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shoujo-wizard · 3 months ago

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@lexirosewrites here's the ask i told you i've been putting too much detail into, i call it Haunting of Harrington House it's more details on the ask i sent quite awhile ago of a/b/o steddie haunted house AU this is very long so it is under the cut

it involves slightly better harrington parents, but they still aren't the best the emotional neglect is very present, it isn't very steddie or buckingham coded yet so i didn't tag it as either these r just broad initial details

O!Steve A!Robin

Steve grew up in a relatively cosmopolitan town in Washington near Seattle. His father and mother were big shot lawyers with little time for him. He was mostly a check on the to-do list for a "picture perfect" marriage, his designation as a male omega wasn't unexpected or shunned as the Harrington family apparently had a long history of male omegas. But they were still much too busy so every school break they'd dump him at his maternal grandparents house a few towns away. When there wasn't a school break he was primarily in the care of a nanny till his 15th birthday when it was deemed he knew how to take care of himself & be safe abt it.

He grew up learning next to nothing about his paternal grandparents aside from what was essential to a family tree project here & there. Steve knew his middle name, Oliver, came from his great-grandfather & tht said great-grandfather was a male omega as well. Richard Harrington never divulged more than the necessary information that Steve needed for school: his grandfather's name was Elijah Harrington, his grandmother's name was Amelia Smith before she married Elijah, his ancestors were some of the first settlers of the area that would grow into Hawkins, that his grandparents lived there their entire lives

Well time passed as it's wont to do, Steve graduated high school & decided to study Library Sciences as a long-term goal. Despite their estranged relationship his parents were supportive of this choice, but his father drew the line at looking at schools in Indiana. Richard told Steve he'd left Indiana & specifically Hawkins for a reason. He never told his son what tht reason was.

Steve thrived in college, getting a Bachelor in Information Science eventually getting into a Masters program that would earn him a Masters in Library Science thus allowing him to begin working as a librarian. In his Masters program he met A!Robin & they instantly bonded after a disaster of a Socratic seminar where they ended up on the same side of a heated debate abt the legacy of the Library of Congress. When Steve graduates his parents r nowhere to be found even tho they'd promised & even shared w him their travel plans tht would get them there on time. So he goes thru the motions of celebration till he gets a call from an unknown number. It's the police, his parents had been involved in a serious car accident after swerving to avoid a drunk driver. They'd both been pronounced dead at the scene. His parents were dead.

The next two weeks r filled with meetings with his parents lawyer, finding appropriate coffins, alerting business partners & friends alike to the deaths, & then getting acquainted with their will. The will stated that if Steve was 20+ upon their death their house would go up for sale. They'd left certain things to business partners, certain things to friends, and the rest was Steve's to do w as he pleased. he sells much of it, keeps some of it. Among what was left to Steve is the deed & blueprints & keys to a house in Hawkins Indiana.

Well, he'd always been curious & there was no more childhood home waiting for him so he gets Robin to agree to come with him to the town he'd never been to before. They get in his car & go on a road trip. They arrive in Hawkins days later & stop at a diner they happen to find on Google maps before making the final trek to the mystery Harrington house.

They come upon a historic mansion from the Gilded Age. It's unmistakably in need of work. The windows r dark & the key gets stuck before working. The electricity buzzes & blinks before coming on reliably. There's furniture covered in white sheets in nearly every room. The kitchen hadn't been updated since the 1950s. The drawing room has covered paintings, covered furniture, a large fireplace clearly meant to impress, & nearly empty bookcases built into one wall. There is no television but an antique radio as well as a 70s record player in the sitting room. There's a second fireplace in the sitting room tht is just as gorgeous but clearly meant for the personal use of the family. There's an entire personal library past the sitting room & the platonic pair r apprehensive of the state of the books on the shelves. The library is two stories with a spiral staircase leading up. Another staircase directly opposite the foyer leads up to the second floor of the mansion. The blueprints show a total of five bedrooms & three bathrooms on the second floor with the third bathroom being an ensuite to the master bedroom. There's a staircase w a door at the top leading to the attic/servants quarters. They test the faucets in the kitchen & after some noise & undeniably stale water it works. The fridge clearly needs to b replaced & the oven & stove top r dubious at best. They find the master bedroom has a gorgeous antique nesting frame tht Robin thinks might date to the 1910s. Neither wants to chance the old mattress so they roll out their sleeping bags next to eachother & settle as comfortably as they can on the hardwood floor.

That night Steve dreams.

He stands in the garden behind the mansion. The lights r all on, & he can see shadows moving within as if a party is taking place. He's in the pajamas he wore to sleep & his feet r getting cold. But every effort he makes to get to the house makes him sink into the dirt. Just as his head is abt to b submerged beneath the soil he wakes up.

They eventually end up committing to using Steve’s inheritance to restoring/renovating the mansion. The dreams do not stop. In fact when he begins sleeping in the master bedroom alone the dreams get worse. More vivid and more confusing.

It all hits the fan not long after Steve has his first heat in the mansion. He comes out of his heat a little worse for wear bc he kept dreaming in between waves of horniness & moments of care from Robin. The dreams were not the pleasant wet dreams he’d always had during his heats. He could not remember any of them, but he always awoke with a rabbiting heartbeat searching the room for eyes he knew wouldn’t be there.

So he’s a little anxious but has to get over it quickly because they had carpenters coming in to reinforce various areas tht needed the help tht week, the electricity and wiring was already renovated and up to code. Context: they’d been working with local companies through this entire process, and the workers always smelled a little nervous whenever they were around. Neither of them asked because they got the feeling they wouldn’t get a straight answer. So these workers come in to do their job. The last area they needed to work on is the attic/servants quarters. These are big people, strong people, most of them alphas, but they all stood at the bottom of the stairs to the attic psyching each other up to go up there. Eventually they go up, begin working, all is quiet for half an hour, then suddenly every single one of the workers in the attic are charging down the stairs and stampeding out of the mansion.

i haven't exactly finished this thought but im now cooking up an entire fic

#shoujo says #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #platonic stobin #alpha robin buckley #stranger things

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secretsantaswitch · 17 days ago

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secret santa switch 2024 applications !!

hey everyone!! here’s the application form for the gift exchange that i apparently still haven’t decided on a name for? whatever. we all know what i mean.

applications are due NOVEMBER 13TH. i mean i won’t stop you if you turn it in a little late BUT names will be sent out november 15th so at Least have it in by then. please. i know that’s soon but the form is Really short and we’re kind of crunching time bc it’s already november lmao

the discord link is in the application but if that doesn’t work, here it is also: https://discord.gg/wxwh4Gfx

#dropout #dropout tv #dropout.tv #play it by ear #secret santa switch 2024 #rules n info

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fswintersdelight · 2 months ago

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Edit: We do NOT accept AI-generated art, writing, or other creative craft.

Winter's Delight: A Four Swords Calendar

Hi and welcome to Winter's Delight 2024: A Four Swords Calendar!

If you have participated before, welcome back, and if this is your first time here, welcome to a month of fan creation.

Winter’s Delight is an event organised by fans for fans. This is the third year in a row this event runs. Last year we experimented with zine and daily prompts, but it didn’t create the sense of joy, delight, and community we were looking for – so this year we’re returning to our roots in art+writing reveals.

Winter's Delight 2024: A Four Swords Calendar runs from the 1st to the 31st of December. In the months leading up to it, we invite artists and writers to prepare pieces of fanart, fanfics, or similar to be posted on Tumblr (and, if the participants choose so, to our Ao3 collection) throughout December.

Each year we have two themes. To represent the name of the event, one theme will always be WINTER. The other has been determined through submissions from fans and voting. This year, the other theme is LIGHT IN THE DARK. Any piece you create for the event must contain at least one of these two themes.

The event has a total of 31 available spaces for artists and writers. Spaces are made available on a first-come basis. To sign up, please fill in and submit the Google Form below.

Once the sign-up form closes, you will be assigned a number of days across the month of December. (The exact number will be indicated by yourself when you fill out the form.) You will be expected to create an individual piece of art or writing for each of your assigned days, and to post these pieces on the assigned days. When you post, please tag us ( @fswintersdelight ) so we can reblog your piece and help fans find it!

