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Profiles In Style
This is Ann Lowe, "Society's Best Kept Secret".
Ann (b. 1898) was the daughter and granddaughter of seamstresses who worked for the first families of Montgomery. When she was 16, Lowe's mother died, leaving a collection of four ball gowns for the First Lady of Alabama. Lowe took up the project and, using the skills she learned from her mother and grandmother, finished the dresses.
In 1917, Lowe was divorced, and a mother when she moved to NYC to attend S.T.Taylor Design School. The school was segregated at the time,and she had to take classes in a room alone, because stupid has always been able to cross state lines.
When she graduated in 1919, Lowe moved to Tampa where she opened her first dress salon, Annie Cohen, catering to members of high society. It was a success, and eventually Lowe used her earnings to move back to NYC where she designed on commission for Henri Bendel, Chez Sonia, Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue. She even designed the dress that actress wore to accept an Academy Award in 1946, although the name on the dress was Sonia Rosenberg (shady).
Lowe got sick of not getting credit for her work, so in 1950, she opened a new salon in NYC with her son; Ann Lowe's Gowns on Lexington Ave. Her one-of-a-kind dresses were made of the finest fabrics, and graced the forms of the world's most famous socialites. She designed for the Rockefellers, the Lodges, the Du Ponts and the Auchinclosses.
Janet Auchincloss was such a fan of Ms. Lowe's that in 1953, she hired Lowe to design a dress for her daughter, Jacqueline Bouvier for her wedding to Senator John F. Kennedy.
Despite being a massive success, and a favorite of NYC's society ladies, Ann Lowe rarely made any real profit on her designs after paying her staff. Still, she continued to do her thing. After a particularly rough time in the 60s, during which she lost her store, her right eye, and developed cataract in her left eye, she opened another store, Ann Lowe Originals, on Madison Ave. She retired in 1972. She died in 1981 while in the care of her daughter, Ruth.
The moral of the story is it's okay to be expensive, especially if you're good at what you do.
#ann lowe#ann lowe designs#run her her coins!#this is why i will never complain about black creators being expensive#yeah it sucks if i can't afford it myself#but that doesn't mean it's not worth the price#black history month#black history month spotlight friday#black friday#THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!
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small PSA: if you shop at craft shows or artist alleys, please bring more than apple pay or a virtual card - especially if you're not comfortable entering your card number manually. not all of us have fancy card readers, so please also bring your physical card or cash, even if it's only as backup 👍
#psa#conventions#artist alley#not art#i've done two craft shows and two conventions with just my swipe reader. and cash ofc. but i did have to miss a couple sales at the cons#because people only had apple pay. no cash no physical card. It Sucks For Both Of Us!#when i say there are small businesses in the artist alley i mean some of us are Small#i don't speak just for myself but for other artists who have this trouble as well. some folks are just starting out and some folks#just do this for a hobby and can't afford or can't justify the bigger terminals yet or at all#if i get into ACEN again next year i'll opt for a terminal but they're Pricey and not something to start out with y'know#if you want to be an artist's best friend though? pay in cash.#not to mention if there's technical or wifi trouble - cash just works 100% of the time. no reader or wifi will stop you from using cash.#semi related but i had someone try to pay with apple pay at my last show and i said they'd have to enter their number manually then#and they said they'd go find their partner and see if they had card/cash. and then while they were walking away from their booth#their friend asked why and they said it wasn't safe. on one hand i can't be mad because its VERY good to practice card safety!#on the other hand. you're entering it into the same app that would process a swipe payment. it's exactly as safe as if you'd swiped it#i promise as long as you're entering the number into a square app your card info is safe lmao#anyway yeah a lot of us aren't Big Businesses. please just be courteous and bring some traditional payment methods Just In Case
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#oh my fucking god stupid (mostly finnish) kids whining about the price of the silver BC pendant#ostakaa glitteristä saatana ne kiina-laatuiset massatuotantopikamuotirihkamakorunne??#minäkin haluaisin kattohuoneiston saunalla ja poreammeella ja vaatehuoneella mut ku eivät perkeleet tee mun hintaluokkaan sopivia semmosia#jännä vitun juttu!!!!!!!!#and they're being so fucking RUDE about it too like ?????? yeah you're disappointed but grow the fuck UP#sometimes some things are just out of your price range and it sucks yes#but the world does not revolve around you and there'll always be someone who can't afford even the cheapest of things#in a perfect world everything is afforadable/free for everyone and no one would ever charge any money for their services#i really appreciate that they chose to use an oulu-based manufacturer instead of some cheap shit that'll be thrown away soon bc it breaks#i can't see this band doing it any other way tbh#also it's SILVER!! that shit will actually last as long as you'll FUCKING LIVE#but yeah sure they should have gone for cheap metal ones that change colour over time and the chains will snap etc. etc.#also @ the comments saying ''i'd rather spend that amount of money on xyz'' WELL GO ON THEN!! DO IT!! WHAT'S STOPPING YOU#literally no one is forcing you to buy this jewellery we all have our priorities and principles helloooo#why do you gotta announce it in the comment section though? instead of just...shutting the fuck up maybe?#and no i did not buy the pendant myself
