#730 ish am

[sunflowerseraph]

Ok im gonna share stuff later today abt the AU mentioneddd >>:] ...

I love drawing self indulgent AU art its so fun ♡

[ladylooch]

I need a little bit of sub (ish) Nico. Like I can’t let him be in charge all the time. Gotta girl boss him a little bit

A/N: I am blaming the summer heat in my state as well for my thoughts tonight… hahahah I’m not sorry. Which is why I still need to find Jesus. Hahahaha. I’m a lil drunky. 

Word Count: 730

The summer heat is getting to you.

And so are the defined curves of Nico’s abdomen where he is flipping off the dock with his brother, Luca. You can’t help but stare, even as Nina tries to engage you in conversation. 

“Hey.” Nina nudges your leg with her foot.

“Hm?”

“I said do you need more wine?”

“Yeah, ah… I’ll get it.” You offer, jumping at the chance to grab Nico to help. You should be a good hostess. “Neeks, baby, can you come up with me and help bring the next round of snacks down?”

“Yeah!” He calls as he uses the ladder to leave the lake. 

You head up together. Nico is dripping along the way as he towels off as much as he can during your walk. He ditches the towel on the deck before entering the kitchen behind you.

“Baby, you need more sunscreen.” He murmurs, pressing his thumb into your shoulder where red blushes your skin. “Grab some from the bathroom and I’ll put it on you.” 

After grabbing the white wine from the fridge, you pause by the counter, watching him go into the pantry. You open the cork stuffed into the top, taking two big glugs of courage before following your boyfriend into the walk-in space. He is examining two different kinds of crackers putting one back on the shelf to read the other box. He has a thing about matching crackers with the right cheese. It must be a Swiss thing because Nina does it too.

“Are we having brie or manchego?” He asks, shoving his wet hair back from his forehead. The action has you sweating. You fly forward into the pantry, shutting the door and leaning your back against it. Nico slowly travels his gaze along your body, noticing the distinct points of your nipples against the swimsuit top. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You breathe, practically panting. “You‘re driving me crazy.” 

“I’m sorry?” He chuckles.

“I don’t think you are.” You tell him. “At least not sorry enough.” Nico’s thick eyebrows dance up his forehead in amusement. You walk towards him, wasting no time in pushing your hand into his board shorts. He thickens in your hand. The box of crackers falls to the panty floor. “Here’s the deal. I can’t wait. Not one more minute without you bending me over and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe.”

“Jesus, babe.” He moans as you slide your thumb over the slit of his head. “Oh my god.” You squeeze him tighter until his knees buckle.

“You’re going to take me from behind. We’re going to finish in two minutes. And we are going to walk back down to the lake without one single hair out of place.” 

“I wanna fuck you on the floor.” He whines slightly.

“No. Against the cabinet.” You slap his cheek lightly, then wiggle out of your bottoms.

You bend over in front of him, gripping the base of his dick to push through your folds roughly. Nico’s hands ghost along your hips as you push yourself back onto him.  “Oh.” You sigh in pleasure. “Ah.” You gnaw your bottom lip, bouncing back until your ass claps against this abdomen. Nico presses his butt against the opposite cabinet, then winds a hand around to your stomach to pull you flush with him. His hips angle up and down with your movements. 

“Tell me how pretty I am.” You insist, fingernails piercing at the taut skin of his abdomen.

“So fucking pretty.” His teeth are gritted. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He moans, tightening his thighs to stay standing. You reach for your hip, lacing your fingers together as you feel your orgasm coil.

“Play with my clit.” You move his hand to between your folds, immediately inhaling sharply at his touch there. “Like that. Please.” You moan holding his wrist there, feeling the beads of his bracelets indent your palm. You grind against his hand as you buck against him. You grab his other hand, putting it over your mouth to catch your scream. He moans your name as he comes too, filling your heat with sticky ribbons.

Your afterglow assaults you. Making you lazy as you redress yourself then turn to tuck Nico back into his shorts. His stunned expression has you chuckling as you grab the box of crackers he dropped. You extend them to him. He takes them with an astonished laugh.

“What just happened?” He asks, lacing your fingers together after dropping the crackers again. He tugs you closer, shoving his other hand in your hair as he kisses you.

“It was my turn to call the shots.” 

“Can we expand more on that later?”

“Sure, if I feel like it.” You lick along the seam of his lips, then return to the kitchen to pour two fresh glasses of wine.

If Nico’s siblings knew what you were doing up there, they have no reaction to it when you both return to the dock. 

“You didn’t get sunscreen.” Nico murmurs, kissing your cheek as you settle back into your chair. 

“Sorry, I got distracted.” You both chuckle and share another kiss. Nico takes off at full speed, jumping into the lake with a large cannon ball to splash you with droplets of water. 

He’ll pay for that later. 

[oharamwah]

♡ଓ — 8° celcius : waking up with your husband on an extra chilly morning → 730

husband!miguel x fem!reader

contents : newly-ish wed!miguel being the sweetest most warm husband in the world, living together, implied that reader doesn’t speak spanish, fluuuuuffffff

p.s : 8°c is around 46° f soooo pretty cold

i’m writing this bc it’s freezing in my house

posted july 25th - to be edited !

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work.

waking up next to your partner is possibly one of the most intimate activities. knowing that your minds feel safe enough to fall asleep next to each other is the next best way of declaring your love.

you and miguel have lived in this house for no longer than a month. you two recently got married (and by recent i mean within the last 2 years) but living together has certainly shifted things a bit. ever since you moved in together, the privacy is actually existent, meaning you two have been taking advantage of the silence, that is the absence of his abuelita.

nights with miguel are lovely. you’ll be preparing dinner and he’ll have his hands placed gently on your waist, slightly hunching his back so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. he’ll be humming along to some songs you don’t understand, but he doesn’t mind — they’re all about love and he would be embarrassed if you knew.

then you two will eat and have endless conversations about god knows. nights are when miguel dedicates all his attention to you. he could listen to you for hours.

but mornings, they are so unappreciated.

something about the sun peeking through the blinds and shining right on your eyes, waking you up and facing you with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. the sun sits on his cheeks like layers of pure gold, his hair is unkept and falls on his eyelids. he has this solemn look when he sleeps, his eyebrows are knitted and his lips are slightly parted. you can hear his steady breath and soft snores. everything about waking up next to miguel is so perfect.

except for this morning.

this morning, you wake up in a dim room with goosebumps painting your body.

‘it’s cold as hell,’ you think to yourself, but all that comes out of your mouth is a soft grunt. ‘i must’ve forgot to turn on the heater.’

you raise your hand up to rub your eyes as you shift around under the covers, stretching and trying to get as cozy as possible. you look at the alarm clock on your bedside — 5:42 am. the sound of your movement wakes miguel and he heavily exhales. your gaze shifts over to him and you see his bare chest rise and fall slowly, his scarlet eyes slowly fluttering open. he looks like he had a bad sleep.

