#i meant to post this earlier today but i knew it was gonna take me too long to do before dnd

[roanniom]

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You and Eddie go camping with Steve and Robin, but when you both go off to get something from the car...you end up getting frisky. That’s it. That’s the fic. 

Note: This was born both from a request from @boomhauer who said “I’d be totally down for Eddie getting freaky on the hood of a car” as well as a post I made earlier today about pet names Eddie would call you. As you shall see, I had him use a record amount and I am rightfully proud of myself. 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex / PIV sex / semi-public sex, fingering, creampie, dirty talk but really more humorous than anything, alcohol and drug consumption 

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Eddie Munson is a menace. You know this to be true, and you have known it since you met him. But getting into a relationship with him opened you up to a whole new level of extreme. Even though you’d been close friends for years, you’re only just learning now that he’d been holding back facets of his personality. And you’re more than happy to discovery them - more Eddie just meant more to love.

Which is how you find yourself tipsy and traipsing through the woods with Eddie draped around you from behind. You squeal as he rests way too much of his weight on you, arms loosely slung around your shoulders, his chest to your back.

You’re on a camping trip with Steve and Robin, but you all had run out of the first case of beer that you’d packed for the night. Eddie had chivalrously volunteered to make the trek back down the hill to where you all had parked your cars to grab the extra case he’d left in the van. Of course, you’d immediately jumped up and volunteered yourself as bodyguard and guide.

“After all, you can be directionally challenged and the woods are dangerous, pretty boy,” you’d cooed, stepping forward to encircling him in your possessive embrace. He’d smirked down at you.

“Gonna keep me safe, my warrior Princess?”

You’d stepped onto tiptoes and pulled him down for a kiss, whispering against his lips, “I’d slay dragons for you, Munson.”

“Ooookay, so I’m gonna need about four more beers if I’m gonna have to deal with this sickening nerd shit for the rest of the night.” Steve’s voice had broken through your moment, along with the sound of Robin fake gagging.

“Yeah you guys are cute and stuff but can you be cute while, I don’t know, actually getting the beer?” Robin had whined. You’d flipped them both off and grabbed Eddie by the front of the shirt, marching defiantly into the woods while Eddie had thrown a shrug and a wink over his shoulder at your shared friends.

And now you’re stumbling through the trees, feeling Eddie plaster sloppy kisses down the side of your neck from behind. You cause him to almost trip as you come to an abrupt stop, but even that doesn’t cause him to miss a beat in his assault on your skin.

“Got us lost, baby? I thought you knew the way,” he teases between wet, sucking kisses. You sigh in frustration even as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

“I didn’t get us lost, it’s just…hard to concentrate when you’re…fuck.” You’re laughing in spite of yourself as you struggle to speak, words coming out with a moaning pitch.

“When I’m ‘fuck’?” Eddie questions. He takes advantage of your current stand still to push your back up against the nearest tree. He edges your feel apart and slots his thigh between your legs leaning in to continue his mauling kisses down the front of your throat this time. “Is that an inarticulate way of saying I’m ‘sex literally embodied’?”

“No, you’re a fucking gremlin, Munson,” you gasp out while grasping tightly on his messy hair. Eddie hisses, both from the sting and with faux incredulity.

“You’re turned on by gremlins? That’s kinda sick, baby. Maybe I should let the town know that you’re the freak, not me— ” You cut him off by yanking him down to your level and beginning to kiss the life out of him. He groans loudly into your open mouth and you register that the volume of his sounds has probably scared away any nearby nocturnal wildlife.

You and Eddie are the things that go bump in the night.

Your hand slides down Eddies chest to clutch at the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his skin below. Just as you do that he lifts his knee so that his thigh slots higher up between your thighs, giving your rolling pelvis something to grind against. You pull away from his mouth to pant heavily.

“Okay fuck, sue me. You’re sex embodied. You happy?” you groan. Eddie chuckles and maintains eye contact as his hands on your waist guide your hips to grind against his thigh.

“Ecstatic. That’s all I wanted.”

Pleasure courses through your veins and you slide your hand down further from Eddie’s chest to meet your favorite package. Straining in his jeans.

“Anything to say about me, pretty boy?” you fish with mischief gleaming in your eyes. Eddie’s lips are parted as he grunts in response to the way you’ve begun palming the outline of his member.

“You’re ethereal. Exquisite. My goddess divine,” Eddie rambles, placing kissing on your throat, jaw, and collar bone between each descriptor. You throw your head back and laugh.

“Oh fuck you.”

“Would ya?”

You bite your lip and nod coyly. As if you aren’t practically jerking him off through his jeans already. As if you aren’t already rubbing yourself to pleasure against his thigh.

Without warning Eddie peels you off the tree he had you pressed against and hauls you forward through the forest.

“Where are we going?” you ask breathlessly, holding onto his arm for dear life as he practically runs.

“The van,” he says as if it was the most obvious answer ever. You dig your heels into the ground to try and make him stop, giggling furiously.

“The van’s that way, you idiot!” you pull him the opposite way. “I fucking told you you’re directionally challenge. Thank god I’m here.”

“My hero!” Eddie pretends to fake swoon onto you and you shove his body away with a smile, running the last few meters into the clearing where the little pull off parking area was which harbored your cars. Eddie chases after you, practically tackling when you reach the van, making you squeal.

“Robin and Steve are waiting...oh...waiting for the beers!” you try your best to gasp out as Eddie descends on your lips, hands squeezing you all over. He’s got you pressed into the side of his van, much more purposefully than he had pressed you against the tree.

“Robin and Steve are drunk,” Eddie replies, moving to sloppily kiss your jaw.

“And you aren’t?” you challenge, jutting your chin up to coax him down to your neck. He happily obliges.

“Drunk on you.”

“That’s cheesy as fuck.”

“Yeah? Let’s see if your pussy agrees with that sentiment.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at rucks up your skirt, pawing at the front of your panties. He’s met with even more wetness than he expected and his eyes go wide with glee. “Exactly as I thought. This pussy is on my side.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, rolling your eyes. But your hands betray you, fingers digging into his arms as Eddie’s digits slip past the hem of your panties to slide through the waiting slick beyond.

“She doesn’t think I’m ridiculous.”

“You are NOT anthropomorphizing my pussy right now.”

“She’s upset you’ve been neglecting her,” Eddie says with a pout, eyes puppy-dog-round even as his fingertip swirls sinfully around your clit. Your hips buck into his hand.

“H-how could I have neglected he - I mean it,” you add on pointedly, glaring daggers at him. Eddie licks his lips which pull up in a smirk.

“She’s so wet and needy and I’ve been right here all along. It’s a crime you didn’t ask me to make it go away.” He leans forward and mouths wetly at your collar bone, pulling down the sagging off-the-shoulder neckline of your oversized sweater.

“Okay stop talking about my pussy like that,” you command without any heat. Eddie nods sympathetically.

“Alright I hear you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Eddie breathes, nosing into the valley of your cleavage. Your head rolls back against the side of the van as Eddie works his finger inside you, the heel of his palm taking over applying pressure on your clit.

“Mmm thank you.” It is gratitude both for the pleasure he is bestowing upon you and for his promise to stop being ridiculous.

“Besides, I need to show some love to my other two favorite girls,” Eddie murmurs sweetly, pulling away from you long enough to lift the lower hem of your sweater up over your breasts.

“Wait, what?”

Eddie’s free hand is on your bare tits immediately, lifting and squeezing and molding his palm against the plush flesh. You groan.

“Jesus Christ, Munson.”

“Jesus Christ yourself, sugar tits. You want me to stop being ridiculous, you shoulda had a less spectacular rack.” His voice is affecting a cliche jock-esque accent and he gives you a roguish wink, which makes you swiftly smack him upside the head. He lets out a moan.

“Fucking of course you like getting smacked,” you laugh in frustration. Eddie nods his head vigorously.

“Hit me harder. Come on baby, that the best you can do?”

“Eddie!” you’re rolling your eyes again, but this time they roll back because he’s added another finger inside you. He’s pumping with intention now and your hips roll and your back arches so that your tits are more fully pressed into his touch.

“Slap me? How about choke me a little - just a little!” He’s barely able to get the words out himself through his own gleeful laughter. Deep down you know he’s only partially joking. You’ve seen the way he reacts when your nails dig into his skin. The way his eyes almost cross when you tug too hard on his curls. But something to dig into another night. Because now you’re already rocketing towards that great precipice.

“Fuck, princess. That’s it. Give it to me.” He’s talking about your orgasm. He owns it. It’s his. So you acquiesce. You cum all over his fingers, abdomen stuttering with the force of the contractions as waves of pleasure ricochet throughout your body. You cry out his name and he does his best to muffle the sound by kissing you but you’re sure the woodland animals, and Steve and Robin, and fuck - even god himself - must have heard you.

You’ve barely started to come back to your senses when you feel your back being pressed down against cool metal. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your sweater is still gathered up under your under arms, your tits still exposed. Eddie stands between your thighs, ripping open his belt buckle and yanking down his pants and boxers. He pulls out his swollen, hardened cock and strokes it a few times, his other hand pressing down on the crease between your pelvis and your thigh to keep you open and exposed to him.

“Fuck yesss,” he exhales, as if the sight of your practically transparent wet panties stretched across your pussy lips is the exact kind of relief he needs after a hard day. And maybe that’s not too far off. He has been hard practically all day.

Watching Eddie fist his cock is mesmerizing and you spread yourself open even further, welcoming him in. When the outer sides of your thighs also meet cold metal, however, you begin to recognize your surroundings.

“Eddie...” you say as a warning.

“Yeah, my beloved?” he singsongs down at you. He leans over, one arm supporting him beside your head and the other guiding the tip of his cock into your folds.

“We’re...we’re on the hood of a car.” You gasp when suddenly Eddie slams forward, sheathing himself all the way inside you. A million emotions flicker across his contorting face as he tries to calm himself down from the initial squeeze and how good it felt to be inside you again.

“That we are, yes,” he hums, eyes closed against the pleasure.

Your head turns wildly from one side to the other for a full assessment. Your own eyes fly open wide.

“You’re fucking me on the hood of Steve’s car?!”

“Well yeah. The hood of the van is too high up. Wouldn’t be able to get the right angle.” He gives this explanation as if the original question is silly and not worth his time. As he begins to find a rhythm with his thrusts, he places a sweet kiss to your cheek and then forehead. “And I know my baby needs the best angle, isn’t that right?”

“Eddie I can’t fucking believe - oh my god.” He shifts between your legs and tilts his pelvis so that his next thrust hits right at the spot that has you seeing stars. He clocks this positive reaction and doubles down, dedicating all his force and energy on hitting repeatedly into that place. Your fingers scrabble against his shoulders for purchase. “Oh my fucking god.”

