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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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Just curious and i like hearing your thoughts on this stuff. May i ask what aspect of steddie fanon you're referring to (which don't fit IRL queer culture so accurately)?

Ahaha...okay so. IMPORTANT NOTE: fandom is not that crucial, do whatever you want, run free through daisy fields of whatever headcanons and characterizations you please. Also, fic is not real life and that's okay!!

That being said, fandom can get slightly weird about sex, especially queer sexual cultures and especially historical queer sexual cultures. I mean, I get it! Our current hegemonic understanding of sexuality is actually pretty recent; I studied sexuality from a sociological perspective as part of my undergrad degree, focusing on moral panics (gosh I wonder why Eddie's character arc appeals to me! so mysterious!), and I know just enough to know that I don't know shit. So I certainly don't expect anyone to be doing paradigm-shifting sociohistorical research for a fic. That would be ridiculous.

All of this is leading up to say that based on 1) the relayed experiences of queer mentors who were in the scene in the 80s 2) the secondary sources I’ve researched 3) personally having many gay male friends who love oversharing through the last ~15 years, I believe that if canon-compliant gay Eddie Munson is a virgin, it’s largely by choice.

I've seen it suggested that Eddie's poor academic performance and nerdy interests would be, essentially, a dick deterrent. And like...I enjoy Eddie’s weirdo loser vibe as much as the next fan. I fully support him not being in any way smooth or cool with boys. But even when I myself was in my late teens/early twenties, many of my closest friends were awkward nerdy twinks who absolutely managed to get laid every weekend because MSM* hookup culture is eternal.

And in the early 80s, when Eddie would’ve been in his late teens, MSM hookup culture was at its peak. AIDS still wasn’t being taken that seriously, and transmission etc. wasn’t really understood because…well, you know this story. It’s not a good story. Fuck Reagan.

In short, I really can’t emphasize enough how certain types of sexual contact were extremely available for men seeking sex with men. A pretty young thing like Eddie could have literally as much sex as he wanted. Nobody is asking him for a high school transcript or anything about his hobbies, they’re asking if he tops.

Now, would Eddie actually participate in the hookup culture of the time? That's a more complicated and speculative question, and not actually what you asked, but I'm going to talk about it briefly anyway.

In the 'yes' column: he has his own vehicle**, zero supervision, and a penchant for risky behavior.

In the 'no' column: the boy has at least three extremely involved hobbies eating up his spare time and energy; he's also a not-so-secret romantic.

Personally, I can see the pseudo-intimacy appealing to Eddie's tendency to keep people at arm's length, and I think it’s very plausible for him to be curious and experimental enough to want to explore a bit. I tend to land on 'tried it a few times, doesn't make a habit of it' in my backstories. I also tend to hint at the softer, friendlier side of hookup culture in my fics, just because I don’t often see it represented.

Of course it’s like any other scene, there are bad actors and generally shitty people/situations, and sometimes the MSM scene specifically can be a bit of a soul-draining meat market. (ETA, because I am not white and neither are the vast majority of my friends and I felt increasingly weird not mentioning it even though it's not relevant to Eddie's situation: the scene is often also super racist, among other things! But that's a whooole other complicated kettle of fish, and again, not relevant to Eddie's situation.)

But there’s also space for casual sex to be part of a friendly relationship, in a way that I don’t really see in hetero circles. It’s hard to explain. It’s one of those dynamics that basically never shows up in mainstream media at all, so I absolutely don’t blame fics that don’t show it either. It’s just one of those things.

This is a step to the left, but I recommend checking out Dykes To Watch Out For: it’s practically an anthropological document depicting dyke culture in the 80s, it’s often funny as hell, and it’s just a fantastically detailed and relatively accessible window into a particular way of life that doesn’t really exist anymore.

*MSM = men who have sex with men. It’s a sociological designation; not everyone in this category identifies as gay, bi, queer, etc. It may be useful to think about sexuality as having three distinct components: behavior, identity, and desire. The term “MSM” puts focus on the behavioral aspect, because it’s most relevant in this context.

**As someone who has experienced several other countries' driving cultures, I just want to emphasize to non-Americans how willing many Americans are to drive for multiple hours for basically any reason whatsoever.

#askbox #GOD this got long #I will absolutely delete this and go on a blocking spree with zero notice if it sparks any discourse whatsoever #I'm not even tagging it as meta #I just get so freaking paranoid when talking about sex/sexuality publicly on this hellsite #ETA new tag:#ST meta for TS

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starrysharks · 8 months

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ive sent like 20 asks to you atp but i really love ur art soooo so so so much like ur like my biggest inspiration fr like seriously i could blab all day abt how much i love your art and your arts almost singlehandedly motivated me to start working on shape language more bc i think thats like the key part of your art (to me at least) and youre like the true embodiment of "same face syndrome fears me" but like fr because all your ocs are so distinct and unique

do you have any tips on creating unique silhouettes / just general character design tips?? also id love to hear abt how your use of shapes and shape language evolved over time if ur fine sharing that!!

ok this is literally the sweetest ask ever like first off thank you so much ;_; i'm glad i was able 2 inspire you!!!

for me if you look at my old art there's little to no focus on shape language cuz i wanted to express a 'pointy' animeish style. examples are from 2020, 2021 respectively

as you can see i did NOT flip my canvas and my art was samey as hell,,, but in 2021 i started going for softer colors and shapes rather than points and spikes and brighter shapes. but, if you were to look through all of my art from either era, you'd see it's identical cuz i didn't care for shape language. this went on for quite a while :,)

then i discovered worlds end club in late 2021 and everything changed !!! i watched playthroughs cuz i didn't have a means to play at the time, and decided on making my artstyle a blend of cartoony and animeish - which ended up in choosing more expensive silhouettes and faces in turn

honestly i'm too tired to actually chronicle my artstyle change so i'll just skip to late 2022 in this timeline, sorry 😭

so by now has my artstyle evolved into aomwthing super cool n expressive ? no actually i think my art got worse in late 2022

as you can see, my colors got super washed out and i didn't really take risks, i guess? but i was finally starting to come into my own in terms of artstyle and was finally acknowledging shape language a little bit.

very early 2023 is the same, so let's skip to the one thing that changed my artstyle - the big 8 lineups

suddenly everybody was like 'wow your shapes are so good!!!' this was because i had tried to challenge myself with character design in these drawings. so i tried to emphasise interesting shapes more - using a technique where i'd just take an interesting shape or line that corresponded with a character's personality and repeating it as much as i could across the design.

like this deep cut art, where i tried to 'dial up'their already exaggerated shapes and design aspects (such as making frye's pants sag more or changing up shiv's hair. big man is perfect and needs no changes)

but this journey is still not over because a few months ago i rewatched all of panty and stocking and watched clone high for the first time, and both of these shows emphasise shapes a LOT in their designs, and i picked those up. here's art from a few months ago - in short, i tried to find the 'focal point' of the design, something that set it apart from other designs with similar body types or clothing, and built around that, if it makes sense? here's some art that i think expresses that well

comparing the new quintet art to the old one, i think you can also see that i started to try and use different body shapes and shapes in general (such as clyde having a more triangular build ig) . and tumblr doesn't let me add more pictures so this is where the overview ends !

my advice is - watch and rewatch anything that might inspire you, because it has the ability to push you in the right direction. for technical tips, id say -

draw different body types and age ranges (often times same face syndrome is born from only drawing the same age range, usually 15-20 for most sufferers)

play around with style - do you want a more western inspired style or something more akin to modern anime ? maybe something entirely different! try drawing in different styles that you like and see which ones stick

research fashion if only a little bit - it can help understand visually pleasing silhouettes (such as the famous big jacket or big pants silhouettes)

speaking of big jacket or big pants, contrast is key !!! top or bottom heavy designs are an easy way to express personality and an expressive silhouette ig

ummm thaz it ithink. once again thank you for your kind words and remember to take advice from multiple artists im just one guy!! i hope anything in here helped or was at least interesting to read

#ask zeno #zeno's art #long post #old art

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abstractnaturaldisaster · 1 year

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I’m so sorry this is an angsty one again but it ends hopefully (and the whole fic ends happy I promise, no bummers 2k23).

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Also on AO3!

Robin was running late. It wasn’t unusual but she did try to make an effort for Steve who was way too understanding about it. She had overslept and by the time she was up, Steve had already made a pot of coffee and left for the studio. Robin poured the rest into a travel mug and sped out the door texting Steve she was on her way.

“Steve! I’m so sorry I totally missed my alarm.” She said as she ran back into the small back office.

“It’s all good,” Steve answered. He seemed off to Robin. She started getting set up at the front to go through and organize Steve’s books and work on the shop’s instagram when she noticed that Steve hadn’t picked up Eddie’s flowers yet.

“Are you going to grab lunch with Eddie today?” Robin asked.

“Oh, no. Probably not. I mean he’s probably busy with Valentine’s orders or whatever.”

Robin knew something was wrong then. Steve and Eddie had been hanging out pretty regularly since their happy hour and Robin couldn’t remember the last time they didn’t at least drop off lunch for each other on busy days. “Do you need to run over to pick up your bouquet? The front desk is looking a little bare.”

“Not today, Robs.” Steve answered.

“Okay, Steve, now I know something is wrong. What’s up? Did Eddie do something?”

“No, I mean. It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Steve said.

“Steve, I’m here if you need me.” Robin patted his shoulder.

