#Giving love a shot part 59

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Trailer park Steve AU part 59

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cw: canon-typical horror/gore (like for real this time), emetophobia, reference to minor character death. ty to @thisapplepielife for indulging my weirdly specific research about headstones

Steve tries to follow her — gets shot down before he even gets within speaking range, Max shouting at him to give her a minute the second she spots him coming over the hill. He backs off, hands raised in surrender, and then…

Well, then he’s already out of the car.

Well then his feet know where to take him.

His dad’s grave isn’t far. Maybe a football field away, close enough that he’ll be able to hear it if Max calls for help. He moves toward it without thought, his legs carrying him past simple overgrown markers in the oldest part of the park — crumbling remnants of civil war soldiers, farmers and shopkeepers and factory workers, people who worked the mines, people who died before his grandfather was born. People who might have been loved once, before time and moss and water stripped their names off of the stones.

Up the next slope, the markers get more elaborate, shift from bronze to granite to marble, to monuments and mausoleums and a fucking obelisk; ostentatious displays of the town’s oldest money. The coal barons, the oil tycoons. Rotten bastards, Wayne might say.

The Harringtons aren't that rich. They're further down the hill in a neatly manicured row of Indiana limestone; fresh flowers on each grave, the weeds plucked, the grass trimmed.

Dad's buried right next to Grandpa Otis.

It almost looks nice.

Crisp, clean, dry. Nothing to suggest the messy wet red of his father's demise. Steve shoves his hands in his front pockets and steps up to his dad's plot, toes the edge of it, the rounded lump of earth, sparse grass and loose soil where his father's bones are laid. The ground gives a little under his weight, the dirt compacting. Could he dig this up with just his hands? Could he claw through until he reached the bottom, pry open the box and peer inside? Unbidden, the image forms in his mind: worm food and rot, half a man left inside, somehow still frowning in disappointment with his jaw bone shining clean.

Steve's stomach turns. A sick shiver runs through him, saliva flooding his mouth, sweat beading at his hair line.

This isn't right.

Something's not right.

There's a sudden chill in the air, frigid wind carrying a smell like roadkill in the summer — heat wafting from the pavement, death clogging up his throat. Steve covers his nose and wills his shoulders down from his ears; tries to mutter words of comfort to himself under his breath. “Just a graveyard, Steve. Just a totally… normal…”

Ice on the back of his neck. Steve tenses every muscle, turns his good ear toward the sound of whatever's creeping up on him; something taller than him, something slithering and wet, its rasping rattles of frozen breath sending goosebumps down Steve's arms. His hands twitch inside his pockets.

Then, a voice — a voice that isn’t his, that can’t be anyone’s, because the man it belonged to is dead. “That Munson boy was right about you."

Steve can't fucking breathe. Dark clouds roll in around him, violent as a blooming bruise, and that voice behind him echoes — distorted, vicious; hungry.

"You are a black hole."

Steve grabs two fistfuls of his own hair and tugs; wills the pain to dispel the nightmare, his eyes swimming from the sting.

The thing behind him laughs. "Look how you ruined your mother," it snarls. "Look how you tore her apart.”

"Shut up!" Steve barks with his hands over his ears.

“Steve…” The voice deepens, beckons, thick with malice and rot. Steve slowly turns to face it, trembling all over, pulse thudding in his ears, and his shoes squelch in the dirt, and when he looks down he sees that the dirt has turned to mud that now turns to oozing red, a viscous river beneath his feet, flowing up over his ankles, pouring from his father's grave. And there, in front of him, a mangled remnant stands. The ruined corpse of Richard Harrington, his skin shriveled and gray, the torn parts of him held together by his clothes. There’s a hole in his torso where the exposed ribs glint like knives.

Steve throws up on himself.

The ground gives way beneath him, goes spongy like rotting meat, and the thing wearing his dad's face cackles as Steve sinks into the earth, the grave swallowing him whole, up to his calves, his knees, his thighs. "Join me," it offers, lipless smile full of teeth.

The glamor peels back to reveal a monster underneath, its scarred skin crawling in mucus-coated vines; naked, long-limbed, stitched together with burnt flesh.

Steve screams as he scrambles for purchase, up to his hips now in the muck, his feet on the lid of his dad's casket. He claws blindly at the loose ground but it’s all thick and wet with red, and the air itself is red; blood in the sky, in his eyes, in his lungs. He's going to die here. The voice tells him so. It's in his head now, a bellowing echo as the monster draws near, one hideous hand outstretched, an all-consuming join me, join me, JOIN ME—

“HEY!!!”

Max shouts directly in his face, shaking him hard by both shoulders where they're crouched on the cool ground, Kate Bush leaking from the headphones slung around her neck. Steve gives a startled shout and jerks back out of her grip, falling hard on his ass, landing harder on his elbows.

The world shifts back to blue. To dry, clean grass. To breathable air.

Steve pants up at the sky. His shirt clings to him where he's soaked it through with sweat. When Max offers him a hand, he stands on shaky legs, looks at the ground beneath his feet and screams again, scurrying back until his ass hits a stranger's headstone.

There’s a dent in the earth where he was standing. A smudge of packed dirt where he really did sink in. Steve stares at it; feels it reaching out for him, the dark patch thudding like a heart beat, spreading out like snaking vines.

He clutches at his heaving chest. Max’s eyes are huge on him.

"Okay, what the fuck?" she begs.

"What the fuck yourself!"

No heat behind the words, but they burn him, anyway, pushed out on a weak gasp. Is this what she was talking about? Is this what she calls nothing?

This doesn't feel like fucking nothing.

“Shit," she says, and her eyes go even wider. Steve can see the veins in them. "Shit, Steve, your nose…”

He swipes his arm across his face.

It comes back red.

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part 60

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Chapter 2 | Scrawled Nothingness

pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader, implied Jake Lockley x Reader)

summary: Even after a year living with Steven and Jake in the headspace, Marc struggles to quiet the buzzing chatter. He finds himself frequenting Coffee for Two, a place where brewing roasts fill the air and the cookies are as sweet as the barista.

content: coffeeshops, fluff, flirting, angst (mentions of Marc's past)

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Marc shows up at Coffee for Two at 11:59 p.m. on the dot every Monday night.

Not a Monday morning when people showed up in slacks or pencil skirts for a shot of espresso. And certainly, not a Friday night when teenagers line up for a tooth-achingly sweet drink they found the recipe for online. 

Besides, he likes his coffee black.

The closing shift was clockwork at this point after helping your Nan for years — prop the chairs snug against the table, wipe the floors, and cheekily bag up a couple of pastries for the next day’s breakfast.

Your eyes flick over at the clock nearly striking midnight, as you lean the broom against the edge of the countertop. 

Marc should’ve been here by now, shoulders pulled back and head tilted down, ready to sweep the to-go cup and splash stick.

You remember that he typically parked a white limo… Maybe he chauffeured for a party, hence the break in the weekly conversation. If you could even call it that. It was more like an exchange of stolen glances and nods before parting again.

The logical part of you yearns to walk back to the apartment sooner than you planned and plop down face-first onto the couch. But a nagging twinge irked you to stay a little longer to see if he’d stroll in as usual.

 You could already imagine his face if he saw the sign flipped to close, his bottom lip jutted out into a pout, and a crease between his brows. 

You laugh to yourself at the image of Melodramatic Marc instead of Moody Marc then ultimately deciding to give in to the latter. Maybe you’d curse yourself out when you have to wake up in a couple of hours to prepare the croissants for the next day, but you wanted to take your chances right now.

Rounding the corner of the counters, you duck your head under the cabinets and look for the roast you wanted him to try and the materials you need for a pour-over. 

You place the paper filter onto the dripper then unfurl the bag of coffee beans and toss just the right amount into the grinder. The crushing hum and toasted smell of the grounds was a welcome change after a day of listening to grating ice and spurting whipped cream. With a kettle in hand and the setup complete, you gently trickle the water into circles, watching the grounds set in and coffee drip down the other end.  

You grab a white cup, soon covered with drawings of stars and sparkles, reminiscent of the few you could see from the window. The moon outshined them all, full and on display without a cloud in sight. 

You pour the coffee into the well-dressed it (scrawled with Marc’s name in the annoyingly very pink Sharpie) and notch the lid.

Checking the time again, you realize it’s well past midnight. 

Maybe it’s time to go home, but you didn’t have the heart to toss the drink away. You take a sip, the liquid barely touches your tongue before you hiss at the bitterness. 

