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chrisevansonly · 5 months
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𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 | 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊
☁︎ oscar piastri x female reader
☁︎ oscar is experiencing thanksgiving with your family for the first time….and boy is it crazy
☁︎ no warnings just fluff and maybe a tad overwhelmed oscar lol
☁︎ i can’t believe october is starting to come to an end, these little fall fics have been making me so happy, i think ill do another one in december too to get ready for christmas 🤭 p.s thanksgiving in canada is beginning of october in contrast to the USA which is end of november in case you’re confused :)
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Thanksgiving was a little chaotic in your family, when everyone gathered together and all sat down for the annual fall meal, only this year it was your boyfriend Oscar’s first time attending it with you. He knew you got your vibrant and extroverted personality from your parents, but now that he looks back on it, he’s pretty sure your entire family played a part in it.
“Oscar when do you and my little sunshine plan on having children hmm?” your grandma asked, causing you to choke on your water
“Nana!”
Oscar laughed patting your back gently to help with your coughing
“I think whenever the time is right, we’re in no rush”
“Well you’re only getting older!”
You shook your head at the old woman’s antics your mother stepping in before you
“Mom, leave these two alone, they’re both still in their early twenties, no babies for them, eat your turkey”
“Never too early to have a baby, such nonsense!”
Leaning over to Oscar you looked at him apologetically
“I’m sorry, she’s very persistent”
He only smiled, kissing your forehead as he squeezed your knee under the table
“I don’t mind at all, it’ll happen someday anyway”
The two of you may have been young but you both knew that you were endgame for each other, there was no one else on earth more perfect for either of you, and everyone was starting to see that.
“So Oscar, i’ve been watching your season, looks pretty good this year”
It was your father’s time to chime in, Oscar nodding as he gave your father 100% of his attention.
“Yes, it’s been going really well, the car feels good this year, so i’m looking forward to finishing the next few races and then having some time off” he replied, a bit hesitantly as he always did with your dad
“That’s good to hear, I’d love to come see a race sometime”
You smiled
“You should come to Las Vegas with us dad! You and mom have been wanting to go back there so why not?”
In hindsight you should have asked Oscar first if he was okay with this, but knowing him, he wouldn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with your family as much as you did with his.
“Oh that’s a great idea honey, i’m sure we can figure something out!”
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, calm conversation and laughter shared between everyone, you could already feel the classic thanksgiving hangover hitting you as you lounged on the couch tucked into Oscar’s side, your eyes heavy and tired.
“NO YOU JUST SLAPPED ME WITH ANOTHER PICK UP UP 4 IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!”
Oscar laughed hearing your little cousins playing uno in the other room as you rolled your eyes. If anyone was the loudest on these holidays it was the kiddos.
“YEAH WELL YOU JUST SUCK AT THE GAME THEN!”
It wasn’t long before your aunt went in there and told them off, quiet chatter resuming after the mini scream fest over the classical card game had ensued. Truth be told you were nervous for Oscar to experience thanksgiving with your family because you weren’t always put together and fancy, you were loud and energetic, your family loved playing games, having treasure hunts and playing games of charades.
You knew deep down it wouldn’t everyone’s cup of tea but Oscar wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d never felt more comfortable and at home like he did with you when you visited your family. It made him feel normal and accepted, he didn’t have to worry about the media, the race track or the constant murmurs going around the paddock.
“How was your first thanksgiving experience love?”
He smiled down at you, his finger tips running up and down your back
“I loved it, really it was so much, I can’t wait to keep experiencing this craziness with you”
“Oscar loves the thanksgiving craziness…never thought i’d say that”
The Aussie laughed leaning down to kiss you
“Well now I get to experience a different craziness from yours everyday”
“Hey!”
You frowned jokingly but he was quick to once again bring his lips to yours, deepening the kiss enough to have your face flush, thankfully your family too enamoured in their own activities to notice your little display of affection.
“I love you and all your craziness darling, it’s what makes you, you.” he stated softly, taking his time to admire you
“I love you more.”
Oscar had all he needed right in front of him, he’d never felt more welcomed and appreciated than he did right now, curled up on the couch at your parents house after a delicious dinner, something he would continue to be apart of for years…and years to come.
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pearynice · 4 months
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hi 🫂 ! i hope this is okay but..
i can’t stop thinking about your 5+1 wayne seeing steve being shellshocked, recognising the soldier in him, on high alert and still trying to protect eddie.
do u think wayne reaches out? gets to go to steve and say ‘try this, it helps, old thing from ‘nam’ and steve has to choke back tears at how caring it is. how respectful and kind it is? scared and delighted by how seen he feels. do u think that happened?
PLEASE ily and I want you to invade my inbox with your beautiful thoughts always!!! I had so many other thoughts/ ideas about Wayne and Steve’s relationship in my fic that just didn’t fit with the structure I had committed to, and this was 100% one of them!! (Which probably just means I have more Wayne POV fics in my future lol)
So Wayne definitely doesn’t know it's actually called PTSD (added to the DSM in 1980) and doesn’t know any true therapeutic techniques, but he’s learned how to manage his own trauma through the years, and no matter how he feels about Steve he knows it’s more important to help this traumatized boy than anything else.
Like I think it starts after Steve comes to the Munsons after the Russians. And of course then Wayne just thinks it’s Steve’s father who’s done this (and Wayne’s never been one to ask questions, and he feels like this is a safe assumption, especially when he realizes this is probably why Steve spends so much time at the trailer and not at his own home). And I think it starts one night that Steve’s over, and Wayne has the night off, and Wayne’s already up because he’s also having trouble sleeping. Like Steve comes out of Eddie’s room and Wayne can tell he’s not all the way there. And Wayne’s father was not a nice man. He knows what it’s like to have a father like that. So at first it’s just them. Sitting in the quiet together so they know they’re not alone. Wayne creating a space for Steve where he feels safe. Where he knows no one’s going to hurt him. And Steve appreciates it *so* much but Wayne is still unreadable to him so he doesn’t know how to show his appreciation, doesn’t really know yet what it means to Wayne.
And then season 4 happens. And Eddie almost dies so unfortunately Eddie now has a lot of the same trauma Steve does, but it’s still different. Steve has always felt like a leader (like Wayne did as a sergeant) so whenever anyone gets hurt Steve feels like it’s his fault. He feels responsible for Max and Eddie’s injuries, despite saving Eddie’s life. And while Eddie’s always had Wayne’s love and support, knows he can lean on him, Steve’s never had that (like with a parental figure- which is just so different and I think so important for both of these boys to have!) so after Eddie tells Wayne they’re together, Wayne finally has a real conversation with Steve that he’s here for him, too. That he knows what it’s like. That Steve can lean on him. 
And Steve almost breaks down right then and there. Because it’s more than his parents have ever even noticed, let alone offered him, and Wayne can tell Steve’s getting emotional, so he tells him that it’s okay. To let it out. That’s it’s only going to hurt him if he keeps it bottled up. And I think that’s the beginning of Wayne really loving Steve, and feeling very fiercely protective of him. Because Wayne’s trust and love is veryyyyyyyy slowly won, but once you have it, it’s there forever.
So Steve learns how to manage his anger/flashbacks/trauma with Wayne’s help (because let's be real here besties it’s the 80s there’s no way any of these bitches are going to therapy- and even if they were what are they going to tell the therapist?? About demons and monsters and alternate dimensions? Not a chance) and it’s so slow and not at all linear, and Wayne can’t always help, but he’s always there for Steve. No matter what. And Steve is /so/ grateful. And he’s growing to love Wayne just as much as Wayne loves him, but again Wayne is just a man of so few words that it’s hard for Steve to understand that Wayne loves him, like he thinks he does but he’s just not *sure* you know?
And then it comes the day when the Harringtons find out Steve and Eddie are together. Not sure how that happens, maybe Wayne never knows/ never asks. But Eddie’s out (maybe at band practice?) when Steve shows up with his meager amount of possessions. And he’s crying. And Wayne knows at once what’s happened. So he ushers Steve inside and he hugs him tight. Tells him he loves him and that he’s welcome here always. That he’s never intruding.
And Steve just breaks down. But he knows Wayne’s there to hold him together, so he feels safe to do so. 
By the time Eddie gets home all of Steve’s stuff is in his room, Wayne’s made his favorite meal, and they’re watching the game. And of course Steve is still emotional. Still devastated. Wants nothing more than his parents’ acceptance. But he also knows that either way, eventually, he’s going to be okay. Because Wayne loves him. And so does Eddie. And the Munsons will always be there for him.
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girl-named-matty · 7 months
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Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons pt.4
HAHA another addition to the mythology HC. I think he’d really like Norse Mythology. It just came to my mind yesterday. 
He really likes runes (another reason why he likes Norse Mythology so much) and he’s taken the ancient runes class in school for a couple years. 
Honestly I don’t think he’d swear much or at all. He seems like the kind of guy to make up swear words or something like that. He probably only swears when he’s really pissed off. This doesn’t mean he won’t get close to letting one slip out though. (And Ominis is a whole different story LOL) 
If he lived in the modern muggle world, he would be FASCINATED by Motorcycles. A- They’re cool. B- They’re super fast and could definitely get him into trouble (💀) 
Also if you were to take this boy on a date to a library, he’d fall in love with you. Like without a doubt he’d probably be proposing by the end of it. 
If he chose to reside in Feldcroft after graduating school, he’d probably move Solomon’s grave. It would be too much of a painful reminder of what he did if he left it there. 
And if he didn’t reside in Feldcroft, he’d definitely not stay in one place for long. He didn’t get the opportunity to travel and explore the world after his parents died. He won’t let strings tie him down. 
Speaking of his parents, they used to take him and Anne on some of their travels. His parents wanted them to have a good and carefree childhood, letting them run around, let them fall and get up and learn so many different things. 
Too bad that all ended before it could really start. 
On a better note, him traveling as an adult is a way to make up for all of that and to carry out his parents legacy. 
I feel like if he ever salvaged any of their old work, he’d try to figure out all the things they couldn’t. Things they were stuck on and never found the answer before they passed. 
He’s really clumsy. Like he’s walking into furniture all the time, tripping over everything, and part of that is because he’ll read and walk. It embarrassed him the first few times he smacked into obvious things but now he just laughs about it. 
But if he had ever broken a bone, it would definitely be his nose. (For that reason and others lol) 
This boy will literally melt if you grab him by his tie and kiss him. Like I’m sure he’d just turn into a puddle right there.  
