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onefey · 10 months
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gwen stacy could literally be wearing three seperate trans pins and a patch that says "trans and proud" in the next movie and ppl would still be like Um Actually She Could Just Be A Cis Ally 🙄🙄 You're Obviously Projecting You Trans People Just Want To Make Everything About Yourself
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ceruleancattail · 1 year
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Would you write a fluff Jamil Viper request where Jamil’s feelings for the reader/Ramshackle prefect come to light when he stops Floyd from squeezing her when she visits them at basketball practice?
Would I? Would I????
There’s always time for Jamil- and this idea is soooo cute!!!! I had so much fun writing for this ask! Thank you~
Confessions
Jamil viper x reader
The soundtrack of the basketball club is comforting, at least to Jamil.
Squeaks screech through the court as feet shuffle. The rapid beat of the ball dribbling, ricocheting off the floor. Shouted commands, with the occasional swears flying through the air.
Your voice ringing clear through the air, cheering on whoever has the ball. The way you whoop when someone scores. The crinkle of plastic from the water bottles you toss at them whenever anyone comes for a break.
It’s nice.
“Yo, Viper! Catch!”
A towel is hurled into his face, only stopped by his hand. Lowering it down, he gives you a nod of appreciation. It’s hard not to notice how you beam.
You shoot him a little wink, and he has to stuff his head into the towel to hide the way his lips slip upwards. Jamil scrubs at his face until it’s burning, rubbed a raw red. The pain nibbles at his cheeks, stinging them.
It helps keep his face straight anyhow.
You slide next to him, shoving him aside with your shoulder. Leaning onto him,your skin pressing against his. He can feel your arms shaking from laughter, your pulse beating. Great seven, Jamil’s close enough to smell your shampoo.
You get up quickly enough to clown around with the others, but your scent lingers. It’s nice. Fingers tapping on his knee, he watches you interact with the others.
You bend over, clutching your stomach. Ace must have made a pretty good joke, because you were almost besides yourself with laughter. Doubled over, eyes blinded with tears. You hardly were aware of a certain hulking figure creeping up behind you.
Floyd could move in perfect silence when he wanted to. A predatory instinct, ingrained in his blood. His arms spread out, he moves step by step, carefully sizing you up.
Jamil’s been through enough team practises to know what happens next. Floyd grabs his poor naive victims, before spinning them around like a Carrousel gone off its axis. The hellish ride ends with being flung into the air. Said victims tend to throw up after the Floyd treatment.
Almost everyone in the club has had a taste of this treatment.
Guess today’s your turn.
Jamil watches you wipe tears out of your eyes, still chatting merrily with Ace. Ace catches Jamil’s eye, before he gives a little crafty smirk. Ace takes hold of your hands, talking just a little louder.
Keeping your attention on him, so Floyd had a clear shot.
That jackass.
Jamil didn’t really think about it. His body started moving on his own, sprinting towards you.Elbowing Floyd out of the way, Jamil takes you into his arms, shielding you with his body. Holding you close,his chest heaving up and down. Whipping around, he gives both Floyd and Ace a glare, staring daggers at them.
“Don’t you dare touch them. They’re mine.”
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little-bumblebeeee · 3 months
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*Eddie tying a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue*
Steve:
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maxaroniiiii · 11 months
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rickybaby · 12 days
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Daniel shooting hoops via Motorsport Images | Chinese gp 2024
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powderblueblood · 1 month
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i respect the popular trend of eddie as a girl dad but you know i has to take that and turn it into to eddie is the father of a son who thinks he’s so fucking cringe and said son also betrays eddie by being really really really good at basketball and is also best friends with jason carver’s nice gay son
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queseraphita · 5 months
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Lies of P could exist in Yoko Taro's Drakenier universe, and no one would even notice it being anywhere out of place
*smacks my string conspiracy board*
WHITE CHOLORNATION SYNDROME
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astoldbychae · 3 months
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💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!
