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sirfrogsworth · 5 months

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Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day

I try to fit as many out-and-about chores as possible into a single day so I only have one set of post-exertional malaise consequences instead of consequences after each day of doing a thing. So any time I decide to drive, I try to find several tasks to accomplish all at once.

My first stop was the Family Services Division in the hopes of getting some help with grocery bills. I am making ends meet, but it seems to be getting harder each month. And maybe I could have skipped my trip to Florida and saved that money, but if I don't do something drastic for my mental health, I fear this first holiday season without a parent could send me into the darkness.

I needed to do an interview to finish applying for SNAP. I wanted to do a phone interview, but the next appointment was in January. So I went to social services where they allow walk-in appointments. I waited in a tiny plastic chair for several hours until they called my name. She yelled out "Benjamin" because when most people see "Grelle" they aren't really sure how to say it. (Rhymes with belly.)

She started my interview and it was going swimmingly at first. But then she started asking questions about the house and my inheritance and my trust. I had no idea what to tell her. It feels like a mistake now, but I have had pretty much no involvement in that process. I have no idea how it works. And I started to panic because she was acting like I was committing fraud or something by not mentioning the trust. But the entire point of the trust was to protect my benefits. Nothing is mine. I own nothing. I have no access. But I had no idea how to explain that.

Maybe my lawyer can help me apply, but I did not want them investigating everything and screwing things up before we even have the estate through probate. We specifically hired a lawyer and went through this convoluted process to make sure everything was on the up and up. But she really made me feel like I was doing something wrong. And that made me panic, which probably made me look even more guilty of something. So I just canceled everything and left.

After a few hours in a crowded government office, I decided to head to a different crowded government office.

I know I didn't need it until 2025, but I decided to go ahead and get my Real ID thingie before my first flight. I was kind of hoping they'd retake my picture because my current driver's license is... well...

And I'm so glad they took my big terrible picture and made it into a smaller, more terrible picture.

People complain about the DMV, but the one near me runs like a machine. It was filled with people and I still only had a 10 minute wait time.

I'm starting to wonder if all of those 80s comedians who were all, "What's the deal with the DMV?" were exaggerating.

Good stuff, Jerry.

I head up to the counter and ask for a Real ID. She asks for two pieces of mail and my birth certificate.

And this disappointed me a little bit.

I did my research. I went to the Real ID website and used their interactive guide to figure out exactly which documents I would need. They gave me this entire checklist and I printed it out and went through all my records and mail trying to find everything.

I had to wait a week for my internet bill to come because it's the only thing I forgot to change to paperless. This took a lot of effort and I was ready to be validated for being so prepared.

And she asks for two pieces of mail.

Any mail.

So I was off to get new tires.

Driving around on 8 year old bald tires was giving me anxiety. I didn't have the money for new tires, but I remember the guy saying they had financing. Recently several of my past debts went past the statute of limitations, and so my credit score lifted itself out of the pits of "poor" and into the realm of "fair." So I decided to take a chance and apply for a Discount Tire credit card. It's a 6 month payment plan with no interest, so that didn't feel as predatory as all the credit card offers I get in the mail with 8000% interest.

We started going through the approval process and I was answering all of the questions and then I saw the name of the bank offering the credit. It was the same bank that tried to sue me and also the bank that can longer collect due to the statute. I was worried they put me on some sort of list and would deny me. But, to my surprise, they approved me instantly. And wouldn't you know it, they gave me almost exactly the amount needed for a new set of tires.

I'm hoping we'll be doing another auction of the house stuff soon, so I plan to pay off the card and then cancel it, but this was the only solution I could come up with to drive safely until then.

I was having a weird day where photos of crusty rich wide dudes followed me everywhere I went. Here is my good ol' boy governor at the entrance to social services.

And at the tire place, I noticed this fella...

Why does every rich CEO think they are a font of wisdom capable of creating compelling quotes?

Does he think no one has ever said "work hard" and "have fun"? And after he said this was he like...

"That's gold, put that in *every* store."

"Oh, and use that picture of me where it looks like a handsome gal just grabbed my undercarriage."

He probably thinks, "Well, no one has put these specific generic platitudes together into a single mega-platitude. I am a genius."

"Be honest, work hard, have fun, be grateful, pay it forward" sounds like he had a bunch of motivational posters on his wall and started reading them all at once.

Like, every line could have a picture of an eagle above it.

In any case, the guy at the tire store, Dakota, was really nice. He made the experience very low anxiety. And he really liked my Thor's Hammer keychain with built in fidget spinner.

He went around showing it to all his coworkers. "Look, it even spins!" And they were like, "Dude, where did you get that??" And I was like, "Amazon." Now I'm just imagining 10 dudes at a tire store all fidgeting their hammers.

As nice as he was, Dakota was still a salesman and had a job to do. He gave me two tire options and tried to upsell me. The cheapest tires had a "1" rating for winter. He said they get "super hard" in the cold... I tried not to giggle. But I explained I drive about twice a month and mostly to the grocery store. If it is a bad winter day, I'll just wait or get delivery. He understood and set me up with the cheaper tires.

He then checked out my car and noticed my tire pressure sensors were dying. I keep getting a warning light on my dash. Apparently they all have tiny batteries in them that die after 7 years. And you can't just replace the batteries so you have to install brand new sensors.

And this is where my social anxiety got me into trouble.

I don't actually need these sensors. They are usually inaccurate. I prefer to test my tires with an actual gauge. But I got so caught up in his sales pitch that I agreed to replace them... at $60 each. For that I could have gotten the fancier tires. I really don't care if an orange light shows up on my dash. And I looked up the price online and a pack of 4 is $30. Though that is without installation.

But still... I wasn't thinking and he was so nice that I was just like, "I want to please Dakota. Saying no might make Dakota sad." Dakota's job is selling me but that doesn't mean I have to buy anything. He would live if I had said "no thanks."

To make my blunder more blunderous, when they finished the tires he asked for my key fob. And it decided that was the time for the battery to die. And in order to reset the system for the new tire pressure sensors, you have to press two buttons on the fob for 7 seconds. Thankfully I had a spare fob at home, but if I want my fancy new $240 sensors to work, I have to return to Dakota and have him initialize them.

I really hope these are the Cadillac of sensors.

Or, like, the ones they use on Cadillacs?

They better be accurate, is what I'm saying.

I do feel safer with new tires. So I am glad I did that. And I gave them a good obligatory kick and felt the tread. They seem nice enough even if they get boners in the winter. It's crazy how bald my other tires were in comparison. Like, I can fit half my finger down into the tread on the new ones—which did not get them super hard.

The way I drive, I probably won't wear them down. They'll probably start to rot before I do.

Before I do, meaning before I wear them down.

Not before I rot.

I am not in a rotting competition with my tires.

I was then off to Sam's. I decided all of my hard work accomplishing 2 out of 3 goals deserved some sushi. So I grabbed some California Rolls and headed home. On my way out, a Hummer and a Porsche nearly collided in the parking lot. And they sort of got stuck facing each other. One of them needed to back up and they both signaled at each other like "You back up, I'm not backing up." And it was just this weird standoff between the two douchiest looking cars you could imagine.

I mean, you have to be a douche to drive a Hummer.

I still remember the mystery Hummer dialysis patient from when my dad was going 3 time per week. We could never figure out who owned the Hummer, but we knew it was not the underpaid nurses and techs. So it had to be one of the patients. And none of them seemed the type. We never solved that mystery.

That hummer started off a delightful safety yellow. (Elon would cry.)

They decided this wasn't extra enough... so they did this...

Katrina and I could never decide... are these cow spots or the world's least effective camoflauge?

There was another patient who drove this old beater...

And I loved seeing this car because we had the same one when I was a little kid. I'm afraid the aesthetics of the 1980s Caprice Classic did not stand the test of time, but it had great sentimental appeal for me.

But this maroon beast that squeaked and sputtered its way from here to there belonged to a very sweet older gentleman. Sometimes he and my dad would be dialysis buddies—sitting next to each other in the recliners. And the worst thing about dialysis was the boredom. All you have to do is watch broadcast TV with 4 channels.

All of the TVs require headphones. They give you your own set of super cheap headphones in the dialysis welcome bag. They were very uncomfortable so I ordered my dad better ones with cushioned ear cups.

His dialysis buddy noticed them and thought they looked nice. And then he revealed that his free headphones broke and he didn't know how to get new ones. He had been watching TV with no sound for weeks. So, I bought another pair with the soft ear cups and my dad gave them to his friend. And it just made me happy imagining the two of them watching The Price is Right in matching headphones.

I do have to make fun of this sweet old man a little bit. When I walked passed his car I noticed he implemented the world's most effective anti-theft device ever created.

That's right... The Club™.

If someone decides they have to have a 40 year old car with an engine that sounds like a dying hyena and a hubcap missing... they are out of luck.

But hey, you gotta protect what is important to you. And if I needed a getaway car and my choices were between his beater and the Cow Hummer, I'd take his ride for sure.

Well, I'd try... and then get arrested because The Club™ is undefeatable.

Do NOT look that up on YouTube. It's 100% true. (And the Lock Picking Lawyer doesn't count due to him being able to break into Fort Knox with a paperclip and then doing it again to make sure it isn't a fluke.)

