#one day i will stop putting 75% of the post in the tags

[itsjustlikefallingsnow]

nothing worse than a character you liked being really popular in the fandom but in the wrong way . if no one liked them then to see good posts all you'd have to do is go into a tag or something but if there is a thriving community of people who ship him with a guy you hate it gets several times harder to find posts you agree with

[evaraeveryday]

🐦‍⬛Crøw🐦‍⬛

Excited to post my first fanfic!

Summary: when MC finds herself in a dangerous position, Sylus sends his best to watch over her. The events leading up to the phone call “crow”

Content warning: drinking, stalking

Tags: Fem!Reader Protective!Sylus

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It was another long day, with metaflux levels on the rise you had been going non stop all day taking out wanderers. Though you are exhausted you head toward a small roadside bar and pull up a stool.

“Hello,” you smile at the elderly barkeep. “One glass of beer, please.”

You sit with your beer, enjoying the peace when a man in his mid 20’s approaches you. You side eye him as he approaches, taking in his wrinkled jeans and worn hoodie. His face was still boyish, though the five o clock shad was a stark contrast.

“Good evening Miss,” he smiles and from that smile you can tell he’s used to his boyish charm getting him whatever he wanted. “Care for company?” He asks you, having already pulled out a stool next to your own.

“No, thank you,” you decline offering a polite smile. You could have sworn his smile had dropped from his face for a split second before it returned smoothly. he put his hands up and backed away to his table.

One beer turned to four and soon you were half walking, half stumbling out of the small tent hollering your thanks to the bar keep. You’re about halfway back to your apartment when the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. You stop in your tracks and slowly assess your surroundings. Soft lighting lines the streets, and aside from a couple smoking outside of a bar, no one else was around. Cautiously, you continue on. You strain your ears as you walk listening for any sign of danger. Hearing soft footsteps trailing behind you, you quickly turn around. Nothing. You decide to run the last 75 feet to your apartment building and hurriedly scan your key, securely closing the door securely behind you.

You peer across the street, straining your eyes in search of the reason for your nerves being on edge. Hesitantly, you head up to your apartment. Entering your dark, spacious apartment, you take a moment to lock the door and latch it shut before checking the rooms for any intruders. After ensuring the emptiness of your apartment, you grab a cold glass of water and take a long sip. Could you just be paranoid? Maybe being on high alert at work was making you more sensitive. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your door handle jiggle.

Quietly, you sneak over to the door and peer through the peephole to see a boyish face examining your door. He lifts your welcome mat before feeling around the edges of your door. It occurs to you he’s looking for a key. You take a step back from the door, hoping he didn’t see your shadow through the peephole. After a tense few seconds, you work up the courage to peer back into the hall. Pressing your face to the door, you jump as your phones ringtone blares from your pants pocket. You check the peephole again to see an empty hallway and let out a relieved sigh as your phone continued to ring. The special ringtone could only belong to one person; Sylus.

“What is it,” you demand into the phone as you take another peek into the hallway to be sure it was still empty.

“Well, good evening to you too, Kitten,” the deep voice on the other end of the line croons. “What’s wrong?” He asked, concern trickling into his voice when you don’t respond with a snarky comment.

“Nothing,” you sigh, perching on the arm of your sofa. “I just think some creep followed me home.” The other end of the line went deadly silent.

“What did they look like?” Was all Sylus asked. You knew that tone and instantly went into deescalation mode.

“It’s fine, Sylus. He’s gone already and probably won’t be coming back. Plus, I can defend myself.” You remind him. He hums in slight agreement, though you’re sure this is not the last you’ve heard of the subject. “So, what do you want?”

The next morning you were on high alert as you walked to work. So it was easy to notice that you had a tail. Testing your theory, you stop and go a few times listening for the telltale fluttering of mechanical wings. Sylus must have sent Mephisto to watch you. You turn and yell in the general direction you suspect your stalker to be.

“Go home!” You yell, flailing your arms in a shooing motion. Silence responded back to you. You huff out an impatient breath and whip out your phone, dialing Sylus’ number. No answer. You roll your eyes before shoving your phone back into your pocket and continuing on to work. Later you attempt another call to Sylus. Straight to voicemail.

Throughout the day you continue your barrage of calls each time you catch glimpse of that damned bird who you just KNOW is reporting your every move to Onychinus’ leader. At work, you look up possible ways to disable the bird, but By the time you make it back home you have completely lost your patience. You slide your glass patio door open and step into the cool night air coming face to face with your feathery, mechanical stalker.

“I know you have better things to be doing besides babysitting,” you attempt to reason with the bird. “Why don’t you just go ahead and do whatever mechanical menaces do?” The bird just stares at you blankly. For a second, you’re unsure if the bird is functioning. You knock on its head and it lets out a caw that sounds more like grinding gears startling you slightly. You glare at the cursed creature and turn to head back inside, ignoring its trilling caws that you’re sure is laughter. Before you could slide the door shut, he flew inside, taking a watchful position on the counter.

“You look thirsty,” you comment, sliding a glass of water to the bird perched on your counter. It cocks its head at you and lets out a caw.

As you’re debating smashing the bird with a rock, you finally receive a call back from Sylus.

“You called a dozen times,” he sighs. “What’s up?”

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #22: Sexting

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Swiss/Dew

Summary: Dew and Swiss's teams play on opposite sides of the country, but that won't stop them from getting up to their usual antics.

Takes place in a scene mentioned in chapter four of Five Minutes for Fighting, but if you don't want to read a 15k fic right now, Swiss and Dew are on opposing hockey teams and speedrunning an enemies to lovers arc. They're about 75% of the way there in this fic. I wasn't comfortable enough writing smut to write this scene out when I posted that chapter, but I am now. Tada!

Contains mutual masturbation, phone sex, and two idiots pining for each other.

Tagging @forlorn-crows, @nocturnalghoul, @askingforthesun, and @highdefinitions for hockey ghoul reasons <3 and a special thank you to @highdefinitions for helping me with Swiss's team's name.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Dew flops down on the hotel mattress, a bit too firm for his taste, and grabs his phone off of the nightstand. In the time it took for him to wash the sweat from his hair and change into comfortable clothing, he's gotten a new message.

S: Saw the highlights from the Ghouls game tonight. A lot of those clips were you.

Dew preens, even though he knows the other man's just trying to butter him up. He did play well. When he really applies himself, when he gets in the zone, when he's not picking fights with Swiss for fun, he's one of the top scorers on the roster.

He runs through the game schedules in his mind, trying to remember the next time the Popestars, Swiss's team, and the Ghouls play. It's not for a couple of weeks, but Dew does remember that the Popestars were scheduled to play the Holy Hitters a few hours prior. Dew opens his phone, starts texting back.

D: Didn't you skate tonight? When the fuck did you have time to watch Ghouls highlights?

S: At the hotel now. You took some big hits tonight, spitfire

Dew groans at the reminder, sore ribs and shoulder lighting up. He had been checked pretty good, slammed into the plexiglass by defensemen almost twice his size trying to steal the puck away from him.

S: Got me all worked up, watching you get tossed around like a ragdoll.

D:Real subtle. You don't want to praise me for my good game, you just want to burn off that adrenaline.

S: So? What's the difference between me texting you and me railing your ass in your locker room shower?

Dew groans, even as his cock twitches in interest at the memories. He palms at himself through his sweatpants.

D: The difference is that you're on the other side of the fucking country and can't actually fuck me.

Dew can almost hear Swiss's chuckle as the text bubble pops up.

S: Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I texted you what I'd want us to be doing if we were in the same timezone?

Dew takes a deep breath through his nose, hair fanned out under his head. He presses the heel of his hand harder into his dick, groaning.

D: Fine. Yes. What would you want?

Dew turns his head to groan into the pillows as he palms himself, reading Swiss's reply.

S: I keep thinking about the night you snuck into my hotel room, the night your captain really fucked me up? The first night I got to have you in an actual bed. I want to do that again. Really take my time with you.

Dew fumbles one handed with the drawstrings on his sweatpants, texting back with his dominant hand. He pushes his hand down his sweats and boxers, palming himself with a groan.

D: You wanna take me apart again? You gonna be real sweet about it, like you were then, or do you want to push me around like in the showers?

S: I was thinking about how easy it would be to manhandle you, take you how I want. I know it's a bit of a sore point, but you're so much smaller than me. My hands nearly wrap all the way around your waist, spitfire. It makes you quick and hard to hit on the ice, but fuck, if it doesn't get me going. Wanna hold you down and make you take it.

Dew groans loudly. wrapping his hand around himself properly, his length beginning to spit precum. He shoves his sweats and underwear down, freeing himself, giving himself more room to work.

D: Yeah? you gonna make me take it rough, split me open on you? You want me to fight back or take it nice?

S: I don't think it was gonna be rough. Sure that's how we started, but I liked being sweet on you, making you feel good.

Even though there's no one there to see him blush, Dew turns his face into the pillows and whines, high and feminine. He steels himself and scowls, typing frantically.

D: Fucking sap.

S: You liked it. You were the one who asked to take our time to begin with.

D: Fine. You caught me.

S: I'm calling you. Pick up.

Dew freezes as his phone rings, blaring the Popestars' goal song. It had been a funny joke, assigning that song to Swiss's contact, but he's pavloved himself on the ice when they play against each other. He wants to hear it more than he wants Mountain to make the save.

He picks up, and the warm sound of Swiss's voice filters through, a little tinny from the speakers. "Hey, spitfire," he groans, and Dew's stomach flips as he hears the wet noise of Swiss touching himself.

"You get started without me?" Dew says, trying and failing to mock him.

Swiss laughs, the sound fading into a low groan. "You can't tell me you haven't started. I know how flustered you get when I talk dirty, spitfire."

Dew rolls his eyes, grateful Swiss can't actually see it. He presses the heel of his hand into his dick, biting back the resulting groan. "Yeah, and what about it?"

"You blush so pretty," Swiss says, and Dew can picture him, sprawled out on his hotel bed over the covers, his dirty clothes strewn in a pile on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other pressing his phone to his ear. "You turn cherry red from the tips of your ears all the way down to your nipples, makes your piercings really stand out. You know your dick turns the same color when you start to drip?"

Dew can't bite back his whimper, and he curses himself as he hears Swiss's hand falter on himself. "Shut up," he whines.

Swiss chuckles, and Dew privately, secretly, wishes he could record the sound, replay it whenever he wants. "You don't want me to shut up, spitfire. You want me to keep talking so you can get off to it."

Dew sets the phone down next to him on speaker, biting the heel of his hand hard as he starts jerking himself off again. "What- what about it?" He pants, trying to keep his cool as Swiss's voice makes his dick twitch.

"It's okay, spitfire, I know what gets you off, want to make you feel good even though I can't do it myself," Swiss coos, voice slightly tinny. "Jerk yourself off for me, want to hear how good you feel."

Dew can't help but obey, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his dick, watching fascinated as it drips precum down his shaft, easing the way for his hand. He knows there's a travel size bottle of lube in his go bag, but he can't be damned to get up and get it. He doesn't want to leave his phone behind, even though it's on speaker and he'll still be able to hear.

"Swiss," he whispers, scared one of his teammates will be able to hear on the other side of the wall, even though he's safe behind soundproof hotel walls. "Swiss, fuck, please."

"Yeah, spitfire?" Swiss replies, sounding entirely too collected as he strokes himself vigorously on the other line. "Tell me what you want."

"Wanna be with you, want it to be your hand on me, want to get my hands on you," Dew whispers, face hot and eyes squeezed shut as Swiss makes him describe his desires. He strokes himself faster, reaching down with his free hand to pull at his piercings. He keens, and he can hear Swiss's responding groan, the wet noises from the other end speeding up.

"Want to get my mouth on you again, spitfire," Swiss groans, and Dew speeds his own strokes up to match Swiss's pace. Swiss only lets the pleasure affect him when he's close, and Dew doesn't want to be too far behind when he cums. "You tasted so good, such a sweet mouthful for me."

Dew sobs, cock kicking in his hand as he pinches his nipple hard, pebbling the pink flesh. "Close," he whines, jerking himself off furiously, his cock weeping precum.

"Yeah, spitfire, baby?" Swiss moans. "You gonna cum for me? So far away from you but I'm still gonna make you cum, spitfire."

"Yeah, you are. Fuck," Dew whines, muffling the sound into his hand.

"Hand off of your mouth, baby. Need to hear it, Dew, need it so bad. Need you so bad," Swiss whines, and Dew can hear his breath hitch as his hand speeds up. "Gonna cum for you, princess, gonna make a mess just for you."

"Do it," Dew pants, "I'm gonna cum, Swiss, please cum with me."

Swiss shouts wordlessly, and the slightly-warped noise is all it takes to send Dew flying over the edge himself. He shoots ropes of hot, pearly cum over his knuckles, pooling in his happy trail, wailing the whole time he works himself through it.

"Good boy," Swiss groans, and Dew's seen him in the aftermath enough times to picture his face in perfect clarity, brows furrowed, eyes shut tight, chest heaving as he breathes heavily through his nose. The mental image is enough to make his dick kick valiantly between his legs, but he ignores it, still floating on the high.

"Fuck me, Swiss," Dew laughs, trying to catch his breath. "I just got out of the shower. Wouldn't have washed up if I knew you were just gonna make me make a mess again."

Swiss chuckles on the other end. He hears the rustle of him running a hand over his curls. "You wanna send me a picture, spitfire? I'd like to save that for later."