How does Marc drink this?

No sugar, no milk.

You drizzle in a couple of pumps and squirts of your preferred add-ons, vowing to yourself to never take it purely the way he does. Drink and purse in one hand, you turn the sign to “closed” and twist the lock with the other. 

Hermano, just check if the place for your coffee fix is open. It won’t hurt, Jake rolls his eyes.

Marc mutters, “No, we don’t need another pitstop after the shit Khonshu just dragged us through.”

Maybe they’ll still have those biscuits I like to eat with the tea! Steven's heart flutters at the thought of eating a couple of the raspberry linzer heart cookies. 

He concedes. “Fine, but the moment I see the closed sign we’re going straight home. I didn’t ask to be in charge of snack runs, ya know?”

A unison of hurrahs echoes in his headspace, he can’t help but smile. In the whirlwind of events of carrying himself in a country that reminded him of crumbled relationships and even faultier progressions of moving on, the desire to find a place where he belonged was something he hated to admit. 

Marc was good at playing the part of blending in for missions. Tugging on a disarming smirk to draw out intel from loose-lipped drunkards at the bar came naturally. As easily as turning on the charm while bargaining at the market for the first edition books Steven claimed was what he’d been searching for his whole life (Oh my days, I need those for my collection!). Or, yet another pair of leather gloves for Jake (Those are fingerless and the straps look cool).

But stripped of bells and whistles created by answering to every whim of humans and gods alike, Marc was just… him.

Steven had his apartment filled with knickknacks and collectibles. 

Jake had his car housing his armaments and gadgets.

What did he have? 

Marc frowns at the thought as he leaps across the rooftops, the moonlight catching the arc of the cape. 

A cot in the storage unit and a fuck ton of baggage that couldn’t fit in his duffel bag.

But maybe Coffee for Two could be his. 

As he leaps down behind the shop, his ceremonial suit unravels, tucking in on itself to reveal his black shirt and jeans. Surely, it’d be closed by now, but he still wanted to check.

Marc turns the corner and sees a sign written in big, loopy letters.

closed let's have "coffee for two" tomorrow

He sighs. “Told ya, who in their right mind would’ve kept open for one customer.”

A gust of wind ruffles his hair, Khonshu’s presence stronger than usual.

“Alright I get it, you damn bird! I get that we have another mission–” 

A post-it flutters onto his shoe. He bends over and holds it under the streetlamp.

If you’re Marc, keep reading.  if you’re not Marc, why are you still reading this?

I think you can keep reading.

“Jake, shut up.”

I drank your black coffee.  Don’t know how you drink this.  It tastes like battery acid.

Steven laughs out the last two words. Think this sweet ol’ message made up for you looking so miffed, mate! She’s right about it though. I oughtta steep her a good cuppa.

“Hey, it keeps us awake! Your hot leaf juice makes our piss smell like flowers and does nothing else.”

Marc carefully tucks the paper into his jacket pocket. 

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A week after Marc’s absence, he walks in and you greet him with a tired smile as if there was no time lost in between.

“Black?”

He cocks his head up and grins. “Yes, miss.” 

That’s new, you note.

“Got any of those uh, berry cookie thingies?” He makes two “Cs” with his hands and connects them, forming a crudely shaped heart. 

Your eyebrow quirks up and the air is quiet with stillness before laughter bubbles up in your chest, pointing to what he was referring to. “Oh! The Linzer cookies!”

Marc flashes his teeth. “Mhm, a couple of those with the coffee.”

“I’m a little surprised you liked them. Did the sweetness grow on you?” 

“Not for me, actually.”

“Did you want a second drink to pair with it?” 

He replies cooly, “Nah, nothing like that. Just, for my brother.”

You give a noncommittal hum and turn your back to him, looking for a box to place the cookies in. 

Marc chuckles, the corner of his lips curling. “Woah, don’t come pouncing at me all at once.” 

“I just meant to mention that we have a promotion of buy two get the second drink half off for your partner.” You smile to yourself, the view obscured from him. “That’s why it’s called Coffee for Two after all.”

“Mm, right.”

Quietness blankets the pair as you assemble his orders. 

He couldn’t recall the last time his headspace wasn’t buzzing with chatter without gut-wrenching aid, a bandaid haphazardly stuck on. Drowning out the noise wasn’t necessarily the problem, it was finding a way to keep a constant peace of mind. At the very least, keep it at bay. The past year was saturated with blackouts and memory gaps, the swirling gold whiskey dipped him into a hazy state. It wasn’t his favorite way to keep the quiet, but it did the job.

Every twist of the cap dragged him back to what was soon to come.

Every whiff of the liquid reminded him how her hot breath, seething with disdain, warmed his cheek.

And the heat he felt after chugging it was reminiscent of how she would hit the other, turning his head to the side. 

The soft shifting of the pen on paper brought him back. 

“See? Told you I give good service.” You slide the decorated coffee cup and a box of cookies in front of him with a smile. 

Marc thumbs over his name, a little surprised you spelled it with a "c" instead of a "k", along with the twisting designs. “Nuh-uh. Think you forgot something again.”

“I worked hard on that masterpiece!” You frown, feigning annoyance. “You should be asking for my autograph.” 

“I should be asking for your number.”

You don’t reply for a beat. “Well, are you going to?”

He smirks, pausing to mimic your surprise before saying, “Can you write down your number?”

You nibble your bottom lip, failing to hide your giddiness. 

He reaches over to pluck the alarmingly pink Sharpie from the pot and hands it to you. “Think that godawful marker was made from toxic waste. Nothing in the natural world could create that color.”

You scrawl your number on it, careful not to spill the coffee. “Well that ‘godawful marker’ gave you an opportunity to claim that promo.”

“Can I use it now?”

“Not until you call me.” 

Marc chuckles and picks up his order. “Well, I’ll be sure to do that.”

“See you when I see you. Monday at midnight again?”

“Or sooner.” His eyes flit over to your hand, knuckles white from the grip on your apron.

“Uh, not sooner. I’m closing for the week. There’s a couple of things I need to sort out… for the shop.”

Marc nods, not bothering to push the matter further. “I have a funny feeling you waited for me to come before you closed.”

You smile, the tension eases from your body. 

–

Marc wakes up from the early sun rays filtering between the cracks of the curtain. He grumbles, Jake always forgets to pull it close before going to bed. He knew that if he stood up to fix it, his body would betray him and lose the cottony sleep he felt. With a groan, he flops over to his side, but before his eyes flutter close he catches an unfamiliar cup standing on his nightstand. 

He doesn’t remember buying it yesterday and god forbid anybody forces Steven to drink anything quote battery acid unquote.

He picks it up, he notices the drawings… and a set of numbers. 

So, it must be–

Marc flings the blanket off of him and stalks to the fish tank.

“Jake! I know you’re there!” 

Gus peers at him curiously and releases little bubbles.

“I’m gonna slash your tires if you don’t come out!” 

Jake stares back at him and raises his hands in surrender. Ay, you and I both know you wouldn’t do that. My driving gigs are one of the few ways we stay afloat these days.

Marc buries his fingers in his unruly curls. “It was mine!”

What was yours?

“Going to that place!”

I don’t get it–

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Marc bristles. “Couldn’t I just have this one thing without one of you weaseling your dick into my life?”

Hermano, look, I was just trying to help. We thought it was about time you make a friend... or something.

"And you didn't bother asking me first?"

“Oh and remind if I'm remembering this wrong, the last time you set up Steven was when you asked out his coworker to the steakhouse! He’s a vegetarian for god’s sake!”

Don’t get your panties in a twist.

Can we all just calm the “ef” out? Steven appears on the kettle’s reflection. Take a time-out or whatever you Americans say.

Marc fights the urge to raise his voice again in an attempt to dispel the ringing in his ears. If the pair tried to explain the situation, they’d be in for another scolding. 

He opens his mouth before they can. “We can’t do this right now.”

Don’t speak for all of us, pendejo. 

He fists the cup, it crumbles in on itself and tosses it into the bin.

