#so like if you offer me thousands of dollars i would be like Great! More savings means more safety and security!

[andthebeanstalk]

"Oh, Jack. You silly boi. You know that help at the top of the stairs is no help at all."

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Art piece i may delete later about my parents offering money to me and my sisters to pay for either grad school (a thing I don't want and can't do with my disability) or my wedding (also a thing I don't need/want), but not for anything that would actually help me escape poverty and find stable housing and income.

Like, I recognize the privilege of being able to complain that my parents have offered me a bunch of money but in the wrong way.

But also if that money is on top of a flight of stairs that I can't climb (but my sisters can), then I haven't really been offered money, so much as I have watched money I need be placed somewhere I can't reach it. Which tbh feels worse than if it was never mentioned to me in the first place.

I was gonna send this art to them and i wrote this big long message to go with it, but then I decided to wait until my therapy session on Tuesday to talk it thru with her first, since I've literally never regretted doing that.

Besides, both of my parents are lawyers and right now they're providing me and my friends with a lot of free legal advice about this property we're trying to buy together, so I don't want to rock the boat currently.

I just wish I knew if I had access to that money as a poor person in need of stable housing and quality disability care, and I wish my parents weren't world-class hLepers who have a long and triggering history of engaging me in rigorous debate about the kind of help I should be allowed to receive from them as a disabled person.

Nothing like having to provide an argument that would hold up in court every time I'm sick and need help! Love that! Love that I can't even talk about money with them now without having invasive thoughts about it for days to come due to past incidences in which this repeated behavior of theirs literally endangered my life!!

Not like I need that mental capacity for working on the largest and most exciting opportunity of my life that also happens to line up with my hopes and dreams for the future!! It's fine!! What do I even need mental capacity for anyway?????

This wouldn't even be the first time this little Distrust Fund has caused problems for my relationship with my parents. They are very opposed to that money being used to help my disability and it has caused PROBLEMS for us that we have never quite recovered from.

It's just difficult to be reminded that although our relationship has gotten better (mostly thanks to me setting boundaries), that doesn't mean they now actually believe what I need for my disability when I tell them.

They really do love me, and they have only ever acted with the best of intentions . But good intentions cease to matter when the impact is harmful and repeated. And they have proven to be repeatedly incapable of providing non-ableist support for me again and again and again. They've even genuinely tried to learn; and sometimes it really seems like my mom has made progress with her therapist (who is disabled), but who knows when I can so jarringly be reminded of how quickly that toxic ableist thinking can show its ugly face.

It's so clear to me and they don't even know it's there.

It feels like I'm in a horror movie when I try to get them to understand their own ableism, and that is a good good sign that I may want to consider an approach that minimizes my mental damage instead. Even if it means I don't get their stupid, deeply-conditional-and-yet-the-conditions-are-SO-vague-and-they-won't-admit-it money.

#original #diary #ableism #ableism cw #if they actually trusted me they'd just give me the fucking money but WHATEVER #maybe it's cause of all those times i was really reckless and irresponsible with money-- OH WAIT. THAT HAS LITERALLY NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED #I GRADUATED BUSINESS SCHOOL WITH HONORS AND HAVE NEVER HAD ISSUES WITH OVER-SPENDING #maybe they subconsciously think I'm stupid w money bc I'm poor. but i doubt my sisters could just get the whole lump sum either. #I HAVE BEEN LIVING FRUGALLY MY ENTIRE ADULT LIFE YOU BASTARDS #I would say there's a 5% chance they pleasantly surprise me but I have to be careful not to spend too much energy on it #the invasive thoughts around my family's ableism are super aggressive and constant when they start #and so i would rather have no help than that stinky-ass hLep that hurts my brain and heart so bad for days after #hLep #anyway i don't want their help paying for a wedding bc i am housing insecure with no income and so is my wife #and besides that wedding planning is hard and stressful and involves either including or snubbing relatives i don't like #so like if you offer me thousands of dollars i would be like Great! More savings means more safety and security! #i would NOT be like Okay time to spend $2000 on fucking flowers I have SHIT GOING ON #if i have a wedding then the cost will be the cost of pizza for all the guests. #also govt says i can't get married or i lose my disability payments so ryan and I just decided we are married years ago #i need SO much disability care equipment that i don't have and i am unable to hold a standard full time job #but yeah sure maybe I'll go get another DEGREE despite my interests being completely non academic. fuck OFF. #i have been writing or making art about this all evening this is not how I wanted to spend the evening it is past 4am #hopefully this processing and drawing and journaling will allow me to remove this issue from the very forefront of my mind #it's a careful line to walk between processing and obsessing. but good processing helps you stop obsessing #hopefully I can save some of the more painful parts of this for therapy so I can focus on other stuff for the next couple days #listen if interacting with someone in a certain way makes you feel like you're in a horror movie then something needs to change #and sometimes the change is that we need to make literal and emotional distance between us and those people bc they aren't learning #okay okay time for edibles and a shower i fuckin earned it and even if i didn't I can do whatever I fucking want 👌 #and also I deserve nice things by default #and so do you

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Get It For You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Rafe is determined to make his angel's wants come true.

A/N: Inspired by this video.

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron is a loving and devoted boyfriend. He is always trying to provide for Y/N and get her everything she wants. However, even with all the money he possesses, the universe seems to be against letting him give her exactly what she wants tonight. She watches as his hand moves the joystick in the direction of the pink unicorn and holds her breath as she watches him press the button that lowers the claw. For the second time tonight, the claw wraps around the toy but raises without the prize. “Ughh, this thing is a piece of crap,” he groans, kicking it. The bartender looks over at the couple, “Hey, man! Don’t kick my shit.” Y/N yells over an apology, glaring at her boyfriend slightly. “Rafe, it’s okay. You’ve tried twice already, I really don’t need it,” she reassures. Her hand places itself on his chest and gives him a small rub of comfort. 

He pulls out of her touch to put more money in the machine and focuses on trying again. His new effort doesn’t work, leaving him empty-handed and more frustrated. As he pays for another round, she speaks up. “Seriously, Rafe. Let’s just go home. I’m tired.” He shakes his head, “No. You want this damn unicorn and I’m going to get it for you like any good boyfriend would.” “You are a great boyfriend. Winning me the stuffed animal isn’t going to prove anything that I don’t already know,” she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He looks over his shoulder to give her a kiss on the cheek, “It’s going to prove how much I care about you. Now, please, let me get it for you, Angel.”

Y/N knows arguing is futile, so she takes his credit card and goes to sit at a table to get something to eat. This is going to be a very long night. 

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Three hours later, Y/N and Rafe are still in the same positions. She is hunched over a book at the table and he is sitting on the bar stool he brought over to the claw machine. It has to be hundreds of games later, but he doesn’t care about his aching wrist. They are the only patrons in the bar and the bartender is now glaring daggers at Rafe while giving Y/N a sympathetic look. The bartender moves out from behind the bar and approaches Rafe. Rafe ignores the man, focusing entirely on the unicorn. “You got to go now. I’m closing up,” the worker says in a gruff voice. Rafe’s head moves from side to side, “We can’t. I need to get this stuffed animal for my angel.” “Nope, you need to go. Come on, man. Look how tired your girl is. Just cut your losses and go home,” the man disagrees, gesturing toward Y/N. Rafe looks at her and notices the way her eyes are fluttering open and closed and then sighs. 

He gets off of the bar stool and heads over to her. He grabs her purse on the table, kissing her lips as an apology. “I’m sorry I made you stay so late, Angel. Let’s get you to bed,” he suggests. Her arm slings over his neck and they walk out to his car. When they get home, they go through their typical nighttime routine and fall into bed together, going to sleep in each other’s hold.

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Y/N gets home the next day to find Rafe’s bed littered with stuffed animals. Front and centre is the pink unicorn with silver hooves. Rafe walks out of his bathroom, spotting his girlfriend with a grin. “You like it, Angel?” he wonders, coming to give her a kiss. She gives a small chuckle, “I love it,  Rafe. But how did you get all of them? It must have taken you all day.” He gives her a sheepish look and he doesn’t want to admit what really happened, but he can’t keep a secret from her. “Actually, I just went back to the bar and offered the owner a thousand dollars for all of them,” he admits and this really gets Y/N laughing. “Rafe, you know all of this is probably worth like fifty dollars. A hundred, max.” His head buries itself in her neck to hide his embarrassment, “I know. But what my angel wants, she gets. And I wasn’t about to let one little unicorn get in the way of that.” 

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Response Email from PrettyBusy! (courtesy of WHB Updates)

Alright! So the admin has updated us with the responses from PB from a long email about our concerns. I read through them all and understand where they're coming from and at this point, I'm just going to keep proceeding as before with how I'm playing and approaching the game. Here's where you can read the responses -> Part 1, Part 2

In general, I saw a repeat from PB stating that other emails were sent in from others stating that they

A. Were fine with the prices B. Didn't want repeat characters C. Mostly concerned about the battles being boring I'll touch on this with my take real quick. Personally...who is out here saying they don't want repeat/re-releases of characters???? Because while I get that some folks don't like certain characters...some of us may want a chance to nab them in case something came up and we didn't get a chance to the first time. NuCarnival does this and no one really complains (as far as I know I'm not active in that fandom, so correct me if I'm wrong). And for pricing, I talked to my friend who also plays other gachas often and he expressed PB's prices are actually low compared to the thousands of dollars other games tend to require for players to not even get the card they want. And for the battles being boring, that's not my problem personally. I just don't want 5-6 battles in between story points...I like how the event battles are usually around 3 between story points. I get they may do this to space it out so we can gain resources and it's not just a click-and-read game, but ugh 6 battles are just too damn much, I'm sorry. I hope they don't take it as "Oh let's make the battles more complicated and harder and throw in more of these screeching bitch ass angels with the wings on their heads" because I will scream lol So the tidbit about them not excluding F2P players and stating that they offer a lot of incentives such as free main story, free Minhyeok story, H-scenes that are free; I get that.* But honestly, the Solomon Seal thing that happened really alienated me because it was like telling me "broke folks can't have the nice stuff, sorry" and let's be honest....some ppl out there REALLY think like that especially over here in the states.. Now I'm glad they ARE addressing obtaining Solomon Seals easily, and implementing a way to gift it to us a free 10 pull per month which is a $34 value (rounded up). Hey, I'll take it. Because I'm gonna save 'em up anyways.

Now....there was something that concerns me and I think players should keep it in mind. Mammon's dildo is officially retired and not coming back for any of the platforms. PB has been threatened most likely by Gplay and AppStore to get rid of stuff like that or they'd pull the app from their platforms. EROLABS sadly, is affected because they don't have a way to specifically do the censoring for some things per platform. That was one of them. So in the future we may see MORE censoring just in case and EROLABS may be affected too. Not necessarily their exclusive content of course, but maybe just small things like the card art censoring, or stuff like that. Sucks really.

Someone brought up Event Stories being available in the future for reading again and this was a great idea to bring up to them. Some folks don't play the events so having the story available at a later time would be cool. Also, I read a couple things about PB talking about their customer service trying to catch up with social media interactions and other things and I was like well damn... Because at the end of the day someone who's working a 9-5 maybe even overtime is sitting up here reading all those tweets cussing them out and it gets really mentally tiring. Criticism is okay, but yeah going left field on someone who's just doing their job is a reminder of why I hate working in customer service myself. Some of the population forgets you are a person and sometimes your hands are tied so why are you yelling? Chill for a moment. It's just a game.

With that being said they did say that they would do better on being transparent on letting us know if the cards are gonna be in the banner or not. (I'll believe it when I see it, not trying to be mean) Overall I was nodding and taking in their responses. The fact that they bothered to even answer with sincerety has already put a good impression for me so I'll stick with that. I personally keep a boundary between me and companies for my own personal reasons. I understand that there are others who are ride or die for this company, and that's cool. Just don't expect others to have that same energy. If you've been through what I have...you'll understand why I don't do this for most companies anymore unless it's for a personal friend who has their own business/commissions/etc. What do you all think about the responses? Satisfied or just waiting it out? *edit: and to add...honestly the L-card stories are better than the H-scenes lmao at least to me. Because there's our bois literally cussing, the writers use actual words like penis and masterbating, like I'm still not recovering over Beel saying "fuck this is good" and satan calling us a dirty bitch. i a m s o r r y and t h r i s t y. Because imagine Belial being like "oh so you like my thick cock up your ass?" or Dre fingering you and being like "Fuck you're so soft here..." I neeeeed it.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb game #email updates #future outlook of whb #there was a lot here

[demonsandmischief]

Tipsy

A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

600 Words

Fluffy AU because Steve can't actually get drunk because of the serum

-Tipsy-

In which Steve gets a little drunk at a party.