Dew groans, tilting his head back into the pillows. "Fuck, Swiss, you can't just say that."

"Well, I did," Swiss laughs, but Dew can still hear his heavy breathing. "How about this, you send me a picture of your mess, I'll send you one of mine. Deal?"

Dew moans at the thought, his cum still dripping from his fingers. "Yeah, I'll do it, give me a minute."

"No rush," Swiss says, voice evening out. "Just wanna see what I do to you. Bet you look real pretty, spitfire. It's a shame they're not my bruises on that pretty body."

"Possessive," Dew laughs, chest still heaving. "Give it a couple weeks, you can bruise me up all you want. Make me bleed, even."

There's a long silence, and Dew's suddenly unsure of the words he's just said.

"I don't think I want to make you bleed anymore, Dew," Swiss says, something strange in his tone. "Bruises, marks, sure. I don't think I want you to bleed."

"Huh," Dew says eloquently. "Okay. No bleeding, then. We can work with that."

Swiss sighs, and Dew can imagine him nodding. "Alright. I do mean it, Dew. You played well tonight."

"Thank you," Dew whispers. "I'll look for your highlights after I shower. After the picture, I mean."

Swiss chuckles. "Tonight wasn't my best game," he admits. "I didn't play nearly as well as you did, spitfire."

Dew cackles, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his clean hand. "I'll be the judge of that, Swiss. We play again in what, three weeks?"

"Yeah, think so," Swiss says.

"Think I'm gonna let you go in a bit," Dew says, hesitantly, trying not to show how clingy he wants to be. "I'll get you that picture, and then I'm going to run up this hotel's hot water bill. Got a bus ride in the morning and I hate sleeping on the bus. I'll see you at the next game?"

"Yeah, spitfire," Swiss says fondly, and his voice almost feels almost like a caress against his hot cheek. "I'll see you at the next game."

There will be no next game. Swiss gets traded to the Ghouls a week from this moment, but neither of them know that yet. How could they? For now, they bask in the afterglow, listening to each other breathe thousands of miles apart.

[neverbelessthan]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

I was tagged by @adickaboutspoons and @edsrosetattoo. Thank you for thinking of me! ❤️❤️❤️ I love this shit. And sorry for taking so long to do it, I had so. much. uni. work.

Are you named after anyone?

Katharine Hepburn. And my mother gave me her middle name ('her' as in my mother's, not 'her' as in Hepburn's - although, Houghton? What a bitchin' middle name jfc), which has pissed my sister off literally from the day I was born because she got given a(n arguably lovely) random middle name instead. Suck it.

When was the last time you cried?

Today.

Do you have kids?

Yep.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I’m an equestrian (dressage, specifically) although I’ve been out of it for a while because I had to have some surgeries, also because I’m broke, and horseriding is basically like burning money. Also figure skating. Group sports are the devil.

Do you use sarcasm?

I honestly wouldn’t know how to get through life without sarcasm. I’m like, 75% sarcasm (in person, at least - online I tend to be a bit more sincere because I generally obsessively re-read anything I post or comment before letting it loose in the world and if it comes off too sarcastic in my own head I’m like dude … stop being a dick).

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I’m hyper-sensitive, and I have acute sensory-sensitivity issues, so generally I pick up on the minutia of how someone presents at any given time (sometimes because it’s all my brain can take in, because wider general observations are too much), like I’ll pick up on shit people aren’t even aware that they’re putting down. Ask me how much fun I am at parties.

What’s your eye colour?

Brown. Very much towards the uniform brown/black end of the spectrum though, not hazel.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither.

Any talents?

I’m weirdly excellent at claw machines? Someone pointed out to me the other day that I’ll need to budget half a suitcase and a not-insignificant amount of my travel budget to The Claw Machines because Japan is full of them, and it honestly hadn’t even occurred to me. And by ‘weirdly excellent’ I mean weirdly excellent - like I can’t remember ever having started on one and not ended with a sizeable audience. I recently had a worker at one stop me mid-game to open the box and reshuffle the toys and then watch over my shoulder because he thought I was cheating. I’m also really good at mimicking people’s handwriting. I don’t have a gag reflex. I have full-body hyperextension, so I can do weird/terrifying joint-related things. Are we supposed to be picking weird stuff? I do have normal talents but they’re boring.

Where were you born?

Sydney, Australia.

What are your hobbies?

Sculpture, photography, crochet, knitting. I like small-scale art - miniatures, origami. Music (I play the piano, cello, guitar, and sing). I like plants (hoyas, particularly). Is travelling a hobby (my brain would like me to accept that no, it’s a coping mechanism for escaping the nihilistic futility of existence :)? I’m doing two university degrees right now, so I find that my hobbies don’t get much bandwidth and when I’m not reading about neuroscience or philosophy I’m usually just staring into the middle distance letting my brain power down for 5 minutes. Is that a hobby?

Do you have any pets?

I have a cat. And some tropical fish. And a semi-domesticated water dragon named Richard.

How tall are you?

5’2”. Or, as people often enjoy pointing out: pocket-sized.

Favourite subject in school?

I hated my school, and therefore generally hated all subjects by extension. I loved anything creative: art, music, drama, creative writing, but I was too much of a social weirdo to not get bullied about it all, so I stopped bothering because I wasn’t willing to make/do what I really wanted to because I was too terrified of getting shat on about it, and there didn’t seem much point in doing any of it halfway. Plus it was an academically selective smartypants-assface school, so they didn’t put much stock in anything creative, unless you could top the state in it, and I didn’t really want that sort of pressure, thanks.

Dream job?

Some sort of very well paid, very infrequently required consultant.

I tag, with absolutely no pressure at all (and with profuse apologies to anyone who hates these things or who has already done it and i somehow missed you doing it because i’ve been buried under research and only on here sporadically the past week): @jessystardust, @majesticartax, @follows-the-bees, @theangelyouknew, @iamadequate1, @jeffsinnbythesea, @tositandadmire, @ameryth74, and literally any other mutuals who I haven’t tagged and who haven’t done it that would like to do it. I get such insane social anxiety about participating in these things, but also I love them: The Horrors. Also I know that I didn't tag 15 people, but … anxiety (I've tried to not include people who I've already seen tagged, and have literally gone through the last 50 or so posts of the people I have tagged to try and make sure they haven’t already done it, because i’m an idiot, and you know, being an idiot like that takes time).

[squigglywindy]

I posted 5,454 times in 2022

That's 5,454 more posts than 2021!

1,354 posts created (25%)

4,100 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bllaaaaarrgh

@silvercaptain24

@here4dragons

@triforce-of-mischief

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I tagged 2,958 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#squiggles answers - 733 posts

#squiggles rambles - 191 posts

#anon my beloved - 141 posts

#dragon my beloved - 128 posts

#silver my beloved - 104 posts

#beautiful art - 104 posts

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#linked universe - 75 posts

#howl my beloved - 72 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i misspelled so many words don’t mind me if it’s not a cardiac drug i haven’t thought about it for three days at least. my grammar is gone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Love how youre 20 and like “I feel old” like mood but also I turned 19 and rather than feeling old myself I fr just went “wow how is everyone here so SMALL why is everyone a baby” 💀

Adfdskfhdsljklh y'know what, it's kind of a combination

132 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

Y'know what. I just had a thought and I'm going to share it because it's What I Do.

I recently saw a really, really good writer putting down their work because it wasn't 'up to their usual standards', and 'not as good as it could have been' and 'just plain garbage' (It was none of you my lovely moots, I have no idea who this person was, I just saw them online).

And I read their little story and like...it was good. It was really, really good. Maybe they've been writing longer than me, maybe they're just That Talented, but it made me think that like...it was better than probably anything I'll ever produce, and...they didn't like it.

Made me think things like 'why do I bother sharing my weird little stories when even something this good isn't Good Enough?'

So then, because I'm me, I had a Lot Of Thoughts. What if there's a Baby Writer reading my stuff, and they see me throwing down on it because I have the self-confidence of a bullied slug, and decide that hey. Maybe my stuff's not Good Enough, so I'll keep it to myself.

Because the thing is, I've been writing for fifteen years. Am I great at it? Maybe not. As good as I'll ever get? No, everyone's always improving all the time! But I've been doing it for a while. Will everything I write be a masterpiece? Absolutely not! But do I string together words with a little more proficiency than somebody writing their first story ever? Probably. And I don't want any of them looking at what I say about my writing and deciding that they shouldn't try.

So, this is my official statement that I'm going to stop being self-deprecating about the things I create, and my request for anyone who sees me break this promise to jump on me and make me delete it. Yes, I'm still going to look at it and feel like it could be better. I'm still going to read my stuff and hate it sometimes. I'm human, and sometimes humans have trouble seeing value in their own work, even if it's so easy to see it in other people's. But I'm trying to get better. Because just the act of creating something makes it priceless. We, as writers and artists and people in general, put a little piece of our hearts into everything we do, and that's worth something. It's worth creating. It's worth sharing. And it's worth forcing yourself to see the value in it.

Please, please, never look at what somebody thinks about themselves, or anyone else, and wonder if it applies to you.

Never hesitate to create something, and share it, and be proud of it, just because maybe you think it will never be as good as what somebody else made.

It's not a race. It's not a competition. We're here to have fun.

Ily'all/plat. Keep creating. Keep sharing. Keep being you; you're awesome enough exactly as you are <3

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#3

292 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#2

The Loaf

This one's for you, @bllaaaaarrgh

Title: The Loaf

Warnings: Implied major character death. The loaf wins. Unironic use of the word "Yonkers".

Summary: Wild fist fights a massive loaf of bread. Read all about it here: https://at.tumblr.com/bllaaaaarrgh/imagine-this-wild-fist-fighting-a-massive-loaf-of/lsi6mmc4dpb6

General Notes: I tried something different with this one; it switches back and forth between past and present. Past will be in italics.

More Notes: This is sheer insanity. I had a lot of fun with it, and am fully prepared to face the consequences of my actions.

It was a curse, he was sure of it. Whether it was the bread or himself that was cursed, he may never know for sure. But he did know, with absolute certainty, that normal bread didn't behave in such a manner.

But he didn’t have time to question the origins of the loaf. Barely had time to arm himself with a spoon. By the time he saw the loaf, it was too late.

--

It had all started hours earlier, when Time had called for a break and the Links had settled down in a clearing to rest their legs, refill their waterskins, or take a quick nap. It had taken minimal convincing for everyone to agree to let Wild wander; go off on his own to run off some energy and scavenge for interesting mushrooms. And that, if he had been able to look back on the occasion, may have been his first mistake.

--

The loaf towered over him, easily five feet tall. It was just bread, really, but he could swear it had a face. The perfectly baked crust flaked in such a way as to give it the impression of angry eyebrows, glaring down at Wild as if he had, somehow, personally wronged the bread. As if he weren’t solely responsible for giving it life.

--

He found the mushroom beside a tree, nestled between a mess of roots as mushrooms so often are. It was bigger than any mushroom he’d ever seen, and glowing a bright intense orange. It seemed alive, in a way that far surpassed all other fungi. The glow pulsated in the evening light, and a grin broke across Wild’s face as ran forward, clutching the stalk of the mushroom between his hands. It was hard to pull up, the mycelium reaching far into the ground. The mushroom was strong, but Wild was stronger. Eventually, the roots snapped and Wild stumbled backwards with the loss of resistance, landing hard on the ground but grinning from ear to ear at the massive mushroom in his hands. It was going to make a fantastic snack, he thought. And that, anyone would agree, was his second mistake.

--

Wild was a gentleman, so he let the bread throw the first punch. If what the bread did could, in fact, be called a punch. It moved in ways that shouldn’t have been possible for such a massive wall of freshly cooked yeasty goodness, traveling on invisible feet to hurl itself at Wild, whacking his head with the usually-satisfying crackle of crisp bread crust being torn. It didn’t sound as nice, up close; not when the bread was pounding into his skull.

He swung the spoon, then; whacking it into the side of the bread in a desperate attempt to bring down his biggest mistake. To undo the monster he had created. But the bread was a step ahead, as it always seemed to be. It made sense, he realized as it happened, that a bread that could come to life would also be able to absorb a wooden spoon.

The spoon disappeared into the side of the bread, consumed just like every other chance he had at defending himself. It was just him and his fists, now. Just Wild’s bare hands against the bread.

--

He didn’t take the mushroom back to the makeshift camp to show the others; if he did, they’d only tell him not to eat it. They’d say it’s ‘too big’ and ‘too orange’ and ‘doesn’t even grow around here where’d you find it put it back’. There were times he was absolutely sure that they didn’t want him to have any fun at all.

And so he set up right where he was. Started a fire, heated up his portable cooking pot, and set to work on preparing his latest creation.

The mushroom was powdery; almost flour-like, when he crushed it with a rock and sprinkled it into the pot. With a texture like that, only one course of action made sense: he was going to make bread. Or a pancake, really, given the supplies he had to work with. But it would be huge and delicious and when he brought it back to camp, everyone would ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over how good it was. Just as long as they never found out what it was made out of.

He tossed in the other ingredients; some milk of questionable origins, an egg he’d found in a hot spring three or four months prior, and a sprinkle of his live yeast culture. Afterall, there was nothing worse than flat bread.

Once the last few ingredients were added, he stirred it all up with his spoon and sat on a rock to wait; humming quietly to himself as he watched the pot patiently. Alone, in the woods, cooking bread made out of mushrooms. It was truly the recipe for his third mistake.

