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muserepeats · 1 year

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An unintended consequence of writing this (altogether fun and heartfelt) Y2K era fic is confronting the shameful reality that, yes, in 1999, I owned a Limp Bizkit CD.

Gonna go cry in the shower now.

#under no circumstances will lyrics from nookie be used as a chapter title #it was the 90s things were different!#my secret shame #fexi #no one in this fic would have been a limp bizkit fan #promise

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beaxtrice-newme · 2 years

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For the get to know the blogger! Do you have any Poe Dameron thoughts you would like to share?

Hiii! ✨

So Poe Dameron aaah he's perfect, my beloved. I just love him. I love everything about him, but especially i love his friendship with bb8 it's so genuine and makes me cry 'cause I want a droid as a friend tooo😭.

Also all his outfits are on point *chef's kiss*

My fav are:

(Look at him! 😍)

And then him with Finn!! omg they should have been endgame!! dammit mouse!

#Thank youuu for the question <3 #my secret shame #poe dameron #beaxask #Oooh look a Chrissie's gif and it's a hug what a coincidence 🤣🤣#tag game

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mandsleanan · 1 year

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The worst Horse Dream I ever had was just me shopping for my next gelding, but for some fucking reason there were none for sale anymore. Just mares. Horses were now a unisex species like the Amazon molly, idk.

And every mare I tried was great. Every one was at least as good as Maggie. (My No Mares exception) I ended up buying two of them. Like someone who only rides mares, like some....mare-exclusive equestrian.

And as my dream faded out, I had a terrible revelation:

“Maybe....I do like mares.”

#My secret shame #Horseblr #Equestrian #Team gelding for life #It's okay #It was just a dream #No more pizza before bed #Equestrian problems

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nowritingonthewall · 1 year

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ALL THE HUGS FOR YOU

You are the sweetest 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This just made me smile so much, thank you so much, Fen 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

And all the hugs in the galaxy for you 💞💞💞💞💞

#chrissie answers #my secret shame

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mockiery · 2 years

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Hi! Just me being an Absolute Pain, but do you have a tag list for your fics? If so, could I be added? (I am an absolute hermit gremlin who misses things all the time.)

No ur all good!!! i need to actually make one, i've had a couple ppl ask, so i'm adding u to the top of it rn!!!

#if anyone wants to be on my tag list just lmk #reply or dm me whichever u prefer <3 #(still not used to ppl being interested in my writing lol thank y'all sm)#asks answered #my secret shame

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h0e-y · 2 years

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C, M, R

C- crush? I honestly wonder when I need to seek help for this dumbass crush I’ve had for like 3 years that won’t go away

M- middle name? I actually don’t have one 🫣

R- reason to smile? Luke Combs is coming to Aus and I’m a sucker for country music

#my secret shame #country music

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screechthemighty · 2 years

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✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

Thank you!!!!

#your moon knight text post edits are super funny btw I love them #asks #my secret shame

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year

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I have a request if you're taking any. A Jake Lockley x fem!reader. The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Ahhh, this one got away from me a bit. (And did a bit of it's own thing) I went in to write some angst with Jake and just ended up writing soft!Jake (again, because I can't help myself.) I hope this is okay!

Embrace

Jake Lockley X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Overuse of railroad sentences, typos, hurt/comfort, previous Jake & reader not getting along, sick!reader, fluff, implied Steven x reader and Marc x reader, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1789

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He can’t stop playing it over and over again in his mind. The image looping in a relentless merry-go-round.

A light touch. His gloved fingertips barely skimming your skin as he tapped you on the arm. A gentle warning that he-they were back.

You’d had your headphones on as you did the washing up, miming along a song whose beat bled out into the air around you.

It was like you had known it was him on some subconscious level even before he reached you.

Your reaction was etched into his skin, carved behind his eyelids. The flinch. The instinctive movement away from him. It was like a knife hacking the flesh away from his chest.

You had looked at him as you paused your music. Your eyes a little wide and weary before you gave him a small smile. “Am I in the way?”

