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ballpitwitch · 7 months
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KEANU REEVES ✦ Ride with Norman Reedus
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d3m0nicdream · 5 months
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Pranksters Kiss: Colby Brock
**Colby's prank goes too far. He comes to apologise**
-Fem!Reader/Colby Brock-
tags: Fluff, kissing, touching. nothing too wild.
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You couldn't believe it. You actually lost to Colby in the prank war at the expense of your favorite dress and now you've lost the bet. The chaos erupting through the room of drunk friends is deafening. You roll your eyes and walk out of the apartment, your hair and dress soaked in alcohol and your tears while the image of Colby's giant grin seethes you to the core. Sam frowns and runs after you.
"Y/N! Where are you going?" Sam grabs your arm as you storm off and you spin around to look at him. Tears threaten to fall as you try to compose yourself.
"He went too far. And you're just gonna let that slide?" You yell.
"There were no rules to the prank war, Y/N." Sam sighs.
"Whatever. I see you are just going to take his side." You take your leave, exiting the hall into your own apartment. The minute your door closes, you break down. You slide down to the floor, knees in chest and cry. After a few minutes, you hear your phone going off. It's Sam. You send him to voicemail. He calls again and you send him to voicemail. Eventually you silence your phone and go take a shower. You let the hot water trickle down your body, soothing your frazzled nerves and calming you down slightly. Sam was right. There were no rules to the prank war. Anything went, so of course Colby getting everyone to soak you over the head in buckets of sticky champagne wasn't off the table.
Soon enough your shower comes to an end. You walk out in your towel to pounding on your door, 23 missed calls and 14 texts from Sam. You check the peephole and see Colby's dark hair and without a doubt, you turn your deadbolt to locked. He thinks you unlock the door and tries to open it.
"Come on, Y/N. Let me in." You stay silent and walk away into your bedroom to get dressed. You roll out of the room in shorts and a T-Shirt that Colby gave you a long time ago. The pounding still persistent on your front door. You sigh and open it, cracking just enough to see him in front of you.
"What do you want, Brock?" You mumble through the door. His eyes snap to yours through the crack and he starts to speak.
"Come on. It was just a pra-" The door shuts with a click and you return the deadbolt back into its locking position.
"Y/N. Please. I'm sorry. I... I took it too far. I wasn't thinking. Can I please just... Let me in." You hear the defeat in his voice as he paces the hall in front of the door. You decide to let him in. He hears the locking mechanism move back into place and you open the door and walk away as he rushes in before you change your mind. He grabs your arm and forces you to stop walking.
"Y/N. I really am sorry. Please don't be mad at me." He pulls you into his body, wrapping his arms around you. The smell of his cologne mixed with the alcohol he had been drinking warms you up from the inside.
"It's okay, I guess." You return the favor and wrap your arms around his torso. You feel him place a small kiss on the top of your head and you guys start swaying back and forth as he rests his chin on your head after. You break the hug and his hands run down your arms to grab your hands. He kisses the back of your right hand and smiles at you.
You melt. That small gesture was enough to send you grabbing his face and pulling him to you, pressing your lips against his softly. You bodies pressing together. The minute you think about pulling away, He grabs your face in return and keeps the kiss going, this time a little bit more hungry and needy. You knew he might of been a little drunk so that's about as far as you let the activities go. If he wanted more from you, he'd have to win the next prank war.
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blackfangedreaper · 7 months
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I've been thinking. Should i write on opla luffy? Or just inaki. Or better yet both? Well either way it's pure luffy/inaki brainrot currently.
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dissociativepouter · 2 years
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FAMILY VIDEO. EDDIE MUNSON.
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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: soooo much fluff, eddie being an idiot in love at first sight, swearing, drug mention, slight sibling rivalry, maybe ooc eddie?? i tried my best leave me alone, made eddie a one-time senior because it's easier for my little pea brain to write, i hate reading the word 'y/n' in fics so i don't use it here
synopsis: your job at the local video store is dreadful, made slightly more tolerable by your coworkers, robin and steve, and sometimes a joint or two. but when none of the three are there to accompany you on your closing shift one evening, your only source of entertainment is the frizzy-haired, cigarette-smelling, admittedly-cute guy who walks in with a flyer for his band's gig on satuday, and who also happens to be the captain and founder of your brother's stupid dnd club.
a/n: i've never written anything specifically for the internet before soooo bear with me here. also! i originally posted this with reader as a wheeler, but after getting a few comments letting me know that making reader a wheeler/henderson/harrington etc, i would be excluding readers of color and making it difficult to self-insert in the story. so i made some edits and i really hope this is better!!!
you stood leaning against the counter, mindlessly dropping a slinky between your hands, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.
