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bbystark · 6 months ago

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chimichanga tuesday

deadpool x stark!reader

summary: reader finds herself slightly jealous over Vanessa and Wade's previous relationship. based on this request

a/n: mdni. requests are open! i did not proofread whoops but enjoy! requests are open btw ;)

When Wade first brought up the idea of bringing you to his Chimichanga Tuesdays at Blind Al’s, you were over the moon. This was a big step for you guys and the relationship you had yet to put a title on. He had excitedly started listing the names of everyone that would be there, Colossus, Negasonic “whateverthefuck”, Blind Al, Vanessa- a wave of nausea went through you when he said her name. You weren’t the jealous type, you really weren’t, but the dude put himself through death-defying torture to live for this woman. It was hard not to feel threatened. Besides, who the fuck stays friends with an ex? It blew your mind.

You knew about their entire history, Wade had told you a few months into hooking up. He didn’t seem to have any secrecy surrounding it, even going as far as to delve into their very active sex life (you had to tell him to shut up when he got to “a pegging christmas”). However, your own fear of his answers kept you from asking the most important one: did he still love her? Would he leave you if she decided she wanted him back? You felt so stupid. You were a Stark for God's sake, your ego should be untouchable. But alas, you actually strongly liked Wade. You were starting to head into that place where just thinking about him brought a stupid love-sick smile to your face.

So yeah. You were a little jealous of Vannessa, and tonight was Chimichanga Tuesday. You were fucked. Both metaphorically and literally, being on your third Dirty Shirley within the hour. You were waiting for Wade to pick you up from your apartment, growing more and more nervous as time went on. You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear the front door rattle, Wade bursting in with a stapler in hand. “Hey hot stuff! Sorry about the blood. Was running late to see your tight little ass and had to staple the toupee on the bus. Bumpy ride.” He makes his way over to you, tossing the stapler to the side and pulling you into a hug. “Hi Wade.” You melt into him. “When are you going to let me buy you lace glue for that thing?” You poke at a staple and he winces, grabbing your wrist gently.

“Hey, the staples are very economically friendly. Not everyone has a disgustingly handsome father to inherit billions from.” He smiles at you, glancing around your apartment and seeing the large bottle of vodka sitting in the middle of your kitchen island. “Woah thirsty girl! You getting the party started already?”

You suddenly feel ashamed, like a teen who got caught with a beer. “I’ve only had one.” He gives you a look. “Okay three!” He turns to the side and rolls his eyes to his imaginary audience. “We’re lucky she didn’t bring out the tequila. She gets real mean.” You shove him a little bit. “That was one time! It’s not that hard to say excuse me.” “Oh, I’m not mad sugarcakes. Watching you threaten to disembowel someone twice your size really got little Deadpool going. I am slightly concerned though. Broody and depressed alcoholics run in your family. What’s going on in that brain?”

You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find a response. You consider lying, but suddenly you feel a little light and stupid thanks to your last drink and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Do you still love Vannessa?”

Wade freezes, a little shocked by the question. He’s silent for longer than he’s ever been and you’re scared you’ve gone too far. You’re about to apologize and take your words back when he puts his finger over your lips and says “Give me two seconds for a dramatic flashback and careful introspection that will eventually lead to important character development.” You give him a strange look and he sighs. “Trust me, it’s very important to our plot.”

Wade thinks really hard. He still loves Vannessa in his own fucked up way but he wasn’t in love with her anymore. He knew she still loved him too, but in the same way an owner can’t hate a pet that constantly bites them. Except Wade was a pet who got cancer and abandoned her, not to mention put her life on the line on multiple occasions (although to his credit, he did save her and the entire timeline). But to put it simply, somehow the two most fucked up people had the healthiest breakup ever.

Even given the chance, Wade knows he wouldn’t go back to Vannessa because it could never be the same. Wade used to painfully long for his past before seeing a motivational poster that said “keep chugging along” with a creepy looking animated train. Then it really clicked for him. Vannessa wasn’t his happy ending, even though she had given him many in the past. If he had chosen to stay with her instead of being a lab rat for Francis St. Fuck, she would have been. But is dying of cancer and leaving the woman you love alone for the rest of her life a happy ending? He realized that if he kept looking to the past, he would forget that he had created his own weird little family, even if it wasn’t what he originally planned. He would also forget that he has a smoking hot girl in front of him that he’s quickly growing more attached to.

Wade has been quiet and staring directly at a wall for a long time, and it’s starting to really freak you out. “Wade..?” You try gently. He snaps out of it, shaking his head and laughing a little. “Jeez these flashbacks just keep getting longer and longer, like hello that’s what sequels are for.” You stay silent, looking at him expectantly. “Oh right!” He moves closer to you, taking your hands in his.

“Yes. Yes I do still love Vannessa.” your heart drops, and you quickly pull your hands from his.

“What the fuck Wade?”

“No! Wait let me finish, I do still love her, but not like I did. She used to be my everything, the only reason I lived and then later, the reason I tried killing myself but that’s beside the point- what I’m trying to say is that she’s my past. And I get us still being friends is like, totally not the norm but I promise there’s nothing there anymore. I just, care about her I guess. But I don’t want to keep letting my past get in the way of things that are happening now.” He looks you in the eye for the last part, and you almost tear up at the sight of The Wade Wilson being serious for once, and to you of all people. You take a few seconds before replying.

“I know she’s a huge part of your very unconventional life, and I don’t want to get all psycho and say that I don’t want you to see her because really, I truly don’t mind. Just kind of had a jealous monster take over for a second. I’m sorry.” You give him a shy smile.

“Hey, I’m just surprised you still haven’t realized you’re fucking an avacado’s abortion. That’s a win in my book.” You both laugh and you take his face in your hands gently, smiling. You don’t really have much to say, you still feel silly, even more so that he’s essentially calmed all your insecurities. So you just stare at him, the drinks in your system letting your fingers dance across his face, just taking all of him in. Wade can’t handle it.

“I think I like you.” He blurts out. He cringes, he can’t believe he just confessed like a middle schooler. “Bad Deadpool.” he whispers to himself.

You laugh and then bring his face to yours for a clumsy kiss. “I think I like you too. Avocado abortion face and all.” You kiss him again, slower this time, trying to avoid the staples poking out of his scalp when you place your hand on his neck. He pulls away slowly, eyes still closed. “Good Deadpool.”

#deadpool x reader #deadpool and wolverine #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson #x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #stark!reader #fluff #fanfiction #imagines #request

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sugaryplum · 2 months ago

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LENKA'S ULTIMATE FICS HALL OF FAME ༉‧₊˚.

i’ve been reading fics on tumblr for a whileeeee. many years. i went through many phases, celebrity crushes, fictional crushes and obviously, fics related to them. only some stuck with me through all this time and well, here there are!!

what’s important, i’ve done this type of post before only with theodore nott in mind. i was asked by anon to recommend some more so here you can find him, as well as many different characters across many films, books, tv shows, genres. i lowkey recommend reading most of them honestly, even if you don’t know the characters. some are just in alternate universes so the name or context of the character doesn’t really matter :)

i’m picky and particular with fics so i promise these are best of the best 🤍 well written, in character, super cute all that. and like 80 percent is fluff

SO have a lovely time reading!! let’s start

(if i tagged a character and there's no section for them, they're for sure down at the bottom in "misc" – with poe dameron, regulus black, scorpius malfoy, jake peralta and some more <3)

spencer reid

i love baby steps by @sinfulspencer !!!!! i love domestic spencer

also can't let go by the same author i remember being lovely

fluffy cute ass blurb by @tinyluvs

asleep spence by @in-another-april <3

i looooveee @radiant-reid ! for example this little fic

and this omg

oh and these season 7/8 headcanons!!

theodore nott

i might accidentally repeat myself from my theo recs post, sorry:( most of them should be new recs though

speaking of repeating myself, first i'd like to repeat myself on purpose. if @artytaeh has no fans i am dead, i swear to goddd. i stand by what i said last time. best characterisation of theo, everything seems like it's made with so much care, no misses in the masterlist. read it alllllll

i mentioned veryberryjelly in my last theo recs too. here are some more of my favourites :) this and also this i ordered hehe. also i don't remember if last time i linked blair witch or tangled in lights so here you get them both

little dragon by @retrobutterflies super so very sweet

i remember the cat chronicles by @obsessedwithcelesteare being very cute 🌟 i love theo + cats combo always

like a moth to a flame by @julesinsummer angsty!!!!! but so good

honestly i'm pretty sure i talked about it in theo recs already but in case i haven't you need to read this by @agirlsguidetolove

i remember loving fools by @luv4freddie !!! cute

this by @darkmagic-s was super silly and fun i love silly and fun things yayay

i for sure i talked about @cassiopeiasdaughter but did i talk about mirrorball specifically? i requested this and i loooveee it

this unhinged smut by @theostrophywife i love i stan

also silly little smut hcs by @sucka4thepuss hehe, most of them i agree i love em

😣😣😣<3😣

alright done with this smut section just this too let me link

cute and silly reminders of marriage thing by

@wordsarelife made this cute thing that lol im like 70% sure i may have requested???? and the ask looks like something i would ask for hehe

@suugarbabe makes really good stuff :)

cedric diggory

golden by @sapphicwhxre (love the username btw) might be my favourite cedric fic? first date cedric loooooveee

plain sight by @softboyluvr too oh my god! love this as a scenario

rainy summers as well as just you by @mirclealignr i think im just all for pure cedric diggory fluff (well written too!)