The dialysis center is in the same complex as my local Tolerable Schnucks and I still see that maroon boat of a car every once in a while. I always smile whenever it is there because it lets me know he is hanging in there and hopefully still has sound for his TV.

Wow, I went off on a mega-tangent.

I didn't even finish talking about my day. Where was I? Oh, the douche standoff finally ended. The Porsche Douche capitulated and backed up. Probably due to the fact the Hummer Douche has 0 visibility behind him.

When I got home I started devouring my sushi. I finally heard back from my lawyer. He submitted the last of the evidence for my appeal. And I was finally able to confirm he got the records of my ECT treatments from 20 years ago. I worked so hard to get those. At first, they forgot to send all records before 2011. I had to call back and figure that out. They shipped them and they didn't arrive until a week before we had to file. Everything was so last minute and my anxiety has been... palpable. It felt like when I did my science fair project on Sunday night.

He's hoping to get a decision at the beginning of next year. He warned me that these appeals are usually rejected. And that the most effective method of approval was a hearing in front of an administrative law judge. But that could be delayed by up to a year. So I might need to figure out how to survive until 2025. As long as my brother does what he is legally required to do, I should be okay. But counting on that also gives me palpable anxiety.

And that was my day.

Every time I go out is always an adventure.

But remember...

BE NICE. EAT YOUR VEGGIES. PET CUTE DOGS. DREAM BIG. KEEP YOUR TIRES WARM... FOR REASONS. 5 LIFE LESSONS -Froggie, Mildly Famous Internet Person

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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Spencer's Choice

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: angst, reuniting long lost love, heartbreak, impossible choice to make

Summary: Breaking up with Spencer is the hardest thing you've ever had to do. You left and returned years later, only to run into him again. Feelings return that you thought were gone. Spencer has a choice to make: you or his family.

Square Filled: goodbye letter (2021) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Ah, back in your hometown. You miss the way the sunshine feels on your skin even when the wind blowing is almost at freezing temperatures. You miss the way the cars sound as they’re rushing down the road as a reminder that people need to leave earlier when it comes to this town. You miss the small-town feeling of everyone being so close-knit that you can check up on your neighbors and see how they’re doing every day.

You miss home.

You haven’t been back in the United States in a little over a year, and back in this town for much longer. Ever since you left after you graduated, you really haven’t looked back. It killed you to do so but you were on a mission to better people’s lives with your degree and experience. You’re a very skilled architect who has been involved in many unique projects all over the world. It’s been one big adventure that you love having. You’ve met genuinely good people, tried amazing and unique food, delved into different cultures, and got to experience what others only dream about.

Now you’re just glad to be back in your hometown, relax, and spend the money you’ve been saving for years.

You walk down the familiar road next to the park you used to go to after school every day with your friends. There is something brown in the middle of the sidewalk but upon closer examination, you see it’s a child’s teddy bear. You pick it up in hopes there is a name or a number you can call, but the only thing you can find is an address. Weird. Most people don’t put their addresses on kids’ toys but who are you to judge?

With a quick Google search, you find the address is only two blocks from where you’re at. This is your chance to be a good samaritan and return the bear to a child who is probably missing it. You find the house easily and walk up the porch steps. You knock on the door and wait only ten seconds before it opens. A young girl about the age of seven is standing there with sad eyes.

“Hi, does he belong to you?” you ask and produce the bear.

Her eyes light up happily when she sees the toy.

“Thank you so much!” she squeals and grabs it from you.

“Marissa, what did I tell you about answering the door without your mother or me?” you hear her dad say.

You look up and lock eyes with the only person you’ve ever been in love with: Spencer Reid. You two were high school sweethearts back then, and it was clear to everyone at that school that you two were going to end up together for life. You were in love with him so much and wished you could have stayed, but it broke your heart to break up with him.

You have always wanted to be an architect even when you were younger. Your parents got you Legos that you could build houses from, and you’d build all sorts of different houses with different rooms for everything a person could need. When you got to your junior year, you applied to different colleges for architecture which also included colleges outside of the United States. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever get into those colleges but your mother encouraged you to apply.

Four months before graduation, you got an amazing offer to study at UCL in London with the opportunity to be an intern side by side with one of the most famous architects at that time. What an amazing opportunity, your mother told you. Yes, it was but there was one thing holding you back: Spencer.

It started one of the biggest arguments between you two. It lasted for months leading up to graduation. He obviously didn’t want you to go since you’d be in a different country, but he didn’t want to be the only reason why you’d stay. You wanted to go because this would be an amazing opportunity for you, but you didn't want to go because you didn’t want to leave him.

It took months to come to a decision but Spencer convinced you to go. Long-distance relationships never work out for anyone, and you didn't want to put Spencer through the pain of not seeing you every day or being with you. Breaking up with him was and still is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’ve had a few flings over the years that never meant anything because none of them were him. It took a really long time to stop crying over him. Now, seeing him right in front of you is bringing all those fights, that love, and every conversation you’ve ever had with him back. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest, and you step back to ground yourself.

Marissa looks up to see her dad looking at you with the same look you’re giving him.

“You don’t look at Mommy like that,” she observes.

“Why don’t you go inside and play? I’ll be right there,” Spencer says distractedly.

Marissa looks at you and goes inside to play with her teddy bear. Spencer steps outside and closes the front door for some privacy.

“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.”

This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to start crying because the truth is, and you’ve tried so hard to bury it, you’re still in love with him. If you don’t get out of here quickly, the patch over your heart is going to tear and you’re going to start bleeding all over again.

“I’m sorry. I can’t be here right now. I have to go.”

You turn around and walk down the porch steps, but Spencer jumps toward you.

“Wait.” You turn to face him and he sighs in frustration. “I have to get Marissa to the doctor. How long are you in town for?”

“As long as I want. I’m in between projects right now.”

Maybe the reason why you told him this is for the false hope that you two can resume right where you left off.

“Please don’t leave. Please meet with me for coffee tomorrow morning. You remember Jack’s Cafe, right?” How could you not? It’s the place where you and Spencer had your first date and first kiss. “My number hasn’t changed if you still have it.”

“I do,” you whisper.

He never changed it in hopes that you’d call it. You got home after parting ways with him and cried yourself to sleep. Seeing him again after all these years is reverting your mind back to high school graduation. You’re not much better the next day. When you wake up, you decide you’re not going to meet Spencer and just leave. However, when you look at past messages between the two of you on your phone, he deserves this meeting. You deserve to catch up with him.

You rush into the coffee shop knowing you’re late. Spencer is sitting at the table you two used to sit in every single time you went here.

“I thought you weren't going to show,” he says when you sit across from him.

“Honestly, I almost didn’t.”

Spencer slides a coffee over to you and you catch it to prevent it from falling. Just based on the smell alone, you know he still remembers your coffee order.

“How have you been? Any interesting projects you’ve been on?”

You don’t know if the small talk is good or not. It’s to distract you from the real issue but you welcome the distraction.

“Yeah, I’ve done some work in third-world countries with nonprofit organizations. We’ve built homes for people, homeless shelters, and enclosures for animals who are suffering and endangered.”

“That’s amazing. I’m really happy for you.”

“What about you?”

“I pursued my career in the FBI. I have been a profiler for many years. I’m retired now and get to teach others before they go into the academy.”

“Retired? You’re still so young. What happened?” you ask and sip your coffee.

“I went to prison for a couple of months for a crime I didn’t do. It messed with me mentally so I decided to take a different approach. I’m still involved with the FBI just as a teacher.”

Once you two get into the groove of talking, it’s like no time has passed. You’re laughing and having a good time with him as if you didn’t break his heart all those years ago. You’re falling in love with him all over again.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Just like that, you’re back to how you were feeling before. The laughter dies off and you pick at the ends of your sweater.

“No. I haven’t had a steady relationship since--” You stop yourself from saying it out loud. He understands what you’re trying to say. He reaches over and grabs your hand. As soon as he makes contact with your skin, you quickly pull away from him. “You have a family.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You look happy.”

“Yeah, I am.”

His words tell you one thing but his tone tells you something completely different. There is a longing in his eyes that suggests he would drop everything in his life if it meant he got to be with you.

“I’m really happy for you,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…”

“I shouldn’t have come here. You have a wife and daughter now.” You drop your voice to a whisper. “I’m too late.”

You’re already out the door before Spencer can process your words. Not only was coming to this coffee date a bad idea, but coming back to your hometown where Spencer also lives was an even worse idea. The projects waiting for your involvement will have to come a little earlier than planned.

You hate doing this to Spencer but you write a letter explaining how you feel about him and this whole situation. Once you’re done, you head to his house hoping he isn’t going to be there. You walk up the steps and notice something in the window next to the door. Spencer is sitting on the couch next to his wife and she’s comforting her. About the botched date? About you? About something else?

Damn it. Why did she have to be gorgeous?

You stick the note in the door and swiftly turn to leave. Spencer sniffles and looks up to see your long hair flowing in the wind. At first, he thought he was seeing things but then his brain caught up to the rest of him. By the time he walks out there, you’re already gone. Your note sways to the ground so he picks it up and starts reading it.