“You were saying?” Eddie taunts. Sweat has begun to bead on his brow and he’s panting openly over you now. His thrusts are so hard Steve’s car begins to bounce on it suspension. Your mouth opens and closes a few times but no further words can come out, neither praise nor reprimand. Eddie definitely notices this. “Aw, sweetie. A few minutes with my cock in you and I’ve already fucked you dumb, huh? What happened to that mouth?”

You do your best to glare at him, but your eyes begin rolling back of their own volition. Eddie’s grinning down at you now.

“It’s hot, right? Fucking on Harrington’s car?” He leans further down over you, burying his face in your neck as he doubles his efforts pistoning his cock in and out of you. “Now any time he pulls up you’ll have to remember this. You, flat on your back. Smudging this nice car. Taking my cock so well.”

You let out a hiccupping moan, nodding. Eddie kisses your neck and tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you up and down on the surface of the hood now so that your body crashes into his with each forward thrust of his hips. Your pelvises meeting each time with toe-curling force.

You begin chanting his name, in a whisper this time. A big difference from earlier when you screamed his name as he fingered you. The pressure is intense. The situation is too damn wrong and hot and sexy. His lips are stationed at your ear so you can hear every one of his strangled breaths, his moans, even a full on whimper or two.

“Eddie...so...good...I’m...”

“Mmm again, baby? Is it my fucking birthday? C’mon, give it to me again, fuck.”

His words are fucking ridiculous, yet again, and you end up cumming and laughing at the same time. A combination that has you spasming and clamping down on his cock in a way that has Eddie practically convulsing and shouting out. His own release takes him utterly by surprise and he thrusts into you a few more times before biting down on your shoulder and anchoring you to him by your waist. His cock plunges deep inside you and twitches, painting your inner walls. He grunts against you until his cock stills, at which point he laves his tongue across the indents his teeth left on your shoulder.

“I....you...” you struggle to breathe out as you yet again return down to earth from your high. You gaze unseeingly up at the sky above him, your hands squeezing weakly at his back. “I think you killed me.”

“I killed you? I think you squeezed my soul out of my fucking dick, baby,” Eddie barks with a laugh.

“And here I was supposed to protect you,” you joke with a shaky chuckle. Eddie lifts up, propping his hand against the car so he has enough room to press a sweet kiss to your bruised lips.

“You can steal anytime, you beautiful siren.” You kiss him back with feeling, wincing when he pulls out of you and dropping your head back down against the hood. Eddie whistles low and you look up just as he begins pushing his cum back into your dripping hole. 

“Eddie!” you admonish. He gives you a wolfish grin. 

“What? You can’t leak cum all over Steve’s car. What are we, animals?”

He lunges forward and swallows your answering laughter before it, too, can fill up the night air.

~*~

When you arrive back at the campsite, the case of beer tucked under one of Eddie’s arms, you tucked under the other, you’re greeted by a swirling cloud of musky smoke. Robin and Steve peer back at you with dumb smiles and bleary eyes, Steve’s head resting in Robin’s lap.

“Is that from my stash, Harrington?” Eddie asks, dropping the case the floor and pulling two cans out, handing you one. Though it’s an accusation, Eddie is smiling and there’s only amusement in his voice.

“Yeah, you brought the good shit. Thanks for that,” Steve says, his dopey grin getting even wider. He passes the joint he’s holding up to Robin, who takes a long drag. When she exhales, she coughs a little.

“We didn’t think you’d mind. Since you were taking a fucking lifetime with the beer.”

You busy yourself cracking your beer open, sitting down on an open log next to Eddie and looking anywhere but at your friends, willing your embarrassment not to consume you.

“It was a long walk to the car,” Eddie says with a shrug, tossing his arm back around your shoulders and taking a sip of his own beer.

“Yeah and an even longer couple orgasms,” Steve says with a cheshire grin. Robin slaps his forehead lightly and he flinches. “What? Those sounds were spread out. What’d you do, fuck in the forest and then fuck in your van with the doors open?”

You know his loose lips are a product of his high but you gape at Steve’s forwardness, unable to respond. Eddie doesn’t have the same problem. He laughs and shrugs again.

“Well actually we - ,” but he doesn’t get a chance to finish because you immediately slap your hand over his mouth.

“Say another word, Eddie Munson, and I’ll hurt you in a way you won’t find hot.”

“Ooo, kinky,” Robin pipes up, wiggling her eyebrows. She and Steve dissolve into a fit of giggles that builds and builds until all four of you are practically rolling around laughing on the forest floor. The sounds of your mirth definitely scaring away any creeping and crawling creatures who could have considered your little campsite.

Because all four of you are the things that go bump in the night.

~*~

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Heal My Wounds

Talk It Out (part 29)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

The following day you wake up, finding yourself snuggled into Rhea's chest. "Good morning beautiful" Rhea whispers and kisses the top of your head.

You groan a little, not liking the fact that you were just pulled out of a nice dream. "God morning Mami" you yawn without even realizing what you just said.

"oh so you're finally calling me Mami" Rhea teases you straight away. "Ugh God stop it I'm tired" you complain. She giggles and settles back into the bed letting you get comfy on her again.

"When is Dom picking you up today again?" your girlfriend asks. "ten" you mumble. "Oh that's funny because it's already 9:30 you know" she surpresses a laugh.

"WHAT?!" you shoot up "Why didn't you wake me earlierr?" you cry and Rhea finally let's out her laughter. You punch her lightly and then hurry to get out of bed.

Strange, you don't remember going to bed yesterday. Last thing you knew is you were laying on the couch watching a film together.

Now's not the time to think about that! You remind yourself. You gather your clothes and step in the shower, completely ignoring the fact that you didn't even close the door to the bathroom properly.

Who even cares? It's not like she hasn't already seen every single part of your body.

"I'm making breakfast, what do you want?" Rhea calls from outside. "Thanks but I'm not hungry" you respond. You hear her sigh and walk away, knowing very well she's gonna make you something anyway.

About 20 minutes later you're ready and even ate a little just to please your worried girlfriend. The doorbell rings and she let's Dominik in.

"Ain't y/n ready yet?" he questions. "she is but we need to talk first. Rhea replies." "You're making it seem pretty serious, is everything okay?" Dom nervously chuckles.

"Ehh.. More or less" she says and follows him to the kitchen where you're already waiting, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers and picking the skin around your nails.

The two sit down, he in front of you and she next to you, trying to calm you down by taking your hand in hers.

"So, listen Dominik" Rhea begins. "y/n told me that yesterday, as you two were taking a break from shopping, you held her hand and were more touchy than usual which made her a little uncomfortable and she doesn't know if you meant it in a friendship or romantic kind of way, so we need to talk it out!"

"Oh boy, hey I'm sorry y/n" Dom chuckles and immediately releases the tension he held just a few moments earlier.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in any way, I thought you wanted to, as you were the one to take my hand. Is was just an offer from my side, I wouldn't have been mad if you declined it." he sets up a warm smile.

You relax a little and exhale a shallow breath, nodding slightly as you do so. "Okay Dom Dom, thank you" you smile back, your voice being pretty quiet.

Rhea turns to you as she speaks again. "are Liv and Raquel coming today actually?" "nah they didn't have time, got some matches, you know the drill" you wave it off.

"okay, I think you two should get going then hm? But this time you won't walk outta there without the perfect dress, you got me?" she dares you and raises an eyebrow at Dom.

"Ye ye Mami, see ya later" he laughs at her and you follow him outside, giving Rhea a quick kiss on the cheek as you walk past her. "Thanks" you whisper and earn a wink from her.

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Little shorter than usual but I'm so freaking tired and exhausted, but still force myself to post at least every second day.

Anyway, happy Pride Month y'all! I'm kinda proud that it's the same month as my birthday haha

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[telomeke]

Current Tag Game

Tagged by @colourme-feral in this post – thanks dearie! 💖

Current time: 9:59am (when I started this! it's now much later but I'm not gonna re-write...).

Current activity: Had a work deadline last night so tidying up the aftermath (deleting unwanted files, etc.).

Currently thinking about: How the project submission for work went. Annoyed that I skipped gym this morning just in case there were last minute changes to the project submission and we'd have to re-submit today; but now that's not needed I'm missing legs day. Also thinking about munching on something extra because breakfast was too light (hardboiled eggs, grapes and blueberries – all originally meant as a post-swim snack, re-purposed to become breakfast since gym was canceled). Maybe fry up an omelet and sausages, or grill some salmon? 😋 Or shall I just munch on some creamy Whittaker's milk chocolate since lunch will be soon and anything heavier might spoil it? 🤔  

Current favorite song: I don't know if they qualify as favorites, but songs will enter my brainspace and then swirl around in there for a while, refusing to leave. So I'm constantly listening to them (on YouTube, not Spotify; don't have a smartphone) and/or singing along in an effort to exorcise the earworm. At the moment the playlist in my head is:

I Don't Think That I Like Her Anymore (Charlie Puth)  Charlie constantly amazes me with his superhuman ability to churn out catchy melodic turns and unusual aural takes on percussion sounds for his backing rhythms (e.g., the light switch in Light Switch). This song continues with his quirky stylings, and I'm loving the pounding bass coming in to frame the heavyweight sock-it-ta-ya message of the song's chorus after the light plaintive vocals of the introductory and intervening verses. The second (melodic) line of the chorus ("Cause they're all the same") is so simple and yet so perfectly fitting after the bold hook of the first line – I find myself asking each time I hear it how could anything else ever fit better? And then it builds and builds to a big finish, at the end of each chorus and also at the end of the song – that key change from B Major to C# Major is quite a genius step, retro yet so fresh. (But still... C sharp? 👀 OK if your electronic thingamajig can auto-transpose but hell on a trad keyboard.) I know this song is from a year ago but I'm not simply wallowing in nostalgia (oh all right, so yes I am a bit) – there is nonetheless a BL connection that first got me hooked on this. The cast of my current fave I Feel You Linger in the Air did their own take on the TikTok Kpop dance challenge of this song (linked here, with other TikToks here) and they're just so cute dancing along. Nonkul attempts a little elbow jab in homage to the original choreo, while Bright gives up after a couple of bars and just goes on doing alternating wrist twirls like those you sometimes see in Southeast Asian dance… 🤣 Alee and Tian seem like they're having fun, as does Attila, but who knew Khun Robert could actually look this good, all goofy and charming when he smiles doing a silly little jig?

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All I Want for Christmas is You (Mariah Carey)  Ever since Ms. Mariah broke her icy containment after Halloween (see this video here 😂) I've been singing along, getting in the mood for carols, fruitcake and Christmas decorations because it reminds me of time spent with (departed) family. Happy because those are happy times worth recalling, but also bittersweet because those loved ones are no longer around.

