#I’m gonna fucking projectile vomit

[watchyourbuck]

I accidentally rewatched the shooting scene and how come I didn’t remember Buck PICKING EDDIE UP FROM THE FLOOR AND CARRYING HIM ON HIS SHOULDER??????????? ?????

#I’m unwell guys #I’m screeching #I’m gonna throw up #THROW UP #I mean besides the fact that he CAN carry him like that #which is already 👁️👁️ #IS THE FACT THAT HE DOES SJDKDKS #he picks him up from the floor #I’m gonna fucking projectile vomit #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #911 on abc

[cherryredstars]

First off, I love you.

Second off, I love you A LOT.

Okay so I’m losing my mind over a brain vomit where younger reader’s been harboring and hiding feelings for Miguel for the sake of being appropriate and it’s starting to make her frustrated like “fuck I’m gonna get actually fucking sick and vomit” because how much she’s crushing on him is CRAZY, so reader basically goes up to Miguel like “I can’t take this anymore.” Like reject me so I can move on type of thing. “ Do me a favor, and break my nose or something. Tell me to fucking go away” or something like that. My brain is burning.

Pairing(s): Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader, John Price x civil!reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: For my baby, I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!!

Edited (just for you boo)

| Miguel O'Hara

If you look at him, you will actually throw up.

Like projectile 'make yourself a laughing stock' throw up. It's just the way your body- your stomach- reacts when you see him. It gets twisted, fluttery with a fix of butterflies and disgust. It's down right disgusting, inappropriate at the least. He's almost a decade older than you, yet here you are pining after him as if you're some teenage girl. You feel physically sick when you think about it for too long: throat contracting and your stomach hurting. You aren't sure which of your delusions are the cause of such a horrendous crush, but you promise you'll strangle it when you find out. There is simply no way this could have ever worked out in your favor. It's simply impossible.

Miguel O'Hara would never go for someone like you. Young and naive, haven't even reached the appropriate age to have a mid-life crisis (but you're sure this is the closest fucking thing to it). You know this, hammer it into your thick skull every day before you have to face him. Yet, it all comes crumbling down when you lay eyes on him. It takes less than a second for you to skip after him, a stupid, lovesick look flickering across your face as you help him with whatever he needs. You simply can't stay away, even if you tried. You always fall back into his orbit, gravity pushing you towards him until you're practically glued to him.

You're sure he must find it annoying. Probably relates it to something like babysitting. It's well known Miguel doesn't like to be bothered when he's working. But there you are without fail, sitting around on his platform entertaining yourself by playing with LYLA when you aren't out saving universes. You don't miss the way his eyes flick to you every now and then with some emotion you can't quite place. But if you had to guess, it's probably something close to exasperation.

In all honesty, you're tired of it.

Tired of the false hope you delude yourself into believing after every minor interaction. Tired of trying to justify your affection for the older man. Tired of feeling a bit of resentment towards yourself. You're just... tired. He must sense it when you walk onto the platform, judging by the look he shoots you.

LYLA is muted mid-sentence as he angles his body slightly away from his monitors and towards you, watching as you plop yourself in your usual spot. He waits expectantly for your usual greeting, brows furrowing with confusion when you do nothing but play with the elastic quality of your suit. You haven't even looked at him since you got in.

"Everything alright?" His all so familiar voice asks, making your stomach ache and the urge to punch yourself stronger.

"Yeah," you respond simply, silence lapping over the two of you.

Miguel waits patiently, expecting something more. But, you don't continue. Miguel hesitates for a moment before turning back around. His eyes study the screens once more, his finger hovering over the button to unmute LYLA before you speak up again.

"Can you like... degrade me or something?"

Miguel almost chokes on his spit when he turns around, not expecting you to say...that. You're still playing with your suit and staring at the floor, face painted with frustration. You look up when he doesn't answer, brows furrowed when your eyes meet his shocked face. You quickly divert your attention to his muscular shoulder, not really having the courage to face him head-on.

"Not like the... sexy kind. More like the heart wrenching kind." You clarify, not that it's any better for Miguel.

He turns to full face you this time, arms crossed over his chest as he studies you. The request doesn't really make sense to him. Why would you want him to do that? Is it some universe-exclusive culture he isn't aware of?

"Why?" Miguel asks, trying to recall your past interactions to see if they have something to do with your strange request.

"I dunno, just thought it might make it easier?" You shrug, your eyes flicking to his again and then looking towards the ceiling.

"Make what easier, exactly?"

Miguel isn't a fan of cryptic answers, but he tries to be patient with you. He watches as your face twists, unsure how to word what you're feeling. You let out a heavy sigh eventually, actually meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for once.

"To get over you."

The words cause Miguel to freeze, his body going rigid. You groan, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands and scrubbing ferociously. This is absolutely embarrassing. You wished a random portal would just appear under you, throwing you into another universe and far away from this particular moment in time.

You're so caught up in your embarrassment that you don't realize Miguel is walking over to you until he's crouched down in front of you. He pries your hands gently from your face, giving you the softest smile you have ever seen on him. His thumbs caress your wrists absentmindedly, doing nothing to calm your raging heart. It practically explodes when he leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes are wide and dazed as you look up at him, trying to commit the curve of his mouth to memory.

"Now, why would I want you to do that?"

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| John Price

You aren't exactly sure when it started.

But the moment you realized you liked John, you've started hating yourself. It feels wrong. Almost disrespectful in a way. You aren't particularly sure why, it just does. John Price is a nice man, a good man. A man that could be easily mistaken as your father if someone didn't look close enough. The man you had happened to meet and befriended one day after he had been so kind and gentle with you.

Not the man you should be liking and forcing your feelings on.

You're someone John goes to for comfort, someone he seeks out after coming home from a battlefield. Someone that's supposed to help him distress. The idea of taking advantage of that gently placed trust, of expecting something from John just because he goes to you for help, makes you want to throw up until you're nothing but a useless husk. It's shameful, eating you up on the inside until you feel like your organs are on the verge of failure.

So your solution: Avoid Johnathan Price like the plague.

Does it hurt seeing his texts flash across your phone screen, asking you if you're free throughout the week so he can spend time with you before he deploys again? Hell fucking yes. It makes you feel guilty as hell. But you try to justify it to yourself, reassuring that it's only temporary. That everything will go back to normal once these stupid feelings leave you alone and John Price goes back to being the sweet man you grab lunch with every now and then when he's home so you can catch up.

But of course, your plans never go accordingly.

You startle on your couch when there is a firm knocking on your door, your hands rushing to pause the telly to see if it was just a hallucination. But sure enough, that same steady knocking sounds again. You get up hesitantly, brows furrowed as you try to remember if you ordered take away or something. You peak through the peep-hole, hand planted on the cool wood of the door as you squint.

The alertness in your body dies away when the familiar frame of John greets you, only to tense up again. John Price is at your door. The same John price you've been avoiding for a week. The same exact John fucking Price you're practically in love with. Your hand slides down to the knob, gulping nervously as you unlock it and yank your door open.

John is standing there with his hand raised again to knock, decked out in his military gear. His hands drop to grip the strap of his vest, his mutton chops quivering as his face lifts into his soft smile. You blink up at him, feeling the knob warm under your hand and your heart slamming against your chest. Why did he have to be so handsome, goddamnit?

You step out of the doorway, silently inviting him inside. He accepts it, stepping in and examining the area out of habit. You close the door quietly after him, turning to face him as he turns to face you.

"Missed ya, love? Been busy lately?" He asks in that comfortingly rough voice of his.

You don't trust yourself to not choke on your words, scared he'll see through your lies. Instead you nod, letting out a weak hum that he returns in a more confident note. Your eyes drop down to his military gear, a frown slipping onto your face. Is he being deployed again?

