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eiraeths · 5 months

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do you guys want some of my cod 141 headcanons you’re getting them anyways

SOAP

-puts stuff in his mouth a lot to hold it when he runs out of hands (this includes when he’s making explosives, it stresses everyone out)

-gets cute aggression and bites people

-will also bite in a fight

-has bits and pieces of rubble from explosions that he thought looked pretty

-is feral, like he takes a hit to the face during a spar and grins with blood trickling into his mouth

-had a graffiti phase as a teen that never fully left and because of it he writes in all capital letters. this is great when they need something written down where no one can read it. (the 141 probably had a meeting where they went over how to read his handwriting)

-has dreams so realistic he wakes up confused wondering if it was a memory he forgot about even if it didn’t make sense

-military grade anger issues

-never fully grew out of his punk phase

-his childhood room was full of road signs and traffic cones

-is actually a hardass when it comes to training recruits (i think the proper term for privates in the sas is troopers but im calling them recruits cause that seems to be the term everyone uses)(everyone thought his bright attitude meant that he’s laid back and easygoing. no. he’s not. yall ever seen those videos of drill sergeants coming up with the most creative insults? thats him)

-randomly says “i am normal and can be trusted around military grade weapons”

-his journal from the og games is a must in the remaster sorry i don’t make the rules

GHOST

-can play guitar super fucking well, im talking full on fingerstyle ballads

-major staring problem, if he doesn’t want to talk to someone he’ll stare until they go away. sometimes stares at people for no reason. also stares when he wants something. he’s always watching.

-would be interested in getting into blacksmithing if he didn’t grow up poor and hates spending money on himself that isn’t out of necessity (seriously you need like 30k to start a forge)

-can and will obsess over damascus patterns in blades (i feel like his favorite pattern would be fish bone or those really complicated mosaic patterns. he gets soap into it too by showing him fireball patterns)

-never grew out of echolalia and because of this is amazing at mimicking noises (he mimicks smoke alarm battery low noises and phone chimes to troll people sometimes.)

-road rage, but its quiet fuming comments that make you grip the oh shit handle for dear life (“you better turn off your fucking highbeams or i can’t be blamed for the head on collision that’s about to happen”)(no one can tell if he’s serious or not)

-hates tin foil, hearing it or touching it makes him clench his jaw because it feels like he can feel it in his teeth

-secret sweet tooth, but it comes and goes. sometimes he’s disgusted by anything sweeter than white bread and other times he can fuck up an entire box of lil debbie cakes

-can hand sew efficiently and fast as fuck

-his favorite type of blanket is a heavy quilt

GAZ

-is aggressively hydrated and is one of those people who carry around those big 128 oz water bottles

-gets competitive over karaoke (it took him months to convince everyone to join and he only got the idea after finding out soap wanted to be in a band as a teen and that he spent days learning how to properly vocal fry)

-says WOO! when he’s super fucking excited (will throw his arms up as well if soap is around because the two of them are an echo chamber of emotion)(the WOO! might actually be canon theres a voice line in warzone)

-probably the most up to date on modern fashion trends (get this man a long cashmere coat he deserves it)

-he does own a bedazzled cap he found at a gas station though (it’s hideous)

-elaborate skin care routine (he’s conned everyone to have some sort of routine. especially ghost. he got so concerned when it hit him that ghost was always wearing the eyeblack)

PRICE

-listens to black label society (i won’t budge on this its not even a head canon to me anymore its fact it was revealed to me in a dream)

-plays solitaire (he’s a very high level and it took him less than a year to get there. no one knows where he found the time to play for that long)

-drives a manual and shames people who don’t know how to work a stick

-literature nerd (im talking all the classics and philosophy books this man can get his hands on)

-discovered tennessee moonshine and has thought about it ever since

-smacks people on the back of the head when they’re doing something stupid

-if anyone makes a negative comment on his facial hair he gives them the dirtiest side eye

GEN/MULTI

-gaz and soap carry those big contractor waterproof sharpies and leave gaz was here or soap was here everywhere they go (this stemmed from soap’s graffiti phase and gaz turned it into a competition. they once got into a competition on who could leave the most signs until price called them muppets and confiscated their sharpies)

-ghost put soap in air jail once, it was very effective

-gaz and soap go to the gym together and take photos in the mirrors after they’re done (somewhere there’s a photo of the time they got ghost to join and they even got him to flex an arm)

-ghost and soap are professional assholes to each other.

-none of the 141 are allowed play card games and gamble with each other because they’re all dirty charlatans

-price tried to stop smoking only once and carried around gum and peppermints. ghost stole the peppermints and soap wouldn’t stop asking for gum

-gaz and ghost are the only ones who really try to adhere to the lights out rule. price and soap can be seen drinking coffee throughout the day

-all of them can hold a grudge for life

-ghost clears his throat loudly when any of them smoke by him. or stares. depends on the say

-if any of the smokers see another outside smoking and decides to join them it turns into a drawn out conversation about the most mundane topics

-the 141 can have full conversations of pure sarcasm nons

#task force 141 #cod headcanons #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #cod price #john price #i need more gaz headcanons #modern warfare headcanons #cod 141 #141 headcanons #ear headcanons

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gingerjolover · 4 months

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Imagine giving JB a little telecaster ornament for your first tree together 🥹

omgggg okay wait this is SO CUTE

little hc for ya

first off we all know how jb feels about christmas but I think if you liked christmas she would lit do anything to make you happy even if that means the entire house is covered in glitter and bows and christmas lights

im changing this slightly and saying this is the first tree in the new house! (canonically jules and soft!gf have moved to LA from Nash)

i feel like the house is still in slight disarra like its all ogranized chaos and munagenius has been helping as best they can get the two of yall settled yall moved right after tour so it was just one thing after another

i feel like julien was so revered this year but feels a lot of stress at home because she wants to make sure you're feeling appreciated and happy bc of the move and just how distant (geographically) shes been this year

yall have a big fake tree that you used to put in the front room of the nashville house that made its move to LA with yall

and julien has tried to decorate the house outside to the best of her abilities like her tiny ass was up on a ladder before naomi was like "okay dude get down and let me do it"

and once the outside is covered in lights and bows she moves to set up the tree

and you're a sight for sore eyes when she on a step stool wrapping the tree in pretty warm white christmas lights

"hey sugar," she says looking down at you, smiling widely as you approach

she steps down, planting kisses along your hairline as you nuzzle into her

"'got you somethin'" you mumble against her cheek, kissing her gently

"oh yeah? what's that?" she smiles, eyes twinkling as the lights reflect in her (baby cow) eyes\

and you're cheekily handing her a box as she leans against the stair railing, one ankle behind the other as she starts to unwrap the small box

she opens it and her jaw drops slightly, not because its an unusual gift, shocking, or even super extravagant

she just LOVES being known

and for context, i dont think your tree is ever super decorated, maybe there's some ornaments from your childhood or yall have pics of the dogs made into ornaments, there's definitely a queer joy one or some type of pride one, and your friends have also gotten you joke-y ones over the years

but this one is a beautiful mini telecaster ornament

and maybe you got it handmade so julien can lit feel the quality and weight as she holds it

and the back has like the two of your names or the year carved

and youre just smiling nervously because christmas is not the vibe for jb

stammering you're like, "it's just the first tree since being engaged and i thought you'd like it and its one that's just your own and its handma-" and julien is cutting you off pulling you into a deep kiss, dipping you slighty

her hand on the back of your neck, the other pressed against your lower back still holding the ornament

"it's perfect, you're perfect, i love it," she says pressing her forehead against yours

and youre still breathing heavy from the kiss being like "okay, yeah, cool..."

and jb is giggling before putting it back in the box, her hand resting on your ass to push you up onto the step stool

"okay its you're turn to do the wrapping im sick of this shit, im gonna hand the lights to you, yeah?" she says grabbing the line of lights

and you both just laugh, finishing the christmas decorations before the rest of the house is even finished

and then during your little holiday/housewarming party, people walk in and your house is so cozy and warm and beautifully festive, and julien is stoked to show her little telecaster ornament hung at the front of the tree

#anon cutie #julien baker x reader #julien baker hc #julien baker fluff #gingybread's holidaze

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chrissv4mp · 22 days

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hey!! your writing is too fucking good omg. would you be down to write a cute celebration with olivia rodrigo, where the reader is an athlete and makes the winning basket or smth??

my champion 🏆💞

warnings: none!

author's note: HIHI ur so sweet, tysm☹️🫶🏼 also, more olivia fics out soon bc yall seem to really like them!!🙈 this is a little short bc im like really bad at writing fluff! also olivia being a basketball gf... AHHHH very VERY old thing i wrote butttt... i had to keep u guys fed until i get so american out!!

pairing: fem!reader × olivia rodrigo OR basketball player!reader × olivia rodrigo

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"that's a travel, what the fuck?" you scoffed, resisting the urge to stand up off the bench.

coach collins sighed, rubbing her temple as she looked to the ground. the opposing team bad just made a basket and were now ahead of USC.

you bounced your leg out of stress as you looked up at the scoreboard, 2 more minutes until the fourth quarter, and the state championships, ended.

"we need subs," coach collins said, but your teammates didn't move until she looked back at them darkly.

you didn't move either, assuming that you weren't allowed any playing time since you had been in for a majority of the game.

"y/n, you too." a smile formed on your lips as you stood and ran to quickly kneel on the sideline.

the referee blew the whistle and you and the other 4 girls were allowed on the court. you couldn't help but look up into the crowd, trying to spot your girlfriend.

"c'mon, y/n! woo!" olivia cheered, and you could feel your smile and the urge to win grow.

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15 seconds, and the opposing team had the ball.

they were still up by one point, and you kept cursing yourself for missing baskets.

"shoot the god damn ball!" an audience member yelled, and the girl who had the ball obeyed.

it bounced off the rim, falling straight into your hands. you didn't hesitate to sprint down the court, stopping just at the 3-point line.

you had to make this or USC would lose. you would lose.

inhaling deeply, you bent your knees and then jumped, watching as the ball rolled off your fingertips and into the air.

