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missdaytonawrites · 9 months

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liar • a. anderson

summary - manny and abby find you alone one night and take you back to the stadium, abby does everything in her power to swallow her feelings about you. even if it means pushing boundaries and lying. (enemies 2 lovers w/ abby's mean ass.)

WC - 4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI, post!outbreak abby, mean!abby, afab!reader, talk of guns and infected, seriously abby's unreasonably bitchy, talk of alcohol, abby cannot tell the truth to save her life, dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort kinda??? fingering (r! receiving) getting caught (if u squint girl, not really) apologetic!abby. slightly, every-so-barely, for a literal split-second... sub!abs, (mainly sub!r tho..) spitting, tribbing ooooh, abby smokes cigarettes, so does r! apparently, little bit of fluff, i kinda hate the ending?? maybe a pt. II to this will happen idk don't ask lol.

A/N - ..heeey people... here it is!!! i recently (like two days ago recently) gained a pretty serious injury on my pinky toe and i've been literally bed-ridden so i had no choice but to get this out. i love this song, i've heard this song live, this song is so request-this-is-based-on coded so!!!! (*edit* nonnie if u see this i hope u love it mwah) i kid you not i started writing this on the two-hour drive home from the paramore concert and i've just now finished it. i'm super personally proud of this and i will say -- YOU 100% HAVE GOT TO, LISTEN TO THE SONG WHEN YOU READ. with most of my other fics, it's really optional but for this?/!:?):!; put headphones in, turn this song on loop, AND THEN READ!!! it will completely enhance the fic. thanks 4 readin as always, love you crazy bitches.

"love is not an easy thing to admit, but i'm not ashamed of it."

this was fucking gross, the dirt was cold and wet. bordering on mud status and now seeping into the cloth of your shorts & t-shirt as you lay into the earth. you were tired and just needed some rest before you continued on. the old abandoned house you had been using as shelter became over-ran with some infected while you were out one day. so it was back to the forest floor for now.

gross, cold, and wet. the way she had found you, curled up and fast asleep on the ground, she almost wished that she felt bad. she didn’t though, instead for a split second she forgot manny had been following behind her as she took the barrel of her gun to press into the side of your face. she pressed in a little harder and you shot awake at the feeling of something touching your teeth through your cheek. your eyes fly open and they’re met with two shadowy figures above you.

one is a lot larger than the other, the one who had been poking you with the gun crouched down to get a better look at you. through her inspection, manny could be heard behind her muttering something about “we can’t just leave her here, abs.” abby didn’t really care for what he was saying, instead she was silently cursing herself for the emotion that began to crowd her train of thought. abby had toughened herself up enough so these sorts of things wouldn’t happen. she, or the rest of the WLF couldn't afford any emotional attachments. abby didn't need to be going out and developing crushes on sleeping beauties in the woods. yet here she was…

maybe that's why she grew to detest you so severely. treating you so harshly so her mask didn't slip, it was the only way for her. especially the night they found you. she couldn’t even begin to fathom how badly she wanted to just grab you up, take you back to clean you off and keep you safe with the rest of them. instead, she shook you (and manny’s new found excitement, like they found a stray puppy) off, pulling her gun away from your face and stepping about eight feet far from you to speak with manny.

it was back and forth the entire time, manny weighing in all the pros while abby lays out all the cons. true childish banter begins to ensue and abby begrudgingly agrees to bring you back with manny, claiming he’ll “deal with any consequences.” they walk back over to where you lay, awake and pissed. you had just started to fall asleep for fucks sake, “look, you’re coming with us. don't argue and just be grateful that it's we who ran across your ass and not some raider." abby sighs then pinches the bridge of her nose, you would like to argue but the darker haired one looks rather excited for you to be coming, so you bite your tongue for now.

it had been six months since that night… six months of falling in love with your new life at the stadium, six months of manny becoming the closest friend you’ve ever known, six months of training.. six months of a total cold shoulder from abby. you didn't even know if you could call it that, lord knows she never spared her snarky comments towards you at dinner or when the two of you got paired together on runs. always saying something about how you never do anything right, then carrying on while she tells you all the reasons they should've just left you there in the forest to rot.

you take on each day with your head high, trying not to let abby bother you. even if you couldnt seem to crack her fucking issue with you, reminding yourself that everyone else enjoys you and is glad you joined them. especially manny, he was a great pal, always sitting with you at dinner and reading with you. one night he had pulled you out of your book and talked you into having a drink with him, so you did. the two of you passed the bottle back and forth all night, intoxicating yourself enough to blab about abby.

“i just don’t fuckin’ get it, i guess.” taking another swig, you chuckle and hand manny the bottle back. “maybe i just see myself differently than she does.” he looks like he’s thinking and before he can say anything you start again, “does she talk about me? i mean, have i done anything to her that i’m just oblivious to?” manny doesn't say anything, just throws back whatever is left in the whiskey bottle and looks at you sympathetically.

“she doesn't really talk to anyone about things like that, maybe you did.. nobody will ever know.” you sigh and cross your legs. you and manny enjoy the silence for awhile before there’s some shuffling to the side of you two and then just like magic, there’s abby. rearing her mean little head like she heard you twos conversation. much to your chagrin, she did and as she takes her seat next to manny she whacks his shoulder and grumbles something along the lines of “couldn't save any for me..?”

abby's presence captures all of manny's attention while she talks him into going to grab another bottle, you sit uncomfortably and slightly tipsy as she finally convinces him. he gives you a little salute before heading off, leaving you and abby alone. you feel the liquor drop like an anchor in your stomach and your eyelids become heavy, you suddenly aren't sure how much longer you wanna stay.. where did she come from? if she was listening, why? you could have sworn manny said everyone else was out for the night..?

you’re so deep in thought that you don't notice abby has moved closer to you, and has been slowly muttering in your ear this whole time. it isn’t until she is literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, that you pull yourself out of your trance. when you turn to look her in the eyes, you notice just how close she had gotten. taking a sharp breath she starts again, even slower this time, like you wouldn't understand if she were to say it any faster. “i don’t see you differently, i see you for what the fuck you are… n’ i can’t say i’m the biggest fan”

you swallow and feel as if you’ve shrunk beneath her very gaze, “keep my fucking name out of your mouth, got it?” subconsciously scooting away from her, you nod quickly and avert your gaze. she snaps again, and your eyes shoot back to hers. “say it. tell me that you got it through your goddamn head,” and she moves closer. “now!” you squeak out a shaky “got it!” before standing and making your exit. on your leave, you can hear abby laugh at the situation from down the hall.

she has never taken something that far before? you can’t even recall a time she’s been that close to you before. guilt starts to float around you like a cloud above your head. you cannot believe you let her bother you so much that you left without saying a “good night.” or “thank you!” to manny.

flopping face-down on your cot, you conjure an idea; you rummage through all of your belongings to find some pen and paper. you write manny an explanatory note and let him know a little about what happened.

finishing up your letter, you can faintly hear him and abby laughing from your room.

“ah, abs.. you’ll have to get over yourself and tell her eventually.” he sighs and you can hear abby hiss at the thought. “nah man, i’ve already-” and then you remember how shes made you feel before, you decide you’re done eavesdropping and suddenly decide to no longer give manny the piece of paper you had been writing him. crumpling the note, you throw it at the wall and lay down to read.

an entire two weeks pass, you can confidently say you’ve not once thought about abby. her lack of kindness fails to phase you as the days pass. you’ve stopped eating with the group, opting for meals in your room instead. you’ve only really talked with manny only enough to ensure you and abby aren't partnered up for anything. it was smooth sailing for another two weeks, a whole fucking month passes and you cannot believe she’s really left you alone. you honestly didn't think she was capable, but alas, she hadn't even barely looked your way. you can’t help but let your mind race before you sleep about why? was she respecting your request? had manny scolded her? you remembered what manny had told you and settled with the fact that you’d never know.

one night, as you make your bed and pack your bag for the week, there's a quick rasp of knuckles on your door. “heeeeey! i know you’re in here, let me in.” manny, and he sounded drunk. unlocking the door and rolling your eyes, he stumbles in and flops down on your freshly made cot. “we have got to taaaalk..” he hiccups and rolls over to face you, “i need to know, please-” burping and then bursting out in laughter he rubs his eyes and sits up. “what reeealllyy happened that ni-ght.” you didn't think you could roll your eyes back any further than they did at that very moment, practically dismissing him you say: “i don't know what you’re talking about, what night?” burping, he looks at you like you’ve lost it, “c’mon, don't do that. i just want to know if she's telling me the truth…”

in that moment, your head whips around and you’re sure your eyes bugged out of your head. “the truth? what did she say happened?” manny matches the shocked expression on your face for a split second and then erupts in laughter, you worry for what he’s about to say. “look, don’t let this- this, don't tell her i said this.” swallowing and moving closer to him, you sit on the cot with manny while he tells you this extravagant story all about what “happened” that night.

