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meet-again · 1 year ago
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I spend so much time saving and categorizing stuff for ease of finding later cus like, i have terrible memory and i like having fun stuff.
But its also a little weird. Like, all of this? Just for me?
an entire library of bookmarks to ao3 and ff.net, a gallery full of art split up into like 80 categories, around 60 tiktok bookmark collections
All of that for me? Just me?
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mcflymemes · 8 months ago
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PROMPTS FROM GHOSTBUSTERS (1984) *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary. who ya gonna call?
i want you to concentrate.
you can't see these, can you?
i'm getting a little tired of this!
what are you trying to prove here, anyway?
will you excuse me for a second?
we're close on this one. i can feel it.
you are a legitimate phenomenon.
this is big, [name], this is very big. there is definitely something here.
that would have worked if you hadn't stopped me.
i hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly.
back off, man. i'm a scientist.
listen! do you smell something?
this happened to you before?
could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?
one of us should actually try to speak to it.
i'm gonna take back some of the things i've said about you.
the possibilities are limitless!
this is preposterous. i demand an explanation.
your methods are sloppy and your conclusions are highly questionable.
you don't know what it's like out there.
for whatever reasons... call it fate, call it luck, call it karma, i believe that everything happens for a reason.
where are we going to get the money?
i think this building should be condemned.
hey, does this pole still work?
wow, this place is great. when can we move in?
you gotta try this pole.
hey, we should stay here tonight! sleep here! you know, try it out!
you wanna come in for a mineral water or something?
are you troubled by strange noises in the night?
have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?
we're ready to believe you!
you can't park that here!
i bet you like to read a lot, too.
i collect spores, mold, and fungus.
i'd like to talk to someone, please.
what i'm about to say may sound a little unusual.
i'm sorry, i don't believe in any of those things.
if something's gonna happen here, i want it to happen to me first.
you don't act like a scientist.
i'm gonna go for broke. i am madly in love with you.
i bet you're going to be thinking about me after i'm gone.
hey, anybody seen a ghost?
did you ever report it to anyone?
i hope we can take care of this quietly.
well, no sense worrying about it now.
i think we'd better split up.
don't move. it won't hurt you.
i feel so funky.
there's something very important i forgot to tell you.
wait wait wait! i've always wanted to do this.
well, that wasn't such a chore now, was it?
we came! we saw! we kicked its ass!
you're a big celebrity now.
so who the hell was that?
i'm not at liberty to say.
i want to know more about what you do here.
that's a big twinkie.
do you have any excedrin or extra strength tylenol?
listen, maybe if we start dancing, other people will join in.
that's a different look for you, isn't it?
do you want this body?
i want you inside me.
you said before you were waiting for a sign. what sign are you waiting for?
i have a terrible feeling that something awful is going to happen to you.
i think that would be extraordinarily dangerous.
how about a little music?
you had your chance to cooperate, but you thought it'd be more fun to insult me. well, now it's my turn, wise ass.
i'm not interested in your opinion.
if he does that again, you can shoot him.
i am going to get you a nice fruit basket.
i was in no way prepared for that.
you wanna play rough?
are you a god?
let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown!
i couldn't help it. it just popped in there.
well, that's something you don't see every day.
sorry, [name]. i'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
i feel like the floor of a taxi cab.
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago
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I came back from the movie theaters (Fnaf Movie) My lord I FREAKING LOVED IT THE WHOLE THING IDC AHHH Ahem-
I saw that requests are open, SO a Platonic Headcanon Request if you don't mind, Fnaf (Movie) Animatronics with Gender-Neutral (17-soon to be 18) Reader as the new security guard? or maybe tags with Mike and possibly Abby? (Reader ain't tall just-idk 5'2 maybe I am projecting-)
(I know this request doesn't make sense because of the tiredness due to staying up late because of excitement. Feel free to delete this ask if its too complicated)
bonus: If you want to, You can also Include Chica's Cupcake
Have a nice day/night, From 📞 ☕ (PhoneCoffee) Anon
Oh I can definitely work with this ^^
......
When you started working at Freddy's overnight, you hoped this would be your last summer job ever before you turned 18.
"Steve" said it was all pretty straightforward: watch the cameras and make sure nobody broke in.
Easy as pizza pie, right?
Well, when you realized one of the animatronics very subtly moved from their usual spot, you wanted to check them out for yourself.
Plus, sitting in the office for six hours every night would def get boring as hell.
So you head to the main stage area, finding the whole gang mysteriously gone--Foxy included.
Then you get surprised by them emerging from different places in the pizzeria, eyes glowing a sinister yellow as they surround you, wary of your intentions.
"O-Oh hey..um..Fazgang?" You try your best not to look so terrified.
Surely someone was controlling them, right? They couldn't possibly hurt you.
Yet they stop and collectively realize "wait, isn't this a teenager? And why are they working this job??"
But since you're not wrecking anything in the pizzeria (or screaming bloody murder unlike the last guard), they spare you and are just very chill overall.
You now start to believe all the rumors of them being haunted by little children.....although not even that scares you.
On the second night, you learn that they can understand simple drawings--and that's how you pretty much communicate with them and build up trust.
While Bonnie is regarded as the "most aggressive", he was a real sweetheart who let you shine his guitar and hugged you tightly to express his thanks.
Alas you haven't found a way to stop it from constantly short-circuiting when he strums it...but you vow to figure something out.
Chica was equally as sweet, although for some reason Carl the Cupcake made you feel nervous.
The way he can be on the plate one moment and then disappear the next makes you worried that he'll sneak up on you and bite your ankles off.
But as long as Chica's around, that won't ever happen.
Although Foxy looks quite dangerous, you try your best to patch up the hole in his chest using some spare parts from backstage while being oblivious to the deadly Freddy mask saw trap in the corner, something he's grateful for.
He even sang you a little sea shanty as thanks!
Freddy was the first to be suspicious of you, but after seeing a drawing you made of him, he grows to like your presence, too. Especially after how nice you've been to his bandmates.
So you definitely survived more than five nights at this place--longer than anyone so far.
When Mike gets hired and comes in for his first shift with you, he's surprised that a teen is training him.
He suspects this was some lousy summer job you were forced to get and thinks you're gonna act miserable the entire time you work together and not actually teach him shit.
But as it turns out, you love your job!
You show him the Fazgang during their "showtime" performance and assure him that while they may look creepy, they're not bad at all.
And while you're not getting paid extra to do simple maintenance on them, you still enjoy trying to keep them in tip-top shape (especially Foxy, who needs repairs the most).
Mike seriously thinks you shouldn't be doing that as it's not in the job description AND it could be dangerous.
Even if you have expertise in robotics, he still thinks it's not worth losing a limb or finger to those complex contraptions.
Like he almost did after getting near a springlock suit.
But you just teasingly remind him who the trainer is..and he goes quiet.
Foxy overhears this, and you see him snickering from behind the Pirate's Cove curtain, amused by you basically schooling this 25-27 year old man.
Unfortunately he startled poor Mike, who looks over quickly.....only to find the fox standing in his usual position, acting completely normal.
"Was he just laughing at us...?"
"Nope." You play dumb, shrugging. "Must be his voice box malfunctioning....c'mon. Let's see if we can fix that."
Least to say, you're not gonna let him sleep on the job anytime soon.
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redr0sewrites · 2 months ago
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You said you would elaborate on reader with sensitive wings for Lute😍😍😍 Could you also possibly do this for Adam??? We love our angels
🥀A/n: YEEEEEEASSSSDSSSJSJSJSH ‼️sorry this is so late i forgot it in my drafts 🥲
🥀Cw: smut, switch!reader, wing kink (?), wings r an erogenous zone bc ermm i said so
🥀Character(s): Adam x reader
🥀minors dni w the nsfw portion
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Sfw:
Adam does NOT keep up with his wings. lets face it, he struggles with remembering to preen himself, often leading to him being verrryy uncomfortable
however, he probably refuses to let anyone else touch his wings, putting himself in quite the predicament. he doesn't want to seem incapable, of course he can preen himself he just doesn't feel the need to until his wings practically feel like they're falling off
it just doesn't really register for him yk?
HOWEVER, when it comes to your wings? he practically BEGS you for an opportunity to touch them
he loves the intimacy of it, loves that you trust him enough to allow him to see you in a vulnerable light, and it helps him to eventually feel more comfortable with you touching his wings
Adam really likes tickling your wings, and it's genuinely kinda sweet.
