#what do i even tag this as anymore holy moly
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Prologue. Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX. Part X.
Story Content Warning: Rate M for mature content (minors DNI!!!) including but not limited to: mentions of drug use/smoking, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual scenarios, angst that will make your head spin and more to add
Chapter Warning: panic attack symptoms at end of chapter, moose is a good boy :3
a/n: (unedited) life decided to take a big ol' doodoo on me this part, between writer's block and probably one of the worst months of my life to date. i apologize that this part is a little short. I'll be putting out a 6.5 part after this with some background of MusicMan and Hotshot so you can get a better feel for them to make up for it <3
thank you again for all of your support. x marlie
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Part VI: Remembrance
Misha opened the front door of the house and let it creak shut behind her. The air was completely still and the open foyer echoed with every step of her boots. She untied them with tired hands and let her duffle fall to the floor of the landing. She’d deal with the mess in the morning.
Moose immediately trotted up the stairs, a little yawn leaving his jowls while he waited for his mistress to follow. She smiled at her boy, the shepherd seemingly smiling back, when two taps of a pen on wood shook her from her focus. The single beam of light coming from the old chandelier in the dining room highlighted the face of a very stern looking Tom Kazansky.
Iceman sat at the head of the kitchen table like a king at his throne with a hot cup of tea in his fingers. He pursed his lips at the steaming liquid and eyed her fiercely behind his glasses. Busted, was all his glare could say. Misha’s throat was closing as she met his gaze, nodding her head to Moose to give him permission to go to sleep. The hound let out a small whine and stamped his feet on the carpeted floors in protest, but ultimately turned himself to the room to hunker down for the night.
Misha slinked over to sit near her father in her usual seat at the table, her mother’s spot separating the two. Tom put down his mug and crossed his fingers on the mahogany. Her own were fumbling with her cuticles.
You’re late. His fingers were lazy in their movement while he signed. Misha knew after falling asleep in his chair this morning that her father was probably dead tired from waiting up for her. The lieutenant glanced at the grandfather clock in the den: 10:56. It was way past both of their bedtimes.
Rooster and I were talking and I lost track of time. It wasn’t a lie in the slightest. Although her conversation with the aviator was short in comparison to her smoke “break”, she needed to make sure she had a good alibi that her father could track if he decided to pursue it. You knew I was on base, though. Did you really have to stay up?
He gave a tight lipped smile. Yes. To make sure my girl comes home.
Misha scowled, shaking her head in embarrassment. I’m not a kid anymore, dad. I don’t need a curfew.
You weren’t a kid the last time you were out on your own after sundown. You were a grown woman in handcuffs, Tom started, locking his ice blue orbs with her emerald ones. The time before that, you had your bags packed and left the base in Jacksonville. Before that, you were in a hospital bed after the accident. You weren’t a kid at all at any of those times. I just don’t trust the sun when it comes to you, my Misha. His fingers leaped towards the sign name that he had given her. Misha’s heart jingled like a bell at the affection, but this was not the time for flattery.
Iceman not liking the sun fits, but I’m Hotshot. The heat is ok. I’m not dead yet. She chuckled to lighten the mood. Tom Kazansky didn’t budge. She gulped, gaze breaking towards the kitchen. Is there hot water left?
Stove, he motioned, signaling at the single burner still reddened. The kettle fizzed out steaming water while Misha dropped a chamomile tea bag into her favorite old mug. Perhaps it would lull her to sleep a bit easier after their conversation.
She stood against the countertop to stay her antsy legs from shaking. Misha took a sip and nearly torched her tonsils with the herbal liquid. She hissed while mashing her tongue on the roof of her mouth, “Hot hot hot hot!”
Was it? Tom’s sarcasm laid through his upturned brows and coy smile, taking another sip of his tea. I thought you were ok with heat.
She rolled her eyes while she nursed her swollen tongue. Tom patted the seat beside him, Sunny’s seat, for his eldest daughter to join. Hesitantly, she crawled onto the rattan chair.
It felt wrong.
I trust you. His expressions was grim. I just don’t want to be asleep when the phone rings about you.
Not if. When.
Misha could only stare into the rippling chamomile tea and bit back the frustrated tears prickling in the back of her eyes. “I’m fine, dad. I’m not who I used to be. I’m fine. Just… Give me some space, please.”
She didn’t look up. They stayed in a heavy silence until he tapped her arm, his warm palm resting on her skin. His voice was graveled; a whisper.
“Earn it first.”
Red seeped into her vision.
“EARN IT?!”
Misha didn’t stand to hold back her voice anymore. She shot up from the seat, knocking it over to clatter to the floor. She met his eyes while smoke licked inside of her lungs and fire burned hotter on her tongue than her tea. Chamomile be damned, there was no calming this blaze in her chest. “I’ve earned it over and over again for three damn years. I haven’t caused trouble, I got my own job, I’ve doing everything you say for this stupid, PERFECT, family facade you have going on here without a hitch in my acting skills and— AND! I even took this ridiculous position you gave me without a fucking FIGHT! Even though I knew it was just going to end up making me a laughing stock of the entire Navy! I did it for you!”
Her chest was heaving as she leaned over the table. Tom’s gaze softened a fraction, but he didn’t flinch a moment otherwise at her outburst. He simply stared at his daughter working through her emotions: he was a stone wall and she was crumbling like chalk.
She could have reached out her hands and they would have been on his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll in incredulousness. Did he just not see? Did he choose not to in order to keep her locked away in this gilded cage? She wanted to scream, are you blind now, too?, but figured that wouldn’t go over well.
The flicking on of the hall light revealed a disheveled Sarah, robed and distressed, barefoot, in the hall. Her stare bounced between the two of them, mouth slightly agape. “Misha, honey, what’s going on?”
“It’s nothing, Mom. Nothing.”
Her throat stung from her screams. She couldn’t even look at her mother. Did she see her the same way, too? Incompetent? Unworthy of her freedom?
Did she still see her daughter as a fucked up little girl that couldn’t be trusted?
Misha grit her teeth to look back at her father. The wetness on her cheeks was forgotten, cold and sticking to her skin. “You know, Dad, when I was little? I wanted to be just like you. I tried so hard to live up to your expectations: Ice cold. No mistakes. But you know what I’ve realized after everything that’s happened to me? I never was like you, no matter how hard I tried to be. I couldn’t be. I’m not ice, I’m fire; the chaos of life always sang to me. It made me feel like I was home.”
She turned away from the table to stand just past her mother. She didn’t turn back. “I thought once that the songs were lying to me, but you know what? I shouldn’t have doubted them for a minute. At least they tell me the truth. They’re more my family than you ever were.”
“Misha,” Sarah hissed, but the aviator didn’t turn around. She trudged up the stairs to find Sunny and Jude standing outside of their respective rooms. “Way to go, big mouth,” her sister mumbled as she passed. Her under eye patches were slipping and her satin headband was crooked. Jude’s eyebrows were upturned in concern.
Misha ignored them both, slamming her bedroom door closed.
—
“And what would you tell his family?”
Maverick was busy grilling into the aviators while Misha sat perched behind her desk, analyzing and repeating different velocities and speeds of the aircrafts during their drills. Drill reviews were necessary for a mission like this because it allowed for careful dictation to find the exact flaws in each pilot’s flying to correct for optimal speed and precision.
Although everyone’s numbers were steadily increasing from their first dog fighting simulation (Hangman’s more so than anyone else’s), the graphs were not excelling anywhere near where they were projected to be to have full success over the mission. The room was constantly fidgeting with anxiety and tension as Maverick continued to present to the aviators.
“Why did you leave your wingman, Hangman?”
“Well, sir, they just couldn’t keep up.”
Misha bristled. Something about his response left her spine tingling and her cheeks heated. It could have been the sly smirk she wanted to slap off of his lips, his beady green eyes or that stupid fucking toothpick he kept flipping between his perfect teeth. She forced her fingers to continue to rock calculations rather than have them clench in a fist.
Rooster’s eyes rolled nearly in the back of his skull at his callous response. “That’s how people die, Hangman. You can’t just speed through a mission like this without your wingman.”
“Success requires the fastest finishers, bird brain.”
“Don’t tell that to your next conquest in bed, Hangman,” Bob spat, fiddling with the pen in his fingers. He paused as the words left his lips and looked up sheepishly. His eyes were as large as a doe’s. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”
Phoenix did her best to hide her chuckle beside her WSO and patted him on his shoulder. Hangman threw an insulted, pointed glare at the other man. Bob nearly curled into his seat, flushed.
“Alright, reign it in,” Maverick clashed. “This is serious. What’s going on here isn’t teamwork. Watching these training sessions has been like watching mercenaries that don't care for their comrades. Hotshot, numbers please.”
Misha switched the screens on the projector to reveal her most recent number set. The screen lit itself mostly with yellow and red bands. A singular green brick in Hangman’s speed section was the only pop of difference on the graphs.
Misha stood, her knee popping to crack. Her body hurt more today than it had in months thanks to a brewing thunderstorm and she was certainly not in the mood for a lecture.
But duty called.
“You can see here,” she started, “that numbers are up trending in comparison to the last mission change.” The graphs moved side by side as she swapped the numbers, noticing a general uptick on her scatter plot. “Which would be sufficient if this mission was, say, two months away. But here, aviators, we have less than two weeks. You want to see what numbers you should have projected at this point?”
Another click. The next graph was nearly double the angle of the current plot. The pilots sat up straighter in their chairs. A chorus of groans echoed through the group.
“Not even close. The numbers speak for themselves. This is unacceptable work. Get. Serious.”
Misha’s gaze drifted directly to Jake who was nonchalantly twisting his toothpick in his fingers. His lips were tight as he eyed the graph, his irises flicking back and forth along the axis. This Jake, the stern one with the cogs spinning in his head, was the one she remembered the most. The Jake she knew was a problem solver, not a problem starter. He flicked his head up at the graph.
“Your numbers are off.”
Misha paused. “Excuse me?”
“They’re off. You underestimated my acceleration equation.”
Her teeth grit. Spoke too soon. “I can assure you I pulled the information directly from your Hornet’s black box, Hangman. This is as accurate as it can get.”
“Then your information is incorrect because I can guarantee that my acceleration was at least 850 knots based on my speedometer on my last pass with pops over there.”
“Even if I were for some god forsaken reason wrong, Hangman, your one stat value wouldn’t make a difference in the positive for the overall team equation.” Misha inputted his new value of 850 to the chart, seeing exactly one point move on the scatterplot higher than the average. “All you did was create a further outlier to decrease the sensitivity of the upwards progression. In fact, you might have actually worsened the average by your acceleration nonsense. Let’s check, shall we?”
Surely enough, the p-value, previously showing significance of change, proved the graph now insignificant. There was now statistically no progression to the aviators’ data with Jake’s rumored 850 knots.
Coyote groaned in his seat while Payback glared full laser beams at the back of Jake’s head. Fanboy let out low whistling, shaking his head side to side.
Hangman’s cheeks were flaming and finally, he tore his eyes away from the projector. His mouth shut for the rest of the debriefing. His fingers never stopped fiddling with his toothpick
“Lieutenant.” Misha gingerly placed herself back in her seat. “Would you like a glass of water to wash your foot down your mouth now or later?”
He remained silent. A pin drop would have sounded like a cymbal.
“Dismissed. Watch your emails tonight for instructions for tomorrow,” Maverick began. “Be prepared for… physical work.”
—
Misha lit her cigarette on the walk out of the hangar with Moose trailing a few feet in front of her. Her briefcase was hitched under her armpit as she balanced a forgotten, overpriced latte in her opposite hand. She was going to need all the caffeine she could consume if she was going to make it through all of the paperwork she’d been delaying.
“Misha.”
She turned around to find the one and only Jake Seresin standing before her. Alone, and shockingly vulnerable with his flight suit tied around his waist. A black tank was the only thing he had on his chest. She stopped walking for him to catch up, his torso nearly ramming into hers as he overshot his stride. He looked disheveled. A fat, wet curl of hair hung down to his eyebrows. She could smell faded sandalwood cologne and the starch in his uniform under the staunch Irish Spring soap. Moose, realizing that his charge had stopped, went directly between her legs to keep Jake’s distance. Surprisingly, the aviator respected it and backed away.
“Can I help you, Lieutenant?”
His jaw clenched while she saw the wheels in his brain turning on how to say what he wanted to. “Can I… can I ask a stupid question?”
“Better than anyone I know.” Misha took another sip from her drink, adjusting her briefcase. “What is it? I’m on curfew and I don’t wanna leave Admiral Kazansky waiting at the dinner table again.”
“Why?”
His posture was tight, his shoulders nearly shrugged to his ears in tension. Why? “Why what?”
“Why did you do that? Why did you have to embarrass me like that?”
“Embarrass you? No, Jake, you did that to yourself.” She lifted a leg to release Moose from the cage of her knees and turned away from him. “You were trying to embarrass me by proving me wrong. You think I’d let your boasting go unchallenged? I’m not pitiful enough to let you get your way, you brown nose. I’ll rub your face in your bullshit just like I used to in TOPGUN. I’m not afraid of you.”
Jake moved himself back into the front of her vision. His fingers flexed open and closed at his sides. He was coiling like a rattlesnake while the vein in his forehead throbbed. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to realize I’m right: t’s too dangerous for you to be here, in the air or otherwise. I still have no clue what Iceman was thinking about bringing you back here.”
