#THIS IS FOR YOU ANON WOOO

[twinkbusted]

OH MY GOSH. HI GUYS ::peeking out from bush:: the request is still in progress, but to make up for the delay here's a little sneek peak! Thank you all for being so patient and kind <3 it means a lot to me.

#simon petrikov x reader #cool writer yeahhhhhh #jealousy #THIS IS FOR YOU ANON WOOO

[wexhappyxfew]

hey!! could i request "enjoying the sun that's warming their face" for whichever character/ship you're feeling? thank youuu 💕

hello anon! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox! and thank you even more so for sending in a prompt - i really loved getting to work with this prompt so so much and it honestly led me to a (1) new OC for MoTA and (2) writing with a new character from MoTA that I wanted to try some writing for! :) SO, i hope you enjoy the first introduction to WAC, Lieutenant Annie Chattaway from Mankato, Minnesota!

It was a wonder to Annie what a Lieutenant bar did to a man.

Not only did she watch men seem to hastily salute in her direction, or shove each other quickly to their feet, but they watched her with a shaky gaze before she kept on moving past.

The bright sunlight above seemed fit for arrival, her transport having dropped her by the entrance to Thorpe Abbotts, with Colonel Harding taking her in for introductions, hand-shaking and flattery. Now, with her belongings sorted out and her bearings gathered, she was in search of a few select names that Harding had graciously offered up.

"Looking for something special?"

The rumble of a military-grade jeep, fumes and all, pulled up beside her in a hurry, screeching to a halt, the breaks in need of a good oiling, and a smiley Major in the front seat. Annie halted for a moment there on the tarmac and offered a sweet smile, from behind the Raybands and her cap and stepped to the edge of the jeep.

"Depends on who's asking." she told him with a smile and a nod, before saluting.

"John Egan, uh, Major Egan," he said, another smile spreading on his lips, tilting his head to the side, "Bucky if you like." More widening of the grin.

"Pleasure to meet you, Major Egan," she said, dismissing his grinny self and stuck out a hand forward, "Lieutenant Chattaway, just in from Fort Des Moines. I've been assigned here, as a translator."

Major Egan made a show of raising his brow from behind his own pair of Raybands and leaned forward, arm up over the passenger's side of the jeep, hand on the steering wheel and smirked.

"Sounds like you got yourself into a nice gig," he said, "….translator, huh?" Annie stared at him from behind her Raybands. Right.

"Can I ask where your mess hall is, sir?" she asked him, side-stepping the translator question, "Colonel Harding mentioned it after introductions."

"Wanna hop in? I could give you a ride over, chat over coffee, hey, I'll even show you where the officers' club is." he said and then scooched back to his side and nodded to the seat, smiling, "Take it or leave it." Annie watched him for a moment and debated her options - ride with Major Egan, possibly get some coffee that he definitely knew the location of, or continue to wander around base looking like a sorry excuse for a bull in a china shop.

"Major."

Annie turned to behind her, following Major Egan's line of sight, and found a Captain walking towards them, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight, saluting Major Egan and then turning his eyes to her. He watched her for a moment, before she quickly saluted him, watching him quietly from behind her Raybands - tall, large stature, soft eyes.

To think he was a pilot by the way his peak cap covered his head, seeing all the war the planes brought to the air and the sky around.

"Brady, just in time," cooed Egan, jumping up from his seat in the jeep and coming towards the Captain - Brady - wrapping an arm around his shoulder and nodding, Brady slowly looking towards Egan with a tired look.

"This is Lieutenant Chattaway," Egan said with a nod to her, "didn't find the time for a first name, but I know it's there. She's gonna be translating." Brady eyed her for a moment.

"Pleasure to have you here, Lieutenant Chattaway." Brady said, nodding firmly, a quick itch of a smile on his face before disappearing and looking over to Egan, "Major Egan, I've been meaning to discuss with you-"

"Later." Egan said, clapping Brady on the shoulder, "right now, we gotta show Lieutenant 'No Name' Chattaway to the mess hall. Get her some grub." Brady glanced her way again - she stared right back at him through her Raybands and cleared her throat.

"It's fine really, sir," she said quickly, "I can find my way." She smiled slightly.

"Nah! Nah, c'mon, Lieutenant," Egan said, "look, here, Brady and I, consider us your personal tour guides-"

"Major-"

"C'mon, let's roll." Egan said and then gave Brady a clap on the shoulder and a wink and then moved back towards the jeep. The two watched him go before standing in silence.

Annie looked back towards Brady and found him already watching her; when he caught her eyes on him, he offered a small smile.

"You doing alright?" he asked her, the smile on his face soft, the sunlight bathing his face in a golden light; looking up towards him she put on her best smile and nodded.

"Yes, sir." she said firmly.

"He can be…." Brady trailed off and looked over her shoulder and nodded, "….yeah."

"It's fine, really, sir," she said, "seems like a fun guy." Brady grinned at her comment and nodded, before looking down.

"Probably best if we get in the jeep, before he starts well…." Brady smirked, "….you can probably guess." Brady imitated a little circle beside his head - before he starts going crazy, she seemed to finish it off in her mind. Annie smiled.

"Captain John Brady," he said, holding out his hand, "I know Major Egan introduced you as Lieutenant 'No Name' Chattaway, but that's-"

"Annie." she said, meeting his hand - warm as anything, encasing her own, firm, "Annie Chattaway." A loud beep-beep and a rumble of an engine appeared beside them with a slightly, pathetically disgruntled Major Egan in the front seat.

"C'monnn, let's goooo," he said, clapping his hands in front of him, "days changing to night, I think the first leaves of fall have come down." Annie looked back over to Brady and watched the small smile dart onto his face.

"What? Are you going to turn into a pumpkin, sir?" Annie questioned turning to him and moving towards the passenger side, before climbing right in the back, looking over to Egan who was smirking at her - she glanced then at Brady, "Will you be joining us, Captain?" Brady looked to her and then offered her a smile and climbed in the passengers' side.

