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[nocofamilyau]

boiling it down to its most basic fundamentals

[werewolfbneimitzvah]

Hold on I'm going to make a vague post about something incredibly silly and unimportant.

I follow the mika zibanejad tag on here bc he's very pretty and i like when i get automatically shown new gifsets from people i don't follow. But I've been getting shown a post that's tagged with mika and two other nhl guys, matthew tkachuk and nolan patrick, and the post is like a jokey post about like "ugh how dare men be beautiful while definitely using horrible oil-stripping 3-in-1 products" or whatever, like it goes on a bit and is clearly meant to not be serious. But, ok listen i know nothing about npatrick's personal care routine, i don't care about him being tagged, whatever. And obviously i don't know the details of mzibanejad or mtkachuk's. But like first of all i once dated someone with curly hair for like a year and just from that i can tell you that mtkachuk is not using some 3-in-1 bullshit bc his hair would never let him in a million years. That texture demands real conditioner just by virtue of existing. Second of all mika's bestie chris is on camera being asked "if mika could only bring one item with him to a deserted island, what would he bring" and answering "moroccan oil (for his hair)." His buddy knows what hair products he uses. Just looking at a photo of mika it's extremely obvious how deliberate he is with his appearance, and chris and mika both acknowledge this in that same video when asked which of them takes more time to get ready in the morning or whatever the question was and they both immediately said mika.

Anyway I'm just saying, 2/3 of your examples are bad. Granted the 3-in-1 mention might not be intended as a specific accusation so much as vibes, which maybe makes the mtkachuk one more forgiveable, but even then idk, i think he puts at least some thought into his personal care and appearance even if his "thought" is to wear fucken polos and bucket hats.

Anyway that's all, this is incredibly silly but i keep forgetting to tell tumblr to stop showing me that post so i keep seeing it and fuming all over again at the thought of someone with hair that curly going near it with something like that or looking at a photo of mika and not immediately knowing that that man knows what he's doing irt his appearance

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#5

Robert 'Bob' Floyd NSFW Alphabet

A/N: BOB! My mans, my handsome lovely man. I will take any and all requests for Top Gun characters but ESPECIALLY for Bob <3

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you think that Bob is the sweetest man ever post-sex then you would be absolutly correct. He will draw the two of you a bath, help you clean up. He’s got a towel warmer in the bathroom and he puts your favorite blanket on it to warm up for you once you’re dry.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man knows he has pretty eyes. He knows that you could get lost in them, and they’re the things that keeps him and Phoenix safe.

On you, he’s an ass man. His hands are always on or around your ass, holding onto the belt loops of your pants, hand on your lower back or thigh. Again: always on or around your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside of you, Bob likes to try and keep everything as clean as possible. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bob is into light bondage, have him tie you up and the thought of him not letting you touch him gives him a sense of control and dominance that he doesn’t normally get

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn't have a lot of experience but he absolutely knows what he’s doing. Bob doesn't do hook-ups or one-night stands. He’s a relationship man and you better believe he’s educated himself

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Other than the light bondage, Bob is a pretty vanilla dude. He’s a missionary man, and when you add the light bondage to that, that’s all the spice that Bob needs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No matter what kind of day Bob has had, he always leaves his issues at the door. Work stays at work and at home when you have sex he is the smiliest, goofiest, cheesiest man ever.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bob tries his best to keep it nice and trimmed but sometimes he forgets to do upkeep.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like with his aftercare: thee most tender, soft, and caring lover EVER. Once again, he’s a relationship man, he makes sure to have that connection with you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bob doesn't really jack it, it’s not that he doesn't like to he just doesn't really do and prefers not to do it unless he’s away from you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light bondage as mentioned.

Breeding kink, this man wants to settle down someday and have a family, and with you he’s ready whenever you are.

(I’m about to tell you how to get him to come on the spot) Suck, lick and bite his neck and arms during sex. Bob gets so much shit from everyone(namely Hangman) about how Bob doesn't seem like he could get it alot, so showing up to the base in his short sleeved uniform dawning the marks you gave him, fills him with a sense of pride

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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662 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#4

The Killjoy: Chapter 1

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: The start of the Bobby Boy series!! I said I was gonna do something else for TG didn’t I

Chapter 2

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Walking with his bag slung over his shoulder, Bob adjusted his glasses as he made his way back into the Top Gun building. Pushing open the door he made his way down the halls pausing right outside of the locker rooms, hearing chatter coming from it before he entered.

“Here, let’s see what Bob thinks” Hangman's voice rang through the locker room “Bob” He made his way over to Bob, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you think this mission is for, all of us, back here just two months after the uranium plant mission. What do you think we’re doing now?” Jake moved his hand from Bob’s shoulder and motioned over to Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Fritz, and Coyote “Because Bradshaw thinks we’re speaking to the new Top Gun graduates, and the rest guess that Cyclone is holding an Alumni Competition” 

Bob shrugged making his way over to his locker “I couldn’t say” he set his bag down on the bench as he started to unpack it “But if I had to guess, then it’s another seek and destroy mission” he grabbed his flight suit, starting to put it on “What do you think it is?” 

Jake smirked, turning back to his locker. “We’re here to teach our individual special skills, ” he hummed. “And I know that's a possibility because I saw Maverick walking in to go talk with Cyclone and I’m hoping that-” Before Jake could finish his sentence Pete popped his head into the locker room to yell.

“Everyone will be dressed and ready in the hager in five minutes! We’ve got a guest today” 

Everyone nodded to him and quickly finished getting ready before making their way out to the hanger, seeing Maverick, Warlock, and Cyclone standing in front of the flag that hung from the ceiling.

As soon as everyone had taken their seats Warlock walked up to the podium to address the pilots. “Thank you all for agreeing to this” he started “The reason why I am giving the introduction to this mission today and not Admiral Simpson is beauce I asked” he gave a small smile “In three weeks, six Jets will be escorting and if necessary defending a cargo convoy that is transporting weaponry. Everyone who is here will be participating in the mission” 

Phoenix looked around at the group before raising her hand “Sir you said there would be six Jets. That’s three solo pilots and three Wingmen with their RIO’s…. Out of all of us here, there’s only two solo pilots… Is Captain Mitchell flying with us?”

Warlock shook his head “Captain Mitchell will be co-instructing this mission…and as he might have told you already we have a guest, this pilot is someone I have personally flown with so I expect all of you to treat her with the utmost respect” he eyed everyone in the crowd (but mostly just Hangman) “because not only is she on loan to us from the Marines for this mission to co-instruct… she will also be your mission leader”

Footsteps filled the hanger as Warlock motioned to the back of the room “So without further ado I would like to introduce Captain Y/N Y/L/N” everyone’s heads turned watching as the new Captain made her way up to the front of the crowd “Call Sign ‘Killjoy’.” He moved around the podium to shake Y/N’s hand before she took his place.

As Y/N’s eyes scanned the room looking at her fellow pilots before she paused on Bob, seeing how his mouth was parted in surprise. She gave a small smile before clearing her throat “Thank you for the introduction Admiral Bates, as mentioned previously I am Captain Y/L/N but you all can call me Killjoy” she hummed “I’m not here to teach you anything new, I am here to make sure that the nine of us can function together as a unit” she glanced to Bob before looking down to the podium “I’m sure that it should be fairly simple to get along, especially after hearing that all of you flew together two months ago” looking back up she nodded to Pete “Captain Mitchell already knows where you all stand in your flight abilities but I don’t. Captain Mitchell and I will be up in the air, and you all will go up in groups of two and complete a short course so I can see where everyone’s at” Y/N moved away from the podium

“First group in the air is Hangman with Fanboy and Payback. You go up in five” Pete called out to dismiss everyone before he turned to Y/N to set up a plan between themselves.

Pushing out of her seat, Natasha started off for the lounge before she stopped realizing that Bob was still sat at the table watching Y/N. Walking back over to him she snapped in front of his face pulling him out of whatever trance he was in “Earth to Bob?” she hummed watching as he pulled his gaze away from Y/N, she raised her eyebrow with a smirk “Oh my god” she chuckled before turning to go to the lounge.

“What?” Bob called out, moving from his seat to follow her.

“You totally like the Captain” she hummed walking into the lounge where Bradley, Javy, and Billy eyed the two, curious of their conversation.

“Bob likes the Captain?” Javy smiled looking to the RIO “Don’t worry I like her, I’m sure Hangman and Rooster do to” he laughed

A small flush came over Bob’s face “You guys are horrible” he shook his head “I do no-” he paused hearing the door open before he could finish.

Poking her head into the room Y/N looked around before her eyes landed on Bob “Lieutenant Floyd… May I speak to you?” she motioned to the hallway. Bob only nodded before he made his way out of the room.

Everyone looked between each other before they glanced at the windows of the lounge, watching as Bob and Y/N exchanged a few words before shaking hands, a few more words were said before Y/N turned to walk back to the hanger and Bob made his way back into the lounge, with everyone’s eyes on him. 

Natasha was the first to speak “Please tell me she just asked you out?” 

“No, did you see that hand shake?” Bradley started “If anything she was introducing herself, but she definitely thinks he’s cute, because she didn’t introduce herself to the rest of us.” 

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820 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

Play Along (Smut)

Warnings: unprotected smut, little it’s bit of exhibitionist kink if you squint (Wrap before you tap), i think that's it (let me know if there's more)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are assigned together on an under cover mission and things aren't what you thought they'd be

A/N: This was my first time writing smut so be gentle with me. Reader does use female pronouns

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Jogging down the corridor of the building, Y/N glanced down at her watch. Late, of course. One of the top four most skilled Shield Agents, in espionage and yet punctuality is not her forte, at least for debriefings that is.