Misha’s nose upturned. “I’m not some fragile piece of glass, Seresin. I’m healed and healthy. The admiral obviously thought that my skills were unmatched and were needed for this particular mission.” She pulled a drag from her cigarette and stomped it out prematurely under her boot. A shame. “Frankly, the more I’m seeing, the more right he was this whole time.”
“I want you to resign from this mission, Misha.”
For the second time that day, her blood pressure tipped over the edge. Her eyes were daggers as she met his gaze with her own. “No, Jake.”
“If you don’t, your connections are going to put everyone here in danger.”
“My connections? With who? Mav and Rooster? Phoenix? Coyote? You? Hangman, I’m not even flying with you guys. Get that through your skull.”
Jake’s hands grabbed at her shoulders and shook her with a grip so tight, Misha wasn’t sure if she would be bruised. “I lost you once, I’m not losing you again, Misha.”
Moose’s patience snapped.
His fangs were bared as he jumped between the two, snarling with his haunches raised at the aviator. Jake immediately pivoted back and Moose pressed forward to detach Jake from her shoulders. Misha’s knees had given way and she was on the ground before she even realized that Moose jumped in. Her guardian was immediately by her side as soon as Jake was far enough away that he couldn’t touch her anymore.
She was dizzy. Her head was spinning with sandalwood, tobacco, and him. Why did he–
“I can’t, Misha. I can’t. I won’t be responsible this time.”
Her breathing was ragged as she did her best to bring her droopy vision towards her former wingman. A single tear slid down his cheek and he was slumped on his knees in front of her.
“I wasn’t fast enough. But I am now. I am now, and I’m not going to let y-”.”
Jake’s lips were moving at hyperspeed, but Misha heard nothing but static. Moose was nudging harshley at her arm. Lay down. She did, her head resting on her briefcase. He laid directly on top of her chest to apply pressure. Was Hangman still talking? Was Moose barking? She couldn’t tell, the ringing in her ears was so fucking loud. She couldn’t speak. When did her arms get so heavy?
It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, but eventually, a hand swiped itself across her sweaty forehead. It pushed the hair out of her head while a pair of arms lifted her into the sky. She couldn’t find the strength to open her eyes against the damn ringing in her head. If she stayed still… Maybe… Just maybe.
Maybe just this once.
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Two Selfies and a GIF
Male Reader x Naoi Rei
Length: 2341 words
Tags: lovers on vacation, teasing and tempting, public sex, blowjob, overstimulation, face fuck, gagging, standing sex, anal, sweat, body appreciation, anal creampie, thrill of maybe getting caught
TW: sex in a public space, also barely any editing
Inspiration: an ask from quite some time ago
(A/N: I hope this fic makes you say Holy Moly. @writerpeach because he wanted another Rei piece lol)
“Another sunny day! <3 Hope to see you all soon~”
You jump from your bed. Most of the time, you have no clue where the feeling of deja vu comes from, but this one is still palpable. A year ago, you were on vacation with Rei on some warm, small island nation, blessed with endless sunshine and she sent a similar selfie with a similar caption. Her hair was still brown back then, if your memory serves you right.
Unlike last time however, you can’t dig straight into her cute pussy. Rei is not on the bed beside you, although that’s where she took the picture. In fact, she’s not even in the hotel room anymore. You check the washroom a final time before looking back down on your phone.
“Where are you?”
“By~ the~ pool~”
The phone has yet to disappear in the pockets of your shorts when you’ve already stormed out of the empty hotel room and towards the elevators. Alright, she said something about going to the pool, you remember, but you didn’t even notice that she took the selfie earlier. Hopefully this won’t end in a chase of never ending teases because you missed the moment she was horny and right next to you.
You jump out of the elevator and across the lobby, both staff and visitors confused by your hurried, hectic behavior given the calm, vacation atmosphere. Your urgent need to feel your girlfriend's body, to see that face, adorned by beautiful blonde hair, with thick lips and a lewd glint in her eyes, it’s easily overtaking your desire of being perceived as normal.
“By the pool isn’t accurate enough,” you puff and pant while your eyes go over the many, many pools and parasols and people. It seems Rei isn’t in the water or on one of the loungers, so you once again reach for your phone—just to be greeted by a couple of private messages.
“Still need you to fill these cheeks~ or did you mean my other cheeks?!”
The wink, the tongue bite, the v-pose. She can never post this picture or else all those horny fanboys would blow infinite loads to it (not like they aren’t already doing it; don’t kid yourself). It’s sexy, tempting, only meant for you. You know what she wants, what she needs, what you promised her, yet she continues to play with you.
Until suddenly, another message. A third selfie? Even better.
“I hope you remember where this is~”
The changing booths by the pool. The unmistakable brown walls and baby blue curtains. Rei has complained about their design choice on the day of your arrival, now she’s there doing tik-tok-instagram-dance-challenge-thingys, flaunting what you’ve been craving. Needless to say you sprint there as fast as possible, disregarding all the warning signs about slipper tiles or blissfully ignorant tourists.
You’re on your way to bliss, and nothing will stop you.
Rei sticks out among the few people in the area. Her tall figure, her blonde hair, not a second later and you get a hold on her shoulders and drag her into the next booth. The Japanese girl doesn’t even seem fazed.
“There you are,” she sultrily says, eyes on yours through the mirror wall. Good heavens, you forgot about that thing. It’s going to be so much fun. With a single swoop you close the curtain and take a closer look at Rei’s fuckable body through the mirror.
“You look to good not to fuck,” you groan and pinch her cheeks, looking at her duckface, mesmerized by how plump her lips are, how good they will feel. Rei winks again and your hand is already past the waistband of your shorts. “Get on your knees, now.”
Rei’s smile is horny when she pulls down your shorts while getting on eye level with your cock, which jumps free and barely, sadly misses her face with the removal of your briefs. Rei spits in her hand and pumps you, focused on every inch of your hot rod. Suddenly, before any annoyance can urge you to do it yourself, she puts you on her lips. A heavy push that sends you back against the wall later, you're inside her and have to bite a lip to not groan out every profanity known to mankind.
Feel her tongue swirl around your cockhead while an expression of determination forms on her face. You can see that she is already planning ahead on how to make this the best head she’s ever given you. Rei has an amazing bitch face, but it also fills you with thread. You have to surrender to her mouth, her lips, her tongue—now her hands that grab your hips and then—
“Oh, fuck, ouh fuck!”
Rei slams her head back and forth, your cock going in and out almost fully with every single repetition, while she gags and slobbers on every centimeter she forces into herself. A bizarre thing, face fucking herself on you, for your pleasure, yet you are about to wince for mercy. Rei’s mouth is perfect, but it’s all too fast, without warning she grinds the top, then the back of her tongue on your sensitive slit. You leak, you hiss, you struggle to stand or think.
“Re-Rei, t-too much, fuck.”
Rei pops you free from her lips, but they look eager to go back to it and apply even more pressure on your cock. She firmly holds the base of your dick and glares at you.
“Then do it yourself, pussy. Fill my cheeks already.”
It’s like she’s given you the controller to a video game back; though this is vastly superior than anything you have ever played. You pull at her hair, force her to cry out before flailing backwards against the opposite wall of the booth. This time you lay your cock on her lips on your own merit.
“I’ll make you take that back.”
Pry her slutty mouth open, hope she is ready for impact and make her entire body convulse when you slam your pelvis into her face. The feeling of her tight, gagging throat is a lot different when you're in control, not better, not worse, though you like that Rei can take your roughness so well.
You close your eyes and begin to thrust, rarely giving her time to breathe, never giving yourself time to rest. The generously wet expedition into Rei's throat both feels like finding something new and being at home. A familiar warm feeling and alien sounds, your girlfriend's deepthroats are one of a kind.
Rei is opportunistic, her tongue now out of her mouth, receiving hits by your balls as you continue to fuck her face. It's one of those days apparently, when she is for some damn reason completely enamored with your sac. Maybe she likes the hisses that escape your lips because of the extra stimulation, maybe she is just impatient and wants what's inside of them.
When her already generously big and round cheeks are the biggest and roundest, you finally pull out and let her cough out the pool of saliva, two smaller pools underneath her eyes are also letting loose. You smack her purple-blue lips with your stiff length.
"I thought you could take it," you laugh at a set of coughs by Rei.
"I, hng, thought you'd fill my cheeks.
"Loser."
"Okay, get up."
Cheeky grin on her lips, Rei pushes herself off the ground and you push up something of your own, her tight crop top. You struggle to get the white fabric over her bountiful tits, but she is quick to help you by stretching out her arms high in the air. After a couple of tugs, you see the two massive melons bounce freely—or not. Two laughably tiny patches of silk, connected to each other and Rei’s neck form a bikini that is definitely too sexy for this pool, for any pool.
“You really wanted to go out there wearing this?” you question, a finger already hooked in one of the patches.
“No, that’s why I’m still here~”
“Then it’s confiscated.”
A single pull and the bikini top falls off as if spider webs held it together. Now they are free, Rei’s magnificent melons, round like her cheeks, soft like her thighs, the nipples stiff like you. Before you give them a squeeze however, you surprise your girlfriend by roughly yanking up her skirt to above her hips. Rei yelps and loses her balance, but one of her hands finds safety on the mirror, mirror on the wall.
“Very unlike you to not go straight for my chest,” Rei teases, her voice still stable though her stand becomes a lot less stable when you get behind her and plant her firmly in front of the mirror. Now she needs both hands to not fall over with how you manhandle her light yet astoundingly thick frame.
“They will get enough appreciation later.” Put emphasis on these words by nibbling her ear. She trembles in excitement.”I want to hear you say it again.”
“Say what again?” Rei once more teases, as you hook a finger into the flimsy excuse of a thong she’d call a stylish bikini, ready to reveal both her aroused entrances. “Oh, that.
“I need you to fill my ass cheeks with your sticky load, pretty please.”
So fake, so lewd, yet so incomparably preposterous. The moment her bikini bottom falls down her long legs, Rei presses her bottom against your cock and it takes barely any effort for you to get it inside her. Talking about bottom, you're close to bottoming out, but Rei’s cute yet also growling cry has you scrambling to find something to gag her. You’re still in public, she can’t be that loud. All you find is the pathetic bikini, which you shove into her pretty little mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you good, but keep it down,” you groan into her ear and give in to the risky, yet irresistible desire to plow her ass. Rei is trying her best, munching and soaking the green in her mouth rather than screaming out your name. You’ll buy her a new, better bikini after this anyways. If she’d ran around in that thing for more than a minute, then you’d need to fuck her the rest of your vacation and that would be—wait, would you even mind that?
You’d do it like this all day long, her wrists in your grasp, her body slightly tilted towards the mirror while you watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her tight back entrance. Rei is at your mercy, only upright because you want to. Each inch you pull out has her scrambling for footing, but you gladly give them back to her, into her, to the point where exactly this has her knees buckling.
“Fuck you’re so… suffocating,” you mumble, the heat from your crotch spread up to your head long ago. The same goes for Rei: a hand on her freely jumping tits confirms it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when you roll a nipple in between two lazy fingers. It’s not much, but you swear it made her even tighter and less stable.
You lift a leg of hers, feel the sweaty meat of her full thigh make your hand sink deep. It reminds you of a pillow, a comfortable bed—now a waterbed because her orgasm is wet. Rei surrenders her beautiful back onto your chest, eyes closed, mouth ready to voice her pleasure but she has to keep it shut. Outside are people, laughing, gossiping, going about their lives. And in here, you recklessly pound in the still sensitive Rei.
It’s incredible how she still relaxes around you, how easy it is to fill her with a girthy cock. Honest to God, it has you tripping, forward, against the cold mirror. Rei spits out her bikini-gag when her hard nubs touch the reflective surface. You’d stop her ensuing moans from escaping her mouth, but you have to hold onto her thigh and breast. There are just not enough hands to touch every perfect part of her body—and her lips are definitely on that list.
Your orgasm is nigh, hence why you thrust frantically, the claps of a nye pelvis on nye ass now also louder than any background noise if someone is close enough. You can already hear the murmurs from behind the curtains. Someone whispers about hearing weird sounds—you have to bust before you get busted.
Rei’s fishnet-covered foot crawls up a wall. Fucking is now easier, so you put in the final gear and reach for her hips to to smash her back into you. Everything is too loud, too lewd; Rei’s expression, your expression, your combined groans, all the sweaty and love juice trailing down your legs—
The connection of your cock in her ass as if explodes on the final thrust you can muster up. Rei’s anal cavity is stretched and now stuffed to the fullest to the point where pulling out will cause a mess of cataclysmic proportions. You have to stay inside her for longer, plug up the cum filled hole as it sluttily clenches around your sensitive cock.
“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rei groans, her body limp between you and the mirror. You look at her and smile for a second. That round face, adorable, makes for great selfies and family pictures. Mere moments ago, it was drooling and moaning uncontrollably. The duality of Rei.
“Yeah, but how the fuck do we clean this up?” you ask, hands mindlessly on your girlfriend's chest.
“I don’t know, I haven't planned for this scenario. I thought you’d fuck my face and I could swallow it all and then you could fill my ass in the hotel room.”