3 seconds, the crowd informed as they counted down. the ball hit the rim, but it didn't bounce back.

2 seconds, the ball spun around the orange rim, and you could feel your nerves coming back.

1 second, the ball went in.

the crowd erupted in cheerful roars, screams being heard from your team as they ran up to you.

your mouth fell open, shock being visible on your face as one of your teammates came to pat you on the back.

"let's go, y/n!" she yelled, smiling.

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after the small celebration with your team and a quick shower, you began to make your way down the hall towards the exit.

just as you were about to pass a hallway, olivia jumped out at you and pulled you into her embrace.

your eyes widened for a second, but then you wrapped your arms around her lovingly, resting your chin on her shoulder and breathing in her perfume.

"you did great, babe." she muttered, pulling away from the hug before grabbing your face and kissing you.

smiling, you grabbed her waist, bringing your bodies closer together before muttering against her lips, "thank you, liv. i wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

olivia pulled away before showering your face with kisses again, holding you tightly.

"hey, let's get out of here, yeah?" you suggested, grabbing hold of her hand and beginning to walk out of the building.

liv nodded, not being able to take her eyes off of you.

"what're you looking at?" you laughed as you got into the car, buckling your seat belt as you put your keys into the ignition.

"you. you're just so pretty." she mused, reaching over to grab your hand again.

the car ride home wasn't at all silent due to olivia congratulating you ever 5 seconds. she was such a sweet girl, you didn't understand why other people didn't think so.

as the two of you approached your home, olivias smile widened, her grip on your hand just a little tighter, "i knew you guys would win, y'know?"

you smirked, looking over at her as you parked the car in your driveway, "yeah?"

the brunette nodded, "yeah, that's why i did something special. just for you, baby."

"c'mon." she smiled, getting out of the car.

your smirk turned to a smile as you got out of the car, following liv inside of the house and out to the backyard.

your mouth fell agape as you saw the scene outside. there was a small blanket on the grass, on top of it was a picnic basket with pillows laying just beside it.

"liv, oh my god." you mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

"surprise, love." she said, kissing your cheek before leading you to the sit beside her on the blanket.

_____________

it wasn't long until the sun had set and the both of you were lying down and looking up at the stars, hands intertwined.

the only sounds that heard were quiet breaths and the gentle gusts of wind every now and then.

you loved whenever it was like this, just you and your girlfriend alone, sitting in comfortable silence.

"i love you." you whispered, turning your head to look over at the beautiful brunette.

liv turned her head just after you, staring at your eyes as she smiled sweetly, "i love you more,"

you rolled your eyes, scoffing as you looked away, "not possible, but okay, liv."

"it is possible?" olivia laughed, squeezing your hand lovingly.

the rest of the night was spent under your guys' shared roof, holding each other tightly and never letting go.

you wondered what you did to deserve liv.

. . .

tags: @strnilolo @heartsforchrisandmatt @iluvmattyb @sturn3g1rl @mstxrniolo @@mattsneezing @ryli3sworld @chrissturnswife @mayhem-72 @mattsbbg @sturn-wrld @stingerayyy2 @freshloveee @films4sturni @h3arts4harry @voidghsts @@lanixsturniolo @thebottledwatersupplier @niicksposts @sluttformatt @junovrsmp4 @freshsturns @333-luvsturns @stvrnslover @twelveozpepsi

#olivia rodrigo guts #guts olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo x reader #olivia rodrigo #guts album #guts tour #spill your guts #sour tour #sour album

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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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BIG DEAL . JJK

Summary : lately you've been feeling lack of affection from your boyfriend and you decide to let it be. until your silence catches up with you.

>>pairing : idol!jungkook x fem!reader.

>>trope : established relationship.

>>genre : angst, smut, fluff.

>>warnings/tags : softdom!jungkook, sub!reader, sad confrontations, crying, wall sex, one ass slap, unprotected sex, oral for one second (f recieving), teasing, dirty talk, cum tasting, sweet aftercare, they jus inlove.

a/n - yall juh vibe and enjoy this, I tried to write it up to par, but it was rushed and is poorly written, forgive me. No bam appearances. Maybe next time!

~★~

"It's not even that serious."

"Jungkook, it is. Stop arguing and fix it."

This is one of the most normal days in your life, non- stop bickering between you and your boyfriend, on the broken kitchen cabinet holding all the fragiles.

"Jungkook, don't go back and do karaoke, my mugs are suffering!" You exclaim, rubbing your forehead at frustration of your boyfriend walking away.

"Baby, come on. I'll do that tomorrow. I'm not even sane enough to hold a screwdriver." Of course he isn't. He just had some beer and is now singing out of his mind, and it doesn't usually annoy you, not when he's listening to you.

You sigh, your heart feeling heavy at his response and you wouldn't usually feel this way over a cabinet, but it's constant now, jungkook doesn't listen to you these days, doesn't even hug and kiss you like you'd like. Those gestures feel forced nowadays.

"Fine, Jk. Whenever you're ready." You don't miss the way Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion when you leave the room.

He wonders why 'Jk' and not 'kook', 'babe' or 'koo'.

Dropping the LG remote he walks behind you, and upon entering your shared bedroom, he finds you on the floor with your phone screen lit up in your face and it looks like to him, you're going through his and your album filled with all your pictures.

"Stop staring, Jk." He catches himself staring too long and perks up at your voice, reminding himself what he's here for.

"What's wrong, baby?" Its ridiculous isn't it? How he thinks he could waltz up in here and expect an immediate response, he should know by now or is he that insolent?

That's all that plagues in your head.

"Bab-"

"What don't you see? Hmm, Jk. You don't care anymore, never listening to me, not even paying attention to my needs anymore. But you have the audacity to ask what's wrong? I don't even want to talk anymore."

By the time you're done, your lash line is filled with tears threatening to spill and soil your cheeks. Jungkook takes note of it and gets on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring your face into his chest as you sob your heart out, too weak to push him away. Jungkooks tattooed hand pats your head lovingly as he whispers apologies, his own eyes burning at the tears threatening to spill.

"I-im so sorry, baby. You and I both know I'd never want to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you so much." He doesn't expect a response immediately but he yearns it so bad. He want to hear you tell him you love him too.

Your chests are heaving against one another as you both cry your emotions out. Jungkook crying from the stress at work, the stress over you, stress from his bad habits, as he cries into your hair.

You cry on his chest, your tears making his shirt wet as you cry from frustration, crying from the touch you've yearned for weeks, crying because he loves you. He said it and it felt genuine as it swelled in your heart from weeks of not hearing it.

It's about 20 minutes later when jungkook feels your hands fisting his shirt and he knows what you mean, cause when he looks down, your wandering and red eyes are staring straight into his own red eyes and prominent bags.

You bring your hand up to his hair and you run your hand through his locks. You then force his head down to meet with your forehead.

Leaning up, your lips meet his slightly and ever so quietly you whisper to him, " Don't make me feel alone again. Listen to me sometimes and I'll listen to you. I'm here for you, Koo." And softly your lips meet his chapped ones.

Jungkook allows for you to take the lead, as you kiss him softly and ever so passionately, your hands running through his soft locks.

The kiss turns heated as you probe your tongue on jungkooks lower lip, urging him to allow your tongue and he does. His tongue meets your warm one and you swirl it around, doing it as you would a lollipop.

Your hands instinctively go lower as you pull jungkooks shirt above his head, your lips separating to allow the action. You dive back in for his lips but jungkook holds your cheeks in his hands, as his eyes roam your face underneath the bright mikrokosmas light.

"I love you,____, so much." And before you could respond with the same adoration, your being lifted up and your back meets the cold wall.

"Tell me you love me." Jungkook prodes as he removes your baby tee from the confines of your chest.

Your breathing is picking up as you're only getting wetter at the thought of being fucked against this wall, and jungkooks dominance showing out.

Jungkooks hand is toying with your tits and you throw your head back to moan, totally forgetting what jungkook had asked of you.

"Tell me or I'll stop,___."

"I do, Jungkook. I love you so much! So, Please touch me." Your hand guides his tattooed one to your clothed pussy, and jungkook complies, rubbing your clit on your spandex shorts.

"That's it, baby. That's all I wanted. Gonna fuck you now."

"Please~" you whine, feeling your high coming from just being rubbed through your shorts.

Jungkook chuckles at your desperateness, choosing to tease you even more as he peels off your shorts at a torturous speed, that is so so slow.

"Jungkook! Please!"

"Getting there, baby." And with a swift pull, both your shorts and thong are ridded off your body and you're left bare for jungkook.

Your pussy meets the cold air and a thin coat of sweat is on your collarbone and forehead from your desperation, you tell yourself to wait a little more as you watch Jungkook rids himself of his sweatpants.

But you can't. So you bring your fingers to rub your clit and the pleasure has you moaning exaggeratingly.

"Fuck! Kook!" Jungkook perks up and quickly brings his tip to your aching pussy, the hardness of his cock confining in your pussy walls.

In unison you both murmur a , "fuck!" Into the room.

As slowly as he starts, jungkook thrusts up into you as your hands come down to his hair, and your lips meet for a loving kiss as his thrusts become more sharper and faster.

"Mmh, such a tight pussy for me. And you always this wet? Tell me, baby." Jungkooks words are so dirty and urge your tummy to coil tighter as you feel your high coming.

Jungkook recieves a Moan as response and he isn't so happy, he just wants his good girl to tell him if she's so wet for him. What's so hard about that?

If only he'd know how his dick makes you lose your ability of speaking. But he doesn't when he lays a slap upon your ass, the sound filling the room along with your slickness on his cock, as it slips in and out of you with ease, the sound of Mac and cheese in the room.

"Answer me." You mutter a chant of 'fucks' as you lay your head on his sweaty shoulder, your high approaching.

"Y-yes, Koo- m' so fucking wet for you! I'm gonna cum! Sh-hit I'm gonna fucking cum." You mewl your sentence messily as a fucked out jungkook smirks at your legs going weak in his arms.

"Cum all over this cock, baby, wanna hear you cum." Jungkools gruff voice fills your ears as you bite down on his shoulder, your eyes hazy and watery at the sensation of cumming do hard.