As if sensing the underlying question, John's hands let go of his military vest and he stuffs them into the pockets of his tactical pants.

"Heading out tonight, just wanted to say goodbye before I go since I didn't get to see you this time around."

You feel a stab to your chest at his words, resisting the urge to lift your hand and smooth the pain.

"John..." You start hesitantly, your mouth going dry when he hums again. "Can you tell me you hate me? Or... or that you think I'm stupid or something?"

John tilts his head in confusion, brows furrowing as his lips thin. There is a silent question in your eyes, an aura of demand wafting from him that orders you to explain further. Your hand comes to rub your arm, socked heel digging into your ankle as you debate how much to tell him.

"It's just... I like you and I don't..." You sigh in frustration, turning your head away to glare at the wall. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to take advantage of how nice you've been to me or that I expect you to reciprocate how I feel."

It's quiet for a moment before John's chuckling fills the room. Your head turns away from the wall, meeting the sparkling amusement in John's eyes as he looks at you. There is a fondness there that makes your knees feel weak, your breath getting trapped in your lungs. John takes steady, reassured steps towards you, stopping when he's centimeters away. Your heart is practically lurching in your chest as you look up at him, watching as he slowly takes off his boonie hat.

Your eyes are wide as he places it over your head, chuckling when it slips down over your face before he readjusts it. He admires the sight for a second before he leans down, his facial hair tickling your cheeks as his lips press against the corner of your mouth. Your heart officially stops, your body dangerously close to swaying as he pulls away. You're in a daze as he pinches your cheek lightly, trying to call your attention away from the sparks lingering across your skin.

"We'll take about this when I get back, silly girl." He rumbles, his heavy paw landing on the top of his hat before he slips past you, closing and locking the door behind him as he disappears out of your flat. You're left in a daze as your shaky hands reach up and grasp the rim of his hat, the smell of him instantly invading your senses.

And when John reaches base and the lads pester him about where his usual hat is, he just shakes his head and replies that he left it at home for safe keeping.

#cherry's requests🍒 #cherry's specials!🍒 #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel o hara x you #cod john price #john price #captain john price #john price cod #john price x reader #captain john price x reader

[setablaze11]

JJ is so well written i want to both sob my eyes eyes out and projectile vomit every time his trauma is even remotely shown. Episode 5 the car scene? Screaming, crying, banging my head against the wall. Him mumbling “don’t listen” to himself when those men were beating up Lana. HELP. The whole jacuzzi thing? If i’d been there i would’ve quite literally gouged my own eyes out from sheer fucking sadness and frustration. Him coming back from poguelandia to nothing but an eviction note plastered on his front door while eveyone else’s family is waiting for them. Sobbing, fighting for my life. Him obviously having panic attacks even though no one notices, hand clutched to his chest as everyone just keeps talking obliviously. Jesus fucking Christ if i’d been there i would constantly be following him around screaming “IT’S OKAY BABY. I’M GONNA MURDER THEM ALL”. What frustrates me even further is the fact no one is there to comfort him and help him deal with the trauma, instead just leaving JJ to go of somewhere alone to blow off steam. I WOULD’VE BEEN THERE!!!! Say it with me- I WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!!!!

#outer banks #chatting ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ #obx #jj maybank #jj obx #jj outer banks

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

hey, yall like t4t lesbian steddie? how about transfem eddie beefing coming out to her girlfriend Real Hard?

also on ao3 here

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Eddie has never been able to control her mouth. Honestly sometimes she wonders if she has some kind of medical condition that makes her incapable of saying normal things at the appropriate time. 

And this is a real problem when trying to figure out how to tell her girlfriend that she might kinda wanna be a girl too maybe. Because instead of sitting the love of her life down and calmly explaining that she’s been doing some thinking and might want to experiment with her gender more, Eddie just holds it all in until she projectile vomits the information at the worst possible time.

They’re snuggled in bed, hazy in post-coital bliss, Stevie burying her face in Eddie’s neck and nuzzling in with her nose like a kitten looking for milk. It’s adorable. Eddie half expects her to start making biscuits on her stomach.

And so when Stevie sighs contentedly, hums a little, “My boy,” with so much love in her voice Eddie kind of wants to cry, she’s not ready for the wave of wrongness that crashes over her, smashing the cozy, contented vibe in the room like it’s an actual tidal wave ripping the trailer to shreds.

So she does what she always does. Fucks it up.

“No I’m not,” she says, voice choked with panic.

Stevie stiffens against her. “What?” she asks.

“I’m not your boy,” Eddie says. “It’s not- I-”

Stevie draws away from her, and Eddie already misses the warmth. She keeps her eyes screwed shut, doesn’t want to see Stevie’s reaction to the information that her boyfriend is actually her girlfriend. And yeah, the logical part of her brain knows that it absolutely is not an issue. Stevie’s a lot of things (beautiful, wonderful, perfect, a teensy bit of a bitch but just enough to keep things interesting-), but she’s not a hypocrite, so the trans thing is obviously fine. And Stevie was well known for making her way through most of the female population of Hawkins High before she came out, so the girl thing is also obviously a non-issue.

But. That mean little voice in the back of Eddie’s head. The one that listened carefully to every bad thing anyone ever said about her- freak, monster, trash- and quietly stored them away just to take them out again when she’s alone at night. That voice is real loud right now. 

It tells her she’s imagining things, that she’s just looking for another way to be different. That Stevie will just think she’s trying to copy her, and worse than that, she’s copying her badly. It whispers that sure, Stevie liked her as a guy, thought she was attractive then, but she’s probably going to be so ugly as a girl that any attraction Stevie’s managed to muster for her weird lanky man-body is gonna just shrivel up and die. And she doesn’t even really like girly things, which she knows because she dressed up as Frank N Furter that one time they all went to see Rocky Horror, and the makeup had felt gross on her skin and the corset had been too tight and the heels had hurt- and if she’s not gonna commit to femininity what’s even the point of trying to tell people she’s a girl?

Eddie is so lost in her own head that it takes her a second to realise that Stevie has gotten out of bed. Eddie sits up, watching in confusion as her girlfriend flits around the room in search of her clothes. 

“Stevie?” Eddie asks, her voice small. “Wh- what are you doing?”

Stevie sighs, shakes her head a little. “What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie?” Her voice sounds watery, and she won’t look Eddie in the eyes, using her voluminous hair as a shield as she pulls up her jeans with shaking hands.

Eddie’s heart breaks. She doesn’t think she ever expected this, that Stevie would just leave, even on her darkest nights alone. “But- why?”

Stevie finally looks at her then, her face incredulous even as it’s streaked with tears. “Why? Why would I stay, Eddie, if this- what, was it just- just bullshit?” she says, getting more heated as she speaks, hands flying in that way Eddie usually loves because it means her girl is really getting riled up. Now it feels terrible to see, like the final nail in Eddie’s coffin. 

“I can’t believe- fuck- this is the second time I thought- I mean it’s gotta be me at this point, right? Like, fool me once-” Stevie cuts herself off with a sob, before scrubbing her face furiously and looking around the room. “Where the fuck is my jacket???”

“I don’t- what do you mean, second time-”

Stevie scoffs. “I mean, sure, you didn’t actually say the word ‘bullshit’ but that’s- you see how it’s the same right? Like, even if you didn’t- if you didn’t want me anymore, how could you-? You knew about Nancy, Eddie, and you still just-” She scrubs her face again and heads to the door. “You know what, fuck my jacket.”

And Eddie is not the smartest. Her three senior years can attest to this. But she can tell she’s missing something here, because what the hell does Nancy have to do with anything? So Eddie goes over the last couple of minutes, everything Stevie said, everything she said, and- oh. Fuck.

“I forgot the second part of that sentence.” 