Picking up her pace to a sprint she glanced at the numbers written along the meeting rooms before stopping at room 407, straightening herself out before opening the door. As the door opened she was met by the glaring eye of Nick Fury, who stood at the head of the long table before glancing around the room, noticing Natasha, Clint, and Bucky all seated at various points around the meeting table.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presents” he started. “What happened, get caught up talking to the level 1 agents again?” He followed her as she took a seat next to Bucky. Giving him a light nudge and smile, to which she was met with the same smile and light nudge back.

“Ya know I was gonna lie and say that but honestly Nick, my alarm didn’t go off so my 20 minute desk nap became a 25 minute desk nap. To which I apologize” she hummed, grabbing a case file from the center of the table.

From quickly glancing at the file Y/N let out a whistle “Damn I pity the poor soul who’s doing the deep cov-” she stopped looking around the room, noticing everyone was staring at her with an amused smile on their face. “You’re fucking kidding me?!” she shrieked “You’re sending me in deep cover to Strasbourg?!” she moved to lean against the table.

“You and me both L/N” Bucky matched her enthusiasm.

“Why are you sending us?! No offense Barnes, but do you remember what happened the last time we did deep cover together.” Bucky smirked at her response, remembering. “Yeah Y/N we remember, Laura and I are still trying to buff out the dent in the gun you borrowed, besides are you afraid you’ll have to play real Wife to your Work Husband?” Clint smirked watching as Y/N pointed across the table at him, pointing her finger accusingly.

A blush spread across her and Bucky’s faces as she pointed back to Clint “We are no different than you and Natasha, besides that was not my fault” she moved to point to Bucky before poking him in his shoulder “I told Bucky not to grab the bathtub when he chu-”

He pointed back at her, “Me?! You told me to gra-”

“REGARDLESS of the damages done to any weaponry or safe houses, Barton and Romanoff are too well known in Strasbourg. Hence why you and Barnes are the only other two agents qualified for the job.” Fury tapped the table causing a projection to appear in the center of the table.

“L/N, meet Emilia Carver otherwise known as “The Eye”...she sees everything and is one of the most elusive ghosts in Europe.” The projection showed a lady of similarity to Y/N, of course there were a few things off about the two but for the most part they could have been related. Clicking the next slide it showed the same girl lying on the ground in some room.

“Last week Barnes and Barton found her dead in bunker just off the coast of Naples, you will go in her place with the Winter Soldier to secure a package.” he clicked the slide showing a man “This is Nathan Lark, we have reason to believe that he holds sensitive information about the inner working of our black-ops team and their current locations and targets, secure the package and then the missions over”

“That's all great Fury, but how long? Because I made plans to go to Disney with the family” Clint glanced up from the file.

“For you and Romanoff, a few weeks. You’ll just be on stand by working comms and technicalities. For L/N and Barnes, a month at the least.”

Dragging her eyes from the screen over to Bucky they locked eyes for a moment before Y/N spoke “Won’t it look odd, The Eye and the Winter Soldier together?”

“No” Bucky spoke before Fury could “I’ll fill you in on specifics on the way to Strasbourg, but for now…” he swallowed “the two had a shared history…” he looked back down to the file.

A laugh left Clint “Sure if that's what you wanna call it Bucky” looking over to Clint, Y/N furrowed her brows before looking over to Bucky who just shook his head.

“I’ll tell you later”

Y/N just nodded looking over the file once more before letting out a sigh before closing the file.

“When do we leave?”

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Looking out the window, Y/N tapped her foot against the floor of the train as she readjusted the sunglasses that had slid down her nose. Her focus shifted from the window to Bucky who had taken up the seat beside her.

The two sat in silence before Y/N spoke first, “So what did you mean, by The Eye and The Winter Soldier have history?” she watched as Bucky avoided her gaze.

A laugh came from the intercom before a groan filled Y/N and Bucky’s ears “What fun conversations always start when you ask an assassin how they know another assassin”

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920 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#2

Bad Day

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: Hi so this was originally an ask/request someone made, and I had the post all ready and I went to post it with the ask but then tumblr ate it and now I can't find it. If you were to person who requested this ask: thank you I loved writing this and I’m sorry that I can’t find your actual ask

Request: (I can't remember who asked/requested) Hey love, can you write a blurb with Bob ( top gun ykyk😏) and him coming home really exhausted and just wants the reader to play with his hair and is really cuddly and clingy. Just pure fluff<33 Thank you<3

Edit: I FINALLY FOUND THE OG ASK! @finja-caipirinha I didn’t forget tumblr just ate your ask

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Resting his head against the steering wheel, Bob let out a sigh. He’d been sitting in the driveway for 5 minutes now heavily debating if he wanted to go in or spend the night in his truck. Eventually deciding that messing up his back wouldn’t be in his best interest he exited the vehicle and grabbed his duffle bag from the backseat. Fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the door, he unlocked it and made his way inside. 

Dropping the duffle on the floor he slipped off his boots, not bothering to untie them before he looked around the house and spotted Y/N lounging on the couch, reading. 

Shuffling over to the back of the couch, he paused for a moment to decide if he wanted to take the extra time to walk all the way around or if he wanted to make life easy. So going for the obvious choice he swung one leg over the back of the couch, then the other, before he was planted right next to Y/N. 

He didn’t even give her the chance to ask how his day was before he sprawled himself out on the couch, burying his face into her waist as his arms wrapped around her form. He felt Y/N set her book down before her hands were rubbing his back.

“Baby….my hair…” he mumbled 

Y/N raised her brow “Hmm?” 

He nuzzled his face further into her waist “Your hands… in my hair” Y/N let out a humm finally understanding what he ment, her hands traveled from Bob’s back and started tangling themselves in the hair at the base of Bob’s neck. 

The WSO let out a sigh as he felt Y/N’s fingertips massage his scalp.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N’s voice rang out as she shifted herself into a more comfy position… well as comfy as she could get with Bob on top of her.

“Jake can ahdfmg” he mumbled out. 

“He can do what?” she chuckled

“Jake can fuck off” he moved so the side of his head was resting against her abdomen, “he fucked with Phoenix and I durring all of the training, which resulted in the three of us having to do three sets of 200 pushups, and one dead hang for 10 minutes… my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off my body”

“Aw Bobby” Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of Bob’s head “...Do you want me to start the shower for you?” 

Bob shook his head “Can we take a bath?” Y/N nodded, sitting up from his spot, Bob pulled Y/N up with him, his arms once again finding their place around her waist as she led them upstairs.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub Bob grabbed Y/N to place her on top of his lap as she turned on the faucet, feeling the water to make sure it was warm before letting it fill the tub. 

“Can you put this in it?” Bob hummed, reaching over to grab a bath oil that rested on the sink counter. Y/N nodded, taking it from his hands to add to the tub.

“Do you want bubbles too?” she paused before she felt something lightly touch her shoulder, looking over she grabbed the tube of shower gel from Bob, she looked at it and chuckled “oh so it’s a grapefruit and honey type of bath” she laughed and added the gel to the water.

Once the oil and bubbles were added to the water, Y/N and Bob stripped down before Bob sank into the warm water first, once settled he let Y/N sink down before pulling her to his chest. “Thank you… for this” he hummed.

“Anything for you baby” she rested her head back onto his shoulder, giving him a soft smile.

955 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It's Okay

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Warning: Angst, injury, plane ejection and crash, hospitals, medical talk

Request: @mypr3ttygirlworld "If your comfortable, after watching greys anatomy I have been thinking of a story where Bob gets a brain injury/ brain surgery it’s him and his so basically coming to terms with what that entails. Only if your comfortable with writing it and if not I completely understand!"

A/N: They way I cried multiple times while writing this. I changed the request a tiny bit. Also I don’t know medical stuff so idk if anything is correct medically speaking

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Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran from the parking lot into the entrance of the hospital, eye’s dashing around for some familiar face.

In the two years of dating Y/N knew that there would always be risks when dating Bob, but they never fully thought about it… until reality had caught up with them.

Her breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with Rooster, before she racked her eyes over the rest of the team as they all sat in the waiting area. Standing from his seat Rooster made his way over to Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

Thoughts flooded Y/N’s head as she hugged him, and that's when her senses caught up with her as she took in Rooster’s words “Maverick’s talking with the doctors right now… we don’t really know anything” 

Y/N just nodded, pulling back “Where’s Natasha?” Rooster motioned to the corner of the waiting room, where Phoenix was slumped in her chair, one arm crossed over her form as the other rested against it, covering her face as her leg bounced against the floor.

Quietly Y/N made her way over to the pilot, kneeling down in front of her, Y/N placed a hand on Phoenix’s knee, causing it to stop bouncing as she looked up.

Y/N’s eyes softened taking in Natasha’s state. Her eyes were red, hair askew, and Y/N noticed how the palms of her hands were indented with the crescent shape of her nails. Leaning forward, Y/N pulled her into a hug as the pilot let out a rigid sob, arms wrapping around Y/N’s form “I-... I don’t know what happened” she mumbled into Y/N’s shoulder. 

The damn that had been holding back the tears and emotions finally broke in Y/N as she hugged Phoenix tighter. The two, not uttering a word as the rest of the team just watched, unsure what to do.

It took a few moments for the two women to regain their senses before Y/N sat next to Natasha and rested her head on her shoulder, as everyone else moved to sit closer to them.

“What happened?” Y/N finally managed to ask after a few minutes, as she sat up, her voice was quite as if something would break if she spoke any louder.

She felt Phoenix stiffen a bit at the question before she cleared her throat “It was supposed to be a simple training day…” she swallowed what little spit was left in her dry mouth “We were just gonna be practicing a flight path and ther-” her voice caught in her throat, her thoughts raced as she tried to find the word but everything just mushed together.