godsend by @pariahsparadise with sick reader super very sweet

@mistress-riddle made this lovely thing (and she's also btw soooooooo unbelievebly great with tom riddle fics if thats your cup of tea, i love all of them)

ced yule ball hcs by @styleswithaseaview are so sweet and there are also lovely petnames ones by the same author <3

cuuuute girldad!ced called pigtails by @mayabooowrites

post hogwarts cedric just so so so sweet by @iliveiloveiwrite, here's lighthearted domesticity

misc (all the other characters)

there's a bunch of my phases passed a long long time ago but some fics are just waaay too good to not keep rereading and recommending them. i think they're all pretty universal and can be imagined with anyone as the main love interest so please read them even if you don't know the character. and DON'T judge me ;(((( for the characters !!! i'm exposing myself enough. these were found by young me from a long while ago

this by @wizkiddx is the sweetest ever tom holland blurb about how he's a clumsy mess trying to measure reader's ring size while she's asleep

i think destined by @thirst-refinery is the cutest soulmate au made, even though i don't think the story was ever finished? but i love it still and honestly i am very not ashamed to be in love with poe dameron

black leader shutting up by @starryeyedstories also greattttt poe dameron fic

clingy fluffy sugary sweet scorpius malfoy in dinner by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms <3

🤎🤎 regulus black bunch :) here and here as well as here and here

....or maybe i just love timothee chalamet? like here and also here and definitely here

out of my hamilton phase a few years ago came out my love for this fic which might be one of my favourites ever, i legit have this text copied to my notes just in case it ever gets deleted

my alex turner moment was brief but so fun

OH AND this long jake peralta fic by @ongaku-ato-kakikomi is oh my god SOOO much fun please read it

also another poe dameron fic, this one is so good, by @absolutelyfizzing, kind of angsty also!!!!

DALI ON TUESDAY charlie dalton fic by @rostovs-loveralso one of my favourite things on this whole app. love love love love

YAY THATS ALL. this took so long. you've got my whole collection now. all of the all time favourites and more. love love you, hope you love reading them as much as i did<3🌜🌟👼 night night

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #regulus black #scorpius malfoy #jake peralta #poe dameron #lenka’s recs #timothee chalamet #tom holland #lenka’s recs .☘︎ ݁˖

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justiceforvillains · 7 months ago

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✨ Imagine This (Bangchan)✨

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hybrid Collage AU where all sororities have a party Reader is a cat hybrid, and Chan is a Wolf hybrid, they both hated each others guts always playing pranks on each other but the last prank reader made

Might have went overboard all of your friends told you “don't do it” but you were stubborn and angry because Chan Photoshoped your body on a hairy man wearing a bikini and put it all over, the students laughed at you for weeks

So you decided to trash what's most important for Bangchan which was his car, you came to the party expecting an angry Chan but you actually couldn't find him anywhere, was he preparing a new prank or something? After some time you forgot all about it and started to slowly drink

But then you felt your body heating up for some reason, were you getting sick? That's when it hit you, your heat, you forgot to take your supplements (it's alpha/omega dynamic btw) and all the alpha's in this party must have triggered it to come sooner than expected

You had to leave, if you made any contact with an alpha or if your heat became full force you wouldn't be safe, as soon as you made it to the door you felt someone slamming you against it "do you find this fucking shit funny?!" No no this wasn't the time

Bangchan stood there looking like he was about to tear you apart "I fucking worked my ass off to get this car, you better have fucking money on you kitten" Chan had always called you kitten to piss you off, you hated that name but right now with how rough Chan was being, And how hard you were being held you liked it

you let out a small whimper, which didn't go unnoticed by the other hybrid "What's up with you? Why aren't you talking back?" Chan looked confused "p-please let go I nee-" "IS THERE SOMEONE IN HEAT?!?!" a yell rang through the party

Chan looked back at the sound then looked at you and his eyes widened "YOU IN HEAT?!?!" Before you could answer Chan mumbled shit and dragged you up the stairs and into a room and locked it, you went to lay on the bed curling in on yourself

It hit you full force now "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU COME TO A PARTY FULL OF ALPHAS ON YOUR FUCKING HEAT" Chan yelled but stoped when he saw your TEARS, he sighed "listen I will go out and lock the door this is my room so uhh do what you have to?" "Don't leave me alone.. " you mumbled still crying softly

The wolf's hybrid eyes widen "I don't know if you noticed but I'm an alpha and you're an omega, not only that you're an omega in heat we can't be alone in one room, you're lucky I have good self control or I would-"

But you don't care you slowly stand up dragging him to the bed and grinding on him.

”alpha pleaaasss” “shit stop - fuck grinding on me, if you were sober you wouldn't want that” ”always wanted to be knotted by a wolf”

Fuck there was only so much Chan could do, and if he's honest with himself he always wanted to fuck you, so pretty and feisty, always talking back and fighting back even tho you were so small and cute

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

Might write it later :)

Or if someone wants to write it instead I'm fine with that as well lol

✦ Masterlist ✦

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tastesousweet · 1 year ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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#this took way too long #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fan fiction #sturniolo triplets smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #tattoo matt n yn

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fictionismyreality3 · 1 year ago

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CAN YOU GIVE US MORE OF JASON STALKING?? I SWEAR TO U, IS REALLY HOTTTT AAAAH

I loved your writing btw

Omgomgomg hi babes!!!! You’re my first ask ever!!! You’ll forever have place in my heart 🥲 but really that is so sweet of you, and toTALLY STALKER JASON IS SO HOT HERE YOU GO

A Little bit of Sunshine

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: stalker!jason todd, innocent!reader

Warnings: stalking, mention of drugs

Notes: I’m actually dying at picturing getting stalked by Jay 😩 like that should not be hot but it is??? If people like this I might make it into a mini series or something 👀

He was going to stop the first night.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Since Jason had come back from the Pit, being alive was something of a nuisance. Whatever weird ass magic they used to bring him back to life had made it harder to control himself in every way. He went on a year-long violent rampage, much to Bruce’s disdain, that left Gotham in shambles.

Only now was he actually putting a good face behind the name of the Red Hood. It’s not like he wanted to hurt people, but when everything was so vivid, it was hard to listen to Bruce’s non-lethal policy. But as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted Bruce to trust him again.

So, when Dick was called out of Bludhaven for some other crisis, Jason volunteered to help with patrol.

It was the third day of what was supposed to be a week-long shift in Bludhaven, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sure he had broken the legs of a few robbers when they tried to run from him, but it was all in good fun.

In fact, Jason was dying for some fun. Bludhaven was somehow even darker and dingier than the rest of Gotham, and it was getting tiring only having drug dealers to play with. The rain was coming down, casting a foggy overcast to the darkening sky, and most of the sane residents had retreated to their homes. Everyone who had ever been to Bludhaven knew that nighttime was when the dangerous criminals liked to do their work.

Which is why Jason was a little astonished that a seemingly random girl was stupid enough to walk home in the dark.

Living in Bludhaven wasn't ideal, but the rent was cheap and that's all that mattered. You had been working at a donation center for the homeless for the last few months, wanting to help out the city in any way you could. It wasn't that you were trying to be a hero or something, you just didn't like seeing other people suffering. It also helped that volunteer work looked killer on a resume. The staff loved you, and quickly entrusted you with the keys, giving you the last shift of the night.

You usually walked home with one of your co-workers, a woman in her 60s named Rose. It wasn't the typical company for someone your age, but her never-ending stories were nice to zone out to after a long day of work. Rose was sick today, which meant you had to walk home alone. Looking out the window, you saw that it was already dark. Definitely not ideal. But, you had made the trip hundreds of times and knew all the shortcuts to get you home quicker.

Jason watched as the girl walked down the dimly-lit streets. He was going to just leave it, and let you learn your lesson the hard way, but then he took a second glance at you.

He thought the Pit bringing him back to life was the closest thing he'd ever get to seeing heaven. But now?

Now he knew he was dead wrong.

A soft face with pretty lips and pretty hair and pretty everything. Jason felt his heart beat inside his chest with a vigour that betrayed the dead man he thought he was. All of the lonely, unclear and dangerous thoughts in his head suddenly vanished. His breaths were heavy and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the pretty little thing walking all alone. He felt like there was blood flowing in his veins again. He felt alive.

If you were walking alone at this time of night you were either innocent or stupid, and the innocence was practically rolling off you in waves. You were far too sweet for this place. His eyes scanned the logo of the bag you were carrying and his heart exploded and regrew in his chest all at once. The kind face you had made sense if you were generous enough to work at one of Bludhaven's seedy donation buildings. His mouth went dry at the idea of anything remotely distressing happening to you.

Fuck it.

He was just gonna make sure you got home safe. That's all it was.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Jason silently followed you as you walked home, watching from above like a twisted guardian angel. He was always on high alert, he was raised to be vigilant, but he found himself paying extra close attention to every single movement he saw out of the corner of his eye. Logic was telling him that if he was going through all this trouble to make sure a random girl was safe, he should just jump down from the roof and walk you home instead of watching like some-

Oh, that was cute.

Jason's gaze followed your hands as you pulled your keys from your bag. The fabric keychain they were attached to was dotted with tiny drawings of the sun. He hadn't even realized that you'd gotten home. Perching on a rooftop, he kept you in his vision while he quickly scanned the area where you lived. It wasn't the best, nothing in Bludhaven was, but at least it wasn't at the south tip of the city.

