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daxerian · 9 months

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Mama y Papa

Carlos Sainz x Reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: my grammar😻, sickness and fluff

Words: around 4k I think

A/n: I am so sorry I was gone for a month but girlie was sick and wanted to spend time with her friends and family🤞🏼

Y/N was talking to Carmen about life you know? Work, their relationships, family, etc.

It was a pretty deep conversation until they heard "Y/nnnnn?"

Of course, it was Lando asking his 'grid mum' for something to help him with, which was no problem from her side but when she saw Lando holding a bottle of water and looking a bit annoyed, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, Lando what's wrong?" Carmen asked smiling knowing that the 2 had a mother/son bond that will never be broken.

"I can't open the bottle and I couldn't find Carlos" Lando answered Carmen. "Hand me the bottle darling" Y/N said while waiting for Lando to give her the bottle. She opened it like nothing and handed it back to him, "There you go" Lando just looked at the bottle for a few seconds and then took it, "Thank you Y/N" "No problem Lando"

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It was around 1 am when Y/N found herself looking at the wall cursing herself out for drinking coffee at 7 pm. At least Carlos is having the time of his life sleeping and clinging to her body.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when somebody decided to call her. She only wondered, who the hell would want to call at this hour? Surprisingly it was Lando, she went into an instant worry in seconds and picked up almost immediately.

"Lando, are you okay?" The worry in her voice was incredible because people wouldn't worry like that when their friends called at night, well that was not the case for Y/N and Carlos Sainz.

"Can you pick me up? I'm near the coffee shop you like and it's freezing and I don't have a jacket or a sweatshirt" Lando answered her, "I'll be there" She hung up the phone a started to wake Carlos up. "Carlos, wake up! Carlos!" once he did wake up he asked his wife "What's wrong mi amor?"

"It's Lando" and that sentence was all it took for Carlos to fully wake up. "Well, why are you still laying in bed? Let's go" Carlos hurried his wife out of bed because if something would happen to Lando he wouldn't survive it. He promised himself that he would take care of him the second he met him.

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It was the day after the British GP and Lando wasn’t feeling well, was it because he went out clubbing to celebrate? Probably yes.

He tried calling Carlos and Y/N but they weren't picking up, that was the moment Lando accepted his fate. He had to go through the pain alone. Until a miracle happened. Carlos called back.

"Lando, are you okay?" Carlos asked curious, "No, I feel horrible and I've been throwing up" Lando admitted, "You've been what?" it was Y/N's time to ask Lando questions, "Have you taken any sort of medication? You know what, we'll go to the pharmacy and grocery shop so I can make you soup okay?"

Y/N told Lando the plan she created in seconds because there was no way she would let Lando deal with it by himself. Carlos hung up the phone and followed his wife asking her more questions like 'What do we need?' type of questions.

20 minutes later the couple was in Lando's apartment. Y/N made some soup while Carlos had Lando laying in his lap talking to him on the couch. "Lando you will take this after you eat okay?" Y/N showed him the medicine, "Mhm" he answered with this tired tone to his voice which Carlos or Y/N didn't like.

Lando fell asleep on Carlos' lap, and the couple was now having this genuine conversation. "He's like a few years younger than us but acts like a teenager" Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the last part, "Oy mi amor, he's our son at this point no?" and Carlos was right "Our firstborn!" Y/N added.

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Carlos, Y/N decided to take Lando with them for their vacation. They decided to visit New Zealand first, and after that, Carlos and Y/N will be going on a big family vacation to Ibiza.

They went to a restaurant because they got hungry and when they arrived Y/N was ready for this;

"Y/N can you please order for me?" Lando asked politely, "Tell me what you want to eat then". "This pasta and this mixed drink please" Lando pointed at the menu while telling Y/N his order, Carlos just sat back and quietly enjoyed the moment because even though Lando is old enough to be enjoying life on his own, he would rather spend it with the people he idolizes. Carlos and Y/N Sainz.

#f1 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Mafia!Bruce Wayne x male!reader

Summary: (Y/N) is an personal assistant to the mafia boss Bruce Wayne. Romance is about to ensue.

Warnings: There is fluff, there is some mafia style violence, Bruce being a good boss.

Sorry it took a while, but I was swamped with school. Last week before the break is always the most stressful thing here, so enjoy this oneshot and happy holidays! (Yes, I know I am late, but I am more of a Grinch so to speak, so not a huge fan of Christmas. )

(Y/N) sighed as he looked over the paperwork once more. Whoever left this behind clearly did it because of spite and revenge. This is pure chaos. And (Y/N) could move in chaos, considering the fact that he is also lives in a some sort of chaos but this is insane.

" Mister (L/N), how is it going? " Bruce asked, walking out of the office.

" Not so good mister Wayne. Whoever left this behind, did this for revenge. This as if a bomb fell in here, I mean... It will take a while. "

" That's okay, I don't have any meetings anyway, so you have more than enough time to sort this papers out. "

" I have to ask, what did you to the poor assistant? Nobody is this chaotic on their own. Am I expecting the same thing? "

Bruce chuckled at his assistant and shook his head.

" I have done absolutely nothing to the assistant. I was a fair boss, gave some time off when needed and I provided them with free medical care. And not to mention they had bodyguards, so they were safe. And overtime was compensated more than it should have been."

(Y/N) hummed and put an another pile of paper into the bin.

" Good to know. "

" Speaking of bodyguards, how are you doing with them? "

" It's weird, but now it's like okay, they are here and I can't do anything about it. "

" You are doing better than most of my former assistants, they had a hard time getting used to the bodyguards. I heard you bring them food and drinks sometimes? " Bruce asked sitting on the part of the desk that wasn't swamped with papers.

(Y/N) blushed a bit, ducking his head down. Bruce tilted his head, noting how adorable the man was.

" It's just as a thank you, it can't be that good for them to sit in the car for that long. And it must be boring too. "

" It's not boring for them, they are paid to do that. "

" Still, I think I would have lost my mind if I was a bodyguard. "

Bruce didn't say anything in response, but simply stood up and straightened his tie.

" Since we don't have anything planned for the day, how about I take you out for lunch? As a break from this mess. " Bruce asked.

(Y/N) looked up from the stack of papers. He was blushing slightly once more. Jesus Christ, he shouldn't have such a crush on his boss, on such a dangerous person, the one who could have him killed in the matter of seconds.

" I would love that mister Wayne. " (Y/N) answered with a smile on his face. He loves the sound of food after all of this mess.

" Good. I know a good restaurant. "

" If you know a restaurant, does that mean that it's expensive? "

" It's a good thing I am buying then. "

" Well then, what are we still doing here? " (Y/N) asked, smirking at his boss.

Bruce chuckled at his assistant. In the 3 months he started working for Bruce noticed that (Y/N) loves food. So, after some observing and some questions, he made sure that his assistant is fed with his favorites.

(Y/N) was in awe after entering the restaurant. It was one of the most expensive and one of the most fanciest restaurants in the city and probably the tristate area. (Y/N) could only dream of eating in this place.

" Mister Wayne- "

" Please, call me Bruce, we aren't at work now. " Bruce said.

" If you say so, but it feels weird. "

" Mister Wayne, it's always a pleasure to see you here. Your usual VIP section? " An older man asked, coming up to Bruce and shaking his hand. (Y/N) was confused for a moment, but realized that it was probably the owner.

" Yes. "

" Of course, please let me. "

And they were led upstairs. It was private and cozy. Almost perfect for a date. After they were led, the owner said that a waiter would be with them with the menus. They put their coats away and then sat down at their table, but not before Bruce pulled (Y/N)'s chair from him. (Y/N) blushed and sat down.

" Thank you. "

" No problem. Now, order anything you want, don't look at the prices."

" Now I am afraid to get the menu. "

Bruce smirked as the waiter came in with the menus and drinks. After looking at it, (Y/N) has ordered a New York strip steak for and entrée and scallops for an appetizer, the only things he was familiar with on the entire menu. Everything else was unfamiliar and far to exotic for his taste and liking. It was far to rich for his taste.

" Do you come here often? " (Y/N) asked Bruce.

" Not really, only when I have important deals to seal. Usually with international representatives. "

" Huh. It has been a while since we had a meeting in one of these fancy restaurants, I think there were only 3 meetings in restaurants since I started working for you. One would say you are an introvert. " (Y/N) said leaning back into his chair.

" Not exactly true. While I do love having meetings in the comfort of the manor, sometimes I love to have meetings outside of the manor. "

" Well, if I had a chance to work from home all the time I would. In the comfort of my blankets and my bed, because there is no stress while you are laying in bed. "

Bruce laughed at response. He envisioned his (Y/N) wrapped in blankets as a burrito- Hang on! His (Y/N)? They are not together, although Bruce wishes. A man is allowed to dream, no?

" So tell me (Y/N), " this was it, he is going to do it, " why would someone as smart as you work for a mafia boss? I saw your CV when you applied. It's great and you could work at any other place than for me. "

" I mean, it's difficult to do so. Usually all the jobs are taken with the help of connections. So, I had an option to be a goon, but look at me, or I do office work for a crime lord. And after you weighed out my options, I said what the hell and applied. "

" So you said what the hell and applied for being an assistant to the biggest crime lord? Wow. "

" And the pay is really great. And you include medical insurance? I will be the best worker there is. " (Y/N) said, taking a sip of his wine. " Okay, this wine tastes rich. "

Bruce smiled. " Of course it is, it's one of their best bottles. "

" Let me guess, 5 to 6 grand for a bottle? "

" More like for a sip. "

(Y/N) choked on air as he looked at the glass.

" No. "

" Yes. "

" Jesus Christ, you rich people are insane. To pay so much for a bottle you are going to drink either way... "

" You wouldn't? " Bruce asked, teasing (Y/N).

(Y/N) laughed rubbing his face. He shook his head, unable to form words.

" Oh Bruce, you make me laugh. I don't remember the last time I laughed this hard. "

Bruce looked at the smile on (Y/N)'s face. It suited him really well. Before any of them could say anything, the waiter brought their food. And after (Y/N) said bon apetit to Bruce, he dug in. It tasted heavenly.

Bruce and (Y/N) left the restaurant a while later. The car was already waiting, ready to take them back to the manor.

" Did you enjoy the lunch? " Bruce asked as they entered the car.