The air had stuck in his throat, crushing him under the weight of his breath.

Jake didn’t trust his voice, not in that moment. He swallowed and shook his head.

You nodded, looking at his hands instead of his face and went back to the washing up. You didn’t turn your music back on.

It had been his fault. Jake knew that. He had been more than distant, cold, purposely keeping you further than an arm’s length and trying to drag Marc and Steven away from you as well.

You had been a stranger. A danger. A variable that he couldn’t keep a constant eye on.

There was a small mix up, some bad intel when Jake went out of his way to check on your background - just in case - by the time he realised that he had been working on the wrong information the damage was done.

Jake watched in the background as Steven travelled home, keeping quiet as Marc and Steven talked. They had taken to wearing large over the ear headphones so that they could speak freely in public and look like they were just on the phone. Not that anyone in London would even notice if they were talking to themselves or not.

He had stayed quiet as Steven showered and got changed, as Marc hoovered and then washed the leftover morning dishes.

He didn’t even interject in the discussion of what to make for dinner, which was quickly becoming a squabble.

It was only interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and you shuffling into the flat.

But your doorsteps, they sounded… wrong. Too heavy and laboured, missing the normal bounce to your step.

Marc was about to call out a greeting when Jake pushed to the front, cutting off his words before he had even opened his mouth.

‘Jake!’ Marc’s voice was loud, but fading as he fell back.

As Steven spoke at the exact same time. ‘Mate, you can’t just do that-”

“Something’s wrong.” Jake muttered, his muscles tense. He moved towards the front door, keeping his footsteps light and making the minimal amount of possible sound. He stopped when you came into view.

You were slouched on the settee, crumpled up and drawn in on yourself. Your work bag was still on your lap, your coat and shoes on. Eyes shut.

There was a horrible twist in his stomach, a wave of panic that buzzed across every nerve. You were hurt.

He rushed forward, all previous grace forgotten.

You didn’t open your eyes until he put a hand firmly on your shoulder, an action that was worrying enough, “where are you injured?” He frowned deeply, trying to scan you over for any bruising or open wounds.

“What, I’m not,” your voice came out all stuffy. Bunked up and a little garbled as if you’d just been woken from sleep.

Realisation dawned. You were sick, not hurt. He should pull back. He should get Steven or Marc, let them help you. That’s what you would want.

“I’m just a bit,” your eyes were glassy, your reactions a little delayed. You motioned to your head with your hands. “Cotton wool-y.”

Jake put his hand on your forehead, you were burning hot.

He tutted and knelt down on the ground and began to take off your shoes. Quick and precise in his movements.

You frowned. Your mind slowly catching up. “Jake?”

He didn’t pause, didn’t answer. But swallowed when you stiffened slightly.

“You don’t need to do that.” You whispered.

Jake continued, focused on his task, his warm hand on your calf as he eased your foot out of your boot and placed it carefully on the side before he started on the other.

You cleared your throat. “You don’t have to.”

He set your other boot next to the first and slowly stood. His movements were slow, precise, careful to not surprise you. As if you were some wild skittish animal that could be spooked by the smallest thing.

Jake took your work bag from your lap and hung it up on the side, where you liked to keep it. You followed his movements, nerves eating into your stomach. He didn’t have to do this. You were sure he didn’t want to do this. You were nothing more than a burden to him, an annoyance that he had to put up with for Marc and Steven’s sake. You-

“Come on,” he spoke softly, his eyes still downcast as he lent down towards you, gently taking your hands in his to help you to stand. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Jake,” the urge to pull your hands back, away from his touch was so strong, but you let him help you up.

He ignored your words, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, his other hand on your arm as he began to guide you to the bedroom.

“Jake,”

He stared at his feet,his lips pressed together into a tight line. His long, dark eyelashes were almost kissing his skin in his determination not to catch your gaze.

“Jake.” You stopped, forcing Jake to as well. Your voice cracked as you spoke, your throat sore and aching. You swallowed. “I don’t need you to do this.”