--

With nothing left to fight back with, Wild flung his fists with all his might. They impacted against the side of the loaf, bread flakes flying but doing nothing to halt the path of carnage the loaf was creating. The fifth time his fist connected with the crust, he was forcefully reminded of the fate of his favorite spoon.

He was absorbed. Slowly, to give him the illusion of hope. His hand sunk into the bread, encased within the warm interior of his latest baking endeavor. “Yonkers!” He shouted in panic as the bread sucked him in up to her shoulder. He was powerless to fight back against the loaf; he had no weapons, and bread would not hear reason. He was well and truly trapped.

--

The bread didn’t stop rising when it hit pancake-height, but he didn’t really question it until it crested the rim of the pan. It just kept going up, and Wild could only stare in wonder at the cooking miracle he had discovered. They would be eating this bread for weeks; and he wouldn’t be leaving the area without a stockpile of the magical mushroom that had made it all possible.

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My #1 post of 2022

Learned about a new frog yesterday. Some of you know of my love for frogs. Instagram knows this too, and likes to throw random frog pics at me. Anyway...

If Four was a frog, he'd be a Black Rain Frog

Evidence:

This poor creature hasn't felt joy since last year, at least

1,814 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

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[diaryofriversong]

WIP folder game thing

tagged by @sonickedtrowel thank youuuuuu 💗

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

putting this under a read more bc . i have a frankly ridiculous amount of wips. i’m also doing fandom categories so it’s more manageable sjkdfnsdjf i actually have more than this bc i didn’t include fandoms with less than 10 fics bc i got tired so 💀

doctor who, torchwood, gallifrey, & other various big finish audios

1) owen/ianto vertigo (day 1)

2) tosh/suzie (day 2)

3) orr/jack (day 3)

4) owen/andy (day 4)

5) owen/jack (day 5)

6) ianto/gwen (day 6) 

7) ianto/jack (day 7)

8) tosh/ianto (day 8)

9) owen/gwen (day 9) 

10) yvonne/andy (day 10)

11) owen/tosh/ianto (day 11)

12) owen/ianto (day 12)

13) norton/andy (day 13)

14) owen/tosh/ianto/jack/gwen (day 14)

15) tosh/jack (day 15)

16) orr/ng (day 16) 

17) tosh/gwen (day 17) 

18) norton/gideon (day 18) 

19) yvonne/andy (day 19) 

20) owen/ianto (day 20)

21) ianto/jack (day 21) 

22) jack/tyler (day 22) 

23) jack/gwen (day 23) 

24) jack/esther (day 24) 

25) owen/ianto (day 25) 

26) owen/ianto (day 26) 

27) jack/colin (day 27) 

28) mr colchester/colin (day 28) 

29) jack/tosh/ianto starlight

30)  owen/tosh/ianto/gwen/jack 1

31) jack/gwen/rhys

32) owen/ianto room #206

33) owen/ianto

34) jexie/vienna

35) romana/brax/leela/narvin pandora’s box

36) 8roberts spiral

37) 13dhawan hysterical

38) 8roberts

39) 13missy adapt

40) 8roberts bite of oblivion (vampire au) 

41) 5missy a quiet night in

42) 13dhawan the captain & the stowaway

43) 8missy wildcard

44) 13jacobi

45) romana/brax/leela/narvin above apoplexy, below incandescence

46) jason/benny/adrien the get-along tent

47) romana/brax/leela/narvin calm before the storm

48) trey romana/narvin

49) leela/narvin interspecies

50) leela/narvin step, step, & glide

51) romana i/brax aflutter

52) romana/brax/leela/narvin pivot

53) leela/narvin/romana look but don’t touch

54) livia/mantus

55) leela/narvin hound!leela

56) brax/narvin

57) romana/narvin everything

58) barbara/ian the ice planet

59) barbara/ian warm-blooded

60) barbara/ian safe

61) barbara/ian phoenicians

62) barbara/ian mind reading

63) barbara/ian haunted house

64) 5dhawan substitution

65) 13dhawan russia’s greatest love machine

66) 10jacobi torture

67) valeyard/lumiat chthonian

68) barbara/ian time stops (& troubles are abandoned)

69) norton/owen

70) 13corsair avast ye

71) 7ainley

72) river12missy epilogue

73) river13lumiat this love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead

74) 8river liv/helen like real people do

75) owen/tosh heartbeat

76) 11river

77) 13corsair dr runs into them in a prison

78) brax/narvin

79) river12missy tonight is the night; i might have wasted the tears but i won’t waste the years

80) owen/ianto

81) lumiat/valeyard

82) 8river

83) ruth/jacobi

84) 12river

85) 10simm

86) 10river

87) 13dhawan

88) 13dhawan

89) 8river

90) when i kissed the teacher

91) 8jacobi sinner’s lullaby

92) 10jacobi be as you’ve always been, be like the love that discovered sin

93) narvin/brax

94) river12missy raise a little hell

95) river12missy without reward

96) river12missy without witness

97) river12missy without hope

98) jack/graham just let me know, i’ll be at the door, hoping you’ll come around

99) yvonne/andy

100) 5ainley buttons undone

101) 12dhawan phone

102) river13lumiat

103) 12missy snap

104) narvin romana

105) river12missy i don’t know anything but i know i miss you

106) river13lumiat

107) river12missy sleeptalking

108) owen/ianto

109) river12missy the 1

110) river12missy you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding

111) river12missy & when you can’t sleep at night, you hear my stolen lullabies

112) mysterio’s coffee emporium

113) river12missy sick day

114) river12missy & just like a folk song, our love will be passed on

115) 8jacobi

116) jack/graham

117) jack12river i like you & i loved him, we could all be the best kind of friends

118) 8corsair

119) 11river

120) river12missy the twelve days of christmas

121) river12missy the time travelers’ wife

122) river12missy corsair

123) 2river xoxo sweetie

124) 12missy

125) 12missy

126) 6ainley

127) tosh/jack nightmares

128) 13dhawan

129) 12corsair bill

130) 13corsair

131) owen/jack

132) torchwood three

133) 8jacobi

134) was thoschei sanctuary

135) 8lumiat of sweet dreams & mended hearts

136) 12missy boot

137) 11dhawan watching the stars slide down to reach their end

138) 12dhawan a sweet sensation, no price too high

139) 12river

140) 8lumiat illuminate

141) 13dhawan screaming in the dark, i howl when we’re apart

142) 12macqueen

143) river/missy soft touches of a ghost

144) gallifrey ot4 letters

145) leela/romana let’s build a world of daffodils that never fades & never dies

146) barbara/ian turning in circles & blurring the lines

147) 13dhawan i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave

148) river/missy

149) corsiar jacobi heist

150) 12nardole

151) shalka

152) 6ainley

153) 12dhawan uni

154) 13dhawan wanna feel like i am floating instead of constantly exploding

155) trans ian

156) 12 sj

157) new faces, new smiles

158) lumiat

159) dhawan

160) ot4

161) ‘til death do us part

162) ten + one

163) narvin groundhog day

164) narvin brax

165) narv romana

166) romana narvin

167) ballade no. 1 in g minor, op. 23

168) head over heels

169) intertwined

170) owen

171) owen hugs

172) scongo

173) s10 rewrite

174) i love you means you’re never ever getting rid of me

175) 13dhawan

176) i won’t be home for christmas

177) a flower between two chasms

178) first time was a great time, second time was a blast, third time i fell in love

179) restful visitor

180) it takes you away 13river

181) 13river

182) you had a way so familiar but i could not recognize ‘cause you had blood in your face & i had blood in my eyes

183) pathos & ethos & logos river12missy

184) river missy

185) you ought to know, for haven’t i told you so

186) with love, missy

187) you, me, handcuffs

188) teeth

189) exquisite corpse

190) 12missy

191) valeyard twelve

192) empyrean horrors

193) 5master

194) & they both lived happily ever after

195) hello, sweetie

196) mercy

197) sad

198) an open book

199) h

200) 12river fobwatch

201) introduction to archaeology

202) the adventures of missy & june (when mum isn’t home)

203) missy visiting river @ stormcage

204) charming 13 missy

205) rome barbara/ian

206) 5river 5x

207) iris + 13

208) jo missy

209) 11 river 5+1

210) when the sun disappears & the daylight fades

211) river7

212) river4

213) barbara/ian

214) 5 times ian barbara

215) river 12

216) museum of starlight

the x-files

217) marita/krycek varicose

218) scully/pendrell

219) krycek/mulder clean shave

220) scully/doggett tarnished but so grand

221) krycek/marita sad beautiful tragic

222) scully/mulder the labryinth

223) scully/mulder question…?

224) scully/mulder paper thin

225) scully/mulder groovy trip

226) krycek/mulder

227) krycek/scully/mulder the sword of damocles

228) krycek/mulder disarm

229) scully/mulder ufology

230) scully/mulder partner

231) scully/doggett to be so lonely

232) krycek/mulder

233) krycek/mulder parting way

234) doggett/scully/mulder heavy lifting

235) scully/mulder good vibrations

236) scully/mulder doctor’s orders

237) krycek/mulder

238) scully/mulder 5 times scully was asleep for a moment of intimacy from mulder + 1 time she was awake (without him knowing it)

239) skinner/mulder

240) pendrell/scully/mulder home depot

241) krycek/mulder fever dream

242) skinner/mulder like to slap skinner’s bald head reblog to slap skinner’s bald h

243) scully/mulder kaleidoscope

244) scully/mulder

245) five times jimmy thought the gunmen were dead + one time they thought he was dead

246) skinner/mulder

247) scully/mulder wish

248) skinner/mulder see

249) skinner/mulder

250) skinner/mulder

251) skinner/scully/mulder

252) scully/mulder

253) doggett/scully/mulder talk too much

254) scully/mulder

255) scully/mulder

256) scully/reyes i’m not mulder

257) doggett/scully/mulder

258) doggett/mulder

259) krycek/marita

260) scully/mulder practice makes perfect

261) krycek/marita unravelled

262) scully/mulder heart of glass

263) pendrell/scully/mulder

264) scully/mulder curious

265) krycek/scully/mulder sweet oddities

266) krycek/mulder safe house

267) krycek/marita end

268) scully/mulder green light go

269) scully/mulder pelican springs

270) scully/mulder it could be love

271) yves/jimmy brave heart

272) yves/jimmy

273) scully/mulder

274) scully/mulder

275) scully/mulder five times mulder wants to kiss scully + one time he does something about it

276) scully/mulder

277) doggett/mulder

278) scully/mulder jump then fall

279) krycek/scully/mulder wildest dreams

280) scully/mulder one step, not much, but it said enough

281) scully/mulder

282) doggett/mulder sink & drown & die

283) scully/mulder path of flight

284) scully/mulder the lucky ones

285) scully/mulder heaven sent

286) scully/mulder the chain

287) scully/mulder undoing

288) scully/mulder

289) scully/mulder alterous

290) scully/mulder

291) scully/mulder bad moon rising

292) scully/mulder missy

293) scully/mulder a light in the dark

294) scully/mulder heist

295) doggett/scully/mulder cresswind lakes

296) scully/mulder the haunting of arden creek

297) lone gunmen

298) yves/jimmy mister bond & the mystery woman

299) skinner/scully/mulder

300) krycek/mulder deep end

301) doggett/mulder dog days

302) doggett/mulder i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard

303) scully/doggett/reyes/mulder once upon a time

304) scully/mulder rocks

305) scully/mulder

306) doggett/scully/mulder quicksand

307) reyes/doggett everything has changed

308) scully/mulder undercover

309) reyes/doggett tense

310) scully/mulder where in ancient starlight we lay in repose

311) scully/mulder/doggett

312) doggett/mulder the sunflower

313) spooky ot4 natural progression

314) cooper/mulder late nights

315) cooper/mulder insomnia solutions

316) scully/mulder relinquish

317) scully/mulder like some stranger you recognize

318) scully/mulder distraction techniques

319) scully/mulder late night talking (small potatoes au)

320) scully/mulder

321) scully/mulder human nature

322) scully/mulder paper hearts

323) scully/mulder cancer safe

324) scully/mulder howl

325) scully/mulder will you love me tomorrow?