" I did. Everything was amazing. "

" Good. Since there is no work for you today, I have decided to send you home early. "

" On a Friday? Oh me oh my, you truly are a great boss. " (Y/N) teased.

" I want the weekend off, as early as possible. This was one of the worst weeks I have ever had. "

" It truly was hell. Those were truly assholes. "

Bruce smirked at the description of the mafia bosses. (Y/N) was not wrong, they were truly awful that week.

" I hope we won't have that week anytime soon. "

" I hope so too. "

(Y/N) entered his apartment, ready to relax on his earlier Friday. Maybe a hot bath with some scent. As he was unlocking the door, he was unaware of the intruders that decided to invade his apartment. The shadows moved around as (Y/N) had stepped in. He was to relaxed to notice and well, too trained to notice.

And that's when they pounced.

(Y/N) was out like a light, he didn't even had a chance to fight back.

Bruce came back to the manor later, ready to go to bed and sleep. He was just cleaning up his desk, but stopped once he noticed (Y/N)'s phone charger on the way out, simply laying down on his desk. He took his phone out and called (Y/N). He tapped his phone with his finger as he waited for an answer.

" (Y/N), you forgot the cha- "

" Yeah mister Wayne, he won't be getting his phone back for a while. "

Bruce froze once he heard a familiar voice. It was Luca Camino, one of the people who truly hated Bruce Wayne.

" I swear to God, if you hurt a single hair on his head, I will kill you in the worst ways possible. " Bruce threatened, anger seeping through.

" Well, first you have to find us. Until then, good luck. Ciao. "

And that was it. Bruce grit his teeth. Okay, he can't act out of turn here. He needs to have a plan and a strategy.

" Alfred! "

" Yes master Wayne? What's wrong? "

" (Y/N) has been taken, assemble a team. It's Luca Camino. We need to find (Y/N). "

" Of course sir. "

It took Bruce a week to find his (Y/N). A week, the bastard was good at hiding him. The entire city was afraid of Bruce Wayne and what he would do if you even breath to loudly. He didn't sleep a lot or eat, he was hell bent on finding (Y/N).

Right now, Bruce was getting ready to go into action. His gun was here, bulletproof west, here. He was ready. Bruce was ready to rock and roll.

" Okay. Leave both (Y/N) and Luca alive. Luca can be harmed, but I need him alive. (Y/N) cannot be harmed by any means. Am I clear? "

A chorus of yes sir rang out and Bruce was satisfied. He wasn't going back home without his (Y/N).

It was difficult to get (Y/N) back, but after shooting Camino's henchmen and then shooting Camino, he was calm and collected. He put (Y/N) in his bedroom, just to be sure he was 100% safe. He was staying back now, waiting for the doctor to give him the news.

" He is okay mister Wayne. Physically at least, psychologically I don't know. I gave him some painkillers due to some bruises, but he will be okay. He was a bit dehydrated and malnourished, but we have connected him with some fluids to help him. Just let him rest and he will be okay. "

" Of course doctor thank you. "

Doctor left and Bruce was left alone with his (Y/N). He wished he could call him his love, but he couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to (Y/N), who didn't even agree to enter a relationship.

" Bruce? " A weak voice asked from the bed and Bruce nearly jumped on the ceiling from the response.

" (Y/N)? How are you feeling? "

" Okay... Not bad, but not the best. Bruce, I need to tell you something. You will probably fire me, but I need to tell you this- "

" If you told some information to Camino, I don't care- "

" It's not that. " (Y/N) took a deep breath and lowered his head, refusing to look Bruce in the eyes.

" I love you. And I promised myself if I survived I would confess to you. "

" (Y/N), I won't fire you because of that. I... Love you too. I still can't wrap my mind around it, but I love you. "

(Y/N) finally looked up at Bruce with wide eyes.

" Bruce? "

" Hm? "

" Kiss me. "

" Are you sure? "

" Bruce, I swear to God, I will strangle you with the IV cord if- "

And Bruce gently brought his lips to (Y/N)'s. And they were both at piece. They mouths moved against each other, molding together. Once they separated, (Y/N) smiled. He has never smiled so hard.

" I hope you know, there is no turning back now. "

" I would never want to go back now. "

" Good. "

(Y/N) chuckled and gave Bruce another peck.

" Can you stay with me? "

" Of course. "

And after that night, Bruce made a message out of Luca Camino. You don't mess with (Y/N) (L/N). And whoever did that... May God help them all.

#bruce wayne x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #batman x male reader #batman 2022

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 8 days

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Nisha, did you know I would step on some legos barefooted for you? Anyways can’t wait to read for another fandom I have never stepped foot in and would probably never engage with the canon in just because you decided that’s what to make, and I’ve decided to read it anyways. Home cooked meal. -Rotten Anon

The opening line of this message made literal cartoon anime hearts appear above my head, just so you know <3

Also you have inspired me to post a rundown of my WIPs because I am really excited about what I have been working on. And for two of these fandoms, I know you have said you know nothing about the canon, but for the third, I am not sure, so we'll see.

My Current WIPs April/May 2024

Heaven's Gate (for The Walking Dead) - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Soulmates/Lovers Reunited. Angst, Fluff, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 1 to Season 5. 17k in counting (will be a oneshot). You can find a preview here. In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the Governor attacks the prison, and though you both believe the other person is dead (or long gone) you find each other at the most unlikely time, in the most unlikely place.

I am super excited about this fic, and the themes of hope that I have woven into it. Because yes, I unironically love writing about hope and how the human spirit can persevere - which is something that my favourite moments in The Walking Dead show. This is first draft complete and just needs to be edited.

The Jaws of Life (for DC Titans) - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Sequel to Emergency Contact. Lovers Reunited. Extreme Angst, Smut, Hurt and (some) Comfort. Set during Season 3. 21k in counting (will probably be a oneshot - if it needs to be split up, it will be put in two parts, but I hope I can get away with a oneshot). (I highly recommend that everyone go read the original in the meantime, because it is one of my best fics ever.) In this fic, you and Jason struggle with the new meaning of your relationship after what happened with Deathstroke - only for this tentative change to be harshly disrupted by the Joker. And you're still heavily mourning when a red hooded stranger breaks into your apartment one night, seeking medical care because apparently - you owe him one.

Everyone give Jaycen @nctzenkane a big fucking round of applause for this one, because he was randomly talking to me about Jason Todd today (we were having the 'some characters are only fuckable in costume' discussion) - and I got talking about how this version of Jason from Titans makes me so passionate to write about the character. And it is solely because of him that I opened up this fic and took a good look at it - I have been thinking about this fic for months, wanting to finish it because I know I am gonna be proud of it, but I kept hesitating because I thought I had a way bigger mountain to conquer with it. But the conversation I had with Jaycen really inspired me and I wrote 5k on the fic just today, and I realized that with this momentum, I could have the first draft done by the end of this month. So I am promising myself that this is gonna be done soon.

Speaking of which - when The Jaws of Life is first draft done, I wanna host a poll so you guys can decide which of those two ^^ fics goes through the editing process to be posted first. Both will be posted (hopefully) by the end of May, but I do wanna know which one you guys wanna see posted first. Which leads me to:

Nasty (for Stranger Things) - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. 3k (this is gonna be a shorter fic lmao). In this fic, you and Eddie have been dating for a while, but you don't like that all of his attempts to have sex with you have him taking on a (seemingly fake) dom persona. When you finally tell him that you prefer to be more dominant in bed, he isn't disgusted like you thought he might be - he loves it.

This is one I have been sitting on for a while, and right before it was ready to be posted - my brain lost interest in it like tiktok does micro trends. But I think this is gonna be really great to post while the poll for those other fics is cooking because it's short and sweet and for the past few days, whenever I have seen the cover for this in my drafts, I have gotten excited about it again. So I am excited to finish it and show it off to everyone!!

#rotten anon #anonymous #sundrop answers #curren wips #wips #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #jason todd x reader #dc titans #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 months

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tuesday again 2/13/2024

writing cover letters like "Market Research Firm 953989464860, will YOU be my Valentine?"

also, a fallout 4 femslash fic for femslash feb

listening

Fresh Blood by the Eels off their 2009 album Hombre Loco. i would say this is another "i think a vampire probably wrote this low, grooving track" but there are several howls featured. wikipedia says it is about a werewolf. this song sounds like it has a simple bassline and simple drums but it knows what it's about. it's probably secretly really complicated but i specced in knowing about fabric, not about music.

youtube

it makes me want to ice skate really fast and also sounds like watching broken highway lane dividers go by late at night. fascinating that the back half of the four-plus minute song is fully instrumental. definitely a song for when you are traveling, or perhaps proceeding. spotify

Sun down on the sorry day By nightlights the children pray I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed Beautiful woman get out of my head I'm so tired of the same old crud Sweet baby I need fresh blood

i've been mainlining The Black Keys' album Brothers so it makes sense this popped up on my Discover Weekly spotify playlist

reading

in 2015, the year i dropped out of college, the closest comic/weird nerd shit store was a forty minute drive from my house. i bought the first issue of the serialized anthology comics magazine The Island bc i liked the Moebius-esque cover by Brandon Graham, before i knew who either of those artists were or that i liked them. i think it was ten bucks, and having to show my drivers' license really sticks in my brain for some reason. the point i am slowly approaching is that the magazine only ran for fifteen issues, and i didn't buy any other copies bc ten bucks a month was too dear for me, but it was a tremendous incubator for artists i would end up loving. about half the time i stumble across a lovely self-contained book that knocks my socks off i find out it started life in The Island.

All his life, Hank Cho wanted to join the ranks of the Habsec—the rulers of the orbital habitat his people call home. But when he finds a powerful, forbidden weapon from the deep past, a single moment of violence sets his life—and the brutal society of the habitat—into upheaval. Hunted by the cannibalistic Habsec and sheltered by former enemies, Cho finds himself caught within a civil war that threatens to destroy his world. A new barbarian sci-fi adventure by SIMON ROY (PROPHET, JAN'S ATOMIC HEART, Tiger Lung), originally serialized in ISLAND MAGAZINE.