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You and Steve Rogers had gone to a party hosted by none other than Tony Stark. You hated parties and would rather keep what little downtime you had with your boyfriend to yourself, but the billionaire had insisted. Besides, it had been awhile since Steve had a chance to be around his friends without work being involved.

Even Thor had shown up.

You didn't drink much, just stuck to your one glass of something fruity and wandered the large ballroom to find someone to talk to.

You were grabbed from behind and you gasped, twisting around to find your boyfriend's broody features to be brighter than usual. His lips quirked up as he pulled you against his chest.

"Steve," you gasped. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," his deep voice said over the music. He took your drink, setting it down on the table next to him. "You just look so damn beautiful in this dress."

His hands slid down from your waist. You had to physically move them back up from your butt, which seemed to amuse him.

"You're drunk," you concluded, never seeing him act in such a way.

"I'm not that drunk," he reassured. "I saw you dancing over there. It was very hot."

"Hot?" you asked, feeling a flush run up your neck. Your typical stoic, reserved Captain would never say that. You bit back your amused smile.

"Come on," he teased. "Show me your moves."

You shook your head no.

"Don't get shy on me now, honey," Steve said. He took your hand, twirling you in a circle.

You laughed, and he bent his head to swallow the sound. His lips meshed with yours roughly, and he cupped your cheeks to hold you in place. Heat flooded your body, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips.

You pulled back.

"We're at a party," you protested, trying to get the words out against his persistent kisses.

"So?"

"So," you repeated with another laugh. "So you can't kiss me like that with people around."

He looked like he was going to protest, but someone called his name from behind. Steve straightened. His features defaulted back to their typical stern position, and he wrapped you protectively by his side.

"Tony," Steve greeted.

You were surprised by the quick change. Maybe he really wasn't that drunk.

"It's been a great party," you offered.

"Right, thanks," Tony nodded, throwing back what was left in his glass with one swallow. "Like the whole room didn't see you try to swallow each other just now."

You felt the blush fill your cheeks.

"What do you need?" Steve asked.

"Nothing important," Tony answered. "I just heard a rumour about some strong Asgardian alcohol that has cost me several thousand dollars."

"What do you mean?" Steve's frown didn't change.

"Thor started smashing stuff Hulk-style. He kept throwing his glass, demanding more drinks. I heard that he had shared whatever he had brought with you, and wanted to make sure you weren't about to start destroying the place."

"I'm fine," Steve said.

Tony walked away, and Steve lowered his head to speak close to you. "I just can't wait to get you home."

You giggled, feeling the heat coil throughout your body. You squirmed away from his moving hands. He kissed you again, pulling you flush against him.

"Fine," you give in. "Let's get out of here before you make a scene."

Steve smirked, taking your hand.

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[melonbear51]

i love your vtm concepts!!! would you happen to have any more gangrel ideas from any angle? i think that a good argument could be made for gangrel anarchism/independence/savagery being the 'truest' expression of vampirism in a way, they get looked down on a lot by other clans unfairly i think </3

FRIEND I LOVE THE GANGREL SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA! They are so damn underrated and it KILLS me how so many players, old and new, overlook them or think of them as Brujah with werewolf powers. And they TOTALLY get looked down on by other clans, but that's part of what makes them interesting; much like the other "low clans," they're underestimated, and that makes them DANGEROUS. But enough of my fangirling. Let's get to business: 1. A Gangrel who formed a coterie with a Salubri, Cappodocian-Hecata, and Tzimisce SPECIFICALLY as a giant fuck-you to the Tremere. Whether or not they make a good team is up to you, but regardless, the local anarchs find the whole thing HILARIOUS and make it a point to send this motley crew in whenever the Tremere are involved. 2. A writer and narrator of a podcast noted for their distinct storytelling style who was turned into a Gangrel because of this. They are currently being groomed by their sire and elders to become a lorekeeper and storyteller of the clan, and while some aspects are enjoyable, the weight of expectations and the pressure is beginning to get to them. 3. A college kid with a very controlling family who put extreme pressure on them to succeed who was embraced coming home from a student government meeting. Faced with a new reality and tasting true, wild freedom for the first time, they've kindly told their parents to suck a fat one and have begun to carve their own path. They are also searching for their sire, who they wish to thank for granting them a way out. Whether or not they stay grateful is up to you and the events of the chronicle. 4. A highly-educated Gangrel who purposefully conceals their intelligence and expertise by leaning into the whole "Gangrel are wild savages" stereotype. Their clothes are ripped or the least fancy items you've ever seen, they motel-hop or live out of a trailer, the whole shebang. Many Camarilla scoff at them and even some Anarchs look down on them. The Gangrel doesn't care: do the others have hundreds of thousands of dollars from smart investments and an animalism-driven information network that spans the entire state? No? Fuck em'! 5. A Gangrel who either fakes being a caitiff or fledgling to gain the trust and pity of other kindred. After weaseling their way into their target's unlives, they either steal their valuables and hit the road, or straight up murder those that gave them charity. For extra symbolism, make it so that they have two protean beast forms: a sheep, which they show to others, and a wolf, which only comes out when they strike. 6. A Gangrel DJ who stalks the rave and club scene for prey, gathering a herd from their dedicated and ever-growing fanbase. Some of the more traditional Gangrel look down on them but hey, a party animal is still an animal! 7. A Gangrel doomsday/Gehenna prepper. They could be the traditional survivalist/resource gathering prepper, or they could go to another extreme: attempting to gather animals à la Noah, waiting for some great ecological disaster. 8. A young anarch Gangrel with a Camarilla sire. Mistrusted because of their sire's loyalties, they are desperately trying to prove themselves to the other anarchs and their clanmates, all the while trying to resist the tempting bait their sire offers them to try and get them to come back home.

I hope you enjoy these! I also hope this gives other players some inspiration to look at the Gangrel a bit differently! As always, feel free to use any of these ideas for pcs/npcs, and don't hesitate to shoot me a message to chat about VTM!

#vampire the masquerade #ttrpgs #world of darkness #vtm #character concept #ny by night #vampire the masquerade v20 #vtm v5 #gangrel #tremere #camarilla #anarch #hecata #tzimisce #salubri #brujah #vampire the masquerade v5 #vampire oc #vtm oc #vtm ocs #vampire chronicles #la by night

[halfagone]

What would Danny do for work?

I have a quick question to my fellow Danny Phantom fans... When you imagine Danny picking a career/job, what do you headcanon for him? And this is if he can't- for whatever reason- be an astronaut. This is a hypothetical question, it's not- like, going to affect any of my stories in the future or anything *chuckles nervously*

For me, it's always depended on the headcanon I choose for any particular story/AU. But that gets complicated when I have multiple headcanons that could offer opportunities for him.

For example:

Astrophysicist/Aerospace Engineer - He can't be an astronaut, but that doesn't mean he can't still do some kind of work that involves his love for space.

Engineer - In a similar vein, he could be a regular engineer. Especially if he takes after his dad, Jack, more and maybe even creates his own prototypes and inventions.

In a subset to engineer, in my story weekend wonders, Danny is majoring in biomedical engineering. This is because in this AU, the accident gave him chronic pain, and that's how he gained an interest in this field. This could also work great if he gets attention from the Justice League in a DP x DC crossover, or the Avengers in a DP x Marvel crossover; Danny could just as easily work with heroes who have disabilities or chronic pain from many decades of work as heroes. It helps that he personal experience with the same struggles, after all.

Translator - If you headcanon that Danny can understand a lot of languages (or maybe even them all) due to ghost speak, then Danny could totally use this to his advantage with work. Plus!! This offers many different avenues that could be used to your advantage. Want Danny to be connected to the UN in some way before debuting as Ghost King? Have him be a translator that works there. Want Danny to be busy often with his royal responsibilities/ghost fighting? Have him be a translator; he can work remotely or stay self-employed/on contracts.

Teacher - Danny doesn't have great experience with educational staff, so I could imagine him going into this field of work due to nothing but spite. And! He could teach ectobiology, or just ghosts in general. He could do so many topics: Biology, government, history, hell he could do a whole semester on how physics work in the Ghost Zone.

Blacksmith/Ironsmith - Okay, this one is more self-indulgent, but imagine if Pandora teaches him how to fight with a sword and then he gets obsessed with the sword itself that he wants to make one that's perfectly suited for him and this just dominos into going full-blown into this field. (Trade skills are still important, and sadly, don't get as much attention even when they can usually offer fairly decent pay without the thousands of dollars worth in student debt.)

Writer/Author - If you wanted him to be more artistic, he could be a freelance author/novelist or something similar. I feel like being an author would be one of the better choices for him because, again, if you were writing a story where Danny would be busy with a lot of other responsibilities, then he could largely work on his own schedule. Plus! I can totally imagine him hanging out in Long Now with Clockwork when his head is just full of ideas for a story but he wouldn't have the time to write it otherwise. So he kind of uses Long Now to get that time, but he can promise it's for a good cause, stop laughing, Clockwork!

Actor - I really love the concept of Danny being an actor, just for the laughs if nothing else. While this could be a pain if Danny does actually get famous, since that's a lot of media he would probably prefer not to deal with, the concept alone offers a great deal of shenanigans. And... if he does get a good movie deal, he could very well be set for life afterwards. He could be one of those one-hit wonders in television or something.

If anyone has other possibilities, feel free to add! My head is constantly spinning with even more ideas, I might just add some myself.

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanons #danny fenton #this is a boy of many possibilities #i cannot choose one for the life of me #works for crossovers too!!

[sister-cna-reader]

Bill: Brings out a thousand dollars worth of chocolate, flowers, and a horse ride.

Damian: Brings out a bag of peanuts.

Guess who Anya chooses.

and guess who Becky has to fill in.

I have been inspired. (This is great cause I think this means my brain has finally recovered from covid)

Becky sighed as Anya walked away with Damian to the cafe, leaving Bill to Becky’s care. 

Again. 

The bouquet of exotic lilies Watkins brought on Thursday gave Anya an allergic reaction consisting of hives and the most sneezing ever heard at Eden, totaling 50 sneezes in under an hour. The offending flowers had been passed on to the faculty break room to be appreciated, with Becky plucking the card from the blooms as they exchanged hands. 

Bill had been mortified by the reaction, vowing to make it up to Anya in the nurse’s office- his tearful face as earnest as he always was. 

So on Friday, he had offered the pink haired lady a box of the finest chocolates in Berlint. The amount of chocolates was so over whelming that Anya had handed them out to the class, taking only one of the 5 tiers to save for her parents. 

Becky had to pull Bill aside and explain that perhaps the way to Anya’s attention, and possibly affection were experiences- things that she couldn’t just buy.  

“It’s my job to spoil her with material wealth as her best friend you know.” she reasoned to the school’s lovelorn giant. “She likes action, experiences. Take her to an adventure park or something.” 

He had taken Becky’s advice alright, riding into the park Saturday on what had to be the largest horse to ever exist. Its tawny coat was well maintained, its’ dark mane and tail tied in a militaristic fashion. 

The war horse was docile, barely a twitch from its ear even as children gawked and giggled, huddling closer to see just how big it was. The park was teeming with people, even on the edge of the city proper, and on a Saturday when most would be shopping in the department stores or catching a movie.  Still, the beast only huffed when a hound was a little too loud, a little too close, the horse sounded more like a tired old man than a creature who could kill you with one kick. 

Bill had looked quite handsome in his riding attire, the tall boots still supple, and his matching jacket and cap showing his perfect posture. 

Not that Anya took any time to appreciate such a spectiule! Even Becky was moved by how natural Bill had looked on the steed. But Damian had crossed their pathes not two seconds after Bill arrived. The scion merely handed Anya a bag of roasted peanuts and mentioned a themed coffee drink for Anya to follow Damian, smile on her face, Bill and Becky forgotten. 

She knew Anya had her reasons to pursue the Desmond, but it didn’t excuse the little tact that she seemed to possess. 

Becky had an uncle somewhere like that. Couldn’t read a social cue to save his life.  (And to be fair, Desmond did ask quite bluntly if she wanted to go to said cafe- while Bill hadn’t said anything outright so far.) 

Now she had to pick up the slack for her best friend. 

Watkins leaned forward and patted the horse’s neck with a small frown. “I suppose I should just drop it.” 

Becky patted Bill’s calf (the only part of his body she could comfortably reach while he was still mounted on his steed), “Yes. But I should’ve tried warning you against it sooner.” 

Silence passed between them before Bill extended a gloved hand to her, his lips somewhere between a smile and a grimace. 

“Want to ride with me? I recall you’ve dabbled in equestrian sports.” 

Her foot was already in the stirrup and her hand in his as she answered. 

“I would never say no to such a handsome ride from a gentleman.” 

She was already seated in front of Bill by the time he recovered his composure. 