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🎃Kinktober day 3- Wet Dreams🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

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warnings: SMUT, fluff?, overstimulation, whiny hook, riding, oral (m receiving), creampie (please use condoms), etc probs

a/n: hey so funny story, I queued this to post at 11:59 pm but didn’t know it was for tmr/today 😭 so sorry about that, I haven’t read over this completely so again, sorry if it’s shit, anyways ENJOY! I literally cannot look him in the eyes after writing this, so here’s a picture of him staring into your soul hehe

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Ripping you out of your slumber is one of the worst things someone could do to you. You loved sleep, and it didn’t matter when, how, or why, if someone woke you up, you’d quite literally throw a tantrum (some thought worse). You got cranky like a toddler if you haven’t had at least two naps in and every one of your friends knew that. Especially your boyfriend. So knowing that, James was silently panicking as he was torn with the decision if he should wake you up or not when he felt you grinding against him in your sleep while moaning. He knew you weren’t able to sleep a lot today because you didn’t have him around much at all, so now that you were finally able to sleep once you were back in his arms, he really didn’t want to have to wake you up. When he first got woken up it was when you snuggled your backside deeper into him which wasn’t new and he only pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. But not long after he fell back asleep, he woke up again to you letting out a moan while shifting around in your sleep. He thought nothing of it at first. Until he heard his name come out of your mouth in the same whiny tone he’s heard way too many times before. He quickly lifted his head in confusion as he peered down at you who was still fast asleep.

From the tiredness that clouded his mind, it took him a little bit to understand what was going on, but his eyes widened as he heard you once again, “Ah, fuck- please don’t s-stop-” you whispered out while breathing heavily, this time grinding against him while rubbing your thighs together. You were having a dream about..him. He didn’t know what to do, part of him wanted to wake you up, but the other part of him knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, but he knew he couldn’t let you grind on him any longer as it was turning him on also. Feeling himself grow harder at the way you rolled your ass against his crotch, only being in your underwear and one of his shirts that fit like a nightgown on your smaller figure. He slowly pulled away from you, peeling himself off your backside to give you guys more space in between. You instantly shot up out of your sleep with a loud gasp as you felt him pull away from you causing him to jump at the abruptness of your reaction. You quickly glanced around, heart racing as you were trying to become aware of your surroundings and quickly looked at James who was looking at you with the same alertness you had in your eyes.

“Sorry, I tried my best not to wake you, darling.” He explained, voice deeper and huskier than usual as it was mixed with drowsiness while carefully rubbing your shoulder. You blinked a few times before sitting up straighter and rubbed your eyes, “it’s uh, it’s okay.” You replied tiredly, still trying to come back to reality. He looked at you with surprise, raising his eyebrows slightly at your unusually calm response to being woken up. “What’re, what are you doing up?” You questioned causing him to pause. You looked over at him, waiting for an answer, “you woke me up..” He said finally. You tilted your head, “really? How..?” He cleared his throat while shifting uncomfortably, “uhm, you were talking in your sleep.” He said quietly. You thought about it, then remembered your dream, eyes widening in embarrassment. “Oh… what was I saying..?” You asked hesitantly while pushing your hair back away from your face. “Well, let’s just say that it was enough for me to have an idea of what you were dreaming about…” you giggled in embarrassment covering your face, “oh my god, I’m sorry” you apologized in between giggles. “It’s okay” he said nonchalantly as he shrugged, “sounded like a good dream” he teased making your face grow a darker shade of red.

“I guess it was, enough to make you hard when it wasn’t even your dream” You teased back while gesturing to his obvious hard on through the sheets. He rolled his eyes, “How could I not when you were desperately grinding on me like a bitch in heat?” Your eyes widened once again and you looked away, “no I wasn’t.” “Oh but you were.” You cleared your throat, “uh, well, sorry about that.” He only smiled and shrugged once again. “Do you… need help with, that-?” You asked while awkwardly gesturing to it again. Without waiting for a response, you crawled closer to him, “that would be nice…” he smiled while tucking your hair behind your ear before you leaned in for a soft intimate kiss, placing your lips gently on his, “anything for you.” You smiled as you trailed your hand down under the blankets and palmed him through his pyjama pants. He moaned into the kiss, your touch where he needed you most sending shivers down his spine. You pulled away and went lower to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over as your hand found its way into his pants, taking his leaking member out and gently grazed the tip with your thumb rubbing the pre cum over it. “You said you’d help, not tease.” He mumbled, his hand on your lower back as you continued to kiss his neck. "I am helping” you said innocently before squeezing him and slowly began pumping him earning a shaky breath from him.

You kissed down his shirtless torso and took the covers off, exposing his hard cock. The feeling of the cool air causing him to let out a light hiss. You looked up at him as he watched you intently, eyes full of lust and anticipation before you licked a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, and took the tip in your mouth as you pumped the rest of his length with your hand. He pulled the hair away from your face as you slowly took him deeper in your mouth while hollowing out your cheeks making him groan as you did so. You came up with a wet pop of your mouth for air before taking him in your mouth again. “fuck…” he cursed under his breath and threw his head back in ecstasy as you bobbed your head up and down, “taking me so- well” he moaned while making eye contact with you, pushing you down deeper with ease, “that’s it darling, just like that...” he praised as you swirled your tongue around him, making him buck his hips up with a louder moan and pushed you down deeper than before, harshly hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag, tears forming as he held you down by your head making you wetter than before. He loosened his grip and let you come up for air leaving a trail of saliva connected from your chin and his cock.

“Can I ride you?” You asked after wiping your chin with the back of your hand and still jerking him off in the other leaving him a panting mess. He nodded desperately and you immediately pulled your underwear off and straddled him, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips. You kissed him again, this time being more heated and needy. You pulled away and sat up, grabbing his cock and lining him up with you, gathering your juices and sank down onto him. You both let out shaky sighs, his grip on your hip tightening. Your back instinctively arched as you felt him stretch you out. You took almost no time to adjust and began lazily bouncing on him, the filthy noises of your ass connecting with his hips echoed throughout the room as he loosely guided you up and down his length. Your mouth falling open as you felt him twitch inside of you with each thrust and moan you both let out. “God you feel so fucking good.” You arched your back more feeling him hit your g spot and you reached down between your legs, playing with yourself to bring you closer to the edge as you knew he wasn’t going to last long. He gripped onto your hips tighter and began fucking up into you as he chased his high, your moans and whines growing louder as he did so. You felt him finish inside of you with a loud groan, cursing loudly as his cum filled you up as you continued to ride him chasing your own orgasm. His hips bucked and back arched off the bed at the overstimulation, his own moans turning to a whimper while he let out heavy breaths beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly, “oh- fuck” he sobbed out, hair messy from not being able to keep still, his voice hoarse. You picked up your pace, the sight of him falling apart below you finally pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, legs shaking and struggling to keep yourself up, a high pitched moan falling from your mouth as you rode out your high. You heard him let out another loud rougher moan, his eyes rolling back and you felt him twitch and fill you up once more, another orgasm forcing its way out of him causing you to moan out with him feeling more full than ever as you were both now sweaty whimpering messes.

You stilled your movements, putting all your weight on him due to your now weak legs. After you both caught your breaths he helped you lift off of him, cum and juices streaming down your legs. You reached over and grabbed tissue from the bedside table, cleaning him off then yourself. You threw the tissues into the trash beside the bed and you fell down onto the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“I never knew you could be so whiny..”

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[daydream-cement]

so i was thinking about new years and loved the idea of larissa and r being each others new years kiss.

like the two of them are in an urgent meeting discussing something that had gone down with some students before christmas break, them needing to get some reports done and filed. them sipping some champagne, just for festivities. the meeting going on so long they lost track of time, only a few minutes left before midnight, realizing this one of them takes the leap and asks the other to be their new years kiss, and linger on each other’s lips longer than they should

New Years Kiss

Larissa Weems x Reader

“I can’t believe their end of semester prank was to reshuffle the entire filing room…” You sit back against the wall and lean you head back, banging your head gently against the wall to make your frustration known. Scattered around you were the files of the hundreds of Nevermore students, all needed to be put back into place.

Larissa Weems sat next to you, resorting through her file of papers, obviously frustrated with the task at hand. Students had been sent home a week ago and today, December 31st, you informed your boss that the entire hardcopy filing system has been shuffled about. Now all of student and staff information was in the correct place. Both of you had to cancel New Years plans to sit in a small back room of Nevermore Academy until it was fixed.

You kept sorting. Every once in a while you would exchange sheets of paper. You were reorganizing students and she started with reorganizing staff.

Larissa checked her watch, “I’ll be right back.”

You watched her get up and leave, but you turn your head back down to the filing job at hand. You saw Larissa Weems as an incredibly beautiful woman, but you had never expected more than friendship from her. When she returned, she was carrying a small bottle of champagne and paper cups.

“It’s almost midnight. We have officially been here for 8 hours.” She handed you a paper cup, and opened the champagne over a small garbage can in case it overflowed, “I kept this little guy in my desk for emergencies.”