Honestly will melt for any physical affection, he loves it. 
To be honest, when he’s really stressed, he probably has really bad meltdowns. But he’ll be responsible about it and excuse himself from the situation. Both because he doesn’t want to be around people and he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt someone’s feelings. 
Him and Ominis probably have the funniest arguments ever. Most of the time it's just them coming up with ridiculous insults about each other and then they forget they were even fighting because they’re laughing too hard.
But then you know you’re screwed when both of them are on the same side of the argument against someone else. Those two ping off of each other like nobody’s business, nothing goes past them and they will prove you wrong. 
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eddiessluttywaist · 1 year
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desiderium
an eddie munson series
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AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.
summary: eddie’s odd, forgotten childhood friend seeks him out when he needs her more than he realizes.
pairing: bsf!mechanic!bartender!eddie x eccentric!bsf!fem!reader
word count: 7,547 words
content/warnings: eventual smut so MDNI, unhealthy eating habits depicted (eddie accidentally forgets to eat), fluff, swearing, feeling unwanted, mentions of bullying/being publicly humiliated, low self esteem, anxiety, mentions of embarrassment, mention of an involuntary erection in adolescence lol, very brief mention of drugs, really awful & embarrassing awkwardness at the end i’m so sorry i had to. i think that’s it!
a/n: creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage!
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5
*
You reveled in the juvenile glory that was giving Eddie a hard time, especially since it had been so long since you’ve had the chance to.
You were grateful for the opportunity to settle back into one another even if it was by acting like complete children. Part of you even felt like these moments were exactly what you had hoped for, except that there was something off. Something still polite and unsure to your interactions. It made sense since it had been so long, but it was still odd. This touch of distance to all of it was incredibly foreign when you considered the way things had always been between you and him.
In that small market, you realized so much of Eddie was exactly how you remembered. And as much as you wanted to cling to him to appease your instinctive fear of losing him again, you both had to part ways so you could put away groceries.
Far less of the asshole you met on Thursday, he was more than willing to give you his phone number when you admitted you wanted to keep talking. You were embarrassed to tell him, especially since you didn’t want to scare him off with the strong attachment you still had (which you worried he wouldn’t match), but he didn’t even think about it. There was no judgmental glance or snicker under his breath. Only an “oh, yeah, of course” and then patting at his pockets to see if he had anything on him to write with.
“I feel like I still know you, but not really. It’s weird to think about everything I missed out on,” you admitted over the motel landline. “D’you think you’re the same Eddie as 11 year old Eddie?”
“Probably not,” he confessed in a sigh. “You the same as 10 year old you?”
You paused for a moment, even if it wasn’t necessary. Of course you weren’t the same. Not wholly.
“No, I suppose not…,” you trailed off before speaking up again, your finger twirling the phone cord around. “Do you think we’ll still be best friends? Or is this all too strange?”
“I don’t think I have a choice. You’re clearly obsessed.”
“Screw off,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks grow rosy.
“Well maybe…,” he exhaled, taking a moment to think before he continued to answer your question genuinely this time. You could hear him shifting in his spot, probably to be more comfortable. “Maybe a bit awkward. Why? Regretting coming here already?”
“No,” you shook your head as if he could see you and you rubbed the heel of your foot forward on the bedding to get your sock back into place after it had shifted. “Maybe we just need to catch up. Fill each other in on all the stuff we missed out on. Then it’ll be like there was no gap.”
There was some silence on his end, except for the faint sound of his breathing. Then there was suddenly movement again as his hair brushed against the phone and he yawned out his reply.
“That’s fair.”
“… Do you think I could see you tomorrow?”
“Mm, well I work until 5 tomorrow but we could do something after.”
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna bug you,” you spoke softly as if you were a teenager sneaking phone calls far too late. “I’m sure I’m annoying you, but I just… I don’t know… just wanna reconnect.”
Silence. You swallowed nervously, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder while you toyed with your hands.
“Y’know?”
Still nothing. Were you being as obnoxious as you feared? Were you being too excessive about all of this? Why wasn’t he answering you? Was he not as interested as you were in rekindling your friendship?
“Eddie?” You asked now, but it was just his breathing.
You were worried he was getting annoyed with you or maybe even trying to upset you by not responding, until you heard a light snore.
*
Eddie’s exhaustion was getting so bad that it seemed to be ingraining itself into his body. Digging into his bones, stiffening his muscles and joints, digging a void in his torso. He swore he could feel it slowly melting his brain that craved its necessary reprieve. He was starting to worry he was going to drift off while driving or something worse—if there was something worse than that.
He must’ve gone just long enough without any decent rest because he didn’t even remember dozing off. Usually with an adequate sleep schedule, he could remember approximately when he started to slip into unconsciousness, but not this time. He was on the phone one moment, and then he was suddenly waking up the next morning.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes, adjusting to the light coming in through his window, and grunting lowly over the aching in his neck. He had fallen asleep sitting up in bed with his back against the wall, and gradually slid down throughout the night. It left his back and neck at an awkward bend for far too long and he was already feeling the effects. Straightening out his posture, Eddie stretched and rubbed at the back of his neck while different pops and creaks sounded throughout his body. As he shifted in his spot, he heard something drop off of the bed and onto the floor with a clatter. Brows furrowed and lips in an interested pout, he glanced past the edge of the mattress to see his telephone hanging down from its bouncing cord.
“Fuck…,” he muttered and scooped the receiver back up.
“Hey- Hello?” he started asking until he heard the incessant beeping coming from the phone.
Shit. He completely fell asleep on you. This wasn’t exactly helping his case right now. Once the phone was back on its cradle, he let out another grumbling sound while he rubbed his hands over his face. Arms dropping back down, he let out a small puff of air and glanced at the clock. Once and then a second time in panic.
“Shit!” Eddie gasped, launching out of bed. He was supposed to be at work two hours ago. He didn’t couldn’t bother with putting together something to eat, only sparing the time he had to hop around his bedroom as he pulled on his clothes and shoved his socked feet into his boots.
*
“I’m so sorry, I slept through my alarm. I swear that this-”
“Yeah, really missing out on all the action,” Mr. Thacher grumbled with a small smirk as he gestured his hand outwards to display the empty waiting room. “Don’t worry, kid, shit happens.”
“Eloquent as ever,” Lin commented on his response, giving Eddie a toothy grin as he rushed over to punch his time card. He could see her usual neon green mint gum just barely poking out from between her teeth. Mr. Thacher quietly grunted in response to her remark, continuing to flip through an auto parts catalog.
“‘D you talk to that girl that came by? What was that bracelet about?”
Eddie had been so frazzled by waking up late, that he stumbled over the mention of you. Although to be fair, he probably would’ve still stumbled even if he wasn’t mixed up from all the rushing.
“Oh— I—” he stuttered, his mind struggling to play catch up and reply to her while simultaneously attempting to remember what he needed to get done today. The Ford was already back to that snippy woman, one car he couldn’t even work on until a part came in—he guessed he was stuck with whatever else was left in the garage. What even was there?
He rubbed at his forehead as if the contact to the spot would get his brain to work. “Yeah--”
“A girl, huh?” Thacher grinned, the topic pulling his gaze up from the catalog.
“Seemed real strange, but sweet. Very mousy,” Linda whispered as if she was being secretive. As if Eddie couldn’t hear her.
“Just a friend of mine from when I was a kid,” he explained in hopes of avoiding any teasing or toying of any sorts, then went to the garage.
“Ahh, just a friend,” Mr. Thacher murmured at the clarification, sharing a knowing smile with the receptionist as Eddie escaped to the back.
Eddie could remember how Wayne teased him when he said the same thing about Chrissy. Just a friend. Just some girl who was actually nice to him. Just this, just that. Someone older than him acting like they knew everything before he did, particularly in the world of romance—which he was horribly out of touch with—always left him flustered.
Yes, he was aware he was the undateable town freak but he didn’t need to be reminded through the excessive attention to anything that could be a shocking turn of events in his love life. It emphasized how rare it was for someone to be interested in him. It was also irritating because it was bound to leave him even more humiliated in the long run. Whenever people around him made a big deal about someone he liked, it only made it all that more disheartening to have to beg them to stop bringing it up because shocker—it didn’t work out.
Not to mention, it was turning out to be a particularly touchy subject when it came to you. You were actually just a friend for nearly the entirety of his childhood; so Thacher and Lin viewing you as someone he was crushing on made him feel like a lone ant under their magnifying glass, and they were ignorant to just how badly they were burning him up. Especially now that he’s painfully aware of your existence as a grown woman and even more painfully aware of how easily he could fall into a devastating crush for you like some teenager. Sure, in a childish diary entry you once talked about him being your first kiss on your 10th birthday, but did that mean anything? No. You were young and wanted to get a milestone out of the way. You could never feel something beyond platonic bond with him. He could tell.
Now trying to focus on work, he was distracted by how ruffled he felt from being forced to think of you romantically or... Ugh, why was that suddenly so awkward? Romance. Physical attraction: Not a big deal. He’s an adult and capable of discussing such matters, but clearly not when it comes to you. He felt his stomach flip flop and his face get all red, which he hoped was hidden well by the hood of the car he was currently inspecting. You are so grown up now. Well, of course you were and of course he was too. You were both in your mid-20s, and it wasn’t like you saw one another’s transitions from childhood to adolescence to young adulthood. You were an obnoxious young girl with pigtails one day, and now suddenly a young woman who made him anxious. If he didn’t know your heart, he would’ve been sure you were the kind of girl to avoid him. The kind to not give him a second glance—maybe not even a first glance.
When he was a kid you were just… you. Critter. That annoying little shit who he spent nearly every second with. Now you’re you, Critter, and that beautiful newcomer who showed a daunting amount of interest in him. What if you realized he wasn’t worth your time? That he didn’t hold up to any standards he may have set once upon a time? He didn’t want his worries to get in the way, but he was sure they already have in some way. It’s just that you’re here so suddenly and so… pretty (ugh, he felt like a stupid teenager thinking like this) and he could barely string a decent sentence together on a regular basis let alone with someone like you staring at him or waiting on the other end of the call.
Oh god that call. Remembering that beeping phone hanging on its curling cord made him want to kneel down and let the hood of the car slam down on his head. At what point did he fall asleep? And were you upset with him? As if he didn’t already need to prove himself after his little episode on Thursday, now he had this to make up for too.
Great. Just great.
*
“Uh… I don’t know. I usually only hire locals. They already know everyone and know how things run around here.”