Jungkook doesn't stop thrusting and youre moaning loudly and tiredly, awaiting jungkooks load in your pussy.

"Mmh, fuck! So fucking tight." His thrusts are sloppier and wetter, as the mix of your cum and his wet dick fill you up.

"Cum inside, kook. Fill me up." With a low groan, spurts of white fill your pussy as your feel it trailing down your thighs.

Jungkook came.

And it's so fucking thick. But with enough time to spare thinking about it. Jungkook peels your body off the wall as he brings you to the bed.

Quickly rushing to grab a wet cloth.

He comes back and places it on your swollen clit and messy pussy.

He backtracks, moving it away and taking initiative as he places his tongue on your pussy, licking up both yours and his cum off.

It catches you off guard as you let out a low moan.

Jungkook quickly finishes and he finally cleans you both up. Grabbing fresh clothes for you to sleep in.

When jungkook places you comfortably in the blankets, he turns to leave and your grabby hands pull him back.

"Koo, where you going?" Your eyes are fighting it at this point and jungkook chuckles at that, his smile genuine.

"I'm just going to switch off the TV and lights, okay? Be right back, angel."

And he's back before you know it, leaning over to switch off your side lamp.

Placing a long deep kiss on your forehead, jungkook promises to love you forever as you fall into deep slumber.

whispering the promise back into his chest, you finally allow sleep to take over you.

Do not copy my work. I'll find you.

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dobiemart · 2 years

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pretty girl

pairing, steven “steve” harrington x reader

summary, y/n goes to the pharmacy to fix her monthly problem, but when she encounters steve and the boys during a troubled moment, will she fix theirs as well?

y/n saving steve (and his kiddo’s) asses

word count, 2.4k

byr, i literally said “bro remember that pharmacy scene from it? yeah yeah what if i wrote that for steve instead?” and this was the result

im back on my steve shit and i’ve decided he needs more attention because he doesn’t get enough despite the millions of people that love him and i put that on jesus christs name amen.

and again tysm for all the love on my stories yall had me kicking my feet yesterday ong

warnings, vaguely(?) detailed injuries, swearing, medical stuff??, creepy/pervy pharmacist, mentions of periods, bickering, flirting (reader and icky pharmacists), steve being a stressed out mama and our dusty bun being hurt.

you strolled through the almost vacant, chilly pharmacy, without many things in your mind. you were on a mission. get the pads, get all the snacks you could buy with 15 bucks, and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible.

you lazily dragged your feet against the dirty carpeted floor, eventually reaching the dreaded isle, feasting your gaze on the wide selection of feminine products the shelf stocked. it was surprisingly stocked with slightly damp cardboard, and the fact that the health department cared this much was slightly heartwarming.

after scanning for copious amounts of seconds, you locked your eyes desired box of extra strength and extra absorbent tampax, you gave a hefty sigh as your fingertips brushed over the cheap cardboard, picking it up with a scoff and a, “yeah, you’ll do.”

as soon as you grabbed the pack of beloved absorbent cotton, your stride to the row of sugar lined on the shelves was interrupted by the nagging tone of the door’s bell sung to you as multiple footsteps toppled in.

“dude, move—” “no, you move!” “you’re hurting me- watch the shoulder! watch it!” multiple voices could be heard from the front of the store, a few isles infront of where you were. you weren’t particularly keen to listen into people's conversations, but it did sound interesting.

rustling and grunting was heard from the isle directly in front of you after a few seconds, as well as more banter from the strangers. “okay– all this’ll be fine to use, for now at least.” one of the boys said, presumably sounding younger. “do we even have the money for all that?” another young voice said. a short period of silence falling over the store after that one, the calm, generic seasonal music being audible once again.

“holy shit- i forgot my wallet!” a somewhat familiar sounding man stated after, an obvious lower tone in his voice. “you forgot what!” both of the younger kids said in unison. a small giggle came from your mouth, but you quickly stopped it, as to not alarm them that you were listening.

needing a bit more information in the situation, you slyly walked over to the end of the isle, peeking over when you accidentally knocked a bottle of acetone over, making all three of the guys shoot their gazes over to you.

there stood the guys in all their glory; lucas sinclair with his arms overflowing with medical supplies, dustin henderson whose bloodied shoulder did not look so hot, and none other than steve harrington, forever and always looking like your typical, stressed out mother of 6, standing with his hands on his hips.

you pushed yourself out from the side and stared at them like a deer in headlights, while they were doing the same. nobody spoke up, nor did anyone blink. everyone was practicing cosplaying as statues, with steve being the first to snap out of it.

“you okay?” he cautiously asked as you too eventually snapped out of the shocked state you were in, quickly leaning over to pick up the grounded acidic chemical.

“yeah— yeah. ‘m fine. is he okay?” you replied after picking up the item and returning your gaze to dustin's shoulder yet again. it looked as if a bears’ claws had ripped his skin to the white meat, along with having some grudge against his blush pink shirt.

“it’s none of your busin—“ lucas interjected before getting cut off by the injured boy. “i got attacked by a goose,” he blurts out quickly. “yeah.. i was trying to give them some food and mama didn’t like that very much, as you could see.” he further explained with a toothless grin and small laugh.

“oh.. okay..?” you replied with an obvious tone filled with doubt, your eyes also squinting in question. but, if the boy said it was a goose, it was a goose. you had no room to judge nor question him. plus, geese could be some mean motherfu—

“we were just- in a small.. accident. we gotta get him cleaned up, but i forgot my wallet at home and these knuckleheads are short on funds, too.” the oldest male added himself into the conversation again, recollecting his spot as the first to acknowledge you while slightly shoving both of the younger boys’ heads.

as you looked closer at dustins’ gash, you’d figured there was no way he could roam the streets without it getting infected the second he walked out of here. the air in hawkins could get you sick if you breathed wrong, so you made a split second decision off the top of your head.

“stay right here. i'll get you your shit, but you gotta run when he's not looking.” you leaned closer to them, whispering loud enough for just them to hear. “what?! the hell are you about to go do?” lucas whisper-yelled back at you.

“do you want the boy to bleed out or not,” you replied harshly, wishing you’d just picked up your snacks and hauled ass back home. all three of them nodded quickly at the swap of your tone and you gave a single nod back, smoothing out your clothes and heading to the front desk.

you slightly pulled your top down, exposing the slightest bit of your bust as you sauntered up to the older pharmacist that was on his shift. giving him a bright smile and doe-like eyes as you locked gazes with him, slightly pulling your bottom lip with your top row of teeth.

“mr. keene! it’s so lovely to see you again.” you greeted with a sultry tone, dropping your voice to make it lower. “how’ve you been?”

“better now that you’re here, sweetheart. you look.. mature, as always,” he replied while shooting his eyes down to the valley of your breasts and back up before his gaze could linger. the glimmer in his eyes was sickening as he practically drooled from a simple question.

“well, thank you. you’re very kind, sir.” you mocked a surprised gasp, clasping a hand over your chest to continue to sell the act of purity and innocence to him.

“have i ever told you how much i love your hair? it makes you look just like tom cruise,” you said, leaning over the counter to give him a closer look to your bust, hoping and praying it would deter the man a little more.

“well,” he huffed out with a breathy laugh, slightly ruffling the greasy mop of remaining hair he had, “i don’t know about all that now, missy.” giving a slight chuckle after the statement.

“can i feel it? just once, it’ll only take a second. i promise.” you said while tutting your lip out, giving him the biggest, childlike puppy dog eyes you could muster up.

he gave a choked cough, ultimately replying with a small ‘sure,’ before leaning forward as well, giving you easier access to his drenched hair. it looked gross, and you could only imagine how horrendous it would feel beneath your fingertips.

as you pretended to reach out, you purposely aimed low as to strike the rack of cigarettes in your path instead. you’d totally thank yourself later for dodging that huge bullet and not having to steal disinfectant for your hands, too.

“shit! i’m so sorry, mr. keene, i didn’t mean to—“ you murmured out, giving him a forged impression of sympathy on your face as an addition to your apology.

“‘s okay.” he huffed out, bending over to start picking up the dropped packs of cancerous smokes. as he knelt, you quickly looked over your shoulder and signaled for the boys to leave.

turning your head back to the counter to make sure the older man wasn’t finished, you quietly slid a pack into your pants pocket before shifting back to watching mr. keene. a tiny smirk had sprouted and started to blossom on your face.

“steve! let’s go, dude!” you heard dustin usher the older guy in a quiet panic. “he's staring at the pretty girl that helped us,” lucas exaggerated his sigh, trying to pull steve out along with dustin. “psShh- did you just say ‘that pretty girl,” sinclair?! that pretty girl is y/n l/n! the prettiest girl i’ve ever fuckin’ seen at that,“ he drags on about her without noticing the precious time he was wasting.

you quickly chucked the pack of pads that had been resting on the stained countertop directly at steve's face. a clear sign for him to ‘get the fuck out!’ of the store. you tried your hardest not to chortle and burst out into giggles at the shocked expression sprouting across his features. he looked cute when he was surprised.

he caught them after they’d bounced off of his nose, still adorning that same expression with a small ‘o’ forming at his lips. he finally took the hint to run off with his boys, banging his back against the metal shelf before shuffling out quickly, along with the bell of the door repeating it’s irritating noise.

you gave one more quick glance at the man still kneeling at the ground, deciding to book it out the door as well. backing up slowly, you stepped far enough from the counter for your footsteps to not be very loud against the carpet. grabbing a quick pack of band aids, you turned around and ran out of the door, smirking even wider for actually getting away with this stupid plan.

hearing the bell above the door singing it’s sad song for the last time, you slowly rounded the corner to hear the voices bickering yet again.

“dude! that fuckin’ hurts!” “watch the language, dusty bun,” “can you let that go, steven-“ “can you both shut up?! or do you want him to actually die like that girl said–“ “THAT GIRL??!-“

you heard steve’s parental-like voice starting to ramble again as you fully rounded the corner, seeing them slumped on the side of the pharmacy’s wall.

they all looked at you with a similar expression as you walked closer, one that you didn’t really care to read that much. your mission had already been altered with another task. get the pads, check. get all the snacks you could buy with–, shit! how did you forget the damn snacks?! jesus h. christ, y/n. and get your ass out of there as soon as humanly possible. well, almost check.

you shuffled over to the boys and held out the box of carebear band aids you’d picked up without a second glance to lucas, who took them without words, but a small nod in thanks.