"What would happen if I turn into a pumpkin, huh?" Egan called over his shoulder, "You hear that, Brady, she thinks I'll turn into a pumpkin!" He started up the jeep.

"I think a pumpkin is being generous, sir!" Brady called back over the roar of the jeep as they moved towards the barracks. Annie smirked to herself and admired the life around base - the Land Army women, the townsfolk, the pilots, the airmen, the ground crews, the sky, the sun, the trees. The world as they knew it.

"So, Chattaway, where you from? Wisconsin? Harding mentioned something or other..." Egan called over his shoulder, "They make cheese right?"

"Minnesota, sir!" Annie called back, "Mankato!"

"Never been!" Egan called over his shoulder, "Should show me how to make The Bootleg - you know….. they said F. Scott Fitzgerald would sip on some of those."

"Really." muttered Brady unenthusiastically from beside him.

"Oh, cheer up, Brady, you could be getting The Bootleg tonight - you'd be thanking me for it, too." Egan called as they pulled up to the front of mess, "Right, we're here." Egan turned to look over his shoulder at her and grinned.

"Liking the view?" Annie offered a smile.

"Thorpe Abbotts is beautiful, sir," she said glancing to the sky, "I'll be excited to see the mess hall." Egan grinned and gave Brady another shoulder slap.

"You'll be pleased as peaches to see coffee," Egan said hoping out and turning to her, laughing to himself, "I mean, I know I always am." Brady moved out and straightened out his pants before glancing over his shoulder and turning towards her.

"It's nothing more than watered down G.I. coffee, but it's something," he said as Annie slowly shifted forward, "Major Egan just gets excited when there's still extra by midday."

"Don't be telling my secrets now, Brady," Egan said pointing to him, "it's a precious commodity, we don't go saying that around here." Annie smiled to herself and then slowly stood, placing her hands on the edge of the jeep before noticing a hand appear.

Looking up, Brady was stood there, watching her with the sun warming his softened face. She smiled at him, gratefully taking his hand, letting him help her step down onto the ground. It was only a few seconds more before the two were dropping their hands and Major Egan was making a show of pointing up to the mess hall and going on about something or other about a beer bottle being thrown at the wall - but as Annie followed quietly behind both Egan and Brady, she noticed the clench of Brady's hand there.

The one that had touched her own.

#yeah..... #started writing and couldn't stop #wow #yeah this #i like this #there's some pride and prejudice vibes here that just came out of nowhere at the end #PLEASE ENJOY! #annie chattaway #there she is! #she has a tag! #john brady #and there HE is #WOOO #very very fun to write #john egan #can't forget him!!! him and his chaos! #hard to nail him down i'll be honest but this was fun to write! :) #THANK YOU ANON!!!!! #greatly appreciated in my corner of the world! #masters of the air #mota #writing prompts #mota writings #annie chattaway (bradshaw) #annie bradshaw #name change!

[familyvideostevie]

Hi hello🍄✨🌼 I would like to ask for a friends to lovers Eddie munson x fem reader, where Eddie's announcing to the reader that he's going on a date with a girl and it gets a bit angsty and they stop talking for a while but eventually she admits that that she likes him and they get together. If this is too much or not your thing feel free to ignore. Hope you have a great day ✨🌼

darling! i hope this works for you, let me know! <3 angst w fluff at the end! | 2.3k, fem!reader

The sun is warm on your face as you wait for Eddie to get out of class. You're meant to go to the library today to work on his history paper, but he's late. You don't really mind, since it's a rare early spring day in Hawkins. Having the day off, you walked to the school and chanced a skirt today, glad to stretch your legs out in front of you where you sit on the steps. The sounds of the campus are soothing as you close your eyes, chin tipped up. Someone playing frisbee, cars starting and stopping, skateboards over the pavement. Shouts and laughter. It's a perfect day. 

"Don't be late tomorrow, Wheeler! You too, Henderson!" Eddie's voice from behind you makes you smile, warmth spreading through your chest at the sound. 

Being friends with Eddie has made your life better in so many ways -- he is kind and caring, sure, but he is funny and brings you out of your shell. He has introduced you to a gaggle of other teens and they've welcomed you into the fold. Eddie makes your life full and makes you so happy you could burst.

Maybe it was only par for the course that you've fallen in love with him. But, friends you stay, because that is enough for you. And if sometimes you think Eddie's gaze lingers on your lips, or if he holds you a little tighter than necessary when you sleep over? Maybe someday you'll ask him about it. But first, getting him to the end of the school year and into a job at the record store with you.

You keep your eyes closed as you feel him plop down next to you, chain scraping the stone steps. He bumps his shoulder with yours. 

"Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" The corners of your mouth turn up but you try to muster a frown. You open your eyes and allow yourself to drink him in for just a moment. Warm eyes, wide grin, messy hair. Your Eddie, pretty as a picture. 

"Waiting for someone who is late," you cry, mocking affront. "I'm burning to a crisp out here."

"Looks like you're enjoying it," he smirks, running an index finder over the freckles on your cheeks."You look like a dandelion in the sun."

"Are you calling me a weed, Eddie?" You roll your eyes and stand up, brushing off your skirt. His eyes follow your movements, and you pretend not to notice. "Real nice."

"A pretty weed, babe. Honest." You snort and he laughs as you walk to his van. "And I know my weed." No doubt the sun has warmed your cheeks some, which is a good thing since you're definitely blushing.

He pulls out of the school parking lot and heads towards town after you've hopped in and buckled up.

"Y'know," he starts, glancing over at you. You're already looking at him, of course, and he smirks. "I was late because the weirdest thing happened."

"I heard you talking to Mike and Dustin. Hellfire stuff?" He shakes his head. 

"No, just ran into them as I was leaving." He pauses, fingers tapping a random rhythm on the steering wheel. "Lester asked me to go out with her this Friday. To her brother's gig in the city."

"Kate Lester? From your English class?" You furrow your brow and look out the window. You feel a little mean for being surprised. 

"You know her?" 

"A little," you say. She'd been your lab partner your senior year. She's kind and pretty, a year younger than you, and going to University of Cincinnati in the fall, according to Nancy. 