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One of Your Girls (Troye Sivan)  While I tend to feel a pinch of resentment whenever Aussies of European origin seem to get opportunities in the West more easily than non-white people do, I have to remind myself it's the system and not the talent that is at fault. So credit where credit is due and I'm a fan of what Troye has done with this and his earlier releases (like his video with PP Krit 😃😍). One of Your Girls is just so beautiful and languid as it teases with its message, and consistently Troye is breathtakingly beautiful and languid in the video, teasing us with an offering of the forbidden. I'm feeling things I never thought I would. 😮 The choreography is pretty daring too. (Especially that crotch flare – where did they tuck the dangly bits? I'm wincing as I watch.) Also shout-out to all the different representation with the models. 😍

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Then I'm Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley)  This is Rick Astley spoofing Rick Astley (more explanation linked here) and just so funny. Especially since the original song is already iconic on Tumblr.

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Fast Car (Luke Combs)  Another nostalgia trip, this is an absolutely stellar rendition of the already phenomenal original by Tracy Chapman. Almost like Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis with its sense of urgency and of bottled emotions about to explode, maybe just a shade less of Marc's full-throated growl in Luke's voice, but earthshaking nonetheless. In these 21st century times (and in my corner of the world where BL and queer rep cross my dash all the time) I love that Luke (a married man with a wife and two kids, looking for all we know like the straightest of the hets) didn't change Tracy's line "So I work in the market as a checkout girl", paying homage to the original and smashing at the gender-obsessives everywhere in a quietly powerful way.

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Currently reading: My language study textbooks; not much time for anything else though I do miss having a good work of fiction to keep me company whenever the slate of Thai drama dips in quality.

Currently watching: I Feel You Linger in the Air – a really impressive work, solidly-grounded in its universe with overhanging familial, social and political intrigue that threatens to overshadow (but never really does) the chemistry between Khun Yai and Jom.

I've fallen in hard love with this and just hope that Tee Bundit will display the wisdom associated with his name (for those as linguistically-obsessed as I am, Bundit is the homologue for pundit in English, pandit in Hindi and pendita in Malay) and wrap up the finale with more finesse than he has done on his other shows. (Something tells me though that the sense of foreboding you get while watching IFYLITA is partly due to the dread that Tee is going to rush and stumble through the last bits, leaving viewers less than satisfied with the ending like he did with Lovely Writer, Hidden Agenda and Step by Step.) However this goes, I'm a new fan of Nonkul and Bright's acting, and can't wait to see more of them.

As to what else I'm watching – I'm still trying to finish Only Friends, if only to be able to say that I've finally watched a Jojo show all the way to the end. It's not for me, though it has some moments that shine (like Neo's performance, and all the shirtless scenes) but I struggle to find anything that satisfies on a more cerebral level. I'm not opposed to sensuality and messy drama being foregrounded over more intellectual underpinnings (all hail KinnPorsche) but for me it doesn't go earthy and raw enough to make up for whatever else it doesn't do.

Current favorite character: Pat and Pran from Bad Buddy will always be on this list, but because I'm currently enjoying IFYLITA I'm sure I've been visited by Por Jom, Khun Yai, Khun Ueangphueng, Ba Prik, Ming and Khun James in my dreams lately (and also a certain racing piglet 🤣).

Current WIP: All in my head, but I have a final wrap-up post on Bad Buddy locations percolating, as well as one on the graphics in the show (that give us hints of Pat and Pran's interior worlds).

Tagging names I've seen more than once cross my dash and/or notes:

@neuroticbookworm @airenyah @alexis-mika @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @wen-kexing-apologist @twig-tea @pandasmagorica @respectthepetty @dribs-and-drabbles @waitmyturtles @dimplesandfierceeyes @writerwithoutsound @bengiyo @grapejuicegay @lamonnaie @lurkingshan @callipigio @italianpersonwithashippersheart @recentadultburnout @kattahj @theheightofdishonor @fiddlepickdouglas @dc-alves @brazilian-whalien52 @slayerkitty @silvercrystal1 @dudeyuri @ranchthoughts @suni-san @chawarin-panich @lurkingteapot @solitaryandwandering

and anyone else who'd like to play. 😍 Apologies if you've already been tagged; point me to your post if so! And apologies if I've forgotten to mention anyone; if I follow or if you follow me please know you are loved and do play along if you wish! 💖

Also a special tag carved out for the lovely @visualtaehyun as a part-apology; you've tagged me before on a couple of other games and I wrote out about half of my replies – but then work deadlines became urgent and got in the way. Ruefully I had to abandon those posts (especially since they're now weeks out of date). So this is my way of saying thanks for tagging me on those tag games, sorry for not replying, and I hope you'll play along with this one because I love getting to know like-minded people on Tumblr! 💖

[dbnightingale24]

It’s Ridiculous But, I’ll Always Love You

A Sneak Peek

Warnings: Minors DNI (18+), swearing...that’s it for the sneak peek.

Word Count: 1523

(Sorry, I meant to post this earlier, but baseball)

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You go into the spare bedroom that was set up for you and rifle through your purse, until you find your pack of cigarettes. You then quickly to make your way downstairs and into the kitchen, ignoring the mercenaries that now occupy the massive living area, and grab a wine glass. You fill it to the brim before grabbing a cigarette, lighting it, then taking a seat at the dinner table.

Yeah, Lloyd hates you smoking in the house, but you think you’ve earned a pass for the next few days.

“I thought you quit,” Lloyd sighs, coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Well, our son is upstairs fighting for his life, so I figured I’d really commit for a while,” you mutter before taking a drag from it.

“Just say it,” he says as he takes a seat across from you.

“Say what?”

“This is my fault.”

“I’m not gonna throw you a fucking pity party, Lloyd,” you chuckle softly, “not right now.”

“If this wasn’t my job-”

“If this wasn’t your job, if I hadn’t been working, if I hadn’t left my credit card out, if I hadn’t had my blinds closed, they’re a lot of fucking ‘if’s so don’t sit here and try to get me to blame you. I may be a cunt, but I’m not that fucking petty.”

“I blamed you.” “That’s because you’re a fucking asshole.” “Y/N-” “Lloyd, I don’t wanna fucking do this with you. I haven’t felt this terrible since you were in that fucking coma-”

“That’s why you never came by?”

“God, you are such a dick,” you scoff. “I was in that fucking hospital all day, every day, until you got out of that coma. When they tried to tell me I had to leave, I punched a male nurse in the face. Don’t fucking sit here and try to tell me how much I do or don’t love you, because you have no fucking idea. You can’t even begin to fathom how much you truly mean to me. How much you’ve always meant to me.”

“Then why not take me back? Why not make this work?”

You knew it was coming.

“Lloyd-” “Answer the question, Y/N. You’ve been dodging it for four years-”

“I haven’t dodged shit!”

“You haven’t fucking answered it!” “You really wanna fucking do this today?!”

“You’re already here!”

“Fine. You wanna know why we can’t just “work this out”? Because fuck you! It’s not even the fucking job! It’s you! Nothing is ever enough for you! There can never be a conversation, you just have to be right all the time! You just have to know every single fucking thing! No one else can ever be right! I love you! I love you to the point that I made myself miserable for the last two years of our marriage so that you could be happy! I had two fucking miscarriages, Lloyd! TWO! You wanna sit here and fucking tell me that I’m so selfish? That I’m a cunt?! You have no room to fucking talk! I have given you everything I have in me, and it wasn’t enough for you! I wasn’t enough for you! You are Travis’ hero, and it’s not enough for you! You have a higher kill count than anyone in the fucking agency, and it is STILL NOT ENOUGH! You’re hurt?! You’re wounded?! You and Travis are my entire universe and you still don’t fucking get it! You think that I don’t know you’re a fucking lunatic?! You think I don’t know that you have a coupe of screws loose?! I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I love you and you keep missing the point! I was never expecting roses and warm hugs everyday from you, but I expected you to at least meet half way sometimes! But you never fucking did,” you sob. “Then you, being the piece of shit you are, went and fucking cheated, and you know what? I’ll take responsibility for that. I pushed you away and took away the one thing you really needed: affection. Fine, I’m a bitch and it’s all my fault. However, you couldn’t just let it be a clean split, could you? No, because Lloyd Hansen can never just accept the things he doesn’t like, can he? You just have to be a dick about it. The texts, the fucking phone calls, the blatant lack of respect for me at all! Yet, I’m always defending you to Travis. Making excuses as to why you miss his birthday parties, why you aren’t able to go to his soccer games, why you can’t go on the family camping trips, just to make sure you’re still a god in his eyes! Now, after all the shit that’s happened, you’re gonna fucking sit here and tell me that I wasn’t at the hospital while you were in that fucking coma?! You’re gonna fucking try and tell me about shit you don’t even know about?! You know they were going to let you fucking die?! They were just gonna stop working on you and I threatened each and every one of those fuckers, because a world without you in it, is a world I don’t wanna fucking live in for whatever reason! You wanna know why can’t we work things out?! Because of you! The issue has always been you! So don’t fucking sit here, being all self righteous, like I haven’t done my absolute best to make you happy since this show started!” you yell, ashing your cigarette on his table, because fuck him.

Lloyd says nothing, but he looks at you as if he wants to throw you across the room. Whether it’s because you ashed your cigarette on the table or because of what you said, you’re not really sure. Instead, he gets up and storms out, knocking a chair over on his way out.

Great.

You don’t know why you took the bait. You knew he was picking a fight because he feels like shit, and he needed you to yell at him. He knows how to pick all the right buttons at the worse time, so when you didn’t yell at him for Travis, of course the failed marriage was the best bet. You know he blames and hates himself for everything, but Lloyd doesn’t know how to vocalize feeling like shit or failure. That’s why you feel so fucking special when he apologizes for anything, because he never apologizes to anyone for anything.

Maybe Travis if he feels especially bad about something.

However, you took it too far this time.

It’s not like anything you said was wrong, but you didn’t have to be so fucking harsh. God, he didn’t even know about the fucking miscarriages. Yes, Lloyd Hansen is a complete and total asshole, but he’s also the love of your life. There’s a way to go about everything, and you screaming at him wasn’t the way to go about that. Yeah, he needs to feel like an asshole because it fuels his...whatever the fuck is wrong with him, but all of that at once...that wasn’t the way to do it.

You’re slow to finish off your wine before slowly making your way upstairs to his bedroom, and the scene in front of you shocks the hell out of you.

He’s sitting on the bed and crying.

To this day, you’re convinced that Lloyd Hansen has never cried, not even as a baby. Out of pure stubbornness. Sure, his voice has cracked a total of two times since you’ve known him, but hes never actually cried. As far as he’s concerned, crying is a sign of weakness. Sure, you can cry because you’re a woman, but Lloyd? He’d never dream of it. He’d get shot in the dick before he’d cry, let alone let someone else actually see it happening.