“I just thought he was different. Like he got what I was doing here, Robin,” Steve sighed. “I mean we were hanging out and I showed him some of my sketches of his flowers and told him how much I think they’d be a great tattoo for him and I dunno he got super standoffish about it. He just kind of left and honestly I can’t deal with trying to validate myself and my art to someone else. I’m just so tired of it.”

Robin took Steve in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, babe. He seemed like he wouldn’t be the type. I had no idea.”

“It’s fine, Robin. I mean I guess I should have expected it with his whole metal vibe or whatever.” Steve said. “I’ll be okay. I’m mostly used to it. I gotta go get ready for my client.” Steve stood and walked out of the back room to start preparing the space for his appointment.

Robin was at a loss. Eddie had honestly seemed so different from the last few people Steve had been interested in. She felt like she was missing pieces. Robin didn’t want to betray Steve’s trust but also she didn’t want Steve to lose Eddie. She decided to text Chrissy a code red to meet at a coffee shop nearby asap.

Chrissy showed up shortly after Robin had ordered and sat down. “Hey Robin. I’m going to hear you out because you’re my friend out but I’m pretty pissed at Steve.”

“We’re on the same page, Chris. I had half a mind to go yell at Eddie first but I’m worried about Steve and I think maybe there’s something he’s missing.” Robin said. “Can we just talk through what happened? I have a feeling our boys are being purposefully dense about something.”

“I didn’t get much out of Eddie. He was in quite the mood this morning. But I can maybe help decipher some of the Eddieisms,” Chrissy answered.

“Perfect. Okay so here’s what I know. Steve and Eddie were hanging out last night. Steve’s been working on these sketches of Eddie’s flowers because he’s terrible at expressing his feelings like a normal person. I guess he showed them to Eddie and Eddie gave him shit about it when Steve said he’d like to tattoo Eddie.”

“All I got out of Eddie was that he thought Steve was a pretentious shit about tattoos. He was grumbling all morning about rich kids and not understanding growing up without access to everything.”

Robin was starting to put the pieces together. Steve had grown up in a pretty wealthy suburb of Chicago and his parents had supported him for most of his life. It was only when he’d decided to become a tattoo artist that he lost that support and he was still a little bit of an idiot about money.

“Chrissy, I’m going to share something pretty personal about Steve and I’m only doing this because I think this was all a giant misunderstanding and if you or Eddie use this information to hurt Steve they will never find your bodies.”

“Understood.” Chrissy answered.

“So, Steve doesn’t ever tattoo friends or family. It’s something he has held absolutely firm on since he apprenticed. He tells people it’s because he doesn’t want to have to look at his work all the time or jokes that he’d just find flaws in it and want to fix it. Knowing Steve, I think that’s just part of the issue. I think he’s scared to give something so permanent to someone. He’s had a lot of people just leave him and I don’t think he could stand it if he tattooed a friend and they left. He takes his work super seriously. I know he can come off as an asshole but he’s had to build up a pretty thick skin doing the type of tattoos he does. He’s gotten a lot of shit for being too feminine. It sounds like he took whatever reaction Eddie had to their talk yesterday as a rejection of him. Steve’s worked so hard to be comfortable with himself and he definitely already thought Eddie was way too cool for him so I think his ego is probably a little bit bruised.” Robin knew she had been monologuing so she took a breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding and drank some of her coffee.

“Robin, I can’t promise anything, but I will talk to Eddie.”

“That’s all I want. I’m sorry I know this is a super weird place for us to be but I think maybe the guys just need a little help getting over themselves.” Robin said.

Chrissy was glad Robin had told her about what Steve said. Eddie was kind of closed book but before he’d gotten to know Steve, Eddie would be a little judgy about the fancy studio and the cost. Eddie had tattoos but they were mostly things friends gave him in exchange for his help moving or to commemorate a big show or something. He’d never really had money to invest in any bigger tattoos. Chrissy knew Eddie hadn’t grown up rich but other than that her knowledge of his childhood was pretty limited. Even over the years Chrissy had known Eddie she’d only picked up small pieces of Eddie’s upbringing. He didn’t share a lot but he grew up with pretty shitty parents. His mom had died when Eddie was pretty young so when his dad went to prison at some point Eddie went to live with his uncle in a trailer park in the Chicago suburbs. His uncle didn’t have much but he made a home for Eddie. Chrissy thought something Steve had said to Eddie hit a little too close to his past and Eddie’s defenses had shot back up. She didn’t know if she could get him to come back around but Eddie had been noticeably happier with Steve and she figured it was at least worth a try.

“Eddie! I need to talk to you!” Chrissy yelled as she walked back into the flower shop.

“No time. Heading back out on delivery.” Eddie grumbled as he walked past her out to the van

“Then I’m going with you.” Chrissy jumped into the passenger seat before Eddie could peel out into the street.

“Fine.”

Chrissy let Eddie stew in silence as the van started up. She was surprised not to hear Eddie’s usual metal soundtrack. Eddie quickly went to pull the cassette out of the tape player but Chrissy had caught enough of the opening to recognize it.

“Jesus, Eddie. I didn’t know it was You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling, bad.” Chrissy had discovered the Hall & Oates tape shortly after it had been added to the van’s usual rotation of cassettes. When she asked about it, Eddie had blamed Steve with a goofy smile on his face.

“Chris, not today.”

“Can I say one thing and then we can go back to not talking about it?” Chrissy asked.

“Fine.”

“Okay great. Robin told me about something that happened between you and Steve last night. I know it’s your business and I promised to leave it alone but I am just here to give information. It’s up to you if you do anything with it. First, I know we made fun of all the pretentious hipster vibes of Steve’s shop when he first moved in but I really thought you of all people would know not to judge a book by its cover. Second, you have to know Steve is super into you by now. I mean y’all are basically always together if you’re not working.”

“That’s not true. I do other stuff.” Eddie interrupted.

“Sure, whatever you say. Stop interrupting me. I know you’re sensitive about your past and I also know you haven’t said anything to Steve about your parents so do you think you might have been a little harsh last night?”

Eddie has pulled into their first stop and jumped out of the van to make the drop off. Chrissy waited for him to get back.

“One more thing, and then I promise you can blare whatever shitty break up song you need to for the rest of the day. I think maybe you’re pushing Steve away because he scares you. It’s been forever since you’ve been with anyone seriously. Steve seems so good for you. I don’t know what he said that made your walls slam back up but maybe he didn’t mean it the way you thought he did? You’re kind of an intimidating person to be vulnerable with.”

Chrissy let Eddie process what she said for the rest of the delivery route. They got back to the shop late and started closing up. When Chrissy had packed up for the day she went to give Eddie a hug and held him close for a little longer than usual.

“I’m here if you need me but please just sleep on it before you make any rash decisions?” Chrissy said as she let go of Eddie.

Eddie nodded and went back to cleaning up his work bench to get ready for another day of Valentine’s induced hell. It was absolutely the worst time for Eddie to have any sort of relationship drama because he’d be surrounded by love hearts for a least two more days. Eddie laughed at himself for that. He’d have to actually have been in a relationship to have relationship drama. He was an idiot. Steve reminded Eddie of his worst high school bullies. The guys who called him trailer trash and pushed him into lockers after Eddie had been caught kissing a guy under the bleachers. Logically, Eddie knew Steve wasn’t that way. He had obviously had to deal with his own shit coming up in the tattoo industry. Eddie still hadn’t been able to shake his old feelings of inadequacy when Steve asked if he wanted an “actual” tattoo. He’d felt people’s gaze lingering on his shitty stick and pokes he’d done with friends or let people use him for practice. He’d overheard the comments people made when he went to deliver flowers at fancy office buildings. Eddie hadn’t felt that same level of judgment from Steve but he figured it was just a matter of time. Steve obviously put a lot of time and effort into his tattoos and he must think badly about Eddie’s more cavalier attitude to the markings.

As Eddie cleaned, he kept working through last night at Steve’s. Chrissy was probably right and that Steve hadn’t meant anything negative and just used the exact wrong phrasing. In fact, looking back, Steve seemed super nervous and worried about Eddie’s reaction. Why Steve was anxious Eddie had no idea. Steve’s sketch was probably the most beautiful tattoo idea he’d ever seen. He’d be honored to get something like from Steve. But of course Eddie hadn’t actually said any of that to Steve after he started freaking out. Stupid.

As Eddie made his way upstairs to get to bed, he was truly exhausted but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Chrissy had said on their afternoon delivery route. Fuck. He owed Steve a pretty big apology. That had to be tomorrow Eddie’s problem; he was too tired to handle it now. Eddie drifted off to sleep thinking about Steve’s feet in his lap and maybe future nerdy movie nights while crossing his fingers he hadn’t fucked up too badly yesterday.

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Part Eight!

I am at such a loss for word that y’all are still hanging with me! I think there’s going to be three more parts of the main story and then maybe some side plots in the same universe. After I wrap up on tumblr I’ll post it to AO3 so it’s all in one place for future reading! c:

I am also obsessed with the big green couch and I am very happy to you all appreciate it to.

My taglist got super messed up last update so please let me know if I’ve missed anyone or added anyone by accident! Y’all are the best!!