"What's she like?" Eddie huffs. "She's never talked to me before, really."

"Then why did you say yes?" The question comes before you can stop it. His eyebrows raise and he searches your face for something before looking away. Your shoulders drop. 

"Well, she asked, I guess." He shrugs. "Seems to think I'll like some amateur punk music. Don't know where she got that idea." He looks at you to see if you'll laugh at him, but you're focused on the road. 

"She's nice," you say, and you mean it. She is nice. "I'm sure you'll have a great time." You try to keep your voice bright because you really do want him to have a nice date, even if it's with someone who doesn't know him like you do, with someone who doesn't already love every inch of him. Eddie is a catch, anyone should be able to see that. 

It's just that you thought everyone knew you and Eddie were youandEddie. Even if you're just friends, it's been you two against the world for a while. Late nights watching him practice his guitar, staying over in the trailer after helping him study, long walks when he has nightmares. You've got a drawer of his clothes in your room and he made you the guest of honor at Hellfire Club for your birthday and he visits you at work whenever he can. You know that he loves you, but maybe it's not ever going to be the way you love him. 

"What's wrong, sweet thing?" The pet name makes you shiver. His hand reaches over and cups your knee, thumb pressing into the bare skin, his rings leaving little indents. His eyes flick between you and the road and you feel a little guilty, but can't muster the will to pretend. 

"Headache," you mumble. He gives you a squeeze before letting go. 

"Do you want me to take you home?" His voice is soft, gentle with you in that way of his. 

You shake your head. "We agreed to do your essay today, Eds." He's smart on his own, but he works harder when you're there to encourage him. 

"I can read and write, you know. I'll be fine on my own, honest. I'll drop you at home."

"You sure?" You're going to be no help anyway, now that you're sulking over a date that hasn't even happened yet. He nods.

That night you try not to think about it but you fail. Your brain is fuzzy all week at work, but when Friday rolls around you put on a brave face. 

"We're leaving right after school," he tells you at lunch -- he's driven over to see you on your break during his free period. "Driving into the city and then back tonight."

"Be safe, okay?" you say. "No drinking." Eddie is a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. Still, you can't help but make him promise. 

"I'd never," he replies, seriously. "We'll just see some shitty music and be back before midnight, probably."

"Are you excited?" you ask, running your hands through your hair to stop yourself from brushing his out of his face. 

He hums noncommittally. "Lotta driving for a first date," he huffs, as if it just occurred to him. "Didn't even know she knew my name till this week."

If you didn't know him so well you'd say he was self conscious. "Oh, stop that," you say. "You're a catch, Eddie Munson, you hear me? She's lucky to be going on a date with you."

Eddie fixes his gaze on you and looks and looks and looks. You meet his stare with your own, until he breaks and grabs your hand, dragging it up for a sweet kiss. Your heart breaks a little, but you smile. 

____

You don't know why you do it, really, but you avoid Eddie for the whole weekend after his date. And the entire week after. You sit in the break room during lunch in case he comes in, and pick up extra shifts to beg off when he asks you to hang out. You even go to the skatepark with Max. Anything to keep you busy. A small, ugly part of you wonders if he even notices. 

Robin calls you from work a week after you last really spoke to Eddie.

"Do you know why Munson is in Family Video right now looking like a kicked puppy?" she asks, the line crackling. "Steve is telling him he's scaring away customers."

"Why did you call me about it?" you ask, twirling the phone chord around your fingers. It's Saturday night and you would bet that it's just the three of them in the store.

"Don't be dense," Robin replies, not unkindly. "Does this have to do with his date last week?"

"Robin, shh! Can he hear you?" You pause. "Wait, how do you even know about that?"

"Kate told Carol in the locker room and Vickie overheard and told me. Do you even know how it went?" She sighs. "Of course you don't, since Eddie has told us no less than four times that you haven't spoken for a week."

The guilt rises up in your throat. Have you gone and done the thing you wanted to prevent in the first place -- ruin your friendship?

"Is he mad?" you whisper into the phone. Robin barks a laugh. 

"Mad? Have you ever seen Eddie get mad? Other than that time when I made fun of his music. But at you? I don't think he can get mad at you." You rub at your eyes with your free hand. 

"Okay," you say. "Okay. Can you tell him to come over to my house, please?"

"Roger that," she chirps. It sounds like she pulls the phone away from her mouth before yelling, "Munson! Y/N wants you at her house, pronto."

You hear a faint Thank Christ from Steve and a Really? from Eddie. 

"Thanks, Robin," you say. 

"No, thank you," she laughs before hanging up.

The sun is setting, so you decide to throw on a sweatshirt and wait for him outside so you can go for a walk. You've barely sat on your stoop when Eddie's van pulls into your drive. He seems to steel himself before getting out. 

"Hey," he calls, his voice hoarse. You stand. It takes about four second of looking at him for you to start running and before you know it you're in his arms. He thunks back against the door of his van and you bury your face in his neck, his hair tickling you, but you don't mind. His hands stroke your back, up and down, and the tension seems to leak out of him. 

"Hey," you whisper, before you pull away from him just enough to see his face. He looks wrecked and your stomach twists. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

"No," he says loudly into the night. His hands come up to cup your face on either side. "No, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm so fucking sorr--"

You place your fingers over his mouth. "You didn't do anything." He looks confused, so you continue. "This was all me, Eds. I've been a horrible friend to you this week and that's the last thing I wanted to do but I went ahead and did it anyway."

"Why?" he breathes. You take his hands in your own and draw them down between you. 

"I--," you start, then take a deep breath. "How was your date?" you ask. You need to know before you tell him. 

Eddie looks confused, but answers. "Music was fine. She just wanted me there to make the drummer in her brother's band jealous," he admits, rolling his eyes. Your eyebrows furrow at that. "It's okay though," he continues. "Because I'm not really into Kate."

"Oh," you let out. 

"But what does that have to do with you not talking to me?" His thumbs trace circles on your skin. His eyes have nothing but warmth for you and it gives you courage. He'll forgive you for this, you think. You can still be friends. 