Truthfully, you had only been working a couple of those hours. When you were together, sometimes your conversations would veer off into philosophy, politics, or educational dilemmas.

“We should have started drinking when we started.” You stated, holding your cup still for her to fill yours and then her own. You held your cup up to her as she stood above you, “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” She tapped her cup against yours, throwing hers back like a shot. Larissa took a seat back down by you. For the next few minutes, you took turns refilling each others cups and drinking.

11:58

“No New Years kiss this year.” You lean into Larissa’s shoulder, enjoying the light tingle in your skull from the alcohol.

“Who said no New Years kiss? You can kiss me.” Larissa questioned and stated, making your eyes widen. You wouldn’t object to kissing her, this was just unexpected.

11:59

“Okay. I mean, yeah sure. I-“ You were a little nervous at your automatic response, you didn’t want to seem overzealous, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to kiss her.

Larissa glanced down at her phone, your eyes glanced down at the time, 11:59. Do you kiss now or-?

She leaned in first. You wondered how she was so fearless or were you just too fearful? You met her halfway, pressing your lips to hers.

You hadn’t been this close to her before. She smelled so nice. Larissa brought up a hand to your cheek. Her hands were soft too. You reached a hand out, grasping at the fabric of her jacket to keep her close.

Her mouth opened a little, you felt her tongue graze your bottom lip. You deepen the kiss a little more. It was when Larissa placed a hand on your leg that you both part slowly.

12:02

She glances down at her phone again. Its 12:02. Had your kiss really been that long? Larissa picks back up the champagne bottle, drinking some before handing the bottle to you, giving you what was left.

Larissa’s face was flush. She was embarrassed by how she behaved during your kiss. You saw the redness in her face as she pretended to busy herself with the paperwork once more.

“Thank you for that…” You say, trying not to embarrass her too much more. You turn back to your paperwork at hand.

Both of you sat much closer together now, your thighs touching. You wondered what your relationship would look like from here on out.

[specialinterestshows]

This post will be updated with every new section of fic that I write in this series. Warnings are at the beginning of each section:

Absolute Smokeshow (Rhea Ripley x lady!reader)

Summary: You meet the famous Rhea Ripley over a joint and she confides in you about her relationship issues. What starts as one night getting baked together turns into a series of stoner adventures as the two of you grow closer.

Part 1: “I Wanna Take You To A Gay Bar”

Part 2: “I Call Shotgun”

Part 3: “When The Bong Breaks”

Part 4: “The Judgement Gay”

Part 5: “Stoner? I Hardly Know ‘er!”

Part 6: “EXpectations”

Part 7: “Getting Two Birds Stoned At Once”

Part 8: “This Is My Bisexuality”

Part 9: “Gone With The Riptide”

Part 10: “Eat, Sleep, Breathe”

Part 11: “Carry On”

Part 12: “Eradic-Ate-Her”

Part 13: “Seeing Green”

Part 14: “Take Charge”

Part 15: “Toy With Me”

Part 16: “You Shouldn’t Have Come”

Part 17: “The Rhea Ripley Effect”

Part 18: “(Smoke) You Out?”

Part 19: “Feeling of (Be)longing”

Part 20: “Get Your Motor Running”

Part 21: “Food For Thought”

Part 22: “Lesson In Restraints”

Part 23: “Give Me The Strap (And Let Me Get Off, Please, Mami?)”

Part 24: “Come (But Don’t Go)”

Part 25: “Smoke And Mirrors”

Part 26: “Kiss The Cook”

Part 27: “Shower Head”

Part 28: “Siren Song (Caught In A Riptide)”

Part 29: “Good Bi (For Now)”

Part 30: “Remote Control”

Part 31: “Meet And Greet”

Part 32: “Backstage Rage”

Part 33: “Riddle Me This”

Part 34: “Worry Less, Liv Mor(gan)”

Part 35: “This Is My Rheality”

Part 36: “Fight Or Flight Club”

Part 37: “Let Me Talk To You? (Yeah!)”

Part 38: “Dynamic Shift”

Part 39: “You, Rhe, And Liv Makes Three”

Part 40: “One-Fo(u)r-Three”

Part 41: “Say It With Your Mouth”

Part 42: “Living The Dream”

Part 43: “R(h)emind Me Who I Belong To”

Part 44: “Definitely A (Fucking) Mark”

Part 45: “Five Is Company”

Part 46: “TJD (Telenovela Judgment Day)”

Part 47: “A Dish Best Served Rolled”

Part 48: “In The Hotbox”

Part 49: “Once You Reach”

Part 50: “The Other Side”

Part 51: “A Prince And His Archer”

Part 52: “Vibe Together”

Part 53: “Shot, Lime, Salt?”

Part 54: “Mari (Wanna?)”

Part 55: “Good Things Come…”

Part 56: “…To Those Who Wait”

Part 57: “Watch Yourself”

Part 58: “Lay Per View”

Part 59: “Pillow-Talk Lullaby”

Part 60: “Working Out Your Kinks”

Part 61: “Sending A Message”

Part 62: “Heart And Sol”

Part 63: “The Best Planned Lays”

Part 64: “Love, Sex, & WWE”

Part 65: “Dear In Headlights”

Part 66: “Lightweight, Heavyweight, Women’s Champion”

Part 67: “Flirty Dom”

Part 68: “Face Promo”

Part 69: “R+D+Me”

Part 70: “Demons In Her Dreams”

Part 71: “News To Me”

Part 72: “Another Bump In The Road”

Part 73: “From One Show To The NXT”

Part 74: “Locker Room Talk”

Part 75: “Fast Feud”

Part 76: “Dom Dom”

Part 77: “Un Poco De Azúcar”

Part 78: “And They Were Roommates”

Part 79: “Monday Night Mami”

Part 80: “Last Call”

Part 81: “Polyagony”

Part 82: “Fights, Camera, Getting Some Action”

Part 83: Coming soon!

[sandersontheside]

thought i would give some options (or multiple in one if ur feeling ambitious lol) from drabble list 5 + prinxiety ! 6. "We need a strategy." 41. "Don't you want some advice?" 59. "If there is a problem, I don't want to hear about it."

Thanks for the options! I ended up using them all and writing some romangst. I've never really written canon compliant stuff before, but that's where my brain went with this. Hope you enjoy! (prompt lists: 4,5,7)

Roman appeared in his room still trying to hold back the tears that were pooling in his eyes, and immediately curled up in his bed. It was foolish, he knew, how upset he was. He was being a drama queen, as usual. Poor Roman, can’t handle things not going his way, too used to being the center of attention. 

But in his defense, Thomas was planning a music video. If any of them should’ve been in charge of this, it should have been him. It was his idea, his song choice, his artistic vision. And they were all more than happy to take his ideas at the start. But now that it was in the practical planning stage? Suddenly it was “colorful lighting and smoke effects are too expensive, Roman” and “maybe Thomas should just sing the song in his living room”  and “it’s not fair to always ask Thomas’s friends for help.” 

Roman wasn’t stupid. He knew that his big ideas would have to be pared down for practicality. And he knew that paring them down was Logan’s job. But it still hurt, the way he was completely shot down time and again. Patton tried to reframe it as encouragement–“Don't you want some advice, Kiddo?"---and maybe Roman would have believed that before. Things change. Heroes fall. And no matter how much Patton insisted he was trying to help, Roman still felt stifled, even as he continued to rattle out ideas to be scrapped for parts. 

“We need a strategy,” Logan had eventually snapped. “Not a daydream.” 

That shut Roman up for a long time, as the others went back and forth on the aforementioned strategy. Eventually, he got tired of being ignored and passed over, and decided there was no point in sticking around. He didn’t even say anything, just raised his arms and began to sink out. None of them even noticed. 

Or that’s what Roman thought, until he pulled from his self pity by a familiar, low voice. “Trying to slack off, Princey?” Virgil’s tone was light and teasing, but Roman wasn’t in the mood. 

"If there is a problem, Dark Knight, I don't want to hear about it,”  he snapped, sitting up. 

“Woah,”  Virgil put his hands up. “There’s no problem. Except maybe with you. Why’d you leave?” 

“No one’s asked for my opinion in the last ten minutes,” Roman shrugged, feeling guilty for lashing out at his—at Virgil. “I don’t think I’m needed up there.” 