“it’s cold as hell.” he mutters, replicating your exact thoughts. he looks over at you, confused, as if you made the room this cold.

“good morning baby,” he continues, smiling a bit. “you cold too?” he brushes your cheek.

you smile to yourself. “no, miguel, that’s why i’ve created a burrito of myself with our blanket.” you kid. his smile is endearing, he looks at you with nothing but pure adoration.

you’re in a bit of a silly position. you’re practically wrapped like a newborn with only your head sticking out of the sheets, but miguel doesn’t mind. he still thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire universe.

“c’mere,” he says with a small gesture. he has one hand to rest his head on and the other is already gently tugging on you to come closer. you inch yourself into his hold. even in a thick blanket you can feel the warmth of his unclothed torso radiating through the fabric. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead once you’ve fully adjusted yourself.

“how do you sleep shirtless in the winter?” you implore.

miguel looks at you with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. “are you suggesting i stop?” he laughs quietly. he’s teasing you.

“mmm.. not what i said.” you reply with a sheepish smile. his smile only mimics yours. he presses another soft kiss, this time on your temple.

you rest your head on his chest and he searches for your thigh in the cloud of blanket that it’s hiding in. he wraps his hand around the soft spot of your leg and uses his thumb to caress it.

you feel his chest rise again and he sighs, a gentle breeze on the top of your head. “i love you so much.” he says out of the blue. you look up at him, smiling softly. he’s already looking.

“what?” he asks.

“nothing, nothing,” you giggle, “i love you miguel.”

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗴𝗵:

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): headcanons, fluff, sfw, short blurb, friends to lovers-ish

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, mentions of consuming alcohol, being drunk (?), swearing

word count: 730

note: I thought this was cute. I was working on a request but felt stuck and came up with this. Now, back to work on the request. Which I might post tonight. But no promises. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy <3

requests are open! <3

[Florence and Toby fighting over Y/n's attention]

You guys knew each other for your whole lives, you were neighbours after all. 

You didn’t have any siblings, so, naturally, you would spend your afternoon playing with the Pugh kids. Which then turned into a friendship.  

You would hang out with Toby and Florence. Since Raffie was a baby, and Arabella thought she was too old to play with kids.

You, naturally, grew feelings for the blonde Pugh. Feelings which at first you didn’t quite understand since you were little. 

But in time, you realised you were head over hills for her. 

How could you not like her? She was amazing, she was charming, she was kind. 

In your teen years you stop hanging out with them that much. 

You would visit Toby from time to time, but you couldn't get near Florence since you would get all nervous and shit. 

Toby became your best friend, and one night he asked you what happened between Florence and you, since you guys kinda avoided each other regularly:

“I just don’t understand, did she do something to you? Did you do something to her?”

You were debating whether to tell him the truth or not, but then a second later something in him clicked. 

“Oh, you little shit. You like her, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t,” your quick answer just gave you away. 

“You so do. Look at you, your cheeks are all red. I can’t believe this,” Toby laughed to himself. 

“Just please don’t tell her, okay?” you gave him your best puppy eyes. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t. But please do something about it, I–,” Toby didn’t want to give away his sister's feelings for you, he had no right. But he couldn’t just stand there and watch these two idiots avoiding each other just because they like one another. “Just, trust me. You should talk to her about it.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

In your twenties, Toby and you were attached to the hip. Spending every minute together. 

So much so, that Florence believed you guys were dating. Obviously that wasn’t true. 

You learned how to control your feelings around her, so now you would also spend some time with her, like back in the old days. 

And then, in your birthday party the unexpected happened, maybe not so unexpected: 

You got drunk. But hey, it was your birthday and if you wanted to get drunk you would. But being drunk got you more talkative. Toby tried to keep you at bay from doing anything stupid, after all that was his duty as your best friend. But he lost sight of you for 5 whole minutes, which were more than enough to find his blonde sister. 

“There you are,” you shouted at her through the loud music. She looked stunning with her blonde short hair. 

“Hey, you. How are you liking the party?” she noticed your pupils were dilated, and she could smell the alcohol on your lips. You were so close that she could almost get drunk from your breath. But if she were to get drunk, it wouldn't be because of your breath, but because of your whole presence. 

“Oh, it’s good. I like it. Not as much as I like you, though,” you winked at her. 

“You’re so drunk right now.”

“Yeah, I am. But drunk me still likes you and isn’t afraid to tell you that,” you popped her cute little nose making a ‘pop’ noise. 

Florence felt her blood rushed to her cheeks. She wanted more than anything for it to be true, but you were drunk. She couldn’t take you seriously. 

“How about we talk about this when you are sober?”

“Okay, fine,” you agreed much to your dismay. You kissed her cheek and told her you were going to dance. She just chuckled at you.

And you guys did:

At first it was an apology from you, you didn’t remember exactly what you’d said. But you did remember talking to Florence. 

She told you what you guys had talked about, and was brave enough to confess her feelings for you, feelings she had been hiding ever since you two were 13. She figured if drunk you confessed to her, sober you would feel the same, right?

A smile was forming on your lips as soon as she finished her confession. And all you could say was:

“Can I kiss you?”

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

-M

[whovianshifts]

shifting experience in a lucid dream!

(or at least i think that's what happened)

last night, i had the most insane shifting experience. i genuinely have no idea what is was - a lucid dream, maybe - but all i know is that i felt like i was right on the verge of shifting.

last night, as usual, i put on my gateway tapes - still on Focus 3 - and it was alright. i didn't really feel deep in the void or anything, and my mind wandered at times (which i think came down to the fact that i was almost putting it off a little). i usually put an alarm around 2-3 hours before i usually wake up as well so that i can attempt to shift in the mornings - mainly so that i can still practice it everyday but also to make sure that when im doing the tapes, i can purely focus on them and not worry about shifting.

so yesterday, i did the gateway tapes meditation pretty late (2-3am ish) and then put an alarm for 7am. the entire night from here got so crazy that i couldnt tell you a timeline but i am *pretty* sure that my near shifting experience happened after the alarm and between the hours of 730-930.

now, i woke up at 7am, stayed awake for like 2 minutes just shuffling around my room but my whole issue with this technique at the moment is that im sleeping wayy too late, so my shifting alarm is usually around the same time as sunrise, which is SUPER distracting as it just naturally makes me feel 10x more awake.

so basically, i got back into bed, put on some generic theta waves on spotify, attempted to shift for half an hour by going through some techniques from the gateway tapes and then just counted to 100 and repeated affirmations.

whilst im trying not to get overwhelmed by tiktok this time round in my journey, i saw this person saying that "your subconscious has no eyes," - something that genuinely cured my contempt of 'I am' affirmations. its kinda simple, your subconscious creates what it is being told, so i found it easier to accept the logic behind affirmations and the fact that it didnt just feel like a groundless practice allowed me to feel good about them for the first time in like 4 years (no exaggeration). i ended up having my usual mild symptoms of just purple/blue colours, white light seeping etc and then fell asleep, with the intention of shifting in my sleep repeating as i fell asleep.

as i mentioned, it was light outside, so i found it really difficult to sleep but, somehow, in the dredges of sleep that i did get, i kept jumping in and out of a string of *really* detailed and vivid dreams.

