#this has been happening since they were like 14
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It would’ve been you
Pairing- Bob Floyd x afab reader
Summary- you’d finally admitted your feelings to Bob, the only problem? He doesn’t remember any of it, and now he’s got a new girlfriend.
Warnings- angst, a little bit of smut, Bob being a dummy, reader also being a dummy.
A/N- Hey babies! Let’s celebrate me finally getting back to the states with a new fic I wrote (one of three) on my 14 hour flight last night, not beta read, fuck it we ball. 😂😂
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Bob’s new girlfriend was awful.
No really she was. Natasha had been sending you emails for weeks about how bad things had become, and until you’d stepped back on shore you had scarcely believed it yourself.
It had been twelve weeks since you left for your special detachment. Twelve weeks since you drunkenly fell into bed with your best friend Robert Floyd.
You’d had a party at you and your roommate Natasha’s, sort of a “good luck hope you don’t die” drunk fest as your front seater Jake Seresin liked to call it. Too many drinks were had and inhibitions were pretty much non existent by the end of the night, Bob offering to help you clean up which resulted in drunken confessions of love and hands roaming bodies until the early morning hours.
It has been perfect, messy, but perfect. You’d scarcely hoped he felt the same and had been holding a candle for him for an embarrassingly long time. When you woke that morning you were in a lavender haze of ooey gooey feels, sneaking out of your room to shower and pack your things as you thought about what might be in the future for the two of you when you made it back from the mission.
But when Bob woke up with the hangover of the century and didn’t remember a single bit of the night before? Everything went to shit. You were too embarrassed to tell him the truth, if he didn’t remember then maybe it didn’t mean what you thought it had meant, and maybe he hadn’t been ready to cross that line with you after all. So you bottled it all up, pushing forward with the mission and kept contact to a minimum. He never said it but he knew something was off, you never missed an email when he wrote and lately you’d all but ignored him entirely.
About 6 weeks into your deployment, Nat hit you with a bomb you never expected- Bob had started seeing someone. You let it all out in your bunk, cried until your tears could have floated the carrier you were on and then some. You should have said something, you knew that now, and it was too little too late.
When you made it back Nat was bursting at the seams to give you all the gossip, you weren’t ready to hear it but she was quite literally bouncing on her toes to give you the tea so you settled in after a shower and let her blab.
“She’s awful y/n!!! Some wannabe instagram influencer who is on her phone constantly and oh my god she is rude!! She puts on this sweet little angel vibe for Bob but as soon as he leaves the room she’s like Cruella de Vil with blonde hair. I’m totally convinced she only wants to be with him for the military girlfriend vibes, she posts all these pictures of them together and tags them with little stupid hashtags about how she’s a military girlfriend and blah blah blah.” She says with a scowl as she pretends to fake wretch and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Is he happy with her?” You ask quietly, too afraid to look in her eyes, she’s too perceptive for her own good though; she’s known something changed between the two of you but hadn’t been able to place it.
“Honestly? He looks miserable, he hasn’t seemed like himself since you blew out of the house the morning of your deployment without so much as a goodbye. I don’t know what happened and I won’t ask, but I think you two need to talk. He misses you.” She took your hand in hers and gave you a kind smile, she was a bulldog in her field but she was the kindest soul you’d ever met. “I miss him too Natty, I really do.”
Bob had really liked Lauren in the beginning, she seemed like such a sweet girl, her socials full of pictures of her rescuing dogs and going on adventures, he could really see a future for them. But then she started only wanting to hang out when he was at the bar with his navy friends, always on her phone posting pictures of him in uniform, and bragging on her tiktok about being a Navy pilot’s girlfriend when that wasn’t even really what he did and she never seemed to listen enough to actually care about getting to know him for who he was. It had become exhausting, and he couldn’t talk to the person he wanted to the most because it felt like you’d completely ghosted him over the past few weeks. Bob was at a loss, he didn’t know what had changed between the two of you but as soon as Natasha announced to the group chat everyone was going to dinner to celebrate you and Hangman making it home he only had one thing on his mind- corner you and find out what the hell he’d done to piss you off.
When he got to the Hard Deck that night everyone was already in full party mode, drinks and pizzas littered the back wall of the bar as everyone danced along to Rooster’s rendition of “Benny and the Jets” on the piano, you perched right by his side singing the harmony and bursting into giggles as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You were breathtaking, you always had been to Bob but he’d never had the courage to tell you how he felt, always burying it when the feelings bubbled up in his chest. He was glad he hadn’t brought Lauren with him, he couldn’t clear the air between the two of you with her around, and honestly he was still wondering if he even wanted to continue a relationship with her in the first place. He would unpack all of that later, the song had ended and you’d noticed he was staring at you, your skin flushing bright red at his gaze.
You knew he’d be here, but even after weeks away you weren’t sure you were ready to face him. Did he remember what happened? Did it change anything? It certainly had to you, how could it not? You’d admitted your deepest feelings for him and then had the best sex of your life, only for him to completely forget it ever happened. It was devastating, but there wasn’t any way to avoid him so better to just rip the bandaid off now and get it over with. You sat your empty beer down on a nearby table and made your way to where he was perched at the bar, ginger ale and peanuts occupying his hands as he looked you over with a nervous smile.
“Hey.” Oh god really? Hey? That’s all you could come up with? You cringed internally at the waver in your tone, you can be held responsible for millions of dollars of military tech but Bob Floyd is somehow the Achilles heel in your confidence? Jesus.
“Hi” he said softly and smiled back at you, “we’ve missed you around here, you didn’t answer any of my letters and I was starting to get worried about ya.” He fiddled with the top of the plastic cup holding the peanuts and tried to look anywhere but in your eyes, this was already the most awkward conversation he’d ever had and that was saying something for him.
“Look, Bob I don’t want to prolong this but I get it ok? We all do stupid things when we’re drunk and I won’t hold it against you. I heard you have a new girlfriend and I’ll respect that, I just…I need some time. I meant every word of what I said to you that night and if you just said it back to be kind-“
“Whoa hold on a minute, what are you talking about honey?” He thrust a hand out to catch yours and watched horror cross your face, what the hell had he done?!
“Oh-oh my god. You still don’t remember. Fuck, I- I’m sorry Bob I can’t do this right now.” You all but ran from him towards the back door and out into the night, you were fairly certain you were going to throw up or pass out. Maybe both.
Bob’s head was swimming, he stood up to follow you and had a moment flash behind his eyes. You beneath him, arms around his neck as the two of you ground into each other in your bed. He’d thought that had been a dream…it had been…right? The more he tried to think of it the more the memories came back, watching you come undone beneath him as you cried out your love for him, his hands tangled in your hair as he made the same confession. Natasha came up behind his rigid form to press a hand to his shoulder and he jerked back with a gasp, deep blue eyes wild and filled with panic. “Hey, whoah! Easy Bob, what’s going on?” She put both hands on his biceps as if to steady him but it couldn’t stop the room from spinning.