She literally cannot believe how stupid she is. Stevie’s already out the bedroom door, and Eddie prays to every god who’s never believed in her that she hasn’t left the trailer entirely, because fuck knows if she has Eddie will probably never see her again. At least not for several months, and even then, only with Robin standing off to the side trying to kill her with her mind.

“Stevie!” She calls, running through the trailer at a speed she frankly didn’t think herself capable of. “Stevie, please wait! I didn’t mean to- I forgot the rest of the sentence!”

Stevie stops at the door of the trailer, turns around with an eyebrow raised in the kind of ‘I’m waiting, make it good’ expression she uses whenever the kids try to explain why they were acting like little shits this time. It’s ruined a bit, by the tears still streaming down her face and the tremble in her disapproving frown, but she’s trying. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I was trying to say- I didn’t even realise how it sounded- I love you so much and I’m sorry I made you doubt that for even a second,” Eddie pleads, her own tears running down her face.

Something in Stevie’s posture seems to soften a little, but her hand stays on the doorknob. “What- what else would you be trying to say there, Eddie?”

“I-” Eddie can’t look at her, so she looks at her own feet. “I’m not your boy, I’m your- I don’t really know. Girl? Something? Uh. If you still want me to be.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Eddie doesn’t look away from her feet.

But then, strong, warm arms wrap around her. A hand gently pushes her head into a neck. A pair of lips press into the top of her head.

“Oh E- baby,” Stevie says, softly. “I love you so much, no matter what. Of course you can be my girl, if you want.”

Eddie nods into Stevie’s neck, holding her so tight she’d be a little worried about hurting her if she wasn’t well aware Stevie was way stronger than she’d ever be. “Yes please,” she says, voice small.

Stevie presses another kiss to the top of Eddie’s head, pulls back to hold her face gently in her hands. “Love you so much, baby. And it’s with love that I have to ask- what the hell is wrong with you.” Eddie snorts, and Stevie smiles like that’s what she was aiming for. “That was the worst coming-out I’ve ever seen. And I’m including the way I came out to Dustin.”

Eddie fully laughs then, and Stevie smiles too. That really had been awful. Dustin had found Stevie’s collection of feminine clothes and underwear and had taken it upon himself to lecture her on how weird it was to keep ‘souvenirs’, until eventually Stevie had been so mortified by the picture he was painting that she had to come out just to get him to shut up. He’d since made up for it by being her staunchest defender (Eddie and Robin notwithstanding), but the whole thing was still painful enough that whenever he was being annoying Stevie could now get him to shut up with just a particularly pointed look.

“I know, it was- I got all up in my head,” Eddie says. She places her hand over Stevie’s, gently turns her head to place an apologetic kiss on her wrist, right against her pulse point. “I really am sorry. I love you.”

“I know. Now, at least. Although I hope you realise I’m gonna be using this against you for like, the rest of our lives. Good luck trying to get me to turn off the ABBA, considering you very briefly broke my heart.”

Eddie groans, just like Stevie wanted her too, but honestly ‘the rest of our lives’ sounds pretty good to her.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #t4t steddie #transfem eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

[brainrot-of-a-thot]

okay guys, word vomit here but — recently I have been getting a ton of messages from y’all saying that my writing makes you feel safe/included/seen/comfy/happy and like — like I’m crying?? like?? omg?? y’all are so fucking sweet and cute and wholesome and pure and I love every single one of you to bits!! I don’t know you personally but sis I fucking see you and I love you.

y’all keep being your sweet, amazing, sexy selves and I’ll do my best to create top notch content that y’all can enjoy.

I just can’t express in words just how much y’all’s support and kind words mean to me. and the fact that I can bring you such amazing, comforting feelings simply by putting words on a post makes me feel honored and whole. you!! babes!!! are!!!! amazing!!!!!

gosh thank you so much!

I’m gonna stop typing now before the word vomit turns projectile —

[sickly-qt]

asking as anon because for some reason it never works when I post with my name, but this is @lisupanddown and I just wanted to say that I was so excited to see you posting. I’m a long time lurker and your stories and OCs - especially Remy - are some of my favorites. I’m a big fan of casual sickies or people who just don’t freak out much when they need to throw up and he’s the master of that. That whole, “hold on, I’m not feeling so great, give me a second to throw up here” vibe. If you ever wanted to write him another fic with that theme, or with him caring for Julien or Mila with the same attitude, I would not object!

Hi Lis! Thanks for the ask :) You get two sickies for the price of one!