NOW THIS IS THE COOL PART (i logically cannot fathom how all this happened in 1-2 hours; the subconscious mind is insane)

in one of the dreams, i felt as though i was consciously awake. like i was in real life. i was lying on my bed in this dream, deciding to shift. i had a few short attempts but they werent 'working' so i told myself ill try one last time and 'it will work'. i was doing all the same things i do in real life, counting, affirming etc but this time, suddenly, i felt my body just ascending upwards and breaking through some kind of metaphysical boundary. i felt my surroundings change so fast, but it freaked me out so i snapped out of it so fast and i was back in bed again. i woke up, but somehow still in the dream, (though again, it felt so real) and then tried again but it didnt work. had i just pushed through that little bit, i just know i would've shifted and woken up somewhere else!! i wouldnt call this a lucid dream, as retrospectively, i didnt feel like i was fully in control, but it did feel like i was making decisions based on some sort of personal will.

the craziest thing was, i remember so vividly trying to fall asleep FOR AGES after my 7am alarm. again, with daylight already breaking through my blinds, i found getting back to bed SO difficult. i dont even remember falling asleep, let alone into such a deep sleep for all this to happen.

the only thing i remember is that i kept repeating 'i am in tigris snow's guest room, i am in tiggy's guest bedroom' (where i'm shifting to) over and over until i did go to sleep and just by doing that, i got so far!!

as someone who honestly doesnt like being out of control when shifting, ive always been an awake method girlie. i think this just comes with the fact that ive never fully trusted in the power of my subconscious and feel better doing it myself. but after this?? i hardly even used a method and i got so close to shifting and i still cant fathom what happened fully, just that it did and i was there.

overall, i rate this semi lucid experience a 1000/10 as it taught me the significance of so many basic shifting concepts i usually overlook, such as affirmations and 'sleep' methods, and just overall taught me to trust in my subconscious more.

so naturally, my future resolutions:

-trust in the power of affirmations

-try out more sleep methods

-learn more about lucid dreaming and whether what i experienced was one! if not, im sure im capable of getting into that state anyway so trying it out would be so cool too.

anyway, happy shifting friends

tish :)

[mylifereview93til]

8:29 am super gloomy. hiiii, omg i got a parking ticket! on Tuesday i prudently moved my car, but instead of a Mon spot I moved to a Wed. WHY! i realized on thursday. sigh. its only $70 at least, maybe a good lesson. i think i should set reminders on my phone at 715 & 730 am every Tue, Fri & Sun. tomorrow im going to american tire dept in the good to get my 2 front tires replaced....OMG i think im going alone im a little nervus. PLS give me strength to intimidate the employees so they dont mess with me lmao or try me. keep answers short. maintain eye contact. lets seeee do i have any plans after......no :| lol wow. thats fun though, leaves the day open for possibilities. i mean, i could do laundry, whole foods...meh ill see. omg im binge watching the dallas cowboy cheerleaders its so addicting because its fun watching dancing, its inspiring seeing strong women physically with their endurance and flexibility and emotional strength, and they're girly girls like me duh so what's not to love!!!! i wish there was an ice skating version of this lol. TLC please make an ice skating journey show. next winter olympics are february 2026. 17 months way. 17 months ago was march 29 2023 and i was BARELY recovering from covid. that was a horrible horrible difficult time because i also had to commute through heavy traffic 2-3 hours and work my dreadful-ish job. and struggling with whats going to happen with having a kid.....sigh. so 17 months from now where the heck will i be? a manager? with child? where will we live? i love the possibilities....it gives me hope. if i knew everything, would i like that?

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

i keep having anxiety attacks at around the same times of day and i dont know why? it's like, everyone currently in my life is finally fed up with me and will leave and have actually just been "polite" or ive been missing signs. even when people have been spending time trying to get me to hang out which i dont do because they're going to leave me or die anyways

usually around four am and 7-730 ish pm

my brains like "you must cut the out first cut them out. cut-" and yeah.

it's not like im a good person, i try to be but im a piece of shit all in all

i dont know what to do to be better. or if i even deserve to get better probably not it feels like i just shouldnt be here.

[wildlycuriouswanderercj]

2/22/2023

 today went to work at k1 and nike

today mornig early k1 at 9 am

had a party

umm hey seem like travelors but i didnt asked..

they were fun thouh..

worked with kendal

went smooth

work with deigo...

hes ehh kinda lazy and small

kendal was cool thou..

and had a race or 2 with adam

19.6 and 19.7

it was fun

never raced with adam

umm left and wen to home

slept until 644 ish

and got to work in 10 mins exact

lol i live exactly 10 mins away

was at work

saw tony

and meet clara

think she goes out with steven

dj is 21

opened up to dj about travels.

steven has a cool car

tennis gambler doesnt like jomar.. lol

and he admitted it

which is kinda dumb lol

i needa talk more

im kinda shy

ummm

not very fast in front of these people

its ok

im quitting k1 soon

just wan to work here

and do tend/qwick jobs

maybe i get a job at pieology after march 2

do like minium hours

just for fun

yeah sometihng to do

after i get off nike

nike from 1030-730 then peiology at 8 to closing

work like 2 hours...

each day

repeat

no.

dont thihnk ill do pieology.

nooo i will

i do 5 hr

idk..

[the---hermit]

House Of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

I finally finished this book. If you have read some of my daily posts you might know I've had this book on my currently reading shelf for almost two months, I put it on hold, I picked it back up, it was a whole journey. I will admit I have yet to form concrete opinions on this book, so it will be fun in a couple of months to reread this and see how my opinions have changed from right after finishing it.