“We were flying when Phoenix caught some turbulence” Hangman continued, seeing how Phoenix struggled, he took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze “They tried to level out, but it blew out the controls… and one of the engines.” he continued

“I thought-” Natasha started again, taking a breath “I hit the canopy button… but the latch got stuck… and then Bob’s seat-” tears started to make their way down her cheeks, she lifted her hands up to hide her face “I’m so sorry Y/N” she mumbled.

Standing from her seat Y/N walked from the group and out the entrance, she paced not knowing what else to do, not noticing how Rooster had gotten up to follow her. 

“Y/N” he called out to her “Y/N, you’re gonna make yourself sick” he grabbed her arm “Will you just take a breath? Please? I know you’re worried but if you worry yourself sick, it’s not gonna do anyone any good” 

“What am I supposed to do then Rooster?” she snapped tears coming to her eyes once again “I….I don’t know how all of you can just sit in there and do fucking nothing!” she raised her voice “god I would love to just sit and do nothing but I-... I-” as she tried to finish her sentence her body began to shake, Rooster pulled her into another hug “I still have so many things I have to tell him… things I wanna do with him…. I can’t-.... I can’t lose him” she sobbed into his chest.

The two stood in silence before the heard the door to the entrance open, “Captain’s back” Coyote’s voice filled the air before the door closed again.

Pulling away from each other, Y/N wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks, taking a few breaths. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Bradley placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as they made their way back into the waiting area. Moving back over to the team, Y/N took her place beside Phoenix, locking her arm with hers, giving her an apologetic look for leaving as she did moments before. To which Natasha just nodded before the two turned their attention to Maverick, who shot the two women a sad smile, before turning back to the majority of the team.

“Bob’s still in surgery, all the guy could tell me was that he had a brain bleed from the impact of the canopy and he’s having a craniotomy… they said it's gonna be another 2 or 3 hours. So if you all want to stay feel free, but if you want to go home and get some rest I understand. Admiral Simpson has granted everyone here time off for the week, and I will be staying and giving updates out to those who choose to go home” with that Maverick turned to hunker down in a chair.

Out of the whole team Y/N, Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster had opted to stay with Maverick. As the time passed the team found themselves coping in any way they could.

Pete had taken to drawing small scribbles onto a notepad that he had found in the waiting area, trying to forget that the last time he was a part of an injury this bad was with Goose.

Y/N found herself biting and tugging at her nails, it wasn’t supper bad at first till she let out a sight hiss as she pulled at a hangnail. 

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#5

I keep having fantasies of waking up in Cliffs bed hungover naked and confused and him just giving me a cup of coffee all sweet and loving and telling me he had a great time last night. But to ruin it, what would he do or what's his gameplay if darling started ghosting him after that? Blocking his number, avoiding his class?

Cliff doesn’t like being ignored.

Cliff was the star whatever sports player in high school who was in all the leadership clubs, he got straight A’s and went to a top tier school where his popularity just continued to rise. He’s always been well loved, well liked, and frankly he doesn’t handle darling ghosting him all to well. He does the ghosting, but this time is different. This time Cliff had the most perfect darling under him and they should have been putty in his hands after that, but when darling avoids him it drives him crazy.

I mean pulling darling to stay after class and if they leave, docking points. Refusing to sign their class release slip if they ask. Gossiping with other professors that darling is *gasp* potentially cheating and they should scrutinize ever piece they turn in. He’ll straight up follow darling and be blatantly obvious that he’s upset with them, and because he’s so well liked other students start whispering about how clearly darling is a bad person because who upsets Prof. Milano?? If all of that doesn’t make you go back, one day he’ll follow darling until they’re alone and straight up just use his strength to pin them against a wall and tell darling that they better start behaving or things are going to get real difficult.

43 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 02:45:51 GMT

#4

How do the boys (Antonio specifically) react to darling nudging them awake only to be asked (politely, of course) to dick them down?

Antonio wakes up with heavy bags under his eyes, half asleep and hair so fluffy and soft. He blinks a few times after you ask, stunned. But then a wide grin comes across his face and he tells you of course, as long as you’re not to tired for him ;)

Desmond says he is to tired and needs his sleep but yeah he can get his dick ready if you want to ride him

Cliff laughs and probably preforms oral but his dumb ass said he can teach an 8am class due to demand, sure no problem. But on the weekend he’d probably be awake anyway grading papers and would gladly toss them away and blow out his back fucking darling

Ezra is actually really shy about it but that’s because he is embarrassed cause he was probably grinding his dick into darling while the were asleep anyways

Mizu doesn’t wake up

Sawyer is PUMPED and wakes up immediately and climbs on top of darling, he might just be a bit to sleep deprived/excited and do things like biting, grabbing to hard, forgetting to put on a condom.....

44 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 01:26:24 GMT

#3

Yo it’s the perfect fucking sandwich, the two of them. I love them both so much.

(Also, Riftan really is head empty, only Maxi lol)

But it’s also because of that I’m so fucken nervous that some bullshit is gonna go down. I’ve only known them for 35 webcomic chapters and 100-something novel chapters, but if anything happened to either one of them, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

You’re absolutely right though. Typically, webcomics that feature trauma and PTSD don’t delve that deeply into personal relationships, or even linger on it for very long imo.

Maxi is absolutely someone I love with all my heart and I will personally throw hands with anyone and everyone who’s ever hurt her.

— Urslanon 🐙

I'm going to start reading the novel chapters soon, but fuck this is why I try to avoid these things because I already have so much to do!!

Maxi is so fucking adorable and pretty, and ugh I just want to hold her and give her pretty thing pretty much like Riftan

Absolutely dying at Riftans POV where he said that if he dies, he only wished to be reincarnated as a lock of her hair so he can caress her back and if he were lucky, the wind would blow and he'd get to touch her lips.

LIKE FUCK ME RIFTAN

44 notes • Posted 2021-10-10 14:49:14 GMT

#2

How would the boys react to being woken up with a blowjob?

Mizu moans and moves around a lot, trying to fuck your mouth without even waking up, and it’s not until you swirl your tongue around his tip that he wakes up cumming and screaming your name. Yes, he is embarrassed. Yes, he’s already hard again.

Sawyer’s a heavy sleeper, however he’d probably wake up when you attempt to wrap your lips around his dick and start gagging, because the boy is long and thick. He snickers because his darling is so playful, but instead of giving you respite he puts a hand on the back of your head and pushes you down.

Cliff is such a gentle sleeper, he looks like a perfectly chiseled piece of art resting. And when you start moaning on his dick and getting louder and louder hoping to wake him, you’ll hear that hearty low chuckle of his as thrusts his hips upwards and settles his hands behind his head. Don’t let him stop you.

Ezra already spends his nights dreaming of drenching you in his cum, so he’s painful hard while asleep and the littlest sensation jolts him awake and just stuns this man. He’s so vulnerable and disassociated, unaware of what he’s even doing he grasps your head to force you lower on his cock as he cums. He begs for forgiveness with that post nut clarity though.

Antonio is a sleeping beauty. You really got to get your head bobbing before he starts to stir, and even then you’re rewarded with the tiniest gasps and moans, his beautiful face starting to sweat as his body prepares before his consciousness. He doesn’t wake until he cums, a strained moan leaving his mouth as his thick eye lashes flutter open. He’s so blissful and worn out he’s just gasping for air before he realizes.

Desmond is not a man whose use to getting a lot of sleep or one to be surprised, so the moment you start working to slide down his sweat pants he’s already awake. However, he loves the idea of darling being so impatient for his dick, that he lets darling have his way with him and just shuts his eyes for a few more moments of rest before he tosses darling and fucks them.

60 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 02:57:56 GMT

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Imagine a victorian(ish(?) ig lmao) AU with Desmond who laid eyes on darling from afar and immediately set out for their hand in marriage.

Darling’s parents initially think he means darling’s sister, so they present her but then Desmond just stands there, staring for a moment in disinterest before he turns to them and says, “I meant Darling, not her.”

Darling’s parents are shocked and then hesitant—that is their youngest after all—but they still call for darling and once they appear, the sight of them takes his breath away.

Immediately, he says he will court them with the intention of marrying him and while Darling’s parents are still hesitant, how often does one come across a man like Desmond, who is so honorable and true? He’s a good man in the people’s eyes, if a bit cold, and Darling, who feared no one ever marrying her, accepts him without question.

Maybe someone tries to convince Darling that Desmond isn’t right along the way, that’s he’s some kind of crazy, that they shouldn’t marry him because he lacks a heart—and yeah, Desmond isn’t out here spouting love poems but he’s obviously very attractive, he lets them do as they please within his reasoning, and he happens to be one of most feeling persons Darling’s ever met.

Darling can’t help but love him.

Now, that’s not say darling is stupid. They’re naive but they aren’t stupid.

They realize the yandere that Desmond is within the second week of courting but they don’t run away or beg to call off the marriage—if anything, it’s even more of a reason to marry him. This man will never run or cheat, he won’t spout hate behind their back, and so long as they are together they will be happy. Desmond’s love is just stronger than others, it’s simply more intense and Darling would take Desmond any day over a man who won’t spare her glance in two months.

OOOo I love the idea of the a victorian setting, although I'm not to knowledge on it but ugh some body show me what the outfit for Desmond could look like....

70 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 04:48:05 GMT

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Here it is, something that i did not know existed and is broken for many people. Hot damn, it's a lot to take it, but to keep it short and sweet, thank you. Thanks for all the fun, and excuses to stop work for a moment and answer a question...

