.

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger?

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No.

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties.

Have you ever been suspended? No.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid.

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes.

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so.

What are you listening to right now? The AC running.

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope.

Are you tan? No.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer.

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool.

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun.

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that.

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

#random monkey shit #survey #ask #bored #Q and A #long post

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 4 years

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Bruce Banner headcanons Babey

Bruce Banner x reader, slight Tony Stark x reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none!!!

A/n: hi! These aren't any specific category of headcanons, it's just stuff that dating Bruce would include. There's stuff about how you both would spend christmas, quarantine, etc. Just some cute fluff. Love ya'll - Aphro-frickin-dite

• Bruce is obsessed with tea.

• You will NEVER catch him without a mug in his hand. Whether it's earl grey, chamomile, matcha or English breakfast, he'll always be drinking tea.

• He also knows the different properties of tea and when you should drink them because he just loves tea so much.

• "Babe, look at this! I just found out that berry herbal tea can help with migraines."

• He also loves to cook, it's one of his biggest passions.

• He'll cook you dinner all the time, constantly buying new books to spot any new recipes.

• When he's stressed, the first place he goes is the lab. Being around the technology and whiteboards packed with equations brings him peace, for some reason.

• You both kiss in the lab so often that Tony often doesn't let you inside.

• "Open the fucking door, Antony."

"Fine, but if you start making out with Brucey then you'll have to give me a kiss too!"

• You and Tony having this weird frenemy kind of relationship. He didn't like you two being at such close proximity first because he thought it would distract Bruce, but he sees how you make him so much happier so he can't help but like you.

• Okay so we all know Bruce doesn't sleep much, the poor dude's an insomniac.

• But he always sleeps so much better when he has you in his arms, just knowing that you're there and he can keep you safe.

• But on those nights where he just cannot drift off, he likes to do something fun.

• He'll wake you up just after midnight and will (quietly) play some old fashioned music, and you'll both sleepily slow dance in the middle of your room.

• In fact, it was more Steve's music taste who influenced Bruce than Tony's, Bruce was never a fan of the whole 90s rock thing.

• He mainly listens to music from the late 30s, classical music like Tchaikovsky, or 70s dance music. He has three moods.

• Sometimes you'll walk into the kitchen to find Bruce, dancing to Gimme Gimme Gimme by Abba, while cooking dinner.

• He's such a cuddler omg.

• Although he isn't a big fan of PDA, he is a monster for affection when it's only the both of you.

• Cold winter mornings, cuddling in bed under 50 million blankets. Your legs intertwined, just a messy tangle of limbs.

• Bruce is always warm. No matter what the weather, he's practically a human radiator.

• He loves it when you play with his hair.

• Just loosely running your fingers through it will drive him insane.

• He's always so scared to kiss you! Even ages after you both spent your first intimate night together, he always gets really nervous to come and kiss you, so usually you have to initiate it.

• Despite this, he loves giving you tiny pecks on the lips and nose. Never really one for making out, but he just loves planting tiny kisses across your face.

• Coming back from a mission is when he needs affection most. He'll hug you so tight against your chest, desperate to get you closer to him every second.

• He loves your singing voice, and whenever he gets really anxious you'll sing to calm him down.

• Even if you don't think you can sing very well, he could spend his entire life having you sat next to him, quietly singing some of his favourite songs.

• Although the man has two left feet, he LOVES to dance. But only around you. He'd never let any of the avengers catch him dancing, but with you, he feels truly comfortable and will dance forever.

• He loves watching and analysing movies, so expect lots of movie nights together.

• You always force him to watch musicals and disney movies and he pretends to hate it, but secretly he absolutely loves it.

• Pulling all nighters together in the lab can be a mixed bag.

• One time you pulled an all nighter, you were both super serious and put all of your attention on your work, not wasting any time to fuss about each other.

• Another time you pulled an all nighter, Tony left the lab to grab some coffee and returned to find you and Bruce re-enacting the scene from titanic on top of one of the tables, both of you screaming "My Heart Will Go On" at the top of your lungs.