“Well, that’s stupid,” Virgil shoved Roman over on the bed and squished in next to him. “As soon as you left, so did Thomas’s desire to work on the music video at all. All he had to listen to was Logan pointing out the impracticalities and me worrying about his audience hating it. We need you to balance us out, Roman. You know that.”

Roman huffed. “That may be the case, but it doesn’t change the fact that Logan and Patton won’t listen to my ideas. Every single thing I said got shot down.” 

“Come on,” Virgil leaned against him, warm and solid. “You know your ideas can be a little out there sometimes. We all have to compromise. That’s what balance means.” 

“I know, I know!” Roman threw his arms up. “Intellectually, I know that. But lately, it all just feels like an attack. Like they all hate me.” 

“You know it’s not, though, right?” 

Roman didn’t say anything. 

Virgil reached a hand to cup Roman’s cheek, tilting his head and forcing him to make eye contact. “Look at me. It’s not. Patton loves you. Logan loves you. I love you.” 

Roman blinked, feeling his eyes mist over again, and pressed into Virgil’s touch. “I’m just—I’m tired. Ever since the callback, everything with Logan and Patton has felt off. I’m always walking on eggshells around them and it’s exhausting.” 

Virgil sighed. “I know, and believe me, I have been on them to make it right with you. It’s going to take time before things feel normal again. But I promise they still love you.” 

Roman sniffed. “Thank you. I guess I’m just not doing well with all the changes. Janus getting accepted, my brother getting acknowledged. God knows he’ll be accepted next, and then Thomas won’t need me at all.” 

“Ro,” Virgil wiped a stray tear away with his thumb. “Even when Remus is accepted, Thomas will still need you. You’re more than creativity—you’re his passion, his drive. I don’t think Remus has any of that.” A pause. “Well, maybe ego.” 

Roman snorted. 

“As for De-Janus, I really don’t think he’s out to get you. He’s just….Like That.” 

“I really don’t like that guy,” Roman shook his head. 

“That’s what you said about me once, Princey.” Virgil smirked. “Look where that’s gotten you.” 

Roman couldn’t fight a smile at that. “I think it’s gotten me right where I need to be.” He kissed Virgil softly. “Thanks for coming after me, Stormcloud.” 

“Anytime, Princey.” Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman and pulled him in tight. “I know things are difficult right now. But you’ve always got me.” 

“I know we still need to work on this music video,” Roman leaned back, taking Virgil with him until they were fully horizontal. “But can we cuddle for a bit first?” 

Virgil laughed softly, repositioning himself so his head was on Roman’s chest and their legs were tangled together. “We can.” 

[misunhye]

MY FIRST AND LAST

LINES

MY FIRST AND LAST

책에 적힌 글자들이 현실이 돼

가슴이 곧 터져 버릴 것 같아 [ 0:39 — 0:46 ]

Let me talk about love [ 1:14 ]

Yeah I’m talking to you [ 1:16 ]

알딸딸한 게 뭔지 난 아직 모르지만

너에게 취한 것 같아 [ 1:50 — 1:56 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:04 — 3:05 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:14 — 3:15 ]

DUNK SHOT

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도 [ 0:59 — 1:07 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 [ 2:07 — 2:18 ]

It’s a dunk shot [ 2:42 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 그 기분을 느낄까 [ 2:59 — 3:18 ]

LOOKBOOK

PHOTOCARD

Misun

thank you for the support. I appreciate all of you.

HIGHLIGHTS

oh GOD

this was the WORST era for rory

actually second worst right after we go up but we'll get into that later

she absolutely hated it for one reason:

jaemin wasn't there

she was absolutely heartbroken when they told the group he had to go on hiatus for his herniated disc

they obviously didnt show it on camera but her and jaemin were very close

he would always cheer her up

she was just not feeling this era

she talked probably even less than chewing gum

at least in chewing gum, jaemin would encourage her to speak up

the other members tried too, but it was always him who made her feel best

she’d catch herself playing with the boys and being happy and then she remembers and gets sad

she feels bad that shes enjoying herself when jaemin cant be there

she’s down for most of this era :( jaemin had to end up talking to her to reassure her (and himself) that he would come back and they’d be eight again

okay anyways .. besides the hurt and empty feeling she felt all this time

she grew an inch so she was happy abt that

her hair was still dirty blonde, not much change but she had forehead bangs this time

umm 2 fansites opened up for her this era! 'B' and 'SUGAR CREAM' !!

once again, red velvet and nct dream's promotions clashed again!!

when rookie won, joy gave a huge kiss on rory's cheeks and rory blushing was all over twitter

once again the fucking SKIRTS

this was especially bad because they had to get on the floor multiple times during the choreo

thank god for her safety shorts

actually most of the time though, luckily, she was in the back of the choreo

even though she was literally .. one of the main dancers but anyway still grateful since she mostly wore skirts during this era

also she probably had the most almost wardrobe accidents this era

so many times there was a lot of wind and her skirt would almost blow up but either she'd notice or the other members would and would quickly cover her

that happens almost every era though but like it was bad because all they wore were their fucking uniforms to perform mfal

for ppl who wanted to put her in the back to make her one of the guys and not stand out,, u werent helping with making her wear a skirt

or yknow. the only girl in a group full of boys

okay right

so she still got major hate this era. it didn’t help that her character on the mfal mv was clingy

nothing new with that

intl fans and korean fans alike were angry at the fact that she had to wear a skirt while being on the floor

but sm never changed the choreo so :/

(dw it gets better now she never wears skirts or dresses whenever they have to get on the floor for choreos)

in chewing gum era, she stuck the most to mark and jaemin

however this time, she was closest to mark and jisung

one fav moment from this era is when misun said she thought renjun's snaggletooth was cute and for him to never get it fixed to which he promptly began blushing

yeah she lowkey got cocky after that LMAO

oh during the mv

at the start she was walking with jeno and when he turned to look at the teacher, she was still talking and when she noticed he wasnt paying attention she hit him in the arm

the whole mv is just her being annoyed by the boys not paying attention to her and focusing on the teacher more

during her part w/ mark she follows and tugs on mark's arm for his attention but he doesnt give it to her

when they run for the teacher's mug and almost drop it, she's the one who quickly grabs it from smashing on the floor

the camera pans to her with a disgusted look on her face

either from how the boys were acting or the fact that the teacher left her lipstick mark on it

oh during the car thing .. she's literally just shaking her head in disappointment but helps them anyway

when they get outside and she sees the boys' disappointment to the teacher having a child and husband .. she's literally just sitting there laughing

.. until she sees the husband's face and is in awe

and then the boys make fun of her

and the end

actually her character in the mfal mv makes knetz think she’s even more of a brat and in love with the boys bc of how annoyed she acts

which sucks and she emphasizes in lives that it was just a character

for dunk shot she's pretty much neutral on this song

but she does like that she got to wear either jeans or shorts for performing it :D

when renjun throws the ball and like then haechan is supposed to catch it,,

misun is in the middle and jumps to hit the ball to haechan

her fits for dunk shot, similar to the boys she’s wearing jerseys/sport shirts with actual shorts underneath 😭 sometimes they’d be long jerseys and cover her shorts but she was always wearing shorts

sporty misun >>

[minyare2906]

[RELEASE] HANAKOI TSURANE CH58

Title: Hanakoi Tsurane | Dance of Love | 花恋 つらね

Author/Artist: Natsume Isaku Rating: +18

Summary: The self-destructive type, Sougorou is the heir of one of the well-known families in Kabuki world. He has no interests in other actors his age with the exception of Gensuke who he recognizes as his rival and never wants to lose to no matter what. However, fate plays a cruel trick on him and the two of them end up as classmates… How will their relationship develop…?!

Chapter 58 Download/Read online: Here

Note: Hello!! How are you? Hope you’re all fine!

I can’t believe that we are already in chapter 58!! So, here’s another chapter of our beloved lovebirds and things are getting… Complicated. Would they be discovered by the press? Nobody knows yet, but Gen surely is gonna be extremely worried about what’s ahead, that’s for sure. And Sougo even more, being the worrywart he is!

BTW, now that a gossip magazine is involved, I can’t be the only one wishing for a Hanakoi-Ameiro crossover, right? I’d looove to see Onoe and Katsuragi following them and trying to snap a shot of them together. Even if I think about what this may imply… Once again, nobody knows what sensei may have in store for those two, but it’ll surely be great, by now we all know how good she is both drawing and writing.

I wanna thank our providers, who were actually part of Rose Squad Scans and have now formed their own group: SiTB (Stuck in The Basement - Mangadex). Thanks to Adamay for providing such a great translation and to Toshirodragon for proofreading so wonderfully, and to both of them for being so patient and so supportive.I know I give you many major headaches!!