Your eyes grew a little sad at the response the man behind the bar gave you as he wiped at his hands with a towel. Unlike Eddie’s work towel, this one actually looked like it did its job. This was a rejection, wasn’t it? Or maybe just an opportunity. Usually. He said usually.
“I’m staying in Hawkins. I- I’ll get to know everyone, and I promise I’ll work hard. I waited tables at a diner back home for a really long time, I promise I know what I’m doing,” You thought you sounded confident, but maybe you were just begging. The middle aged man eyed you for a moment, considering you before speaking up again.
“Well, there’s a difference between a diner and a bar. Some of these men are downright sloppy.”
“If you mean they’ll grope me because they’ve been drinking, I can assure you I’ve been grabbed at plenty by someone sipping their first coffee of the morning. I can handle it.”
He hummed in thought, and maybe he was amused by your response. Maybe he couldn’t care less, but you were hanging on every word.
“Just to be clear… that’s not to say me, my boys, and Sandra won’t back you up if someone tries to bother you,” He jerked his thumb back to drag your attention to the woman who was roughly around the same age as him. You assumed they were married, and their sons worked for them. Did he say he only hires locals or family?
“I only want to warn you in case it’s too upsettin’.“
“So does that mean I have the job?” You grinned, hand still clutching that strip of paper with contact information from their “HELP WANTED” sign.
He wanted to warn you. There was something worth warning you about, something worth possibly backing you up about. That meant you’d be here. He sighed, and tossed his towel onto his shoulder.
“It means you get a chance. And don’t get cocky on me, alright? I’ve seen enough people swear up and down about their experience and then try to show off how much they can carry or memorize. It jus’ ends up costing me an arm and a leg with all the shit they screw up.”
“No games. I promise,” You nod your head firmly with all the respect of a soldier acknowledging their commander.
“Hm. Can you start tomorrow night?“
“Absolutely! Thank you so much, Mr.Smith,” You chirped from the other side of the bar, slipping off of your seat while he huffed out a snort.
“Just call me Ron, alright? Don’t have to be so formal.”
You might’ve been too cheery about a crummy waitressing job at a crummy bar in a crummy town, but this had you feeling that maybe your luck was finally turning up. You needed a job and while driving around in hopes of a “HELP WANTED” sign, you actually got one. And you were already getting the job. Well, a chance.
You were getting a chance.
*
“I have a job!” You announced with your arms raised up in joy, returning to the motel late that afternoon.
“Alright!” Martha grinned from behind her newspaper which she was folding up now at your appearance. “Look at you. Settling in already.”
“Well, I have a chance. He said a chance. But it’s something, and I really hope I prove myself to him.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great, dear. You’re gonna wow ‘em, get that job, and find a nice place.”
“I already have a nice place,” You pout now, folding your arms on the ledge in front of her usual spot and place your chin on top of them.
“This is just some crappy motel,” Martha reassured you with an amused huff and a gesture of her hand. “You deserve better. Not to mention, you can’t stay here forever—as much as I’d love to have you.”
“Are you breaking up with me? Kicking me out?”
Martha rolled her eyes and snickered, making your lips turn up into a smile.
“I want you to have a nice apartment you can call your own.”
“Hm,” you hum in consideration. “We’ll have to set days to spend together. Hey, maybe we can have breakfast every Sunday at Benny’s!”
“I’d like that,” she grinned up at you kindly, until her eyes were suddenly glittering with mischief as she parted her lips to speak up again. “Now about that boy…”
You groan with all the dramatics of a gaggle of teenagers and abandon your place at the front desk. You briefly walk away from your spot before begrudgingly circling back.
“I’m just saying you were awfully smiley when you got back from the store.”
“Yeah, with your nasty sardines,” You deflect and follow it up with a gag.
A playful pout comes to your lips at the look she gives you—an expression that could’ve said plenty of things, but you knew translated to “stop avoiding the subject.”
“We… talked,” you shrugged, gaze flitting to the ground as you fight against every muscle in your face desperately trying for a smile. “That’s all.”
“Ah, I see…,” Martha took off her glasses to clean the lenses with the edge of her shirt. “Was he good to you?”
“Yeah. He felt bad that he didn’t know it was me ‘n all that,” You murmured and glanced over at that daddy long legs that was nestled in its respective corner, tilting your head to regard it for a moment.
“Well that’s good,” She hummed and placed her glasses back on her face. “Is he handsome?”
You rolled your eyes so hard, you probably could’ve triggered a headache. Your only verbal response is another groan as you turn on your heel and head down the hall.
“What? Oh, it’s an innocent question!” Martha laughed, and you huff out a playful scoff on your way to your room.
*
You tried to not let last night dwindle your confidence. At first, your mind shot right to its typical worst case scenarios—you’re boring. You bore him now. That’s why he fell asleep. He couldn’t be bothered. That’s why he fell asleep. You’re so annoying he was looking for an escape—that one seemed like a stretch until you thought. But what if he was just pretending so you’d hang up already and stop bothering him? You sat with that one for a while, but then decided he wouldn’t do that… right? If you were already annoying him that much then he wouldn’t have even given you his number.
Then there was your sickeningly sweet side. The part of you so ungodly saccharine that it didn’t just put the world through a rose tinted lens—it was golden like honey and saturated with radiant sunshine and men who don’t disappoint. The latter should’ve been enough to take you out of it—too fictitious—but you holed up there sometimes. Not as much as you used to because when you never left it that was always a sign of trouble, but it was a nice retreat from your constant anxieties. On this side, he fell asleep because he was comfortable. You hadn’t seen him in over ten years, and still managed to make him feel safe enough to sleep in your presence—even if it was just through a phone.
Or he was just tired enough that he knocked out, which meant he could still be indifferent to you. This jostled your inner paradise and made your brows frown when it passed through. You shake your head as if to wipe the slate clean when you finally realize just how long you had been in your own head and glance at the clock. It was a little after 5 PM. He said he would be out by now, but you hadn’t been able to secure anything before he was snoring on the other line.
Should you still stop by the shop? You two hadn’t decided on if you would be going there, or if you’d meet up somewhere else. Fighting your urges that could easily be considered an instinct to smother him, you stay put at the motel. Instead of thinking about Eddie, you think about your chance at a job. You hadn’t worked at that diner back home in the past year—maybe year and a half—and now you were ruminating over every little detail of working there. You were continuously reassuring yourself that you remembered how to serve people in a small town as you dug through your bags to find something to wear.
Oh crap, you forgot to ask if there was a dress code.
You tried to think of what Ron was wearing at the bar. Flannel. Definitely a flannel. You never saw what pants he was wearing, but you at least had that. Figuring you’ll play it safe, you pull out your nice jeans. They were particularly stiff and you would have to lay on the bed to button them, but you had to look your best. You’ll pair them with a clean black top and comfortable shoes, and just hope they give you an apron.
*
Despite Thacher’s insistence that he go home, Eddie stayed longer at the shop than he usually did on Wednesdays since he came in late. One would think finally sleeping would be rejuvenating, and it was to a certain degree, but it also left him incredibly groggy. His body felt drunk on the sudden abundance of rest, and he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He just prayed he would sleep tonight too.
No one came in around close, but he could focus on fixing what was already in the back—not including the car that he was still waiting on a part for. It wasn’t until he felt like he was going to keel over from the gut pain that he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. The few cups of coffee he had felt like they were slowly eroding his stomach as it begged for a decent meal. He made his way to the small break room and scoured the cabinets to find a Chinese food menu, a tub of Folgers, a forgotten can of Sanka (cause really, who was drinking decaf at work?), filters, an array of plastic cutlery, napkins, a ramen seasoning packet and aha—a packet of instant oatmeal.
Tearing the paper with his teeth, Eddie reached for his usual mug to dump the oats into before adding water. He watched the cup turning in the buzzing microwave with a sigh of relief as the scent of cinnamon began filling the air, all while he rubbed at his neck and stretched his still aching back. He waited until the very last second to smash his knuckles against the button to successfully open the microwave door right before it could beep at him.
“Ow ow ow--” he hissed around his first bite, which was visibly steaming, but he was too hungry to care as it burned away at his mouth.
“You know I think that has been in the cabinet since ‘86,” Linda commented as he made his way towards the front, picking up on the scent of instant oatmeal before she could even turn her head to confirm that was what he was eating.
“Well right now, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” He grinned a closed mouth smile around his boiling hot snack and then shoveled in another scoop just to keep huffing and puffing from how hot it was.
“You can let it cool, y’know. It’s not gonna run away from you,” She snickered as she organized her desk.
Eddie lifted his plastic spoon to show off the sludge that slowly slid down and plopped back into the mug.
“Sure about that? This doesn’t look like something that could come to life?”
“Don’t play with your food,” She chastised gently with a tilt of her head, making him laugh.
“Yes, mother,” He snickered and she joined in, but the sentiment wasn’t entirely a joke.
She had become somewhat of a mother figure for Eddie since he first started here at 16. She defended him whenever the opportunity arose and she kept an eye on his interactions with others, always hoping for some happiness to come around for him. Sometimes she was concerned that maybe he wouldn’t treat a girl right—take advantage like a lot of men do—but she was usually only concerned about him. He was the one that got hurt nearly every time, excluding that recent one he made cry.
“So a childhood friend, huh?” She suddenly asked, despite him not being aware of her thoughts turning from the topic of old oatmeal to you.
Eddie’s eyes were so childish and round as he glanced over at her, it was almost cartoonish in the way that they glittered. He was softer talking about you now that it was only Lin, even if he still felt somewhat irritable from being pestered about you.
“Yeah, she uh…,” Eddie swallowed, setting his mug down on that awkward half wall around her desk and started picking at his nails. “She’s from Ohio. When I still lived with my dad.”
“Ahh…,” Linda raised her brows, but backed off a little. She knew his dad was a sensitive topic. She clicked her tongue thoughtfully. “Well that’s sweet of her to come here to see you, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Eddie laughed sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck again. “It’s a little weird.”
“Do you not want her here?”
“No—god, no, I mean yes. No I don’t… not want her here.”
“Mkay,” Linda hummed, having a hard time not smiling over his blushing cheeks.
“I just mean I haven’t seen her in so long, so it’s shocking, y’know? The last time I saw her she was 9. Well, she’d insist she was practically 10 since it was so close to her birthday-” Eddie rambled out that last part, rolling his eyes a little and flapping his hands out over the recent memory of your insistence that you had been 10. He let out a huff of air, then toyed with a strand of his hair to pull in front of his face as he shifted in his spot.