Spencer,

I am so sorry for the way we left things all those years ago. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and hurting you was never my intention. I love you with all my heart and wish things had ended differently between us. You have a family now that I never wanted to disturb. I kind of thought by coming back here, I’d be reminded of what’s really important. Seeing you after all these years did just that. I don’t want to hurt you now, but I’m leaving. I’ll be accepting other projects that need me, and you can continue to be with your family. I wish you the very best.

Y/N

Spencer can’t let you go this easily without letting you know how he feels. He tells his wife he’s going over to Derek’s house but ends up going to the biggest airport in the state. It’s the airport that has the most flights coming and going so you have to be here. He doesn’t know which flight you’re going to get on so he buys a ticket for one of them and hope for the best.

He rushes through the entire airport in search of you, wishing you hadn’t gotten on one of the airplanes yet. He’s sweaty and disheveled but determined to find you before you board. He runs around the corner and scans the many gates with people boarding their planes. There at the far end of the building is you. You’re in line to get on the plane.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

You don’t hear him and move up in the line. Spencer breaks out in a run in hopes of getting to you in time. You hand the attendant your ticket so she can check you in. She doesn’t question the dried tears on your cheeks as she does. Once finished, you grab your ticket and walk onto the bridge.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Spencer runs past everyone and tries to get onto the bridge but the two attendants posted there prevent him from going in.

“Sir, you need to wait in line like everyone else.”

“Please, I just have to talk to her.”

“Sir, I can’t let you on there without a proper ticket.”

“Y/N!!!” Spencer screams to get your attention, hoping you’re not too far away. He waits agonizingly for you to show up. He’s about to yell again when you come around the corner with tears in your eyes. “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

“Spencer,” you gasp. You leave the bridge and take him off to the side. People stare but go about their business to give you two some privacy. “What are you doing here?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“But your family--”

“Please don’t leave. I can’t bear to watch you walk away again. I let you go once. I can’t--refuse--to let you walk away again.”

Spencer grabs your face and kisses you like he should have done all those years ago. You get lost in the way he’s making you feel so you kiss him back. It feels so good to feel his lips on yours again. He feels like home. The image of him and his wife pops up in your head, and you pull away from him with tears streaming down your face.

“What about your wife? Your daughter?”

“I don’t know but please don’t leave. I love you.”

He’s only here because of the feelings you drudged up. He was happy before you came back into his life.

“I can’t do this right now. I have to get on the plane.”

“Please don’t get on that plane,” he begs.

“Miss? Are you getting on? We’re taking the last call,” the attendant asks.

“Spencer, I have to get on the plane. They’re waiting for me.” You step away from him even though it kills you to. “You have a family now. Maybe if I never left before, things might have been different. I can’t do that to them.”

You hand your ticket to the attendant even though she allows you to go through. Spencer watches you get on the plane, and the attendant shuts and locks the door behind you. Spencer has a very important choice to make:

Does he go back to his family and pretend this never happened or follow you? Stay with what’s comfortable or follow the one woman who has always made him feel alive? Her or you?

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themanifestingbrat · 1 year

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I manifested a new job!

But not just any job, this manifestation is pretty much life changing for me as I get to work in my desired city, make lots more money, and also live there for a discount!

✭ How it started✭ Obstacles✭ How I used my Imagination ✭ How it manifested

✭ How it started

So I already was tired of the job I was currently at and I needed a change. I had a difficult manager, annoying clients, and I wanted to move to another city.

I occasionally checked my company's website for new positions and kept my options open for a good month. During this month, I was still deciding between what I wanted but once I figured that out, a new opportunity was posted. It was literally calling my name! It was my desired location and a brand new building. So I immediately told my manager for her approval and applied.

✭ Obstacles

I didn't hear anything for two weeks and in those two weeks, I started feeling anxious because I got a random thought that I would be fired from my current job. It was totally random and it gave me a really bad feeling but instead of fighting it, I decided to flip it and affirm that I got hired at the new job.

After weeks of not hearing anything, I checked back to my work email (that I never use) and saw that they denied me because they couldn't get a hold of me! I almost freaked out but remembered who I was and stayed calm. I reached out to the manager to apologize and ask for a interview and she said YES!

My co-workers, although very supportive, kept putting negative thoughts into my head of how my manager would react to me wanting to transfer because she's so strict and needy. I didn't take it personal and I would affirm to myself that my manager adores me and supports me.

After my first interview with the new manager, she said she would reach out the next day for a second interview with another higher up. I didn't hear back for another two weeks but instead of assuming the worst, I returned to the state of someone who got the second interview scheduled. I even chose a day that she would email me back and when I would have the interview and it manifested in a week!

✭ How I used my Imagination

Now, I didn't do this to get anything or see results, I naturally did it to fulfill myself and also for fun.

I used affirmations here and there. No, I didn't track how long or when I would affirm. If I caught myself falling out of state, I would just shift back and maybe affirm once or a few times until I felt confident.

I imagined before bed of me working at the new job. This is something I naturally did because I love visualizing exciting possibilites before bed (sometims too exciting and I wouldn't fall asleep haha). I imagined what the office would look like, what my new coworkers could look like, what I would wear, etc. I created different scenarios that could happen.

After a few weeks, it did feel natural. I was bragging to my family that I would get the job. I even made a pinterest board of all the new outfits I needed to buy, I chose a new hairstyle and nails, basically thinking from.

✭ How it manifested

Regardless of what the 3D showed, I had the mindset I already had the job, cause "how can I lose if I'm already chose?" lmfao. After basically going through 3 interviews in a span of three months, the new manager called to offer me the position! I also forget to mention I wanted to manifest higher pay and the pay ended up being a few dollars over (hourly) than what I was okay with!

This job offers an opportunity to live onsite at a discount and it's a brand new luxury property! Now I am going to manifest living there at my desired rent, move in date, and all the other stuff that come with getting a new place!

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thenerdyfanwriter · 2 years

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Ya know how the Gallaghers have a piano in their house? Could you please write a request where Gallagher sister oc/reader taught herself to play piano over the years and eventually gets into the Chicago Symphony Orchestra? Thank you✌️

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Word Count: 828

Pairings: OC!Gallagher! Reader x Gallaghers

Synopsis: As the fourth oldest Gallagher, Joanna thought she wouldn’t get anywhere in life after graduating. That is until a special letter comes.

Warnings: None

A/N: Wasn’t sure how to end this one. It’s kinda a short one. Hope you enjoy!

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I’ve always loved music. Since I was tall enough to reach the piano, I would try to play it. Not many people in my family know how to play the piano. Fiona and Lip know a small bit, but Frank is the one who knows it the best.

I’ve played the piano in the school orchestra since 5th grade. In those years, I’ve participated in competitions and won many of them as well. With it being the middle of senior year, I decided to apply to some orchestras and universities.

Ever since I was young, it has been my dream to join the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. They were the first Orchestra I auditioned for. I also applied to the University of Chicago. I’m not very smart like my brother, Lip, but I thought it would be a better chance at doing something with my life if I applied to colleges instead of only orchestras.

I’ve always felt like an outcast in my family of outcasts. I didn’t tell anyone I auditioned and applied to stuff because I don’t want to get their hopes up.

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It’s been almost 5 months since I auditioned for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. I’ve already gotten rejection letters from the colleges and smaller orchestras, so I’m not going to be surprised when I get rejected from this one too.

With it being the middle of June, my high school graduation is coming up in a few days. I still haven’t told anyone about what I’m doing after I graduate because I’m still not sure myself.

While sitting on the couch, Fiona gets home from work and sits next to me. “Graduation is two days away. What are you planning to do after?” She asks me. I knew this conversation was coming. She had the same one with Lip and Ian.

“I already have a job lined up. I start in a week.” I told her. I decided to get a job since I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“OK, that's good.” Fiona gets up and goes upstairs.

Two days Later

Today is the day I’m finally graduating. All my family is here, except for Frank of course. I’m standing in line waiting for my name to be called. There's only a few people in front of me. I’m getting nervous as I approach the stage. Only two people are in front of me now. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.

One person is in front of me. I feel like throwing up. “Joanna Gallagher.” My name gets called. I walk on the stage with my eyes wide. The principal hands me my diploma and I walk away. I don’t bother sticking around for the end, I just run to my family.

“I’m so proud of you.” Fiona whispers in my ear as she hugs me. I can feel the rest of them hugging me as well. “ Let’s go home and celebrate!” Fiona says to everyone.

When we get home, I go up to Debbie and I’s room to change. With the room being so small, we have to sleep on bunk beds.

After changing, I go back downstairs and notice Fiona and Lip on the couch looking at something. I don’t see anyone else, so I assume they went to get party supplies.

“What are you guys doing?” I ask them. They jump off the couch and Lip puts something behind his back. “What are you two hiding?” I step closer to them.

“We should be asking what you’re hiding Jo.” Lip says. I freeze. Did they find out about the colleges I didn’t get into? Did they find out about my audition for the orchestra?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They can tell when I’m hiding something. My face gets all red and my eyes go wide when I am hiding something.

“We’re not mad at you.” Fiona takes a paper that Lip had behind his back. “ You should probably read this.” She hands the paper to me and they both go to the kitchen.

As I read the paper, I start to tear up.

Dear Ms. Joanna Gallagher,

We are pleased to say you have been accepted to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. We were very pleased by your audition. If possible, we would love to have you play as our main pianist.