apparently, that night, you told abby to her face that you thought she had a problem with you. apparently, on that same night you also caught an attitude with abby and got in her face. apparently, you stormed off in a drunken rage after allegedly jumping all over her case.

furious, you were so fucking mad. there were simply no words in the goddamned english dictionary to fathom how angry you were with her. she lied! right through her teeth! to manny of all people! about you! there was no holding back anymore, returning to the moment, you spare no gory details as you tell manny what really happened. to say the least? he wasnt very happy, you told him you were scared of her and didnt say anything sooner because you swore to “keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

the conversation sobered manny up enough for him to apologize on abby's behalf and then exit rather quickly, leaving you to go to bed. you just can’t justify falling asleep, though. not until you make a plan, to your knowledge abby has no reason to be treating you the way she is; the only thing to do now is talk to her. you can be civil, at this point you just need to know why. so in a futile attempt to sleep, you rehearse with yourself what you’re going to say to abby tomorrow.

you wake up to bright sun, bam, right there in your eyes. you practically hiss and you turn away from your window, regaining your vision when your senses are flooded with an overwhelming scent of pine… you thought you were having a stroke, so you sit up and take in your surroundings. upon further inspection, and the realization that you’re definitely not having a stroke, you look around your space and low and behold..

there’s abby. hair falling loosely about her shoulders, still in her pajamas, sitting there just as annoying as the sun. you see her and glare, the tone of your morning immediately shifts and you turn away from her the same way you did with the morning light. grumbling something at her about how she needs to leave and how you two would do this later. you thought your point had been made until she grabs your arm and stops you from laying back down.

“look, i seriously can’t do this anymore.” she pulls you hard enough that you’re sitting up again. “i feel so fucking guilty, i don’t think i could even put it into words.” you almost laugh in her face, actually. “can’t do what anymore, abby? walk around and spew nothing but hate for me?” you realize how close she is and you reach out to shove her. putting some distance between the two of you, she opens her mouth to speak again but you interrupt her. “is it the whole lying to manny thing that made the guilt finally kick in, anderson?”

she returns to her spot in the chair on the far side of your room and sits, she chews her cheek while you rub your eyes. “don’t got anything to say now, huh?” she looks at you like she wants you to finish.. so you do. “i told you to go away, abby. we could’ve handled this later.” she stands up and walks over, sitting and occupying the empty space on your mattress next to you.

“i can’t keep living like this. fuck, fuck!” she shouts and stands, wiping her hands on her forehead. “i don’t know how to do this, and you aren't making it any easier.” you are genuinely astonished, in utter disbelief that she’s the angry one and that you’re gonna have to spell this out for her. “how about sorry? maybe go tell manny yourself that you are a fucking liar?!”

in that very moment, smoke might as well of blown out of her ears like a damn cartoon, “yeah. a liar.” she huffs and sits again. “lied to manny, lied about wanting you to keep my name out of your mouth.. lied about hating you.”

your jaw dropped, mouth literally hanging open as she continues, “i don’t know why, there’s no excuse. i am so fucking sorry.” she moves closer to you and puts her hand on your arm, gentler this time. “i haven’t said this to anyone in years, but i think i love you.” gazing down to her hand on you, then back up to her eyes you swallow the lump sitting in your throat. you don’t know what to say.

“abby, i,” you sigh and chew your lip, “i wish i knew what to say, this is all-” and then her hand moves up, silencing you when her thumb swipes over the expanse of your lips and then rests at the corner of your mouth. she leans into you and offers you two more words, “don’t talk..” then closes the gap between you two.

your lips are like heaven, everything she could have ever wanted. every night when she would fall asleep dreaming of them, this is it and more. she feels like she is fucking floating. she doesn't know what to do with her hands; they tangle in your hair, slide and touch your arms and then come up to cup your cheeks while she pushes into you impossibly further.

she breaks the kiss every now and then to mutter an “i’m sorry.. m’so so sorry, baby.” pulling away completely to admire you. she’s panting so heavily as she goes to pull your tank top up and off, immediately ducking down to take a nipple into her mouth. the cool air of your room hits you, head rolling back and around when you peer down at her, she locks eyes with you. pulling off you with a pop, she comes back up to kiss you again. except this time, its not a makeout, just short desperate pecks all over your face while she hurries to get your shorts off of you.

you help her out and shimmy out of them, completely bare, you fall back on your elbows and spread your legs for her. she lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, chuckling as she whispers, “goddamn foolish to deny myself of this..” bringing her middle and ring finger to rub circles around you.

she moves them down and pushes the two into you, twisting and curling them against your walls. you gasp and drop your head again, hands balling up into fists. abby notices your open mouth and kisses you again, pushing her tounge into your mouth and really fucking kisses you. her free hand rolls your nipple and then wraps in your hair, exposing your neck for her to suck and bite. “pussy’s so good..” whispering against your neck, fingers still fucking you while crude sounds bounce and echo off your walls.

she pulls her fingers out and hovers them over your clit. she looks down at your dripping center, wets her lips, and then looks back at you. “may i?” she asks and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste. her eyes knock to the back of her head and she brings her fingers down to rub you some more, “god, please let me, baby”

while you barely manage to moan out a response abby has already wondrously found her way down to your core, latching herself to your clit. she groans into you while your hips instinctively buck into her mouth. as if the sensation of her devouring you wasn't enough, her fingers plunge into you. writhing beneath her, your hands find a home in abby’s hair; and if her head weren’t literally between your legs, you would have stopped to comment on how soft her blonde locks are.

abby continues to fuck you with her fingers when all of the sudden, her mouth is pulling off of your pussy and delving into your lips yet again. the contact has you whimpering and an unfamiliar heat sizzles in your lower belly. you pull away from the kiss in attempts to speak, but to no avail as she simply just follows you back and keeps kissing you. “don’t run from it, baby.. don’t run from me.” she pulls away from your face and drives her fingers into you, fast and mean and determined.

your breathing quickens and you’re suddenly so much more aware of the way she's leaning over you, the darkness in her eyes, the way she’s heaving as she watches your body react to her touch. you’re close, so, so indescribably close to the edge; just about to explode beneath her when.. knock knock knock!

“abs?! you guys in there?” manny, banging on your door to innocently check the status of you two’s “making up.” abby’s eyes flicker down to yours and her free hand flys to her own lips, pressing a single finger to them, hushing you. “i got this, stay quiet.” she whispers and gives you a peck then clears her throat. “yeah man! we’re all good, just talkin’!” she shouts at him, never once slowing her pace while your orgasm just bubbles within you.

manny laughs, “cool, cool. just wanted to make sure you aren't like.. murdering her or anything.” abby laughs this time, murdering something else for sure, and lets him know you two will be out soon enough. you hear his footsteps trail off, and without a second to think, abby’s kissing you again. you whine against her lips and she coos, practically begging you to cum on her fingers.

“let go, give it to me baby, please.” your legs spasm and she chuckles, bringing her thumb to your clit as you gush onto her fingers. hips circling and following the movements of her thumb while you ride it out, abby watches in amazement. she removes her fingers from you as you come down, and makes quick work of her own bottoms. discarding them on the floor, she grabs one of your legs for leverage and swings one of her own over your torso. positioning her pussy right over your own, she trails a line of kisses down your calf and to your knee. resting her forehead against your leg and huffing when she finally grinds down into you.

your mouth falls agape, and you reach to touch her; any of her. her arms, her hips, her chest. gasping while she bites the meaty part of your calf, you buck into her and she throws her head back at the increased friction.