You had finally gotten home after a long day. Oddly, the walk didn't feel as scary as you expected. Sighing, you took out your keys and unlocked your front door, slipping inside your apartment. After making sure your door was locked, you kicked off your shoes and hung up your jacket, a yawn falling from your lips. You were definitely gonna call it an early night.

The soft clicking of your front door shutting brought Jason's attention back to the present. You obviously got home safe. He should get going. He should get going.

But he stayed rooted on the spot.

The rain fell around him, hitting the concrete rooftop he was frozen on. His helmet suddenly felt claustrophobic and he took it off gasping, the rain soaking his hair. The cold rush of despairing thoughts that he had grown used to flooded back into his brain. His heart grew still in his chest and he felt his smile disappear.

He had smiled?

He hadn't smiled since the pit. He hadn't smiled since he died. You retreated into your apartment and took all the sunshine with you. The sunshine that hadn't been able to reach his skin for years. With a sickening thought, Jason realized that he was about to make a very, very, very bad decision.

Who was he to deny himself happiness? Didn't he deserve to be happy after everything he had been through? He argued with himself as his gaze remained on your front door, trying to will himself to push away the wickedly possessive desire that he felt for you. Jason ran through all the possible outcomes that could come from.. whatever this was, but nothing held a match at the prospect of having you. He had to have you.

Fuck it.

Locking away the part of his mind which screamed at him to stop, he leapt from the rooftop, landing softly on the balls of his feet. Carefully, his head on a swivel for anyone walking by, he took out his phone. His finger hovered over the photo button, his mind telling him that if he did this, there was no going back. He snapped a photo of your apartment.

As he made his way back to the safehouse he was staying in, he could feel you being cemented in his mind. Every raindrop that hit his skin felt like it was washing away everything that he thought was important until only you remained. The image of your precious face became ingrained in his mind. By the time he got back to his safehouse, the only goal he had was to know as much about you as he possibly could.

He was already at his computer, his helmet tossed to the other side of the room. His clothes were still soaked from the rain, but he didn't care. This was more important. You were more important.

Using Bruce's tech, being careful not to leave a trace, he uploaded the photo he had taken of your apartment and began to run a search. Within less than 5 minutes he had everything he would need to keep you for himself. Your school records, social media posts, and more were at his fingertips. He took the liberty of adding himself to your bank account, hacking in so he could be aware of every transaction you made. Soon he would be the one making them for you.

Jason spent the night scrolling through your information. For once he was glad for Bruce's training, as his disciplined mind allowed him to commit everything about you to memory. His eyes burned from lack of sleep, and he was vaguely aware that it was well past 3AM, but he was enraptured reading your search history.

How to change a lightbulb?

Cute.

As soon as he could get a copy of your key made you would never need to change a lightbulb again. Every so often he would come across a photo of you dressed up for some event; a christmas party, a graduation, whatever. When he saw those photos, every doubt that was trying to creep back into his mind was pushed away by his increasingly twisted desire for you.

Jason knew he had gone off the deep end, but if this is what drowning felt like he would gladly let you kill him all over again. When he went to bed that night, he fell asleep knowing you now belonged to him.

And you didn't even know it yet.

#oneshot #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfiction #stalker!jason todd #jason todd

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dmercer91 · 2 years ago

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Can you do nsfw and sfw head canons for Ethan Edward and mark estapa? ( btw love you account I’ve been stalking it for the last hour😂💕)

misc. headcanons, ee73

i used this one for eddy! another is coming for mark asap <3 (and thank you!)

meeting at the coffee shop you work at and he was originally planning on getting his regular but when he saw you he buffered

“what’s your go to? i was thinking of trying something new,”

you ask wether he likes cold or hot drinks, sweet or bitter, if there’s anything he definitely would not drink and he thinks your little lineup of questions is so sweet

you’re clearly a little nervous that he won’t like it once you ring it up and you pick at your nails when he first tries it

“you’ve got good taste… y/n,” he nods to your name tag

maybe the person taking you off comes up and tells you you’re good to go home and ethan takes the risk and orders another drink

“come sit with me?”

you talk for so long and when you laugh he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven

you exchange numbers and over the course of the semester, the relationship grows and you guys start dating

he’s so sweet

he buys you flowers and little trinkets he sees that he thinks you’ll like

he wants you at every possible home game, tucked in the corner by the glass where he can see you for good luck

you guys have after school naps at soph house - mark is sick of you guys being all cute and lovey

he lays on his back and you’re always tucked into his side with his arm around you

playing with his hair is your favourite thing

there’ll be times where that’s all you do for hours, just lay in his arms and twist his hair around your fingers while you talk about nothing important

he loves !! sweet nothings

his love language is probably quality time or touch but words of affirmation is definitely up there

“so pretty. my girl,” “you’re perfect, angel,”

sometimes after work you just need to sit in his arms and let him trace shapes on your shoulders and back in silence

customer service is draining and he does well with understanding that

if you’re overstimulated or tired he’s so good with boundaries and not making you more irritable

sexually, he can be a lot of different things depending on what you’re in the mood for

he loves it when you ride him but he’s perfectly happy putting in the work

he’s an ass/thigh man and i will be taking no criticism on that

kissing your thighs? heaven

leaving love bites on your thighs? he might as well have passed away from bliss

being between your thighs? having them squeeze his head? he thinks there’s no better place to be at any point in time

you riding his thigh, and he gets to sit back and tense his leg to tease you? he’d take that over actual american dollars

he is in college, and he’s used to hookups and therefore inexperienced with his mouth

however, after some trial and error, and him learning how to read your reactions to things, he’s so good

in the first bit of your relationship all he wants to do is practice

“i wanna be able to make you feel good,” while he’s literally got his nose buried into your clit for the third consecutive day

when he finally gets the reaction he’s been working towards - unbridled moans and mumbled of his name while you squirm and squeeze his head with your thighs

he lets up for one whole day before he’s kissing down your body again cause ‘he misses how pretty you taste’

he wants to try new things and get good at them all the time which is truly a blessing cause you won’t spare his feeling and say you came and he will get you there

sometimes on rougher nights he just moves you around at his will

for a college guy he’s well built and it’s both nice to look at and convenient

he likes it when you scratch at him

if he’s not getting absolutely flamed in the dressing room for being full of nail marks then he’s doing something wrong

you always feel bad when you see them and he’s like are you kidding?? i made you feel that good. this is my medal

he likes to guide your head when you’re going down on him

he’ll bury his hand in your hair or wrap it around his fist and slowly move you up and down on him

he’s not vocal in the beginning of your relationship, until you ask if it doesn’t feel good and he realizes you like him vocal

now he’s so used to letting it all out that being quiet is his least favourite thing on the entire planet

aftercare consists of a shower or bath with tons and tons of cuddling, forehead kisses and sweet praises

in conclusion; eddy 🤭

#e’s headcanons !#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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defiantinsect · 2 months ago

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figured id write something up for the side order au i keep mentioning. general stuff below but if youre curious about anything specific feel free to ask (the same is true for all of my splat stuff)

no smollusk is the biggest change here. i think marina doing this on her own volition is much more interesting to me. give me women doing bad things

not that she thinks shes doing anything bad - she just thinks shes "making up" for all the things shes felt guilty for over the years. this, combined with her basically exploding and breaking down during the early days of the tour after shes suppressed herself for so long (she is 100 percent a bottler change my mind), culminates in the persona marina takes on after she enters the memverse.

the world of order is a place where no one can feel pain, sadness, regret, or...anything. no emotions, no hurt. marina wont be able to ruin any more lives if she just turns inkopolis into a place of stagnation. flawless plan. greyscaling in this au is for those that still feel scared and upset (how could you be upset? this world is so much better than the one you left behind!), and it turns them into either parallel canon-like beings or, arguably worse, jelletons, though the latter is reserved for specific individuals she has in mind (the idols, namely, but the agents as well). she cant watch over this place by herself, so greyscaled people are her mouth and eyes in the areas she cant reach.

ending up in the memverse is like entering a coma in the real world (while its still around. closer to the end in this au, marina initiates the merging of the two). for a while you grow increasingly lethargic, your personality begins to fade, and anhedonia starts consuming your life to the point you dont want to do anything but sleep. the more you sleep, the more youre likely to end up in the memverse until one fateful day or night, you lay down, and never wake up. mass hysteria amongst the public sets in not just in the wake of marinas disappearance, but in the wake of this new sleeping sickness.