He looked at you then.

You were expecting to see relief on his face. A nod. For his hands to leave you so that he could go about his evening without having to carry the burden of caring about you for his alter’s sake.

Instead, his expression made a sharp cut of emotion sink into your chest.

He stared at you with glassy eyes, his mouth slightly parted. He looked crestfallen. He looked heartbroken.

You didn’t know what to do.

There was a long moment before he spoke. “Please.”

You frowned in confusion.

“Please,” he repeated. “Please let me look after you.” “Please don’t,” he glanced down again and screwed up his eyes, clenching his jaw and dropping his arms to his sides. Your skin was cold without his heat.

Slowly, you reached out and took his hand. A light touch as you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his. He squeezed back tightly.

“Please let me look after you.” Jake whispered. “Please.”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand and he lent into it without hesitation, closing his eyes and breathing out heavily. As if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.

“Jake?”

He opened his eyes, a painful vulnerability dancing in them.

“Please look after me.” You whispered.

He smiled, the expression lighting up his whole face in one glorious moment. You’d never seen him smile like that before.

He led you to bed, only leaving so that you could get changed into your pyjamas. He came back, calling out to you at first to check that you had finished changing your clothes, with his arms full. He carefully placed a new box of tissues and a packet of strepsils on your bedside table, along with some paracetamol and a cooling gel pack that was intended for headaches - explaining that it was Steven’s and he didn’t know if it would be helpful.

You beamed at him as you sat up in bed, but didn’t get a chance to thank him as Jake rushed out of the room again, coming back quickly with your favourite mug. Steam wafted out of it.

“It’s ginger,” he said, adding it to the collection on your bedside table, and making sure it sat perfectly in the middle of the coaster. “With some honey, it should help your throat. I can hear that you're a bit croaky.”

The honey touched your heart. There was only one pot of it in the flat, Jake’s vitamin honey that you had never touched. The honey that he refused to share with Marc or Steven, even going to the extent of hiding it. It was one of the few luxuries he allowed himself.

“Jake,” you spoke so softly you were surprised he heard you. “Thank you.”

He fiddled with his hands, another little smile pulling at his lips. “It’s nothing.”

You shook your head, leaning a little to reach out to take his hand. He reacted straight away, moving towards your touch so that you didn’t have to disrupt your comfort. He sat lightly on the very edge of the mattress when you urged him to, taking your hand in his and running your thumb over his skin in a soothing pattern.

Jake watched you, mesmerised. Your touch was for him, he wasn’t watching through Marc or Steven. It was his.

“I’m honoured you know.” You said with a smile. “Letting me have some of your honey.”

A small flush crept along his skin. For a moment he thought about lying, about saying that there was another jar. He swallowed and spoke quietly. “You’re more important than the honey.”

You didn’t know what to say, words wouldn’t form.

Slowly, so carefully as if he was now the easily startled wild animal, you leant forward and wrapped your arms around him. You gave Jake plenty of time to move away, to back off. Instead he rushed towards it, quickly embracing you back and just melting into the hug.

He tucked his head into your neck and breathed out a shaky breath.

You could feel the tension in his arms, the strain running just under his skin as he fought the urge to hold you tighter, to press you closer to every inch of his body.

You shifted backwards, laying down, and pulled him with you, urging him to follow. He clutched you tightly, and moved, shifting only slightly so that he was laying next to you and not on top of you.

He let out the sweetest sigh of content as you coax him to lay his head on your chest and ran your fingers through his hair, still holding you tight.

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Thank you for reading!

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thewiglesswonder · 1 year

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Back when I was first getting into Transformers, I somehow got it in my head that "t-cog" was a fanon term that meant "dick".

So you can imagine my surprise when I watched TFP and M.E.C.H started stealing t-cogs.