Please see the full extent of our guidelines below.

This year we will also trial a private Discord server for ease of communication. As this event is in the form of reveals, we ask that participants don’t share their completed piece(s) until their assigned day(s). You may, however, share little sneak-peeks (screenshots/photos of sections of an artwork or a few lines of text).

General Guidelines

One OR both of the themes has to be apparent in the art or writing. The themes for 2024 are: WINTER and LIGHT IN THE DARK.

The art or writing must include character(s) and/or setting(s) from either the Four Swords games or the Four Swords manga.

We do NOT accept mature or explicit content.

We welcome all ships and AUs.

All written pieces should be in the range of 500–8,000 words.*

Art can include short comics, crafts, or other creative expressions.

Music or videos are permitted, provided they are no longer than 5 minutes.

*If your piece is an illustrated recipe or similar, the text itself may be shorter than 500 words. We do, however, ask that pieces of this type be clearly related to themes and characters/setting, either via an attached short story or illustrations.

To share your piece on your assigned day, please do the following:

STEP 1

Create a Tumblr post on your own account, featuring your piece. (If it’s a fanfic, piece of music, or a video, a link to the piece is sufficient.)

STEP 2

Tag us (@fswintersdelight) so we can reblog your piece!

STEP 3

Use this year’s tags: #fswintersdelight2024 OR #fswd24

STEP 4 (optional)

If you would also like to post your piece to Ao3, please consider adding it to the appropriate Winter’s Delight subcollection. The subcollection will be made available from the 30th of November.

Deadlines and Important Dates

12th of September: Sign-up form opens.

25th of October: Sign-up form closes.

1st of November: Final assignments and Discord invites sent out.

22nd of November: Check-in for anyone assigned days between 1st and 15th of December.

29th of November: Check-in for anyone assigned days between 16th and 31st of December.

1st of December: FSWD24 officially opens.

31st of December: FSWD24 officially closes.

Thank you for spreading the word!

With your help we can make this December a kind, loving, welcoming, and vibrantly joyful month.

I look forward to seeing everyone's fantastic artworks, and to read all the fanfics you share for the event.

Hugs, spice, and all things bright,

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staticespace · 1 month ago

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL LESBIAN DAY to you my friend!!!

My name is B. A closeted lesbian who's looking to come out to her family this month. In my almost two years of existence on this blog, I've read different “coming out stories” which has been a whole motivation to me- I hereby set a day in mind, to come out to my family. However things took a turn as my mom who i thought would be free of her ovarian cancer by said date developed a kidney problem just after ovarian cancer- she means the whole world to me and her acceptance is what I yearn for with my coming out. She has always said we should allow her die and has been unmotivated about life until her birthday few weeks ago (sept 11) where a whole lot of people on this app sent their good wishes, drawings, and words of encouragement to her. We turned everything sent into a blanket for her and she's been wrapping herself with the love she received- she wants to live again and fight for the sake of strangers who believed in her(so she said). The medical personnel admits it is the best time to have her surgery (Ureteral Stent Placement surgery) because she has the right mood and mindset. Unfortunately for us, we are 500$ away from getting her surgery, it’s almost a month after her birthday and her fighting spirit is dying- I also can't come out to a dying mother- I need her to be fine before my coming out date(20th Oct). We've created a crowdfunding link for her but we've only raised 160$ of 500$. On this OUR special day, Would you please help not only my mom but my coming out plan by donating whatever you can spare for my mom's surgery? No matter how small, This would go a longer way than you think- please click the link below to support I and my family:

buymeacoffee.com/Plantlover

You can also find more information about her Ovaria cancer/ infected kidney on my pinned post. Thank you for sticking with us through thick and thin.

...Honestly, I don't really trust you. The more I think about it, the less I trust you.

🚩International Lesbian Day is October 8th, not the 9th. I received this ask today, October 9th.

🚩I'm not a lesbian, nor have I ever referred to myself as one, but you're quite insistent that I help on, and I quote, "On this OUR special day," which...no. It's not my special day. It's the wrong day and I'm not a lesbian.

🟨The broken English is a little suspicious in this particular situation, considering we know nothing about you except that you're apparently a closeted lesbian and your mother's dying of cancer.

🚩I don't know any real information about you because, despite what you've claimed, you haven't provided any actual, solid evidence that you and your family are facing the things you say you are.

🚩For example of the point above, I feel it would be fairly easy for you to take a picture of a medical bill and censor important identifying details. But you haven't even done that.

🟨According to your archive, you've had your blog since May 2023. Of the 23 posts you made that month, 18 of them were on May 11th, and the remaining 5 were made on the 12th, after which you didn't post anything for 6 months.

After that, you posted 18 times in January 2024, but only on January 11th and January 15th. Then you stopped posting again for several months until May 2024, where you first start posting about your mother's cancer.

So, really, I'm not sure how long you've been on here and can only assume you started up around May 2023. Not a red flag, but a yellow one to me.

🚩🚩🚩Instead of using GoFundMe, which has donation protections, you use Buymeacoffee, which, if it works anything like Kofi, the money then goes to PayPal, which does not have donation protections. There's no donation protection for anyone attempting to give to you for your mother's cancer treatment.

Like, this isn't you asking for money to pay for groceries or something. You're asking for thousands on something that requires immediate attention.

That's not something I'd PayPal about, personally.

🚩In the initial posts you made, you don't put a maximum amount you need. You should already know how much your mother's cancer treatment and cervix removal would cost, even if you only requested an estimate. But you leave the posts open-ended for a long while.

🚩I find it strange that the issues you have with English in the ask you sent me are completely absent from your first posts. Are there different writers for these blog posts?

🚩Looking at your Buymeacoffee, you're currently asking for $500 and have apparently gained $225. Right now, each "plant" a person gives you is worth $5.

Now, Buymeacoffee lets you see how many people have donated and how much, in "coffee," or "plants" in this case, they gave you. However, this information on the page only goes back for the last 90 days.

90 days from today, Wednesday, October 9th, was Thursday, July 11, 2024.

Since this page has been active, according to your blog post, since at least May 3rd, 2024, the count below does not include all donations given to you.

I wasted some time looking back through all the donations and counting up the plants:

1, 10 3, 1, 5, 1, 1, 20, 5, 2, 3, 1, 5, 5, 5, 2, 5, 5, 1, 12, 10, 5, 1, 3, 1, 1, 3, 30, 3, 2, 2, 5, 3, 1, 5, 2, 1, 2, 10, 3, 6, 2, 5, 5, 3, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 1, 3, 2, 1, 3, 10, 15, 5, 5, 3, 1, 5, 1, 15, 5, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 10, 1, 15, 1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 1, 1, 3, 20, 5, 1, 3, 5, 2, 1, 3, 3, 2, 3, 3, 5, 5, 2, 100, 3, 1, 1, 5, 2, 5, 1, 5, 15, 15, 3, 3, 5, 1, 5, 5, 3, 3, 1, 3, 10, 3, 3, 5, 1, 4, 1, 3, 1, 5, 3, 4, 5, 10, 10, 3.

You have been given 136 donations on this page since July 11th, 2024 The sum of all the "plants" given is 667.

667 * 5 = 3335

You have been given at least $3,335 within the last 90 days.

That's not counting the $45 you said your sister got before her account was closed, nor the fact the minimum giving amount was initially $10 before you decreased it to $5, nor the fact the count only accounts for "plants" given between May 3rd and July 10th.

Why does Buymeacoffee only show that you've gotten $225 out of $500? That's likely because, if it functions like Kofi, you can refresh your goals and set new ones despite previous giving.

Is the list of people I saw for the entirety of the current goal in the last 90 days? Do you have other accounts you're receiving donations to with various stories? When does Buymeacoffee count different goal sets?

That's difficult to ascertain, which is why it's not an optimal space for giving someone donations for medical procedures.

First, people gave you money for a cervix removal, then they gave you money to help for kidney treatment, which you instead put toward "a blanket for her" to give your mother "hope," and now you're asking for more money for the kidney situation again.

Why Aren't You Using GoFundMe?

