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estrellami-1 · 10 months
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In tradition of giving prompts that are just things happening in my life : steddie buy their first home (as a couple or pre relationship) and struggle with trying to figure out how to do maintenance and home repairs (what the Jesus fuck is the difference between nineteen different types of wood filler? And what are the pros and cons of mesh tape vs paper tape for drywall? If these are questions you’re struggling with baby I’ve been doing the research and I have answers lol) and maybe one of them start to feel a little in over their head and like they don’t know what they’re doing even though they’re trying SO hard to get everything right and comfort ensues 😇💜
(This is for the post about wanting to write but I’m so sorry if this is too long of an idea or something feel free to ignore love you also if it is also past midnight for you go to sleep you can write tomorrow haha) 💜💜💜💜💜
Hello my darling!
(It is after midnight but my sleep schedule has long since been decimated and I will sleep… sometime. Probably after I write this.)
Please keep in mind I’m impatient and want to write this Now and am not willing to do research and also am 24 and still live with my parents and only know about fixer-uppers what I’ve learned from HGTV. Which is to say, not much. But I’ll do my best! ❤️
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“Stevie, my love,” Eddie sings, in the way he does when he’s getting frustrated but doesn’t want to take it out on Steve. “What in the everloving, flying fuck is this?”
Steve laughs as he joins Eddie in the bathroom, then sighs as he sees what Eddie’s pointing out. “That would be an external wall. With no insulation. In goddamned Indiana.” He sighs again. “I’m making a list of things we need. I guess I’ll add fucking insulation to the list.” He runs a hand through his hair, tugs on the ends.
Eddie looks at him sharply. “What’s wrong?”
Steve blinks. “What?”
Eddie smiles softly. Brings a hand up, tugs at a lock of Steve’s hair the way he just had. “You do that when you’re overly stressed.”
Steve stares flatly. “We’re trying to rebuild a house, Eds.”
“Overly stressed, baby. You handle stress like a champ. It’s when all the little things get to be too much that you pull out that little move.”
Steve sighs, lays his forehead on Eddie’s shoulder. Hums when Eddie’s hand immediately connects with his hair in response. “‘S just… all of it. It’s a lot, there’s a lot to do, there’s a lot of little things that need work that I didn’t know would need work. I just feel… inadequate.” He grips at Eddie’s waist, fingertips digging into the top of his jeans. “There’s fuckin’ nineteen different kinds of wood filler and it feels like we need about twenty-six different types. And I don’t know why just one isn’t enough. Or even why we need wood filler in the first place.”
Eddie hums, moves so Steve’s standing on his own. “Hey.” Fingertips touch Steve’s jaw, a silent request to look up. “Dance with me?”
Steve smiles, like somehow, after all these years, Eddie’s ridiculousness is still endearing to him. “In an unfinished bathroom? In an unfinished house? With no music?” He pauses. “Actually, no, the no music makes sense for us.”
Eddie laughs lightly, already swaying in a kind of dance, grabbing Steve’s hands and spinning him around, pressing his back to Eddie’s front. “No better time, no better place, Stevie, my love.” He hums a few bars of a song in Steve’s ear.
Steve gives in, dances with the man he promised his forever. Who promised him a forever right back. “Eds, why are we dancing?”
He can feel the curve of Eddie’s lips on his neck as he smiles and presses a kiss to his spine. “Because it makes you smile.”
Steve melts. “I’ve gotta go to the store.”
“We’ve gotta go to the store. After we’ve danced in our unfinished bathroom, in our unfinished house. Ours, Stevie, my love. It’ll take however long it takes, but this is ours. Just like the ridiculous ragamuffins you adopted all those years ago.”
“You adopted them. They adopted me.”
“And then you adopted them right back, quit with the minutiae when I’m making a point.” A teasing finger pokes Steve’s side. “Just like Robin, and Nance, and Wayne. They’re ours, our family, and they’ll be here as soon as we tell them we need help.”
“I don’t want to need help.” He sighs after a pause. “This is one of those bring-it-up-in-therapy things, isn’t it?”
“Probably so, Stevie, my love.” A slow kiss to his spine. He shivers. “But for now, we’re going to dance. We’ll go to the store. We’ll call at least Nancy, because she scares me and will probably shave our heads in our sleep if she finds out we were struggling and didn’t ask for help. And even through all that, this will be our house. After all that, this will still be our house.”
Steve turns around in Eddie’s arms, silences him with a quick kiss. “Ours, Eddie, my love,” he agrees.
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effervescentdragon · 10 months
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Kiss to shut them up, sebchal pls
i love you so much ❤️
7) ... to shut them up.
"I thought you'd come back for Ferrari," Charles says, because he has to say something, and it's still less stupid than I thought you'd come back for me.
Sebastian doesn't flinch. Charles misses the days when he could get under Seb's skin easily, without even trying. It takes effort nowadays, but Charles knows all the things that are worth something take effort.
"Ferrari didn't want me," he says, and his smile isn't as sharp as Charles expects it to be. "They never even asked."
Charles knows this to be a lie. Lolo told him about the meeting Fred had with Sebastian, and what they offered him if he came back. Charles didn't know how Lolo knew of it, but he wasn't surprised. Lolo knew everything, including how important it was for Charles to know this before he saw Sebastian again, clad in dark blue at Red Bull's hospitality. He remembers how good Seb looked in their racing suits. He looks even better in the personell clothes. Then again, Seb always looks good to Charles.