“Well, we can still do that, but we now need to get out of here.” You try to think for a second before your eyes fall on the fallen bikini thong on the floor. You stop massaging Rei’s breasts and instead reach for her pussy, wet and flushed. “By the way, what was your goal with that ‘bikini’?”
“O-oh, you really don’t like it?”
“It’s just that I wouldn’t be able to help myself but fuck you if you wore that. It’s way too revealing. I don’t want anyone seeing the pussy I fuck and the ass I fill and the tits I fondle—”
“So you want no one seeing me?” Rei moans softly when you rub her clit.
“Yes, cause I love you so fucking much, Rei.”
“Ts, looooser~”
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the wilt of the rose ︴dr3
🥀in which.. they just cant talk to eachother
pt1! pt2!
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..me
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HEAR ME OUT
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like
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mate im gonna be honest
i dont think you can fix it
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what
why
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BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON HER YOU FUCKING DUMBASS
DANNY RIIIC
yeah i know that but like
is there fr no way back?
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ok lando back off
ok?
take a breather
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k.
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danny.
you betrayed her trust
so so much
like you will have to grovel your way back
DANNY RIIIC
ok
ok i will
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what do you like doing in your free time?
why is your name clenched buttocks (I wanna know the reason, pls its so funny lol)
what are things you're good at? (own it babe) (and i don't mean 'babe' in a weird way - just gotta clear that lol)
do you have a best friend?
do you write OG stories and/or fanfics?
one thing you hate about yourself
one thing you love about yourself
do you want a pet? if so, what pet and why
(pls at this rate, its sounding like an interview, so sorry 😂 i'm just...i have a lot of time in my hands and i decided to do this for no particular reason)
fave type of music?
what made you like bsd? and did you always like it? (cause for me, i didnt like it too much at first but it grew on me the second time around)
have you read the bsd light novels and what's your fave light novel if yes?
any pet peeves?
what's your 'ideal' partner (do you have a type like Kunikida or are you fine with anything as long as you're having fun)
Would you rather be single and rich or taken and with a normal salary?
are you happy with where you work/study?
what's your dream career?
what's the app you use the most?
would you rather draw or write?
*** (P.S just pick the ones you want to answer) **
i think im going to look like a weirdo asking so much questions but whatever. at least we dont know each other HAHA i hope you have a good day. <3 and also i love your analyses. just keep posting what you like. i find some of your posts funny lol
good day.
(# you asked and i delivered) (# just me looking for an excuse to use this line) (# cause you said you wanted more questions in your other post TT) (# also ik this isn't a real tag but i wanna be ✨creative) (# fan behavior? idk anymore lmao) okay bye mwa <3
KHJDKJKSAJDGKJSFKG I LOVE THIS I LOVE YOU I WILL BEGIN ANSWERING NOW
i have no free time. I either overwork myself or sleep. however, assuming that i've got a sliver of time to do something, I swap from one obsession to the next <3 rn it's going for insanely long bike rides and turn down every road I feel like until I'm lost,, and going to the gym like an absolute maniac bc i want my arms to be the size of a regular adult's legs
my username is what i desire in life. it is was I strive to be worthy of. it is beauty and life itself, it is the culmination of the universe's most wonderous accomplishments all squished into two raging enormous, gargantuan muscular earth shattering sea trembling ass cheeks 😩😩 (BUT in all seriousness I chose this bc I felt like having tecchousthiccthighs wasn't quite as pleasant??? eheheh buttocks is a funny word)
MY TALENT IS SAYING ANYTHING THAT CROSSES MY MIND TO STRANGERS i've been on this spree lately where I just straight up call anyone pretty when I run into them and HOLY MOLY PPL ARE SO CUTE ABT IT this is your sign to compliment someone today ✨✨ but nah baby i'm good at everything it's a curse ngl (U CAN CALL ME WTV HUN IT'S OK KJKDJFKJS UR SO ADORABLE WHAT)
no best friend bc i can't do commitment and bully friends that get too close to me 😍😍 BUT i'm gonna tag @bellyjellyfish for being my one and only and somehow not hating me thru my unironic "uwu" phase <33
I wrote a 700 page story when I was 12 and it remains unfinished bc I kept rambling and there was no plot 🕴️I love writing but abandon a whole lot of works bc I dream up the rest of the plot and go "oh well why write it now i've been there done that" I DO WRITE FANFICS 👁️👁️ I have a wp account where i wrote a bunch of awful stories and it still stands to this day! (no i will not disclose it don't even try me grr)
I hate how sexy I am 😭😭😭😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
I love how sexy I am 😳😳😳😳🥶🥶🥶🥶😜😜😜😜
I WANT A TARANTULA I WANT A TARANTULA I WAS A CHILEAN RED KNEE TARANTULA AND I WANT ONE SO BADLY OMFG I've always liked spiders but the ppl I live with would absolutely kick me out if I got one??? once i live on my own i'm def buying two cages so that whenever I have guests, I just put out the empty cage, hide the real one, and be like "oh no what happened to billy my tarantula, he escaped again :(" just to wreak havoc
(HAHA NO IT'S OK I USUALLY DO THIS TO OTHER PPL SO I APPRECIATE U SM LOL SLIDE INTO MY DMS BBG)
fav type of music is classical bc i'm edgy and not like other girls 🤩🤩🤩 something about la campanella just hit so hard when I was like 10 that I have taken it and ran, but I do listen to rnb a lot, never in just one language tho bc sometimes english sucks my d
I liked bsd as soon as I saw ranpo's silhouette in the first episode, I was like "him. I want him 🏃♀️" but it was solidified in my head as soon as I saw natsume bc 1) he's hot AF IT'S NOT FAIR I WANT HIM 2) I had been reading his irl works and fell in love, so I started exploring other bsd authors and it introduced me to gogol (i'm so in love with his writing style it's not ok) soooo yeah :)) I started reading bc someone (you know who you are) liked chuuya and I haven't looked back since, tbh it's one of my favs just bc of the characters and their depth
I've read all the light novels I could get my hands on, and I have to say stormbringer FOR THE ONLY, SOLE REASON THAT I AM IN ABSOLUTE LOVE WITH ADAM
pet peeve hmmmm idk??? i'm chill with everything except pickles I hate those mfs, but if I had to chose smth it would be when someone shoves a ship down my throat (it's me i'm bitches go stan satosugu rn)
no ideal partner! I'm aro fyi, but also I feel like I'd be chill with just abt anything?? if u match my energy, we can be partners in chaos and i'll feel understood, and if you don't, I get to learn abt a different kind of lifestyle and get to have someone sane to hold me down (or to corrupt), so either way it's a win. I find culture to be incredibly attractive, speak a language I don't or tell me about a tradition of yours with a wholesome smile and I'd move mountains for you 💖💖 teach me abt something that you're emotionally invested in and an expert, and I'm literally yours <3
haha i don't ever wanna be in a relationship so i'll take being rich,, but honestly it ain't about the money, i'd want to have a normal salary and be taken, but it just ain't my vibe ?? dunno how to explain erm-
dream career is racecar driver YOU TRAVEL ACROSS THE WORLD TO ICONIC DESTINATIONS YOU GET PAID INSANE MONEY AND YOU GO VROOM VROOM VERY FAST WHILE CONSTANTLY ALMOST DYING WHAT ELSE DO I NEED IN LIFE????
app i use most is my local library app bc i'm constantly trying to renew my books that are incredibly close to being overdue 🫡 but nahh i don't use my phone that often it still irks me i'm actually a 60 year old gilf who hates technology and complains abt kids these days
I CAN'T DRAW BUT I ALSO CAN'T WRITE YOU'VE GOT ME AT A DEADLOCK BRO??? if it's which I would rather be GOOD at, i'd say drawing bc imagine thinking abt something and just printing it out on paper??? yall fr got some magical talent omg
WHAT IF WE DO KNOW EACH OTHER THO??? WHAT IF WE'RE ACTUALLY NEIGHBORS??? CHILDHOOD FRIENDS??? YOU NEVER KNOW AND YOU PROBABLY NEVER WILL MUAHAHAHAHA i'm gonna stop now but ty for all your questions and have a wonderful day, darling <33
#tags are where i live i love that u made ur own#are u erm single#me u marriage rn#FAN BEHAVIOUR??? OMG WHY ARE U MY FAN I HAVE A FAN???#this made me giggle a lil bit bc i love talking abt myself but also hate it#fr tho i have met a whole lot of ppl on the internet just by sending them random ass questions and they just answered them like it was chil#fr nikolai kinnie moment#HOWEVER THIS WAS DEFINITELY UNEXPECTED???#i also got ur other ask i won't post it bc you said to ignore but ur so cute ily#WHY DO U STAY ANON GRR I WANT TO SEND U MY FEET PICS LOVINGLY#anywho#answering asks
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im doing urs first. just for fun
my god holy moly this got so long readmore time
1. Show your most recent wip
pspspspps [waves the prospect of ship art in front of you] if you do artfight i'll draw concordia ex machina next
2. 5 favourites of your own work?
FIVE? i don't draw that much!!! hold on i'll go browse
In no particular order! Veylin's bust painting is my fav ive done of any of those, i'm still rlly proud of nohope and planhz's sprites, i reaaaaaally love how i did the color and overlays on that abby headshot, and the dogy is an artfight attack from last year that is everything i love about my older lineless art style!!!
6. Which artists inspire you right now?
Alright buckle up folks this is a longer one
So I'm gonna answer this in two parts basically. The first part is artists that inspired me to start drawing what I like, especially fantrolls-- so a lot of my friends really!! Wanting to be in this community is what made me start actually doing art as something I was passionate about!!!!! The second part is actually twitter artists that inspired me to actually renovate my art style, try new things, and actually grow as an artist in ways that I really just never did here before.
I know I'm gonna forget a lot of people but the ones that come to mind right away for people who had an Impact on me back in the day are !!U!! gabriel 8bit-mau5, newt indig0trolls, my friend max who's no longer in the community, my friend lumiet who doesn't even do fantrolls but is really cool, and god a lot of old blogs whos muns are just gone now..................... wistful sigh :(
BUUUUUT as for artists who made me want to actually grow again in my. Wait hold on
[sets out a sign that says CRINGE WARNING -- I LIKED DSMP IN LATE 2020-EARLY TO MID 2021]
Okay now that that's out of the way! Some of the artists who made me actually want to learn and change and GROW again are giraffeleggos, mielzy_png, and WolfyTheWitch on twt :3 Mielzy especially is an art streamer who has a huge focus on being introspective and taking criticism and wanting to grow and always be improving in a direction they want. Hella cool to see someone be like, never satisfied in a "i love art and drawing so i want to grow and do it as well as i can as a respect for the craft" type of way. I don't think any of these guys except for Wolfy are actually into dsmp anymore but when I got into their content they were all dsmp fanartists so.
Okay this is really long actually so I'll quit there. Wait no actually here's a list of a handful of folks whose art inspires me to keep learning nowadays (also mostly all my friends)-- nero ramgodd, roe roetrolls, dami ask-the-troll-boys, greg lordtonic, and an extra special shoutout to chase sasster for making me want to write again. I just wanna do the cool art stuff like my really awesome friends so bad yall
8. What do you like most about your own work?
Hrmmmmmmmmmmm okay this one is tough bc both I wanna say "nothing bc I have a lot of strengths" and "nothing bc there's always room for me to grow and improve so even my best strengths aren't as good as they could and will eventually be"
But like. I really like how I paint actually
12. Show your favourite drawing from this year
FROM THIS YEAR.... ok let's comb thru my art tag
Oh wait easy simple. The whole fuckin aliquid ex nihilo comic. That took me so goddamn long but it was a labor of love and I desperately want to do more 1-page song comics like that but unfortunately they take me like 2 weeks if I do full lineart and that shit sucks
There are a lot of things I want to redo on it that are also things I redid in the process of making this comic but as is the nature of being so used to drawing sprites I forget how to draw people in actual poses and also interacting with things. I still think overall just because also of how funky I got with the coloring, framing, the fact that this is the first comic ive ever planned and fully completed ever, etc. that this one's my fav thing I've drawn in 2022 thus far
22. When is your prime time to work on your art?
Nighttime and also whenever I'm medicated LMAO I can NEVER focus on drawing if I'm off my meds idk how I did it before
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PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)
01: NICE TO MEET YOU
summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.
w/c: 2k
a/n: it’s finally here! the first chapter! this one is written as real life and introduces us to our three main characters. let me know what you think! also, this is in no way affiliated with either drew or creators of obx. if you want to be on the taglist, either shoot me a message/ask, or fill out the tag list form!
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Addie thinks she must be wrong. Of all places, he can’t be here.
It all begins with Addie’s roommate waking up to no bread, no milk, no cereal, and an abundance of an alcohol-induced mess. It was the brunette’s rare night off to party, so Marianne woke up to quite literally nothing. Now, it’s almost noon, and Addie’s got a nasty headache right behind her eyebrows, an odd taste in her mouth, and a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.
‘Food,’ demands Marianne. ‘I’m starving.’
Addie pokes her head out of the bathroom, holding up two fingers. Marianne just rolls her eyes and drapes herself over the couch with a groan that Addie drowns out with her toothbrush.
She splashes some cold water onto her face, rubbing some moisturiser into it afterwards. Doesn’t do much – her eyes are still bloodshot, under-eye circles dark, skin dry and lips chapped even with lip balm on it. Addie just sighs. This’ll require sunglasses which, in turn, will require contact lenses.