• Whenever the holidays come around you both go all out. Even if neither of you actually celebrate them religiously, you love to put loads of decorations up and play Christmas music all the damn time.

• It kinda drives the rest of the avengers crazy.

• But on Christmas day, you and Bruce plan all the festivities for the group. He'll cook christmas lunch, you'll be in charge of movies and presents, and you'll both definitely be wearing matching ugly Christmas sweaters.

• He's your biggest supporter, and you're his. He just adores you and worships every fibre of your being, and he often wonders how he managed to get someone as beautiful as you. And when he's had a rough day and is full of insecurities, your the first person to remind him of how intelligent and kind he is.

• Y'all are a power couple I'll tell you that.

• When quarantine started, it wasn't easy for either of you. It made you both super stressed and paranoid, but you were self isolating together and that was all that mattered.

• Bruce kinda getting a cult following on Tumblr and Twitter, having over 12k followers. Because his fans (well, technically the Hulk's fans) love you so much, you both like to release little videos to let them know you're doing well while in lockdown.

• "Hey guys, it's Bruce and y/n here, we just wanted to let you all know that we're healthy and happy at home."

"Yeah, although it's been driving us up the wall, staying at home is the most important thing for us and the world. So stay home and stay safe! And don't forget to wash your hands. Unlike Bruce, who doesn't wash his hands after he pees..."

"Hey! I wash my hands after I pee!"

[Incoherent laughing]

• You both learn from each other so much and inspire the other to be a better person.

• I want 🤧

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darkestaken-archived · 4 years

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reposting this from the archive but: since y’all seem to like gustov here’s some more stuff:

he loves his kids, he truly does. but he wants to respect melony’s wishes, which are ‘do nor breathe in my and my children’s general direction’.

he is still very much in love with melony and worships the ground she walks on from … very far.

he knows what he did is wrong. he knows he’s a crappy father, and an even crappier husband.

he did try to make things work. he would pull all-nighters to finish work earlier to go back home the very next moment it was all done, just to see his wife and kids. however, since he was at the head of the project … sometimes, he’d get a new fresh pile dropping on his desk.

this does not excuse him. the result of poor choice-making and ‘fate’ in some kind of way made it so melony and him drifted apart. shit happens, that’s how life goes. he’s also at the other side of the sea to make sure nobody frickin dies from a flood in atoma.

he fucking. misses his family man.

he’s overall a good person. he however has a problem when it comes to standing up to himself, and that fact alone directed many of his very bad and poor life decisions. the man simply doesn’t have much in the guts.

#𝔹𝔸ℝℝ𝔸𝔾𝔼 — npc ► gustov.#𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐏. 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐔𝐏. ► gym leaders of atoma.

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kwanisms · 5 years

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Screw Finals, Let’s Cuddle - jww

⤑ anonymous said: if you’re still taking requests, what about idol!wonwoo helping his student!gf to get through her finals being the sweetest supportive boyfriend material? i’m almost done with my finals but the closer the end is, the more impossible it seems, jeon wonwoo come save me please vmekrhrkrlrp i love your writing, thanks so much for sharing it with us

⤑ genre: fluff ⤑ pairing: idol!Wonwoo x college!Reader ⤑ warning: just tons of fluff cause wonwoo is hella cute uwu ⤑ summary: Wonwoo has a few days off from his busy idol schedule and decides to help Y/N through her college finals, know exactly how stressed she is. Just a cute fluffy drabble with tons of praise, Wonwoo being a good boyfriend, and cuddles. ⤑ word count: 1k

a/n: this was so much fun and I just love Wonwoo so much. look at him. he’s so frickin cute uwu ~K♡

Finals week was probably the worst week of any college student's life and you were no exception. Pulling all nighters to make sure you were well prepared for your exams. You barely slept and you ran on ramen noodles and Monster Energy. Almost twice you had a mental breakdown and the only thing that kept you sane was your boyfriend.