And, finally, to all of you, all of the people who read and enjoy Hanakoi. Happy reading!!

See you in chapter 59!!

@cm-scans - @ikahomine

[levihan-drabbles]

Secret Snowman + Levihan 12 Days of Christmas Announcement! 🎄🎅❄

Hey Levihans!

The core content team has prepared some events to celebrate the winter holidays and first up is the highly requested Secret Snowman Gift Exchange! This will be a fan work exchange (fics, art, AMVs/edits) and you will have the chance to specify which mediums you prefer to give and receive.

Rules will be as follows:

1. In order to receive a gift, you have to give a gift

2. All works must be safe for work (SFW)

3. Gifts will be due by December 31

4. Remember to keep who you have a surprise!

If you want to participate, please fill out this form: https://forms.gle/QBvsZMRjMviRNELaA

Be as detailed as possible to help your snowman!

You must sign up by Wednesday, December 14 at 11:59 PM PST (pacific standard). We'll assign everyone a person based on gift-giving/ receiving preferences and send out assignments on Thursday, December 15. Feel free to let us know if you have questions in our ask box!

Here is our second main event for the season! We present to you: Levihan 12 Days of Christmas!

Starting on December 12, every day leading up to the 24th, we’ll be doing a special event every day! The prompts are as follows:

• Day 1 - Make a Levihan Holiday-Themed playlist!

• Day 2 – Draw Levihan fanart with Levihan participating in holiday festivities

• Day 3 – Share your favorite older Levihan works (before 2018)

• Day 4 – Share your story of how you came to love Levihan :))

• Day 5 – Recipe exchange! Share your favorite holiday recipes!

• Day 6 – VC event in honor of Levi’s birthday: Events include Live reading, hunger games, karaoke, and more!

• Day 7 – Make messages to your fandom friends to show your love and appreciation to them

• Day 8 – Write Levihan holiday-themed One-shots!

• Day 9 – Things you wish you knew before you encountered the fandom (a QOTD discussion)

• Day 10 – Share your favorite recent Levihan works (after 2018)

• Day 11 – Chain story in text: we will have a prompt to start, and people will reply to add on! each person’s reply continues the story

• Day 12 - What does the levihan fandom mean to you? (a QOTD discussion)

The Day 6 VC event will happen on Saturday, December 17th at 7am Pacific Daylight Time. If you would like certain fics to be read aloud for the live reading, please dm us with the following:

• the fic of your choosing

• the specific parts you would like to be read aloud

We estimate each fic to take a 20-ish minute timeslot, so be mindful of that when choosing your passages! All works for the events should be SFW :))

Once more, if you have any questions let us know in the ask box!

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See you all at the event! 🎄

[keef-a-corn]

Welcome back to Keef rewatching TFP and you just get the notes!

This is Episode 8 of Season 1: Con Job.

I write Timestamps in, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly out of sync.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - beautiful shot, damn

00:10 - how does Miko not fall off?

00:24 - Optimus slowly opening and closing his mouth reminds me of a fish.

00:44 - mind me, just gonna enjoy Optimus’s voice over and over again.

00:53 - Bulkhead recognising WheelJack’s voice within the second is proof that they’re gay for each other. It’s not up for debate.

00:54 - I’m sorry but Bee’s little step back looks so polite.

00:56 - you can tell Arcee wasn’t thrilled about having to move.

00:59 - Same deal with WheelJack recognising Bulkhead’s voice.

01:00 - that was a dumb question.

01:14 - Optimus saying Wheeljack in a questioning tone is cuter than I expected.

01:34 - Arcee gets it.

01:36 - HE DIDN’T DENY IT, THEY ARE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!

01:52 - how does.. how does Soundwave have access to full body scans of the Autobots?

02:10 - and here we have waisted potential.

~intro~

03:27 - reference to previous episode nice.

03:45 - smart protocol.

03:55 - mmmm s u r e

04:05 - I don’t know how I feel about Bee so silent.

04:57 - go off, queen

06:12 - ✨Jackie✨

06:20 - so Arcee and Bee were useless.

06:35 - I want to punch her so bad. I’ll consider easing up on the Miko slander if someone can give me a good reason as to why she’s such a pain.

06:45 - hah. He looks so short compared to Optimus.

06:52 - I will never get over Optimus’s formality.

06:53 - I Don’t know why I haven’t mentioned it before, but I really like the way the metal actually has a reflection on it.

07:11 - Optimus randomly gets very expressive here, it’s adorable, but kinda sad considering that he’s not talking to the real Wheeljack

07:24 - sexy walk cycles

08:35 - Beautiful scenery ruined by MIKO.

08:48 - I used to be on a netball team with this girl that would throw passes really violently that the rest of the team would be scared to catch it (she caused my fingers to jar multiple times) - it just reminded me of that.

08:55 - SHH BEE BE(E)ING CUTE TIME.

Look at hiiiiim

Actually, look at this scene.

There’s something so precious about Bee sitting on the floor, tapping his knees to the music, while right beside him Ratchet’s working.

08:57 - they’re throwing a circular object at each other, Jack. Take a while guess.

08:58 - Lobbing? Seriously? They were throwing it at each other’s stomachs. Lobs are high passes. I know, I know, they’re saying it’s a Cybertronian thing, but I’m nitpicking.

09:13 - I f o r g o t this part was in here! Raf dancing like a god and Bee’s head popping into frame like a giraffe.

09:17 - Shh… I love it.

09:19 - The moment Bee makes a sound, Ratchet stops what he’s doing to watch.

09:21 - Precious af.

09:25 - Jack’s obviously jealous of the way the two dance otherwise he wouldn’t have changed the subject, prove me wrong.

09:30 - I refuse to believe that. (Not to mention they’re not partying.)

09:34 - Raf and Bee dancing as the ball flies past is unexpectedly funny.

09:35 - that ball was gonna hit the ground.. how did it fly up??

09:37 - quick reaction time from Ratchet, goddamn.

09:38 - the wheels on his elbows were spinning as he moved and started to calm down.

09:39 - I’m surprised he didn’t threaten to kill them. I would’ve.

09:43 - I dunno why, but I really like the animation during this specific line. I think it’s because it’s slightly exaggerated so you can tell he’s annoyed, but it’s kinda comedic too.

09:57 - Ratchet feelin proud of himself at that moment. *Cri* look at hiiim

10:08 - not suspicious at all.

10:42 - This story telling part is weirdly pretty to watch.

11:10 - These two looking fiiiine.

11:13 - how long did it take y’all to realise that the laugh Bee just did was his equivalent to a full body laugh? I’ll tell ya, I only just realised.

11:26 - Bulkhead’s double take when he realised Wheeljack wasn’t paying attention.

11:31 - translation: *concerned boyfriend noises*

12:00 - I’m not the only one that feels uncomfortable from how that line was delivered, right?

12:32 - Reaction image right here.

12:40 - Both of them looking up at Bulkhead is so cute I caaaan’t.

12:42 - Bee just in the corner. Also translation = *skeptical boyfriend nosies*

12:59 - When you say that their legs could kill.

13:46 - So no red flags going off for Miko? Seriously?

14:17 - Now appreciating the way the bots look down.

14:57 - the way his eyes moved

15:02 - live ratchet reaction.

15:11 - Mmm exaggerated movements, my love

15:18 - that has the energy of that one friend stealing a cookie.

15:25 - after all this time.. ALL THIS FUCKING TIME I REALISE THAT IT WASN’T JUST HIS LOWER JAW?!

15:29 - ratchet: 😯

16:29 - there was quite some buildup for that reaction.

17:57 - Gaaah

18:11 - Wheeljack needs some self help books, huh?

18:44 - rude.

19:44 - And he’s dead. Wasted potential.

19:51 - Another beautiful scene.

19:54 - what’d I tell ya? He’s jealous. Can’t dance nearly as well as Raf and Bee.

20:02 - hell yes.

20:10 - He’s so tall

20:32 - fuckin w h a t ?

20:36 - HE’S DOING IT AGAAAAAIN! FUCK OPTIMUS LOOKIN CUTE JUST BECAUSE HE’S VISIBLE HAPPY.

20:44 - Boyfriends.

21:14 - that… sounded weirdly sexual, right?

Mmmmm that was Con Job.

It was pretty alright, not a favourite ep of mine, but I’d rewatch it in a binge.