“such a good girl, y’know that..? so fucking good..” her hips rut back and forth and sweat drips from her forehead and runs down your leg. looking down at where the two of you connect, abby spits on to the both of you and fucks you harder. she’s the one to whine this time, so fucking pent up from living with you for fucking months and not already doing this. guilt starts to grow heavy in her stomach again and she whimpers then kisses your ankle, folding your leg to rest against her shoulder. she looks down at you and cups you face, clit still rubbing against you. “m’sorry.. fuck.” she grips your face harder and her pace quickens, incoherently mumbling out apologies and you feel your second orgasm start to swirl.

you shush at her and move your own hips quicker to keep up, “no, no abby, please..” she throws her head back again and her hands move to grope at your tits, you look up at her with forgiving eyes. nodding, as if to telepathically tell her that it's okay. that you want this and that you forgive her, she nods back and groans as loud as you’ve ever heard. you lightly tap her bicep and bring her back to the moment. whimpering, “gonna cum again, abs, please..”

she breathes and nods her head again, “m’almost there baby, almost..” sniffling, she really pushes down into you and her hips falter just slightly. “want you to cum with me, ‘kay?” she keeps fucking herself against you and you tremble, trying to move with her but you’re too lost in pleasure.

she winces and bucks her hips criminally fast; ushering you, and herself, to finally let go. she pants and sweats above you, her own orgasm crashing into her while you cling to her for dear life. pathetically writhing into her as you begin to unravel yourself. melting back into the bed sheets as she rides the both of you through your highs. her hips begin to slow and she’s kissing up and down your leg again. nudging her nose against your thigh, with a finalizing and triumphant breath.

you slowly creep back into reality and feel abby's weight shift off and away from you, just barely noticing her shimmy her shorts back up. she wobbles out of the room and returns with a damp towel, wiping the two of you down. she lets you lay and rest while she digs in her shorts pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she takes one out and lights it, and then crawls into bed with you.

she tucks you under her arm and wraps your blanket around you both, taking a long drag from her smoke and flicking the ash somewhere to her side. exhaling and turning the cigarette towards you, she slides the filter between your lips and lets you get a good pull.

it stays this way for a while, quiet and still. wrapped up in eachother, you two finish the smoke together and she puts it out right on your concrete floor. she pulls you in even closer and kisses your head. you sigh and close your eyes, saying it back for the first time, “i love you too, abby.”

jeeeeez, editing this was sooo headache-flavored. anyway! happy reading! wish me a decent recovery, and also?? lmk if you guys want a more in-depth story behind my fucked-up toe or pictures for that matter lol!!!

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years

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May I please request some Anakin Skywalker x jedi! reader, she’s from earth and she met Anakin during their padawan years. (y/n) has a different Jedi master, they're always excited to see each other after training. A few years later (y/n) and Anakin went to earth to visit (y/n)’s parents at Christmas. Anakin doesn’t know what Christmas is.

Anakin is very much welcome to her home, (y/n)’s parents treated Anakin like their own. (y/n) and Anakin spent time with one another and got together in the end.

honestly we all know Anakin needs some love and a place to call home. Thank you sm for the request!

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➜ Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

➜ Synopsis: Christmas time was something you treasured greatly. Whether it be the gentle caress of the white wisps snow on the once sullen ground or the warmth of the crackling flames casting winding shadows along the house, it was a time you missed greatly. The holiday had been reduced to a far away memory during your time at the temple and now you presented the council a thinly veiled plea to return to your homeworld of earth to bear witness to the celebration after 15 years. Only this time you will bring a peice your new home to the familiarity of your former life.

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, fluff

➜ Word Count: 2.6k

➜ Notes: I’m abt to hit 100 followers soon and I want to do an event but idk what to do, so pls send some ideas 🫰🏽. Also I’m so sorry for my inactivity last week and this week, I'm just super busy and in all honesty unmotivated asf 😭. Also i got a user name, hehehehe i love it sm, you better like it to >:(

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You remembered your early life on Earth. You remembered playing outside with your friends, coming home caked in mud to be scolded by your mother before she would push you into the shower and help clean you up. You remembered dressing up for Halloween, you remembered watching your favorite channels on nickelodeon and small bits of elementary school. Playing on the swings, talking to your teachers, and getting into petty arguments with classmates. You even remembered when the Jedi had knocked on your door and you agreed to go with them, you remembered the confusion at their words, and how you stood by your mother as they spoke to her.

A Jedi?

Your favorite and most prominent memory's, however, where around Christmas. You always were reminded of them as the year neared winter and the air grew cold. You often found yourself replaying them in your head during this time. The smell of freshly baked cookies every Christmas eve, running around with your cousins as you waited for dinner to be served while your aunts and uncles talked amongst themselves, sipping wine or beer. You remembered willing yourself to sleep, eager to wake up the next morning and see what Santa had left you under the Christmas tree.

It was nearing the middle of December when finally, Anakin convinced you to ask the council about a visit, he had been listening to you talk about the tradition for years and could tell how badly you wanted to go back and experience it all again. The council, although hesitant, agreed and aloud you one other person to take with you for security measures, which you quickly decided would be Anakin since he was your closest and oldest friend in the order.

The two of you were planned to arrive the week of Christmas, and come back the day after, which gave you plenty of time to take part in the festivities and catch up with old friends. Although you wouldn’t have minded one more day. You were very anxious about how this would go; you hadn't spoken to your parents or anyone from your home world since you had been taken, and the anxiety had been eating at you for days.

What if they didn’t recognize you? What if they were angry at you for not reaching out? What if they were scared of you now that you were a true Jedi? What if they had moved on and forgotten you while you had clung to memories of them? The list of things that could go wrong only got longer with each passing moment that you and Anakin raced through hyperspace, and the worry seeped into your force signature.

“I’m sure everything will turn out fine,” Anakin tried to assure you from where he sat next to you in the pilot's seat, but you just shook your head

“I haven't seen any of them in years, I mean so many things could go wrong! Like, what if we bring the war to them!” you exclaimed, a new horror washing over you. It was Anakins turn to shake his head now,

“The council gave us a ship with some of the best cloaking technology in the galaxy, the separatists couldn’t follow us out here if they tried. Besides I highly doubt they will turn their attention to a planet so far out.” You never understood how Anakin seemed to be able to soothe your nerves in a way no one else could. Well, you sort of understood, it was probably the small – massive – crush you had had on him since you were padawans at work.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding at his words, he was right. There was no reason to worry. “No, you're right, I need to get it together,” Anakin chuckled at your words in agreement, beginning to flip switches in the ship.

“Alright were exiting hyperspace, buckle up.” You did as you were told, taking a deep breath as you exited hyper space and your home world came into view.

You had only seen Earth from space once, and that was when you were leaving for the Jedi temple, the Jedi who found you had told you that you were the only force sensitive child from your planet and answering all your questions as you sped away from your home world, watching the planet get smaller and smaller and then disappear as you entered hyperspace. Other than that, though, you had only seen it from the satellite photos that your teacher showed you when you were studying the solar system.

It was a truly a beautiful sight, one that made a feeling of awe and joy wash threw you the minute you caught your first glimpse of it. Anakin glanced at you, a smile curling at his lips at your expression, content to see you so happy.

You were here. You were home.

The rest of the trip was spent in a comfortable silence until you landed, making sure to hide the ship well, despite its cloaking capabilities. Lucky for you, they lived in the country side in a small town, so there was plenty of forest to wedge the ship in between and under. You kept it not far from your parents' house in case the two of you needed to make an emergency escape. You vaguely remembered where your parents lived, you had faint memories of the exterior of the house but didn’t know the actual address. The council had somehow dug up all the quadrantes and such you needed though and supplied you with them, but you were a bit wary of their accuracy.

You and Anakin didn’t exactly have very earth appropriate clothes to change into, so you did get weird looks from the locals while walking through town, especially because you were practically skipping out of delight, but you couldn’t seem care less. The excitement of being back here, back home, after such a long time distracted you from their judgmental eyes and Anakin didn’t think he had ever seen you so happy in his life as he watched you point out yet another area, place, or name that had a story tied to it, nodding as you explained it to him enthusiastically.

The minute you stood in front of the house, you instantly knew that it was the right one, you could feel the two faintly familiar force signatures inside and the beaten down porch and door mat instantly rung a bell of familiarity. You stopped in front of the door, taking a shaky breath and trying to shove all your anxieties down. You looked to Anakin for support, your expression telling him everything he needed to know as he took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze and giving you an encouraging nod. You pursed your lips, your hold on his hand tightening ever so slightly as you brought your other hand to the wood of the door and gave it a firm knock.

Once

Twice

Three times

It took a painfully long moment before you began to hear the padding of footsteps getting closer, and then stop as the door swung open, squealing on its hinges as it opened harshly. Your eyes widened as you looked at her, your mother, for the first time in fifteen years, it felt like a dream. Your breath hitched in your throat, at the sight of her.

“I already told you peo-” she started, but cut herself off at the sight of you. Recognition flashing through her eyes as she looked at you. You didn’t give her time to process that you were actually there, throwing yourself at her, and wrapping your arms around her tightly. Tears filled in both your eyes, and she slid her arms around you.

“Welcome home honey...”