another big point in this au is the ambiguity of whether or not the memverse itself is alive and alters your body in subtle ways to "adjust" you better to your new home. also ambiguous as to whether or not the memverse is truly separate from marina herself, and whether or not its her thats ship of theseus'ing your ass

marina has a mental link to eight. she tells pearl, whos a fucking mess, about how shes being listening to her voice and how she wants eight to join her, and its a dark relief for pearl - marinas alive somewhere. neither of them know how to actually reach her, and the stuff marinas saying isnt exactly normal. the sleeping sickness comes for them a lot faster and it takes a long time for them to wake up in the memverse, separated (pearl also ends up in a wheelchair. that wheelchair concept art is too sick to not utilize)

acht. the memverses original purpose of de-zombifying the sanitized is still in effect here, so theyre just a dude who is in a new torment nexus. like everyone else in this au, theyre in the order suit and have an id tag in their one of their ears. marina tempts them constantly with the allure of being re-zombified, though at one point they witness someone being greyscaled into a jelleton and know the horrors that go into the process, and its enough to keep them rejecting her. as the cast shrinks over the course of the au, they become eights lifeline until they give in to a moment of weakness and submit themselves to marinas whims, ironically triggering eights greyscaling in the process as shes the last one standing (no point to being the only sapient being in a world full of beasts)

greyscaling can be self-inflicted to some extent, btw. in these cases marina usually adds "finishing touches" to the individuals final form. stress and angst and trauma feed into desires of escapism, and the memverse listens and fulfills their wishes in the most malicious compliance way possible. their forms as jelletons, if they turn into one, are usually informed by what traumatized them or what made up their identity while normal (i.e. eight ends up being predominantly deep sea metro themed)

last note: agent 4. secondary antagonist in this au. shes one of the very first people to end up here, and marina weaponizes her loneliness + self worth issues to transform her into a formidable, calculating opponent. doesnt attack herself, and instead relies on her army of people-turned-parallel-canons to do the work for her; up until she snaps and becomes a jelleton, she runs the greyscaling operation so marina can focus on other things. seeing eight sends her into a rage (just dont pay any attention to the little part of her that lights up instead), and she only gets angrier when eight just tries to talk it out with her instead of fighting. in her mind, eight cant do anything to redeem herself - her past behavior betrays her words. the cool facade melts away when she proposes a new, specially made body for her (one that she can puppet from afar, leaving eight utterly at her disposal) and eight flatly rejects her. then she goes apeshitt

much more horror/angst oriented than canon side order

ok. i wrote too much again oops

#.txt #side order #side order au #splatoon #splatoon au #splatoon side order #i dont have a good name for this au yet #and side order bad ending is corny #and a misnomer since its not fucked forever #parallel canon would be kind of funny to use #but confusing?#marina ida #dedf1sh #acht mizuta #agent 8 #pearl houzuki #agent 4 #jesus christ this is long again im sorry

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queenofallimagines · 2 years ago

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Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games�� embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #blue lock smut #Megaru bachira #bachira imagines #bachira meguru #blue lock x black reader #x chubby reader #blue lock bachira #bachira smut #meguru smut #Spotify #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader

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alu3e · 3 months ago

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hi this is my rant about songs i have connected with hobbit. it dosent really make sense at most points and is also really long drawn out!! so before you read this and rhink oh it will make sense no it wont thanks. its long btw! getting to ramble at midnight is my favourite thing :P

most of them i can see as edits in my head or somethinf like that so i think of specific scenes but i cant edit so it just. stays in my head.

ALSO! english is not my first language and i do not care for it. every mistake i make is not apologised for in any way and if i recognise it is a mistake it will stay there out of spite. i will not give in to thr english language.

link to more songs at the bottom!! this is nr 1

curses by the crane wives = bagginshield/thorin (i love the crane wives. thanks liv for introducing me and i love you forever.)

centered around verse 1 + 2, chorus :P most thought out one, so it all goes downhill from here. goes mostly line for line because ive been picking at this song for months and trying to make it bagginshield.

theres a fire in my brain, and im burning up: this one really just screams dragon sickness to me. like yeah hes fucking burning up hes dead

keep running for the sink but the well is dry: this one really just dosent make sense at all but its imprinted in my brain as bagginshield, the sink would be like thorin and then the well, thorin, has run dry by dragon sickness.. and the running dude is bilbo. still trying to think of this in another way but its hard.

every word i say is kindling but the smoke clears when youre around: once again, whos even surprised, dragonsick thorin! i should rename the title for this song in this ramble to dragonsick thorin. i wont do it. and the smoke clears when bilbo is around (queue acorn scene).. this might be just bad english, but kindling as in lighting a fire, the war i guess,, and then well. play acorn scene.

wont you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down, down, down: more bagginshield for this line, i love them btw, thinking dragon sickness again and how bilbo was the one he trusted over his kin, saying they had taken the stone and all that shit. bad connection but walls burning down, more like being fucking corrupted by the dragon sickness. anyways having bilbo being the closest one idk man. its late over here.

this house says my name like an elegy, echoing where all my ghosts used to be: this is where i really start getting lost it only gets worse from here guys. (guys, i say to myself in the middle of the night) thorin being king and all that stuff but the sickness being passed down or whatever, sad fuckign shit over there. also I dont really know what elegy means. last part i dont really know about, but erebors fucking empty. very fucking empty. jk theres these 13 guys there. sorry losing the point but it makes sense i just dont have a clear connection. bully me for this one. or just please say something that connects it so i can go a little bit more insane.

theres still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyards full of bones: erebor being empty but the gold still being there, full of bones, sickness, idk really. im still tired.

wont you stay with me my darling when this house dont feel like home, when this house dont feel like home: more loose but i guess how balin/throin would tell bilbo (and have told like, kili and fili for ecample) about erebor, how its this great ass kingdom. and then when they get there its just not really thorins sick everything goes to hell war war war so house dont feel like home.

skip a few lines

the devils after both of us: THE GOLDDDD THE GOLDDDD GUYS THE GOLDDDD. ring for bilbo, the gold in erebor for thorin. gold. we dont like gold over here. get out if you like gold. jk please dont leave me im tired

lay my curses out to rest make a mercy out of me : idk the scene where Thorin dies he just wants to be friends (loser atleast admit youre in love) with bilbo again before he goes. oh i love them btw did i say that

i dont have much more for curses, love this song very much, but i cant really fit the rest of the song in much. if someone bothers to read this then youre so welcome to do it and tell me about it please. please please please please. ON TO THE NEXT ONE RAHHHJJ‼️

dog days are over by florence + the machine

another song i hold close to my heart even though its not my usual taste! this one dosent really have a line by line walkthrough like, ex, curses. some lines fit a little better, some dont..

i know (think.) dog days are like, the bad days? toss and turn it a few times and i think it fits the hobbit. everything nice. goes to hell. theres lots of other songs that are better for this but its just the vibes of the song that give it for me.

some lines that i just want to mention:

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and brothers: how the company is like a family, really, I guess. especially for bilbo because thats his found family. a whole other ramble about that. running out of erebor, to war. i think. this song is based on vibe not lines.

leave all your love and your longing behind, you cant carry it with you if you want to survive: this one is more, edit like based, cause think like everyone laughing having fun ex when kili and fili scare bilbo by the campfire and stuff, + rivendell. scare maybe isnt the best word idk, I think you can figure it out. theres not much like that left, they want to survive the war i guess fight for their kingdom if this dosent make sense blame how tired i am. barely keeping my eyes open at this point.

struck from a great height: fili i love you and you deserved nothing that happened to you. pls my girlfriend i love you btw fili.

next song :)

sleeping giants by the crane wives!

this one is also more of a thought out edit than connecting lines, but i want to talk about it anyway cause i really like this song. thats just the prompt for this entire ramble 'i really like this song'.

straight into lines on this one, not as much to talk about before.

i feel the mountains, shifting under me: this one makes more sense for the stone giants, than the second one which is erebor, i just think of the scene where he opens the door. take that and do what you will wtih it.

the sleeping giants are finally waking, waking finally: stone giants!

my pulse is clear rushing in my ears i hear something calling me: the arkenstone guys the arkenstone..... or also the gold thinking about the hes been down there for days scene where hes just in the gold man idk still very tired. ive said that alot of times now.

the moon is humming, lovley melodies: the moon, being the last light, showing the keyhole, lovley stuff. melodies

the forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry: no, I dont know what crowing means and i wont go figure it out. abywyas, Mirkwood, the spiders, all that stuff.

this ones unclear. sorry bout that. just want to put sleeping giants in your head. its a great song.

tounges and teeth by (drumroll) the crane wives!!!!!!!

great song again. lovley even. lovley melody. lines are more spread out here, picking just a few really. this ones more like a listen and you just get it than a ah you can read my ramble and understand just based on the lines.

ive grown a mouth so sharp and cruel: dragon sick thorin!! bilbo going like oooh the dwarf i met in bag end wouldnt have said that youve changedddd youve changedddd. sorry i like that scene acrually. hes changed btw.

i will ruin you, I will ruin you: batfa bagginshield goes both ways acruallt. they just love each other that much.

its a habit, i cant help it : sickness he cant help that poor little king

i know that you mean so well but i am not a vessel for your good intent: vessel isnt the best word here but SUE ME i didnt write the song. bilbo ment well with the arkenstone but obviously thorin being mindfucked and sick he cant see that.

i will only break your pretty things, I will only wring you dry of everything, (i will poison all your happy thoughts): well. thorin and bilbo!!! the sickness breaking their relationship. obviously that had to be a pretty thing considering bilbo couldnt even SAY WHAT THORIN MRNT TO HIM. also another ramble ugh k think about it every single day. i will poison all your happy thoughts, being i guess the sickness as well. counting in on this same one.

i love you like the ashes in my cigarette box: the gold. thorin loving bilbo more than the gold because jghgbgbn the mithril SHIIIRTTTTT guys the shirt.

this ones unclear. listen to the song. please. its very good.

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i was supposed to add time will change you by the crane wives here, ill reblog sometime and do it. havent really picked at that one much yet.

thats it! if you read it, im sorry! if you didnt read it, thats what i expected! just rambling. I really like music and hobbit, so. this took about an hour to just write. maybe one day ill make one for lord of the rings trilogy.

this is, quite clearly, movie based. if anyone has any ideas from the book that fits,.. tell me. if youre the person who commented something about red clay (tcw) and frodo, please tell me more. ive lost the post it was from and it drives me insane. thanks for reading my nonsense post.

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A/N: The last two parts were mostly finished so thats why this chapter and future ones are gonna take longer to pump out btw. sorry in advance!

my schedule is still kinda inconsistent, lol. and i got sick, but I luckily kicked procrastination and writer's block in the ass to finally pump this chapter out! it's been too long, sorry for the wait! this one's longer so settle tf in chat.