Simon Roy's Habitat asks: do you want to hear a story about a generation ship gone wrong? this is a guy who really knows how to draw mechs and all their fiddly bits and loves doing it, which is a really transferrable skill to lovingly detailing the crumbling brutalist neo-mesoamerican architecture. the Habsec cannibals and their bits and pieces of scavenged armor blend in so well, it's genuinely shocking when we see someone in full, kept up, incredibly colorful armor. gorgeous, gorgeous book. love a fucked up generation ship.

found while perusing the stacks of the library that was closest to a bunch of other admin errands i was running, bc i finally have a tx drivers license and can start collecting tx library cards

watching

im also asking myself why the hell i'm watching yellowstone with my bestie and her husband. it has every trigger warning and a lot of them would make me decline the experience had i looked them up beforehand. however, the inevitablilty of each little tragedy feeding into the circular threshing maw that is the Dutton family is really clicking for me. like well! that mom sure did die in the most traumatizing way possible! and wow that really does go a long way toward explaining why the daughter is self-medicating to an alarming degree AND why no one else is doing anything about it bc they're all still mad at her for being very tangential to her mom's death!

the amount of Stuff that happens per episode is truly astonishing. one of my favorite parts of the ttrpg Beamsaber is the downtime between missions, bc you get to have some really bonkers interactions with people who don't usually interact. despite its huge cast, Yellowstone doesn't yet feel incoherent or like it's jumped the shark in its first season bc it's really successful at getting its huge cast to have unexpected interactions with each other. this sounds a little bit like praising it for knowing how to be good television, but this is a neowestern about a land grab that's also a familial dynasty drama that's really leaning into the familial dynasty part of it. it would be very easy for this to become incoherent or bad at switching between storylines, but so far it's really good at it. it's not beamsaber or black sails bc nothing will ever be beamsaber or black sails but it's really scratching that itch of many small rapidly shifting factions and rapidly shifting political goals bc each child is their own horrible little faction and they have a lot of time where they're trapped in cars or helicopters together getting around their ranch, which is simply too large.

we're trying to watch the yellowstone franchise in release order, and the yellowstone prequel with tim mcgraw came out between the first and second seasons. we will not be continuing this. this is a bog standard wagon train western. cripplingly boring after the brazen insanity of the first season. also i think it is in poor taste at best and irresponsible at worst to show a suicide on screen.

i said i don't know why i'm watching this but i do know why i'm watching yellowstone, and that's bc my bestie keeps seeing tiktoks about it. sometimes im influenced in real life

playing

changed my sheets this week and didn't chortle at the TOP OR BOTTOM tag which is how i know im having. a brain time. another way you can tell im having a brain time are these screenshots of the Breath of the Wild map. as you may or may not remember from last week, last week i had very little of the map filled out.

now is this EXPLORED? good heavens no. i have under 40 shrines DISCOVERED. i have simply beelined to each tower and went VERY fast. or was very sneaky. the three towers i have not bothered to climb yet are the ones i would have to actually fight some guys about. fuck the akkala tower for real.

i love to accidentally get way too close to dragons and die. some fun things about this run: incredibly, exceptionally rainy. except for the stint in the literal desert and the five minutes in the snowfield it has been raining about 70% of the time, which has made climbing very annoying. another fun thing about this run: exceptionally low ancient shaft drop rate, which makes getting ancient arrows to safely kill guardians from afar very difficult. bc as discussed above i have optimized this little blond boy to be very fast and very sneaky to get up the towers very quickly in the two minute spans of time it is not raining.

another fun thing about this run: not very good at successfully spitting out riders next to horses. you can only see the tip of spinch's hat bc he is underground.

i have unlocked the elephant and the falcon, i haven't gotten much farther than finding painkillers for the goron boss and stalled out at the yiga clan stealth mission. bc despite liking being a sneaky fast sniper out in the world, i fucking hate an enforced stealth mission. i don't think i ever got past this part in my other run either.

not jacked enough to unlock the master sword, i think you need twelve hearts? i would rather have more stamina so i can get faster horses + the princess's horse.

after i unlocked a bunch of towers i spent a goofy amount of time in the Lake Floria system herself hunting for treasure chests (there are easily fifty chests in the water. wild) to get the 10k rupees to unlock the last great fairy. i also spent several real-life hours video game mining video game ore. this was deeply annoying bc i sold off all my gems to get 10k rupees and then had nothing to get those sweet sweet high level upgrades with. this was the point on sunday night where i realized i was getting irrationally annoyed with a game that is supposed to be fun, and is NOT meant to support the kind of grinding i was doing. that was enough video game for one day thank you.

did you know there's a korok in the shrine of resurrection? me either.

also did you know magnesis ACTIVATES on the windmills in Hebra but i can't figure out how to get close enough to any of them to do anything about it. annoying.

this has got to be so funny from ganons point of view. i unlocked the elephant and the falcon in under a week of in-game time and then spent several in-game months mining and collecting clothes. would that make ganon more or less anxious d'you think

making

cross stitch update. this confetti in the rover square. i am dying. here’s what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i had such high hopes for pin stitches as a thread finishing method but i had to rip out a mistake near a pin stitch and accidentally ripped out the entire pin and single confetti cross stitch. so what the fuck. i am an insane woman who likes to fully submerge and lightly hand wash projects before they get framed to remove all the oils (yes i wash my hands before stitching, i do get paranoid) and i am not confident pin stitches will hold up to that. oh well. the loop method is pretty great in halving the number of ends i have to weave in, even though i feel like it is extremely wasteful and leaves me with lots of short useless lengths my cats would love to eat. so the gains from halving thread management are really not offset by the meticulous cat management i must embark upon every time i do my fun relaxing hobby.

and the back, which is a horror. and will only become more of a horror. but once this is framed no one will actually see it so it's FINE. i am FINE with this. i started this knowing there was going to be lots of confetti. that's the point of this masochistic pattern

i wrote the first chapter of this fic last summer and outlined the emotional beats (but not much else) while procrastinating moving and have finally lightly polished the first chapter and threw it on the archive. im trying to let things molder less and just fucking post them in the hopes this activates the writing part of my brain again but who could say what's going on up there. this is still something that hasn't quite returned to me post-covid round 2

this will eventually be an E-rated 5+1 fic fixing all the fucking bullshit around Cait Fallout4's companion quest. she will NOT go in the magic chair that tortures her into not being a junkie and being the perfect waifu. she is going to stumble backwards and accidentally into some harm reduction and get railed by a mean top. the mean top and the harm reduction won't fix her but they certainly won't hurt.

#being unemployed is great for the amount of Stuff in these posts even though it is very bad for all other aspects of my life #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 5 months

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♡Weekly Chronicles♡

December 15,2023

Hey babes! This week was amazing I am so happy I have created this blog I love being a blogger. I've wanted to create one for yearssss but I never got the time to do it and didn't know what to base my blog on. I love seeing other girlies on the same journey of self-improvement<3.

♡Education♡

The semester is officially over for me on Saturday I am so excited I need this break because school in general can be so stressful and I need this time to relax and pour into myself more I'll probably be uploading here more frequently while on break.

♡Mental♡

I started antidepressants a little over a month ago and have been loving my journey on them my mind is clearer and I don't feel that little gray cloud following me anymore. I am present and not constantly worrying about others and things that I can't control. This is my first time using medication to finally have control over my mental health. Other than that my mental health has been so good. If you deal with seasonal depression you got this girl it's tough. Trust me I get it I've dealt with seasonal depression and anxiety for years and my inbox is always open for a chat but I ask before you tell me your problems ask how I'm feeling in the moment <3

♡Physical♡

I have been super consistent with my diet! Eating clean and working out every day I have been lifting 3 times a week. I didn't get to lift today because I am currently at work while typing this lol but I will make up for it by lifting tomorrow. I am currently fasting trying to make up fasts from Ramadan before Ramadan comes around again in March and I'm not going to lieeee it has been helping me look extra snatched now! Like I woke up looking in the mirror like yesss but fasting has so many benefits besides keeping you snatched it helps a lot internally as well. I recently ordered some items for my gut health journey and it's at the post office so I'm going to pick it up tomorrow super excited! This is unrelated but last night I didn't want to get out of bed to do my nightly skincare routine but I forced myself to remember my goals so I'm proud of that.

♡Hobbies♡

I have been consistent with my Italian lessons on Duolingo which I highlyyyy recommend for anyone trying to learn a new language the way its set up is perfect for me with the colors and drawing it feels like a game to me lol. I haven't been reading like I was supposed to I think I only read 2 times this week that’s super baddd I need to stay on top of it. I have been blogging consistently and I love seeing you girlies reflagging and hearting my content it means a lot and I def need to do a Q&A I’ll drop one next week for sure. I want to invest in soap making as a new hobby for me it looks like so much fun!

♡Plans For The Weekend♡

I have a trip coming up next week I'm going to Maryland for a convention with a couple of friends from the 23 to the 27. I am super excited it's going to be so much fun. So this weekend I'm getting a lot of things together. I have to look for a few of my outfits for my trip and I'm waiting for my shoes to come. Also, I have my final this Saturday and an appointment with my OBGYN ladies don’t forget to book appointments for your check-ups your inner health is super important please take care of yourselves!

This was this week's little journal entrieee not that much occurs in my life but I still love the little update I gave you ladiesss. Comment your plans this weekend and how did your week go?

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khaleesiofalicante · 6 months

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ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE IS ON NETFLIX

also rwrb au snippy please pleaseplease please pleaseeeee

It's Diwali dani please

It's not available in my region yet 😭 (but yall know I'm gonna watch it every day once it's out there hehe)

A snippy from one of their many late-night phone conversations...

“You’re in the tabloids again.”

“When am I not?” Max scoffs, pouring milk into his cereal, like a normal person.

His phone pings and Max checks his messages to find a link from David. He reads the headline and scoffs louder this time.

MAX LIGHTWOOD-BANE SHOCKER: America's First Son Goes Daddylicious! – Who's the Mystery Mom?

“I see one of these at least once a month,” Max informs as he pours honey into his cereal.

“You’ve been busy, I see,” David hums from the other end.

“Jealous I’m getting more action than you?” Max asks with a grin.

He can literally feel David’s eye-rolling all the way across the Pacific Ocean. “Your parents don’t mind?”