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prompts:

1. “Do you want me to leave?” 2. “I swear it won’t happen again.” 3. “I’m not jealous.” 4. “You can’t keep doing this.” 5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” 7. “You did what?!” 8. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 9. “Don’t ask me that.” 10. “I might have had a few shots.” 11. “What’s with the box?” 12. “Say it!” 13. “I could kiss you right now!” 14. “Are you done with that?” 15. “Are you still awake…?” 16. “Excuse you?” 17. “This is all your fault!” 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 19. “I could kill you right now!” 20. “Just admit I’m right.” 21. “That doesn’t even make sense.” 22. “That’s irrational.” 23. “Just pretend to be my date.” 24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” 25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!” 26. “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.” 27. “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” 28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” 29. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 34. “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” 35. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” 36. “Did I say that out loud?” 37. “Do you think they could have loved me?” 38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 39. “How long have you been standing there?” 40. “Have I ever lied to you?” 41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” 42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” 43. “I am not losing you again!” 44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” 45. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 46. “I just need to be alone right now.” 47. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” 48. “I made a mistake.” 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” 50. “I need you to forgive me.” 51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” 52. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me half to death.” 53. “I’m flirting with you.” 54. “I’m not good enough for you.” 55. “I fell in love with my best friend.” 56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” 57. “I’m up to the challenge.” 58. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the day I first met you.” 59. “I’m yours.” 60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” 61. “If you go anywhere near them, you’ll have to deal with me!” 62. “It’s okay to cry…” 63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!” 64. “Talk to me.” 65. “Look at me—just breathe, okay?” 66. “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!” 68. “Well, this is where I live.” 69. “We finish it the same way we started—together.” 70. “What are you afraid of?” 71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.” 72. “You deserve so much better.” 73. “You don’t have to stay.” 74. “You don’t know you the way I do.” 75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 77. “You shouldn’t have even been there!” 78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” 80. “Teach me?” 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” 82. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.” 83. “Just once.” 84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 85. “It’s not what it looks like.” 86. “I got you a present.” 87. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” 88. “See, now, what that so bad?”.” 89. “You’re the best part of me.”

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Top Gun: Maverick Notes Part 2!

Tagging: @crooked-jes @merieltla

56. Question: Is Rooster ready?

57. Maverick makes the decision to never leave again; he’s moving on from his past.

58. Phase Two:

a. Coming to an end fast.

i. ‘Act Two’ is ending soon. Characters must develop now, or they never do.

b. Miracle One + Miracle Two: double meaning.

i. Teams must be on target for the next team to deliver the shot.

ii. If one person can move on from the past, the other person must move on, too.

c. “This is where you’ll be at your most vulnerable.”

i. The steep climb:

1. Stay on mark, get out.

2. Move on and be better.

59. Because they are moving ahead of schedule, nobody is ready.

a. Coyote almost died in G-LOC: will he die on the mission?

b. Bob + Phoenix almost died due to a bird strike: will they die on the mission?

60. Rooster + Maverick fight.

a. “Don’t think, just do.”

i. Maverick’s second to last warning because Rooster. Has. To. Change.

ii. Be the leader that he was meant to be. Be better than Maverick.

61. Rooster says that he won’t make the same mistake his father did.

a. This is a minor callback to Penny’s statement about Amelia.

i. Penny lets Amelia make mistakes.

ii. Rooster won’t let himself make mistakes. (No parents, hesitation to let Maverick be a father figure).

62. Iceman dies.

a. B Story ‘gives’ their life for the main character. Maverick cannot turn back now.

b. Shot shows Rooster before Maverick.

i. Rooster knows that Maverick is vulnerable. He understands the pain Maverick felt for Goose.

63. “Take some time.”

a. Theme: Time.

i. For Maverick, the past is finally gone. He cannot waste anymore time.

ii. He had the chance to be a teacher, but he blew it. Now, he’s grounded forever from the Navy.

64. Movie flaw: Dark Night of the Soul is super short.

a. All movies have this flaw, though.

65. Maverick shows up unexpectedly to show the class that this mission is indeed possible.

a. In less time than they were initially given.

66. Maverick shows up at The Hard Deck.

a. He’s finally comfortable as opposed to how he was when he first arrived.

i. This is his element, where he belongs.

67. “Captain Mitchell, you’re where you belong.”

a. He’s where he should be: a teacher + in the Navy.

68. Warlock + Maverick.

a. Warlock doubted Maverick, now he’s confident in him. Development fulfilled.

69. Hangman + Rooster.

a. Rooster is chosen as wingman, Hangman is on standby.

b. Hangman understands. According to screenplay, he says that he is fine with this arrangement. He understands now that Rooster is a natural-born leader.

70. Maverick + Rooster.

a. Rooster wants to apologize/thank him, but they are interrupted; it’s an unfinished storyline.

i. Either one dying, before they talk, will be devastating.

1. Maverick with the intention to die since the beginning? Now that the Navy has accepted him, the Daggers all trust him, and Iceman is passed?

2. Goose’s son Rooster with the love of flying coming back to bite him, since he may or may not be ready for this mission?

ii. Rooster answers to ‘Bradley’ instead of ‘Lieutenant Bradshaw’.

1. Callback + character development.

iii. Nobody is wearing sunglasses, as opposed to the first time.

1. “Eyes are the window into the soul.”

71. Maverick says, “You got this.”

a. He may not be Rooster’s father, but he can be the father figure.

72. “I don’t like that look, Mav.” “It’s the only one I got.”

a. Callback. First time he says this, he is confident. Now, he is scared.

73. “Thank you, Hondo, if I don’t see you again.” “It’s been an honor, Captain.”

a. An attempt to close the relationship between the two. We know that they’re on good terms if Maverick dies.

74. Act Two coming on its end: “Send them.” “There’s no turning back now.”

a. 2:30 – double meaning.

i. Time to get in/get out.

ii. Timer for things to go awry.

75. Rooster’s anxiety.

a. Will he speed up or no?

b. “Come on, Rooster. Move it or lose it.”

76. “Talk to me, Dad.”

a. Like Maverick, he uses Goose as a calming tactic.

77. “Don’t think, just do.”

a. Last time. If Rooster doesn’t speed up, his character is rendered useless.

78. Cyclone uses the ‘come home’ line. He understands Maverick now.

79. Coffin Corner: all the Daggers are communicating as a unit.

a. Development fulfilled.

80. Maverick risks his life for Rooster’s.

a. He is Rooster’s B Story.

81. Rooster needs to go back for Maverick, Cyclone says no. Hangman requests permission to go, Cyclone says no. Warlock requests search and rescue, Cyclone says no. Hondo says Maverick is out there, Cyclone says no.

a. If anyone disobeys Cyclone, they are disobeying Maverick’s wishes to make sure everyone gets home back to their families.

82. Rooster lost his father, his mother, Ice, and now possibly Maverick. He cannot lose Maverick.

a. He doesn’t think, he just goes after Maverick.

i. Rooster + ‘Slow Ride’: Development fulfilled.

83. Act Three: Maverick waking up in a new, uncharted territory. But now, he knows how to defeat the enemy.

84. Rooster risks his life to save Maverick, and he is hit.

a. Everyone on the carrier knows about Goose, they are devastated.

85. Rooster and Maverick are leaders. This is why both wanted to save each other.

86. “I saved your life!”

a. This is how Maverick was supposed to die, like he wanted. But the world had other plans; people cared too much about him. He thought he didn’t have anyone left that did.

87. “What were you thinking?” “You told me not to think!”

a. Rooster + ‘Don’t think, just do’: Development fulfilled.

b. Maverick didn’t mean like this, though.

i. Audience laughed and applauded during this scene. The irony.

88. Frame Within a Frame

a. Rooster + Maverick in center, two trees ‘blocking’ the edges.

89. (See 7b): The answer to the major problem in Act Three – an F-14.

90. When they go up in the air, there is a shot of the wheel. This is a quick foreshadow for the wheel being broken off mere seconds later. We would have figured out what happened to the wheel without the ‘breaking off’ shot.

91. Singular note plays right before Cyclone says, “Maverick.”

a. This way, if someone missed all the beginning of Act Three, they know who’s about to show up.

i. Leitmotif.

92. Maverick tells Rooster about the ejection handle.

a. Audience has memories of Goose dying. Will Rooster make the same mistake?

93. “It’s not the plane, it’s the pilot.”

a. Rooster used this line before, except it’s used for Maverick and not redirected at himself.