Stalker!Yandere!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader- To Steal and Dote On (Same tags as prev. apply, plus: Camera stalking, Watching without consent, Listening without consent, Recording without consent, Tampering with private property, Tony the delusions of grandeur extraordinaire, Tony having perverted thoughts of Reader, Pepper's having none of Tony's antics, Tony and Pepper interacting like siblings? probably Ooc there sorry)

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There’s another package.

You falter mid-step, keys loosely dangling from your finger. They lightly jingle as they continue to sway with the remaining momentum and ring together from impact.

It’s the only sound accompanying your thoughts as you stare at the wrapped present sitting in front of your door.

You almost feel like you’re sent back in time repeating the events of yesterday, but… no. This one is different.

A basket, not a box.

Decorated with all the bells and whistles, unlike the unassuming box of chocolates. Gift filler and bows galore wrapped securely in cellophane.

There is one similarity that mocks you: a thick cardstock folded in half, your own name staring at you in black ink.

And just like last time, there’s a message.

“Some more for you to try, (Name). The best of the best. Hope you like them. —Your knight in rose-gold armor ❤️💛”

Peeking through the contents basket for the first time, you saw various boxes stuffed inside with different signage and decals that hinted at something familiar.

…

More suspicious chocolate?

From the same sender?

Your head swivels back and forth, analyzing the halls on the off chance that whoever dropped this off was still lurking closeby to gauge your reaction.

No dice.

An exasperated exhale leaves your lips as you turn back to the basket.

Reluctantly, you haul the thing inside.

Unwrapping it leaves you more befuddled.

It's a slew of chocolate brands you've never heard of, and all from different countries. Each has their own origins with confectionery detailed in fluffy and exaggerated scribbles, too. You take a wild guess and figure they’re in the caliber of high-end decadence.

Despite your unease at the quantity, you highly doubt all this chocolate is poisoned.

So, at least your admirer doesn't want you dead.

Still, it is an excessive amount to go through, so you suppose the first step would be figuring out the ones you do like.

You limit yourself in testing the most basic flavor you can surmise out of the assortment; one brown morsel per box to test the brands in an effort of fairness and avoiding sugar-induced nausea.

Just like that first time.

Cut to you leaning against your kitchen counter swigging a glass of water with two piles of opened chocolate boxes on the granite surface of your counter, littered with crumpled up wrappers next to you.

Moving the glass from your lips, you breathe out a sigh as your eyes fall upon the last unopened one of the bunch. Scooting it closer with one hand as the other sets down the water, you peel open the packaging with practiced ease. Plucking out the blandest one you need to test, you pop the last chocolate in your mouth and chew.

Oh…

…

Oh?

You blink. Then blink again. Your tongue moves around, drawing out more of that taste as your hand lifts the accompanying chocolate guide card to your face. Upon re-reading the flavor profile of the confection it is that you're savoring, you realize you don't want to spit this out.

It's good.

It's really good.

Which is surprising, considering the rest of the chocolates were subpar or duds, at best. Gazing the said piles of opened treats over, you figure you'd share them with your coworker tomorrow, pawning off what you could to her and dumping or rationing out the rest as you discreetly keep the one good box to yourself.

This was given to you as a gift, after all.

There'd be no harm in that— in keeping just one… right?

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To say (Friend name) was over the moon when you showed her your newfound chocolate stash the next day at work would be a gross understatement. She was practically fawning over them to the point of unhealthy infatuation. She had then briefly explained that she recognized them in a previous business trip she took, and something about the brands being the best of the best, alongside mention of another trip she was taking soon.

You had honestly stopped listening to the details at that point, her excitement over something that was disconcerting for you severely dampened your mood enough to confide in her about the first gift.

Judging by her initial reaction when you walked in today, you had a dreaded feeling that you would know how she would take your impromptu therapy session, and it went over about as well as you expected. Yet it didn't hinder the intensity of your emotions at her response any less.

“So… what’s the problem?”

You sigh, completely at your wit's end after explaining your dilemma in full a second time now and she still didn’t get it. (Friend name) was more content with sampling the morsels of cacao, sugar, and milk to really pay your worries any mind. Or at least with the level of severity that you did, anyway.

“Look,” you hear her roll closer with her chair as you busy yourself with planting your face onto the surface of your desk, your arms encircling your head as a cushion. “You’re getting gifts from this mysterious admirer, right?” You silently nod your head, still not looking up at her. “Right. And you don’t know why this person likes you?” She further questions through audible chewing, though it sounds more like a statement she's telling herself.

The air around the two of you falls silent for a moment.

“And you still don’t want them?”

At that, you groan aloud, muffled by your arms.

“Hey, all I’m saying is don’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If this person hasn’t threatened you at all, then what’s the real harm? And besides, it’s not like you can really do anything other than leave a report.” The comment hits you like a jab in your side, a sudden sharp sting of cold-hard reality dousing your brain cells. It unfortunately made sense, as much as you hated to admit it.

A shuffling sound of plastic can be heard as her fingers dive for another treat.

“Still, I mean if you don't want them…” She playfully ventures, gazing at your pitiful form, “I can always take any excess gifts off your hands.” Another groan escapes your lips as she laughs heartily at your expense.

You’re almost envious of how your friend is taking this all in stride before you remember that she isn’t experiencing this first-hand. Feeling the unease and caution that swirl in your gut with the first gift that was untampered yet clearly not meant for you. Not knowing who it's from and why it was happening to you, only to receive more even after trashing it.

Or maybe she's only saying this because gift receiving is her desired love language.

Regardless, your friend is clearly of no help in hindering this behavior. And despite her assurance of the harmlessness of it all, this mystery is eating you up alive.

Another miniscule part of you darkly recognizes that this all can become sinister in the blink of an eye.

You had to try something, you just don’t have any clue where this all begins.

And not only that, but…

It’s just— there’s just no way all of this stuff is for you.

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“Seriously, (Friend name), this is ridiculous.”

Tony's ears perk up when he hears your voice through the surveillance feed of your apartment he's had opened in the background as he looks over schematics. Now, however, his full attention is on you as he spins his rolling chair for a front-row view.

“Silent lockdown, J.” The billionaire mutters, his eyes scrutinizing you through the camera as you flit about the kitchen and living space. You're on the phone as you carry a bouquet of flowers under the crux of your arm, almost like an infant.

The ones Tony sent over on his lunch break earlier today.

A pleased smile spreads across his face as you place your cellular device down and hold the tall glass in the sink, running the tap into the vase.

You want to keep them alive, he realizes with soft eyes.

“Oh, come on girl, it can't be that bad.” The call’s on speaker now, he notes, as he can hear your friend, her tone full of light teasing. It's too high pitched to sound anything short of shrill and it has the man cringing, vaguely reminding him of his past conquests. “Whatcha get this time?”

“Flowers,” you mutter. A dejected sigh falls from your lips that has Tony's heart feel a tiny bit heavier and his eyebrows furrow. Did you not like them? Were you not a woman who cared for flowers, then? That wasn't a problem, he could fix that. Tony’s eyes cut to another monitor, pulling up a document and using his finger to cross out the word in a bullet-pointed list. He peers back to observe your fingers gently stroking the leaves and the action has the stalker thinking about how soft your skin is. Your cinched expression, however, draws the man's focus as he peers at you, a plethora of inquiries running through his mind.

“What's wrong sweetheart?” Tony ventures in a hushed tone, as if whispering to you yet no one at the same time.

“I just don't understand. Why me?” Tony entertains the notion that you had just heard and answered him for a fleeting second.

“Uh, why not you, (Y/N)?” While the implication that you're dumb in her grating tone irks him, he can't help but agree with your friend’s statement.

“I mean, what did I do to deserve this?” You sound exhausted and saddened as you gingerly place the gift in question onto the countertop of your kitchen. As you run a hand through your hair, Tony's gaze falls down your body, humming at your cute business ensemble of a button-up dress shirt, knee-length skirt, and heels. He licks his lips as he spots a tiny slit cut into the fabric of your skirt that subtly gives him more of your leg to see. He runs his hands over his jeans, briefly acknowledging how clammy they are as he thickly swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Could he get you to work for him?

Move into the tower out of convenience for your job and his spying?

Have you wear the same outfits?

…

More provocative ones?

…

Nothing at all?

“Are you still pouting about this? Girl.” Your friend deadpans unsexily, popping Tony out of his daydreaming. “And are you seriously asking why you don’t deserve flowers?” Your head shakes, and the way your hair flows with the movement has the man mesmerized again.

“I don't even know who would bother going through the trouble of—”

“You are more than worth the trouble, (Y/N).” (Friend name)’s tone is softer now, as if trying to be encouraging. “And it sounds to me like your little crush thinks so, too.” She sing-songs as your face burns, absolutely speechless. Then you’re indignant, chastising your friend as she giggles in the background.

Tony loves every second of witnessing your reaction, unexpectedly laughing from the sheer delight he’s feeling. (Friend name) took the words right out of his mouth. He mulls the thought over for a moment, then concludes that as long as your friend continuously acts as his wingwoman unknowingly from the sidelines, he could tolerate her presence in your life.

For now at least, until she does something to hurt you.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to further clarify her oh-so helpful sentiment…

As he stares at you, something else clicks in the brunette’s mind and he starts swiping and tapping away at the other screen again; this time perusing a new website for a little number he can't wait to see you in.