‘Two more minutes!’
Another groan from Marianne. ‘Merde, Addie!’
First contact in. She blinks it into place, ignoring its dryness. ‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ Second in. ‘And I’ll bring you some chocolate.’
‘Aw. You will?’
‘Yes. For emotional disturbances.’
Marianne beams at her from the couch. Noon sun shines on her through the window as she basks in the light, looking all fresh and ready to take on the day.
Addie envies her. Not like she’d ever admit it, though.
‘You’re a godsend,’ Marianne tells her. ‘When you’re not the devil’s menace, obviously. Today shall be your lucky day.’
‘Shall it?’ Addie quirks an eyebrow at her, grabbing a purse from the drawer in the hallway with a smile dancing in the corner of her lips.
The blonde-haired girl hmms, her eyes closed and arms raised up in the air. In the tiniest voice, she says: ‘I am throwing my blessings at you now.’ She outstretches her hands in what looks to Addie like a kung-fu move, fully accompanied by a half-breathed half-voiced ‘HA!’
‘You done?’
Marianne grins. ‘Yes. Now please go get me some food.’
‘Tea for when I’m back?’
‘Yes, ma’am. The finest the British Isles have to offer.’
‘You’re not even British.’
‘Half,’ says Marianne. ‘Half is enough.’
‘Yeah, but the other half is French.’
Marianne just rolls her eyes, and Addie revels in the fact that there'll be a hot cup of tea waiting for her when she comes back with the groceries. Equipped with her iPhone and earphones, a foldable IKEA bag, some money, and sunglasses big enough to cover her hungover mess of a face, Addie leaves the small apartment.
Summer in Atlanta is something Addie hasn’t experienced before. People get a lot more vibrant, there’s more joggers than usual, and people with dogs and kids venture out of their homes more often. There’s also the filming aspect, increased during summer, which generally means that there’ll be at least one street blocked for public per day – an inconvenience that made her be late for class more than once.
To Addie, it’s starting to feel like home. Warm and filled with a light breeze, the place lively and bright.
Or, possibly, it’s just that she starts to listen to music that makes her feel that way.
The local Tesco of Rockdale county is on the main road, and it takes Addie five songs to get there. It’s busy as always, and Addie gets herself a plastic basket at the entrance, pulling up the grocery list on the notes app. It’s mostly food – they ran out of almost everything the day before, and drunk Addie finished whatever little was left, so this is going to be half a week's worth of shopping.
Addie rummages through the isles with ease, almost on autopilot. Memories from last night resurface, blurry and hazed, and she rubs her temples with the heels of her hands.
last night was something else, she thinks. The music in her ears is loud and she glances up as she’s about to turn the corner, basket full of veggies so far, and she makes eye contact with a person that looks vaguely familiar.
She looks away.
Then she looks back at them, an almost unnoticeable frown on her face. He’s tall, with dark blonde hair underneath a baseball cap, and it’s not until he leans forward to grab something off the canned goods section that she realises who it is.
holy fucking moly it’s drew fucking starkey
Addie freezes in place as her brain computes the visual in front of her and attaches it to the memory of his face, on her projector screen, in her and Marianne’s living room.
It doesn’t seem right to see him here, shopping at Tesco, looking so different from the person she’s used to seeing that she almost didn’t recognise him. However, it’s still him, so Addie gathers all her courage and walks into the isle across from hers, until she’s right next to him.
‘Hi,’ she says. ‘Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but – you’re Drew Starkey, right?’
Her voice is hushed, and it’s on purpose – she’s fairly certain neither of them would like a bunch of people to come over here. Addie doesn’t know how big the fanbase is, but if she managed to recognise him (almost) off the bat, it’s highly likely there'd be at least a few more people knowing him. It might be just a few months since the show’s release, but it’s gathered quite a bit of attention.
The moment seems to unfreeze, and the guy in front of her nods, almost reluctantly. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’
‘Oh, cool. I really liked what you did with Rafe. I don’t know anything about acting and all that, but you gave me chills in the scenes where Rafe is losing his mind, and I can’t even hate him because of how sorry I feel for him.’
Drew watches her with a bland, cautious expression on his face for a second, until he breaks out into one of the biggest smiles she's ever seen. It’s a nice smile – he looks like the boy next door, or the one guy who would be popular in high school (probably a quarterback), or someone she could just trust.
Damn.
‘Thanks,’ he says, finally. His shoulders don’t seem as tense anymore despite still being about a good half-foot taller than Addie, the difference doesn’t seem as drastic anymore. ‘I’m glad you liked it. You are supposed to hate him, though.’
Addie scoffs, shaking her head, even though there’s still a smile on her lips. ‘Come on. His freaking dad hates him, his friends are all sixteen or whatever. No wonder he’s so messed up.’
‘But he is messed up.’
‘Oh yeah, he should rot in jail, totally.’ Addie makes a vague waving motion with her hand. ‘That’s my point, anyway. I hate him but I feel bad for him and I don't think I would’ve if you weren’t so good at what you do.’
Drew’s smile just grows and he laughs, a little. It’s a fleeting moment, but Addie likes it. Quite a bit, actually. Shame he doesn’t get to do that often as Rafe.
‘Thank you so much, honestly. I thought people would hate me because of Rafe.’
‘Are you kidding? Are people actually like that?’
He makes a vague gesture with his hand (a lot like the one she did earlier) and sighs. ‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.’
‘Damn.’ Addie shakes her head. ‘Well, um, I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you.’
‘We didn’t actually meet,’ he says, with a face that is waiting for her to clock it, except she doesn’t. ‘You haven’t told me your name.’
‘Oh! Oh my god, yeah, sorry – It’s Addison. Addie, for short.’
Drew extends his hand; it’s warm when she takes it, and his grip is as firm as hers. ‘Nice to meet you, Addie.’
‘You too, Drew.’
It’s the moment that their hands fall to each their own side that Addie notices the beginning of awkwardness in the situation. She smiles at him and tells him goodbye, ready to let him go, until she starts thinking about how Marianne is going to flip her shit and won’t even believe her and then—
‘Drew! Hi. Sorry again.’
Addie’s got a hand on his shoulder and taps it twice, just enough for him to turn around with the same kind smile. She’s got half a second to wonder if it’s because he knows she’s not some wild fan, or because he’s just like that.
‘It’s okay, don’t worry.’
She gives him the best apologetic face she can muster. ‘Can we take a photo? My roommate isn’t going to believe me otherwise.’
Drew laughs, and something falls off of Addie’s chest. He agrees to it, she takes the selfie—cursing the way she’s going to look on it considering she had to put her sunglasses on top of her hair when she entered the store—and his arm’s curved around her shoulder, pulling her close.
‘Thank you!’
‘It’s really no problem.’ They look at the photo—it’s as good as they get—and Drew lets out a breathy laugh. ‘Shit, we got the same phone.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Yeah, look.’
He fishes his phone out of his jacket and, true to his word, they look exactly alike. It’s just a plain black iPhone, but neither of them has a case or anything attached to it, and the two of them laugh. Drew even takes them both and compares them to one another, showing that the only actual difference are the lock screens. Marianne and Addie for hers, and Chase making a grimace for Drew. Someone walks behind them, eyeing them uncomfortably, and Addie sees Drew tug his hat lower.
She really hopes she didn’t disturb him by all this. If he’s to be believed then she didn’t, but she can never know.
‘Okay,’ she says, ‘I’ll actually get going now.’
Drew nods. He recovers in a flash and there’s not a trace of discomfort on his face. ‘Nice meeting you again.’
Addie just laughs, takes the phone he’s handing her, tells him bye, and walks away.
Without turning back, this time.
The rest of her shopping goes smoothly. She wants to message Marianne, but she’s also kind of freaking out, or her hangover is acting up, because she’s feeling nauseous and excited and her heart is definitely about to destroy her ribcage. What she does is just keep going on with her shopping as usual, and focus on the things she actually needs.
But when she reaches into her pocket to look at the shopping list, it’s Chase’s face that stares back at her, and her heart doesn’t leap out of her chest – it sinks all the way into the hangover-shaped hole in her stomach, and a wave of anxiety rushes through her.
Addie looks for Drew all around the store for a solid ten minutes, but she can’t find him. She asks the workers, all of them, and she’s almost ready to give up, when one of them tells her they’ve seen him walk out of the store, shopping bags in tow.
She leaves her things in the store, sets the basket aside, and runs through the checkout and onto the parking lot. She calls his name, over and over again, but he’s not here anymore.
He left. With her phone.
So Addie does the only thing that will soothe her anxiety to a moderate level – go back inside, take her basket, and continue what she came here for. She’ll only be able to deal with the phone situation when either Drew comes back for it (possibly?), or when she texts the number from Marianne’s phone.
Drew doesn’t come back, so Addie comes home with an insane story, a phone to find, and no chocolate for Marianne.
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I‘ve got tagged by angel @emilycollins00 ❤️❤️❤️
- Why did you choose your url?
Mh... So, my real first and also second name translated into English means “Ocean“ and I always liked Japanese names, so when I read about the names Nami and Nanami, I loved them a lot and they are water-related names, which is why I chose Nanami. Flower field because I love flowers a lot! ❤️ And also because I write FanFics... You see, there are many different characters in games and anime etc and also in real life! So to me, they all are like flowers, because there are no flowers who look the same. Every flower has different petals and colors, even if both are (for example) roses or dandelions! So every character I‘m writing for and every (y/n) and reader, are different than others. They are all lovely and wonderful and if you put many flowers together, you have a sweet bouquet or a flower field! Which is why I chose that name!❤️
- Any side blogs?
Uhhh... No, I guess. I still have two other ones. One, which is my spam tumblr acc, which I don‘t use anymore and the other one is my first writer tumblr blog, which I also don‘t use anymore...
- Do you have a queue tag?
Uhhhhhhhhh.... Maybe? I think? I don‘t know!
- Why did you start your blog in the first place?
When I was younger, I started to write many FanFics for Fandoms like Marvel, DC Comics, Black Butler and One Piece but then I had a big writers block... I had my exams and also some friends, who wanted to have those rpg blogs and then I got busy. But then, one day, I started to throw all my rpg blogs and older writing blogs away to have a fresh start and to write for the fandoms that still makes me happy and motivated!
- Why did you choose your icon?
Well... I guess, because I like it? I did it myself! Pink because it matches with the background. Then there are cherry blossoms (my favorites). And them the characters I like.
The first one was Sakuya Sakuma, then I had Ruggie Bucchi and Rook Hunt on them. Now Leona Kingscholar. Who knows... Maybe in some months I have a new one?
- Why did you choose your header?
I love flowers. Cherry blossoms are my favorite. Then comes hydrangea and then wisteria! I love them a lot and all the other flowers! (But maybe I will change it one day) and I also love gifs a lot, which is why I chose that one!
- What’s your post with the most notes?
The Octavinelle and Jamil reaction of “their s/o is returning“-request! A lovely one and also one of my favorites, because it‘s so fluffy!!! ✨
- Have you ever made a shitpost?
... Probably too many...
- How often do you use tumblr every day?
Mh... Like 4 times a day? Just clicking in, scrolling around a bit, smiling like a dork, when people write me or like my fics and that‘s all...
- Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?
Not really? It was more a thing that happened during my first year writing fanfics, when I was 14 years old (man... that was like ages ago!)
Back then, I used to write character x character and ONLY the canon ships, but people started to argue during my comment sections below and it made me sad to see people having a fight rather then them liking my stuff and talking about it. When I gave it up and started to write character x my OC, people told me that my OCs would never fit with the characters and I was very upset... Started writing character x reader then and I will never stop doing it! But all in all, I never used to have an argument or a fight with other people!
- How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”?
I really like to reblog stuff and know that a few people would appreciate it! Back then, I did it often with my older blogs but now I‘m getting a bit lazy... I‘M REALLY SORRY!!! But I reblog a few things here and there! Especially the requests I gave other ones or like birthday fanfic presents I‘ve got when I was younger!
- Do you like tag games?
YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. YES.
- Do you like ask games?
YES. YES. YES. Wait... Do I have to repeat myself that often...? YES. I LOVE EVERYTHING!
- Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
@emilycollins00 @tomicito Just imagine your senpais texting you... I was like “Uhhh... Wait... What?! HOLY MOLY?!“ And then I started crying.
- Do you have a crush on a mutual?
TO MANY!!! Like every anon and every follower! And also those wonderful people!! @tomicito, @emilycollins00, @drac0nia (still waiting for the day I kidnap Malleus for you and then maybe you might feel the same digital crush I have for you...)
I‘m gonna tag everyone!!! EVERYONE!!
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Name: Leo
Writing Blog URL(s): @hereisleo
What fandom(s) do you write for?: I write for ATEEZ, VICTON and ONEUS.
Age: ‘99 liner
Nationality: Indonesian
Languages: Indonesian, English, Japanese and a sprinkle of Korean.
Star Sign: Leo
MBTI: INFP-A
Favorite color: Neutral but mostly black! (Other than neutral colours, I’m partial to blue, dark green and red).
Favorite food: Indonesian and Japanese cuisine! The taste of home!
Favorite movie: Resident Evil franchise.
Favorite ice cream flavor: Vanilla.
Favorite animal: Owl ever since I was a small child.