It is not easy to explain what this book is. It's a quite experimental horror novel in which you follow many different storylines that intertwine in a very creative way. The book also plays a lot with the graphic in general, so it's really entrataining on that aspect as well. The base storyline is about Jonny who finds the manuscript written by an old man. He decides to read and organize all the writing of this man, and so we find ourselves reading the manuscript and Jonny annotations in which we follow his own story. The old man's manuscript is a sort of academic study regarding a mysterious docu-movie created by a famous photographer. The movie, and so the manuscript, follows the family of this famous photographer in their new house. After moving in this house they soon find out that the internal space does not match up with the exterior of the house, and things move on from there. I did my best to explain the very base of the novel, but believe me it's not easy. These two plotlines mix with much more, and create an insane novel. I have no words to describe it, I had never read anything like that. The format is very cool I have to admit it, and I have thing for paranormal houses, although I am not sure paranormal is the best word in this case. It is a harder read, but it's very fascinating. What I'm saying is that it's not an impossible book to read but you need motivation, because there's ups and downs. I've had reading sessions of this book in which I read over a hundred pages in one go, which is very much unlike me, and then there were parts of it in which I asked myself why I was reading it in the first place. It was an emotional rollacoaster in that sense. Overall I enjoyed it, but we had a troubled relationship me and this book. I've heard a lot of people claiming this was one of the scariest books they had ever read. I was never afraid of it, I loved the idea of playing with spatial horror, but I never felt distressed. I think I managed to keep a very outside point of view for the whole read, maybe if you empatize more with the characters it will scare you, I don't know. I am also realizing that a lot of books people say they were very scared by haven't done much to me, but fear is so personal it makes sense. In general i think it was really interesting to see how one of the base focuses of the book was trauma, it's a constant theme in the whole novel. It's also very cool to see how the format of the pages you are reading slowly start to match what is happening in the story, and in some way the house itself. As you can see my opinions of the book are all over the place, I would recommend giving it a try if you are intrigued by the idea, because it's really interesting. If you are not that motivated in the first place maybe it's not the best choice. As I said I was hyped but my motivation had ups and downs, and since it's a long read it's better to be really into it when starting. It's quite slow paced, but after you get into the story it flows quite well. I would love to hear the opinion of people who have read this, because I know it's such a polarizing book. I will admit I do have a feeling I'll be thinking about this book and the house for a long while.

I read this book of the studyblr w/knives summer reading challenge 2.0 for the prompt 400+ pages book. This book is 730-ish pages long so I did challenge my big book fear. I should also mention that an update on the reading challenges I have been doing will come by the end of the month.

[dulceskull]

sketches for some commissions!

[queenofrunonsentences]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8- it’s montage time yall…ish 

The one where Charlie gets invited to a hellfire club meeting

 Hanging with the gang at lovers lake.

                             The next Friday

                           It is may at this point 

The weeks between them and graduation go by slowly, which was great for soaking up every second with his girlfriend,  but much to Eddie’s disdain their weekends are packed with group activities with their friends.  They were cramming in as much time together as possible before they walked across that stage and all went in different directions. This weekend it was swimming and camping at lovers lake, which was something so normal Eddie never really expected to be able to partake in. If he was honest, He would have preferred it to be just the two of them. 

The only thing out of their ordinary routine was that Eddie had invited Charlie to watch the hellfire club's second to last campaign that day.  He was actually doing better in his classes, achieving his first B on a paper Charlie had edited for him. The prompt was what are you passionate about and he chose dungeons and dragons , knowing that writing about how much he loved fucking his girlfriend wasn’t appropriate essay content. 

She was so proud of him when he had shown her his grade, that she had offered him a blowjob ,Partially because she wanted to reward him for his hard work and just to see how bright red his cheeks would turn. He stammered, his whole face felt hot and he swallowed deeply. “ are - are you serious? Right now? Oh fuck me, we don’t have time. “ he groaned as he checked the watch on his wrist “I have to go get ready for Hellfire.”

She chuckled and patted his cheek. “ Make it through your campaign , take me home and maybe you can find out how serious I am”   He groaned and nodded. “Have fun at work without me.” he grumbled, slouching slightly to press a firm kiss to her lips before parting reluctantly. 

She watches him go before heading to the parking lot to meet up with Laila.  “Thanks again for taking me to work.” She joked to her best friend as she climbed into her car. “You're welcome, it's totally out of the way, youre lucky youre my best friend.” she joked back as they pulled out into the road towards the shopping center they both worked in. 

As they parked Charlie gave her best friend a look she knew well. “ What do you want?” Laila demanded with a wry smile. “ I was just wondering if you could maybe give me and Jeanie a ride to hellfire after our shift?” She asked, clasping her hands in front of her and doing her best to look pitiful. “ We could walk, but it’ll be dark and did I mention Steve would be there?” Charlie added the last bit on as if it were an afterthought and not her entire plan to convince her friend.  Laila tried but failed to hide the way her breath caught at the mention of her coworker.  

 Charlie leaned her head on her friend's shoulder, glancing up at her with puppy dog eyes “ pretty please with sugar on top. Robin said she would lock up for you if you agreed.”  Laila gasped in shock “ you got robin in on this? Who else are you conspiring with?” She demanded, shooting her friend a look and shoving her annoying redheaded friend upright. 

“ Just Eddie, and Robin, and dad, ��.and maybe Dustin.” She confessed sheepishly. “ HENDERSON!?” Laila shouted, and Charlie held up her hands defensively “we all agree that you would be cute together. “ she offered with a shrug. 

“ you are the worst, and I hate you …but I won’t send that gorgeous dog to her death walking by the road in the dark. “ Laila reluctantly agreed and they planned to meet back in the parking lot at 730 they could go pick up Jean from Eddie’s trailer and head back to the school.

back at the school-

Charlie and Laila rolled up the school at 745 right alongside Steve and his car full of kids. The redhead jumped from the car as it rolled to a stop and led Jean out to find her dad. She spotted him easily, he was sitting at the side door of his van, scribbling a few last minute notes in his binder. When she approached him he chucked it into the van and shot up to hug her. Jean had other plans and threw herself between them to jump on Eddie , demanding his full attention. Eddie grinned and reached down to take her leash from Charlie and hug Jean and press a kiss to her big head “ hi sweet girl” he laughed as she licked his face. He moved to stand, holding jeans leash in one hand as he wrapped Charlie in his arms. “ How was work?” He mumbled against her shoulder, only pulling back because Jean was pulling towards Laila who had found her way to them. 

“ Thanks for bringing me my precious cargo” Eddie joked ruffling Charlie’s hair “ it was no problem, Charlie is annoying but the pup is worth it “ she teased with a good natured smile. Laila crouched to offer Jean her full attention, smiling when the dog offered her kisses. 

“ How's the nannying gig going there big boy”Eddie teased as Steve turned off his car and climbed out to sit on the hood. As Dustin caught sight of Jean, he let out a bright excited screech of a laugh and shot out of the car and to their side.

“ Jeanie, how is the sweetest girl in the world doing today?” He asked her in a soft voice as he fell at the dog's feet, petting her face gently.  “ Nobody's going to make fun of that?” Steve called incredulously from his perch on the hood of his car. He watched as the rest of the kids spilled out from the backseat to the lawn of the school to love on Jean who was just soaking it all in and wagging her tail happily.  