I-I’ve gotta get outta here Phoenix, did you see where y/n went? I royally screwed things up I have to see if I can fix it before it’s too late.”
She pointed towards the back door and he was bolting for it before she could say anything else, he couldn’t believe how much of a fool he’d been.
You were crouched in the sand a hundred feet or so from the bar, gasping in deep breaths as tears clouded your vision, head in your hands and body shaking. You should have just said something the morning after it happened, why didn’t you just tell him then? He still didn’t remember and if he didn’t remember then it must’ve not meant anything to him, now he was with someone else and your chance had all but evaporated. Had you completely lost him now? You didn’t know if you could bear not having him in your life, even if he wasn’t in love with you, losing your closest friend would be too much to bear.
“Y/n?” You heard him say softly behind you, he had always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on people and you supposed you should’ve known he’d come. He was the kindest person you knew, even if something made him uncomfortable he still worried about others. Selfless.
You swiped the tears away as best as you could before you stood and looked at him but it was no use, the second you locked eyes the tears were back.
“Robby, fuck I’m so sorry. I should’ve brought it up the morning after it happened but I-“
“I didn’t remember. And you thought it best to leave it be.”
“Y-yes” you said shakily, and you saw anger flash across his handsome features, a look you weren’t used to seeing from your beloved WSO.
“Damnit y/n! All that time wasted! If-if I’d’ve just known-“ he was shaking his head in frustration and you realized with a shock that he may not have remembered- but he meant what he said.
“Wait- wait, are you saying you meant it?” You said with a whisper, Bob looking at you incredulously like you’d grown three heads or something ridiculous.
“Is that what you’re worried about? That I didn’t… Jesus of course I meant it! How could I not? I think I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you and I feel cheated now! I’ve had you in my arms, kissed you, made love to you and I don’t remember it, but the worst part is knowing that you kept this from me. We could’ve been together this whole time! I’ve been pissing my time away with a girl who couldn’t give a rats ass about me and you’ve been right here all along.”
You were so sure he’d said it in a drunken mistake, braced for the worst that it wasn’t registering that he was telling you everything you wanted to hear, tears still spilling from your eyes as you blinked up at him, and a sound of frustration escaped his mouth as he yanked you into his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, and you melted into him as it finally settled in that this was real.
He took your face in his hands as he tipped your head up to look at him, swiping the tears away with his thumbs while you tried to bring yourself back down from the meltdown.
“Damnit girl it’s always been you, I don’t know how you could’ve thought otherwise.”
You laughed out at your stupidity and leaned up into him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
“Now listen, I want to do this right, so before I let myself drown in you like I want I have something I need to do. Stay right here, wait for me.” He kissed you again and released you, already missing his warmth you let out a whine.
He chuckled and swiped a loose curl behind your ear, “in order to make love to you like I want, I have to speak to Lauren. I want a clean slate for us baby, give me a few minutes and I promise after this I’m yours until you’re sick of me.”
“Never gonna happen” you said with a grin and he mirrored you with a brilliant smile of his own.
He had a renewed confidence he hadn’t felt in months as he made his way back inside to get his phone, passing Hangman by the dart board with his arm braced against the wall and a very familiar blonde haired woman shamelessly flirting with him.
Doing a double take he confirmed with a laugh that is was in fact his girlfriend trying to shoot her shot with Jake Seresin and oddly enough it didn’t even surprise him.
“Hey Seresin, glad to see your back.” He said with a smack on the golden haired aviators back, Jake cocking his head to the side with a smirk.
“Baby on Board! Good to see ya, glad to be back home. This is- uhh I’m sorry sugar I don’t know that I got your name” he said gesturing towards the girl and she looked at Bob like a deer in headlights.
“Lauren, her name is Lauren. By the way, whatever was going on with you and me? It’s over sweet pea. I think you two will be very happy together, you like TikTok right Hangman? She’s real big into all that influencer shit. Anyways, you two have a good night, I’ve got somewhere else to be.” He said as he walked off winking at Natasha as she cackled from her perch near the group.
He bounded out into the sand to find you right where he let you, lighter than air as he looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to kiss you like he’d wanted. You gasped into his mouth as he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth to taste you. It was perfect, all your little sweet noises as you grasped at his collar and rubbed your body against his.
“Robby” you gasped out as his lips drifted down your jaw and to your neck and he felt lightheaded over all of it. “What’s on your mind baby” he said as he smiled against your skin and you shivered in his arms. “Take me home? I think- I think we need a do over. Want you so bad.” He couldn’t think of anything better, tossing you over his shoulders as you shrieked and giggled he carried you to the parking lot and placed you gently in the passenger seat of his old beat up truck.
“Let’s get you home sugar, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, hope you weren’t planning on sleepin’ tonight, I don’t know that I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.”
You all but crawled into his lap in the bench seat as you ran your hands through his sandy blonde hair,
“I love you. Don’t you dare keep your hands to yourself, want you to love on me until we can’t move anymore, take me home and make me yours.”
And he did. Six months later when he put a ring on your finger it was a surprise to absolutely no one, he’d always pick on you for hiding the truth and you’d never let him live it down that he had forgotten making love to you in the first place. It seemed so silly now looking back on it, knowing you two were meant to be. He’d always been the one, and now he always would be.
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If I missed anyone I’m sorry I’m running on three hours of sleep 😭
#top gun maverick#bob floyd#top gun maverick fanfiction#robert floyd#robert bob floyd#robert floyd x reader#robert floyd x you#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd smut
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Quick thing
-Overall behavior
-Objectifying Ash, ignoring her boundaries. ignoring Logan's boundaries by giving him the gun.
-Shooting down everybody's suggestions except for Ash. Seeing people as "annoying" for "solving his puzzles" (Ashlyn). Like he's above them in this way? He treats other people like playthings to entertain himself (thus the "puzzle" metaphor)
-let's be real canvas Aiden has been arrested before
-Threatening the student for taking his pencil, generally more violent with the phantoms (enjoying it) than the rest of the group
-Based on how he treats the student I would say it's common for him (he has a reputation at school) and it looks like it doesn't bother him. He also doesn't feel bad about basically blackmailing Ash.
-Grabbing at the lever without any regard for what would happen (he was definitely gonna pull it even if Ash didn't bump into him). Blasting music while driving his car even though it could attract phantoms. Driving recklessly with other people in the car.