Why Are You Making It Difficult To Trace Information Outside Of What You Say?

...I don't trust you. I really don't.

I have even more red flags (like how you ignored someone's explicit request to not receive any donation asks), but I think I've given enough of them. I won't waste more of my time looking into this.

I cannot guarantee that this is a scam, but I don't recommend anyone else donate to you unless you start providing hard evidence of the things you say you're doing:

⭕Provide photos of medical bills you've paid for using the funds given to you.

⭕Provide photos of your mother's medical estimates.

⭕Send a photo of the blanket, and/or a picture of your mother under the blanket, and/or a photo of the blanket with a piece of paper with your Tumblr name written on it along with a receipt for the blanket/materials to make the blanket. If you photograph your mother, you can censor her face if you so choose.

⭕Leave Buymeacoffee and set up a GoFundMe, which will allow people to more easily monitor what you've been given and where it's going. It will also provide donation protections for the people giving to you.

If anyone else has ideas of reasonable ways for someone to prove their request is legitimate, feel free to add them in the replies or as a reblog.

#scam likely #cancer #donation #fundraiser #bee-the-b

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 8 months ago

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03/14/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Erroll Shand; Taika; David Jenkins; Save OFMD Crew Theory Thursday; #GLAADforOFMD with AdoptOurCrew; HBO Nonsense; Uproar; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Erroll Shand =

In case you needed yet another reason to love Erroll, he was so sweet about all the birthday wishes and he sent a video in response on Instagram.

On top of that, he responds to literally every message he gets with comments and emojis. Just, really sweet of him to do that.

= Taika Waititi =

Apparently doing a lot of product placement lately!

And a "cool video" which can be seen on @fuckyeahworldoftaika

== David Jenkins ==

Chaos Dad poked his head out for a moment to re-tweet @adoptourcrew's #GLAADforOFMD

== Save OFMD Crew #TheoryThursday ==

Wanna throw some theories in? Reach out on any of the @saveofmdcrewmates socials! Instagram

== #GLAADforOFMD ==

In honor of the GLAAD Awards show going on today, our friends at @adoptourcrew were doing a campaign across twitter and IG to find out what you were #GLAADforOFMD for. If you're interested in sending them some notes: Instagram

== HBO Nonsense ==

Reminder: You can Still sign the petition to #FireDavidZaslav, which is still trending at least 3 days in a row now.

== Uproar ==

Our captain's next movie comes out tomorrow in the use Mar 15! It has come to our attention that it's hard to actually get in and see the movie because it's only available in select cities.

The #RhysDarbyFaction has put together a doc on where to find tickets, and if you can't find them, how to help get Uproar in theatres near you with engaging with various theatres.

Also, the easiest thing you can due to help is like and share posts by Blue Fox Entertainment!:

Like and Share Posts by Blue Fox Entertainment Regarding Uproar on the Various Social medias:

Blue Fox Ent Twitter

Blue Fox Ent Instagram

Blue Fox Ent TikTok

Blue Fox Ent Facebook

Blue Fox Ent Youtube

Pic Src: Blue Fox Entertainment's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

= Wrecked =

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

= Mar 15: Lube As A Crew =

Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)

Mar 17: Pirate Radio/The Boat That Rocked Watch Party!

Sunday the 17th of March at 7:30pm GMT / 3:30 pm EST / 1:30 pm CST Hosted & Graphics by @Tillychmo

Watch Party Hashtags:

PirateRadio

AdoptOurCrew

SaveOFMD

OurFlagMeansWatchAlong

== Calendar Reminder ==

Tomorrow is #OurFlagRTL! Join @OurFlagRTL on Twitter for Our Flag Means Death 1 x 10 and a Season 2 binge to celebrate the German release!

#OurFlagRTL - 9:30am PST / 12:30pm EST / 4:30pm GMT

== Articles ==

Our Friends at Tv Insider wrote a very awesome quote regarding the cancellation of OFMD while talking about Rhys Darby and his appearance in the new Night Court series.

"Night Court marks Darby’s first TV appearance since Our Flag Means Death ended in October 2023 and was criminally canceled in January. While we’re still grieving that loss, it’s great to see Darby in another romantic and comedic role so soon." https://www.tvinsider.com/1126692/night-court-rhys-darby-dave-foley-duke/

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a reasonably good day. I was a bit out of sorts and if I was weird to anyone I'm really sorry, wasn't anything directed at you. Reminded me very much how we need to be able to forgive ourselves, and even though we can preach one way, actually doing it can be really difficult sometimes, especially in the moment. I'm pretty worn out tonight, so I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's wise words, please always keep on keepin' on. The world wouldn't be the same without you. Love you crew.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I realize they are different interviews, but they embody the same thing :)

Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @livwifeofkarl

Daily Darby Courtesy of @izzy-hands

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd #our flag means death #rhys darby #taika waititi #GLAAD #be a billboard #adopt our crew #save ofmd #save ofmd crewmates #erroll shand #david jenkins #uproar

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quinloki · 5 months ago

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Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Cracker Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Government Mandated Marriage AU Prompt: Bath/Shower/Hot Spring Gift Giver: @seafoamnautilus

Summary: You've been matched with one of the more prominent members of the Big Mom's Big Sweets international candy corporation, and... you're not really sure how. No sense in worrying about it however, time to enjoy the vacation Mama sent you on!

Content Notes: open air bath, oral sex, fluffy

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You sat nervously in the hot springs, waiting for your soon-to-be husband to come join you.

The vacation had been decided by his mother. A way for the two of you to get to know one another without anyone else getting in the way. It was, perhaps, a bit much, you thought, but the sentiment was appreciated.

Several years ago the new world government had instituted a mandatory marriage system, to combat declining birthrates and failing population counts. People were getting married less and having fewer children, and so here you were - effectively nobody important, matched to one of the sons of one of the wealthiest CEOs in the entire world.

Big Mom’s Big Sweets were a world-wide business, and there were rumors that she’d had most of her children in order to ensure that they were able to keep the business in the family regardless of how successful it became.

Cracker might have been the 15th child born of 80 or so, but he was fairly high up in the company, and almost as well-known as his sister Smoothie and the current assumed heir apparent, Katakuri. He was more comfortable in front of a camera than his siblings and that’s how you’d known a bit about him even before the MatchBook had arrived at your home.

It still seemed like some sort of error. You weren’t anyone in particular. No notable heritage, and your family was only wealthy in the middling sense. You had a decent education and a stable life, but almost all of Linlin’s children were married to other heavy hitters.

There were rumors that she was controlling the match making process to some extent to force it to work out that way.

You sigh. Maybe you were here right now as a means of dissuading those rumors.

It’d been three weeks and she hadn’t demanded a Rematch, and neither had Cracker. He seemed genuinely happy with the arrangement, and you weren’t uncomfortable around him. His family and his wealth were intimidating, but he was, as you had quickly learned, surprisingly sweet.

He’d gone out of his way to help you feel comfortable, and even now he had let you get ready for the springs on your own, the moment you’d hesitated about it.

You heard the paper door slide open, and Cracker stood there with his hair down, a towel wrapped around his waist. You’d seen him with his hair down before now, but not while also practically naked. He was well-built, lithe, but solid, and the long locks cascaded down over his shoulders so neatly.

“How is it?” He questions, coming over to join you.

“Very warm, but not uncomfortably hot.” You reply, an easy smile on your face. You hope you can blame the hot springs if your face starts to turn red.

He’s… unfairly hot like this.

“Good,” he steps into the spring, coming close enough to talk comfortably with you, but staying far enough away to avoid making you uncomfortable. “Sorry about Mama,” he says with a sigh, draping his arms over the rocks and shifting as the water relaxes him. “She can be wildly stubborn about stuff like this, it’s best to just make the most of it.”

“Oh, no, it’s… it’s fine.” You assure him. Your smile’s a little nervous as he looks over at you, but you shake your head. “I haven’t been on vacation in years, I was overdue, and this is… it is nice.”

Cracker smiles, the expression putting a twinkle in his eyes. “All the better then.” He leans back, looking up at the stars, and letting himself melt in the hot water.