Laila stood so she could lean up against the side of Eddie’s van, watching quietly as the group welcomed the dog with open arms literally. “ Aw have a heart Harrington,  she’s their mascot!” Charlie shot back as she held Jean's leash loosely, watching as the dog moved from kid to kid, kissing their faces and leaning into their touch, nearly knocking them over onto the grass.  Laila and Charlie laughed and went over to help the kids up. 

Steve glanced up in shock when he heard that familiar laugh, watching as she joined the group of ‘his kids’ on the lawn. He couldn’t hear what was being said but he saw her face light up as she laughed at something Dustin said. His heart started to race as his mind went into overdrive, imagining her traveling the country with him, their kids on her hip. He could picture her climbing into their camper, hair wind blown as she handed him one kid after the other to buckle into their car seats.

 A particularly loud screech from Dustin at a slobbery kiss he was receiving jerked Steve from his daydream and he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts.“ Jesus, kids you sound like you’re getting murdered!“ Steve grumbled seemingly still a bit shaken by the path his thoughts were taking.

“We want a new nanny” Lucas joked as Jean tickled his face with kisses before bounding to Eleven/ Jane. “I vote for Jean , Charlie and Laila !” Dustin shouted enthusiastically. “ Yeah? Well, who needs ya. Get her to drive you around town then. See if I care” Steve joked back “replaced by a dog“ he muttered under his breath,though he was not going anywhere. 

Will hung back hesitantly “she’s friendly” Charlie reassured him quietly “ oh I love dogs” he said with a small smile “ i just don’t want her to get overwhelmed. I know I would be.“ and Charlie ruffled his hair “ you’re a thoughtful kid. I get overwhelmed sometimes too.” She confessed offhandedly. His eyes widened as he looked up at her doubtfully.” Yeah right “ he muttered “ Oh totally, the punk exterior is just to hide how much of a softie I am“ Will smiled at her admission as he moved to join his friends and offered Jean his hand to sniff before petting her happily. Mike glanced up at his friend and smiled before giving Jean an affectionate kiss on the head. 

Eddie chuckled , enjoying how well his group embraced  new members, even four legged ones. after a moment clapped his hands to gain their attention“ who is ready for the penultimate battle, we’re nearing the end my friends, Are you ready for the fight of your lives?“ he gained volume as he spoke, The rest of the group had filtered in while he was speaking, joining the cheers. He was nearly yelling by the end of his rallying speech, gaining shouts of excitement from his group of loyal followers.

“ Let’s do this!” Eddie exclaimed before leading them into the theater room where their ornate table and his throne sat on the stage.  Charlie followed behind with Jean , admiring her boyfriend's leadership and creativity. “ Have fun in there with the geeks, good luck with my gig. '' Harrington called from the hood of his car and he leaned through the window to turn on the radio , clearly intending to wait for their meeting to be over to continue to play his role of chauffeur and babysitter. Laila hung back, kicking at a rock with her scuffed vans. ``So what brings you to the nerd kingdom headquarters?” Steve asked curiously, when he finally found his voice, patting the hood gently, offering her a seat. “ same as you, chauffeur duties.”she replied with a soft smile, moving to sit next to him on the hood. 

—- the hellfire club meeting——-

Charlie rolled her eyes and led Jean into the theater room, it looked so different from what she was used to, the lights in the house were out but she could see everyone gathered on the stage. She moved to sit down in the auditorium seats and entertain Jeanie but Eddie called her name , waving a hand with a flourish. “C’mon up here, you can sit in my lap if you want “ he patted his thigh with a laugh, which earned groans from the club members and she laughed. 

She knew he would gladly let her perch on his lap the whole night, teasing her with feather light touched when nobody could see, but decided against torturing everyone. She pulled up an oversized bean bag so she could sit beside his throne. He huffed dramatically pretending to be disappointed before smiling at her and opening his blinders to ensure the players could sneak a glance at his plans in his notebook. He glanced at her once more before leaning down, offering Charlie a playful wink as he reached to ruffle her hair and squeeze her shoulder, a silent thank you for being there, and supporting his passions. 

She smiled, content to watch him in his element. Jean curled up the beanbag next to her, resting her head on her lap so the redhead let her fingertips run over the dog's head and shoulders, smiling when she started to drool a little on her leg. 

Charlie was enraptured, eyes jumping from each club member as they desperately tried to defeat the new monsters and plot twists Eddie threw at them. He was truly ruthless in his campaign planning, and hadn’t missed a detail. He manipulated his players' weaknesses, and they fell one by one, until only 3 were left with any hit points, their best players, Jeff, Dustin and Will. Eddie laughed mercilessly at their pleas and gestured to the dice. “ Only they can decide your fate. It’s out of my hands. Would you like a timeout?”He smiled wickedly as they nodded and retreated to huddle up and try to plan what to do next.

Eddie glanced down at Charlie and Jean, smiling softly at the sleeping dog and good gorgeous woman at his feet. “ having fun?” He asked  softly, his ring covered fingers resting under her chin as he leaned down to kiss her softly.  She nodded eagerly and moved to rest her forearms on his thighs, leaning her head on her folded arms. “This is all so cool, and you’ve all worked so hard” He smiled broadly, glad she was enjoying herself. He chuckled as Jean grunted in her sleep, and readjusted to be closer to charlie. 

He let his hand fall to rest on the back of her head gently, fingers toying with the wild curls at the base of her neck.  He checked the time on the watch on his wrist and motioned for the hellfire club to join him back at the table. “ Only 20 minutes left in this session my friends, it’s time to make a decision. Do you fight or flee?”  

 They chose to retreat knowing if successful they could revive their teammates at the inn nearby and come back ready to take down Eddie’s monster when they reconvened, but if they took it on with less than half their party they would surely fall. They used their last roll to see who they could heal and revive first. As they began to filter out to the parking lot, Charlie stood and stretched. Eddie appraised her through his lashes, holding back what he wanted to say due to their company and instead he uttered a soft “daaamn” under his breath. 

She was the closest to him and likely the only one who heard so she batted her lashes and looked up at him, offering him a knowing smile before tightening the flannel around her waist and reaching over to gently wake the sleeping dog still cozily wrapped in the beanbag chair. “ rise and shine Jeanie it’s time to go home. “ she spoke sweetly to the dog as she woke slowly, her tail tapping dully against the soft chair. Eddie felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as he watched her.

Jean stood, stretched and yawned which made Charlie smile gleefully. “ What a big stretch, you had such a nice nap, didn't you mamas. Let’s take you home and get you some dinner.”  Eddie tucked his binder under one arm and swung the other over Charlie’s shoulders easily, so quickly the things had become habit. She leaned into his warmth and grabbed jeans’ leash and they followed the crowd outside, hitting the lights on their way out. 