“yes, ma’am, i understand. i know. but the goonies isn’t available right now, someone took it out.” you begrudgingly explained to the middle aged mom yelling at you over the phone. “i’m sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to wait. okay. okay, have a–”
the mom hung up, and you slammed the phone back onto the receiver. “fuckin’ psycho.” you mumbled, turning back to pay the rest of your attention to the multi-colored plastic slinky, pulling it apart and pushing it back together. you was about to lurch back onto your feet and turn the sign on the door to read ‘closed’ when you heard the godforsaken ring of the bell above said door, signaling that a customer was afoot.
fifteen minutes before closing.
you rolled your eyes and continued playing with the slinky, not making eye contact with whoever walked in while letting them know in your best (weakest) customer service voice, “we close in fifteen minutes, you’re not gonna find anything.”
“not looking for a movie.” assured a voice you hadn’t heard before. you turned your head to see the frizzy-haired, puppy-eyed, leather-jacket-adorned boy stalking up to the counter holding a crumpled paper. you inhaled a breath that you would unintentionally hold for the next few seconds. he seemed to stop or slow in his tracks when you looked at him. he was caught off guard. you didn’t blame him, you’d never met as far as you could remember. he was cute. in an arrogant, smartass, i-wanna-kiss-you-just-so-you-shut-the-fuck-up way.
“um… hi, there.” he greeted awkwardly, taken aback, as he leaned against the other side of the counter. the smell of stale pot and leather wafted your way. he smiled crookedly.
“...hi. can i help you?” you weren’t having any of it.
“yeah, i was wondering if i could get this on the thingy over there?” he handed you the paper across the counter as he nodded towards the general direction of the corkboard on the wall covered in advertisements, his rings clinking against the wood, still smiling. so smug. you put the slinky down and took the paper from his hand, breaking eye contact to skim the text.
“corroded coffin?” you questioned, half-judging him, raising an eyebrow.
“‘s my band.” he smiled a dopey smirk, twisting one of his rings with his finger.
“yeah, i see that.” you nodded, looking back at the paper, taking it with two hands now and leaning back against the counter, then looking back up at him. “i don’t know. you any good?”
“we’re… decent,” he scratched the back of his neck. you laughed. “you like metal?”
you shrugged. “a little.”
“yeah, well, not to brag, but we usually get a crowd of about four old drunk dudes.” he knocked a short beat on the counter, cheeks flushing. you laughed harder.
“impressive!” you joked.
“i know,” he added as he came down from laughing. “i’m try’na get people to come see us, but i don’t think they care that much.” he scrunched his face like he was delivering bad news.
“i can’t say i blame them.”
he clutched his chest dramatically. “how dare you?”
“not my fault!”
“yeah, yeah.” he shook his head, looking around the room for a moment before turning back to you.
“i’ve never seen you around here. you look familiar, though.” he furrowed his brows, scanning your face. you shrugged.
“i don’t go out that often.”
“is that right?” he tilted his head. something about him. he had this charisma, this charm that almost outweighed how so obviously lame he was. like he didn’t know how to flirt in any way whatsoever, but it… worked? “that sucks.” he pouted, bringing a piece of his curly, overgrown hair to his mouth to cover his smile.
you felt your cheeks warm up, looking down at the floor, catching a glimpse of his shirt in the process. hellfire club. that’s your brother’s nerd thing.
you nodded at the shirt. “hey, hellfire club. that’s the thing my brother’s in.”
“oh shit, who’s your brother?” his metaphorical puppy ears perked.
“chris.”
“oh my god, williams?” he smiled, eyes widening, pushing away from the counter by his hands then pulling back in. “you’re his sister?” disbelief twisted his expression.
you nodded, laughing again at his excitement. “yeah, unfortunately.” you could feel the sizzling feeling of frustration dissolve in your chest with every smile he gave.
he clapped before pointing frantically at you, his head lolling to the side, stepping back in realization. “that’s who you look like! i knew i’ve seen that face somewhere. wow, that’s crazy.” he mindlessly stalked a few feet from the counter then came back, resting his forearms back on the wood.
you giggled, shaking your head. “ew, no, i do not look like him.”
“oh, no, you definitely don’t.” he shook his head, smiling. “that kid could never.”
you chewed your cheek, your neck growing hotter. “what’s your name?”
“eddie. munson.” did he really just stutter over his own name?
you gave him your name.