Go-to karaoke song: None. I don’t enjoy karaoke.
Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?
Both! Recently, I’ve been ordering black coffee again whenever I stop by a cafe.
Dream job (whether you have a job or not)
I’m interested in a lot of fields of work, it used to be Red Cross worker, paramedic and flight attendant. Now it’s barista-bartender. It’ll likely change in the future too.
If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?
Teleportation, let’s travel the world!
If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?
The Golden Age of Piracy! I want to sail! And such freedom to spite against governmental standards.
If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?
Without a doubt, yes. I’m always down for changes and new adventures.
Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?
Holy moly… 100 chicken-sized horses...
If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?
The quiet smarty one at the back of the class. Common? Yes. But it’s true.
Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?
This universe is too big to be only occupied by humans.
Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?
Badminton is my favourite sport!
When did you post your first piece?
June 2019!
Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?
I always love writing so I wanted to share my creations and see how they fare in the world instead of keeping them for myself.
Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?
I mostly write platonic relationships, fluff, slice of life, romance, comfort and a lot of AUs. It’s what I’m comfortable with and thrive in best! I do enjoy writing mystery, crime/murder and angst once in a while. Gotta let the dark side out too.
Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?
Usually, it’s either member centric and or ‘X reader/ + Reader’, it’s not always romance when reader insert is involved :)
What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?
Definitely friendship and slice of life! AU wise, I’m a sucker for the supernatural side: demons, angels, mythical creatures and mythology, they are all right up my alley. I also enjoyed writing crime AU and anything dark, nothing like unleashing the inner criminal legally through words… and occasionally being questioned, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?
Tropes I love, I’m a sucker for friendship/platonic, slow-burn enemies to lovers, the cafe/bar occupation, single parent, the demon is suddenly your guardian angel, the breakup and the crime syndicate dynamics. Tropes I can’t stand on the other hand aren’t much, I don't actively read a/b/o dynamics, Hogwarts, hybrids and werewolf/vampire. It’s mostly AUs now that I listed them.
What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?
Oh this is tough. I think it would have to be ATEEZ: ‘Supernatural Activities’ series. I’m proud of how ‘Dante’s Inferno’ & ‘Angels in the Streets’ turned out and they are well received too.
Who is your favorite person to write about?
Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Somehow writing about him always seems personal. Maybe it’s the similarities we carry. It seems like a lot of the time, the bias is the one who is most similar to us.
What inspires you to write?
Simply the need to escape reality and it’s an outlet to expel excess emotions I carry sometimes. All is well in the mind after I write and sleep.
What do you hope your readers take away from your work?
I hope it provides you an escape for a brief moment, I hope it makes you happy. I hope you could enjoy the world with a touch more romanticism, we are all a part of the aesthetic we see in the media and more. Sure it’s a tough world but there are good in it too.
What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?
I take a break. It’s no use for me to push on when I hit a rough patch. I’ll read and do everything else except writing. It rarely happens as I’m constantly full of ideas, it’s the lack of motivation that keeps me from creating.
What do you think makes a good story?
To be honest, if I enjoyed it, it’s good. I’m a simple person with simple pleasures.
What is your writing process like?
Messy 😂 There’s no getting around it. I would rewrite a paragraph three times if I don’t like it, delete a thousand words, scrap a different story to incorporate it into another. I don’t always start from the beginning either. A writing piece could take anywhere within several minutes, a few hours to days, weeks and months. It all depends on my motivation and how busy work is keeping me from writing. (Psst, it’s mostly the former).
Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?
Yes. Writing in the fanfiction world, more often than not, we are already given much of the relationship dynamics and setting. (Unless it’s AU then that's a whole different animal, it might as well be an original prose). In original prose, we have to weave most, if not all, of the world and characters building… I hope I understood the question right...
Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?
Maybe. It’s usually the other way around. I have thoughts to repurpose an abandoned original story for a fic series. Highly unlikely that I’ll actually do it.
How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?
A lot! Please! It’s the biggest motivation for us content creators to keep creating! You have no idea how fast my hand reaches for my phone every time tumblr notifications pop up, hoping for a reblog and comments in the tags.
What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?
My mutuals reblogging my works. They’re exposed to new eyes and the readers, on the other hand, find a new blog.
Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?
Yes. Fanfic writers are as important to the fandom community as the rest of the content creators are.
Do you think art can be a medium for change?
Absolutely. Art is a fantastic gateway to many things.
Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?
Only when I decided to take requests which happens like once a year and maybe even less.
Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?
No, I don’t think so. No one has asked me to clarify any of my writings. One anon used to send me asks about world expansion and said anon turned into a dear friend.
Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?
NOPE. DON'T LET THEM KNOW. I WON’T LET THEM KNOW. NEVER. Leave my virtual writing world be. *puts ‘do not cross’ yellow tape all over*
What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?
Please leave me some feedback, even keyboard smashes are fine, I can translate those. Don’t be shy to leave me asks if you want to chat, ramble, or get something off your chest. This is a safe place for you, an escape from reality.
Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?
Don’t be afraid. As hellish this platform is, it'll help you grow in the writing department. I know this is not the best advice but you have to try to see the result.
Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?
I don’t think so. There were moments of “Why do I even bother?” but it happens and will happen again in the future but no regrets.
Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?
I do! Most of the ones who were there from the beginning aren’t there anymore but it’s alright. Their lives outside of Tumblr are always more important than anything else. I don’t have to heart to unfollow their pages. My current handful of mutuals are an amazing bunch too! The sheer talent and creativity they possessed are out of this world. I love seeing their posts outside of the writing world, their personalities shine through and my heart feels fuzzy whenever I see it. Though I don’t interact often with most of them, I adore them all and consider them good friends.
Pick a quote to end your interview with:
Since we, writers, create in order to find escape and or brush up our skills or simply for the sake of creating. As we broaden our skill sets, “Necessity is the mother of invention. Failure is the mother of success.” Common, I know, but it’s comforting to know that failure can be a motivation to do better. Don’t stay down, always rise again.
BONUS: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL
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Kids Getting Older (Sriracha, Part 30.)
Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.
Part Summary: Since you realized that Eleven is getting older and more distant from both you and Jim, you just seem to finally realize how quickly kids grow... And that maybe the kids are not just kids anymore.
A/N: I love this weird family dynamic so much. It is really relaxing to just write a... Normal family dynamic. But that is going to end with the next part. Stay tuned!
Word count: 1.7 K
Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme
Master list: H E R E
Christmas holiday spent like a family? The Christmas of 1984 were the best Christmas you had lived through. You spent Christmas Eve in the house of your parents, cooking the dinner with El and mom, and Aiden's girlfriend - you couldn't believe she is real - while you let the boys talk about stuff and drink some Whiskey. Even Aiden got some - just a little, though.
The other day, when you opened all the presents you found under the tree, you left for Joyce's - and holy moly, that house was living. Both Wheelers were there, both Byers boys came along, there were Dustin, Lucas, and Max, even Steve came by. Joyce had a big heart and her house was big enough to take in so many people.
You forced both Hopper and Eleven to pose on a photo with you, having Jonathan taking the picture of you. Each of you had the most disgusting Christmas sweater, just because Aiden bought and gave you these bad boys - Hopper's was too tight, Eleven's too big and your, no matter the size, was just disgusting. After that, kids took their new toys and went to play outside while the adults, along with Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, remained in the house and had a cup of the special Christmas hot chocolate from Mrs. Byers herself.
Then, each of the kids got dressed up and went out for a snowball fight, snowman building and some sledding in the forest behind the house. And bet Hopper’s best shirt that you made him go too. Soon enough, you were there with all the teenagers while he stuck some snow under your jacket, hearing you laugh and scream out loud, having Will and Mike in total terror when you jumped around, trying to get the snow out. In the end, you formed a strong alliance with Eleven and Max, giving the boys exactly what they deserved, winning the fight completely. Then, to calm down, you proceeded to make some angels in the snow while Hop went back inside.
As the year progressed, Eleven started to have a few sleepovers here and there - sometimes, she stayed at Karen’s when boys had a movie or game nights, sometimes you had Max over for dinner. And let me say, since she was living with an asshat like Billy, her older brother, she loved spending time at your place. Especially when Hop had to stay at the station.
When talking about Hop, that man was experimenting. And you didn't know if you liked what you had at home or if you're afraid of what’s he going to come up with next. First came the mustache. Okay, he liked Magnum P.I., you could understand. Then, he put on a bit weight - he appeared taller and more like a bear than ever before. You didn't mind that at all actually because at least, you knew that he's happy with you. And... After that... The wardrobe and cologne experiments came by. Sometimes he pulled out such an outfit that you dragged him to the restaurant’s bathroom to kiss the living fuck out of him and to have a quickie on the bathroom.
Yet, sometimes, he wasn’t looking his best. At those mornings, you stood there, watched him with gritted teeth and walked around with your eyebrows raised. You tried to tell him gently that these maybe aren't working for him the way he would like to and that maybe, you could visit Starcourt with him to pick something else. But Jim was Jim and completely ignored your opinion when it came to fashion.
Starcourt. One of the best Bloomington-Hawkins inventions ever. You loved that place - from the big cinema to a variety of shops it had. Sometimes, when you knew that El won't be misbehaving after, you took there with you so she could choose some new clothes, sometimes you bought her an ice-cream, other times you just walked around the place and talked about boys and stuff. Especially about Mike.
Oh, you remembered the day when the three-inch rule came to your house. You were just watching a movie, curled under Hopper’s arms, being caught up in the chase. That was when a sudden burst of Eleven’s laughter could be heard, making Hop alarmed in a second. You tried to calm him down around this couple - it was the first love and it sure as hell was an intense one. You knew that these two were having make-out sessions behind the closed door... But were you two, you and Hop, any different when you met? No. You were kissing the living hell out of each other when any occasion came by, even after you moved back with him again, and since you were both adults, you even fucked every time and on every place, you got the chance to fuck on.
You were just like them - even at that time. But Jim was able to see incredible differences between you and him and Michael, as he called him, and Jane. He wasnt giving them any actual space, so there was no wonder, why Mike thought that Hopper is an old, insane bastard. You and Mike got along since you were normal when put in his words, and let them close the door. You built bridges of trust between you, Mike and Eleven and as long as you trusted them that they won't do anything insane, you let them have their time.
"Okay. That's it. That's it." - Hopper muttered out and got up, walking to the door. You tried to stop him from basically storming into the room, but it was too late. - "This door won't be closed as long as I'm in the house, do you both understand? Three inches at a minimum." - Jim told them with a pretty damn scary face as he showed them how to do it. When he got a nod from both Mike and Eleven, he left them be, still checking the door.
"You're too paranoid, Jim, I'm telling you." - You whispered once he sat down next to you again, cuddling you closer again. - "They're just kids." - You smiled and kissed his cheek, concentrating on the movie again. But Hopper was still very cautious about these two - his eyes were turning into their direction all the time, he was checking what they were doing until the very moment when Mike had to leave.
Over time, when Hopper had enough of constantly opening the door and checking on these two, you let the gang wonder around Hawkins with El, taking hikes in the woods and around the city. Sometimes they went to chill at the old sawmill near the town, but the all-time favorite was the hill about five miles from the city. They hanged there most of the time when spring and weather came.
You also did your best to spend time with Hopper, sometimes taking him for dinner at your favorite Spanish restaurant, sometimes you went for a walk too. But your favorite thing to do was still just hanging out with him at El. Of course, your mom made you visit them at least once a week. She wasnt too good at handling having both her children gone - both of them for college. Even Aiden had a girlfriend and sometimes, you just all went to their household to grill something and to chat. You loved Lena and you couldn't believe that she’s real. Your small bro was manning up rather quickly.
It was so weird since you could say when he and Steve ran naked around the swimming pool and where did he fell from his bike, telling Lena everything in the process, embarrassing the living shit out of Aiden. Naturally, she was first rather surprised about you dating such an older man, but as the time passed by, she got used to that tough guy and his douche jokes.
And Eleven had to say that she had everything she had ever dreamt of in the lab - parents, a family, a boyfriend, and friends. She even wasnt tugged in as a little girl anymore, she was going to bed on her will, with you kissing her whole face with laughter, hugging her tight every time. Her life couldn't be better. She especially loved when you and Jim didn't know she's watching and you put the gramophone on in the night, quietly, usually playing Sam Cooke or Ben E. King to dance in the living room. Jim was always making you laugh, he spun you around, whispered something to your ear, making you biting your lip as you smacked his shoulder - but for Eleven it was of sing that she can count on you.
But then, summer came by. You hadn't got any idea of why it was so weird. Eleven asked you if she can stay at Max’s on the fourth of July and even if you thought you’d celebrate it together, you let her have her time. You didn't have any idea of what was going on when Hopper suddenly disappeared without letting behind any message. Nobody gave you a clue that there are Russians set loose in and under Hawkins and that there is a fucking D&D monster who was possessing people with the help of Max’s brother himself.
On day two of loneliness, that was the fourth of July precisely, you had enough - you left to your moms and stayed there, waiting for anything. A call, a sign, for one of them showing up. But there was nothing. So you left for the shift that day - and that was where everything was set in motion without anyone of you normal people knowing.