————————-that Saturday——————

“ do we really have to go with them?” Eddie whined from the driver's seat. “ what if we just camped alone at skull rock instead?” His fingers danced over her thighs to try and tempt her. 

His van filled to the brim with camping gear, coolers of food and drinks, towels and chairs, and of course his loyal girls, Charlie and Jean.  All ready for a weekend at the beach , and he looked miserable.  He claimed to not have any swimsuits because he ‘wasn’t a swimmer’ but had marveled at her when she tried on her bikini for him that morning. 

It was turquoise with little white polka dots; he was obsessed with it, constantly fiddling with the strings under the band T-shirt she  was wearing as a cover up. His fingers found the strings of her bottoms at her hips and he tugged teasingly at them

Charlie rolled her eyes , before giving him her best pout. “ can’t you suffer through it, for me?” She begged, and he didn’t get how but her eyes looked like they got bigger. “ you look like a fuckin cartoon princess like that, Knock it off” he groaned as she just batted her lashes, rallying “Alright, fine We’ll go, I’ll probably survive it but you owe me one.”

 As they pulled up to the beach they spotted Robin, and Vickie sitting on the trunk of Steve’s car, waving eagerly to them. “ They are so cute,” Charlie mused, waving back with a smile. Laila was already on the sand soaking up the sun, having set up her own tent and chair. Eddie hummed in agreement , not really listening as he backed into the parking spot next to them expertly, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he focused. 

Charlie had to try not to drool. He glanced over at her as he put it in park and killed the engine, reaching over to grasp her chin and pull her in for a bruising kiss before mumbling against her lips “ you are lucky you’re cute and I like you so much ”  before slipping out of the van so open up her door and the side door so the girls and Steve could help unload. 

But Steve was nowhere to be found, They managed to get set up just fine without him, and were starting the fire and settling into their chairs, joking about how he wouldn’t have been much help anyway when he finally waltzed up. 

Four tents were set up a few feet apart , a fire pit between them with two coolers sitting nearby full of food,  beers and sodas“ is Nancy coming?” Robin asked Steve pointedly as he sat down in the sand beside her. He shot her a glare before pretending to be unaffected.” I dunno Robin, it’s a public beach, in a free country , so maybe!”  

Everyone turned to look at him, concerned with his little outburst. Eddie laughed and broke the silence “ Do you need a drink or a joint?” He held out one in each hand, Surprising everyone with how amicable he was. Steve shrugged and took the can of beer, popping tab and taking a gulp, muttering a quiet thanks.  Laila glanced at him nervously tugging at the label of her half finished beer before finishing it. 

Once they were settled the girls all decided they wanted to go for a swim, Charlie tried to invite Eddie but he insisted he wasn’t properly equipped with the right gear for that quest, Steve blaming his hair routine , and not wanting to ruin all his hard work.  She smiled and asked Eddie to help her apply sunscreen before running out to the water to join Robin and Vickie.   

Laila hung back, tugging on the hem of her shorts as she worked up the courage and said .”Hey, Steve, Do you want to talk?” she asked, grabbing two cold beers from the cooler. He shrugged and took the beer, walking with her to go sit on the hood of his car away from the group a little.

“What did you wanna talk about?” he asked snarkily. She balked and shrugged “I was going to ask if you were okay, you just seemed kinda anxious…Is it because of Nancy? If you want to talk about anything,I’m here.” she offered, trying to ignore her own feelings and be a good friend to him. If he still had feelings for Nancy she would let it go, and stop thinking about him all the time. He laughed humorlessly, pulling her from her thoughts. “I cant talk to YOU” he said incredulously. She furrowed her brows and slid off the hood of his car. “Fine, sit over here and brood, see if I care asshole.”  She stalked back to the beach, shedding her shorts and tee to go join her friends in the water. Leaving Steve watching her, his jaw clenched.

The girls shouted with excitement as she joined them, pulling her into the deeper water so they could all float and relax. They splashed around,  swimming and floating until they were exhausted and famished. They made their way back to their campsite to dry off and get dinner started, wrapping up in their towels and settling into their chairs by the fire. As they were pulling out burgers and other snacks Jonathan and Nancy pulled up to park beside Eddie’s van.  

The group who was already a few beers in by now let out a raucous cheer. “ you made it!” Robin exclaimed, jumping up to embrace Nancy, who looked a little puzzled but patted the talkative girls shoulder gently. “Good to see you too “ she said politely before frowning slightly” our brothers stole the family tents so they could all camp out behind hops cabin, so we can’t stay the night but we can  have a few drinks” 

Charlie smiled up from her seat and reached back to the cooler to get them both beers, offering Nancy a soft smile, which the brunette returned eagerly. The two had been close once, working at the paper together and running with the same crowd back when Charlie had briefly dated a friend of Steve’s.

“Y’know we could totally crash in the van if you two wanted to stay and borrow our tent.” She offered, pointing to the pile of pillows and blankets she had yet to unpack. Nancy raised her brows at Jonathan curiously, who only shrugged. “Sure that sounds great, thanks so much Charls” Nancy replied as she nursed her beer. The redhead shrugged, brushing it off “ it’s no problem, I’m glad you guys made it.” She told them honestly before turning to watch as Jean played in the sand before taking off full tilt towards the water.  

Eddie jumped up to go after her and kicked his shoes and socks off, struggling to get out of his jeans and shirt before running in the water after her.   Charlie heard their friends chuckling about his gracelessness but she was just staring at tattoos and smiling dopily. 

She stood with a towel wrapped around her shoulders as she watched how he half played- half chased Jean towards the shoreline.   They were both soaked, Jean looking much more pleased with herself as she panted and flopped onto a towel. Eddie looked calculated as he approached  her, nearly half of his hair was dripping wet and sticking to his neck and chest so he shook himself off, spraying Charlie and sending a few cold droplets over the group. 

The group shrieked and shouted, trying to shield themselves with their towels quickly enough to avoid it. Charlie just laughed and moved to embrace him, wrapping her extra large towel around the both of them and cuddling into his damp chest. “You guys are so sweet It’s giving me a toothache“ Robin teased, actually really loving seeing her friend so happy. 

Eddie ignored her and moved them so he could sit in his chair, pulling Charlie into his lap, winding his arms around her waist.  “Is everybody ready to share their final grades?” Charlie asked, pulling out the envelope holding her final report card from her messenger bag beside them. Eddie reached down to pull a rumpled but unopened envelope from the back pocket of his discarded jeans.  Robin followed suit and Vickie fished her out of her purse in the sand.  Laila retrieved hers next, avoiding looking at Steve pointedly who was staring at his beer label like it contained the secrets of the universe. Jonathan and Nancy both pulled their envelopes out slowly, like they were happier avoiding the conversation entirely.