-in canvas they are 16/17 so he couldn't be diagnosed, but assuming they've been in high school together for a while he's been like this since at least 14
-aggression towards people...yeah. you could "include" animals in the "phantoms", I guess
-he broke her window, but I'll excuse it for the situation they were in- he could still just knock tho?? Like why is that his first idea-
-Was dishonest about why he was following Ash around (and just revealed it since he felt like he could benefit from it)
I guess I could get more into it but I need to study lol
#sbg#school bus graveyard#sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon#aiden clark#antisocial personality disorder#(if anybody with aspd would like to verify pls let me know :>)#btw guys please dont be ableist on this post#i dont ask for much
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First Things First
1) Queenofuniverses has been spamming me with asks
2) She told me to remove my post which was replying to her ask. So I decided to because that’s the nice thing to do. -> CLICK HERE
3) Then I received an anonymous ask saying that I was mean to queenofuniverses (QOU) and that i was insensitive since she lost her father (never happened by the way) CLICK HERE
4) QUO sent me an ask saying that she lost her father and that she wanted help getting into the void. She said I mistook her for someone else since I asked her to stop spamming me. In which I responded to “Oh i’m sorry i mistook you for someone else” P.S I didn’t mistake her for someone else. She was spamming me but I didn’t want to humiliate her so I pretended that I just mistook her for someone else.
5) Then I “realised” that I received a rude ask from someone saying that I was mean to QUO and that i was insensitive towards her since she lost her father (which I wasn’t AT ALL, in my reply to the ask I was very kind and apologised, so that started to make me think that it was QUO herself who decided to send me an ask using anon mode)
6) Feeling disrespected, thinking that QUO sent me that ask posing as somebody else, I made a post calling her out. Turns out I was wrong, and the actual anon who sent me that rude ask came forward, and decided to respond. You can read it here -> HERE
7) noddingofcat (the rude anon) started calling out other bloggers and coming for them too because they were defending me because they truly thought that QUO posed as a fake anon to defend herself.
8) Threads and threads were made by us responding to eachother (me and @noddingofcat) You can read them here btw -> CLICK HERE & HERE & HERE
9) This person refused to accept that I made a mistake and kept saying that I did it on purpose to make somebody look bad…FALSE BTW it’s giving conspiracy theorist
10) @noddingofcat kept harassing me even after I apologised continuously to QUO. She then proceeded to give me a morality lesson and tell me to be kind, whilst she was being rude.
11) @noddingofcat COMPLETELY disregarded their wrongs and flipped EVERYTHING on me. I think she acknowledged that it was wrong for her to sen done a rude ask at one point. But i never understood why she was being an advocate for QUO and acting like a victim.
12) Through those threads, I found out that @noddingofcat had been privately message QUO and QUO told her that she lost her father. I never knew that QUO lost her father. This is when @noddingofcat decided to go on anon mode and send me a rude ask (brave much)
13) Although at first @noddingofcat had good intentions, she message QUO in attempt to defend me as she thought that QUO was spamming me (which she was). Then QUO told her that she wasn’t spamming me (liar) and then @noddingofcat sent me that rude ask accusing me of being insensitive and implying that I knew she lost her father.
14) Yes QUO sent me that ask saying she lost her father, but not ONCE was i rude to her. I don’t know where @noddingofcat got that from. All i asked her was to stop spamming me (before i knew her father passed).
15) During this whole process, QUO didn’t apologise to me for her lies. and @noddingofcat didn’t apologise to me for twisting up the whole story and making it seem as if i’m some terrible person. She also told me i never manifested anything.
16) As I was rightfully defending myself, @noddingofcat kept asking me to address the post I made about QUO. The post was rude, as it should have been since i thought she was trying to manipulate and deceive me. I repeatedly apologised to QUO for it. Yet @noddingoftears still wasn’t satisfied. She went to go analyse my whole blog and screenshoted posts and annotated them trying to “find” something to pick out.
17) I addressed EVERYTHING she kept repeatedly asking me for. She kept asking me over again but still wasn’t satisfied?
18) I decided to block her because she was literally harrassing me.
19) After I blocked her i noticed that QUO replied to the thread also and started calling me rude and telling me to watch my language. Again, schooling me on my morality whilst she LIED about not spamming me and LIED about me knowing that her father passed.
20) I proceeded to block her too. I didn’t not insult her in any of this btw apart from the post I made about her.
21) Then @noddngofcats went on her main account and started trying to communicate with me on there too.
Many times throughout this I’ve attempted to stop the argument and say that we can both apologise to eachother as it was a misunderstanding but she didn’t want to end it. It was almost as if she enjoyed it because she kept dragging it on. She wouldn’t let it go. I apologised 100000 times to QUO.
Proof -> CLICK HERE
She kept disregarding my feelings and acting surprised and as if i was a murderer because i got angry at QUO as i THOUGHT she sent me that anonymous ask. I apologised for that. Yet some of my followers asked me to apologise? As if i didn’t already. MULTIPLE TIMES. I know apologising doesn’t make everything okay but she isn’t innocent as she spammed me and lied about it.
Proof -> CLICK HERE
noddingofcat kept trying to claim that i purposely switched the screenshots that i put on the post to make it seem as if QUO sent me the ask AFTER the rude anon did. That was a pure mistake. Yet noddingofcat wanted to see the worst in people and claim that i didnt it on purpose. Smh. So not true btw. Attempted to interrogate me again. -> CLICK HERE
She wouldn’t listen to me -> CLICK HERE
Girl started analysing my personality and said my apology was out of character -> CLICK HERE
Started her conspiracy theories -> CLICK HERE
Well there’s more but i think this clears pretty much everything up for those people who kept telling me to apologise and acting like i’m in the wrong.
If you’re going to be so quick to accuse me, please unfollow me. I do not respect you. Nor do i expect you to believe a random person on the internet, but do not try to school me on anything when you didn’t even know the story. This is directed at some people in my inbox telling me to apologise.
#void state#void#law of assumption#loa tumblr#loassumption#loa blog#loablr#manifestation#loa#the void state
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haayy! <33
May I please request platonic, and separate, headcanons for the outsiders gang with a younger reader (12-13-14) that is used to like everyone leaving her life suddenly (example: her father went to war and died, her closest friend moved out, another friend stopped talking to her) and she just like randomly has this habbit of cuddling up into them and shutting out in a 'memorizing state'?