I didn’t bother to read any further. Tears were streaming down my face as I got up and started jumping around. “I got in! I got in!” I was screaming. Fiona and Lip walked back into the living room and watched me. When I stopped, I noticed Fiona was crying too.

“Fi, why are you crying?” I asked.

“It’s just happy tears. We finally got a Gallagher to achieve something great.”

“It’s about time, too.” Lip said, joining the conversation.

I laugh as I hug both of them. ”Thank you guys for everything.” I tell them. “Without you two, I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.”

#shameless x reader #shameless imagine #fiona gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x reader

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mayhem24-7forever · 1 year

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Please, Please Me (Kinktober 2022)

Lovely gif courtesy of the lovely @a-reader-and-a-writer

Kinktober Prompts (from this list): Pegging - Hair Pulling - Tit Fucking

Character: Robert “Bob” Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Author’s Note: I know what you’re thinking: “Jo, it’s November now and you’ve only posted day one and two of kinktober”... I know... and I’m sorry. I will get them all done just out of order and it may take until next october but I swear I’m working on them!!

This is super inspired by this piece of art made by @nen-si so please go show them some love for their amazing art!!! They’re incredibly talented!

Warnings: femdom, teasing, punishment, rope bondage/shibari, ballgag, female masturbation, vibrator, hair pulling, spitting in mouth, a few spanks, blindfolds, handjob, strap-on, pegging

If she had known that talking to the shy brunette man in aviator glasses at the bar all those months ago would lead to where she was now, she would have gone over to talk to him even sooner. It was his gorgeous eyes that got her, reeling her in from across the room as she fell deep into their sea of blue, drowning with no ladder in sight. And one night at their shared apartment, it was the tears gathering in the corners of those same damn eyes that made her fingers itch to reach out and touch him… Or at least blindfold him.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd sat in a plush armchair across from hers, bound and gagged in only his white underwear as he stared at her with those glossy big blue eyes, silently pleading with her to touch him as his wire-framed glasses slipped down his nose. And she almost gave in before she caught hold of herself. After all, this was supposed to be a punishment and she couldn’t give in before he learned his lesson just because he flashed those pleading puppy dog eyes at her. Leaning forwards, she pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose, careful to touch only the glasses and not him, before leaning back in her seat.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to blindfold you, baby…” she warned, her eyebrow arching sternly to fix him in his spot, although it wasn’t like he could go anywhere anyway. “But that would ruin your punishment and I can’t have that.”

Bob had been a bad boy and had been teasing his girlfriend all day while they were enjoying a beach day with the dagger squad. They were both switches but it seemed Bob had been feeling particularly bratty and unfortunately (or very fortunately) for him, his girlfriend was in a dominant mood. Of course, she had warned him that he was playing a dangerous game but Bob had continued his on despite it. The first time she warned him was while he was applying her sunscreen, his hands wandering under her swimsuit to lightly squeeze her ass.

“Robby, I don’t think you need to put sunscreen on the parts under the swimsuit.” she had chided him.

“Sun protection is very important baby.” he said with a shrug that would have been innocent if not for the mischievous glint in his beautiful blue eyes. “Don’t want to get burned so it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Robby! Someone could see!” she squealed quietly as his hands moved to cup her breasts under the swimsuit, looking around to find that luckily the rest of the dagger squad was so preoccupied with setting up their towels and umbrellas and applying their own sunscreen to have noticed what Bob was doing.

“See what?” he asked with faux innocence, giving her breasts one last squeeze before removing his hands from her body completely to put more sunscreen on his hands.

“Behave yourself, Robby.” she warned and he put his hands up in mock surrender, backing away with a pleased smirk on his face.

The second time she warned him was when she discovered that he had stolen her panties from her bag while she was trying to change out of her swimsuit in the bathroom of the Hard Deck. She called him inside from where he was waiting for her in the hallway and pushed him against the wall, glaring at him when she noticed the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” he asked.

“Robby, where is my underwear?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Did you forget to pack them?” he replied with faux innocence.

“Robert Floyd, give me my underwear back.” she demanded, trying desperately to remain mad at him despite how cute he was. “I’m not going to walk around the bar without anything under my sundress. Hand them over.”

“Oh, these?” he asked, pulling them out of his pocket and dangling them just out of her reach with cheeky smile. “Are you talking about these pretty little panties that I found just sitting there next to my clothes in the beach bag? I didn’t realize you needed those.” He lowered them enough for her to snatch them out of his hand.

“You need to behave yourself, Robby.” she cautioned as she put them on. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.” Bob just nodded and smiled before heading out of the bathroom to order her a drink from the bar.

His third and final warning came when he leaned over and whispered something to her as they watched the others play pool later on that evening. Standing next to him and nursing her drink while they watched Hangman bend over to take a shot, she felt his hot breath on the side of her face, his lips just barely ghosting her ear.

“I’d love to bend you over the table like that, see if you could still make a shot with your warm cunt wrapped around my cock.” he said lowly and she froze, cheeks burning at the image of it in her head.

She turned her head to look up at him, motioning with her finger for him to lean down so she could whisper in his ear, surprising him when she lightly but firmly grabbed his groin through his shorts.

“I told you to behave, Robby.” she hissed and he grunted when she applied just the lightest pressure on his crotch. “We’re going home now, say goodbye to everyone.”

“Yes, Miss.” he groaned before she released him and he did as he was ordered so they could head home for his punishment.

For his bad behavior, he had to sit, bound in intricate patterns of shibari rope with a ball gag secured between his lips, and watch as his girlfriend pleasured herself with her vibrator in front of him. Unable to move, unable to speak, he had to simply endure the straining of his hard cock against the white cotton of his briefs, silky black rope framing his bulge that longed to be buried deep inside the wet cunt before him. The black ropes crisscrossed his chest and bound his arms together behind him, leaving an intricate and beautiful pattern atop the slightly muscular but soft planes of his abs.

His girlfriend sat in another plush armchair across from him, legs spread wide as her heels rested against the backrest on either side of his head. She was wearing his favorite set of lingerie, an extra twist to his punishment, as she teased her pussy with her favorite vibrator through the lacy fabric. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting out a half-sigh half-moan at the stimulation. Bob shifted in his bonds, attempting to provide any sort of friction to relieve his painfully hard cock, whining his desperation through the ball gag. When he let out a particularly pitiful whimper, she lifted her head and opened her eyes to fix him in his spot with one glare, a pleased smirk on her lips.

“Look at my poor Robby baby, all tied up with nowhere to go, unable to touch me, unable to even touch yourself.” she taunted with a fake pout, staring deep into his pleading eyes. “You can only watch as I get to play with my pussy and have all the fun without you… isn’t that right baby?”

Bob nodded vigorously, watching eagerly as his girlfriend moved the vibrator around her clit through the fabric. He wished she had taken them off so he could look at her pretty pink pussy but he knew that she hadn’t specifically to further his punishment.

“Fuck…” she moaned, throwing her head back and Bob could tell she was getting close, her body language that he knew so well screaming its approach to the edge.

As she hit the edge and came with a cry, her body jerking involuntarily as she was caught in the waves of ecstasy. Bob knew that she liked to have skin to skin contact when she came, it was why she didn’t masturbate a lot, at least not without him there even to just hold her hand. With his hands tied behind his back, he did the only thing he could and leaned to the side, resting his cheek on her calf. He hoped that his tender little motion of support was intimate enough to ground her and show his devotion, like a silent way of saying ‘I’ve got you, baby. You can let go, I’m right here’.

Coming down from her high, chest heaving, she set down the vibrator and moved her legs to put her heels back on the ground. She leaned forwards to fix his askew glasses and put her hand on his cheek, thumb stroking his skin as a silent thank you. He keened into her touch.

“Such a good boy, helping me cum without being asked.” she cooed, releasing his cheek and bringing bot of her hands to his thighs. “Do you think you’ve had enough punishment?”

He nodded and she hummed in acknowledgement, her teasing fingers trailing up his body slowly and Bob’s body couldn’t decide if it wanted to lean into her touch or squirm away. Her hands reached his neck and she kept one on his shoulder as the other moved to place a finger under his chin to make him look up at her.

“I miss that pretty little voice of yours.” she said as she laid a soft and almost chaste kiss on the ballgag, her hands going to the back of his head to unbuckle it.

“Please, Miss!” he tried but his mouth was dry like it always was after he’d been gagged.

“Aww, is your mouth dry, baby?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss.” he replied hoarsely.

“Open.” she commanded and after he obeyed, she grabbed his chin to keep it open as she spit into his mouth. “Swallow.”

Bob swallowed her spit and opened his mouth for her to check that he had. She hummed in approval and reached over to the coffee table where she grabbed a bottle of water. Carefully she helped him drink until he had had his fill.

“Thank you, Miss.” he said as she put the bottle aside, his voice sounding much more normal.

“Well Robby, do you think that you’ve been punished enough?” she asked and he nodded.

“Yes, I do Miss.” he struggled to speak as her hands continued to roam his body. “I’m- I’m very sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” she asked, amused.

“Yes, yes… I’m so, so sorry. I won’t tease you ever again.” Bob promised. “Please Miss, I learned my lesson. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” she asked, eyebrow piqued in curiosity.

“Yes, anything! Please, please, please…” he babbled and she cut him off with a shush.