Enjoy some carsick Remy and Jules.

~~~

“‘Go on a roadtrip with the family,’ they say. ‘It makes you become a better unit.’ Whoever says that doesn’t have two of the most motionsick people ever in their family.” Mila sighed as Julian retched in the backseat. 

“You might want to stop soon, M.” Remy mumbled from the passenger seat.

“I know, I'm trying to find somewhere to pull off.”

Julian gagged harshly and the sound of liquid hitting plastic spread through the car.

“Just a couple more minutes Jules.” Mila said, glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing Julian curled forward and Leah reaching from her carseat to gently pat his back.

“M, I’m going to be sick. I think it’s best if we stop.” Remy reiterated rather calmly for what he was saying. 

“Do you want me to just pull onto the shoulder? I’m trying to make it to the next rest stop.” Mila was quickly becoming overwhelmed.

Mila pulled into the lot outside of the rest stop and had barely come to a stop before Remy basically ejected himself out of the car and projectile vomited onto the asphalt. 

“Fuck,” Mila mumbled under her breath. She got out and walked over to where Remy was doubled over. He retched again harshly, more vomit pooling at his feet.

“Are you okay?” She asked, rubbing his back.

He spit and cleared his throat, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go check on Jules.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back and bring you some water.” 

Remy nodded and planted his hands on his knees, coughing up more sick as Mila walked away. 

Julian was leaning against the back of his car, one hand braced on his knee and the other holding a water bottle.  

“How are you holding up Jules?” Mila asked, leaning on the car next to him.

Julian shook his head, staring intently at the ground between his feet. Mila assumed he was trying to will his stomach to stay in place. His efforts wouldn’t hold up long before he suddenly folded in half and gagged, bringing up mostly water with little effort.

“Alright, just ride it out.” Mila soothed, rubbing his back as he dry heaved over the pavement. “You can’t have much left in you.”

“I feel like shit. Who’s idea was a 6 hour road trip?” He complained. 

“I know, I’m sorry. We’re only about 30 minutes out and then you can lay in bed and recover for the rest of the night.” Mila continued to rub his back, “Can you make it?”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“We’ll get you another bag before we get back on the road…” She pushed away from the car. “Are there bottles of water still?”

Julian nodded.

“Are you okay if I go and take some water to Remy?”

He nodded again and Mila went into the back of the car to get water, “How are you doing back here Bug?”

“Are Juli and Daddy okay?”

“Yeah they’ll be okay, the car just makes their tummies upset sometimes. Are you feeling okay?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded enthusiastically with a thumbs up.

“Okay, good. I’m going to go check on Daddy and then we’ll be back on our way.”

Remy was sitting on the curb, one hand massaging his temple.

“I got you some water.” Mila said, sitting next to him.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” He took a deep breath and cracked open the bottle. “How’s Jules?”

“Sick, but he’ll be okay. We only have about 25-30 minutes left… How about you? Are you gonna make it?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s not my first rodeo.” He took a sip and paused, waiting to see if it’ll stay down. “This trip is a disaster.”

“Not a complete disaster… the drive? Maybe. But the rest of the trip still has so much potential. Are you ready to get this show back on the road?”

Remy sighed and nodded, “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

#my ocs #my writing #emeto #sickfic #julian #remy

[trulytiredhermit]

I have a wonderful idea. ( i always do, it's the confidence darling. )

Think about this, the reader from the modern world who was a voice actor of one of the Links, one of the Zeldas or any other characters.

Bonus points if the reader's voice is wildly different from the said character that nobody will believe that they are the voice actor of that character until they actually do it.

But then the Yandere Links will ask how they are able to voice them and we'd probably give them an existential crisis if we told them..

"No because it's actually easy to change my voice to [Character], AHEM AHEM.."

*'The reader's voice change to a deep or a more higher pitch

[insert a line on how the character would typically introduce themselves in the actual game/show or how they think that character would introduce themselves]

I said "show" than just game because of Courage.

Of course the Cartoon Link and CDI Link would be there too, their reactions will be hilarious i just know it.

Oh jeez, all the boys would be having existential crises and/or reoccurring trauma depending on who Reader voices.

For example if the Reader voiced any character that members of the chain had been close to that they have a sad past with. Well, hopefully Reader is just nice about it and doesn’t bring it up. (Ahem Navi, Marin, literally ANY of the champions, etc).

However if Reader was one of the Link’s voice actor then I feel like it’d be absolutely hilarious. Reader would say the most outrageous things in their voice and just catch the chain, and the Link, in question off guard.

For example could you just imagine Legend and Reader arguing over something and then Reader just whips out Legend’s voice on him.

Legend: I did NOT say that! I said-

Reader: Oh horseshit! You said, and I quote,-

Reader, clearing their throat, now speaking with Legend’s voice: “The map says we should take the left path, there should be a chest in there somewhere with loot or a key. And because I’m sooooo smart and know everything you should listen to me. Blah blah blah,” And then what happened! The floor starting projectile vomiting tiles at us!

Legend, taken aback: … first of all, how the hell did you just do that and secondly, I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE DAM-

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Or Reader having been Time’s voice actor and so they just use that to scare the rest of the chain or make Time laugh.

Like idk if y’all have heard the parody of Fly Me To The Moon, but Reader would DEFINITELY take advantage of Time’s voice to sing that parody.

Time, quietly cleaning his armor:…

Reader, coming from out of nowhere: Hey Time wanna hear a song from my people?

Time, sensing something’s wrong already: Oh, no that’s quite fine [Nam-

Reader: Great! Here is Fuck the Moon!

Time, fighting a grin off his face now listening intently: … you have my attention.

Reader, singing in Time’s voice:

Fly me to the moon.

And let me kick it’s fucking ass.

Let me show it what I learned in my moon jujitsu class

In other words

Catch these hands

In other words

Coward, fight me

Fill my heartless void

And let me see you explode

You are all I ever hated

So please just gooo!

In other words…

Fuck the mooooooooon

In other words..

I hate you!

Reader, out breath: so what’d you think?

Time, discreetly wiping a tear from his eye: Beautiful, absolutely perfect. I’m not even gonna question the voice thing right now.

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Or like Wild and Wind are getting up to shenanigans and then they just hear Time’s disappointed voice from behind them like:

Wild and Wind getting up to stuff they shouldn’t:

Time’s voice sounding from behind them: And just what do you boys think you’re doing.

Wild and wind: !!!!!

They turn around only to see Reader holding back a grin and struggling to not break their composure.

Wild: Oh goddesses, I thought I was going to die a second time.

Wind: You’re telling me! That was worse then when Grandma and Aryll got mad at me.

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Time of course knows about Reader using his voice to prank the others and is all for it. That man is a prankster through and through and he is living for the chain being on edge not knowing if it’ll be him or Reader they encounter.

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Sad to say I’m not too familiar with the cringe Links but I know for fact that Reader would interrupt one of them with the “Well, excuuuuuuuuuse me Link!” And the Link in turn would just stare in betrayal and awe.

It’d turn into the Spider-Man’s pointing at each meme. Bonus points if Reader dresses up as them when they do it.

Also love the confidence darling, keep it up. 😂

#chromonomatic #linked universe #trulytiredhermit #linked universe x reader #yandere lu x reader #Sorry I’m just getting to these asks now #I’ve been playing BOTW with my little sibling

[noellie-writes217]

Unemployed and Uneducated

Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own

Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative

“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.

The same few thoughts flood his brain:

* I’m pathetic

* I can’t do this much longer

* I can’t do anything

* I need help

- Who the hell could I ask?

- I’m fucking alone!

- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?

* I am so fucked in the head

- Lost everyone

1. First my parents

2. Ben

3. Tony

4. May

5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life

Man this shit is gonna give me a complex

* I am so depressed

- I should get medication

- I can’t afford medication

- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency

* And I’m back to being pathetic

“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.

Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.

“So where did you graduate?”

“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”

Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”

Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.

“So tell me about what you like to do.”

‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.

“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”

———

Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.

Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.

‘Nothing will ever be the same.’

Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.

And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.

“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.

“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.

“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”