"I want more than anything for you to be happy, Eddie," you say, and then lose your nerve at the last second, closing your eyes before continuing. "But I'm in love with you." His thumbs still. 

"And I know that's no excuse for how I've treated you this week, because we're friends first and you're my best friend and --" 

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, sounding breathless. "Look at me, please." Your eyes fly open. He's looking at you the way he looks at his guitar, the way he looks when he's finished a campaign he's proud of, the way he looks at you when you wake up next to him. 

He's looking at you like he always does, you realize. He's looking at you like he loves you. 

"Can you say it again?" he whispers. 

You don't hesitate. "I love you, Eddie." The words seem to pour out of you now. "I have for a while. And it made me jealous to hear you were going on a date, which I have no right to be, since you should be happy with whoever you wa--"

"Hey," he interrupts again, and this time you can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Let a guy talk, huh?" His hands return to your face and you nuzzle into one palm. "I am happy." He smiles. "Happy with you." He sighs, and it's a happy sound, before leaning in to kiss your forehead. "My best friend." His lips find your right cheek next to his hand, and then your left. "Girl of my dreams," he continues, and you're grinning, now. He kisses your nose and you giggle.

Eddie pulls away and you almost whine. He looks serious, but you can't stop smiling. 

"I'm in love with you," he says. "I love you. Can I kiss you?" You find the ability to nod somehow, since Eddie has just blown your world to pieces and you didn't know you could feel this happy. But as his lips find yours and your hands tangle in his hair, you think that you could get used to it. 

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#anon ask #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things s4 #please excuse all typos i just wrote this #first fanfic on this account WOOO #reblog and share and all that bc i have no followers yet <3 #emma’s asks

[buglaur]

a healthy dose of gael for your troubles

#i'm very tired but i have tuesday off wooo!!! #i can play then #i got 20 mins of cas time but now i've gotta get back to homework #i hate you 5 page essay about the poetry of adrienne rich!! #ts4 #sims 4 #gael i missed you #can you believe he's been gone 5 months #feels like yesterday #i'm also sitting on a shit ton of asks but i'll answer them soon i promise #i'm so so sorry anon that asked me for a tutorial on converting nondefault skins to default #all the way back in september #its in the works i'm so sorry omfg #ts4 cas

[lunathrix]

has doctor ghost reached a diagnosis for the smol radiance?

That's actually going to be the topic of the next 2 dr ghost episodes but that might still be a while so have this in the meantime!

#ask #hollow knight #comic #dr ghost hidden lore #little ghost #the moff #im having another cant do line art crisis so just a sketch for this one #sorry anon you deserved better <3 #though i might do it again for following asks because it takes so little time <33 #maybe i should just give up on nice line art and draw the whole dr ghost comic in this sketch style so there are no more 3 month breaks #...is what i would say if i were a QUITTER. lines4ever baby wooo

[sam-loves-seb]

I’M SO EXCITED FOR CHAPTER 3 of I’m not the way I was!!!!! Can’t wait for you to write a book someday you are SLAYING bestie

oh this is so sweet 🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much anon, you have completely made my day 💙💙💙

i’m pretty excited for chapter 3 too 😏

• new chapter will be up monday 3/4 •

#i read this earlier when i was still at work #and i almost started crying at my desk #i’m not even kidding #there were tears in my eyes #you all make me feel like i’m doing okay #and when i do write that book someday anon #i’ll send you a signed copy #okay ENOUGH sappy hours #new chapter of intwiw coming monday wooo #ask sam

[thechairanon]

(MatPat voice) LOREE! This one... I don't know how to warn this really? So here's a really shitty content warning:

Warning for past murder, present attempted murder, the anons giving really bad advice, and Chair. Also, hallucinations. And an alleged ax murderer. No ax murdering on screen, though. I break the fourth wall if you squint really hard at one point.

Chair was pretty it started when Ask the Actors first started.

Their first continuous look into the real world.

The first time they saw the shadow.

At first she just brushed it off as a strange Void hallucination. A shadow in the corner of your eye was a regular occurrence there.

But this was no normal occurrence.

The shadow kept getting closer. And closer.

Chair was sure she was just imagining things.

But trying to understand things never hurt. Unless she tried to understand the Void or her life prior. Then her head just hurt.

After deciding to pay closer attention to the shadow, Chair started to notice some things about it.

It was vaguely human-shaped. In fact, it became increasingly human-shaped the more the anon stared at it.

The human shape was also holding a bloody ax.

The human shape also looked like it wanted to kill her.

Chair asked their friends for advice that basically summed up to: “Seeing guy, what do?”

Masq told them to scare the hallucination first. Exclamation told Chair to kill the hallucination first, which Masq agreed to. Acid also agreed, but recommended using (you guessed it) acid. Bookstack told her to stab the hallucination.

Chair kindly thanked them for the advice and backed away slowly.

They crept through the Void with their chair dragging behind them, which made a loud scraping noise every time she took a step.

They had tried to get rid of the chair that was chained to them. Whenever they did, however, she blacked out and woke up hours later sitting in the chair again.

Maybe she could try again to keep her mind off the ax murderer hallucination.

Chair lifted her chair as above her head as she could before trying to slam it down on the ground.

Chair woke up several hours later sitting in her undamaged chair.

She also woke up to the ax murderer guy staring at her.

“SWEET WOODCHIPS!” Chair screamed. “What the FUCK.”

The figure continued staring at her, the bloodied ax he brandished hanging limply at his side.

“He- hello? Why… why are you staring at me?” Chair noticed a wound the figure (man? It- he looked a lot more like a man than a figure now) had. It looked deep and nasty and Chair was too tired to go too deep into the gorey details, so. You’re welcome.

Chair gasped and reached out to the wound. “Oh… who did that to you?”

The anon flinched and leaned back when the man lifted the ax and pointed it at Chair’s chest.

“O- oh. Me? Did I do this to you when I was alive?”

The man continued to stare at the eldritch being. Silently. The weapon was still pointed at her. Chair was starting to get uncomfortable.