“I don’t think so,” Max shrugs as he gets settled on the couch and turns down the volume of the TV. “My dad probably has a big meeting coming up. The press is just trying to stir drama so they can distract people from real issues. You know, sometimes the White House releases our own rumours when we need to distract people. Last term when everyone was criticizing my dad's decision about the whole North Korea thing, the White House released a rumour that I'm joining the army.”

“Does it bother you?” David asks him. “That both sides are using you like that?”

“No,” Max replies after giving it some thought. No one’s ever asked him that before. “If it’s not me, then it’s Rafael. I’d rather it be me.”

David is quiet for a moment.

Max clears his throat. “If it wasn’t clear, I like the attention.”

“Yes, that has been abundantly clear,” David chuckles. “Still, news like this can’t be good for your anxiety.”

Right. Max forgot he kind of blabbered about that to the other man. He really needs to stop bearing out his soul in the middle of the night. Practice some goddamn self-control!

Thankfully, David signed the NDA. So, it’s not like he’s gonna tell anyone else about it.

“My anxiety is fine,” Max reassures, more confidently than he’d like. "Shit like this doesn't faze me at all."

“So, you’re not worried that you’ve gotten some pool girl pregnant?” David asks curiously.

“I can’t get anyone pregnant, actually,” Max says before he can help himself. So much for self-control. “It’s, uh, it’s a medical thing.”

David is quiet again.

Max checks the phone to see if the call is still connected.

He wonders if David’s confused or if he’s just looking for the right response. It’s usually the second thing with David. He’s always so careful with his words. Maybe Max should get some lessons from him.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Max,” David says gently and eventually.

“Meh, my babies were gonna be too hot to handle anyway,” Max says with a mouthful of cereal so his voice doesn’t sound weird and wobbly. “How about you, your majesty? Everything working alright down there?”

David coughs at that. “Yes. It’s all fine.”

“I bet it is,” Max snickers. “You probably have a dozen fucking doctors hovering over your junk to make sure all the family jewels are intact.”

“You vocabulary, as always, is a wonder to behold.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“Not exactly,” David replies after a moment. “Producing an heir is part of the job description after all.”

“Yikes.”

“Indeed.”

#they are my everything byeeeeee #mavid rwrb au

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ssirenaamae · 2 months

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HER| Park Jimin 박 지민

Based on the song “HER” by Chase Atlantic

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Chapter one

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"Sometimes, I wish you were a man, Kyung-Mi," Chung-Ae sighed.

What?

"I'm not even going to question what goes on in your mind at this point, Chung-Ae," I laughed as I continued to wipe one of the tables of the diner.

She tends to say the most random things ever. Her mind sure is something. Not going to lie, I'm kind of jealous.

"I'm serious! Men these days are just pure trash. Sure, there might be good guys out here somewhere—but so far all the ones I've met are just horrible. You have all the great qualities one looks for in a partner!" She whined.

I mean, she does have a point about it being tough to find some good partners these days. I've only been in like two relationships, but they weren't anything memorable or serious. At the same time, I wouldn't even count them as a relationship if they were in middle school though.

I was about to date a few guys back in high school, but they all either were messing with me, or it just didn't work out.

I guess I have terrible luck when it comes to men. Maybe I even have terrible qualities which leads me to still be single today, but Chung-Ae says other ways.

"You do have a point," I huffed.

After cleaning the final table in the diner, I take off my apron and smile in satisfaction. Today sure was a long day at the diner.

"Do you underestand, though?! Kyung-Mi, I don't want to end up alone and miserable. I need a man, and fast!" Chung-Ae complained.

"Honestly speaking—I feel the same way," I finally gave in and threw myself at one of the couches and groaned.

We both looked at each other and frowned. We can't stay in this depressing mood forever.

Who am I kidding, though? We're very pessimistic, so we'll probably keep on torturing ourselves about it.

"We have got to do something about this," Chung-Ae said.

"I think we should just let ourselves go with the flow," I replied.

"What? And leave ourselves single with 30 cats? No, thanks," she scoffed.

God, is she tiring sometimes...

If we keep on speaking about this topic, we'll probably ball our eyes out at this point. To be honest, I'm not really in the mood to wipe Chung-Ae's snot off her face—or listen to a sad playlist together.

"If I buy us dinner, will you shut up about this?"

"No way! I'm not that cheap, love," she huffed proudly.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, I'm buying us dinner for a whole week. How about that?"

It grew silent for a moment.

"You have got yourself a deal."

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"So then I looked this girl in the eye and told her to piss off and—you are not even listening to me!" Chung-Ae screeched.

"Well, you know I zone out a lot. So, technically, it isn't my fault. It's genetics!" I justified.

"What does genetics have to—I can't even believe you're in medical school at this point," she facepalmed.

"I couldn't believe it either at first—trust me," I said.

I remember quite vividly how I had imposter syndrome. I was terribly convinced that they must've had a mix-up with me and another student. It was so stressful. Luckily enough, I managed to do well over the past few years at school.

Medical school is not for the faint-hearted. I probably should've known that before entering. Then again, some people think it's not that bad. I don't know if they're too smart or if I'm just stupid.

Chung-Ae, on the other hand, already graduated and is now working as an interior designer. I, on the other hand, am in my last year in medical school.

"Anyway, how many months do you have left before you officially graduate?" Chung-Ae asked as she munched on her bruschetta.

"3 months. Our graduation ceremony will be done after it in 2 months, "I answered as I was cutting the steak into bite-sized pieces for Chung-ae. She doesn't know how to use a knife that well, so I try to help at times.

"And you wonder why I said I wish you were a man," Chung-Ae mumbled as she watched me cut her steak for her.

"Anyway, you just have five months left?! God, I can't wait for you to work too so we both complain about our coworkers or—"

Chung-Ae started coughing and banged on her chest in an attempt to stop coughing. As I was about to go and help her, same thing with the waiter, she gestured for us a thumbs up. Unknowingly, we both exhaled a huge breath we'd been holding in.

"Miss, are you alright? Was there something in the food?" The waiter nervously asked.

She shook her head, "No, there's nothing with the food. It's all good, thank you."

After the waiter left, I looked at her with my brows raised. She gestured for me to wait a minute as she was drinking water.

"Isn't that your professor right there? Park Mijin was it?" She whisper-shouted.

As I looked in the direction she pointed at, my breath hitched as I saw professor Park with a woman, conversing over something.

Was he on a date?

I gulped, "Yeah, um that's him yeah."

I couldn't help but stare at them as my heart was beating so hard. The way he was smiling at her made my lips twitch.

"Kyung-Mi..." Chung-Ae wiped my face, which confused me as I didn't know that I was crying.

I thanked her and took the tissues from her, attempting to stop the tears from running down my face.

"God, what's wrong with me? Why am I even crying," I laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

That didn't work though as Chung-Ae held my hands and rubbed them, looking at me sympathetically. We sit in silence like this for a few minutes as the restaurant's atmosphere filled in the quietness.

I can't believe I cried in public. I mean, I know people didn't notice, nor do they care; however, I'm still embarrassed.

If I cry, I usually cry at home or at Chung-Ae's house. I always try to restrain myself in public—though I guess this doesn't apply to what happened right now.

I wish I wasn't so sensitive sometimes.

"I'm sorry. I know you like him a lot," Chung-Ae broke the silence.

"Yeah, well—he's my professor, so it's not like something was going to happen anyway," I sniffled, still looking at the table rather than at her.

"It's his loss anyway," she tried to cheer me up.

I smiled slightly, mouthing a small thank you as I tried to recollect myself.

I know it's so inappropriate to like my teacher, but he has been an important figure in my life since last year. He treated me so well too. I've never been treated with this much care and respect.

He never crossed any boundaries, though. I'm just the idiot who falls for any guy who gives her the slightest attention. Even more of an idiot to fall for my professor.

But can you blame me though? He's smart, sophisticated, mature, gorgeous, kind, sweet, and caring. It's like he's flawless.

If only things were different, then maybe...

"Kyung-Mi, come on, let's go," Chung-As called out to me.

I furrowed my brows, "But, aren't I supposed to pay for dinner?"

"I did, so no worries. You can treat me to dinner later," She smiled.

This girl.

I picked up my bag and began to head out. Before leaving, I couldn't help but stare at them momentarily before I left.

Unbeknownst to me, he managed to catch a glimpse of me before I left.

#park jimin #jimin #bts fanfction #jimin fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #bts army #bts fanfic #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bangtan boys #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #min yoongi

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The State of FanterFane, Now in ADHD!~

HEY YA'LL!

That's something I do now I guess, I say "YA'LL"! Either way, It's time for the first status update since the BIG ONE earlier this year. If you don't remember it or you're new, firstly, welcome, secondly, you can read it here: https://www.deviantart.com/fanterfane/journal/The-State-of-FanterFane-950469980. A lot of what I said here I'm still struggling with, and probably always will be, so it's still relevant. I've been told that several people have been recommended that post by Patreon because of it's high engagement, so I feel especial need to give the algorithm something better to serve. Also, this post is mainly about my struggles with ADHD, but it has other things and status updates sprinkled throughout. If you or someone you know has ADHD, I hope this helps!

For the sake of brevity though, I'll do a TL:DR right here. I developed carpal tunnel two months ago, and I've been working on treating it. It's been going pretty good lately, especially now that I finally have gotten my hands on ADHD medication after my long time lack thereof. As such, I've become much more productive and much, much happier! Things are looking up for me, and I'm hopeful for the future! Social acceptance for who I am now is still sometimes rough, but going better. SFW commissions have done wonders for my mental health, and I have plans for new art projects, commission queues, and more to try and do. I hope that you'll all continue to be the thing I get up for in the morning as I work to accomplish them! I'll be going on vacation next week, and I hope you all have a great summer!

Now for the super long part I don't fault anyone for NOT reading, here we go!

Earlier this year, it felt like I was spiraling down an unrecoverable path. Things I tried to do just wouldn't materialize. I would identify a problem like "My car is dirty" or "My room is messy" or even just "I should read and respond to this DM" and instead of working to solve it my anxiety would start up and make it so that I put it off. What if I messed it up? I was always so tired too, I just felt emotionless whenever I didn't feel sad. What if I just didn't deserve it anyway? What if all of this is a mistake? Those sorts of questions would plague me no matter what, preventing me from solving the very things giving me anxiety spiraling into even more anxiety. It was dumb, but mental health quite often is. It was getting so bad, that writing dialog and even just reading things started feeling like an anxiety induced dyslexic impossibility. For the longest time I assumed it was just depression, and that it would get better with time, but it hasn't over the years. Instead, it's only gotten worse year over year.