[massoccurs]

care my beloved <3 i DO remember the moment you followed me because i so vividly recall clicking on ur little icon in my notifs and going slack jawed at your lore tags and wondering how the hell a blog!! like that!! followed mine!!! of course the entire genre of your blog is right up my alley, but i will never not 🥰🥰🥰 every single time you post because i love . i just love how you talk about your muses idk how to put it but they feel simultaneously like little pieces of you but also your friends and like.. WE get to hang out with them?? fucken baller dude!!! IDK that's not even touching on your writing quality king. i'm obsessed w it. your level of quality all around entirely. just in the craft of character creation as well as your prose itself. i love all the little headcanons you post just as much as the #deeplore of it all and all of them make your characters feel that much more real on my screen. and YOU !!!!!! care !! you're so warm and contagious and creative, you remind me how much FUN writing can be, which is such a simple thing but i'm so bad at remembering it. all the different au ideas you have, all the different muses you write, canon and oc, the life you give them ok !!! i love how genuinely fun your blogs feel while also offering clear depth and care for them i just... we cannot help but hearteyes at all times. i'm so very bad at conveying my own reciprocating energy for people but yours is so very refreshing and lovely and i WILL say it. i'm gonna say it!!! you're one of thee pillars of the dc rpc in my brain, as WELL as jezebel. i love every single one of your blogs, but i gotta give the grand prix trophy to bel. she's simply a macabre delight who i want to gently hold and easily an oc i will never forget. you're presence in the rpc is so noticed and appreciated and i know i'm not the only one. this got super long and i didn't even gush as much as i wanted to about your writing but just ty for being here and for being your lovely self <3 sending u lots of love and keeping u in my good and safe vibes rotation mwah

see this , jean? it's us. it's us being two little happy woodland creatures in a meadow. give me ur hand in marriage.

[roguestarsailor]

thoughts about emily in paris

pros:

- mindy (+she has her own storyline and gets her growth and conclusion) - fashion is cute lol im not particularly big fan of fashion nor would i ever wear what emily wears but i enjoy it! - love the girl in big city trope (living vicariously through it cuz covid) - dumping deadweight bf to live ur life - hot neighbor - “le vagin” post - even bringing up women’s trouble w sex as they get older ??? - cute as apartment (which realistically would cost ~4k a month??) - chance meeting w people and becoming friends/lovers - cute outdoor seatings - go getter career orientated woman who has expertise in their field to make everything work out!! like imagine a career that is so smooth. being able to find contacts so seamlessly i want that!!1 - seeing the france country side! that shit is ~beautiful~ - that fucken view from her apartment that she doesn’t complain about not being able to afford - gabriel’s apartment w the dark green wall color in his kitchen [chiefs kiss] - getting fired but she keeps showing up to work anyways and everyones like it takes years to be officially fired lol i love that - calling out capitalism when she explained merck and how they created a disease, found a solution for the disease and then marketed the shit out of the solution - its just fun and quirky and relaxing to watch

cons:

- crazy rich asians stereotype (which isnt necessarily bad but i wish i could have seen like a regular trying to get by asian character) - emily sleeps w a minor BIG PROBLEM. i feel like a lot of netflix romcom shows/movies will always feature a young boy falling in love w the main leading lady. im thinking about Desperados and how at one point she gets into the wrong hotel room and shes like in her bath towel and this greasy kid comes up and she of course falls and he sees her nude. like why????? please take minors out of this pls - very american savior complex (although but ive been to paris in HS and i had to have a few conversations where i really think some parian’s views are dated) - there were quite a few older men?? which isnt exactly bad but idk mind the age gaps - that weird relationship emily has w camille and gaberial???? she knows but she still kisses him?? he kisses her back?? they also fucked too??? but she knows?? but also why are camille and gabe together anyways when they clearly arent working out??? - lack of public transport scenes. europe has one of the best public transports in the world and u cannot NOT ride it. its always on time and that shit blows my stupid american brain and its a shame that its not talked about. (although it is truly disgusting sometimes but thats the quirks) - french men aren’t that greaT??? theyre just regular men like where you’ll find literally anywhere - where the pocs at?? are they sleeping?? i know in paris has signifcantly more people and more crowds and more pocs than u can imagine!! - marketing. please stop. theres plenty of careers out there. its either journalist or marketing or advertisement. like are there no other jobs women want?? - that bratty movie star that emily had to babysit - like i hate that trope so much and its so stupid. of course the kid actress is gonna drink and do a shit ton of drugs and run away and trick the handler and fuck around and of course the handler (emily) will run around trying to find the kid and at the same be like fuck it and party w the kid and forget to be the working professional. ugh i hate it - hyping social media. like i get it; influencer culture is changing marketing and is related to emily but i feel like why couldnt this be a story without pulling in the social media aspects?? i think its just annoying to watch influencers through a medium that is suppose to take me away from IRL social media. i dont have my thoughts together w this one yet but that part annoyed me. having the perfect social is such a stressful thing that to showcase it as this fun thing is off putting??

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first thoughts i might come back and edit this page when more thoughts come. i did skim through the tags for EIP and both the good and bad comments for this show is correct! i love any media that romanticize living in another city and being this awesome career woman and finding love at every corner and making friends easily and living in the dream apartment and never complain about money but i can also be critical of it!

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Across the Hudson (Smithson Utivich x Fem!Reader)

Postwar AU: The war just ended. And Private Smithson Utivich has a hard time saying goodbye, especially to you... And the basterds have a hard time holding up the brass's deal with Hans Landa.

@inglourious-imagines @owba-chan @war-obsessed

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Happy New Year!!! <3

It was the basterds' final night in Paris. After that, they'd be transported to a base in England, debriefed, and sent home.

They had another day or two ahead of them, but this was the last time you could all drink and celebrate together.

It was goodbye.

After a long war, a long mission, and a long friendship, you were more than an elite squadron of basterds. You were family. Getting drunk and living one last time together was the only way you knew to say goodbye.

The only problem was, you weren't alone.

One Colonel Hans Landa of the SS managed to finesse his way out of war crime charges.

Not only that, he intended on making your lives impossible as long as he could.

All he had to do, was sit with you basterds, and he knew it.

The Basterd's stopped laughing. The table became uneasy and silent...

You looked at the boys, who were all grimacing, scowling, and frowning, while puffing up a storm of smoke in silence, only interrupting the still tension with an occasional grunt. Donny's knuckles were white as he gripped his glass beer stein. Hugo clenched his jaw and stared square at Landa. Of course, it made Landa uneasy, but after the war, killing Landa would be considered first degree murder. And given that he conjured a false place as a 'war hero,' it would probably be considered a war crime. Still...not many things detered Hugo, after all, to him, a nazi was a nazi. Wicki tapped his leg, resisting to urge to even look at his enemy. The moment he laid eyes on Landa, there was no telling what he'd do. Aldo tried to inhale as much tobacco as possible to be able to keep the peace. Being the boys' lieutenant, he was responsible for everyone at the table. Omar and Hirschberg glanced at each other, knowing what everyone else was thinking. Then there was Smitty... Smitty was looking at you through star-struck, misty eyes of wonder. He loved you from the moment his eyes first fell upon yours, just as you were lined up before Lieutenant Aldo Raine, years ago. He had the heart and courage of a lion, never once thinking twice, running in and out of firefights. He was a war hero. He always had been. But despite all of that, he never was able to conjure up the courage to tell you his truth. His one and only unspoken truth: He loved you. 

Through the years you survived behind enemy lines, covered in gunpowder, bruises, and blood, there were countless times he promised you the war would end, and that everything would be alright.

He was right. The war was over.

But he looked into your eyes in that tavern, and he realized it wasn't alright.

You spent so many years together. Day in and day out, your eyes wishfully wandering towards his, silently hoping one of you would be brave enough to love the other out loud... Waiting for a chance in the world without a war. But when that world finally emerged, you weren't looking back at Smitty. No. You were glaring at the nazi that got away with it. Your eyes full of scorn and hellfire. One more moment, and you would have become an assassin. So.. you stood up, and muttered something about getting a drink.

You came back, glaring at the back of Landa's head, a bottle of champagne in your hand.... One hit.   One hit was all it would take. You could just hear Donny's voice, echoing back from the war, "I hit you, you hit the ground!"

You were so intent on that one last hit that you didn't even realize Aldo leave the booth and pull you away from the table,  "Whooaaa, easy there, private."

You tried to push against Aldo, but he was still your lieutenant. An order was a goddamn order. "Stand. Down."

He lowered his voice trying to keep it lowkey as he talked you through it,

You kept glaring at Landa, half ignoring Aldo's southern wisdom.

Aldo pulled you all the way to the bar, hoping to have your full attention. "Stand down, Y/N. That's an order."

You sighed, and shook your head. "This is so unfair...He...so many nazis...so many of those motherfuckers got away with so much..."

Aldo understood how you felt. Hell every single one of them did. But he couldn't let you throw it all away... Aldo had his orders too: Landa was not to be harmed any more...

"War's over, kid... you needa understand that." Aldo rested his hand on your back, like he had all throughout the war when he was worried you'd go too far too soon. Usually it was enough.

You glanced at the table then back at your lieutenant. "But Aldo-"

Donny had also left the table. He didn't know what was happening but he saw Aldo pulling you away, and heard enough to form his own opinion. "The kid wants to get rid of one last nazi, let her."

Aldo sighed, "Donny."

"What? I don't want that fucken piece of shit over there livin on Nan-fucking-tucket Island! That's too close to home."

You nodded, "See, Donny agrees."

Aldo crossed his arms, "I'd love to get rid of him as much as you, trust me... but you both paid your debts to me. A long time ago. And...the war's over. This isn't killing a nazi anymore. They'd arrest you for murder. The brass wouldn't have it. No more talk about this....lets go back and have our drinks. Say our goodbyes..."