“I didn’t mean to, if that’s what you mean. I, uh… I’m sorry. I probably didn’t mean to. I was probably acting out because of the tapes-”

Chair screamed as the man raised the ax and brought it down on her head.

Later, an anon found Chair curled up in their chair, quietly crying.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“I don’t know…” Chair sobbed. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, well. I hope you get better!”

Chair gripped her hair as the other anon left them to cry.

She knew who that was. But why did she kill him? What possessed her to kill him? Why?

Why? Why? Why? She was so, so sorry, Jacob.

#chair's drabbles #No beta we die like Box!Hetch #Wooo its the sins of your 'past' you don't remember coming back to ax murderer you! #The anon near the end could be anyone. I didn't do any specific characterisations.

[viscerax]

You asked for requests, soooooo I am going to give you two!

Jam reunion or Jay gets eeby deebied back in time after he died, you choose when

Go crazy!!!

Reunion

Tim stares out the window while his hands absent-mindedly fidget with Jay's old camera. It had been awhile since he needed to use it. Who's counting?

Tim was. It had been 457 days since Jay died. Tim never moved away. He wanted to so badly, but it turns out being a minimum wage stock clerk doesn't exactly provide him with enough funds to move out. So he's stuck in that miserable house, with those miserable memories, and that miserable feeling in his gut.

He was tempted to sell Jay's camera, get some extra cash. But he couldn't. Anytime he opened Craigslist or e-bay, he stared at the web page for a moment before closing it. He couldn't bring himself to do it. The camera was the last proof that any of it happened, its scuffed edges and cracked lens. Without it, he might as well have just been crazy. No one else believed him. He knew damn well telling his therapist would just land him in another facility and numbed up on so many meds that he probably wouldn't even be able to remember his own name. He's been through that, and he wasn't going to do it again.

He sighs, setting the camera down again. He's about to get up when he feels something rub against his leg. He flinched a bit, looking down and finding a furry face staring back up at him, his new cat, affectionately named "Jay". He reached down, scratching her chin and earning a satisfied purr. It wasn't much, it certainly wasn't a replacement for Jay, but it was better than nothing.

He pulls his hand away, earning a needy chirp from the feline. Tim sighs, standing up with a grunt. "I know, i know. You're hungry, I get it." Tim makes his way to his kitchen, reaching up to the top cabinet and grabbing a bag of kibble for the feline.

He's standing on his tiptoes, and curses himself for putting the bag so out of reach. Normally he'd keep it on the floor, but he learned very quickly that wasn't an option with Jay, lest he wishes that she tear the bag open and feast upon it's contents in a single night.

He has the bag just barely pinched in his fingers and dragging it over the edge, when a sudden barrage of knocking at his front door catches him off guard, and the bag comes falling down, spilling open over his head.

"God damnit!" He shouts, allowing the now half-empty bag to fall to the floor. He turns to his cat, eyeing the pile with a look that could only be described as gluttony. "Jay, don't you fucking dare." He mutters to the cat, before picking the bits of cat food from his hair and off the front of his shirt.

"Just a moment!" He shouts to whoever is knocking at the door as he does his best to shake the kibble from the inside of his shirt.

"Tim?"

Tim freezes at the voice. He thinks its got to be another auditory hallucination. After all, there was no way it was him. He saw Jay's dead body. He buried him himself in the woods, mainly because no one else even knew who "Jay" was. His parents said they only had a daughter, not a son named Jay.

Except, it can't be a hallucination, because it catches his cat's attention too.

Tim takes a shaking breath. Maybe he just heard it wrong. Maybe it was just the mail man. Or a neighbor. Or one of those missionaries. Yes, that must be it.

Still, he trudged towards the door, hand shaking as he reaches for the knob. What if it's the Operator, back again. Playing tricks on him?

Tim slowly unlocks the door, slowly turning the door knob. He squeezes his eyes shut, not worrying about how he might look crazy to whoever is on the other side.

"Tim? Timothy?" The voice is there again. Tim can't take it anymore. He opens his eyes. He sees both his best dream and worst nightmare.

Jay Merrick standing at his doorstep.

He wants to speak, move, but he can't. He doesn't know what to do. Jay, Really Jay, is standing there, staring at Tim like he was the walking corpse.

"Tim, oh my god." Jay breaks the silence, and Tim can't stop the choked sob that spills past his lips. He almost falls forward, but catches himself on the doorframe. Jay flinched back a bit, and he can't tell if Tim is still angry or not. Not like he would blame him.

"Tim I didn't- im sorry- I don't know what I was doing and-" Jay starts rambling, tripping over his words and fidgeting with his trembling hands.

Jay almost topples over when suddenly a very heavy weight is crashing against him. But he doesn't fall. Instead, he's enveloped in warm, trembling arms. Tim is hugging him, and Jay is practically stunned.

"I know, Jay. I... I saw the entry. I-" his words are choked off by another sob as squeezes Jay again. "Y-you're here. Y-you can't be. You're not real." Tim is trembling, face buried in Jay's neck. Jay doesn't know what to do, so he just follows Tim's actions, wrapping his own lanky arms around Tim and trying to comfort him.

"I'm... yeah. I'm here. I'm real. I promise." Jay mumbles, a hand tentatively reaching up and petting Tim's hair.

"Jay... I... I buried you, though. I- how are you- I don't get it." Tim rambles as he reluctantly pulls away, partly worried that he'd crush the man if he squeezed him for any longer.

"I don't... I don't know. And for once I don't think I want to find out." Jay lets out an awkward chuckle, and the statement earns a snort from Tim.

"Well thats a first." He takes a step to the side, allowing Jay in. He tries to catch his breath, trying to wipe away his tears but they just keep coming and he can't stop them. This had been the most he cried in... ever. Even during the whole Operator fiasco, he never really shed any tears. He felt emotionally blocked up, and now they were all flowing out of him like a broken dam.