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#ngl i don't feel as safe in the lgbtq community anymore now that i identify as a lesbian and lean a bit more masc nowadays...#esp since i genuinely used to be pan. i embraced it and still would if it fit me. it just doesn't anymore#ik people would call me a fakebian or some shit but how am i one if finding out im a lesbian has actually pushed me further into the closet#those people's opinions don't mean crap but i just needa talk through these feelings more somewhere...#i found a therapist yeah but idk if i'll open up to her about queer things because i live in a conservative-leaning state#and i can't really afford to find therapists that aren't connected to my workplace...#it really sucks#i need to remind myself that i don't need those people's approval...#beat it into my brain#jeri venting
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kind of very personal reflection in the tags about health and fear of death i guess
#really sucks when someone keeps going with unhealthy behaviors#and when the body suddenly breaks or suddenly gives extremely alarming signs it might already be too late to act#because 'but i was fine before'#one of the top reasons why i have done my best despite stress and arguing and everything going on to keep moving#keep hiking keep walking more than an hour a day keep eating even if i don't like it#managing stress and prioritizing myself some extents more#yeah i was 'fine' before. but i wasn't realizing i was slowly starting to kill myself. a young body won't tell you shit. it will compensate#until it suddenly can't anymore#just saw a video of a content creator i follow who suddenly got scared of their body giving up on them#and is now changing their lifestyle. which is great. but it's sad for me to see#because the body keeps score and catches up. it eventually does. and it's scary when it happens. and i wish i acted more for myself#anyway. i hope people look after themselves as much as they can and can afford#human body can snap its fingers and suddenly there's a huge problem that needs fixing. and it can be preventable#it can be easier. i don't want to fall ill because i push myself to extents my body can't follow. and i don't want people close to me to#risk the same. maybe it's selfish to want. but it's a bit of a reflection i've had buzzing in my head quite a while#and this video made me think actively on it again#i don't know when's the last time i'll see my aunt. she's 70 and morbidly obese and can barely walk. she needs medications and she can't#raise herself from her bed. i just don't want more family to go down that road. i want everyone to be ok and know that some things can be#easily prevented and looked after. yeah
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#yeah so I'm absolutely having a breakdown#which sucks because ive been doing alright for awhile#and it makes sense tbh#not to invalidate myself#so many things that are outside of my control have gone wrong recently#someone tried to steal my car again and I'm fixing it myself because I can't afford to bring it somewhere#and the job that would change my life keeps ghosting me#and I need to let my landlord know about renewing my lease yesterday (literally yesterday i was supposed to) but im waiting on this job#and money is tight#and my insurance is stalling on covering my migraine meds#to get a 3 day supply is >100$ through the lowest discount card#and to get a full month supply costs more than my rent at its cheapest#so I've been mostly in pain and lowkey confused as the drug works its way out of my system#and I'm on my period which destabilized because i had to come off my birth control for the first time in years (due to the migraines)#I watched a car flip the other night#and if that weren't enough I can't stop remembering the last time i saw a car flip and two people died on impact#and my dad was dragging bodies out of the car on fire#...we had been driving to the ER because I had tried to kill myself again#all I could think was that it should have been me#and I slept with a guy at work which was fine neither of us wanted it to be a thing#but now he's seeing this new girl that works with us and they're making my life hell about it#and I just don't have a single friend or anyone I feel is there for me#I never get to have that and I don't know why#literally no one gives a shit I could say I'm dying ij this room and it still wouldn't be as important as some guy so and so is pining after#I don't matter unless im useful#I feel like I'm screaming and no one can hear me#fuck this man we were doing so good there for a bit#Genuinely afraid im reaching a breaking point I'll never recover from
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Featuring: pussydrunk!chan x afab reader
Genre: smut with the tinniest of plots lol
Warnings: chris is reader's fiance, cunnilingus, semi-public sex (bathroom stall) and over all smut smutty smut.....yeah. minors do NOT interact
Notes: what i do for you guys (and myself). feedback is always appreciated! or you can hit me up and we can squeal together lol
chan is horny. like, unbelievably so.