326) scully/mulder breathe

327) scully/mulder ice

328) scully/mulder adjoining

329) scully/mulder

330) scully/mulder sanctuary

331) doggett/mulder crunch

332) scully/mulder rm9sbg93zxjz

333) doggett/scully/mulder

334) scully/mulder the frog & the swan

335) doggett/mulder

336) scully/mulder five more minutes

337) scully/mulder new york knicks

338) doggett/scully/mulder spare key

339) scully/mulder it started with the wine

340) scully/mulder

341) scully/mulder ghost

342) scully/mulder kiss

343) scully/mulder therapy

344) cooper/mulder overtime

345) krycek/mulder delicate

346) scully/mulder trust no one

347) reyes/mulder

348) scully/doggett/reyes mulder stays dead

349) doggett/mulder stress relief

350) scully/mulder

351) spooky quartet bedside manner

352) scully/mulder butterfly effect

353) cooper/mulder

354) cooper/scully/mulder where dreams come from

355) doggett/mulder

356) scully/doggett

357) doggett/scully/mulder

358) doggett/mulder

359) scully/mulder i once believed love was burning red, but it’s golden like daylight

360) phoebe/mulder inferno

361) scully/mulder extraterrestrial

362) scully/mulder

363) scully/mulder invariable

364) scully/mulder shadowed

365) scully/mulder illuminated (shadowed ii)

366) scully/mulder tenebrous (shadowed iii)

367) scully/mulder caliginous (shadowed iv)

368) scully/mulder fox

369) scully/mulder imaginary friend

370) einstein/miller

371) spooky ot4 over at the frankenstein place

372) scully/mulder all things

373) doggett/mulder undercover

374) spooky ot4

375) scully/mulder give me the keys, i’ll bring the car back around, we shouldn’t be in this town

376) scully/mulder closure

377) scully/mulder home run

378) sculy/mulder already i’m so lonesome, i could die

379) scully/mulder fluff

380) scully/mulder better man

381) scully/mulder safe & sound

382) scully/mulder

383) scully/mulder bigfoot, the elbedritsch, & other assorted cryptids

384) scully/mulder it’s you & me forever

385) krycek/mulder gun

386) scully/mulder speechless

387) scully/mulder utopia

388) scully/mulder polygraph

389) spooky ot4 i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

390) scully/mulder 5 times they were forced to share a bed + 1 time they did it willingly

391) doggett/mulder nightmares

392) spooky quartet

393) scully/mulder looking

394) scully/mulder seeking solid ground

395) scully/mulder candlelit

396) scully/mulder sinking

397) scully/mulder 

398) scully/mulder ouroboros

399) scully/mulder hugs

400) doggett/scully/mulder

401) scully/mulder sorry’s not good enough

402) scully/mulder true love’s kiss

403) skinner/mulder

404) krycek/scully/mulder

405) scully/mulder worlds away

406) scully/mulder break

407) scully/doggett like a page right out of a storybook

408) scully/mulder & if i could give you the moon, i would give you the moon

409) scully/reyes/doggett/mulder and the mission to the moon

410) scully/mulder quiet motions

411) reyes/mulder believer

412) doggett/scully/mulder

413) scully/reyes/doggett/mulder double date

414) doggett/scully/mulder unlocked doors

415) doggett/mulder in the key of x

416) reyes/mulder ghost town

417) reyes/mulder what’s in a name

418) scully/mulder oh brother

419) scully/mulder

420) krycek/mulder

421) scully/mulder siren song

422) scully/doggett

423) doggett/mulder lights out

424) scully/mulder the joker & the queen

425) scully/mulder you keep his shirt, he keeps his word

426) doggett/mulder the need to push & shove

427) doggett/mulder quiet

428) scully/mulder desk

429) spooky ot4 midnight creeper

430) scully/mulder

431) scully/doggett/reyes oh what a night

432) scully/mulder without

433) scully/mulder adrenaline rush

434) scully/mulder movie night

435) scully/mulder change of plans

436) scully/mulder fake married

437) scully/mulder the color was red

438) doggett/mulder restless

439) scully/mulder the game

440) spooky ot4 spooky quartet

441) scully/mulder encompassed

442) scully/mulder science experiment

443) scully/mulder

444) scully/mulder haptic

445) scully/mulder flavor

446) scully/mulder olfact

447) scully/mulder audible

448) scully/mulder visual

449) scully/reyes entincement

leverage

450) sophie/nate the cat & mouse job

451) hardison/parker/eliot the bruised job

452) hardison/parker/eliot the secret santa job

453) sophie/sterling the double fraud job

454) sophie/sterling/nate the cruise ship job

455) hardison/eliot the first nightmare job

456) harry/eliot the branding job

457) hardison/parker/eliot the i love you job

458) sophie/maggie the maggie job

459) sophie/nate/sterling the ???? job

460) sophie/nate the communication job

461) harry/eliot the guessing job

462) sophie/nate the wardrobe job

463) hardison/parker/eliot the jellicle job

464) sophie/nate the long distance job

465) hardison/parker/eliot the bigger bed job

466) parker/eliot the second nightmare job

467) sophie/nate the dinner job

468) sophie/harry the mister wilson job

469) sophie/harry the ??? job

470) the on the run job

471) sophie/nate the grieving job

472) sophie/nate the green-eyed job

473) the vacation job

474) sophie/maggie the ??? job

475) sophie/nate/sterling the sterling job

476) sophie/nate the san lorenzo job

477) sophie/nate the janitor closet job

478) sophie/nate/sterling the kunsthal job

479) sophie/nate the spontaneous job

480) sophie/nate the ??? job

481) sophie/nate/sterling the ???? job

482) nate/sterling the hotel room job

483) sophie/nate the ??? job

484) sophie/nate the practice job

485) sophie/nate the bedroom job

our flag means death

486) ed/stede

487) lucius/izzy

488) ed/izzy desolate

489) ed/stede

490) ed/izzy

491) jim/izzy

492) izzy/ed

493) lucius/izzy no restitution comes tonight

494) ed/izzy

495) oluwande/jim 

496) ed/izzy dirty deeds

497) ed/izzy blurred

498) ofmd inked bouquets

499) ed/stede visions i vandalize

500) lucius/izzy sealed lips

friends

501) joey/monica/chandler the one with the threesome

502) monica/chandler the one with the anniversary

503) monica/chandler the one where they’re not drunk

504) monica/chandler the one with the window

505) monica/chandler

506) joey/chandler the one where joey and chandler hook up

507) joey/monica/chandler the one where monica isn’t cheating

508) friends the one with all the polyamory

509) joey/monica/chandler

510) joey/chandler the one where there was only one bed

511) monica/chandler the one after halloween

marvel

512) thena/gilgamesh steady

513) eddie/venom/dan

514) kingo/ikaris/sersi hands on learning

515) kingo&sprite tinkerbell & the lost boy

516) thena/sersi practice

517) ikaris/druig

518) eternals sick

519) venom/eddie when the day met the night

520) venom ot4

521) wanda/vision

522) venom ot3&1/2

523) venom/eddie

524) peggy/bucky(/steve) distract

525) peggy/steve

526) steve/peggy/bucky no more keeping score, now i just keep you warm

527) peggy/bucky/steve

528) peggy/steve/bucky

529) peggy/bucky/steve lipstick

530) peggy/bucky(/steve)

531) peggy/bucky

532) peggy/bucky

533) wanda/vision how to woo a synthezoid in eleven easy steps, a guide by wanda maximoff

534) wanda/vision i’d live & die for moments that we stole on begged & borrowed time

535) wandavision pronouns

536) wanda/vision

537) wanda/vision touch

538) wanda/vision all along there was some invisible string tying you to me

539) wanda/vision pre iw

540) wanda/vision

541) wanda/vision pre iw phone

542) wanda/vision a newlywed couple just moved to town (a regular husband & wife)

543) wandavision westview era

544) wandavision sparring

546) How to Goose your Wife so you Don’t Lose your Wife

547) wandavision five times vision phased through wanda’s wall + one time he remembered to use the door

548) wandavision gold rush

549) wandavision

550) wandavision what becomes of the broken hearted?

551) agatha

tagging @sariane, @katseternity, @melodyandpond, & @magicofthepen

[but-thats-its-own-love-story]

I posted 496 times in 2022

That's 115 more posts than 2021!

44 posts created (9%)

452 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@letsgofoletsgo

@spinning-feeling

@newtsselfships

@shadxwthehedgehog

@lovinglywithyou

I tagged 491 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#imagine your f/o - 432 posts

#selfship imagines - 339 posts

#selfshipping - 75 posts

#oc f/o sophie - 50 posts

#oc f/o rina - 42 posts

#your f/o says - 36 posts

#oc f/o nettie - 27 posts

#oc f/o my pearl - 22 posts

#😳 - 16 posts

#dialogue prompts - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#sally would try to wait outside but i'd convince her to sit with me on the bed let me braid her hair admit that maybe cuddles aren't so bad

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If you've had a bad day,

Imagine Your F/O

whisking you away to spend the night with them.

Your F/O takes one look at you and stops dead in their tracks...

They turn on their heels,

and swiftly walk out of the room,

returning in short order with a big fluffly blanket...

"Permission to distract you?"

You nod,

and your F/O leans in and kisses you,

long and deep,

taking your breath away...

When they let you up for air,

you look up at them,

and they smile cheerfully back,

and promptly toss the blanket over your head...

If you weren't already flustered,

you certainly are now...

Then they sweep you off your feet,

literally,

and bridal carry you off to who knows where...

Well it's not all bad...

The blanket smells like your F/O,

and they're holding you right now,

and they can't see how much you're still blushing from that kiss earlier...

They put you down on something soft,

in a dimly lit room,

and crawl under the blanket with you...

They're so close,

and warm...

See the full post

199 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#4

Imagine Your F/O

intent on spoiling you to an unreasonable extent after you've had a bad day.

(OR Imagine your S/I intent on spoiling your F/O to said unreasonable extent, but the text wouldn't really change enough to make two versions in this instance and the 'you being spoiled' post was more popular last time.)

(Also sorry I'm really touch starved right now so if you don't like hairplay, somewhat intimate sensory details (although nothing really explicit), or your F/O all over you, this might not be the (very long) imagine you're looking for.)

-"Welcome home, Darling~"

-"I can already tell today was bad, so how about we call 'today' officially over. Let's skip the couch tonight and get you straight into bed~"

-"Once you're safe in my arms, you can listen to me ramble about how I'm going to spend all of tomorrow spoiling you, until 'today' fades out into a warm and pleasant sleep~"

-"Don't worry if it's just for a short nap like last time. I just want your bad day to be over as soon as possible, and an excuse to hold you tightly in your soft, comfy pajamas and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until everything else just melts away~"

-"'Tomorrow' starts as soon as you wake up, and lasts as long as you need it to~ I'm fully prepared to spoil you until you feel better, no matter how long it takes~"

-"Oh I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. No. *strokes your hair* Matter. *strokes your hair* How. *strokes your hair* Long. *scoops you into a bridal carry* It. *wait, since when were you in your pajamas?* Takes~ *deep pressure of their hands on your back pulls you into their chest, as the familiar warmth of your weighted heating blanket makes your eyelids flutter* *strokes your hair*"

-"You think I'll get tired of caring for you? Oh Darling, my devotion is deep as the ocean~ Maybe even deeper, like your eyes~ You know, the ones I'd still be staring into right now, if they weren't getting too heavy to keep open~ *strokes your hair*"

-"You think you're not worth caring for? That's just the Bad Thoughts lying to you again... We'll see if they're still convincing after several days of me spoiling you literally every waking moment~ *strokes your hair*"

-"What about [chronic fatigue, or any other condition or aspect of your physical health that requires long-term care and will never go away]? I already said I'd never get tired of taking care of you, didn't I? That means for life. That includes tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair*"

-"Not enough spoons? I'll take care of it for you~ *strokes your hair* I'll keep track of any medication you need... *strokes your hair* make sure you stay hydrated... *strokes your hair* run you warm baths to ease your fatigue... *strokes your hair* get you on the spa table and give you slippery soap scrubs that feel like massages... *strokes your hair* wash your hair with your favorite scented lather... *strokes your hair* imagining that last one right now, aren't you~? *strokes your hair* give you actual massages... *strokes your hair*

-"What if you get so comfy you never want to get out of bed? Yeah I'm pretty sure you're well past half-asleep at this point~ *strokes your hair* Well, I'll build you a nice safe pillow fort to live in... *strokes your hair* with fairy lights and couch cushions so you can still nap on the couch even in bed... *strokes your hair* Looks like a new position just opened up for a professional weighted heating blanket tester... *strokes your hair* comes with unlimited hairplay *strokes your hair* *strokes your hair again to reinforce that last point* and nightly cuddle benefits... *strokes your hair* oh look, you're hired already... *strokes your hair* I'll cook all your favorite meals... *strokes your hair* serve them to you in bed... *strokes your hair* bring you [snacks, tea, books, games, etc]... *strokes your hair* carry you to the bathroom so you never technically have to get out of bed, even for that... *strokes your hair* make the bed for you, and change the sheets whenever they get messy while you're soaking in the tub... *strokes your hair* change you into fresh pajamas once you're basically a warm puddle... *strokes your hair* carry you back home to bed... *strokes your hair* then it's back to work... *strokes your hair* that weighted heating blanket isn't going to lull you to sleep by itself... *strokes your hair* you can sleep as long as you like... *strokes your hair* and when you wake up in my arms... *strokes your hair* it'll still be tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and I'll do it... *strokes your hair* All. *strokes your hair* Over. *strokes your hair* Again~ *strokes your hair* I love you. *strokes your hair* Forever... *strokes your hair* and ever... *strokes your hair* and... *strokes your hair*

-"...wait you actually heard all that? 😳 But I literally stroked your hair 45 times... You just wanted to say... you love me too...? 😳Oh. ☺️Oh... 🥰"

-"...and you're out like a light."

-"See you tomorrow~ *strokes your hair a 46th time*"

245 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#3

Alternatively, if you'd prefer your F/O spoils you,

Imagine your F/O bringing you home like...

-Pulling you along by the hand like you're in a Ghibli movie up to their front door...

-Scooping you up and bridal carrying you inside...

-Plopping you down on the S/I Couch TM...