/like she's just like memorizing everything about them because she knows fears that they'll end up leaving as everyone else and she won't have a chance to say goodbye so she just wants to memorize everything about them to remember them?
poor reader's such a sweet traumatized bean that it's not even funny 😭
the gang and clingy child!reader
authors note: this is not romantic, just platonic. in the ask, it basically explains what this is gonna be about. the reader is a child who basically has abandonment issues, and clings onto everyone she meets, specifically the gang. sorry this took a while to post 💗
includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve
word count: 2.8k
warnings: cussing, abandonment, death, angst
PONYBOY CURTIS
the two of you met at school, becoming friends instantly
both of you were good at academics, and would open up to each other once in a while
the two of you would do your own therapy lessons and give each other advice once every week
so when the two of you went back to his house, you politely took off your shoes and greeted his brothers
he invited you to his room to hang out and have your emotional talk of the week and go study
“so… some crazy shit happened and i feel bad about it, but can i tell you…?” you asked
he nodded and sat down on his bed right next to you
you told him about how a close friend ran away, your only good male friend that didn’t treat you like shit
he apologized for it, and you almost started crying
he rubbed your back and said, “you know it’s not your fault though, right? maybe he had some stuff going on..”
you sniffled and tears rolled down your face, you and ponyboys knees and sides next to each other
he told you to lay down so you could rest, and you pulled him down with you, cuddling up into him
he knew you always wanted to be close since it was just a safety thing, you felt loved when you were with someone physically
so he wrapped his arm around you, making you feel protected
you fell asleep and started to breathe normally, ponyboy planned to rest his eyes, but ended up sleeping too
JOHNNY CADE
you and johnny have been friends for a while, the two of you relating because of many things happening at home
your parents didn’t care about you, as johnnys parents didn’t care about him
the only thing they cared about was drinking, however, you and johnny tried as hard as you could to not get into that habit
johnny didn’t go to school much, but you had to
you didn’t have much friends when you were in school, and the only ones you had weren’t really true friends
when you came to school one day, your friends and everyone else were staring at you, whispering to their friends
then one of your classmates came up to you, telling you “hey, you look confused. this is probably the last thing you wanna hear, but there’s a rumor that you were kind of… having a thing with a teacher…”
your eyes went wide and you stared at your classmate, telling them that’s disgusting and not true, they said they knew but the whole school already didn’t like you
so your friends ignored you for the whole day, and you were walking back to your house, johnny seeing you and calling out your name
you turned your head and saw him running over to you, asking what you were doing and if you had a good day at school
“no..” you mumbled, telling him everything that happened
the two of you sat down on a bench, not wanting to go to your houses
you confessed, “i care too much. i just do, and that’s the problem. i’ll want to be friends with the people who talked behind my back, the ones who created the rumors. they’re two of the only people i have. i just… i want to leave.. sometimes..”
johnny knew how you felt, but he didn’t want to worry you, he couldn’t tell you
he felt the same exact way sometimes, always going back to people who hurt him, something you did too
you put your head on his shoulder and he looked down at you, your eyes closed
you were starting to fall asleep, so he put his head on yours and started to fall asleep too
the two of you needed each other, you understood each other like how no one else did
SODAPOP CURTIS
you were a little younger than ponyboy, and you actually tutored him, even though he was pretty smart
the two of you were friends and grew close, so you would come to his house at least twice weekly
you would see soda and darry, ponyboy’s brothers, and they would offer you food and activities for helping out their brother
soda noticed some things in you that he noticed in himself, you were naturally left out, and ponyboy told him that
you kept to yourself but people assumed you didn’t have problems, but you and soda got into a big conversation once, one about emotions, and you didn’t even remember how you started talking about them
you told him nearly everyone in your life walked out on you, like everyone forgot about your existence and no one cared about you
since you had no friends, people didn’t want to be your friend, thinking there’s probably a reason why you had none
“i-i don’t know, i just get overwhelmed sometimes too… like i gotta prove to everyone that im worthy of their time, even though i know no one will listen to me. i don’t know, it’s probably stupid..” you told soda
“i used to feel that way too, but you gotta make risks, right? try to be someone’s friend, go look for relationships! you aren’t gonna get anywhere if you don’t try, huh?” he gave you a weak smile
“yeah… i guess you’re right. does the feeling go away though? wanting to prove yourself even though no one listens? so maybe even people just know you made an effort?” you asked him
he thought for a moment and nodded, “yeah, it goes away eventually…”
you hugged him tightly and lay down on the couch, your feet on his lap
he put his hand on your calf in a comforting way, staring sadly into the distance, outside the window
he had lied, the feeling didn’t even go away for him, he had that feeling for years, and it was still there
but he didn’t want to worry you, you were just a kid, younger than ponyboy
soda grew to care about you as much as he cared about ponyboy, because he saw a part of himself in you, and felt a need to help you
DARRY CURTIS
he was already used to having to take care of his siblings, so he doesn’t necessarily have a problem with taking care of you
you would sleep at his house a lot, in pony boys room since the two of you were closest in age
but you’d seek out for darry and not anyone else
you preferred to stay within arms length near darry, not feeling protected or safe without him
you really looked up to him, and he knew that, he knew about your troubles at home and how nearly every guy in your life walked out on you
you knew you wanted him to stay and take care of you, but you always had the thought in the back of your mind that he would abandon you
but he knew you needed a male figure in your life, so he decided to help you build boundaries and expectations in life
you weren’t feeling the best, you had a school event where you had to present something in front of the whole school
you were nervous and needed someone to be there, someone to support you
but neither your mom nor dad came to visit you, and darry was busy working, plus you didn’t tell him about the event
so when you went home to the curtis house, you saw darry on the couch
“hey kid, how was school? anything fun happen?” he asked
“um… i don’t know, i had to do a presentation in front of the whole class..” you answered
“really? were your parents there?”
you answered with a ‘no’ and he asked, “why didn’t you tell me about it? i could’ve gone, taken the day off.”
tears started to form in your eyes, you sat next to darry and cuddled into his side, nearly laying down
he rubbed your shoulder in a calming gesture, telling you everything would be okay
you sniffled, tears still dripping down your face, repeating “i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” for no reason at all, and he told you there’s nothing to be sorry for
“thank you..” you mumbled to him, slowly falling asleep on the couch
darry just stared at you, feeling bad for you, believing no child should go through what you have gone through
DALLAS WINSTON
the two of you actually met at the police station, both of you being arrested for stealing
he managed to get out of the handcuffs because no one was watching him, and you started wandering around, the officers not cuffing you so you could feel a bit in control, you were a kid after all
dally walked over to you, seeing you secretly looking at files, looking for your name
“the fuck are you in here for, kid?” he asked
“i took something from someone, i was gonna give it back but the bitch just called the fucking cops on me. what about you?” you answered
“i stole too. name’s dally, but how old are you?”