94. “Don’t think, just do.”

a. Another callback now meant for Maverick, not Rooster.

b. Maverick + his hesitation with Rooster: development fulfilled.

95. “Come on, Mav. Do some of that pilot shit!”

a. Callback to Top Gun. Goose said this to Maverick.

96. One last fight. Who will win?

a. Out of bombs, missiles, and flares.

i. Both still haven’t talked. Either/both dying will crush the audience; they were so close.

97. Maverick tells Rooster to eject, but it’s not working.

a. If it doesn’t work, he could die like Goose.

98. The beeping of the incoming missile, the breathing/panic of Rooster, the sadness in Maverick’s, “I’m sorry, Goose,” line.

a. Rooster will die by the same mistake Maverick pulled. Even worse, he will die scared. It’s over.

99. Smoke reveals Hangman, the savior.

a. Like Iceman being the guardian angel for Maverick, Hangman is Rooster’s.

b. Hangman didn’t leave them hanging. Development fulfilled.

100. The lack of the front wheel comes full circle. Minor thing, but it stayed consistent.

101. Maverick and Rooster get out of the plane.

a. Maverick looks at Rooster; they still have to talk.

102. Hangman + Rooster.

a. Both smirk and shake hands. Past is forgiven. Development fulfilled.

103. Hangman + Phoenix.

a. He goes in for a hug, and she accepts. She is proud of him. Development fulfilled.

104. Maverick + Cyclone.

a. Both share a smile and a nod. Respect is earned on both ends. Development fulfilled.

105. Maverick + Rooster.

a. Rooster shows respect by calling Maverick ‘Captain Mitchell’.

b. They hug for the first time.

c. “Thank you for saving my life.” – double meaning.

i. Maverick is grateful. He doesn’t say, “I saved your life!” this time. Outright, we take this literally.

ii. Maverick also means to thank Rooster for a new purpose in life.

1. Maverick + suicidal tendencies: development fulfilled.

d. “It’s what my dad would have done.”

i. Rooster has forgiven him for his past. Development fulfilled.

106. Maverick.

a. Almost cries. Hugs Rooster. He forgives himself completely. Development fulfilled.

107. Rooster + Maverick working on the plane.

a. Callback to the first scene with Maverick. They are now father and son figures for each other.

108. Amelia shows up.

a. She looks around in a yellow glow.

i. She must be in the next generation of pilots.

1. Theme: Hope.

109. Maverick + Penny.

a. Both find each other.

b. Callback to the first film: go on a flight in the end.

i. Development fulfilled.

110. Rooster.

a. Knocks his knuckles on a picture of his father.

i. He knows he’s made his father proud. Development fulfilled.

111. ‘Hold My Hand’.

a. About having each other’s backs equally and supporting.

112. Closing Image: picture of Maverick and Rooster smiling at each other. Maverick is no longer alone.

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That's 2,210 more posts than 2021!

1,352 posts created (59%)

946 posts reblogged (41%)

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I tagged 1,989 of my posts in 2022

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#ask sava - 899 posts

#anon - 573 posts

#talking with sava - 437 posts

#the pain of letting you go - 374 posts

#showtime aholes - 270 posts

#reblog - 145 posts

#eddie munson fanfic - 131 posts

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#stranger things - 86 posts

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Longest Tag: 129 characters

#this is me when my mom makes me talk to her friends who knew me when i was a baby and i get all shy because i don't remember them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

prom- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: you ask eddie munson to prom

Warnings: angst bro, unrequited feelings, eddie being a butthead, chrissy is not the villain i promise, not proof read oops

Request: No

Word Count: 2k

A/N: got inspired by this idea @ashwhowrites threw out there about wanting something like this made, so i thought why not give it a shot? plus i've been trying to find an excuse to write an eddie prom fic. enjoy- sava

part two

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1,806 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#4

positive- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Hopper!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you find out you’re pregnant with eddie’s baby

Warnings: ANGST, hopper being angry, eddie being a dingus, crying, fighting, mentions of abortion, cursing, fluff, happy ending

Request?: Yes

Reader is hoppers daughter, and finds out she’s pregnant. I want so much angst my heart breaks

I’d love some kind of angst situation between hopper daughter reader, hopper and Eddie. Really open to anything, if you could include El too that would be great. Like reader and her get into an argument or something about Eddie and then that leads to hopper finding out reader is dating Eddie. Then more angst lol 

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: this is the first fic in the collab sleepover i’m doing and ooh it’s exciting! also this may be a hopper afab reader, but i didn’t include any details about race or anything particular, so it could be read as an adoptive hopper daughter as well, i just don’t mention that in the fic. enjoy! -sava

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2,228 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

strange love- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: best friends!-to-lovers!, ANGST, jealousy, cursing, mentions of vomiting, fluffy ending, eddie's a total sap

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: here is the second part to my strange love fic, which you can find the first part linked below. i love writing for eddie and this little multi-part was fun and i want to continue to write for everyone’s favorite metalhead hehe. i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part one

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4,602 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#2

when he loved me- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: the one where you feel eddie begin to pull away from you

Warnings: ANGST, falling out of love, misunderstanding, hurt, eddie being a total sweetie at the end, fluffy & cheesy ending

Request: No

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: inspired by the song “when she loved me” from toy story 2 because i swear every time i listen to my sad sava playlist and that one comes on i’m a fucking bawling mess and thought it could be a cool fic with a twist at the end. benny’s and star court still exist so it isn’t canon but fanfic doesn’t have to be. also, this fic is set in the winter of 85’ and leading into the early days of ’86. one last thing, reader may be a junior but she’s around steve’s age, just for clarification :) enjoy! -sava

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5,118 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

strange love- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isn’t you. you’re less than thrilled about it

Warnings: ANGST, jealousy, unrequited love, eddie being clueless, cursing, mentions of vomiting, me knowing nothing about D&D (i’m sorry but it deserves a warning), eventual best friends!-to-lovers!

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: alright y’all this is the imagine i had talked about a few days ago and as someone who loves these kinds of fics, i’m quite proud of myself. also i apologize for my lack of knowledge about D&D, eddie would definitely be disappointed, but i had a friend read it over and he thinks it makes sense so we’re going with it! i hope you all enjoy :)- sava

part two

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Fanfiction Writing Asks: 6, 53, 59? Please and thank you!

Hello friend! Thanks for the ask!

6- What’s the last line you wrote?

- Hopefully this will have some excitement to at least one person, but the last line I wrote was for chapter eleven (twelve? fourteen? Who the hell knows at this point. 😂) of ACAR! This is not the true last line I wrote though because it is way too spoilery to be shared, but I hope you’ll forgive me!

“This is what you want?”

“It is.”

53- What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

So, I could just give you my single most used tag on AO3, which isn’t at all a surprise to me, but that’s a little too boring sooo…here are my top 3 most used tags on AO3:

1. Missing Scene

2. Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

3. One Shot

59- Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

- Yes, I have participated in many different events, in fact I am involved in one right now! Overall, I love the community and structure of fic challenges along with the creativity that comes with exchanges. There hasn’t been a fic event that I haven’t really enjoyed, though some have had more problems with execution than others, all the ones I was able to stick through to the end (because sometimes life happens) were entirely worth it.

Some of the events I have been a part of in recent years:

Two Fandom Trumps Hate auctions

(https://fandomtrumpshate.tumblr.com) — These were amazing events and I was really happy to be a part of them. My favorite part was being able to sign up with multiple fandoms and not quite knowing which one was going to be interested enough in to actually donate to a worthy charity!

Three Hanleia holiday exchanges

(https://hanleiacelebration.tumblr.com)

The moment I pass up a Star Wars exchange, especially a Hanleia one, is the day I am dead my friends. Exchanges are my very favorite events, so when this one comes around during the holidays every year, I’m coming up with new ideas!

An Agent Carter Valentine’s Day event

(https://www.tumblr.com/acvalentines)

This was a really fun one from way before COVID, but if it came around again I would jump at the chance!

Two Reylo Valentine’s Day exchanges

(https://www.tumblr.com/reylofanfictionanthology)

These are probably my favorite events that I’ve done, not just because of the pairing involved but the amazing community it introduced me too! If you get a chance, definitely sign up for the next event!

Two “Finish Your Sh*t” WIP events

(https://www.tumblr.com/wipbigbang) — SIGN UPS FOR 2023 STILL OPEN

This is the event that I am working on right now! It’s basically a way to finish some of your more put aside projects and giving them new life! I’m working on ACAR for this event, so stay tuned!