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It had been five days since you’d arrived, now you sat cozied up on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket in front of the lit fireplace and a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hand, enjoying the sight of your family all together once again. You’d already caught up with everyone earlier, introduced yourself to some of the younger cousins that were a relatively new addition to your family and you’d never met before, as well as your oldest cousin's new husband and your new niece. You’d talked to your aunts and uncles, exchanged tight hugs with them and watched as they looked at you in disbelief. It had felt good knowing that they had missed you as much as you had missed them.

You watched as your relatives chattered around you, passing around neatly wrapped and bagged presents as they played white elephant on the floor of the living room. The Christmas tree glowed with colorful lights in the corner of the room, and Anakin chatted happily away with one of your uncles. He’d fit in nicely with your family, being excepted with open arms by everyone. Although it had taken him a minute to warm up to your parents, they both had been patient with him, and you could tell he appreciated it greatly. He especially seemed to appreciate the warmth and hospitality that your mother had shown him, and you hopped it had eased the pain of losing his own, even if it was the smallest of comfort to him, you were glad he knew that he had a home here.

“So,” your mother started, sitting down next to you and pulling the blanket over herself, breaking you out of the trance you were in, “how have the Jedi been treating you these past few years?”

The entire time since you’d arrived, she had been talking about it like you had simply been gone for a year or two in college, not for fifteen years in a boarding school for people with powers. None the less you smiled at her as you answered, the joy of being home had rooted itself deep in your emotions this past week, you weren't sure it would ever leave. Even after you left.

“Well, the best it can treat us in the midst of a galactic war,” you joked. She furrowed her brow at your answer, obviously not amused by your joke, “Of course it’s nothing you have to worry about though,” you added quickly in an attempt to reassure her.

“That doesn’t sound ver-” she started, a deep frown on her face, but she was quickly cut off by Anakin who had seemingly appeared out of thin air behind you and clasped his hands onto your shoulders, sending you a wink which made your face heat up as he spoke,

“I wouldn’t worry too much about this girl, she knows what she's doing on the field and with a saber.” Your mother, however, didn’t seem very reassured at his words. “Besides,” he continued, “I’ve got her back.”

She looked at you, a raised eyebrow and motherly judgment painted on her face as if to silently ask ‘just friends?’ for the millionth time that week. You answered with a role of your eyes and a weak glare. She just chuckled, getting up from her spot on the couch, a smile on her face to replace the look of worry that had previously been there as she looked at Anakin.

“Well, I’m sure she’s in good hands then,” she said pausing as she caught Anakin glancing at you, and a small smirk tugged at her lips, “I’ll give you two some space.” Then she turned, walking out to the dining room were your uncles and aunts sat with glasses of wine and an endless list of topics for conversation.

“Have you packed yet?” Anakin asked as he took the spot next to you, and you sighed at his words, leaning into him ever so slightly, chasing his warmth.

“No...” you replied, without looking at him and continuing to watch the game of white elephant that was beginning to come to a close. Anakin hummed at your words,

“You probably should tonight, we leave at noon tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I probably should.” Your hold on your cup of coco tightened, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Anakin, and neither did the gentle sadness that began to roll of you in waves at the talk of leaving. He understood what it was like all too well, and he didn’t want to be the reason you spent the last of a very enjoyable night in sadness, so he cleared his throat and got up, extending a hand out to you.

“Why don’t we take a short walk?” he suggested, and you nodded taking his hand and letting him help you up. Throwing on a coat, you told your mom that you and Anakin were going to step out for a minute, and you’d be right back.

Shutting the door behind you as you followed him out, you told him, “I don’t want to think about leaving right now,” he nodded in understanding.

“Then we don’t have to talk about it.” You didn’t let go of his hand as you walked down the drive way and off the property to begin on your route around the block. At that moment he was like your anchor, keeping you grounded in the moment, and bringing you back to reality. Reminding you that right now you were still on Earth, that for now the Jedi, the war, the Sith, all of it, didn’t exist. For now, all that existed was you and him, here, in this moment. Neither of you would have had it any other way.

Soon the two of you found yourselves at the park, laying side by side in the fields of grass and staring up at the sky, fingers still threaded together. Anakin was the one to break the silence,

“y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted and you sucked in a sharp breath at his confession. There was a long pause of silence were the air seemed to become thick as butter, and everything seemed to stop. All of a sudden you were back at the temple, seeing him for the first time. Your heart was racing at every word he spoke or glance your way, and you were stuttering and tripping over your words while your cheeks flamed a deep red as you tried to talk to him.

You could feel Anakins nerves as he waited for a response from you, while you contemplated your answers. These feelings were against the code, and admitting them would be your final act of treason. You weren't sure you cared at the moment though. Anakin was already looking at you when you turned to him and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was sudden and unexpected, and you could tell he hadn't been prepared for it by the way he froze, every muscle in his body tensing and you couldn’t see it but his eyes were wide in shock as well. But after a moment, his heart beat slowed back to a normal pace and his eyes slipped shut and he relaxed into you, kissing you back, his lips molding against yours in an endless flurry of kisses, each more passionate then the last. His lips were soft and you could taste the lingering sweetness of desert on them as you kissed him.

He was the one to pull away, making you whine quietly and lean forward, chasing his lips. He chuckled at the sound of displeasure you let out, a signature smirk tugging at his lips which made you roll your eyes at and push yourself up.

“Common,” you said, reaching a hand down to him, “we should start getting home.” He took your hand graciously, letting you help him to his feet as he agreed with you.

“Yeah, we should.”

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foliejpg · 20 days

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oh yippie more asks:D

i have a lot :3

🍓🌵🥑🥤🌻🧃🧸🪐🍬🦷❄️🌿🏜️🍦🌸🎨🧩

you dont have to answer all of them but here you gooo

oh hell yes this is gonna be so fun <3

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i don't remember specifically how, but i know i first interacted with shipping on youtube in like 2007-08 back when you could comment on people's profiles and message other users, so i think i must have commented on some like.. pokeshipping amv and just struck up a convo before i followed some friends i made to ff.net and deviantart, and started writing on ff.net lol

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

so i don't use spotify, i'm an apple music girlie and i really only listen to my own playlist i made that is composed of all of my top 100 songs of the year going back to 2015 LMAO

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@actuallyalaska she got me

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

every writer i tagged yesterday!! all of whom take part of the @bandomthememonths go read all these great fics by these awesome writers<333

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@judasisgayriot your gifs are a godsend and i always love getting a comment from them <3

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

my name is short for guinevere lol

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

so i'm sort of picky abt my dash lol i try to stick to foblr so if you post mostly fob then i'll prob follow! i do a good scroll through to get the vibe, but if they post a lot of non fob stuff, i usually skip bc its just not for me but no hard feelings ever<3

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

well i just bought a new (refurbished) computer for the first time in a few years, so that's exciting! i've recently started making embroidery patches and that's been a lot of fun lol idk i've just been having a good time<3 i'm doing a lot of home renovation projects so i'm excited to have a brand new kitchen soon lmao

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

not a fandom character but as far as bandom goes, i don't really care for mcr and maybe that just has everything to do with that i'm really not familiar with lore/band mbrs etc., but danger days is the only mcr album i really connected with especially when i was 16-17 and its still one of my favorite albums, but i'm good on their other albums lol

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

just be kind<3 ik that's super cheesy but i think its easy to forget that other ppl have feelings too and maybe just being nice to someone will make their day. also don't ever pay full price for anything if you can avoid it. generic brands are just as good as name brands

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

i have.. no idea honestly lmao

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

listen when i figure it out, i'll let you know lol when i'm stuck i eat an edible and stare at the wall until something comes to me

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

ANY AND ALL!!!! especially when they tell me a specific part they liked - even if its just a line makes my heart go bu-bump<3

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

genuinely i can't think of a character i hate, i really don't watch anything but like. seinfeld and its always sunny in philadelphia lmfao

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

this is my cat bear<3 she's ten years old and sleeps in a drawer in my desk while i work

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

here and here and here and this nsfw fanart from my bubbline au these are all my absolute favorites <3

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

i answered this here but its super long so<3

#ask #anon #tag game

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cassidyyswift · 2 years

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stuck with you || eddie x fem!reader

Summary - Eddie's in hiding while being chased down by the whole basketball team and the group proposes that someone stays with him. Nobody else wants to stay, so they volunteer you. No way you're staying with Eddie "The Freak" Munson alone. You finally give up and just stay, and you finally realize maybe he isn't as bad as you thought.

Word Count - 1.2k

A/N - definitely some sort of angst in this one, thinking enemies to lovers fluff? anyway this is my 2nd time writing and I think it might be better? still not sure!

Warnings?? - anxiety (from reader), enemies to lovers, angst?? idk!