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Thanks for the ask Cin 💛
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felagi-fighter · 5 months
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forget fuse and bh adopting vantage or whatever I want mirage to be the eccentric fail uncle she never asked for
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garbagequeer · 1 year
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people complaining about how tales in a jugular vein was not a good episode (big fat lie) because it didnt advance the plot as if the plot of riverdale is not that jughead is telling a story
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kehlanifenty · 1 year
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Chenford + Emmett
REMINDER: I asked for one word prompts to trigger a fan fiction one shot. This one technically is not because there is more than a single word in the request, but I am going with it.
I’ve got 6-8 one word prompts in various stages of progress left in my queue. Keep them coming - they are busting through my writer’s block and I am having a lot of fUn writing them.
I will be posting all of these on AO3 as a collection when this batch is done.
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Tim laughs every time one of his basketball buddies calls him “Jimmy.” He knows they are calling him a ringer like Jimmy from the movie “Hoosiers” - the guy who can make a shot from anywhere.
Yes, Tim is an excellent shot, be it for 3-pointers at or behind the tape, or the free throws that everyone else hates. Tim excels at those too.
Looking at Tim, you’d think with his height, wing-span and large hands, that he’d be a natural basketball player.
You’d be wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.
While Tim is fantastic at the “glamour shots” of the game, he is not so great at running and dribbling, blocking, lay-ups, or defense. His dad had entered him in an Elk’s Club Free throw class, then competition when he was in middle school to keep Tim out of his hair while he drank excessively and fucked his way through the club waitresses out back by the dumpsters. Tim saw one poor girl pressed up against a smelly green bin one afternoon and then promptly signed up for anything and everything so he never would have to see that again. He became the reigning Elks Club “Hoop Shoot Free Throw” Champ for 5 years and “Hoop Shoot Wide Out” Champ for 4 years running. He was a master at making those far away shots, he just never learned to how to play the game to set up those shots.
Fast-forward 35 years and now he gets together with his former sergeants (Webb, Jansen, Hendricks and Gibbs) twice a week to play rec ball in the LA County First Responders League. He does a lot of running up and down the court until someone throws him the ball on the 3-point line and he scores.
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Tim can feel his retro high-top Air Jordans (white with MJ inspired Carolina blue swooshes) loosening up on his left foot. Sure enough, with 3:36 minutes left in the second half of the game they are currently losing, his shoe lace comes untied. That plus the forward momentum from yet another run up the court shoots his wedding band skittering across the court. He always ties the ring to his left shoelace for safe keeping.
When the “object on the court” time out is called, Tim jogs over to group of guys standing around waiting to play to grab his ring from….Emmett. His wife’s one-time ex-boyfriend. The fire fighter whose “hunkiness” they once debated..
Emmett and Tim lock eyes and smile - they were pretty good friends at one point. Emmett pulls his own gold wedding band out from his Kobe jersey on a utilitarian dog tag chain to show Tim the proper way to store his ring during a game.
Tim smiles and says thank you when Emmett hands him his platinum one and is asked, “Who is the lucky girl? Anyone I know?” To which Tim kisses his ring and looks at Lucy’s heartbeat recorded when thinking about Tim (when she’s experiencing butterflies) engraved inside, before bending down and retying his laces, securing the ring with a double knot this time.
Finally, Tim stands back up and smiles his biggest, “I’m so in love” grin and says to Emmett as the referee calls him back to the court, “I never did thank you for breaking up with her. By text message no less. I’ll tell Lucy you said hi.”
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khaotunq · 2 years
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Just a little gifset of Kan absolutely Goin Thru It™, as a treat
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icouldhyperfixatehim · 4 months
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yikes. love senior graduated to full and official Mess™ status. poor manaow. her gf treating her like a doormat all the way up to their anniversary, which she missed without so much as a text. manaow gets assaulted and only finds out after gyo gets to do a lot of bella swan depression era crying, and has to just kind of immediately be well adjusted about it and accept that gyo couldn't possibly forgive her (???). and p'pure is moving in on the wounded deer jesus fuCK i thought this was going to be my gl college engineering romcom fling for a few weeks, this shit is b l e a k
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thornedswan · 4 months
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Can someone tell my nose it isn't a basketball ball and to stop dribbling
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