It’s Happy.

Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.

“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.

“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.

Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.

“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.

“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”

Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.

— — —

“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”

Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.

“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”

“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.

Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.

“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.

“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.

“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.

Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”

“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.

“What?”

“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”

“Stormy’s Autobody.”

#tom holland smut #peter parker angst #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #spiderman x black cat #spiderman #tasm spiderman #black cat #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #peter parker #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 2)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, drinking, mentions sex

synopsis ➩ Y/n finds a place to stay.

word count ➩ 700

Not knowing what else to do on a Friday night, you go to your favorite frat house. Your head replays the events of tonight over and over on your walk. You’re so distracted you almost walk right past the party. You make your way inside. Luckily, you carry your own flask, and you quickly down the whole thing. If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s unhealthy coping. 

It doesn’t take long before you feel the comforting hands you’ve grown to love come around your waist. Steve Rogers is the sweetest guy you’ve met. He transferred to your university sophomore year to play football. He’s the perfect guy, tall, handsome, sensitive, and genuine. Since he is on the football team, he doesn’t even drink. Every girl on campus adores Steve, but he only wants you. It’s pretty amazing being the luckiest person on campus. You melt in his arms, finally getting a sense of relief. Tonight, Steve is all you need.

“Steveee!” You draw out, not really noticing how drunk you were until this moment. 

“Y/n.” He mocks your tone. You lightly slap his bicep, and he lets out the cutest giggles. You truly don’t deserve him. He’s far too pure. But he sees you, truly sees you, and he still hasn’t ran away. So you don’t either, even though he scares you shitless. His voice is comforting like no other, his presence is a gift, and his patience never runs out when it comes to you. “What’s wrong?” He always knows when something is off. 

“I fucked up, and then I got kicked out of my house.”

“Do you need a place to stay?

“No, I’m fine.”

“Where are you sleeping?”

“Ummm, I don’t know.”

“Y/n, you’re going to stay with me tonight. I am not going to leave you alone with nowhere to go. How about we go now?”

“Okay,” you concede, knowing deep down that he doesn’t see you as a burden, even though you always feel like one. You hold hands, leaving the party barely five minutes after you got there. Hey, at least you have a temporary home. 

“So, what’d you do to get kicked out?”

“I kissed Jane’s crush, twice.”

“Oh my god, you kissed Thor?”

“Yeah, I’m not proud of it, but like it’s really hard for me to resist when I’m drunk.”

“Y/n, it’ll all be okay. Maybe for now stop kissing people you’re not supposed to.” You laugh, the absurdity of this situation hitting you all at once. You’re going home with the guy you’ve wanted to sleep with for months, but only to sleep. This is not how you wanted your night to go at all. “I’m sorry, it’s just,” you blurt out, still giggling, “I’m about to go to your place, and we’re not even gonna have sex.”

“Think of it as a fresh start. Maybe this time you’ll get with a good guy.”

“You mean like you?”

“And we’re here.”

“Answer the question Steve.” No response as you walk into the building or up the stairs. You already know the answer though. 

“Hey, Buck, I’m home.” As if the night couldn’t get any worse, you’re ex comes and greets you at the door. You wanna projectile vomit all over the smug prick.

“I see you have company, you gettin’ lucky tonight, Rogers?” You roll your eyes, hoping maybe they’ll get stuck, and you won’t ever have to look at your enemy ever again. 

“Y/n, this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/n.” 

“Oh, James and I know each other.” Steve almost seem shocked at the use of the brunette’s real name. But he ends up dropping it.

“Well then you won’t mind if she stays with us.” Bucky looks between the two of you, looking for any sign of a joke, but he comes up empty. 

“Goodnight, lovebirds.”

“Night Buck.” And those are the last words spoken between you before everyone was off to bed.

Being in the arms of Steve Rogers is incredible, it’s warm and inviting. In no time at all, you are feeling the sweet embrace of slumber.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #college au #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #love triangle #angst #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut

[soildmud]

reading inky mystery

good morning y’all, it is currently 3AM right now and i have developed some very strong opinions about inky mystery that i need to projectile vomit onto the internet. this is gonna be like a book review so i have some disclaimers/warnings:

#1: this “review” is not intended for the author, TAP, or anyone directly involved with the writing of IM. this is readers-only!

#3: i will most likely say very few positive things about the fic so if you don’t want to see negative remarks about your fav fic/story, maybe don’t read this. and also if you can’t handle strong language.

#4: i have not read all of IM, and there is a reason why. i will explain later on but i don’t need anyone to try and avoid spoilers. i don’t care for this fic enough to worry about that. talk to your heart’s content, i want to hear what y’all have to say!!!!

#5: i still enjoy inky mystery and its concepts and the overall story ideas. i think it’s fun and a cool spin on the original qftim au (an au that had so much potential and such shitty execution) and love how the fic has created an entire community around it! don’t get this twisted, i got nothing against IM or TAP.

now i’m gonna put the “review” (more like a rant) under a cut so as to not take up space on people’s dashes more than i already have lol—have fun!!

with such an interesting and promising premise, inky mystery has so far been a frustrating disappointment. i started reading it a while ago (had to stop because of school) and picked up again last night, hoping to get further into the fic and reach the parts that seem to be much more compelling than the exposition. i’m only on chapter 20 and already want to just stop reading it altogether. the more i progress through this the more i think to myself, “is this fic even worth reading 2.5 million words and 335 chapters?” as i’ve come to the beginning of chapter 21, i’m starting to think it most definitely is not.

obviously the biggest criticism is the length. there is absolutely no reason for why this fic is like 3 times longer than the fucking BIBLE. twelve “books” for what? to leave us in the same spot of the plot for the fifth time in a row when the conflict could have been resolved in almost half a chapter? the over-explanation of everything and the placement of practically useless dialogue is excruciating. i don’t understand how having chapter long bits of the warner shenanigans was necessary; i get it was meant for comedy but i don’t think they should dragged any longer than like a paragraph. their dialogue gets old incredibly fast, and it’s just a hinder to the fic’s flow. and before anyone says anything—I HAVE WATCHED ANIMANIACS BEFORE. in fact, i used to be obsessed with them and watched every episode until it stopped airing in 2014. i know they’re supposed to be the way they are in the fic but Holy SHIT DUDE. SHUT THEM THE FUCK UP ALREADY.

listen. i know this was originally written in 2017, but if you’re still updating this into 2024, at this point you need to remake the whole fic and shorten it. the way the author is updating the fic with basically filler makes me feel like they care more about creating content for their readers rather than actually writing a coherent narrative. you don’t need to take down the OG fic but there has got to be a way to shorten it so it doesn’t take literally a week straight to finish the fic in one sitting.

anyways. apart from that, i need to say that the writing style is so juvenile in a way that feels aggravating. i read the most recent chapter to see if anything changed and while it certainly improved in small ways, i feel like TAP still hasn’t learned how to not make sentences like four words long and dialogue sequences that don’t make up half the chapter. i also feel like the narrative is just…holding the readers hand and explaining every little thing like they expect the reader not to have any media literacy at all. i don’t need to know explicitly that boris and bendy are tired from walking for hours, i knew that from your narration mentioning their legs aching and them getting mucky from clambering in the forest.

next, i hate the random inclusion of unnecessary characters. the way the two detectives seem to only show up when it’s convenient and how the warners were used basically like a deus ex machina is frustrating. don’t introduce so many characters with so much detail and then have them show up like twice. i don’t know how to explain this because it’s almost 4AM now and my brain is foggy but god. when those two fox characters were randomly introduced at the end of idk what chapter to have a completely useless conversation with the detectives i felt so annoyed. i don’t know if they have any real significance later on in the story (and i don’t mean that they show up to say hi later) and honestly i cannot be bothered to find out if they do, but if they don’t, that entire section of the chapter was fucking stupid. let your MAIN CHARACTERS learn information from other sources for the love of god.