"But."

Aldo sighed as he looked at you. He was tired. Tired of war and injustice. He'd come to realize the world may never truly be free. And he wasn't willing to let you pay the price for a dying hope of revenge. "That's an order, soldier. You're all still under my command until....until..." he looked down...he wasn't so sure he was ready to day goodbye either.

Smitty had appeared between you and Donny, and mumbled, "Till we say goodbye, sir." He brought his drink down on the counter more harshly than usual, and asked the bartender for a double.

Aldo nodded, "Yeah...yeah..." he made it seem as if he was sniffing tobacco but it was really an attempt to hold back any signs of sadness. "Come on, boys. One last time." He patted Donny on the back and guided him back to the table.

Aldo looked back at you, "Y/n? We got a deal?"

"Yeah yeah, you got it, chief."

Donny glanced at you, then Smitty... he’d always been convinced there was something between you and Smitty, but he'd never been able to prove anything.

He smirked at Smitty who simply looked back at him in confusion.

You leaned against the counter and Smitty sat in the bar stool by you.

He downed his drink and looked at you, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Your hair was still tied back with the same bandana it had been tied with for the past few years. Your hair was a color he'd only ever seen under the red sky of nazi-occupied France, but would remember for the rest of his days. Your eyes as wondrous, deep, and mystifying as the farthest stars of the galaxy, as the deepest point of the sea, as the smallest peak in the horizon.

"You coming back to the table?" Your voice tended to be low, years of cover and fear tended to do that. But tonight, your voice was loud and true. A spark he'd only heard on rare nights off, when there were no enemies around, no blood stains on any basterds, and no need to rise with the sun. He'd only heard you so free four or five times in the years he'd known you.

He noticed you were smirking the same way you did we've you had a devilishly brilliant plot... mostly in strikes against the enemies.

He knew you had something up your sleeves. Then again, when didn't you? "Orders are orders, Y/n. Don't forget that."

You smiled at him, and rested your hand against his face, "I won't, don't worry Uti. Come on, let's get back."

He smiled at you and walked with you back to the table, where Aldo was begrudgingly passing on a message from the brass to Landa. "You gotta follow em orders exactly, to a t, ya understand? Be at the debriefing, report to the general, six AM sharp. You fuck any o'that up, anything at all. You so much as a minute late, or take a step anywheres you ain't 'sposed to be, and the deal is off." Aldo set his drink down and leaned his forearm against the table, lowered his voice and cautioned, "And cousin, it'll be open season on your sorry nazi ass."

You smirked..."A minute late, huh?"

Landa took a sip of his wine, grinning as if he had nothing to worry about, as if he truly were innocent of crimes against millions.  "I understand completely, Aldo." He set his wine glass down and stood up,  "I think I'll retire now. Us basterds are never late," he smirked knowing he had just caused everyone to shift and glare in revolt.

It was fairly early in the night though. You and your boys wouldn't let him ruin your last night together.

The rest of you stayed up till the bar closed, and walked up to your hotel rooms together.

Yours was across Smitty's... he lingered a glance at you as he opened his door.

You smiled softly, "Goodnight Uti...see you tomorrow."

He smiled back, though you could tell he was holding something back. His voice was soft, as he sighed sweetly, dreamily, though he wasn't tired, he could dance the night away with you, if given the chance. All he could say though was, "Goodnight, Y/n."

The next morning, Smitty was pacing around. You were all on the boat heading to England for one  meeting, then fly out to DC for the medals of honor, and a debriefing and then one last goodbye.

You had a long flowing green dress on. Your hair was down, and you were free.

Smitty managed to stutter, "You look cute...I-I mean... You always did...do! But...but-" Hirschberg and Omar glanced at each other, smirked, and stared Smitty down. Being the youngest four basterds, the four of you acted much like annoying brothers. This was no exception.

You giggled, and blushed as you glanced shyly toward the sea, as Donny decided to put Smitty out of his misery. "Anybody seen Landa around?"

Hirschberg shrugged, annoyed that Donny had taken pity on Smitty and ended the fun.  "Who cares. Maybe he'll catch up in England."

Hugo smirked silently as he saw your face. He knew you were planning something.

And he kept quiet about it, just as he always had.

Aldo narrowed his eyes. Landa had orders to stay with the basterds, or the deal was off. And Landa was set on getting his immunnity, his medal, his money, and his property on Nantucket Island.

Something wasn't right.

There was no sign of Landa in the meeting in England, on the flight to DC, or in the debriefing, the interviews, or even when you all received the medal of honor.

You and the boys were lined up just before the ceremony.

Aldo sighed, his hands at his hips as he looked up the stage. "Wonder what the fuck happened to Landa."

Smitty saw Hugo smirk. "Oh god Hugo no...After war??? They'll get you for fucking murder!"

"I did nothing to him."

He glanced at you, and all the basterds turned their heads to you in unison, like sunflowers following the sun.

"Ok, ok..." you sighed, "Sometimes...Melatonin pills find their way into drinks... sometimes one too many keep you down for a while... And sometimes alarms don't go off." And sometimes, just every so often, the basterds get the last laugh.

Donny shook his head and laughed, "You fucken basterd, come here, kid!"  He threw an arm around you as he laughed "You always were a smart fucken kid."

They heard their names called from the stage. "These brave, selfless heroes gave it their all and ended the war. They were known as "the basterds" overseas. Lieutenant Aldo Raine. Sergeant Donovan Donowitz-"

The basterds started to chuckle and stifle their laughs as Donny sneered as the rest of you tried to compose yourselves as your names were called, and you approached the stage.

When it was over, there was a reception. You were mixed up with congressmen, senators, generals, celebrities, and the president himself.

You didn't bother going to a club to drink together. DC was teeming with reporters as well as cynics. Paris was enough...It had been a long war. It was time to rest.

It was time to say goodbye...

The next morning, you all stood together one last time at the airport, promising to call and write and meet up as soon as possible.

One last goodbye.

Aldo was going back up the Smoky Mountains, no more bootlegging. Donny was going home to Boston, swearing he'd be working his dad's barbershop the next morning. Hirschberg was going home to Chicago, back to his fiancee, with a box full of letters and his heart.  Wicki was going home to Florida. Everyone joked he liked it there because that was where old people retired to.  Hugo was hoping to find a better life in Seattle than he did in Germany. Omar was moving back home to Brooklyn, and hoping to finish studying. Smitty was going back to his parents in Manhattan, and getting his job back with the paper.

You were going home to Jersey. You hated the idea of taking back your old job as a secretary... You knew there was so much more to the world, to life... You looked back at Smitty. Part of life was falling in love, and fighting for what you believed in. But you were done fighting. You knew there would be plenty of fighting for jobs, boys coming home, demanding you go home. A part of you was done dreaming. Done fighting... You sighed, as you thought "Back to Jersey..." It used to be a joke between Omar and Smitty. They were the New York big-shots...and you were from Jersey... The basterds had split up. Everything was said and done... At last, everyone had gone their separate ways. You lived about a half hour away from Smitty, but your flight was  in a completely different terminal. Smitty and Omar were standing at the gate together. Omar looked at Smitty, "You really gonna let her go, just like that?" "There's nothing between us....There never was." Smitty sighed as he watched you walk away. Through the crowd and distance, he never lost sight of you. Your bright, cheery yellow dress drew his eyes to you... "Oh, buddy, ok. Listen..." Omar took a breath, trying to get it through Smitty's head,  "Literally everyone but you two knew something was goin' on between you." "W...what?" Omar buried his face in his palm in frustration, "Look...Go say goodbye, but the right way." "Right way?" "Fuck's sake, Smitty. Go fucking tell her you love her already!" Omar nudged Smitty forward...and Smitty had never been so terrified in his life. Not during Kino...

The only time that came close was when he first met you... "N-no...I can't, Omar, I-" Omar rolled his eyes. He cupped his hands around his lips, and called out your name, "Y/N!!! HEY, Y/N!" You turned around, and Smitty fell in love all over again. Omar nudged him again, took his duffel bag, and said "I'll give you some space, lover-boy. See you onboard." He started walking away, but turned around again, smirking, as you were just out of earshot, "And I want details, so make this good!" You stood in front of Smitty, your hands clasped in front of you, holding a coin purse. You had just about the right amount of change you needed to get from the airport in Jersey to your home in Union City. "Everything ok? Or is Omar being stupid again?" Smitty laughed a little, and you two just stood in a moment of awkward but knowing silence, You glanced away, and brushed some hair behind your ear. "W-well I guess I better get going...and you better make sure Omar doesn't get in any trouble." "Y/n...wait..." You turned back to look at him, "Yeah?" "Don't go..."

You raised your eyebrow, and tilted your head. You could tell something was going on, "Everything ok, Smitty?" He sighed, "I just...I didn't think the war would ever end...It's just been such a long time, I don't know what the rest of the world is like anymore." You nodded, "Yeah, I know..." He held his breath and blurted out, "I didn't think we'd ever have to say goodbye, Y/n." Your heart felt heavy. You'd been in denial. Every time one of the boys talked about going home, and ending the war, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Smitty, wondering what would become of the two of you. Unforgettable nights that never happened, dreams that never ended, and memories you wanted to make some day... You just never seemed the  have the time. "You ok, Smitty?" He looked up. You could see the heartbreak in his eyes. His voice was soft, and sincere. Not something you'd expect from a  New Yorker, but still... "I'm gonna miss you, Y/n, that's all..." He looked down as if he'd just said the most ridiculous thing. You smiled, and reached out for his hands, "Union City's just across the Hudson, you know." He smiled a little, but the look in his eyes told you everything on his mind. "It's not the same without you..." You smiled back at him. Your heart fluttered. This was your one and only chance. You ended the war, it was time to start something that was worth all you fought for. Goodbye didn't have to mean forever. You held Smitty by the lapel of his coat, and you kissed him. He smiled, his eyes full of love and wonder, as if he questioned whether or not that really just happened.