"Tim... I... I missed you- I'm sorry for... coming back and drudging this all up again but I- I couldn't- i didn't know who else to go to and-"

Tim practically slaps a hand over his mouth. "Stop apologizing. I- I want you here, I-" he takes a deep breath, and more tears are spilling again. His voice cracks when he finally speaks again. "For years, I couldn't even shed a tear. And then you showed up. All these emotions that I haven't had a chance to experience or didn't realize I had all came out at once because of you." Tim takes a deep breath, swallowing and hoping it will make speech easier, but it doesn't. His voice still trembles. "I can't stop crying, I'm sorry." He lets out a sarcastic laugh, to which Jay just reaches a hand up and wiped away the tears before cupping Tim's stubbley face in his hands.

Tim had been so numb since Jay's death. He'd been... sad, sure. But he had been doing so good at shoving it all down, focusing on other things and eventually drowning out the world-shattering sadness that was currently flowing out of him like a river. He couldnt stop it now. He couldn't drown it out or focus on anything else because Jay was right there, staring down at him with those big sad eyes, and speaking to him with those cracked lips that Tim sometimes wished would just shut up and kiss him.

"Tim... I... I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd- I don't want you to cry. I'm sorry... shit, I-" his words are interrupted by Tim's lips crashing into his with a kind of ferocity he could only expect from the man.

Tim wasn't thinking straight. So many emotions and chemicals swimming around in his brain is what caused him to do this. He's about to pull away and profusely apologize him for his irrational activity, but Jay is kissing him back and holy shit, Tim doesn't think he could pull away if he wanted to with the way Jay is practically clawing to hold onto him. They're both trying to prove to themselves that this is real, and that this is really happening and that it's not just some dream.

Reluctantly, they pull away, damn the need for air. They stay in silence for a moment before Tim finally breaks it.

"Please... please stay. Just for a while." Tim hates how desperate he sounds but he can't bring himself to change it because he is. He's so desperate for Jay to stay that he can't bring himself to be angry at him in any way.

"I will never leave you behind again, if you'll have me." Its a promise, a promise that means so much to the both of them. Tim is so used to people running once they see all of him. Once they get past his bitchy exterior, once they see the sad man that he is. But Jay's seen it all. He knows so much more about Tim then most. And yet he's staying.

Tim answers him with another kiss, albeit shorter than the last. He pulls away and just holds Jay, hands roaming over his back, to his waist, and up and down his arms, still trying to lock in the fact that Jay us really there.

"Mrowww?" The two men are broken apart as their attention falls to a very needy feline.

Tim sighs and picks the cat up, holding her gently and allowing Jay to pet her.

"What's her name?" Jay looks back to Tim, still scratching behind the ears of the purring feline.

Tim panics. Surely it's not... normal to name your cat after your dead "best friend." But, Tim can't think of any creative lie in the moment, so with a defeated sigh, he mumbles his confession.

"I named her... Jay. After you. It was uhm, a recommendation from my therapist. She was supposed to be a therapy pet, but really she mostly just takes up most of my money and attention." He complains about the cat, although its clear from his tone that he doesn't really mean it. The cat means a lot to him, even if he's too stubborn to admit it.

"That's... cute." Jay chuckles, and Tim would give anything he had to make sure he hears that laugh again, even if it's at the expense of his own embarrassment.

"Yeah, whatever." Tim mutters, which only earns another chuckle from Jay. Tim thinks he's going to die from embarrassment, and very quickly sets the cat down, deciding to change the subject. "I have to uhm, clean up a mess, that she made earlier. Before she eats all of it."

Jay is a bit confused, until he looks over Tim's shoulder and sees cat food spilled all over the floor. He giggles and follows behind Tim, helping him clean it up, despite the others protest.

They're both so tired by the time they're done cleaning. It's not like it was a very difficult task, but Tim's pretty sure he's just worn out from the emotional Rollercoaster. He barely makes it to the bed, and tries to opt for passing out on the couch, but Jay practically drags him away to his bedroom, forcing him to lay down.

Jay is about to turn and take refuge on the couch, but Tim grabs his wrist.

"Don't leave. Please. Just for tonight. We can get you a bed tommorow." Tim groggily requests, and who is Jy to deny him, especially when he's looking up at him with those wide eyes that Jay adores.

Jay kicks off his shoes and crawls in next to Tim, relishing in the way he's practically enveloped in warmth.

"I love you. Welcome home, Jaybird." Tim sleepily mumbles into his neck.

Home. Jay hadn't had a home in so long, and he thinks he wouldn't mind if his home was Tim.

#marble hornets #jam mh #jay merrick #timothy wright #mh #jam #implied trans jay #wooo boy #this one made me tear up while writing it #hope you enjoy anon #this was fun to write actually #but i did cry

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hey I've been a fan of your writing

Can I request something,,,,,,

Maybe going trick or treating with the main four plus Jebediah 🎃

Here's a post with the main 4 on trick or treating.

SO THIS IS GOING TO BE A JEB ONLY POST! HEHE!

Jeb was pretty surprised when he came through the portal to visit his player once again, only to find the home decorated with Halloween-themed items and candle lit pumpkins. His red eyes scan the place for a few moments as his player walks in, smiling happily at him as they embrace him and welcome him to their world.

"So...what's the occasion?" Jeb comments, pointing at all of the decor that was strewn about the place.

"Oh! I forget, you haven't been coming here for a full year yet. Well! Tonight is Halloween, Jeb! It's a human holiday where trick or treaters go house to house and get free candy while being dressed up in costumes! In fact...I'm in one right now!" You say and spin to show off your outfit.

Jeb almost felt dumb for not noticing the change, but he did have to admit. You looked really nice while being all dressed up.

"You like it?"

"I do. You look really nice, Player."

You couldn't help but smile and walk over to the window and pull back the curtain, revealing the outside of your home. Jeb walks over and peers out, intrigued by what he sees walking around outside. Little humans were walking down the street outside, all in various little outfits and make up that seemed to make them seem dressed up for the night.

He even took in the sight of the changing foliage and the leaves blowing around outside. That must mean that your world changed seasons, as you had explained to him a long time ago after his first visit to your world, and it seemed that some celebration was going on...this "Halloween".

"Interested? We're about to go out on the town tonight!" You explain as you write out a sign for the candy bowl, to which your reply startled Jeb.