-"Welcome home! You live here now~ Make yourself comfortable~"

-"Here are some complimentary snacks and a weighted heating blanket~"

-"Your room's the 3rd door on the left. Don't worry, you'll actually be sleeping in my bed~"

-"Bathroom's at the end of the hall. I've already run a nice hot bath for you~"

-"While you take your bath, I'll cook you dinner~ Yes, I remember all your favorites~ Just leave it to me tonight~"

-"If you're feeling touch-starved, I'll happily give you a full-body massage after dinner~ Or we can just cuddle on the couch, if you prefer~"

-"Speaking of which, you're looking pretty tired already~ How about you take a little nap before your bath~? You can use my lap as a pillow~"

-"I'll be taking good care of you from now on~ Now let's turn on your heating blanket, and I'll stroke your hair until you get warm and sleepy~"

-"...Also I love you."

277 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

Your F/O says "I love you,"

and also not to forget they wanna cuddle you later...

I think they mentioned dreaming about you? Like you were in their dreams last night? Or maybe it was like a daydream or something? Maybe they just think you're dreamy Idk... Anyway you should've seen the look on their face when your name came up... They totally had those little stars in their eyes... I'm telling you they're like head over heels for you...

278 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine you're working on something in your room...

and you look over at your bed...

and your F/O is just lying there all comfortable in casual clothes...

maybe some loose-fitting shorts...

maybe your oversized hoodie...

you catch the corner of their eye...

and they look up and smile over at you...

maybe that's enough work for one night...

280 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

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[hellfireconcert]

I posted 1,675 times in 2022

That's 1,675 more posts than 2021!

495 posts created (30%)

1,180 posts reblogged (70%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@girlsofhawkins

@behindtheireyes

@theolderh3nderson

@eskelwolf

@its-me-lestat

I tagged 1,540 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#queue; the ticket line - 202 posts

#ask - 184 posts

#girlsofhawkins - 144 posts

#theolderh3nderson - 117 posts

#behindtheireyes - 108 posts

#usfw - 81 posts

#ooc; out of clownery - 75 posts

#verse; maybe i’ll hold my breath and jump right in - 75 posts

#meme - 66 posts

#eskelwolf - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#as much as i hate readmores i'm putting it under one because people might get uncomfortable with this kind of smut and misunderstand what it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@behindtheireyes

Before Eddie had left Hawkins, something inside told him he would return, that his fate was to be in that messed up small town, so he knew the string of fate would one day pull him back. Ten years had passed, it was now 1996 and so much had changed. Eddie hadn’t expected to feel relief as he crossed over the line into town, it felt as though he had been holding his breath for the past 10 years, such a strange feeling. He had ended up apprenticing under a mechanic and saved every penny he could, he had left his band behind when he left Hawkins but he had taken to solo gigs and made some extra money that way. He had made enough to purchase not only a small single floor two bedroom home but an old garage with an apartment on top. He settled back in fairly quickly, though he tended to avoid going into town if he could help it, his uncle enjoyed doing the shopping, it made him feel useful in his old age and now they were close enough that he could walk there.

Eddie wasted no time getting the garage set up and ready to go, he was open within the week and mostly serviced passing vehicles but the occasional townsfolk stopped by, most didn’t recognise him but he was sure a few did. His hair was cut short, his curls still very much there and he was wearing grease covered overalls with the sleeves pushed up, he wasn’t skinny anymore and instead had some toned muscles. A few months had passed and he was happily blasting some Metallica while he was laying on a wheeled board under a car, not noticing someone was there until he slid out and looked up to find someone standing right beside him, “oh fuck,” he quickly covered his eyes with a filthy grease covered hand, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise you were there and I looked straight up your skirt oh God I’m so sorry,” he apologised, still the same soft boy he had been before he left, he hadn’t even registered who the person was, just that her had accidentally looked up her skirt.

80 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#4

Open to: Girlfriend, boyfriend or friend.

Eddie shot up, sitting straight up on the couch and grasping at his throat as he struggled to breathe at first, he had fallen asleep. It had felt so real, he could still feel it, the tails wrapped around his throat, constricting, the nightmares were getting worse. “Where are you?”

85 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

@girlsofhawkins

Eddie had been spending a lot of time at the bench in the forest where he had been with Chrissy, his name had been cleared but people still believed he was guilty, all he wanted was to make sure she was okay. He was laying on his back across the table, watching the clouds as his arms hung over the edge, he had deep wounds across his neck and exposed arms from the demobat, sleeves pushed up. Hearing a twig snap nearby he sat up so quickly he had to push his hair back out of his face. Eddie just stared for a few moments before getting off the table to fast he almost tripped over his own legs.

“Chrissy!” He wasn’t thinking, he just acted, throwing his arms around her and pulling her into his body, one hand holding her back tightly, the other one buried into her hair. The metalhead had been into her as long as he could remember, just as he thought he was finally starting to have a chance he watched her almost die. He showed no intention of loosening his arms from around her.

91 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#2

@theolderh3nderson​ continued from here

Eddie grinned, he had told Dustin to pretend he’d ditched him if anyone asked so he could use him as an excuse to spend time with someone he was interested in, though Dustin had no idea that person was his sister. “I think I can manage that,” it was nice for someone to not assume Eddie couldn’t afford to pay for things, he had more money than people realised. “It starts in...” he looked at his watch, “just under two hours so we’ve got like, an hour before we need to leave.” Eddie’s car had been fixed up, he’d had to buy new parts for the engine, he’d burned out the old one from driving too fast.

98 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@eskelwolf​ asked;  ​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ from modern Eskel ❤️

“Oh come on it’s not that cold.”

120 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

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[disgruntled-welshgirl]

I posted 6,588 times in 2022

That's 5,102 more posts than 2021!

564 posts created (9%)

6,024 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bad-with-emotions-sadly

@galahadwilder

@hummerous

@uniquevocashark

@themadmanandhisbox

I tagged 826 of my posts in 2022

#stranger things spoilers - 324 posts

#st liveblog - 319 posts

#the dragon prince - 75 posts

#dp liveblog - 72 posts

#stranger things - 56 posts

#wombo.ai - 46 posts

#horizon forbidden west - 39 posts

#welshie's ramblings - 37 posts

#ronance - 33 posts

#hot damn - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628034825 3421170679 8214808651 3282306647 093844

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey Ronance Rabble! I found a good piece of art for us by @soartamiright_ off Instagram.

76 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#4

Headcanon:

Every single person who’s WLW from Thornmarsh to Sunfall has at one point dated each other and as Aloy goes on her way she uncovers a cryptic and extensive web of women who were once lovers of one another. It leads to convos like:

Petra: Aloy! I hear you’re heading west. Say hi to Yarrah for me if you ever get out to the desert. I hear she’s commander over there now. Hot as a forge over there, and i don’t mean the desert.

Aloy: I’ll be sure to do that Petra.

[Later]

Yarra: Oh, Petra. Such a strong warrior. Finest easterner i ever met. Well, except Ikrie of course. If ever you meet my darling snowdrop, please tell her i wish her well.

Aloy: Wait, you know Ikrie? Yeah, I’ll tell her if i run into her.

[Later still]

Ikrie: Damn, you met Yarra? I’m surprised she didn’t snap you up Aloy. You’re just like Talanah and me, her type.

Aloy: At this point, I’m not even surprised Talanah’s part of this.

123 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#3

I put forward we stop calling the Wednesday Xavier Tyler thing a love triangle and instead call it what it really is, a love corner. And Wednesday's backed into it

157 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#2

I’m sorry but Aloy’s tone when she says to Talanah about Amadis “You love him, don’t you?” is just killing me. She sounds so defeated! And look at her face!

The girl’s yearning, clear as day; and it hurts to watch

189 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm still not over how the each of the GAIA gang decorates the base over time:

Zo brings in flowers and just generally makes the place look nicer and feel livelier for the benefit of everyone

Varl brings items of deep sentimental value to either him or Aloy out of nothing more than the goodness of his heart

Erend brings an ember from Vegas and a strike board out of a sense of community with the Oseram of hidden ember and his friends respectively

Alva brings a relic from Thebes and tries her best to also bring a flower to show her appreciation to Aloy

Kotallo brings some massive rocks

356 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

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[conniecorleone]

I posted 4,999 times in 2022

6 posts created (0%)

4,993 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@queenofparrys

@meyerlansky

@saltskinandasociopath

@tikkunolamorgtfo

@dollsome-does-tumblr

I tagged 2,525 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 213 posts

#art - 208 posts

#cuddly things - 165 posts

#goncharov - 126 posts

#your girl - 93 posts

#storyfeelings - 85 posts

#fashion - 77 posts

#silly things - 75 posts

#star wars - 67 posts

#pretty places - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i love the raspberry bushes growing in the woods behind my house but hate that i have to fight my way through so much poison ivy to get them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Contrary to popular belief, lacrosse IS a real sport 🥍🥍 (at KeyBank Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcJWXDuu4TU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

1 note - Posted April 9, 2022

#4

*Mission Impossible theme intensifies* https://www.instagram.com/p/CZVmh77LqHb/?utm_medium=tumblr

1 note - Posted January 29, 2022

#3

I truly am the melodic sound of this bird stomping angrily around

2 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#2

So I had an AMAZING time at the Backstreet Boys concert but I definitely forgot:

A) That the "Boyz 4 Now" episodes of Bob's Burgers are, in fact, a documentary

B) Just how much of their back catalogue lives rent-free in my brain

And, most importantly, C) Just how much of said back catalogue relied on a lot of strategic hat-based choreography

It was a good time, all I'm saying 🎶💥🧢💥🎶

3 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 fields forever, you know

Now I'm going to have this song stuck in my head all day

But I digress!! Here are some random fun facts about me, one strawberry emoji at a time!!

🍓 I can cook, I can bake, but some of my favorite things in the world to make are pasta, soup, and carrot cake.

🍓 When I was younger and suuuuuuuper depressed, I used to go for long drives at night around my hometown when I couldn't sleep, heading up to the airport and out to the country and into the city and back. I still think going for long drives is one of the most soothing things in the world.

🍓 My favorite color is green! Which you would honestly not know from my wardrobe, which is mostly various shades of black and blue and red.

🍓 The only quasi-convincing accent I can put on is a Russian one, and oof, it might be funny, but it is not good.

🍓 When I was a kid I dislocated both my elbows trying to do a cartwheel -- two different cartwheels, two different times, one elbow after the other.

🍓 I hate my job!!! I hate it more than I hate any of the jobs I have had in the past, and I was robbed at gunpoint at one of them!! This job makes me feel crazy and like I am bad at not only what I do for it, but as a person, full stop, and I don't want to do it anymore!! I am in the process of looking for another one and this is probably the least fun fact in the world but I just needed to say this somewhere!!!

🍓 I used to sing! In public! For people! I still sing in my car and when I'm alone but I miss performing like missing a limb. One of the only nice things about current job is that when the museum I work at closes for the day, and if I am the last one in the building to clock out, sometimes I can take a little bit of time before I leave and sing in the empty main space because the acoustics there are excellent.

Which, speaking of, I think I already know the next song I'm going to add to my personal setlist, since you got it stuck in my head...

🎶🎵so let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to....🎵🎶

(leave a 🍓 in my askbox and I will tell you a random fact!)

5 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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[cata-daily]

Hello and welcome to my blog where I might draw and talk about the British Moth guy sometimes!

Check Cata's channel out if you've somehow found this without doing so!!

After reading the rest of this pinned, either go to the bottom and scroll up for all the random stuff I said between art (also time order), look through the indexes, or look through the tags for what you want to see!

Here's an explanation as to why I gatekept this account until day 100...

But I've now decided to stop at day 100 and just doodle him some days, not everyday. (ahh, i predicted that, didn't i... burnout at 100, alrightt) This was super fun though! And I'll do my best to not disappear from this blog after 100.

I hope this is a given, but please don't use my art for any ai stuff.

Dailies-

Were quick doodles mostly, with quite a bit of random stuff heh...

They were posted going off my timezone (EST/EDT), before midnight

I won't tag other fandoms, tags are for finding what you want to see on the blog

This exists because late one night before school I went: "wanna do daily doodles but idk where to put them".

If it seems like I'm talking to myself all the time, I am. Target audience of this account: me. (and Cata, hopefully this *gestures at all this* is cool) Think of this, but not that kind of art lol.

If for any reason anything here is uncomfortable, let me know and I'll take it down! It can be an anonymous ask, dw!

Personal Faves: 4, 18, 34, 46, 60, 61, 68, 75, 80, 90

Indexes:

Days 1-50

Days 51-100

Misc

Tags:

Block or search for whichever ones you want!

#cataclysmicarmageddon - All fanart related to him #daily cata - Daily art/posts #not daily cata - Anything not daily #passtheplayer - Pass the World animatic [Discontinued] #Wall of Text has awoken! - Titled [WoT] with a short description and then a cut. Long posts/rambles #you fight the bosses your fav yt fights - and I fight my favourite youtuber. Cata boss things #pterii rambles - I talk about random stuff

Here is the pinned from when this was still posting dailies. I've edited it a bit for the new one

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Get to know the writer 2 13 19 27 75 💞

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I try and have a general plan of where things are going, but I don't necessarily plan individual chapters, I just put in breaks sometimes if it feels like a good moment (which is why Sweet Defiance is over 25k all in one chapter, I just kept writing and didn't really stop and think I need a break at any point, and I didn't realise how long it was until it was done. The Night Shift is also over 25k all in one chapter, and that's mostly because I didn't pick a point to break it up while I was writing and partly because I did actually consider splitting it into chapters when I looked at the word count part way through and during editing, probably three chapters, but the chapter titles that made sense from where I probably would have split it for the first two were Overground and Underground and then I couldn't think of a third title because I just kept getting the Wombles stuck in my head instead, so I scraped the chapters).