Taglist: @a-little-unsteddie @maya-custodios-dionach @eboyawstenn @swimmingbirdrunningrock @sadcanadianwinter @thehumblefigtree @throwbackthrowaway @micheledawn1975 @blisschaoss @vecnuthy @grimmfitzz @spectrum-spectre @croatoan-like-its-hot @momotonescreaming @beckkthewreck @korixae @citrus-owl @baron-zemo-trash @sleepdeprivedflower @nuagedemots @lololol-1234 @books-and-current-obsessions @acrolius @mightbeasleep @vi-an-te @gregre369 @i-must-potato @vampireinthesun @steveisabicon @child-of-cthulhu @whimsicalwitchm @aceflavouredyougurt @that-bi-gremlin99 @oxidantdreamboat @goodolefashionedloverboi @notaqueenakhaleesi @briceslayed @raisedbylibrarians @bejeweledbaby @avacrebs @magpiemuseum @majesticenbypancake

#my fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #tattoo artist steve #florist eddie #stranger things #tattoo parlor / flower shop AU

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magicratfingers · 10 months

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hi!!! ive been putting off sending this ask bc idk how to phrase it in the best way but … ive been trying to work on my drawing lately even tho the Voice that wants to give up bc im not immediately good at things is VERY strong !!! & i love your work so much + ive been taking a lot of inspo bc its kinda scribbly and pared-down but still really expressive + differentiated (i.e. im just saying its something i feel like i can try match the vibe of rather than like, a very detailed and refined thing?!?! absolutely not my intention to sound rude at all!!!) .

anyway very rambly but the main thing is ive been struggling a lot w figure+perspective+silhouettes and honestly everything so i was just wondering what ur process was like??? particularly bc ur style is more pared back but everything is so cohesive and all the perspective n posing is perfect. i’m curious sketching/planning is involved before a typical work you’d upload? and idk like……. how much technical skill + consideration goes into a drawing especially re: posing & perspective. just bc i feel like Such a Noob and like my eyes r literally wrong and nothing looks Right. im such a type A planner it just feels like maybe idk am i supposed to be educating myself on figure drawing and shading perspective first??!?! or do i just draw until it’s good?!?!?

idk man i create in a lot of different mediums and i feel super comfortable letting my writing be terrible before it’s good but w drawing the self-critique is SO difficult to ignore. thanku for what turned out to be a vent lol. but i would appreciate any insight! also i love your art ok bye

Hi! yeah great ask. I've been there. Live there, even. Here're two of my comfort hacks

1. Scribbles = Bonsai It can be real hard to know when you're 'done' with an illustration (or anything really) if you don't have a job for it. My doodles are 'done' to me if they have Character, Rhythm, & Balance. I stole that from a youtube doc about Bonsai.

2. Figures / Perspectives / Shading = Planning The Chunks These are kind of all the same thing - 'how am I using volume to say something.' I've found formal perspective stuff to be stifling. I work around it by making little marshmallow toothpick people and putting them in a diorama.

I like the diorama method because all I have to do is make far things lighter and close things darker. That's a lot of depth for very little effort and I'm on a budget.

If this helps y'all I'd love to hear about it 🍀

#ask rat fingies #process

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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A familiar face (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I found this on my drafts and thought it could work for the request I got of writing something that involved some cute interactions with kids. I can try something else in the future if this isn’t good enough. And I hope everyone enjoys it anyways!! ❤️❤️**

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“Auntie, please!!”, I hear my niece begging for the 20th time in the last two minutes.

“Leah, leave your aunt alone. If it was just you it’d be fine, but you can’t ask her to babysit your entire friend group”, I hear my brother say.

My niece Leah got tickets to go watch the next Manchester City match from one of her friends. She and two more friends want to go but neither my brother nor his wife can go to the match with them. So she wants me to take three kids with me to a stadium where there’ll be thousands of people. And a lot of them will be half-drunk by 3 pm.

“Richie’s dad can come with us. Pleaaaaase!”

The idea of taking so many kids to a match terrifies me, but seeing the tears in my 8-year-old niece's eyes is a lot worse.

“Ok, I’ll take you”, I say to her.

“You sure?”, asks my brother. But it’s too late to change my mind. I’ve already been tackled to the floor by Leah.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

And that’s how I find myself driving three kids and an adult I have never met before to the Etihad on a Sunday.

“Don’t worry about them too much”, tells me Richie’s dad. “I’ll keep them in check. You enjoy the match too”.

The seats are in the fourth row. I’ve been to the Etihad before but never in such great seats.

Leah, Richie and Amanda sit in between Richie’s dad and me, to make sure we can keep an eye on them more easily.

“Auntie! Can we get some food?”, asks Leah when the players are coming out to do their warm-up.

“Sure, what do you guys want? Also, what are you guys allowed to eat?”

To that, Richie’s dad laughs. “Burgers and fries should be fine. Maybe something sweet for the second half if everyone behaves, ok?”

They all nod and I move to go back inside and get the food for everyone.

When I get to the lower area of the stands, I turn to look at the pitch before heading to the stairs. The players are all divided into three groups, each doing a different type of exercise to warm up.

Before I turn again to leave, I notice one of them looking at where I am. I look behind me to see who he might be looking at and find no one. But when I look back at him, he’s gone.

“Here you go”, I say, trying to give everyone their food and not drop it. It was a struggle to bring it all back by myself.

“Thanks!!”, they all say in unison. They really want those sweets.

“Auntie”, says Leah, “who is your favourite City player?”

“Um…not sure, to be honest. I haven’t had the chance to watch them a lot this year but I guess De Bruyne is still a good answer, right?”

“Yes!!”, screams Richie, who is wearing his De Bruyne shirt.

“I like Mahrez”, says Amanda.

“Great choice!”, tells her Richie’s dad. “What about you Leah?”

“I would usually say Bernardo but I think I like Rúben Dias better today”.

“Why is that?”, I ask her.

“Because he’s going to give me his shirt after the match”.

I look at her confused. Where is she getting those ideas from? I don’t want her to think it’ll happen and then be sad when it doesn’t.

“Maybe he will, yes. But if he doesn’t it’s ok”, I say.

“No, I know he will”.

“Leah…”

“She’s right”, says Richie’s dad, surprising me. “He told her he would while you were gone”.

Now I really am confused.

When the teams go out to start playing, I lean down and whisper to Leah. “Which one is Dias?”

I really haven’t been watching them in the last couple of seasons. I’m not super familiar with the new players.

“Number 3. He’s looking at us right now”, she says, pointing at one of the players.

When I look up, I see she’s right. And I see that it’s the same player I saw looking my way before.

The match ends with a 3-0 win for City. And by that time, I’m more than ready to go home. The kids have been good, but they are a lot of work.

I’m so tired I actually forget about Leah and her deal with Dias. But she hasn’t forgotten, of course. And neither has he.

He approaches our area, pointing at Leah and asking her to come closer. She grabs my hand and runs downstairs.

“Hi, what’s your name?”, asks her Rúben.

“Leah. And this is my auntie”.

When she says that, he looks at me and I don’t really know what to do anymore. Not only is he ridiculously good-looking, but he also has one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever seen. And he’s directing that smile at me right now.

“Hi”, he says to me.

“Hi”, I say back, surprised I managed to get a word out.

“So, can I have your shirt?”, asks Leah, interrupting the moment.

“Of course”, he says, giving Leah another smile. A different type of smile, though.

When he takes his shirt off, I try to look away. I’ve always had a thing for tall and strong men like him.

“Did you enjoy the match?”, I hear Rúben say. And when I look at him, I realise the question is directed at me, not Leah.

“Yes. It was great. You were all great”.

“Auntie, we need to go. Richie’s dad is calling us”.

I turn to make a gesture to Richie’s dad, letting him know we’ll be there in a second. And then turn back to Rúben, who is still there, looking at me.

“Thanks for the shirt. We have to go”.

“Right”, he says, looking unsure of himself all of a sudden. “I hope I get to see you, both of you, at another match”.

And with that, he runs to join his teammates. What did just happen?

Working at a bookstore is a bit of a dream for me. I get to be surrounded by books and get a discount when buying them. And of course, I buy way more than I should. I love chatting with customers about the novels they want to buy and helping them discover some hidden gems. I even advised my bosses to create a "staff recommends" shelf where we could put all our favourites so customers could ask us about them. And it's definitely helped increase the sale of some more unknown books.

I am on that shelf now, talking to a lady about why the book Stephanie recommends will be great for her grandchildren. Once I've convinced the lady to buy not only that first book but the second and third in the series too, Steph herself comes to the area where I’m working at the moment with an annoyed look on her face.

"Something wrong?", I ask.

"It's madness down there", she sighs. "There is someone famous and people are fighting to get photos taken with him".

"Someone famous?", I ask, curious as to who could come to our little shop. "Like, an author?"

We sometimes get authors coming to the store to sign some of their novels, so that's my first thought.

"No, I don't know who he is but even the children are going mad".

"That's intriguing. How about you stay here and I go to your place so I can see this famous guy. Now I'm curious", I laugh.

"Go ahead. I'm not coming downstairs until he leaves. Two kids stepped on my feet to get to him", says Steph, rubbing her feet with a painful look.

"I'll be careful", I say with a chuckle while I make my way downstairs.

I'm not even halfway down when I see him. The guy everyone wants a photo with is none other than Rúben.

I freeze and just stare at him, smiling and taking photos with everyone. Being particularly cheerful for the adoring children.

"Sorry, miss, I need to go downstairs", I hear being said behind me. When I turn around, I see a woman waiting for me to move since I'm blocking the stairs.