You whispered, "Meet me Friday night on Coney Island?" "F-Friday?" "Friday." You smiled, and he snapped out of it, smiling and nodding, in a daze as he managed to ask, "Seven work for you?" "Seven's just fine, Smitty." You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and made his heart skip a beat. He sighed with a smile, fully in love with you. More than ever. "See you there..." You winked at him, "Goodbye, Smitty..." He watched you walk away again. Walk away from war, and walking back into his life. 

Things were different... but they were going for the better for him. He heard Omar's pressing, almost panicky voice from the gate, "UTI COME ON, WE'RE BOARDING, YOU BASTERD!" Smitty chuckled to himself a little, 'some things never change...' He sighed as Omar bombarded him with questions as they walked to their seats. Through it all, Smitty couldn't help but smile. Especially when he looked out the window as the plane descended, and spotted the Hudson River... New starts weren't so bad after all.

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“angelii-ii: ok but them talking about pain reminded me of some of my...”

oh I'm down if you want to talk about them dude fdjhgfdjh

you know what? its pain story time gsdfdsfsdfsd ill put em all under a read more. tws for a couple vague mentions of blood, some unsanitary kinda stuff, menstruation, brief mention of surgery (not in any detail) and some detailed descriptions of a whole lotta pain.

okay so in remembering all my pain stories, ive remembered quite a few injuries i got when i was little, that i dont really remember the pain of, i just remember that it was painful, including

falling (with extra momentum) and splitting my gum open on cobblestones

getting smashed in the face with a dodgeball

that time i got a throat infection so bad that breathing hurt and i sat in the school office for several hours before my mum picked me up

falling off monkey bars, landing on my butt and being so winded that i couldn’t speak for ten minutes

being pulled over by my nana’s dog, landing on my shoulder and yet again being winded, this time so bad that i couldn’t breathe in for about ten seconds and for those ten seconds i genuinely thought i might die

that time i got a bladder infection - i remember writhing in pain in the backseat of my mum’s car as she drove me to A&E but i don’t really actually remember the pain

the chronic stomachaches i would have that i recently realised might be connected to my possible lactose intolerance/sensitivity and the fact that i pretty much only drank milk as a child (can you guess how the bladder infection happened)

with doing pole, i constantly get covered in bruises and such and a lot of moves cause some low-level pain but that’s because of the grip - the pain is mostly due to like, the pulling on the skin and its never really more than a few bruises and some tender skin on the thighs (except for that time where i somehow tore the skin of my thigh... underneath the top layer of skin fsdsadsa). the closest i’ve gotten to a proper pole injury is falling out of a duchess onto my arse and being a little more bruised that usual, and the several times in the past couple months that i’ve smashed my head into the pole whilst doing a flying cat at full power. 

and honestly pole has done a lot for my pain threshold. it’s like, i notice the pain is there, but it doesn’t bother me because i’ve felt it so often. and its also because i know that the pain of keeping this grip is way way less than the pain that i will feel if i let go sdfsdfsdfsd i find myself with so many small bruises now that i know aren’t from pole because of the position of them but i cant think where i got them - because they’re probably from bumping into things and that pain is so small and common to me that i immediately forget about it

on the other hand i also have. really bad hips. and sometimes when im just moving, ill catch a nerve and a shot of pain will go through my entire leg and that shit hurts. ive noticed it most commonly happens if i twist when im stepping somewhere but i dont turn the leg thats planted. i was also once balancing on one leg whilst putting a sock on and my hip just. popped out. and i think it immediately went back but i couldnt properly move that leg for ten minutes and i was in a fair bit of pain

my worst pain experiences though... hoo boy. i kinda narrowed them down to three.

im afab and i have periods so of course i gotta deal with cramps every so often, and they can get pretty bad - just like, doubled over, seeking out anything warm to put on my stomach. i’d say about a 5 on the pain scale. but after my gsce exams (exams that uk kids take in year 11 which is the equivalent of sophomore year of high school. they’re the first exams you take that you get an actual qualification from) i didnt have my period for 3 months. and if im late on my period, my cramps get bad. so on the 17th august, a week before my 16th birthday, ya boy was in fucking agony and for some reason in my brain i was also vehemently against taking any painkillers. eventually my nana convinced me to take one of her morphine tablets though and i felt way better hdfgdsff

theres also the time last november when i got an ear infection. earlier that day i had had a massive nosebleed that lasted for about 20 minutes and made me feel super woozy, so along with all the shit that came with dealing with that (i had to go to A&E to get checked out) it was already a pretty rough day. and then that evening my ear started hurting real bad and it just progressively got worse, and i hardly slept that night at all. i was in pure agony by like. 1am and it lasted the entirety of the night, no matter that i took painkillers. the only reprieve i got was at one point, i was watching yt videos and an ad for headspace came on, and i listened along to the meditation thingy it was doing, but of course once the ad was over, the pain was back full force and i could do nothing but cry (so of course i started to get a headache on top of all of it). thankfully once i got to the doctors the next day and got some antibiotics, it cleared up super fast. i was also talking to darkwarf (i wont tag him so he doesnt have to read this fdsffds) and funnily enough our talks that night were what birthed his character teddy.

and then what i think is officially the worst pain ive ever been in, was the first time i got my tailbone infection. me and my mum went on a coach to a roller derby game and at the end of the day my tailbone was aching quite a bit, as if i’d bruised it. i brushed it off as just being the fact that i had sat in shitty coach seats for several hours, then uncomfortable plastic chairs for more hours, then shitty coach seats again. the next day though. ya boi was in agony again. i could not find any way to be comfortable - the closest i could get to comfort was standing. every movement of my hips was pure pain and i couldnt walk properly. the pain was so bad i just could not put one foot in front of the other and i ended up walking by essentially swiveling on each foot and keeping my hips as still as possible.  the worst part was when my mum drove me to the walk in centre - although i knew that i was going to where i would be helped, the car. oh, the car. somethign about that seat - and since this infection has recurred several times, i know it is a feature of all car seats - maybe it was the angle, or whatever, but it was pure agony to sit in. i spent the whole car ride with my arm on the car door and my other hand on the car seat, holding myself up to make it not so bad, but with every bump of the car, pain was fucken. shooting through me. it would take me like 10 full seconds to lower myself into a chair or push myself out of one.  sleeping was awful cause i sleep on my side and i turn quite a few times before i can get to sleep - and of course turning with my hips how they were was incredibly painful. im not very vocal when it comes to pain but this thing had me yelping and everything. plus the antibiotics i had to take were fucking miserable. they tasted absolutely disgusting and i had to have them 4 times a day on an empty stomach (no food 2 hours before or 1 hour after) for 2 week and it was awful. this bastard is also recurring. the last time it got super bad was funnily enough about a week after my ear infection. honestly yall. late nov-dec 2018 was the worst fucken time for my physical health. but actually! in 2020 i am hopefully getting a surgery to stop the infections once and for all! but with the way the NHS is going, honestly who fucking knows. i do know that i will hunt down and kill boris johnson if he stops me getting this surgery.

[makebelievetimeformymind]

Don’t believe me, ask him. Part 3

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester, Jaslyn (OFC), Silas (OMC), Reese (OFC), Crowley

 Word count: 2,523

 Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

 Warning: (Not too sure what all to put here) Language, speaking of drug use and alcohol, simple flirting, (18+ only), this one don’t apply too much for this one but there's no telling what may come.

 A/N: I do not own supernatural or any of it's characters besides the OFC's I have created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission please. That is if it is even good enough for such wanting. This is my first try at any fan fiction writing. Please be honest with how you feel about it. The only way to get better in my mind is by taking others opinion's into thought. Unless it's just hate crap, then save it for the birds.

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Don’t Believe me, ask him Part 3

Walking out of the blood bank I spotted Dean and Sam outside leaning on the impala. ‘How fucken sexy is she?’ I couldn’t help my eye ball the whole car, not even paying attention to the guys looking back and forth to each other with wide eyes.

“Like what you see, huh?” Dean voice lingering getting his words out.

“Yessir, I sure do” I said, switching my eyes from the car to him. The shine in his eyes were unreal. My heart fluttered, again.

“Get in doll, we’re gonna take a classic today. Not that ricer you be driving.” He chuckled out loud.

Rolling my eyes I slid into the back seat. I couldn’t lie about how this car was a wet dream to myself but I wasn’t gonna let him know such knowledge. Dean drove us to a small café down the road close to the bar we first encountered each other at. There aren’t too many places to go around here being such a small town.

As we were walking into the café the waitress perked her head up from her phone and laid eyes upon Dean first. She slowly made her way to Sam and never once looked at me. Her eyes lit up with joy as she glanced back at Dean but once I made her line of vision her face went sour.

“Hello, my name is Reese and will be your waitress for the afternoon. What may I get y’all to drink?” She was trying to sound sweet. Handing us our menus her eyes never left Dean’s face but to look his arms up and down. He paid no attention to her drools just looked over at me. Sam’s eyes switched back and forth between Dean and me sitting next to each other and back to the bimbo with a smile. I glanced at Sam then back to Dean, who was already looking back at her and slowly to the waitress with a cheesy smile.

“A beer for me and”, Dean nodded over at me “whatever she wants.” Reese looked down at her pad waiting for to answer.

“Water, with lemon please on the side, lots of it please.”