"Outside? Don't you want me to NEVER go outside?" Jeb questions.

"Oh! Well, yes. Normally at other times of the year, but Halloween is when people dress up! We can just pass your look off as a costume and people wouldn't be none-the-wiser of your otherworldly origins!" You happily reply, finishing setting up the candy bowl before picking it up and opening the door.

"You coming?"

"I...I suppose."

"Don't worry, I got dinner cooking in the crockpot, it'll be ready for us when we get back! This street is really active for events and Halloween decorations. I'm not really big on candy, so we'll just walk around and take in the sights. Sounds good?"

"...Yes. I think that would be pleasant." Jeb smiles as he slips past you to stand on your porch, fully exposed for the first time.

And just as you said, not one human batted an eye at his appearance.

Once you locked the door and set the candy bowl out, you happily usher Jeb down the stairs and out into the night. He follows you, coveting your warmth, not only internally...but also literally. It was colder than he was expecting. Thankfully the coat chased away the chill as he followed you loyally to take in the sights.

Surprisingly, it was a very fun night. Despite Jeb's confusion on the whole event, he seemed to become rather popular for his 'costume'. You even started keeping the names of everything he's been called tonight. Every possible guess. From "Zombie Jesus" to "An Undead Hell's Angel". Which just confused him more and made you laugh.

Photos were taken with him and he just tried to be as polite as he could in them, even blushing a bit when people would thank him for the pictures (by god a race with manners!) and compliment on his 'costume'. He found it...rather enjoyable, surprisingly.

He got to see the decorations, wander through a 'haunted house', eat some free candy that was being handed out to everyone (when was the last time he ever had a sweet?) and you just seemed to point out so many different things to him and what they meant to your people. Jeb...was having a great time and it felt...amazing.

Once the sun had long since left the sky and fewer and fewer people were walking around, you decided it was time for you both to head home. Once you arrived, you found the candy bowl empty and you picked it up before unlocking the door and letting yourselves in.

The smell of dinner was filling the house with a pleasant aroma and you invited Jeb to dinner. Which turned into a night of laughter and enjoyment as you two ate and drank until you both were loosened up. Jeb just felt...so alive tonight. He got to experience a human holiday with you and it was just such a lovely night...he was tempted to make a move, but he refused.

Instead, you both hugged and once dinner was done and over, you were getting ready to say goodbye to him.

"Jeb...tonight was wonderful. I really had a fun Halloween with you by my side! You should come over in November and December. We can have more fun then!" You happily offer.

"November and December? Your...human months, correct?" You nod.

"Oh? Is there something special like Halloween in them too??"

"Hahaha! Jeb! This isn't even the peak of human holidays! If you think humans giving free candy away was strange, wait until you eat a thanksgiving meal or when Christmas arrives! You'll see SO many things around Christmas! I'll be glad to show them to you if you let me!" You explain excitedly.

Jeb could only watch your enthusiasm before chuckling and nodding.

"I would like that, Player...I really would."

If Halloween was this fun...then Jeb couldn't wait for the 'bigger' holidays to roll around. He finds himself wondering about it while he was on his way back to Nevada.

Maybe...maybe he should get you a gift.

Yeah. He'll get you a gift. He'll celebrate "Christmas" with his beloved Player.

It'll be perfect.

Oh, he can't wait until Christmas finally arrives.

#madcom x reader #human!reader x madcom #madcom tag #y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #self aware m:pn au #self aware au #madness combat self aware au #anon asks #anonymous #anon ask #haxorus imp #cosmica-galaxy #my writings #WOOO Hope you like it I have to keep them shorter so I can finish them lol #Happy Halloween everyone!

[why-is-prethinker-unavailable]

what would you do if a penny pincher skelecog got a blog and people liked him more. like his name is fucking tiberius or something stupid like that

Feh, I could hardly care less about it, so long as this Tiberius treats me with the respect I deserve on this platform.

Also, watch your language. I don't want your barbaric swearing to bring down this blog's astuteness.

#prethinker #ask-tiberius-cadell #ask #anon #//OOC: WOOO YEAAA MORE TOONTOWN COG BLOGS YES YESS #SO excited to see what you do with Tiberius! can't wait to learn more about thon! #and also just a btw i don't mind swearing here xd! just keep in mind the younger eyes that view this fandom! :]//

[gardenerian]

do you ever think about how ian did karate?? like it was never shown or talked about and he put a kid in hospital? anyways

this is the funniest fucking ask i have ever received in my whole ridiculous little life oh my god thank you

does mickey know about it? did he know it at the time? high kick kink? i bet he was very impressed 😇 tell the karate hospital story again gallagher damn 😇 does ian ever go back to it??? does he ever use those skills? is this another throwaway tomato line that will dominate my every waking thought for the rest of time????

#anyways #fucking LMAO #tonight is date night and i will fully be thinking of this the whole time #and by date night i mean we are hanging out on the couch together bc i have been sick for days #and i am not dripping with plague anymore WOOO #anon i love you I LOVE YOU #mel answers

[misc-obeyme]

just wanted to say that whenever you post about your ideas or WIPs or things like that it's really motivating and gets me to work on my own fic/writing 💖 thanks!!

Oh!! Really??

I'm so happy to hear that, anon! I loooove to motivate others!

I feel like I don't post about what I'm working on much because I just assume nobody cares lol! Like I'm always working on something. I write almost daily, though there are occasionally days where I miss it or it's a struggle and I don't get much done.

It honestly never occurred to me that posting about ideas and WIPs and such would motivate anybody! Thank you for telling me and I hope you continue to feel motivated to work on your writing!!

#wooo you got this!! #lol I just love cheering people on #anon asks #misc answers

[koreposion]

I HAVE A HEADCANNON FOR YOU!

Okay. Just imagine with me for a sec. Everyone calls Nightmare an octopus, but! The dude acts like a cat. So, what if he's, like, a cat with four tails, and they just like... POOF every time he's startled. And he just instinctively purrs when he's content and hisses when he's upset. AND HE CAN'T CONTROL IT.