“here. for his cut. carebears fix everything, with their whole ‘power of positivity’ shebang, y’know?” you explained with a quick shrug, scanning your eyes over the small gash on his forehead that had started to open up again from how much he’d been looking up at you.

“thanks, for all of this. you really didn't have to pull that for us,” steve babbled out his gratitude, starting his mindless ranting yet again. did he always do that? or was it just around you? he’d been just fine talking to the younger guys.

“it’s really no problem. your buddy would’ve gotten a gnarly infection without it. plus, it’s not like you don't owe me for this.” you replied in an obvious tone, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you spoke.

“wh– oh! of course! obviously i owe you, big time. just let me know whenever you need something,” he continued his ramble, softly gesturing with his hands as he spoke. his face grew a soft pink hue as your eyes met his, only growing brighter when you talked back to him.

“cool. oh, by the way, i’m—“ “l/n. youre l/n.. right?” steve quickly cut you off, reciting your own last name to you and trying to pretend like he didn't just break into your sentence.

you gave a breathy laugh at his bright red complexion, ignoring the fact that he’d already known your name since hawkins wasn’t a very large town. “well, i’m y/n, actually, but the last name works too, harrington.” you replied to him with a small smile. he was cute when he was nervous.

“yeah– yeah i knew that,” he replies with a growing smile too. you two were practically lost in your own little moment before dustin interjected with his own sassy comment to break you two’s monologue up.

“sorry to ruin your ‘perfect movie moment’” he brought up his hands and scrunched his fingers in air quotations, slightly huffing as his shoulder blade moved, “but, i have a hot date with suzie to get to. so if we could hurry this up, that would be great.” the boy ushered at you and steve, as well as lucas to get him to hurry.

“of course. i’ll get out of your–“ pausing for a second, you motioned your hand to steve’s tousled locs that had obviously seen better times. thought, he still looked fine, dare you say finer with his usually upkept hair messed up and all over the place. “..hair. now. don’t forget about our deal, harrington.” you added while sliding your hands into your pockets.

his hands quickly shot up to try and fix the mess atop his head. “i’d never dream of it, l/n.” he shot back, a grin still spreading on his face as his hands stopped their work. you gave a curt nod before turning on your heels and starting your journey back home. you’d made it 3 steps away before steve’s voice interrupted you yet again.

“hey! uh– we’re gonna be at the drive in tomorrow, if you’d wanna come..?” he cautiously asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might've had. you were practically strangers, minus knowing names. “you don’t have to, of course. i don’t wanna push you into anythi–“

“sure thing,” you tried to nicely cut through his rambles, just so you wouldn’t have to stand there for another hour listening. “you could repay me there. take me as a date, yeah?” you shot back, steve having to do a double take of what you said at least 3 times before he came back down to earth.

“wh- yeah- i, uh– sure, obviously,” he tried to come up with a logical response and failed multiple times. after he realized how much he was going on about, he quickly looked down and scratched the back of his neck. you laughed at his antics and spun around once again, starting your walk back up.

“see you at 7?!” he yelled once more from behind your back. though, you didn’t turn back around, nor stop at that point. you kept on walking with your hands in your pockets, slightly looked over your shoulder, and shot him a sultry,

“yeah, harrington. see you at 7.”

thaasa wrap bestie baes and she theys

i whipped this up in a couple hours last night while i was watching it because that movie is yummalishous and i love patrick so it needed to be watched

ive been popping these fics out of my ass bro LMAOO its crazy so expect that eddie one i promised sometime tomorrow

thank you sm again for all the love yall give me on these goofy ahh stories, i SCREAMED when i woke up and saw all the notifications fjsdkfsfsd

as always your likes and reblogs are alllwayyss appreciated

andd if any of yall smexy mfs wanna like hop into my messages you can or wtv (ahaha please be my friend im lonely)

-corie :)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair

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prrtnrr · 5 months

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YAY TOOK EM LONG ENOUgh

Also oooh we getting any p5 ships? PEGORYU MAYBE

((im too excited to keep this to myself lol, i love the smt persona series if anyone was curious, but i wanna explore yosuke meeting all these persona users who came before his group and after his group. i think thats neat :) i been trying to think of a way to have them all meet without it seeming like im just throwing characters together, least i hope it comes off that way, im not super confident in my writing but goddamn if im not having a great time doing this. idk if anyone was as invested in the p5 flower child au as i was, but i was suuuper into it, tatsujun parenting means the world to me. cant wait to draw dilf tatsuya for p5 ships, i might! theres a couple p5 ones i think are cute like makoto/haru or pegoryu bc i have taste- now more insane ramblings under the cut bc i cant shut up

i do wanna say some ships i wont be doing so yall can see inside my twisted mind- * i dont ship futaba with anyone, shes so baby sister coded to me, i cant it feels illegal * im not a big fan of akechi lol and with the way im loosely following the plots of the persona games, akechis not gonna show up unless he was mentioned/flashback, bc... yk... he kinda... well thats spoilers but ykyk. also theres only room for one detective prince in my heart (naoto)

to round it off some fun plot points i wanna explore (feel free to add any thru asks too i think its fun to have this be collaborative) * Souji and Akira get velvet room time together, souji gets to chill in a nice limo, akiras always in jail, its goofy * ryuji, futaba, and ann bumping into rise and naoto walking around the central shopping district, ryuji goes nuts bc thats rissette, ann goes nuts bc thats rissette and the original detective prince, futaba makes a joke that theyre dating bc naoto and rise are walking closely and have matching necklaces, kanji shows up, kanji also has a matching necklace. ryuji falls to his knees and yells YOU CAN DO THAT????????? * i have a cute idea for Rise and Ann talking about their inspirations for how they both got into their lines of work, i think they have a lot of overlap * Haru and Yukiko talking about having to take over their family businesses, the stress of it, being grateful for having the opportunity but also resenting said opportunity * Kanji, Ryuji, and Chie training together, talking about why they train, how they become stronger to be able to protect ppl they care about (kanji with biker gangs for his mom) (chie fighting off bullys who pick on kids, and her exp with Takeshi from her slink) (Ryuji training to continue to protect the track team hes no longer part of) * Futaba and Yosuke talking about video games, yosuke becoming overwhelmed by just how much futaba knows about video games, new baby sister unlocked * ryuji and teddie almost get arrested, they hype each other up too much, dangerous combo * Makoto and Naoto have a law and order moment * Nanako and Futaba talking about dads :) an opportunity for Futaba to feel like someones elder while Nanako makes Futaba feel like shes the younger one. why is nanako so responsible. * hey yall ever remember that ken amada p3 is the same age as the p5 cast, they were all born in 1998, isnt that-))

#phooey #((this is interesting only to me but i do be saying words))

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pokemon-ash-aus · 11 months

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Thank you for the lecture Professor Peach! Honestly you brought up some really interesting points I'd never even considered when thinking of those Paradoxs so thank you for talking to us about them

To move away from the frustration of Paradoxs do you have any theories on pokemon that might have shared ancestors in the past actually rooted in science and logic and not fiction? Or any pokemon that make sense in their evolutionary root/changes via type change ect

Peach: Not so much rudimentary typings, but I do have a confusion over Gendered evolution.

Peach: Now, take note- as a Two, and partial Mew, Gender doesnt really process in our bodies the way it does in other pokemon, so its always a fascination to me when it evolves into pokemon

Peach: I understand Nidorans, two gendered speicies usually offset by the visual differences between them. I dont doubt that there is an intersex species that takes on both visuals or maybe just one or the other.

Peach: But then we have gendered evolutions like the Ralts line. Why are males only able to evolve into Gallade? Do they create a certain pheremone- do they have a certain dna strand that allows them to evolve that Gardeviors dont? But if that's the case, why can they still evolve into Gardeviors?

Peach: Why does the Bounsweet line only consist of females? Was the an advantage? Or do we as a species cant differentiate the difference between male and female. Are they even gendered? Is it entirely possibke that we're applying gender on this pokemon simply because it makes us uncomfortable to not label a living pokemon as nongendered?

Peach: Why are some males unable to evolve at all? Like the Salazzle line or the Combee line? The females are such a low probability of even hatching, so you would presume that the males would be able to evolve in order to protect the colonies better. Do they have a seperate reproduction that we arent aware of just yet?

Peach: "Why does the reproduction matrer so match? That seems sort of inappropriate." Fuck you, I'm a biologist, thats the shit i look at! That's how species survive! But it doesnt seem to make sense that there is such a low female to male hatching rate unless there was a reason for it!

Peach: But here's the catch- cause i know the fucking answer and yall are about to sit down and fucking listen to me!

Peach: Species that are male dominated are primarily due to the environment around them- these are species that are strained in some way or another. Its literally pokemon that are so stressed that Males WILL be geneteically produced more because it makes more sense. This is especially true to those that are environmentally stressed.

Peach: And Female dominant species are usually because they have a certain chromosone within their body that can alternate between producing an equal 50/50 to a more skewed 80/20 for females!

Peach: But then that does bring the question, why do we have Fully female species and fully male species.

Peach: My biggest bet so far is that we're missing something important. We're missing a crucial part within the sex of pokemon that produces all male and all female species!

Peach: Wait, i was talking about evolving- FUCK

Peach: Evolving is an entirely different branch that im not super adversed in, but ive prodded other professors about it so hopefully we come up with something to replicate or figure out why it happens the way it does!

Peach: I wonder if there's the possibility of multiple genders within a pokemon that we arent aware of and we're only looking at the base level in comparisons to humans... I dont know i'll look into it!

Peach: Peace!