“Sweet ice tea with lemon.”

“Okay, I will be right back with those drinks.” She said, getting one good smile in at Dean before spinning around to walk away.

I looked over at Sam waiting on one of them to bring up the reason we were here to start with. I could only hope I wasn’t about to put myself in between a rock and a hard place.

“Sooo, who is gonna start this awkward conversation were about to have.” I said, winking at Sam.

“Uh, well. I guess I will.” Sam sat up some to straighten his back placing his hand folded in front of him. “Jaslyn, there were blood bank donation bags found next to a girl half drained. There is only one blood bank in this area-”

“and you work at it.” Dean chimed in. I switched back and forth trying to look clueless. ‘Fucking A’

My heart started to race. Silas still hadn’t said anything to me so I’m flying solo here. Feeling a lump in my chest I try my best to think of anything to say.

“And?” I turned my body towards Dean leaning against the wall to look him right in the eyes. Reese was on her way back with our drinks thank god.

“Now, what may I get ya’ll to eat?” She said, after sitting our drinks down without any lemon. “What about you handsome?” Looking at Dean she flashed her dimples.

“Uh, excuse,” Expecting her to at least look at me, I kept talking, “I asked for lots of lemon on the side and my buddy here also asked for some.” I started out sounding decently nice but by the end my tone was annoyed because she wasn’t paying any attention. I could see Sam looking at me out of the corner of my eye and Dean turning to look too. She finally took her eyes off him when no one was looking at her but me. “Lemon, please…” Giving her a sassy smirk showing my own dimples she narrowed her eyes at me and walked away.

“Rude much?” Dean chuckled out. “You didn’t have to bite her head off”

“Maybe if she could drool and do her job correctly at the same time there would have been no need for me to be short.” Making a snorting sound I shrugged my shoulders. Shortly after getting that out my mouth she was back with my lemon. “Thank you, ma’am”

“May I get ya’ll something to eat?” Her attention was still only on Dean. The rumors about women loving him were sure true.

“I don’t know about these two here but I could go for the house burger and fries.” Dean answered without even looking at the menu.

Sam shook his head, “I’m gonna pass and just stick to my drink.” She was finally making her way around the table, vision wise.

I wasn’t too sure if I felt like eating or not. Not being medicated messed with my appetite and since they picked me up I wasn’t able to smoke my daily lunch blunt. She was focused on me waiting with her pen in hand and pad in the other, pen flopping slightly and eyebrows lifted with impatience. “My apologies, I didn’t have a chance to look because of the guys here.” Opening the menu I could hear her let out a sigh. “Let me get the cheese sticks with marinara.”

“Okay then, house burger with fries and an order of cheese sticks,” adding a bit of sass, “Correct?”

“Try not to forget the marinara with it.” I mentioned with my own amount of sass as she started to walk away.

“Do you two know each other?” Sam asked with curiosity in his voice turning his head sideways slightly.

Dean shifted his shoulders toward me and placed his arm on the back of the booth. “Yeah, vibes between you feels like there’s some history. You steal her boyfriend or something? Girl…? I never got an answer about that the other night by the way…” His smile made my heart jump some.

‘Dude, what the fuck’

Chuckling I took a sip of my water and started squeezing the lemons in it. Sam and Dean were waiting on me to respond but I just kept mixing my lemon water trying to make it stronger.

“Because that would be super hot and we may even have a friend that would interes-“

“Dean, Charlie doesn’t need you playing match maker and I’m sure Jaslyn don’t need your help either.” Sam busted out laughing to his brother’s face expression. Dean bunched up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing like that.. She is my best friend’s ex.” I said, like it was nothing. It was nothing. Silas was my best friend and for the last 6 months that’s all he had been, a friend. They were broken up before I moved to this town. “They had some falling out shortly before I moved here, couldn’t tell ya what over. All I know is they broke up and to her I’m the reason. She thinks we’re banging. I’m the home wrecker” I said, using quotation marks with my fingers for home wrecker. ‘Sure, let me tell you all about my soul selling best friend I met during take your daughter to work day’

A few moments later she brought our food correctly to us and went on her merry way to check on other tables.

“Back to why we asked you to speak to us,” Sam trying to change the subject he leaned in over the table, “Have you noticed any strange activities around the office or around town?”

“Strange like how?” I raised my eyes brows and him.

“Well, for starters there have been 3 dead bodies found drained of their blood. They all had IV marks in the arm but for one. Renee Jenkins was found sliced up with no IV marks along with a bag from your job.” Dean said, picking up his burger.

My heart started to tighten. “I didn’t know about any murder until I saw the photos you had at the bar. As far as the other’s, I don’t watch the news for that reason right there. I already know how fucked up it is up here so why bother?”

“Up here?” They both caught what I said and tilted their heads at me. “What do yo-“ both at the same time again.

“Hold on Sammy.” Dean said, sitting his burger down. “What do you mean by up here?”

‘Quick Jas, think... THINK.’

“You don’t believe in heaven and hell?” Lifting my head up in confidence I looked back and forth into their eyes. Showing no sign of worry on my face the best I could I dipped my cheese stick and took a huge bite. Dean already had half his burger down. “Or do you believe the whole hell on earth shit?”

“Oh no... There is a hell for sure.”

“You speak like you have some sort of experience in that area.”

“Jaslyn, who all works at the clinic?” Once again, Sam was trying to keep us all on track. Dean was eye balling me.

“There’s me, my boss, who’s the manager and the two nurses that take the blood. That’s it.” With bags being found, me not being able to do my weekly count and not going through the fanny pack before coming back to work I have no way of telling if the bag was mine or not. But deep in my heart something is telling me Silas didn’t do this now. Nothing is adding up. The first two people, whoever they are, could possibly been Silas, even then I know he wouldn’t kill someone, but this chick they are asking about now couldn’t be. The moment they said she was sliced up I knew it wasn’t him.

“Who is in charge of inventory?”

“That would be me.” I said raising my hand to the waitress since she hadn’t been back around since bringing our food. She saw me and rolled her eyes.

Dean had already finished his burger by the time she made it to us. I hadn’t ate a whole cheese stick but my lunch break was about over so it didn’t matter. “Can I get a to-go carry out?”

The boys looked at their watches. They must have forgotten I was on a lunch break and had a job to get back to while they were working on their own.

“Sorry dudes. Is there any way we can finish this in the car. I need to start heading back.”

As we paid our bill Reese spoke loudly, “Ya’ll be sure to come on back and see me ya hear.” Smiling her fake grin she turned to me. “I sure hope Silas knows you’re out with two strangers having lunch.”

“Nah, but I know you will be sure to let him know for me.” Walking out the front door I could hear her start to say something under her breath but couldn’t make it out so I turned back around. “Be sure to tell him I rode in their car too. It’s a classic. He ass would almost love it as much as me.” I hollered over my shoulder laughing. 

Sam and Dean followed me out to the parking lot laughing their heads off. “Are you sure you didn’t steal anything from her?” This time it was Sam questioning me. “From the sounds of it you di-“

“I already told ya’ll I didn’t take shit from her.” I said, opening my door sliding into the middle of the back seat. “I’ma level with ya’ll… but I gotta know mister beer-thirty I needs to smoke before getting back to work, are you gonna let me or what?”

Dean eyed me through the rear view mirror. Sam tilted his head toward his smiling brother. “Don’t you burn anything back there ma’am”

Sam’s eyes grew huge with shock. “The man who doesn’t let dogs in here is gonna let a chick smoke a j?”

“Shut your pie hole, Sammy.”

Giggling I pull my pre-rolled blunt out and roll my window down some. Sparking it I finished. “So, as I was saying…. I’ma level with ya’ll. This morning my boss told me not to worry about the baggy count. Just told me to send out my normal doings and off into his office he went.”

Dean looked over at Sam.

“Anyhow,” I said, exhaling the thick smoke. “I been working there going on five months and I’ve always done the count and ordered what we needed ‘til today.”

We were almost back to the clinic by now and I hadn’t even got to smoke half. ‘I’ma have to go through that pouch’

“Think you could try and do a count for us. It would be a huge solid.” Sam was turned all the way around now facing me. “Please, Jaslyn. Something in my heart is telling me you have nothing to do with all of this. That you’re just a girl working at a place that just happens to be the focus of something not natural.”

‘Yeah, maybe not this… but.. still. You silly boys’

Pulling into the parking lot I slung my purse over my shoulder and dabbed the blunt out on the bottom of my shoe. “I can’t make any promises. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you Jaslyn. So much.” Sam said as I got out.

“Can I get your number? You know, in case we need to be in touch. Well, we do really..” Dean grinned at me showing those lovely whites. Those dimples were to die for.

“I mean, I suppose ya’ll can have it to be in touch.”

Sam let out a loud laugh, “I like her.”

I walked over and took the cell from Dean’s hand, “I do too.” He smoothly said, winking at me.

“Call me later Sir. If I don’t pick up I’ll call you back when able.” Before I could make it to my desk I was getting a call on my cell. ‘Dean already?’

My heart was jumping with joy until I saw the name.

“Yes, Father?” With my voice full of sass, “How may I help you today? Anybody needing any talking’s to so you can grasp their desperate souls?”

“Mock me how you please but no daughter of mine will be associating with the Winchesters.”

Sitting down in front of my computer I kicked my purse under the desk glanced at my boss’s office door. “Look, I do not have time for this. There are far more important things I have going on compared to you being worried about how you may look in front of other. Others who ar-“

“The daughter of the King of hell cannot and will not be hanging out with the Winchest-“

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing there aren’t many who even know of me, huh!”