“But uh… yeah.”
Linda eyed him for a moment, until it all clicked into place for her. Oh he’s so cute.
“Aw, it’s strange for you to see her all grown and womanly,” She cooed.
Eddie’s face twisted as he dropped his hair from between his fingers, and might as well have gagged.
“Oh, god— do not call her womanly.”
“But it’s true! You knew her as a young girl and now she’s blossomed into a woman. Oh, Eddie-”
“Ugh, shit, I should’ve left at 5 when Thach offered,” Eddie grumbled, twisting around to bring the empty mug back into the break room.
“Just because she’s finally developed her breasts doesn’t mean she can’t be your friend anymore, dear!” Linda called after him in a manner that sounded sincere, but he could hear the edge of humor in her tone.
He grumbled to himself, trying to ignore how hot his face and ears felt. He was 25 years old. He shouldn’t have to feel this way. Part of him wished it was coming from a familial standpoint of Oh my gosh look at you, you’re all grown up, I can’t believe it! But no. No this was coming from the place of his inner adolescent self tripping up because the change in your appearance was so drastic. For all intents and purposes, you forever remained in a childhood time capsule while he continued to grow up. Then he blinked and you were showing up as a 24 year old woman, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t stupefied by it. And Linda had him figured out in record time.
He rinsed out his mug, shooting a playful glare at her when she walked in to place her mug from that morning in the sink.
“Oh don’t be so sour. I’m sure she’s just as surprised to see you all grown up.”
*
“Good to see you’re back in the land of the living,” you teased when Eddie called you later that night after work and dinner.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, phone cupped between the side of his face and his shoulder as he lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply then let out a contented sigh, watching the plume of smoke dissipate the further it traveled through his room. He dropped his hand down that was holding the common vice between his middle and forefinger, ring finger picking at his pajama pants. “But uh… seriously. I’m sorry about that. I just… haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Oh,” you said rather simply, shifting to get more comfortable in your spot. “‘D you wanna talk about it?”
“Nothin’ to really talk about. Just have a hard time sleeping.”
“Like, falling asleep or staying asleep?”
“Uhh yes.”
You rolled your eyes and allowed him a breath of a pity laugh at his response.
“When did that start?”
“‘D you end up going to school to be a shrink or something?”
“Oh god no,” you all but dry heave, the mention making you think of that tool from your college. “I went for an education degree.”
“No shit?” His voice lilted up at the end and you could hear him following it up with a deep inhale and exhale of smoke. “So you want to be a teacher?”
“You’re avoiding the subject, Eddie.” Although to be fair—now you were too.
“Whatcha gonna do? Spank me with a ruler or somethin’, teach?” He tittered, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see how he immediately rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and silently asked the world why the fuck he just said that. The only relief from his debilitating misery was the way you laughed at his stupid comment.
“Screw off,” you giggled before sobering your tone. “No but really—is everything okay? I feel bad that you’re not sleeping.”
“Why? It’s not your fault.”
“No, I know…,” you murmured, toying with a loose thread in the motel comforter. “Just wish you didn’t have a hard time sleeping.”
“Yeah me too,” he laughed and smothered the glowing end of his cigarette into his ashtray when he was done with it. “But it’s not a big deal.”
“I could make you chamomile tea or something. That always helps me sleep,” you answer, your heart thrumming from the simple offer.
“You really want to come to my crappy place and make me leaf water?”
“Or just don’t sleep tonight. Wish you the best, Loogie.”
Eddie’s groan crackled through the old phone, and you could feel the eye roll that came with such a sound.
*
“So—oh careful it’s hot—” you murmured when he carelessly dragged the mug to his side of the countertop in his small kitchen, not wanting the tea to spill over onto his fingers.
It didn’t take much convincing for him to welcome you over to his trailer, and you were all giddy over seeing his place. He put a lot of emphasis on the fact that his home was shitty and didn’t understand your joy, but you were happy nonetheless.
“So it should help you get sleepy, and if you wanna you can make a wish when you stir it,” you grin over at him like a little kid, and he finds it endearing that you still enjoyed something as simple and sweet as making a wish. He remembered how as kids, you clung to just about every scenario that could incorporate making a wish. A lone eyelash on a cheek. A birthday candle. A dandelion. A friendship bracelet.
“If you stir clockwise you can wish for something into your life, or you can stir counterclockwise to wish something out of it,” he eyes you from where you’re settling your elbows on his counter and cradling your chin on your open palms.
“So I can… wish for a shit ton of cash or something and I’ll wake up a millionaire?” he questioned, still smiling even when you give him your best glare.
“Ha-ha,” you sneer. “No, jackass, but you can wish for abundance.”
“Abundance?”
“Yeah, like wishing for better opportunities to come your way.”
“Or I could start selling weed again,” he counters, watching the way you push away from where you were leaning into his counter.
“You’re being mean.” you complain and it feels more familiar to him than anything else.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he sighs out through a light laugh. He shakes out his arms theatrically like someone preparing for a daunting task—only to lean in and grasp the handle of a small spoon between his fingers.
“You sold drugs?” you suddenly ask and his gaze flits up.
“Do you mind? Trying to make a wish over here.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, but he just kept staring at you.
“What?”
“Do you have to watch me?”
“Oh I’m sorry, can you not perform while I’m looking?” you bunch up your lips into a mocking pout, and now it’s his turn to glare. “Fine.”
Once you’re turned around, you hear the occasional clink of metal against ceramic and it makes you smile until you hear the gulping that follows.
“Oh my god— it’s a cup of calming tea, not a shot of tequila,” you gasp as you turn to find him downing the liquid that was probably still scalding hot.
“Yeah no shit,” he chokes out, putting the mug that was still half full now before sticking his tongue out and looking down to try and see if he could find any evidence of the burning he felt. Between the oatmeal and the tea, his taste buds were taking a real beating today. You giggle at the ridiculous action, and then even more when his gaze turns up to you with his tongue still out.
“I’m sorry, is this funny to you?”
“Yeah,” you admit honestly, giving him a big smile through the small titters that melts his heart.
“Keep it up. We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m ditching town with a million bucks.”
“Screw off, I told you it doesn’t work that way--” you huff, reaching over to nudge his arm and it only encourages his goofiness. Eddie’s leaning into the counter as he grins over at you.
“So when does this shit kick in?”
“It’s tea, not a downer,” you counter in a patient tone and gently move the cup closer to him. “Just keep drinking it with slow sips and try to relax.”
He hums in lighthearted disappointment at it being pointed out that the tea wasn’t a strong sedative, but he already feels somewhat calmer even in all his excitement over messing with you. The scent of the chamomile and honey, and the smell of your perfume. The softer tone of voice you took on when you focused on the fact that your task was to help him relax and sleep. The familiarity of your presence even with the distance caused by time apart. The coziness of his pajamas and your matching sweatshirt-sweatpants combo.
“Remember when we were kids? And I slept over all the time?” you murmured randomly, this moment of helping him calm down to sleep directing your thoughts to that simpler time.
“Yeah,” he grinned and leaned forward on his forearms. “And my dad always insisted you stay in a sleeping bag on the floor-”
“But you let me climb into your bed if I had a nightmare,” you finished for him, blushing at the fond memory.
“If? You were always scared of the dark. You never stayed in that sleeping bag.” he chortled and dragged his mug up to his lips.
“I never got why your dad didn’t want us sharing a bed. Even now, it’s stupid. We were kids, it’s not like we thought about stuff like… like…,” you start with a laugh before trailing off as you feel a thick fog of awkward tension suddenly settle in his trailer. You clear your throat and look down at your hands.
“Just stupid. We were too young. A-and even if we had been teenagers it’s not… it’s not like…,” you sputter, internally screaming at yourself for directing the conversation this way.
“You would not have wanted to share a bed when I was in the throes of puberty,” he snorted and displayed his hand outward as if presenting scenes from his teenage years while he dramatized those last three words. You were grateful for him saving you from this mortifying moment with his sense of humor.
“The people are right: teenage boys are disgusting.”
It’s your turn now to snort and raise your brows as you concur with a simple nod.
“Which is so unfair, by the way,” he points at you after settling his mug back down from another sip. “Why do girls just get better? And we have to suffer?”
“Oh please,” you scoff incredulously. “Have you ever had a period before? A single cramp? Bled through your jeans and everyone can see?”
“Uh, have you ever gotten a random hard-on during a presentation in school?” he countered and you flinched at the idea.
“Oh god…”
“Yeah. I wanted to drop dead.”
“…What were you doing a presentation on?” you wonder after a pause for consideration, a curious smile pulling at your lips. He eyes you from under his lashes and curly bangs before looking down at what’s left of his tea as he mutters under his breath.
“I’m sorry?”
“S’lm ‘ch ‘ls.”
“Come again?”
“The Salem Witch Trials,” he finally admitted loud enough for you to hear and you throw your head back in a cackle as he buried his face in his hands. You eventually sober up enough to speak again, eyes wild with amusement.
“You got off on people being unjustly executed in Colonial America?”
“No!” he groaned, separating his hands from his face.
“No, that’s the worst part. I wasn’t even turned on by anything. It just-“ he gestured towards his groin that was hidden behind the counter. “It just did it on its own.”
“Oh that’s so humiliating.” you whisper like it’s a secret, and he huffs.
“Yeah, no kidding— will you stop smiling about it?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can. It’s too funny,” you admit with an apologetic scrunch of your nose.
“No, now we have to get even. Now I have to know something embarrassing about when you were a teenager,” He waved his hand, urging you to contribute so it was fair.
“Can’t think of anything. I was perfect,” you sighed sweetly with a hint of grandeur, hands pressed against the counter top and head tilting into your shoulder. He stared you down until you crack with a giggle.
“Uhh, let’s see…,” you hummed, looking off at a corner of his ceiling while you perused your memories. Your face is neutral and deep in thought until something clearly hits you sideways and makes you cringe.
“Well, I got pantsed in high school when I wasn’t wearing any underwear.”
“Ouch,” Eddie hissed at the memory as if it personally hurt him before he barked out a laugh. “Bad day to go commando.”
“I didn’t even mean to,” you whine, now the one hiding their face. “It was gym and I forgot another pair of underwear. I didn’t want to sit in sweaty underwear for the rest of the day so I just…”
“And someone pantsed you?” he cackled, hands hugging his cup.
“Yes,” you huff with a pout. “It was Zachary McKay.”