They ripped open the envelopes on the count of three, and mixed shouts of excitement filled the nearly empty beach.  “ Hell yeah,  all passing, '' Robin announced, holding her report card up in the air, Nancy did the same with a proud smile , then Vickie, Laila, Jonathan , and  then Charlie all in quick succession.

Eddie waited patiently, wanting to amp everyone up before jutting his fist in the air triumphantly “fuckin nailed it, all passing” He lept out of the chair pulling Charlie with him and swinging her around in the beach In a bear hug, laughing happily. His smile was the biggest she had ever seen.  She linked her arms around his neck and embraced him back, whispering into his skin“ I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it!”

 They settled back in with the group and they clinked their beers together, happy to be able cheers to something normal for once. The teens were grateful for graduation and some normalcy, hoping the end of the world wouldn't follow them to college.  

As their collection of empty bottles grew, so did their confidence talking about the upside down and the monsters it held. Eddie had sheepishly informed everyone he had confided in Charlie,  and though they had groaned and jokingly called him a snitch, they were actually grateful to not have to pretend everything was okay anymore. They dropped the act and were soon joking and complaining about demodogs and bats, and how resilient and aggressive they were.

[nebulousmistress]

Taqgged by @bengesko

NAME: [redacted]

Come on, gimme your name: Neb

Your real name:

FINE

NICKNAMES: Mistress (by my pet), all 27 variations of my legit name in 8 languages (by everyone I know IRL)

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That explains things: Hey, shut up.

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LAST THING I GOOGLED: garden claw gloves

NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH: one sheet and one thin blanket. Any more and I get too hot and have weird dreams.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S): Vlad Masters/Plasmius, Dr. Rodney McKay, General Armitage Hux, Spock, Kirk, Bones, just the entire crew of TOS Star Trek, Captain Cardinal, Captain Kathryn Janeway, Adivion Adrissant

FAVORITE BANDS/SINGERS: Mono Inc, The Birthday Massacre, Cryo Chamber, VNV Nation, Assemblage 23, Seether, Five Finger Death Punch, Ghost, Lord of the Lost, Three Days Grace

DREAM JOB: Not interested. Here’s why. A job is what I do every single day to make money so I can afford to do the stuff I actually want to do, which I cannot do every single day or I come to not want to do it. So my ‘dream job’ is a job that will pay for my life without grinding me to dust so I can do Other Fun Things.

WHAT I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW: Black jeans, dark tank top. Giant fuckoff headphones.

WHEN DID I CREATE MY BLOG: 2012

CURRENT AMOUNT OF FOLLOWERS: 205

WHAT DO I POST ABOUT: Stuff. Work and life and selves and miniatures and fanfiction and just so much fanfiction adjacent stuff. Anything to separate myself from the job I have to do and the person I have to be.

DO I HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS: @askthenightmonster an RP blog for Charlie the Night Monster from Don’t Starve that hasn’t updated since 2016 @veli-spawn-of-lissala another RP blog that hasn’t updated since 2014 @level12roguechemist my SFW blog in case anyone asks what kind of online presence I have since I’m not on twitter as myself, I’m not on facebook, and my linkedin hasn’t updated since 2015

WHEN DID YOUR BLOG HIT ITS PEAK: Right before tumblr’s last purge of bot blogs I broke 250 followers for the first and only time

WHO IS YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWER: @puppetmaster55 by far. also @holywritingpromptsbatbruh​ and @emperorsvornskr​ and @bengesko​ and @spirits-of-kin​

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO GET A TUMBLR: the Through Danny Phantom rewatch, it was easier to keep track of everyone that way

DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS: ‘Daily’? Lol, I barely get asks on an annual basis

WHY DID YOU CHOSE YOUR URL: I once introduced myself at a Munch as “And I’m [my pet’s] nebulous mistress” as it was my first time meeting the group. The term felt right.

TAG YOU’RE IT: idk go for it

[just-another-wasteland-merc]

It's early. Im usually up around now (730-8 ish), but now I have a house finch who now likes to perch on the balcony outside my sliding door and sing. And boy does he SING.

I think my next trip to the store will be for feeders so I can keep them around. I don't really like the natural alarm clock, but hey, if it keeps the birbs happy and fed, who am I to argue?

[sickiebabytae]

Morning Problems

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Jin (+ kinda the rest of bts??? ish?)

Word count: 730

T/W: mentions of emeto

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Jungkook rests his head back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest as he fights back tears. He's currently curled up in the bathroom - a result of the absolutely miserable morning the boy has had. First, he woke up to wracking chills and an awfully aching stomach, then he threw up for what felt like days, and now he's here. 

The poor maknae's breath catches with another cramp and he finally lets a sob rip from his already grated and raw throat. Tears spill down his cheeks, mixing with the cakey sweat and hair stuck to his skin. 

Jungkook honestly just wants to be held and rocked to sleep. Taken care of. But it doesn't feel right to ask of any of the members that, what with their incredibly busy schedules.

He continues to cry for a while on his own, sniffling and coughing and sobbing. His stomach eventually decides that these actions are too much and it rebels again, forcing him back over the toilet with a violent, loud retch.

Seokjin finally startles awake at the foreign sounds, upright in an instant and brows furrowed. He checks the time and hums worriedly. 5 am… who would be awake at this time?

Deciding to save the questions for later, Seokjin gets up to go investigate. Following the sounds to the bathroom, the eldest recognizes what's going on - somebody is throwing up. 

Frowning, Seokjin hurries his pace, throwing open the door and gasping. "Shit, Gguk," he breathes out. He crouches behind the maknae, laying a hand over Jungkook's broad and sweaty back. Seokjin winces at the heat. "Aigoo, you're burning up…" Reaching his free hand up, Seokjin cards it through the younger's long, damp hair. 

Jungkook sobs again, choking back more retches. "Hyungie… don' feel good…" The boy slurs.

"I know, I can tell." Seokjin murmurs. "Are you done, Gguk? Or do you have more?"

At that question, Jungkook only begins to cry harder. It shocks Seokjin, but the older is quick to pull Jungkook close with a soft coo. "Hey, hey, you're okay… I've got you, bun. Tell hyung what's wrong, hm?" 

"I-I… I've jus' been th'owin' up so much… 'n I'm sick of it…" Jungkook chokes out. "Been awake for hours…"

Seokjin frowns. "Bunny… why didn't you tell anyone? You should've woken one of us up to take care of you." He scolds gently, tracing circles on the maknae's chest with his palm. 

"Didn' wan' bother you…" Jungkook begins to trail off, eyes fluttering shut. The poor boy is utterly exhausted from both his bug and the ridiculously awful morning he's had. 