(yk how like people will blow raspberries onto someone? its sortaa similar to a hickey but without the biting, and it tickles. its hard to explain, but iykyk. just look it up. trust.)
anyways, he's a huge fan of back hugs and loves just coming up behind you and pulling you to his chest while burying his face in your feathers. he then proceeds to blow rasberries and kiss your wings until your giggling and squirming away- he just LOVES hearing you laugh
steals your feathers literally ALLLL the time ! his side of the bed is probably covered in your feathers because whenever you shed them, he collects them instead of throwing them away (he claims it's because they keep him warm, but you both know your scent is calming to him and your feathers calm him down )
Adam definitely puffs his wings out to seem bigger when he first met you, he's trying to impress you SO bad. the first time you compliment his wings he gets really excited, and would probably compliment yours too
Adam is actually quite clumsy, he's a big dude and his wings take up a lot of space, which is why he tends to tuck them under his arm rather than keep them behind his back. its a lot more informal, but it's definitely more comfortable for him
loves when you rest your wing over him when your sleeping beside him. it makes him feel all soft n fuzzy
nsfw:
if you think your wings aren't sensitive, then you simply haven't met Adam yet because he WILL pavlov you into having the most sensitive, erogenous wings ever.
teases you in public a LOT. comes up behind you and strokes your wing like..., hey..,, knowing damn well that it turns you on- then playing innocent when you glare at him!!
enjoys shibari, and loves tying your wings down, ESPECIALLY with gold ropes- there's something very possessive about seeing one of his signature colors stretched out across your most sensitive appendages
likes gently ticking your wings during sex so you start giggling, only to cut your giggles off with a moan when he starts fucking you even harder
if your being bratty, Adam makes you cockwarm him and plays with your wings while you squirm in his lap. he won't even move a muscle, no matter how much he wants to- he's staying perfectly still while shesthed inside you, yet he continuously rubs circles on the most sensitive parts of your wings and makes you cum from that stimulation alone
Adam can be MEAN sometimes when it comes to your wings- edging you by caressing them but not letting you cum or touching you anywhere else, and then turning around and overstimulating you by fucking you senseless and not stopping to let you get a breath of fresh air by nonstop touching your wings!!!
loves how expressive your wings are. he knows he's fucking you good when your wings are twitching and writhing, and its just soo hot to him
he'd lick your wing. yea. i said it. he would. he's practically drooling all over your most sensitive areas, watching as you squirm beneath him and writhe on the mattress from just his tongue alone
(complains about getting feathers in his mouth though- like bro YOU wanted to do this 🤨)
when he's subbing, Adam is almost worshipful towards your wings- he's a lot more gentle, especially if your a tough dom. getting to caress your wings and please you is almost like a reward for him and he fucking LOVES IT
"can i?" Adam eyes your wings almost reverently, large hands hovering just over your foliage, yet he awaits your response. he's kneeling between your legs, thighs thrown over his broad shoulders, and he clearly holds no power in this position- but anyone who saw the way he gazes up at you would immediately know your in control.
"i don't know, can you remember your manners?" you coo, gently carding a hand through his hair. Adam swallows hard, his own wings twitching with desire.
"...please?" his voice is quiet, barely audible, but you smirk all the same. "what was that?" you tease, and Adam huffs.
"oh, alright," you whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Adam practically vibrates with excitement, hands flying to ruffle your pruned feathers. he immediately finds your most sensitive areas, watching each of your expressions intently as he caresses and strokes your foliage. with each twitch and tremor on your face, he increases his pace, while subconsciously rolling his hips against yours, getting off on your own pleasure.
"you're doing so good f'me, Adam, so good. can you do one more thing for me?"
"mhm, yea," he grunts, rubbing hard on your left wing, and watching the way your lips spread in a soft moan.
"can you make me cum like this, honey?"
Adam rolls his eyes, his usual cockiness bleeding into his submissive demeanor.
"who do you think i am? f'course i can make you cum," he grumbles, but a small smirk spreads on his lips all the same. it isn't long before your thighs are trembling, and your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pure bliss. coming untouched felt better than ever before, and all the while Adam continued stroking your wings until you were shaking from overstimulation.
"a-alright, enough," you murmur, and Adam immediately retracts his hands, settling on caressing your thighs instead. he looks up at you with big, submissive eyes, and he's never looked more delectable than with his hair all mussed and his cheeks pink. god, you want to eat him alive- and you certainly plan on treating him well after that performance.
"you ready for your turn, baby?"
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discoscoob · 8 months ago
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。・゚゚・ ECHOS
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ִ ˙ ✩°˖🥤 ⋆。˚ Ted Logan x Reader ִ
Synopsis: you struggle with the feelings you harbour for your childhood best friend as you watch him fall in love with someone else. 1.5k words.
Tags: childhood friends . unrequited love . angst .
ִ ˙ ✩°˖🥤 ⋆。˚
“Me and Bill are going to ask the princesses to marry us.”
“Bill and I-“ you start to correct him until his words actually sink in your brain and you realise with dread what he said. “Wait what?!”
“Uh… Bill… and I… are going to ask the princesses to marry us.” Ted repeats, this time cautiously correcting his grammar, his brows furrowing slightly over his puppy eyes.
You feel the air leaving your lungs as a black and twisting viper slowly coiled in your chest, tightening its grip with every passing beat of your heart. Jealousy was rearing its ugly head in the deepest depths of your stomach, leaving a rotten feeling inside your guts.
“Why?” the word dashes out your mouth before you can gather the sense to stop it and feign a more congratulatory response.
Ted appears caught off guard by your reaction, stumbling slightly to find the right response.
He hadn’t expected to be questioned for his motives, he had assumed you would be happy and congratulate him. As always, he is completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.
In the end, that signature smile that you love graced his lips, as it always did when he was certain he found the right answer.
“We love them.”
Ted isn’t the type of person to ever intentionally hurt anyone, he possesses the purest heart you’ve ever known, and yet his words strike you like a punch to the gut.
The only thing that offered you some semblance of relief is the fact he said ‘we’ and ‘them’ rather than ‘I’ and ‘her,’ the latter would have felt like he was telling you that he was going to abandon you in favour of Elizabeth, even though you knew that was not his intention.
“Oh… that’s as good a reason as any!” you finally chirp with a half hearted chuckle, slipping on your mask with a rehearsed smile while you gently sooth yourself by stroking your palms over your thighs.
You clear your throat as you abruptly stand up and throw your bag over your shoulder, earning a confused frown from Ted, puzzled by your haste, as he follows your swift movements with his deep brown doe eyes from under his furrowed brows.
“Hey… you okay?” his soft and gentle voice is laced with genuine concern, which only makes your heart clench harder. He cares so deeply and yet is so oblivious to the feelings you harbour for him.
“Me? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” you frantically try to squash any hint of concern Ted might have for your wellbeing and put on a nonchalant act as you head for the door.
“I’m just so swamped with heaps work to get through for college, I’m going to spend the rest of the night in the library.” this excuse for your urgent exit is enough to earn a grimace from your childhood friend.
“You’re going to spend the whole night at the library? Totally bogus. I hate that place.” Ted’s nose wrinkles like he just ate something sour while still following you to the door.
“Well we can’t all be rockstars.” you teasingly roll your eyes with no real bite, as you finally reach the door where you hesitate for a moment to take a breath, close your eyes and collect yourself.
You feel guilty for causing Ted concern and don’t want to leave him with any lingering feelings of confusion or doubt about your state. You force your usual cheery smile, as you turn around and wrap your arms around his lanky frame.
“I’ll see you later, Ted.” you speak into his shoulder as he encompasses you in his embrace, folding his taller frame around yours and leaning down to snuggle his head against your shoulder. Ted always gives the best hugs.
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
As you walk home, you begin to reminisce about your friendship with Ted. You first met in elementary school, he and Bill were already friends but they weren’t exactly the most popular kids in school and would often fall victim to the bullying and teasing from the other children.
Your friendship began when you defended them on the schoolyard one day by spilling your juice box on one of their bullies pants to make it look like they had wet themselves, diverting all the teasing and bullying away from Bill and Ted and onto the bully. Ever since that day the three of you have been inseparable.
By the time you were juniors in high school, your feelings for Ted began to change as you started developing a crush on your childhood friend. These feelings were strange and unfamiliar but you were certain they would be fleeting and dissolve as quickly as they developed but overtime as you expected them to fade, they only intensified.
It was around that time Ted started showing an interest in other girls and even asked Missy, a senior, to prom. Missy had politely declined Ted’s request, later you would find out she was into much older men, but that’s a whole different story.
You remember how Bill tried to cheer Ted up by suggesting that they could always go to prom with you and even though it wasn’t intentional on Bill’s part, it left you feeling like a consolation prize, a reminder that you would never be Ted’s first choice.
In the end, the pair had ended up attending the JS prom with you. Ted had spent most the night sulking in the corner, glaring daggers at the jock who Missy attended the prom with while Bill was the one you ended up sharing a dance with.
It was during senior year that you decided that you were determined to try and find the strength to come clean about your feelings towards Ted. You had rehearsed the speech countless times in front of the mirror until the words were branded into your mind and flowed off your tongue as effortlessly as the lyrics to your favourite song.
Before you could pluck up the courage to confess your feelings to Ted, he became captivated by the princesses from medieval England and at the time you had ignorantly assured yourself they were nothing to worry about because there was no way Bill and Ted could bring them back to live permanently in modern day San Dimas, right? You had been certain it was nothing but a minor set back, simply the universe giving you a kick up the ass to share your feelings sooner rather than later.
You were confident you had dodged a bullet, that the princesses would remain in medieval England and you focused your efforts on your plan to make Ted finally see you as more than just his childhood friend.
In your mind, while you picked out the perfect dress for prom, you had imagined it would be just like the movies. A gentle song would be playing as you walk into the gym hall and Ted’s eyes would immediately catch your figure while a soft spotlight would shine on you just right and Ted would finally realise what had been right under his nose this whole time.