“I’m sorry, Huckleberry,” you sigh, closing the door behind you as enter the room. “I took it too far-”

“It’s what I fucking deserve.”

“Stop it. Don’t do this to yourself, not right now.”

“I was a horrible husband and I’m a horrible Father-” “No you aren’t,” you tell him softly as you stand in front of him.

“Don’t, Y/N. Don’t fucking stand there and tell me-” “Travis couldn’t have a better Father, honey. All you’re doing for him, all you’re going to do for him, it’s more than any other parent would do. Us? It’s not like all parts of our relationship were awful.” “I didn’t make it easy,” he sniffs as he wipe his nose with the back of his hand.

“I was able to give you a run for your money from time to time,” you chuckle and he scoffs as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I never stopped loving you, Lloyd-”

“Why? There’s no use cause we both know I’m a piece of shit,” he questions as he looks up at you. “Because,” you smile down at him as you caress the side of his face, “you’re my Huckleberry.”

Two fools. You two have always been a pair of fucking fools.

~~

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[sillylittlegay]

CoD Short story; Ghostsoap Jealousy Part 3

Casual evenings were a must for Soap. For him, casual meant walking around Base in pyjama pants and an oversized shirt – it also meant teasing Ghost and the others just a tiny bit before going to bed.

Early nights were also a must for Soap. Sometimes Ghost was still working on something when Soap walked into the common area, already done for bedtime.

This time Soap was surprised to see Ghost up and not working – especially after what happened earlier today. »Aye LT, found your Cowboy Hat yet?« He teased, lightly hitting the others shoulder. Ghost grumbled in response, which made Soap grin. »Why do you keep doing this Sergeant.« The taller then asked, a certain sound to his voice that Soap couldn't describe. »Keep doing what?« Soap asked, acting like he didn't exactly know what Ghost meant. »Teasing you? Because your reaction is funny.« He then added, as he realized Ghost wouldn't take the bait this time.

»Fun? That's all this is to you?«

Soap thought about that for a moment. It definitely wasn't just fun, he partially did it because he liked seeing Ghosts eyes switch between emotions – of course he couldn't say that.

»What if it's just because I like talking to you LT?«

He then answered. Not better than just saying what he actually thought, but at least it didn't seem as awful as his original thought. Ghost scoffed, his eyes lighting up just a tiny bit. »If you like talking to me then just talk. You don't have to pull bullshit flirts in order to strike up a conversation Johnny.«

Soap felt like he was just found committing a war crime – the fact that he now knew for a fact that Ghost had known he was flirting made his heart sink just a bit. And he couldn't decide whether or not that was a good thing. »Sorry LT.« He mumbled, which earned him an annoyed groan from Ghost. »Johnny for god's sake – don't call me LT when we're off duty.«

»Thought you might like power play, no?« Soap chuckled in response. »I swear I'll feed your head to a piranha one day.« Ghost just sighed. »Sounds like a good idea Simon.« It still felt a little off calling Ghost Simon – not that Soap disliked it, it just felt like it was too intimate. Everybody called him Ghost. But just Soap got to call him Simon on a regular basis.

He obviously noticed the way Ghost slightly shifted on his seat, the way his hands slightly flexed. He could tell Ghost wasn't used to being called Simon this casually either. »I like it.« Soap looked at him in surprise. »You like what?« He then asked. »The way you say my name.« Ghost clarified. Soap was left baffled – for the second time today Ghost had him question everything. How could he say that so casually? How could he act like it was a thing he said daily?

»You should get to bed Johnny. Wouldn't wanna keep you up for too long.« Ghost pulled some paperwork towards himself, Soap hadn't even noticed it was there. »I like being kept up if it's by you Ghost.« He mumbled without thinking, immediately hoping the other didn't hear. He cleared his throat and nervously fidgeted with his hands. »It's alright. I mean – I'll live. I guess I'm already too tired!« Soap let out a soft but nervous laugh. »Goodnight LT – I mean Simon.« Moments later he was out of the Common area, not even waiting for an answer.

Ghost on the other hand stayed in there a little longer, slightly smiling to himself. Obviously he had heard Soaps mumbling and obviously he felt all giddy about it – something he didn't know he could still feel.

He made a mental note that Soap didn't mind being kept up by him and started working on his Papers.

TAKE PART 3 EARLY

Ignore that it looks different I had already finished this last night but chose to post it in the morning (aka now). So I had already written it in notes and that's why the spacing is a little off!

I'm probably gonna start posting an Café AU soon because.. I'm a sucker for those...

And then it's probably gonna be AleRudy and Ghostsoap or just AleRudy I haven't fully decided yet!

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

If you’re still taking ideas and if you haven’t done it yet,

Ten meeting Alec and/or Crowley for the first time?

I actually have a fanfic started with Ten and Crowley meeting (will I ever post it here? Maybe, once I'm actually happy with it), so let's have Ten meet Hardy.

On with the fic!

--

Hardy had heard the strangest things said at the office over the years, but he always just tuned it out on instinct, until someone asked him...

'Why were you wearing pinstripes earlier?'

What the fuck did that mean?

Hardy never wore patterned suits, he didn't think they looked nice on him at all. Heck, he didn't like wearing patterns at all, he just didn't pull them off, so the idea that someone saw him in pinstripes was bizarre. So bizarre that he actually let out a weird snort-laugh for a second and then corrected himself.

Now he was out, looking for this stranger, because apparently two others at work and Miller herself had seen someone who looked just like him walking about. Miller was the only one to say that the man couldn't have been Hardy, because he had smiled (rude), and that his hair was a mess.

Hardy should ask someone, but how to do you ask someone 'hey, have you seen someone who apparently looks just like me and can't dress himself' without coming off as sounding rude or like a fool?

"This is pathetic." He muttered to himself as he walked, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he glanced about.

Then he spotted him.

There, on the beach, near the cliffs, seeming to be examining something in the sand. Hardy knew this had to be the look-alike, he could see him in the suit and brown coat that everyone said he had been wearing. Making it down the stairs to the beach, Hardy walked across the sand to give this guy a piece of his mind, only to stop as he watched the man do something odd.

The man, who really did have wild hair, got down close to the ground and used some metal looking pen to wave over the sand. Then he pinched some of it and put it on his tongue.

"What the fuck?" Hardy said aloud, catching the strangers attention.

The man turned, and the human brain is meant to prevent a person from truly recognizing its own face on someone else, but Hardy still knew this man had the same face as him. It was obvious, and it was unsettling.

"Oh." The stranger blinked, getting to his feet. God, he really was in a pinstripe suit. And ratty looking trainers, who let this guy leave his house looking like that. "Oh, now this is new."

His accent sounded like he was from the London area, but there was still a bit of something in it that made Hardy recognize Scottish origins, he didn't like it. He didn't like the similar voice, the same face, just slightly younger, or how the man was grinning at him. It looked wrong, this was wrong, every instinct in him screamed for him to run, but he stood still, watching as the man approached.

"You must be Hardy, yes?" He asked, still grinning, and Hardy scowled.

"What's it to you?"

"Well, I've been mistaken for you at least four times today! I was wondering why that was, but now I see why." He pulled out a pair of thick framed glasses, and put them on, as if to study Hardy. He held up his weird pen and it flashed blue, making a loud buzzing sound, that he pointed at the detective, who slapped it right out of his hand.

The stranger looked at it on the ground, pouting a little. "Ah, that was rude. Now it's gonna have sand in it." He bent down to pick it up and Hardy wanted so badly to knee him in his face.

"Rude is the best you're going to get because right now I'm feeling all sorts of things about this. Just who the hell are you?"

"Well, I'm the Doctor." The man, the 'Doctor', stood up straight, still grinning.

He wanted to slap the Doctor across the face.

--

Cutting it off there because I need to get going to work!

[stormblessed95]

Hey, storms! Can I call you storms? How are you doing? I hope everything’s going well and that people are not being too awful in their asks. I just recently received my first ever anon ask (jk and jikook anti) - I’m relatively new to being actually active in tumblr - and it was a weird experience. I laughed it off ‘cause it was ridiculous, and logically I knew that, but it did puzzle me that there really are people who wake up and just choose to be awful to others, anonymously or otherwise, online for no reason. I guess it threw me off, even though I know this is how a lot of people are online, cause I’ve never experienced it myself. I don’t really post on here - I just like and reblog stuff that resonates with me or makes me laugh - so I didn’t think I was ever gonna get an ask, let alone a rude one. Anyway, I tip my hat to you and all other blogs on here who deal with shit like that on the daily ‘cause it must be exhausting sometimes.

Si, my actual ask is this: how excited are we about BTS going to the US after being invited to the White House? I’m so unbelievably proud of these incredible humans and everything they’ve achieved. I’m so proud that they’re gonna speak about diversity and inclusion and speak against the rise in anti-asian hate crimes that’s been taking place. This is so important and there are few people more adequate for the job - as the biggest Asian music group in the world and with their insane level of influence, they’re gonna be able to reach so many people. I’m also aware, however, that they must be incredibly nervous and under a lot of pressure - not just because of the context (they’re meeting the president of another country!), but because of the subject matter. It’s something that’s so near and dear to their hearts, something that is so important and relevant and they’re gonna wanna be as sensitive, respectful and gracious about it all as possible. It’s a huge responsibility, which I know they’ll deliver on, but a huge responsibility nonetheless. There’s RM, our dear president, who’s gonna take on most of the responsibility and that’s gonna be tough BUT it’s also gonna be tough for the other members to not feel like they’re leaving him alone to it. They’re all getting more confident/comfortable taking part in public speaking opportunities at these official events, though, so I’m looking forward to seeing how it’ll play out this time around. Also, do you think they might perform? And is JK gonna be dropping from the ceiling again given that he’s, once again, travelling a day earlier than the other 6 members? Or is he maybe cooking stuff up for his mixtape or a collab? Whatever it is, I am beyond thrilled and excited about this. They truly are a wonder. All of them. I am infinitely proud♥️

That’s all from me today, lots of love and take care😊💕

I'm both thrilled, excited and proud of them for getting asked to go to the White House. Their influence is unparalleled and it couldn't have happened to better people. Im sure everyone involved feels very honored. I'm also sure they know what they are doing and getting into but I worry a bit and hope that they are safe while they are here as always! And I hope ARMY doesn't engage with all the usual political bullshit that it sure to come from this unless it's truly out of pocket. And I don't think they would perform, I think we would have been told something about it if they were at this point.

As for why JK is going early and making a pit stop in LA? I have no idea! It could be for any number of reasons ranging from personal to work related to something else. A lot of people are speculating that perhaps it's because he is working on a collab with Charlie Puth, who is an artist that JK likes.

I guess we will see. It could be for whatever he tried to go early for last time but ended up getting shuttled right off to quarantine and possibly didn't get to do, which maybe could have been a Charlie Puth collab. Lol I'm sure we will find out whenever we are meant to find out.