which, in itself is incredibly inappropriate since he's currently at the work function you invited him to, in trousers that he cannot afford to have a hard-on in, but it's not his fault. how could he not be, when you're walking around the ballroom in your pretty little slip dress, hair brushed to the side, as you interacted with your coworkers. you're so graceful, so professional, so put together, so--
delectable.
he clears his throat, adjusting his pants and sitting up, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and back on one of your coworkers, who has been speaking to him for the past five minutes about the company's goals. he could not give less of a shit to be honest, but he's here for you, so he makes the effort, smiling and nodding when appropriate, the picture of a loving, supportive fiance.
that is, until he has your dress bunched up to your hips as gets to his knees in front of you.
he doesn't know how you two got here, just that he met your eyes over the shoulder of you blabbering coworker and suddenly, he was excusing himself, and through a flurry of movement, and mumbled apologies, you two were suddenly in the only place you could get a sliver of privacy--a bathroom stall.
"chris, my dress--" you whine when he shoves it upwards unceremoniously, forcing you to curl your fingers around the hem. "it's gonna get wrinkled and I have to give a speech later."
his deft fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and he looks up at you. "sweetheart....you know I love you, but I don't give a shit about your dress."
"we can't do this here," you protest, trying to regain some sense of composure, but your words come out in breathy whispers as his fingers trail teasingly along the edge of your panties. you can feel the heat pooling between your thighs, your body betraying your protests.
he chuckles, keeping his eyes on yours as he litters kisses on your inner thighs. "can't we?"
your scent enveloped him, intoxicating and sweet, as his fingers deftly peeled away your panties, his gaze never leaving yours. your already wet, and normally, any other time, chan would comment on how needy you were for him, how you were already sopping and he hasn't even touched you--but today? today he was the needy one, practically drooling at the sight of you.
"so pretty, baby," it comes out in a desperate sigh. "so so pretty."
before you can respond, he is flattening his tongue across your entire vulva, dragging it up slowly. his fingers tighten around your thighs when you jump, steadying you, but also keeping you in place for him.
he can't help the groan he makes at the taste of you as he sucks on your labia, lapping up at the juices you're already releasing. "fucking made for me," his words send vibrations into your pussy in a way that makes your knees weak.
your breath hitches, a soft moan escaping your lips as you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the sounds. the last thing you need is for someone to hear you, but the way chan is devouring you makes it nearly impossible. his tongue works with an expertise that drives you wild, alternating between broad, slow strokes and quick flicks that have you teetering on the edge.
"chris," you whisper, your voice trembling. "we really... we shouldn't—"
in answer, he maneuvers one of your legs so that it's resting on his shoulder so that he can press his face further against your pussy, inhaling deeply. the world outside the stall fades away, the murmur of conversations and clinking glasses becoming a distant hum as his tongue delves deeper. his fervor is almost worshipful, the way he licks and sucks at your clit with a fervent devotion, the tip of his nose brushing teasingly against your clit with every movement.
"please," you moan, your voice breaking. it's not clear what you're pleading for—more, less, for him to stop before someone finds you, or for him to never stop.
he responds with a growl, the sound vibrating through you as he doubles his efforts, alternating between gentle licks and intense suction, pushing you higher and higher until you're trembling. he knows exactly what you need, exactly how to push you to the brink and hold you there, teetering on the edge of release.
he's there when the coil in your lower belly finally snaps, tongue eagerly waiting to lap up everything you give him--and lap up he does. he is so lost in your taste, that you have to physically push him away, thighs already shaking because of the way he is overstimulating you.
he lets you push his head back by his hair, leaning his neck back to give you a perfect view of the glistening of your juices on his lips and the tip of his nose.
you can't help but let out a shaky laugh, a mix of nerves and disbelief at the situation you've found yourselves in. " we really need to get back to the party," you whisper, trying to regain some sense of rationality, even as your body still hums with the aftermath of his expert ministrations.
"right." he stands, helping you smooth down your dress and you up at him nervously.
"does it look okay?"
he gives you a once over, lips trembling in his effort to stop them from curling. your cheeks are flushed, dress wrinkled and he could see the fabric quiver slightly.
you groan.
"it looks awful doesn't it?"
"nah," he plants a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. "looks amazing. now how 'bout that speech, yeah?"