“He was always a tool,” Eddie muttered now, a small yawn escaping him. “Even when we were kids.”
“He had a crush on me after that, though, so I benefited from the sudden kindness for a while,” you let out a hollow laugh, as if that saved you from the humiliation of everyone seeing you half naked in gym.
“Oh god, you didn’t date him did you?” he asked like it personally pained him, and the torture wouldn’t let up until you shook your head.
“Ew, no. He just had a hard-on for me after seeing me half naked, and then he was right back to being an ass when I turned him down.”
“Good girl,” Eddie muttered casually over you not stooping low enough to entertain anyone as awful as McKay.
He didn’t even think about it, and the phrase wasn’t drawn out in that way someone would when they were being provocative, but it still nearly made you choke on your spit. You were grateful for him going around the corner of the counter and behind you to put his mug in the sink after downing what was left, so you had a chance to recover. You wanted to drop dead like a teenage boy getting an involuntary erection in the middle of a presentation.
“Sorry he was an ass to you just cause you didn’t wanna date him, though. Not that I’m surprised that he’d do that,” he muttered, walking up from behind you after abandoning the sink. He’s brushing against you for just a second and then back to his spot across from you.
“Yeah…,” you agreed breathlessly and forced yourself to look at him. “You look like you’re getting tired. Want me to leave so you can try to sleep?”
Or so I can throw myself into a pit?
“I feel bad kicking you out after you were nice enough to bring me stuff,” he reaches over to grab the box full of chamomile tea bags for emphasis. “And making it for me and everything.”
“It’s okay, really. I know you have a busy day tomorrow… I do too, actually. Not until a bit later, but…,” you trailed off as you collected your thoughts and toy with your hands. “Really. I don’t mind leaving so you can sleep.”
“Okay… but if you get any nightmares don’t call me cryin’ cause you can’t climb into my bed,” he teased while he stretched, the bottom of his band tee lifting to show a sliver of tummy.
“Oh, please,” you scoffed and he huffs out a laugh, letting his arms drop back down to his sides.
There’s a moment where that distance comes back. You forgot it still existed until it got to you leaving. Do you just say goodbye and head out? Do you hug? He doesn’t seem sure either and just kind of scratches the back of his neck while jutting his thumb towards his bedroom.
“I should probably go to my room if I wanna sleep.”
“That’s a good choice.” you snickered, placing the strap of your purse over your shoulder and starting to gravitate towards the door. “Let me know if the chamomile helps.”
“I will,” he offered you a small, charming smile as he picked at the skin of his thumb. “I uh—shit, right-”
He goes over to you now, extending an arm.
A hug. Okay. You’re gonna hug.
You wrap an arm around his torso in a half hug just as his hand lands on the screen door’s handle. The creak of old springs is too late and you already hugged him. Fuck.
“Oh I was- no. Yeah,” he stumbled over his words.
“I’m sorry I thought-”
“No, no. I-”
He briefly wrapped you up in his arms and somehow being scooped up into him was worse than if he had backed away from you. He was keeping you hostage in your own humiliation, even if he was trying to be kind. You desperately wanted to savor his body heat and his smell of tobacco, leather and cinnamon, but you can’t even do that. Not while your fight or flight is setting off alarms all throughout your body.
“Thank you for stopping by,” he rubbed your back before parting from his gesture that he felt he should’ve already been offering. “Really.”
“Any time,” you squeak out, trying to laugh off the awkward moment to seem cool and casual, but you’re probably just making it worse.
“Night, Looddie- Loog- Ed- I…Wow, I started to say one and then went with the other… and I just said Looddie… that’s great.”
You laugh again with one foot out the door, and he seemed genuine when he joined you but it didn’t stop you from wishing you could disappear in a magnificent feat of spontaneous combustion.
Once you were outside of the trailer, you felt paralyzed by your own embarrassment and deafened by the unrelenting silence of night. If it weren’t for the fact that he would hear you, you’d be smacking your head off the side of his trailer and screaming.
This was so much worse than being pantsed by Zach McKay.
*
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Looking For Dad
Chuya Nakahara X Daughter!Reader Osamu Dazai X Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 1180
Requested: Anon
Request: Could you do a Bungo Stray dogs Platonic dad Chita x reader daughter, kind of like a Buddies Daddy. A little 4-5 year old girl arrives at the ADA asking to look for their dad. They almost take her to the police when she pulls out a photo of a teen Dazai and Chuya with a woman. Pointing to the woman as her mom, and obviously the reader resembles Chuya more. Dazai grins and calls Chuya explaining that someone is looking for him and tracked him down. Chuya gets the wrong impression and Dazai surprises him at a park. Chuya is now a dad lol
Warning: Your Mum is hurt
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None of them had expected you to appear in the office, they had never really had anyone younger than 18 looking to use their services but there you stood pulling out a chair to climb, Atsushi running over to stabilise you before you fell off “I’m looking for my dad!” You told them as you sorted through your pockets taking out small pieces of candy before finally pulling out a folded photo. “We should take her to the police, they’re probably best suited to finding her parents.” Kunikida said and as you unfolded the paper. “Dazai, are you listening to me?” “She looks like him.” Dazai mumbled as you looked at him, you held up the picture and pointed at the woman. “This is mum and this is you right? I want to find Dad.” Your finger moved as you referred to each person in the photo, Dazai walked over and looked at the photo. It was in fact him and Chuuya with another woman, he remembered that day. “What’s your name?” Dazai asked. “(Y/N).” You answered and he nodded. “Well (Y/N) I’ll try and call your Dad but he might not answer the call.” Dazai said as he lifted you off the chair, everyone was confused, they had never seen Dazai with a child before but Kunikida was the only one that knew his behaviour was because of someone in the photo. Dazai sat in the chair that you had been standing on and sat you in his lap. “Where’s your mum?” “Something happened…” You answered “she got hurt bad.” “Mm.” Dazai hummed. “Is that why you're looking for your Dad?” You nodded. “Alright you are gonna stay with my friends while I can you Dad okay?” “With the tiger?” You asked as you looked at Atsushi, they all looked at you as if questioning your knowledge. “Someone asked mum to go get him, they gave her a picture but she told them no.” “Dazai, who is this woman?” The boss asked having come out to investigate the noises coming from the office. “Her mother was the best assassin in the port mafia before she disappeared.” Dazai explained “she left at the same time I did, both our records were scrubbed and she went on to live a normal life, the reason that she left was this little one.” He ruffled your hair as you looked up at him. “She was pregnant when she left?” Atsushi asked. “Yes she was and I told her if she was ever in trouble that she should call me but instead you came to find me.” He looked at you. “Whenever we walked past this building mum said that if anything happened to her that I would find help here.” You explained. “Wait, you know who her father is?” Kunikida asked, he should have known that it wasn’t good news by the way that Dazai looked at him and with a smirk on his face. “Her father is Chuya Nakahara.” Dazai answered. “The mafia executive?” Junichiro asked. “The very same.” Dazai nodded in answer as your eyes widened at even knowing the name of your Dad. “Now I just need to see if he will answer the phone.”
Chuya glared at the unknown number on his phone, he knew that he should ignore it but there was something telling him to answer the phone “What?” He asked, finally pressing the green button and answering the call. “Chuya!” Dazai cheered, the regret was immediate. “What do you want?” He asked. “You remember (Y/M/N) right?” Dazai asked. “I have something she left behind for you.” “How do you get anything from her?” He asked. “She found me.” Dazai answered as Chuya glared at nothing in particular. “What?” He asked. “Someone’s looking for you.” Dazai finally said and after a long pause he agreed on a meeting place.
Dazai sat on the park bench with you, you were eating an ice cream and flicking your legs back and forth “Do you think Dad will come?” You asked. “I hope so.” Dazai answered, it wasn’t that he didn’t like having you around, in fact you were more tolerable than your father would ever be but you needed to be with your family and he knew that if Chuya believed the stories then he’d keep you as safe as he could. “What the hell are you doing sitting next to a kid?” Chuya’s voice emanated from behind you both and Dazai stood up, turning to look at him. “The kid sat next to me actually.” Dazai answered as you turned on the bench and finally laid eyes on your father. “Dazai what am I doing here?” Chuya asked. “It’s you!” You cheered as you held up the picture that you had shown to Dazai on your arrival, Chuya finally looked at you properly, your eyes were the same as your mothers but it was the necklace that you were wearing that really convinced him, he remembered (Y/M/N) taking it from him after he stopping if from hitting her, she put it into a necklace and telling them that she’d never remove it, unless they both had something more important to protect than each other. “Where’s your mum?” He asked as he walked over to you taking your small face in his hands. “She got hurt… She told me to look for Uncle Dazai if something went wrong, she said that he’d always be able to find you.” You explained and he looked at Dazai briefly. “Uncle Dazai?” He asked. “Well that’s got to stop.” “Huh?” You asked. “Don’t worry kid.” Chuya sighed before picking you up. Chuya had a lot of experience with kids given his life before the port mafia, he’d at least be able to look after you until your mother got better but he’d need to go and see exactly what was wrong with her. “Hey Dazai.” “Yes Chuya?” He asked, all joking left his voice. “Find out what happened to her mum, it’ll be easier for you.” He said and Dazai nodded. “I planned to.” Dazai answered, “look after her.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” Chuya muttered as he turned away from Dazai, you waved at him with a smile on your face as you finally rested your head on Chuya’s shoulder. “You trust too easily, little one.” Chuya mumbled and you looked at him and shook your head. “Mum told me about you and Uncle Dazai, I wouldn’t trust anyone else.” You informed him and he gave a soft smile, your little face scrunching up just like your mothers whenever she’d get angry. He hoped that he could see her again but for now he just had to keep you safe and wait for Dazai to give him some answers.
“Are we really just going to let him go?” Kunikida asked. “He’ll look after her.” Dazai answered. “You believe that?” Kunikida asked, Dazai just turned back to the agency, he had work to do and he wanted to find out what had happened to his friend.
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Féachann Siad Au Design - ZombieCleo.
Tw: Snakes, Slight Body Horror, and Slight Blood.
(Aus Masterpost - Explains the au.)
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If Tumblr keeps making my drawings look crunchy I’m gonna cry-
Cleo’s Dynamic:
29 - 30 years old.
Zombie Hybrid.
Has 5 main snakes that are always visible.
More snakes can appear these 5 are just always there unless very certain conditions.