Now, I always get a little bit depressed every winter. Seasonal depression gets me down every year without fail, but this year was quite a bit more intense. The struggle between the two lives I live was really getting to me. I'd been doing ever more and more introspection, and discovering all the ways the way I was raised screwed me up definitely didn't help. Repressed memories often have a reason for being repressed. It doesn't help when the people you want to love you the most are the least supportive in your life, and might have even been partly the cause of some of your more unhealthy tendencies. Regardless of their intentions.

A big part of this issue though, I think at least, is that I've been unmedicated for my ADHD since High School. I stopped taking it as a Sophomore because I felt like I was smart enough to pass school without it, and that it wasn't helping me. The stigma against stimulants and medication in general was a big part of that decision. I was not self-aware enough at the time to realize that almost immediately my attention started suffering. It started slowly, too slowly for me to realize it at the moment, but gradually it became harder and harder to pay attention to class work over the years. It got so bad that in order for me to NOT fall asleep during class, I'd doodle on my classwork cause it kept me stimulated enough to stay awake. I'd always made good grades though, so I coasted through highschool on information osmosis and went on to community college, where it really started to catch up with me. Although again, I didn't realize it.

In community college, I had a couple of bad classes that really jarred me. Physics and Calculus. Physics was hard because the teacher was bad at teaching it, and 75% of that class failed the final, so I don't feel very bad about it. But the calculus class though, was the first time I'd ever felt like I'd failed myself in a class. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't understand the derivatives they tried to teach me. I passed, barely, but that was one of the times where I think my ADHD caught up to me, even if I didn't realize it. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a sign of things to come.

Once I got out of community college, I took a gap year between it and a longer stay at a university. During that time, I started trying to work on art more and more as a hobby. I started drawing possession, corruption, femboys, all that sorta wonderful stuff. Then Covid hit. My gap year turned to two, and suddenly that was long enough for me to have started an actual *career* doing this. Which was beyond crazy to me. It motivated me to no end, I wanted nothing more than to create and have fun creating for all my followers.

In the end though, my ADHD caught up to me. Like it always does. Once the initial honeymoon phase was over, and I settled into the hum and drum of being an online digital artist, it reared its head again.

You see, ADHD is not something that goes away. You may not think about it, but it's always there. ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, potentially being renamed soon to the ASD spectrum, is a mental disorder affecting the brain's dopamine pathway. People with ADHD struggle because they have less dopamine for everything than most other people do. This either leads to hyperactivity, because you need to do MORE to feel the normal amount of reward chemical (how I was when I was younger). Or it leads to Inattention, because nothing you do feels rewarded or worthwhile (how I am now). There's just physically not enough dopamine being released in my brain for it to function properly most of the time. That's why ADHD is treated with stimulants like Adderall or Vyvanse, because they stimulate the release of more dopamine in the pathways. Making everything feel *right*. My symptoms may have changed over the years through things like masking and other stuff, but I realized recently that it never went away.

At the end of last year, I started watching ADHD Youtube videos that were recommended to me by my friends who also have ADHD. Lo and behold, a lot of what I was struggling with was the poster child of adulthood with ADHD. Anxiety, inability to do basic tasks, procrastination, lack of motivation, etc etc. I was especially hit hard by the concept of "Executive Dysfunction". Executive dysfunction, common with ADHD, impairs planning, task prioritization, memory, execution, and emotional regulation. All things I've been struggling with for years to various extents. Also things that got worse whenever I was depressed.

Naturally, the first thing someone might do to solve this, is get treated/medicated. So that's what I tried. I enrolled in a private health care plan (self-employment doesn't get healthcare through their employer, GO USA) just to find out that it was in the middle of a ADHD medication shortage. I was eligible to get approved for VyVanse, the meds I took when I was a kid, because they were 500$ a bottle. My insurance was 250$ a month. So they denied it, citing that I "Haven't tried the other medications." The ones that I tried getting, Adderall and a couple other ones, were never in stock. Even my friends who already had medication started being unable to get any at all. It was around that time that I made The State of FanterFane post, because this really hit me hard. I'd done everything I was supposed to, but the world still shot me down for it.

Then, on top of everything else, I developed Carpal Tunnel. Which screwed me up even more mentally and physically. Suddenly, even when I WAS motivated (which was getting rarer and rarer) I couldn't even draw then because my wrist was constantly in pain. It really started feeling like things really were unsalvageable. I truly felt without hope for the first time since college, and before that high school. Like everything I had done up to that point was pointless, and only resulted in me sacrificing my health for something that would've never worked out.

...Until the first week of this month, June 2023. When one of my friends was able to get their hands on Adderall again, signaling the end of the shortage. I immediately took my prescription to my local pharmacy, and got my first ever bottle of Adderall XR. I had high hopes for what it would do for me, but the thing I didn't expect was for me to regain hope.

The next day, I took my first dose and proceeded to start deep cleaning and rearranging my entire room. I did laundry, folded clothes, wiped away dust EVERYWHERE, organized my belongings and important files for the first time EVER, unpacked moving boxes that hadn't moved in 2 years and much, much more! Essentially, I turned my entire room upside down over the course of a week. I can't really put into words just how liberating it felt, how finally being able to just see a problem, and then solve it immediately without any anxiety or self-doubt changed *everything*. Even better, every task completed was less anxiety to affect me whenever I felt down or depressed. I can't hate myself for having a messy room when it's so clean, it's literally *rearranged* after all!

To put it simply, it felt like my brain was *working again*. For the first time in literal YEARS. Once I was done cleaning, I moved onto working on art, posting, responding to messages and sorting personal files. These past three weeks have been three of the most productive weeks I've had in a very long time. I feel like I've not been this productive since the initial honeymoon phase of Dullahan Dilemma and the Attenborough collection (callback!). All the while, I got better at treating my carpal tunnel, to the point where it's not constantly pins and needling me anymore, and it even feels just generally better all the time! I've been getting better and better at doing various tasks, and I believe I'm truly on the road to recovery now.

Things from here are looking up! Genuinely! I wouldn't be here either if it wasn't for all of you kind people supporting me, even through the toughest times. I'm beyond grateful for that. I'd worship the ground you all walk on if I could. Without ya'll, I would not be here today. Forgive me for taking on a somewhat political tone, but I have no idea who I'd even be at this point without all of you, and all of my wonderful friends that I’ve met while doing this. Perhaps I'd have fallen deeper into the alt-right pipeline as a disenfranchised southern white guy. Becoming more homophobic and repressing my inner self even more than I already had been my entire life due to my upbringing. That was the only place I felt like I could fit into the conservative worldview my folks raised me in, after all. Maybe I would've gone back to school for a degree I couldn't use and in debt, landing in a terrible corporate job that didn't care for me. At least I would've got health insurance then, but also maybe all of my health problems would've gotten worse and worse and never got better, since I never would've had the motivation to fix them by working out, losing weight, and watching my diet. I honestly don't know, and thinking too deeply about the "what-ifs'' of it is pointless.

But now, what I can say is that when all the anxiety clears and the depression abates, I'm truly happy. For the first time in my life, I feel like I actually have an identity. Like my emotions actually do matter and that I'm not just some soulless machine whose only goal in life is to make money. I'm a human being. Although I may not be created in God's image, I have thoughts, feelings, and most importantly, flaws. I'm gay/bisexual, I'm not very masculine nor do I desire to be so, I like having long hair, and I like doing more effeminate things that most guys in the crowd I was falling into would balk at and blame on chemicals in the water. In other words, I feel healthier than ever. Mentally AND physically. I thank all of you, each and every single one, for staying with me throughout all of this. If any of you ever feel like you wanna reach out, especially if I can help you in some comparatively small way, please do. My DMs are always open, it's the LEAST I can do.

Some other things I should touch on- I've gotten a lot of surprising support for my transition from my extended family and friends. The closest is still the most difficult, I can't get my nails painted for instance, I was told not to when I asked, much to my chagrin. I've got a pride bracelet I've been wearing around, and no one has said anything about it, so that's good I suppose. Fox news still blares on the television in the living room, even after all the stuff that's gone down with *that* channel in recent times. I've given up on trying to convince them otherwise. I’ve been discredited anyway because I draw "X-rated shit", that doesn't make enough money. Even though as far as most people my generation are faring financially, I'm doing pretty good!

The SFW commissions have been going fantastic! Especially on the mental health side of things. It's helped me realize that I do in fact, have options. I'm not trapped doing one thing forever, which is honestly the thing that was scaring me the most. Just like the threat of a soul-draining corporate job till the day I die. I don't have to worry about what I'll be doing in 10 years, because I think I've built enough support and especially self-taught skill that no matter what I do, I'll be okay. It's only up from here, and I've even been feeling the flame of passion returning for TF and other lewdness! So you can for sure expect to see much more of that over the next few years, no matter what!

Speaking of money though, I have more plans for the future now too. I'm gonna make more money by doing more commissions and creating more sources of revenue. Just so that I can afford to move out, and get away from this toxic environment I find myself in. The cheapest apartments where I live run for about 750$ a month, so I'm hoping to save up over the next year and move the hell out. I think I'll be able to afford it, provided there are no extraneous events that hurt me financially. I'll be trying things like more YCH's, sketch commission streams like the patreon request streams, art packs, and maybe even merch! Ya'll be the first to be notified about any of this. The first YCH auction will hopefully be this weekend! It will be based on Nyan Cat possession, and the MC will be trying to run away from the cringey 2000's era meme culture that haunts them to this day. Thing is, the past has a funny way of coming back to haunt you!~

Finally, I'm going on vacation next week to see some friends in LA! If you're someone I know/trust around the LA area, and you wanna meet up, let me know in DMs and we'll see if we can arrange it! I may take a further vacation the week after for rest, but after that we'll be back to regularly scheduled LEWDNESS work!

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming with me and supporting me on this journey. Happy pride month, and I hope everyone has a great Summer! I love all of you! Here's to several more years of FanterFane!