you replied with “y/n. i’m 12.” he stared at you for a couple seconds, mouth opening a bit due to shock, and you got called over to be released
the two of you kept running into each other multiple times throughout the next few months, whether it was on the streets or at the police station
the two of you naturally got to know each other, and he thought of you as a little sister to protect
the two of you were talking about feelings, and how you didn’t know how you felt, most of the time you could never tell what you were feeling, and you never knew how to explain it to someone because they wouldn’t understand
except he understood, that was the one thing someone’s said that he’s full on related to
you told him your mom left when you were young, but you never had the words to explain how you felt, and people thought you were a shitty person because of it, which caused you to have no friends
you confessed all of that while you were sitting on a chair in the police station, next to dally
he responded with “it’s okay not to know how you’re feeling. i’m sure you know deep down, you just don’t know how to explain it. that’s fine, you’re not a bad person for it. you’re still figuring things out.” making eye contact with you the whole time, trying to get you to understand
you looked at him the whole time with a look in your eyes that he thought was sad, but knew you wouldn’t know that
you didn’t say anything back, and put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and falling asleep
he put his head back to the wall, closing his eyes too, a protective arm around you and falling asleep
TWO-BIT MATTHEWS
he unexpectedly understands emotions very well, no one really expects him to have such a high emotional intelligence since his thing is making jokes and making fun of people
but when you walked his sister home, even though she was very young and you didn’t even know her, he appreciated it
it became routine for you to walk her home to her and two-bit’s house after school, and her brother decided ‘might as well get to know her if she’s keeping my sister safe’
so the two of you became close, and it was like you were his sister too
you started opening up about how you were never that protected in your life, so you wanted to protect those who never had it either
just so they’d feel a little better and feel like people care about them, that person being two-bits sister
she was almost in second grade, used to walk alone after school, feeling unsafe
then you walked her home and continued to do that for years
when you walked her home one day, after you had a bad day at school, two-bit let you and his sister in
you were quieter than usual, so he asked you what was wrong after you took of your shoes and put your backpack on the ground
the sister went to her room, and you told two-bit, “i got jumped at school.”
his eyes went wide and asked, “what? by who, are you okay? i can patch you up if you’re really hurt—“ but you said, “oh, i’m fine keith.. just don’t worry about it, wasn’t that big of a deal…”
he argued with you, saying some people die by getting jumped, and you sat on the couch, sighing
he sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer, mumbling “you need to tell me when things like this happen. want me to beat them up for you?”
you smiled but shook your head, not wanting them to be hurt, because in your head, maybe they had a reason to do it
“you’re an empath at heart, y/n, but it’s gonna get in your way one day.” he told you
you put your head on his side, whispering an “i know..” and falling asleep
he knew you always tried to back up how people felt, that things aren’t their fault and maybe they had a reason for doing what they did, but could never forgive yourself for your own actions and mistakes
you were always the comforter, never the comforted, until you met keith
STEVE RANDLE
the two of you met at the DX, you coming nearly every day at the same time around 3:30pm after school
he started wondering why a kid as young as you would be walking around alone, to the same place every day
he decided to stay at work until you left, making sure no one came in to hurt you
then after you realized one of the workers were always staring at you, the two of you started to talk
he asked “why are you always here? shouldn’t you be at home or something..” and you responded with “i don’t like going home. my parents are mean, they’re hardly even at the house..”
he stared at you, and continued the conversation, telling you he’d walk you home when you’d be ready
this continued for the next couple months, the two of you growing close and him becoming like a brother to you
once, you knocked on the door of his house, your face red and puffy with tear marks on your face
“…can i stay here for tonight?” you asked quietly, and he responded with a nod and welcomed you in
he already had a bed set up for you since you would sleep over sometimes
he sat on his bed and asked “so, you gonna tell me what happened or not..?” eyebrows going upwards
you responded with, “so you know how my dad went into the military a few months ago, right?” and he nodded
“well, he died.”
silence, steve looked at you, and he knew there was pain in your eyes
your father never payed attention to you anyways, and you didn’t know why you were sad
you were close to breaking down again, so you ran into his chest, giving him a hug in the process
he hugged you back, picking you up onto the bed to keep hugging you, knowing you needed comfort
at some point, you were knocked out, already snoring
he knew you had a ton of shit going on, but didn’t understand why you missed your dad even though he never cared for you
but you were young, and needed someone to look up to, so he decided to take on that role and teach you many things and life lessons
he didn’t even know he knew everything he taught you, he just said whatever was on his mind
authors note: sorry this is posted so late! i have multiple requests i still need to answer so sorry for the wait 💗
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thor: i was confused before i realized that i'm bisexual but now everything makes so much sense
thor: like now i understand why i start sweating whenever loki takes off his shirt
thor: i was starting to think i might be allergic to jotun
#vivid image of loki not changing in front of people often but when he is shirtless he’s got like nothing special underneath#like Thor is ripped beefcake but Loki is like normal maybe on the lean side#and Thor is there trying not to look to hard like 😳😳👀😳#Thor says no to your Asgardian standards of beauty#he’s simping for the guy only guy on the realm that visits the library and doesn’t have abs#this has been happening since they were like 14#thorki#Thor/Loki#crack#Thor: and it made no sense because it only happened sometimes but then when we found out Loki was adopted I thought hey maybe it’s the jotun#Thor: maybe I’m just allergic to their skin and since Loki covers up so much it’s don’t usually react#Thor: yeah. that makes sense#Loki: (tired and literally just putting his sleeping shirt on not even paying attention to Thor)#Thor: there has never been a better sight#Loki: huh? did you say something ?#Thor: no#Loki: ok (rubbing eyes. it really is time to sleep)#Thor: omg we’re sharing a tent 😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥵#Loki is going to get older and Thor is going to inevitably wring out a confession and Loki is going to be so oblivious#Thor: I was checking you out literally after every training session we had and I was not subtle about it#Loki: you mean you were disapprovingly judging me for not having improved in muscle mass#Thor: I literally still offer to share tents and bedding when we hunt#Loki: so we get away with carrying half of the supply weight than we would otherwise. ??
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Probably a controversial opinion but I really enjoyed season 19
#do i count it in my brain as what really happened? idk probably not#but for a final send off i really enjoyed it#it got me excited about rvb like no other season since 14 has#and there were some fucking great moments in it#shotgun simmons ? yes please#there was a lot i thiught could have been done better and some choices felt very fucking strange#but i enjoyed the fuck out of it#theres plenty of potential for wash angst if thats ya cup of tea#and red team was great!#it was silly it was a little bit shit but it was fun!!#i do miss donut though#b's ramblings#rvb restoration
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genuinely kind of terrified as to what will happen to me when i see bare live in three (three!!!!!!!!) days. i will either go fully insane or transcend mortality or perhaps both. either way i will most likely end up full weeping.