There’s idle chatter between the two of you. He complains about his mother a little, and promises he won’t let her hold you to any weird standards or stresses. He asks about what kind of wedding you want, so that he can push back on details with her in your place, and eventually a staffer arrives and provides you both with something to drink and snacks.

“Chilled sake and sushi.” Cracker’s brows furrow. “Booze and hot springs don’t mix. They should’ve brought us iced tea - ah.” He waves a card between his fingers and you move closer to him to take it. It’s a card from Mama, explaining that the extras are part of the gift.

“We can have it when we get out then.” You say putting the card back on the tray. Your gaze shifts from the tray to Cracker.

Wet. Naked. Close.

The steam’s made his skin shiny, and his hair’s sticking to his frame, and the sweet smell of the sake.

You reach out without really thinking, and brush his hair aside, finger drawing a line along his collarbone. His skin shifts as he swallows and you look up at him. Your heart beats faster in your chest, but you shift and move a little closer, letting your other fingers press against his chest until the palm of your hand is flat against his skin.

“Sorry,” you say softly, even though you don’t back away.

A smile tugs at his lips. “S’alright.”

“You’re… very handsome… like this.” You admit, gaze shifting down to his lips. Your tongue slips over your own and you can hear the water ruffle as he tenses.

“I… the scar…” He mutters.

You wouldn’t have guessed that it bothered him, considering how self-assured and in control he always seemed to be. Especially in front of the camera.

“Is it wrong, to say that it makes you more handsome?” You question, your gaze shifting from his lips back up to his eyes.

“… Not at all.” He lets his arms come down into the water, and you could feel his fingers press against the towel as he rested his hands on your waist.

“I want to do more than kiss you.” You admit, feeling heat flush your body for the first time despite all the time you’d been sitting in the springs.

“I think that’s what the booze was for.” Cracker grins, still guiding you closer.

“Then, we’d be doing what your mother wanted.” You point out.

“That we would,” he sighs, the smile growing wider, hands firm against your waist.

“… Just this once then?” You question, lips moving closer to his.

“Just this once.” He agrees, tilting his head as you lean down and kiss him.

You let your body rest against his as he explores your mouth slowly. Lips pressing heavy against you, tongue slipping over them, just barely putting on pressure, wanting access to something more, but not pushing you for it.

When your lips part sweetly for him he tugs on the towel wrapped around you, and you pull the cloth ties holding it closed, leaving him to pull it free and throw it over the tray of food and booze neither of you care about right now.

Hands against your back steady you as he leans into the kisses, as he leans into you. Hungry lips move away from yours tracing along your jaw, trailing down the curve of your face to the turn of your neck. He moves you both deeper into the springs, away from the doors and any more possible interruptions. Lifting you up on the far edge of the rocky pool, you gasp at the cool air against your wet skin.

“Cold!” You shiver as he spreads your legs, still in the deep warm water himself.

“You won’t be.” He promises, one hand bracing you and leaning you back as he licks against the insides of your thighs, shifting your shivering gasps into a trembling quiver of a different kind.

He wastes little time, plunging his mouth into your pussy, and devouring you. Wet and hungry his tongue flicks against your clit, before lapping at your labia as his thumb rolls against your clit sending jolts and warmth through you. You’re cold still, but not nearly as bothered by it as your body begins to warm from the pleasure he’s giving you.

Your fingers weave into his wet hair and he hums against your body. The deep vibration makes your body curl and you sigh pleasure into the air.

His hands move over your body, teasing your breasts, warming your back. You aren’t sure which he’s more desperate for, the sweet slick of your cunt, or the soft feel of your skin. But the firm touch becomes drier and warmer as he continues, and after a few long, delicious minutes, you no longer feel cold.

All your shivering is from the pleasure building between your thighs. Every sweet sound that drips from your lips spurs him on. You’re sure his jaw has to be getting tired, but just as you’re ready to ask he pushes his tongue deep inside your pussy.

Putting your hands over your mouth, you throw your head back and nearly scream as his tongue fucks into you. He has enough of a grip on you that you can’t squirm away as the pleasure builds, his breath hot against your slick.

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against his face as he slides you off the edge and back into the water. A harried squeak of surprise turns into a deep, satisfied, moan as your eyes roll back in pleasure. The warmth of the water making the orgasm stain your muscles and skin instead of making your body tense and shiver as he carries you through it from beneath the water.

Hazy and panting for air, a little loopy from the deep orgasm relaxing you, you smile at Cracker as he comes back up for hair. There’s a big, satisfied grin on his face as he leans in and kisses you.

“All the best sweets are even better wet.”

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #charlotte cracker #I think this is my first cracker fic?#maybe my second

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nicromancytarot · 6 months ago

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MY FAVOURITE MANIFESTATION EXPERIENCE

Hello and welcome to more rants and random facts with Nicromancy, I am your host and today we will be discussing how I manifested my cat!

So let me bring you back to 2022, I had been telling my friends that I entended to get a cat for months - like literally months, and I’m sure they were all losing faith in me with how bloody long it was taking.

I decided to be good for the world and rescue a cutsie little creature from a rescue centre, so I apply for FIVE DIFFERENT CATS.

I get denied for all. Apparently I live too near to a road (DOESNT EVERYONE???)

So I take a break from trying to get a cat, I have my prom, I attend my last day at school, all the normal things of that year. Until early June comes and I search “cats for sale near me” I didn’t wanna go too far brother, I wasn’t going to try and convince my mother to take me to the other side of the country so I could have a fluffy friend to cuddle with.

Alas! I find a guy selling four cats only twenty minutes from me. So I look at the cats, and I see this gorgeous tabby, stunning little thing with blue eyes, fitting perfectly the name that I had previously chosen for her, 🫧Toast🫧. And so she was my token to freedom (didn’t know she was a she at the time, just knew she was the one)

So I send a message and I am allowed to meet the cats the next week.

TWO DAYS BEFORE I MEET THE CATS and I have a dream about the other girl, a cute little tuxedo cat, with the most beautiful splotches of black. I hadn’t thought of this cat prior, she was never on my mind, I even sent her to my friend to see if she was interested since she was looking for a cat.

However I woke up that morning and I knew what I had to do. I had to meet that cat.

So the next day we set off on a trek along the natures birth and meet my new cat, we get lost for the first 20 minutes, knock on a random door, and then finally get to see the cats. And we had all four cats to pick out of since we were the first offers 😈😈

We enter the house and I immediately see my precious tuxedo, however she was picked up and decided to run to the other side of the room to play in the shoes.

Now I am awkward, born and raised that way, I’ll tell ya. So I didn’t grab that cat, no no, I sat with the tabby girl and I chose her after she meowed in my face for picking her up.

Now I was sad, happy I had my sweet baby, but sad at the missed opportunity.

Timeskip to the last two weeks before I pick up my first-born child, I get a message from the man.

Hello, just making sure you’re still available to pick up the cat on the 15th

Of course! I am so excited!!

Wonderful, just wanted to check as the other people who were supposed to come and pick up a cat haven’t responded, so the black and white girl is still available if you’d like her

It was as if the heavens had gifted me with a second chance at life, they had said I made a mistake and let me rewind to my past and fix my dues.

Now I knew I couldn’t convince my mother to pay for both the cats, not with the deposit and price of the first, this was a thing for me, she was not all so excited to have a little couch muncher.

So I asked for the price… AND HE KNOCKED IT DOWN, LADS!!!

So I was able to have them both!

And since that day, we have all been connected at the toes.

I present to you, my Toast and Moony

I hope this serves to you all that no manifestation is too big, if it is meant for you, it will happen! KEEP MANIFESTING SO YOU CAN LIVE THE LIFE YOU DESIRE!!!!!!!

#tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #free tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a pile #manifesting #manifesation #manifest #spirituality #cats #rant post

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its-alex-drawing · 4 months ago

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@olnfweek2024 : Day 3 (Crossover/Memories) (plus my first fanfic!)

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Crossover: Avis participating in the Italian Formula 4 Championship!

It might be embarrassing, but I don't really play anything outside of sim racing and other racing games (and OLNF, apparently)—mostly because those were the only ones I bothered to spend money on!