You may be thinking I can’t count cause obviously that’s 4 snakes and you’d be right in both statements but one of the snakes got sliced off by someone. (I’ll be so happy if someone guesses who based off that colour lol)
Cleo is an amputee!
They’re planning on getting a prosthetic eventually but for now she’s sticking with mobility aids like crutches until they run into Doc or Ren again.
Cleo is currently not in any specific group but mainly sticks with Etho’s or Ren’s group.
Cleo feels little too no psychical pain but it does not mean it doesn’t affect them. (I’ll explain this point better a diff time.)
Her organs stay in (mostly) cause uhmm YEAH! 👍
I ran out of things I can share rn uhm another hint to who cut her fifth snake off is on the top of one of the snakes with their mouths open, above the snakes head there’s a ring as another little hint. Also if you know your flowers Lillies and Trefoil are also a little hint too how it is. (the meaning of the flowers is what I mean btw.)
(Btw I might make a angst/fluff comic thing or just normal word story(I don’t know the word for it-) over easter break, no promises tho!)
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atalante241 · 1 month
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Welcome to my merged tmnt AU that’s very weird and doesn’t make sense
So, the premise is that somehow the 2k3, 2k12 and rottmnt universes are merged together.
The three Hamato Yoshi’s are related to each other. How? You may ask. I don’t know but I do know that they’re brothers with an age gap I don’t know the length of and that 03 Yoshi got separated at one point and ended up on the streets and taken in by the Ancient One and the story goes as usual.
So, I basically remember nothing about the clan situation with 12 Yoshi. Only that Saki rebuilt the Foot Clan after incel angsting or something. But maybe the Hamato clan had some mystic branch or whatever and Lou got to know about the Demon Shredder (separate dude from Tengu Shredder (also just now realized that this would mean that somebody decided to name Saki after the dude that got possessed (also a complete separate dude from the dude possessed by the Tengu Shredder))) if that’s how he knew about that I do not remember.
But basically everything goes as usually, but only with 12 Yoshi and Lou awkwardly sometimes going “hey bro” because they’re very distant (don’t even know each others fav colors)
Then the reasons for going to New York happen. But when 12 Splinter mutates, the man of course spends some time on the streets, and during that time he tries to get in contact with Lou but it doesn’t rly work bc he doesn’t have his actual number and Lou’s agent or whatever shoots him off. So some time goes by, eventually a bit over 7 (the 12 turtles are 8) years. And one day while scavenging 12 Splinter comes across semi-newly mutated Lou and the 4 baby turtles, there some pointing and confusion (and panic) but they calm down. 12 shows Lou to his place where the 4 8yr olds spend their time immersed in studying the babies or whatevs. During that time 12 & Lou talk and somehow realize who both of them are.
As for the 03 side. Oh boy are you in for a treat. Bc— hold on I have to re-do math bc the rise turtles have actual ages.
Oh boy are you in for a treat, bc when 12 turns 9, the 2003 show starts off. And by that I mean everything. The alien invasion, mutant outbreak (Donnie possibly getting blasted on every TV in the world (maybe it was just the UN, who knows)), the turtles getting blamed for kidnapping the president. The literal apocalypse in s5.
Imagine being 12 Splinter and Lou during that time, lol. Trying to huddle with the kids by the TV watching 5 dragons have a battle over the city. By the end of the 03 series I’d like to think 5 years have gone by, that’s includes the FF time skip. So the 12 turtles would be 14yrs old.
The 12 series would start off when they’re 15, 03 21yrs and rise being 10, 9 & 8
After this I have no idea. But all the turtles would meet at some point. No idea how or when but at some point. I can’t get the idea of how 03 Splinter is technically 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtle their grand-nephews out of my head.
Here’s a graph that doesn’t have 0 as a time indicator bc fuck that.
Also this whole thing was born from me loving the idea of 03 Splinter being 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtles their grand-nephews
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Also I have no clue abt the whole Oroku Saki situation— wait no. I do. 03 is using the fake name bc of the (tengu) story/rumor. 12 is just named that and I surprised by the famous business man 03 Oroku Saki having the same name as him. And rise is dead.
Also it’s now 6 am and I have not slept, curse you great tmnt crossover fanfiction!
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wordbunch · 1 year
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i showed LOTR to my baby sisters for the first time and here’s how it went (in order, from FOTR to ROTK)
so we have C, 9 years old; and N, 12 years old
C is 100% an Aragorn girl, but she couldn’t remember his name so she called him Aaron
N is head over heels for Legolas (”How can someone be so BEAUTIFUL?”)
they feel quite sad for gollum and think that frodo should pet him on the head
“merry and pippin are only here to get in trouble”
which one is saruman and which one is sauron?
favorite quotes “nice crispy bacon” and “we mussssst staaaarve”
later on also “they trickssssed usss!” (they’re only learning english at school so i’m amazed that they already caught on gollum’s weird pronunciation)
they absolutely DIED of laughter at low opacity elrond (”it looks like a music video!”)
both are concerned with the lack of girl characters!
when gandalf was imprisoned at the top of saruman’s tower, C was chanting “just jump!”
N says frodo has absolute main character energy
orcs are “those ugly pigs”
end of FOTR when sam jumps into the water to go after frodo, N screamed in total anguish WHY ARE THEY ALL DYING
whenever someone is close to the ring or frodo is tempted, they yell NO
at one point they also yelled SAM STOP HIM
“sam and frodo love each other very much”
“how did they find so many real tiny people?” (bilbo’s bday party) “Or did they just find one very very tall man?” (gandalf)
legolas is obviously a better boyfriend choice because aragorn is 87 and already has 2 girlfriends
legolas is a disney princess
treebeard is like if gandalf was a tree
(battle of helms deep) C, very aggressively: i would simply CUT OFF ALL THEIR HEADS
is haldir the brother of legolas?? IS HE DYING FOR FOREVER?!
are ents real trees or they just found very huge people and dressed them up as trees
merry is a baby
“THEY’RE SO CUTE” (they = 4 hobbits)
absolutely sobbing at “i can carry you”
gradually beginning to dislike gollum and they were so done when he appeared again at mt doom
screaming crying at legolas’ oliphaunt sequence and at “I AM NO MAN”
blowing kisses to Aragorn on screen
faramir is THE BOROMIR’S BROTHER???
rolling on the floor laughing at all gimli/legolas  banter and their kill count
the new favorite character.....drumroll please..... (after aragorn and legolas)....is PIPPIN
crying when frodo  and gandalf go to undying lands
“i know frodo is suffering but...he could have stayed just a bit longer?”
they loved it overall, wasn’t too scary, can’t wait to watch again
already using some quotes on a daily basis
i’m the proudest big sis lol :’)
@starlady66 @lazyoswald @elrondscalaquendi @thesolarangel @entishramblings @oldmanwithashield @friendofthefellowship yall might enjoy this dumbassery
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apollosdrunkenmixup · 15 days
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Please drop more Old Man lore I gotta know what else he's been up to
lol. Ok I’ll go over the stuff I’ve mentioned before as well.
This man is 83 years old (I got it wrong last time) and gives me a lift to bookbinding every other week or so. It’s an hour both ways and so lots of time for chatting. He is called Dave. 30% of old men are called Dave. I have zero fear of him ever seeing this bc I don’t think he even owns a mobile phone.
1) the first time he drove me he informed me he doesn’t like ‘this woke brigade nonsense’. He is completely unaware that I am trans and thinks I am just a cis boy who failed at puberty. I am looking forward to seeing his face when I drop that I have a boyfriend.
2) He has several hobbies including ballroom dancing, gliding, and writing poetry. He regularly tries to persuade me to take up gliding. I do not have the money to take up gliding.
3) He met his wife when they were teens and they’re still together.
4) He drives like he’s gliding. It really strange and apparently his wife hates it. As he’s approaching a roundabout he will take his foot of the accelerator several hundred meters in advance so the friction of the car on the road will do most of the deceleration for him. He has so far explained this to me 3 times.
5) He’s lived in our county (in England) his entire life.
6) We have an army firing range where he lived as a child. When the soldiers had finished shooting him and his mates would go down and collect the cases and spent bullets. They then melted them down in an old saucepan. The indents in the tops of bricks were used to pour the molten lead into to make solid blocks. These blocks were then sold to the greengrocer for a few pence. This they used to buy sweets. He described doing this at age 6.
7) He used 6 as an example of what kids should be doing instead of playing on their phones all day.
8) ‘Before phones, we were kicked out onto the street in the morning and played with whoever was about until supper’. Sir you were unsupervised children playing with lead and ammunition.
9) In the same conversation as 6 he talked about how there ‘too much health and safety nowadays’. He did not seem to see the irony.
10) Last time I saw he I mentioned I had to do some research about Americans in my county during WWII. He then proceeded to talk about his few memories of WWII (he was a toddler during it). He told me about ‘siren suits’. After much questioned he basically said it was a onesie that mothers found easily dress their toddlers in if there was an air raid. Bc you do not have time to put socks on a child during an air raid so they get dumped in the human shaped sack.
11) He also talked about how he got stuck in a blizzard one time for two days. In England. I can’t remember what year. I don’t know why he was trying to walk anywhere in the middle of a blizzard. But the first night he slept inside a snow covered haystack. The second night it was so cold that he would have probably died of frostbite/hypothermia if he did that so he walked all night instead. He dropped this casually in conversation like it was nbd.
I may update this if I remember other stuff or find out more.
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yeetlegay · 2 years
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Grandma watches Kinnporsche ep 5
It’s been about 5,000 years but Grandma and I are finally back on our Kinnporsche bullshit after I showed her the first 4 eps back in…idk, May? June? They’re all tagged “grandma watches kinnporsche” if you want to find them on my blog, I’m too lazy to hunt them down rn lol.
THE POINT BEING: Grandma was totally into the show, but Covid, vacations, work schedules, family happenings, etc. meant we didn’t get as much time to hang out with just the two of us over the summer. But last night we had the whole evening together and she was down for more KP so I fired up the TV while we ate dinner. We rewatched ep 4 bc it’s been so long, so we only had time for ep 5 after that, which sucked bc it ends on a cliffhanger oops lol
Here’s a collection of her ep 5 reactions:
She was really impressed by that scene where Porsche breaks down in the bathroom, I thought she was gonna cry. She said it reminded her of a thriller movie (she loves those lol).