in the end, i don’t know if i’ll ever finish Inky Mystery, at least not anytime soon. i had fun at the start and now i’m just annoyed and frustrated. also, to the wiki people, PLEASE MAKE CHAPTER SUMMARIES AND SHIT—IT WOULD BE A DREAM FOR THOSE OF US WHO DON’T WANT TO SIT THROUGH 2.5 MILLION WORDS FOR PLOT AND STORY!!!!

also, i am not claiming to be a better writer or have superior knowledge to TAP. i think TAP is good at writing, but has some flaws that really limit their full potential. i myself am an amateur writer with no training or anything, but i am a reader, so that’s why i’m yapping.

ALSO ALSO, i am not doing this to shit on TAP or IM or anyone who likes this story and everything. like i said, i actually like IM and really want to get into it so i can make fanart and everything, but it has been a struggle and i want to voice that because this is my blog and i use it like a virtual diary. i will continue to skim and push through IM, and will most definitely use it as a learning tool for my own au, SITP.

again, this review was made with zero malice in mind. however if anyone wants to say anything i’m 100% open to conversation, and if this reaches TAP’s screen somehow, please know i’m not trying to be a hater!!! i love your ideas and the community you’ve created, promise!!!! i’m done now cus i’m tired and need to sleep so bye to anybody who read through this beast of a post lol plus i don’t have the energy to write all i wanted to say. sorry if there’s any mistakes i’m falling asleep as i write LMAO

bye!!!!!!

#mud.txt #fic review #babitim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #the inky mystery #babqftim #qftim #bendy and boris quest for the ink machine #quest for the ink machine

[thottie777]

college matt.

part 3.

the next morning you woke up to sound of matt and meg slightly bickering as they laid in bed together. you rolled over and slowly opened your eyes, revealing the couple in front of you, his arms wrapped around her affectionately as she was groaning about how hungover she felt.

“matt seriously get the fuck off me” she complained, tearing his arms away from her, “i’m so hot right now and you’re actually making me feel sick, get off, get off, get off” she leapt up from her bed and ran to the en suite, falling to her knees and projectile vomiting into the toilet. matt looked over at you and rolled his eyes, you laughed, shaking your head and grabbing your phone to do your morning scroll.

matt quickly went over to the bathroom and held meg’s hair as she puked her guts up, he stroked her back and shushed her, helping to calm down and relax her. this bitch did not deserve him, he was too kind for his own good. he grabbed meg a water bottle and helped her up off the floor, leading her back to her bed, kissing her forehead. “you can go now” she said as she sipped out of her oversized stanley, still in a mood, he obeyed and packed up his shit to leave, giving you a jokey salute as he closed the door.

half an hour later your phone lit up and you received an unexpected message from matt.

“there’s a party tomorrow evening at alpha phi, 10pm, hope ill see you there, it’s fancy dress” - matt s 11:00am

you contemplated it and guessed it would be good for you to get out every once in a while. before replying you double checked with your best friend that she could come too and she confirmed immediately, you sighed and replied to matt, dreading the idea of having to be at a frat for a whole night.

“see you then” - y/n 11:15am

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the next evening you had the dorm to yourself, you presumed that meg was getting ready at matt’s which gave you the space to pre drink and get dolled up with your bestie. you fumbled around your closet looking for items that would make a costume, landing with a rough lara croft inspired outfit. you tugged on your chunky boots, and pulled up your tiny black shorts so high that your fat ass was falling out of them, hardly covering your cheeks at all. you found a khaki green tank that was small and tight enough that a bra was unnecessary, you’d had it long before your tits grew to dd’s so it automatically pushed them up, making your cleavage clear and your breasts look perky. you finished the costume with a messy plait and a leather thigh garter with a fake gun which you already had previously from a police costume.

before leaving for the party you applied some light makeup and dark, smudgy eyeliner, along with a deep lipstick that made your lips look puffy and kissable. you downed multiple shots of vodka to dull the inevitable pain of the party, losing count of how many went down your throat and finally leaving your dorm.

the second you entered the front door, eyes were on you, most guys eyes trailing from your pretty face, to your perfect tits, and then as you walked by them your ass that was practically suited for a pornstar.

you shuffled into the kitchen, pushing through crowds of people and holding onto your friends hand in order to not lose her. you finally made your way to the kitchen island, finding a full bottle of tequila and sharing it with your bestie, taking shot after shot, salt on one hand, lime slice in the other. you were both giggling and swaying as the lime juice trickled down your chin and alcohol burnt your throat. you looked up and saw matt stood directly in front of you with an unreadable expression on his face. he was dressed as flynn rider and meg dressed as rapunzel, you immediately guessed she got to pick the outfit and had no doubt in your mind you were wrong, he looked good though.

*look at that dripping down her chin fuck i’m gonna get hard god she’s so fucking hot i wish that was my cum* he thought to himself.

he shook his head from those thoughts and leaned in to give you a quick hug, introducing himself to your friend and telling megan to say hi as she stood close by. she flashed a fake smile, and mumbled something in his ear, provoking them to both leave the kitchen as he waved goodbye. you followed suit minutes later but quickly lost your friend, feeling suddenly very claustrophobic in this room full of sweaty men and girls in slutty costumes, not that you could say much.

your eyes scanned around and found a dingy sofa that had a spare seat, you sped forward, desperate for the spinning in your head to die down a bit and sat down on the cracked leather. a guy was sitting next you, he was tall and built and wearing an anakin skywalker costume which was fitting since the resemblance was honestly uncanny, he had a corona in one hand and a vape in the other, he was pretty hot, but you were unsure whether that was you or the alcohol talking.

“here alone?” he asked, resting his hand that held his vape above your shoulder on the couch, “may as well be” you replied, taking a swig from your solo cup. “i’m surprised” a puzzled look grew on your face “no pretty girl like you should be left alone at a party as gross as this” you shrugged your shoulders and looked up at him “are you gonna fix that?” you questioned, a smirk creeping on your face as you took another sip, the confidence this vodka was giving you definitely helped in a situation like this, you hadn’t had action in a long time due to your irritating flatmate who had scared off every guy that had even stepped a foot in your dorm.

you grabbed another drink, this time with male company and he took your hand and dragged you back to the living room to where the speaker was the loudest and where couples were dancing together. you sang along to a song together, once it had finished and the next began you turned around as he placed his hands firmly on your hips, pushing your ass against him and swaying you with the music. his lips began to pepper kisses down the back of your neck, which sober you would’ve been embarrassed by since you were in front of so many people, but drunk you was too fazed to protest so you allowed his mouth to run along your skin, pressing your ass a little harder up against his dick and grinding against it.

if you were even slightly less drunk you would’ve instantly felt matt’s burning gaze on you as he sat on the sofa with meg to his side, jaw clenched, watching you be all over this random guy. meg was whispering in his ear but he wasn’t listening to a word of it, he didn’t care, his eyes remained solely on you and the way you danced with this rando. he watched as you turned your body back round to anakin, wrapping your hands round his neck whilst he held tightly onto your curvy hips, the guy was much taller than you, he was much taller than matt, which angered him more than he’d like to admit. matt continued to stare as you gazed up at the other guy, smiling at him before bringing your lips to his, initiating a heavy make out session, matt’s heart dropped as your hands began to grip at anakin’s hair, bringing him closer, watching as his tongue fought yours for dominance, slipping and sliding around around your mouth. he looked like an awful kisser, he was sloppy and out of rhythm, matt could tell by your face you were not feeling it but the alcohol in your system forced you to ignore it, as you continued to taste him, his hands all over you ass, squeezing roughly, which in front of this crowd left you feeling heavily embarrassed, you were not one for pda you didn’t know what had come over you.

you broke the kiss, stepping back and finally having sensible thoughts rush to your head, “i need the toilet” you shouted into his ear so that he would hear you over the blaring music. you had finally escaped him and managed to walk away quickly, you scanned the room again looking for the hallway for the toilet and settled your eyes briefly on the sofa where matt and meg were sat. matt made intense eye contact with you, a look of fury on his face for some reason. before you had time to look away he had grabbed meg from his side and planted her on his lap so that she was straddling him, only then did he break eye contact with you and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, both hands gripped onto her (flat) ass as he began to rock her back and forth so that she was practically riding him.