“Hush now, baby. Let me think… I mean, anything?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yes, Miss! Anything you want!” he assured her with wide, pleading eyes.

“There’s just so many options…” she trailed off, thinking for a moment before her eyes lit up with an idea and she moved to straddle him, purposefully pressing her body weight onto his groin. Her fingers trailed over his chest, lightly tugging on the ropes and snapping them to make him grunt. “What if I wanted to sit here and make you cum in your cute little tighty-whities just from rubbing against me? Would you do that for me?”

“Yes, Miss!” Bob replied, grinding his clothed cock against her.

“What if…” she began, trailing off as she wound her arms around his neck and snaked her fingers into his hair before grabbing a handful and pulling him closer to her. “I wanted to ride your cock and tug on this pretty brown hair of yours over and over and over until I cum?” She tugged on his hair on each word for effect, a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan escaping from his mouth. “Would you let me do that to you?”

“Yes, Miss!” he answered, bucking his hips upwards.

“Hmmm…” she said, giving his hair one last pull before releasing it and getting up off of him completely. He whined pitifully at the loss of her body against his as she stood between his legs, his whine turning into a gasp as she reached out to gently but firmly grab his cock through his underwear. She squeezed lightly for emphasis on some of her words as she continued. “But what if I wanted strap a toy to your cock and make you come again and again until you have nothing to give anymore?”

“I’d- I- I’d do it- oh… for- for you, Miss!” Bob replied, struggling to speak as she continued to palm his cock with a wicked smile on her face.

“What if…” she mused, releasing his cock before stepping back and pointing to the floor between them. “Well, what if I told you to get on your knees and eat me out until you're covered head to toe in my cum?”

“I’d do it, Miss!” he answered as he obediently slid off the chair and fell to his knees before her. Eye level with her panties, he looked up at her with sincere devotion in his eyes as she ran her hand through his hair in comforting strokes.

“Hmmm, tempting!” she said, sitting back down in her chair and motioning for him to approach before grabbing him by the ropes on his chest to pull him over her knee. “What if I wanted to put you over my knee?” she asked, pulling aside the fabric of his underwear and rubbing teasing circles onto his bare ass cheeks with an open palm before giving him a hard slap that sucked the air from his lungs. “What if I wanted to spank you until this pretty little ass is as red as a cherry?” she continued and he opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by another hard slap on the other cheek. “What about that, huh?”

“Yes!” he wheezed out through pants and deep breaths.

She slapped his ass again. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Miss!” he exclaimed, catching his breath.

“Good boy.” she cooed, smoothing the white fabric of his underwear back over his pink-tinged ass cheeks and helped him up to his feet, standing to join him. “I guess you really will do anything for me, huh?”

“Anything, Miss!” he confirmed, furiously nodding and she smiled before pulling him into a long and passionate kiss.

“Then I want you to go to the bed room and sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for me quietly.” she instructed after pulling back from the steamy kiss, stroking his cheek gently as he leaned into her touch.

Bob did as he was asked, watching in eager anticipation as she went over to the “toy” drawer. When she turned around and he saw the silk blindfold in her hands, he sucked in a surprised but pleased breath, matching her smile as she approached.

“Color, my love?” she asked, standing between his legs.

“Green, Miss.” he replied, and she smiled.

“Good.” she cooed as she removed his glasses, carefully setting them on the nightstand before tying the blindfold across his eyes. “I’ll take this off in a moment, darling. I just don’t want to spoil the special surprise I have planned for you. Can you see anything?”

Bob moved his head up and down and side to side to test it but the blindfold covered his eyes completely, not even a sliver of light getting through the top or bottom.

“No, Miss.” he answered and she made a noise of contentedness before walking back to the toy drawer.

Without his sight, his other senses took over. He could hear every step of her heels even on the carpet, excited by every rustling noise as she searched the drawer. He heard her return to the bed, laying something on the sheets beside him and returning to her place between his legs. He shivered when he felt her trail a finger down his chest, the feeling of her touch heightened by his missing sense.

“Sensitive without your sight?” she asked, carefully pushing him down onto the bed.

“Yes, Miss.” he replied, sucking in a breath when he felt her hands approach his bottom half.

She removed the rope on his underwear, leaving the ones on his chest and arms in place before removing his underwear completely. He was now completely bare before her, vulnerable as she grabbed the object from beside him, fiddling with what sounded like buckles. He was midway through mentally listing all the possibilities of what she had grabbed when he felt her grab his cock and give it a few tugs, spitting on it as she moved. He bit down on his lip, trying to remain quiet like she had instructed him before he entered the bathroom and he heard her chuckle.

“You can make noise, love. I wanna hear all the pretty noises coming from my pretty boy.” she told him and he sighed in relief, letting out the obscene moan that he had been holding back as she continued to toy with his cock.

“Oh fuuuuck! Thank you Miss!” he cried out as she put her mouth around his cock, feeling her smiling around it as she bobbed her head lightly.

She continued playing with his cock with both her mouth and her hands until he was fully hard, which didn’t take very long as he had still been fairly hard from all the teasing. Once he was fully erect, a bit of precum leaking from the head of his cock, she ripped off the blindfold. He blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the low lamp light and sucked in an excited breath as he took in what she was wearing. Standing between his legs, she had on a strap-on dildo and he knew that it was the one that had a vibrator inside the harness for her.

“Like what you see, baby?” she asked with a coy smile and he nodded, never taking his eyes off of her and the large dildo between her legs.

“Yes, Miss!” he replied, practically shaking with excited anticipation.

“Then beg me, baby.” she ordered, stroking his thighs. “I wanna hear you plead for me to fuck you in the ass.”

“Please peg me Miss! Please fuck me in the ass! I want it so badly, Miss!” he begged, voice wavering with desperation. “Please, please, please, Miss!”

“Alright, baby.” she cooed, picking up the bottle of lube from beside him and beginning to prepare his asshole with her lubed up fingers, her other hand lubing the dildo. “But I want to hear all your noises. Make every single person in this whole apartment building know that you get off from having your girlfriend peg you.”

“Oh, fuck! Yes, Miss! Please fuck me! I oh-” he cried out, his pleads cut off with a strangled gasp as she pushed into him suddenly, burying the dildo to the hilt.

She started slowly, carefully dragging the dildo out until just the tip was still inside him and then pushing back in with a snap of the hips as it slid back home. She began to pick up speed, reaching down to grab his legs and put them over her shoulders so she could get even deeper. Bob’s moans rang through the apartment like the sweetest song and she smiled as she continued to pound into him.

“Are you close after all that teasing, sweetheart?” she asked and he could only nod vigorously, unable to get any words out between the moaning and groaning.

Reaching her hand down to the harness, she switched on the vibrator nestled against her clit, the vibrations lightly vibrating the dildo as well, sending him to new heights of pleasure. After coming earlier and the powerful stimulation of the vibrator directly on her clit, it didn’t take long until she came, hips stuttering as she grasped his thighs tightly, his ankles still over her shoulders. She was panting out the aftershocks of her orgasm as she reached forwards to grasp his erect cock and stroke it lightly

“Oh, Miss please! Please!” he babbled with tears in his eyes, so close to the edge but needing that final push to send him over.

She grasped him by the hips and pulled him up just enough to let the dildo reach his prostate, and he shut his eyes with a loud cry as he came. She kept fucking him through his orgasm, not stopping stroking his cock even as the first hot ropes of his cum erupted from the tip, falling down to paint her hand and his chest. She continued to milk his cock until it was free of every last drop.

They stayed there for a moment, panting together as she looked down at him, his legs still over her shoulders, her strap-on still lodged in his asshole and lightly vibrating, his chest and the intricate rope patterns there covered in his own cum. She reached forwards, swiped her finger across some of the cum and put it into her mouth, smiling at him as she tasted his salty spend.

“Good boy…” she cooed.

#robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #bob #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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Okay but like Steve and his BF getting drunk at like 3am in town with school the next day but they have no cares in the world and like it’s just soft, dancing in the streets and holding hands SCREAM-

More Than Perfect- Steve Harrington

Hi! I love this request so much, and I'm sorry that it's taken me a bit to get to it! Requests are open for Steve, but any request sent after this friday will be queued for September.

Fic type- fluff

warnings- mentions of alcohol use and being drunk

You pressed your back against a lamplight, grinning from ear to ear as you watched Steve animatedly explain something about basketball. Another month and a bit and then you’d graduate, and the knowledge of that fact almost felt surreal. The next step was college in fall of ‘85, but Steve hadn’t expected to have much luck when applying places, and you’d told yourself you’d hold off until August to even think about it, though you didn’t expect to apply anywhere too far outside of Indiana.

“What?” Steve asked as he noticed your expression. He reached out, offering you a hand, which you took. “You look lost in thought, and also like you might kill me if I keep talking.”

You looked at the ground as you laughed, head tilting towards your feet. “No,” you said. “I’m grinning because I’m happy, not because I’m trying to look like the fucking joker. I love the sound of your voice, so I’d be more than happy to have the opportunity to keep hearing it.”

Steve stepped closer, arm bending at the elbow and causing for your hands to switch so that they were facing upwards, opening the opportunity for your fingers to interlace. It was an opportunity that Steve took, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Dance with me,” he whispered into your hair.

You, still very drunk and very prone to some dumb decisions, grinned and nodded.