The exception for planning individual chapters was the Milk and Sugar 'verse, but that's because I used the episodes from canon as a lay-out for the chapters, and I planned all the fics out as I was going, though some still changed at the last minute because I had a different idea that fit what I had already written more.

13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Use said. It's definitely something I've been trying to add more and more- when I first started writing fic I was still using the way we learnt in school where you only need the dialogue tags at the start and you just alternate paragraphs and you should be able to make it clear who is speaking from that, but throwing in extra saids every so often makes it much clearer, so it's something I have been consciously working on trying to do more for a while.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

Alternate Universe- Canon Divergent. It's the one I find most fun to play around with, how will changing this part of the story here ripple out to change the rest of it

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

I enjoy writing, that's why I do it, so it's actually hard to pick a favourite and I tend to have a different answer every time I get asked, but when you first get an idea and sit down to write and know this one's going to be fun, that's pretty good.

I guess least favourite, maybe editing when there's a lot of it? I use the read aloud function to edit, because I've found before I've clicked the wrong correction on spell check and not noticed until someone else has told me before, and it's a lot easier to hear when words are wrong than it is to see. And because I like to be able to jump back and forth as I write a little, I will write the whole thing then post it, so my last big fic, Gone in a Flash, is 78k and 29 chapters, which I ended up splitting so I would edit one chapter fully, then post it the following day (reading the whole thing again when I copied it into the AO3 text box), and after posting I would go and listen to and fully edit the next chapter. Which did work as a system, and I don't mind editing, I think it's just I had been working on it for a year, I was excited to finally share it, and there was this part still to do even though it felt finished, and because there was a lot of doing that there were a few parts it felt repetitive.

75. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

Sticking with Gone in a Flash, it had a few sticky moments, but I think when I got to Chapter 13/14, it felt like I was writing myself into a corner, there was only one option for where the characters could go from here but it wouldn't go their way, so I rewrote a few parts from Chapter 12 onwards a few times and it still kept circling back to this is where the plot wants them to be.

Luckily time travelling is a common thing in any Flash media and it was already part of the fic, so shifting the end of Chapter 14 to have some time travel meant they still ended up at that point, but there was a way to take it forwards from there (by going backwards again)

Thank you!

[Writing Asks]

[the-nerdler]

I posted 10,347 times in 2022

61 posts created (1%)

10,286 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spongebobssquarepants

@birdsintheory

@i-am-an-adult-i-swear

@404computerhamstersnotfound

@thestartrekunicorndog

I tagged 386 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 2 posts

#<< prev tags - 6 posts

#stop giving disney your time and your money - 2 posts

#i just dont understand - 2 posts

#😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 - 2 posts

#🤣🤣🤣 - 2 posts

#tbh seventeens entire new album - 2 posts

#stranger things - 2 posts

#right in the fun zone just shy of the date zone - 1 post

#75% hot 52% crazy - 1 post

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#these measure reaction time more than accuracy of the mental image but you have to have an accurate mental image to pick the correct one

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It's so fun when I tell ppl I haven't seen new marvel content in years and that I have absolutely no plans to and when they ask me why not I get to tell them it's bc I'm boycotting disney and when they ask me why I'm boycotting disney I get absolute joy watching them realize that I'm right when I tell them my issues with disney

2 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

I really wish I could tell 22 year old me that she was being incredibly stupid. But also I know that there is no one more ashamed of me than me

3 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#3

I actually really don't like living with other people. I hate having to be conscious of other people in my own space. Having to make myself smaller and quieter in my own home - a place where I should just be allowed to exist. Any mess is my own, the food in my fridge my responsibility. In my own home I don't want to have to perform being a Person. In my own home I just want to Be.

4 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

As someone who grew up in Orlando, going to the Disney parks frequently, watching every movie in theaters when it would come out as a kid, I've seen the transformation first hand. I've seen it inside the parks and how it has affected my city and my state. I've said for years now that I am done with disney. I'm done with the nostalgia bait. I am done with the blink-and-you'll-miss-it plausible deniablility queer rep. I am done with the shallow psuedo progressive positioning that disney has been framing itself to have. And you should be to. I've said it for years that they do not care. They don't care about you or your rights. They don't care about anything that doesn't put a bit of extra coin in their investors pockets.

Stop giving to disney. If you have made being a Disney adult your personality you have to rethink what truly matters to you. Stop going to theaters to see the latest marvel movie. Don't watch the new stars wars shows. Don't watch their new princess movies. Dont go to the parks. I haven't for years now. And i will continue my boycott.

I am furious. I am livid. And I am terrified. Disney is a megamonopoly. They have a strangle-hold on pretty much the entire entertainment industry and it terrifies me.

This bill is harmful. It is hateful. "Think of the children!" they scream. Well I am. And this bill will do nothing, NOTHING good for children. If you have even an ounce of compassion in you, this is your call to action.

4 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I used to not understand why adults didn't really make a big deal about their birthdays but now that I'm an adult I get it. It's kinda just another day. Like it's just another Wednesday. I've still got chores to do and I've still got school to go to. When you're a kid it's like your whole tiny world stops to celebrate you but that just doesn't really happen when you and your peers are adults and still have adult responsibilities.

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A beeping sound echoes in the small bakery, the scent of freshly baked cookies enveloping you like a warm hug. A bell over the door jingles as someone enters the shop and you all out a “I’m in the back, I’ll be with you shortly” as you maneuver the hot pan out of the way.

You walk to the front of the store, expecting to see one of the sweet old ladies who frequent your business, and it’s a struggle to hide your surprise when you’re met with the handsome face of a man about your age.

“Uh hello,” a smile situates itself on your face as you approach where the man is standing, admiring the pastries through your display case.

“Hello” he stands up straight, his full height making you crane your neck slightly as he smiles back at you.

“Is there anything I can help you with today?”

He explains that he's getting a party together for the HYBE corporation's end of the quarter celebration, and is looking for a caterer for desserts.

"Oh, yeah absolutely, why don't I set you up with a tasting"

You weren't completely sure what they did in that building, other than that it was fancy and they got paid a lot for it. But an event is an event, and you liked catering events.

"Actually I think I'm good, I already know what I want"

A jolt of surprise runs through your body as he says it, confused on how he could already know. You're very certain he's never been in your business before, as you would definitely remember a face like his.

"Alright then, um how big of a headcount are we looking at"

"About 100 workers and their families, just put me down for," he glances back at the pastry cases to read the tags sitting in front of the baked goods, "75 of those tarts, both in raspberry and mint, 50 of those vanilla twist pastries, and 60 of the chocolate cannoli's"

You furiously scribbled down his order as he spoke, internally freaking out at how much time it would take you to bake everything, eventually looking back up when he stopped talking.

"Okay and that is under what name, and for what date?"

"Lee Heeseung, and next Saturday"

You grimaced at the short notice, thankfully Heeseung didn't notice, writing down the last bit of information on the order slip before shooting him a wide grin.

"Alright I will get that all worked out for you, thank you for the order"

He flashed a beautiful smile and you immediately smiled back, trying your best to ignore the way your stomach did flips at the sight.

"While I'm here, can I also just get whatever that chocolate thing is in the display case"

He said it with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, followed quickly by "just don't tell my boss, he'll probably give my nutritionist a heart attack"

You laughed with him, going to get the pastry he ordered, ringing it up and passing it over the counter, quickly snapping your hands back into yourself at the brush of his fingers.

Heeseung doesn't seem to notice as he takes a seat at one of the tables, continuing small talk with you as you replace items in the display case with fresh ones.

When you finished your task he was still eating and nobody else had come into the store, so you start wiping down the tables around him, accepting his offer when he asks you to sit with him.

"So you own this place?"

"Yep! It was my grandmas before the previous owner took over, and they just happened to be retiring when I graduated so it got passed down to me"

"That's impressive, owning your own business this young"

His eyes shined genuinely when he said it and you could tell that he really was impressed.

"Thank you, I'm very proud of it"

He smiles again and somehow you just know that he's a good person. The way he actually cares about the things you talk about, not just pretending to be interested. You could tell he loved seeing other people happy with the look he gave you when you talked, and maybe it was unreasonable, but right then and there a part of you fell for Lee Heeseung.

"You seem quite impressive yourself, working for a big fancy company like HYBE at your age!" You complimented back.

"Oh it's nothing, just a," he paused for just slightly longer than necessary before saying "an internship."

"That's still so cool! What's it like?"

You propped your chin on your hand as you waited for his response, not noticing the way he stared when you did so.

"Uh it's really not as cool as you think," he brushes off the question, "hey, do you want to go for a walk with me?"

The change of topic caught you slightly off guard, but you recovered quickly, checking the time on the clock and realizing it was time to close.

"Yeah that'd be great, just let me close up"

You go through the routine, counting your cash box and storing away pastries, eventually locking the door behind you as you and Heeseung head out into the evening.

"Where do you want to go?" You ask, since he was the one that suggested a walk, and he smiled back at you as soon as the words left your mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask"

He grabs your hand, excitedly pulling you to follow him as he passed through alleys and patches of trees, before eventually stopping, letting out a "ta-da"

You turn in a slow circle, taking in the view, willow trees hanging down around the bank of a river, small flowers covering the base of the trees.

"Oh my-"

You finally turned back to the man next to you, finding his sparkling eyes already on you.

"This is beautiful Heeseung"

His smile is bright enough to light up the slowly darkening night around you as it graces his face, and he pulls you over to sit down under one of the trees.

"Hey Heeseung, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure, anything"

"How'd you already know what you wanted to order? I'm sure I've never seen you in my store before, I would remember you"

"Because I'm just so handsome?" He teases, laughing even harder when you reply "yeah, exactly".

"Well Y/N, can I be honest with you?"

"Yeah, of course"

"I've tasted your food before, even before you owned that place"

Your eyes widened at his confession, head cocking to the side as you tried to think of where he could have had your pastries.

"Were you at an even catered?"

He shakes his head dramatically, mumbling something unintelligible.

"What was that?" You lean closer to try and hear what he says and he looks up then, face mere inches from yours as he repeats himself.

"I said 'you give a girl her first kiss and she doesn't even remember you'"

You let out a small gasp as you realize and your face flares up in embarrassment.

Seventh grade, you had your first kiss with a boy who went to the same music classes as you, and you remember embarrassingly bringing him baked goods every class after that. His name was Heeseung, and now that you think carefully you can see the resemblance to the man sitting in front of you now.

"Oh my gosh that's so embarrassing, how'd you know it was me?"

He decides not to tell you he's remembered you since that little peck in middle school and has been begging his boss to order from your bakery so he would have an excuse to see you again.

"You haven't changed much since seventh grade" was his response instead, and you slapped his arm at the comment.

You two spent the next three hours just talking, catching up on each other's lives and reconnecting after your time away.

Before you knew it the sun had completely set and there were no light posts in the area Heeseung had brought you, you now struggled to see the boys pretty smile only a foot in front of you.

"Its getting late, and you probably have work tomorrow, we should probably start heading back."

He checked his phone at your mention, and you pretended not to notice the giant number of notifications while his eyes widened at the time.

"I didn't even realize it had gotten so late, let me take you back"

You're glad he offered, not sure you would be able to make it back to the cafe without his guidance.

The way back seemed much shorter than when you had been pulled down it earlier that day, and you found yourself disappointed that he didn't grab your hand again.

"Well here we are"

He looked around once you made it back to the familiar building, before turning to you.

"Where's your car?"

"Oh, I live pretty close so I just walk, it's easier than trying to find a parking spot in the city traffic anyway"

He nodded his head along with your statement but then shook his head slightly.

"You can't walk home alone at this time of night"

You felt touched by his concern, but fought him on it anyway.

"It's fine Hee, it's only like four blocks away"

"Nope, no way. That's way too far, come on"

He waved his hand towards you and you looked down at it curiously.

"What?"

"I'm walking you home, now come on"

He grabbed your hand again, both of you smiling at how right it felt.

You reached your house in about five minutes, and you tried to hide your disappointment at the prospect of your fun night coming to an end.

"Do you want to come in"

His eyes lit up at the offer but were quickly turned down to look at his feet.

"I'd love to, but I have work early tomorrow"

"Oh, okay"

It was quiet for a few moments before he made eye contact again, taking a step closer to your body and pulling you in his arms in a friendly hug.

"Thank you"

You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I should be the one thanking you, that spot was beautiful, and I had a really great time. Thank you for taking me with you"

Little did you know that he wasn't thanking you for the few hours you had spent together. But he said "of course" anyway.

"Well goodnight"

"Goodnight"

You went to go inside, sticking your key in the lock before quickly thinking of something.

"Wait!"

Heeseung looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to say whatever it was you had just thought of.

"I need your number," he raised one eyebrow and you quickly added "so you can text me when you get home safe, I would be an awful friend if I let you get kidnapped after you so graciously walked me home"

He laughed at your reasoning, but handed you his phone anyway as you two quickly added each other's contact.

You took a look at his contact, bursting out in laughter at the sight of it.

"Did you really put your name in as 'Heedungie' with a bunch of hearts?"

He looked proud of himself for making you laugh and he nodded his head.

"Yes, yes I did"

"No fair, give me your phone back I want to give you something embarrassing too"

You didn't think he actually would, but his phone was held out to you and you took it, quickly turning around and taking an exaggeratedly cute selfie to set as the contact picture before putting in a nickname for your name, complete with the same aggressive hearts as his.