#jim hopper#jim hopper imagine#jim hopper x reader#james jim hopper#hopper stranger things#eleven#eleven hopper#eleven stranger things#eleven ives#mike wheeler#the kids gang#joyce byers#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#oh dear god
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Level 31
Holy moly I almost didn’t finish this one in time lol! Work has been insane, we’ve seen a pretty severe uptick in cases when I live and it’s made life a little crazy. I’m also developing a diagnostic test of my own so I’ve been busy at work :) Lots of busy! Hope you’re all doing alright!
Stay safe out there!
Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse, @ihavenotfallenyet
Warnings: None?
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Level 31
“This looks good.” Ieyasu complimented, flipping through the data booklets you had printed out for the physicians to follow along.
“It really does, have the Hemepath’s had a chance to look this over?” Mariko asked, looking between Haru and yourself curiously.
“Dr. Ikara has it in his possession. Once he’s looked it over, someone from the review board will be able to check the data and hopefully give us the green light.” Haru answered.
“That’s promising. Do you have a date that this might be completed by?” Dr. Togo pressed.
“Nothing affirmative. It depends a lot on what is on Dr. Ikara’s plate. He’s on service, so he’ll be busy with cases, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be able to look at it.” Your manager suggested.
“I know he doesn’t want to send these tests out anymore, though, so there’s an incentive to look at it sooner rather than later.” You offered.
“Good. You’ll contact us once you know the results?” Ieyasu asked.
“We will. I’ll let everyone know once I know.” Haru smiled, finishing off the meeting.
Clean up never took long, it was mostly pushing the chairs back in and making sure you only grabbed the chords you brought with you. The last thing you wanted to see was another email about meeting equipment being “borrowed.” Shaking your head, you tucked your laptop under your arm and turned to hit the light switch, only to discover you weren’t alone in the room.
“Dude!” You exclaimed, nearly dropping the computer in your possession. “Maybe cough or make a shuffling noise next time. You scared the hell outta me.”
“Dude?” Ieyasu raised an eyebrow, “Is that how you address all potential threats?”
“Are you insinuating you’re a threat? Do I need to call HR?” You snickered, a hand involuntarily resting on your hip.
“By all means. While we wait for them to respond, can I ask you about this gate?” He offered the dot plot data you’d given him earlier.
“Sure. What would you like to know?” You put your laptop down and took the packet from his hands.
“Explain the gating strategy.” Ieyasu shifted until he was standing next to you.
“So, I should start by saying we’ve compiled all the data points from each tube into this plot here.” You flipped to the front page of the analysis and pointed to the forward and side scatter gates. “Once compiled, we can place an anchor gate over the population in question and use it to highlight all the data points.This helps us isolate those populations in each tube simultaneously.”
Ieyasu nodded along to your explanation. He stuck to asking a few questions here and there about markers of choice and if different markers could be available for better sample isolation. It hadn’t been a long conversation, but a group of people started to assemble outside the door.
“Think they’re next?” You asked, gesturing with your eyes towards the door.
“Probably.” Ieyasu shrugged, turning his attention back to the data. “Are you busy right now?”
“Uh, no. Not really. Why?” You wondered aloud.
“Let’s continue this talk elsewhere.” He didn’t give you time to respond before turning and walking towards the elevator.
You scurried after him, cursing the terrible cell service available inside the elevator as you attempted to notify your supervisor of where you were going. It wasn’t until you were halfway to his office that your message finally sent, and just as you were about to put your phone away, you crashed right into Ieyasu’s back, with enough force to cause you to wobble back a few steps.
“Honestly, you’re a danger to yourself and others.” Ieyasu scolded, pulling his keys from his pocket.
“When I run into poles, I expect them to ring, not reprimand me.” You joked, surprised when he smiled for the briefest of moments.
“Anything to drink?” he asked, motioning toward the little coffee machine on his desk.
“No, I don’t do coffee. Thanks, though.” You bowed your head and took the seat on the other side of his desk.
You’d never looked around Ieyasu’s office before, despite having been in here countless times. Your eyes swept the room, as they did you took note of all the books on the shelf, wondering if they are as organized as you assumed they’d be. There were a few small plants on his desk and in the window that looked out over the construction site for the hospital’s new building.
“Nice view, you got there.” You smiled, relaxing back into the chair.
“Sure.” Gently, Ieyasu set the cup down on his desk and folded his arms. Was he blushing? “So you don’t drink coffee?”
“I don’t drink caffeine.” You shrugged. “Can’t sleep when I do. That or my heart feels like it’s going to explode.”
“You’re telling me this,” Ieyasu gestured in your direction. “is naturally occurring?”
“Precisely.” Puffing your chest up as you laughed.
“Terrifying.” His face remained even.
“Thank you. I try.” Leaning forward, you placed your papers on his desk and flipped them, so they weren’t upside down for you. “So, what do you need to know?”
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#ikesen ieyasu#ikesen reader insert#ikesen modern au#ikesen gamer au#ikesen self insert
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In your latest (reblog) post, you described yourself as "cringey". In what way? I don't understand this new rise of "cringey-ness".
Haven’t you heard? Liking things and having emotions is total cringe.
I kid, I kid. But the point of my reblog tags was that I so dislike the notion that I somehow don’t realize that… most people probably think it’s silly and ridiculous to care so much about the fictional relationship between a girl and her sailor uniform?
Like. Of course I realize that. How many jokes have I made about being the laughingstock of the fandom, about how weird I am, about how “normal people” wouldn’t even consider such a thing?
C’mon, one of my best posts ever is the SpongeBob meme.
I’ve been accused of being guilt-trippy in saying such things, but when I don’t, I’m accused of being clueless and delusional. I can’t win. But I do want to stress that it’s never, ever my intention to be guilt-trippy with these statements. It’s about pointing out that I recognize that I like something that most people are gonna turn up their noses at. I’m not oblivious!
But I still like it. It still makes me happy.
No, I can’t demand, for example, that other people think it’s sweet that, though Senketsu is Ryuko’s outfit, she still constantly wants to touch and be close to him even when she’s not wearing him, and their Synchronization is literally represented as a hug on the final volume cover art (and its sketch), and she’s so physically intimate with him despite evidence pointing to the idea that she’s not especially a touchy-feely kinda gal with anyone else.
And I can’t demand that other people see a story about love overcoming prejudice in Kill la Kill, no matter how much early drafts of the show point to a very clear discrimination narrative regarding Senketsu, and I can’t demand that anyone just about tear up (as I do!) when watching Ryuko and Senketsu truly connect in episode 3 because holy moly, she wants to open her heart and soul to this boy and doesn’t give a crap about how others perceive her for doing so.
Ryuko: I finally get it now. I need to get naked. Putting on a Kamui means becoming one with you! It means you becoming my skin! I feel it! This is the real you, Senketsu!
I can’t demand that other people agree that there is way too much innuendo in Ryuko and Senketsu’s relationship for Senketsu to ever be an appropriate parental figure for Ryuko.
Senketsu: We’ve never been so in sync before! Right now, you and I are one!
Ryuko: You can say that again! Doesn’t this feel awesome!?
I can’t demand that other people consider that scene at the end of episode 21, where Ryuko brutally tears Junketsu off her body, screaming that she must because she won’t be able to be with Senketsu again otherwise, because she won’t be able to unite as one with him anymore if she doesn’t, all because Senketsu had covered her in her own blood when she was tragically brainwashed and reminded her of the thing that connects them, of the thing that he outright states in some cut lines hold the “real” her, and she understands then that she wouldn’t want to give the bond they share up for anything, and she’ll unhesitatingly put her life on the line for the chance to recapture it… well, I can’t demand that other people consider that to be the most dang romantic moment in Kill la Kill (that I own the actual, legit frame of, too!)
No, I can’t demand that anyone feel how I feel. But I feel my feelings are valid and justified, and if anyone thinks I’m cringey for having them? So be it! I still like what I like, no matter how silly, weird, bizarre, and hard-to-take-seriously it is.
My sis shockingly says I sound like a Gen Z-er, but I purposely try to use terrible, outdated slang to make the youngins cringe, so: You only yolo swag yolo once, y’all. Better have fun and unabashedly enjoy what you enjoy (so long as it’s not hurting anyone, of course, in which case I think loving a fictional character relationship and not at all glorifying the crappy parts about it… really doesn’t).
So, I may be cringe, and I literally call myself a trash compactor because I eat nothing but garbage and have trash taste, but I own it, lol. Live your best life. Like what you like.
#argentdandelion#replies#kill la kill#ryuko matoi#senketsu#ramblings#gifs i made#whoops i wrote an essay lol#cringe la cringe#ryuketsu#ish
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This is it, everyone...
WiFi is turned off to avoid spoilers, Tiva playlist is playing, popcorn is made, and I'm sitting with my laptop in my nest/lofted bed. T-minus 5 minutes until this episode.
So without further ado... Here is my live blog of NCIS Season 16 episode 13: "She." I don't feel like bombarding the NCIS tag with separate posts, so it's all gonna be chunked into one.
7:58 pm: IM SO NERVOUS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS, FEELINGS, AND CONCERNS
My internet connection had better be flawless, you hear that dorm wifi?
Minor technical difficulties, but here we go! I'm stress eating my popcorn 🍿
Ooh, Gibbs voiceover. Who is diving? Bishop?
Yes! Roll the intro!
I have waited three weeks for this.
Kasie is so thoughtful! I love her. And Jimmy is such a great friend. I love their friendship.
"Woodwork the crap out of it" bahahaha
Gibbs + children = the cutest thing ever
Ellie is so good with her.
Aww poor Lily! That is horrifying!
Looks like they put every terrible thing that can happen to a kid into one case. So sad.
Gibbs knows that was Ziva's case! The way he remembers it was ten years ago, then abruptly leaves the room to "get some air..." Is he finally showing some emotion over Ziva's (alleged) death?
So, is her mother alive? How did Lily get out?
"EVERYONE" else involved *wink*
Wonder what Kasie had in mind for Torres' jar
FIRST MENTION OF ZIVA!
I have literally no idea where this will go next...
Finally Bishop is saying what we've been saying for years. But I now have a bad feeling but they're going to hint that Ziva is still dead...
Awww, she wishes she could have learned from Ziva. Maybe that is a good sign. Hmm.
Ooh, Ellick fight
Ninja...
WHEN ZIVA MAKES A PROMISE SHE NEVER BREAKS THAT PROMISE! ITS LOOKING UP AGAIN, BOIS
Looks like their suspect is actually Tony 2.0. And if Morgan turns out to be alive maybe it will be the same for Ziva
ZIVA HAS A SECRET OFFICE!
Lily is gone? Oh, nevermind.
Oooh, Sloane is opening up!!!
THIS ALL SEEMS LIKE A TIVA PARALLEL
Oh, something is hidden in the doll!
Lily is a good little actress
Boom, Vance showing who's boss
My popcorn is gone. Now I can type with two hands.
Go get 'em, Gibbs
Torres over there lying to Gibbs for Ellie ❤️
This lady knows Ziva!
Please let there be some clue about Ziva in this shed... Or if nothing else a picture of Tony and all the things she loves.
I am LOVING all the Ziva music. I missed this.
AHHHHHH ZIVA SIBLINGS PICTURE! WE ALL KNOW SHE USES PICTURES TO COMMUNICATE
WHAT DO THE DIARIES SAY?
AM I GOING TO BE USING CAPS LOCK FOR THE REST OF THIS EPISODE?!?
Go away commercials, I need Bishop to tell Gibbs about Ziva!
Well, I haven't cried yet this episode. I was really expecting to. I guess we'll see.
Also, NO FLASHBACKS YET! THERE NEEDS TO BE A FLASHBACK!
Can McGee read Hebrew? Oh, nevermind.
Here come the tears! Is this entry about Tony??? MY HEART CANT LIVE WITHOUT HIM ONJGKROJCBFU HELP ME! 💔
ITS ABOUT SOMALIIIAIAJAJAAAAHHHHHHH
OH SWEET MERCY, MY HEART IS SOARING
TONY IS ON HIS WAY BACK TO PARIS
NOW ITS GETTING REAL GOOD
KEEP READING, MCGEE
ZIVA HELD IN ALL THOSE EMOTIONS ALL THOSE YEARS SHE IS THE STRONGEST FEMALE CHARACTER EVER
SHE WAS TORTURED EMOTIONALLY FOR SO LONG
THEY BEST GIVE ALL THOSE JOURNALS TO TONY
Torres would have liked Ziva :(
Gibbs I awfully calm...
Oof, Bishop is in the hot seat.
Does Gibbs know something? Do I dare hope?
My heart is literally pounding... I can't take this.
Jimmy was Ziva's confidante, awwweee. Tell us your secrets, Jimmy.
Showing Bishop that Ziva made mistakes too... Good.
I have a bad feeling about what we'll get in regards to Ziva's life/death at the end of this episode... I hope I'm wrong.
Also, Gibbs, you just gonna casually name drop the episode title of the episode that broke my heart?
THATS RIGHT VANCE, YOU KNOW GIBBS IS BASICALLY ZIVA'S FATHER
ExcaUUUUUSE ME, Gibbs, how dare you? Do you want the fandom to resent you more that's they already did for your reaction during Family First? You take that back right now.
I hope Lily's dad is actually a good dad! I like him.
TONY AND TALI PARALLELS
Kasie is dealing with the dirty working conditions much better this time.
McGee is kinda out of it. Good. Feelings.
What will Torres use his empty jar for?