Seb's left pinky finger twitched when he spoke. There is no ring on his left hand, only the black one on his right thumb. Charles ducks his head.
"Our loss," he says, biting his lip. He wants to add As usual, but that isn't quite true anymore. Nothing in this conversation is quite true, and that's not something Charles is comfortable with, the grey areas of uncertainty. Seb, in comparison, flourishes in grey spaces, and always did.
Seb inclines his head in acquiescence. The elevator stops on Charles' floor. Seb follows him out, and Charles doesn't react as they cross the empty floor to where Charles' room is. He unlocks the door and his hands don't shake as he turns the lights on.
Seb's eyes look even bluer against the dark blue shirt. "I know you can't drink, not with the race so close, but I hope Andrea still hides his special brew in your -"
Seb's voice cuts off as Charles steps into his space and pushes him into the door behind and lowers his lips to Seb's.
Seb kisses like he always does, like he always did. His hand in Charles' hair is steady in a way Charles can feel his puls isn't.
We were always only able to be truthful when naked, Charles thinks, and lets Seb bite at his lips, and swallows all of Seb's moans.
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technicoloryuri · 8 months
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one of my partners was looking through my blog and she said this was "the choir in heaven"
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rayshippouuchiha · 6 months
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Hey Ray!
Sending you a hug and a reminder that you aren't alone. I'm sure that you've had good days and rough days, but we're all out here wishing you the very best ❤️✨️
Hang in there!
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rippersz · 7 months
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*holds my beating heart in my hand*
a present for you :)
Oh you’re too kind darling! Thank you!
*Throws it on the grill*
- Rip x
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impala-dreamer · 18 days
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So tell me, how is it possible to be such an amazing person? Your so friendly, sweet and kind!!!* Just wanted to let you know, someone out there in the world, thinks you're AWESOME 🩷🐞
The short answer is: years of abuse and trauma.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months
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I feel the previous anon…. And I’m so sorry for them, I’m sending all the love<3
Mhmm thank you, dear. Your feelings are valid. So valid. I’m sure they’d happily accept all the love. Hope you’re doing well as well! Please don’t ever hesitate to reach out, sweetheart. Have a lovely day/night!! 💞💞💞
Talk with Me ❤️‍🔥
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saraali-19 · 1 year
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Would you befriend a giant pony?
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Isn't that cute?
I was singing you a song
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zeroinetoheroine · 1 month
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BESTIE I’m sure baby must be here 🥹 how is baby
Heyyy 💗
She is good! Cute, healthy little girl 🥰
I just wish she would sleep during the night 🥲🤣.
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bonojour · 26 days
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Apart from Russel Crowe and Dr. Wilson, I'd say your trademark is beautiful photography (landscapes/cityscapes) and paintings or art in general... Yeah, I think you really... Artistic 👌 also cats 😸
;_; !!! thank you!! gosh, i really should post more of my photography <3
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ask-caine · 29 days
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[I'm sorry we're so far away. I wish I was there to take care of you, especially so right now because you're sick.
I'm proud of you for how hard you've been trying, my sweet fleur de luce. You're doing so good. I want you to know that.
I hope these words reach you, Moon. That you can feel the love infusing each and every one of them. Because there's a lot of it.]
-Mod PDW
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rayshippouuchiha · 11 months
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Hey, Ray, just found out that youre in a rough time right now so Im sending you virtual hugs and if I really was with you hug you long and tight in real life cause I love you a lot, yeah? Hope everything gets better Ray ♥️♥️
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fandomestloser · 4 months
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green green green green green green green
orange (most of the points, not all of them lol)
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
i do not read too much poetry wdym- (okay maybe) - YOU NEED SLEEP NOT ME. and i do not have an ex and i don’t want to.
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rippersz · 6 months
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Your works are like their own art form. Like theyre so insanely good idek how to cope. HOW TF CAN U WRITE POETRY-LIKE LITERATURE ABOUT FILTHY SEX. LIKE THATS TALENT. and pls dont take this the wrong way i love filthy sex but like the way you write is utterly captivating and its just AHHHHH so fucking amazing that i need to take a minute to process. AND IT GOES BEYOND WRITING FILTHY SEX LIKE ANYTHING YOU WRITE IS A GOD-GIVEN GIFT ISTG. and it doesnt even seem like youre making and effort to use all the poetry idk like it flowssss so well together and im sure it takes a lot of skill and thats amazing but you make it seem effortless, anyway im speechless (well maybe not entirely) but ugh your fics are just so good😵‍💫😵‍💫
Oh you’re such a sweet person, Anonymous! Thank you so much ^^
Most of my writing comes quite naturally to me. It just flows out of my heart that way and I use a few connector words to slide it all together. A lot of my internet history consists of: Synonym for [insert word here].
And the filthy sex is just a bonus. - Rip x
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mihrsuri · 1 month
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You remind me of Dove Balitang, observant with a quiet strength and a keen sense of justice.
Oh my gosh I am HONOURED 🥹😍😍
tell me which fictional character I remind you of please
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way-to-go-lad · 6 days
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🧡🌼💛send this to the people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notifs and wish them a good day🧡🌼💛
ALY THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺😭💞💞💞💞
I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST INCREDIBLE DAY EVER!!!
It's a joy to have you here, thank you for being here and sharing your writing with us!
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