Still, I wanted to incorporate stuff I truly enjoyed into my art. And that's how we ended up with this—along with this fanfic I wrote! It's actually my first time (creatively) writing, so I know it's not the best—though, I still hope that it's not an affront to literature. Anyways, here it is!

----Racing in Rome----

The light azure of the Roman sky was effectively unbroken by clouds, the sunlight absorbing into the black asphalt of the Vallelunga Circuit. This May Saturday, the modest comune of Campagnano di Roma was made into a particularly festive fever. And no more permeating was the competitive spirit than the team pits: tyre warmers being unwrapped, steering wheels fitted to their columns and Abarth engines buzzing to life.

And in those sitting in their Tatuus chassis, a yellow and green helmet familiarized herself with the form-fitted interior. "And—there, in the striped helmet, is Avis Whistler, the newest driver on the grid, hailing from Milan," a commentator noted. "Though, I believe she karted both in Italy and the United States." added another.

Avis sighed. Qualifying left her disappointed—16th out of 24. It would take a tremendous drive to get herself into the points. She steeled her nerves, flipped down her visor and sped out into the crowded pitlane.

The pit exit light flashing green, the pole-sitter's tyres screeched as the chassis bolted forward. Avis was equally impatient when she trailed 15th.

Even on the formation lap, it was apparent to anyone that Avis's driving style—even if it occasionally sent her kart careenering with a tyre torn to shreds—was aggressive, hounding for the brink between over steering and spinning the vehicle out completely. She pushed her Abarth not one rev below its limit on the straights, braked hard and scrubbed her tyres whenever she could—the numerous hairpins were great opportunities to do so. She'd need all the temperature she could get, after all.

It was only passing Roma that Avis slowed herself, aligning the Tatuus with the grid box. Now, the entire grid—all 24 cars—lay still, four cylinders growling in anticipation. Avis's gloved hands tightened around her wheel as her eyes stared ballista bolts at the overhead lights. Her foot subconsciously put revs on the engine.

Suddenly, a red circle pierced the noon sunlight.

Then two, exactly one second after.

Then three.

And four.

Five.

Then there were none.

And away Avis went—tearing across asphalt lanes with a passion unmatched.

----Fin(?)----

It's really short and the ending's a total cliffhanger, but I think I wanna define Avis's character a bit more before I go overboard with the story-writing!

Still, it was mighty fun! I think I'll keep doing it.

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Memories (Bonus): The Trio Out for Lunch!

This was just a fun idea I had in my head when I heard the second prompt—not sure if they'd find this experience the most sentimental in their lives, but I think it's with a thousand more of these momentary polaroids that they really take on meaning.

#qiu lin #tamarack baumann #our life now and forever #our life #olnf #artists on tumblr #olnf week #olnf week 2024 #olnf oc #my oc #fanfic

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 9 months ago

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hi. alot is happening. bumming off wifi rn. i'm copy/pasting someone from a doc i started in libra office with no internet.

A LOT IS HAPPENING BEHIND THE SCENES AND I’M KEEPING TRACK.

The landlady has made excuses to not give us back the security deposit. She keeps having Dave’s boss call him in a foul mood will all kind of threats and accusations of things we supposedly broke/ruined.

1.) On our first night out of there she has already threatened to call the cops on us by claiming that we filled the house with perfume before we left so it’ll hurt her. What happened was we cleaned it because she demanded that it was clean like it supposedly was when we moved in(it wasn’t clean when we moved in). We used that Meyers shit, which has a pretty muted scent and is supposed to be safe for the environment. And it was just basic sweeping, dusting, and then doing up the ktichen and bathroom just to be safe.

2.) Today she has claimed that we filled the washing machine with motor oil to ruin it as punishment before we left. She swears the whole house smells of oil, after screaming about it smelling like too much perfume that was supposedly used to hurt her breathing. Mind you, mom is an asthmatic so we can’t use things with strong scents because it will fuck her up. If we bought oil, it would be for the van cuz that shit is expensive and we wouldn’t be wasting it on HER of all people.

By now, Dave’s boss is aware that she cannot legally withold the deposit and that she’s trying to use the fact that Dave is a dumbass, against him. Mom however, knows the laws, and the lease said nothing about not using scented cleaners OR perfumes, and she does not have a legit reason to not give us the $1600 back. If she took it to court it would not hold. She has to make an itemized list of her claims, Dave has to acknowledge whether or not they are true, and then it goes to court.

fyi I took videos of everything in the house. Bethy’s Room, Mom’s Room, Bathroom, Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen. All items that were hers, such as the Oven, Fridge, Washer, Dryer, Toilet, Sinks,Tub/Shower, random Recycle Bin, and Wall Hangings. Inside and Out. All details were recorded before we left. I even recorded us leaving at exactly 11:23 PM Feb 15th 2024, and recorded turning the light off.

Let’s see if she comes up with something else tomorrow. ~5:22 PM Feb, 17th 2024

3.)

Feb, 21st 2024:

I’ve just been informed by Bethy that Dave has gone on to further embarrass us. He insists that he’s got all these racing friends(and tbf they promised to help fund a big event to raise money for us 2 years ago, and then ghosted him AND Bethy when they asked what they had to do to help) who will help and has been harassing them for money.

One of them, an active dirt racer, posted a screenshot with Dave’s full name in a text convo begging for cash. And then half a dozen other dirt racers, active and retired, shared that he’s been hitting them up for money too. How he was in people’s posts about random shit beggn for money and then how he got swindled under his own comment by someone mocking him and posting the same thing he did with a small wording change about leaving an abusive house and Dave not only fell for it but then said he’d try to help them.

And now the greater dirt racing community is aware of this and are mocking him and us and some are making inquiries about Bethy’s well-being in connection to Dave. And their wives are having things to say about how he’s a bad parent and she should be taken away from him.

And I need to remind everyone that this is to pay off a blackmailer who is demanding $300 a week now. Bethy got a bit more info out of him on that and it apparently involves a photo. And there are only 2 types of photos that can get him in legal trouble(since he believes he CAN go to jail over this). So either he sent an unsolicited dick pic, which won’t receive much punishment cuz he’s a man who LOOKS white enough. OR it’s child p0rn, and he’s never given that vibe out of everything fucked up with him so I’m not exactly sure.

But he walks around demanding to know ‘did anyone give us money yet’ and people have donated to the GFM and Mealtrain, and I’ve earned about $100 on Ko-Fi recently, and we haven’t told him cuz he won’t use it for anything good.

He’s been bumming extra money off his boss despite knowing that the van need fixing, we need hot water and heat, and several other problems that need fixing ASAP. And his boss is asking questions and is getting nastier and nastier cuz he doesn’t trust Dave’s intentions and shitty lying.

There is no lease. The owner of this house knows Dave's boss and they supposedly came to an agreement that so long as Dave fixes up this house, we can stay here in the mean time for free. They supposedly made an agreement that Dave's boss will buy everything we need to fix the house up and then send all the receipts to the friend who will then pay him back.

And now Dave's boss is getting so fed up with Dave and his wishy-washy behavior and begging for all this money all the time that he does not earn, that he is now saying he never made any such promises. And he refuses to contact the owner of this house at all. There is no recording. No contract. No signatures. No proof that such a discussion went down at all. It is Dave’s word(unreliable) against the boss’(the one with money and power here) word.

Dave has no way to contact the owner either. Cuz he didn’t think that was necessary apparently. He was perfectly fine making his boss the go-between until his boss got angry.

So our ability to even stay here is hanging in the balance.

Can’t wait to see what other bad news I’m gonna find out.

#poverty

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taylor-on-your-dash · 10 months ago

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SO, WHO IS THE SONG MINE ABOUT?

A couple of years ago I read this comment on r/Taylor Swift about Taylor dating a non famous guy who attended Belmont University.

I started college in Nashville in 2010, and the semester before I started, it was well known that Taylor was seeing a guy who lived on campus. It never made headlines because he wasn’t a celebrity like her other relationships. I have seen lots of random explanations for “Mine,” but many students at the university always assumed it was about this guy because the timeline fit.