XOXO,

FanterFane

#announcement #adhd #my adhd #living with adhd

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bots-and-cons · 2 years

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Idk if there already is an 🦿anon but if not here i am

We need some dark shit with no happy ending. I was thinking like bots are visiting earth and find out their charge died from cancer but before passing they made a little goodbye video for bots especially their guardian.

I thought it would look better as a scenario but if its easier for you the please do hcs

For the bots i really wanted to read our grumpy medic, OP and wheeljack

Youre an amazing writer idk how are you doing this

Keep up the amazing work❤

I sort of did this for Jackie a while back, you can find that post here, so I won't be writing it again. I tried to give this a darker ending, and not a kind of hopeful one like I usually would. Also thank you very much and hello leg anon :D

~Optimus Prime~

You had been diagnosed a few months after the autobots had left earth and you really wanted to tell Optimus, but you had no way of doing so. You had been given approximately a year to live, and you held out hope for seeing him until your very last moments.

When Optimus returned to earth after over two and half years on Cybertron, he was contacted by Fowler, who gave him a memory stick, telling Optimus you had asked him to give it to him. Optimus of course wondered why you couldn’t just give it to him yourself, but the reason was about to become very clear to him.

He tried to call you, but the number apparently was not in use anymore, which he just explained away with you changing your number.

When he couldn’t contact you, he decided to see what was on the memory stick. He plugged it into the old base computer, and a window popped up with a loading icon.

You appeared on screen, and the video started playing.

“Hey Optimus!” you said with a bit of a forcefully chipper demeanor. “I wonder if you’ll ever actually see this, or if you’ll come back before… Well I guess I should explain why I’m making this first” your smile started to fade as you continued talking to the camera. “I was diagnosed with MBC. That stands for metastatic breast cancer and to be totally honest, I’m going to die from it and probably quite soon”

Optimus paused the video. He was well aware this wasn’t a joke, you wouldn’t do that, you weren’t that kind of person, but he also couldn’t see how this could be real. He decided to continue the video.

“I decided to film this for you, and maybe for myself too, to make sense of this whole dying thing. It doesn’t feel real, I mean I can feel my body basically decaying, but it’s like I still haven’t accepted what that means. I wanted to tell you I miss you and I hope to see you before I’m gone. I also want to be honest with you, I hated you for a while after my diagnosis, because you weren’t here and I felt so damn alone” you turned away from the camera a bit and wiped your eyes.

Optimus was filled with grief and confusion. He was also angry at himself, for not leaving you a way to contact him. There was a small pause before you continued.

“Anyway I’ve come to terms with that I guess, I just still don’t understand how this whole thing can have such bad timing. If I was going to die anyway, I’d rather it had been with you and the rest of the team here” you started having a hard time with keeping yourself together.

“There are so many things I wanted to tell you, but now that I’m actually doing this, not a single one comes to mind. I guess it’s just time for me to say goodbye” you waved at the camera and the video stopped on you with a small smile on your face and eyes closed with some tears brimming in your eyes.

That was the last Optimus saw of you. You were dead now and he would never see you again.

Optimus hadn’t even noticed how weak the whole situation had made him feel, before he was suddenly on his knees on the floor, holding onto the edge of the computer screen. He felt weak and his spark felt like it was about to explode out of his chest. Above all he felt empty, he felt like a part of him had been ripped away, someone he had held so dear, his friend, was gone and there was nothing that could change that.

~Ratchet~

You didn’t really know how to start the video. You didn’t really feel like explaining the whole thing to someone again. So you were just going to make it short and to the point.

“Hey Ratch. I’m just gonna keep this short. I’m dying and I don’t have much time left, so I just wanted to tell you some things. First of all, you’ll always be dear to me, no matter where I end up or what happens to me. Second of all, I know you’re gonna feel guilty about not being here with me in my last moments, but you shouldn’t. No one knows when shit like this is gonna happen so, there’s no reason for you to feel bad about it. I mean yeah, dying sucks, but there’s nothing I can do about it. So, goodbye Ratchet, take care of yourself”

The video ended and the screen went black. Ratchet was left feeling all kinds of things, but mostly he felt broken, like a piece of him had broken into a million smaller pieces that were impossible to pick up and put back together again. He had lost friends before, but it was due to war, there had been a reason for their deaths. For you, it was some illness that you had no chance of winning against, you had nothing to fight against, no war to win.

There was no one else around while Ratchet watched the video, so there was no one to see him completely break down over it. The tears were streaming down his face and he was sobbing, trying to keep his voice down, covering his mouth with his hand, so nobody would hear him. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like this, he didn’t want their pity or to hear how sorry they were about his loss. That wouldn’t bring you back.

Sure you had been friends with the other team members too, but your relationship with Ratchet had been different, you were like family to each other. Your memory would live on with him, long after you were gone and he would always remember you.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #ratchet #optimus prime #tfp scenarios #transformers angst #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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Hi Sam! If you're comfortable, I would definitely be interested in hearing about your upcoming experience with Adderall as an adult taking it for the first time. I'm 30 and will be inquiring about an ADHD diagnosis later this month, but Adderall scares me a little (probably unfounded, I've just never taken any kind of psych med or non-allergy daily med, and if I forget my allergy meds I just get a nasty headache and nothing more) and everyone I asked about their experience is under 25 and has been taking it for many years. I'm really interested to see how you feel while taking it, if you're willing to share 💙

I've had quite a few requests like this so I'm definitely going to keep talking about it when there's anything to talk about, under the Sam Has ADHD tag. :)

FWIW, this is my first experience with a drug like this, which affects brain chemistry -- the only other comparable experience I’ve had is weed, and I’ve never been an especially heavy user of that either. Never took antidepressants, mood stabilizers, sedatives, anything like that, so I’m in much the same position you are, although I have taken daily medication for other health issues before.

10mg of Adderall, which is a pretty low dose, clearly had an effect, which is good; the recommendation was twice daily, five or six hours apart depending on how I feel, on an empty stomach, so I took it at 5am before breakfast and again at noon before lunch. I had...a real weird evening, because while I wasn't doing a ton more than usual I did end up somehow staying up until around 10pm, which for me is very late, without really noticing. So today I thought I'd try just a single dose that would see me through the majority of the workday, and took 10mg at 6:30am after having eaten breakfast at 4am.

It kicked in yesterday right at the half-hour mark after taking, but this morning after half an hour I thought perhaps not taking it on a totally empty stomach had fucked with my ability to absorb the dose.

But then around 7:15 I cleaned out my front hall closet.

That wasn't something I'd been planning on and did give me a very "opening sequence of The Salton Sea" moment (the movie opens, after a brief history of meth, in a party house where among other things two women on speed are frantically organizing a sock drawer). Still, it did need doing, and now there's space to install some boxes to keep my winter sweaters. Which means my reward this evening is a trip to Container Store. And also a puzzle I get to do which I found while cleaning out the closet.

I am clearly going to have to learn to aim my new ability to focus, since unless I make a deliberate decision I just appear to pick Something To Do and do it, but that's a calibration issue and I’m pretty sure I can master it as long as I remember it exists.

The sensation is a little odd because after about an hour I can definitely tell my brain is working differently. It's kind of like being high, there's that same sense of calm, but my thoughts feel clear instead of clouded the way THC affects them. And things just get easier, like I'll think "Oh, I need to throw out that empty shampoo bottle" and instead of pretending I'll remember to do it after the shower, I just reach into the shower and pick it up and throw it out. I have done so many dishes in the last 24 hours, you guys. And right on the dot, at five and a half hours after taking it, I could feel my brain whirr to a stop.

Anyway it is rather validating to be reacting to a drug in the way I'm meant to, because I did get the distinct impression from the evaluation clinic that they felt my ADHD was too mild to require treatment. I don't actually feel high, or manic, or even really very different. I just do more stuff. Like someone tightened two or three screws in my brain and the gears no longer misalign as often. At least for five hours or so. :D

#sam has adhd

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juliaxhart · 9 months

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can you make another Austin Gunn imagine. It can be about what ever you want to write for.

Of course! It took me a while to decide what I wanted to do, but here it is! Thank you for your request!

TW: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, mentions of an injury and probably some medical inaccuracy because I am not a professional

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

Y/n didn’t know what happened, she was having a match against Ruby Soho when she felt a searing pain go through her ankle and up her leg. She was on the ground, Ruby went for the pin. Because of the pain, she couldn’t kick out. Y/n had just lost a number one contenders match.

She crawled to the corner, clutching her ankle, tears welling in her eyes. There was a doctor checking on her, a long with Aubrey trying to make sure she’s okay. The doctor was asking her questions, but she couldn’t hear him. The only thing she could hear was her heart beating in her chest and her mind telling her she’s a failure.

She couldn’t breathe, her chest felt like someone had dumped an entire dump truck of bricks onto it. Her ankle hurt so bad she thought her foot may be falling off. She need space, needed them to stop touching her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She needed it to stop.

“Give her some space! Move!” She faintly heard Austin’s voice. The doctors and Aubrey moved away from her. She felt Austin grab her hand, grounding her. “Baby, breathe. You’re okay, I’m here now.” He took her hand, holding it against his chest. “Follow my breathing, it’s okay. I got you, darling.”

Once she had calmed down, her breathing returning to normal, Austin gently helped her out of the ring, carrying her backstage.

They made it to the medical center, he gently laid her down on the bed, the doctor inspecting her ankle. She squeezed his hand when the doctor starting moving her ankle, groaning in pain as tears welled in her eyes again.

The doctor used their portable x-ray machine to take a few x-rays. He left the room, probably going to get some advice from another backstage doctor. Y/n sat up, still holding Austin’s hand. “God, I feel stupid.”

“Why?” Austin was genuinely curious. In his mind, she did everything right. “I fucked up a moonsault. That’s been my finishing move for years and I messed it up and got myself hurt. I costed myself the biggest match of my career by messing up a move I’ve been doing since I started wrestling, I should just quit. I could get a job as a producer or something-“ He cut her off with a kiss, one of his arms around her waist, the other holding hers. He pulled away a few moments after, looking into her eyes.

“Accidents happen, everyone messes up. What happened was not your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. You did perfect, you’ll get another opportunity. I promise. I love you.”

It took Y/n a moment to process what he said, they had been dating for almost six months but had never said ‘love’ to each other. She stared at him for a moment.