“If the cops get called because we woke people up, that’s entirely on you,” you said as you followed Steve into the street. He just tossed you a grin, silent laughter lifting his shoulders.

The next minutes, as you danced and laughed with one another, were blissful. Steve spun you, letting you go and watching as you twirled, only to end up at the same lamplight you’d been standing against minutes before.

In a moment of drunken idiocy, total stupidity on your part but the ‘I’m drunk, in love, and everyone who has to hear this will know about it’ kind of stupidity, you forced yourself to take a moment to focus, only to laugh as you spun yourself around it a second later.

“Guess what, idiots!” You shouted. Steves face lit up with shock, though he still grinned. “I am in love with Steve Harrington, and you motherfuckers are just going to have to deal with that!”

Steve was laughing as he walked toward you, taking your hand as the two of you walked toward his place.

“We’re going to regret this tomorrow,” you observed. “Oh my god--the hangover is going to suck.”

“We could always just not go,” Steve offered.

You shook your head, letting your shoulders relax. “We really shouldn’t,” you said. “We’ll deal tomorrow. Grab coffees on the way.”

Steve nodded at that, giving your hand a squeeze.

“I love you,” Steve said.

“I love you too,” you responded, and as the pair of you walked beneath the light of a lamppost, you felt your heart reach contentment, true contentment.

You savored the feeling as you rested your head against Steves shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing it in.

Your life was far off from perfect, but in that moment, it felt like it was more than perfect.

#steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington #stranger things

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Hello!! 1, 4, 10, 18, and 22 for the End of the Year ask game please 😊

ONE Song of the Year: My Spotify Wrapped claims for me it was the Placebo cover of Running Up That Hill, which is admittedly on almost every single one of my playlists, but I think it was actually Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron, because I listened to it a billion times while writing my NaNo project.

FOUR Movie of the Year: The Boy and the Heron, both because it was great and also it was the only good theater experience I had all year that wasn't a rerelease like Titanic and The Lion King lol, people at our home theater are very poorly behaved. ;;

TEN Something that Made You Cry This Year: LOL WELL I lost my job a couple weeks ago and that has been some VERY MIXED EMOTIONS including a lot of hysterical crying. It was an extremely toxic work place I was trying to get out of anyway (museum board full of old white men who hated me, boss is/was an alcoholic mean girl - no exaggeration, has driven home drunk from work lunches with her kid in the car and been blackout throwing up in her office after work events - who had a toady work bff who also hated me, no health insurance, making $26/hr despite having an MA and living somewhere where rents start at $2,000 a month) but my boss basically reamed me out right before Thanksgiving telling me I was the worst person ever, had a bunch of provably false claims about how bad an employee I was (never meeting deadlines, making other people do my work for me, never attending events or suggesting ideas for programs, all bullshit I had ample evidence to refute) and told me I could either quit now and be paid through February or be on like mega probation indefinitely, so I came back from the holiday like alright I quit, they're like cool actually this is a budgetary thing and not at all personal, we're SO SORRY this didn't work out also we can only afford to pay you through mid January, so now I'm unemployed applying to a million jobs and scared about money but also I'm free??? So there's been a lot of on and off weeping/grieving and it's kinda ruined the holidays for me lol. But also hopefully it'll pivot to a much better paying and stable job somewhere closer to home, so fingers crossed.

Don't get into the museum field, folks, it sucks here.

EIGHTEEN A Memorable Meal This Year: For Valentine's Day, @heystovepipeboys and I made a bunch of recipes from Last Dinner on the Titanic, which was SUPER FUN. I love historic cooking/baking and have had the cookbook forever, but had never made anything from it before and everything was INCREDIBLE. We made cream of barley soup, chicken Lyonnaise, chateau potatoes and asparagus, and then got eclairs from a bakery near us and the Harney & Sons Titanic tea blend, which is supposed to be similar to the special blend they served on the ship. We listened to period music the whole time we cooked and then we went to see Titanic in theaters for its anniversary rerelease.

TWENTY TWO Favorite Place You Visited This Year: hmmm very tough call. My parents very generously took the fam on a Disney cruise to Alaska this summer which was a childhood dream of mine, and wifey and I had an awesome trip to Old Sturbridge Village in MA for their Halloween event, which was probably the best Halloween themed thing I've ever done. They set up the museum with a bunch of themed performances by a bunch of traveling circus performers who are Definitely Not Vampires and everything was really spooky and fun. Would super recommend if anyone is looking for fun Halloween things to do in New England next year.

Thank you for the ask!! Hope you are enjoying a relaxing end to this weird year.

#ask meme

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you didn’t mind night shifts; they’re quiet, not many people to serve, and the ones that did enter didn’t give you much trouble. Customers were mostly limited to salarymen working in the large skyscraper next door. Shuffling in at late hours in the evening, eyebags painfully prominent and answers curt. They never stayed for very long, you’d see them for a week, two, three at the very most after which they would simply not come any more.

you didn’t blame them.

there was one person, however, who had been showing up every night at the exact same hour since the day you first started. The two of you seemed to have had your first shift on that exact same day. He could tell from the way your face scrunched up when trying to figure out why the machine didn’t scan his instant meal and how to apply the discount he had given you the coupon for. He was patient, not rushing and biding you to take your time.

since then, at 2 am every night for the past month, you would have his usual order ready for him to pick up at the till. The time saved looking for the items, he would spend making idle conversation with you. His voice was comforting and he never seemed to say things just for the sake of saying them. The fact that he was easy on the eyes was just another bonus.

you had started to wait for him to come, looking at the clock, heart pounding as the hours slowly passed. you’d look in the mirror under the desk at 1:40, making sure everything was in place, tucking away stray strands and assuming a nonchalant position. but he could tell, you knew he could and yet, apart from a gentle knowing smile he never brought it up.

the sound of the bell made you almost jump.

“hello.”

the always comforting voice rang out throughout the store, steps hurriedly moving towards the till. you stood to your feet and gave him a smile “rough day huh?”

he sighed, pulling the leather wallet from his back pocket “it’s not good to be doing so many night shifts, you know.” he muttered, counting the coins.

shrugging, you scanned his items and opened the till “pot calling the kettle.” his fingers brushed against the palm of your hand as he handed you the money, his ever observant eyes catching the light flush that spread across your cheeks as they did.

“I can say that now,” he paused for a moment, measuring his words “it’s my last shift.”

the words seemed to hit you harder than acknowledged, the only sound in the store being the crinkling of the instant meal and the flickering lightbulb your manager had promised to fix a month ago. You laughed, fingers shaking as you reached to give him his change “Is,Is,” steadying your voice you lifted the coins in your palm “Is that so?”

the clatter on the floor made you swear under your breath, immediately rushing from behind the counter to pick them up “Sorry,” you mumbled, not noticing him kneel down beside “I guess I’m tired.”

looking up, you could see his eyes trained on you and you were suddenly all too aware of your quivering bottom lip, your burning cheeks, your eyes starting to fill with tears. Nanami had always been a comfort to you, making the night shift just that much bearable, you didn’t realise he had grown to be so much more.

but he had and he was somewhat happy his going away was making you flustered, it gave him courage to ask something he had been brooding on the entire week.

“Do you have tomorrow off?”

raising to your feet, you pass the change to him “What’s that?”

“You’re not working tomorrow,correct?”

“No, my manager said it’s been too many night shifts and I’m basically forced to take a break even though I told him I don’t need a break but he’s just so-!”

“Join me for dinner.”

you didn’t mind night shifts; they’re quiet.

━━━━━━♡♥♡━━━━━━

#I’m in love with this man #my type? tired salarymen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami jjk #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff #fluff #xreader

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thecurioustale · 8 months

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Switching Between Writing Sci-Fi & Fantasy

When I returned to Tumblr two weeks ago, I put out a call for folks to ask any questions they have about my work, my writing process, my writing style, or my takes as an author, or to suggest topics they'd like me to write about! Please consider this your occasional friendly reminder! I may not be famous, but I am an author, and here's your chance to tap the mind of one!

In that spirit, another great question I got from @fipindustries is:

How does it feel like to switch gears from fantasy to science fiction back and forth?

For me, this experience of switching over is a very strong discontinuity! The shock can only be mitigated by being spread out over time with, at minimum, a good night's sleep in between, or, more often, a span of a few days or more.

It's almost unheard of for me to work on both The Curious Tale and Galaxy Federal in the same day. If I work on one, that's basically the only one I'm working on that day. In fact, that's probably the only one I'm working on the next day, too—or the day after that.

When I'm in my fantasy mindset, I tend to stay there for days and sometimes weeks. Same goes for my sci-fi mindset. It's like getting magnetized: I become strongly aligned in one particular direction.

Even though you could read my fantasy and my sci-fi and say "Yep, these come from the same author," they are very different works in so many ways. As a "world," The Curious Tale is more romantic, more magical, more adventuresome, more epic, and more mysterious (I think). Galaxy Federal, in contrast, is more like a showcase of concepts that I find fascinating, woven together into an ambling plot and paired with an attempt to paint a picture of a future that I'd actually want to live in.