"Of course, sorry. You go first", I tell her, moving to the side.

I move to Steph's checkout area, trying not to look at Rúben. And trying to control my nerves.

"Hello?"

When I hear the voice, I look up from the computer to find Rúben staring at me, with five books in his hands.

"Hi. Can I help you?", I say, trying to remain professional and not show my shock at him being here. He won't even remember me anyway.

"I would like to pay for these", he says with a smile. He's even closer than he was at the match. And he's even more gorgeous dressed in an all-black outfit than he was with his sky blue City kit.

"Of course", I say before I start to scan the books. "This one is great", I say, noticing he picked one of my recommendations from last month.

"I'll have to read that one first then", he says, making me look at him again. He seems to be looking at my face trying to find something there. So I look down again, nervously.

"Do you have a loyalty card?"

"I do but I don't have it with me now".

"Oh that's ok", I tell him. "Just tell me your phone number and I'll find your profile in our system".

When I find it, I look up at him and ask. "Rúben, right?"

"Yes. But you already knew that".

"I'm sorry?", I say, shocked by his comment.

"We talked at the match the other day when I gave my shirt to your niece. I know you know who I am", he says, laughing at my expression.

"Right. Yeah. Um…I did not expect you to remember me", I say, blushing fiercely. "There were thousands of people there".

"Yes, but some faces are easier to remember than others", he says, leaning closer.

When I look into his eyes, I lose the sense of time and place for a second. Until I start to notice how long the line behind him is.

"Um…right. Are you paying with card or cash?"

"Card, please".

"Of course, it's ready now".

"You know", he says while entering his pin number in the machine, "since you know my number now from the loyalty card, maybe you could use it to let me know more book recommendations".

What?

"I don't think I'm allowed to use the client's private information for personal purposes", I tell him putting his receipt in his bag and giving it to him.

"You got my permission to do it", he says with a big smile. "Bye, hope to see you soon. It was nice to find a familiar face here today".

"Bye…thanks for…umm…the purchase", do I know words?

He just smiles again and leaves. I turn slightly to watch him walk to the front door when I hear a throat being cleared.

Right, I'm still at work. I forgot for a second.

“Sorry, sir. How can I help you?”

A couple of days later, I’m putting some new releases on the shelf when I hear Stephanie approaching and talking to someone else.

“Yes, there she is! She’ll be able to help you”.

“Thanks”.

I turn to look at who’s talking to find Rúben looking at me, a big smile on his face.

“You didn’t give me those book recommendations I asked for, so I had to come back to get them. The book you told me was good was incredible. I read it in one sitting”.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it”, I tell him, moving away from the mountain of books I still need to sort out. “But…this feels a bit stalkerish. No offence!”

He just laughs and raises his hands.

“I get it. It does. But I swear I didn’t know you worked here. That was a coincidence. A great one, I might add”.

To that, I look down to hide my blush.

“So”, he continues, “can you recommend more books to me or not?”

“Sure, that’s what I’m here for. Let me tell one of my colleagues to continue sorting this pile before”.

"Were you looking for some romance?", I say, pointing at the first section we walk past.

He looks at me with a small smirk on his face. I guess he got the double meaning. "Maybe, but not in my books".

"You don't fancy reading about a hot Duke that will make you swoon?", I say, holding a copy of Bridgerton.

"Not today", he laughs.

"Yeah, not my thing either".

"What type of books do you like?", he asks me.

"Literary fiction, fantasy, maybe some romance…it depends on my mood, really. I even read horror sometimes. Even though I'm a baby who can't watch horror movies".

"I might be interested in horror. But I'll need someone to hold my hand while I read in case I get scared".

When I turn to look at him, I notice how close he is.

"You've got plenty of big teammates that can do that for you I think".

He laughs. "Not what I had in mind".

Twenty minutes later, I walk Rúben to the checkout so he can pay for all the books he’s buying today.

“Do you have a piece of paper?”, he asks.

“Sure”.

“Ok, here is my number. I gave it to you. And I want you to use it, ok?”

“I don’t know. I…”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No”, I say.

“Girlfriend?”

“Not one of those either”.

“So would you like to come on a date with me?”, he says.

As always, I want to overthink this. But what is it to overthink? A handsome, nice and smart guy wants to go on a date with me.

“Yes”, I say, smiling at him.

“Perfect. Then text me your number and we’ll talk more about it”.

I nod, giving him his bag full of books.

“Do you actually want all those books or did you just buy them to have an excuse to talk to me?”

“Oh, I want them. But it’ll take me a year to read all of these. Another trip to try to woo you and I’ll have enough books to last me my entire life”, he says, blushing slightly.

I laugh at his words and say goodbye to him.

When I turn back to go upstairs and finish the job I was doing, Stephanie stops me.

“That’s the famous guy from the other day”, she says.

“Yes”.

“And he was flirting with you the whole time. How do you know famous people? And what does he even do to be famous?”

“Footballer. I met him when I took Leah to a match”.

“Shut up! Are you dating a football player?”

“I’m not dating anyone”, I laugh.

“He looked like he’d be happy to change that”, she winks before leaving.

I guess he did.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias x yn #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction #foootballer fanfic #footballer one shot

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okay so yet ANOTHER big brain move with the queer moms meet lil danny phantom. Because I can't help myself I simply love the idea of this.

fair warning, this contains spoilers for the harley quinn show seasons 1-3 (which btw my fellow dp fans who kind of know a little bit about the dc universe via fanfiction/fan content and are able to watch a show with lots of blood, gore, and adult human: watch the show. its so good. a 10/10 for me). Because while I personally haven't finished it I have an idea on what's going on.

So, we have established that danny's found in an alley near the dead mall by ivy and harley doing some uhhh adult fun. but let's change it up a bit, shall we?

The Soon-To-Be moms just got back to gotham from Edin. but like when ivy takes a walk before coming up with the Big Bad Plan to takeover the world/terraform it into basically the prehistoric age. she ends up finding danny in an alley near the mall on her way back from like a park nearby. she's a bit confused on WHY a barely-teenaged kid was near a known supervillian hide-out so late at night. especially when ivy and harley's return to gotham was via public transport. and when the kid sees her and doesn't immediately start screaming/running in the other direction she's a bit confused. when she notices the kid has a bunch of dried blood all over him and torn up clothes she's now both confused AND worried. why? because in the show poison ivy actually really does care about people its kind of sweet. lady really just wants to chill in a garden and live her best life.

BUT danny and ivy meet like that. she very awkwardly questions wtf danny was doing out and about when injured. he kind of off-handly jokes that its because his parents want to rip him apart molecule by molecule so he's just trying to find a nice dumpster to nap in. this causes ivy to go ham into protective mode, since in the show her entire backstory is her dad being a piece of shit and beating her. so she kind of kidnaps danny like "dude i live in an abandoned mall with my girlfriend and squad come join us" and danny's a lil sus but eventually decides that well, if all else fails he can legit dip the hell out of there at any time. ivy and danny go back to the mall and ivy sets him up in one of the spare rooms/shops (maybe dr psycho's old room?) and then runs down to tell about/show the squad danny. they're all kind of freaking out over this lil boy, asking him a bunch of questions as they do, cue bane walking in for his pasta maker. because this show is on five different types of cocaine.

danny, ofc, is watching this whole thing freaking out a little bit. he's getting ready to run away so he can throw down with bane. but then bane's all like "you didn't get married give me my pasta maker back" and the squad all eating their pasta not-so-gently telling him fuck no then he leaves. so while this is going on danny's trying to put the pieces of this puzzling universe together. Green lady, funky clown lady, lump of clay, talking plant, talking shark, and some super buff dude that would put dash to shame wearing a weird full-body suit? and for all the "revenge" he talked about not even doing anything about it? just walking away? it's not looking good for danny's idea of what "normal" is for the DC universe.

BUT he hears that they're planning on breaking into a museum to steal a Jurassic Park style mosquito to take over the world. that's not realllyyy his style but harley's kinda up in his face excitably asking him if he wants to join them! because it would be so fun! so danny's like "uhhh yeah maybe I guess" while planning on sabotaging them. cause he's a hero doing hero stuff. yeehaw.

the plan in action, however? goes to shit. ivy ends up ditching the squad + danny when the guards start shooting, the squad + danny manages to catch up to ivy, then they escape but barely because ivy tends to panic under pressure.

which is a mood.

ivy makes the eden serum using the mosquito in order to resurrect the dead plant matter in the earth. if anyone else has watched the show; you KNOW that shit looked like some dp ectoplasm. the plant comes to live, walks around a little bit, then turns into a horrifying ecto-monster. it's speaking in jumbled ghost speak/plant speak asking anyone to just kill it already because its in pain and it hates whoever brought it to life so danny smacks it with an ecto-blast, causing the ghost-plant to fall into the barrel of toxic waste. in ghost speak, the plant tells danny thank you and dies. again?

ofc the squad freaks out a little bit about danny's powers but ivy runs out and harley follows, leaving danny with the rest of the squad.

aaannnddd that's all the ideas i have right now but mmmmm im loving writing this. im not gonna say its a fic because i SWEAR i can write better than this. better grammar, capitalization, less random lil notes scattered around - the whole nine yards.

but this is fun and I love the idea of ivy and harley adopting danny with king shark, clayface, and frank being his weird uncles and catwoman being his fun wine aunt.