"We've got groceries!" Dustin sings, as we all file in and see Eddie coming out from under the tarp. "Thanks you guys really, I don't know how i'd be surviving out here without this honey comb cereal and a yoohoo. Truly." he replies, snarkily, but still graciously taking the food. "We think that someone should stay here with you." Dustin says. "Yeah like as a safety precaution." Robin adds, "But who wants to stay?" The whole room goes quiet. Everyone in the group turns to me standing in the back. "No. No way. I'm not staying here with Eddie "The Freak" Munson, are you kidding me?" They must be crazy. "You know y/n," Eddie says, getting out of the boat, "i might sell drugs occasionally and play a fantasy game for fun, but that doesn't mean i'm a freak like everyone says." He winks at me, as if that meant something else. "You know I really don't care who you are or what you are but there's no way i'm staying here-in this boathouse, with you- alone." I reply. Everyone still seems to be glancing at me, as if they are set on me staying here. "You know what? Fine. I'll stay. But you-" i begin, pointing at Eddie, "stay away from me." i finish "anything for you darling-" the nickname made my stomach flutter. Why is Eddie Munson making my stomach flutter? He isn't, it's just nerves. It has to be. "She's feisty isn't she?" He whispers to Steve, winking and hitting him in the chest slightly. He's not that good of a whisperer considering I heard him from the whole other side of the room. I'm so wonderfully excited for my next few days-or weeks-spent in a boathouse with Eddie Munson. Woohoo.

The party leaves and the realization sinks in. I've barely ever been this close to him before alone and he's on the whole other side of the boathouse. I look at him, his face glowing in the moonlight, and he's actually quite pretty. He catches my glare and I look away quickly. "Do I have something on my face?" he asks and I whip my head around "What?" I reply. "I was asking if I had something on my face, it seemed like you were looking at me a lot for some reason." Oh god, he noticed. "I was just looking at how dirty you look that's all, you really need a shower to be honest." he starts to walk over at me. "That's why you were smiling too?" he laughs, and my breath catches in my throat. His laugh. "No, I was smiling because you look funny." I reply, trying play it off. "You don't have to act like you hate me you know." he says, basically standing right in front of me. "I'm not pretending, it's totally real because I 100% do hate you." i say, sticking my tongue out making it a joke. "You stole my signature move!" he says laughing and sticking his tongue out, copying me. I laugh and the second I do I regret it, he looks at me with such joy but I feel wrong. I don't want to be cracking jokes with Eddie Munson, or do I?

"Well, it's getting pretty late, we can go up to the house to sleep" Eddie says. I nod in agreement and follow him up the path to the house. "Well since there's only one bed, i'll let you take it and i'll take the couch. alright?" he asks me, and I reply, "that's fine with me." I get into bed without saying another word. Every time I close my eyes, it's as if I hear something crawling outside or a low growl. I toss and turn and start to sweat, tears prickling at my eyes. I get up out of bed not being able to control my sobs and decide that my only hope is Eddie. I feel my way to the couch, since the only light I have is the moonlight shining through the windows. "Eddie.." I whisper. I see him open his eyes, and he looks shocked that i'm sitting in front of him right now. "What's wrong?" He see's that i'm crying and immediately sits up. "Nothing I just- I just wanted to ask if you could come sleep with me, I can't be alone right now." I whisper to him and he softens up. "Are you sure you want me to?" he replies. "Yes, please." I whisper, and he follows me into the bed. I go to the right side, and he goes to the left. I lay down with my back facing him, not wanting him to hear my sniffling. A minute or two goes by and I feel him turn toward my back and scoot closer to me. "Are you still awake?" he whispers, with a slight rasp in his voice. "Yeah, I am." I whisper in reply, my back still facing him. I feel him start to cuddle me, with his neck right on mine. "Goodnight sweetheart." He says, and gives me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight Eddie." I say back, and he doesn't move from his position and neither do I.

I wake up to sunlight and birds chirping, and for a second I wondered where I was. I turn over and see Eddie still peacefully sleeping and then it hits me. I totally forgot I asked him to sleep in here with me-what was I thinking? One day he's my enemy and the next day we're sleeping in the same bed? I can't lie, I did enjoy it a lot even though I knew I shouldn't. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. "Goodmorning." eddie says, me totally forgetting I was still watching him sleep. "Goodmorning sleepyhead" I say, laughing at how his hair is all frizzed up from sleeping. He gets up and tries to fix his hair, and I just realize that he's shirtless. I couldn't see anything last night because it was pitch black! "I can make breakfast if you want!" he calls from the kitchen, and i'm already making my way there.

He's not an amazing cook, but it could've been worse. "You know, you're a horrible cook." I laugh, and he busts out laughing. "Yeah, yeah I know. But, hey! I tried!" I can agree there. "You know Munson, it's really not so bad hanging out with you. I really like you- I mean. I really like being here with you." he looks at me and smiles. "You what? Sorry, can you repeat that again?" i let out a huff of air. "Don't get to cocky now, huh?" He looks at me. Doesn't say anything. "What is it?" i ask him, curious for a reply. "You're really beautiful, you know?" he says. I blush, and begin my totally sarcastic reply. "I totally didn't know! Thank you so much for telling me, I truly had no idea!" I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder like a model. He laughs at me and walks over to where i'm sitting. Eddie grabs my face. I almost stop breathing. "Can I kiss you? I mean I really want to but I don't want to if you don't want me to beca-" I interrupt him by smashing my lips into his. He holds my face, and doesn't break the kiss. I laugh and break the kiss just to say, "You know Eddie, you aren't who I thought you'd be. I'm really happy to be stuck with you." He smiles at me and pulls me back in.

#eddie munson st4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #st4 #st4 fic #joseph quinn #eddie my beloved #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fluff #joe quinn

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Hi bestie!! I have a couple questions for you. 1) Do you think we are going to get a season 7 renewal? 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞Waiting for a renewal announcement is always the worst part (such anxiety) followed by waiting the next episode to air. 2)If we do get a season 7 renewal what would like you like to see happen between Chenford? Also other characters on the show?

hello ♡ oooh, great questions! thank u ♡

for your first question, 100%. i don't think it's a matter of if at this point but when. from what's been discussed in the fandom so far, it's likely they're still renegotiating contracts and that's why. i genuinely hope cast and crew get raises because of how the shows popularity has skyrocketed which i would imagine if they do, then that might take a little longer to negotiate? the earliest we've gotten a renewal was end of march (season 5) then mid-april (season 6) with the rest of the announcements being mid-may. i really do think they'll announce s7 within the next few weeks but if not, likely by mid-may we'll get that announcement. it's one of abc's most successful tv's shows currently on air, every episode for season 6 on hulu has placed within the top 15 most watched for the day, every episode since 5x10 has trended on tumblr, and they continue to have a steady social media growth — and this is all aside from actual viewership numbers because idk where to find those or understand them lmao.

for your second question, aksdlfsalf i wanna say so many things??? ngl i got v excited by the question and blanked out a little but i think —

for chenford:

chenford proposal toward the end of season 7. i think if we get a full 22 episodes, having that happen next season would be a good amount of time in between them starting to date to a proposal but if not, at the very least have them move in together.

i will always want to throw hands at vanessa and patrick chen but i need a scene with them meeting tim because i imagine that being a shit show and the angst to come out of it speaks to my soul like can you imagine tim also standing up for lucy like jackson did??? or lucy just being done with them and realizing she is enough because she now knows what it's like to be supported and loved unconditionally?????

i want chenford to baby sit the wopez little ones 😭😭😭 let me set the scene real quick: they're babysitting and jack wants to play hide and seek and begrudgingly tim agrees and when it's lucy and jack's turn to hide, tim finds lucy but they lose jack because imagine how funny this would be as a running gag? like they lost jordy at the station, then they lost celina at the hospital (she was their boot for the day, i'm counting it lol), and then if they lost jack in his house? 😂

DOUBLE DATE, DOUBLE DATE — wait, correction — TRIPLE DATE, TRIPLE DATE! gimme chenford, wopez, and jyla date night. we already saw chenford on a double date not as a couple ... how would it change now that they are one? 😉

lucy going feral over tim being hurt pls and thank u. now that we've gotten 2 hospital scenes with lucy, i say we need to get another one with tim so they're even again haha.

for everyone else:

i want to preface that the timeline is a mess so i don't know what year in school she's in but tamara graduating college and the mid-wildshire gang showing up at her graduation/celebrating her (so really whatever season this happens at).