#professor peach

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genderqueerblog · 5 months

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i honestly dont understand my gender. And on one hand im okay with that bc im still a teen! And i have my whole life ahead of me, I'll figure it out somewhere along the line. On the other hand though, I want to be able to communicate it to my parents, to be able to tell them what *exactly* im feeling and what Im keeping secret from them. I know they'll be chill with it, but im terrified of having multiple coming outs bc that means that I lied at some point. Its a little dumb i guess but its like my own Damocles sword. No matter what i do i have the stress of not knowing there. Online i can express my gender however I want, but its different irl. Irl has consequences. Im not sure if im ready for that just yet.

(also, sorry for the heavy ask! Just wanted to let yall know that im bouncing back and forth between gender-queer and nonbinary and I use They/Star pronouns <3 love you all and what you're doing is amazing. I hope you all have a lovely day)

From February 21, 2022. I've definitely been there with the anxiety of not knowing. It's gotten better over time, even if it hasn't gone away. I'm excited to think of how your self-understanding might have grown since sending this ask, anon!

#juno speaks #genderqueer #nonbinary #ask #not gimmick #<- but it kind of is #genderqueer culture

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romanarose · 2 years

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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside part 6

Moon Knight fanfiction, Steven and my OC (Sam) are primary couple, Marc and Sam are coming along latter

Masterlist here

Chapter 5 : Chapter 7

This is a long chapter so Im gonna split it up a bit. First part is Steven meeting Sam's brother.

Warnings: Mentions of assault, family issues, child abuse, for the first part of the chapter.

Second part is getting smutty and then angsty and a bit intense.

Warnings: Smut, making out, getting naked, some oral (Female receiving), scars, talk of self-harm, talk of sexual assault, rape, stalking (won't go into it much, but Sam has to explain what happened)

I'll warn yall before that talk happens, so if you want to skip it just know that Sam was assaulted the summer after high school by a co-worker who was older and had been harassing her all summer.

Hope Ya'll like it <3

Come on, just let me front, you’re going to mess this up

Steven was tying his the in the mirror, arguing with Marc

“Fuck off Marc, you were a dick to her on wednessday.” Lets face it, I’m the one with charisma here

“What is going on with you lately? You have been nothing but rude ever since she gave you the scarf, which, by the way, we should wear tonight” Don’t fucking wear my scarf, wear yours. And I have not been a dick, you’re just sensitive. You know how important tonight is, she called her brother her hero

“Yes I’m fucking aware how important tonight is, but I think it’s going to go great.” What makes you so confident of that?

Steven smiled at the mirror “She loves me”

Marc appeared in the mirror “WHAT! You guys said I love you? Buddy that’s great! When did this happen?”

“Wednesday, before you had to go bugger everything up” He glared at Marc’s reflection “And don’t you ‘buddy that's great’ me, Marc, you obviously hate her.”

“What?! No I don’t. “

“You obviously do or you couldn’t be trying to sabotage us”

“ I’m not trying to sabotage you! I just -ugh- never mind. She’ll be here any minute”

“Why won’t you wear the scarf Marc?”

“Just leave it alone”

“You are just so intent on pushing everyone away who cares about you, aren’t you?”

Marc left. It was just in time, Sam was knocking on the door. She looked lovely in navy blue pants and a purple/red sweater, her auburn hair really adding to the rainbow of colors on her. He loved the way she dressed, she brought literal and figurative color into his life. “Hello! Are you ready?” Sam was tapping her thumb to each finger, repetitively.

“Yeah, let me just grab my coat and scarf” he got ready for the cold “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just want it all to go well. I want you guys to get along”

Yeah, you and me both Steven knew how much this night meant to her.

They arrived at the restaurant and got in line to speak to the hostess as Chris had already arrived. They waited side by side for the fairly large line to dwindle. When two men stood behind them, Sam moved herself in front of Steven. To Steven, it seemed she just wanted him to wrap his arms around her, but Marc noticed what happened.

When they arrived inside, Sam let go of his head and practically skipped to her brother who greeted her with a warm hug. He glanced over her shoulder and eyed Steven, who smiled nervously. It wasn’t that he was glaring necessarily, but it was more like Steven was being scanned, studied.

When Sam let go, she coaxed Steven over “Steven, this is Chris, and Chris this is my boyfriend” Sam and Chris glanced at each other “Steven Grant”

“I’ll be damned, you did end up with a Grant after all” Chris teased as they sat down, Steven pulling out Sam’s chair for her.

Steven looked to Sam to clarify what that meant, but she was too busy smiling at her brother. She really did look up to him She probably dated some other guy with the last name Grant are you trying to stress me out?

Steven attempted to make conversation “So Chris how was your trip over here?” Steven felt like he was being eyed. It wasn’t malicious, but it made him nervous.

Chris still smiled politely at Steven “It was good, I drove over, I come out sometimes for work so I’m used to the drive”

“Is that what brought you here for the weekend?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting with a client, gotta convince them to take our office for the properties they are building in Edinburgh”

Sam interjected “He’s a lawyer, did I tell you that? Property law”

“No” Steven replied “That’s very impressive.”

“What do you do, Steven?”

Steven panicked. She came from a family of lawyers, Chris was a lawyer who was obviously doing well. He probably wasn’t going to be thrilled his dear sister was dating a man who worked in a gift shop. The waitress came and took their order, and when Steven looked at Sam, she smiled and nodded, eagerly waiting for Steven to tell Chris about his work as if there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“I just work at the London Museum… Just in a gift shop.” He fidgeted with the napkin “Not very impressive, is it” He felt Sam grab his hand under the table.

Chris was not judgemental, but Steven continued feeling like he was being watched “Hey, every job exists for a reason. We all have roles to play” he spoke sincerely “Do you like what you do?”

“Not really, I love the museum. I’d love to be a tour guide, eventually”

Sam stepped in, beaming with pride “He knows EVERYTHING about Egypt, it’s incredibly impressive. In fact he knows a lot about history in general, but Egypt is his expertise.” She smiled at Steven brightly “You’d be a great tour guide” She turned back with Chris “He’s great with kids too. He could answer their questions all day”

Chris finally seemed to relax a bit “You two have that in common. How long have you been together again?”

“Just a month” Sam giggled “I gotta go to the bathroom before the food arrives” She stood up, and Steven wanted to beg her to stay, but he supposed she was doing this intentionally,

They both watched her leave, then turned to each other. Steven smiled nervously.

Chris spoke first “A month, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Steven, I don’t want to be that older brother… but let me be frank.”

“Please” Steven just wanted them to get this over with.

“I’m not going to judge you working in a shop, I know you were nervous about that. I don’t care what you do. She does well enough for herself. As long as you aren’t a bum like our other sisters fiancé, it’s fine. But I assume she’s talked to you about some things in her past?”

“Oh. Yeah. She talked about your dad and the medicine she’s on… She spoke very highly of you”

Chris smiled at that “We had to stick together to survive, and now we try to help the younger kids while they still live there. She constantly is trying to protect the kids. All kids, all the time” he sighed “But she’s been through a lot. Probably some things she hasn’t talked about yet. But she’s a giver. She will give and give and give until there's nothing left. I don’t want to do the whole ‘if you hurt her I’ll kill you’ bit, but I have 2 things I need you to know. And I know you’ve only been together a month, but she doesn’t really date, and the way you look at each other… I think I should do this now.”

“Okay, yeah.” He’s gonna fucking kill you

“First off, true to the stereotype, If you hurt her I’ll ruin your life. I don’t mean if you break her heart, that happens. I mean if you hit her or do something to her, I will end you. I know people. Understood?”

Steven felt his anxiety getting the best of him “Oh god, yeah, I would never-”

“I’m not saying you would. I’m saying if you ever did. Okay?”

“Okay” Steven’s hand was squeezing his own leg.

“But 2, and I think this one would apply to you more, be gentle with her. Like I said, she will give and give until there's nothing left of herself. Please just… be careful. Don’t let her drain herself. She works full time, goes to school full time, volunteers and now she’s dating you and she looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. She will do anything for you. Don’t take advantage of that, okay?” Chris looked at Steven as if he was asking, not demanding.

Steven felt less afraid of Chris and understood him more. “We want the same thing, I think. Whatever is best for her. But I do appreciate you giving me a little incite into her mind. She always seems so… okay. Like everything is fine.”

“That will change. She’ll have her downs.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Chris smiled, looking like he was content with the conversation but doubtful of Steven insistence he can handle her. He saw Sam returning “I trust you will, Steven”

Sam sat back down “What are we talking about” She looked at Steven to check he was okay, like she knew Chris would give him a talk of sorts. Steven smiled reassuringly.

“Just guy stuff” Steven joked “Cars, guns, excetera”

Sam was elated the whole walk home “Steven that went GREAT! Oh my god I think he likes you.” oh fuck yeah, you got this “Did you like him?”

“Yeah, he was lovely” he meant it.

“He didn’t scare you? Didn’t try to intimidate you when I left?”

“No,not at all, he was really great”

She smiled widely as she looked at him while walking. “He really is great, isn’t he?”

“I hope to meet the rest of your siblings”

“Oh god, there's a lot. Catholics don’t believe in birth control.”

“How many are there?”

“8 in total, Chris, me, Benedict, Teresa, Philomena, Dominic, Simon, and then Mary”

“Wow, those really are very catholic names”

Sam chuckled “Yeah, yeah they are”

Sam was giddy, talking wildly the whole way home about her siblings. Steven learned one was in law school, and another, Teresa? Was engaged, but Sam hated her boyfriend. He was terrible but she’s the first sibling to get engaged so her parents are over the moon. She talked about Mary a lot, the youngest. She really adored her siblings, not just Chris. She tried to turn the conversation to Steven’s family, but he didn’t want to open that can of worms after such a good night.

****this is where things get smutty, I'll warn yall when things shift and the talk of assault happens****

When Sam and Steven walked through the doors of his apartment, Sam quickly put Steven against the wall and kissed him with a fervent passion. Steven kissed back, but was a little confused by her sudden come on. But when she ran her hands up his chest and straddled a leg between her thighs, he wasn’t complaining. “Steven?” She kissed his neck as he ran his fingers through her hair

“Yes love?”

“I want you.”