He would stride across the hall, his eyes never leaving yours while pushing through the crowd with determination, desperate to tell you how breathtaking you look, with that besotted look all over his face, before he would offer you his hand and lead you into a dance.
While in his arms, gently swaying to a romantic ballad and feeling as though you were the only people in the room, you would confess that you have been hiding your feelings from him and he would call himself a fool for failing to see that you were the one for him this whole time.
In reality it went a bit different.
You had stepped into the gym hall, smoothing out the creases in your dress with your palms as your eyes eagerly wandered over the crowd in search for a certain head of messy brown locks. Once you caught sight of him, you immediately noticed the besotted look on his face, just like the one from your dreams, however it wasn’t directed towards you. Held in his embrace was one of the princesses from medieval England, his arms were wrapped around her waist as he gazed down upon her with a dreamy smile that you could only imagine being on the receiving end of.
You had quickly rushed straight back out the gym hall and walked all the way back home, where you had spent the rest of your night locked in your room, crying over the heartache of your unrequited love.
Much like tonight, except this time there are no tears left to cry, as you continue your journey home under the night sky imaging how different your life could have turned out if you had just had the courage to open up to Ted about your feelings instead of being a coward. Perhaps he would have rejected you but at least that would have given you some closure knowing you never stood a chance. Not knowing ate you up inside, leaving you constantly wondering if there was a universe where you and Ted belonged together.
⋆。°✩ note: if you made it this far thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it. reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. ᥫ᭡
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iluvzaddies · 1 year ago
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unrequited (1)
pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
warnings: slight yandere, violence, angst, eventual smut
summary: you’re in love with simon riley, the cold-hearted skull-faced lieutenant, but he likes to keep things professional and isn’t interested in being in a relationship with anyone in the workforce. or so you thought. little did you know, he’s in love with you too and he wants you as much as you want him.
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death was inevitable in the battlefield.
death was basically what you signed up for when you joined the military.
and on the verge of death, simon riley or ‘ghost’ as he much preferred people call him, who was usually calm and collected, was the complete opposite at the sight of you bleeding out in front of him.
he was an absolute mess and a nervous wreck, a side of ghost you had never witnessed until now.
“hey, hey, stay with me.” he panicked, lightly smacking your face as he noticed your eyes starting to close. “i called the rescue team. they’ll be here any minute. just keep your eyes open, okay? for me.”
you weren’t going to die.
not on his watch.
especially since he had yet to tell you about how he felt.
he loved you. he loved you so much. it pained him to keep his feelings bottled up.
everytime he saw you, whether you were shooting enemies, training or drinking yourself silly along with the other task force 141 members, he just wanted to hold you close and kiss you and tell you how grateful he was to have met you.
he couldn’t afford to let you die. not now, not ever. a world without you would be like a world without light. the world needed light to see in the dark and simon needed you for the same reason.
you were his light.
“ghost–“
“simon.” he cut you off. “it’s simon.”
“simon…”
the way you said his name — his real name, not his callsign — was angelic. even on the verge of death, you still managed to capture his heart.
he cradled your face, tears welling up in his eyes, and brought his forehead onto yours.
“you’re gonna be okay.” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
“simon, ‘m sorry.”
your sudden apology caught him off guard.
he pulled away, staring at you in confusion.
“what are you even apologizing for, sweet girl? don’t apologize. there’s no need for you to do that.” simon’s voice was gentle, loving and caring. it was like he was a completely different man.
“weak… ‘m weak.” you whimpered.
“no, you aren’t.”
“i should’ve trained more… i should’ve–“
“stop, (y/n).” he said firmly, but still gentle.
the sound of a car stopping made its way to simon’s ears. he turned around and saw male nurses carrying a stretcher towards him and you.
“rescue team is here.” simon reassured.
he helped you onto the stretcher, thanking the male nurses for making it on time.
before you were loaded into the back of the van, you grabbed his hand.
he softened at the action.
“i’ll be there when you wake up. don’t worry.”
with that, he let you go and you were off to the hospital while he was left behind to finish some unfinished business.
(part 2 coming soon)
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nogenderbee · 2 months ago
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi, friend! Could I request Solomon, Lucifer, Mammon, and Simeon with a reader who likes lights? Reader would collect lights (like lamps, nightlights, etc) and decorate their room with them.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hi love!! Of course you can! Also so sorry for this being so short but yeah- I didn't wanted to force anything -w- Hope you like it anyway!!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff
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✧ Lucifer honestly sees it as passion like any other
✧ he thinks it's nice that you got something you like and isn't too... troublesome with it... untill bill for electricity comes in lol
✧ he knows how much you like it and won't stop you from putting it around house if you'd really want to... but he'll warn you that Asmo will definitely pay attention to that and may complain about it if you "choose wrong design or place"
✧ he also tries convincing you to keep the lights off at least at night... or not I'm broad daylight if there's even one in hell
✧ if you fall asleep with lights on and wake up with them off, you can immideitly be sure it was Lucifer. But he meant nothing bad by doing it!
✧ he does his best to support you so if you ever decide to go for some light shopping, he'll sometimes come with you and share his opinion if you ask about it
"Sure, take it. Hm? What do I think about it? It's... a bit too complex for my taste... but I can see it fitting into your room perfectly."
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@wabatle - come get your scary brother!
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✧ once Mammon discovered your unique liking, he first called you a weird human
✧ and then the next day he bought you some lights as a gift
✧ he just has to be a tsundere about it... If you ask him why he got you that gift, he'll just say it's so you won't be whining to him later
"It's just for your weird human obsession! I was simply done with you whining about how much you want it! ... Do you like it tho?"
✧ all you have to do is to mention him what lights you're obsessing on in the moment and first thing he'll do once you part is go buy you them
✧ and if he can't he'll just go to casino to win some money so that he could afford it... which... has 50/50 chance of succeeding...
✧ though if you keep your lights on while sleeping, even some, he'll be grumpy about it and be stubborn to turn them off for the time of sleeping
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✧ Solomon probably had something similar but only as a phase...
✧ he's human as well so he totally gets from where you're coming from!
✧ honestly, he's actually quite fond of how much lights you stole and finds your room really cozy
✧ at some point, he most likely asked you to help him pick some lights for his room too and didn't had the heart to decline any ideas you seemed so passionate about so he ended up buying whole store
✧ he doesn't really care if you keep lights on or off during the night... as long as he has a way of facing the opposite way than the light, he doesn't mind letting it stay if it helps you sleep
✧ definitely tried making some flying light orb or so, thinking you may like it!
"Hey, I made something for you. What do you think? Is there anything you want added to it?"
✧ overally, he's very supportive and will protect your hobby as best as he can if anyone tries insulting it
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✧ Simeon is honestly very supportive of any hobby you may have that isn't dangerous to you or anyone for that matter
✧ he's just happy you have a passion, even if it's something simple as collecting lights!
✧ he'll most likely go to all or most of your shopping's just because he loves to see what's the lights you like or want
"Oh? This one? I would've never guessed it's in your taste... But it's good to know! It certainly has its own beauty~"
✧ he'll also try buying or even making a light for you! It doesn't have to be any ocassion... but if it is, he'll probably try extra hard to make it a good one
✧ though if he's making the gift... he'll probably as someone for help since he's afraid of messing something up and would rather have someone who knows more about it than him to watch over what he's doing
✧ he also doesn't really care if you keep the lights on or off at night! His realm is rather bright so he'll fall asleep anyway~
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@vodka-glrl - come get your soft angel~
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upsidedownmvnson · 2 years ago
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the challenge | eddie munson
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warnings: angst, hurt, kinda eddies pov, stupid long & tropey, barely edited
AN: i just love the angst sorry :) also this is the worst trope ever but I LOVE IT. I eat it up. also i know i overuse italics its my fatal flaw. willing to do requests & taglists btw <3
i'm not sure how many words per se but it looks really long so
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"I'll give you a hundred bucks if you can get any of the cheerleaders to go on a date with you."
After band practice, the conversation had devolved into who had school the band thought was hot.
"Please," Eddie tried to scoff off the idea. "When has that idea ever gone well?"
"I'll also give you a hundred," Jeff said, adding to the fire. They probably didn't expect him to go for it. But he could use two hundred bucks...
Eddie rolled the idea around in his mind. Who would he even ask? There was Chrissy Cunningham, she's sweet... but he was pretty sure she was dating Jason, and the last thing Eddie needed was more problems from that guy. But there was you.
You were different. You were still a cheerleader at Hawkins, sitting with the populars and shaking your pom-poms at every game. But you smiled at Eddie in the hall sometimes. And he'd noticed you'll talk to anyone. You weren't mean. So he could probably charm his way into one little date, and then after the date inevitably goes terribly, he'll collect his easy money and you will go on, blissfully unaware.
It's not like you guys would get along or anything.
"What happens if I lose?" Eddie asked.
"You have to put on an embarassing show in the cafeteria," Jeff said. "And easy one."
"Okay," Eddie said after a long silence, "I'll take your money."