#going to see bare with my mother will be on par with seeing deh with her in regards to our [gestures vaguely] relationship#we will hold hands. we will cry. we will have emotionally intense conversations on the walk back to the hotel.#but guys. i genuinely tried to listen to a clip of just an instrumental from the show and teared up.#bare is just. Such a big part of who i am. i literally wouldn't be anything like i am today without it and the people it brought me.#and i laugh and joke but this is Such a full circle moment for tvp nation.#like i am currently about to self-produce a workshop of my play that has professional theatre companies interested.#and all of that started from writing a silly little show about bare when i was 14 to make cool people online laugh.#and since then the plot of bare (peter's version) Has Happened To Me Twice but i have been so so brave about it#i haven't listened to the full soundtrack since last year and i've been going cold turkey in Anticipation#i just Know my ***** is going to have the most insane reactions on it.#god. it's so crazy to me. what if you were gay and catholic and an angsty pop rock punk opera teen and you grew up to be happy.#anyways. in my feels. going to have lunch and listen to bway breakdown before class.#BECAUSE I GO TO A CLASS NOW!!! EXCITING!!! it's for writing and marketing stuff :) which is super helpful and fun#anyways haven't done a tumblr rant in a while. miss you guys in my phone <3 if you're reading this i love you forever mwah
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#i joke about it and all but like. i cannot emphasize enough what an impact it had on me to be uhhhhhb#micro-institutionalized in the way that i was for the first 14 years if my life#and i am honestly going to count the time i soent in ''elementary'' school bc it wasn't a normal school. it was a charter school#that began as a parent organized alternative and swiftly devolved into an authoritarian nightmare#a bunch of people who were simply not ready to educate children let alone ''problem'' children#of which there were MANY because that school got all the kids who had been turned out of public school for behavioral issues#there were hardline rules about literally everything. normal childhood behavior was pathologized and punished and as a kid#you had no way to understand WHY#and so many of your peers were having problems because ofc those ''problem'' kids were typically severely traumatized#or were actively being abused#so even if it wasn't happening TO you you were being exposed to it in a hundred little ways every day#so i was confused and miserable all the time AND was struggling academically bc i had undiagnosed adhd#(or possibly just trauma?? i honestly neither know nor care which came first at this point)#so my mom pulled me and my brother out. him at 11 and me at 6 and said ''i'll just do it myself'' and#raised us in a way that wasn't religious but resembled evangelical or lds stuff#i couldn't watch commercial tv or listen to popular music bc my parents didn't want me exposed to what they considered inappropriate#and while i still had extracurriculars i was always the odd one out bc i had no exposure to pop culture or normal socialization#for my age group#it resulted in me always feeling alone and like i didn't belong. and since most of my social life was my parents and their friends#that was the perfect soup for adultification#i was fine with adults. put me with my peers and i was a mess#it made the transition to high school incredibly difficult but i DID make it#but that was only 4 years still in an institution. everything began to unravel once i tried to move into anything resembling ''real life''#and then my dad's suicide which was a major trauma in early adulthood which only made my mom's grip on us tighten#i did get to START life until 26. not really. and it's just been a game of catch up for the last 5 years#and im so *angry* at the unfairness of it all. at the time and experience and milestones that were taken from me. at how i blamed myself#for it for so many years and the problems i developed because of it all. dissociation and substance abuse and suicidality#the fear that still has a death grip on me#the courage required to just exist#it's *exhausting*
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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630
parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.
oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.
“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.
“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”
“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”
They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.
Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.
“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.
“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.
Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.
“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”
The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.
“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.
The countdown ended.
And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.
“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”
Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.
“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.
“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.
“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.
“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.
“In Spanish?” Maximus said.
“Um.”
Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.
“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”
“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”
Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.
“What is that?” Fit demanded.
“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.
“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”
“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.
“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”
(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)
(That was to say, the first first day.)
The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.
“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.
“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”
“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”
“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”
With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.
“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”
“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.
She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”
He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”
(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)
Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.
He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.
He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.
(it was, and it wasn’t)
So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.
It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.
And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.
His bitch wife killed their daughter.
(Everything went faster, after that.)
Slime wanted to kill him.
Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!
(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.
this was not that world)
There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.
If he killed them all, it would bring her back.
(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.
this was not that world)
They held a trial.
If he won, it would bring her back.
(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.
this was not that world)
Tilín was still before she hit the ground.
Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.
“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”
She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”
(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.
this was not that world)
His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.
They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.
He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.
Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?
He went back to eggxile.
He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”
He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.
No, he just needed to clear his head.
Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
#qsmp#qsmp fanfiction#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp juanaflippa#won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part#this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime#just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao#for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island#i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text#(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams#at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim#oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave#they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it#shut up vic#block game brainrot#yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine#it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0#that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story#how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same#we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow#i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that#dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year#may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight#if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags
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laying on the floor. jester is so young. it's all a coming of age story for her she's so young and they were all tired and scared at the end but she's so young and she stepped into that circle and asked her question and had years taken from her. she didn't know. ough
#deucey is in his 100s and then the others are all in the 23-35 zone except for jester who is. maybe 21#I feel like there's a gap between jester/beau and the rest of them tho veth is what 26? 27?#we Just Don't Know about yasha or molly#fjord never brings it up but I've always seen him as late 20s/early 30s given life experience and the way he holds himself#caleb is confirmed 32/33? but like. he has zee severe disadvantage of missing 11 whole entire years#I think sooo much abt what they've all been thru and how prepared/unprepared they were for everything#caleb cannot catch a fucking break. he hasnt had the chance to exist without Fear literally since he was like 14 maybe#jessie is so young.. she was 20/21 and then she was 25/26 same age as veth#it's not a lot it could've been worse but I keep thinking abt the discussion abt tief lifespans and everyone assuring her that she's still#got plenty of time left. if that had happened literally anyone else it would've been no biggie except maybe for caleb#beau would have been lowkey thrilled I think. so much of her story is abt having agency and being older would help her with that#but jester is young and that's integral to her character she's figuring things out and exploring the world#I feel like I'm Dying#deucey would have been so chill about it#fjord and yasha would've shrugged it off#veth probably would have freaked out and then she would have made cougar/milf jokes for the rest of the campaign#caleb absolutely would have been fucked up about it#jessie and caleb they're so young. like caleb's 32 but he's never had a really chance to just live. and jester's just. so young#I'm losing my mind#jdkfjfkfkf if essek had been with them they literally wouldn't have been able to figure out what happened#this man and his 700 yr lifespan he would've been like eh. I'm a dead man walking anyway#cue 'awwww essek'
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Go write a love letter for him! Then you can give it on valentine's day! I think it's pretty obvious that you both like eachother, why not confess first?
🫂
Well, you see– [loud construction noises from the neighboring house making my speech incoherent /j]
#[ 🗣️ | the magical girl replies ]#[ 🫂 | hug anon ]#the last time i sent a crushie a v-day letter they confessed they kind of. cheated on me#we were mutual crushies (they did the 'crush-back' to me as we Filipinos would say) and we were basically in a mutual understanding#friends with feelings fr#feb 14 2021 i write him a poem like i did my friends#feb 15 2021 he confesses he'd been s/xting one of my now ex-bestie.#lmao imagine making a cute hand-written card and origami and it gets set on fire by accident#and to top it all off: my ex-bestie went like 'dont blame him. blame me. but im not apologizing because u two arent even a thing yet'#what in the disrespect of my friendship and trust#the worst part of feb 15 2021 was that *it was an exam day*#so i get heartbroken and then gaslit and i end up with a headspace so bad i couldn't do my practical writing exam#i'd never felt so angry before. my blood went warm to hot and i was shaking#i was screaming so much in my head it hurt too much#i hated my crush i hated my bestie i hated ME because who else let this happen? who introduced one to the other?#well it's about to be two years since anyways and i like to think i'm over them lol#my main concern is *how my crush trauma now affects current crush feelings* HAHAHHAHAHhahahaha. ha.#sometimes i'd want to be aro instead but i'm not aro. i experience every aspect and every form of love#the scope of how i feel love also happens to include romantic love#like ik how there's love for family & friends & creators & craft & people & also romantic love. ykw i mean right#so there's... that going on haha#new person new time different outcomes right?