As for your nasty anon, none of the bloggers here were kidding and how gross people can be online when they have an "anon" option to hide behind. I'm so sorry you got one though! Hopefully you don't get too much or any more! I too, am very very proud of BTS! Hope you all have an amazing day!

P.S. I'll just take this moment to let everyone know that I have an insanely busy weekend. If I'm not very active on here, forgive me! Lol but I promise I'm okay! I have 2 asks that I've been meaning to get to from weeks ago that I feel bad having made wait, I'll try to get to them and my newer ones soon! Love yall 💜

[crinkled-emotions]

Hiii so if the prompts are still open, nr. 11 with Rooster and Mav please?

Earlier I saw my childhood best friend respond to a "goodness gracious" comment on her Facebook post with "great balls of fire!!" and that's when I knew I'd really corrupted her 😂.

You got it!! I love this prompt!

11. "You don't have to act so tough. It's okay to let other people care for you sometimes."

“Morning, pops.”

“Hey Bagman.”

Jake made his way into the classroom, taking his usual seat at the front. He took note of the fact that before he came in, it had just been Rooster and Maverick and neither seemed particularly chatty or familial at that moment. Rooster had his head down, writing something in his notebook, and Maverick was leaning on the podium and texting.

“What’s up with the silence? It’s unsettling.”

Jake “Hangman” Seresin, everyone.

“Nothing, kid, it’s fine. Had a long night last night,” Maverick said. Jake glanced between Rooster and Maverick and decided that was a shitty answer.

“Yeah, no, something else happened. C’mon, talk to Hangy.”

“Please never say that again,” Rooster murmured. When Jake caught his gaze he realised Rooster was flushed from head to the base of his neck where his flight suit covered him. He frowned, taking stock of the situation.

“Oh man, you guys did have a fight! What happened, Roo didn’t want to eat his greens?”

“Shut it, Bagman,” Rooster snapped. He was abruptly cut off by a cough rattling through his chest. Maverick sighed, hand on his hip as he locked his phone.

“I told you, kid, take today off. You’re only a little sick now, but getting in the jet is going to be hell.”

“Leave it alone, Mav. I’m fine.”

“Don’t sound fine to me.”

“Shut up, Hangman,” Rooster and Maverick snapped at the same time. Jake promptly shut his mouth just in time for the rest of the team to come filtering in. Phoenix was immediately on alert.

“You two have a fight or something?” She asked Rooster as she gestured to Maverick. He swore under his breath, resting his head on his desk. Bob chuckled, hand on Rooster’s shoulder as he came past.

“You’ll be okay, man. Families fight all the time.”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Rooster muttered. Everyone laughed, but when he moved to get to the trash can the laughter suddenly ceased and there was frantic scrambling to help him.

You see, the thing about Rooster is before he was Rooster, he was Bradley; a scared seventeen year old kid who had just lost his mom and then the only other parental figure in his life. Maverick. He ran as far as he could, all the way to UVA with a degree in Political Science waiting for him, scholarships covering a majority of his expenses. It took him four years to get back to where he was before Maverick pulled his papers and this time the Navy scooped him up within six weeks of his application. No one knew of the Bradshaw name, it was like a clean slate despite the knowledge that Bradley was chasing his father’s- and Maverick’s, in a way- ghost. He didn’t have a scholarship for living expenses in the Navy and the salary wasn’t that great for the first year, which meant he was scrambling for everything he could get.

The first time he got sick after leaving home, it was messy and he was alone for the whole thing. Curled up in the dorm bathrooms, unwilling to get too close to the toilet but knowing it was the best place to be, he’d cried and internally willed his mom to come back. His whole body was shaking, for two days straight he couldn’t move. No one came to check on him, too new to be known by anyone but his roommate and he was a third year stoner who couldn’t give a shit about anything or anyone. 

Mom wasn’t coming back. He knew that.

After that, he knew he was on his own, which meant toughing it out. Even after he met Natasha, Jake and Javy, he still kept them at an arm’s length just in case he lost them too.

“Bradley? Bradley!”

Rooster scrambled against the hands on his face, pulling away and trying to get to his feet.

“It’s okay! You’re okay!” Phoenix exclaimed, raising her hands to settle him. Rooster backed himself into the nearest corner, begging to be left alone.

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” he muttered repetitively, “I’m okay, I’m fine.”

“You just puked your guts out and cried so hard you disassociated, I don’t think you’re doing all that hot,” Jake said. He crouched a good couple feet away from Rooster so he didn’t feel boxed in, Javy a little closer.

“Guys,” Mickey said, “where’s Mav?”

“Fuck,” Reuben huffed, “c’mon Mick, we should go check on him. Tash, keep an eye on Rooster.”

“Not going anywhere,” she said, eyes on her friend as Jake tried to coax him out of the corner.

“Mav?”

Mickey and Reuben walked the halls, calling out for their instructor (read: Daderick). When they didn’t find him for a solid ten minutes they paused.

“Okay, if I was Mav, where would I go to have a messy breakdown?” Mickey asked. Reuben blinked.

“You’ve always been a bathroom guy, but Mav? Where would he go?”

“That is exactly what I just said,” Mickey huffed. He and Reuben exchanged glances.

“I know where he is,” Reuben said. Mickey followed him down the halls, curious.

“How do you know?”

“Because it’s the only place Mav would feel safe.”

The hangar was deserted, no hops for the day scheduled aside from the Daggers but that was later in the afternoon. Reuben rounded the corner into the large hangar, calling out.

“Maverick, sir! It’s me and Mickey, it’s okay. Talk to us. Phoenix and Bagman have Roo, he’s fine. Just sick.”

They stood back and waited for the telltale noise to indicate Maverick was there. When they didn’t get anything they separated, walking down either side of the jet parked in there.

“Hey, Mav, whatcha doin’ down there?” Mickey asked when he caught a glance at Maverick’s standard issue boots.

“... fixing the, y’know, oil...”

“Right. Well, we just thought you should know, Rooster is having some kinda... I dunno, something’s up. He boxed himself into a corner and Jake can’t get him to come out.”

That got Maverick’s attention. Pulling himself out from under the jet, he looked between Mickey and Reuben.

“What about Phoenix?”

“Nope. Everything she says gets him more worked up. Bob tried too and Rooster just got more freaked out.”

“He’s sick, sir, he needs you.”

Silence.

“You said Roo was okay.”

“We lied,” Mickey said simply. That earned him an elbow to the side.

“We just wanted to make sure you were okay first, sir, before we told you what was going on.”

“Well... thank you, but please next time start with the Rooster’s not doing so hot part.”

Maverick was already out the door before Mickey or Reuben could comprehend what happened.

“Roo?”

“Hey, Mav.”

Bradley saw Maverick enter the classroom and swiped at his eyes, focusing his gaze on the ground underneath him. He heard a hushed conversation between the other aviators and his godfather before Maverick’s boots appeared in his view.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Got nervous, hurled. It happens.”

“You don’t have to act so tough. It’s okay to let other people care for you sometimes.”

Bradley’s jaw wobbled and he stared harder at the floor.

“Give us a minute, guys, you’re dismissed for the day. Go shopping or whatever you do on a day off.”

“Hangman’s place, half an hour?” Phoenix said. Rooster heard the others agree and then the sound of their boots faded as they left the room. Finally it was just him and Maverick.

“Can I touch your shoulder?”

It was a grounding technique; one Rooster was very familiar with. It was one Ice used too.

“Yeah,” he whispered. His walls crumbled the second Maverick’s hand made contact with his flight suit and he stifled a sob.

“Been doin’ this on your own for a while, huh kid?” Maverick murmured. Rooster turned his head away, frantically blinking away tears.

“Oh. Okay, buddy, c’mon, let’s get you home before another explosion hits.”

Despite being a good few inches shorter than Rooster, Maverick hefted him up and supported him to the door, where the Daggers were, of course, eavesdropping.

“This is what you do with your time off?” Maverick huffed at them. Jake shrugged, extending an arm out to help support Rooster.

“Duh.”

[beholdthemem]

@alwaysatomicconniseur long ago and far away you very generously responded to this Christmas Edition Ship Meme I’d reblogged with ‘How about Chrissy and Eddie?’ I was delighted, started this, and then forgot until I went through my drafts earlier today like ‘OH, WAIT, LAST DAY-’ 

Thank you for your generosity in giving me an excuse to yell about these two, and for your endless patience. May your holiday be excellent.

-Who starts putting up decorations in October?

I’m gonna say they have an understanding that October is sacred. Those are 31 days meant to be devoted to Halloween, and Halloween ONLY. 

November, meanwhile, is a point of contention. Eddie feels that November should be spent as the Post-Halloween-Mourning-Period, wherein Halloween decorations are left up until whoever you’re living with loudly announces that they cannot live this way anymore, that Jack-o-Lantern outside is ROTTING and squirrels may occassionally be using it as a sex den, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. IT’S THANKSGIVING.

Chrissy, meanwhile, jumps into Christmas preparations immediately. This has less to do with her feelings on Christmas, and more to do with Thanksgiving being specifically devoted to both food and family. The less time she has to think about it, the better.

At some point Eddie puts two and two together. He does not comment, but he does start helping her put decorations up.

He refuses to put the Halloween decorations away, though, so the house is just filled with skeletons and bloody mannequins covered in tinsel until December 1st. Steve, who somehow always gets saddled with working Black Friday, says this looks like his own personal version of hell.

-Who buys Advent Calendars?

Chrissy introduced Eddie to the concept of Advent Calendars. He buys multiple, and then guts them all immediately upon getting home. There will be no waiting day by day, there is candy in there NOW.

-Who places mistletoe all around the house?

The first Christmas they spent together, Chrissy surprised him by putting it in one doorway and jokingly demanding a kiss tax any time one of them entered or left the room. She took it down at the end of the day, and then discovered the next morning that Eddie had willingly gotten up early for the first time in God only knew how long to stick some in every doorway in the house.

“You are ridiculous-”

“Pay up!”

“Absolutely ridiculous!”

“Less laughing, more ki- mmph-”

-Who wraps the presents for other people?

Chrissy’s got years of gift exchanges under her belt from various extracurriculars, meaning she has wrapping down to a science. Eddie’s not bad, but she’s so much faster at it that she usually ends up taking over just to get things done.

-Who puts the star/angel on top of the Christmas tree?

Eddie is required to do this as the resident Tall Person in the house. He has mentioned on more than one occassion that this is the only time post-puberty that anyone’s ever considered him a Tall Person.

-Who’s the one that hates eggnog?

Eddie, purely due to the Christmas of ‘78 when he swapped out the non-alcoholic eggnog Wayne had bought for the two of them with the stuff Wayne had intended to give a coworker. He spent Christmas morning throwing up what felt like everything he’d eaten in the past week while Wayne alternated between patting his back and yelling at him.