Seokjin lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. Noticing the younger beginning to fall asleep, a smile tugs at the corners of Seokjin's lips. He raises his hand from Jungkook's chest and begins to run his fingers through the boy's long hair that was slick with sweat. "I've said it before and I'll say it again," the older begins, "you'll never bother or burden us when you aren't doing well, Kookoo. Either physically or mentally. Me and the rest of your hyungs are here to help and support you no matter what."

Jungkook manages a weak nod. "P-Promise…?"

"I promise, Gguk. Now come on, let's get you to bed, hm? Hyung will stay with you and be right there when you wake up." Seokjin assures, somehow able to scoop the boy up into his arms with a grunt of exertion. Hurrying to Jungkook's bedroom, the older lays the maknae down and gets in with him, tucking Jungkook in, being cautious and careful and meticulous. He wants his baby to be as comfortable as he can get.

Jungkook lets out a quiet, content hum. He fists the fabric of Seokjin's shirt and buries his head into the older's chest. "Love you, hyun'..." He slurs, right before drifting off.

The words take Seokjin by surprise, a shocked but happy smile spreading across his face. He pecks the maknae's forehead. "I love you too, sprout." He whispers. 

And sure, the rest of the day goes by in a similar fashion to the events of that morning, but Jungkook finds that he doesn't mind. His hyungs are all there to help him through it and take care of him, make sure he's comfortable and always asking if things hurt. 

The maknae couldn't ask for a better family. 

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A/N: so... after ten million years I've finally gotten a fic out! ahhh! I'm so, so sorry it has taken me so long, and I'm not gonna bother you with any excuses. just know I'm so incredibly sorry :(

anyways, this very short, probably very bad drabble is dedicated to @vantaestummy who made a post about wanting a long haired koo fic. again, so sorry to them for taking so long on this! school has been hectic 😅😅

I hope you all are doing well during these stressful times, but we'll get through them in the end as long as everyone remembers to stay safe, wash your hands regularly, and stay home!

that's all for this long a/n haha, goodbye!

[ginnyweasely]

tagged by @idioticfools thank u bb<3

Gender: female

Sign: taurus

Height: 5′3

Favorite animal: dogs 🥺 

Avg sleep: 9-11 hours 

Current time: 11.04 am

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Joined tumblr:2014 ish? i used to just reblog stuff until like 2019 I started writing + gifmaking but i only got a little good at it now!!

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I am tagging: @slytherinsunrise @fuckingdraco ​ @calaryssia @stateofgraceacoustic @malfoys-demigod

[spiderman-homecomeme]

Situation 23, sentence 6. Congrats on the followers you flawless angel-- you deserve them more than anyone I know

bless all of u omg 💖 @spideychellefics @seek-rest @you-guys--are-losers and anon, thank you so much!! I went ahead and combined all of these, and tried to work in the situations! I thought they all fit pretty well together! And once again, I can’t write anything under 500 words, so here’s about 730-ish words of some moody fluff

Hope you enjoy!!!

also, I guess beware of Good Omens spoilers???

Situation(s): 8 - After working for six hours straight, 13 - Someone does something stupid, and 23 - miserable/in a bad mood

Sentence: 6 - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s up for debate.”

.

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“Are you still mad at me?”

It’s a dumb question, and Peter knows this as soon as it leaves his mouth. MJ’s eyes flash up to meet his as she aggressively turns the next page of her book, fixing him with a pointed glare. She says nothing else as she looks back down. 

So, that would be a yes.

Okay, maybe it was a bad idea, but he couldn’t help it. She was at work all day, and he was bored. What was he supposed to do? Just sit there?

Yes. Yes, according to his girlfriend that is exactly what he should have done instead of watching the last episode of Good Omens without her. 

She’d just come in from a particularly grueling six hour shift waiting tables at a pretty upscale restaurant where some asshat only tipped a measly two dollars on a hundred dollar tab. She knew she wasn’t the most bubbly person in the world and she can come off as rather aloof when she doesn’t mean to be, but a two-percent tip?? She didn’t think anyone deserved that.

In fact, most customers seemed to not realize what twenty percent actually was.

At this point, she’d be paying those damn unsubsidized loans until she’s eighty.

She tells him all of this, her feet propped up on his lap as they lounge on the couch, Peter listening intently as he pulls up his Amazon prime account on the TV. He doesn’t know how he gets away with it at first, and he thinks he does a pretty good job of pretending to be seeing everything for the first time as she is, making sure to gasp at the right times, laugh at all the good jokes he’d heard just hours before. 

But perhaps his downfall was when he was actually dumb enough to reference the whole Aziraphale-Crowley switcheroo moments before it’s revealed.

And so, here they were, MJ sat poised in the oversized recliner, nose buried in the pages of a book, blatantly ignore her boyfriend and any of his attempts to connect with her. 

Peter watches her from his spot on the couch, pouting. He tries clearing his throat, nothing. His dejected, melodramatic sigh falls on deaf ears. In his final, valiant attempt to gain MJ’s attention, he moves to kneel next to her, his chin resting on his hands as he leans on the arm rest. 

He gives her a playful poke.

“Hey Mrs. Grumpy Gills—” 

“—You finish that sentence and I’m breaking up with you.”

Peter’s mouth snaps shut, and he looks up at her with wide, puppy-dog eyes. 

The faintest, tiniest twitch of a smirk can be seen on her lips, but then again, he might be seeing things. 

He waits, thinking that maybe he’s finally cracked her, but is only met with more silence. He groans in exasperation. “I swear, I thought you said you read the book! I didn’t know!”

“I said I wanted to read it.”

“MJ, I’m sooooooorry.”

“Are you?” She asks pointedly, quirking a brow, eyes not moving from the page she’s on.

“Yes!” His voice goes up a few octaves in his desperation. “I am so sorry!”

He doesn’t know if MJ’s accepted the apology or not, but she seems to have taken pity on his groveling, and he even sees that hint of a smile come back. “Okay, fine. Whatever.”

“You’re not mad anymore?” He asks eagerly.

Her impassive expression doesn’t change. “Oh, no I’m still mad.”

“Oh…” He sits back on his heels, before perking up. “But you’re not breaking up with me?”

She can’t help but let out a laugh. “No, loser.”

“Good.” He smiles, tilting his head at her, eyes sparkling. “Still love me?”

It’s then that her eyes still, and she sighs. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you?” She pauses, cocking her head to the side, lips pursed in deep contemplation. After a moment, she finally looks down at him. “That’s still up for debate.”

Peter leans up, planting a chaste kiss against her lips. “I’ll take it.” 

She smiles at him as they both pull away, and she places a tender hand against his cheek. “But call me ‘Mrs. Grumpy Gills’ again, and we’re gonna have a problem.”