The next day at school, Eddie was sitting on the stairs across from your locker like a predator. It was still forty minutes until first bell, so there were very few people in the halls. He had this whole plan in mind. First, he'd wow you with his natural charm, and then leave you lingering in mystery. Easier said than done, when you came walking down the hallway with a skip in your step and a smile on your face.
It made him feel guilty about this whole thing. But you would never know, so what was the harm?
He approached you slowly, slowly panicking about the idea of bothering you. What if you told the basketball team he was bothering you? What if you acted like he grabbed you, or something...
He fears were cut off by you casually saying, "Hey Eddie."
You knew his name? Why did it sound so nice coming from you?
It's because secretly you were always aware of Eddie. There was something about him that always held your attention. After seeing him for a days, you'd become a closeted metal fan. It started to impress him, but you actually did start to like it. You'd always tried to catch his eye, but it was like he didn't really see you.
"Hey, morning," he said, mind focused on his objective. But it was harder when actually looking down at you. You were pretty cute. You had beautiful eyes.
"Good morning," you said, pleasantly confused at the situation. You noticed Eddie had gotten up when you got closer. "Were you waiting for me?"
"Oh, ha, you noticed that," he said, grabbing your locker door as you opened it, and leaned on it, unintentionally making a show of his hand gripping the edge of the locker.
You felt a flutter in your chest, "Well, what can I do for you?"
"I've seen you here early before," Eddie mused, as if he'd ever been here early, but he had his intel. "Thought I could give you a little company."
"That's sweet," you said, smiling like you were hiding a laugh. "I've never seen you around before class. Only coming in late."
"I'm shocked at such an accusation," he said, leaning closer. "It hurts to believe you think so lowly of me." There was a level of teasing in his tone that made butterflies erupt within you.
"You know," you started, "I was supposed to go see Halloween 3 tonight but my girlfriends chickened out..."
"Oh yeah?"
"Well I still want to go," you said. You couldn't hint anymore if you tried. "Are you looking for company tonight?"
"What?" Eddie couldn't mask his surprise. He was supposed to come over here and charm you into a date, but... you asked him?? "Uh yeah, I can take you to the movies."
"What time is your club done? We can go after that," you said, smiling. You were just trying to be considerate, but you were making Eddie weak in the knees. Were you really this aware of him? If anything, he was wondering why you cared more than how you knew.
"I'll see when the late shows plays and make sure we'll be there," he said, "just give me your address, I'll pick you up."
The blush on your cheeks made him smile, but the gentle touch of your hand as you grabbed his arm and pushed the sleeve up, using a marker to write down the street and and number. Eddie was totally at your mercy by this point, but you just had to make worse by bringing his arm up to your face to kiss what you'd written, looking up at him with the devil in your eye.
"Kiss from a maiden has to boost luck, right?"
Suddenly, the terms of the game changed. You asked him out. It was not what he expected. He expected it would take several days before he finally asked you out. He had this whole plan in his mind, and you just... you kissed him on the arm, like it was a normal thing for you to do to him. Now he didn't really want the money, he just wanted you to that again. Feel your soft touch. Anything that would put that look back into your eye.
Everyone at Hellfire could see that Eddie was distracted. His campaign was nothing less than infallible as per usual, but his theatrics were toned down, and he was fumbling over the dice as if he wasn't always paying total attention.
After the session, Jeff and Gareth hung around. Mainly to check on their friend.
"I have to go," Eddie said, fumbling with his bag. He didn't want to tell the guys about you. He didn't want to pop the fantasy of having you all to himself. Not yet.
Eddie still had it in his mind that the date would flop. What chance did he have to impress someone like you? This whole situation was spiralling quickly. And he fucking knew better than to take a stupid bet issued at midnight after a bunch of beers. He should've called it off right there, he should've said it's stupid and objectifying the cheerleaders and that was mean, but he said nothing. He just packed his things, and told his friends he'd see them later.
He didn't have time to go change, he didn't want you to miss your movie because of him. And he was just really anxious to see you again. There was a small part of his brain, a little nagging brain cell, telling him that maybe... just maybe, this date will go well and he can get you to look at him with a sparkle in your eyes.
Your house was right in the middle of suburbia, which had Eddie losing his cool slowly. You were different, and he knew that already, but it was a comfort to remind himself as he drove passed identical, picket fenced houses. Your house was no different. Picket fence, flowers in the window sill, green grass mowed to the same height.
He parked the van and got out, walking through the gate and up the short cobblestone path leading up to your front door. He brought a knuckle up to your door, tapping lightly twice. Maybe you would bail and he wouldn't have to be the bad guy anymore. He looked at the flowers beside the house, and mentally kicked himself for not bringing you anything for you. You deserved flowers.
But you were there, waiting to answer the door a few moments after he knocked. You had counted to ten in your head before he answered, not wanting to seem too keen.
"Hey," you said, dazzling him again with an innocent smile. His voice was stuck in his throat as he looked at you. Eddie hadn't expected your cheerleading outfit or anything... but what didn't expect was a cropped Slayer shirt. It looked like you had cut it yourself, but he couldn't let himself get caught staring at the frayed edges, because that's where the exposed skin was, tempting him to look. Or worse, tempting him to reach out, running his calloused fingers over the skin that looked painfully soft.
"Hey," he say quietly, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. How had he managed to fuck this up before talking to you for the first time? "Sorry I didn't get flowers or change or do anything all at to impress you. I kinda rushed right from school."
"You want to impress me?"
Eddie's mind was reeling. "Is there anyone out there who doesn't?"
You giggled, and Eddie didn't think he could take it anymore. If he just spilled his guts right now, he could stop himself a world of confusion. After this, he'd probably be stuck with the image of you for weeks. He's probably caused him heartache and pain when this doesn't work out. Or... worse... it does work out and one of his idiot friends tells you how this started, and then he was still heartbroken and fucked.
Eddie said nothing as he led you to the van.
On the way to the movies it was quiet, but not uncomfortable. You asked him about his day, which made him blush because, it's a simple that people never really asked him. Especially beautiful cheerleaders.
He didn't know how he was supposed to forget this. How could he continue to drive Jeff and Gareth around while he's seen you in his passenger seat... with a Slayer shirt on.
"Can I pick something?" you asked, finding a small stash of cassettes under the seat.
"Sure," he said. He's pretty sure he would've let you do whatever you wanted, as long as you stayed beside him in this van forever.
You slipped the current tape out, and slipped in Metallica. Fight Fire with fire came on and you sat back in your seat.
"Why this one?" he asked. He wanted to know. He wanted you to give some cheesy answer so he could figure out an excuse to not like you, to fight all the reasons he was starting to like you anyway. It was just a shirt, maybe you didn't listen to them at all.
"For Whom the Bell Tolls is my favourite right now," you said casually.
"What about Slayer? What's your favourite?"
"You quizzin' me?" you quipped, laughing as Eddie widened his eyes. You cut him off before he could apologize. "Die by the Sword." You drummed your fingers absentmindedly against your jeans. "Always had this fantasy about riding into battle, yaknow, Lord of the Rings style."
"Who are you?" Eddie asked, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter. "You like Lord of the Rings and Slayer." He said it as a fact, not a question. With every casual answer you gave, a knife was turning in his stomach, reminding him that he was the bad guy. He took a stupid bet, from his stupid friends, and it was keeping him from enjoying this moment fully. There was a little voice reminding him that what he's doing, is shit people like Jason Carver would do.
"Yes, and?"
And nothing. You were just casting a spell on Eddie that he would need a miracle to undo. "So you're a hidden freak."
"Being hidden is lame," you said, "I wouldn't lie if they asked."
"Who is they?" he asked.
"The other cheerleaders, the jocks, anyone at school really."
"You don't get along with the other cheerleaders?"
"No, I do. They're my girls. <3" You smiled, biting the skin beside your thumb. "I just don't talk about fantasy epics with them, they're not really interested."
"I don't know," he teased, pulling into the movie theatre parking lot. "You don't really seem like any cheerleaders I know."
"And how many cheerleaders do you know?"
He laughed, parking the car. He was starting to ease into it a little more. Enjoying your presence while he can. "Fair enough."
"Shaking those pom-poms is going to get me a scholarship, and a scholarship will get me out of here." The words were less airy and playful than the rest had been. He'd taken note of your serious tone when talking about getting out of here. There was hardly a line, most of the movies started a couple minutes earlier, there were just a few Halloween stragglers.
"In a rush out of here?" he asked. He wanted to know everything about you.
"You could say that," you said. "I don't have a problem with Hawkins but my parents are... I just..." you trailed off. "Let's not ruin a good time."
He nodded, not needing to hear anything else. After light squabbling about who would pay for the tickets, Eddie passed his money over to the ticket guy, who had an obvious line of sight to your stomach. Or maybe it was your chest he was staring at, either away, Eddie was finding it really annoying. He used his arm to gently guide you behind him, blocking most of the box office employees view.
He felt protective over you. Which is ironic, because at the start of the day he had a plan to woo you, to take you on a date for a bet. And now, he wanted to protect you from hurt.
The worst kind of hypocrite.
The conversation died when the two of you shuffled into the little theatre. The movie had been out long enough that it wasn't too busy. It was nice, being in the dark together, silently watching the movie. You weren't really scared, but you still liked it. Eddie however, wasn't loving it as much as you.