BABY GIRL WOPEZ NAME???? i saw somewhere that it may be unlikely that we get her name this season??? which is so funny to me but yeah, eventually would love to know what to actually call her if we don't get it by the end of s6.

i know i'm in the small percentage that wants this to happen but i'm still lowkey shipping the besties. i'm a sucker for the friends to lover trope and wouldn't mind having another slow burn to squeal over.

nolan to become an actual good training officer and stop letting his ego get in the way. he's not a good to and i hate how he's been painted as "the best" when he's done it for like five seconds lmao.

IF celina is still in her rookie year, more of celina with tim as her training officer plus lucy. that trio was fun.

MORE LUNA GREY, MORE LUNA GREY!!!!! she's so underrated and i love how she's been popping up a little bit more this season. i hope they keep including her in different plots

i feel like i could go on but it feels like it's starting to become a lengthy list haha. but those are some things that come to mind ♡

#answered #harkeepitreal #the rookie

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greaterspawnislands · 2 years

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(This is the separate ask I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts on how other stream sub groups operate differently it's just so fascinating to me)

YEAH!!! Also it's so very cute to me how supportive and patient he was with Kristen when she was first considering streaming <333

At first she just kinda popped into chat and on stream rarely and he never forced her to stay if she didn't. Over time she just got used to and wanted to interact with chat more! Until she started streaming herself and he's been 100% supportive the entire time. Literal A+ husband material you can tell how much he loves her and its so sweet,,,,

YEAH ok so about the kristin thing at first so recently i've been watching all of phil's s4 videos and i'm getting to the end of 2019 aka they're preparing for their wedding and phil's in the process of getting a visa and it's so :))

i currently have two kristin stream vods in my watch later (bc i've been busy) and im so excited to get to themm it's been awesome to see kristin get more confident in streaming bc she is so funny!! i really love tuning into her streams they are such nice spaces :) also i miss parents sdv i hope they play again

ANYWAYS ok so my ramblings about phil's community is just. hold on i need to put this under cut because the more i write out the more it feels like inane bullshit but whatever we're here now

i feel like out of all of the streamers who have grown their communities in the boom of 2020/dsmp era phil's has been the most interesting to me. obviously biased here bc this is my community but ok. I'm not going to say that phil's fanbase is "the best" because that's obviously a subjective take but i think part of what makes it stand out to me is that it skews significantly older than any of the other streamers fanbases. routinely, we've heard from donos that there are teachers or people with full jobs who are donating to phil's streams. now, obviously we've heard plenty from high school age and younger, but for the most part those people tend to be sbi fans, or crimeboys fans who also enjoy phil - totally valid, etc, but they're not who i'm talking about.

the people who main phil tend to be older, which shapes a pretty different community that has a much less active presence on places like twitter. Those who are on twitter tend to not have nearly as much of a drive for clout as other subtwts - obviously there are exceptions, there always are, im trying not to speak as a total generalization - but i can't think of too many c!phil mains with thousands upon thousands of followers compared to other subtwts. And i think that again mostly comes down to like . it's just an older fanbase so they don't care abt that stuff as much.

oh and also! early gang as a central hub for most people who main phil i think helps a lot because, similar to tumblr, no character limit directly correlates to like. more critical thinking being used and less automatic aggression towards other people in the way twitter pushes to the forefront of every interaction. so as a whole the community comes across as far more chill than other subtwts/etc bc they aren't using twitter as their primary hub of communication

but i also think phil has had a direct impact on how his fans act on twitter regardless of age. the example that immediately comes to mind is when uh. ok. so idk if u were on twitter at all circa late 2020-early 2021, but subtwt selfie days were Alllll the rage back then, there was basically one or multiple every single day of the month for various ccs and duos/groups/etc. and i remember when it started popping off, phil got asked about it on stream and he very seriously talked about how he wasn't comfortable having a selfie day tagged after him, because he didn't like the fact that so many people, many who were high school age/teenagers, were putting their face on the internet for literally anyone to look at. i think he was the only cc who really spoke out about the ramifications of having your face online like that, and i know for me it was the first time i took a step back and went "yeah wait this is kind of fucking weird". it obviously didn't stop the selfie days for any other ccs, or the sbi selfie day, but his fans listened, and there was no phil selfie day ever again, and i think it's that kind of communication between phil and his audience that sort of helped develop his community in that direction, being mindful of internet bullshit and all that jazz. it's that kind of way he looks out for fans and the like that makes me really appreciate him and his community all the more. i just really like telling that bit of his history bc it was important to me in that time

again i don't know if this makes . too much sense. i sort of just started rambling and didn't stop to think if i was making any real points. this is all just to say that i love early gang, love philza, loveposting hours are so real i love this old man

#speaking #philza #thebleedingeffect #ask

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sof-writes · 2 years

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top / bottom / switch in itzy

Anonymous asked: who is a top and who is a bottom in Itzy? + maybe switches?

a/n: this was harder than I thought. also, my brain was greatly corrupted by the bratty!yuna ask I received yesterday.

yeji

not gonna lie, yeji was the hardest to categorise. I concluded on massive switch depending on her mood / who she’s with. on some days she wants you to handle her as your obedient needy princess, while on other days (after the members got on her nerves during dance practice) she wants to get rid of her frustrations by giving it to you so good with her strap. for me this would be the duality of hwang yeji.

jisu

the secret switch. like I know this girl gives off major pillow princess vibes. probably wants you to make her cum over and over again until her eyes start tearing up. a little bit bratty at times? secretly though… I feel like she could turn into a bit of a dom (nothing too extreme) every now and then, kinda shuffling the cards in your relationship again. idk there’s just some things I see miss choi jisu being into…

ryujin

okay so I know most people categorise ryu as a 100% top but I personally am not on that agenda. a heavily top-leaning switch. don’t send me hate comments, just hear me out! while yes, she likes to brag about how good she is, how she could make any girl cum in a matter of minutes (and how you could never take her strap, almost challenging you) she does enjoy being on the receiving end every now and then. girlie needs some love too you know. it’d take her a while to admit it, but she enjoys being under you and being showered with compliments occasionally. veeery occasionally. even in that position, she'd still jokingly act cocky though.

chaeryeong

a bottom that knows how to give. I imagine chaeryeong as someone who prefers passionate sex and wants you to take the lead. you can spice it up with simple things like blindfolds, toys, a pair of cute handcuffs. introducing new things makes her kinda shy but oh so excited. gets needy in the cutest way. loves being praised. even though she might act all cute receiving praise, it'll boost her confidence. BUT then again such a full-on bottom that she may or may not be into slight degradation? mixed feelings, thinking thoughts…

yuna

after receiving that one ask yesterday, I can only see her as a bratty bottom. the type that acts all brave and gets on your nerves in situations when you can’t act on it anyway. likes to be handled a little bit harder every now and then, so she intentionally does everything but following your orders. sarcastically scoffs when you order her to beg just to get a reaction out of you. would flirt with others while you’re around to get fucked hard later that night kinda girl.

#itzy smut #itzy headcanons #yeji smut #yuna smut #ryujin smut #lia smut #chaeryeong smut #requested

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greatprotector-if · 10 months

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Hii, I want to make if game but I'm kinda slow writer. Also I have never written so many words like other authors and it's a bit paralyzing. Do you have any advice how to deal with it?

anon i am so sorry this is 100% just rambling. the TLDR; my advice to you is this: comparison is the thief of joy. i know it's hard not to compare yourself to others, it's a super natural instinct for most of us, but seriously, as long as you're doing the best that you can, it doesn't matter how much or how little everyone else is doing. try changing your scenery! write in a different location! write using different materials! don't even bother with proper grammar and punctuation or whether things sound good or make sense for your rough draft. just write. Don't go back and fix things. and it might suck and you might just end up having to rewrite the entire thing in the end but at least now you know what not to do! and i am wishing you the absolute best in all your if writing endeavours <3

i'm fr just a guy so i'm so sorry if this advice is shit. i'm not a professional. idk if you came to me just because you saw the "slow writer" in the intro post and you saw a kindred spirit, but just in case you are not aware.... i am such a slow writer and i'll be so honest when i started tgp by far the longest thing i'd written was 11k words and it took like... 10 months to finish. usually the stuff i wrote was 500 words in Total and i was also the type of fanfic writer on wattpad who'd post three chapters and then never touch the book ever again

so, not a great foundation for a game that requires this level of commitment, and i knew that!! but i dunno i was so excited about the idea and the characters and i felt like i needed to share it with the world so i just went fuck it and started. when i first got that intro post up i had nothing but a handful of characters, a vague idea and a dream.......

basically what i'm trying to say is. I get it.

and my advice to you is: just do it LOL just write your if game!!!

it will be scary and impostor syndrome is SUCH A BITCH. you will encounter authors who will write like 100k words in the time it takes you to write 5k and THAT IS OKAY. I FEEL THIS EVERY DAY. BUT YOUR WORTH IS NOT BASED ON HOW MANY WORDS YOU CAN WRITE IN AN HOUR, SO TRY YOUR BEST NOT TO BE TOO HARSH ON YOURSELF. COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY. if your best one day is 15 words and they aren't even good words? that's fine. at least you're getting something down. you are doing the best you can in that moment, and that's what's most important!!!