"There"

He took the phone back and laughed at the improved contact.

"Perfect"

You shared one last smile before you entered your house, Heeseung leaving your porch after seeing you securely in, making sure he walked a block away before calling his driver so you wouldn't see.

Only once he was safe in the confines of the backseat did he look at the notifications on his phone.

23 missed texts from his father and 7 calls from his mother.

He clicked on the notification, skimming his eyes over the texts, rolling his eyes at their content. He didn't even read all the way through before shutting his phone off, throwing it across the seat for the rest of the ride.

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard your phone ding, and you paused the music to go check the text.

'Just got home, all in one piece and no kidnapping attempts were made on me'

You laughed at his text, shooting back something along the lines of 'I'm glad to hear that' before heading out of your bathroom to get dressed.

Heeseung texted you a few more times after that, and you found yourself giggling at his messages exactly like seventh grade you did. Eventually you said your good nights, after you had scolded him for staying up when he needed to get up in the morning, and you smiled one last time at the obnoxiously cute contact name before floating off to sleep.

You went to work the next day, and the one after that, and there was no real difference in your life except for the constant texting and the extra bounce in your step. Even your regulars commented on how happy you looked.

Heeseung liked to come to the cafe on his lunch break, and you started making an extra lunch in the morning after the first day when he ordered three pieces of cake as his meal.

It was Thursday, and you were currently trying to find someone to help you bake the giant order for the party.

"Come on please, it's huge, and even one person would be a huge help to me"

"Sorry I can't, I'm babysitting for my neighbors the whole week"

You let out a sigh at yet another no, and put your phone back down on the counter.

You were so absorbed in the call that you hadn't heard Heeseung come in, and you almost screamed when you looked up to see him standing in front of you.

"Woah sorry," he was laughing so he obviously wasn't that sorry, "I didn't want to interrupt your call"

"It's okay"

"What do you need help with?"

It took you a moment to realize he meant the phone call and you let out another sigh at your empty search.

"I'm trying to get someone to help me with the order for the party, it's the biggest order I've gotten and it's just me so I can't make it all in one day by myself"

"Oh," he paused "what are you going to do"

"I don't know" you shrugged, "I'll have to start making things tomorrow, everything that would be able to stay overnight so that I don't have to do it all on Saturday, but even with that I don't know if I'll be able to get everything tomorrow done. Maybe I'll put a hiring sign up and hope someone applies by tomorrow"

He tried to stifle his giggles at how dumb of an idea that would be, but you still noticed.

"Heeeeee," you whined, holding the sound out for longer than needed, "stop laughingggg I know it's dumb. I'm trying to avoid a breakdown okay?"

He finally stopped laughing, and his eyes lit up like he just thought of an amazing idea.

"I can help you!!"

You look at him like he's crazy and he shrugs nonchalantly, "What? It's a good idea."

"No Hee, I would never ask you to do that. Besides it's literally for your order, I'm not making you cook for it, especially not on a work day"

"Nope, it's too late. I've made up my mind. I'm helping you"

"No Heeseung, you're not"

"Yes I am. Okay now I'm gonna run away before you can yell at me more. I'll be here tomorrow at- wait, what time do you even open?"

"Nine AM"

"-Then I will be here at nine AM"

"No Heeseung!"

He takes off running and you try to chase him down, both of your laughter ricocheting off the walls. A few people outside stop and watch as you run like children, most of them smiling at the sight.

"Heeseung"

"Nope, not happening"

He runs around you in a circle, quickly running up to the side of your body giving you a peck on the cheek and then taking off back towards the direction of his work.

"See you at nine AM" is the last thing you hear from him, a quiet message because of how far away he was, even though you know he was shouting when he said it.

You shake your head as you watch him turn the corner, turning around to come face to face with one of your regulars.

"So that's why you've been so happy lately?"

You try to think of something to say, some denial of how smitten you were, but all that came out was a giggle, one that solidified your current appearance of a lovesick school girl. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth, embarrassed at your reaction, but the woman just laughed before heading into the building, you following shortly after to serve her.

And the next day, right at nine AM, the bell above your door rang, and in came the boy that had been the cause of your racing heart all week.

"Here I am"

"You're the worst"

"You say that, but you're smiling"

"Shut up"

He giggled as he followed you to the back of the building, teasing you more about how you were accepting his help anyway.

"I was hoping you wouldn't show up, but I guess since you're here I might as well get the help"

It wasn't true, you were up all night trying to decipher if he was actually going to show up. You even got out your cute apron and put some extra effort into your appearance this morning.

"I would recommend putting this on"

You toss him an apron to protect his clothes, going behind him and tying a nice little bow. He ignored the way his body tingled where your hands brushed it, and your breath hitched when he turned you around to do the same thing.

"This is my job Hee, I could tie it myself"

"I know," was all he said, letting his hands linger on your waist as he turned you back around to face him.

He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his face a little bit too close to yours.

"Whatcha doing?" Your voice came out as a whisper and the way he smiled made your heart beat even faster then it already was, something you didn't think was possible.

"What do you want me to be doing?"

You gave a small laugh, throwing your arms behind his neck and angling your head up to get closer to the tall man above you.

"Does this answer your question?" You asked, referring to your previous actions.

"I think it's a pretty good indication" he spoke through a smile, leaning down to brush his lips against yours softly.

It was barely a kiss, absolutely no pressure from either end, but the butterflies in your stomach absolutely erupted at the contact, and you couldn't even try for an actual kiss because of the huge smiles on your faces.

"Did you feel it?" He whispered, and even without an explanation you knew what he meant.

A giggle left your lips, "yeah I felt it".

A jingle sounded as someone walked in the store and you pulled away from him to go serve the customer.

He was standing against the counter when you walked in, still just basking in the feeling of what had just happened.

"Alright lover boy, time to get to work"

He smiled at the nickname, coming up to you and spinning you around once, before speaking.

"Yes chef"

You laughed at his antics and gave him directions on how to help you start the tart shell.

By noon you were well ahead of schedule, the playlist you had chosen now blaring as you screamed the lyrics together, flour dusted over your faces as you took a break from kneading the dough for the twists.

"Thank you for this"

"Helping you bake?"

"No, everything else too"

He smiled and pulled you back in, this time for a real kiss.

That night you both went home early so that you could get up early for last minute party prep, after a goodnight kiss (or two, or three, or four...) at the your front door.

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow"

"Can't wait"

He hesitated to pull away from you, not quite wanting to leave, but you pushed him lightly.

"One more?"

He puckered up and you laughed giving him one last kiss before running into your house, hearing his whines through the door.

"Okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow"

You almost screamed when the nickname left his lips and you could hear the laugh he let out when he heard your squeal from the other side of your door.

**

"You can go to the back room, there will be another girl in there and a changing station set up, guests are starting to arrive now"

You listened to the other worker speaking, trying not to show how tired you were after finishing all of the baking that morning.

Following her instructions, you headed to the back room to change out of your sweats and into something more presentable for the party. By the time you had exited the back, you could hear the chatter of people and could tell the party was starting.

They started by giving a small speech about how well they had done that quarter, thanking all of the employees for their work and their families for supporting.

Within 30 minutes you were carrying out trays of your pastries, everyone mostly finished with dinner and some random business video was playing in the front of the room.

You walked out to stand along the wall with the other miscellaneous staff people working the event, and watched as they moved on to giving out awards for things like "best costumer service" and "highest sell rate". The entire time you were looking around for Heeseung, trying to spot him over by some lanky guys who looked like interns, but no luck.

"Alright now that all of the awards have been passed out, an important announcement from CEO Lee"

You looked around trying to spot the man in question, eyes eventually landing on an old man, grey hair and a pinstriped suit, as he used a cane to lift himself out of the chair and up to the stage.

You spotted Heeseung then, sitting at the same table the old man had just left, along with an older looking woman you assumed to be CEO Lee's wife, and another male that looked to be a little older than Heeseung.

You thought about trying to get his attention, but the CEO soon started speaking, and your eyes were pulled away from him.

"As I think we all know, I'm not as young as I was when we started this business," there were a few laughs from around the room, and the man waited for them to be done before moving on. "I don’t want you to worry, I’m perfectly healthy, but I, along with my family, have decided that it would be best for me to step down from the company."

Murmurs erupted throughout the room, and it was enough to tell you that the employees had no prior knowledge of this decision. You look over to Heeseung to gage his reaction, but instead of surprise or confusion, his face is laced with something that looks more like... disappointment? You decide it must be the lighting that's obscuring his actual expression, since that wouldn't make much sense.

"I will be retiring within six months, and my son, I know you've all seen him around the company," the female population seems especially excited about these words, a few turning to make faces at each other, you even hear one say 'hot boss' to her friend.

"Heeseung, please come up here"

You can hardly conceal your shock as you see your Heeseung stand up from his seat and go to the front of the room.

You furrow your eyebrows as he stands next to who you now realize must be his father.

"Heeseung will be taking over the company after my leave"

Your eyebrows shoot up as the words register in your mind.

Heeseung is going to be CEO of this giant company within 6 months.

Maybe you should have been mad that he lied to you, that he hid this part of himself from you. He definitely didn't tell you the position of his father, or the fact that he was going to be coming into said position, but you found yourself realizing that you didn’t really care.

'That's one hell of an internship' was the first thing you thought, and you laughed at yourself for it.

When you zoned back in to what was going on, Heeseung was ending what you figured was a short speech about him taking over, and you clapped along with the rest of the crowd.

His eyes met yours and you swore there was relief on it when he saw you let out a "whoo" along with a few others.

Heeseung steps down from the podium, taking a few hands that were held out to him, giving handshakes and responding to comments from men in high up positions.

You were called to the kitchen to pack up the few pastries that weren't needed, and the loud conversing of voices faded with the closing of the door.

You smiled giddily at yourself while transferring tarts to boxes.

'I can't believe I'm dating the new CEO'

Wait-

We're you dating the new CEO? Technically you'd never gone on a date or at least one that you called a date. And he had never asked you to be his significant other. But you kissed? Multiple times.

"What is going on in that pretty brain of yours?"

You almost dropped the tart in your hand you were so surprised by the voice. A quick look reveals the person that had you so zoned out in the first place.

"You were thinking so hard it looked like smoke was about to come out of your ears"

You can't help but laugh at his words, finally continuing your actions of packing up the food and thinking up a lie.

"Just thinking about how my little intern became CEO in a week," worry crossed his face, but it disappeared immediately when you continued, "you must have been an AMAZING intern"

He laughs and moves next to you to help.

"So I might have lied a little bit"

"A little bit?"

You raise your eyebrows at him and he corrects himself with a laugh.

"Okay it was kinda big, but I just didn't want you to treat me different or anything"

He gives you his big doe eyes as you place the last pastry in the box, sealing it up to be taken to your car.

"Hee, you know I'm not mad right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

He smiles, and you realize too late why he's coming closer to you, your feet leaving the floor as he spins you around.

"Hee, Hee, stop" you laugh out, and he finally puts you back on the ground.

"Okay, so you don't hate me"

You cup his face, leaning in until your noses are almost touching.

"Correct, I don't hate you"

"Then in that case," he backs up and you pout at the increased distance.

He takes your hands in his, looking at you in a way that has your knees about ready to collapse.

"Would you want to be, my official official, girlfriend?"

You giggle at how he seemed to have the perfect timing, pulling on his hands to finally plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I would love to"

Part II

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I posted 177 times in 2021

133 posts created (75%)

44 posts reblogged (25%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.3 posts.

I added 980 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 79 characters

#honestly if you love writing it doesnt matter how good you are. your making art

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

When I was insecure

I used to look at my notifs to see whether he'd replied

I used to wish that he'd notice my new hair die

I used to go to my homepage, hoping for some likes

I used to go on a rampage if I wasn't the one he liked

I'd still go on a rampage if I was the one he liked

Because I'd be utterly confused

At the prospect of someone liking me, I'd think I was being used

Because I used to be utterly new

To self love, affection and anything good

When I was insecure, I loved everyone but me

When I was insecure, self hate came with ease

Note: Hi Loves, these are pretty much rambles and thoughts but I hope you like reading. Anyways leave an ask, request or criticism it's really appreciated

Word of the day: Atelophobia

The fear of imperfection; the fear of never being good enough

51 notes • Posted 2021-08-21 09:28:31 GMT

#4

Nostalgia

I read through old drafts

And poems lost in my memory

Old memes that made me laugh

Remember the tastes of foods that were heavenly

I go back again

And start over

Savouring my little wins

Remembering when happiness was closer

I watch old movies

That are now a blur in my mind

Missing old memories

Moments I wish I could rewind

I think back to everything

And put it on replay

Knowing there's not anything

Better than living through those days

These memories overwhelm me

A smile graces my lips

These memories tell me

That my past is something I will always keep

Note: Hi loves❤! Hope you like the poem

Word of the day: shunning the end of something; hating endings. Someone who tries to prolong final moments

53 notes • Posted 2021-12-14 16:15:49 GMT

#3

Sometimes...

I look at doodles and modest works

Filled with youthful pain and hurt

Bloody writing

Tear stained drawings

All inviting

To the pain that's gnawing

Sometimes...