This specific shot made her gasp out loud. Porsche visuals winning again 😌
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We get to the super dramatic, devastating scene where Kinn and Porsche try boning other people. I’m in my feelings, heart full of the Cinema™️, and then there’s that moment where Kinn rips his slutty red robe off and I look over just in time to see MY 85-YEAR-OLD GRANDMA go “MMhmMm” in the most salacious way possible. I had to pause the tv I was laughing so hard.
In the same scene, Grandma starts shaking her head and laughing when Kinn drags that guy off the bed all the way over to the window for no reason. I ask her what’s funny and she says “I don’t think he knows what windows are for” 💀
The Vegas/Porsche friendship montage got her GOING. She thought Vegas was gonna kidnap Porsche or something, and then it’s just Vegas wooing him instead which was apparently worse lol. “He shouldn’t hug men like this, it never ends well.” I was like “Grandma he hugged Kinn like that too” and she said “exactly!”
In that scene with Porsche waking Kinn up, when Kinn leaned in like he was gonna kiss Porsche Grandma’s eyes went SO BIG, she totally thought he was gonna go for it. I asked her if she thought they should’ve kissed and she said “well it couldn’t make things worse could it?” Which, okay, point lol
She loved the little scenes with Porsche and Chay together, she said it reminded her of her and her older sisters (they both died before I was born, but I’ve heard a ton of stories about them from her).
Y’all I think she’s a Kinn anti 😂 she can’t stand him right now, he’s gonna have to really redeem himself for letting Porsche get beat up. I asked her who she wanted Porsche to end up with and she said Pete seems nice (“after he wipes that baby powder off”) so congrats PetePorsche lovers you got another one
Next up, Grandma watches Kinn and Porsche go fishing and try bondage 🤙🏻
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ladylooch · 11 days
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Okay here is an idea for Timo and Emma
Somewhat angsty lol
So maybe life is really busy with the 4 kids and it’s been a little while where Em and T were able to have some time alone. So maybe every little either Timo does or the kids do sets Emma off and she is easily irritated and annoyed. Like maybe making lunch for the kids and they don’t want to eat what she has cooked or Timo is gone longer than he said and Emma missed her workout class. So Timo is like okay obviously you have some tension let me help you loosen up 🥵and so they run off during the kids nap time
By Emma’s calculations, she should be about to her cooldown right now in her pilates class. She should be sweaty, but relieved to have gotten a work out in with how crazy the family schedule has been this week. Instead, she is sitting on the couch, monitoring Logan and Liam as their play time borders on becoming a slap fest. 
Timo is still not home.
He was supposed to be home two hours ago. Emma keeps getting texts from him with updates. 
I’m going to be a little later than I thought.
Still going here, babe. Need a bit more time.
15 minutes or so and I’ll be on my way.
I just left. I’m getting home as fast as I can. 
Fuck, I’m so sorry!
Emma believes him. She knows those RPMs on that Mercedes of his are going to be roaring through the streets of New Jersey. She had asked for one thing this week. ONE THING from her now retired NHL player of a husband. It was to make sure that he was at home by 1:00pm so she could hit her pilates class. Emma knows he is doing hard work right now. He is getting more involved in his friend’s clothing company that he has invested in for years. Now, that Timo  has the time, he has been asked to be more of a decision maker. Timo is very excited about the prospect and Emma is supportive. But she has needs too. Very hot ones that have not been met by her husband in weeks. 
“Logan.” Emma murmurs, watching him start to pat at his brother. A string of words in Swiss German and English come bumbling out of his mouth with none of them being coherent. “Baby, no. Hands to yourself.” The twins, who practically came out holding hands, do not understand this concept. “Be nice.” Emma finishes. Another thing they don’t understand as two year old terrors. 
“Baby! I’m here!” Timo calls into the house before he looks around. His eyes land on his wife so close. “Oops. Sorry. I thought you would be upstairs.” He flips his wrist, looking at his watch. “Can you still make it?”
“At 1:45? No.” Emma snaps. 
“Okay. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Is there a later one you can go to… or…” Timo purses his lips at the irritation puling her eyebrows together. “No? Okay.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Um, how can I make it up to you?” 
Emma gives him props for the awareness and recognition and the genuine apology. But she doesn’t feel like she was asking for too much. One thing. In the millions of things that she has sacrificed for him in his career. Today she wanted one fucking thing.
“Make it on time tomorrow, please.” She says tightly.
“Yes, I will. Promise.” He comes to the living room. He kneels down by the babies then drops a big palm on each of the twins heads. “Hannah coming today?” 
“No, she is on vacation with her friends. It’s us against the kids.”
“Oh yeah, Tulum.” Timo grins. “Good mems, eh?”
“Mhm.” Em agrees. Timo craws over to her on the floor, literally on his knees. 
“I’m really sorry. You know that?” Emma nods. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Okay, can you just yell at me?” Timo groans, putting his forehead on her thigh.
“No. I don’t want to.” Emma shrugs. 
“This feels worse.” 
“Than me yelling at you? Good lord. We needed therapy more than we knew.” She leans forward, cupping both his cheeks. She kisses him deeply, letting her tongue swipe along the seam of his lips. He sighs, reaching a big hand around to the back of her neck. They make out like that, touching tongues and soft moans to each other until they’re both worked up. Liam comes to smooch their faces, breaking them out of their trace as Logan comes too. 
“Gonna bend that sweet ass over my knee tonight. When all the babies are in bed.” He murmurs hotly in her ear so the boys can’t hear. Emma smiles at him as he settles into the couch next to her with Liam. Logan curls into Emma’s arms. His little feet go over to his brother and he starts kicking. Liam begins to do the same immediately.
“Hey!” Emma and Timo say at the same time, grabbing the feet of the respective twin in their arms. 
“They just had to be boys.” Emma chuckles, leaning her back into Timo. He wraps an arm across her chest, gripping her opposite shoulder to keep her close.
“The universe knew I couldn’t have three girls.” Timo laughs as Logan starts to gnaw on Timo’s arm. Emma cups his little chin, wiggling it so he releases his dad’s skin. Emma smirks at the sweet grin he gives her. He looks like a little dinosaur with his jagged teeth. 
“Yeah, that is probably true.” She finally responds. 
Two more Livys would surely put Timo in an early grave.
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Hello! 😊
3. would you prefer punishment or reward tickles?
4. what kind of teasing gets to you most/what kind of teasing is your favorite to dish out?
5. what does it take to make you flustered about tickling?
8. what’s your favorite thing about being tickled/tickling someone?
9. what’s your laugh like?
13. wake up or before bed tickles?
20. are there any spots you personally find underrated? where are they?
23. are there any tickle scenes you’ve seen that have stuck with you? what were they from?
Hey!! Thanks so much for the asks; I’m having a bit of a shitty night, so this made it man ❤️🔥
I’m a switch—so looks like I’ll be answering both parts to this questionnaire. Goody! 🥹
3. Tickles are tickles 😂 I crave the sadism and affection of both types listed. I’m a softer Ler/Lee and simply melt whenever praise is involved (giving or receiving). So we’ll go reward tickles!
4. Verbal teasing is a huge part of the tickling experience for me. While the word ‘tickle’ doesn’t absolutely mortify me anymore, being cooed at or mocked while I’m screaming with laughter is 😍🥰 I want it to stop, be grinned at, and then informed I’m going to get it again right before I’m attacked.
4. PT 2: Some of my favorite phrases: “What’s the matter? Does it tickle that bad, huh? Why don’t you get up then.” “I got you! Guess what happens next?” *series of raspberries followed by my Lee’s squealy pleas* I love peppering some ‘tickle tickles’ in there…and have you ever had your Lee so flustered and adorably tortured, that you can’t help but smile and tease “Cootchie cootchie coo?” Fuck 🤪🙃
5. All I have to do is see/hear/walk into anything tickling related 😀🥹☺️ It drives me crazy, but you know what the beauty of aging is? 35 year old me can hold that shit in REALLY well. 18 year old me struggled. #truestorybro
8. My favorite aspect of tickling someone is their laughter; My childhood was actually pretty fucked up…and I’ve always loved being around smiley, happy people. They made me feel safe ❤️ I feel safe in this community. That said, this is why I am so in touch with my Ler side…I want to be the reason for that laughter. I want to drive a ticklish girl I give several shits about to the edge of her sanity before pulling them back, and assuring them they’re safe with me also. ❤️🥹
8. PT 2: Touch is my love language. I feel so many endorphins racing through my body while being tickled. I love experiencing the desperation and fear, having something else to think about as my Ler smirks and taunts me over my ticklishness endlessly.
9. I have several laughs, like many 😂 I’d have to say the most prominent is kinda high pitched and squeaky, kind of childish really. 🫠
13. Giving wake up tickles and getting my karma before bed 😑😫
20. Underrated tickle spots??? BRO YES!! Roof of the mouth (seriously, try it if you haven’t. Fuck me, I know.) elbows…including elbow pits, huh @lalalalee-ish ? 😈
23. LOL! I have many stories; Shit. One in particular would probably be this book I read. Can’t remember the name of course, but it involved two women who were romantically connected having a tickle fight in public. The stronger one pinned her lover down, and raspberried under her arm to make her scream with an audience watching 😂😂😂 Hilarious and sexy!
This was a lot of fun 💯🔥 thanks again!
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the-void-writes · 27 days
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OC in 15 or Less
Thank you @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the tag! Anyone is welcome to hop on, and I’ll tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tryingtimi @magefaery just in case you guys would like to join, no pressure 💖
The rules are to use 15 lines of dialogue or less that capture the vibes or personality of your character. Bonus points for being able to do it with one line, but it’s okay if you need more than one for context.
For this one, we’re doing Will from Freaks Of Preston. I tried to capture both his dramatic and funnier moments, but I’ve come to the realization that this kid is in desperate need of a personality lol
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1. “What for?! He doesn’t even love me!” Will rolled up his sleeve, revealing the pale scars that ran across his arm. “I’m his little burden, the curse on his family— Why does he insist on keeping me?!”
2. “I just got you back. I’m not losing you, never again.”
3. He hopped off the bed in a flash, ignoring the pain that shot through his legs, and the spinning in his head.
“Where is he,” Will said, “did he make it—”
“Will, you can’t get up yet!” Sarah pulled him back. “You have to rest.”
4. “You can call me anything, really— except William.” He scrunched his face up. “Or Willy. That just sounds like an old man.”
5. “How can you stand it?!” The boy waved his arms wildly. “They talk all sweet and act like they’re sorry, but they never even liked Jason to begin with. They’re glad he’s dead!”