“I love you too.”

#wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #austin gunn fanfiction

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bipolar-boygirl · 2 months

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Not to be a Salty American (though as the great Hannah Gatsby once said, making fun of Americans is still technically punching up,but that window is closing), but I've been thinking a lot about a specific video from a Nigerian creator I follow whose platform is about showing that africa as a whole isn't poor and a lot of the things the west sees as signifiers of poverty are culturally preferred methods and items. Her videos are very lighthearted and funny normally, but I saw one recently about how Africans (her words) don't pay for things with credit, and that we (Americans and I'm assuming the west in general) can't live without credit, our whole system is based on credit. And she's right, but it was treated as some sort of Gotcha moment, and not the horrifying mechanic of capitalism that it is

I was lying in bed this morning after having a nightmare that I lost a part of my arm and couldn't afford the surgery, the whole dream was me trying to find ways to make the surgery cheaper, to find loopholes in my insurance, stressing about missing work, and it ended with me sobbing because I finally had enough money for the surgery but it would wipe out every cent I had, and I would be left with nothing while recovering and unable to work. This was something my subconscious mind conjured because I'm dealing with a much less life threatening equivalent of needing to get my wisdom teeth removed and not being able to afford it (though the longer I go without it the more likely I am to get an infection and if that gets into my blood or my brain I'm fucked, I'm catastrophizing here, but it's a very real fear I'm dealing with).

My options for getting my wisdom teeth removed are: to continue to try to save up the money regularly, which is a very slow going process and at my current rate of saving I could break even on the surgery in about 4 months, but much like my dream it would take every dollar I have, so that's not actually true, is it? It would take me much longer to save up enough to not go broke, so realistically at my current rate I'm still probably over a year away.

Or: sign up for something like care credit, which is basically a loan specifically for medical costs. It's even interest free! Unless of course you're unable to pay back the full loan in the agreed upon time frame and then you owe a predatory interest rate on the entire amount they loaned you, regardless of how much you have left to pay off. If I had a better credit score, I might be able to put it at least partially on a credit card which would have an interest rate from the start but a lower one. But I don't have a credit card because I was forced into a position where I HAD to get a car with a car note and due to my non-existent credit score at the time I had to settle with a 20-something % interest rate and now have a $450 car note a month for like 6 years. Most starter credit cards require a cash deposit and between all my bills (aside from rent, my car note is the most expensive which is why I brought it up) and trying to save up the old fashioned way I just really don't have the money to spare to get a credit card. I could probably get one without a cash deposit, but then we run into the issue of the predatory interest rates again

Or: I could set up a gofundme, which is a whole other can of worms and with everything else happening in the world, with all of the fleeing families, and the abuse victims, and people with actual life threatening medical needs on there, my silly little wisdom teeth don't seem all that important.

So yeah, Americans can't live without credit, but it's not something we chose. It's just another tool capitalism uses to drain every last penny they can from people after inventing credit scores (didn't exist til the 80's) and making everything so fucking expensive you can't even afford it with insurance (yeah that amount I'm saving towards? That's my cost WITH insurance), so you have no choice BUT to pay for things on credit

I know it's fun to make fun of Americans guys, I used to do it all the time myself. But, just, we aren't doing so hot.

#it speaks #just really needed to get that off my chest ig

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bottlecaprabbitgames · 1 year

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also ive heard some things on social media and from youtubers i follow, and i wanna address smth

there is a group of folks online and likely IRL too who feel people who talk about losing weight and showing/talking about your weight loss journey is inherently fatphobic.

I myself do not care what size someone else is. Like, I don't. I have slim and athletic and fat characters. Yes, I'm losing weight, but the BIGGEST reason I am is because my weight has caused severe and I do mean severe medical issues. I do want to talk more about it and what I'm doing to lose weight, but I also don't want to give the impression that I think EVERYONE has to lose weight.

quite frankly, i know people who are my size and have perfectly fine health. if my health wasnt in such jeopardy, i probably wouldnt have tried to lose weight, but given it is and the chronic illnesses that run on both sides of my family are worsened by excessive weight, I am doing what I need to to lose that excess weight. I'll also take a moment to mention my doctor is also overweight and has by no means pushed the usual BMI bullshit on me. His main goal is for me to get down to 200 lbs and at that point, I can lose a little more if I want to, but he isn't too worried about if I don't want to, if I can maintain it. Which is categorically still overweight for my height and age, but I would be SO much healthier.

So, I will say again: if I mention my weight loss here, I am not expecting anyone to lose or gain weight. I only care about myself getting healthier so I don't feel like crap every day because my hypermobile joints pop out of place WAY MORE the heavier I am. Something I actually did notice! Ive lost about 90 lbs so far, and my knees and hips pop out of place FAR less (from daily happenings to now it's only if I stretch or overwork myself or a few times a week), and it's not hard to breathe anymore.

The short story: if you say im fatphobic for talking about me actively losing weight, I will block. even if it's a "joke".

however! if you're curious about anything, if you want some help maintaining or losing or even gaining weight, want some advice on meeting your nutritional needs, etc, I am MORE than happy to help. I'm also super open to everything I've been doing, and I do have some formal education in nutrition and health AS WELL AS informal due to me basically researching my ass off for the first month I started all this.

cheers!!!!

#cy rambles #weight loss #tw weight #tw weight loss #fatphobia

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mangohgeckoh · 2 years

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F! Reader x Soft Dad Silco

Warnings: none! Just soft dad silco

Word count: 2k

Summary: Romantic tension between Silco and his employee. His teen daughter, Jinx, sees right through it though and try’s to get the two together! (Low key based on the Leslie and Ben Sexual tension scene in Parks and Rec)

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Five months. Five. Excruciating. Months.

It has been five damn months since Silco promoted me to being his personal assistant. The crime lord wanted to make sure his right hand had enough time to focus on missions, heists, and many beheadings to come. That’s where I came in. Unlike Sevika, I handled anything that didn’t have to do with violence. If Silco wanted a fresh brandy, I was there. If he needed papers filed or signed, here I am. If he needed his clothes ironed, well you get the picture.

But now since I’m almost always by his side, the tension between us has tensed more than before. Sure we’d pass each other every now and then when I worked as Jinx’s babysitter, but now I’m always behind him on the right as Sevika was behind him on the left. It’s not that I’m not grateful for this promotion, it’s just I only had to worry about the very rare moments of Silco dropping by. He rarely ever did. But when I saw the greyed hair and softened scowl saunter towards me I would almost always fold like a deck of cards.

I had worked as Jinx’s caretaker a little after Silco had taken her under his wing. And what a heroic story that was too! Poor little Jinx was abandoned by her sister to die only to be scooped up and rescued by the Eye of Zaun.

A little after working for Silco I started to…well…catch some unauthorized feelings for him. Never had I thought that I’d catch feelings for someone 20 years older than me. With his greying hair you’d think he was my father. After catching feelings for the crime boss I tried my best to distance myself from him in fear of being skinned alive if something flirty slipped out. It worked for a few years.

Until he promoted me.

So here I stand. A shaky teacup in hand, right behind the big man himself. I waited until his hand motioned me forwards to offer him his cup of earl grey. Silco accepted, bringing the dark porcelain to his pale lips. His mismatched eyes never peeled from his stack of documents.

Silco then, however, murmured. “Thank you, Dove.”

I nodded in acknowledgment. When Sevika didn’t know my name was actually Dove, she thought Silco and I were dating. It was pretty funny to watch her rough face contort into a grimace when she thought Silco referred to me as the pure bird of peace.

“Sevika, I cancel my next meeting.” He suddenly ordered. “But- sir,” The black haired tower of a woman stammered. “They are on their way to meet with you as we speak.”

The crime boss didn’t move from his chair, still in place like a rock sculpture. “That is why you’ll be outside my door to make sure they don’t interrupt my thought process.” The muscular woman stormed off, shutting the door violently with her robotic arm. I heard a breath of air leave Silco’s nostrils.

Metal clanged against the mahogany desk, catching my gaze to Silco’s lanky hand pushing the brass contraption to the side of the desk for me to see. I moved as if that was my que and picked up the syringe that hooked inside the cage of the contraption. A puff of smoke billowed out when the two pieces connected and I turned to the man who was busy signing a document.

“I’m ready to administer the medication, sir.” My words rolled out and caught on my chapped lips, turning into a mumble. “Hm?” Silco hummed in question. I was surprised he was so patient with me, I’ve seen what he is capable of when he wasn’t in the mood.

I repeated my poorly constructed sentence to which he turned to face me in his desk chair. Silco watched me expectedly, waiting for me to shoot the syringe into his eye. I gulped. This is probably my least favorite part of the job. Why you may ask? Because this totally ruins all my work of creating space between us to be sure my feeling wither away.

My knees found purchase on both sides of his hips in the cushion of the chair. My thighs held my bottom above his lap, being sure not to straddle him. My sweaty face held a little above his own as I held the medicine directly infront of his eye. Then, for a moment, I witness a glimpse of fear in his face. My heart melted, is the crimeboss of Zaun nervous? My finger hovered over the button before deciding that I should calm him down first.

“Did you see the new contracts on Shimmer territory rights?” I asked trying to get his mind off the needle infront of his black eyeball.

Again, he only responded in a “Mmhmm.”

“Well, I thought about you when I was organizing them.” I continued, trying to ease his stress. This caught his attention. “Oh?” His red pupil fixed on me and not the syringe pointed at his eye.

Just like that his anxiety transferred to me because I started to fumble with my worlds. “Well, I uh thought about you because, well, your logo was at the top Silco Industries.” I laughed nervously, not without stumbling over each syllable. The man who’s lap I was now sitting on watched me with amazement.

My method of distraction was working, but just as I was about to pull the trigger on the device, Silco spoke again. “Well I thought about you as well.” He replied nonchalantly.

My eyes met his and my arm that was holding the trinket became heavy. “You did?”

He scoffed and leaned back into the cushion of his chair. “Of course, I was thinking about how you were supposed to bring me the paper work.” Both of the mismatched eyes broke contact with my own, finding someone where else, anywhere else, to gaze. “Ah, right.” I felt my cheeks heat up with crimson before I regained myself to hold the device above his eye.