I forget myself

Forget, I am real and so are you

I forget what a hell

It is to feel and know the truth

But in those moments

I feel nothing but ease

I try to postpone it

But it comes as it please

Sometimes when I look at simple doodles

And modest works

So free and youthful

Like the pain that lurks

Note: this is a big bag of emotion so it might not make sense, hope you like it though❤

Illustration not mine, copyright not intentional😶

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58 notes • Posted 2021-10-04 22:08:38 GMT

#2

Pining

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68 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 08:50:35 GMT

#1

Tool

I await your orders captain

Because without them, I am nothing

I wait for you at the border captain

Hoping you come back and stop the hurting

I await with reports

Piling up for you to read

I await with records

Of my non stop journeys

Why have you not returned captain,

Am I no longer of use

You expect me to be reborn captain

To have a life that I choose

But what is a life without you

It's beyond debate

If it's my life then I choose

Not to be reborn but to wait

I still await your orders captain

Though I live my life

I hope it's not a bother captain

But I choose to write

Note: hope you like the poem loves # Violet evergarden

Word of the day: Thanatophobia

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137 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 10:12:13 GMT

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signs

order up !  large americano at 75% sweetness, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a slice of cherry pie with mingyu for anon <3 order notes :  mingyu x reader, angst, fluff, a first date, brief mentions of other members, cameo from eunwoo bec i watched true beauty and was in need of another 97 liner, and a very nervous mingyu, he just wants everything to go well smh look, something’s written on your cup... hi ! for transparency’s sake this is an edited version of something that i posted a while back that i deleted. so if you are the anon who requested this but couldn’t find it, here it is now ! 

summary : all mingyu wanted was to go on one nice date with you, was that too much to ask? well, according to the universe, it was.

word count : ~2.8k

The first sign was he woke up a little too late, technically it wasn’t even a sign, considering that it was entirely his fault anyway. Mingyu had spent all of the previous night preparing for your date with him — making little sandwiches, cutting up some fruit, baking cookies to be put in little plastic containers. After hearing that you hadn’t been to the park in quite a while, never really having a reason to go, he decided that a picnic wasn’t too bad of an idea for a first date. 

Mingyu had wanted to ask you out for the longest time, being friends with him ever since both of you knew how to talk. It was easy, your friendship with him. Neither of you ever felt like you had to put up some sort of front, or have walls up incredibly high. He asked you out in the most casual of ways too, like it wasn’t that big of a deal. You couldn’t tell but on the inside, he was freaking out — that came with not knowing how you’d react and the possibility of rejection.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Mingyu asked, unable to meet your eyes.

You nodded, slightly confused at his inability to match your gaze.

“Okay, I was thinking we can go to the park tomorrow since you told me you haven’t been there in a while. Maybe we could go on a picnic?” He spoke as if he didn’t start preparing for this days ago, looking up fun things to do while on a picnic or a park — picking wildflowers together was high up on the list of things he wanted to do with you.

“Oh, sure! I’ll text Wonwoo and the others to see if they want to join us—”

“No!” Mingyu exclaimed, a little too loud and a little too quickly, a hand in front of you like he was about to physically stop you from doing something. “I was thinking that it could be just the two of us, you know?”

He hoped you would pick up on it, the implication from the nervous tone in his voice, how when he finally gazed up at you with softness in his yes. He was asking you out, on a date. Mingyu wished that you could tell. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t.

You shrugged your shoulders before giving him a smile, “Sure! We’ll meet there at around 10?”

And he couldn’t tell that you didn’t pick up on it either.

Mingyu woke up groggy that morning, his phone on the bedside table, calling out to him with the sound of a text notification. 

[Y/N]: where are you? I’m already here >:(

His eyes widened, falling off his bed in shock once he realized it was already five minutes past 10 am. Mingyu took a shower, put on his clothes, grabbed everything he needed, and sped past the door in twenty minutes. This was not how he planned it out in his head. Mingyu was supposed to surprise you at your place, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. No matter, he still had the rest of the day to sweep you off your feet and ask you to be his.

The sun shone brightly that morning, but it was neither hot nor humid. It was actually the perfect to be outside, with multiple white clouds littering the pale blue sky, a soft breeze blowing through the blades of grass, children running around playing tag — their laughter filling the air. Mingyu smiled, determined that today was going to be perfect

His eyes scanned around the are for any sight of your familiar figure, eyes lighting up when he finally spots you. Mingyu makes his way over, the nervousness that slowly started to creep up on him becoming amplified once he realizes that you were talking to someone else. 

The first thing he noticed was how big your smile was as you talked to this person, stretching across your face and crinkling your eyes. Did you ever smile this much around him? You stood a few feet away from the man, but you were very clearly comfortable around him — lightly pushing his shoulder as you laughed, peering up at him through your eye lashes. You finally notice him walking to you, waving your hand and beckoning him to move quicker.

“Hey Gyu!” You grinned, greeting him like you always did, a quick one armed side-hug.

“Hi, Yn.” Mingyu attempted a smile, but it felt a little restrained, gesturing to the person you were just talking to, “Who’s this?”

“Oh! This is Eunwoo, we dated a while ago but it never really worked out.” You shrugged, waving it off like it wasn’t that big of a deal. “You were taking so long and I happened to run into him so we were just catching up a bit.”

“I see..” He trailed off, holding a hand out for Eunwoo to shake. He had known you for years now, and yet he had never heard you mention an Eunwoo to him before. “Nice to meet you, man.”

“Likewise.” Eunwoo replied, shaking Mingyu’s hand before turning to face you. “I won’t keep you too long. My number’s still the same, we should meet up for coffee sometime.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but furrow his brows at the sight of you enthusiastically accepting Eunwoo’s invitation. The little tug on his heartstrings was hard to ignore as he watched you give a quick hug goodbye to your ex-boyfriend — a very attractive ex-boyfriend for that matter. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, why did he have to wake up so late? If he had been there on time, you wouldn’t have been able to catch up with him for as long as you did. If he had stuck to his original plan of picking you up, you probably wouldn’t have seen him at all. 

Kim Mingyu wasn’t the jealous type, but in that moment, he couldn’t help but feel exactly that. Especially when he had been pining after for you for so long now, he didn’t want it to come crashing down just because of one person. 

“You’re pouting.” You commented, quickly noticing how uncharacteristically quiet he had become. The two of you walked side by side, hands ever so slightly brushing against one another. You hoped that the warm weather would be enough of an excuse for the red flush that made its way to your cheeks.

Mingyu shook his head, he didn’t mean to have you worrying for him. “Don’t worry about it.”

His reply made you even more skeptical, should there be something you’re meant to be worrying about? But you decided to drop the question, maybe it truly wasn’t that big of a deal.

You and Mingyu found a spot in a less crowded area of the park, you no longer the heard the sound of children screaming or their exhausted parents calling out over them. Instead the melodious sounds of birds tweeting up at the sky filled your ears, a delicate wind blew between the two of you, and the sun’s glare becoming much softer as it finally became covered by the clouds. 

He takes out a blue picnic blanket and lays it flat on the ground, smoothing out imaginary creases in the process. You hold a hand out to him, wordlessly letting him know that you’d like to set the picnic up with him. Mingyu hands you the picnic basket, and you spent the next couple of minutes in silence as you tried to make everything look almost picture perfect. The silence was far from uncomfortable, manifested by the small smiles and the growing blushes on both of your faces. There was something rather domestic about the activity, handing him different containers of food, deciding together where everything should be placed.

“Did you make these yourself?” You asked once both of you finally settled down, gesturing to the wide array of food that lay in front of you. 

Mingyu smiled, a hand on the back of his neck as he suddenly became ever so slightly bashful, “Yeah. I hope you like it.”

You take a bite of one of the chocolate chip cookies, something in you decided to tease him a little, making a face of slight disgust as you swallowed. His heart sank, a look of disappointment clearly covering his face. He spent all night making those, weren’t they up to your standard?

Panic washes over you as you saw a frown overtake his once smiling face, “I’m kidding! They’re good.”

Mingyu lets out a breath, the disappointment slowly disappearing as the two of you settled into an easy conversation, though that was never really difficult for the two of you. You and him have been friends for about a few years now, but he didn’t really know when exactly he started to see you as something more. He just knew that he did. This much was clear to him when he catches himself staring at you for a little too long, definitely longer than what would be considered normal. There was just something about you that enchanted him, whether it was you laughing over some silly joke he made, frowning as you become disappointed in the latest episode of a show you were watching, face illuminated by the light of a tv screen. You could be reading him your grocery list and he’d still think it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

The extent of his feelings terrified him the first time he realized they were there in the first place. Mingyu wasn’t meant to feel that way for you, one of his closest friends. But he did, and the thought of you possibly not feeling the same way terrified him even more. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, head tilted to the side, “Do I have something on my face?”

Mingyu shook his head quickly, he didn’t mean to stare again.

You felt a sharp sting on your ankle, wincing as you immediately yelped from the pain, “Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked, eyes alight with concern. 

You shook your head in response, thinking it was just a lone ant deciding to inconvenience you. That thought was quickly dismissed when you felt another equally sharp sting near that same area. 

“Oh no…” You trailed off, looking a few meters to the side of your picnic blanket,  “Mingyu…”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, following your gaze to the trail of ants that were quickly making their way to the two of you. Great, was nature against him too?

The both of you immediately got up, covering containers, placing them in the basket, and folding up the picnic blanket before the rest of the ants could step their tiny little feet onto the blanket and into the food. As you walked to find a new spot to continue the rest of your date, Mingyu couldn’t help but feel a little bit discouraged. Three things had gone wrong in the span of a few hours, was this just the universe warning him that the two of you will never work out? Maybe telling him to back off early before he gets his heart broken. 

In the distance, a low rumble breaks through what would’ve been the perfect day out, followed by a sharp crackle piercing through the air. The sky once a brilliant blue was suddenly covered in heavy, stormy clouds. The park that once basked in the sun’s golden glow became shrouded in gray, people seemed to know what was about to happen as they hurriedly packed their things and go home.

It started out a small droplets, like little kisses on your skin that almost felt like nothing. They were small, and they fell ever so slowly. For a brief moment, Mingyu thought that this was going to be over quick. Then suddenly, the sky weeped, loud and heavy as it drenched the entirety of the park in rain. 

Okay, nature was definitely against him now. 

Mingyu stopped walking, was there even a point to moving forward? Everything was ruined. The food should be inedible at this point, you and him were soaked and freezing, and it’s not like you could have a picnic on muddy park soil. At this point, the universe had sent him so many signs, he’d feel like a fool if he didn’t listen now. But still, he wished things had happened the way it did in his head. He let out a frustrated groan, tears nearly pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked, a gentle hand on his shoulder. Mingyu was very clearly distressed, but you failed to see why. It’s nature, it’s not something you or him could control. Things like this happen and you should be spending your energy trying to find a place to shelter yourselves from the rain. You grab onto his arm, trying to pull him away, “Come on, let’s find a place that can cover us.”

“No! I’m not okay, Yn…” He trailed off, agitation seeping into each and every one of his words. He shrugs off his arm, much to your surprise. Usually, he’d let you cling onto him for as long as you liked. “I just wanted today to be perfect.”

You furrowed your brows, slightly confused at his irritation, “Why does it matter if today is perfect or not?”

Mingyu sighed, he was getting cold now. He wanted nothing more to be wrapped up in a blanket and have you in his arms. But he knew the chances of the happening now are essentially slim to none. The day was already ruined, and there’s nothing he could do to even remotely salvage it. “I just…”

You gestured for him to continue, waiting patiently as he tried to find the words to say.

“I wanted to give you the perfect date…” He spoke, looking down at his feet.

“Wait, this was a date?” You didn’t mean to sound surprised, you just genuinely were. Voice raising octaves and eyebrows shot up, talking too quickly to catch most of the words, “Like a date-date? I thought we were just hanging out! All you asked me yesterday was whether or not I was free!”

Mingyu’s shoulder’s slumped. He didn’t have to ask you to repeat himself, he heard you clearly despite how hard the rain currently came down, the beating of his own heart deafening him. In a way, he was thankful for the rain; at least you wouldn’t be able to tell if a few tears escaped his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just thought…yeah, no. I should have expected this.”

Guilt immediately flooded your senses, he must’ve read your shock as a rejection of his feelings. You didn’t mean to sound so startled at him thinking the entire day as a date, you just couldn’t believe the possibility that he felt the same way you did for him. “Mingyu.”

You were sure if he had heard you, his gaze still on the ground. You called out to him again, this time your voice much louder and sterner, hoping that it would get his attention. “Gyu.”

“What is it, Yn?” He looked up to find you making your way towards him, a small pout forming on your lips. Mingyu sighed, “You don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine.” 

“I like you.” You spoke, just as you were about a few feet away from him, looking into his eyes to make sure he knew that you meant it — that you were being completely serious.

His world stopped. Suddenly, it seemed like the earlier events of the day never happened. He never woke up late, you hadn’t gotten the chance to catch-up with your ex-boyfriend, ants never tried to show up uninvited to your picnic, rain never poured down on the two of you. All these things he thought were signs from the universe, never occurred. There was only you and him, and you liked him back. 

“Oooooh you wanna kiss me so bad.” You teased, attempting to snap him out of his trance.

Mingyu didn’t mean to stare at you again, speechless. He just couldn’t believe that this was real just yet. But your words, how you looked at him with a smile — expectant, like you were challenging him to do something, to make a move — finally made him realize just how real this was. “And what if I do?”

You blinked back, not expecting that bold of a response. Still, you took a single step forward, further closing the already small distance between the two of you. “I’d let you.”

Without another word, he moves a hand to your chin, gently tilting your face up so his lips could meet yours in a kiss.

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