“thought so.” he smiled, dropping his hand back onto the counter.
you kept eye contact for what felt like hours but what was only a few seconds before you broke the silence.
“so you go to hawkins, then?”
“yeah, unfortunately.” he repeated your words.
“senior?”
“yup.” he popped the p, nodding.
“same.”
“that’s weird. i’ve heard a lot about you, but i’ve never seen you.”
“oh? you’ve heard about me?” you tilted your head.
“yeah, the infamous williams sister. he likes to complain about you a lot.”
“of course he does.” you rolled your eyes at the anecdote.
“says you’ve been – his words, by the way, not mine – an ‘absolute heinous bitch’ since your weed dealer left town.” he pulled his mouth into a nervous, bracing expression, pulling his hair back towards his mouth.
“did he actually say that?”
he nodded.
“that fucker. i’m gonna kill him.”
“well, is it true?”
“what, that i’m a heinous bitch?” you raised an eyebrow.
“no!” he laughed. “you’re definitely a little scary, but no. that your dealer left?”
you laughed too, a funny sensation running down your spine at the knowledge that he found you scary.
“yeah, it’s true. why? do you know someone?”
“what makes you think i know someone?” he asked, mock-surprised.
“i know you know someone. because you reek of weed.”
he leaned his head close to his shoulder and inhaled. “shit.” he flushed, dropping his head onto the counter, embarrassed.
you giggled. “did i guess right?”
he smirked devilishly. “yeah, i do. i’ll give you his address if you want.”
you nodded, ripping a piece of paper from the notebook on the counter then grabbing a pen from the cup and handing both to him. “yes, please. i haven’t had a smoke in weeks, it’s been hell.”
“oh, poor you.” he spoke with his eyes to the paper, scribbling an address in almost incomprehensible writing. you rolled your eyes as he slid it back to you tauntingly, finally locking eyes again. those eyes. “go there tomorrow. 6 p.m.”
“got it.” you pushed the paper into your back pocket after reading his almost illegible handwriting. forest hills trailer park, third trailer on the left.
“i gotta say, i did not expect chris’ sister to be so…” he opened his palm in front of him and circled you in the air, looking specifically at your necklaces, your band t-shirt, your jacket. “the way you are.”
“‘the way i am?’ what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned in mock offense, unable to stifle your smile.
“just– i don’t know.” he dropped his hand back on the counter, giving up. “cool. or whatever.”
“cool or whatever.” you raised an eyebrow.
“shut up. you know what i mean.” he dropped his head back down, embarrassed again.
you laughed harder. “no, i don’t think i do.”
he looked up and scanned you again, then covered his face with his hands.
you chuckled, then looked at the clock. 4:58 pm.
“shit. i have to lock up now, we close in, like, two minutes.”
“oh,” he looked disappointed, not mocking this time. “okay.”
“i’ll put this up on the board for you, though?” you looked back at the ad for his concert once more. may 10th.
“yeah, thanks.” he turned away for the door before stopping in his tracks and turning again, snapping his fingers. “hey! do you need a ride home, actually?”
you chuckled at the obvious searching for any excuse to spend just a little bit more time together.
“nah, i’ve got my bike,” you pointed to the parking lot where your dark purple bike was resting on the rack.
he looked over to it, then chewed his cheek, nodding. “oh. alright. well, i’ll see you… i don’t know when i’ll see you, actually.” he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further, searching for something to do with his hands.
“how about i come to your show?” you tried to reassure him that he’d see you again, but it was mostly just reassuring yourself that you’d see him again.
“really?” his eyes brightened.
“yeah, why not?”
“okay. okay, i’ll practice extra hard, then.”
“you better, ‘cause i’m gonna leave early if you sound like shit.”
“challenge accepted.” he raised his eyebrows through his bangs, his rings clinking against the metal of the door handle.
“bye, munson.” you giggled. he’s so dumb, it’s adorable. you couldn’t remember what it was you were so upset about when he first walked in. “hey, by the way, you know the corkboards are public, right? you didn’t need to ask to put your paper on it.”
he flushed harder at the sound of his name in your mouth, turning around with his back to the door, looking you in the eyes one more time. “i know.”
and before you could even be shocked, he was already out the door, hollering, “say hi to chris for me!”
“wow.” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief as you watched him stalk over to his beat-up, dark red 1969 pontiac firebird.
this guy’s gonna be the death of you.
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disaster-theysbian · 9 months
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Fiancée: OK so we need to go to IKEA and pick up the chest of drawers and the kitchen stuff for my brother
Me: BLÅHAJ!!!