#becky/bill #bill watkins #becky blackbell #fanfiction #spy x family #Eden: License to Drive

[gabseyoo]

monaco for us

pairing: f1 driver!eren jeager x rich!fem!reader. | wc: 8,1k.

warnings: dom!eren, switch!reader, nicknames, dry?humping, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, choking, rough sex, orgasm denial, impact play, manhandle, spitting, praising, breeding, aftercare. idk if i forgot something.

summary: Eren Jaeger, the F1's star driver, has long been interested in that beautiful billion dollar girl, and Monaco is a great place to fulfill his dream, isn't it?

a/n: here you go. i don't know why it took me ages to finish this, and turned out to be longer than i expected, but i'm happy with the result. i hope you like it. more of my work is coming soon, look forward to it :)

→ terms used

paddock: an area at circuit where the racing vehicles are parked and worked on before and between races.

podium: name given to the rostrum on which prizes are awarded to the three highest-placed drivers at the end of a Grand Prix.

Racing for Ackerman Racing was a big deal in Formula 1. It was one of the biggest and most prestigious teams in the sport, so getting to be a part of it was something many could only dream of. 

They only wanted the best of the best. Eren Jaeger knew that, as did the rest of the world. 

Eren had the talent, and of course, how to deny it, the looks. Since he was a child, he always caught the attention, from his beginnings in Go-Karts to Formula 2; and finally, at the age of nineteen, reaching where his dreams always pointed to from the start, Formula 1. But of course, getting to the big leagues was the easy part, the hard part was staying, that's what everyone said. But for him, it was no problem. He stood out from his debut, attracting the attention of the big teams in his first year as a rookie. 

He was sure that he had come to Formula 1 to stay, and undoubtedly leave his name engraved in history. 

So, just at the end of his second year in F1, Eren received a call from Levi himself, principal of Ackerman Racing, offering him a contract for next year. He didn't want to admit it, but he almost fainted when he heard the offer. He accepted almost immediately, this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he would be a fool to waste it. 

The directors knew they had made a good decision when Eren won the first race in his debut with Ackerman Racing, and performed well (of course, with ups and downs) during the following races. From the beginning he was always controversial for his "fuck you attitude", showing no mercy when on the circuit. But the public loved him for it, saying he made F1 more interesting. By the end of the season, he was third in points, which was a huge achievement for the team. Eren secured his seat the following year, and of course, many more. 

In his second year on the team, Eren surprised everyone by being faster than ever, becoming the youngest world champion. And this year, with the start of the new season, everything pointed to him becoming the champion for the second time. All bets were on him.

He was already popular, but now, he was practically a celebrity. 

Eren Jeager had thousands of beautiful women at his disposal, from models to actresses who would give anything to have him between their legs. And of course he enjoyed all the attention, but he found himself mesmerized by the smile of a billion dollar girl. 

This is where you come in. 

The one and only, Y/n L/n.

Your family was a big name in the business world. Your father owned one of the largest investment companies on the planet, worth billions of dollars. In addition, he was a big Formula 1 fan since he was a child, which led him to make the decision to invest in Ackerman Racing five years ago, becoming a kind of boss. In fact, it was his idea to have Eren join the team, saying that the boy had a great future and that it was better to have him as soon as possible before another team won him over. 

Your father had a great eye, as Eren's results were incredible.

The night you met was at a team dinner, it was the middle of the first year that Eren had joined. The venue was luxurious, as expected, on a hotel rooftop overlooking the lights of Paris. As it was obvious, there would be important people. From former drivers to businessmen, and of course, the team's main investor. 

“Hey Jeager! Come here!” Levi's voice almost startled him, he wouldn't admit it, but his new director intimidated him too much. 

He was talking to some of the mechanics, who had approached him to congratulate him on the week's victory. He apologized to them before walking over to where Levi was standing. 

When he arrived at Levi's side, the first thing he saw was your father, whom he had met before. But before he could avoid it, his eyes focused shamelessly on the beautiful woman standing next to him. 

His gaze traveled from the stilettos you wore, to the long black dress that accentuated your figure, trying not to be distracted by the neckline, to your face; where he almost lost himself completely when your eyes met his. Even if in his mind it seemed like he had taken several minutes analyzing you, in reality not even five seconds had passed. 

“Here he is.” Levi said, patting the driver’s back. It was as if Levi had thrown a rope to catch him and bring him back to earth. 

“Eren! I’m really happy to see you again.” Your father shouted, smiling broadly as he took Eren's hand in his. “It’s been a long time. The last time we met was in the first race, wasn't it?”

Your father was a busy man, besides F1 he had a lot of other business to attend to, so it was rare for him to be very present in the sport. But it was impossible for Eren, or anyone working at Ackerman Racing, or even in F1, not to know who he is. 

“It was, sir. Nice to see you again.” He greeted back. 

“Congratulations on the race, I'm glad to hear that Levi can stop biting his nails.” He joked, looking at the director who seemed to want to blow smoke out of his ears. “A little birdie told me he was nervous that you wouldn't live up to expectations.” He continued, ignoring Levi's annoyance. 

You giggled, your father had told you he enjoyed teasing Levi. Not because he didn’t like him, but it amused him to see him upset. The sound of your laughter seemed to remind him that you were by his side, so he put his hand on your shoulders to introduce you. 

“Oh! Eren, this is my little girl.” Eren smirked when you rolled your eyes at the pet name. “My daughter.” 

“I’m Y/n.” You introduced yourself quickly, stretching out your hand. 

When you shook hands with him, Eren had the impulse to play the gentleman and kiss your knuckles, but suppressed it after thinking it might make you uncomfortable, and that was the last thing he wanted. Especially in front of your father. 

“I’m Eren.”  

Of course, he already knew you, he had stalked your social media several times and even googled your name. But seeing you in person was a completely different experience. You didn't feel any different. In person he was much taller, muscular and handsome than in the pictures; and the pictures were amazing. 

You both wished that night had been different, that you could have talked some more with a glass of wine in your hands while admiring the Eiffel Tower in the distance. But sadly Eren had to meet quite a few people that night, who kept him busy. And you had to take care of your father who got drunk too quickly. 

When you met again three months later at a race, you were holding hands with that stupid boyfriend you used to have. Why did you date him? You don't even know. Eren almost threw a party when he found out you broke up with him some time later. 

Unfortunately, Eren and you did not coincide much in the same places. Your father didn't attend many races, and it was rare when you went with him. When you saw each other, you couldn't meet alone, your father or the team were always around. So the most you could do was talk, Eren occasionally saying flirtatious comments that made you blush. But that only made the tension that you and the driver felt, increase more and more. 

Eren knew he couldn't just fuck the boss's daughter. One, your father seemed to be the jealous and overprotective type, you were his only daughter in the end. Two, he didn't want you (or the world) to think he was interested in you just to keep his F1 seat or keep your father's money in the team. 

Eren Jeager was interested in Y/n L/n because she was hot as hell. 

This year, the universe seemed to be playing on your sides. After the start of the season, your father decided to attend the Monaco Grand Prix, and by a miracle, you went with him. 

Monaco was a big deal, especially the Grand Prix. Everything was amazing there. The luxury, the celebrities, the nightlife. But what excited him the most was that the girl who drove him crazy was there. Now his desire to win had skyrocketed.

“Be less obvious, you're practically eating her with your eyes.” The voice of Reiner, his teammate, dragged him back to earth after being lost in the heaven that Y/n’s legs were, exposed by the little Jacquemus dress she was wearing. 

You were next to your father in the paddock, who was having a chat with Levi, the team principal, about something you weren't really paying attention to, since the only thing occupying your mind at that moment was Eren and how hot he looked in his racing suit. 

“What do you mean?” He played dumb, taking a sip of energy drink. 

“That you two are too obvious. If I noticed the way you look at each other I don't doubt that someone else did too.” 

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t even make an effort to make his words credible, the smile on his face gave him away. 

Reiner rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Just be careful. There are cameras everywhere and the last thing the team needs is to deal with rumors.”

Eren decided it would be best to ignore Reiner and start getting ready for the race. A few warm-ups and motivational words were part of their pre-race ritual. He would never say out loud that he repeated the same speech that «Lightning McQueen» from Cars said to himself before the race to get into the mood.  

He was about to put on his helmet when you approached him, smiling with your hands behind your back in an attempt to hide your nerves. 

“Eren Jeager.” You sang, calling his attention. 

“Y/n L/n.” He mimicked your voice tone. “Visiting me?”

You smile, remembering one of the messages Eren had sent you weeks before asking when you would visit him. Maybe he manifested it, since a few days later your father had asked you if you wanted to go to Monaco with him. 

“By miracle, though.” You licked your lip before adding: “I kind of missed this chaos.” You gestured with your hand to the place. Full of mechanics running from one side to the other, as well as reporters and businessmen. 

“Better say you missed me, princess.” There it was, the nickname he had given you and you loved to hear only when it came out of his mouth. Why his voice is so hot?

“Yeah, I missed seeing you crash.” Eren couldn't help but laugh at your comment, referring to the crash he had at the last race you attended last year. 

“Yeah, and I remember you left the next day before I could even say goodbye.” He crossed his arms, looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

“Go complain to him.” You nod to your father, who seemed to have already irritated Levi with his jokes, maybe by giving him a few «tips», you didn't blame the principal, your father really thought he was an expert in Formula 1. Key word: thought. 

“No, thanks. I don’t wanna get fired.” Before you could say anything he spoke again: “I’m really happy you’re here, I meant it.”

“You do?” You prayed to God that he didn't notice how flushed you were. 

“Playboy, what are you waiting? Get the fuck ready.” The shout of Levi, who finally got rid of your father, brought you out of your little bubble.

"Good luck today." 

Eren smiled at your words. "I have it now." 

You brought your hand to his forearm, tapping it twice in encouragement. “You better put on a show on that track, I don't like boring races.”

“Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said before putting on his helmet and heading to get into his car. 

As Eren had promised, the race was a drama. He regained first place after dropping to ninth because of a ten-second penalty he received for causing a collision. Oops. Add to that a constant battle with another rider for first place as they went wheel to wheel. The race ended with both Ackerman Racing drivers on the podium. Jaeger in first place and Braun third. 

After the champagne celebration on the podium, you didn't have much time to talk to Eren as he had some interviews to give. You were hoping to see him one more time and have a chance to talk to him alone before you and your father left the next day. Eren expected the same, but made an attempt to keep his hopes low. 

Now he was relaxing in his hotel room, playing some video games when his phone vibrated with a group chat notification, it was a picture of several team members drinking somewhere in Monte Carlo, he was just going to ignore the message when he noticed in the background your father's back. 

Did he go with them too? Did you go with him? Would he have left you alone in the hotel room?

Eren remembered he hadn't returned the charger your father lent him before the race and smiled to himself thinking it was a good excuse to see you, so he stood up and headed to your room. 

He rang the doorbell and waited about a minute before the door opened by a beautiful young woman. The driver was pleasantly surprised when he saw you wearing a white bathrobe, with your hair tied in a high ponytail. 

You were shocked to see those emerald eyes in front of you. Your father had told you that he and the team members were going to celebrate today's victory at a club or perhaps a casino. You assumed that Eren had also gone with them; so the most you were expecting today when you opened the door was room service bringing you the dinner you ordered, not a handsome 6-foot tall Formula 1 driver. 

Your sight ran over him from head to toe as he did you. He had his hair tied up in a man bun and was wearing a black hoodie and black shorts.

Play cool, y/n, play cool.  

“Today’s winner.” You stated, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms. 

"You'll make me blush." He waves his hand, you let out a chuckle at his words.

"My dad and his team friends went out partying tonight." You say, assuming he had come looking for your father. “I thought you'd be with them, they're celebrating your victory after all.”

"I decided to rest, it was a hard day."

“I can tell. You certainly made a show.”

“I told you I would.” You both look at your feet, at this point the tension could be cut with a knife. Eren licks his lips. "So— your dad?”

“He won't be back early” You respond quickly.

“Umm— well, can you give him this for me?” He placed the phone charger in the palm of your hand, the light touch between his skin and yours felt like electricity. “He lent it to me ‘cause I lost mine. But I already bought another one.” 

“Yeah, sure.” You smile at him, playing with the wire with your fingers. Neither of you moved, standing awkwardly without saying anything. It was almost obvious what you both wanted, the tension was there, it was just that one of you had to make the first move. And you decided that you would be the one to do it. “I was just about to get in the jacuzzi, wanna join me?”

He grins before replying: “I’ll go get a pair of shorts.”

“I’ll wait for you.” 

Eren waited for you to close the door before practically running to his room. Damn, he's excited. He put on the first pair of swim trunks he could find under his clothes, brushed his teeth and said a few words of encouragement to himself in the mirror before returning to your hotel room. The door was ajar, which he took as an invitation to enter and lock it, making his way into the huge place. 