Word Count: 2,523

[pegasusdragontiger]

My 11 Questions

I was tagged by @ohevansmycaptain

My 11 Questions:

1. First thing you do when you wake up?

 Hm I cleanse my face got into the habit as I used to work morning shift and had no time to do it as I had to be at work by 7-30am so I would wake up like about 3am to cleanse face, sit down and read fan fic and my book, then have breaky got dressed then watch the TODAY SHOW AUSTRALIA which is my lifeline and so freaken hilarious if you’re from the US look them up on you tube it will not only brighten your day but you will laugh till you cry and or pee your pants! They are that funny. Now though as I work different shifts I still cleanse my face in the morning but not so early!.

2. What song do you rock out to in the shower?

 Oh god that could be anything from U2, Led Zepplin, Beatles, Beegees, rolling stones, good charlotte, Coldplay, Adele, Fleetwood Mac, Imagine dragons, dmx. And others I can’t mention because my brain can’t think of any right now!

3. Where is your dream holiday destination?

Oh this is like I have so many like Europe, North America, South Pacific, Japan. 

4. What is your favorite comfort food?

Loaded question hands down probably chocolate.

5. Favorite Disney movie? (I know, it’s a tough one.)

 SERIOUSLY!! Aw man Beauty and The Beast, was goling to say all I can’t and seriously I can’t but. It was the first movie that I saw in a cinema, first time I saw a Brunette as a princess, first time I saw a character a female one that could read, love reading and had a MIND OF HER OWN. Some may say but it tells young girls that Stockholm syndrome is okay I say yeah I get that but fk off! The first time we saw an independent woman with a mind of her own saying no to a prick/town favourite she must marry him because it was expected of her. That having a family with only 1 parent was okay. That you could be weird and wonderful and brilliant and that was okay.

6. If you could have one wish, what would you wish for?

 I have no idea I could say world peace, but I would say that for everyone to get along, that the homeless people had places to go that people in need of support have a better system and access to it.

7. If you could spend the day with anyone, living or dead, who would it be?

 God this would be so hard!!! Like I have so many people like Robbin Williams, John Lennon, Cleopatra, Alexander the great and to pick his brain for a life time!!

8. What is happiness to you?

 Hanging round my friends and they are down, or hearing about one of my fave fan fic writers is down and doing/saying something that I did as a kid or right now and seeing them laugh and they laugh for a while and I look at them and say with an affronted face it was funny but not that funny you pee your pants! Giving hugs to them or sending them. Having them tell me that they had or are having a shit week and I made it better be being a goofball If I give someone either I know/ just met/ or talk through Ao3 or tumblr a smile or giggle or life it makes my day.

9. What is your favorite season, and why?

 Yeah this one is hard, would say Winter as you can put on layers, with Summer you can’t do anything but suffer and die and say why me! Fkn Aussie summer is just a bloody nightmare!!

 10. Do you believe in fate?

 Yes, as I had so many close calls it was fate that I randomly got a job with the place that I do just wish they’d give me more fkn shifts!

11. Why are you such an amazing human being? (I’m cheating with this one, I know.)

I had so many influences like my dad loves Looney tunes reruns/ Abbott and Costello, and others which went to my brother and he past it on to me so I have this Sarcastic humour from watching all these funny shows and other stuff. Like I have a shitty messed up life I have someone in my life and in my friend circle that have mental illness and it just, you have no choice but to get back up and keep living if you stop to think or talk about it you are in a ball in the corner doing nothing but crying and screaming in pain. Yu have no choice but to go second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour and keep going in a way moving no laughing when you know you shouldn’t trying to have a life. So I know how hard it is I know how fucken shit life is. I know what it’s like to be constantly put down nearly every person in my life who I won’t ever mention has verbally put me down either about me/ my job/ not being successful not having a partner/married, not having kids, not having my own home/ or car. I have had it and continue to have it chucked in my face. Apparently, I am not allowed to have a life. So that is why to all the Authors I follow on here and Ao3 why I give you all nonstop support and encouragement, joy, laughter, affection. Because I may not get the hate mail or the verbal comments I do not like bullies, but I want you guys to feel the happiness that you give me to know that you have given me and us a gift of escape of forgetting our shit life knowing we aren’t and never alone! I don’t do it for a new update because I love giving affection and making people happy and like only 4 years ago I was able to watch Bambi and fkn not cry! To know that you guys are so talented I am going to comment as much as I can for however long I can and you all have such different and exciting ways of telling stories that it is my crack for Life!!! Love you all!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤.

My 11 questions 

1) What is your Favourite Movie and Tv show?

2) If you have a favourite Sport as a kid and now or activity?

3) Favourite Animal?

4) Favourite Colour? and why?

5) The go to song whether happy and sad?

6) Favourite Meal?

7) If you could Travel anywhere for free where would it be?

8) Which Marvel Character would you like to be?

9) Favourite Drink?

10) All time favourite book?

@ilovethings-somuch @littleplebe @mcgregorswench @glynnisi @cinnaatheart or anyone else that wants to do this no pressure!!!

[arvoze]

man, this was sent like, nearly 2 weeks ago or w/e, and i completely ignored it bc i didnt have the energy/ability to care (you literally sent these when it was between 1 - 2am my time) but, it was recently brought to my attn that you put both me + lal in your byf (because i.... banned you from a server i guess, and that means lals at fault too?) so.

i guess it’s high time i answer this lmao. maybe you wont even see this. maybe youll vague abt me for the next few weeks and try and make me out to be a bad person, but i dont care lol. anyways this is under a cut bc its pointless drama i guess. ask 2 tag

additionally: this isnt rly meant to act as a callout post. but since u asked on anon (and im pretty sure we’re mutually blocked) i cant really talk about this privately. this is mostly just.. well. answering your question. ive written this little paragraph after i’ve written everything below, so like, idk dude, it happens sometimes, i get rly heated abt shit and then cool down after a while. so this is wild.

edit: i havent read this thru nor do i care about reading it through. are there a bunch of typos? probably. dont care though

i dont rly have the energy to pull up Everything esp because that lke.... requires going thru so many discord messages adn i really just. dont care enough to sift through everything

“but if u dont care why are you writing this” shut up u wanted answers didnt u lol

nyways heres just . some shit lmao

man firstly let’s deal w your post abt my server

+ dont worry! ive got it archived in case u delete it bc who knows what ud do lol. nyways

lets just do some breakin apart on this:

i was lterally shaking at the time and having my OWN panic issues but i guess you dont rly take that into consideration lol?

this is one of the biggest exaggerations like ... you made it sound like the server was some big special place jdfghdkj theres literally 4 mods and 2 of them didnt even talk to you. the other 2 were me and lal

like half of the server isnt even fucken active on the server and the majority of the other half dont even care about unfollowing/blocking u. what a wild assumption. thts the funniest shit 2 me

please you literally sent me 3 asks when it was way too early in the morning 4 me expecting me to reply as if it was possible for me to give u all the reasons in like 10 minutes jesus christ

ths is one of the ugliest posts ive ever seen + this was posted before you were banned frm the server. several ppl in the server have bpd + i was absolutely not willing to have smeone who says this sht abt their illnesses around (re: the whole “not actively in therapy” and shit. fuck off lol)

here’s some other stuff on my list that you might remember:

(kin stuff) being fully aware that my brother wasn’t - and still isn’t - okay with doubles with a specific character, and that you were specifically warned whilst he was offline, and you knew this was the case, yet decided that your best way of explaining something was..... fuck dude, whats the wording you used? “i’d say but some people here aren’t ok with doubles” or some shit which is! literally just as bad! and tht shit has fucked my bro up so severely tht he still fuckn..... thinks abt + the shit uve said In General (shrugging emoji)

heres a fucken wild ride for u: ur the reason he left th server anyways and why the second i banned u i was immediately happy because holy shit i can talk to my bro again bc i could invite him back! to a chat where he doesnt have to deal w someone who causes him constant panic attacks! wowee

lets not forget me expressing my extreme distaste of lying [person] + r.idged.og + ridg.epho.s but u completely ignoring that shit (+ wowie remember when u said lying was yr friend and that you didnt like me venting negatively abt them bc my nasty experiences r somehow less important than ?? tht shit??? lol anyways)

god the entire fucking drama w the lying shit . i cant believe i was on yr side for a while jdfghkj. that whole fiasco was so shitty. nyways thts nothing to do w me its just something that made so many ppl uncomfy

remember when you left the lying chat and then vented to us about shit but then rejoined the lying chat unbeknownst to us + caused shit again (surprise, i know about that)

you, generally, made several people uncomfortable (myself included), and as the owner of the server, i’d much rather kick one person from the server than have several people being uncomfortable. but if that’s an unreasonable thing to do then please, inform me, because that’s news to me.

whilst i dont support alex or alex’s partner in any way, shape or form (before u try and call me a fucken apologist/supporter/whatever lol), the blatant deliberate misgendering of alex’s partner on your byf was extremely shitty of you (which has since been fixed, but yikes).

(kin stuff) pretending to not be a double around lal, knowing he’s not comfortable with doubles (which, maybe you’re not! but given you’re kin w mc.ree + got that in your byf, and don’t have anything abt not follwing if ur x.phos in ur byf...... boyo)

god theres more but im not willing to dig up all the shit + also dont want to ask other ppl about their personal problems bc thats exposing them to a past/experience they probably want to forget about/never revisit

if u found this? congratulations. you got your answers.

if ur gonna vague abt me? go ahead. i dont really see what ive done wrong lmao.

also, re: why i didn’t tell you anything at all,

i was having a panic attack and almost throwing up

i kept trying to find reasons to keep you in the server, because i didn’t want problems to arise

i will literally never talk to ppl abt this kinda shit privately bc i dont want people to feel bad but 2 late