Idk, I just thought it was cute and funny and dumb.

People call Nightmare an octopus just because of his tentacles. Which I get, but then he could also be compared to a squid.

But this is to say that octopi are basically just sea cats. Of course this isn't the fandom wide reason why the comparison is made.

However, I do like this headcannon because it tracks with more monster like traits that could be explored. Nightmare truly is very very fun, so granted with the idea of cattiness that means he has claws, can fit in tight spaces, scares people by sneaking up on them. Is just an amazing hunter all around.

I truly do love that for him, but catty wouldn't be the proper word for him. More like predatory!

#This is a good headcannon #sorry about the animal rant at the... #well the whole post #But anon you can cook!!! #wooo

[iguessitsjustme]

choose violence ask game 19 & 25

Hello my dear anon. Thank you for indulging my feistiness right now lol.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I don’t know how to answer this question. I have no shame. Never have and never will. Is there a show I should be ashamed of liking? Maybe I should be ashamed of liking Something, Crunchy Crunchy but I’m not. That’s the chaos I crave at all times. Also again, I have zero shame. None. I don’t know what it’s like to have shame.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I feel like I’m normally the person complaining so I don’t know if there’s any complaints I’m sick of because I, personally, never tire of complaining. It’s better for my mental health if I complain. So let’s see…a complaint that I’m tired of. Hmmmmm….

Okay I got one. It’s aggravating to see people complaining about people critiquing shows. I feel like a people sometimes conflate critique for not enjoying the show and those two are not mutually exclusive. I have seen friends of mine get enormous amounts of hate for simply critiquing shows (specifically popular shows) and have people yell at them to just stop watching if they don’t enjoy it. People can enjoy things and still want them to be better. Critiquing things is actually how we get better shows. I understand people want other people to love what they love and might not want to see that some people don’t think it’s perfect but that doesn’t mean they should send hate to the people who criticize it.

Choose Violence Ask Game

#ask game #thanks for the ask #I’m in some type of mood right now #this actually helped a bit so wooo #thanks anon you really did me a solid

[kinamysa]

hi! i just wanted to pop in to say i think what you're doing here is wonderful, it's so nice to see all these little bits of joy you find in the game, it always brightens my day to see one of your posts!

Thank you anon so much!! <3 ;-; I really appreciate it, and I'm really happy you like the lil' details too! ^u^ Have a wonderful day/night!!

#anon #<333 thank yous! ^u^ #I'm so glad you guys like it and share the passion for cute details #it's my fav thingy ever to just look for these thingies and it makes me really happy to know there are you folk that like it too!! #And there's so much to find now too in DF!! Wooo!! #<3 =^_^= *happy cat face*

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I'M BACK. SOME CHAOS AU.

what if we are walking with zhongli and we're suddenly tackled by childe, moth just tackles us and we start to wrestle him. like yeah, we can handle his weight and all BUT WE WRESTLE HIM?. imagine moth whining and screeching when we touch a sensitive spot and leave him like paralyzed.

OR.

we're tangling moth in some chritsmas lights and we turn on the lights and moth now is a Christmas tree, bonus points if we have some reindeer horns on us as decoration. and zhongli is like "YOURE GOING TO BURN CHILDE" or what if we take our abyss form from the reverse au and we are the ones who tackle childe in his human form. AND WE BITE HIM AND JUST START TO WRESTLE HIM.

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HELLO WELCOME BACK!!!!!! *EATS CHAOS AU* (this is gonna get long because i have Many Funky Thoughts :D

shoves down the temptation to turn this into angst OH OH what if you're returning from a trip as well??? Zhongli either went with you or came to escort you back to Liyue- Childe had to unfortunately stay home </3 so he's been staying with Zhongli. you get back pretty early in the morning though so he's still asleep when Zhongli sneaks out to go escort you back, intending for your arrival to be a surprise for Childe.

it's the door that wakes him up, blinking sleepily at the sound of voices downstairs. Childe can hear someone that sounds like Zhongli, and... you!!! it's you, you're back!! he bolts downstairs and pounces on you, quick as lightning!! the only reason you don't smack your head on the wall is because Zhongli is quick to catch and push both of you upwards as Childe smushes his cheek against yours in delight. his purrs and chirps are so excited and happy that they start stuttering and jumping!!! and you're petting him and squishing his face (as much as you CAN squish it), when suddenly your fingers curve and scritch a spot under his chin that just makes him melt in your hands, so now you have a moth puddle purring blissfully under your touch. Zhongli watches you and Childe, his two beloved friends, and smiles.

!!!!! PUTTING FAIRY LIGHT STRINGS IN HIS FLUFF. carefully tangling strands of twinkling lights in his fur!!! he's watching you curiously, chirping and tilting his head when you look up. but oh, you have such a happy expression on your face, so he lets you do whatever it is you're doing!! when you're done you drag him to the mirror to admire his newly star-speckled fluff!! he trills in delight when he sees the little lights scattered everywhere!! you've also strung some lights around his horns, and would've put more on if Zhongli hadn't walked in and told you to stop </3 but still, Childe's shining even more now!! he's so beautiful and sparkly <333

play wrestling!!!! reverse AU play wrestling!!! you both make sure not to get TOO violent, but when you want snuggles YOU WANT SNUGGLES, so you're very determined to make him settle down. there's a few places that make Childe yelp if you poke them (like his sides) so usually any play wrestling ends with you cuddled on top of him and Childe whining slightly underneath, only to doze off and start rumbling <33

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #childe #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #chit chat #🐈‍⬛ anon #PLEASE FORGIVE IF I DIDN'T GET TO ALL THE POINTS!!! THIS POST WAS GETTIN LONNNGGG #if you want me to add MORE BRAINROT >:D feel free to ask!!! #I LOVE THE FIRST ONE THO JUST IMAGINE REUNITING AFTER BEING SEPERATED <333 #GOOD FLUFF BEST FLUFF #wooo it's been a BUSY WEEK BUT!!!! i got a LOT OF WORK DONE :DDDD #so i am HAPPY :DDDD #short scenario #other's stuff #reverse au