At the time, I didn't think much of it. I thought that it could've been possible but still, the theory of Mine being about Cory Monteith made more sense to me.

While I was writing the Speak Now Timeline, one of the most important interviews was the Billboard one:

"Mine" was a turning point in the album’s development. It wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce. Swift presented "Mine" to Borchetta in his office, just a few doors down the hall from the leather couch in the lobby. "We probably played that song four or five times," Borchetta recalls. "I’m jumping around playing air guitar, she’s singing the song back to me, and it was just one of those crazy, fun, Taylor teen-age moments." And then it got serious. "I said, ‘Keep going,’ " Borchetta says. "She kind of looked at me like, ‘You’re challenging me.’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You’ve found true north here. Keep going.’ " It was some time in the period after that challenge — between February and June — that Swift wrote “Innocent,” her response to the Kanye West incident.

That settled it then, no? Mine was written in late February, after Taylor had returned from Tokyo.

My certainties crumbled a few weeks ago, when @1989worldtour sent me an interview where Taylor says that she wrote Mine on the road, specifically in Texas.

Back To December was written in New York City, The Story Of Us was in Nashville, I wrote Mine somewhere on the road, I think in Texas, actually. (X)

Taylor was in Texas on March 10th (in Austin), March 11th (Dallas), and March 12th (Corpus Christi) for the Fearless Tour. At first, this didn't make any sense to me: Taylor had said that she wrote Mine in February! Then again, she often misremembers dates. I had shelved this date in my mind until I randomly found this comment on r/Fauxmoi while I was researching Starlight and the Kennedy craze Taylor went through.

She dated a guy from Belmont I think because a family friend went there and was friends with him and was there the night they met! “By the water” in Mine is apparently about Mozarts - a coffee shop in Austin on the water where they went on a date. I have no way to verify this because it didn’t happen to me but the family friend had pics with Taylor and stuff because of this guy she was friends with who dated Taylor. This might be the only piece of celeb gossip I’ve ever known haha.

Reply: This is true! He's now married with kids and not at all famous.

The return of the Belmont guy! We have two other sources claiming that she dated a non-famous person who attended Belmont. The mention of Texas cemented the fact that there might be a kernel of truth in this theory. At this point, I took this rumor seriously and chose to investigate further. the next question was, if Belmont is in Nashville and the Mozart bar is in Texas, didn't the guy miss a lot of classes? The answer is... no. If you look at the Belmont Academic Calendar, guess when Spring Break was? From March 8th to March 15th! So even if the guy was in college, he didn't miss any classes. There's was plenty of time for him to fly to Texas, attend the show, going on a date at the Mozart bar and then fly back to Nashville.

There's another problem though: according to the Billboard interview, Taylor brought Mine to Scott Borchetta in late February. We don't actually have a direct quote from Taylor or Borchetta saying that it was February. It could be Taylor or Scott misremembering, It could be the journalist inferring (it has happened before, for example on this Rolling Stone article from 2009, where the author said that Love Story and White Horse were for the same person, for some weird reason). After all, late February and early March aren't that far away. Nathan Chapman, the producer of the song, said that they worked on Mine on and off for 4 months. They finished it on July 21st, so March 10th still tracks.

Now, let's look at the actual bar. on the left, we have a screenshot from the Music Video, while on the right, a picture of the Mozart Bar. they look very similar to me, but I admit that I've never been to the USA, so maybe coffee shops all look the same?

Fun fact: The Mozart bar confirmed that she has been there in May 2013, after the Red Tour show.

Conclusions: Honestly, I believe those people on Reddit, but I realise that the sources are very unstable. What makes me believe it though, is the obscure mention of Mine being written in Texas, and the person on Reddit revealing that they had a date at a bar that casually is by the water. It fits perfectly. I don't have any more to say for now, but it's possible that I'll write a post of how Mine is one of the first post John Mayer song and how that relationship affected the themes of her songwriting.

P.S.: I would advise not contacting these people on Reddit. it's obvious that they're friends with him/know him and they wouldn't say anything to help identifying him. plus, it's not our place to gather information about a person that wants anonymity. it's not cool to doxx random people.

#also sorry if this post is a mess #i put it off for like a month because the amout of information was a lot and my brain defaulted to italian #taylor swift #mine #speak now #speak now taylor's version #writing of speak now timeline

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deeptrashwitch · 13 days ago

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OC Interview

Alright! I saw Taro did this here and she did it after seeing this post from @kaitaiga about their OC's being intervewed! And why not, it sounded fun, so let's do it!! (Also it's a interesting challenge, since I rarely write in second person in some parts)

November 2024

You arrive to the medium sized base near Fort Cavazos with a bit or nervousness, you've heard about it before. When you were told about this interview, one of your collegues told you what she knew about that place. Apparently this was her sister's place, and she was meant to be the one to make the interview, but she was sent to another site instead.

In silence you shook your head, for some reason it didn't surprise you coming from Camila Marchant. Anyway, you went to the door where someone was already waiting for you despite the movement behind her. She introduced herself only as Wraith, and simply guided you through the yard.

To your surprise, a plane was open and people were pouring out of it. All of them covered in dust and just now taking off their helmet. And one by one nodded towards Wraith before going to one of the buildings.

At least until the only woman came down and looked at Wraith, shaking her head softly. She was in her gear, with half her face covered by a mask and she simply took off her helmet before speaking.

"You brought her in the worst moment possible, Wraith." She said, amused while walking towards you.

"You said you'd do the interview no matter what, didn't you?" Wraith joked. "And anyway, this is about the 75th Regiment, Alicia, it was necessary."

You didn't understand why they mentioned the Rangers Regiment, but you decided to stay quiet. Instead you noticed how she nodded with a sigh.

Then she laughed and then looked at you. "I'm sorry for Wraith, she's like that. Is it okay for you do it now? Well, despite me being covered in dust."

You looked at her, surprised for a second, and then nodded. "Y-yes! There's no problem, ma'am!"

"Great, then let's go walk for a while."

Then you started to walk with her in a calm silence, until you took out you notebook to start the interview. You glanced at her and sighed relieved when she nodded.

Basis

Name

"Alicia Marchant. Captain of the Marine Corps and the leader of my team, the guys you saw earlier in the plane. And I'm the only Marine in my family."

Are you single?

"No, I'm not. I'm a relationship with my boyfriend, Alejandro, and we are pretty much serious."

Birthplace

"I was born in Arlington, Texas. So nothing really weird about that, actually we're kinda near my hometown."

Hair color?

"Black, it comes from both sides of the family. My siblings are also black-haired."

Eye color?

"Brown, like everyone in my mom's side of the family. Honestly? Only my sister has blue eyes, and we always say that fate had pity of my dad and let one of us look a bit like him." She joked, chuckling with a little smile.

Birthday?

"October 15th, right now I'm 37. But damn, I feel like I'm 50, my whole body cracks as if I was made of wood or somethin', y'know?"

Gender

She looked at you and smiled a bit with her eyebrow raised. "Female. I've always been a female."

Mood

"Hungry." She admited, making you chuckle. "No, seriously, I'm hungry. So after this, I'll go get something to eat."

Are you happy?

"At the moment? I don't think so, I'm too tired to be sure. But in my general life? That's a good question, to be honest. I'd say...yeah, somehow I'm happy, mostly because after so many crap that has happened to me, I think I'm grateful and happy to be alive." She said with a soft hum while you both walked next to the walls.

Are you angry?

She laughed, a cold laugh that sent a shiver down your spine. "Trust me, you'd know if I was angry right now. Unfortunately that's one of the emotions I can't control completely. There's only a person I'm truly angry with, and it won't be nice."

Summer/Winter?

"Hmmm, winter, I think. I like winter more than summer to be honest."

Morning/Afternoon?

"Morning, despite I'm usually sleepy, I prefer do most thing in the morning. And, at least inside the base, I like the environment we have in the morning with my team."

Eight things about your life

Are you in love?

"Absolutely yes."

Who ended your last relationship?

She coughed and looked away for a second. "...That's a spiky topic, um, but, it was my ex. The reason? Well, mostly because of our ideals, but we had a WHOLE lot of other problems between she and I. So, let's leave it there."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"Yes, during high school. It was during the time I was denying my romantic preferences, so it was also messy as hell."