His hotel room was luxurious no doubt, but nothing compared to what this suite was like. The living room was lit by a large chandelier, the TV was on with a random Netflix series playing but what impressed him the most was the huge window with a beautiful view of the city. For a moment he imagined him, grabbing you around the waist, slamming his hips against your ass and your breasts pressed against the window, so anyone in the other buildings could see you crying, begging him to stop. 

He shook his head, escaping those indecent thoughts when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around to see you, already with your hair down and were still wearing the robe. 

“Hey.” He greeted you awkwardly.

“Come, it's over here.” 

You began to walk leading him to a room where the jacuzzi was located, next to it a tray with cold meats, cheese cubes, crackers, strawberries and grapes; plus a bottle of expensive wine and two glasses.  Eren observed a bed on the other side of the room, the television in this place was on too, playing a R&B playlist on Spotify; there was also a large window, but the curtains covered the view. 

And let’s be honest, the atmosphere in this place was erotic.

You don't look at him when you go to the jacuzzi to sit on the edge of it and put your feet in. Eren walks over to the other side, right in front of you, and takes off his shirt followed by the shorts he was wearing over his swim trunks. 

You almost salivated as you looked at his abs, his biceps flexing and the way his black shorts fit him so well, marking a part between his legs that you tried to ignore. It should be illegal to look like that. 

He entered the hot tub slowly, sitting down and resting his arms on the edge of it. Yes, you're sure you stopped blinking for a moment. 

Eren suppressed a grin when he noticed how you looked at him, and licked his lips before asking: "You're not getting in?” 

Ignoring those dirty thoughts about the man in front of you, you untied the knot of your robe, removing it completely to reveal your navy blue two-piece bikini. His reaction was not unlike yours, instantly lost in the way your skin looked so good in that color. 

Once you’re in, you reach for the bottle and pour both glasses. “I hope you like wine.” You said as you stretch out your arm to give it to him. But instead of taking the cup, he grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him. 

“I don’t bite. You can come closer.” You tried to contain your smile as you take place next to him, playing with the liquid in the glass, trying to distract your nerves. Eren slips his arm behind your shoulders, resting it on the edge of the jacuzzi. “And yes, I love wine.” You could feel the light touch of his arm against the skin of your back. He takes a sip of wine before looking at you, the emerald of his eyes penetrating yours with a magic you could not explain. “Tell me more about you.” 

You were surprised by his request, not used to talk about yourself, since most of your information was on the internet. And for some reason, you drew a blank. Why is it so hard to answer a question like that? 

You cleared your throat, thinking about your answer. Well, we'll start with the simple stuff. 

That's how you told him facts like where you were born, where you grew up and what your school life was like. You tried to be brief so as not to extend the conversation too much, but Eren didn't help as he kept asking more questions about you. Your likes and dislikes, your favorite music, your favorite movie. 

Eren really wanted to get to know you better. You didn't know this yet, but he found you fascinating, that's why he kept asking. 

This led to a pleasant chat between the two of you. Eren was truly a person with whom it was easy to talk about anything and everything. And when you asked about him, trying to talk less about you, he told you about his beginnings in the racing world and even shared some quick anecdotes about it. It was so captivating to listen to him talk about what he was passionate about, plus, you found it engaging when he explained something he knew perfectly without making you feel like a fool for not knowing it. 

You continued talking until the bottle of wine was almost empty. 

“You really impressed me today, I'll be honest, I didn't think you were going to win after the penalty.” You spoke after finishing your drink in one sip.

He laughed and shook his head. "I'm a terrible loser." 

“Don’t tell me”

“But you know, I think I do better when you go to the races.” He whispered close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to look into his eyes, he was quite close, his nose almost touching yours. 

You gulped before asking: “Why?”

“You're like a good luck charm, plus, I like to impress you.”

You were a little nervous, so you tried to relax by telling a joke. "Impress me? Or my father?" He frowned with a grin on his face. 

“You.”

You don't know who broke the distance first, if it was Eren or you, but that didn't matter, because when his lips collided with yours you couldn't think of anything else. 

His hands went around your waist to sit you on his lap without breaking the kiss, it was messy, full of all the desire you had been nurturing all this time. 

You felt a bulge against your crotch, and almost automatically, you began to move your hips rubbing against it. He moaned in your lips, lowering his hands to your ass to help you move. 

“Fuck.” The driver bit your lip, tightening his grip on your skin before he cuts off the kiss suddenly by throwing his head back in pleasure. “That’s it.”

Eren maneuvers to remove your bikini top, dropping it into the water. His eyes almost sparkled at how beautiful your breasts were, and he couldn't hold it in any longer before taking one into his mouth and cupping the other with his hand, earning a moan from you that he swore was now one of his favorite sounds. 

He lifted his hips a little to feel as much friction as possible. He was close —fuck, really close—, so he tried to stop your movements, but you didn't give in, moving a little faster to hasten his orgasm. “I didn’t wanna cum like this but—shit—y/n you aren’t helping.”

“Cum, Eren. We have a long night.” He moaned as he leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself; but you wanted to see his face, so you grabbed his hair in your fist, pulling it to make him look at you. He looked beautiful, a little sweat on his forehead and his lips parted, letting out light sighs. You thought you could fall in love with this view. 

Your words were the last push he needed to reach his peak. Cumming all the way in his shorts.  

“Fuck, don’t let your dad get in here.”

You laugh at his comment. “Don’t worry about that.” 

“Come here.” You yelp when he puts his hands under your armpits to pull you out of the jacuzzi, sitting you on the edge of it. The sudden cold air giving you chills. 

He stayed inside and slowly lowered his hands, caressing your breasts and waist before reaching the only piece of clothing you had left. He played with the waistband as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, slowly moving down your chest, until he reaches your belly. You leaned back on your forearms as he tugs the fabric down, leaving you completely naked, at his mercy. 

Eren makes you spread your legs by taking place between them, giving him a full view of your femininity. 

“Beautiful.” He whispered more to himself before crouching down until he faced your cunt. He kissed your inner thighs, running his tongue close to where you needed him most just to torture you. 

You groaned when you felt him give you a short kiss on your clit, but instead of taking it to his mouth, he turns his lips to your thighs. 

“Eren.” You called him between a moan. 

“Yes?” He responds too innocently before lightly biting your skin.

“Just do it.”

He looked up to meet your eyes. “Do what?” 

“Please.” This man was driving you crazy. “Stop playing dumb.”

“You need to be a little more specific, princess.” 

Fuck your shame. “I want your mouth.” 

“You want my mouth? Where?” He placed his thumb over your clit, making slow circles that knocked out the air of your body. “Here?”

“Yes, please.” 

He would’ve liked to make you beg a little longer, but he was also eager to taste you. “Your wishes are my command, princess.” He said, and you had a kind of déjà vu, who would have thought that the same words he said hours ago before the race would be said again in this situation. 

You let out a sigh when he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue in experienced moves. You could do nothing but throw your head back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. He was good at this. Too fucking good. 

You tried to stifle your moans by putting a hand over your mouth. Eren didn't like that, so he stopped his motions. 

“Don't hold back the sounds. Scream all you want. We have Monaco for us tonight.” 

At his words, you withdrew your hand from your mouth to let out a high moan as his mouth returned to your bud. 

When Eren took two of his fingers inside you, you swore you saw stars. You wanted to move your hips, but his other hand over your belly kept you in place, so you brought one of your hands to his hair to hold him closer to you, chasing your high. The sounds of him licking you were obscene, but that was the last thing that mattered now when his tongue was moving so well. 

He knew you were close when your walls clenched around his fingers and your breathing quickened. So he curved his fingers and sucked harder, resulting in a moan from you as you arched your back and came fully in his mouth. 

“God.” You say after controlling your breathing.

“Don’t bring God in here, honey.” You let out a chuckle at his words, he does so too before getting out of the jacuzzi, crawling on top of you to join his lips with yours again, letting you taste yourself. “Let’s go to the fucking bed.”

Eren stood up, taking your hands to help you do it too. Then, when you are in front of him, he bent down to put his arms around your legs and carry you over his shoulder to make his way to the bed.

“You’re really something, Jeager.”  

"You know I like to put on a show." You giggled when he landed you on the mattress without any care.

He stood still, looking down at your naked figure. His penetrating gaze made you feel a little insecure, you really weren't like this. You were always confident because you knew who you were, you knew that half the men on the planet would give anything to be with you. You knew you were someone they could only dream about. So every time a man gave you that look during sex, a look full of adoration, you felt like a goddess, powerful. But right now, in front of Eren, you felt incredibly small. 

Eren was speechless, lost in thought for a moment as he admired your body. It was so much better than he had imagined. You were so much better. 

He smiled at you before saying: “You’re stunning.” 

He placed his hands on the sides of your head, attacking your lips again with his. The kiss was passionate, telling how you have been longing for each other. 

His cock was hard again, you felt it against your leg through his wet shorts. Not waiting any longer, you grabbed the waistband and pulled down his garment, leaving him completely naked to see all his glory. Yes, he’s big. 

He didn't let you process how that could fit in you when he began to rub his length between your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness. As he was about to slide himself in, he stops, remembering something important. 

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He muttered against your lips. 

“I’m on birth control.” You announced quickly, trying not to break the connection of your lips with his.

Raising his head to look at you, he asked: “You are?” Trying to disguise his happiness that he could fuck you raw, but failing in the attempt.

“You can't imagine how many men would love to impregnate the rich girl.”

He clicked his tongue. “Good point.” 

He took his dick in his hand to position himself at your entrance and slowly slid into you. Inch by inch. You closed your eyes to the feeling of your cunt being stretched by someone his size. 

“You good?” He asks when he’s halfway inside, you nodded in response, letting him know he can continue. 

A loud moan left your mouth when he pushed the rest in one go. Eren sighed with relief when he was completely inside. Finally, after waiting for so long, he was finally getting his wish to be inside you. He prayed that this wasn't just another one of his wet dreams, because he was sure that if he woke up alone in his bed, with no Y/n at his side, he would tear his room apart with rage.

His eyes went down to appreciate the area where you were connected, it looked like you were sucking him into you and didn't want to let him out. He was thankful that he came minutes before in the jacuzzi, because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to last long with how good you felt. 

“Eren? Are you good?” You asked since he seemed to be lost in thought.

His gaze went to your face, appreciating every detail, how your eyes were darkened and your lips swollen thanks to his kisses. Right now you looked like a fucking goddess, and he felt no less being on top of you. You looked so pretty. But his dark desires wanted to see you a mess, to hear you cry and scream, all by him and for him. Fuck, he would destroy you tonight.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking what to do with you.” 

Eren began to move his hips, initially at a slow pace to get you used to his size, closing his eyes to enjoy how your walls embraced him. You threw your neck back and he took the opportunity to kiss it. It looked like you were making love. But that was not what you wanted to do, at least not now. So he began to accelerate his pace to an almost bestial one causing the headboard to start bumping against the wall. 

The driver leaned on his forearms on the sides of your head to push himself harder and deeper; pressing his forehead to yours while your nails were digging into his back, leaving obvious marks, but he didn't care, on the contrary, he would be proud to see his back full of scratches in the morning, since it was you who made them. 

He loved having you in that missionary position, he could cum like this, but he waited for so long and now he had a few hours with you, he wanted to do so much more. So he pulled out and grabbed you by the waist to turn you around roughly, positioning you with your chest against the mattress and your ass up and ready for him to worship. He liked—no, sorry, that came out wrong—loved rough sex. And you were no different.

Eren caresses with both hands your ass cheeks before spitting between them. Honestly, he only did it for the pleasure of seeing his saliva running down your skin and not as extra lubrication since you were already so soaked. Your level of arousal increased when he pressed your head against the sheets with his hand and slid himself back into your hole harder than before, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He says, entertained by the way your butt wiggles with his thrusts. He couldn’t help it when he spanked you with his free hand, leaving a red mark behind. “And this sight—fuck—you’re so hot.” His grip on your head tightened, the sudden tug on your hair causes you to groan with pain and pleasure. 

He does it so well, but just like him, you want more. 

“Be rougher, Eren.” You managed to say in between your gasps. If you could see his face, you would see his eyes sparkle with your request.

Eren spanked you again, this time harder than before, then pulled your hair until your back collided with his chest, making you whine at the rough treatment. “You want me to be rougher, princess?” He cradled his chin on your neck with his mouth brushing your ear, the words like summer air against your skin. 

“Who would say that daddy’s perfect girl is a masochist. Little. Thing.” He punctuated every word with his thrusts. You swore the air would leave your body at any moment. “You sure you can take it?” You nodded, clasping your knees with your hands. “Use your words. You have such a beautiful voice to not use it.”

It would be a lot easier for you to talk if Eren didn't keep pushing his cock inside you. But okay y/n, you have to make an effort, so you inhaled as much air as you could before saying: “I can.”