you couldn’t look any longer as you felt a dip in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat, you immediately sprinted through the crowds of people to get to the garden and grabbed a plant pot to vomit in, not being able to shake the image of matt and meg out of your head. you didn’t understand why you cared so much, you never had before. he wasn’t yours and he never had been, from the day you had met him he was already exclusively megan’s, but the way she got the privilege to feel his lips against hers and have his hands all over her so publicly made you boil with anger. you had pondered so many times how good it would feel to be his, it was a strange feeling, one you constantly tried to shake away, but never fully managed to, around matt all sensibility of yours crumbled.

the outfits i imagined them wearing⬇️

also i didn’t give the best friend a name cos she’s literally never mentioned again, and i’m not giving anakin a name because it’s funnier that way and i can’t be bothered. 💋💋

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #college #party #frat boy

[contentconsumer]

Hi! Can I request number 28 with Steve buuuuut maybe reader saying it? If not totally fine, thank you!!!!!

heya, here it is! i wrote this in about 30 mins so i do apologise if it's lacking detail or proper scene setting but i just thought it was cute.

if you wanna request a blurb, you can find my prompt list here and send me an ask! gif not mine but the shitty writing is <3

the house was positively shaking as the bass of the music flowed through it. the shaking mixed with the heat from other peoples bodies began to make you feel nauseous, definitely nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol you had drank hours earlier. you were standing with a friend, around the edge of the living room as the wave of sickness came over you, immediately pressing your body back to a standing position to see if that would help, when it didn’t you mumbled a small, “i’m gonna throw up” before fleeing to the upstairs bathroom. once in there with the door locked you produced your stomach’s contents into the toilet bowl. after sitting against the cool tiles you began to feel a lot better. it then dawned on you that you had just projectile vomited into a toilet belonging to a boy you shared a math class with, in your drunken state you couldn’t even remember his name. figures. it was at this realisation you decided you didn’t really want to be at the party anymore, the friends you came with had all wandered off with others and you began to miss your boyfriend steve. you begged him to come to this party tonight but he firmly rejected your offer, opting to instead hang out with robin at his. for the first time in the night you kind of wished you had chosen the same option. despite this, you decided to make the best out of your night, forcing your wobbling legs down the stairs and back to your friend who was waiting for you, holding two red solo cups. 

she waves them in your face before asking, “feeling any better?” “you wouldn’t believe how sometimes a good puke is'' you laugh, “perfect, now lets dance common” your friend pulls you by the wrist into the makeshift dance floor, while you throw out some apologise to the people she’s swinging in to. once situated in the middle of the floor, you began to dance. 

before you knew it, an hour had past as your friend was talking about going back to some boys place, it was at this moment you concluded was the right time to phone steve to pick you up. moving through the house, with a new found excitement, you reach for the landline - dialling the number you had memorised for times like this. “hello?” steve’s voice rings through your ear, silencing any background noise, “heyyyyy steve” “y/n?” he questions, confusion evident in his tone, “everything okay?” the confusion quickly shifts to concern, “yeah all good here but i was wondering if maybe just maybe you could come pick me up? i’m drunk” your words accidentally slur slightly, “i thought y/f/n was dropping you home?” you can hear him start to move around, getting his wallet and keys, “she’s running off with some stranger in approximately 15 minutes so i thought it would be best if i found my own way back” you start to wrap the telephone cord around your finger, “sure no worries, i’ll be there in 10. but y/n?” “yeah?” you hum, “whats the address again?” shit. “one second,” you trail off, eyes desperately looking for your friend, once they land on her you beckon her over, “what?” “where the fuck are we?” “1123 sickamore street, tim’s house” tim. ohh- that’s his name. “did you catch that?” you bring the phone back to your ear, all you can hear is steve’s deep chuckle from the receiver, “yeah i got it. i’ll be there soon” 

you’re waiting outside by the time steve’s car pulls up, the cold slightly nipping at your cheeks as you slide into the passenger seat, a lazy smile across your face, “drunk huh?” steve teases, “shut up and take me home harrington” you place kiss on his cheek, “no way y/n” steve laughs, “no way what?” you pout, “no way am i dropping you home, obviously drunk-” “i’m not obviously drunk” “you almost fell twice walking from the curb to my car. anyway as i was saying, no way am i dropping you home to your dad who doesn’t really like me when you’re meant to be staying at a friends house and your drunk.”but-” “no buts” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, “you can stay at mine and i’ll drop you home tomorrow. sober.” “but what about your movie night with robin?” “babe it’s 2am, movie night ended 3 hours ago when i dropped her home. look we’re almost here now anyway” you take note of how close you are too steve house before you feels your eyelids start to droop.

steve sighs as the sight of your sleeping figure, after parking his car he goes round to your side and reaches across you to unbuckle your seatbelt, taking you in his arms bridal style he mentally curses his parents for putting his bedroom up so many flights of stairs. upon reaching his room, he quickly gets you changed into your favourite shirt of his and tucks you into bed. he laughs to himself at the fact you didn’t even stir once. he shakes his head before going to lock the front door. once he returns, he slides in next to you and even in your sleep you stretch your arm across his torso, pulling your body into his. his fingers thread through your hair as he looks at you with admiration and mentally makes a promise to himself to remind you of this in the morning. but right now, he feels himself relax in his favourite place - by your side. he may of told you he wasn’t dropping you home due to your insobriety but part of it was actually because he loves laying here, with you tucked into him and his arms protectively around you.

#steve x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things ship #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things masterlist #stranger things imagine #contentconsumer #minx answers #x reader

[crinkled-emotions]

I have a request for Rooster and Daderick please if that's ok. Can I ask for "falls trying to leave the room" and "sickly"?

You got it!! Working through the list this fine afternoon (6pm lmao)  and it's still 40 degrees celsius. I'm literally gonna boil. (that was the day I started it lmao, it’s now a rather comfortable 28 degrees)

I had a RIVETING conversation with a customer today (that day) about a home loan application- do your research folks, don't flub your expenses just because you think we'll give you your loan... and that's general advice, it may be adjusted to your situation (the legal stuff)

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Maverick wasn't expecting Rooster to get up, projectile vomit on to the classroom floor and then pass out in the middle of a lecture.

To be fair, he wasn't expecting anyone to get up, projectile vomit and then pass out in the middle of a lecture.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Roos!"

"Rooster!"

The rest of the team leapt up at lightning speed, Bob the closest to Rooster and he managed to save him from landing in the puddle.

"Bradley, you with us?" Maverick called as he knelt by his godson, brushing a hand through his hair and checking for any injuries he'd hidden (it wouldn't be the first time. Like father like godson and all that).

He didn't respond. Maverick's brows furrowed and he pointed in the general direction of Fanboy.

"Go and get medical and Cyclone. Now!"

Then he glanced up at Payback.

"Grab a bottle of water for me, kid."

"Yes sir," Payback said and Bob followed him out of the classroom. Phoenix cupped Rooster's neck, feeling for any swelling. When she didn't feel anything she stepped back, yanking at Jake's jacket.

"Jesus, Tashie, you want me to take it off that bad? Just as- ow!"

She bundled up the jacket and tucked it under Rooster's head, looking to Maverick for the next step.

"And now we wait," Maverick huffed in response, sitting flat on his ass instead of the crouch he'd initially been in.

-

Less than thirty seconds later Rooster stirred, body jolting upright in alarm but Maverick stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Steady there, kid. Jeez, are you alright? What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t- I dunno, I just... god, that’s so embarrassing... I just felt hot, and then nauseous... did I pass out?”

“Rooster, meet the floor,” Hangman said dryly from where he was remaining behind Coyote on the off chance Rooster was contagious. 

“Fuck off Bagman,” Bob snapped, looking over Rooster worriedly.

“Does anything hurt?” He asked. Rooster took a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“Uh, no, nothing... nothing hurts.”

“Alright, let’s give him some space, guys,” the medic called as she opened the door. Everyone except Maverick backed up, Payback jogging into the room with the requested water while Fanboy came back shortly after with Cyclone in tow.

“Rooster, what happened?” Cyclone asked, gently pushing through the team to join the medics and Maverick.

“Sir, I’m not sure. I just... felt hot... next thing I knew I was down here.”

“Let me do my job please, sir,” the medic insisted to Cyclone who was very nearly kneeling in whatever had come up. Maverick hesitantly stood, backing away as a sign of trust but Rooster grabbed his ankle.

“Don’t go too far.”

“Oh, I know kid, it’s all good. No hospitals for you... right, doc?”

Maverick glanced at the doctor, sending her a raised eyebrow. She checked Rooster’s heart rate, and then pulled a thermometer from her kit.

“If you don’t have a fever, I would chalk it up to food poisoning. No need for you to spend time in the infirmary, you can sleep it off at home.”

Rooster huffed at the thermometer under his arm, frowning at the doctor.

“Surely the Navy isn’t too cheap to give you one of those thermometers that go on your forehead?”