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After the mysterious second chocolate bundle was sent to your door, many other random care packages were sent your way.

Coffee and tea pods and packets.

Sample meats and cheeses.

Party-sized chips and cookie packs.

Soaps, perfumes, and lotions.

The gifts kept coming with no sign of stopping. It feels like you're being pushed out of your own apartment by whoever’s responsible for sending them. It’s been driving you up the wall so much that you took advantage of the absurd amount of deliveries to exercise your best efforts into unearthing some answers.

All potential leads you followed resulted in absolutely nothing to show for. Anyone you could think of in close proximity to the occurrences— neighbors, landlord, the post office— were all of no help. No one in your apartment knew of or saw anyone dropping off these packages at your door. Nor did the establishments care to tell you who ordered the deliveries in the first place; it was “private information that couldn’t be released,” apparently.

That’s when you finally decided to report the incidents to law enforcement.

The only thing the police were good for was filing a report to build a case. But even without looking at the officers’ faces, you knew that what you provided wouldn’t lead to anything substantial. You barely had a complaint, really. You were just lucky they decided to humor you with opening a case instead of immediately shutting you down.

Luckily, you still had the notes that came with the gifts to hand over, proving they were meant for you and were referencing the deliveries.

Unluckily, it only helped to prove that someone had taken a shine to you; and because the contents were all printed out with a typed font, you couldn’t prove that it wasn’t just yourself who set this all up to cry wolf for attention.

Yes, that was a real speculation the officers had to your story.

Their assumptions confused you at first, but the more you thought about it on the walk home, the more peeved you got.

If this weirdo admirer wasn’t doing this to you in the first place, you wouldn’t have to deal with all this nonsense.

Pouting all the way back to your apartment, your emotions immediately turn to displeasure as your vision recognizes the slew of things piled up at your doorstep. You surmise that many of these were delivered as you were out just now, causing a pit to form in your stomach.

The clacking of shoes echo down the hall, and your head tilts up to notice a man walking in your direction. It’s an older gentleman; the hair on his head and chin are greyed out and he sports a long sleeve shirt and fleece vest combo in green, blue, and brown plaid. His dress slacks are devoid of wrinkles and are of a toffee color just like his loafers. The closer he approaches, the easier you can spot the round, thin wire spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose.

Compared to the neighborhood you resided in, the male was completely out of place— which was expected of him considering that’s who he was as your landlord.

He looks at the pile of stuff at your door before halting. He makes eye contact with you and nods, which you return in kind.

“Miss (Last name), I trust all is well?” Like with every question he poses, it comes out as a gruff statement or observation.

“Yes, Mr. Garrett, I’ve been fine.”

His attention noticeably shifts to analyze the stack of gifts once more and you shift your weight from side to side uncomfortably.

“Have you solved your little problem yet?” You know he’s essentially asking you if you’ll bother him again— his words— after questioning him on the matter a few days ago. Mr. Garrett claimed to be very irked by your insinuation that he was somehow responsible— you said nothing of the sort— and for you to kindly leave him out of your trouble. You had to end the call abruptly before you became more infuriated and did something you couldn’t take back, like yelling at him and unceremoniously granting yourself a one-way ticket to the streets. After that unpleasant exchange, you weren’t too keen on probing your landlord on the subject again.

“I already went to the police.” You announce resolutely, squaring your shoulders to steadily meet his eyes. “They’ll handle it now.”

“Good.” He curtly responds, turning to walk past you now. “Rent’s due in a few days.”

You nod in acknowledgement, reminding yourself to travel to the bank to pull the necessary cash out and place the money in an envelope, as your landlord preferred to do things the old-fashioned way “to ensure his tenants actually paid him.” Perhaps he was fooled one too many times in his youth to allow anyone an inch of leniency.

Mr. Garrett stops mid-step, turning to brazenly stare at your doorstep for the third time before locking eyes with you. “Don’t leave them there too long. A pileup like that is considered a fire hazard and I will have to fine you for it if it's not moved.” It takes a good chunk of your willpower to keep your frustrations at bay.

“Yes Mr. Garrett.”

He departs without so much as another word, and it isn’t until he turns the corner that you release the breath you’ve been holding in. You glare at the offending packages, cursing whoever they were for causing you this much of a headache.

Reluctantly, and despite your overwhelming desire to be petty and leave the gifts there, you begrudgingly bring them inside your unit and start opening and organizing the products like you had just gone grocery shopping.

You falter, almost dropping the box of coffee in your hands when a realization hits you.

This will help you save money, wouldn’t it..?

If you accepted these gifts?

You adamantly shake your head, placing the coffee where it belongs in your kitchen.

The last thing you need to do is encourage this behavior, no matter how convenient it makes your life in certain aspects.

When you finish putting everything away, you move into your living area and pick up the remote for your T.V. You thumb the power button and start walking back toward your kitchen to fetch yourself a snack. The familiar noise of the television powering up is cut abruptly short as a loud, electrical popping noise startles you before your unit falls silent.

Swiveling on your heel to turn back toward your T.V., you quickly discover that it had just decided to short out on you if the still-black screen was anything to go by. “Aw, hell. There goes my vegging out for the night,” you casually muse to yourself as you power the device down and place the remote back on your living room table.

Ultimately shrugging off your ruined plans, you really don’t have the energy to get worked up over something like this. You didn’t use the thing that much anyway, and when you did it was once in a blue moon for an indulgent night of nostalgia films. You could always watch them on your laptop or phone if you needed to.

You then resign yourself to start getting ready for bed, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

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Watching over the recording of your little technical mishap last night was a wonderful reason for Tony busy himself in your space again in the heroic effort to repair your modest electrical box for you, free of charge.

And, well— Tony Stark was nothing if not an opportunist.

And possibly, a glutton for adrenaline-induced activities.

Because why else would he make another trip to your apartment so soon with the intent of modifying things in your unit when you could arrive home at any time instead of sending you a new smart T.V.?

Not because he wanted a chance to survey you in your element a lot closer than his cameras would allow at a safe distance.

Or for him to selfishly indulge in your natural scent lingering in your space and pretend he was a welcomed guest.

Definitely not Tony Stark of all people, and surely not because he was an antique restoring, sentimental man at heart.

Of course not.

But he digresses.

Dismantling and understanding the issue your television had was a fairly quick feat, repairing it even less so.

He then got a better understanding of your personal tastes as he rifled through your cabinets for the items he sent. He also took notes of the shopping reminders magnetized on your fridge for preferred products he wasn’t privy to before.

The only problem that came with finishing both tasks was figuring out what other excuse he could use to linger in your apartment without feeling more like a creeper than he already was. Tony had quickly decided to meander and poke around to find more unaware issues his mechanical prowess could easily solve.

He soon found himself half-under the pipes of your kitchen sink, various tools scattered around his body as he eliminated a pesky leak and improved the water pressure for your faucet.

Then he was tinkering with the electrical wiring in your lights.

And later, when he thought there was absolutely nothing else to do, he almost exited your apartment via the front door like he was actually supposed to be there. Tony recoiled quickly, fractals of icy fear nipping at his heart, and quickly turned on his heel to finally leave your apartment.

Maybe for good this time.

His brain, however, was bugging him about how horribly the doorknob jiggled in his hand, like it was about to fall off if given a good tug.

How easy it would be for someone to…

Tony’s face cinched together as his hands curled into fists, his nails biting uncomfortably into his skin as he fought with himself to continue walking.

He did, just in the wrong direction.

That is how the man ended up kneeling at your front door that had to be slightly ajar to be tinkered with, opened toolbox at his side while he played with the locking mechanism.

It was akin to a mantra as he continuously told himself he had to do this for your own general safety and not out of his own selfish need to deter any foul players from stealing you away from him. Reassuring himself that he was doing this because he was a superhero in Gold-Titanium armor looking out for a New York civilian in a shady neighborhood. That he was Tony Stark who did what he does best: taking precautions and countermeasures to avoid future complications.

Not because he wanted you all to himself.

“Sir,” Tony's A.I. drawls abruptly, too loudly for the covert operation he was attempting right now.

“Not now, Jarv, I'm almost done here.” The man chides to the robotic voice under his breath, frustrated over how long it’s taking to fix your finicky lock. His hand fumbles with the tool in his hand, and the billionaire grumbles before huffing in irritation. Thanks to his A.I., Tony’s concentration broke and caused his grip to slip and almost nick the metal handle of your doorknob. He's not too sure that little detail would go unnoticed, and leaving evidence like that is the last thing he needs to worry about right now.

“Sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. insists, and Tony grits his teeth as he wipes an arm across his sweaty forehead. “(Y/N)’s heat signature is rapidly approaching.”

The man freezes in place, his blood running cold.

Then his ears distinctly catch distant footfalls thumping against a hardwood floor, accompanied by a muffled speaker.

“Yeah, (Friend name), I’ll be free this weekend.”

“Shit!” Tony hisses, flinging himself away from your door like it burned him and his hands fly around to throw his supplies back in his toolbox at the speed of light. He all but sprints toward your window, hastily fiddling with the rusty latch. In his panicked state, he almost doesn’t contemplate how long it’ll take for him to climb up to the roof, and urgently commands J.A.R.V.I.S. to bring his suit down, now.

When your window finally unlocks, Tony uses all his strength to lift the frame and shimmy out in one fluid motion. He has to turn back and let the glass slide down gently with both hands, but then he hears a familiar whir behind him. Tony pivots himself in one fluid motion to lunge toward the peeled-open metal casing of Iron Man hovering just past your building's metal staircase.