-Who’s the one that bakes Christmas cookies for guests?

Neither. It’s one of those things that Chrissy feels like she probably should do, but somehow never ends up getting around to. Eddie, meanwhile, simply does not bother.

-Who sends out the Christmas cards?

Making them is a joint effort, but the one who actually remembers to mail them in time is Chrissy.

-Who knows all the words to Twelve Days of Christmas?

Eddie, and he cannot for the life of him explain why. He has no memory of learning them.

-Who’s the better snowman builder?

Define better. Structually sound? Chrissy. Recognizable as a snowman for the minute and a half it stays up before collapsing under its own weight? Eddie.

-Who starts snowball fights?

Eddie starts em, Chrissy wins. 

-Who’s the one that wakes the other up on Christmas morning by playing Christmas songs really loudly?

CHRISSY. It’s her one allocated Gremlin Moment per month, she’s always up at that hour anyway, and now both Eddie and the dog are gonna be up with her.

[dansnaturepictures]

1/12/22-Winchester and home part 2 of 2: Flora and fauna-Peregrines, Mute Swans and more

Key species seen today:

Cleavers-A plant I’ve seen well so often this week it was good to see some again in Winchester.

Grey Squirrels-In a period of time I’m seeing them so often in Abbey Gardens I saw them well here today and also saw two running up and down a tree in the grounds of Winchester Cathedral quite closely and they kept going up to each other as though play fighting which was fascinating. It was great to see them make contact an interesting bit of behaviour. I took the third and fourth pictures in this photoset of the ones at Winchester Cathedral. 

Blackbird and Wren-I got a great view of one in particular and saw a few more by the River Itchen for the former taking the seventh picture in this photoset of it and saw Wren extremely well at Abbey Gardens getting fantastic views of it not for the first time here.

Mute Swan-As I ate eating lunch at the river it was lovely to see two waddling Mute Swans on the blue and golden in the sun water, this is the closest I’ve ever seen them to where I eat lunch near Winchester City Mill I think. An outstanding wild moment of my day, I took the eighth picture in this photoset of one.

Peregrine Falcon-In the busy month December is I knew I had to try early to take a photo of a Winchester Peregrine in a twelfth and final month this year. Just like in October it wasn’t looking hopeful on the lunch break but as if by magic right at the end of lunch I noticed the majestic Winnie the female Peregrine on top of St. Thomas Church, her figure looming large like a grand statue. I was overjoyed to watch her again and take some photos two weeks on from getting some November shots of her here. The final two pictures in this photoset two of the ones I got today. To say for the first time that I photographed a Peregrine in Winchester in every month of the year is phenomenal. As I mentioned in the first of my wildlife and photography highlights posts of the year that posted earlier I have had an incredible year for these marvelous birds and I have loved seeing them so much in 2022. The photographing them in every month of a year was a goal pre-pandemic, it’s a nice challenge as you’re not always gonna see them in central Winchester outside the constant days of them being around in breeding season and I was on track for three months of 2020 until the pandemic rightly meant working from home. I have documented multiple times how much working from home home and my lunch time and evening Lakeside walks and what it has done for my hobby means to me, but I’m so thrilled to do to the Peregrine photo in every month thing in the hybrid working system in 2022. I have such a unique relationship with the Peregrine and get a lot of passion out of seeing and trying for photos of them. I also saw; Black-headed Gulls on the green out the front nicely, Dunnock I believe possibly the one that comes into the garden going into the forsythia hedge a bit further along this morning, Pied Wagtail well near the cathedral at lunch time, possible Fieldfare by the river too, Robin, Woodpigeon, Feral Pigeon, thistle with its flower about to emerge, purple deadnettle, more lovely groundsel, yarrow, garlic or common penny cress, bramble, periwinkle, stinking iris with the red fruit which is shown in the sixth picture in this photoset with some I saw at Abbey Gardens alongside further along the street, possible crane’s-bill in the second picture in this photoset, other flowers, beautiful rose hips looking moody in the misty morning light, mallow and winter heliotrope leaves and others including some shown in the first picture in this photoset. I also heard Herring Gull at home and in Winchester, and singing and calling birds I couldn’t quite tell what by Lakeside and at the station this morning respectively. I took the fifth picture in this photoset of a pretty bush at Abbey Gardens a possible goldenrain tree. 

Part 1 of today’s posts about the landscape is here: https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/702469855752929280/11222-winchester-and-home-part-1-of-2

[moodyvalentinestories]

Direction – Eighteen | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Thomas arrives in Scotland. There is an unpleasant surprise.

Words: 400+

Notes: Yes, this is a super short chapter. But because the one I published early barely included Thomas, I decided to just post this today as well. I'm thinking I'll post another one tomorrow or so, but no promises.

❥ Previous Chapter: Seventeen ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

Thomas landed in Scotland early Sunday morning – around the time, he supposed, that Danielle would be boarding her plane. That meant, of course, that he would have the rest of the day to take a look at the lodgings Montmartre had arranged and the filming locations for the following week. They would be shooting a variety of scenes in three different locations, and if Thomas didn’t know how talented Danielle was, he would highly doubt they’d be able to get through all of them in that time. Fortunately, all the locations were also very close to where they would be staying – or so he’d been told – which also meant not too much time would be wasted on travelling there every day.

But, for now, he had some more travelling to do. He had assumed the worst but the car ride was surprisingly short. Just over an hour after leaving the airport, Thomas was dropped off at a cosy cottage somewhere in the Scottish Highlands. There were smaller cabins on each side of it, and presumably a few more behind. It wasn’t too hard to figure out where he would be staying.

The PA that had picked him up from the airport told him, anyway. “Yours is the big one, right here. Main cast and director only,” he said. “If ye need anything, I’ll be in cabin number seven. Non-local crew is set to arrive in a few hours, but if you want to leave earlier, just talk to me.”

“I will,” Thomas replied. “Thank you.”

He picked up his bags and ventured into the cottage. It looked just as cosy from the inside as the outside. He walked through the large living room and upstairs, where he supposed the bedrooms would be located. He was right. He found a small hallway with two doors on each side. The first was labelled Chris Winters. The one next to that Zoe Rodriguez. Across from Winters’ room was an unlabelled door. He looked inside, thinking someone had just forgotten to label it, but it was a bathroom. He swallowed hard.

No. No, it couldn’t be. Someone must have made a mistake. Perhaps there was another room downstairs. But, sure enough, the last door had two names on it. Danielle Allen and, right beneath that, Thomas Hunt. He didn’t even have time to be irked by the fact his name was written under hers before he got mad at Montmartre. He knew very well this was his doing. He wanted to torture them and make life much harder than it had to be. He wanted to show them he could do whatever he wanted to and they could do nothing about it.

Thomas sighed. There was one last spark of hope he had that Montmartre may have been somewhat decent, but as soon as he opened the door, that spark was extinguished. One. Just one bed. Of course.

Tags: (It’s been soo long so if you no longer want to be tagged, just tell me… but I’m just gonna tag everyone who was on my taglist back when I started this again.)

@trappedinfandoms​ @lilyoffandoms​ @oneemofungirl​  @alleksa16​ @silversparrow1112​​ @alj4890​​

[concubuck]

Okay, you said send theories and I shall. Now the problem was I have not been reading the blog that closely until the mid-summer, so sadly I do not have an encyclopedic knowledge of the stuff that has gone on, but I have a tumblr archive, a search bar, and insomnia. I looked up when 19 weeks ago was, and it seems to be mid april exactly april 13th as of yesterday I think or today (give or take a few days). Now...it had to be someone around there so I poured over the tumblr archive, and you have ALOT of posts from April. so many. I will admit.... I was too tired to read all of them, but that week in April there was a lot of Cal interactions but there is a post about having sex with Alex on the 11th of April. I remember a "no more sex with alternates" post, but I can't remember when that was, and I can't remember if that was pre of post ever doing anything with Cal. I think it's pre since one of your June posts was about a new notch int he bedpost after going to gluttony with Cal and the self-loathing I think, so that would be too late if that was the first time for the two of them together if I am reading the timeline correctly, which I could have sworn they did stuff earlier, but early summer and spring are a blur to me. I am just basing this off of what posts I can find and who he was talking to during that time, which seemed to be mostly alternates so just gonna run down that path theorizing if it is someone we as an audience knew. I hate the fact I only started really reading everyday only in like mid-Summer. But also...it could be a rando.... I have no idea. I am a dumb bitch who needs to go to bed, but those were the most interactions I saw that week unless I missed a post in my delerium. I probably did. I am going to bed.

(("I have a tumblr search bar, an archive, and insomnia" is such a mood. Now lemme throw a bunch of fresh confounding info into your theorization!

I don't remember when exactly he decided "no more sex with alternates," HOWEVER:

- at the time, he meant "no sex with NEW alternates, but I'll keep sleeping with the ones I've already slept with"

- also he's a dumbass and slept with at least one new alternate even after making that decision.

Buck didn't go to Gluttony with Cal; he went to Gluttony with Germ (the Alastor on stagred). That's the alt he slept with after deciding "no new alts."

Buck & Cal HAVE had sex before—I think Cal is probably Buck's most frequent partner as far as non-NPCs go. The first time they had sex was in January, and it wasn't until July that Buck went "ok no I'm not sleeping with you specifically anymore" because it just kept making them both unhappy because of their respective self-esteem and identity issues.

And to mess things up even more: despite what Buck thinks (because he doesn't know shit about pregnancy, it's never been relevant to him before), how many weeks you are into a pregnancy isn't calculated from the date of conception. It's calculated from the date of the last pre-pregnancy period. This is because it's impossible to tell EXACTLY when sperm hit egg hidden somewhere deep inside a body, but it's a lot easier to keep track of what's the last day u started bleeding on ur undies. So the commonly-referenced 40 week pregnancy length really means "your baby is born around 40 weeks after ur last period," and conception actually happens a couple weeks after that date? Give or take a few days because there's a window where it could occur?

Now, Buck doesn't HAVE periods, so he can't exactly use that to calculate how far along he is or his probable conception date. But since the doctors are trying to retroactively guess how far along he is, that's what the 19 week guess really means. How far back to some hypothetical imaginary period, and conception happens some time after that.

(I actually don't have a good in-universe reason for why demons do it that way, since I headcanon that succubi don't have periods; but I do have a VERY good out-of-universe reason: because all the pregnancy charts & trackers & calendars & checklists use that system and it makes it a hell of a lot easier for me to keep track of symptoms if I don't have to remember to add/subtract a couple weeks for demons. So for the sake of convenience we're using the human pregnancy calendar!)