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I bet I’ll end up reading the dragon book everyones into right now in like 2.5 years when I finally get curious enough to check it out or enough friends who’s opinions I mostly trust recommend it to me
#that’s what happened with acotar#I didn’t even know what it was but I’ve become way more aware of like book tok popular books in the last year#so I saw a lot more about it plus had it recced to me like 6 times#and then I realized I was starting to feel about it the way I felt about twilight when I was ten#and I was like ok I don’t need to be a judgy pretentious bitch about it#and immediately checked out a copy of the audiobook#and I think it’s fine!!! I get why a lot of people are into it and I enjoyed it well enough it just didn’t hook me in that specific way#a book has to for me to feel insane about jt or whatever#you know#I have been slowly making my way through the second one tho it’s the most Fantasy Series My Peers are on that I’ve had since we were all#like 14 and tbh I’ve been kinda having a great time discussing it#now this is just a ramble but it feels like everyone being aware of and often reading the same books#bc they’re the ones that have gotten super popular online#feels like when we were kids and everyone in the school had certain book series that were just like. part of what everyone read#and part of the mythos and the topic of conversation#and so even if you didn’t like them much you read them so you could be part of the conversation#anyways lmfao that’s acotar to women in their 20s who have recently gotten back into reading after a dry spell of only reading books for#their English class and also fanfiction
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Various pieces of information from the Rise Q&A back in February
It was revealed that there are other Hidden Cities other than the one seen in Rise & there had been plans for the Turtles to visit the Hidden City beneath Tokyo.
2. Splinter was able to use Leo's mystic odachi so easily due to the fact that Splinter had spent a lot of time in the Hidden City & because of this Splinter has a great deal of mystic knowledge, with Splinter also having developed his mystic abilities but he has stopped using those abilities until the events of the series.
3. More information was given about the missing Turtle Siblings & it was stated the Frida, Big Mama's Assistant would have most likely joined her brothers during the future timeline, it was also stated that the other missing Turtle Sibling would have possibly been named Camille after Camille Claudel.
4. When asked on how a Dungeons & Dragons episode would go it was stated that April would be the DM, Raph would be a fighter class, Mikey would be an illusionist, Leo would be an assassin or thief & Donnie would insist on being a scientist since he's sure that there was 'at least one sensible person back then'.
5. The Rise version of Renet could have possibly been used to explore different timelines that might have happened if certain events in the movie had happened differently.
6. After the events of the movie Casey is traveling around the world fighting remnants of the Krang & the Foot Clan.
7. When asked about the Turtle's relationship with Draxum it was stated that in contrast to Mikey who accepted Draxum the most easily, Leo is the most skeptical however it was also stated that Leo would have eventually 'gotten over' his grudge towards Draxum as there were multiple scrapped episodes planned where Leo & Draxum would have been forced to work together.
8. There were plans for the Turtles to eventually go to the Krang's original dimension meaning that it would have been likely for the Turtles to encounter the traditional dimension X/Z stuff such as the Neutrinos.
9. When asked about Casey Junior's relationship with the past/ present version of Leo it was stated that despite it being slightly different due to them being around the same age now Casey Junior can't help but still view Leo as a father figure.
10. It was stated that Splinter has never celebrated the Turtle's Birthdays in the past due to it being to closely related to his negative feelings towards his own mutation however it was also stated that after Splinter's development in the series he would start celebrating the Turtle's Birthday with them.
11. The reason that the Future Version of Leonardo was the one who raised Casey Junior was stated that it was due to the fact that the Future Version of Leonardo had a special affinity for Casey Junior & also felt particularly responsible for Casey Junior after his mother was gone.
12. When asked what the Rise version of Miyamoto Usagi would have been like it was revealed that a possible plan for Usagi was that his home dimension would have been overrun by the Krang causing Usagi to travel to the Turtles dimension for help due to them being the only ones who have ever defeated the Krang.
13. When discussing crossovers between TMNT iterations it was stated that a crossover between Rise & the 1987 cartoon or the 2003 cartoon would have been a possibility due to them also being 2D animated series.
14. April & Sunita were planned to have more 'girls night' episodes together.
It was also stated that Casey would have possibly have developed a dynamic with both April & Sunita so there is also a possibility that Casey would have been included in the 'girls night' episodes with April & Sunita as well.
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#leonardo hamato#michelangelo hamato#donatello hamato#april o'neil#cassandra jones#casey jones#casey jones junior#casey jones jr#hamato yoshi#baron draxum#big mama's assistant#miyamoto usagi#sunita rottmnt#usagi yojimbo#rottmnt#tmnt
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pinky ring / sim jaeyun
synopsis: jake made you a promise to marry you when you two were toddlers. he would fake propose until he really did get down on one knee.
pairing: childhood besties jake x reader
wc: 1.1k
To your parents, it was all good fun. Seeing their child being proposed to by their childhood best friend at their favorite beach. Documentation was highly important to them, filming little you and little jake holding a candy ring pop in his hand, asking your hand in marriage. To them, it was adorable.
For young child you, you were petrified. At the time, your dad just gave a small talk on how to stay away from boys and you're definitely too young to get into a relationship. This happened when you called the actor on scene handsome when you were having a family movie night.
"We are too young Jake" pouting your lips, feeling bad for rejecting his proposal. Jake shrugs and hands you the ring pop anyway. "Fine, I'll just wait and get you a real ring".
That didn't last long because fast forward to the next year, he does it again. He has done it so much that for the next few following years, it had become an inside joke to everyone in your immediate family.
"You have rejected me for 4 years now" crossing his arms in a fit, Jake looks at you disappointed. "Maybe because we are only 12 years old?"
At this point, you aren't sure if he's doing this because he really wants to marry you or just to tease you and lead any guy interested in you far far away. Remembering all the instances where a boy would approach you during lunch and sit next to you and confess and say that they think you' re cute. There then comes Jake, wearing a smug smirk and says something along the lines of "I'm actually her future husband, please go away".
It makes you think about how you could never get away from Jake and his antics.
Even when you guys reached your teenage years, almost reaching adulthood, Jake never dropped the fake proposal joke. Like on your 19th birthday, at the restaurant he took you both to, he claims how he's your boyfriend and he's planning to propose soon, the waiter thought he was weird for saying that he wanted to propose soon with you sitting right there but nonetheless, he gave you both free desserts.
You thought at by the age of 14, he'd stop since you both are going through puberty, his feelings would change and he'd drop it due to his own pride and embarrassment, but no.