(I should specify that this technically only applies to the Galaxy Federal inaugural novel that I am working on, and not to Galaxy Federal in general. I actually envision Galaxy Federal, as a series, to have a lot of room for tonal diversity in it. For instance, I could see myself also doing like a noir crime story or something. The Curious Tale, on the other hand, has a pretty consistent tonality all the way throughout, if you don't count Empire on Ice, so no caveat is needed.)

What will inevitably happen, then, is that eventually—and usually pretty gradually—I'll get an itch to work on either my sci-fi story or my fantasy story. I'll eventually begin working on it, at least for that day and possibly for weeks. At some point, I'll begin losing steam. I won't lose interest in the actual story or setting, but the writing itself will become more difficult and less inspired for me. What usually happens next is that I'll have an itch around the same time to work on the other thing—give or take a few days or sometimes weeks of rest in between, where my desire to do any writing at all is low.

I've noticed that it's almost like a swinging pendulum, and, having noticed this, in more recent times I've begun to get better at seeing when my "steam" for one is subsiding and the other is rising.

What I typically don't do is try to buck this momentum and forcibly switch to the other story when I'm engrossed in the groove of the one. In fact it's almost like anathema to me in those moments to imagine stopping work on the story I'm working on and switching to the other. In this sense you might begin to notice some of the soft boundaries that mark out my limitations as a creative writer. I can force myself to switch—I've tried it—but I would characterize the experience is jarring and unpleasant.

Currently, I've been on a Galaxy Federal kick for about three weeks or so after months of mainly focusing on After The Hero (the central novel of The Curious Tale). During this past week, even though I've written upwards of 10,000 new words, I've begun to find my results less satisfying, and, tellingly, the writing is becoming harder. This suggests that the pendulum is swinging back the other way, and that I'll be working on The Curious Tale again soon enough.

It doesn't always happen, though. Sometimes I'll run out of steam for one, have an inert period, and then my next head of steam will actually be for the same story again. This typically happens more often with After The Hero, which has many different character POVS and multiple different stories happening in parallel as entry points for me to get inspired to write about. In contrast, the Galaxy Federal Inaugural Novel for all intents and purposes only has one character point-of-view: It's all Cherry all the time for virtually the entire novel. And there's only one story happening, albeit a big one. But you can see that there are fewer entry points for me to get inspired to write about. Also, Galaxy Federal is the second fiddle to my fantasy work. It's a worthy and legitimate work in its own right, and I can imagine a world where it's actually the more popular of my two series, but The Curious Tale will always be a little bit closer to my spark.

#The Curious Tale #After The Hero #Galaxy Federal #Switching between two series with very different tonalities and vibes is jarring

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deepautumncolors · 1 year

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💅🏻 ~Manicure Monday~ 💅🏻

Hi everyone! We’ve had some unseasonably warm weather for a few days over the past two weeks, but this week it’s going to drop back down to temperatures in the fifties. Since it’s also going to be rainy and cloudy for the most part, I decided to paint my nails with a polish that’s a little darker while still being a pretty color for the springtime.

This lovely color is called Purple with a Purpose. I can’t seem to find much information about it on the internet, but I did find out that it was released in the OPI Brights Collection for the summer of 2005. Even though it’s almost twenty years old, they are still making it and I found it at a store right here where I live. This is one of the seven new bottles that I bought myself last month. I would describe this color as royal purple, and it really does make me feel like a queen! It has tiny pink and blue flecks that give it a beautiful shimmery finish. I started out wearing two coats because that’s what I usually do, but this morning I added a third one in order to cover up some of the dents that I accidentally made in them last night.

I have some lighter purples and some darker ones, but I haven’t owned a purple in the middle like this until now. I can’t believe it took me this long to find one, but I’m glad I finally did! The formula was very easy to apply, which is what I expected. I normally have an easier time applying shimmers than cremes, but that could just be me. My toenails have been bare for the past few months, so I put a couple coats on those too in case we have an unexpected warm day or two sometime in the next month and I want to wear flip-flops. You’re probably thinking, “When is this girl going to shut up and show us the pictures already?” so here they are.

Shade:

Today it rained and hailed, and then the sun came out after I took my first set of pictures so I went back outside and took some more. You can see the pink undertones in the sunlight!

Sunlight:

What do you think of this purple? Do you think it’s regal or regular? Don’t forget to check out my OOTD posts to see what color clothes I wear with this polish all week, and I will review another new color in two weeks!

#nail polish #OPI #nails #manicure #notd

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Your Protection - Part Seven

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Summary: You work as a cashier in a small convenience store, and your days are completely, painfully normal. After a particularly bad run-in with a rude customer, your life gets flipped upside down, and the only one who you can count on ends up being a complete stranger – Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning, loss/grief, rude/abusive customer interaction, swearing – these warnings are for this series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: It's hard to believe, but we're at the end! I had only planned for 7 parts of this, but I'm already starting the planning for the sequel. I can't say when it will be done due to irl responsibilities I've had lately, but I hope to have it finished as soon as possible! Thank you all so much for reading!! 🥰

(also very sorry for the last part not being uploaded on Sunday, the previously mentioned irl responsibilities have been kicking my ass a bit lol)

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted to my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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The motel room was silent as the two brothers packed their belongings into their bags. Another hunt was done, another monster was killed, but there was no celebration. Instead, Sam kept a wary eye on his older brother, who was white-knuckling everything he picked up, throwing it harshly into his bag.

“You know, we could stay–”

Dean interrupted his brother, turning to give him a severe glare. “Don’t. Don’t do the whole Sam thing where you try and make me talk it out.”

“Dean, she almost died for this hunt! The least we can do is stay until we know she’s better.” Sam’s packing was wholly forgotten, his attention entirely focused on his brother, who seemed to be near ready to crack. “She’s called you four times.”

“I know,” Dean answered, his voice cracking. He turned back to throw more clothes into the duffel sitting at the end of his bed, trying to ignore Sam’s frustratingly imploring gaze. Sometimes his brother’s sincerity made him that much more punchable. Right now, it was the last thing he needed. The guilt was already eating away at him, and he didn’t need it anymore. “The best thing for her is for us to get as far away as possible.”

Sam sat down on the edge of his own bed, scoffing at Dean’s pitiful excuse. “And you think that she can have a normal life if we do that? She practically threw herself into hunting, so you’d be an idiot to think she’d stop even if we go.” He stared at his brother’s back for a moment, expecting an answer, but one never came. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Bull.”

“Sam, she was almost killed because we didn’t get it right. We leave, and maybe she goes back to working the register at that place. She meets some new friends…a guy.” Dean’s entire body was tense, and he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. “She doesn’t know how to look for cases, so there’s no reason she would keep hunting.”

Sam’s brows furrowed, but he could see he would get nowhere with this argument. The only thing he could do was finish packing and hope that this wouldn’t make Dean fall into a self-pity spiral for the next month. Dean moved towards the door, not sparing Sam another word or glance. However, he stopped in his tracks when he opened the door.

You stood in the doorway, your fist raised mid-knock, and when you saw him, it instead formed an accusatory finger that you harshly pointed into his chest. “What the hell, Dean?!”

“What…?” He was speechless. You were the last person he expected to be busting down his door, especially in your condition. It was apparent that you were barely back to full strength. Your skin was still deathly pale, your eyes glassy, but there you stood, filled with fury. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll load the car,” Sam quickly said, rushing past the two of you and out the door.

You forced yourself further into the motel room, making Dean step back further if he didn’t want you to run right into him. “I wake up in the hospital, and you’re nowhere to be found. I call, no answer. Hell, the nurse didn’t even know who had dropped me off. So I come here to find out what the hell is wrong with you, and you’re leaving ?” Your chest heaved with the effort of yelling at him, but you continued nonetheless, completely unable to restrain yourself. “I lied to a detective just to cover your asses so that you weren’t suspects, and yet you’re already one foot out the door.”

“I’m sor–”

“Does it look like I’m even close to done?!” As you continued verbally ripping into him, you’d unwittingly backed him further and further into the room until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed. However, you were on the warpath, and he had to resign himself to sitting on the foot of his bed, waiting until you were done with your tirade. “You arrogant, selfish ass ! I know why you’re trying to avoid me, and it’s a stupid reason.”

Dean’s chest puffed with some indignation, and he crossed his arms. “Oh, your life is a stupid reason? Because everything that I told you would happen did happen! You almost died!”

“Tell yourself what you want, Dean. I’m not stupid, and the drowning sure as hell didn’t cause brain damage. You’re leaving because you’re scared.”

“Scared?” Now it was Dean’s turn to stand up, but you didn’t back down. You were chest to chest, and his face was only a few inches from your own as he returned your aggressive tone. “Clearly, you don’t know anything about me because it takes more than a damn nixie to scare me.”

The angry response died in your throat as you took in how close the two of you were, and your eyes scanned his face. Surely whatever had been there before wasn’t completely gone, and you just needed to know. Waking up in the hospital room alone had felt like whiplash, and now your emotions were entirely out of whack.

Finally, you managed to find your voice again, and what came out was more dejected than angry. “I woke up alone, and all I could think about was what happened to you. You say that you’re worried about me, but you never once thought about how I would feel.” You swiped away the rogue tear that escaped and looked into his eyes; a frown settled onto your lips. “How worried about you I would be. How scared I would be with you gone. I mean, what was the point of the coffee shop, of comforting me after my nightmare, if you were just going to leave? I had my own grief to work through, my own issues. I didn’t need the extra confusion on top of it.”