He bursts off in flight when his body's fully concealed, soaring dangerously fast into the sky. Tony almost can't think when he's breathing this hard, yet his mind's in overdrive. It's a perpetual cycle that burns his lungs, quickly leading to tunnel-vision that is all-too similar to another experience.

Then he reaches the roof of Stark Tower, touching down on the landing pad. Mechanical arms help open up the metal armor as he walks further down the platform and Tony feels he can finally start breathing properly again, gulping in fresh air like water for his dehydrated lungs.

“Where have you been, Tony? I've been looking for you everywhere!” Pepper, clad in white and black business attire, speeds toward her boss with a binder and manilla folder clutched to her chest.

Releasing a shaky breath, Tony’s mask retracts and his head turns to grin dazzlingly at his secretary despite feeling accosted.

“Pep! I didn't know you were capable of missing me that much.”

She rolls her eyes at his double-edged-ness. “I think you’re confusing me with the world in that statement.”

Tony heaves a sigh when he’s out of his suit and the action draws his assistant’s eyes back toward him. Pepper gives the man a once-over and wrinkles her nose.

“You look awful. Where were you?” She presses tersely, and Tony's face falters. “I can't even count how many meetings have to be rescheduled, and that's if those prospects aren't lost now. You can't go AWOL like that without telling someone, Tony. I almost called Rhodney.”

“Ouch,” he remarks, striding over to the closest couch. “Straight to business as always, huh, Pep?” There is no verbal response as Tony plops himself down onto the cushions, letting his body start to relax. “It was nothing, just a little charity work. Some fixer-upper stuff.”

Pepper raises a brow.

“Okay,” Tony relents, his hands raised in a surrender motion before dropping, his brain calming down and beginning to think coherently again. “It wasn't exactly charity; more like a favor for a friend. I was repairing some things of theirs, and had to bring my tools with me since they’re not very mechanical-savvy.” It was the closest he would get to telling the truth, as unintentional as it was to reveal. But knowing Pepper Potts, she would poke until the answer was satisfactory or she got tired of his deflecting. If he went with the latter option today, she'd come back to the topic with a vengeance. And after the close call he had, the last thing he wanted was Pepper digging into this matter and being a thorn in his side over it. “Oh yeah,” He continues, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead with his hand for a moment. “While you’re over there doing nothing but lecturing me, could you be a doll and bring over that toolbox I mentioned?”

Silence ensues, falling over the pair.

Curiously, Tony opens his eyes to find a frown souring her pretty face— a detail Tony's about to comment upon when she speaks up.

“What toolbox?” She bluntly states, staring him down with an unreadable expression.

Tony freezes before twisting his torso to look around where he last was, and—

…

Oh.

…

Fuck.

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This is bad, clearly.

The person sending this stuff hasn’t made themselves known and there’s been nothing more substantial you could submit to the police, either.

But it’s not as alarming as using your address as a drug delivery hotspot or something. And you checked them again— your cards had no outrageous or suspicious charges on them, so that info was safe. It was only your home address that was being utilized without your consent.

As far as you were aware, at least.

You shiver at the unspoken thought.

Bottom line, this could’ve been a lot worse.

You looked over at your doorstep, spotting another package greeting you from your long day at work as it lies there innocently.

But it doesn’t mean you want this to continue happening either, you solemnly think to yourself. Lifting the object up and clutching it against your chest with one arm, the other searches for the distinct ring of jagged metal in your purse.

Fishing out your keys successfully, you select your apartment key and hold it out in preparation as you continue to focus your gaze onto the cardboard box, peering at your name scrawled on top of the attached parchment. Stepping forward, you blindly thrust your arm out and feel the door impact the metal tool in your hand before it yawns in protest.

Your eyes shoot up and your breath stops.

You realized with growing panic that it had— indeed, gotten worse.

Someone broke into your apartment.

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#moi writing #tony stark x reader #yandere tony stark #yandere tony stark x reader #not me writing this in my bed during sick recovery as my lungs scream to die yknow as you do haha #as opposed to the last installments mdb did not directly influence this one #this was written in silence more than anything lol i think music distracts me too much to write actually

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theblindtree · 1 month ago

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Spider-Sona lore dump with IMAGES

btw this is a long read and will be updated in the future if I get cool ideas

glhf

the Huntsman

The Huntsman, also known as Piotr Parkowski is a spiderman from Earth i (specificaly changed by Miguel O’hara due to its danger)

Poland, 1975. Piotr was working at an equivalent of a convenience store owned by his parents when a sheep broke in and bit him. The sheep was later captured by soviet scientists. The next day Piotr was feeling sick, sadly local doctors did not understand what happened and simply wrote it off as a heavy fever. The next day his body was extended, his legs all over the place and the same with his arms, but the place that should have had flesh had webs that were holding him together like small ropes. He stayed in his room for the next few days until he could hold himself together in the form that he was before the accident, or at least what he wanted to look without being too outlandish. After some time a cannon event happened, or at least should have since he saved his grandfather or at least tried since he died later in the hospital. His grandfather has seen his powersing and the typical “with great power comes great responsibility” talk. He tailored himself a suit, and since his body was like webs he made it themed on a spider, it was very simple but it ripped apart easily since he needed to extend his body to use his powers.

After years of crime fighting aliens came, they wanted to take over the Earth since it had a bunch of resources, Piotr fought them, and since he was winning the aliens started fighting dirty. They kidnapped him and went with him towards a black hole to throw him away there. In a singular moment he woke up from the trans because he felt pain in one of his fibers. In the last ditch effort he used all of his remaining energy he grabbed the ship so it would go into the singularity with him.

postmortem

He saw nothing. He felt infinite pain that bended itself into pure nothingness. seconds became years, milenia became milliseconds, time became length and it all just blended into nothing until he felt a slight strength to come out of the pull. Surprisingly he actually did it but his body was not one of the men, it was purely white and black and looked as if it was just a ball of cut up yarn. until he saw himself in a piece of space junk, after that he tried to fuse together into a body that he found familiar but he mostly failed as even his body was alien, his limbs twisted and spiraling.

After months of drifting in space he went to Earth, but the land he once called home rejected him. nobody remembered him, there was no grave for him, as if he never existed. but he has not rejected his people, even if he was a grotesque man-like creature. A few years went by, everybody aged but not him. He was still hated, but he did not care. In mere moments his planet disappeared just like he has. he was floating between the rubble. Galactus, a creature that seemed stronger than gods has appeared before him but Piotr, now just spider-man since he could not remember his own name, has escaped in fear. During the time he was hiding he explored the universe and obtained power, he killed and helped, he obtained the infinity stones and placed them around his eyes, he obtained all-black and placed it inside him so the symbiotes would be under his control. His body became more twisted and more stable. The black took up most of his body while the white, that once was the majority, turned into the symbol of a spider. After that he went to find Galactus and when he found him… he got his ass whooped. He was devastated, as he could not defend other planets but as he was being beaten he saw something, a machine, it was a drill that was mining the literal edge of the universe and surprisingly it actually was doing damage to the wall. in his mind he connected the dots, he knew that if he, a being of space, using an ancient weapon could have not defeated him then nobody could. In the last ditch effort he created a black hole in the center of the universe, it grew and grew until it contained the whole universe, until it was strong enough for nothing but him to escape.

multiverse

He was looking into the singularity. It stared back.

After a while of staring into the darkness a portal opened and a vampire got pulled out of it by the black hole. After a moment of confusion he looked through the portal and went through it, he looked around and created a small black hole to teleport somewhere else. He went and went to many universes where people actually exist and then he appeared in the spider society. Of course a white hole in the middle of the room was seen by everyone. He wasn't concerned by being seen since he was surrounded by a bunch of different spider-men, he was confused and interested by all the people around. after some time of staring at the halls and people he was captured and started to be interrogated by the leader Miguel O’hara, he wasn't speaking but instead just escaping, once by shapeshifting and then by using black holes as portals, seeing this Miquel saw what he was doing and started to contain him. Of course any way of closing him in a cell was worthless so he started to explore more obscure ways and landed on one that worked, securing him into an idol using gods of ancient Egypt, so he did it (i'm not explaining this, it kinda happened in moon knight). so he was enclosed, placed on a podium, guarded by cameras…

the end hey what the fuck are you do-

so… just after a few weeks the idol was destroyed by a kid. Widow looked at him confused, he was some kind of latino, maybe an European, he did not know but he was definitely O’hares kid (or so he assumed). He thanked the kid and gave him a chocolate bar that he quickly threw away since he was pretty sure it was radioactive. Of course Miguel runned up quickly and was furious so he disappeared in a black hole leaving a note with his universes number and a warning to not go there under any circumstances. when he appeared in a new reality he saw something weird, a spider-man being killed by some kind of vampire. He quickly killed the vampire but for some reason he knew it wasn't the end. He came back to spider society to research it. He found out about inheritors, and since he was immortal and not really seen as a good guy by the spider society he started to hunt them for the sake of the other spider-men. Now he comes back from time to time to the society to talk around and hear if anyone spotted the vampires, mostly he asks spiders-man since they are around the multiverse.