“Lucky for you, we upgraded from the rectal thermometers last financial year,” the doctor deadpanned, earning snorts of amusement from the Daggers. The thermometer beeped and everyone held their breath while the doctor checked it. When she nodded everyone heaved a sigh of relief but she was moving still.

“Better do a check, I know all about your godfather’s history. Hiding any cuts, bruises or scrapes in strange places I should know about?” She asked as she helped Rooster lift his shirt. Fanboy smacked his hand over Bob’s eyes but Bob whacked him back. When the doctor was satisfied she turned her attention to Maverick and Cyclone.

“I can’t see any indicators of anything serious, nor of a stomach flu. I’d say he ate something, and the sudden need to throw up shot out his balance which made him go down. You’d be surprised what nausea makes grown men do.”

“We’ll take your word for it, doc, thank you.”

“I’d leave him on bed rest for the rest of today, and no flying tomorrow but knowing Rooster’s history, nothing I say matters.”

“If you don’t want him in the air he won’t be in the air,” Maverick said, Cyclone nodding in agreement. The Daggers stared in shock.

“Should we take a photo?” Payback whispered to Fanboy, Phoenix elbowing Hangman.

“Look, Bagman, even Maverick can get along with his superiors! What’s your excuse?”

-

Tucked up in bed, a bucket on the floor beside him, Rooster wasn’t sure what was doing his head in more; his inability to get out of bed, or the fact that he didn’t want to get out of bed. He was known for being on his feet at all times, as the rest of the Daggers were, and time spent in bed meant time he wasn’t in the air, or doing drills, or taking notes-

“How’s it goin’, kid?”

Maverick paused in the doorway, a bottle of water and a tub of something- Rooster hoped to god it wasn’t soup, that would 100% make him hurl again- with a tentative smile on his face. Rooster sighed, sitting up with his arms crossed over his chest.

“God, you throw up in class once and all of a sudden- is that applesauce?”

“-I know soup makes you more nauseous, so I thought- y’know, BRAT diet-”

“-oh my god, Mav, I haven’t had applesauce since I was a kid! Mom only used to buy it-”

“-when you had the stomach flu, especially in the summer because you refused to eat soup,” Maverick smiled, sitting the tub on the nightstand with the water bottle. He passed over a spoon and Rooster reached for the tub, tentatively taking a spoonful just to make sure it wasn’t going to fuck him over completely. When his stomach remained where it was he sighed in relief, eyes falling closed as he tried to get something into his system.

“You always hated soup, Roos, even when your mom tried the whole soup Sunday thing.”

“It’s gross, Mav, the texture, the smell- ugh. It makes me nauseous just to think about it.”

“Alright, no more soup talk. How are you feeling otherwise?”

“Batshit bored, Mav, and it’s only been... what? A couple hours?”

“Thirty minutes, Roo, since I dragged you in here and put you to bed. To be fair, you did nap the first twenty.”

“This is gonna be a really long day,” Rooster sighed, putting the empty applesauce container back on the nightstand. Maverick’s eyes drifted to the TV sitting on the dresser opposite the bed.

“Wanna watch the reruns?” He asked.

Rooster was suddenly very interested.

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #sickfic #hurt/comfort #emeto #but like little emeto #it's its street name

[dxsturbia]

Because you have no idea who I really am I love when you come over

I love you /and/ Papa

I love sewing and reading and tv land episodes of the Addams family and collectors items

and I love your hearing aids

And you /betrayed/ me

I cannot trust my body anymore

I had to learn how to navigate the House in a way that was natural to my body

I’m not on anything

All I can do is figure out a way to use the extra tone the bracing becomes really cumbersome

Neither place I have lived has been anywhere near handicap accessible

Rebecca has expectations where is it is the 4 inch gap between the bathtub and the toilet in which I can carry my little 85 pound body between climb up on my hands which I can no longer do without excruciating pain mind you i’m part of the reason I never recovered Is because by the time I was 14 and checked into the rehab center at Schrieners

I have lost all ability to engage my core which was the strongest part of my body at one point that was blamed on the recession and then when Anissa turned 14 years old and decided fuck this I’m not gonna do this anymore The entire story gets retconned

Instead of stopping outpatient therapy And I remember I requested a female therapist at time into my recovery so that might have played into it a little bit however

You don’t understand The amount of pain I’m in makes me want to kill myself

My body is working so hard that I am projectile vomiting pizza through my nose across the rehab center because you guys will not get me off this machine and I’m telling you that I’m going to be sick

 and then it stops

And you have to step into the role of caregiver again you can’t handle the crying you can’t handle the disassociation You don’t understand it so you throw your hands up in the air and give up

And I can’t help but feel like I would be further along much further along if you would’ve just left me alone And got me a referral for physical therapy without breaking my legs

#love notes to imaginary friends #Rihanna #Spotify

[brainrot-of-a-thot]

I'm curious, how did you get into writing? how long have you been writing for ?

oh nonnie!! you’ve just opened pandora’s box babes I’m gonna have to put a read more cut here —

so, the short of it is that I’ve been writing for actual fandoms for approximately nine years (almost ten), but the first time I ever actually wrote something was when I was ten. this is super cringe but my all time favorite movie is the lion king (I was in a fandom and didn’t even realize it at that time) I was just super obsessed with it, and with all the different characters that were only introduced through side stories (such as kopa, kion, etc) and even at ten I had a ship (kopa/vitani) and I wanted desperately to write for them, so I begged my dad to let me on his computer so I could write.

I opened a word doc and went ham!!

of course, it didn’t really make sense and wasn’t all that cohesive, but I wrote like 10k words on that one document and had my mom read it. that’s the first time I found the joy of witnessing someone enjoy my writing.

now, this carried on with short stories and such, until the day I entered my first official fandom at age 13 — harry potter. I was obsessed with dramione (I now stan fremione lowkey) and when I found that wonderful site ao3 I hit the treasure pot.

I wrote so many stories that never reached others eyes; that was until 2018, when I was super infested with haikyuu brainrot (and I hardcore shipped polyships, such as iwaoikage and bokuakakurotsukki) and I decided to make my writing debut. I created an account on there (I still very infrequently update my fics on there) and dove into the world of omegaverse (don’t judge me I just think it’s super cute >w<) and like, the reception was crazy! Ik it’s not much to brag about but I ended up receiving anywhere between 1,200 kudos to 3,500 kudos on my fics and I was just — speechless.

like, this many people felt something from my writing??

it was insane to me. for me, it wasn’t just the reception. it was the fact that I brought comfort and enjoyment to people. I love that feeling. so much.

for about four years this was the trend. creating fanfiction around ships — and then I found the wonderful world of reader inserts. I fell in love with it instantly. I didn’t think I could ever truly do it, but in august of last year the one piece live action hit netflix and — holy fucking shit. I had actually never watched the anime before then, but after watching the live action I am officially up to the wano arc (got there in about two weeks, I was binging the shit). and then I was so infested with OPLA brainrot that I went ahead and took a shot at reader inserts.

since then, that’s really all I can write. it brings me so much joy to deliver to y’all, to lose myself in a story and just aheitnrjebf. it was a no brainer for me to start writing reader inserts for windbreaker. I don’t regret a thing at all — sometimes it can be a little overwhelming when I see all the messages in my inbox but it’s a good sort of overwhelming. like y’all have made me feel so confident, loved and appreciated.

I’ve said it before, writing is a hobby for me. something that I just find immense joy in. but ever since joining the windbre fandom, it has become so much more to me. like a renewed love. and, honestly, it’s only because of you babes. I wouldn’t be anything without y’all. my blog wouldn’t be anything without y’all. I am only what I am now because of y’all.

I’m sorry for this super long rant I just — god writing is such a passion for me and has been for a long time. I’m just so honored to have all of y’all babes. Imma shut up before I projectile word vomit on y’all—

stay sexy, babes~!!

#q and a #mamaz answers

[starving-darlingg]

todays intake- oct. 5th

breakfast- skipped

lunch- soup & fiber one brownie (270 cal)

dinner: grilled nuggets and a grilled wrap: 840

burned 300 calories at the gym

net: 810

my family got chick fil a after my sisters pregnancy shoot, and i couldn’t get out of eating so i just got healthy stuff. but i’m pretty sure my preworkout is fucking making me sick bc i’ve thrown up the past few times i’ve used it. cause when i took it today i started to feel dizzy and nauseous and i REFUSE to throw up in public places so i made my dad pull over to a parking lot so i could projectile vomit. at least it burned calories lmao. but after i got home i took a five hour nap and woke up hungry as fuck and i didn’t want rice cause i’ve been having that for awhile. so i went w grilled nuggets and a grilled wrap which were so good btw. tomorrows my rest day from the gym, so i’m gonna restrict a lot more.

anyways, i hope everyone had a good day 🖤

#not pro just using tags #4n4r3x1c #anareksia #miaa #only pro for me #4na tw #anarexik #ed thoughts #mia #not pr0 4n4 #pro miaa #thin #thinspo #tw eating mention #anarecya #tw 4n4 #just ed things #not pr0 mia #tw eating stuff #tw ed in the tags #edthings #edblrr