ALSO I've heard rumors about a danny phantom fan discord? anyone have information on how I can join it? ;)

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Tasty Travels - An Unexpected Journey 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Suou Tsukasa, Tsukinaga Leo, Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu, Narukami Arashi

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Leo: Suo~ Why’re you asking such simple questions hm~? Are you still sleepy? In that case, you can sleep by Rittsu’s side! I prommy I’m a real good driver!

Season: Summer Location: Outside Ensemble Square

Izumi: Even if you did manage to make it by our meeting time… Kuma-kun, don’t you dare go back to sleep! And don’t drool on my shoulder!

Goodness, if it weren’t for you lazing around in bed, there’s no need for us to rush like mad. Speaking of which, where’s the driver? He’s supposed to be here already.

Ritsu: Secchaaaaan, don’t just complain and complain okay~ It’s something that couldn’t be helped… Maa~kun’s always so busy with work nowadays, there’s no one around to wake me up…

Moreover, I am being independent today. I even woke up all by myself~ I’m doing my very bestest right now.

Arashi: Oh my. I think the reason why the driver isn’t here yet is because someone’s missing.

Tsukasa: Leo-senpai’s still not here, but it’s almost past our scheduled rendezvous time… He’s always running late and causing trouble for everyone else. Does he seriously not have any knightly Pride? No? None at all?

I don’t think I’ll get a reply in time even if I were to send him a message now… Argh!! If I had known, I would’ve sent someone to track his movements yesterday!

Arashi: ……Um, Tsukasa-chan, something tells me whatever you’re saying right now isn’t particularly… knightly, either.

Ritsu: Uuu~ I think there’s… some sort of weird noise… it’s keeping me awake… do you not hear it too…?

Tsukasa: It sound’s like a trumpet, but this Rhythm…

Why on Earth would someone try to use a car’s horn to play ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’!?

Izumi: Haa? Kasa-kun, you were able to tell?

Arashi: Hold on! I think there’s a really flashy car coming our way!

Eh? The one in the driver’s seat… Leo-kun?!

Tsukasa: WHAT?! Leo-senpai?? No, no no no, we need to board that car and stop him before he does something stupid!

Tsukasa: I know it’s a little late to ask this now, but the Agency told us they had arranged for us to go on a short trip in a Jeep… So, why did that suddenly change into Leo-senpai being the one to drive us around?

Ritsu: True~ The type of car is completely different too. However, this one’s more spacious, and the interior is super duper comfy… Mhm, rated 10/10 for sleepability ♪

Leo: Wahaha ☆ That’s because there’s been a change, and now the tour’s driver and tour guide is-a me!

Suo~ Why’re you asking such simple questions hm~? Are you still sleepy? In that case, you can sleep by Rittsu’s side! I prommy I’m a real good driver!

Izumi: The problem isn’t as shallow as you think it is! Not to mention, I would’ve let it slide if Leo-kun’s just driving us around, but to be our tour guide too? Why would the agency allow that? Are you going to take us to some weird place?

Arashi: Ufufu, well, I’m completely fine with it~ The most important thing is that the five of us are going sightseeing together.

Leo: That’s right, that’s right! Kudos to Naru for explaining on my behalf! Sena, you don’t needa be so uptight about it, kay? Not to mention, I’m clearly doing a good deed!

Without further ado, off we go ☆

chapter 2 →

#enstars translation #tasty travels #an unexpected journey #suou tsukasa #tsukinaga leo #sena izumi #sakuma ritsu #narukami arashi

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a little old story time with حبيبي because I had completely forgotten about this and I’m gushing :)

so it was my senior year and we have a group project and حبيبي always had us draw colors to get our partners. He decides he’s super busy and goes “[nickname he’s NEVER used before]” *shakes box* and asks me to have everyone draw colors. So I go to his desk get everyone and myself assigned partners. But mind you, I have a very short name already. I’m not telling y’all but it was like “___s” (ie calling me Bells instead of Bella. Like yeah it’s a nickname but the name is short already so what’s the point?) and I was like wtf he’s never called me that. Plus he’s a hard ass conservative macho veteran “ALpHa mALe”.He doesn’t seem like the type to give fuckin nicknames ya know?

So colors are drawn, i walk back around and pick up the colors as everyone gets in their groups and then return the box back to his desk. Keep in mind both of our voices carry, you can hear us from a mile away when we talk at any given time.

So I repeat the nickname back to him because… is he okay? What did you do with the real حبيبي and bring him back. And his eyes widen up at me bc I’m standing over him like “bro what is up with you?” And then حبيبي rolls his eyes at me like the asshole he is and he’s like “I give everyone nicknames. Like ‘Shy’” in reference to my old best friend. And she’s right next to us (bc we of course picked the seats closest to his desk on the first day…) and she laughs and tells him he’s never called her that. Mind you, her voice carries too. Still does 🙄. Anyway, I think he insisted he did and like rolled his eyes again or something (it’s been like a year and a half since I graduated, give me a break.)

Now I’m neurodivergent with no filter and say “I don’t mind, you just don’t seem like the type” and he gets soooo offended and like… defensive? He’s always defensive, still is. And he’s like “how do I not seem like the type?” So I told him he’s a hard ass that likes to pretend he hates me so why would he give me a cutesy nickname? Plus nothing about حبيبي is “cute”. (I mean he’s FINE, but he’s a grown man y’all, he’s not cute.) I don’t remember what he said after that.

Anyways, my partner was this bitch I HATED. We’ll call her Robin. Fucking Robin was always giving me shit about how much I talked to جبيبي. But only in our other class together that was taught by جبيبي’s friend. So جبيبي’s friend/our other teacher, would hear her constantly criticizing that “we talk too much” and I’m sooo sure our teacher talked to جبيبي about what Robin was saying. Just a judgy hoe. I grab my stuff and move over to her and the first thing she says is the nickname he called me all slow like she was confused… girl bye leave me and my man alone. I ended up ignoring her and doing my own project and she did hers. I got my ass chewed out by جبيبي when he graded it the next week for “never being a team player” and “thinking I’m too good to work with others”… I just hated everyone in our program to be honest 🤷🏾‍♀️

Anyways, i walk in late the next day because I decided to go across town to get lunch before our programs classes started. and he goes “Hey (nickname)” to almost prove a point that he had always called me that. At least I think it was to prove a point. Stupid old man ❤️❤️ he never called me that again though :(

Storytime over <3

#i miss him sm #male teacher crush #teacher crush community #teacher crush #tc feelings #tc thoughts #tc community #male tc #tc crush #tc update #female teacher crush #teacher crush blog #teacher attachment #teachers pet #storytime

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After President Vladimir Putin announced this week that Russia was conscripting some 300,000 reservists and military veterans to reinforce its war effort in Ukraine, international flights out of Russian cities quickly sold out. This latest wave of Russia’s exodus included Anton Shalaev, a 38-year-old senior manager at an IT company, and 15 colleagues.

On less than a day’s notice, these men of military age all left their relatively comfortable lives in downtown Moscow to fly to Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. Because of Putin’s war, Shalaev tossed a book, an iPad, and a laptop in a backpack and got out of Dodge.

Shalaev and his co-workers are true tech geeks, producers of high-value computer games. They represent their country’s brightest and best, members of a tech elite that was the economic foundation of Russia’s new middle class. In a last selfie from Moscow, Shalaev brandished a coffee mug that bore the slogan, not today, satan.

Anna Nemtsova: Why didn’t you want to be drafted to fight in Ukraine?

Anton Shalaev: On the day Putin declared the war, I knew I would never fight on behalf of this new Nazi Reich. They are my personal enemies: mercenaries who steal my country from me, occupy foreign territories, and kill innocent people. Putin’s army commanders have had plenty of time to turn down their contracts; instead, they are recruiting more cannon fodder now.

So I chose to help Ukrainians suffering from this horror—pay for shelters in Kyiv with cryptocurrency and write antiwar posts on social media. To encourage Russians at home, I said: “Guys, look, I am writing this from Moscow.”

Nemtsova: What was your escape like?

Shalaev: Unlike state-owned companies such as Yandex or the Mail.ru Group, which are making their employees stay, we were independent of government funding, so we made an immediate decision to relocate.

The atmosphere at passport control in the airport was quiet but tense; men waiting for the flight around me were exchanging alerted glances. I had bought my ticket right before the announcement—we were already hearing rumors of the mobilization—so it cost me only about $300. But my colleagues got their tickets the next day, and they cost more than $1,000.

The departure was super stressful. The border guards took each of my friends aside into a small room, interrogated them, asked if they had ever served in the military, and if not, why not. And you know that type of sly border official making their little jokes: “Aha, you are leaving on the day of conscription.” Of course, they checked whether our names were in the database for the mobilization.

Nemtsova: Did you do military service, in fact, when you turned 18?

Shalaev: No, I entered the Moscow State Institute of International Relations, which had a military department, so that released me from the service obligation. I studied political science, and dreamed of becoming a Russian diplomat—Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov was a graduate there. For a long time, I considered myself a Russian patriot, ready to serve.

When I enrolled in college, in 2001, there was some ideological diversity: We had a neo-Stalinist who taught us about how “Josef” ruled with an iron fist, but the next class would be with a professor telling us about liberal values. Today, the school recruits students for the secret services. And lately, I heard that the dean has urged students to call for Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelensky, to surrender.

Nemtsova: What do you think of the Kremlin’s decision making?