“That's a good girl. Now, you'd better give me a save word, ‘cause I won’t be easy on you." 

Did you die and go to heaven? This was exactly what you had imagined with him. Before experiencing it yourself you thought that everything that was going through your mind was an idealization, that maybe everything would be weirder or vanilla; but as always, Eren had exceeded expectations. On the track and in bed. 

“I don’t kn—fuck—red.” You said, not really giving it much thought, and he laughed at you struggling to speak. 

“Red it is.” 

His free hand cupped your neck putting the right pressure, and the other one starts rubbing circles on your clit; you slipped your arm behind his neck, taking his hair in your fist, making him grunt as you pulled on it. 

You wanted to complain when he stopped moving to sit on his heels, he didn’t pull out, now you could feel him hitting deeper inside you since you were practically sitting on him. 

“Fuck yourself.” He commanded. Following his words, you started moving up and down on his cock. “Yeah, like that.”

Watching himself slide in and out of you, while you squeezed him so well, was a paradise for him. Not even the best work of art in the world could make him feel so fascinated in this way, it wouldn't compare in the slightest. You could have him wrapped around your finger, you could ruin him as many times as you wanted, and he would thank you for it. Eren deep down wished you wouldn't find that out, but he didn't know that you felt the same way about him. 

The hand that was circling your clit before went up, brushing the fingertips against your abdomen until it reached your mouth, where you welcomed two of his fingers and began to lick them, tasting your own juices. He tilted his head to get a better look at you, and when your eyes met his face you could appreciate how his lips were slightly open and his eyes attentive to his fingers inside your mouth. Please, someone take a picture. 

“Just how I like it, a good submissive slut who takes whatever is given to her.” He said close to your ear, tightening his grip on your neck, and you can do nothing but moan in response while still swaying your hips. 

The bed was a mess, wet with jacuzzi water and fluids, your bodies were not in a very different state, but the lewdness of the scene only made it better. If someone was recording this, maybe it would pass as a high quality amateur porn video. 

Usually, Eren wasn't very vocal, that’s why he tried to stop the high groans that wanted to come out of his mouth by biting his lip, but it was almost impossible with the way your walls were clenching his precious dick. And let’s be honest, the sounds coming from his mouth sent your ego through the roof. 

Eren withdrew both hands from you to lean backwards, resting on his palms to better admire how you moved over him, helping you a little by pushing his hips up. 

“Damn it.” The green-eyed whispered as he threw his head back in pleasure at the new angle. By reflex, one of his hands went to your waist where he tightened his grip, his nails digging into your flesh leaving crescent marks. 

“You’re such a vixen, you know?” He mumbled before pushing you back against the bed, your face against the pillows and your ass up. “Let me have another taste.”

"Be my guest." You said as you spread your legs a little further apart.

The truth is that Eren was about to cum, but he still wanted to do more and he knew that if he came at that moment he would not be able to get his dick hard once more. He didn't know when he would see you again, so the least he could do was give you an unforgettable night, and leave your body aching for days as a reminder of him. 

He bent down until his face met your pussy again, where he started kissing and sucking just like he did the first time; but now you were quite sensitive, more than before, so you could feel your legs starting to tremble. Which earned you a smack on your right thigh. 

“Stop moving or I won’t let you cum.”

“Eren, I’m—” You tried to defend yourself, but he interrupted you. 

“I know, princess, I know. But you can be still for me, can't you?” You sobbed into your pillow, nor really knowing if you could do it, but you still managed to say «yes». He smirked before returning to his previous task, flicking his tongue skillfully over your sensitive bud. 

Well… you weren't doing a very good job of staying still, much less when you were so close to orgasm. So close that you were about to collapse completely on the bed if Eren's hands weren't holding your thighs. You were about to reach heaven and maybe have an unexplainable orgasm; but in the blink of an eye, the feeling of wanting to explode was cut off. Panting with frustration, you turned your head to see his face decorated with a mischievous grin. 

“What?” You ask in disbelief. 

“What?” He imitated your tone of voice, settling down on his knees. 

“Why did you do that? I was about to—”

“If I remember correctly, I told you to stay still or you wouldn’t cum.” He answered, grabbing your thighs to turn your body sharply, your back meeting the sheets again. “Or I didn’t?”

“But you—” Your words were interrupted by a whine as he grabbed your legs to accommodate them on his shoulders. He practically folded you in half when he leaned his body forward with his palms resting on the sides of your head holding your legs in place. 

“But I, what?” He questioned, rubbing the head of his cock along your labia, coating himself in your wetness. 

Eren didn't wait for your answer before pushing his shaft back into your pussy, who was already starting to miss him. The only thing that could leave your lips was a poor  «Oh my god» when he began to move vigorously, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time he slid in and out. You closed your eyes, trying to process all the pleasure you were experiencing, the familiar feeling in your lower stomach coming back with each thrust. 

He leaned down just enough to place a short, quick kiss on your lips before releasing one of your legs —which you quickly wrapped around his torso—, to freely grasp your jaw with his calloused hand. “Look at me.” He whispered. 

You tried to open your eyes, but closed them again when you felt a thrust stronger than the previous ones. Eren had actually turned you into a mess. 

You felt him remove his hand from your face only to feel it again a second later but in the form of a slight slap on your right cheek, then return to its original position but squeezing harder your poor jaw. 

“I said look at me.” He muttered in a firmer voice.

You forced yourself to open your eyes, a few tears spilling down your skin as you made eye contact with his predatory gaze. 

Eren was good at this, he knew how hard to slap, spank and grab to make the pain pleasurable without crossing the line into violence. Would you be able to find someone like him once again in your life? The chances were slim. 

“That’s it. What beautiful eyes you have.” He remarked, his thrusts never faltering.

His thumb caressed your lower lip gently, then made its way into your mouth, letting out a groan as you began to lick his digit and gave it a slight bite. 

“Open up.” He ordered, you opened your mouth as wide as you could, sticking out your tongue a little as his thumb left your cavity. He collected saliva in his mouth to spit it right into yours. The action so nasty and sexy at the same time. You swallowed it all instantly, and he couldn't have been prouder that you were taking everything so well. “Good girl.” He praised before sitting back on his calves. 

With one hand he held on to the leg that was still over his shoulder to keep pushing his hips, with the other he began to make slow circles over your clit. You threw your head back and dug your nails into his biceps as you were nearing your orgasm again. He noticed how close you were by the way your walls were squeezing his dick. 

“Eren, I’m—” You tried to announce your release, but your words were cut off by a loud moan that left your lips instead. 

“I know—fuck—go on, princess.” He kissed your ankle. “Cum, make a mess like I know you can.”

Eren’s words were the last push you needed to reach your climax. You felt a great relief to finally be able to release everything that he had been building inside your body. But as much as you would’ve loved to ask him to give you a few seconds to recover, he had other plans. At no time did he stop sliding in and out of you, just as his thumb never left your clit, the overstimulation causing your legs start to tremble. 

“Eren, wait. I can’t—” 

“Shut up and fucking take it.” 

Eren was close too, you can tell by the way his thrusts became deeper and sloppier. He also couldn't help the growls that leave his throat when he feels his high just around the corner. His hands gripped your thighs to keep your body from moving back and forth with the force he was using. Sounds of skin colliding, sobs and moans took over the room. And it couldn't have been more perfect. 

He used what little sanity he had left to ask: “Can I—oh god—inside?” His plea wasn't even worded right, but you knew what he meant. 

You managed to say: “Do it.” 

Eren threw his head back as he reached his climax, closing his eyes to enjoy what could be the best orgasm of his life. He kept jerking his hips in a slow pace until he felt that he had completely drained himself, mixing his cum with yours. A warm feeling came over your walls as he did so. After a few seconds, he leaned down to hide his head in your neck, the sounds of his breathing and grunting right in your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

Still inside you, he lifted his head to look down at you. Your eyes were red, your lips were swollen, and he could still see the marks of his fingers on your jaw. He tried to memorize this image in his mind as he was not sure when he would see it again. You tried to do the same, appreciating the layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead and how his hair was a mess but still looked amazing. 

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he pulled out to lie down next to you, but not before kissing your temple and take a quick look of your hole dripping his white seed. 

You stood like that for a few moments, side by side, staring at the ceiling unable to believe what had just happened as you tried to recover. If you weren't worried that your father would arrive at any moment, you would have fallen asleep.

You don't know how long it took before he decided to speak first.

“And… How was it?” You let out a chuckle at his question. 

“I can't feel my legs. How do you think it was?” You replied, lying on your side to get a better look at him, who already had his head turned in your direction. 

“You’re amazing.” He took you with his arm to lay you on top of his chest, your head resting on his pecs while he caressed your back. “It’s almost sad that you’re leaving tomorrow and I don't know when I’ll see you again.”

“Don't ruin the moment.” 

“Sorry, princess.” He giggled. “I really like you.”

“I like you too.” You said. “A lot.”

“How about we take a quick shower and order some food?” He suggested, taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him. The contrast between how he touched you before and how he touches you now almost made you sigh. He kissed your lips before adding: “I want to make the most of my time with you.”

“Give me a rest, Jeager.” You joked, even when you weren't planning to turn down his offer. 

“You’ll have time to rest on the plane.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

You connected your eyes with his emerald ones, smiling as an idea came to your mind. “When you have your summer break, how about traveling somewhere? Just you and me.”

“Maybe we should have done that much earlier.” He mumbled and squeezed your cheeks with his hand, making your mouth form into a pout, which he took advantage of to kiss you again. “Let’s do that.”

“I'll be looking forward to it.” You admitted and Eren smiled, showing his perfect teeth. “Let’s go shower before my dad arrives.” You got out of bed taking his hand to force him to follow you. He rolled his eyes mockingly before taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Relax, princess. We still have Monaco for us.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this. #— one shots #— aot #eren jeager #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren smut #eren jeager x you #eren jaeger fic #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot fanfiction

[with-love-from-hell]

Hi everyone,

So I'm still on Hiatus but I need to ask for help/support since apparently life never ceases to shit all over me when I'm already stressed out.

Tw: blood, animal illness, mentions of animal death

This morning, my partner and I woke up to puddles of blood all over our bedroom. There was a lot- and I mean a lot- as a result of my dog suddenly beginning to bleed from his mouth. After taking him to the emergency vet, we found out he has multiple tooth abscesses that have been caused by an underlying infection in his jaw- which the vet thinks may be linked to some sort of cancer, but right now she can't run any biopsies until the infection is managed.

So far, the vet bill has been $600, but there is more to come. He began bleeding again about an hour ago and I may need to take him back in, plus we are being referred to a dental specialist for surgery. Per what my vet has said, this is going to easily cost a few thousand dollars. I bought pet insurance today after trying to hold off on it until after we move, but they will not cover any claims until February 10th.

My dog is everything to me, and this entire situation has me stressed out beyond belief, and is resulting in draining my pto where I may need to take unpaid leave for my exam because I will be going negative after taking today and tomorrow for this. I don't normally like asking for financial help, but anything that can be offered during this time would be appreciated. I've owned Houser since he was a puppy, and he's been through a lot since then- between previous abuse from my sister's exhusband, having a skin allergy, chronic ear infections, high anxiety, joint issues, and going blind suddenly about a year and a half ago. He's barely 10 years old, and I'm really hoping to have a few good years left with him.

This whole situation has sent me into a spiral- both relating to the potential of him having cancer and financial strain on top of the billion things I have to worry about right now. If I can at least have some of the financial burden taken away, that would mean the world to me. If you can spare anything at all, I would be so grateful. After losing my cat to a cancerous tumor a few months ago, I don't think I can mentally handle having another happen.

Thank you to everyone who is willing and able to help out. This shit fucking sucks, and having any type of support rn would be great.

#obey me! #obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #help #writer help #ko fi support

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

Request: your hcs for how comics Pyro and show Morph get along because I think it would epic (and involve a lot of hilarious Shaw impressions)

I am rubbing my hands together with glee, thank you for this ask! I'm assuming this is a Krakoa-type situation where everyone is just sort of hanging out and technically on the same "team."

I think initially, they would not get along. Pyro would find Morph annoying and obnoxious; Morph, whose only experience as a "bad guy" was under severely traumatic brain-washing, would be put off by Pyro being a gleeful and mostly unrepentant murderer.

Then they get drunk together, and that's really all it would take. Pyro can be very personable and chatty, Morph does hilarious impressions, they bond over whichever mutant they hate the most. I'll say Sebastian, because I think Morph would hate Shaw just as much as Pyro, and because it's what we both want to see.

Shinobi starts paying Morph to perform regular Sebastian impressions, it's good for his mental health. Morph is like, "I kind of feel like a court jester here, but what the hell, you are paying me thousands of dollars and also fuck that guy."