ALSO WRITE WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE. you cannot appeal to everyone. there will be people who simply will not enjoy your game and you know.. we ball anyway because there will also be people who LOVE YOUR GAME JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, IF NOT MORE. i find that a lot of the time i'm stuck because i'm so worried about catering to my audience, and while it's okay to be conscious of these things, don't let it paralyze you. do not make your story about a bunch of bullshit you don't care about just because it's popular or something or you will just Never progress because you don't care about writing it. those days i shit out 1k (WHICH IS A LOT FOR ME IN ONE DAY) are because i'm like JUMPING OFF THE WALLS EXCITED ABOUT WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT. WHO CARES IF WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IS CRINGE (cringe culture is dead anyway) OR SUPER NICHE OR WON'T GET YOU A MILLION FOLLOWERS IMMEDIATELY. i mean don't get me wrong validation feels so good i'm a bit of an attention whore myself but also you deserve to create things that make you feel good, and this is what sustains a long-term project. You know? You feel me? You pickin up what i'm putting down? plus there will always be other people who vibe with your story, no matter how much you think you're the only one it appeals to.

but just in case you aren't just here for incoherent moral support, i would highly recommend straying away from plain old google docs or whatever it is that you usually use to write and trying new things! pen and paper??? pen and Cardboard box (this one works really well for me for my art block for some reason LMAO)??? write while sitting on the stairs instead of at your desk??? stimuwrite 2.0 (i cannot recommend this enough the bubble wrap sounds are sooo good)???

also. remember that rough drafts are just that: Rough Drafts. just write!!! maybe it'll turn out great, but maybe it'll be complete shit. maybe it'll make you want to throw up just reading it back. DON'T DELETE IT AND WORRY ABOUT HOW TO MAKE IT SOUND BETTER. I DONT CARE IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY USED THE WORD "JUST" 3 TIMES IN 1 SENTENCE. AS LONG AS YOU GOT THE MESSAGE ACROSS ENOUGH FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND IT YOU'RE GOOD TO GO.

ok sorry i am mildly sleep deprived at the time of writing this i'm so sorry if i literally just didn't answer any kf your questions at any point in here. i have no idea what i'm doing i just roll with the punches!!!!!!

#answered asks #anon #I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR IF GAME ANON #IT WILL BE AMAZING

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Random thoughts I had during my fifth viewing of the cinematic masterpiece "Cocktail" (1988)

Well... more like my 5 2/3 viewing bc I got like 2/3 through it and then my mom was like "why didn't you tell me you were gonna watch it, I would have wanted to watch it too" so I lied about how far I was through it "there's still a lot left we can start it over" and I watched the same movie almost twice in a row in the span of a few hours :)

"Wild Again" by Starship is one of the only good songs tbh, although "Addicted to Love" and "When Will I Be Loved" are also pretty alright. But the soundtrack is lowkey horrendous imo

I stand by my previous standalone post- no one has ever been that excited to get on a fkin Greyhound bus

Benefit of the bus, however- the scene with him and the baby; I feel like Tom just vibes really well w kids because he's such a smiley, fun, and chaotic lil guy and gREAT now I have baby fever again thx 💖

Oh the blatant plot exposition about his parents that they beat us over the head with oh-so-subtly

Oh the foreshadowing throughout that is even less subtle

One of my favorite quotes in any movie, bc it makes me feel better about my life being in disarray and not knowing what to do about it, I guess, is the “Most things in life, good and bad, just kinda happen to ya.”

Tom's still got his high little baby voice 😩

Even as a college graduate, the interviewing scene hits way too hard 🥲😩

Someone needs to acknowledge that the Red Eye looks like the most disgusting thing

Wish the dress shirt and tie fit had been featured more because it does things to me, but the scenes contrasting his first and second shift at the bar are when I first developed TC brain rot and fell in love w that lil goofball

I can’t judge the girl giving him the "fuck me eyes" bc have you seen him, plus she’s showing restraint compared to what I would do tbh

The adult learners usually drove me nuts in my classes (which I know is terrible but shhhhh) but I felt so bad for Sheila Rivkin

This professor really thinks he’s doing standup comedy or smth

Honey don’t put your face on the subway stairs that's arguably more disgusting than a Red Eye

The timeline of this movie is pretty hard to follow tbh; much as I adore it, you never know every time a scene changes whether it's been two days or like 3 months

What the actual fuck was the whole yuppie poet thing about- it's like when I used to watch those 60s Frankie and Annette movies where the weirdest shit would just happen for no reason and I felt like there was some social commentary or inside joke or smth that was just going way over my head that, if I had existed in that time, would have just been like "oh yeah that makes total sense"

The amount of raw sexual energy that this man exudes- I remember someone's post from a while back that was like "why is Cocktail like a 'mom' movie that all the moms are still obsessed with" but just like imagine if you saw this in theaters when it first came out

The only man allowed to wear beach shirts and look sexy, change my mind

I've always thought Elisabeth Shue is so incredibly underappreciated as an actress, smth about her line delivery and expressions just seems very genuine and naturalistic idk

She just orders “a beer” WHAT KIND???

So scary tbh how much he was becoming like Doug even being apart from him for a while

The side eye and shade Jordan gives Doug in this scene cracks me up every time without fail

The reggae singer absolutely popping tf off in his silver lamé suit ✨

Brian and Jordan both pulling the “I’m not like other girls” lmao

Sure she’s lowkey a manic pixie dream girl but I still love her

WATCH THE ROAD WHILE U DRIVIN THE CAR BRIAN 😤

If this movie was remade in modern times (God forbid) Brian would 100% be one of those guys with a hustle culture boss up motivational entrepreneur Instagram account. And Doug would perhaps be one of those cringy creepy pickup artists that talks about low-value women and compares them to horses and thinks he can mind-trick them into falling madly in love w him

If someone was waking me up early every morning to drink carrot juice I would commit crimes

The artist guy who made that exhibit looks like the oiliest man I’ve ever seen

Jordan’s dad says “bartender” like it’s a slur

When Brian tears up the check it always makes my lil heart just 💗💫🥺 the character evolution

Why did I only have this thought on my like fifth viewing of this movie, but I wonder if he hadn’t escorted Kerry back to her apartment if he would have gotten back in time to save Doug, and then who knows what would’ve happened bc then he wouldn’t have felt compelled to tell Jordan how much he really loved her and ask Pat for help and all that

WHEN HE FIGHTS EVERYONE OFF TO GET TO JORDAN what can I say, I'm a sucker for grand and melodramatic romantic gestures and proclamations of love

The teasing and singing along at the wedding is getting a little too real guys stop making this awkward 👀😬

I don’t care how unrealistic the end is, and that in real life they would have 100% soon gotten divorced, bc I want to believe that people can change and that all of the tribulation was worth it + enough for Brian to become a good dad/husband and successful but with it not being above and at the expense of his family; he would be such a fun and chaotic dad and their life would be so hectic w twins but I want to believe they could do it :( it comforts my cynical and depression-addled brain to believe they could do it :(

#cocktail #cocktail 1988 #tom cruise #elisabeth shue #80s #80s films #80s movies #movie review #movie ramblings

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Hey bud, just checking in. Still worried about the stuff in your big post the other day? Or was it more of a "don't believe the things you think about your life after 9pm" situation?

heya! thank u so much for checking in <3 im okay, kind of had the same thing happen after i saw the closing night on broadway (my poor mum had to deal with me bursting into tears at random times through the next 2 days we were in new york after the show). I chatted with Bunny and felt better afterwards, i just woke up at like 4am and became absolutely overwhelmed with dread about the fandom fizzling out... 100% one of those "don't believe the things you think about your life after 9pm" situations, for sure. (it didnt help that i then got up, had a huge crick in my neck and then had a shit day at work that culminated in me crying and getting hugs from the nurses at my work twice but that did take my mind off the fandom dread slightly!)

i have been thinking for a while that i'd take a crack at writing some original fiction once i get the dead should stay dead out of my system (would probably still write little silly oneshots/smutty fics for fun, but maybe not too much more in the way of longform fics for a bit, idk, ive got super limited free time what with work and exams etc) but for some reason that morning i was fixated on the idea that everyone was going to leave the fandom and was especially scared that the fandom might die and then i'd never have the drive to finish the dead should stay dead and i really really want to see this fic through because im proud of it and am super excited to see how people like the rest of what ive got planned.

it's silly, and Bunny talked me down a little (pointing out that fics really are forever and a fandom is never entirely dead, even if people drift away, there's every chance the fandom could pick up again at some point in the future and the fics might be rediscovered). also I went out and spent the day with some friends who Get It (my husband is very understanding but he isnt the anxious type or the fandomy type so he didn't really understand my half asleep rambles lol). my friend also shut my worries down like 'bro im part of the les mis fandom that book is centuries old'. also maybe seeing friends and being social helped

so yeah, thank u so much for checking up on me, i really should have followed up that post but ive been kinda sleep deprived! i hope you're well (: xxx

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100 followers event

There was an anon that requested Brandy trying and failing to catch an invasive species for the shenanigans. Tumblr ate that anon (idk how it was just suddenly gone??) but I think I got the gist of it.