Shalaev: A few old men and an army of zombies are leading us to hell. I say that because people around me in Russia behaved as if they had been bitten by a zombie, dragging my entire country into a dreadful war. All I saw was Russian loser husbands beating their wives, while the entire rotting house of the state system has turned my people into an army of the dead.

They are my enemies.

Nemtsova: What do you know of the situation in Ukraine?

Shalaev: I constantly follow the war news in Ukraine—and I seek out the best, most objective analysts. My main sources on the atrocities are Ukrainian refugees from cities bombed by Russian forces.

I realize that I would rather go to prison than go to fight against the Ukrainian army. I openly embrace my antiwar position. I urge my social-media followers to donate to Ukrainians. This entire war is a crime against humanity.

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#politics #anton shalaev #russia #conscription #ukraine #no war #military draft #russian imperialism #putins war #vladimir putin go fuck yourself #vladimir putin #little putler #adolph putin #war crimes

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5 | Family Drama

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Rude Family, Mention of rape

| MASTERLIST |

Since that night I went off on my mom, which I didn't fully remember, I've been avoiding any type of conversations about that whole day. I think everyone knew it too so no one ever brought it up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask Bam hearing our mother start to scream. I see he was bashing through the side of the door to make a draw bridge. "And I still couldn't stay out late?" I mumble to myself going back upstairs.

"Anna!" I hear Ryan start to rush after me.

"Leave me alone." I groan shutting my door on him.

"I can open it still... What did you do to your wall?" He sees all the holes.

"That bat plus a not so sober me pissed off equals that." I point at the bat, me, and the wall. "And before you speak... No, I don't wanna talk about it."

"I heard everything you said. I followed you in. She really got on you for doing what we did growing up? The videos and everything?"

"Yes. She wanted me to be the clean cut one out of her kids. Wanted me to get good grades in school, go to college so I could get good paying job. Maybe find a good clean cut guy who knows what he wants to do with his life. Then my dad wanted this perfect princess daughter. When I was super young, I loved Disney princess and he said I could be just like them. I started doing chores at six years old thinking I was a princess. Then Beauty and the Beast came out when I was 12. She became my favorite and I wanted to be like her so that's when I started reading. Growing up I of course realized I wasn't some princess and if I was one I was Cinderella. So when I got to hangout with you and Bam, it felt nice just having fun. But I got chewed out because I wasn't supposed to be doing that. I was supposed to be doing girl things."

"I'm sorry I never noticed." Ryan gives me a sad pout.

"You wouldn't have known because it was always said when I was alone. Bam doesn't even know because he's not super observant. Just stay quiet about it. Please." He nods his head then leaves my room.

"We're having a big dinner. All your relatives. All of Phil's relatives." Bam tells our mom.

"You are lying. You would not invite all theses people. No you wouldn't. You wouldn't dare." She tells him.

"We want drama." He tells her and I huff eyeing him.

"Why would you want drama with your family? I'm gonna have a heart attack." She tells him so I decide to speak up.

"One, drama already happened for your don't feed Phil episode. Two, you do know everyone in our family heard about the lies Austin said right? They believed them."

"That's right Bam. I completely forgot. They're gonna bring all that crap up again." Mom tells him.

"If they do, I'll shut it down quickly." He says so I leave the room listening to them bicker.

When my mom comes into the living room she looks over at me sighing, "I'm sorry Anna. For everything. When you said I was one of the reasons you left really hurt me and made me realize I hurt you." She tears up. "I just wanted my little girl to be perfect." She wipes her tears away making me tear up.

I walk over giving her a hug, "I love you."

Bam asks me to go with him and dad to go get Mum mum so I go but when they go inside I wait in the vehicle. She was one of many family members who gave me hell for the lies I apparently did.

"I didn't hear you were back." She says as she get in.

"She got back a few months ago." Bam tells her. "Do you still not say the f word?" Bam asks her.

"No, I don't say the F word."

"What about the S word?" He asks.

"What shit?" She makes us chuckle.

"I'm gonna a tattoo that says the f-word right here." He motions to his chest.

"I'm gonna disown you." He tells him making him say you can't. "I already cut you out of my will."

"Is anybody left in your will? Jesse is right?" Dad asks her.

"No, he wasn't a virgin til he got married."

"That's impossible to do that." He tells her.

"In the olden days people did it." She says making them go off about not anymore.

"Is Anna in it still?" Dad asks making Bam say his name.

"You know she ain't after the things she did." I roll my eyes chuckling as she looks at me.

"I didn't do any of the shit." I look out the window.

"Where's your proof?" She asks making Bam say her name now.

"Proof?" I look at her. "How do I prove I was almost raped by a group of football players and that I wasn't the one who made a move on them first asking for it then decided to play a victim? I did have proof for a negative pregnancy test so the rumor about getting knocked up was proven wrong." I look over at her.

"I don't wanna argue about this right now." She looks away from me.

When we get back home I get out annoyed going straight to my mom. "Mum mum already brought it up because dad was talking about whose in her will." I tell her making her sigh.

"Hopefully no one else brings up that topic." She rubs my back.

"Hopefully no one tries talking to me." I give her a small smile.

When the whole family shows up I sit away from everyone and just read a book hoping to be left alone. When the crew got back with the food they make a big entrance with an elephant and dressed up. I watch mom freak out about the elephant trying to go in the house.

"What do you want Dunn?" I ask as he stand in front of me with an animal head on wearing wings too.

"How do you know it's me?" He asks not moving.

"Your tattoos give you away." I laugh at him so he takes his head off.

"Why you alone like you've been disowned?" He looks at everyone sitting together.

"Because I basically am. Majority of the people here believed in the lies and I don't want to talk about it with them. I already went through it with Mum mum." I close my book as he squats down in front of me holding on to my knees.

"I'll eat with you so you aren't alone. Come on, let's get food." He pulls me up dragging me over to eat. He grabs a big piece and just pulls the meat off to eat. "Open wide." He tries feeding me.

"Dunn..." I move my head away.

"Come on, you gotta eat." He smiles moving the meat towards my face again so I open my mouth and take it. "Good girl." He laughs.

"You're ridiculous." I laugh at him.

"But you love me." He smiles bigger and I stop going to get my own food then go sit alone again.

After eating I pull out my phone and listen to the voicemail I refuse to respond too. When it starts to get wild because of Vito making Mum mum fed up and leaves.

"Ryan, it smells bad." I whine as he puts the animal head on me as he sits on my lap.

"Does it? I can't tell." He takes it off of me smelling it.

"Because you stink." I laugh at him.

"I took a shower." He looks offended.

"When months ago?" I say making him hit me.

"No, fuck you."

"You love me just admit." I laugh making him put an arm around my shoulder leaning his head on me.

"You know one of the rumors was she cheated on Austin with him... Bam's best friend. I believe that look at them." I head someone from mom's side of the family say as they pass us.

"I want up." I try to get Ryan off me.

"Ignore them." He doesn't move.

"Annabelle, how was Ireland?" One of my cousins walk up to us.

"Good."

"I bet you had fun with the boys there." She giggles walking away.

"Okay, I'm done get the fuck off me." I shove Ryan off me so I could go to my room. As I pass my cousin she calls me a slut so I turn around to punch her but Ryan runs over wrapping his arms around me.

"This isn't gonna help you." He carries me into the house.

"You can put me down now." I shake my way free. "I don't care what my family thinks of me. I don't talk to anyone out side family gatherings. Never have growing up before the lies." I go up to my room hearing him following. "Ryan, just leave me alone. Go enjoy things."

"I will by watching Grease with you. It's one of your favorites. Then once it's over we can watch Cry Baby because I know Johnny Depp will make you forget them outside." He smiles taking the movie off my bookshelf putting it in.

"You hate both movies." I watch him.

"I do but I'll pretend to like them for you." He jumps onto my bed getting comfortable. I turn back to look at him laying there looking at the tv then at me, "Get comfortable." He pats the spot next to him so I lay back turning my head to face him. He turns his to look at me giving me a big smile.

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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So uh.. thoughts on the dinner?

So I'm assuming this is mostly talking about the bomb dropped today about going on break (still today my time sorry I'm late!). If anyone wants to talk about more specific moments or things mentioned during the dinner, let me know on a separate post!

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I have a lot of thoughts, some I'm honestly still trying to process through myself too, so we shall see how coherent this post is. Something I think is important to remember here though as well is that everyone processes news differently. As long as someone isn't being disrespectful, the range of emotions as someone handles this type of news/hiatus, is okay. No one is wrong for crying or being very upset. Just like no one is wrong for not being as upset or however else they feel about it. Give everyone grace, no matter what. It's okay to handle and process things differently. Let's also remember that they assured us this is not disbandment either.

I honestly also find it hard to express a lot of my thoughts over this too much. They shared a lot about their exhaustion and basically about their burn out with how things were going. Talking about the pressures of the idol industry that really doesn't allow breaks or even just a moment to process how things went before you need to be putting out something new. How hard that is on them, mentally and physically. They talked about needing this. And I for one, am happy they are taking it and prioritizing themselves here too. Regardless of how else I feel about it personally too. I also am incredibly thankful for the way they told us about it. They held onto this for so long, giving us their everything. And when it was eventually time to do what they needed and to have this conversation. They recognized the impact it would have and they love us so much, they did it with such care. Most people would have shared this in a press statement, either through the news or just their company. But Bangtan made sure to do it in a way that was special, through a dinner with us, to make sure we knew that their love for each other and for us is geniune and that will never change. I'm so appreciative of their honesty with us always and we will always be here to support them, no matter what. They are so loved.