Eddie was having such a nice time, that he was able to push the bet out of his mind completely.
After the movie, pretty much everything was closed, except the 24 hour diner a little bit down the highway, so that's where he took you. He drove about twenty minutes just to eat greasy cheeseburgers and sickeningly sweet milkshakes because he just couldn't bare for this night to be over yet.
"Guess I gotta get you home," Eddie said after the food. "It's already passed midnight."
"Oh that's okay," you said, leaving money on the table for food. "They'll be gone until next week anyway. I don't they'd care when I got home."
Eddie wanted to ask, but he could tell your parents weren't something you liked to talk about.
"Well, if we've both nowhere to be, maybe we should stick together."
"Why don't you take me home anyway and we can watch another movie."
"I'd like that."
The ride back to your place seemed shorter, or maybe he was just excited to see where you live. He wanted to see your room. He was so curious about you. He just wanted to know everything.
Your house was quiet, pitch black and lonely... like it always was. You let him in, and he awkwardly shuffled in behind you. He copied what you did by taking your shoes off by the door. Your house opened into the living room, with stairs right beside.
"Can I see your room?" he asked, half expecting you to say no but you answered with a quick "sure!" and led him up the stairs. He watched your ass the whole time you walked ahead of him.
"It's kinda boring," you said, opening the door. There wasn't really much to it. A few posters on the wall; a couple were bands he liked and there were a few movie posters too. Your cassettes were all stacked on your desk neatly, and there were vinyls beside that, a small table there to hold the record player. He was talking and poking through them, while you sat on the bed, watching him intently. He was shocked to see you actually had some of the same things he did. And you... you had bands he didn't know. One day, he was totally going to borrow those.
He kept chatting as he poked around. This morning, neither one of you could have predicted being here like this. He stopped talking mid sentence, and you could see him looking more at the desk than the music now. You curiously tried to peak at what he was looking at.
"Is this a dnd character sheet?" he asked.
"Oh!" you laughed, standing and joining him by the desk. "Yeah, it is. I'd been trying to work up the nerve to ask you to teach me, but, I guess I didn't have to."
And just like that, you had him.
You had him totally and fully and he wished he'd never taken that stupid challenge with his stupid friends about the stupid money. His mind was emotional soup.
"You were gunna ask me to teach you dungeons and dragons?" he asked, totally stunned into silence, again.
"Well..." you blushed, turning away from him. He saw it though. "I kind of have a crush on you, Eddie. Maybe before tonight it wasn't like... real, because I didn't actually know you but..." You smiled, so soft and sweet, it made Eddie feel warm and vulnerable. "Now I know it is real."
What was he supposed to do? Look at you while you're vulnerable like that and just tell you what he's done? No shot. No fucking way would he let any of his dumb choices get in the way of, whatever this was going to be.
"I like you, too," he said finally, smiling back at you. The problem was, while it was true, it didn't feel as genuine. He did like you, but that's not how it started.
And what was he supposed to do when you looked like you wanted a kiss? Not kiss you? That would be rude.
Eddie leaned in slowly, and so did you. He brought his hand up, coddling your face and brushing a thumb over your cheek. He said, "you're so beautiful," before closing the gap and putting his mouth on yours. It was small, mouths parted and puckered, moving slowly. It was a short kiss, but a tender first one.
Until you said, "sorry if I'm not a good kisser, I haven't done much kissing," with a blush.
"You haven't done much kissing?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm so... inexperienced."
"No, it's okay! I don't really get to kiss anyone either."
"You can kiss me whenever you want," you said, bounce in your step as you grabbed his hand and led him back downstairs.
You let him pick a movie while you set up the couch with some blankets. He settled beside you one the couch once the movie started, and you snuggled into his side as if you owned it. Which may as well be true already, and passed out within five minutes of the movie starting. He told himself sternly that he would leave when the movie was over, and he did mean it. But he also rested his head on yours and tried to fall asleep before he saw any credits.
Which he did.
Monday morning rolling around was another one of Eddie's punishments. The bliss of his imaginary life came hurdling towards the end, and it was filling him with anxiety. Like, so fucking much anxiety.
At school, he'd be unable to avoid his friends. Eddie had spent much of Saturday morning lounging at your house with you. You two made breakfast, listened to some music, and then watched a movie. He had to leave eventually, since he didn't want to kiss you with morning breath. But he'd called you that night... and the one after that. He just couldn't get enough of you.
Eddie had avoided his best friends most of the morning, mostly by just being late. Unfortunately, that also had meant he'd avoided you. He'd hoped you'd come into the cafeteria first. He was biting his nails, his leg rapidly shaking up and down. You had said he can kiss you anytime... did that mean school, too? He hoped so. He hoped you would come into the freaking cafeteria.
But his fantasy bubble had officially popped when Jeff grabbed him by the shoulders from behind, scaring him.
"Bud, you've been holding out on us."
"What are you talking about?" Eddie asked. Gareth and Jeff sat at the table with him.
"Same thing that everyone is talking about, you and y/n."
"What?" Eddie had been so focused on not talking to anyone that he hadn't heard anything.
"Someone's sister saw you leaving her house on Saturday, and I distinctly remember you rushing out of Hellfire on Friday."
"What are people saying?"
"Some are saying drugs, some are saying you guys have sex. Did you? Did you have sex with her?"
"No," Eddie said, effectively wiping the smile off Gareth's face. "But I may have slept there."
His friends looked at each other, and then at him, and Eddie took one selfish moment to be excited about it. It was his fatal mistake.
"Are you guys gunna go out again?" Jeff asked. Eddie grinned, and nodded.
"Well, a deal is a deal. Here goes all my savings on some dumb bet," Gareth said.
They should've had a sign, some bat signal that Eddie could show above the entire student body that would get his best friends to shut the fuck up because you were behind them, walking closer and smiling at Eddie with that same sweet smile on your face.
You must have slipped in when he was talking to the guys. He tried to shush Gareth without being obvious, but Gareth was being so fucking loud. If he didn't shut up soon you were going to hear him. Eddie's heart was racing. Jeff kicked Gareth, but apparently not hard enough because he just kept talking.
Eddie's heart was going to beat out of his chest... like in Alien...
"I can't believe you got y/n on a date in like, one day." Gareth scoffed. "Maybe you let her in on it for some of the money. Last time I make a bet with you losers."
And it was like watching a star die. Your beautiful smile gone, replaced with a quivering lip and a look in your eye that reflected agony, instead of the little bit of trouble he loved so much. Eddie was going to throw up. For a second you two just looked at each other, Eddie had his hands an inch off the table, he was shaking.
He fucking knew this scenario never worked out for anyone.
And then you were running out of there, and he was hot on your heels. It must have looked bad, you running out crying while Eddie chased you. After rumors of drugs deals and scandalous sex, the fire was most definitely stoked.
Eddie shouted after you, following you all the way outside. Out there, where no one was really lingering, you turned around. There were a few tears rolling down your cheeks, and you chewed on the skin of your lip.
"Please tell me that it doesn't mean what it sounds like," you begged, stepping closer. The hurt tone of your voice sent a dagger into his chest with every word. He did this. "If you can just-" you hiccuped, "tell me that. Then we can go to the diner and we can go, we can go wherever you want. Anywhere. Just tell me that it wasn't what it sounded like."
Eddie didn't say anything. He couldn't.
He didn't have anything good enough to say.
You just watched him with tears in your eyes. It seemed like you were begging him with your eyes. He wished he had anything to tell you. It wasn't what it seemed like, or maybe it was for a good cause. But he didn't have anything.
"But," you cried, "but you said you liked me."
"I do like you," he said quickly, his voice surprisely hoarse. Being able to say something true made him spring into action. "I like you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm really so so fucking sorry, but please. Just let me make it up to you. Obviously I don't want the money, I was going to tell them it's off but I just... I didn't, I don't know why. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"What was the bet?"
"What?"
"What were the terms and conditions of the bet?"
"Is that... really productive..." he trailed off when he looked at you. Eddie sighed, and looked to his feet for some kind of comfort. He found none. "Two hundred bucks for a date with any of the cheerleaders. If I fail I embarrass myself at purpose at school."
"You were right that wasn't productive," you said.
"I'm so sorry," he said, "I can still fix it."
"Do what you want. I'm going home."
"Let me take you."
"No, no... you've done plenty, thanks."
And against what he really wanted, he let you go. If you didn't want him around right now he wouldn't push it. Eddie would just have to fix this. He had a plan to woo you once, he could do it again. But this time it would be because he knows he can treat you right. He can be the guy you deserve. He would bring you flowers. He'd never hurt you.
...this was just a really bad example... that's all.
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marymary-diva17 · 2 months ago
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Your my daughter Ma ite (missing you)
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The sully family believed that family is everything, and they promise to always stay by each other side. If there was ever a problem they would stand up for each other, and not let anyone mess with their family or clan. What is life like when someone is missing from thr family and not everything is as whole, as it should be like it always had been in the past The missing and loning for someone can be felt by more then one person.