Dating Wonwoo had its perks, but at times, it was stressful. Dating an idol wasn't easy and it never got easier. Despite his hectic schedule, he always made time for you, especially now when you were at the end of your rope.

Wonwoo noticed a break in his schedule and decided to take that time for you. As soon as practice was over, he went straight back to the dorm to take a shower and pack a bag for a few nights at your place. Once he finished, he made his way over.

The three sharp raps at the door didn't register with you at first as you sat at the island in your studio apartment. It wasn't until the bell rang that you realized you had a visitor. Getting up from your seat, you checked through the door, surprised to see your boyfriend standing on the other side.

Excitedly, you opened the door, squealing when once face to face with Wonwoo. A smile broke out over his face as you pulled him into the apartment and pulled him into a hug. “Miss me?” he asked wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours.

“Yes,” you pouted and looked up at him. He smiled, his nose crinkling before he pressing a kiss to your lips. “I have a few days off from being an idol, so I thought I would come see you,” Wonwoo said as he followed you to your bedroom where he saw all your books and notebooks sprawled all over your bed.

“You’ve been studying hard, I see,” he noted and you nodded as you got back on your bed. “Yeah, finals week has been kicking my ass lately,” you told him and Wonwoo replied with a nod. “When did you last eat?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed. You thought hard before answering. When did you last eat? “I think I had a snack a few hours ago,” you replied with a shrug. Wonwoo stared at you as you picked up a workbook. “Okay,” he said reaching over and taking the book from you. “Hey!” you protested.

“It’s time to eat,” he said and set your book on your desk. “But I have to study,” you said with a pout. Wonwoo leaned over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know, but right now,” he said as he stood up. “You need to eat. So you can either come with me on your own, or I can drag you out of this room,” he said with a mischievous grin. You opted to follow him out of your room.

Wonwoo turned on the TV and commanded you to sit on the couch while he called your favorite takeout place for delivery. The two of you watched TV while you waited for your order to arrive. Half an hour later, you sat at the kitchen island, eating and joking around with Wonwoo. He told you how practice had been for the last few weeks and a story about something silly Mingyu did.

After dinner, he made you sit on the couch again while he started up one of your favorite movies. When you curled up into his side, he wrapped a blanket around the two of you to make you more comfortable.

You didn’t realize you were so tired because soon, you were drifting off to sleep. Wonwoo noticed and kissed your temple. “Are you sleepy?” he asked in a soft voice. When you nodded yes, he got up, making sure to keep you wrapped in the blanket. “I’ll be right back, babe,” he said before moving to your room and cleaning up your bed.

He made sure to stack everything neatly on your desk and picked up some of the dirty clothes on the floor, throwing them in the hamper in your closet before he went back into the living room where he found you slumped over, fast asleep, still wrapped in the blanket. Wonwoo couldn’t stop his heart from melting at the sight of you fast asleep. He gently picked you up and carried you to your room, placing you lighting in the bed before he went to turn the TV off and made sure the front door was locked.

Once locking up your apartment for the night, he got into the bed next to you and pulled the covers up, blanketing you both before pulling you into his arms. He kissed your head, whispering, “goodnight (Y/N),” in your ear. It took only a few minutes for Wonwoo to slip into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, you woke to the smell of breakfast. Getting up, you grabbed your blanket from the night before and walking into the kitchen, wrapped in the material where you saw Wonwoo making you something simple. He turned around when you entered, flashing you a smile. “Morning,” he said in a deep voice as you sat at the kitchen island.

“Morning,” you grumbled still sleepy. He turned away from the stove and moved to stand across the island from you. “How did you sleep?” he asked and you shrugged. “Pretty well actually. Thanks,” you said and he smiled again. “No problem. I’m almost done here so after we eat, I’ll help you study for a bit,” he said “How does that sound?” he asked.

“What about your schedule?” you asked and he shook his head. “I have the entire day to help you study, remember? I’m off for the next few days,” Wonwoo said as he turned to the stove to finish breakfast. “I’m all yours, honey,” he added, peering over his shoulder to wink at you.

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