6. Will grinned. “Is that… disco? The cheesy, seventies disco music that you rolled your eyes at six years ago?”
Jason shoved the CD back onto the shelf, clearing his throat excessively. “You didn’t see that.”
“No, I think I did.”
7. “Pay them no mind,” Vesely said. “They’re going to be bitter. You’re not to blame for it.”
Oh, I know, Will thought, an unamused frown flickering across his face, believe me.
8. Jin poked his shoulder. “So when’s the wedding, huh?”
Will huffed. “I just found out that people can be attractive, I don’t think we’ll get to ‘marriage’ levels for a while.”
9. “Yeah, it sucks to be sick all the time. On the other hand, I haven’t slept this easily in years.”
10. “I only started fighting because you made me. I wasn’t trying to be a hero or a god… I just wanted my family back.”
11. “There they are, the triumphant heroes!” Henry hugged them both over the side of the couch. “You survived your day with that old devil and his family. How do you feel?”
Jason and Will let out a simultaneous “ehhhh” of fatigue.
12. “I know a lot of you are hurt, but we need to get you out of this car in case it collapses. If you can move, I want you to head towards the door in the back. I’ll help any of you who are injured.”
13. “I get it, okay? I’m a filthy fucking Freak with no place in your world, and nothing I do will ever be enough for any of you. I’m sorry you have problems with us, but I really— really— don’t care! There are people up there waiting for us, and I’m gonna make sure they get to see their families again. Can we at least come together on that?!”
14. “I spent so long trying to pretend I was Human, and I hated it. There’s so many amazing things I can do, if I just stop hiding who I am.” Will stared at his hands. “I want to be proud of myself, for once.”
15. “Take whatever you need from me, just leave them alone.”
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skyepleaseleave · 2 years
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Some PJO cabin 4 head canons
because writing headcanons is apparently the only thing I’m good at 😭 
1. The people of the demeter cabin are actually really chaotic, but try to maintain a cottagecore ✨vibe✨ to mess with people.
2. The Demeter cabin just hates winters, apart from the whole hades-persephone thing that went down with their mothers, it’s just a bad time for them and a lot of them sometimes go into depression during this time.       -Chiron tries to make their side of the camp seem warmer and more cozy during this time of the year because he knows how much it affects them, the cabin 4 kids are always grateful to him for that.
3. The Demeter kids almost always look well put together, but if you look closely you can see their messy hair, and fingernails caked with dirt, and dark circles. Most of this is just from working in the forest, and some of it is just evidence of them having fun and taking advantage of their weak demigod scent by leaving camp as much as possible.
4. The summers are always the liveliest there. The Stollscan prank their cabin thrice in a day, but none of them seem to bother. It’s such a sunny, happy time! Why should annoying people ruin it for them?
5. A young girl once came to camp carrying her pet rabbit, and since she was an all-year camper, the entire cabin took it upon themselves to raise it as a joint effort. The girl named her bunny, and none of the other kids could argue with that logic.
6. The Demeter kids are usually always kind, and radiate a warm energy, but mess with them once? Well, you never know, maybe you’ll just wake with poison ivy surrounding your cabin. 
7. There’s a long-standing rivalry between the Hermes and Demeter cabins. It slowed down once both the head councellors of the respective cabins got over their immaturity and started dating, obviously, but never came to a complete hault.  
8. Most of the younger Demeter campers spend most of their days outside in the forest or the fields, sometimes even... forgetting to return. One time, there was a 13-hour long search for a missing 8 year old camper, only to find her asleep in the middle of the forest. 
9. Quite a few Demeter kids have anger issues, which they seem to have got from the maternal side of their family. 
10. They have a secret hideout!! It’s located a little further into the forest, so only the Demeter kids know about it. And it’s just a small tent with some cozy lights, a small bed and some books in case the person is REALLY not feeling well, and a small old-style cable tv.       -All the Demeter kids know the way there, and also know they’re free to go there when they’re feeling down or just want to be alone for a while.      -It is, however, not allowed to leave without notifying ANYBODY else, even the head councellor if you want to, because that will worry a ton of people. Also, you’re probably going there to be alone, so it’s best that people know not to go there.      -Also an unspoken rule, nobody talks about why the person left unless they bring it up.
11. Everyone there is so aesthetically pretty. They have messy hair, and clothes that look like they’ve definitely been worn atleast fifty times, and messy hands, and wide grins. Nobody can not love them 
12. They have an old-timey radio in their cabin, that the Hermes kids stole first but then gave to them. However, they can never settle on one channel, and it’s only used when there are very few people together in the cabin.
Okay, that’s all. This was definitely longer than most of my other posts, wow, but I am really proud of it lol.
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awakemysoul69 · 6 months
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I did stuff y’all!
Specifically my nails! I’ve not had polish on in probably 4 years at least. Definitely before Covid, because once that happened I was pretty much a hermit. Before that I just about always had them done. I just liked how it looked.
This is quite a “feet” (lol puns!) considering I can’t straighten my fingers, can’t even see parts of the nails, and there’s not really a way to set the hand in a way that I can both paint the nail and keep it still. Even my toes are affected and hard to move.
But I did it. I’ve noticed I’m starting to feel a bit like myself again, over 5 years since my diagnosis. Having something like that happen, totally upending your entire life/job/income/home, really messes you up for a while.
Things have been pretty stable for a bit (knock on wood furiously), and I miss the old me. Parts of her anyway.
So while it’s a small thing, it’s also a big one. Appreciate those small things, they’re bigger than you think.
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chuuuvi · 2 months
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Chuang Asia Thailand Episode 1!
It’s been too long since I got into a survival show lol. I mean my last one was Girls Planet 999 and that was 2 years ago! So anyway I’ll be taking you all with me on this journey by posting the notes I took while watching the episode plus my current top 9. Spoilers ahead!!
•First off before you ask where I’m watching: it’s on the Tencent Video app and it’s free. Ooh and if you’re also watching pls let me know so we can talk about it together!
•I’m happy to see Nene as a mentor! I loved her when I watched Chuang 2020
•This is produced by Jackson Wang? They’ve got TEN??? Okay Chuang Asia I’m interested.
•Looking at the contestant list and of course there are 14 year olds. Don’t vote for the 14 year olds you guys. My personal age minimum for voting is gonna be 17 so I won’t consider anyone younger than that. Contestants that are over 18 get my preference though. The idol industry is bad enough for adults, I’d prefer if we didn’t debut minors as well. I know ironic coming from someone who ults Yeseo lol. (She was the youngest active kpop idol when she debuted in Busters.)
•Also they're really going hard with this being international. This makes Mnet look pathetic for what they did in Girls Planet lol.
•Oh the flirting part with Jasmine was so akwarrrrrrd. 100% secondhand embarrassment.
•I felt bad for Elyn when she was crying and said “No Filming!” But they proceeded to just zoom in on her crying face :( TURN THE CAMERA AWAY FROM HER!
•The trip.com ads are so funny to me because these survival show ads where they pretend to use a product are usually for stuff like snacks or beverages or makeup. But they’ve got these girls pretending to casually book a flight lmao
•The barbie group having only one member thats older than 16 and then proceeding to perform Barbie World where they say stuff like “that pussy so cold” and “he spank me when I get bad” -_- Someone should have made them pick another song.
•OOOH the Avex group’s performance of Left Right was great. Maybe the best of the episode although Mindy was really impressive too.
•Ilene’s little fan moment with Jackson was adorable!
•They announced the first top 9 but I feel like we’re still missing some performances?? Is that an editing thing to get that ranking in the first episode and we ares still going to get more next episode or did they just skip some people? Like I don’t think we saw Ruan and I was waiting for her. I could have sworn there were some CSR members too and I haven’t seen them perform either. I guess we’ll see.
• I watched the theme song on YouTube and it’s so cute!! Weird that it’s all about summer when this is airing in winter though. Is it summer in Thailand?? I thought they were above the equator. Okay yeah they are so idk why they’re singing a song about it being summer. Also I got spoiled for Ruan center! Now I know they wouldn’t just skip her. There’s got to be more intro round performances next episode.
•Okay so my Top 9 picks will be based on who performed in this first episode only so I’m sure it’ll change a lot after ep. 2.
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1. R-Jing - She blew me away in the extra performance. Her singing was so pretty! She’s so cute too and apparently trained at SM?? I always latch onto a girl first episode and this is my girl!
2. Akina - Maybe it’s bc of her experience in her past group but she seems really comfortable on stage. I like her vibe and she’s clearly very talented. She seems really nice and down to earth.
3. Rinka - I looked back at her gp999 performances and I can see why I didn’t remember her. She seems to have improved so much though! Her voice stood out positively and she’s got some star power I didn’t see in her old performances. I’m excited to see more of this new Rinka!
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4. Lissa - I don’t know how to feel about her strange vibe but I liked her performance. Lots of energy and a nice voice. I’m very intrigued by her at this point.
5. MingMing- such a clear and pretty voice!!! Her and Pangjang together were both the vocal highlights of their team’s performance but MingMing is the only one of the two thats over my voting age limit.
6. Mamcú - Really interesting and beautiful voice. Apparently she competed on the Voice?? We’ll need to wait and see how she does with dancing but she seems really earnest about her desire to he an idol not just a singer so I’ll put my faith in her!
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7. Shye - We barely got to see her performance but I was intrigued by what we saw. I don’t know if she can dance yet but I’ll find out soon enough. And lets be real, I have a lil crush on her and thats enough to get you in the top 9 at this point in the game. I mean look at her in her leather jacket!
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8. Emma - Her dancing was great and she choreographs her own stuff too! I was really impressed by her dance skills both in her extra performance and the dance battle!
9. Tegan - gorgeous gorgeous deep voice! She’s so pretty too! I really liked her but I have no idea if she can dance. I feel like if she could she would have shown it since she got two performances so I’m hesitant.
Honorable Mentions:
Krista Shim - I’m not voting for Krista because she’s under the age I decided on being my voting limit but honestly I’d put money on her making it to the final group. You can just tell with these shows. It's in the way they edit it.
Mao Xiu Ling & Mao Xiu Ting - Of course we have a pair of twins! I’ve always loved this survival show gimmick. I love their look and their dance together was really cool! 
Kaylen - The other half of the Hawaiian Duo! Kaylen pulling Jackson Wang up to the stage with her was such a power move. I didn’t like her solo performance as much as her partner Tegan’s though
Praew- I liked her energy when she introduced herself and then her dancing was insane! I will not be voting for her because she’s 15. She's just a baby.
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