“Hm?” Steven, you dumbass, she wants to fuck you “Oh! Oh my god, yes, I mean, I want you too” Steven moved Sam so that she was the one against the wall. He took her hands in his and pinned them above her head; both wrists fitting in his massive hands.

“Just one thing, my sunshine”

oh, he liked that nickname “Yes, love?”

“I’m not really… I don’t really have a lot of experience…”

Steven slowed down, letting her hands drop as he cupped her face in his hand. He gave her a kiss “Are you…?”Jesus christ Steven, nothing is less sexy than asking a girl if she’s a virgin I’m just trying to be respectful, fuck off

Sam smiled and kissed him reassuringly “No, no, I just… There was college and then I just got so busy and I just… it never came up much, not a whole lot of opportunity presented itself. I just don’t really know what I’m doing… So if you don’t like something or it’s not good… I don’t want to disappoint you”

“Oh darling,” he kissed her forehead “You could never disappoint me” Not a lot of opportunity? You’re telling me a girl that looks like her hasn’t had much opportunity?

Steven took her in a deep kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue while she moved herself on his thigh. As he felt her, he couldn’t help thinking how perfect her body was. Every curve was just asking to be caressed.He wasn’t a very physical person. He preferred listening to her talk about the things she loved, the kids at her play school or her shows or bands. He loved her mind. But he would be a fool if she didn’t think she was hot as hell. He had no doubt in his mind that what was under her clothes would blow his mind. He worried that she would find him underwhelming. It amazing she even found him attractive at all Relax buddy, we look good Marc spoke with pride in his voice

“Is Marc here?”

“Uh, yeah, do you want him to go?”

“No -ah!- fuck, no, not if he wants to stay” Fuck yeah I want to stay. You can’t be an asshole I won’t, I won’t

“He wants to stay”

“Good” Sam gave Steven a look like their plan was coming together What the fuck was that look Steven ignored him, muttering to Sam how beautiful she is.

Lift her up and carry her to the bed, girls love that shit Can we even do that? Oh, most definitely Marc bragged

Steven did as he was told, eliciting a squeal of glee and an audible, joyful, laugh. Cradling her head in one hand and ass in the other, he gently laid her down on the bed and never broke the kiss. Slowly, making sure she was comfortable, he unbuttoned her pants, only breaking to pull her pants down and kneel in front of her. He felt her legs, up and down her, grazing his fingers over her scars on the outside and into the stretch marks on her inner thighs.

He carefully ran his face along the crotch of her underwear, smelling her. Sam gasped when she felt his nose hit her clit.”Fuck! Steven…” She moaned out his name in tune to his touch. Underwear still on, he opened his mouth and began carefully tasting her, mouthing every sensitive part of her body.

But when he reached his hands up to feel her body, she gasped, but not the kind he was looking for. What was that? She grabbed his hands to stop his and he immediately removed them and his face from her body “What's wrong? Are you okay? Did you change your mind? That’s totally fine-”

Sam sat up and took his face in his hands, giving a kiss “No, no I still definitely want this. I absolutely want this” she emphasized, looking intensely in his eyes “Just… Don’t do that. Okay? Don’t touch my upper body when you are going down on me.”

“Are you okay?” Steven was concerned

“Yes, please don’t tell me I ruined the moment.” she pleaded, touching her forehead to his “You can touch me like that any other time just not when you are going down on me? Okay?”

“Yes, of course that’s okay. You can always tell me if you don’t want something”

“I know, sunshine.” she kissed him, pulling him up so that he straddled her, both sitting up. He began to grind into her as she took off her shirt, and to his and Marc’s delight, her bra. They stayed sitting up like that for a while, Steven feeling her naked back and pulling at her hair until he couldn’t wait any longer, and needed to see what she looked like without her bra. God, he felt like a horny teeager.

He laid her down again, sliding his hands up to cup her naked breasts, fuck, she felt amazing.

But when Steven sat up to look at her, his heart sank. There she was sprawled out beneath his, completely topless. And all he could see were burn scars on the underside of her breasts and along the bra line Marc… Steven, those aren't more than a month old. Are you absolutely sure? Yes. A month at absolute most

Sam noticed his demeanor change as he stared at her. Not exactly what a girl wants to see when she shows a man her breasts “Steven?”

“Those are new, aren't they?”

Her arm went to instinctively cover them “Just ignore that Steven. Come on, we can talk about it later.”

“Sam…”

Sam tried to pull him in for a kiss, hoping to get him worked up enough to ignore the scars “Come on baby, I want you, please?”

“Sam, were you doing this while we were dating? You said you stopped years ago.”

Sam shifted and her body stiffened “Get off of me. Now” She grabbed a blanket to cover herself as Steve practically scrambled off of her and the bed.

She pulled the blanket off the bedding and kept it wrapped around and attempted to gather her clothes. She didn’t notice Steven change. She turned around to face away from him, the blanket draped over her as she put the sports bra back on.

“Someone hurt you, didn’t they?” It was Marc, of all people.

****talk of sexual assault on a teenager in the past, sexual harassment from an older male, scars, self harm, uuuhhhh thats it I think

Sam scoffed, “Yeah, my dad, we went over this.” she said bitterly

“No” his voice was careful but firm as she attempted to get her pants and shirt on with a blanket covering her “Someone else. Someone touched you.” Sam froze, head poking out of the blanket that was still wrapped around her shoulders and head. Marc took another step around to bed and towards her “You won’t let anyone stand behind you. You start when Steven comes up behind you, especially when he touches your back. The nightmares…” he trailed off “Chris said there were things you probably hadn’t told Steven…”

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” she muttered, not facing him as he approached.

“Look at me”

Sam spun around, her jaw set and determined not to break.

But Marc had put the pieces together Marc what are you talking about? Give me the body back. Marc ignored Steven. Marc tried to remain calm, his anger flowing through him “Someone touched you. Talk to me.” it sounded like a demand, but it was a request, Sam knew. What do you mean?

Looking at Marc, this man she had only really seen hard set and closed off, attempting to get her to open up, his eyes kind and gentle… her heart melted. Her eyes teared up, she knew he had some similar past as her and her dad, the hints had been there. “Yeah.”

Marc took one more step towards her and reached out a hand towards her, but she held up a hand “Don’t” It wasn’t personal, she simply didn’t want to be touched right now

“What happened” Give me the body

Her face softened, she knew she had to talk about it at some point. She walked around the counter with the blanket and opened the cabinet “It was the summer after high school, I worked at a grocery store in Hertfordshire and my coworker took an interest in me” she got a glass “I was 17, he was 28”

Marc felt his blood boiling beneath his skin “You were a teenager” he murmured in his rage.

Sam didn’t respond, she poured her drink and continued. “We were buddies at first, but I should’ve known 28 year olds don’t just want to be friends with 17 year olds. I was naive.” Marc almost interjected, but let her keep talking “He started to get weird and would sneak up behind me and touch my back and try to scare me and he started… his hands moved lower until he started to touch my ass when he did that. That was his thing. Now I know what you’re thinking, I should’ve told him to stop.”

His heart broke, why would we think that? Tell her we aren’t thinking that Steven was frantic “That’s not what I was thinking, you shouldn’t have to.”

“Well I did. I started to tell him to stop, very clearly. He started to threaten me. Said he’d beat the attitude out of me, started telling me the things he would do to me…” She sighed loudly “And then…” Oh god, there's more? She took a big drink of the sweet, red wine, then stared at the wall, seemingly in her own world.

“ Sweetheart, what happened?” Marc was trying to not sound panicked.

Sam didn’t miss the pet name that he had never used before. It comforted her to know he cared, just like Steven cared. “It was a party for work to kinda, celebrate the end of summer, everyone leaving for school and all that. I shouldn’t have gone, I know I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have gone because I knew he’d be there and I shouldn’t have been drinking and I shouldn’t have been drinking that much.” she started breathing heavily. Marc wanted to comfort her, but she refused his touch earlier “Oh my god, so much fucking vodka… I knew it was a bad Idea, I don’t know why I didn’t just leave when he arrived” the tears spilled over.

“Hey, hey no none of this is your fault” Marc didn’t know what this was, but he had an idea.

“Essentially, he took me upstairs and… Yeah. That’s why I didn’t want Steven to touch me like that, that’s part of what he did. And I never reported it. I never reported it to work or the police and I just… I know I should’ve, I know I should’ve fought back or reported him and I never should been at the party,-”

“No, no, you were 17, don’t blame yourself-” Marc pleaded with her, desperate to relieve her guilt.

“drinking like that around people I didn’t really know” her voice was breaking, Marc didn’t know what to do.

Steven took the body by force and pulled Sam into a hug “There, there love. Don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you and neither does Marc” he felt her hair, massaging her scalp “It’s on him, not you.” He traced her back with his other hand “Quite the pair you and Marc are, the lot of you. You blame yourselves for everything. But it’s not your fault” he looked at the mirror when he said that, making sure Marc knew he was talking to him too “You were just a kid.”

Sam cried into Steven’s shoulder, letting out all her frustrations. She felt when he shifted back to Marc.

“You were a child. I’m going to fucking kill him” he meant it.

Sam pulled back “No! No, don’t. Please. I don’t want blood on my hands.”

Marc was getting worked up again “It’s not on your hands, it’s mine” He was already planning on how he would find him. He still had the suite, for some reason. Maybe he’ll try to get Khonshu's attention. This was up his alley. Maybe he’ll help.

“Marc, NO” Her face was firm “Chris took care of it. Chris beat his ass, and he left town. It’s fine. Just leave it”

Marc wondered if he could kill him without her finding out. He shouldn’t risk it. “Why did you start hurting yourself again?”

Sam sighed loudly “I thought we moved past that.”

Marc just looked at her intently.

“Ugh. There wasn't, like, a particular reason. It was just… It’s been a stressful semester and my dad made a comment about the fact I haven't graduated yet. It just triggered me and I… reverted back. That’s all. I’ll stop.” She looked at him like a teenager trying to convince their mom they only smoked weed that ONE TIME.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Marc wasn’t convinced.

“Yes, I’m FINE.”