Sebastian would offer to pay Morph to sit in on unimportant Council meetings wearing his shape, but realizes that Morph would be an absolute troll, vote against Sebastian's interests and find ways to humiliate him. He pays Copycat instead.

Pyro asking Morph ALL the questions about shapeshifting that he always wanted to ask Mystique but was too intimidated because Mystique has no patience for that kind of thing. In return, Pyro does cool fire tricks for Morph.

They absolutely do karaoke together. Pyro can sing, Morph can sound like whoever they want to.

They both have zero good decision making skills while drunk (and Pyro's decision making skills aren't great while sober either) so there are some epic shenanigans. I think Morph is slightly more responsible about not committing crimes and will draw the line at hurting people. They would, however, help Pyro rescue abused animals from shitty owners.

Morph also uses shapeshifting to walk right into Shaw's properties as Sebastian and help Pyro steal things. Sebastian is almost impressed, this is more planning and subtlety than Pyro usually displays.

This is reeeeaaally self-indulgent headcanon now, but I can picture Morph and Pyro both talking about gender roles and feeling "trapped" by everything that is expected of masculinity. You've got a nonbinary shape-shifter (who mostly presents in a "masculine" way) and a (gay) male romance novelist who likes to dress fancy, I think they would both be a bit frustrated by all the unspoken social rules about how a man is "supposed" to act. It takes a LOT of alcohol to get them to that point of vulnerability, though, so the conversation is near incoherent. I think they are also both able to have this kind of conversation because they don't have much of a connection besides drinking buddies, so they don't actually care that much what the other person thinks of them.

Morph is kind of envious to realize that Pyro and Avalanche are a couple, like "Why can't my ambiguously homoerotic best buddy also be my boyfriend?"

They might actually bang? I don't know, this might just be me shipping Pyro with every male or "male-presenting" character. But X-Men 97 has heavily implied that Morph has a thing for Wolverine, and is therefore attracted to men. I don't know if they are a one-night stand kind of person, but eh. Let Morph get laid, because we all know Wolverine will never actually sleep with them on the show.

Wolverine is all "Morph, stay away from that guy, he's a sleazebag and a bad influence, and Pyro if you hurt them I will be popping a claw through your skull."

[bump1nthen1ght]

I would love to read a continuation of the accidental call at the hotline! ( if you have time of course)

Here you go anon! Some more Drogo for y'all 👀

It takes you a while to call the hotline number again

A thousand reasons delay it; What if Drogo was just being polite?? What if you ask for them and find out they gave you a fake name for security?? What if you’re one of those people who think service workers are flirting just because they smile at you? OH GOD-

But a bottle of wine and a need for some bitching wipes away those reasons; You’ve got twenty dollars to spare anyway, might as well try

A familiar voice picks up the phone (You thank the gods for that)

“Well hello, not-so-stranger.” They purr

“Heyo.” You draw out your -y sound, trying to sound cool and casual. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Oh we make a note of all numbers that call here, for safety reasons.”

“Makes sense.” Your fingers tap your coffee table, that liquid courage not quite as effective anymore. “So I’d guess I’m not on the ‘Weirdo who just wants to talk’ watchlist.”

“No sweetie.” Drogo chuckles, “If anything I’m hiding you from my coworkers. Some of them would kill for a person who just wants to gossip, don’t want any of them stealing you away.” Their voice lilts, emphasizing each vowel and drawling out there syllables

“Well that’s good to hear,” You swallow a deep breath, practicing the lines you rehearsed, “I was actually wondering if you wanted to meet up, sometime. N-not for anything crazy, just coffee?”

“Oooh, coffee already? I’ve had some people offer to do some crazy things for me, but nothing that extreme.” Drogo ribs, their playful sarcasm easing your nerves just a bit. “Where were you thinking, love?”

“There's this cute new place on Fifth I’ve been meaning to try out, how about there on Saturday?”

“It’s a date, love. Can you tell me who I’ll be looking for?”

“Uh, I’ll be wearing a blue sweater and black jeans, probably with a hot chocolate.” You rub the back of your neck. “And you?”

“Hmmm, I think I’ll keep that a surprise, dearie. Can’t give away all my secrets, now can I?”

“O-oh yeah, of course”

Drogo bids you with a “See you soon~” and an enunciated kiss, leaving you blushing and giggling, like a teenager with their first crush

Saturday comes and you fret over your appearance; You can’t change your outfit because that's how they’ll recognize you, but what about your hair?? Should you wear your nice shoes? What about rings, would wearing some rings be too much???

You end up settling for simplicity, reminding yourself that this isn’t something crazy, it’s just a date, a simple date

You immediately know it’s Drogo when they come in; Their walk just oozes pure confidence, pulling down their burgundy sunglasses to scan over the cafe and revealing glowing yellow eyes

They lock onto you, lips curling into a smirk and giving a playful wave, before tucking their sunglasses into their pants pocket.

Their outfit is technically casual, but somehow they make each piece look designer; Their button up leads open down to their midriff, just exposing a tasteful amount of chest before tucking into their dark purple pants, complementing their bright red skin

You reach to shake their hand, but Drogo is quick to grab your wrist and kiss the back of your hand. You feel your heart thud in your chest.

“Pleasure to finally see you, cutie.” A clawed finger runs across your palm, their eyes drawing the little exposed skin you have

“Y-you too. You look great.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. This is actually that shirt I was telling you about, the one Ramona spilled all the wine on?”

“Oh wow, really? How’d you get that stain out?”

“Oh, let me tell you-”

The conversation settles into that easy pattern again, their intimidating good looks fading to the back of your mind as you two catch up on gossip

Drinks come and go, hours passing as you ask Drogo about themselves, and they ask you in turn.

It’s honestly one of the best dates you’ve been on; The words seem to come naturally, no natural awkwardness clogging up your mind

But surprisingly its the end of the date that seals the deal, when Drogo walks you to your car.

They scoop you in for a hug, resting their head into the crook of your neck.

“May I give you a kiss goodbye?”

You nod, breathless from their soulful, romantic, period drama love interest voice

Their lips sink into yours, the soft touch of their hand on your waist sending shocks up your spine.

When they pull away, just an inch, they whisper “Dinner, next thursday?”

You simply nod, and Drogo gives you a wink.

“See you then, cutie.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #monster romance

[livfastdieyoung69]

Bones, Body, Soul.

(A Jeff Hardy Story. Ch.7)

WWF was great. In the six months Lemmy had been there, they had made so many friends and couldn’t be prouder of the success their boys had on the tag-team side of the roster. Most days they wandered around backstage and waited for cameras to go off, happy to have a match even if it wasn’t aired. But recently, they hadn’t even had dark matches.

Lots of new talent was slowly filling in from WCW who were already classified as great wrestlers with great careers, so they went straight to the top of the roster, immediately making it on the card every time and shoving those who were finally getting a push way to the end of the long line of superstars hoping to get their in. Plus, no matter how much Lemmy tried to fight with the executives, they refused to let them wrestle anyone but the Women’s roster which hardly got pushed on a normal basis let alone with all the WCW stuff.

But it didn’t matter. They were having a great time, and Jeff and Matt were just doing so good- they had already even held the titles! They would seem ungrateful if they said anything about it. Right?

So today, just like any other day Lemmy sat backstage with the Hardys, waiting for the night to be over so they could go to the next city, or the next state, or wherever the hell they were going next and watch their friends perform in front of crowds of thousands, drawing even more to watch from their TV, just so the crowds could file out and the TV’s would turn off, and Lemmy was performing in front of no one, again.

What was the point of signing a year-long contract with a multi-million dollar media company if it refuses to share the millions or the media time?

Jeff breaks them from their hateful thoughts as he laughs at one of Matt's bad jokes. The sound echoed against the almost empty hallway, bar from the trio and E&C. Lemmy looked away from the brick and mortar they had been glaring down at as if the wall was the one that put them in this position. Christian and Adam were laughing too. They were all talking about their upcoming match at SummerSlam, four days before Jeff’s birthday.

“Enough about that, you got anything going on Lemm?” Christian spoke up, probably noticing that they were there again when they stopped death-staring the concrete. Lemmy’s eyebrows shot up at the sudden attention, eyes glancing around the other four.

“Oh! Uhm, no, not really. They might put me in dark matches again next week.” They looked down to the floor as they spoke, almost embarrassed about how little they had come compared to the two tag-teams besides them main eventing SummerSlam.

Jeff nudged their feet with his wrestling boots, shooting a small smile their way. But Lemmy didn’t look up to see him smile. They just stared at his wrestling boots, the shiny white and black of the leather and their sneakers. DC’s. The big, chunky ones meant for skating. Impossible to wrestle in, and Lemmy knew so, once they had forgotten their wrestling boots back in OMEGA’s gymnasium days and had to wrestle with no shoes. But they still retained their championship, and the crowd loved Karma and their ally Willow as much as they usually did. How come Jeff gets to wrestle but I don’t? That's rude! He worked for it just as hard as you did, don’t think like that…right?

“I don’t get why they don’t give you time on the screen, people loved your debut! I’m really sorry, it must suck not wrestling with how much you put into this.” Christian had always been good at comforting people, but it didn’t seem to be working right now. Lemmy only offered him a shrug and a shaking smile, a hand coming up to scratch the underside of their face- another one of their nervous habits Jeff was quick to catch onto.

“Well, y’know, at least I’ll get to wrestle next week.”

“Hey, how come they don’t put you on anyways? You’re a great wrestler.” Adam asked, finally gearing a bigger response from Lemm. Shaking hands moved furiously, picking, itching, anything for a distraction. A watery laugh left them, and they looked Adam in the eyes.

“I’m on the women's roster.”

Nobody had heard from Lemmy all night after their interaction with The Hardyz and E&C. Matt and Jeff searched every corner of the arena, asked every single staff member and superstar, hell even random people just walking around outside, and nothing.

Jeff had never been more worried, but Lemmy had left their bag in the locker room which consoled him a little. Nonetheless, the distraction the Hardyz faced caused them to lose their match, which sure, was frustrating but one of their best friends was missing, they had bigger things to worry about.

“Has anyone seen them?” Matt asked the first staff member he saw the second he walked backstage, eyebrows crinkled with worry and his breath heavy. The man stuttered over his words before quickly giving up and shaking his head at both of the boys who rushed past him and to their locker room, Amy behind them.

“Guys, I think we should just take a minute and breathe. I mean you’ve known them for so long, maybe if you just sat down for a sec you could think of where they might be?” Amy spoke to both of the Hardyz, but her reasoning only seemed to reach Matt, who took a quick breather as his hand moved to his forehead, rubbing back and forth.

“Okay. Okay, where the hell would Lemmy be?” Matt stressed from his place on the wooden locker seat, Jeff throwing himself onto the bench as well. The room filled with silence, Amy with no answer, and Jeff too worried to even think of one. Matt quickly noticed his brother's growing anxiety and spoke up again.

“Jeff.” He only sighed, leg bouncing and hands wringing together as his eyes burned holes into the floor underneath him. “Jeff, buddy, Lemm’s gonna be okay. We’ll be able to find them faster if you’re able to help us.”

Jeff gave his brother no response, and instead his head shot up, his body following shortly as he dove for Lemmy’s duffel bag and quickly started going through that.

“Should..should you really be going through that?” Amy asked, still standing next to the bench. When Jeff didn’t answer, she looked over to Matt and pointed her hand in Jeff's general direction with an exasperated look.

“Oh, it’s fine, half of it’s probably his anyway.” Matt waved off, but his attention quickly returned to his brother stumbling up and towards the door. “Jeff? Jeff!”

The arena was right next to a boardwalk, covered in creaky wood, here and there a patch of new concrete and colorful sidewalk chalk of visiting children’s artwork, almost impossible to see but the moon shined brightly that night. The tides were high and the wind was strong, pushing the waves and the smell of freshwater onto the rickety benches, as old as the dead wood lifting up from under the feet of tourists in the daylight.

But there were no tourists, not this far into the night. Now, it was only Lemmy who sat with the cold metal outline of one of the wooden benches digging into their back, shaking hands holding a small blue book in one and a cigarette in the other. A sigh matching the stature of their hands leaves Lemmy.

Lemmy had found water calming for quite a while. They didn’t have to necessarily be in it, they just liked to appreciate the beauty of it. As a teenager, they had spent most of their days at the “Hardy Compound” as the boys like to call it for some odd reason, and late nights filled with campfires and dirt bikes always ended with someone being tossed in the mud filled pond.

Maybe that’s why Lemmy liked the water, they never did as a kid. They didn’t like much before North Carolina, except wrestling. The heat of their cigarette grew closer to their fingers and drew them from their daydreams. They took another drag before stubbing it out on the bench and placing it next to them, refusing to litter as if they hadn’t just blackened their lungs.