Now you both were 20, if you had to count how many fake proposals Jake has done over the years, it would reach 100.
"You can't say that we are too young, we're both legal adults and we basically known each other our whole lives." You turn over to him and flick his forehead, causing him wince in pain and shoo you away from him. "You're mean"
"You're the one that wants to marry me, so get used to it"
"Oh, so you're playing along now" He removes his hand from his head and pokes your side. "After years, you're finally warming up to the idea"
"Keep that up, I won't be anymore" Once you said that you realize how you didn't even deny it. Looking back at Jake who went back to playing video games, you take in his appearance and guide your eyes to follow the lines that make his side profile.
Jake was good looking, you knew that. He's always been the apple of your eye since you two were kids, then as you got to know him, his humor, personality, and behavior kind of sealed the deal for you.
"If you keep staring at me, I might disintegrate."
"Then, who is going to marry me?"
"We're still on that? I thought you didn't want to?"
"Make me your girlfriend and I'll rethink it" Now it was your turn to cause a ruckus in Jake's mind. He pauses the game and looks over to you, reading your expression wondering if you were serious or not.
That night, Jake stayed over. Unlike the other past sleepovers that you two had, this one was different because the way you cuddle into him now, it felt different. He was always yours and until now, just a different kind. He was now your boyfriend, not boy-friend.
With your dynamic and bond with Jake, it felt like sunshine and rainbows most of the times, being around each other all the time and knowing each other too well, you always found ways to fix things or any miscommunication that would come along.
Transitioning to relationship from friendship was surprisingly easy from the outside perspective but the thing with you and Jake was he was always a gentleman and treated you right and how you deserved to be treated, and of course vice versa.
When you told your mom the news, she did not show any surprised reaction, simply telling you how she saw it coming and was just waiting for this moment to happen, you dad shared a similar reaction, happy that it was Jake to be the one you were dating.
Fast forward to a whole year of dating Jake. People would say that you two were like a fairytale love, match made in heaven, meant for each other, all that. "Hey yn, maybe you should do that trend where you call Jake your husband"
"I'm pretty sure he's already seen that on tiktok, no?"
Still, even if he did, you were going to do it just to see his reaction. That same day, you two meet up after your last class ended. Waiting for you somewhere in the university's campus, you run up to him and give him a hug. "Someone missed me?"
In the car ride home, you guys both agreed to stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out. Which was a perfect time to put your little prank in action. Just like everyone else, after placing your order, you ask Jake what he wants and tell the waiter. "Then my husband would like ___"
Once the waiter leaves, you finally take notice of Jake who is wide eyed, staring at you in awe. "There's no way you just called me that" To say he was a lovesick puppy after that was an understatement.
But now since you called him that, you have to keep calling him that. Because if you call him or introduce him as your boyfriend, he'll act surprised and startled. "Are you asking for a divorce?" "Do you not love me anymore?" "I thought I was your husband?" to name a few.
"I'm gonna have to propose now, for real this time"
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#engene#enha#enhypen x reader#jake#jake enhypen#jake sim#jake sim imagines#jake sim x reader#jake x reader#sim jake
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I’ve been forced into reading Danny phantom fanfics because I’m desperate for Billy Batson content and for some reason half the stuff on ao3 is crossover stuff so I guess I like Danny phantom now?? Kind of?? I haven’t watched it and I don’t plan on it but I really like the idea of it.
Anywho,
Billy has maintained a very delicate balance of half truths and lies of ommision over the years to protect his identity as a literal child. He uses facts he learned from his patrons and his interest and knowledge in history, specifically Ancient Greece, to convince people he’s ancient.
Then one day this ghost guy joins the league claiming to be incredibly old as well except he just goes around straight up lying about stuff, saying whatever the hell he feels like about the past if it’s convenient to him or just funny. Most of it contradicts with the story Billy has been delicately weaving over the years and he’s kind of panicking.
One day he confronts the ghost guy and is like “I know your not actually ancient but I’m not a snitch, how old are you?”
And Danny kind of feels bad about pretending to be ancient in front of someone who has literally been around since at least Ancient Greece and confesses that he’s 14. Captain Marvel stares at him for a few minutes before breaking out in a big grin and transforming into a 12 year old Billy. They instantly become inseparable.
You’d think that Billy would ask Danny to stop lying all the time because it’s gonna get them caught, but no, he thinks it’s hilarious. Now whenever Danny says something absurd or directly contradictory of the actual history that Billy told them, they’re just like “oh yeah both of those happened at the same time but all the scribes were at the same spot so no one wrote about the other one and it was lost to time” or “there was a time loop for a good few years back in good old Greece so a lot of weird things happened that just didn’t stick.” Or “that did happen but only ghosts could perceive it.” Or sometimes, if they absolutely cannot get away with any other explanation, “dang must have dreamt it!”
The league is hopelessly confused and 90% sure they’re being messed with but they have no proof and if they look at the history at least MOST of the stuff they say is true so there’s really no reason to doubt it when Danny claims he once fist fought the god of time while the entirety of Rome cheered for him and placed bets, especially when Billy nods sagely and says he remembers having to clean up the space time continuum after the fight and that he lost the modern equivalent of ten bucks in the bet (he still doesn’t lie, just doesn’t disagree with the blatant dishonesty. He honestly did have to clean up the space time continuum multiple times after Danny messes with time a bit too much thanks to Clockwork + shenanigans. They make bets all the time too lol)
I think the contrast between ‘never lies’ and ‘lies all the time for funsies’ with the same motivation of ‘do the funniest thing possible at all times’ can be extremely entertaining and interesting.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#dc#fanfiction#justice league#fanfic#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dc x dp
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miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry
poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)
synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?
note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry
WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)
miss.y/n📍belle river, la
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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠
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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗
miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected
user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am
user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️
charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!
see translation | your mom is right
user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???
user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️
carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️
alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening
user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3
user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH
user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??
user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun
user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣
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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.
“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.
“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.
“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”
Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.
When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.
“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.
“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.
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Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.
Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”
“So we will just go there!”
“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.
“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.
“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.
They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.
“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)
“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”
“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.
“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”
“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)
“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.
“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”
But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.
“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.
“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.
“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)
Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”
“We are nice!”
“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.
She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.
“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”
“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”
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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la
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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆
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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM
user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on
user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in
miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either
bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3
miss.y/n <3 literally
user BELLA⁉️
arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!
see translation | my sister
user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL
user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge
user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣
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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee
taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz
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#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#dark! f1#f1 grid x reader#obsessive f1#charles leclerc x reader#poly f1#f1 oc#obsessive charles leclerc#ex! charles leclerc#Charles leclerc fic#carlos sainz x reader#alex saint mleux x reader#alexandra saint mleux#f1 reverse harem#swamp people x reader#chase landry x reader
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