And on top of all that, there's no guarantee the doctors' guess is exactly right. If you don't know your last period or when you had the sex that must have produced the baby, gestational age is estimated based on the current size of the baby. (If I recall right, I think that during second trimester they measure the length of the femur?) But the farther you get into a pregnancy, the more a baby's size can vary—it might be a slow/fast grower, or it might be unusually big/small at birth. By the middle of the second trimester, guesses based on fetus size can be off by a week in either direction—sometimes more.

End result: when Buck himself starts trying to find suspects, to be safe he's gonna be casting a WIDE net; and it's going to cover most of April and May.

... And just to confuse things even more, one character who's Definitely On Buck's Suspect List won't even turn up on ur search because we are slow RPers who started the thread during Buck's "might get knocked up" window but uhhh... still haven't actually finished it or gotten around to writing the sex gjlsjfh I'm very sorry for that. I promise that other than that one outlier I'm playing fair with y'all's expectations.))

[the-backwards-eel]

(!vent!)

“I got a C…”

“A C is good, it means you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing.”

“A C is good for you. Not for me.”

(I was trying to comfort you, but if you’re gonna call me dumb then you can continue to cry.)

-

“It happened back in February, you need to let it go.”

(You and I both knew they were in the wrong and we even talked about it, yet you still chose not to stand by my side and watch as my tears fell. Maybe you were able to let it go because you weren’t the one they ganged up on.)

-

“You don’t wear makeup when you cosplay?”

“No?”

…

“I really like cosplaying but kinda stopped after you asked me why I don’t wear makeup. It felt like I needed to wear makeup to cosplay.”

(It was a simple question. I asked you because a lot of cosplayers wore makeup when cosplaying. Okay, so you aren’t one of them, you literally could’ve just said no. I’m not responsible for your insecurities and stop blaming me just because you don’t want to admit it. Am I supposed to be wary of everything I say in fear of offending you?)

-

“I love her!”

“I hate her.”

(I clearly love her. I relate to her a lot, so do you hate me? When I express that I like something why do you immediately express your disliking for it? This is one of those times where your opinion is really not needed.)

-

“Aren’t you gonna clean up your mess?”

“No.”

“You made it, so you should clean it up.”

“I don’t care.”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t care.”

“You remind me of my younger brother and that’s not a compliment.”

(You both like to avoid taking responsibility, when called out on your toxic behaviour you respond with “I don’t care” when you clearly do or at least should. The only difference is my brother tries at some things, while you never try at anything.)

-

“You go ahead and post about me online when I constantly offer to listen to your problems?”

“I’m sorry, (No you’re not.) it was a misunderstanding, the post I made wasn’t about you. Honestly, I’m quite offended you accuse me of talking shit about you. You could’ve just asked me.”

(I wasn’t accusing you of shit talking me, I was accusing you of having unhealthy coping mechanisms.)

“How was I supposed to know? I obviously thought it was about me since it seemed like you were referring to something that happened earlier today. How was I supposed to know if I asked you, that you were telling the truth.”

“I understand, (No you don’t.) but I’m hurt that you didn’t have enough confidence in me. You think this is all about you.”

(No, I really don’t, I actually think this is about you. You could’ve ended it at “Sorry, it was a misunderstanding” but you had to go on. You’d rather protect what little dignity you have than apologise to a friend.)

-

(I’ve been trying. Trying really hard to do the right thing. I’m the one enrolled in this program, the only reason you’re here is because you tagged along as my friends. I could request to have you removed and never come back but I won’t because I know you’re also dealing with your own issues. I don’t know why, there’s no reason for me to care about your issues if you couldn’t pay half a mind to mine. It’s clear we’re not meant to be friends yet you still insist on mending our friendship. You might as well be trying to fill a bucket with a hole in it with water. So why do you still try? To have someone to exclude and ignore again? Because there’s no one else you’d do it too aside from me. There are so many things I still want to say, and to your face, but I’m so mentally tired right now.)

[squireofgeekdom]

Me: Has half a dozen wips open

Also me: writes 900-odd words of something else in one sitting

(in fairness, this is also in the ‘episode coda’ wip doc)

Wille eventually be more completely written out and edited (and titled) to post on ao3, but for now i’m just very emotional about it and gonna throw it at yall

Pike and Spock, post Strange New Worlds finale. Beware spoilers.

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“Can I ask you a question?”

Spock nods.

“When I told you about the time crystal …seeing that part of my future, that I knew…” He takes a breath. “You’re no stranger to seeing the future. Or - a future. What Gabrielle Burnham showed you… you worked with us to change that. But when I told you that I knew my future, you accepted it.” He looks up at Spock. “What changed?”

Spock tilts his head slightly. “I would not consider anything as having… changed,” he says. “When Gabrielle Burnham showed me the future, it was as a danger she was fighting to avoid. And when I relayed that danger to you - and the importance of changing it - you believed me. When you told me the time crystal had allowed you to know a part of your future with certainty, I believed you.”

He lets out a long breath.

“You had offered me an answer to what was troubling you, and a question that was clearly deeply important to you,” Spock continues. “Sometimes it is valuable to question the premise of a question itself. However, at the time, I did not consider that to be the case.” Spock says. “Was that an incorrect assumption?”  

“No. No, I don’t think so. That was - what I needed to hear.”

Spock nods slowly. 

After a long moment, Spock asks. “If I may ask a question in return, Chris?”

“Of course.”

“Given your statements earlier, it seems you had not fully accepted the future you saw for yourself, as you had obtained new information regarding what would happen if that future was altered - information I assume you had cause to obtain. Is this correct?”

“... Yeah.” He scrubs a hand across his face. “It wasn’t … wasn’t just not accepting my fate, it was… the others that got caught up in it.”

“That changed.”

“More that … I was reminded of it.”

“And when you saw what happened if the future was altered… I faced your fate.”

“Something like it.”

Spock pauses. “And the others -”

“I don’t know… specifically. But there was… things got much worse.” He shakes his head slightly. “And every time, I would…”

“I -” Spock clears his throat slightly. “I hope you know I would give my life for yours without hesitation. Not only because you are my captain, but because you are… you are very important to me.”

He smiles at the echo, even in its bittersweetness. “You’ve got a bigger future than that, Spock.”

“As I have never taken a time crystal, I believe I still have some say in that.”

He smiles wider at that. He doesn’t ask whether Spock thinks about Michael in the future, and how she may have seen for herself in the future’s histories of their time how his life unfolds, in the ‘fate of the galaxy’ ways his own future self had said.

He trusts that Spock will find his future, just by being … Spock. 

As long as he keeps Spock safe to do so.

“It’s okay, Spock,” he says at last. “I took the crystal willingly, and I wouldn’t change that. And now that I know the bigger picture… I really have accepted my fate. And,” he adds, “I meant what I said. Even if nothing else… got worse, even if it was only my fate or yours. You don’t owe me anything. I’d always choose it freely, because you are very important to me.”

“Then,” Spock pauses. “I would ask that you believe I would also choose to sacrifice for you freely, not out of debt or obligation. Simply because you are very important to me.”

“Spock -” He blinks back tears. After everything today, it feels like another word could shatter him. “I know it will never come to that. But - thank you.”

Spock tilts his head, pauses. “When you spoke of your fate … your death. You referred to the death of the man you know yourself as. And,” he starts, setting his jaw in a way that he recognizes as a stubbornness from which he won’t be budged. “If there is a survivor after that … kind of death, one I recognize - that will be someone I will still freely sacrifice for.”

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. He’s cut himself off from thinking about after. “Recognize as who, Spock?” he asks, feeling the echo of desperation with which he had asked Spock who he most essentially was. “There won’t be much Captaining left in me, I’m afraid.” 

He’s grit his teeth and given orders through a great deal of pain and injury, but not like that. Not the way he’d felt, in that brief glimpse of the feelings of his future self, the constant pain that clouded everything like a haze of smoke, the will and concentration it had taken to move an inch, like steering a burning shuttle with his teeth. 

Spock has paused, considering. “There is more to … being the Captain than Captaining a Starship.”

“Yeah?” he says, with his best attempt at casual through the tightness in his chest, “You’ll have to explain that one to me.”

“It is…” Spock closes his eyes briefly. “Being the person whose has earned my trust in their leadership. Who has trusted and stood by me as… Spock. Who I am glad to call my Captain.” Spock says. “If a part of that person survives… they will be very important to me.”

Something cracks, a small, hiccupping sob.

He takes a deep breath, tries to steady himself.

“What -” Spock hesitates. “What can I do?”

“Nothing, Spock. It’s … it’s been a long day. I’m sorry.”

“Chris,” Spock says, “let me help.”

He takes a deep breath, and allows himself weakness for a moment. “Stay. Please.” 

[wallysbestie]

50 Questions Tag

uwu i was tagged by @mias97! thanks sweetie!

ill put this under a read more because its pretty long :’)

1. what takes up too much of your time? homework and classes :’)

2. what makes you day better? being able to talk @felegs easily makes my day 110% better

3. what’s the best thing that happened to you today? i got to play dnd with my friends today and thats always one of my day’s biggest highlight on sundays

4. what fictional place would you like to go?  uhhhh i wiukd kive ti hope into the world of the Night Circus? like circuses popping up suddenly and randomly and showing cool magic?? i love

5. are you good at giving advice? i am yeah im a very motherly psyc major with too much experience under my belt so im usually really great at helping people

6. do you have any mental illness? i do yes~

7. have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? no luckily god i cant imagine ever going through that

8. what musician inspired you the most? Garret Rapp and Tablo

9. have you ever fallen in love? i have yeah

10. what’s your dream date? night time beach or park adventure

11. what do others notice about you? my motherly nature :’) i’m always immediately told how kind and uplifting i am upon meeting people

12. what is the annoying habit you have? i tend to bite on my lip or tug on my piercings way too much

13. do you still talk to you first love? god luckily not i hope this answer never changes

14. how many ex’s do you have? .....six? official ones? but also 3 of them i dated 2-3 times it was v toxic and like 4 of them really fucked me up emotionally so~~~

15. how many songs are on your playlist? usually range between 6-10 because thats how long it typically takes me to shower and thats the only reason i make them but my longest currently is 337 because its my high school throwback one lmao

16. what instruments can you play? guitar!

17. who do you have the most pictures of? my dog lmao

18. where would you like to go before you die? Seattle, Washington, Boston, Massachusetts, Florence, Italy again and Athens, Greece

19. what is your zodiac? capricorn

20. do you relate to it? oh definitely sadly im very stereotypical for my sign :’)

21. what is happiness to you? not to be like... cliche? but im most happiest when the people around me are safe and happy

22. are you going through anything right now? mmmm im struggling a lot with school and mental health but? thats life i guess?