the new faction

Seeing the fact that he's the only one fighting them he, in his own universe, created a room. It was simple, a recreation of the room he had as a child. He looked around and thought, if there is a society of spider-men and he was not seen as one of them but a foe, there have to be more spider-men that are also seen in the same way. So he sneaked into the spider society where now he's seen more as an urban legend than a real person. He looked around the files and saw it, saw something weird, files on every spider-men, the ones that are and aren't a part of the spider society and saw even the files that were straight up banned due to the spider-man showed there were called “dangerous” or “unstable” or even “anomalies”. He saw it as a dumb idea, why should spidermen that are dangerous be seen as useless for the whole spider society. He stole the files and looked around the multiverse to find them and recruit them. one of the first spider-men he found a version of peter parker that was a zombie. he walked up to him, knowing that he could not be killed, and talked to him like if to a most normal person to ever exist and surprisingly it worked, so the first spider-man that he talked to became a friend and was transported into his room. he appeared there after the new spider-man, he looked around and created a new room, a large room so the new spider-man could be happy. He then went and repeated it more and more times again until he created basically a small army. sadly he had no way of allowing them transport by themself, he knew it would be risky but he did trust them, because of this he went into a universe he knew had something interesting. he went to hell of one of the worst universes and sold his soul, knowing well that it did not matter since he is immortal and not from this universe. due to the deal he became a ghost rider but yet, he did not care, he was already a part of the idea of them so he just went back into his universe with a very important thing he got for his soul (being a ghost rider was just a side effect), knowledge of how to transport the multiverse. After coming back into his universe he created the blueprints and showed it to the spider-men that followed him. He then went to the spider-men HQ to give back the files but he was caught by Miguell. of course did not really care since he knew how he was captured once, he explained the idea he had and how he and Miguell should collaborate in a way, the way being that he does his stuff and tells what happened to Miguell and Miguell would just leave him alone and help him recruit some more people if they wanted to. Miguell agreed to the deal and went along with it since he understood that Huntsman was doing this for a reason.

Failure

Turns out, the inheritors were defeated years after his organization started and he knew nothing about it, making the whole thing weirder was that they were killing actual vampires that did not prey on spider-men. To say he was devastated about his failure would be an understatement. Death made an announcement that every spider-man in his universe would soon be teleported to their original ones since there was no need for their collaboration. What felt like years passed, the hawking radiation of the blackhole that was most of the universe got stronger yet he did not notice. After another time, once again that felt like years, the whole structure fell into the black hole, leaving him inside of it, slowly turning into strings that barely held together. After some time he noticed something weird, instead of pitch black he noticed a few strings that were blue and purple. Galactus escaped.

last message

He was shocked, Galactus not only escaped the prison he created but also the universe that contained the prison.

The last message from the huntsman was to Miquel O’hara.

“HE ESCAPED! THE DRAGON ESCAPED!”

“IF ANYONE SEES STRANDS OF RED AND BLUE RUN! RUN! TELL THEM THAT!”

“HE TOOK MY LEGS! I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW THEY LOOK!”

“I'M CHASING HIM! I WON'T LET HIM KILL!”

The huntsman was only seen on occasion.

I hoped you liked the lore guys

btw, the kid that freed him was a spider-sona of my lovely moot @lisisdead big shout-out to them, without them my spidersona could not have more trauma

#oc #oc art #oc artwork #art #lore #spidersona #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider sona #marvel #marvel oc #oc lore

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spoopyblues214 · 1 year ago

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Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

°•.•°

“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

°•.•°

It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

.•°•.

It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 mikey #2012 mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #spoopywriting

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 1 year ago

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Get to Know Me tag

Ultimate Addition

Been tagged with multiple versions of this. Will do this all in one.

And maybe this will be the definitive version.

Thanks to: @herrmannhalsteadproduction here, @sleepywriter00 here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, @dyrewrites here, @infinnative here, @buffythevampirelover here, and @mysticstarlightduck here.

Tagging @illarian-rambling @gottestod-writes @cowboybrunch @blind-the-winds @uninspired-platypuss @little-peril-stories @loopyhoopywrites @its-on-site @aalinaaaaaa @randomlettrrsqqssfxwcvhxnqbwriro @thepeculiarbird + anyone else

(y'all don't have to do all of these - pick one. Honestly you can do all of them but like...only if you really want to)

Version 1

Last Song - Driving the Last Spike (Genesis)

Currently Watching - Star Trek Voyager in my trek marathon, still have a little bit of Phineas and Ferb to rewatch, MythBusters, Whose Line is it Anyway, The Bad Batch as it comes out, and I keep forgetting the last bit of Hamster and Gretel is on D+ rip

Three Ships - uhhh the least controversial I feel will be Robin/Starfire (Teen Titans), Kirk/Spock (Star Trek), and Dakota/Cavendish (Milo Murphy's Law)

Favorite color - T E A L 🩵💚 it slaps. Btw this: 🩵 is not teal but it's the emoji that pops up when I type teal wtf teal is GREENER that's like cyan which also has the same emoji I'm sick of people calling light blue teal

Currently reading - beta reading Whispers by @magic-is-something-we-create and making my way through Purple Hyacinth on Webtoon

Currently consuming - uh just woke up will have my coffee in a bit

Place of birth - Earth

Currently location - pretty sure it's Earth

Last movie - True Lies (first time watching)

Version 2

Are you named after anyone? No my mom was sick of the family name she was given so revolted against peer pressure.

When was the last time you cried? Uhh couple days ago got caught in traffic due to an accident and went a separate way only to find myself on the feeder road with more traffic from another accident so I had to pull into a Jaguar parking lot before I got full a panic attack

Do you have kids? No please dear God. Future students are my kids.

What sport do you/have you played? Soccer when I was like in kindergarten.

Do you sarcasm? See next answer

What's the first thing you notice about someone? That they exist

Eye color? Brown

Scary movie or happy ending? These aren't opposites?? Scary movies have happy endings! So happy endings.

Any talents? Uh, writing, I guess. Media analysis. I can read fast. I'm Gen Z and can write in cursive. I kick ass at the puzzle match mini game on Wii Party.

Where were you born? *Double checks* yeah still Earth

Hobbies? Writing, reading, watching TV, scrolling through Tumblr, media analysis, watching YouTube, daydreaming, listening to music, useless data analysis

Any pets? Two cats

Height? 5'4

Favorite subject? ELAR (reading/writing) that's why I want to teach it

Dream job? See above

Version 3

Currently reading - answered this above

Last song - I'm doing this on a different day (sorry) and now it's Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Queen)

Currently watching - said above

Current fic - uh I'm just reading the stuff I already said

Current hyperfixation - brain recently has been toggling between Phineas and Ferb, Teen Titans (2003), Avatar The Last Airbender, Megamind, and my WIP The Secret Portal so uh pick one

Favorite color - T E A L

Sweet/spicy/savory - I guess savory but yeah depends on mood

Relationship status - happily dating ❤️

Last thing I Googled - Ming-Na Wen (wanted to know her age. She's 60)

Song stuck in my head - currently Somebody To Love (Queen - was listening to the greatest hits)

Favorite food - my dad's food, specifically his Cincinnati chili and his cake

Dream trip - New Zealand or Tokyo

Version 4

(highlight what describes you)

APPEARANCE

Dark hair* // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don't often smile// I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

*up for debate

ACTIVITIES/INTERESTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami* // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

*with instructions and not well

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year// I have a crush* // I have a friend I've known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend+ // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship^ // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

*does my gf count as a crush? I still act like it lol

+am dating

^i think this is referring to romance but I do have other friends in other states

SEASONS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise* // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

*I think once could be making that up

Take your bets if I'm an outdoorsy person (nope)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of Sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower* // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed+ // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

*quietly

+used to

EDIT: I've decided to add onto this post whenever I get a new get to know me tag, so from here on out this was not in the original post

Version 5

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts (glasses) / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts (I think some of them count?) / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports (was in soccer in kindergarten haha) / I play an instrument (used to, violin) / i know more than one language (I know some ASL but I've forgotten most of it... ) / I can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / I have never dated anyone / I have a best friend that I have known for over five years (Cado, how has it been seven years almost????) / I am an only child

Version 6

Last song: as of answering this, technically I watched Psych so the theme song!

Favorite color: you should know this at this point in the post

Currently watching: Psych like I said, also Star Trek Voyager and a few on the side still (see above)

Sweet/spicy/savory: see Version 3

Current obsession: ...Psych but also my WIPs :)

Last thing I googled: thesaurus because I was doing the @sipofsnips and didn't have the word this morning

Favorite season: they all suck but I'll go with fall

Skill I'd like to learn: I want to draw good

Best advice: "thinking about it counts as working on it" because it's changed my outlook on how much I get done in a day, "progress is progress" for similar reasons but more general, and generally that if you burn yourself out trying to do everything nothing gets done

Woo! This was a LOT holy shit. Hope you know more about me!

Version 7

A scent you love: ooh cookies baking smells wonderful

Something you're looking forward to this week: finals finished yesterday which means more free time for me! I get to catch up on reading and writing!!

Currently reading: beta for Whispers by @magic-is-something-we-create WHICH I CAN FINALLY GET BACK TO WOOOO

Currently playing: not a video game person sorry - but I've been occasionally picking at mobile games like Animal Restaurant

Most recent movie: uh... When did I last watch a movie?? I think it was True Lies?? First time watching. Wasn't expecting it to be as chaotic as it was.

Current show: Star Trek Voyager and Psych! Partially rewatch/first time watching every episode and total rewatch respectively! I've not seen either since middle school so this is super exciting

Favorite season: autumn because it's starting to get cooler and pollen isn't everywhere

Recently learned: took a life in the universe class this semester and learned a lot about life in the universe (obviously) and while I have mixed feelings about the class MAN the content was fascinating

Water intake: currently drinking water like always :) । have to pee

#not writing #get to know me #tag game

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