They stressed that this isn't something negative, and that this is a healthy plan for them. A plan to keep them together as a group and as Bangtan for even longer too. They are going for longevity here too. They asked us to please take their words as they are and to trust them, love them and support them. Just because this isn't something negative though, doesn't mean it's also not super emotional at the same time too. It's a break from group music and concerts. That's a huge change for them. It means they won't be working together daily anymore as they have been for the past decade. That's a huge change. They will be braving the industry as solo artists for the first time, even if they also will always have each other's backs too. It doesn't mean that change isn't scary and overwhelming and emotional. Even if said change is needed and in the end will end up being a good thing. And we are all, and BTS is all emotional for a large variety of reasons too. I've also seen a lot of people referencing things said that weren't totally accurate in their efforts to talk about this and how BTS feels about it. So I'm sharing these:

A thread about Yoongis phrasing of hiatus

And Jimin about not being alone/a solo artist

Both of which i think are important distinctions to be recognized. Solo projects does not mean lack of support from the group either. They will always be each other's biggest cheerleaders, as referenced from each other hyping up the others solo works we haven't even gotten to hear yet during this dinner.

Another just general thread of better translations and context too

And Hybes statement:

I also find myself thinking about how rhey mentioned this was something that's been on their mind, and was even their plan since 2020. MOTS7 was supposed to be their last album before this break happened and they focused more on solo projects. Things changed because of the pandemic. But when you go back and you take a look at that album, it speaks loudly. Just keep in mind that they are feeling burned out. Exhausted, in need of a break. Suga specifically talking about how writing lyrics is one of the hardest things to do right now but they are expected to keep turning out music. And then go really pay attention to the lyrics of Black Swan again too.

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WAB the Eternals lyrics and the MV that took us back through all their eras. The callback to everything. The callback to their debut song. The outpouring of love to their fans with that song too. And keep all the things they shared with us in mind as you watch and read those lyrics too

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The outpouring of feelings in that album. It's insanely intense, especially if you keep these thoughts in mind as you go back through it.

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Even friends, which is super lighthearted but mentions Many times in the chorus about always staying together even if the cheers die down one day.

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And wrapping the whole album up with Ego? A song about learning to focus on yourself and needing to put yourself first and love yourself and trust in yourself? This whole album needs a relisten from me honestly.

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This being the planned last album of their chapter 1 originally makes a lot of sense. The pandemic happening. Canceling their tour. Making them decide to postpone these plans for two years. It didn't make those feelings go away and it only propelled that level of fame they have even higher. To a point where its harder on them than anything else probably. They need this. So I can be happy for them for it. Even if we all cry together over it for a while. And the lyrics in Yet To Come too. It's all very emotional knowing everything we know now

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They are also very clear they aren't going anywhere. They will be back. And if nothing else, this break truly shows how much they value their sincerity in their music. They don't ever want to lose that. And this is the best way for them to all make sure of that too. It seemed like they felt like they were losing sight of their music and of who they were as people. So they decided to take a step back and reflect and focus on that for a little while here too. To make sure they never lose what makes them who they are. And then they can bring those things back into the group with them, making it stronger than ever. Especially seeing as how they are taking this step back instead of just coasting on their popularity as they could have. That's not what they want. Their art is too important to them. And they aren't going anywhere. Like JK said at their last concerts, this is never going to be the last time!

Like Tae also shared, this is an effort to be even more true to themselves and sincere with us. To be Bangtan for an even longer time. And that they are happy.

It's okay to be overwhelmed. It's okay to be upset. While I'm happy for them, I am also overwhelmed and upset here a bit too. I'm also incredibly excited for chapter 2 and all the solo projects I know are coming. Its going to be incredible in its own way. It's a Rollercoaster of emotions. It's okay to let yourself feel all of them. They can all coexist at the same time. Just try not to catastrophize things either.

And in an effort to help cheer some of you up if it's needed. Keep in mind they will be coming back, they said so and they also said that they are making a choreo for Run BTS for the next time they do a concert all together. So while we don't know when, we do know this hiatus will end eventually. That OT7 music and OT7 concerts will be making a comeback. AND we are getting more music then ever out of this too. 7 new albums are coming in the close future! Plus We can all, but especially baby armys, use this time to catch up on any content we haven't seen. Run BTS the show is going to come back. They want to keep it and keep filming their show together. And while you wait, you can catch up on the previous 156 episodes that are already out. There is 8 previous festas of talks and other content out there to watch, 4 seasons of Bon Voyage, 2 seasons of ITS, 3 BTS movies, 4 documentaries, 7 seasons greetings, all the winter and summer packages, all their concert tour DVDs, all their appearances on variety shows over the years. All the jacket shooting for Albums and previous bangtan bombs and vlogs. You can go through and find any music you haven't heard yet, either on YouTube, SoundCloud, or from previous albums. Now is your chance to catch up!

Plus, in an effort to make everyone extra emotional, on the way home from filming this dinner, JK took to Instagram to post this video with this song for us too. Because he is an angel

The times between comebacks were getting longer and longer. We went almost 600 days without an album. They were preparing us for this in their own way too a bit. Slowly but surely, they are just confirming it for sure now for all us. They are going to be okay. And we are going to be okay. And it's also okay to just be an emotional wreck about it all too. Because while this is a whole ass easy. Your TLDR is that I'm incredibly emotional and upset. But I'm so thrilled for their solo works and happy they are doing what is best for them, even if it's hard. And I trust them. They will always have each other, and they will always have us.

Love you guys 💜💜💜 My DMs are always open, and my blog isn't going anywhere either. I have too many timelines and post projects to get through here too along with keeping up with new schedules they will eventually drop on us! Lol I truly hope everyone is doing okay. 💜

#bts festa 2022 dinner #bts festa 2022 #ill always love and support them no matter what

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boyswanna-be-her · 1 year

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that was truly an insanely out of pocket ask. anyway it makes me happy to hear about what makes you happy, and how your day to day is going, and what you're excited about. hope you have a good rest of your day <3

Thanks! Their apology meant a world of difference to me. The ask also lead to me reaching out directly to FIVE different long time IRL friends who had seen me in the past three days before receiving the ask. Getting a temp check with people who have known you a long time and seen you recently is definitely helpful, and although the ask made me spiral for like 2 hours, it also generated some unexpectedly affirming conversations, where people who have all known me since 2005-2008 all independent of one another basically said that they had indeed noticed that I'm more talkative and outgoing lately, but that it hadn't pinged them in any sort of concerning way. I fuck heavily with the opinion esp of 3/5 of the people in this regard because that proportion of this group had previously reached out to me in a panic worried about me because they perceived me as so sad/detached. Two of them in particular got me engaged with environmental volunteering immediately after all my 2018 bullshit where I was in super heavy PTSD territory, and I can directly credit them for a lot of connections and drives I have today. And 2 of them have also conducted mandatory wellness checks when I didn't communicate with them often enough via text for them to be comfy. And I love them for that in ways they'll never really understand.

Anyway. The general message was that nobody had been alarmed, the ask seemed out of left field to them (they don't read my blog, but they're all aware of it and tumblr-smart), and that they'd all been happy to be happy for me this year.

No ragrets. If nothing else, being able to reach out to so many friends who have been with me for so long but also so recently was validating, and that none of them were worried about me is great. I don't think I would've had any other impetus to request all those low-consequence feedback seshes had I not received the ask. None of the people pinged have anything to gain from lying to me and again, in the past, the majority have not had a problem expressing concern about my mental health.

So like. Yeah that shit threw me super hard yesterday and I immediately re-evaluated the way that I express myself here and elsewhere. I feel like I had recently re-channeled my early days of tumblr where everything was highly unfiltered, capslock and screaming in tags was quite normal, I was a small fish in a big pond, etc--because that's when it was an exciting era for me as a creator on here. I miss a lot of that energy.

And full disclosure, in my relationship before last, the one that really and truly broke my heart on top of losing Jonathan to suicide, we didn't share ANYTHING publicly. And I was so deep. And then they broke up with me horribly a month after Jonathan died and I found him!!!!!... well, how could anyone on the outside mourn a relationship they didn't know about when my RECENTLY (for my safety lol) ex-husband had just died horrifiecally? They didn't know. The scale was so weird for everyone but me. Only a handful of people even knew I was in a new relationship that i perceived as supportive and, like, a soulmate type gig. I was so sure of everything that I didn't share ANYTHING and that super fucked me over in the end.

It was awful and alienating and I wished all along that we had shared more. So I don't wanna do that shit anymore. I'm excited about shit in my life and people in my life and meeting people and finding gigs and I don't want input on that, so please treat me like the 38 year old human being I am. I have been through more bullshit than you could possibly understand, even if you read every post I ever made here, even if you were my best friend who I told everything to (doesn't exist but good concept). Assumptions are unwelcome. I'm old and I'm angry and I have energy and that's what's up. I just want people to be on board to see this middle aged piece of shit maybe like find a reason to live again and not die alone.

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angeltsan · 14 days

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✮⋆˙ overall rules and guidelines.

⤷ i will be writing both NSFW and SFW on this blog, mostly so i can try things out and so that i can write without limitations. if you are underage pls do not interact with my NSFW posts!

⤷ i'm not the most fond of taking requests so i'm allowing myself to refuse any requests or just not writing them simply because i get super overwhelmed when it comes to requests. like i said i want to take it easy on this blog so i don't become burnt out on writing before i can even fully start.

⤷ full length fics are something that i'm working on getting better at writing! i want to use this blog to explore my own writing style and to get better at writing overall.

⤷ because woonhak is younger than me, i may not always write for him. i don't forsee myself having much of an issue with anything but if i ever leave him out of the post i will most likely put an explanation as to why! and obviously i won't be writing any smut for him, nor will i be writing anything suggestive.

✮⋆˙ writing rules and guidelines.

⤷ hard thoughts and soft thoughts are always welcome! i love chit chatting with u guys so i love to hear from u all, any of your thoughts will be added to the #angeltsan.thoughts or #angeltsan.thinking tag!

⤷ i will accept small group posts, for example, "what is bnd's preferred type of skinship?"

⤷ you guys can also send in small blurb requests or timestamps or little asks that can be turned into those, for example, "imagine it's late at night and you're cuddling with sungho" and i'll write a little something about cuddling with him. these will be added to the #angeltsan.blurbs tag.

⤷ so i will write reactions, blurbs, timestamps, and full fics, all writing will be in the #angeltsan.library tag for a one stop shop for all of my writing.

⤷ will write (smut): sub idol, spit, face/genital slapping, threesomes, etc. (ask if unsure)

⤷ won't write: scat, feet, noncon, stepcest/incest, race play, age play, idol aus, idol riize/bnd, specific physical features unless stated otherwise, necrophilia, male reader, etc. feel free to send an ask if you're unsure!

#angeltsan.rules

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flower-zombie-rob · 1 year

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late night’s are for sleeping

Another little irissona fic because I literally cannot help myself they're so fun to write as little snippets and tidbits. Hope you enjoy! This one is, once again, featuring @geekyfox2‘s character, the iris employee Geeky. This is another super wholesome one so no trigger warnings or anything like that, just cute, fluffy character interactions. Enjoy and feel free to ask any questions about the character, I’d love to talk about them more!

The twilight moon shone through the window of R’s room in the dead of night. R called it a room, in its basic form it was more of a cell, but that didn’t matter all that much when it was decorated like a room. How the iris employees had lugged soft, ikea furniture through the doors of the security-tight facility was still a mystery to them. Nonetheless, the hour on the clock was long past midnight, which sprung a surprise for R as they were tentatively listening the the quiet hums of computer fans and the gently putter-pattering of laptop keys from a room somewhere along the hallway. Someone was hard at work, an odd occurrence down this end of the facility at this late hour. The only ones usually required to be down here this late are security guards, and they're not needed half the time either, being suspended on R’s good behavioural record for an ALTR in containment. They wondered who it could be, sitting in one of the occupied office rooms, slaving away at a desk while the moon was high. After a while of sleepless speculation, the energised ALTR realised they were far too curious to fall asleep contently.

They stood up and rustled around in their cupboard for the emergency access card they’d been given, in case they desperately needed something or injured themselves while no one was around. They scanned the card at the door lock and watched as it chirped. There was a subtly click and the door slid open with a gentle push. R peeped their head around the gap in the door, taking their first step into the unknown darkness of the hallway without their rooms subtle highlight bathing the walls in purple. They shuffled nervously past the doors to their left and caught sight of a blue light emanating from the underneath of an office employee door. They sped up, tip-toeing towards the door and pending it tantalisingly slowly, worried of the prospect of getting into worlds of trouble.

Takeaway food packaging lined the eft side of the desk, post-it-notes littered around the computer so that the border of the glowing screen was barely visible anymore. Scrunched-up paper notes and pens were scattered haphazardly over the sleek white tiles of the office and the typing of the keys felt more fatigued from up close. Geeky sat, clearly oblivious of the time or simply ignorant to it, typing away at what must have been some overdue work, scratching at the walls to Finnish a deadline she was desperate to reach. Her glasses messily sliding down her face and hear hair messy, she didn’t even notice the young ALTR saunter in, still fulling engaging her tired attention on the unfinished work. She’d pulled an all-nighter, as the rest of the employees R knew had told them about. Apparently Geeky was notorious for working herself into exhaustion and burnout, as R was now observing. They were the only two who seemed awake this side of the facility, the only two creating noise of any sort. R decided to pipe up in friendly concern.

“Geeky?”

R let out a shriek as they were attacked in a flash by a very clearly startled Geeky, having a taser threaten them a little too close for comfort. The moment the scientist observed who it was, though, she quickly disarmed herself and adjusted her glasses.

“Jesus, R, you scared the life out of me!” She said, putting the taser ack in her lab coat pocket.

“Sorry… why you awake?” R asked, shuffling closer.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she stood as she spoke. “You should be tucked into bed, you have a medical check tomorrow.”

“Was worried about you.” The murmured, tugging on the scientists sleeve.

“I’m fine, just catching up on work. Come with me we’ll get you back to bed. Don’t be using that card to come and check on me, it’s for emergencies only.”

She held the ALTR’s hand and took them back to their room, sitting them on their comfortable bed. As Geeky went to leave, she felt something grasping her am, pulling her back towards the bed with unexpected strength for an ALTR so weak-looking. She found herself looking down at R on the bed, holding onto her arm with a firm grip.

“Stay.”

She let out a small sigh, trying to hide a slight annoyance.

“Why, R?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“You need sleep, R.”

“So do you!”

“I’m working, sweetie.”

“But late nights are for sleeping.”

She was shocked to be suddenly yanked down, falling unceremoniously backwards onto R’s bed(which he had to admit was kind of the exact comfortable bed she needed right now with her burnout). She scrambled to sit up normally, not wanting to risk the clumsy ALTR falling off the bed while trying to stop her from standing. She gave up and laid down.

“There, happy?”

R dunked themselves down beside her, hugging her and pulling the covers over the too. They gave a happy nod and snuggled up to the employee in, what Geeky inferred, was another way to keep her from getting back to her work. She gave up fighting against the ALTR and just let herself chill out for the first time in days.

“I’ll get up in a minute and go back to work, I just need to know you get to sleep.” She yawned.

R hummed in response and cursed their little body tighter towards the. Scientist for warmth, the scientist who was currently stuck in the most comfortable place she’d been in weeks. She decided, if not for a vert long time, she’d just tale a quick nap. I mean, she thought to herself, whats the point of inefficiently staying awake to wait for R to settle for the night when I could get re-energised to finish the rest of the work?

“I’m only sleeping for a minute, okay?”

“M’kay.” Replied R, closing their eyes and settling into a long night of making sure their friend got a good night of sleep. And as much as Geeky would object to R’s interference with her busy work schedule, deep down, she’d be quite happy with R finally making sure she took care of herself, even if it was just for one night. And, well, just as R told them earlier… late nights are for sleeping. They both closed their eyes and drifted off.

Thanks so much for reading if you made t this far! I had a random blast if inspiration and I wanted to even further develop the relationship between R and Geeky because I think as a duo, also from my last irissona fic, they make a very sweet pair of friends. Something about the workaholic scientist and the carefree baby boi(tm) makes my writing urges go brrrrr. Anyway, check out the rest of the irissona group on blogs like @glass-trash-bab @intothebutterflyburrow @bondedostae @ratwhowrites and more(there’s so many of you i need a list somewhere of which ones have interacted with R and which ones haven’t to be honest).

#irissona #altr r #Iris geeky

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hi Liv I wanna start by saying I love your recs and your blog has been an incredible resource in my journey getting into Drarry. So ✨thank you✨ Anywho on to asking: I’ve been having some trouble staying asleep here lately, mostly because of nightmares, so I wake up super on-edge and creeped out in the middle of the night. I’ve been turning to fics to just read and distract myself but not all of them distract me enough to calm down. I’m wondering if you can think of some lighter/fluffy/comforting fics that I can dive into to so I can relax and get back to sleep. Apologies if I’m not asking right (like I’ve seen asks that are looking for specific fics that they’ve read before and are trying to find again, and I’m not doing that. I’m asking for a type so if that’s wrong feel free to ignore this😅) I tried to look around and I can’t see anything about your asks being closed, so I really hope this is alright. Thanks ever so much for doing the recs you do! Also disclaimer: I’m writing this after being up for a while in the middle of the night, so if my judgment is off for how I should condense this and instead I’m just word vomiting, that would be why 👍

Hello hello! First of all thank you so much for your kind words, I’m so happy you’re enjoying the blog and finding the recs helpful. I’m also really sorry to hear about your struggle to sleep, that sounds terrible 💔 Sending love! I struggle a lot with insomnia myself (but thankfully no nightmares) and find great comfort in soft fics. I have two reclists with short bedtime reads that can be found here and here. If you prefer something longer to get a more immersive experience, I would definitely check the long fics below. I hope you feel better soon! Take care xo

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (2019, T, 43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites (2021, E, 67k)

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (2021, M, 74k)

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for. In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska. Years of hard work have culminated in an opportunity to work with an experimental wandmaker to study the intersection of Healing and wand theory. When Draco arrives, he doesn't find the wandmaker, but does find his apprentice, who happens to have ridiculously messy hair, a lightning bolt scar, and a definitely-not-charming smile.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (2018, T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

#asks #maydillydally #comfort reads #long fics

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