23. what’s the worst decision you’ve ever made? i??? dont know??? i have a lot of shit i really regret saying/doing but i dont know which would be considered my worst decision? actually no i know its having given my mom a second chance to be back in my life when i was in high school

24. what’s your favourite store? mmmm bath and bodyworks. im a big slut for candles and they have many

25. what’s your opinion on abortion? im pro choice man its your life no one else should dictate what you do with it

26. do you keep a bucket list? kinda? yeah i guess lmao

27. do you have a favourite album at the moment? Dawn by The Rose and 4 Your Eyez by J. Cole

28. what do you want for your birthday? ideally? to see vivi. realistically? to get drunk and just forget about responsibilities for a bit

29. what are most peoples first impression of you? super kind and attentive lmao

30. what age do you seem according to most people? either 12 or 21

31. where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? in my hand near my ear because i cant sleep without music but i also try to keep my music low enough that my roommate wont hear it

32. what word do you say the most? interesting

33. what’s the oldest age you would date? probably like 25??

34. what’s the youngest age you would date? 18? 19?

35. what job/career do most people say would suit you? psychology, teaching or being an editor

36. what’s your favourite music genre? probably rnb or hiphop/rap

37. if you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? as much as i absolutely hate this country, id probably want to stay in America

38. what is your current favourite song? Glue by Planetarium Records or I’ll Still Have Me by CYN

39. how long have you had this blog for? this blog I’ve had since June

40. what are you excited for? going home and seeing my dog next month :’)

41. are you a better talker or listener? oh definitely listener

42. what is the last productive thing you did? .....i studied thursday morning for the exam i had that day??? i took this weekend off form college and avoided almost all my responsibilities tbh

43. what do you want for christmas? ideally? a rat. realistically? i dunno i asked my aunt to buy my Tablo’s two books and Ikon’s Return album so?

44. what class do you get the best grades in? English courses in general but I’m currently getting the best grades in my Social Influences class

45. on a scale from 1-10, how are you feeling right now? probably like a 4? ive been getting really shitty sleep lately and i think its finally catching up to me and i have a bunch of homework and studying to do so :’) im feeling like crap

46. what can you see yourself doing in 10 years? hopefully graduating with my psyd and working at a hospital in seattle?

47. when did you get your first heartbreak? mmmm probably when i was in 7th grade? that year was real rough and just had back to back heartbreak in romantic and platonic senses lmao

48. at what age do you want to get married? lmao never i don’t want to get married i don’t see a point in it and also the thought of being that fully committed scares the absolute crap outta me

49. what career did you want to have as a child? this is gonna sound weird but from 5-8th grade i really wanted to be a homicide photographer???

50. what do you crave right now? sleep but also caffeine and attention :’)

i dont really,,, have the spoons to think of people to tag lmao so for today, im not gonna tag anyone. if you see this and wanna do it then feel free to tag me but i leave my usual bunch alone for tonight lmao

[collecting-stories]

Birthday Dinner - JJ Maybank

Request: Okay this might be a stupid request but I dreamed about this and I would love an imagine or something about it. So JJ is working at a restaurant and reader (his gf) is having dinner there with her little sister and JJ is just really excited that he can serve you and he gives your sister like coloring stuff so she can color and JJ tells all his colleagues that your his girlfriend and just pure fluff idk

A/N: So this originally started as part of another request and then just became it’s own fic. Sorry it took so long to actually post!

Outer Banks Masterlist

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Birthday dinners in your family were always a major deal. While your mom and dad usually chose the Wreck or the 24hr diner over near the pawn shop for their respective birthdays but your sister always went all in. She’d spend weeks before her birthday talking about where she wanted to go but always ended up choosing the same place, The Island Club.  

“I’m gonna get lobster,” she insisted on the car ride over. Your parents were on the mainland for a funeral but you’d promised to take her without them, almost grateful that you wouldn’t have to sit through your dad talking about the value difference of everything on the menu or your mom read each price out loud as if she was somehow shocked that a restaurant for kooks cost so much money.  

“Lobster?” You asked, pulling into a parking space between a tesla and a benz. You thought of JJ immediately, joking that at least you knew your car wouldn’t be stolen. “Do you like lobster?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, the taffeta sleeves of her dress brushing her cheeks. In your opinion, though you’d appropriately ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed when she came out of her room in her birthday outfit, the dress looked like cotton candy on her gangly eight-year-old self. She had a pink tiara to match, feathery and covered in glitter, proclaiming that today was her birthday. “That’s the point of trying things.”  

“Touché," you replied, pushing the door of the Island Club open so she could pass before you. A couple of expensively dressed, middle-aged, kooks looked your way as you were led to your table. Your sister looking like an 80’s pageant queen and you, in the satin, strappy, light blue dress you’d worn to prom. It was the nicest thing you owned and she had insisted that it was the only dress that fit her idea of ‘dressed up’.  

“JJ told me he’s working tonight.” Your sister mentioned, looking up at the host as they seated you at a table near the wall of sliding glass doors, “do you know JJ?”

“...Maybank?” The guy asked, handing over two menus.  

“Yeah,” she smiled, “he’s my best friend.”  

You almost wanted to laugh when she said it. When JJ had asked you out two summers earlier, your sister had been far from thrilled. While your mom was just happy that you had a boyfriend, asking to meet him the first time you ever even mentioned his name, all your sister could think was that you dating meant someone else was going to occupy your time. Before JJ you’d been something of a second mother to your little sister, stepping in while your parents worked. Now that you were dating and he was around the house all the time, he’d practically adopted the title of honorary older brother to your sister. She was completely convinced that he was the best person she ever met.  

Your sister had told JJ weeks before that she was going to the Island Club for her birthday and had asked if he would be there that night, hopeful that she could see him if he couldn’t actually come to dinner.  

“Oh man,” JJ’s voice came from behind your sister, his hands landing on the back of the chair as he leaned over her, “I better hide all the ice cream.”

“JJ!” She twisted in her seat to see him, smile so wide it practically reached her ears as she looked up at him. “Are you coming over tonight to have cake with us?”  

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” He replied. A glance back toward the double doors of the kitchen were enough to tell JJ that socialising on the clock was not going to fly with his boss. He sheepishly backed up from the table, sending your sister an apologetic smile, “I’ll be back out to see you, okay? I gotta get back to work.”  

The minute JJ was back through the double doors he was apologizing, grabbing the bus bin off the cart, and announcing to everyone in the kitchen that his girlfriend’s sister was turning eight today. The calendar hanging on the wall near the kitchen office had her birthday circled, as if it was some sort of holiday for the whole staff to celebrate.  

“Hey,” JJ leaned against the counter near the stove, plastering his nicest smile on for the woman who ran the kitchen. “Remember how you said I could work on my waitering skills the other day. You were like ‘JJ you should have just as much opportunity to move up as anyone else, you’re such a hard worker and a great kid-“

“I don’t think I said all that.” She remarked, looking at him pointedly, waiting for him to get where he was going with the conversation.  

“Well anyway…you think I could wait a table tonight?”  

“Let me guess,” her face remained blank as she stared at him, “you wanna wait your girlfriend’s table so you can impress her and the little sister by doing something that isn’t cleaning up dirty dishes?”  

JJ nodded, trying to offer whatever compromise he could think of, “look, whoever’s table it’s supposed to be, they can keep the tip.”  

“You got a girlfriend that tips?”  

“Whats that suppose to mean?”  

“I work with you JJ, I know what a cheapskate you are.” She replied, almost cracking a smile when he scoffed.  

“I’m not a cheapskate I’m fucking broke all the time.”  

“And this girlfriend of yours is rolling in it?”  

JJ groaned, annoyed that the conversation was going so off course, “can I wait the table or not?”

“Fine.” She finally agreed, quick to tack on rules, “But only one free dessert for the kid’s birthday…I don’t want you clearing out the fridge over some little kid.”

“Okay,” JJ was grinning was ear to ear, already on his way to the small office area where aprons hung to grab a new, clean one for himself. The prospect of waiting your table wasn’t just exciting because he would get to actually see you all night but because he couldn’t help feeling more than a little impressed with himself and hoped you did too. Just a busboy was fine, he made a decent pay check, but he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life busing tables. He didn’t even want to spend the rest of the summer cleaning up after kooks. Serving them might be worse but if it meant that he could impress you, show off a little in the process, that was well worth it.  

The host brought drinks to the table, a Shirley Temple for your sister and a water for you, and then JJ was in the dining room, walking straight for your table.  

“Are you waiting on us?” You asked, your sister smiling eagerly as she clutched the menu in her hands, she didn’t even need to look but she had anyway, trying to be as fancy as possible.  

“Yeah,” he nodded, “they’re letting me wait this table. I’m in training.”  

“Glad to be your Guinea pig then.”  

“JJ,” your sister cut you off, “I’m gonna get lobster.”  

“Whoa, pulling out all the stops for your birthday huh?” JJ asked, checking the menu for the actual order and scribbling it down on the his notepad.  

“Only the best,” you replied, JJ laughing at the sarcastic undertone in your voice. He knew birthday dinner was on you this time and, while you had been saving up as much as you could, lobster at the island club wasn’t cheap.  

“And for you?” JJ asked, turning toward you and trying to act professional as another waiter passed by the table.  

“The salmon and the house salad,” you replied, “Kie and I are trying to do like…a no fried food diet or whatever,” you explained, almost laughing when JJ made a face and rolled his eyes. “Don’t start with your dumb “you don’t need a diet” crap JJ, we’re trying to be healthy!”  

“French fries are potatoes. Potatoes are healthy.” He argued, taking the menus from you when you held them out.  

“Next you’ll tell me beer is healthy cause it’s just wheat and water.”  

“I mean-“ he shrugged and you laughed.  

“Go get our food.”

“I‘ll be right back.” He huffed, leaning over to whisper to your sister as he passed her. She laughed and he looked back at you conspiratorially, just so you would know for sure that they were gossiping about you.  

JJ wasn’t gone long, reappearing in a few minutes with a thin colouring book and a pack of crayons that the club usually provided for kids dining in. The book had line drawings of different animals that were native to the OBX and your sister flipped first to the page of dolphins, “I’m gonna do one for Kiara, she’s coming over tomorrow.”  

“What about me?” JJ asked, lingering at the table when he knew that technically he still needed to be busing others.  

“I already drew you a picture, it’s at home.” She explained, full concentration on the picture in front of her needing to be colored in.  

“Wow,” JJ drew the word out, as if truly impressed, “what is it?”  

“You and me surfing!” She replied, finally looking up at him. “Cause we’re gonna go surf on the weekend...right?” Your boyfriend had agreed to teach your sister how to surf as a birthday present, promising your parents that he wouldn’t let her drown or get eaten by a shark.  

“Yeah, we’re totally gonna go surf on the weekend.” As JJ spoke, Andrew passed him, nudging him and pointing out a few tables that had finished and needed to be cleaned off. JJ gave a small sigh, “I’ll be back with your birthday food, I gotta go clear off some tables.”

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