Tagtree Thicket always looked best, in Brandy’s opinion, on overcast days. It was a forest that housed mostly dark, poison, and ghost pokemon. Direct sunlight just didn’t fit the moody vibe that its inhabitants preferred. Overcast days, however, gave the thick canopy a chance to really blanket the forest in a perfect, sullen darkness. It was easy to see how much the pokemon residents of the forest preferred this - they skulked around with much more pizazz on days where the sun left them alone. So she was thrilled to find that the day she was to guide a team of researchers through the forest the sky was blanketed in clouds. She always preferred to show off the forest’s best side when company was coming over.

Which was part of the reason Brandy was trying to be extra thorough in her patrol that day. Sure, two of her team members at the ranger base had already completed their rounds of the thicket, but if we’re all being honest here they just weren’t as good at it as Brandy was. It wasn’t their fault, neither of them had more than a year of experience under their belt. But Brandy would be damned if she let herself get embarrassed because a couple of newbies couldn’t remember fletchling did not belong in her forest.

Besides, she just had a better system when it came to patrol. Her and Michael would split up, with one walking in a spiral towards the centre of the forest and the other walking in a spiral outwards. This way they were able to pretty thoroughly check every nook and cranny. And, as it turned out about a half hour into Brandy’s spiral, they were correct to have not entirely trusted her team. An excited yipping from Michael informed her that there was something that needed her attention, using a tone she recognized as standing for ‘this is non urgent’.

When she located her partner pokemon he was still yipping, circling around the base of a tree and excitedly looking up at something in the branches. Brandy followed his gaze and had to resist the urge to squeal in delight.

Glaring down at her and looking like the very image of cranky arrogance, was an itty bitty baby vullaby. It was, in Brandy’s eyes, the cutest baby pokemon on the planet. She couldn’t stop herself from flapping her fists around in delight, just for a quick moment. This was, of course a pokemon that was very, incredibly, extremely not native to Tagtree Thicket. Or Paldea as a whole. But really, that just gave Brandy an excuse to buddy up to the little bird so she could escort it out of her forest.

“Hey there, sweet little baby dough ball.” Brandy crooned, slowly approaching the tree in an attempt to climb up to the baby bird without frightening it away. “Poor little thing. You’re not supposed to be in a forest at all. You must be so scared. Did your mean ol’ trainer let you wander off?”

Brandy started slowly climbing up the tree towards the vullaby, crooning the entire time in the hopes of keeping it calm. They climbed the tree with swift confidence, and even at their slow pace Brandy was able to reach the branch the vullaby was occupying rather quickly. As they put their foot down on the vullaby’s tree branch however, the small bird gave an indignant squawk and hopped a little further away.

“Hey, hey. Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m gonna get you out of this scary tree and we’re gonna be friends, okay?” Brandy’s typical method for using her capture styler on wild pokemon who were feeling a little antsy was to launch the disk and then just hold it at her feet or in her hand for a second to give the pokemon a chance to get used to the sight and sound. They found that an anxious pokemon that had a weird, whirring disk suddenly launched at them were a lot more likely to startle and either run or attack than one who was given a second to look at the capture disk.

This method did not work for vullaby. The moment the disk was launched from Brandy’s styler the bird gave what could only be described as a ‘battle squawk’ and proceeded to jump up and ground pound the tree branch they were both on, super mario style. The branch, of course, immediately broke and sent the both of them tumbling towards the ground.

“Ow, fuck, are you fucking kidding me?” Brandy hit the ground hard, managing to roll to disperse most of the impact. The vullaby hit the ground not far from Brandy, and was immediately toddling off and away from them and Michael with startling speed. “Oh goddam- Michael, track!”

Michael tore off in hot pursuit of the waddling baby bird, yipping and howling to communicate his location to Brandy as he ran. Brandy got up, brushed themselves off, and then took off after the commotion.

It didn’t take the two of them long to corner the baby bird again. It was fast, but it was still just a tiny baby bird. This time Brandy didn’t waste any time in whipping out their styler to start drawing loops around the vullaby. Surely it wouldn’t take too many circles to complete the capture, Brandy couldn’t imagine it would be more than five and then she could-

“SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Rather than launching an attack that Brandy could easily dodge, the vullaby opted instead for screaming at the top of its apparently very powerful longs. It was so loud and so sudden that Brandy instinctively covered their ears, which interrupted the capture.

The vullaby immediately took the opportunity to run again. However, she had to run right by Brandy to escape. And Brandy’s reflexes were nothing to sneeze at.

“Gotcha, ya little punk.” Brandy snatched the baby by its little skull diaper. The vullaby kicked her little legs furiously. “Yeah, I know, this is really so mean of me. But ya can’t - eugh!”

Brandy jumped backwards, shooting her arms out to hold the vullaby as far away from herself as possible. She was forcibly reminded of an excerpt from an article she had read on mandibuzz a while back;

‘Their method of self-defense is to vomit their food, which they can send sailing 10 feet. If a mandibuzz is disturbed or harassed, it will throw up on the pokemon who is bothering it. Even the baby vullabies will vomit on other pokemon. Though these behaviors might distress people, they serve the mandibuzz line well. Vullaby vomit is an effective predator repellent.’

It became immediately apparent why this method of defense was so effective. Every instinct in Brandy’s body was screaming at her to drop the disgusting baby bird as fast as possible, and maybe even punt it away for good measure. But she had guests coming to the forest. Scientific guests, who would be able to tell immediately that this vullaby was wildly invasive to the forest that Brandy was responsible for. And so with a righteousness that would make arceus themself tremble, Brandy held on to the disgusting, wriggling vullaby.

Eventually, blessedly, the vullaby stilled. It glared at Brandy. Brandy glared back. Like hell was she gonna let this stupid idiot baby beat her in a staring contest. Brandy would stand there all day if they needed-

The stupid idiot baby blinked first. Probably because the stupid idiot baby wasn’t aware that it was in a staring contest, but Brandy took it as a surrender nonetheless.

“You are an evil little bastard bird, and you ruined my uniform.” Brandy informed the vullaby. She took a deep breath, which she immediately regretted. The smell from vullaby’s onslaught was going to linger, it seemed. “But you are an adorable evil little bastard. C’mon, stinky baby. Let’s get you back to the base.”

Brandy, Michael, and the vullaby made their way through the forest. Vullaby spend the entire time squawking away, though Brandy liked to imagine the vullaby was making conversation and not cussing Brandy out. Brandy was wrong about this, but it was still a nice thought.

When they finally reached the base they found a team of strangers - the researchers, Brandy assumed - talking excitedly with Brandy’s base leader, Joel.

“Hey, hey. Anyone lose a vullaby?”Brandy called out to them, mentally wincing at the fact that she wouldn’t have a chance to at least change her shirt before taking the group out.

The group looked over at Brandy’s shout. One of the researchers, a lady in a skirt that was not at all well suited to a day in the outdoors, immediately began checking her pokeballs.

“Oh, my sweet baby Chanel! Oh, you are such a little prankster, when did you leave your pokeball? Silly little baby, come here.”

Brandy walked the baby vullaby, Chanel, over to the woman. She handed the bird over, mustering a smile that she hoped was charming enough to distract from her vomit-covered shirt. “She’s quite the little runner. You know you should definitely try to keep an eye on her, at this age they can really-”

The moment that Chanel was out of Brandy’s hands and back with the woman, it gave another ‘battle squawk’. And with a swift bite to the woman’s hand and a strategic wiggle, she was once again free. Brandy could not hold back the dirty look she shot to the researcher as Chanel once again disappeared into the treeline.

#100 Followers event #this was the last request yayyy #you guys still like me even though it took me ages to get these all out don't worry #ooc post #vomit cw

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