“Can we… stay the night? I feel weird leaving you right now”

Sam smiled softly “Yes, I would love that”

“Here’s Steven back” He squeezed her hand and she felt him switch back “Oh, sweetheart, come here” he hugged Sam again. “Let me make you some tea”

“I would love that, sunshine”

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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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2k22 end of year recap

rules;

post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

thank you for tagging me my wife @mercurygguk

top 5 works posted in 2022:

(a tad bit awkward bc i am only 6 months in n have only 2 fics so (': slim pickings lol)

imagine | jjk : ah the fic that started it all. my first child. this piece is v special to me for obvious reasons! didn't expect all the support it got <3

practice series | jjk : ok holy shit. did not expect pt one to blow up like it did. genuinely had such an amazing time writing this series. thank you so fucking much for all the love. seriously so unexpected. can't thank yall enough <3

top 4 wips to be released in 2023;

glimpse of us | jjk : this is my favorite thing i've ever thought of fr. it's going to be hefty!!! hoping to get it out in the summer.

the weekend | jjk : dilf dilf dilf dilf. what more can i say!!!

chatroom | jjk : this piece is also special to me. not as plot heavy, more of a feel good smut for people who feel insecure and embarrassed about having little to no sexual experience in their early adulthood <3

heatwave | jjk : he was a skater boy, she said can i suck your dick on a park bench... and the rest is history. you guys are already simping over him and it's hilarious lmao!!!

top 3 biggest improvements;

um so ig for starters, actually having the courage to create this blog and post my writing. it was so fucking scary but i finally did it and im so glad i did!!

stealing from cami but yes making a few friends on here is smth i am so glad about n cherish deeply ugh. love the girls love the moots.

being able to even have wips like... before i started this blog i had only two fic ideas and i was super stressed that i wasn't creative enough to write/think of more fic ideas. but i found the more you write the easier it gets to create!!

top 2 resolutions;

obviously to keep growing as a writer on this platform!!

probably come out of my shell a bit more. still v intimidated by everyone on this platform so i kinda stay in my lil corner lol but would love to form more friendships w others <3

number 1 fave line written this year;

Even the brightest stars combust and dissipate. — glimpse of us | jjk wip (preview here)

tagging: @minniesvenus @kookstempo @jeonjcngkook @kooktrash @rkivian <3

#tag game #<3

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nagdabbit · 2 years

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LONG ANSWER, PLEASE. Come through callin' broke me and put me back together, I want to know EVERYTHING

yall are fast this morning! 💜

im sorry for how long and overshary this is gonna be

so, like, i really haven't been shy about talking about my mental health and shit, and especially how writing this fic kinda became part of my therapy, right? like it really became "how do i talk about burnout, this thing that i have no fucking words for because at no point in time have i ever let myself recover from it and have spent literal decades of my life letting it compound to the point that i have no idea whether or not ill ever be able to really heal?"

so this kinda came about in talking with my therapist about, like, how to move on and forward and start actually healing. and the fic definitely didn't end up a 1:1, cuz i still had to translate therapy into science fiction and romance. and obviously this is in no way a universal experience, this is just how my brain works. kay? kay.

the thing is i just get absolutely bogged down in the "this is whats happening and i need to stop it," not "this is what's happening to me and i need to start recovering from it." ive got a brain that likes to get extremely bogged down in the thing (burnout, depression, anxiety, etc) and not the broad causes of the thing (overworking, trauma, etc). i fixate on an unsolvable problem and don't allow myself enough room to actually think about myself as a person experiencing said problem—and therefore tend to ignore the limits of what i can actually take before i fall apart. i am absolutely the type to see a massive crack in the side of a dam and put a batman bandaid on it, thinking that'll fix it and it's safe to carry on business as usual.

preserving kayfabe and all that, in the lead up to revolution mox is getting terrorized by kenny, still missing his best friend who he's gone to war with, got betrayed by the bucks mid-match, oh were about to put on one of the most iconic gimmick matches of all time i hope it lives up to the unreasonable hype, etc. like, if wrestling were real life, i would need to lie down for a long time after all that. the start of the fic, we find mox in "i cannot fix this singular thing, so i have stopped trying" instead of "i am going to try and heal the things that caused this." cuz moxs life is now just sunday. saturday doesn't matter, only sunday. he's fixating on the thing, and not thinking about fixing what caused it.

cuz jeezy, and i cannot stress this enough, chreezy, it is nigh impossible to see the problem when you're in the middle of it. especially when you're isolated, by choice or circumstance.

i also struggle with asking for help in any kind of normal way. like, i with either bottle things up until they overflow, or i put way too much on another person with no real regard for what they can actually carry. and when that support system that i have piled on top of fails, i get angry a blame myself and everyone within reach and then cycle back around to the not talking about it with anyone, ever part. i am all for being selfish, humans need to be selfish, but not at the detriment of the health of the people they care about. it's a real fine line that i often forget exists until i cross it.

mox spends the fic placing too much on people who have no way to carry it all. once again, not exactly 1:1. there's a lot that he does, and conversations that are had, that would be so much healthier if the fic weren't, you know, a time loop. it's the "i am going to hang absolutely everything i have left on this sliver of hope that you have provided me" thats fucking him over. none of these people, no matter how well he explains it, are going to be able to fully understand what hes experiencing. and through no fault of their—or his—own are going to let him down. whether he admits it, or not. see: the final conversation with eddie at the end of chapter one. every conversation pervious has yielded no change in his circumstances (because he's not analyzing himself, so much as the space he's occupying) so he goes into that conversation angry and frustrated that eddie can't fix or fully understand this impossible thing.

a thing my therapist has tried very, very hard get me to understand in a very practical sense is that doing something that feels good is still healing. that thing that makes my bandaid-on-the-hoover-dam coping mechanisms not work is the amount of guilt ill throw at myself at the idea that im just ignoring the problem—which just adds more pressure trying to break through the dam.

mox spends this entire fic finding ways to feel better and heal emotionally, and then writing them off because they aren't the Big Bad. he noticeably feels better after talking to eddie and cooking with renee, but because those don't fix the issue, they don't matter. he chases those moments, and then feels guilty that he's found these moments of respite because he thinks he's not fixing the actual time loop part—even tho he very clearly is. he gets bogged down going after science and brain scans, not realizing that talking through those trials with renee is the part that's actually helping.

so the time loop finally breaks the day he gets up and says "i have decided to feel good today" and doesn't try and punish himself for it. the previous cycle to that, he still gets in his head about that guilt. another not 1:1 part, he has guilt of realizing that he's using this to break the cycle, and not because he wants his two people together.

that bit in the sessions where he was like, "i make a point to have my fake beer, and make it specifically a part of my routine, so i don't just accidentally forget and have a regular beer." that is, objectively, an extremely adhd fucking thing to say. do you know how often i accidentally buy grapefruit juice even tho i am on zoloft, and have been for years? that's also not a thing that simply happens in a physical sense, it can happen in an emotional one, too. to get back to the personal oversharing bit, decemeber of 2020, i got so excited to get a care package from my brother that for like ten minutes i forgot i had covid and that both my parents had died of it just weeks before. brains are stupid.

so, like, "i got so caught up in the euphoria of loving these people that i forgot i was trapped in an unknowable hellscape." it wasn't so much that he remembered that kept the cycle from breaking that day, it's the guilt of thinking he's ignoring his problem and then taking two steps backward. again. because thats kinda the theme of the fic.

the loops well and truly start to unravel when he sees them together in the kitchen and just goes fuck it. im gonna enjoy tonight and not punish myself for it. but it breaks when he gets up the next cycle and let's himself have it. the shadow of these loops is still there, and he knows it, and he acknowledges it to himself, but he's not feeling feeling guilty for letting go himself have a nice day.

and going back to the putting too much on people, it's that final conversation with eddie that really fixed it. there's a thing i kinda started to examine in an earlier fic i wrote, lamp-bright rind, about healing as a person so there's room for the people you care about, and not building yourself around those people. that people are people, not scaffolding, i guess. you can rely on people, but you can't build yourself in an image that will make them love you, cuz you're a person not a painting that's going to hang in the house of someone's life.

that last morning, he realizes that every conversation he's had, outside of renee (and even a couple of those), has been for his own gain in a way. like, he's spent so long talking about himself and his problems and what he needs, that he forgot that eddie is also living a life and that he always wants to hear about it. "i got so fucked up by groundhog day that i forgot that i care more about who you are than what you can do for me." brains. it happens. hell, speaking from experience here, i am old fucking hat at this revelation.

the "oh, hey, i love you and i love knowing about you, and i am extremely tired of not actually indulging this thing that i love, which is just having a no-strings conversation with you."

so, long therapy short, the thing that broke the loops was mox just letting himself have a healing moment without the guilt of doing so. letting himself go "hey, this feels nice and i am going to let it feel nice and accept this, and not feel bad about it." because that is recovery. that really is healing, and it's small and it can feel insignificant, but it is actually extremely fucking huge.

so.

i have no idea if that all is coherent or makes as much sense laid out as it did in the scrambled mess of my brain. but. that's the logic i kinda built this fic around.

anyway, my best friend refers to mox as their "emotional support wrestler" and i really have started to feel that. especially after reading his book and that most recent episode of renees pod.

is this healthy? i do not know or care, but my therapist gave me a gold star sticker, so it doesn't fucking matter.

thank you for letting me overshare my thought process

#asks!#more come through callin shtuff

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ambrosialdesire · 2 months

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how many driving lessons do i need in order to pass my DL test 😭 i have to take all my college courses online because i just BARELY got my permit and im too scared to drive 😭 - 🎀 (non horny post??? who is this???…)

advice pls 🙏🙏🙏

HELPPP????

bow anon you should not be asking me fr cause i failed my driving exam 4-5 times and it took like maybe 1-1.5 years for me to get my license LMFAO (my dad taught me and he's fucking SHIT at driving also he kept yelling and getting mad at lil ol me so every time i drove with an instructor, i kept panicking and blanking out 💀 I OBVIOUSLY DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE I AM A VERY SAFE DRIVER YALL 😭😭)

BUT WITH MANY FAILURES COMES MANY LESSONS TRUST LMAOO

since you're an adult, you don't technically need to record your hours and be monitored by someone who is like 25 and has a license (which, if i remember correctly, was like either 60-70 hours in all but 50/60 had to be in the daytime and 10 had to be in the night) but if you have anyone like family or friends that does have their license and is actually good at driving, i would recommend asking them for help and actually doing the hours even if you don't need to do it.

alright below this line is a whole lot of rambling about driving shit lol

when i started driving, i mostly practiced around my neighborhood since the speed limit is slow but you gotta try going into the freeway/highway a few times to get used to the speed and how everyone else drives. I WAS TERRIFIED DRIVING IN THE FREEWAY don't get me wrong, i literally couldn't go on it for months without either of my parents with me or my sibling cause i ain't dying alone (joking) but it's pretty easy since everyone else is literally only going straight until you need to exit lmao four way stops is probably the most stressful part of driving cause everyone is fucking ass at driving in them and moving every which way trying to get to their destination (prolly bc my city is the absolute worst when it comes to traffic).