The crowd cheered from inside the arena.

Lemmy sighed, bitter in a way they wish they weren’t. Their neck fell back against the prickly, curved wood and their eyes fell upon the stars before closing with another sigh. The hand that once held the cigarette grabbed the other end of the blue book, more of a journal really, trembling hands flipping scratchy pages in search for a specific page.

Lemmy pushed up from the bench and stalked towards the old pay phone, grabbing cold quarters from their jean pocket, trembling fingers pushing them into the machine with a clank and dialing the numbers in their little journal.

The phone rang for a couple times before rustling was heard on the other end along with a rough, muffled voice mumbling a questioned greeting.

“Uncle Scott?” Lemmy sounded desperate, voice raised in the way it gets before tears start pouring. The man on the other side answered quickly, clearly concerned.

“No, no, I’m okay, I promise.” They paused again, listening to the other end. A quiet, short laughter left them. “The boys are okay too, Uncle Scott. I just, um, I just need your thoughts on some stuff.”

Jeff frantically pushed the arena’s metal door open, quickly being greeted by the cold breeze and the loud clanking of the door locking behind him. Still in his ring gear, the leather on his feet shined bright under the glare of the moon as they led his body to the brink of the boardwalk.

He stared down at the start of the wood and the contrasting concrete under his aching soles before he quickly looked up, scanning the edge of the boardwalk. With nothing but darkness in his view he spun, a silhouette outlined on a park bench now in sight, thighs to chest and chin to knees. The posture gave it away, his Lemm sat cuddled up by themselves with nothing but the blue book that had been missing from their duffel sat next to them.

“Oh, Jesus, Dallas.” Jeff cursed under his breath, already jogging his way over.

“Dallas!”

Lemmy’s head left their knees and whipped towards his voice as it quickly grew closer, rushing to their feet as he lewers in on them. Jeff's hand reaches for the back of their head, roughly pulling them to his body and causing Lemm to stumble back, Jeff moving with them.

“Oh good Lord, you scared the hell straight out of me, Dallas Austin.” His words were shakey as he held them tightly, afraid they would disappear if he even thought of letting go. Lemmy breathed in, enjoying the comfort of the washing waves and Jeff’s embrace and wrapped their arms around him, holding him just as tight as he did to them.

“Please don’t ever do that again. Please.” He whispered into the harsh wind as Lemm shoved their face further into his neck.

“M’sorry. Know I shouldn’ta left like that, just had to-had to get outta there.” Their voice was muffled against his skin, growing tighter as they stuttered through an apology. Jeff loosened his grip, hands moving to gently grasp their upper arms, all of his worry obvious on his face.

‘Is this about whatever that was earlier? You wanna talk about what's goin’ on now?” His voice was gentler than it seemed like it ever could be. Lemmy’s eyelids crinkled shut, head frantically shaking.

“I’m fine, promise. I’ve been upset ‘cause of booking, I just needed a cool down.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, just not all of the truth.

“You sure, Lemm?” Jeff dipped his head down, now at their level as his concern grew at their refusal to look him in the eyes.

“Really, I’m fine, Jeff. It’s just a little upsetting not getting booked and I’ve just been missing home and Uncle Scott so I thought I'd give him a call.” Again, not the truth but also not a lie.

“Alright, I guess.” Jeff finally relented but was obviously still skeptical. He brought them back into a hug with a deep, worried breath. “Y’know, you scared all of us pretty bad. You’re important, Dallas. Don’t forget that.”

Lemmy’s eyes held a glint of something he couldn’t recognize, conflict hidden beneath their resolve.

“I know. I know, I just needed to call Uncle Scott.” Lemmy repeated their alibi but their words were shaky, hinting at the emotion lingering behind. Jeff only hums in response, pulling Lemmy closer as he shivers in the wind.

Noticing his tenseness Lemmy pushed their hands under his shirt- not that it was much, he had run out in his ring gear which had only consisted of one of the mesh shirts that night- and pressed their palms to his lower back. Their attempts to make Jeff warmer clearly didn’t work very well, he only arched away from their unknowingly cold hands and screeched their name.

“Sorry! Sorry, I thought my hands were warm, sorry Jeffro.” Lemmy laughs, genuine happiness for the first time in much longer they would’ve liked to admit. “Maybe we should go back inside before one of us catches a cold.” They muttered into the harsh fabric of the bright yellow flesh covering his shoulder.

Before Jeff could even consider moving inside, the metal door clinkered open. Matt and Amy shuffled out from it in much more comfortable clothes than what Jeff still wore, his shirt making it very easy for the duo to find Jeff and Lemm.

“You guys suck.” Neither could tell if Matt’s exclamation was sarcastic or not.

“We had to ask, like, every single person if they’d seen either of you leave! We even asked Mankind, do you know how weird that guy is?” Amy scolded the two from besides Matt.

“Hey! Mick might be a little…unusual, but he’s real nice!” Lemmy stuck up for their old friend, playfully scolding Amy. Matt and Jeff’s confusion was obvious, eyebrows furrowing.

“How do you know that guy, Lemm?” Jeff asked.

“Oh, uh, my dad wrestled with him for a bit in ECW. I’ve met him a couple times.” Lemmy brushed it off with a shrug.

“They were in ECW at the same time? I thought your dad left to come over to WWF just a couple months before Mick returned back to ECW.” Matt and his all-knowing wrestling knowledge questioned.

“Oh, really? I must have confused him for someone else then.” Lemmy spoke almost frantically with a nervous laughter attached. An awkward silence blanketed over the four as Lemmy looked down to their hands, picking at the already chipping nail polish Jeff had haphazardly painted on so they could be matching. The others stared over at them, still confused.

“Um, anyways, we should probably get heading to the hotel. We brought your guys’ stuff so we wouldn’t have to go back inside.” Amy spoke up, taking their duffel bags off of Matt’s shoulder and held them out. Jeff and Lemmy said their thanks while grabbing their bags. Jeff took Lemm’s from them before they had the chance to put it over their shoulder and held it with his own.

“I can carry my bag, dude.”

“I don’t want you runnin’ off on me again, Lemm. Now come on, I’m tired.” Jeff threw the bags over his shoulder and started walking to their car. Lemmy rolled their eyes from behind him before stumbling to catch up and bumped their shoulders together, sending both of them wobbling in opposite directions. Jeff grabbed their arm closest to him and pulled Lemm back to his side. Matt and Amy watched from behind them as Lemmy cackled while they tripped over their own feet and fell straight into Jeff, his own laughter quickly adding to the mix.

“God, I knew they liked each other but I didn’t know it was this bad!” Amy looked at Matt with an exasperated smile.

“Oh, yeah. You’ll get used to that too. They've been like this since Lemmy got to junior year, I think.”

Finally arriving at the hotel, Jeff and Lemm- who are both very bad drivers, Lemmy out of recklessness and Jeff out of blindness, but especially bad at night- pile out of the back with everyone’s bag while Matt goes to check in with the receptionist and Amy stretched out beside the car.

Jeff stared up at the sky, admiring the stars with Lemmy’s hand carelessly in his, every once in a while pointing out a constellation to them with a tug to their hand. Lemmy stared down at the ground with sleepy eyes, head leaning against Jeff’s shoulder- much more comfortable now against his thin, black sweatshirt than before.

“Matt booked the rooms right?” Amy asked through a yawn, gaining the other two’s attention. Jeff nodded at her, confusion once again finding its way to his face. “He mentioned something about two rooms and I figured that it would be me and you-“ She looked over at Lemmy as she spoke. “That would get roomed together ‘cause y’know, brothers, I guess. But um, Matt and I were talking about- if it’s okay with you guys, of course- we were talking about uhm, rooming together.” Amy explained, a blush covering her face as she spoke.

“Yeah, that’s all good. That’s what we usually do anyway.” Lemmy spoke with a smile, happy Matt had someone so nice and pretty and great interested in him. “Actually, usually we only get one room and we all shove into it with a couple other guys but I guess it’s a special occasion.” Jeff shoved them under his arm as they spoke, the cold reaching him again.

Matt walked back to the car with two keys, quickly giving Jeff one before him and Amy made their way over to their room, Jeff and Lemm doing the same.

Lemmy opened the door and practically fell on one of the beds, Jeff shortly doing the same right on top of them.

“Jeffro, there’s a whole ‘nother bed, you ain’t gotta be on top of me.” Lemmy muffled into the bed under them. Jeff groaned but moved over, leaving the both of them squished on the twin bed meant for one.

“S’too cold for that.” He pouted over at Lemm, who only laughed at his brattyness.

“You’d think all of those North Carolina winters would make you a little more warm blooded. C’mere, quit bein’ a baby.”

“M’not bein’ a baby, it’s cold!” Jeff pouted some more, but did as Lemmy said and moved back on top of them but this time with Lemmy not being suffocated. Jeff searched for their hand under the blankets, fingers locking in between fingers. His hand was as warm as they always were, but Lemmy didn’t say anything about his claims of being cold.

“Night, Jeffro. Love you.”

“Night, Lemm. Love you, too.”

Jeff fell asleep quickly, light snores leaving his lips from his seemingly comfortable spot. Though Jeff slept seamlessly, Lemmy didn't at all. Instead they thought. They thought of their career, and of The Hardyz. Of Amy, and her interest in Matt, and his interest back. Of WWF, and E&C. Of Karma, and Willow. Of every single thing ever. But mostly, they thought of Jeff.

They thought of what would happen when Jeff and Matt’s career continued to soar and they were left behind, far far behind. Maybe Jeff would replace them with someone more…normal. More attractive, cooler. Less complicated. But when Jeff took a deep breath in his sleep and snuggled closer to them, their negative thoughts disappeared. Still, they thought all night, especially about Jeff, but now it was good thoughts.

I know this took me forever but I also have some of chapter eight done and the body of chapter nine figured out. I feel like I’ve definitely grown as a writer since the last time i wrote for bbs but idk might just be feelin stuff. Anyways, ignore the whole mick foley and stone cold not being in ECW together they were but shhhh its for the plottt. Also very tempted to start an mjf series but i have this and a Nikki sixx series already that I’m bad enough at keeping up with so i think I’ll unfortunately stick to one shots for now. Might keep my inbox closed for just a lil bit longer so i can breathe for a sec lol i hate school

So Y’know how sometimes when you write something and it comes out completely diff than what you wanted? That’s kinda what happened for Lemm’s backstory at first, so I did go back and change some things that didn’t really make sense or just things that I wanted to change loll for instance, uncle Scott is now a thing and if you dont wanna go back and reread this shit that’s ok cuz i also wouldn’t want to it shouldn’t be that different. Should i write more about Lemm’s back story? Or just give y’all like a basic run down? Get in my inbox rn and talk to me 😡 idc ab what just talkkkk to meeeeeeeeee

I actually hate the ending but i am tired and over this y’all

#jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x oc #liv writes;*! #bonesbodysoul #bones body soul

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I know that you’re a sonic blog, but I feel like you’re a good person to talk to. I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this subject at home since I’d be the first.

I want to go to college, but I don’t know what to do. I’m a junior in high school. I’m considering going to college and I don’t know the first thing to look for. My family never went so I’d be the first. I don’t know the first thing to look for but I know that I like science and art and English subjects in school.

do you have any advice?

Hello, my dear!❤️✨

Listen, I'm more than happy to answer this question. Don't ever apologize for asking something as serious and life-changing as this. I'm very happy that you trust me enough to have this conversation.

I wan't you to know that it's never too late to start thinking about this. Thoughts concerning about furthering one's education come when they're ready... meaning that you shouldn't feel guilty if you're a junior and you're thinking about it now. You are now ready and fully invested in becoming the best version of you possible!

High School:

First thing's first: let's focus on the high school bit and what you can do now. Depending on the state that you're from, school district, and/or public school you're attending, there's almost always a program that helps students find colleges. When I lived in the State of Florida, my high school called it the "College & Career Program." Each program is different. Some help with finding a school to attend, others help you find certificates and jobs that don't need a degree. A college and career program will help you find scholarships, set up a FAFSA account, and help you build a portfolio. If your school has a college and career program, I highly recommend you reach out to them. These are people that WANT to help you. They WANT you to succeed. Those that work in this program will have a great understanding of what schools are in your state and help create a list.

Community College, College, and Universities... Oh My!:

Let's talk about the differences between attending a community college, a college, and a university.

A community college it typically a two year program that offers an Associate of the Arts (AA), an Associate of Sciences (AS), certificates, and sometimes a Bachelor's in specific programs. These are usually more than half the amount that it would be to attend a college or university. They are less than $10,000 USA dollars when the degree is earned. One can get an AA in English, or Fine Arts, or nursing, or even in Victorian poetry. A community college is roughly the size of a high school population with a teacher ration or 1:14. There is absolutely NO shame in attending a community college. You're still getting a degree and you're still having the college experience.