Sully kids " ......." The sully kids are very quiet this morning as they sat for their morning meal it has been one month since they left you. It was starting to affect them all as their big sister was gone, and without her, they felt like an unmade puzzle.
Tuk " I miss y/n"
neteyam " I know tuk but we get to talk with her soon"
Tuk " yes but I still miss her she didn't care if I took the blankets from the bed"
kiri " because she different and had a longer and bigger blanket"
lo'ak " it sad she and spider are not here they will love this place"
neteyam " they would but we have to wait and see if they can come"
tuk " i hate waiting but I promise y/n I will wait and be good"
kiri " oh yes we don't want her to know we haven't been good"
Jake " hey kids"
sully kids " hey dad"
Jake " hey what with the long faces and sad voices"
neytiri " yes my kids what the matter is the breakfast not to your liking"
neteyam " mom is good we just feel like the home is empty"
Jake " I and your mother know what you mean we miss y/n as well"
lo'ak " we feel like we are missing time with her and spider, what if they find new friends and forget us"
neytiri " your sister and cousin will never replace you kids ever"
tuk " yes mama"
Jake " your sister will be with us soon we not be separated from her for forever, but we have to remember we are not the only ones who are missing loved ones as well"
kiri " dad you are right maybe when we talk with y/n again, we will be good and when we see each other again we can have fun"
tuk " yes"
Jake " that what I love to hear spirt now let eat breakfast and lets get on with the day" the kids had nodded their heads as they got ready for the rest of the day, but they still missed you and the other as well.
Later on that day
tuk " ......" tuk was looking through the sand trying to find some shells, she had left her siblings and reef teens to do this task.
neteyam " tuk there you are I found here"
tsireya " thank great mother tuk what are you doing"
tuk " look from some shells they are very much needed"
kiri " okay we can help you right everyone"
aonung " sure it will be good" the kids had help tuk collect enough shells as they sat on a flat rock, the reef teens were very confused by tuk actions.
lo'ak " tuk why were you collect shells"
tuk " as a gift to give y/n,spider, and uncle norm when they get back here ... I know I miss them but make something for them will not make me mess them that much"
older sully kids " oh"
rotxo " who is y/n"
lo'ak " she the eldest of us sully kids"
aonung " oh thought neteyam was the eldest"
neteyam " nope I'm second eldest she the older sibling she had stay, somewhere else for safety until she can come here"
tsireya " tell us more of your sister"
tuk " okay we can tell you about your best big sister" the three reef teens had sat down as the sully kids had started talking about you.
Elsewhere in the village
neytiri " ....." neytiri was not that much happy right now she is worried about her eldest child and nephew, along with the other members of the clan as well.
mo'at " my daughter you are uneasy"
neytiri " I'm worried mother I worry about y/n and spider I know they can do well on their own, but they are still very young and need parents in their lives what if something happens to them that need navi help and not human"
mo'at " I worry for them as well but we have to trust them and the great mother, they will be perfect when we see them again ... but the clan feel small with out the rest of our clan members"
????? " who is this y/n" mo'at and neytiri had looked to see ronal standing there, as she looked at them hoping to get a answer from her question.
Neytiri " she is my eldest daughter she couldn't come with us, so she had to take refuge elsewhere while we came here ronal"
ronal " That much take great sacrifice to do neytiri you daughter most mean everything to you"
neytiri " yes she my my daughter ma ite and will always be no matter, what anyone else has to say about it"
ronal " speak more of your daughter and the one name spider, I wish to learn more of them"
mo'at " we will tell you all that is needed ronal and leave the rest for your judgment" ronal had nodded her head as she soon listen as, neytiri and mo'at told her everything she need to know.
other where in the clan
Tsu’tey “ life doesn’t seem the same without them all being here”
Jake “ I have to agree as well and I do worry babies them, as well being all the way there but there do have needed protection for them”
Tsu’tey “ yes but I worry about the safety of my husband and son, I know they can defend themselves but the demons are out there looking for us”
Jake “ I know how you feel Tsu’tey as I worry about my daughter as well, many families are living in worry now these days talking over the radio seems not enough for the kids”
Tsu’tey “ we have to speaks with oloeythan tonowari and the others, to see if we can seek refuge for them here”
Jake “ yes”
Tsu’tey “ I know need down the children are fair well, but I fear we will miss out in so much in their lives… they are important in the family and to the clan”
Jake “ yes I have to agree”
???? “ you both speak highly on your families and clan” the pair had soon saw tonowari as he made his way towards them.
Jake “ tonowwari there are some matter we most address with you, that regards our family and clan”
Tsu’tey “ we hope you will understand us”
tonowari “ speaks the both of you and I will listen” Jake and Tsu'tey had spoke with tonowari, about you and spider along with everyone else they are missing. They were all missing you, even when they were acting like they could handle the situation they are missing you.
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listslistslists · 11 days ago
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𝕀 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖
a collection of lyrics from the album I Disagree (2020) by Poppy, use as you wish, adjust as needed // violence + dark themes present
These lifeless flavors don't satisfy me.
I need the taste of young blood in my teeth.
Everything in your life is a tragedy.
Burn it to the ground.
We'll be safe and sound when it all burns down.
Everything is going how it's meant to be.
If only all of you could see the world I see.
You keep preaching insanity.
What do you believe when no one is around?
Keep telling yourself that you've been playing nice.
Beg for forgiveness.
I finally know what it feels like to be dead.
Your soul can't be saved from the sins you've ignored.
I feel her heart beating in me.
Sorry for what I've become.
I'll stop when it's no more fun.
Let's see how far you're gonna take this.
You shouldn't be anything like me.
You'll never be anything like me.
This isn't a fight to be won.
I'm everything she never was.
Stop, you're making a scene.
You're coming at me with blood in your teeth.
Love is never-ending in me.
You can be anyone you want to be.
I believe you're the one who's meant for me.
Forgive your spirit.
Forfeit your life.
I'll keep you safe.
All I ever wanted, it was nothing I need.
All the power that you had, it just slipped away.
They would die for your position.
I'll never ask for permission
Do what you've been told
Sit.
Stay.
Lie down.
I will not obey you.
Don't cry, just bite your own teeth.
Don't ever, ever cry.
Keep on trying.
I'm sick of the sun.
I just want to float away.
I want it to go away.
Can someone turn the lights down?
Everyone told me that it would get better.
Every day feels exactly the same.
Lock the doors and find a place to hide.
Everyone is bland.
Don't go outside.
Shut your mouth, give up, and fall in line.
Everything will be okay.
Hey there, tool, I'm looking at you.
Why is everyone screaming so loud for no reason?
Why do words have no meaning?
We know you're losing it.
You can't be bothered to try.
You're in a mindless rush to die.
I dare you.
I can make you afraid.
I can make you obey.
I can make you ugly.
Look away if you feel unsafe.
I'm happy that the world is gonna end.
Do you get the feeling someone's after you?
Now they're closing in, there's nothing you can do.
It's just a dream.
I tried my best to find my peace.
Don't disconnect everything we've built up.
I've given up too much to let this take me out.
Don't ask me how I'm feeling.
There's nothing to talk about.
How could anything ever be the same?
Change is on its way and it waits for no one.
It’s not my fault.
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Homesick | C. Sturniolo
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TW: weed/drugs mention
AN: first sturniolo fic — also don’t do drugs, smoke a joint (pack a bowl, rip a bong, eat an edible idc!) where/when legal and enjoy.
WC: 935
Pairing: Chris x Reader
“Stay in Boston.” Chris read with confusion from a crumpled note he found in his newly thrifted hoodie pocket. He didn’t think much of it, just some trash left by an artist in Los Angeles. Whether it was a photographer, videographer, songwriter, or maybe a failed sketch was anyone’s guess.
What he wasn’t aware of was the treacherous journey that hoodie had taken to get to him and its ties to the city he called home. The hoodie had gone through a family vacation, a boy’s high school career, moving into a college dorm, a relationship, many italian ice date nights, and a breakup. The hoodie signified an era of someone’s life; the same tagline as everything else you lay your eyes on at a thrift store.
He thought about everything he had ever known as the items were piling up in his newly found second hand collection. Donating his skates when he was 13, his mother cleaning out the garage of all their holiday things, and even down to his brothers piling clothes on the bed to list for sale online. He didn’t own much, just enough to keep him out of trouble, so the thought of someone having enough to give away was enough to make his head spin.
He kept the paper regardless of whether it was trash or not. Chris adored Boston and only associated positive memories with it. Fenway Park, Gillette Stadium and TD Garden were his go to places to hang with his friends, brothers, or even alone. He remembers frantically Googling ‘free things to do in Boston’ before dates and eventually dipping into his wallet after he couldn’t find anything good with pride. He was someone who would do anything to make anyone happy, whatever the cost, but he couldn’t apply that theory to himself.
When all was done and dusted for the day he decided to shut himself in his room and unwind. He ran his fingers down the spines of the books you gave him, reading the titles to himself, hearing your voice with each syllable. Empty promises of going to visit him came flooding back into his memory as soon as he saw your favorite book; tattered edges, taped spine, and a receipt paper bookmark. He shook himself out of it and went to his desk to pack a bowl.