“That wasn’t…” Dean trailed off, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. Clearly, you’d stumped him. He sighed, “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well, you did.”

“You won’t have to worry about me much longer.”

He went to walk past you, but you quickly grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, tugging him to you. You don’t know what had gotten into you, but before you could think better of it, you kissed him. It was rough and awkward with your noses bumping, your chin knocking with his. It only lasted a moment before you broke away, but Dean wasted no time closing the distance again, bringing you back to him with a hand at the nape of your neck. The second kiss was much less rushed, but the desperation was palpable. The hand that gripped your waist was almost bruising with how much he clung to you.

When you stopped to gasp for air, you managed to wheeze out, “I want to worry about you, and I want to give whatever this is a try. I didn’t come here just to chew you out. I also came to make you stay.”

“I can’t stay.” Dean’s forehead fell against your own, and his eyes were gloomy. “Sam and I…this is our life. We hunt, and then we move on.”

“Then I want to come with you.” You saw him object before he could even get the words out, and you silenced him with another short peck, whispering against his lips, “Unless you can honestly tell me there’s nothing here between us, then I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean stalled, clearly irritated by the ultimatum you’d just given him. “You know there is.”

“Then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“What about your apartment? Your job? You have a life here, and you’re just going to up and leave?”

“Yep,” you answered simply, a small smile on your face. “My life here is contingent on an apartment where I live alone and a job I hate. It’s not a hard ask.”

He paused, seemingly considering it. You could see the cogs of his mind turning, trying to think about it, and you knew if he thought about it too much, he’d psyche himself out – again. So you let go of your grip on his jacket, moving your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, finally allowing them to settle at the nape of his neck to play with his hair.

When you placed an open-mouthed kiss on the junction where his jaw met his neck, he groaned, “That’s not fair. This is bribery.”

“All you do is complain and complain,” you teased, placing a quick nip in the same place. “I’m getting impatient for your answer, so hurry it up.”

“Okay,” he answered, putting his hands on your hips to gently push you away and end your playful assault. “You can come with us.”

Your face lit up. Although you had been hoping, deep down, you hadn’t expected him to relent. You thought his stubbornness would win out in the end, and you’d only have these last few days to remember. You threw yourself back at him, wrapping him into an embrace as tears fell down your cheeks.

He held you tightly as you continued to cry into the crook of his shoulder. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears,” you confirmed. “And Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever do this shit again, I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’d love to see you try,” he chuckled.

You helped him with the last few things he needed to pack and then headed out to the car. Sam was still standing by the trunk when you exited the room, and he grinned when he saw you by Dean’s side. The Impala’s trunk was still open, waiting for Dean’s duffel to be placed inside where it belonged. You wondered if you would get your own duffel after a while.

When Dean closed the trunk, Sam turned to you with an apprehensive look. “So, you think you’ll be alright here without us?”

“Oh, I don’t know how I’ll manage. I’ll struggle every day!” You melodramatically clutched at your chest, faking despair. “Without my heroes, I will be forced to be verbally assaulted in the chip aisle! Nay, I will crumble under pressure and become a shut-in!”

“Alright, drama queen.” Dean rolled his eyes as he steered you away from Sam and the trunk and opened the back door of the Impala for you. “Get in before I change my mind.”

You kissed him on the cheek and got in the car, smirking. “You know you love it.”

Dean got into the car, ignoring Sam’s bewildered expression, and motioned over to the passenger seat. “You just gonna stand there or what?”

Sam snapped out of it and scrambled into the passenger seat, still completely shocked. You caught his eyes flicking back towards your face in the rearview mirror before looking back at Dean. You both ignored it as Dean started the Impala, the engine turning over loudly.

As you left the city limits, you couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on your face while you watched the speeding scenery outside the window. By no means were you through any of the grief or the trauma of the last few days, but on the open road with the Winchesters, you started to feel like things were falling into place for you. Thinking about the days ahead no longer filled you with insurmountable dread. At that moment, you felt okay, and that was all that you needed.

You were going to be okay.

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The sequel to this series is out now! Read it on AO3 or...

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luverofralts · 1 year

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Arkhelios University

Elaine nervously surveyed the ballroom, looking for danger. To her surprise, she couldn’t find even the slightest hint of something wrong. Roman and Abe were still clothed, Theo wasn’t starting fires and Nathan wasn’t ranting and raving bigoted remarks in front of the sovereign of all demons. It was all too good to be true.

Roman’s three children while not causing trouble, were wandering aimlessly down the halls looking for something to do. Their father was busy shaking hands and thanking guests, so Elaine decided to intervene before they got into any trouble.

“Theo! You two! Go dance near your godmother or you’ll be sitting next to me and Grandpa Launce while we discuss our financial planning for the month.”

Theo didn’t understand what those words meant, but he knew from experience how tedious it was to have to listen to his grandmother ramble on about good universities he should be working towards applying to one day or how to network with the other kindergartners. He loved dancing and would gladly dance with his sisters if it meant escaping his grandmother.

Elaine watched her grandchildren scamper off to become Ulyssa’s problem. Another scan of the room revealed Nathan to be happily spinning his ex-girlfriend around, looking almost happy for once in his life. Both of them were smiling and well behaved, something Elaine didn’t believe her son was capable of anymore. Cindra was a nice girl, and very close with her father, so Elaine didn’t want to push Nathan towards her, even if he seemed to be happy with her. Launce would murder Nathan if he hurt his daughter, and Elaine didn’t want their family dynamic to be ruined whenever Nathan decided to be horrible again. It was a situation she would be keeping an eye one either way. Her sons had unfortunately inherited the worst traits of their father and needed a stern hand to guide them at times.

“Enjoy this professionally thrown together mess of a cake,” Roman said, nearly stabbing his husband with a fork when trying to feed him cake. “I could have easily made something much better, but we can’t offend the castle staff.” “Yours are professional level too,” Abe replied, wiping his face. “Easily better than this, no contest. After the baby comes and we get settled, everyone will be fighting to employ you or visit your own store.”

“Right.”

Roman smiled sadly, fighting down his frustration on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. None of the food was what he wanted and the decorations had all been selected by some royal committee. He had been hoping to do some of the baking himself and impress his aristocratic guests so that he could network like Elaine always urged him to. The cake at least was allowed to be white, which was one small win.

“I’ve had worse cake,” Abe stated, poking at the slice he’d picked up. “The music is nice too. Very formal.”

“Nothing like we wanted though. This isn’t a celebration of our love; it’s an obligation Maura’s using for PR. Our names aren’t even on the wedding menu, it’s just “Her Majesty’s Guests”. I wanted to have something special with you after everything we’ve been through.”

“And you will.”

Roman’s blood froze in his veins upon recognizing the voice that called to him. He thought Lucy had said something about the sovereign being on the grounds, but she’d been in such a rush to disappear down the hall with a pretty woman that she didn’t take the time to explain.

“Your Majesty,” Roman greeted, bowing formally and nudging Abe to do the same.

“Your demon ceremony will be very personal,” the head of all demons declared. “Blood magic is the most personal magic there is. We celebrate your ancestry and join you and your partner into one bloodline, indivisible from then on. I trust that Lucy has passed on my decree about your ceremony?”

Roman nodded quickly and the woman produced two champagne glasses. She gave one to Roman and kept the other for herself, giving Abe an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry that your condition limits your ability to join our toast,” she said quickly. “You should save a bottle to enjoy when the child has come. The palace has outdone themselves for this silly little event.”

Abe tried not to look terrified at the thought of this woman knowing about his pregnancy and calling attention to it. Considering how interested she was in the son they already had, Abe had a sinking feeling that she might be just as interested in this new child.

“To your future,” she said, raising her glass.

Roman raised his in response and tried to smile.

“To the future.”

Elaine had lost track of Lucy, but still had eyes on her sons. If Ulyssa wasn’t missing as well, then Elaine figured that wherever Lucy currently was, she wasn’t causing irreparable damage to their family name and Arkhelios’ standing in the world. Maybe if she found someone at the reception, Lucy would end the travesty of a relationship she was carrying on with her boss. Maybe she would find someone proper to marry and be the brilliant heir Elaine knew she could be.

What her mother didn’t know was that her newest fling was the married crown princess of Strangetown, but what her mother didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt her.

Elaine’s eyes locked on Roman, the adopted into the family son she not so secretly preferred to her own children. He was locked in a deep conversation with the woman that she referred to as the Devil, even though her daughter begged her not to. As much as she trusted Roman’s instincts when it came to parenting and running a household, she knew that the boy was blinded when it came to his family or strange creatures claiming to know his family. A creature like that couldn’t be trusted. Elaine just knew that there was more to this little conversation she was observing, but how much more? Surely Roman wasn’t interested in making a deal like Oriana had and this horrible creature did help pay for Theo’s tuition. Was she blackmailing them for more money? Elaine vowed to corner her daughter and try to get the truth out of her when they went home. She could always afford to spend more money on her grandson if her favourite child (and Abe) were being blackmailed or financially threatened.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Roman Bellamy #Abe chun #elaine helios #nathan chun #Cindra Durant #Theo Bellamy #sim: theo bellamy #sim: anneken toyonaga

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