So here I am, nearly 30 years old, carrying a giant shark plushie around IKEA. When a senior consultant at the hospital where I work comes around the corner and sees me giggling my tits off like a 5 year old.
That'll be fun on Monday when I have to pretend I'm a serious professional.
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eat-my-shampoo · 2 years
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When someone asks me why I have several bookmarked fanfics about a pixelated man saved in my phone
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sydneycooper · 2 months
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The way Percy managed to go from finding out Gods are real and to actually fighting one in such a short time span is so hilarious
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femninedelusions · 7 months
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Lucy wearing eyeliner on her bottom waterline is killing me (in a good way)
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valkcxn · 1 year
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the EYES, chico. It’s always the ✨eyes✨
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brittanyjewelmiller · 9 months
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“I’m not crazy. Simon Seville is actually really cute. He should have the role of the lead singer too. His voice is so soothing.”
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letters-to-younghyun · 8 months
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help HELP HeLp I just love you too much
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localragingraccoon · 3 months
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When bro messages I get so excited I start masterbating
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kpopco · 2 years
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2/? Underrated Boy Groups
↳ Tempest 🌻 Hanbin
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mochilainey · 1 year
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me patiently waiting for some good atom smasher/ al Rothstein and cyclone/maxine hunkle  from black adam content 
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5t1nky-p1nky · 6 months
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SHES SO
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disaster-theysbian · 7 months
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Because @morningsolitude has specifically requested it, here is the rest of the Useless Lesbian Story of how my partner and I got together.
Quick backstory, we'd been friends for a year or so before having a platonic cuddle at a party. Then we realised our feelings weren't very platonic at all, and proceeded to dance around the issue for the next two months because... well, useless lesbians.
It started with me popping round to use her printer. Then it was popping round for cups of tea. Cooking dinner together. That kind of thing. We had a movie night where we shared our Favourite Stupid Films from our childhood, and it ended with a Very Awkward Handshake (story here )
Anyway, the following night was a Christmas movie night with all of our friends, including her brother and brother-in-law. All of them were getting ready to knock our heads together. Whereas the night before we'd had a sort-of cuddle under a blanket, we were so conscious of people watching us that we were sitting bolt upright and not touching.
Then our phones start pinging. A few of our friends started posting cute animal cuddle gifs in the group chat. We were smoking at the ears by this point. I went to the loo and actually heard her voice from upstairs (she never shouts, ever) calling her brother in law a twat!
She gave me a lift home that night and it was excruciatingly awkward as ever. But we both knew something was there, and we both knew that neither of us were going to be brave enough to say it.
So I decided I didn't have to say anything at all.
That week was Christmas, so I made her a card. A silver elephant wearing a Santa hat on a dark forest green background, bordered with holly and ivy, holding a single sprig of mistletoe in its trunk.
She came round for a cup of tea before giving me a lift to our craft group's Christmas party. I gave her the envelope. And promptly hid behind a cushion as she opened it and read what was inside: "Shall we address the elephant in the room?"
The next thing I knew she gently took the cushion away from me and pulled me into the gentlest, warmest, most comforting hug I'd ever had. I let myself melt in her arms.
I had come to realise, and realised over and over during the first year of our relationship, that I'd never known love before I knew her. Attraction? Yes. Desire? Yes. Infatuation? Yes. Codepedency? Trauma bonding? An innate, unmet need for validation that was preyed upon by multiple people? Yep yep yep.
Before I confessed my feelings to her, I didn't really care if she didn't share them. I just loved being with her. I loved watching her smile and laugh, and infodump about her favourite things. I just wanted to be around her. And the way she made me feel.
She made me feel like I was worthy of care and respect, without me doing anything in particular or saying anything in particular, or liking the same things as her, or looking a certain way. This was something I'd rarely felt, not just with romantic partners but among friends and family. As friends, she never treated me like I was extra special, never said anything cheesy like "you're perfect just the way you are". But I felt special just being around her. Just sitting there having cups of tea or eating dinner, folding laundry, doing normal shit. I'm not the only person who feels this way around her. She is so well loved among our friends because she so quietly, innocuously, makes you feel like you matter, without love-bombing you or putting you on a pedestal. She doesn't even know she's doing it.
She has given me back so much of my faith in humanity, in kindness, in patience, and optimism. She has given me back my own self, that I hid under layers and layers of people-pleasing cultivated by 25 years of toxic environments.
On Valentine's day just gone, I asked her to be my wife.
And she said yes.
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