With a swift flick of the lighter Chris pressed the glass to his lips and inhaled for a moment feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders. He sat in his computer chair and looked around his room for signs of you - something, anything. He repeated the motion a few times and grabbed the torn piece of paper from his thrifting excursion.
“Stay in Boston.” Chris repeated to himself countless times before grabbing his phone. He knew your number by heart and as soon as he hit the call button an all-too-familiar ache came over him. He took another hit and exhaled when he heard your voicemail message play. He never thought he’d be here; alone, in his room, pining after a love lost.”
“Hey, it’s Chris…” he started. “I wish you were here. I’ve said it every day to myself while I’ve been out here. I know neither of us wanted this… I don’t think either of us knew what we wanted. I’ve been getting by on memories of stumbling to diners and stealing the mugs or skipping classes to go hang out at the park…” he took another hit and sighed. “What I’m trying to say is my heart will always have a space for you, my brain has always had one.”
You looked at your phone to see another voicemail from Chris. You shrugged it off thinking it was most likely another message he recorded at a party where he would preface it with whatever drug he was taking at the time; the west coast ruined him. As much as you hated to admit it you kept up with their videos and you locked in on Chris looking more gaunt every time.
You hadn’t answered a call from Chris in months and you never reached back out. You listened to his newest voice message as you recanted the first call since the split. He had just done a few lines of cocaine and he described it as feeling a sense of finally being able to focus to a greater extent. It shook you to your core that a once happy-go-lucky boy turned into… this. You couldn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.
Chris often called to describe his high to you; cocaine, ayahuasca, benzos, acid, angel dust, salvia - the list went on. You were still his safe space and since he drew the conclusion you weren’t even listening to them he let his troubles go in the safe space of voicemails and dial tones.
Chris clutched the “Stay in Boston” note and thought about what it meant to the previous owner of the hoodie. Chris also thought about why this would fall into his lap and when it did. He slowly fell back into his nightly routine while he continued to contemplate that random piece of paper.
After a night of continuing keeping up his high, losing games, and melting his brain over three words Chris decided to head to bed. The second he was in bed it’s as if on cue he saw your name flash across his screen. It knocked his next breath out of him as he answered with a simple “Hello?”
“Chris…” you said followed by a shaky exhalation. “Please stay in Boston.”
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solar-sunnyside-up · 2 months ago
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Hey, I’m sorry to dump this on ya but your blog gives me a lotta hope and I just wondered if you had anything to say to my current ails- I am but a very anxious teen and I am so scared. I see so many people talking of how the world “Will end in 2040” or how “damn the past was so much better because it was simpler” and I am lowkey starting to believe that. I’ve got a problem with romanticizing a past I wasn’t even a part of and I really don’t want to live in some awful dystopian future and I fear I’ve missed out on so much because of when I was born :( and how come no one can afford basic shit anymore? I don’t wanna have no money at all! I really would like to be happy in the future but with all the bullshit caused by social media and the lack of money it seems bleak. I’m sorry that this is such a negative ask but I am not doing so hot and was hoping you’d have an insight ? Don’t respond if you don’t wanna
Hey ya there sprout 🌱 it can be really tough out there!
Your feelings are valid, so valid in fact that those exact feelings are why Solarpunk as it currently exists is around! We've all been there!
Between the wages of the top 10% of ppl vs everyone else being greater then during the French revolution, the average citizen globally being worse off then when the great depression was happening, climate crisis after crisis, all while consuming endless bits of info both horrifying (ex Politics) and hopeful (ex Social Media activism) it's waaaay too much for anyone to bare alone! Much less constantly! That burden shouldn't be on any of us!! But since it is, I'm here to help at least lighten the load even if temporary.
The best thing to do when we feel like this is to stop. Find 5 minutes to be still. We are fight/flight/fawn creatures and we will only loop in our solutions without actual clear choices if we don't Chill Out. We're mammals our natural state is Chilling Out and Play.
Next, think about how cool the planet is and particularly how cool humans are?
How there's finger flutes on ceilings thousands of years old, smaller then average indicating that parents held their children up to draw on the ceilings.
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Think about the invention of looms and spinning fibers! What other creature could do that? Think about the kids that could build Snowmans without aching fingers because of lovingly knit mittens.
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We sing like whales do, like birds do, like wolves do, and we do it to share stories and ideas over food! It is the first things babies mimic! We have songs so old we no longer know their origin just that they came from love! We even have songs to herd cattle meaning music transcends just us but bleeds into our relationships with the planet!
That we have play behavior! Just like wolves and foxes and whales and octopus it is so built into our DNA to play its generally how we learn things! This ranges from agriculture (children tossing seeds around, blowing on dandelions!) To chores (parachute games > folding laundry, playing pretend > usually chores/job based) to hunting (tag! Hide and seek!)
Think about our interconnectiveness with the planet too, how we are guided by Honey guides to find abandoned hives to share in the spoils of bread and honey. How Sweetgrass needs us to flourish, how berries and nuts need us to spread across the land, how we fix other animals broken bones and beaks and help them return home when otherwise they wouldn't ever get home.
Now that you can remember we deserve to be here, that you deserve to be here. We can look at the current situation and bare it.
And we do that by doing small things. Jam out and listen to music while picking up litter on your block, go to a library and just hang out or research something you love, make seed Bombs and toss them I to abandoned lots, make silly cartoons. Whatever it is, it will be enough.
The weight of the world isn't ment for the individual no matter how much Capitalism and Elites will try and guilt you over their failures. That weight is ment for collective groups, but your job as a Person is to be happy where you can and to be kind so others can be happy. The last thing that I always keep in my heart is a quote from my fave author Ursula Le Guin:
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Hang in there, a brighter tomorrow is gunna happen. I promise 🌻
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Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!
Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫
This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕
Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold
You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?
Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go
Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep
Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting
Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.
For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.
He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"
Or maybe that's just you.
But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.
So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.
You: I'll try
You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi
You: Boss's orders
That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.
Yoongi: Yes boss
Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now
He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.
Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow
You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this
Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight
You: That's the plan
You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.
You: Sorry abour any typos
You: I'm like typing with one hand
Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.
Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation
You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?
Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!
Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -
and then a new message appears.
Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up
Excuse me??
Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.
"Yoongi?"
A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."
The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.
"You did?"
"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?
"I - um - thank you?"
Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.
"You ok?"
"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."
He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."
"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.
"Don't be. It's really cute."
Well thank fuck for that.
"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."
Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.
"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"
"Brushing my teeth."
"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."
"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?
"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"
Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."
More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.
"You mean…"
"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."
He exhales shakily. "Really?"
"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.
"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.
"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"
"A date?"
You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"
"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.
"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."
"Good night, Yoongi."
Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.
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amymbona · 5 months ago
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hey! :-) just wanted to say that I love your work <3
Also, I was wondering if you listen to Ariana Grand for at least her newest album cause “I wish I hated you” gives me failedmarriage!au with Patrick & I would love to see you bring that to life
no worries if you choose not to <3 love your work!!!
Hiii you're so so so kind I'm sending you lots of kisses! :33333 🫶🫶🫶🫶
I don't really listen to Ariana but took a look at the lyrics and get exactly what you mean! Failed marriage is one of the best angsty tropes that there is and I always eat that up. All the years spent together that crumbled into smithereens, and suddenly the bed next to you is empty.
Life without Patrick is so empty to you. Despite having to move on and continue going to work every day, as if nothing as happened, your days feel infinitely more boring, more meaningless. There's nobody waiting for you with a cup of warm tea and there is nobody you could wake and make dinner for. Nobody's watching the sports channel on TV and you don't have to race to the bathroom each morning because there is one who would spend half an hour applying the right amount of gel into their hair.
Nobody steals your blankets and hugs you when you're cold anymore. You haven't felt the touch of another person in weeks, aside from your overly friendly coworker who's always eager for a high five. Nobody has stroked your hair nor kissed you when you cried, clutching onto the last bits of your husband... Ex husband.
The sheets don't smell like him anymore, there's not a single clothing article of his in your wardrobe, aside from two pairs of sneakers that are too small his feet anyway, so he never asked you to send them his way. His coffee cup is gone too, the one you got him at a charity shop, with a little best husband written on the front side.
He generously allowed you to stay in the apartment, insisting he's rich enough to buy two more houses and saying he travels a lot anyway so it would be pointless if he kept the home you shared, only collected his personal belongings and left. All traces of him are gone, aside the two pairs of shoes, the printed pictures of you two that you had to hide into the depths of your closet (for your own sanity), a few pieces of jewellery and the other precious gifts, and, of course, the wedding ring now hidden in the drawer or your bedside table.
It would be stupid to claim you're over Patrick, because it's obvious you aren't. Your friends see it, your family sees it. They know you're fucking miserable, unable to function without that man by your side. And does anyone actually blame you? You two had been together for so many years, you were not only each other's partners but also best friends, supporters, lovers... You used to be each other's everything.
And what hurts the most is the absurd reason of your break up, the mutual understanding that you simply can't fulfilling whatever there was expected from this marriage. The mutual agreement of deciding to split ways because Patrick's career is at its peak and he doesn't have as much as time for you as he used to. Not that it ever made him love you less. Quite the contrary, he learned to savour each and every moment spent with you, each time he got to hold you in his arm and smell the vanilla shampoo from your hair.