#this literally haunts me #like that part where knock out goes ''your t-cog transplant was a success!''#or scream waking up in the middle of the forest going ''MY T-COG'' in absolute horror #this is my secret shame and I'm finally coming clean #wig's words #tf #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #maccadam

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beaxtrice-newme · 2 years

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-boops your nose- send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose. 🖤~booooop~<^_^>

Awww thank youuu!!

Here is a ~boooop~ for you!!

#beaxask #thank you <3333 #my secret shame #You deserve a boop more than me!!!! Take all the boop that I can give you!!!

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charizardstolemynickname · 4 months

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Something something about how Etho wanted to die at home, in comfort, knowing he left his friends and allies in the best place possible, he knew he would die alone without them, but still wanted their comfort so made his way home

And something something about how Scar had to be told by a dead Grian that he won, he was so shocked that him being a villain (again) caused him to win (and become 2nd the first time around). It shocked him so much to realise he was only ever going to be successful when being the villain that he let a normal zombie bring him down to half a heart

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littlestardescendants · 4 months

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You know for a split second my ass was focused on drooling over Minhyeok's Older Brother-

But then like watching his Older Brother ask about MC is:

1. Very F-ing cute

2. Just made me realize how awkward this would be if I was Minhyeok and my BFF was sent to Hell and in life and death situations and I was helping by shipping Bottles of My Cum to them so they could survive.

I mean like how do you even go about explaining that? I'd prolly not be able to make eye contact with my siblings while coming up with a lie and stuff LOL

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #what in hell is bad screenshot #what in hell is bad minhyeok #whb mc #whb minhyeok #He's got a fine ass older brother #But like no I can feel Minhyeok's worry for MC and silent shame #This is one of those 'Go to the grave' secrets to keep from siblings #because if you tell 90% the sibling aint gonna let you forget #Or at least my siblings wouldnt lol

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secret-task-tracker · 5 months

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Session 4

!!Spoilers Below!!

Grian:

"Bait a yellow into believing your task is "Singing everything you say""

Status: Achieved

Joel:

"Say a line/lyric from 'all star' by Smash mouth in 4 different conversations, it can not be the same lyric/line and you must not be called out on it."

Status: Achieved

Scott:

"???"

Status: First task was Rerolled immediately

"@/musicalscientist7148 Figure out someone's task and complete it. You can show them this task once you think you have done it and get them to confirm success."

Status: Achieved

BigB:

"Compliment people whenever you see them take damage"

Status: Achieved

Etho:

"@/chris5522ty Ask someone what they think a good task would be, their response is your task for this session. If they don't give you an idea, you can ask someone else."

Which ended up being from Martyn: "Make up a fake moment and convince three people that its from a past season"

Which then ended up as: "Take one of the memes and convince someone it was your task" (?????? no I don't know either)

Status: "Uuuh Ee- ohh Achieved, I guess" - Martyn

Bdubs:

"You declared yourself incorrectly successful last session, you must re-roll for a hard as punishment."

Status: Rerolled

"Kill the ender dragon"

Status: Achieved

Pearl:

"@/Minijimi25 You are impulseSV's butler for the whole session. Do whatever they say. You have to let them in on this secret, but no one else."

Status: Achieved

Martyn:

""Snitch" on a green name by telling a yellow that they are doing a task that they really aren't. You only succeed if the yellow guesses their task incorrectly."

Status: Achieved

Scar:

"Do the opposite of what people tell you to do."

Status: Failed

Impulse:

"You can't kill anything this session"

Status: Achieved

Tango:

"@hay-the-day Be actively involved in 3 conversations with Mumbo. Mimic all his movements without being called out on it. You fail if someone points it out even once."

Status: Achieved

Cleo:

"@/Goomer82 Leave your book in other peoples bases and get someone to read it, exposing this task. Them reading this will be a success, not fail."

Status: Achieved

Timmy:

"Get at least 2 other players to participate in a minigame. One of them must take damage."

Status: Achieved

Skizz:

"Get a yellow to accuse you of a task. Whatever they say is now your real task. They would have to guess the wording of this book to succeed in exposing the task."

Status: Failed

Gem: