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jamdoughnutmagician · 8 months

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A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Hairdresser!Fem!Reader

Good As New (Part 2)

Summary:Just as he promised Eddie fixes up your car, and you take a visit to Hawkin's library in the hopes to get your business up and running once more.

Word Count:1,626

A/N:Let it be known that this author knows absolutely nothing about cars or mechanics, so please don't come for me lmaooo

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After making yourself comfortable in Robin’s spare bedroom the night before, you find yourself waking up a little later in the morning.

Your head is buzzing with everything that happened. It wasn't just a terrible dream, he was just a terrible boyfriend. You push down the hurt you felt, not wanting to start the morning on a sour note.

Still in the pyjamas you wore to bed, you slide on your slippers and shuffle out of the bedroom.

"Morning Sleepy-head." Robin asks over her bowl of cereal, nodding over to the counter-top, telling you to help yourself to some breakfast. “Grab yourself a bowl!”

“Seriously Robin, Fruit loops?” you laugh, shaking your head at your friend’s choice over sugary breakfast cereal.

“What? I’m pretty sure it counts as one of my five-a-day!” She garbles over a mouthful of cereal. “Anyway, How’re you feeling?”

"I don’t think that’s true, Rob.” you say, making yourself comfortable on the couch beside her. “I'm holding up if that's what you mean" you chuckle half-heartedly, filling up a bowl of your own.

“So what’s the plan today?”

“Well I’ve got to go over to the garage later on today, Eddie said he’d try to fix my car.”

“Oh going to meet up with Eddie, are we?” Robin laughs, raising her eyebrows up and down, which earns her a matching laugh from you.

You shake your head at her, ignoring the insinuation that she was alluding to.

“Right! I should be off to work. Those books are not going to stack themselves.” Robin says, leaving her bowl in the kitchen sink, and grabbing her coat before heading out the door “The library waits for no woman!”

You busy yourself with tidying up to the apartment whilst Robin’s at work. You figure it’s the least you could do, since she’s letting you stay here.

Once you finish tidying up the place, you go to get changed out of your pyjamas, deciding on a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt, not wanting to be too dressed up for going to the garage.

You take a walk down the street where Eddie told you his mechanic garage was and sure enough there it is, Munson’s Motor Repairs.

You walk up to the garage and are immediately hit with the strong smell of motor oil that wafts through the air.

"Excuse me, Ma'am? Can I help you?" You turn around to see where the voice is coming from and are met with an older man. The remnants of his grey hair are receding, and his faded flannel shirt is stained with dark grease spots, his bright blue eyes are surrounded by a few wrinkles as he offers you a kind smile.

"Um, I was looking for Eddie? He told me he works here? My car got taken in last night."

"Oh, so it's your old Chevette out the back?" He says nodding his head towards the garage's yard out the back.

"Yup, that would be the one, Mr…." You trail off, realising that you didn't yet know this man's name.

He wipes his hands on the oil-stained rag hanging from his jean's pockets before offering you his hand in a welcoming handshake.

"Munson. Wayne Munson" he introduces himself.

"..Looks like that old chevy just needed a new alternator.." Eddie said as he strolled into the shop from the back. "Hey! There you are! I just finished up on your car, the alternator needed replacing, it's as good as…" he trails off, he couldn't in all good conscience say your old car was as good as new. "Well, it's fixed anyway." he smiles.

"Thank you so much Eddie!" You say, as you reach for your purse, "How much do I owe you for that?"

"You're lucky your car is as old as it is, otherwise it might have been a lot more expensive to replace these bits. That'll be $90" he tells you.

You rifle through your purse and hand over the handful of notes to Eddie.

"Thanks again Eddie! You're an absolute live-saver!" You squeal as you wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Eddie finds his heart warming. Fuck. Why did you have to be so cute?

He watches as you wave him goodbye, as you pull your car out of his garage.

“So, you wanna tell me why you’re giving this girl a $20 discount, or do I have to guess?” Wayne teases, standing with his hands on his hips.

Eddie flushes scarlet, heat rising from his chest and across his nose. Busted.

“I’ll work extra shifts next week to make up for it, I swear.” Eddie promises.

Wayne waves him off with a smile tugging at his lips, and a raspy chuckle.

“It’s alright son, I won’t tell anybody about your little crush” Wayne smirks, pretending to zip his mouth shut.

Robin is already home once you arrive back at the apartment, lounging comfortably on her sofa in front of the tv.

“Hey, thanks for cleaning up whilst I was at work.” She says turning to look at you over her shoulder. “How’d you get on in the garage? He fixed your car?”

“Yeah, he fixed my car…and…” you tell her, trailing off for a moment, thinking about how you had hugged him as you thanked him for his help. Oh god I hugged him! What on earth did I do that for?

"..and what?" Robin prods, hanging on your every word.

"I-uh..I hugged him.." you say, the heat of embarrassment burning in your chest.

"Ooh! Scandalous!" Robin laughs "Should I buy my hat for the wedding now or later?"

You playfully smacked her in the shoulder.

"I'm serious, Rob! What if he thought I was being, like, creepy or something?"

She turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your panicked state.

"Relax, it's just a hug, it doesn't have to mean anything, and besides if it's one thing I know about Eddie, it's that he totally wouldn't mind getting a hug, especially from you"

"What do you mean by that?" You question, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“You can’t tell me you never noticed how that guy used to look at you? He used to stare at the back of your head all the time in Ms. O’Donnell’s class!” Robin laughs.

“I can’t believe that you, my best friend, never said anything about it!” you shook your head at her, joining in on the laughs.

"I guess I thought he'd eventually man up and ask you out. I'm honestly surprised that he never did" Robin explains.

"Hey Rob, do you mind if I come by the library with you tomorrow, I wanna make a few flyers, see if I can interest a few of the residents of Hawkins for a haircut. All of my clients are back in Chicago and I need to drum up business. I can help you pay the rent."

"Sure, come on down, I'm sure Margaret won't mind if you wanna leave a few flyers in the library, maybe put one up on the notice board."

The next day you drive Robin to her job in the Hawkins public library, parking your car in the parking lot.

Hawkin’s public library had been standing proud since 1894, even through the devastation of the great earthquake of 1986, the building still stands tall.

Walking in with Robin, she immediately goes over to the older lady already behind the front desk. Her silver hair is styled up, with loose curls gently falling around her face, and her wire frame glasses sit perched on the bridge of her nose.

“Good morning, Margaret!” Robin shouts loudly and brightly.

Margaret is all too quick to shush her with a finger to her lips, once again reminding Robin, as she does every time she comes into work, of the number one rule of being in a library is to be quiet.

“Sorry.” Robin cringes. “Margaret, this is my friend, Y/n." She introduces you.

You wave a little awkwardly, offering a kind smile to the older lady.

“It’s lovely to meet you, ma’am. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of where your computers are, please?"

She points down the corridor between two rows of tall bookshelves, stacked full of book.

"Down there, right between Science Fiction and Fantasy. There's some computers set up in the tech lab, my dear."

"Thank you so much!"

You make your way down to the computer lab, and sit yourself down in front of the big desktop monitors. You spend a few moments to make sure your flyers are as perfect as they can be with all the services that you offer and a list of the prices, as well as your business phone number for people to call should they be interested. You print out a handful of copies, and kindly ask Margaret if it would be okay for you to pin a copy of one of your flyers to the library’s notice board.

“Go ahead, Dear. It’s what it’s there for!” Margaret smiles at you.

You pin your flyer to the cork-board before thanking her, and giving Robin a hug and letting her know that you’ll see her back at the apartment after work.

“Oh no! It’s a Friday night! I’m treating you to a night out. We’re going to The Hideout. They have a live band there, we can have a couple of drinks, it’ll be fun!” Robin promises. “And anyway, I think after what you’ve been through, I think you deserve to let loose and have a little fun.”

Maybe she was right. Perhaps what you needed was a fun night out with your best friend to just unwind and forget all about your terrible ex-boyfriend.

@sunflowerdaydreamer @xxhellfiregirlxx @penguinsandpotterheads @munsonology @seatnights @avalon-wolf @jesssssmaybankk

#Eddie Munson x Reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson Fanfic #Eddie Munson x reader fanfic #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson fluff

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swisccfinds · 4 months

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Kiss-n-Grind Mod by UTOPYA_cc

This is a good ineractable romance mod! I like that is gives more physical interactions with your sim's partner.

Creator's Notes-

Hey guys, hope you all are doing well. Quiet excited about this one,

The main idea was to make a mod that will focus on adding more romantic interactions to the game. to add more realistic moments between couples. I wanted to add what I feel is missing from the game.

So After some searching and looking at what should I make first, I have decided to start with a passionate grinding/dancing interactions, There is too much stuff to cover in the club life. that the game didn't manage to add, other than some silly dances. Your Sims couple can't even dance together.

Therefore I ended up turning These new animations into their own mod, It will be a great foundation for all the ideas that I want to add!!

The mod For now will introduces two new interactions with their animations and emotions/buffs

The new pie menu will appear in the Romance category under the name Kiss and Grind, all the new interactions will appear on it:

The interaction won't appear if your sim hasn't had their first kiss yet, or the level of romance is too low

Features Of the Mods:

New highly detailed animation with their own sounds

New pie menu for the new interaction

New icons for each Interaction/animation that will suit their own animation

A new dynamic buff system which increases with the romance bar

These interactions will give you a buff for both the actor and target sim.

There is a chance to get some notifications/comments from your partner

The animations were made to have a more romantic feel to them. to give the player the freedom to use them in any game style they want. All the icons used are custom-made by me, I did put extra time into them to be more visually pleasing and match their original content

Possible outcomes:

I have implemented in this mod a new buff system that will depend on the relationship between the Sims and some other factors:

First of all The outcomes will be highly randomized for both the actor and the target to keep the game more exciting.

The higher the romance level between your sims the higher chance of getting more intimates outcomes with stronger emotions:

Obviously, this is a club-based mod, you take your sim there to meet up with new Sims, So Even with a low romance, The outcomes may be higher and unique If your sim has high charisma.

When the romance bar is higher the 90% there is a small chance to get a notification/comment from your partner.

The mod will be enhanced further in the future, with New animations, New mechanics, and features.

I still love the original idea. So once I have decided all the interactions for it, I will start making them into their own mod, and leave this one just for the club-related animations.

The interactions shouldn't be played autonomously,

Better to wait until the animation is finished and the queue is clear before playing another one.

Requirement : This mod needs the XML injector by Scumbumbo. You can download it here : https://scumbumbomods.com/xml-injector

How to install :

Just put both my mod and the XML injector script into your Sims 4 Mods folder.

Please visit UTOPYA_cc and show some love and support for this amazing mod!

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hollowtones · 8 months

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After starting college, I realized I haven't read much this entire year and so I picked up House of Leaves and got done in about a week. Have you had a "fuck it I'm not gonna finish it if I put it down" book, video game, or any other work of art you wanted to complete?

I feel like something similar enough happens with most books I read, haha. 90% of the time I'll pick up a novel or a comic, go "hey this is pretty cool", and then I get into a fugue state and a couple hours suddenly disappear and I'm at the end of it. Most recently my sister lent me her copy of "A Prayer for the Crown-Shy" before my trip (which IS a short read, to be fair), & I thought "oh maybe I'll just read a bit of this on the last leg of my flight & then take in the sights out the window" and I ended up devouring the whole thing in a sitting. LOL

I guess that's less "I won't finish this unless I finish this NOW", though. I find I don't really get that way about a lot of things. I'm very comfortable putting down a book or a game or a show for months-to-years & then getting back to it whenever the mood strikes. I have at least two books I've been slowly pecking through for like six months now." I still haven't technically done everything I wanted to do in "Hollow Knight" & it's been over a year but I know I'll go back when the mood strikes. I didn't feel like touching "Dark Souls II" for months, even though I was having a great time with it, but I can feel the urge coming on back & it'll be fun to climb aboard again soon. I think I read a couple hundred chapters of "One Piece" in one shirt burst & then go anywhere from a month to a year before I go "oh man I should read more". I've got no qualms with doing something later or saving something 'til I'm in the mood for it, and I've got no qualms with starting again or peeking back a bit for a refresher.

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xullianspamnoham · 11 days

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Hey hi

I'm here to hide away in your blog and rant a bit

Remember how I recommended you the council of the inevitable? The fic I never finished reading? (Idk if you read it or liked it)

Basically a bit ago the author of the fic had found my blog and I've already talked about the fic there while I was still reading and basically she thanked me for reading and enjoying and she also follows me which is cool I guess

But also I'm so so uncomfortable because I didn't finish it and quite frankly didn't really enjoy it that much. The fic felt more like those reality shows where everyone is really messy and terrible and you want to look away but you can't, except I looked away and haven't looked back.

(And I'm also 90% sure she's proship neutral, as in not a proshipper but doesn't mind other people doing it. But like I said I'm not 100% sure, there's 10% doubt so don't go blocking just yet)

Also she sometimes interacts with my posts like reblogs and replies, and I always feel weird about that too

Anyway I'm not expecting you to give me any wisdom on this I just needed to get this off of my chest

For future refrence do you want me to tell you anything that might kill your mood or keep it to myself?

And also yea those "i follow you cause you interacted with my thing" follows make me so so uncomfortable especially if theyre more famous people i usually just try to ignore them without being mean

#xullian asks⁉️#xullians moots

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australianb1tch · 1 year

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so inviting, you almost jump in || kent fisher x gn reader

a/n - this is part 2 to weird but fucking beautiful. this part is based on gold rush :)) once again, this isn't proofread

summary - you don't like a gold rush but kent has you stuck in your thoughts and feelings about him

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You were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling reminiscing over the night you had. You had lost track of thought when your phone chimed and the screen lit up.

Enid: are you alright, you seemed in a haze back at the rave'n

you: i'm good, something just happened there that I wasn't expecting, that's all

Enid: you sure? if you ever need to talk about anything we can have a sleepover and talk it over some movies and snacks. we can do it tonight?

you: of course, come over when you're ready. Wednesday can come to if she'd like

3 minutes had passed when you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and saw Enid standing there with a blanket, bag of snacks and her phone. "Hey, where's Wednesday?" you smiled at her.

"She didn't want to come, she wanted to write a page for her novel. Also where can I put these?"

"You can put them on the bed for the time being."

"Now what's been bothering you, you have never acted like this in my time on knowing you. Did someone say something rude or is it something else?" Enid asked concerned.

"I, uh... I think I like someone..."

"Oh.. my.. god, WHO!" she screamed.

"Keep your voice down!" You whisper-shouted, "Also I'm not going to tell you it yet. Tell me who likes who and I'll tell you afterwards."

"Okay so I'm like 90% sure Xavier likes Wednesday, Bianca still likes Xavier, a few guys like Bianca, a few girls like Xavier and Kent..."

Your face dropped at the statement. a few girls like Kent. it felt almost as if your world was going to come crashing down. There was no way he would like you now that there's a few others in probably the same situation as you. Was the Rave'n seriously just some stupid thing you came up with in your head? You knew it felt to good to be true.

Enid continued to rant on about the gossip as you grabbed your laptop and some of the snacks. As she was talking she put on 10 things I hate about you and you two got yourselves comfortable. "So far, that is all I know," she finished off with. You pressed play in hopes that Enid forgot about asking you about who you like.

Halfway through the movie, you felt some pressure on your shoulder. You turned your head and you saw that Enid had fell asleep. You checked your phone and the time read 1:30. You set an alarm for 7 so you wouldn't miss breakfast. You closed your laptop and gently moved Enid so you could switch off the lights. You got back into bed and looked back up the ceiling, hoping you wouldn't fall harder for Kent.

You heard groaning on the other side of the room as your alarm had sounded. You dug your face into the pillow as you took a deep breath. You sat up groggily and stopped the alarm. You looked over to Enid and you both chuckled at each other seeing how bad the other's hair was. You walked into the bathroom and brushed your hair, then you washed your face while Enid cleaned up the remains from the night before. You walked out and went to the walk-in wardrobe and picked out your shoes and outfit, laying it on the bed then helping Enid with the rest of the room. "Thanks y/n, I'll see you down at breakfast," Enid said as she was walking toward the door. You waved to her as she closed the door.

You got changed and headed down to breakfast. You grabbed a mug and poured yourself some tea and grabbed a plate, taking some food before sitting down at an empty table. You stirred the tea slowly, while getting sucked into your thoughts. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, his blue eyes gleaming and twinkling, like sinking ships on water. It was so inviting, you wanted to jump in but everyone wanted him. You re-focused as those thoughts faded into the grey of the tea cause it could never be. You couldn't dare to dream about him anymore. You drank your tea and you saw Enid and a few other students flooding into the dining hall. She smiled at you and grabbed some food before coming and sitting down opposite you. Wednesday quickly followed. The three of you talked for a bit before you started eating in silence. Your thoughts about Kent quickly chased after you but you kept them out. Your plate was empty after a few minutes and you decided it was time to head back to your dorm.

You left the dining hall as another flood of students was coming in. You walked down the corridor and your hand brushed past someone. You turn your head around and you locked eyes with the guy that took up your head. He seemed to move in slow motion, his hair bouncing ever so slightly with every step he took, falling into place like dominos. Your heart seemed to stop at the sight of him, fireworks and butterflies seemed to replace the food in your stomach. You felt yourself falling for him even harder than the night before but you turned around and kept walking as you knew that falling felt like flying till your bones crushed. You kept repeating in your head 'everybody wants him, you don't like a gold rush'

#kent #kent the siren #kent wednesday #kent x reader #kent fisher #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday #taylor swift #gold rush

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yanderepuck · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 21

WELCOME BACK TO KINKTOBER. This event killed me for a whole year and I'M BACK. The prompt list is made by @xxsycamore

If you want to read 2021's Kinktober the masterlist is on my pinned post.

Happy reading sluts. And remember to reblog

21: Guided masturbation | Pegging

You've never met someone so peggable. You never even knew what that meant until you saw him. You laid your eyes on him and went 'yeah. That's the boy I'm going to peg'. And that was that.

But now how to convince him. Maybe he's into it? No. How could he be. This is Isaac Fucking Newton were talking about. The guy was almost 90 and never got laid. He's definitely not thinking about getting pegged.

Unless.

"Hey, Isaac? There's this thing that I really want to try with you in bed," this boy is so vanilla. You can't possibly think of a better way of asking him this. He's warming up to a few things you tell him about, but there's some that he's very uninterested in.

He hesitates for a few moments. You can see him going through all the possibilities. "In bed? It better not be anything dangerous," his face goes red remembering the last time you said something like this. "I don't want to hurt you."

You wanted him to try choking you but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The man won't even slap your ass if you bend over in front of him. He has respect, but it's not exactly something you're looking for all the time.

"So you know how there are times where I'm on top?" You keep your eyes on his face. He's trying so hard to concentrate on the item he is fixing. You think it's a pocket watch but you aren't completely sure. It's all in pieces on his desk.

Talking about sex always get him so flustered. He gets worked up so easily that it's fun to tease him. "I- yes."

"And you know how there are times where I'm on my hands and knees when you're-"

"Y-yes!" He really doesn't want to hear you explain it. Actually he does, but he doesn't want to have to deal with the consequences of hearing it. "Where are you getting at?"

He really has no clue.

"Well," you take a step closer to him. "What if you were the one on your hands and knees and I dominated you," you rest your hands on his shoulders and gently massage them.

He get still. Doesn't say a word. Did you break him?

"Isaac?" You lean forward to look at his face. It's bright red. He must be trying to paint the image in his head.

"You mean as in you penetrating me?"

"Exactly that!" Such a smart boy for catching on so quickly.

Isaac isn't sure if that's the answer he wanted to hear or not. He got it right, but at what cost. "How would that..." His words trail off.

"Just give me a yes or a no." You want to know if you should just drop it or if there's a chance.

"Yes" his voice sounded frail, maybe a little scared, but also intrigued. You weren't sure which emotion to focus on.

Your eyes light up. "Really? Would you want to try it tonight?"

"To..night? Okay." He messes with some of the pieces on his desk. "C-can I get back to work now?"

"Of course," you kiss his cheek and leave his room.

Later that evening you go into his room holding a bag. You weren't going to walk through the mansion with lube and a strap on in your hands. Who knows who you would run into, and that could end up horrible.

You get to Isaac's room and lock the door behind you. For both of your sakes you don't want anyone barging in.

The room light wasn't on, just a lamp by the desk he was working at. He was using light from the window originally, but once it got too dark he didn't feel like getting up.

He was finishing cleaning up so you went up to him to give him a hug and a kiss. "Did you get everyone done that you needed to?"

"Just finished up."

You smile and hum. "Such a smart boy," you giggle and kiss him again.

He finds your kisses addicting, and once you start to kiss him, he wants nothing more but to kiss you back. "Did you eat your dinner when I dropped it off?"

"Yes I did. Your cooking was delicious as always," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Good boy," you are convinced he likes to be praised. Whether he does or not you aren't actually sure. But that's your working theory.

He kisses you some more, holding your hands and interlocking your fingers as each kiss gets rougher than the last.

You moan into his mouth and press your body against his. You've been looking forward to this all day, but you wanted to make sure he was also in the mood.

"Are you ready to try something new?"

Isaac has been telling himself to be more open and to try new things. He loves you and he trusts you so what's the worst that could happen in this situation. "I'm looking forward to it actually."

You get even more excited to try this. "Then get these clothes out of the way," you tug at his shirt, untucking it from his pants. In the matter of seconds you're both stripped down and on his bed, hands touching each other everywhere.

Isaac thinks back to earlier. "Should I be on my hands and knees?"

You think. You really want to see the look on his face, and plus he didn't have to worry about keeping himself up.

"Why don't you just lay on your back. I want to see what cute faces you make."

As Isaac gets comfortable on his back you reach off of the side of the bed for the lube that you have.

"It's going to feel weird at first, but you're going to have to trust me," you coat your fingers in the lube. Isaac just nods his head and relaxes his body.

You spread his legs and start out with one finger. You hear his gasp and cover his mouth. Well he isn't yelling at you to get you to stop.

You work the lube into him to help loosen him up. After what feels to be a few minutes you add another finger and you feel him tighten.

Still no complaints. His moans are gorgeous though. They are even better than when he's inside you. With each thrust of your hand you watch his cock twitch and drip precum from its tip.

A few more minutes and you add your third finger. Now he's gripping the sheets under him. His toes are curled and you can tell he's trying not to twist his body.

"You make the cutest noises."

You spend more time using your three fingers to really open him up. The next step is the strap on. He hasn't said much but he's clearly enjoying this.

After you pull your fingers out of him he whines in protest, but you're reaching for the strap on and getting it ready.

"Okay. This is going to be a bit bigger than my fingers. Let me know if it's too much."

Once he agrees you gently push the dildo into his ass. He takes in a large breath as more and more fills him. He bites his lip and air is sucked in through his teeth.

He bucks his hips up to show you that he wants more. With your hands on his hips you push all the way in and slowly begin your thrusts.

Oh what you wouldn't give to watch him squirm on the bed with a vibrator up his ass. Maybe have him blindfolded and tied up.

One day. But right now you get to watch him squirm as you thrust into him just as he thrusts into you. You lean down and kiss him.

"You're doing so well," you praise him. "Do you like how it feels?" You get close to his face, not staying in rhythm. He nods his head, afraid of how he's going to sound if he tries to talk. "Come on. Let me hear you say it."

"I-I love how it feels!" He was trying to hold back his moans but now that he's opened his mouth they won't stop.

"I had a feeling you would enjoy this," just like you thought. Super peggable.

#kinktober #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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“I won’t be fucking her sister”... nope Josie you won’t, you’ll be fucking HER.

Oh but poor Josie. Who arrived a little early than they'd arranged to look around the flat, a little startled to find a positively tiny woman, Edwina, she assumes tightly wrapped around a man, their lips moving desperately together.

Josie cleared her throat, feeling it might be more awkward to stand here waiting for them to finish and the second the woman looked up questioningly Josie felt her stomach drop. Kate Sharma was a beautiful woman, that seemed like a slightly undeniable fact so in hindsight, she wasn't quite sure why when she'd imagined for sister she hadn't considered this.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was light, clear, a little curious as her eyes flicked over Josie.

"Um- I'm Josephine- Josie? We spoke on the phone?" She cleared her throat again a little awkwardly, trying not to notice the fact that Edwina was only in a Tshirt and her underwear. "I um- I work with Kate and Anthony?"

Edwina nodded, extracting herself from the man who was still pawing at her. "Right, yeah, of course." She turned to the man, "Sorry, My new flatmate, I better-" She jerked her head.

"Yeah, I gotta take off." The man said, kissing her quickly again. "I'll call you."

Edwina smiled politely, though Josie noticed she didn't confirm they'd be seeing one another again just watched him leave.

"Your boyfriend?" Josie asked, trying to break the tension.

Edwina startled with a chuckle, "No. If I told you I didn't remember his name would you really judge me?'

Josie shook her head, "No, I'm judging you because he had a neck tattoo and you seem like you can do a little better than that."

Her laughter was as beautiful as her voice, tinkling through the hallway. "Well, let's call it an off night. Okay! I'll show you around!"

"Do you wanna... put some shorts on?"

Edwina glanced down, "I'm good. Unless it bothers you?"

Her cheeks burned uncomfortably but she shook her head. She's straight as fuck, Josie stop it. "No, you're fine."

"Cool so, your room would be through here, That's Anthony's bed but he's moving it out in a few weeks, and trust me, You would not want that mattress. But if you don't have a bed to move in, I can get a spare bed and we can... negotiate."

And because she doesn't have a lot of choices, and because Edwina Sharma does seem sensible, and she had a wicked sense of humour and it beat moving in with someone who played the accordion and owned a unicycle, she moved in.

And it went fine, Until she was sitting on the couch a week later and a woman who was decidedly not Edwina left her bedroom.

Josie blinked in surprise as the woman waved awkwardly, dark bites blooming over her neck "Um, hey."

"Hi."

"Your friend ducked out an hour ago to get coffee, what are the chances she's coming back?"

Josie winced for the girl, "Sorry."

"Yeah, I figured." She sighed before she waved again at the front door.

"That was mean." Josie sighed when Edwina walked back in 90 seconds after the girl left.

"She had a hello kitty tramp stamp, I was not going there."

"I'm not surprised at your terrible taste I just... Honestly I didn't know you were into women."

Edwina's eyebrows raised, "Oh, I didn't... think it would be important, does it bother you?"

Josie shook her head quickly. "That would be a little hypocritical of me."

Edwina clicked her tongue, flopping down on the sofa. "Oh. Solidarity. Noice."

Except it wasn't.

It wasn't noice when Josie felt something hot a jealous in her chest when she'd watch Edwina months later, across the bar from where she sat pretending not to find kate and Anthony nauseating, taking someone by the hand and leading them out with a wink in her direction. Hated that she had to wear noise cancelling headphones to avoid overhearing anything. Hated that when she got a text in the morning from Edwina 999, she'd sigh, tucking her coat around herself as she made her way through the living room, slamming their front door before walking heavily back across the room, throwing the door to Edwina's room open dramatically.

"Edwina?! What the fuck?!"

The woman in bed with her startled, looking horrified.

"Oh I go and stay with my sister for one day and you bring someone home with you?!"

"Josie, honey, I can explain!" Edwina jumped up from the bed with a wink as the other woman gathered her clothes.

"Explain you can explain?! I'm Pregnant with your child!" Josie yelled.

"I'm so sorry." The woman gasped, scrambling from the room.

"You did nothing wrong! You seem nice!" Josie called back as the front door slammed.

Edwina let out a slow clap. "Josephine, another oscar winning performance. A baby truly inspired!" She let a kiss on Josie's forehead, wrapping a robe over her body clad only in underwear. "You want coffee? I bought pastries yesterday!"

"Yeah, that- that sounds nice."

"You're an angel! Anthony would never pretend to be my boyfriend. Though we did used to tell people we were twins just to see people's heads explode. Weird now that he's fucking my sister I guess."

I'm in love with you. She thought it not for the first time. I need to fucking move out.

#hurts like heaven #Capital R Rake Edwina #edwina x josie #edwina x bagwell #edwina sharma #molly’s asks and answers

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ronniescribbles · 1 year

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Hurricane Relief

Charlie Dompler x Semi-Impure!Regressed!Reader

842 Words

AO3 link's right here!

Your hands tremble as you tap on Charlie's contact, in hopes he'll save you from the disaster in your head.

A/N: i am alive!!! a lot has been happening in my life and i really was not confident enough to post this when i first finished it... and i know i keep hopping/adding fandoms, my bad pffft. but there's a severe lack of charlie dompler/reader, at least in AO3, so i'm here to hopefully provide! i love to imagine charlie as a softer dude than the fandom makes him out to be, he's just a little blunt and more rational than most. but i still love this yellow blob <3

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Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz...

You choked back tears in an attempt to steady the quivering in your throat. You needed to stay calm, needed to get help, and crying would only make this worse.

Please, Charlie... Pick up...

A faint, persistent stinging struck the corners of your eyes as you stared at the vibrating phone in your hands. They ached from how many times you'd wiped at your eyelids, puffy from a night full of tears. You glanced at the time: 1:06 AM.

The buzzing finally stopped, replaced by a groggy voice on the other line. "Uh... What's up, man..?"

Guilt instantly flooded your entire nervous system. Charlie sounded exhausted, almost like he– Did you wake him up?

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.

This wasn't a good idea... Charlie didn't know what was happening... You'd woke him up in a panic – you were probably scaring him.. This was all a mistake.. a huge mistake.. His response fell on deaf ears as you began to sob again. Your bedroom felt as though it shook with you; the room spun like a hurricane going 90 miles an hour. You could've flooded the room out with the tears streaming down your cheeks. Now Charlie hated you, didn't he?

Oh god.. Charlie must've really hated you...

Your chest physically panged at the idea that he despised you and your meltdowns... Or that you were a burden forced upon him... that you bothered him so much that he would leave you... Was he going to leave y–

An artificial light filled the room. Color pierced your vision, and your hands instinctively lifted to rub the pain away. After a series of harsh blinking and sniffles, you noticed the yellow critter standing in your doorway, his hand resting on the light switch.

"Hey, uh.. What's going on, dude?" Charlie swatted away the sleep in his eyes with two firm blinks. "I mean, like.. obviously you're not okay, which is totally fine, I've been there, but, uh..." You hastily grasped for the words to properly explain the disaster in your head.

"..I hate this," you squeaked in that up-an-octave, softer tone that Charlie almost instantly recognized as your regressed voice.

He kneeled down beside you and his hand cupped against the top of your head. "I know, kiddo, this looks real rough. But you're gonna get through it, y'know?" He drew a calming breath, in and out, like the tide in a tug-a-war with the shoreline. "I'm here now."

Another sob ripped from your throat. Boiling tears gushed down your face, and you worried they'd burn holes into his stained t-shirt. His arms wrapped around you, firm and unwavering. The fact that he was here to stay should've calmed you...

Too bad it only pushed every feeling you'd bottled up to spill over in tenfold.

Charlie didn't budge, though. He was your solid rock amidst the crashing waves of turmoil, unwavering through the storm. No matter how high the tide got, he wasn't going anywhere. Even though he couldn't fix this for you, he kept you dry and sheltered you on the bay.

Once he felt your breathing even out – you could've sworn it'd taken an hour – he whispered in your ear. "Feeling better, buddy?"

A sigh of relief rose from your chest. "..Betters."

That was at least partially true, anyway. You'd probably cried out the last of your tears physically possible tonight. Now, by some miracle, you were calm, and you yearned to explain yourself, to give any excuse you had for waking him up this late. Unfortunate for that voice in your head, though, you found yourself lacking the energy to dive into whatever had tipped you off so hard. Instead, you opted for squeezing him tighter in this impromptu floor-cuddle you two were wrapped up in. Now that you'd become a bit more grounded in reality, you realized that Charlie didn't seem to mind being here as much as you thought. His hand rubbed your back in small, left-to-right swipes, and you felt his chest rising. In and out. In.. and out. He did drive here in the middle of the night, to comfort someone literally crying out in distress... It takes a certain kind of compassion to sacrifice your sleep on a whim like that.

The silence lingered for a bit longer, and then he spoke again. "You need anything, kid? Some water, maybe a snack?"

"..Juice."

"Alright, bud, I can get you some juice," He softly wiggled out of your embrace and stood up. "Wanna come with me?" he added when noticed your worried eyes.

"Mhm," you nodded and followed him down the hall.

You tucked into Charlie's side as the two of you made your way to the kitchen. He'd be screwed if he ever let anything happen to such a precious little one like you. If he had to drive over every night to keep you safe and comfortable, he promised himself that he'd do it.

Any weather, any time – he'd be there to rescue you.

#charlie dompler x reader #smiling friends charlie #smiling friends #agere fandom #agere fanfic #impure agere #ty guys for being so patient with me btw #also take this as your unoffical ronniescribbles valentine's day gift #love ya'll <3

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insanityplea · 1 year

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Hey, word of advice, if you restrict waaaayyy too much (like under 500 kcal give or take) you may lead to a binging cycle. I know how much those suck and I don’t wanna see anyone having to go through the awful self loathing that comes with it.

I usually try to stick around 600-1,200 kcal and without exercising (exercising leads me to binge because I feel “oh, I deserve to eat after that” or “oh, well I neeeed the calories since I worked out” which is a trap).

Just cutting calories down and going about my regular life has been very helpful for me. I’m already down 10+ lbs overall (over the course of a month give or take). And even those slip up days where you’re closer to 2,000 kcal, won’t ruin everything. I’ve had like 2 days in the past month like that and I’ve still lost.

And I don’t have any foods forbidden to me (except 90% of meat because I can’t digest it but that’s different). So if I’m craving soemthing, I’ll eat a small bit, realise it doesn’t live up to the hype, get bored of it and pass it off to someone else for them to finish it.

Either that or finding clever ways to cut calories. Like instead of a burger (in my case an impossible whopper) in the form of a sandwich, get just the plain patty. It cuts the calories substantially and allows the focus to be on the object with actual nutritional value.

To my family I seem to be perfectly normal because they see me eat. Which means I can get away with this much longer.

Though I do know I’m also different. Food never actually aligns with my fantasy of it so I know I’ll always be disappointed by it and therefore will never eat too much of it.

But by forbidding certain foods for no reason other than trying to lose weight, that’s what would make me binge because of how hungry I’d get restricting so much (or fasting) due to the forbidden nature of those foods. If nothing is off limits (in moderation) then you won’t long for it too much.

Sorry for how long this ask is but I do hope that it’s helpful. Just gotta be nicer to yourself to succeed.

sorry I didn't see this earlier ! your advice has been noted 🫡

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shippingsince20015 · 1 year

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Buddie in the Disney-verse

"That's How You Know", a Disney song about love and how you show it.

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I based this on the video above, but changed some of the pronouns in correlation to the person I put singing the line, as well as how I want the message to be sung. I will be making a part two for this, maybe not right away but it will be on my story board.

Please enjoy!

The grocery store was somewhat packed, on Wednesday night, not that Buck minded much. He was shopping for dinner that night, he would be spending it with Eddie, although Chris wasn’t coming. He probably canceled at the last minute or something, so it would just be them too.

"Hey! Psst, hello?" Buck glanced to his side.

"My bad, need me to get something, or…?"

"Ah no! I wanted to read your fortune!" The girl in front of him smiles.

"My fortune?"

"Yep! Or more, like, reading your string!"

"Uh," Buck really couldn't find it in himself to actually care. "Sure."

She grabs his right hand, and begins rubbing his pinkie. Humming every 3 seconds, Buck didn’t know whether or not to be weirded out.

“So… you see, my bad, read anything?”

"Your crush is mutual, and with a little push, he'd make his move to prove it too you soon! Isn't that exciting?"

This time Buck did laugh. Eddie Diaz? Master of hidden emotions and meanings? Asking him out? Utter fantasy. And he must have said it out loud, because the girl backed up a few spaces.

"Are you, do you really think that?" She huffs. Why were they speaking again?

"Well, if I said that, wouldn't I?" He walks off.

The girl frowns.

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"All right Bobby, I'm off!" Eddie shouts. He had just finished his speedy after-work-shower, obviously excited for his plan tonight.

"Alright Edmundo thank you for coming in today. Tell Buck we said hi!" The captain shouts. Eddie flashes a grin at the captain’s back, before continuing to his car.

Yes, yes, he knows he is acting like some high schooler, excited to talk to his crush and whatever. And yes, he knows that at this rate, Buck would probably notice his feelings before he finished his speech tonight. But all of that doesn't matter when he could stay by his side!

… Now he feels old…

Abuelita Favorita

[Hola Edmundo, can you do me a favor?]

[Sure, whats up?]

[Mind running to Bruno's flower

shop real quick to grab those cute

flower hats?]

[It's for Bingo night.]

Eddie holds back a laugh. This reminds him of a meme Buck shared with him…

[Ofc I dont mind]

He turns at the red light instead of continuing straight. He pulls in the appropriate parking lot minutes later, rushing a bit so he could head home faster.

“Hello? Bruno?” He doesn’t get an answer, but it is fine, he knows what he is looking for.

“Hi!” A girl shouts. Eddie whirls around, swearing under his breath.

“Sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you a new worker or…?”

“Nope! I just realized you need help! So I am here to help!”

“Help? With what?” He walks around her to grab the ten pack flower hats. When he turns around again, she is still there.

“Confessing your love!” Eddie pales.

“And why would I need help? I’m like, 90% sure they already know anyway. Confessing isn’t even that hard!”

“Ah, but that's the thing,they don’t.”After zig-zagging through the aisle to distract her, he finally gives up, and faces her once more. Where is that Bruno?

“Uhm, no, they don’t. He is smart like that.”

“How do you know he knows then?” Evelyn asks.

“Because, well, it's obvious?”

“It never is obvious.” She sighs. She grabs his basket, and guides Eddie towards the front desk of the flower shop.

“Ah, can I help you?” Bruno asks. He finally walks up to the front, and brightens when he recognizes him. “Edmundo!”

“Hey! So-” Eddie starts, trying to push Evelyn away. (Start!)

“How does he know, you love him?” She sings. “How does he know, he’s yours?”

“Wait wait wait.” Eddie laughs. He could not believe she was singing right now.

“How does he know that you love him? How do you show him you love him?” Bruno joins in. Did he just pull out a drum from under him?

“How does he know that you really, really, truly love him? How does he know that you love him? How do you show him you love him? How does he know that you really, really, truly love him?” Evelyn and Bruno sing harmonically. Then Bruno, who is like, 70, jumps onto the counter, and continues the beat.

“Guys, what? Is this some rehearsal? Am I dreaming? We aren’t in a Disney movie, you know.”

“Shhh, relax.” Evelyn says. She gently takes the basket from his hands, and guides him to the suddenly open space in the store. “And listen.”

“It’s not enough to take the one you love for granted.” Bruno sings. “You must remind him or he’ll be inclined to say~”

“‘How do I know he loves me? How do I know he’s mine?’” Evelyn prances past him, holding a new basket.

“Buck.. knows though?” Eddie stutters. Both people turn to look at him, making him doubt his own thoughts.

“Well, do you leave a little note to tell him he is on his mind? Send him yellow flowers when the sky is gray?” A bouquet of Sunflowers were pushed into his face, making it hard for him to see.

“No, but,-” He was hushed with “tsk tsk”s from Bruno, while Evelyn continued.

“You’ll find a new way to show him! A little bit everyday! Cause that's how he’ll know, that's how he’ll know he is your love.”

“Here is a pen, amigo. You should write it right away!” Bruno hands him one, and gestures to Evelyn. “And those flowers definitely give off the innocent love type! How about this, these’ll be in the house, and your Abuelita’s flowers will only come out to 15$. How's that?” Eddie blanches, finished writing a (rather straightforward) note.

“No no it's fine I-”

“It’s wonderful! He will be back to see if all this was successful! Which, trust me, it will be!” She takes the note from Eddie’s grasps, and attaches it to the flowers. “Please, dear friends, send this to the man who needs to see!” A few birds, a mixture between pigeons and crows, take the bouquet from her, and start to fly.

“How do they know which way to go?” Eddie calls out. He just finished paying for his grandmother’s stuff, and placed it in a bag.

“Magic, of course.” Eddie just sighed in exasperation. “Now let's go!”

“Bye you two! And good luck!” Bruno waves.

The two of them head out to his car, and the moment Eddie places the bag down, Evelyn tugs at him again. He barely managed to close and lock his car before they were entering a park.

“You got to show him you need him, don't treat him like a mind reader!” A man sings. He twirls his date around, before pulling them close. “ Each day do something to lead him to believe you love him!”

“That’s right! Everybody wants to live happily ever after!” She gestures towards the church, where a newly wed couple exits. “Everybody wants to know their true love is true!”

“ How do you know he loves you?” The bride sings. “How do you know he's yours?”

“Well do you take her out dancing just so you can hold her close?” The two are surrounded by a group of dancers, all swaying to seemingly the same song. A pair on the right lean gracefully into the other’s space, presenting three tickets to a formal family event. Evelyn thanks them, and passes them to Eddie, who examines them. “Dedicate a song with words meant just for her, ooo? You’ll find your own way to tell him, with the little things you’ll do!”

“And that’s how he’ll know!” The crowd joins. “That’s how he’ll know! He’s your love~”

“So if I do all these things, will he finally understand?” The two of them collapse on a park bench a couple of paces down from the crowd.

“Yep! It’s clear to me he is more of a verbal affirmation type. Maybe touch is his love language, or verbal assurance. Something like that.”

“Wait, you are speaking as if you met him?”

“Anyway,” She continued.``That’s how he’ll know you love him!” Eddie narrowed his eyes at the obvious transition. “That’s how he’ll know its true!”

“Because they’ll wear your favorite color just so they could match your eyes!” A little girl blushes. Her, also young, date kneels in front of her, holding a ring pop out like a wedding ring. “Plan a private picnic by the fire’s glow, oh!”

“Their hearts will be yours forever! And Something everyday will show! Cause that’s how you know! That's how you know!” The crowd chants. Evelyn turns to Eddie expectantly. “That's how you know! That's how you know! That's how you know! That's how you know!”

“… he’s your love.” Eddie finally finishes. He barely managed to roll his eyes at her antics before she dragged him back towards the crowd, in the direction of his vehicle.

“That's how they’ll know that you love them!” The little girl and boy sing.

“That's how you show her you love her!” The dancing couple adds twirling for good measure.

“You’ve got to show her you need her!” The bride smiles at the love of her life.

“Don’t treat her like a mind reader!”The man sings.

“That’s how he knows that you love him, that’s how you know that you love him!” Eddie joins. It was plain to see how he finally understood the whole message of this wonderful song. Evelyn couldn’t be more proud.

“It’s not enough to take the one you love for granted!”

Eddie jumps into his car, slamming his door shut. To say he was motivated was an understatement. He felt as if his nerves were on fire, driving was almost painful because of it.

“Good luck!”

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hopefulstarfire · 1 year

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Day 5!!! We got to day 5 of my valentines ship prompts yall!! I'm so excited!! This has been the most consistently I've been writing in. Shit. Months?? I'm just happy to be able to be this inspired and I'm like. 90% sure I'm gonna keep up with this and do monthly prompts 👀.

Prompt 13: Yearning

Had to do this one for sunflowershipping!! Because yeah it sure as hell takes them a while 🙄. But they're cute so.

Previous Prompts

Day One || Two || Three || Four

I hope you guys enjoy!

The assignment was to paint what your heart wanted the most.

Nana had most of her other projects for her area of her colleges student art gallery completed. She'd worked hard on them over the past year, pouring her heart and soul into each one. Every assignment, every new project, offered a new challenge, but she tackled each and everyone head on. This one would be no different.

...Except she found herself painting something she wasn't even sure if she could display.

Realistically, she could have painted something like herself being a psychologist and helping people through arts therapy. She could have painted the card shop, because her home and her little close knit family was where her heart was. Hell, she could have painted the symbol of friendship Téa had marked on all of their hands before Yugi Dueled Kaiba for the very first time.

She went with water colors, her favorite medium. The background, she had decided on being the colore of a sunrise; nothing motivated her more than getting up to go for her morning jog more than the excuse to see the sun peak as the sky painted itself vibrant golds, pinks and blues. Rather than clouds, she found herself making a border of gardenias; in a way, they almost looked like clouds. She'd read about their meanings before; clarity, trust, hope, dreams, and secret love renewal.

Then she started painting the center focus and, to her surprise, it became the figure of a different woman altogether.

It didn't sink in what she had done until the painting was complete. She had the subconscious thought guiding her, of course, playing pictures in her mind for reference and yet she still didn't process it until she saw the finished product;

Long black hair flowing in the wind. Gold jewelry decorating her arms, hands and neck. The soft features of her face, her hand resting above her chest, where the Necklace once had laid. And those eyes, those beautiful eyes she could have gotten lost in every time she saw her--

"Crap baskets." Nana sighed, head falling into her hands.

It was, apparently, no secret that she'd had quite a bit of romantic feelings for Ishizu. Most everyone in their friend group saw how her whole face would light up the second she saw her, or the dopey grin that came when Ishizu would laugh, a sound she heard far more often now, now that she was at a spot in her life where everything wasn't wrangling in disaster after disaster.

Everyone except Ishizu.

"I can't showcase this," she mumbled to herself, hands tugging at her long bangs as she finally raised her head. "It's too embarassing -- for her and for me. I should just...hide this in my closet until the end of time. Yeah, that sounds like a pl--"

Her phone went off and she practically leapt out of her seat to grab it; it would at least be a welcome distraction from --

"Hello, Nana!"

The redhead quickly shifted, sitting up and making sure she sat away from the painting, keeping out of frame as she tried to recover and manage a casual smile. "Hey, Ishizu! What's up?"

Ishizu seemed to be sitting in her office at the museum, if the bookshelves behind her were any indication. Nana had helped re-arrange, set up and take down several things in the museum for her for the last few months, and the office had been their little hideaway to drink tea and chat afterwards. Those were some of her favorite moments.

The other woman lifted something off her desk and proudly held up three tickets. "I was able to get my hands on tickets for my brother's and I to your art exhibit that's coming up!"

...Oh.

Oh no.

She really couldn't now.

Nana saw her cheeks flush red, almost hiding the constellations of freckles on her face. "Y--you really wanna come?"

"Of course," Ishizu said, giving her a smile. "You're a talented artist Nana, and you're our friend. We want to support you and your talent!"

She tucked her long bangs behind her ears, heart hammering in her chest. "T--thank you! Seriously. I...it really means the world to me that you guys do. Really." She cleared her throat, offering up a smile. "I can get to walk around and show you all some of the other pieces too. Everyone's been working really hard on these projects."

"I can't wait to see them," Ishizu mused, resting her cheek on her hand. "Professor Yoshimori made the comment that the art department professors are all singing you and the other students praises." Her smile only increased. "It'll be nice having an expert artist like yourself be able to guide us through and hear your views on the different pieces."

The redhead gave a sheepish laugh, free hand fidgeting now in her lap. "I wouldn't call me an expert or anything; I'm still just a student too," she told her. "But I'll be happy to get to talk about them! I always enjoy hearing you go in depth about all the pieces in the Egyptology wing; so I hope I can live up to your skillset!"

They talked for at least an hour more, the thoughts of the painting fading from her mind for that little span of time. She found herself relaxing, simply basking in the time with her and the dopey smile never left her face.

(If she'd actually let herself stop being so oblivious, she would have noticed the soft glances Ishizu stole, or the kind of smile that was only reserved for her. She would have realized the other woman was trying to test the waters, hint at her own interest. Yet, that time still had not come.)

It was late by her standards by the time they got off the phone and she let out a yawn. Her gaze caught the painting again and she sighed as she rose to her feet, looking it over.

"...I'll just handle this in the morning," she decided, hands on her hips. "I'll work on a new painting and everything."

Even if it wasn't directly from the heart. She just had to come up with anything else. She couldn't face the mortification or rejection she was so worried would happen or risk creeping Ishizu out.

She let out a yawn, arms stretching over her head. "Tomorrow." At least she had the day off from classes.

(She didn't expect to sleep in. She didn't expect her Grandpa to find the piece or the assignment sheet hanging up on her vanity mirror. She certainly didn't expect for him to take it off to her professor with it finished, so she could focus more on resting.

She didn't know what to do after that. Though, crawling under a rock had crossed her mind.)

#yugioh #ygo #ygo ocs #yugioh ocs #kenzs valentines prompts #my writing #you painted colors in my heart i could never replace #nana mutou #ishizu ishtar #isis ishtar #sunflowershipping

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voidstilesplease · 1 year

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Hey I just read ur fic and do u think there’s a chance for a more hopeful patrivan ending? I genuinely think patrick is not dying and manu is not leaving. I think everything they’re doing to make us think he’s not in s7 is just PR to keep the fans entertained while watching s6 cuz if they revealed exactly who’s in s7 and who’s not, then s6 would be more or less spoiled, so I think they’re keeping manu’s presence in s7 secretive bc of it. Like CMON they can’t get rid of the person that brings them 90% of views esp bc everyone seems to love him a lot and he loves the show too idk idk idk I might just be deluding myself

Hi. First of all, thank you for reading the fic! Secondly, it depends on what constitutes a "hopeful ending" to you. Personally, Patrick and Ivan parting the same way I wrote it in the fic, is as hopeful as I can get. Initially, I, too, feared a tragic end for Patrick. But I have changed my opinion since, and now while I believe that Patrick's not dying any longer, he is still leaving one way or another. I feel like they could wrap up the Blanco's storyline in Las Encinas this season, and it'd be sad, but it'd be natural.

Idk, of course, there's always a chance that everything is just part of the business to promote season 6, as you pointed out. If so, they're definitely doing an incredible job making the fans create buzz while they sit in their leather-tufted sofas sipping cherry coke, and laughing at us. But there's also the case of leaving voluntarily. Patrick may be a fan favorite, that's undeniable, but if Manu feels like his story is finished in Elite, then there's little that could stop him from leaving. Just like all the fan favorites of the last seasons.

Sorry. I didn't wanna come out pessimistic (trust me, I had worse days following the release of the trailer), but as I've said, the best I could hope for now is Patrick turning his back on his life in Las Encinas (and Ivan) to move forward.

Anyway, we have less than a week to find out for sure! I'll just be here if you ever want to talk more.

#asks #patrivan #patrick blanco #ivan carvalho #elite s6 #late to the party woes #manuriousmademedoit

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ifidiedinadream · 7 months

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"reminder that there's no tmi on this blog"

lmao okay. I wanted to send this non-anon but chickened out. nevermind let's go, if you can be off anon talking about this, so can I.

so i'm on-off antidepressants (for doctor reasons and stuff), and I noticed that during the times I'm on my meds, especially when the dose gets higher, The Thoughts TM pretty much more or less disappear, like I don't wake up distracted thinking Thoughts, the daydreaming is still 90% of my day like usual but there's rarely any 18+ thoughts and even if there are, they're on the very sweet and soft side only, and reading explicit fics is... different. Like, it's still fun because it's fanfiction and I enjoy reading fanfiction, especially if there's feelings between the characters to explore, but it's... idk. Tamed down? Like eating a meal you like but it was made differently or with less spices or whatever and you still like it but the sensations you experience are... lower? idk if I'm making sense, it does make sense in my head but putting it in words is difficult.

Anyway, the point I was getting to is that while the meds only mildly help really, I don't want to stop taking them because.. I figured out I actually prefer feeling this way. Hold on, my cat's on my keyboard. first she steals my water from my glass and puts her nose in too deep and sneezes in it so I have to get a new one, now she sabotages my unstructured whatever this is. Anyway, where was I. Ah yes, I really prefer being in this kind of.. ugh I'll just call it vastly lowered sex drive state; because usually, I feel kind of bad or uncomfortable with what I've been thinking/fantasising about, and I KNOW that fantasy =/= what you actually want, but idk. When I've finished daydreaming or whatever you wanna call it, I mostly feel weird and like I've wasted time and also like I should never ever tell anyone about that so... giulia and her anons for the sex ed is maybe a good starting point to getting okay with it? then again, if I were to stay on those meds forever and these effects kept up forever, I wouldn't mind at all.

I know that that's a side effect that bothers many people when they start anti-depressants but yeah. Between all the other side effects I could absolutely do without, this is one I really don't want to let go of again.

Why did I tell you all that? Idk, it's just something I've noticed and that I've been wondering about and you've well established there's no tmi on your blog and maybe someone else has had a similar experience who also wondered about it.

good night ✨

hey jess!! you explained yourself perfectly and it all makes sense, don't worry 😌 this is such an interesting perspective!

for me it's... honestly im pretty bummed that my sexual fantasies aren't doing much for me at the moment (today i did wake up to a new fantasy though so i see it as a good sign, i also started my period today so maybe it's the reason?? who knows), im dealing with heartbreak and i was relying on my fantasies to help me cope but it isn't happening. and im always so damn bored. im not a person who's bored often because of my band obsessions and sexual fantasies about the members but now?? i feel so hollow lol like i always have to actively find something to do when it's not something i usually need to do

i understand how you can experience daydreaming like a waste of time. when i worked it got in the way of my job (not majorly but i struggled) but even then, if i didn't have a fantasy to unwind to in the evening i would go insane. i feel like my daydreaming (sexual in nature, mostly, sometimes i get soft fantasies too but it's mostly when im stressed or anxious) is a major part of my life and im used to living in my head 24/7 so if it was tore away from me what would i do? who would i be?

should i seek help? probably, but this is literally the last of my symptoms i need treated 😂 guess what im trying to say is i struggle to share your point of view because of how im built but i think it's 100% valid and if you find you have more time on your hands right now (because you don't waste it feeling guilty afterwards) then im super happy for you!! thankfully i don't deal with that kind of guilt but i do struggle with feeling like i should be doing something more "adult-like" at almost 28, but at the same time i know it's stupid and people daydream until they die anyway

sorry if it turned into a personal rant 😅 i don't think i could live on soft/vanilla fantasies only because i don't get enough of them for the usual amount of daydreaming i need in order to function but if you feel more comfortable with yourself like this, then amazing!! 💕 on this blog we support whatever fantasies you prefer if it grants you a peaceful inner life and the coping with the real world you need!

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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year

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Hey! So a while back I remember you mentioning having to prepare yourself for the motivation of writing (and completing) a long fic before starting AtBI, and I was wondering if you could go more into what that process was like? I want to try my hand at a longer fic for the first time in a while, but I struggle a lot with motivation these days 😞

Oh, man. So for me it involved doing a couple of things. The first was literally just psyching myself up for it which I know is vague, but it's the truth. I don't think there's any shame in writers moving on from long fics and leaving them incomplete, but I didn't want to do that so I tried to steel my resolve or whatever by literally thinking a lot about the time commitment. Not so much in terms of what I'd have to invest in writing week to week, but in terms of how long it would take me to finish the story. I also thought a lot about the fact that it would be my main writing priority for potentially a really long time. (I still WAY underestimated that time frame, btw. Partly because I'm posting much slower than I used to, and partly because the fic is going to be twice as long as I originally thought.)

The second thing I did was more practical, and that was outlining and making sure I more or less knew what was going to happen for at least the first 90% of the story. My outline was way more specific about the first half of the fic than the last half--probably 80% of what's happened in the story so far was according to outline. I think one of the big reasons long fics get dropped is because people don't know where they're going and things just kind of peter out. I don't think having that kind of plan is is strictly necessary, but it does make my life a lot easier on days where I'm feeling uninspired or unmotivated, because the writer's block doesn't hit as hard. I at least have enough already done to work out a very shitty rough draft of a scene, and from there editing is always easier. I think I've mentioned before that I already had a pretty good writing habit--it was a big part of my morning routine so I'd literally sit down to work on thing around the same time every day--and that also really helped with the motivation.

So, idk. I think just really thinking through what you want to accomplish, how you'll make sure you're working on it consistently (if that's a goal), and what you'll do if it starts to feel like a slog are all really helpful for actually getting it done. It feels important to note that doing all that only helps so much, too--I really love writing AtBI but I have thought about abandoning it or going on hiatus more than once. It can be weirdly stressful writing a long fic, for a lot of reasons. You might get new ideas you wish you had more time to pursue, and then you have to think about priorities. Or you might get kind of bored of your own story, because if you're trying to keep tone/characterization/dynamics really consistent, eventually things are going to start feeling repetitive. Maybe not to readers (although I guess people could weigh in on that) but definitely as a writer. And that's without thinking about the potential added pressure if people get invested in your fic. It sounds kind of egotistical to pose that as a problem, but most people I know who've written long fics that got traction have agreed that after a while it gets easy to stress about disappointing your regular readers, so things start to feel more high stakes. I have definitely spiraled out more than once thinking I'm about to post garbage that people will hate, and while it's logically easy to know that I'm writing for myself and have every right to tell the story I want to tell, sometimes it's harder to actually feel that if you get what I mean.

Of course, some of this depends on how long 'long' is to you. AtBI is probably going to be 250k words by the time it's done and that's just stupid. I would never attempt to write another fic that goes through the whole canon timeline, or anything even close to that long. Something that's probably going to be 60k words is going to be a lot easier to get through and avoid some of these problems, I think.

Anyway, that's probably more than anyone wanted on the subject but I, uh, have a lot of thoughts on writing long fics, and the sum of it is that to do it I think you have to be either a really fast low-stress writer, or a little bit insane.

#i am definitely the latter #catch me AGONIZING over my fics always #ghuleh.answers

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Today should have been great but sort of fell apart at the end. Because of other people. Ugh. It's fine. I am looking forward to going to sleep.

I slept okay last night. But James woke me up early with turning on lights again and I got real upset. But I got a little more sleep. And would feel alright. I laid in bed for 5 minutes waking up and that helped a lot.

I got up and dressed and felt good. I had a bagel and packed a very snack filled lunch. And then I was off to the school for my outreach.

I had 4 programs today. With 90 boxes to unload. I got a parking space right away so that took some of my stress away. I'm glad we looked yesterday because I knew where the non two hour parking was. I loaded up my wagon with some stuff and went to the front door.

Some nice ladies helped me bring the wagon inside. And I went to check in at the office. They would call my contact teacher. Who came and got me.

She got the maintenance man to open the elevator for me and he would help me unload all the boxes from my car. He was the most helpful person I met all day. He was super nice.

The teacher showed me the room we were using. The reading room. But the reading teachers apparently didn't know and weren't thrilled. Felt awkward. But it was fine.

I thought I would have a moment to check in with the contact teacher about the program and the schedule but that would never happen. I never really spoke to any teacher today. They would just. Drop their entire class off with me and go away. They didn't even ask my name. It was super bizarre behavior and seemed super unsafe. Like I'm a stranger? You closed the classroom door with me inside?? Like yes I know I'm safe but that's not cool.

Thankfully though the kids were great. The first two hours the kids were so sweet and I really enjoyed doing the whole program. And really it was fun. They were super excited that they got to keep the flashlights.

After the first two programs I had an hour and a half break. I checked in with the office again and let them know I was going to eat lunch in my car and I would be back.

So that's what I did. I had my little lunch. I watched videos. I crocheted. I finished my cream yarn!! Which means I'm done 75 squares!! Amazing.

The afternoon groups were harder. They were larger. And louder. And the reading teachers would ask a teacher to come stay with them and they wouldn't. And then the reading teacher left and I was alone again. And we were doing okay. I was a little stressed but we were holding it down.

And then a child got elbowed in the eye. And I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to call for help. There weren't any teachers in the hall. So I called Jessica at the museum. She would call the front office and ask them to tell a teacher to come to me. In the mean time another student walked the little boy to the nurse office and they would come back with ice. He was more startled then anything. But I was upset that I was alone still.

A teacher would all of a sudden come in about 20 minutes into my last program. I tried to say hello and she just started telling the kids to give me a box my materials and they needed to clean up and I'm like. Hey there is still a half hour left? And she's like well they called me to support you but I have a class on 10 minutes so I can't stay. So she made them all give me their pushpins (that they use to make the light bright) and the kids started getting upset. And then she just left again.

So I tried to get control again and finish up the projects. Then their teacher, their actual classroom teacher, came back to get them but she didn't have them clean up before they left, something all the other classes had done. So I was left to clean up the whole room alone. It upset me but I just wanted to go home.

I asked the reading teacher to call the maintenance man because he had said he would come back to let me use the elevator. But she didn't know how to. So she would go to the office to find someone with a key. And I would get my wagon. And get out of there.

I let Jessica know how it upset me. And she felt like it was unacceptable that they left me like that. She said they would make it more clear in the future that someone needs to stay.

I got to my car and packed everything away. I got a call from the biologic nurse line and I talked to her my whole drive home. She's really nice. She asked me if I had any wellness goals as the medication helps me feel better and I told her I want to try rock climbing and get back in to circus arts. And she thought that was wonderful. It lifted my spirits to think about it.

I got back here at 3 and laid in bed for 3 hours. This is not ideal but I was really sad and tired. When James got home at 4 we laid together. Cuddled with sweetp. James made us an excellent dinner. My dad called and we talked for a while. He sounds so healthy lately. It's great. And I got contacted by the nursery school about coming back to sub! So that's really awesome.

And once James got on their call for their podcast I went to work on the studio.

I made my examples and poster for this weekend. I want to fill it in more because I didn't make things as large as they probably should be but it's fine. I caught up on my rain blanket. Which is finally getting long on the loom so I can see what the weave is going to look like. It's much more open but I think it's going to be so nice. Super different from my temperature blanket in a nice way.

After I did that I laid all my crochet squares out to try to figure out where my final 25 will go. I have the black yarn to do it so I can get to the full 100. And I'm really thrilled. I know the actually putting together is going to take a while but that is okay. I'm excited still.

I got a shower and felt kind of bleh. But I really ma just tired and a little dehydrated. So I am sipping water and juice now. Hanging out with Sweetp and listening to the rain.

And now it is time to sleep. I have a nice day at the museum tomorrow. I hope it is fun.

Sleep well everyone. I love you!

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