Are you afraid of commitment?

"No, I'm not. Actually, after I started my relationship, again, with my boyfriend, we've been thinking about marriage. Even before we were thnking about marriage. And also, even if we didn't, I'd still be commited to the realtionship."

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

"Nope, neither this week."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

"So far I'm aware, no. But considerng I was really easy to distract during my teenage years and I had my identity crisis, probably there was one that I don't know. I'd have to ask my siblings."

Six Choices

Love or lust?

"Love, no doubt."

Iced tea or lemonade?

"Lemonade. I never liked iced tea for some reason."

Cats or dogs?

"Both. I simply like animals in general, except snakes, those are the only ones I can't tolerate. We have both here, they're the favorites of this place." She said with a chuckle.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"Also both. I like to have a big group of friends to pass the time, but to be honest I just have three or four people that are my best friends. They're the ones that know almost everything about me."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"Night in. We're usually too tired with Alejo to think and go out, so we simply get some food and we watch a movie or even make cooking our date."

Day or night?

"Day, always day. I have...a problem with the darkness, so I prefer the day."

Four have you evers

Been caught sneaking out?

"Nope, that was my cousin. I was quite calm as a child and I didn't want to do it when I was in basic. So no, never."

Fell up/down stairs?

"...Yes, and no one in my family has let that one die. I fell down a set of stairs while I ran trying to win over a piece of fruit, and the worst part was that I didn't get the damn fruit."

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Being a Lancero. I was doubtful at first, but once I got into the course I simply said to myself: I'm not leaving without the damn badge. And it was horribly painful to win that, but I managed to get it, and it made everything worth it."

Wanted to dissapear?

Then she stopped for a second, looking down at the floor before sigh and keep walking. And she spoke serious and sharply. "Not gonna deny it, I've wanted to dissapear more than once. And that's all I'll say about it."

Four preferences

Smile or Eyes?

"Both, definitely both. I always looked at the eyes and the smile when I had boyfriends or girlfriends, it's something I love personally."

Shorter or taller?

"I don't mind, honestly."

Intelligence or attraction?

"Ehhh, both too, I have to admit. A bit of intelligence so we can speak really nice and attraction because, well, I like some things." She joked, humming.

Hook up or relationship?

"Relationship, I'm not much of the hook up part, I'm not comfortable with it."

Family

Do you and your family get along?

"Absolutely! My siblings and I have a great relationship, and also my cousins are really close with us despite the distance. And don't make me start with the relationships with my uncles, my aunt, my grandparents and us! Get along it's leaving it short." She said with a laugh.

Would you say you have a ‘messed up’ life?

"Nah, I had a normal life, just the usual problems of trouble kids with my cousins, but they were mostly our doing because we were bored."

Have you ever run away from home?

"Hell no, honestly, before enlisting I had no idea what to do even if I ended locked out of home. Say less if I ran away, I would've been so screwed just starting."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"Also no, my parents never kicked us out and I thank them for that."

Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"No...? Why would I hate them if they're my friends?" She says with a laugh.

Have you considered all your friends’ good friends?

"I mean, yeah, I've been lucky they are good friends despite how screwed we are up here, y'know?" She commented, pointing to her head with a shrug.

Who is your best friend?

"Ohhh, do I have to choose just one? Because Alejo is one, but there's also Rudy, and there's also Luke and Kanoa and Tiala (@islandtarochips oc's). So I don't know who to choose, being completely honest with you."

Who knows everything about you?

"Alejandro, my boyfriend, he knows basically everything about me."

Like that, the interview finished and you look at the woman, who just raises an eyebrow. Once you inform her that she just nodded calmly, and started to guide you to the front gate of the base.

"Did we finish? That was surprisingly quick." She said with a soft hum. "I have to admit it was interesting."

"Eh, yes, we already finished the questions I had for you. Thank you so much, Captain." You said with nervousness.

"You're welcome, thanks for coming all the way here. I'm sorry I couldn't do this in my office or anything."

You shook your head. Then, to your surprise, she took off the mask and let you see the rest of her face. As she smiled, you tried not to stare at the huge scars nad instead tried to keep looking at her eyes. In the end, you just looked away before they arrived to the main gate.

Alicia just nodded towards her while Wraith came back, this time reading something on a tablet. In silence, she gave it to Alicia, who just read it before getting serious for a second and then smiled calmly at you.

"Excuse me, work calls." She said before walking away, leaving you with Wraith.

Wraith just hummed softly and looked at you. "Seems like you had a good talk with her, huh?"

"Um, y-yeah, it was an interesting talk. Thank you for letting me come for the interview, Ms. Wraith."

After that, you were guided outside of the base to get your car and go back to edit the column. However, right before you walked out the gate, you noticed something on a bag. It was a patch, blue with a broken sword and a lighting bolt.

You didn't say anything, but it called your attention since you knew other patch when reading a bit about that team. In silence and with a soft frown, you shook your head and simply went to your car. It was better not to ask about it, you had a feeling that something about then should remain hidden.

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everybody loves a coffeeshop au pt. 3

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [read on ao3]

October 11th

"I have returned with spoils!" Eddie announced, carefully pulling the door of the tattoo parlor open as he balanced six drinks in his arms, using his chin to keep them from moving around too much. He was immediately rushed by the receptionist, Barb, who held the door open and took the top drink carrier from him to lighten the load. "Thanks, B."

"No problem," she smiled.

"One of those is yours," Eddie nodded as they set all the drinks on the front desk.

"The one with the teabag in it?"

"Oh, I would imagine," Eddie grabbed the large latte and moved it over to the other drink carrier to run everyone else their drinks.

"Ed-man! Thanks bro, sorry to make you do the caffeine run again," Argyle, his boss, yelled as Eddie made his rounds.

"Hey, it's no problem. I gotta do something while I'm here," Eddie dispersed the drinks to everyone, giving Argyle his weird fancy latte thing first.

He'd been officially working with the Three of Cups crew for all of nine and a half hours and he'd already done the coffee run twice. He was newer than their other apprentice, whom he had apparently relieved of this particular duty.

Yesterday it was whatever, he expected to be doing menial work before he actually got to learn or practice anything. Today was… different.

"Hey, Barb, question," Eddie said, sliding back up to the front desk and pulling his hot chocolate out of the carrier.

"Hm?" Barb hummed, sipping her drink.

"The baristas at the Waystation. You know any of them?"

"Not personally. Why?" Eddie leaned against the desk and sipped his hot chocolate. It tasted better yesterday. "Eddie, you're blushing."

"Hm? Am I?" Eddie felt his cheeks with the back of his hand. Sure enough, his face was very warm. Barb laughed.

"Is there a cute barista over there or something?" she giggled.

"Yeah… Or something." This time Eddie could feel his face flush.

"What's her name?"

"His name, um… Oh my god, I don't know. I didn't catch it."

"Well," Barb said, laughing hard. "I'm sure they'll send you back out tomorrow."

Eddie looked forward to the caffeine run every single day after that.

October 15th

"His name is Steve," Eddie said as Barb held the door open for him.

"Steve, huh? That's a pretty boring name for the alleged single prettiest man you've ever seen," Barb said, putting air quotes around the last part.

"God, he's so hot, B." They had started developing a regular dance with the coffee order, Eddie going around delivering drinks to their owners and coming back up to the desk to gossip with Barb for a minute. This time, she was on the phone when he got back up to the front.

"Yep, you are all confirmed. Ah huh. Yup, no problem. Mhm, bye." She hung up the phone and turned to Eddie, pushing her glasses up. "Okay, I'll bite. Describe him."

"I'll do you one better," Eddie smiled, digging his phone out of his pocket. He fiddled with it for a minute and passed it to her.

"Eddie,” she scolded, taking his phone. “You snuck a pic- oh my god."

"Right?"

"No. Oh my god. Eddie, do you know his last name?"

"Are you kidding? I barely know his first name."

"Fair. But I'm pretty sure this is Nancy's high school ex."

"You're fucking joking. No way."