The syringe released into his deformed eye, injecting it with what I hope was medicine. The lanky man shot forward with a grunt, knocking his face into my chest. It took a moment for him to recover after hissing to realize his nose was against my corset. Now it was his turn to blush.

“Thank you for your assistance.” Silco grunted, gesturing for me to get off his lap. I nodded furiously and hopped off.

There was a moment of silence before Silco spoke. “I know you’re there.” He said quietly. What? Of course he knows I’m here. I was just administering his medication- oh. I looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes piercing through the shadows above the beams that lined the ceiling. “Jinx!” I exclaimed, worried that she might fall. She’s been doing this since I’ve known her but even though the teen is now 18 I am still cautious.

The teen began to clap. “Wow you guys,” She giggled, her eyes darting between the two of us blushing adults. “That was actually painful to watch.”

I stepped away from Silco’s desk, knowing full well that it sometimes serves as a landing pad for his daughter. Her father had swiveled back to face the papers he was working on. “I haven’t an idea on what you mean, dear.”

Jinx only rolled her eyes and stood on the beams, pretending to fall as she strolled across the metal supports. “You two are working on becoming the non-couple with the most romantic tension in Zaun.”

Silco and I shot up. “What?!” The two of us exclaimed. Jinx sighed “Oh well, it’s not like you both are gonna act on it anyways.” She said with a devious smirk whilst checking her chipped nails. Silco’s eyes darted to mine. “We don’t-“

“I don’t like-“

“Like eachother-“ Both of our sentences stammered into eachother only making Jinx laugh. “Wow,” She started, shaking her head. The blue braids whipped around her body before dangling on either side of the beam where she stood. “You two are a class act.” The blue haired teen chuckled. The sentence sounded more like it was meant for herself but it was said loud enough to make Silco and I blush.

Her father groaned. “Jinx, come down here.” Her eyebrows shot up and made a face that would make you think that her dad had just challenged her. “Sure thing, daddio!” Jinx said cheerfully and jumped down, landing a muddy shoe print on Silco’s important papers.

He only watched with a slight pout. “Ooh, ah, sorry…” She murmured, stepping silently off the expensive desk. Silco’s hand found purchase on his face as his fingers rubbed his aching temple, nursing an incoming headache. “You’re tracking mud in here-“

“Pops,” Jinx interrupted, earning a surprised look from her old man. “Here me out.” She then began to clear her throat as if she was about to make a speech. “You need to just get over it and tell Dove how much you want to make her my new mom!” Her tattooed arm gestured to my body next to hers.

That made the two of us blush even harder, now we couldn’t even look at eachother. “I…” I began but loss my words to my trembling lips.

“Jinx, enough.” Silco sighed into his palm that was still caressing his temple. “Please dad, you tell me everyday,” This is where she made a terrible Silco impression. “Oh, Dove, your eyes caught the light of my lamp making them look like stars.”

“Or!” She took in another breath. “I don’t know how you can have oil on your clothes and still look radiant.”

Silence fell over the room. The only sound was the rolling of the wheels attached to the large chairthat Silco had pulled back out to sit in. “I never told you any of those.” He said, an eyebrow hooking upwards.

Jinx itched the back of her head nervously. “Okay I may have overheard you talking to yourself.” Silco, acting as if this was a normal conversation, smirked. “You know you’re grounded, right?” He said softly.

His daughter groaned, making me laugh. “Fine! Just make it worth my while and ask her out. I’m tired of all your lonesome groaning around here.”

I only watched Jinx, knowing well that her father’s eyes were fixed on me. “Very well.”

What. “Wait, what?” I turned, my face was searing hot from my blushing. “Were all those things she said even true?” I asked, stepping back as he pursued me slowly.

Silco paid his daughter a compliment. “It appears my daughter is a keen listener.”

“Duh!” I heard Jinx say.

“But I do think it is time I act on my feelings.”

I froze and Silco had caught up to me. “Dove Marana, would you like to get a drink with me?” He asked, his piercing eyes were kind and soft, so was his voice.

“Yes.”

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Bonus:

Silco took me in his arms and the two of us embraced for a good while.

“BOOO!” Jinx groaned from behind us. “Dear, you’re ruining the moment.” Silco said within our hug. “No, dad, actually ask her if she wants to be my new mom!”

Her father let go of our hug. “That’s too fast, pumpkin.“

“No! Here I’ll prove it. Dove, wanna be my new mommy?” Jinx shot me the puppy dog eyes. I laughed. “Sure, hon.”

“Wait, what?” Silco looked at me surprised.

#silco #arcane #silco arcane #arcane fandom #silco fanfic #silco x oc #silco x reader #silco x you #silco/oc #fanfic

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reddie-fangirl24 · 2 months

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Meeting (A Reddie Fanfic)

Note: I have been trying to write more Reddie fics. This is based on a Phoebe and Joey moment from Friends.

“Eds, I’m telling you! It’s weird that she shows up here after three months and now she’s got something to say to you?” Richie followed his friend all around his apartment. It annoyed Eddie, but who cares? Richie noticed that he put on some nice clothes to meet with his ex-wife.

“I can’t ignore her, Richie. She’s my ex-wife. We were married for 15 years,” Eddie told him, putting his wallet in his pocket.

“Tell me how you survived that again?” Richie joked though he was being serious.

Eddie groaned, craning his neck to the stained ceilings of his small apartment. Of all the apartments, Richie still had no idea why Eddie chose this one. “It’s important for us to communicate. I can’t just drop all communication and ignore her forever.”

“Remind me what you have to talk about?”

“Would you stop being an asshole?” Eddie spat, turning a little too fast to meet his eyes. He briefly held his chest, wincing. Alert, Richie put a comforting hand on his shoulder and handed Eddie his pain medication. Those stitches have to be on for another three months. Beyond that, Eddie had a further recovery to meet.

Although they all lived together, Richie didn’t see why Eddie chose this apartment for himself. He was adamant when it came down to picking. The hospital told him that he needed a lot of care and shouldn’t be alone. The other Losers probably knew more than he did about his feelings, but Richie knew rooming with Eddie was a dead giveaway.

“You know I’m going to say ‘I told you so’ if she’s going to hurt you,” Richie shrugged his shoulders once Eddie downed the pills.

“Don’t be surprised if you’re going to eat your own words, Trashmouth,” Eddie remarked in a sing-song voice. His face was so close to Richie’s. Was everyone’s breath as warm as Eddie’s? Richie felt his face heating up. What were they arguing about again?

Eddie walked down the apartment stairs (as carefully as he could) and made his way to the Losers’ favorite hangout spot. They always crowded the big couch in the corner of the place. It was just like the old days. Now they were making up for lost time.

Myra was sitting outside at one of the tables. From the looks of her sad expression, Eddie wondered if he should have listened to Richie.

“Hi Myra,” Eddie greeted, sitting down with her. It’s odd how they’d been doing this for fifteen years. However, Eddie tried to make a quick exit in the morning so he wouldn’t have to listen to Myra’s nagging.

“Eddie, I need to tell you something,” she began, not looking into his eyes.

“What is it? Are you sick? Or did you lose the house? I know I should have talked to the bank about...”

“No, it’s not that. I’m okay and... I’m selling the house.”

Eddie blinked. “Selling? Are you moving?”

“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “I’m moving in with someone.”

“Oh? Is it your friend Annie? You mentioned she was trying to find a roommate.”

Myra paused and then said. “I’m moving in with Gerald.”

“Gerald?” Upon thinking for a moment, Eddie slowly had a realization. “From work?”

“You see, our divorce came at a good time, and I wasn’t expecting you to intricate it,” Myra explained, looking guilty into his eyes. “Gerald and I have been seeing each other for the last two years. I didn’t want to, Eddie, but he’s different. When I am with him I am not so...”

“Controlling?” Eddie stared hard into the table.

Myra scowled. “I was going to say anxious. It’s nothing against you, Eddie, but your anxiety was a lot for me to handle. And your mother, too. I felt like I became this person who was always berating her son because I had no idea how you’d react to a situation. One minute you’re worried about hydroplaning and then when I remind you, it doesn’t bother you anymore!”

If he stared hard enough into the table, maybe Eddie could burn a hole. People passed by during their conversation, going about in their own happy lives. Eddie felt guilty about the divorce, but no, there was nothing worse than this.

Just then, a car drove up close to the cafe. By the nervous look on Gerald’s face, he knew Myra told Eddie the news.

“Well, we’d better be going,” Myra stood up. She walked closer to Eddie, quickly putting her hand on his shoulder in comfort. The feeling was not mutual. “Goodbye.”

Eddie heard the car door slam and then it drove away.

Don’t start crying. Don’t start crying.

His hands shaking, Eddie hastily stood up from his seat, almost tipping it over. He ran straight into Richie.

“Eds,” Richie started, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Eddie took a deep breath, though his countenance was breaking. “Richie, don’t you fucking tell me ‘you told me so.’ This is not the right time...” His voice crumbled from there.

“No, no, Eddie. Aw, come here, buddy.” Richie pulled Eddie into his arms. Just feeling Richie’s warm embrace made him feel safe. A small tear trickled down his cheek. His chest felt so heavy. Eddie didn’t realize his whole body was trembling. “My best friend needs me. Who says I’m going to give you a hard time?” He wanted to kiss Eddie’s forehead, but he refrained. Oh, it was so hard not to.

Eddie sniffled, burying his face in Richie’s shoulder. They were hugging in the middle of the sidewalk. He noticed a small boy look at them and whisper something to his mother. It didn’t matter.

“I just can’t believe she’d do that...”

“Don’t think about it. I know it hurts. But Eddie...” Richie pulled away, staring at him with those warm sincere eyes that made Eddie feel like he belonged. And loved. “You don’t need her. You’ll find someone else. And you got us.”

Eddie smiled a bit, removing a fallen tear. “Thanks, Richie.”

Richie giggled, mischievously. Before he could tap his cheek, Eddie stopped his wrist. “Don’t even try it, Tozier!”

“Your reflexes have improved, I see!” Richie laughed. They almost started wrestling with each other and laughed again. More people looked at them strangely. Oh, it was nothing new. Just as long as Eddie wa laughing and smiling.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a marshmallow latte,” Richie guided him into the cafe.

“That’s your favorite drink!”

“You like it too!”

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