But he knew that you were hurting, that you couldn't just take a month long break from your work and travel the world with him (even though he offered to provide for the both of you, confidently trying to convince you that he'd love nothing more than for you to be his stay at home life and just look pretty and cook for him). He knew you were missing him deeply, that you were - even when you claimed not to - jealous he'd find a prettier, wealthier and sexier woman and fall for her. Because he had the reputation of a ladies' men, and you knew what he was once like during high school. But despite all of that, he always remained loyal.
Patrick always wanted the best for you, even though you couldn't quite see it, and that is why he had to break up with you. Perhaps it was selfish, but he couldn't bear to see you like that. It broke his heart to hear you cry to him on the phone about how much you missed him, how much you wished he was next to you. And he could never give you all of that. He knew you should find somebody who could give you everything you need. Someone who wasn't him.
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Stampy’s Lovely World Dashboard Simulator 2: The Squeakquel
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Just got fished out of the lake again
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They’re taking me to their fishing boat
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Just moved into the fisherman’s house
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I live here now 👍
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squid no
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I’m no longer homeless
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Hit The Target will be put on the naughty list for the 6th consecutive year in a row
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Not going to happen.
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Santa Claus knows what you did
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Every day I fight for a better future, free from the tyranny of that wretched feline. You may laugh now, but the virtuous rise to the top in a crumbling world.
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Looks like someone got coal in their stocking this year
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Grew a mushroom today
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hell yeah that’s where it’s at
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can we get a hell yeah from all my fungus mutuals
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I want to see the mushroom
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Tooth fairy how much do you owe in undeclared taxes
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Lovely World is a tax haven. I don’t pay anything in taxes, I just do my civic duty collecting teeth!
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Hey sometimes it’s nice to yearn for a life you can never have
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We’re on pumpkin pieblr now
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samgirl98 · 1 year ago
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Mending a Family 27/?
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It's Danny's Birthday!
Wow, I was surprised at the support I got on the last chapter with the PTA rivalry. We won't see Avril for a few chapters, but I already have a few ideas.
Danny’s birthday fell on a Friday. Jason asked his little boy if he wanted to have a party with his classmates. He said no.
“I’d rather spend it with you, daddy, and then have a sleepover with Lian.”
So, on Danny’s birthday, Jason took Danny to work on the Mustang instead of going to school. Hank instantly fell for Danny. It helped that the little boy knew about cars, their parts, and the tools used to fix them.
“You’ve taught that boy well,” Hank said while giving Danny some hard candy.
“Thanks,” Jason said. It’s not like he could mention his son came with that knowledge from before.
Jason spent the day with his son while Jazz fixed the house with balloons, bought the cake, and arranged the presents. He didn’t want to leave everything to her, but Jazz had insisted that Danny deserved to spend his birthday with his father.
Jason’s smile didn’t leave the whole day.
Jason bought Danny a burger, fries, a shake, and a sundae for lunch. Jason couldn’t help but laugh with Danny as he wiped the chocolate sauce off his little boy’s face. They fixed the car for a while longer, then walked around the village. At Danny’s insistence, they stopped at a bookstore. He didn’t know why Danny wanted to go to that particular bookstore so badly. Jason felt a weird but nice energy around the place.
It had just opened and seemed to have every genre of books under its small roof. Jason had fun browsing and was already thinking of when he could come back.
Danny went straight to the science books and found a bunch of engineering and, surprise, surprise, space—particularly alien technology and culture. Jason also got a few books that piqued his interest. He got a few trashy romance books, two sci-fi ones, and one with the entire collection of Emily Brontë. Surprisingly, it had been published a few years after her death and was in pristine condition.
“Did you gentlemen find everything you needed?”
Jason’s skin started to get goosebumps, and his breath came out in smokey wisps.
The cashier was pale with vivid green eyes, black hair, a goatee, and pointy ears. He had glasses, a scarf, and a purple coat over a gray shirt. Jason could see fangs when he smiled.
“Hey, Ghost Writer,” Danny greeted.
“Danny, do you know this…gentleman?”
“Yeah, he’s a ghost. He used to help me with my English homework. He keeps records of everything ever written in his library in the Infinite Realms. What are you doing here?”
“Well, little one, after we heard what happened with the Fentons, a few of us were worried. I volunteered to find you.”
“Really, why? You hate leaving your library.”
“I was worried. Despite how we met, you were one of the few ghosts that would visit me. I missed my friend. Although, I’m surprised to see you so small. And who is this with you?”
“This is my daddy, Jason. He loves to read! He reads me bedtime stories at night.”
“Ah, a fellow bibliophile. Always nice to meet someone who appreciates the written word.”
Jason shook the ghost’s hand; it was cold.
“You’re like Danny, aren’t you? Another halfa.���
Jason nodded.
“Well, it’s good to see someone who cares for Danny. Come by anytime you want.”
“You’re going to stay?”
“Yes, this dimension is…interesting. I think I’ll hang around for a while. Maybe find some new inspiration for my writing.”
Jason didn’t know what to think about the other ghost. Hell, he hadn’t met any other ghosts and was a little weirded out that he seemed so…normal. He even gave them a discount.
“Ghost discount,” he said with a wink, “come back whenever you want! And do recommend my shop to anyone who likes books. I have everything from romance to arcane magic.”
Jason filed that away. He should send Raven along. She could give a read on the place.
They went back home. Danny hummed as he read his new books. After seeing Ghost Writer, he seemed in better spirits (pun intended.)
Jazz had done a great job with the decorations. It turned out Raven, Roy, and Lian had also come early to help set up. Jason hugged Raven greeted Roy with a high five, and Lian with a secret handshake.
Danny ran up to Lian and immediately got her attention. He showed off his books, glad to have his cousin, aunt, and uncle around for his birthday. Soon, the two kids were running off with each other.
They freaked out Roy a bit when Danny was flying in circles with Lian in his arms. The kids laughed at Roy’s distress before Raven got the two children. She used the shadows to make figures to entertain the kids. Even little Ellie enjoyed the show.
Then came presents and cake.
The cake had been ordered to be shaped like a rocket. Danny loved it.
The presents came after the cake.
Lian had convinced Grandpa Ollie to get an autograph from Martian Manhunter. Danny squealed in delight at the photograph with the signature. He hugged Lian tightly and stared at it. Jason promised they would get it framed as soon as possible so it wouldn’t get ruined.
Auntie Raven had gotten Danny a lamp that projected stars and planets and changed colors. Danny hugged his aunt, and Raven couldn’t help but feel warmth at the happiness coming off the little boy.
Next, Danny opened Jazz’s present. She gave him a gold locket with a crescent moon and the North Star. In the locket was a picture of Jason and Jazz holding Ellie. Danny put it around his neck and hid it under his shirt. He didn’t want to lose it.
Uncle Roy had gotten Danny a black and silver star globe. It showed every constellation, and the best part, it glowed in the dark. He’d be able to see the stars in his room.
Even though she hadn’t shown up, Talia had also sent a gift. Jason had been a bit nervous, worried it would be another weapon. He sighed in relief when he saw it was a green blanket with gold embroidery. It was lined in fur and obviously very expensive. Even though Danny didn’t really like Talia (she had made his daddy anxious), he couldn’t help but rub his face on the soft material. He would keep it.
Lastly came his daddy’s present. He opened it with gusto. He gasped when he saw a build-your-own model of the Watch Tower Satellite. It had 1,500 pieces and would be three feet tall when completed. It had cost Jason a pretty penny to get it, but getting his son’s toothy grin and hug was worth it.
Afterward, Roy and Lian showed Danny how to use a bow and arrow. Lian even showed off a little at how better she was at it. Danny pouted, but eventually, he started getting the hang of it. He even asked Jason if he could have archery lessons.
“Sure, chum, I’ll see what I can do.”
“What do you mean, ‘you’ll see what you can do?’ I’m right here to teach the little tyke.”
Jason pretended to think about it and sighed dramatically, “Alright, I guess.”
“Why you, little,” Roy chased Jason around. Jason couldn’t help but laugh at his older brother’s antics. He paused for a moment, and Roy tackled him.
Older brother. Somewhere along the way, Roy had become a brother to him and Raven an older sister.
Could I have had this with Dick if I hadn’t come back wrong?
He dismissed the thought. Right now, it was about being happy and spending time with his family.
That night, they started a campfire and roasted some marshmallows. Danny pointed out the constellations and talked about the myths behind them as his little family listened with rapt attention. Jazz and Jason had set up two tents.
While Lian and Danny would sleep in one, Roy and Jason would sleep in another. Raven and Jazz would sleep in the house so Ellie wouldn’t be alone. The two kids didn’t get much sleep. They played with flashlights and told ‘scary’ stories while their fathers listened to the giggling next to them.
“We have great kids,” Roy said.
“Yeah,” Jason answered.
“And I have a great brother and sisters,” Jason said. Roy looked at him and smiled.
Jason closed his eyes as the contentment surrounding him lulled him to sleep.
Special thanks to Jozette_Rosewood_125 for giving me the idea to include Ghost Writer. He won't show up for a bit, but I'll write him again.
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