15 mph for parking lots + some schools, 20-25 mph for some neighborhoods and schools (AND MAKE SURE THAT THERE'S LITERALLY NO KIDS BC I GOT IMMEDIATELY FAILED FOR THAT SHIT EVEN THO I SAW NO KIDS 😒), 30-35 mph in some roads (could be near non-gated housings or certain areas of the city, always follow what the construction sign's mph is but it's usually around this limit), 45 mph for most roads in general, 65-70 mph for most highways/freeways/rural areas (idk if i'm remembering the rural one right lol). the instructors always check for your speed so make sure you're reading your speed limit signs for the area you're in.

never speed and i'm being so serious about this, i've always hated speeders especially in the city where i live. you don't get to your destination faster, you only inconvenience everyone else, you could endanger your life and other's, and it's just a stupid fucking thing in general to lose your life over. i rarely go above 5 mph above the speed limit and depending on your city's laws, it can be allowed/tolerated. but for the test, don't go above the speed limit.

make sure (AND THIS IS IMPORTANT WHEN YOU'RE TAKING THE ACTUAL DRIVING TEST) that you COMPLETELY stop behind the big ol white line in stop signs and traffic lights. they'll dock you a lot if you make "california" stops. make sure that when you change lanes, ALWAYS SIGNAL, and visibly turn your head to check for your blind spots (i check from side mirror to back window to the furthest back window (not the trunk window but if your car has a third mirror, that's what i'm referring to)) cause the instructors eat that shit up (i still do that even tho my car has sensors cause sometimes they don't immediately sense the other vehicles when they're at a certain point).

how i remember signaling with the knob thing is right is heaven (like right hand of god so up) and left is hell (left is usually associated with the devil so down, sorry to my lefties i'm not calling you demons that's just how i remember it 😭). when you signal, push it completely up/down cause there's a mode (if you have it in the car) where you can briefly tap it and it'll signal for like 3 clicks, but i recommend during the test to push it completely up/down and to stop it, you just pull it back up (but don't do it to a force where you're gonna signal to the other side again). and when you signal, make sure there's no one there and then move in carefully and accelerate back to the normal speed. if you're in-between two cars and the one behind you slows down, make sure you slow down a little to not hit the car in front of you but fast enough to not hit the car behind you.

also make sure that your seat, driving wheel, and mirrors are completely adjusted to your liking cause it helps with visibility and safety (i'm pretty sure that the wheel has to be like 10 inches away from your body and you can adjust it to have it be closer/further from you or up and down). don't ever hard brake during the test (unless you're in danger of hitting someone/something), think of that spongebob episode where he puts his toe down on the brake gently (he ain't even a good example of a good driver LMAO), but you gotta make sure that you are braking at a distance where you're not gonna whiplash you and your passenger(s) if you press down on it too hard.

idk in your city if you have arrows that signal left turns in traffic lights, but when it's blinking yellow, YOU MAKE SURE THAT THE OTHER CARS ON THE OTHER SIDE ARE FAR AWAY ENOUGH FOR YOU TO MAKE THAT TURN BUT DO NOT WAIT FOR THEM TO BE TOO CLOSE ENOUGH TO WHERE YOU END UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION WITH THE YELLOW ARROW TURNING RED!!!!! it's good to be cautious, especially since you have a random person in the car with you, but sometimes you gotta make critical decisions. if the cars on the other side are starting to clear up to where you can safely make a turn, you can slowly inch forwards towards the middle of the intersection to make your turn. make sure that when you turn into a new lane (right or left), you turn into the lane that follows into the lane. i might have to draw like a diagram of this but never go into the furthest lane from where you turn cause that's technically dangerous in the instructor's + the law's eyes.

in freeways/highways/general roads, the furthest left lane is usually for like people driving higher than the speed limit. don't know why it's legal but they're the ones that want to get to their destination quickly. don't go in this lane if you're going to drive the speed limit cause they'll get pissy and overtake you. middle lane(s) cause in my city, there can be 4-5 lanes, it is like the transition lanes. you can drive the speed limit here but it's mostly used for switching over to the exits and the fast lane. then there is the right lane, which is used for exits or slow vehicles, pretty self-explanatory. i usually go into it when i'm either a mile or two away from my exit/turn bc i still panic a little trying to get into the lane and no one is letting me in.

make sure you're always on the look-out while driving, don't stare directly forwards and don't constantly wander your eyes cause you could get into an accident. just continuously glance here and there in your front and mirrors to make sure you're not gonna hurt someone. when it's night and there's an asshole with bright lights coming towards you, try focusing on the bottom right of where your windshield is/the headlight of the car to make sure that you're not flashbanged (but be careful until that bright light car is out of sight). night driving is not too bad, just make sure your headlights are on if it's not auto and make sure you aren't tired while driving. my driving instructor in high school said that if you're tired while driving, you can park in the side of the road and do little exercises to pump up your blood again but like that's so fucking risky esp if you're a woman and it's night 💀💀

uhhhh i think that's it? if you have any more questions, i can try my best at answering them but i'm not a professional, i'm just sorta experienced in both my failures and my current driving. ALSO it took me until like 6 months to start driving by myself cause my dad got sick and i had to learn how to drive by myself to college 😭

#love-message #getting a random non-fic related question is so funny but here's some driving help ig LOL #🎀 anon

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fallinginthe-void · 3 months

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Underneath the read more tab is a rant and vent. Just a warning in case your curiosity gets the better of yall

I got talked to at work yesterday because I've been having issues. A coworker snitched and said that I "yelled at him" for coming to the back of the store (the cashier can't leave the front unattended as it's a loss prevention issue). Note, I didn't yell at all. Yes, I was being a little bossy but he's been here for over a year, he knows he can't leave the front alone! It doesn't help that when I told him, he tried to joke around and say no. That led to more issues.

According to my manager, my tone with how I handle customers and my coworkers have been more on the negative side and if it continues, it can lead to being written up for harassment. She said she understands that with being a keyholder, we have more responsibilities but I'm not the one who can tell others what to do. Fair, but what tf else am I supposed to do when I'm the one in charge of the store at that moment and things need to get done? If I tell someone to bring up the trash to the front, are they gonna snitch on me too?? Like, fuck! Now I'm getting my keyholder shifts suspended in an attempt to "lessen my stress". I was lucky to be getting 1 keyholder shift every 2 weeks (there's 2 keyholders total. Other keyholder gets most of those shifts because I'm trained in one more section of the store than he is so im utilized there more) but now I'm getting nothing?! What the fuck? I hold nothing against that keyholder, he's actually my best friend at work.

Unfortunately, I'm also in trouble for socializing too much with him at work because it leads to work not being done. If it keeps happening, we won't be scheduled together. That's fair, and I will do better on that. The part that bugs me, is when I told him about it, he said that he was never talked to about it and said he should also be held accountable for stuff like that. I'm pissed at the double standard on that

Part of the reason why my tone goes more to the negative side is because I have to deal with stupid people everyday! I wish that was an exaggeration! I once had 3 people get pissed off at me for asking them not to consume their snack/drinking before paying for it and that happened in a 24 hour period! Recently, I had a woman lose it at me because I told her she needed to pay for the card before writing in it! And that's the second time that's ever happened! Also, I don't care about the small pleasantries. You're a stranger, I don't care how you're doing. Do what you need to and leave. Stop talking and grab your shit faster, you're holding up the line and I'm the only cashier avaliable right now

My manager and assistant manager both said they've noticed my stress and asked if everything's okay in my life. I had to lie and say yes. They said I could talk to them both about anything. They are genuinely good people and I know they're doing their jobs too but I can't talk to them. I still have to respect the manager-staff relationship. Plus, how can I say that "no I'm not fine. My depression and anxiety are riding me into the ground, I'm terrified that I'm going to get kicked out of my apartment again (another story) even if I do nothing wrong, and with that terror, I've hardly unpacked anything because I want to be prepared if I do get evicted. My 6 year relationship with my long distance boyfriend is causing me extreme self doubt again because he has a hard time expressing affection and I need the affection, so the fact that it was getting really close to Valentines Day knowing that he only likes that day because it's when his pet bird hatched, I've been having multiple bouts of silent break downs where I can only stare at the ceiling and silently mourn the fact that I'll never be loved in the way I want to. I can't even tell him because we've had multiple conversations about it but very little has changed, plus I fear I'm going to sound ungrateful. So to fill that void, I've been reading character x reader fanfics to feel something, even if it's a synthetic sort of love. I'm sure as hell not getting it here in the real world!". I'm sure nothing will go wrong with telling my managers all that

I'm just so tired and there's nothing I can do. Therapy is too expensive and with how I've been feeling, if I even utter a single thought about ending myself (the feeling has been there for years but I've never acted on it), I'm sure to be sent to a psych ward. I can't afford to miss work either, I have bills to pay. Hell, I can barely cry about it properly because I've repressed that instinct for years and I hate the stuffed up nose I get with it

Just...I don't know anymore...I'm so tired

#rant #venting #don't reblog #you can scroll past or read #i honestly don't care #I just need to scream into the void that is the internet for a hot minute

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