"I promise you I would not lie about this. Hang on. Send me this picture, I'll ask her."

Eddie hadn't met Nancy yet, but he'd heard about her. She was Argyle's boyfriend's other partner, and she and Argyle were "the very best of bros" according to him. Barb was Nancy's… Something. Eddie wasn't sure, given the situation, if they were romantically involved or just long-time best friends, and he didn't feel like he was in a position to ask. Either way, it was this game of relationship telephone that had Barb working as the receptionist at Argyle's tattoo parlor.

He did as she asked and sent her the picture of Steve. It was a nice picture, Eddie had to admit. He wasn't a photographer by any means, but it was a clear side profile of Steve prepping espresso shots. It was probably the nicest picture he'd ever taken of anyone.

Barb, still staring at her phone, started tapping the desk to get his attention.

"I knew it! She says yes, that's Steve and yes, he's bisexual so go ahead and shoot your shot."

Eddie almost choked on his hot chocolate.

"Woah, B, I think you might both be jumping the gun there," he said, clearing his throat. Barb set her phone down and looked at him incredulously.

"Please, Eddie, you practically had hearts in your eyes when you came in."

"I- I did not," Eddie stuttered, face growing warmer with every passing second. Barb was just staring at him, one eyebrow cocked.

"Okay, Eddie, sure."

November 18th

"I literally have no idea what's happening." Eddie had done the coffee run basically every day for a month and every signal he got from Steve was contradictory to the last.

"Do tell," Barb asked. Nancy was standing behind the desk with her today, just visiting. Eddie had met both her and Jonathan a few times by this point, and god he was glad she was there today.

"I don't get it. He is always the one taking our order. And I keep thinking I catch him looking at me, but he never says anything! And I think he might be dating one of his coworkers? They're like, weirdly friendly with each other. But then he smiles at me like… I dunno. And sometimes he'll grab the door for me if they aren't busy… Nance. Level with me. What the fuck is he doing?"

"Well," Nancy laughed. "I'm pretty sure he isn't dating anybody right now, but I haven't actually talked to him myself in years so I could be wrong. If he's flirting with you, he's being very subtle… Maybe he's worried that you're straight! It's not like you go around waving a pride flag or anything."

Eddie thought for a minute, holding his cup to his lips but not actually drinking from it.

"I mean, okay, that's fair. What do I do? Barb, how can I make myself look more gay?"

Barb stared at him for a long moment, flicking her gaze over all of him that she could see from her side of the reception desk.

"Hang on," she said, getting up and sliding past Nancy, heading back to the break room. Eddie and Nancy shared a moment of confusion while Barb was gone. She came back a minute later and walked right up to Eddie, pinning something to his vest.

"Oh, yeah, that might do it," Nancy nodded.

"What? What did you just put on me?" Eddie pulled at his vest, looking for the new pin.

"Pronoun pin," Barb said, tapping on it. Sure enough, there was a small red button with He/Him in white lettering sitting amongst the rest of his collection.

"Why did you have this?" Eddie laughed.

"I volunteer at the Pride center at the college. I've got every pronoun you've ever heard of and probably some you haven't on a pin in my backpack."

"Huh. Alright."

"It might take a while for him to notice," Nancy warned. "If he really has been checking you out, maybe sooner rather than later, but be patient with him. He had a couple concussions in high school."

"A couple?"

"Yeah. Sports, and he got into a lot of fights."

"Lost a lot of fights," Barb corrected.

"I mean. I think he won… one or two, maybe, but yeah."

It took almost no time at all, in fact, for Steve to notice the pin. A few days later, the next time Eddie's coffee run overlapped with Steve's shift, he caught Steve's eyes flick down to the pins on his chest while he dropped his change in the tip jar. Eddie tried to flash him his sweetest smile, but he wasn't exactly a naturally charming guy. Nevertheless, even though Steve kept up his streak of not saying anything, he could barely keep his eyes off Eddie to the point that he nearly burned himself cleaning the steam wand. Eddie politely pretended he didn't just watch the whole thing happen.

December 3rd

"He talked to me," Eddie said, almost shaking with excitement but determined not to drop anything.

"Oh yeah?" Barb smiled as they went through the routine.

"Yeah! Is it supposed to snow today?"

"What?"

"I- Okay, I promise it's related, hang on." Eddie had never handed everyone their drinks so fast. "I don't know what version of Steve Harrington you guys knew in school, but this Steve is kind of a dork."

"You say with all the love in your heart, I'm sure," Barb smiled, leaning back in her chair as Eddie came around to stand behind the desk with her. "I just checked. Yes, it's supposed to snow, but not till tonight."

"Steve says sooner."

"What, does he dabble in meteorology or something now?" Barb chuckled.

"Nah, he just asked if it was snowing yet because I guess all the early bird old people with trick knees have been bitching all morning."

"He talked to you… About the weather?"

"Yeah, see? Dork! But it was like, a whole conversation, and he started it!"

“Alright, a win is a win I suppose,” Barb shrugged as the phone began to ring. Eddie took that as his cue to actually go do his job.

About half an hour later, Barb spun around in her chair and yelled at him to get his attention.

"What?" Eddie looked up at her. She smiled, pointing out the front window as fat snowflakes started lazily drifting down.

"Snowing," she added, in case he didn't get the message.

"Well, I'll be damned…"

After that, making small talk with Steve seemed easier. It was never anything serious, always "how's your day" and such, but they were talking. To Eddie, talking to Steve felt as natural as breathing. It never felt awkward or embarrassing. Something about him just drew Eddie in. Steve has that effect on people, Nancy assured him.

December 15th

"Dude, I swear on my mother, if you don't ask him out, I will do it for you."

Eddie was lying on Gareth's bedroom floor telling him for the hundredth time about his crush on his regular barista. Gareth was sitting on his bed, trying in vain to do homework.

"It's not that simp-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up with the it's not that simple crap! It really is that simple! Give him your number, say you wanna hang out!"

"Oh, and what, bring him back to my house so Wayne can scare him off?"

"I don't know, go see a movie or something! Jesus, Ed, it's like you've never dated anyone before."

"I've never been the one doing the asking, no!"

"Oh my god you're gonna give me an aneurysm."

December 30th, Morning

Okay. This was it. Today was the day. He had a plan. He was gonna give Steve his number and invite him to the party. Easy peasy. Nothing was going to stop him.

Except Steve not being there.

Well, shit.

"How'd it go?" Barb asked, already at the door.

"It didn't," Eddie grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't there."

"What? Why? He's normally there on-"

"Yeah, B, I know. He wasn't there."

"I wonder if he's sick?"

"He seemed fine yesterday… Oh, great, thanks Barb, now I'm worried something happened to him."

"Sorry," Barb gave him a sympathetic smile and sipped her drink.

Eddie did his best to combat any anxious thoughts that came up during his shift and go about his day as normal.

"Eddie!" Barb yelled, almost a moment too late as Steve walked past the shop about halfway through Eddie's shift.

When Eddie looked up, Steve was backtracking, looking in the window directly at him. He flashed Eddie a smile that made his heart skip and waved before going, presumably, to the Waystation.

"Argyle, can I-"

"Hit him with your best shot, lover boy," Argyle said, holding a thumbs up to him from across the room, not looking away from the client in his chair. Eddie bolted immediately, grabbing his coat out of the back and rushing out the door.

He stopped just out of view of the coffee shop to steady his breathing. This was it. It had to be.

Alright, Munson, go time.

And oh god he actually flirted a little bit on purpose. Success.

Except, no. He was halfway back to the Three of Cups when he realized he forgot what he originally went in for. Shit.

When he finally got back to the tattoo parlor, he pressed his back to the front door, counting his breaths. Barb raised her eyebrows at him. He couldn't help it, he broke out into a grin that made his cheeks hurt and nodded at her, their silent conversation probably confusing the hell out of the clients waiting in the lobby.

He checked his phone once he'd shed his coat in the break room and found a text from an unknown number. He texted back right away and saved the contact.

my coffee guy<3

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appreciating all the love, guys <3 i am accepting title suggestions somebody please help (this will go up on ao3 once i have a name for it lmao sorry)

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