...I think they might keep going with the Ziva is dead bit, and I am not happy. I want Ziva to honor that promise, but I guess it's sweet that Bishop wants to do it for her.
It's about time someone challenges Gibbs' rules. Good luck, Bishop.
AHHHHHH GIBBS IS FINALLY LETTING IT OUT!!!
HE BLAMES HIMSELF! HE STILL BELIEVES SHE'S DEAD
DIDN'T ANYONE TELL YOU WRITERS ABOUT HAPPY ENDINGS????????
Bishop ain't giving up
I love Gibbs and Kasie
Woah, does the lab have a second entrance? How did Bishop disappear?
Is Bishop gonna get shot?
There's that Gibbs voiceover again. What is he talking about? OH IS HE READING ZIVA'S JOURNAL???
That is a deep pond.
Torres go get yo girl!
Can we get a Tiva family reunion like that, PLEASE
Let it in, Gibbs.
Some quality Gibbs and Ellie time. I like it.
Has Bishop officially been adopted by Gibbs?
Whatcha got there, Gibbs?
Oh lol. Its rule 10. Time to scrap that rule. Dump rule 12 while you're at it.
OH MY GOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHH NO WAY. NO. WAY. HANG ON.
HOLY MOLY HOLY MOLY
ZIVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAA
MY HEART IS POUNDING
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
IS THAT ZIVAS SCARF???????!!!!
I. I can't even type right now... They really did it. I can't breathe. I'm so in shock I can't even cry! This is all I hoped for and more! I'm going to lose my freaking marbles. I feel sick. And faint. I need to lay down. Oh. My. Goodness.
That's it folks. We have our answer. And they'd better freaking come back to this plot later, cause I'm going crazy.
I have so much to say, but I don't want to type anymore. I just want to sit here and think, and cry, and scream. And watch this ending about a billion more times.
So I guess, signing off. Happy Ziva day, everyone. Thank you and God bless you, writers.
#ncis#tiva#ziva david#tony dinozzo#tony and ziva#tony x ziva#tali dinozzo#leroy jethro gibbs#timothy mcgee#abby sciuto#eleanor bishop#ellie bishop#family first#ncis tiva#tali david dinozzo#tali david#tim mcgee#michael weatherly#cote de pablo#ziva lives#ziva is alive#she#season 16#i am so happy you guys#liveblog#live blogging#live blog
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I posted 3,949 times in 2021
67 posts created (2%)
3882 posts reblogged (98%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 57.9 posts.
I added 349 tags in 2021
#joshua bassett - 85 posts
#ricky bowen - 54 posts
#hsmtmts - 54 posts
#when will my husband return from the war - 50 posts
#high school musical the series - 47 posts
#joshua bassett defence squad - 16 posts
#i love him so much - 15 posts
#olivia rodrigo - 12 posts
#wandavision - 8 posts
#wandavison spoilers - 8 posts
Longest Tag: 57 characters
#after everything he deserves all the smooches and cuddles
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
So this post is just going to be me sucking Joshua Bassetts lyrical cock because holy moly guys. I waited two days for this so i could listen to the songs enough and just be washed away by this man's musical prowess.
All his songs including his self titled EP have been lyrical masterpieces. Every word is chosen on purpose and every line is written in a way that had an impact. They make you feels things that had they been worded any other way, or written by anyone else, would have lost their meaning and impact. Set me free gives you the sense of something being let go, of being set free because of the words and the raw emotion that Joshua put into the song
Crisis, Secret, and Set me free are no exception. Each one of them is beautifully written and tell a story that josh has been dying to tell for months it seems.
Here are just a few lines from the songs that i fell in love with.
Crisis: "Dont you ever wonder if im okay after all you put me through" "messing with my life is a career move" "i cant help but wonder why you won't make it end" "my momma called cause she heard i had death threats" "but you sensationalized, keep fanning the fires for the headlines"
Secret: "swore that you only had a crush, told me that you would cut him off" "but i defended you still cause i knew rumors could kill" "your secrets safe with me, and him and all of our friends you told, you don't even know i know" "your smoke and mirrors had me hypnotized" "when woe is me stops working, i bet your songs won't sound the same" "you can't hide behind what's clear as day"
Set me free: and basically this entire fucking song but some examples "i don't wanna be rude or on the defensive but I've been going through it too" "and nothing i say can say will ease the pain, but why do i hurt for you to feel okay" "you don't get to take all of me" "i don't recognize you, not anymore. Your not the love that i fell for" "I've been running away ive been facing my fears" "wasn't sure I'd survive, never felt so weak" "i hope you know that i still care about you darlin" "i won't ever let you hurt me how you hurt me again, ever again" "i don't need your apology, let me be" "you don't get to take all of me, set me free"
In short Joshua Bassett is a fucking lyrical master and on a different level than any of his peers. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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Joshua's new songs tell a story of a guy who has been harrassed and bullied because obsessive stan only got half the story. He went through so much and was silent and graceful through it all. Crisis, Secret, and Set Me Free are all so powerful.
The song that i love the absolute most is set me free because of the message it sends. That he wont let her hurt him anymore and he is taking himself back.
The three songs take the narrative that have been shoved down our throats since DL was released and flips it because we finally have the other side and quiet frankly i think these three songs reveal more about the situation than everything. Not to mention Joshua seems more genuine about the entire thing. these three songs have more emotion and soul than DL ever did IMO.
Forgive me if this post is scattered i have alot of emotions and thoughts right now
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I just wanna say that if you joke or trivializes Josh's Sexual assault statement. You are a horrible person. It takes so much courage to come out and say it (especially with how josh was raised), and whether josh sees your belittlemnet or disbelief dosent matter because other sexual assault survivors will and know they can't trust you. Survivors of sexual assault deserve to be heard and believed, no matter if you like them or not.
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97 questions tag
I was tagged by @scandalousdolan ♥️
Full name: Anna Marie
Nickname: anna banana, anna belle, little red (and kids in elementary school called me pc but that faded thank god haha)
Birthday: March 11th
Age: 18
Zodiac star sign: pisces
Moon sign: taurus
Ascendant: gemini
Venus: aquarius
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Myer briggs type: INTJ-A
Relationship status: single
Best friend: my sisters
Religion: nondenominational christianity
Favorite color: i like a nice navy blue or gray
Favorite music genre: alternative/alternative rock
Favorite band/artist: mixup between LANY, Ocean Alley, Jack Johnson (like from curious george not vine), Khalid, Coldplay, Kanye West, and Kid Cudi (WHO ARE COMING OUT WITH AN ALBUM SOON AND IM FKN SHAKING)
Favorite song: this changes everyday, and today it’s ILYSB (stripped) by LANY
Favorite holiday: Thanksgiving
Favorite TV show: Dexter (at the moment), but it doesn’t get any better than the Office, Friends, and Seinfeld
Favorite youtuber: dolan twins 🤷🏻♀️
Favorite perfume/cologne: i don’t wear perfume tbh
Favorite season: winter or spring
Favorite flower: hydrangeas
Favorite gemstone: I don’t have a favorite, but i’ve always though onyx was kinda cool
Favorite roller coaster: don’t like roller coasters
Favorite fruit: honeydew melon oooooh or avocado
Favorite vegetable: zucchini... maybe cabbage
Favorite ice cream flavor: there’s one called razorback road that you can get from the very first walmart ever (called five and dime back then - it’s now a museum with a cafe at the end), but i also love a classic sea salt caramel
Favorite candy: reese’s holy moly
Favorite restaurant: there’s a local restaurant called Roma’s that’s so so good. It’s an Italian restaurant
Favorite fast food restaurant: chick fil a but i don’t eat there much anymore
Favorite starburst flavor: lemon
Favorite pizza topping: i don’t eat pizza
Favorite chip flavor: sea salt & vinegar
Favorite non alcoholic beverage: iced sweet tea
Favorite alcoholic beverage: i’ve never had alcohol
Favorite video game: i don’t play video games often buuuuut there’s one on the xbox called Risk and it’s a lot of fun. It’s stressful to strategize tho hahah
Favorite board game: clue maybe (i’m more of a card game person :/ )
Favorite city: (i’m assuming this means like a big/known city) for the longest time it was Chicago, buuuut it’s hands down Boston now
Favorite dog breed: any kind of big dog 😩 i freaking love golden retrievers
Favorite animal: red panda (cutest thing ever. please look it up !!)
Favorite number: I don’t have one, but 83 always comes to mind when i have to pick a random one
Coffee or tea: tea (but i freaking love coffee) (i also don’t like either of them hot. always over ice)
Vanilla or chocolate: vanilla
Leather or denim: denimmm
Short or long sleeves: short sleeves with a jacket hahah beat the system
Patterned or plaid: neither (wait would stripes be a “pattern”?? that’s not horrible)
Floral or plaid: neither but i guess floral
Black or white: white
Makeup or no makeup: makeup
Tumblr or twitter: tumblr
Facebook or snapchat or instagram: instagram
Phone or tablet or computer: laptop
Liberal or conservative: conservative
Sunrises or sunsets: sunrises
Are you vegetarian: not technically but i actually thought about it last night and i haven’t had meet in a couple of weeks lmao so i guess?? but it’s not intentional
Are you vegan: nah but maybe one day. cheese and sour cream are just too good at the moment
Are you allergic to anything: penicillin and clindamycin
Are you polyamorous: nah man
Have you been out of state: yes
Have you been out of country: yeppers
Have you kissed a boy: nah
Have you kissed a girl: nah
Have you kissed an enby: no
Have you broken a bone: nopa
Have you been to the emergency room: yes
Have you ever been high: haha no but i wish. i just wanna experience that once ya know
Have you ever been drunk: no
Have you ever been in a band or a choir: heck to the no
Have you ever catfished someone: low key being catfished by suze @tidsoptlmist
Do you have any siblings: yeesh (2 older sisters)
Do you live with your parent(s): yeah
Do you have more than 100 followers: what’s a follower?
Do you have more than 1,000 followers: i think i’m the follower...
Do you have more than 10,000 followers: i’m just one person, so there’s just one follower
Do you smoke weed: no
Do you drink: nah
Do you have a job: no
Do you own any musician/ youtuber merch: i have a t-shirt for the Revivalists, Billy Joel, Elton John, the Beatles, and Rush
Do you have any internet friends: of course
Do you play any instruments: piano and sorta the harmonica
Where did you go/are you going to college: somewhere in lil ole arkansas
College major: finance with a concentration in financial investment and management
Names of all your group chats: (there’s a lot but it’s mostly family and school so like i’m not popular or anything but here we go) party planning committee (it’s a joke from the office & it’s one of my sisters, my dad, and myself), three squirrels & madre 2.0.1 (i think this one is retired but i found it on my phone still hahah), family, sisters only, gal pals, co18, aswell’s meme dungeon, hoes, and chap city
Tap the middle autofill button 10 times: don’t usually win or anything but you know how to
What time zone do you live in: GMT-5 (central in US)
Your best friends sign: leo
Your 2nd 3rd and 4th closest friends sign: taurus, aquarius, and cancer
Your crush’s sign: Ethan is a sagittarius, but i guess a more realistic one is aquarius
Your mom’s sign: virgo
Your dad’s sign: aquarius
Your siblings signs: leo and taurus
Your enemy’s sign: i don’t have an enemy but if i did, i sure as heck wouldn’t know their zodiac sign 😂
Your ex’s sign: i don’t have an ex, but the last guy i went on a date with (i don’t even want to call it a date but he made it one) was a libra
An ex best friends sign: leo (we’re still really good friends, but not best friends anymore hahah)
I tag: @dolanwavy @bandanadolan @justanotherdolanblog @obsidiandolans @dolanspacemendes
#tagged#97 questions#this was supposed to be called the 98 questions tag...#but there were only 97 questions....#so i renamed it#sue me
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of course as always this was brought upon me by none other then the mighty @het-lelijke-eendje, thanks yet again for making my evening less boring and more filled with personal and emotionally charged questions which is way better then just browsing dead dark souls memes
Last
1. Drink: cold mint tea
2. Phone call: i think my dad
3. Text message: “yo can you bring me my jacket tomorrow and drop it off later at my place?”
4. Song you listened to: Macdemarco “baby you’re out”
5. Time you cried: i’m not sharing that but what i can say is that i mostly cry because of my amnesia.
HAVE YOU
6. Dated someone twice: can’t say i have
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: every kiss is the beginning of regrets
8. Been cheated on: nope
9. Lost someone special: every dog i ever owned, who cares about humans
10. Been depressed: yes severely, but it’s in the past and i moved on like everyone who got rid of their depression.
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: of course, Cactus liquor of any kind tastes like nuclear waste now thanks to that one “drunk souls” evening with some friends.
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS
12-14: i’m colourblind and i like blue hues and maybe some purple
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU
15. Made new friends: a few
16. Fallen out of love: well it’s more of a “stopped loving” but yes and it sux.
17. Laughed until you cried: my friends make that happen on a daily basis. but mostly when we play DnD or when we’re super high.
18. Found out someone was talking about you: why should they? i’m a bland animator shut-in with no redeeming values except my undying love for the souls series, they should be ashamed if they were talking about me.
19. Met someone who changed you: yes, although i still can’t tell if it was for the better or not. i’m really reflecting on that part right now.