A college is a bit larger and focuses more on tech and liberal arts courses. One could easily get a certificate, an AA/AS, a Bachelors, and a Minor if you wanted. A college might be a bit picky with their courses and requirements for each degree. If there is a college that you're interested in, I recommend that you reach out to them.

A university is pretty large with thousands of students. When I was working on my Bachelor's, the smallest class size that I had was thirty students and my largest was three hundred and fifty. A university will offer AA/AS, a Bachelors, a Master's, and a PhD. Some universities might offer very, very specialized degrees. For example, the University of Connecticut offers a Bachelor of the Arts in the art of puppetry.

Know that each institution has a general phone number and email that can be used at your disposal. Each institution has advisors that would be more than happy to schedule an appointment with you to talk about their programs. All you have to do is reach out.

Undergrad Programs:

The glorious thing about attending a community college, college, or university are the programs for undergraduate students. Most of these institutions offer something called "TRiO." TRiO is a federal student services program that helps one survive college. (I've put a hyperlink above for you to view). Each TRiO program offers different services. Typically, a TRiO advisor will help you write a resume/cover letter (CV) for career opportunities, help you find tutoring on campus, help you find housing if needed, help you schedule courses, find clubs to attend, help you find scholarships, help you find pell grants (free money from the government that you don't need to pay back), health and wellness counseling, help you prepare for job interviews, find a food pantry, find a work-studies job on campus, and even chat with you to see how your day is going. TRiO is only offered for undergrad students.

It's a fantastic program that I highly recommend you check out. They are there to help YOU succeed.

What Degree Should I Pick?:

I'm going to tell you something very real and shocking. It is OKAY to change your degree and career path if you're not happy. If you're working through your courses and you're not happy with earning a degree in English, know that it's okay to switch it to science. The whole point of college is that you figure out who You are. You are allowed to try courses out and experiment with your identity. I can't tell you what to pick in terms of degree. What I can tell you is that you should definitely try some things out. If you like English, science, and art, then take classes geared towards English, science, and art.

Thinking about this now, you might do well with Humanities. This is my thought, you need to peruse this if it's not of an interest to you.

If you know who and what you want to be, then go for that degree. If you're still figuring that out, then go and explore. You're forced as a kid to to say what you want to be when you grown up, but you're never asked who you want to be. Attending a community college, college, or university can potentially help you become who you want to be.

More importantly, take you're time. If you need to take one class per semester, then do it! If you want to take four or five at a time, then do it. Move at your own comfortable pace. You don't need to graduate with those that are within your age range. What matters is the journey and finishing at your pace.

Please know that you're always welcome to talk to me about this stuff. I'm here. If you have a question, I'll answer it. You can do this! I have full faith in you. I hope that this answers your question.

#mystery anon #off topic #Heh heh heh... I'm being an internet mom

[ceeejus]

Hi so like. This might sound like a very silly question but how did you get your art riso printed? Like, did you order it from a printing shop, or print it yourself? I looked at the prices of these printers out of curiosity and they seem like, surprisingly expensive so it got me thinking that I missed some cheaper offer or smth because I'm seeing more and more mention of riso printing and just. Wonder how anyone other than an office or smth can afford that lmao

hey anon! not silly at all--i love to talk riso and am always happy to share resources! putting this under a readmore because i got very rambly lol

i do print 99% of my risos myself-- i bought a used/refurbished riso EZ220 in 2020 (which is a pretty old model) so it was ~$750 USD for the machine + one color drum (this is a whole separate beast of costs). but you're absolutely correct, risos (especially new/not refurb) can be very expensive-- brand new current model ones i think can be like. the price of a new car, which is crazy. some of that's due to it being a very complicated machine, and some of that might also be due to import costs depending on location. sometimes riso dealers will have sales, especially on refurbished models, so if you are someone who's interested in buying one i would keep an eye out for something like that*. but also buying a riso definitely isn't something i would recommend if you're just starting to get into it-- they require more upkeep than a standard printer, in addition to the price (NOT TO MENTION THE SIZE.. mine is a smaller model and it weighs more than 200lbs. trying to get it into my apartment was a nightmare.)

(*if this is something you or anyone else is interested in i have further tips on this but i dont think thats really the point of this ask so i wont put them here LOL)

HOWEVER! aside from owning your own riso, there's definitely way more accessible/affordable* (*not usually cheap but definitely cheaper than buying a thousand dollar machine) ways to get into riso printing. a lot of risograph small presses will offer print services, where you set up a file and choose colors and they print for you and send them back to you. some places may also provide file setup for an additional fee. this kind of thing is definitely more expensive than ordering a standard print, and often there will be a minimum quantity that you have to order (due to the way the riso works, the more you print the more economical it is to make the print, basically). the 1% of prints i haven't printed myself i got from retroJAM Taiwan as part of a group show/order, but there are a LOT of printshops that offer this! I'm not sure what country you're in, but stencil.wiki has a great atlas here-- i'm not sure all listed here offer this, but worth a look. looking around in tags on instagram or twitter might also get you results of print places that aren't listed here.

another option (depending on location) is to take a class. a lot of colleges or community art centers have risos-- some print shops may also have community risos. classes can definitely be expensive, but often after you take the class sometimes there will be options to buy studio time to continue using the machine. (often you can't do just studio time without class, because risos are expensive and particular and very easy to break haha. obviously this makes the whole endeavor more expensive because you have to pay for class too, but once you're certified at a location you gain a bit of trust lol.) before i had my machine i was lucky enough to take a class at sva and use their print lab, which is beautiful!! and also kind of expensive to buy lab hours for (iirc, this was like 5 years ago) unless you're enrolled which makes sense. for a LONG time after that i printed at the EFA riso room which was a little more affordable (and overall easier to book studio time at. i love them!!!!)-- if covid hadn't happened i would probably still be printing there. most of my knowledge of classes is for the ny area, but again depending on where you are there might be some in your area too-- again stencil.wiki or even just poking around on instagram is how i usually find other print shops whose work i want to check out (so hopefully it'll work for this kind of thing too lol).

this definitely isn't like. an exhaustive list of riso options but hopefully this answers your question!! again i am always happy to talk riso-- i spent a long time wanting to get into it and not being sure how to and am also relatively a riso hobbyist (as opposed to like, a printing press) so always glad to pass on knowledge of how to get into riso Casually, haha.

#asks #again need to stress riso printing isn't cheap on the whole but there's definitely avenues cheaper than like. $12k machine. #which is not an avenue i would personally recommend for an individual!

[gucciwins]

I bought a kindle paper white in January and I love it so much. It’s really gotten me back into reading, and the books are cheaper if you buy them. Maybe 8-12 bucks for what would be 20+ dollars for a physical copy. And if you don’t want to buy the books, you can access them through Libby (from your library) on your kindle. If you have any 🏴‍☠️epub/pdf you can also upload those to your device. i’ve never tried but there are some reddit threads on how to do it.

i bought 16g but 8 is already enough to hold thousands of books. battery is great especially if you have a case that flaps like a book. once the flap is down, the kindle goes into sleep mode (the kindle itself does have a power button that will do this though). i charged my kindle fully, didn’t touch it for two weeks and it was still at 95% when i finally had time to read.

It literally never leaves my hand and it’s the easiest device to pull out on the train or wherever. Sun doesn’t bother my screen at all. I’m so happy I bought one this year. I don’t need any more features then what’s offered on it. You can highlight, type notes, and link your kindle to your goodreads account if you have to rate books and/or keep a log.

Sometimes I do wish it wasn’t just in black and white for when i’m highlighting, but overall i love ittttt. My coworker convinced to get one too!

Sorry for this long response. I get genuinely giddy when I talk about it. I’m up to book 9 in March, which is more than I read in all of 2023 combined!

What sorts of books do you like to read?

babes! this was so helpful. thank you so much 🤍 my coworker and I have talked about it, both big readers and we're just closer to saying yes because we want to decorate it. I love that it connects to

I am very much convinced now haha.

I love me a romance book. it just warms my heart recently trying to get into mystery, oh maybe a series but I'm always happy to hear suggestions 🫶

#kindle talk #nonnie

[animehouse-moe]

Manga Collection Update #2 (End Of) March 2023 - The 1000 Volume Milestone

"Hey, this isn't your collection, this is a haul!" - people reading this. And those people would be correct, I just thought it'd be cool to save this haul here because it's what got me to 1000 volumes in my collection. Yeah, 1000 volumes of manga, LN, and art books. Really insane stuff when you stop and think about it (I beg you do not think about the retail value of 1000 volumes of manga).

Anyways, the point of me making a collection update post about is to sort of ramble aloud about some questions and preconceptions I had about what a 1000 volume collection would be.

Does It Seem Like A Lot?

When I tried to quantify what 1000 volumes would be, even just last year I wouldn't have thought it would be what I have. A thousand of something seems like an incredible amount that you wouldn't be able to visualize easily. Like shelves going on and on forever almost, but it's not. In total, it's only about three of Ikea's full size Billy shelves (due to space constraints I don't have full sized ones for every shelf). But when you think about that, "Only 3 shelves", 1000 volumes seems almost comical. Even more than that, when you think of listing 1000 volumes (or the series that comprise that number), it makes you think that it's a lot, so much that you wouldn't be able to name them. But when I stop and think about it, I'm pretty comfortable that I'd be able to name 90% or even a bit more of the manga in my collection.

I guess at the end of it, it really feels a lot smaller than the number "1000" makes it seem like it would be. It's all stuff I've read (or am reading), and it's all stories that I can remember to a somewhat decent degree. It's a ridiculous accumulation of money, but at the end of the day it's a hobby, I'd find something else to spend the money on.

Does My Collection Meet My Expectations?

A weird question to phrase, but it's all about whether or not my collection is like what I thought it'd look like at 1000 volumes. And I'd say, yes and no. There's things I figured would be here, but at the same time loads of things that end up missing. I would have swore up and down I'd have Love Is War in my collection by now, but I don't! I would have thought I'd have That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime or Overlord in here as well, or even something like Death Note or maybe Naruto. But they're just not here.

In terms of what is in the collection that I'd never have expected: older shojosei. I didn't think I'd ever have something like Wallflower or Kare Kano in there. Not that I'm not a fan of either, but that they're incredibly rare and typically exist outside of what I pursue. But when they're offered at 5 dollars a volume I'm not gonna say no. Further outside of that is stuff like Sayonara Zetsubou-Sensei or all the NGE side stories. Some of these things cost an arm and a leg so they were pipe dreams for me, but stars have aligned for more than a few moments in my time collecting, and allowed me to have a shot at them.

It's hard to say what's in my collection that I would have thought odd, because I don't have any sort of hindsight on that and I think they're all perfectly normal and interesting now. Like Heterogenia Linguistico, a series about a linguist wandering a world full of different types of species with different forms of communication. Or Himouto Umaru-Chan, a peculiar slice of life about the unseen side of the class princess as she nerds out at home with her older brother. There's a lot of things that I probably didn't expect when I was beginning, but now they feel perfectly normal.

What's My Favorite Thing Out Of All 1000 Volumes?

Wow, what a loaded question me! Well, a bit of a boring but also somewhat uncomfortable answer is my Berserk Deluxe Volume 1 (which I'm still yet to continue collecting). I bought it slightly after my birthday, the day that Kentaro Miura died, which coincided with my great-grandmother's death. As many people receive from grandparents, I was given a card with some crisp bills inside, and was told to "spend it on whatever I liked, don't listen to your parents". I was undecided for a few days on just what I should get with it, a full set of Hunter x Hunter that I found used online, or a Berserk Deluxe edition? As it happened, Fate ended up choosing the latter for me. It's also part of why I've been apprehensive/slow about continuing to collect those deluxe editions. Right now it's 1 of 1 in my collection, something that stands out, but if I put it beside a bunch of other volumes that look almost the same I feel like it'd lose the value and sentiment it holds for me.

Where To Next?

I'm someone that always chases goals, I never really revel in my achievements or milestones. When I completed my degree and got it in the mail, I just sorta smiled before tucking it away neatly. There's never been anything that I've basked in. With my collection though, I feel slightly different. I want to show it off a little, I want to excitedly share it with my friends and swap notes and compare collections. It's not that I didn't choose most if not all of what I've done in my life, but this is something else. It's a part of my adult life, something that I'll carry forward with me, rather than it being done. You can only go so far with other aspects, only climb a corporate ladder so high, only go so far with post-secondary education. So maybe more than the elation of reaching so high, it's the excitement at the fact that I have so much more left to go.

#manga collector #manga collection #manga #anime and manga #collection update #pretty face #midnight secretary #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #doughnuts under a crescent moon #the valiant must fall #kare kano #sayonara zetsubou sensei #wallflower #berserk #himouto! umaru chan #heterogenia linguistico