20. Found out who your friends are: I already know who my friends are and they know i’m theirs.
21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yes,
GENERAL
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them but i have circle of about 30 where i keep constant contact with.
23. Do you have any pets: Yes, a boston terrier he’s my silent animation buddy
24. Do you want to change your name: do i look like a guy with identity issues? i’m fine with my name.
25. What did you do for your last Birthday: got extremely high with my closest friends and dungeonmastered a game.
26. What time did you wake up: god idk i don’t keep track of time in the summer vacation.
27. What were you doing at midnight last night: listening to some podcasts (just started harmontown and i’m halfway through acquisitions incorporated) and drawing some new homebrew enemies for my DnD campaign.
28. Name something you can’t wait for: this is gonna sound sad but to be loved.
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a few minutes ago when she said she was gonna go to bed.
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Everyone wants to change things, but no one is ever happy with the ways things are. it’s funny how we always yearn for anything we can’t have or didn’t do in our lives. but if i could i would change the way i handled things with my ex.
31. What are you listening to right now: Biig Piig “Vice city”
32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: probably,
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my always increasing solitude and hermit lifestyle which is at the same time very relaxing. it’s really conflicting
34. Most visited website: Tumblr, reddit, youtube, 4chan in that order
RANDOM INFO ABOUT YOURSELF
35. Mole/s: hidden on my back
36. Mark/s: the upper part of my right ringfinger doesn’t have any feeling anymore because it got stuck between a car door when i was child. that and an eyebrow scar that was created during a weird collision between me and the radiator in kindergarden.
37. Childhood dream: as child i didn’t know. right now i’m aiming to become an art school teacher and to follow in the footsteps of the art teacher who taught me how to draw and find meaning in life. Jeff if you’re reading this i’m coming for you!
38. Hair color: Black, just black
39. Long or short hair: can i say medium/short for the sake of being difficult?
40. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes,
41. What do you like about yourself: that i quit drinking and that i like to help people who struggle with personal problems. i also am quite a good Dungeonmaster but that’s just plain out bragging.
42. Piercings: None
43. Blood type: O positive so that means i can donate to all you suckers!
44. Nickname: Lewis, Jewie (i’m not jewish) but generally just Louis
45. Relationship status: single
46. Zodiac: Pisces
47. Pronouns: call me whichever i’m not a sensitive person on the issue
48. Favourite TV Shows: none, any belgian TV show is complete garbage.
49. Tattoos: one day each of my closest friends including me is gonna make a tattoo design (we’re all artists so we know it’s gonna look ok) then we’re gonna put it in a hat and then we all take one randomly from the hat and put it wherever we want. but that’s all high concept stuff.
50. Right or left hand: Right
51. Surgery: i don’t wanna talk about that, it wasn’t fun and neither is having a neurological issue.
52. Hair dyed in different color: I’m fine with my black,
53. Sport: swimming
55. Vacation: this year it’s Japan and afterwards italy
56. Pair of trainers: no clue
MORE GENERAL
57. Eating: a small cookie
58. Drinking: yup still burning on that cold mint tea
59. I’m about to: finish this of and go for some dark souls pvp
61. Waiting for: some person to live for.
62. Want: to achieve new heights in my animation and drawing and to have an awesome DnD campaign this vacation.
63. Get married: god no, do you know how many people divorce these days? Nobody can withstand another person to the end of their lives. nothing lasts forever just go live together and have your own ceremony without all the paperwork and promises.
64. Career: again being an art teacher at my old middle school.
WHICH IS BETTER
65. Hugs or kisses: hugs definitely
66. Lips or eyes: i can’t really see eye colours so i’m gonna have to go with lips even though it’s not a feature i necesarily look for.
67. Shorter or taller: neither every size is fine.
68. Older or younger: again it doesn’t matter!
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: who caaaaares
71. Sensitive or loud: again i’m not a guy who looks for these parameters in people. everyone is sensitive and loud in some way.
72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker.
HAVE YOU EVER
74. Kissed a Stranger: Nope
75. Drank hard liquor: i’m a belgian who got over his alcoholism a year ago...
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no lenses no glasses no problems
77. Turned someone down: yes, it never feels good tho
78. Sex on the first date: haha what do you take me for? no not in the slightest.
79. Broken someone’s heart: yeah...i’m a dork
80. Had your heart broken: yes, Not so long ago actually. it’ll heal with time i suppose...
81. Been arrested: can’t say i have but i have been warned not to smoke pot outside once by a cop.
82. Cried when someone died: i’m human you know of course.
83. Fallen for a friend: yah
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…
84. Yourself: despite every action i make i would say yes. willpower is something immensely strong and is necesary for dealing with the hardships of life. but i’m not perfect i’m still trying to find such strong willpower.
85. Miracles: nope
86. Love at first sight: i believe in love at first sentence.
87. Santa Claus: krampus is the only santa i believe in.
88. Kiss on the first date: if it were to actually happen for once then yes.
OTHER:
90. Current best friend name: i’ve got several and no i won’t name them
91. Eye colour: dark green
92. Favorite movie: District 9, the usual suspect.
HOLY MOLY THAT WAS A LONG LIST
i’m not gonna tag anyone further sadly. unless any of those lurking schmucks wants to follow up on this then feel free to reply.
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Doped Up (Ethan x Reader)
Summary: Request from anon: “Could you write something based off of the twins video when they had their wisdom teeth removed and their girlfriend tags along? Maybe you could write one for each twin?“
Word Count: 1,656
Warnings: None, just Ethan naming boobs and being emotional.
A/N: I couldn’t wait to write this, it was just way too funny. I rewrote it a bit, so it won’t be exactly like the real video. Hope you like Ethan’s version! xx
“And... recording.” You said as you hit the button, pointing the camera at Grayson. He grinned from where he was sitting in the waiting room, bouncing his knee up and down in anticipation.
“Dude, Ethan is gonna be so far gone,” Gray said to the camera and you laughed quietly in response. “I can’t wait.”
“Do you think he’ll be worse than you were?” You asked curiously.
“I have no idea, I feel like he will be.”
His eyes were shining in excitement and he had a smile on his face. That face had been stuck on his face since you had picked them up this morning, never faltering as you vlogged the way over to the office. Ethan had been a bundle of nerves, expressing his fear of saying something that he’d regret. But you had quickly reassured him that whatever bad thing he said would be edited out, glaring at Grayson who was laughing.
The doctor came out a few minutes later, letting you know that Ethan was awake and done. You and Grayson got up, letting him walk in front of you as you filmed it all.
“Oh my God,” Grayson laughed. “Is that him cheering?”
It indeed was. You could hear him from a mile away and he sounded excited. You both laughed as you neared the door, stepping inside to take a look at Ethan who was sitting in the examination chair, arms extended by his sides.
“Ethan, you need to be quiet.” Grayson hushed him, coming to stand in front of him. You stood to the side, pointing the camera at a very flushed and dopey-looking Ethan. He looked like he was on top of the world and you bit back a smile.
“I don’t wanna be quiet,” the drugged out boy whined, contorting his face in dislike. He blinked slowly, touching his jaw. “Gray, I can’t feel my mouth.”
“I know, Eth. It’s gonna pass soon.” He assured him and you could see how he was trying to hold off his laughter.
You were still standing there quietly, filming everything that went down. Ethan started cheering loudly again without a care in the world and the doctor came in, looking slightly amused but also annoyed.
“Ethan, you need to be quiet. There are babies sleeping.” He hushed him, touching his shoulder slightly. You watched as the man in question frowned, cheeks puffy because of the gauze stuffed in his mouth.
“Babies? I love babies!” He sat up straighter, albeit a little clumsy and looked back at the doctor that was standing by the doorway. “Can I pet them?”
You couldn’t hold back your giggle.
“No, you don’t pet babies.” The doctor answered him calmly before shutting the door after him.
Ethan looked around, mumbling incoherently as he did the occasional cheer. For what reason, you didn’t understand. He started getting loud again and Grayson tried to calm him down but Ethan was ruthless, going as far as to moving around in the chair.
“Oh God, Y/N you really need to calm your man down,” Gray snorted out a laugh and grabbed the camera from your grasp. “Here, let me hold this.”
You didn’t particularly like being in their videos, but Ethan was being hushed by two nurses and he was carelessly whooping like he’d just won the lottery. You walked over to his side, pulling up a chair and taking his hands.
“Baby, you need to calm down.” You said over his loud voice, making him look over to you.
Confusion was written all over his face but he finally settled down. He cocked his head to the side and you held back a smile as his eyes grew to the size of golf balls.
“Holy moly, you’re smoking.” he exclaimed and Grayson laughed.
You blushed and sat up straighter in your chair, angling yourself so your blushing face wouldn’t be caught on camera. You knew that Ethan would watch the video later on and he’d tease you endlessly. That is, if he hadn’t already died from embarrassment beforehand.
“You’re smoking too.” You answered him and watched his smile grow, bloody gauze sticking out from his mouth and lips cracked; but he still looked as gorgeous as ever.
“Do you wan’ go out sometime? I can buy you ice cream and woo you.” He nodded, as if satisfied with himself and you giggled. Who even said ‘woo you’ anymore? He must really be floating way out of this world and universe.
“E, she’s your girlfriend.” Gray cut in and Ethan’s mouth dropped open.
“No! She is my girlfriend? But she’s so sexy,” he hissed like he couldn’t believe it before he went quiet. And then, “How?”
“I ask myself that question every day.” Gray joked and Ethan frowned.
He brought up a limp hand toward his mouth, poking inside and you winced because he would definitely feel the pain once the medication had worn off, and you would definitely be hearing about it.
Ethan pulled out one of his gauzes and lobbed it at Grayson, who jumped back with a protesting shriek. You bit back a laugh because you knew that would encourage Ethan.
“Ethan, that’s gross, don’t do that.” Gray chastised.
“Pick that shit up and put it back in my mouth.” He swore, pointing around with his finger. You and Grayson couldn’t hold it together any longer, so you both burst out in fits of giggles.
“Stop!”
Ethan bent over, as if to pick up the gauze from the floor and you put your hands on his shoulders to push him back.
“Don’t do that, E. You can’t put it back in.” You snorted and he pouted.
“Five second rule, hotness,” he slurred and you smiled.
“Yeah... not exactly.”
You looked at Grayson who looked like he was having the time of his life, giggling like a child behind the camera.
“38 second rule then, I don’t give a damn.”
When Ethan was clear to go, you both hauled him with a lot of difficulty to the car. He kept protesting and talking about Sea World (”Poor Tilikum, can we save him? Can we kidnap him and put him in the sea? Please?”). You thought you finally had it but he decided then that it was too warm outside, so he pulled off his sweater with great difficulty and slung it away, cheering. It got too embarrassing when he decided that you looked “too delicious” (not your words, his), so he began grabbing at you, rubbing his naked chest over your back with moans that had you blushing all kinds of different colors. You knew that Gray would never edit out the part where Ethan thought it was a good idea to announce to the world that he loved your chest. And how he had named them, (”This one is Silky, and this one is Snuzzle. Because I like to nuzzle ‘em”).
You were the designated driver and Grayson handled the camera on the drive back to the house. And Ethan was a nightmare to have in the backseat. He’d blast music because Grayson thought it would be a good idea to hand him the AUX cord, he lost his three hats, which you had to admit was hilarious. And he got very emotional when he - once again - realized that you were his girlfriend, saying how lucky he was.
You got out of the car together, grabbing the camera from Grayson to film them walking. Ethan waltzed inside the house like he just came straight out of the 8 Mile movie and you giggled as you filmed him, vanishing inside. You turned the camera to Grayson.
“So, who do you think was the worst out of the two of you?” You asked jokingly.
“Honestly, I wasn’t even close to being that messed up. I don’t even know what they gave him.” He laughed. “He’s going to be in so much pain.”
“Poor baby,” you smiled and walked backwards, filming Grayson twirling his car keys in his hand.
“At least he has a nurse.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you gasped dramatically, lowering the camera slightly to kick him. He was too quick though, dodging your hit.
You both walked in to find Ethan’s clothes folded neatly in the hallway, the only thing missing being his underwear. Which made you sigh in relief because as much as you loved him and his body, you didn’t want him running around naked all doped up on drugs.
“What is wrong with him?” Grayson laughed out loud, walking inside.
“Ethan?” You yelled out, listening for any sign of life.
You heard a groan coming from his bedroom and so you both walked over, finding the poor boy already snuggled up in his bed, sheets pulled up to his neck.
“You okay, E?” Grayson asked, walking over with the camera.
You left them there to go back to the kitchen, getting his medication out of your bag and filling up a glass of water. When you stepped in you found Gray putting away the camera, grinning at a half asleep Ethan.
“He’s all yours, Y/N.” He laughed and walked out, you pushing him as he walked past you.
You made your way over to his side of the bed, putting down the glass and the bottle on his nightstand. And you couldn’t help but take a look at him, his eyes were droopy, struggling to keep them open.
“You’re beautiful.” he mumbled and you smiled, feeling lucky that he was yours.
“And so are you,” you whispered and leaned over to peck his forehead. “Now sleep, my gorgeous man.”
“Sleep with me, please.” His voice was weak, like he was almost talking in his sleep. But you complied, moving over to the other side of the bed, crawling in under the sheets and carefully spooning him.
He hummed in satisfaction, finally at peace. And you had never felt more at home.
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