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You want my groupie love
Ft. Dick, Jason, Roy, and Wally 400-500 words each Request: Anon requested any of the above finding out you have a crush on their hero alter-ego. I did all of em cause I've been looking for an excuse to sink my teeth into some fluffy rambling! Warnings: Swearing | Alcohol | Secrets | Non-graphic mentions of violence
Dick: Hey Neighbour
Dick could easily see how the new mailman switching up your post so often could get annoying, especially considering his busy schedule. However, he just couldn't bring himself to be upset over anything that gives him an excuse to see you. Admittedly, he's pushing it today, ringing your buzzer so early in the morning but the moment you open the door, revealing the most adorable bedhead and an oversized Nightwing shirt, he can't bring himself to care.
“Nice shirt.” He offers, but he's not certain you understand as you stare at him with squinted eyes and pouty lips.
“You want something?” Your voice is low and slow, thick with sleep but still hot as hell.
He wants you. “Yeah, um, my parcel says delivered but it's not! I just wondered if maybe they left it with you again?”
You continue to stare at him blankly for a moment longer before recognition seems to click in those pretty eyes.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” you murmur as you grab his mail from somewhere behind the door and hand it to him. Together you go through the polite thanks and no problem motions, but when you're done, he can't bring himself to leave. Maybe this is the day he finally asks you out.
“Do you- “
“Are you- “
You talk over each other, and then you dance around it until you finally win out the no you go argument.
“Do…” He’s about to ask when a thought pops into his head. That oversized tee is very oversized. “Is that your boyfriend's top?”
“I don't have a boyfriend.” You confirm, nervously playing with the hem and accidentally revealing a hint of your Nightwing sleep shorts.
“Just a big Nightwing fan, huh?” He's not sure why he's pushing it, something about the notion makes him feel good.
“You could say that.” You reply hesitantly. Your eyes flicker from him, back into your apartment a few times before you open your door. Nothing could have prepared Dick for the sight before him. Your living room was chockful of Nightwing merch; pillowcases, replica wing-dings, figurines, Blüd postcards with his likeness on them to name a few. Some are licensed, but most are not. There's a very real moment in which the blood drains from him, and he's concerned that he should be worried about you and your intention before you explain. “I kind of went on a big dumb rant about how Nightwing was snubbed for The Sexiest Hero Alive award a few years ago, and my friends have never let me forget about it. Now everyone and their dog buys me his merch for my Birthday and whatnot. I just can't bring myself to throw any of it out.”
“Ohhh.” That's a relief. His unease is replaced with twice as much giddiness. Sexiest Hero Alive, huh? He hadn’t cared that much about the award, but he cares that you care. “I’d love to hear more if by any chance you wanna grab breakfast together?
Jason: On the news
Jason is already sat in your usual spot when you arrive at the café, he even went ahead and got your usual order. The $12 was worth it for the look of gratitude and reprieve on your face as you collapse into the chair across from him.
“Thank you for ordering for me! I’ll send you the money.” Once you catch your breath you dive into your drink, moaning aloud at the flavour in a way that has him averting his gaze and shifting in his seat. He prays you don’t notice the heat in his face as he tells you not to worry about it, Bruce can afford it anyway.
“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You continue. “Apparently Red Hood and some of Two-Face’s guys got into some kind of turf war near the bank last night, and police have shut the whole block down.”
“Oh, that sucks.” He grunts, pretending like he doesn’t already know.
“Right! So annoying. Red Hood gets a pass though, 'cause he’s hot.”
Jason actually chokes on his coffee, narrowly missing you with his spray as you lean away from him. Before you can even ask if he’s okay, he’s grilling you.
“He’s hot? How do you know he’s hot? You’ve never met the guy!” It’s an instinctive response, maybe a little paranoid, and though he doesn’t mean to, he’s definitely selling some kind of jealousy angle right now.
“No, but I’ve seen him on the news, and in the papers.” You explain. “He’s got that kind of, cool, mysterious, badass thing going on, you know? With the helmet, and leather, oh and the motorbike! And the voice!”
Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. If he wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now. Some badass. “B-but you don’t know what he looks like.”
“I know he’s good-looking. ‘An I bet he’s a nice person, under all that tough guy exterior.” You state decidedly. “I feel it in my bones, and my… I’m not gonna finish that sentence.”
You both laugh, yours is more light-hearted. Like music to his heated ears. Jason feels like you reached into his chest and started tweaking at his heartstrings. He might not seem it externally, but he’s thrilled. This is a step in the right direction for your more-than-friends-not-quite-lovers-relationship, he thinks.
“I’m just saying, if the opportunity ever arose; Red Hood could get it.”
He just has to figure out what the next move is.
Roy: Prince Charming
When he’d gotten done saving your life from some back-alley thief a few nights prior, you’d thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Roy had seriously considered never washing that cheek again. But, he’d figured you wouldn’t want to kiss him ever again, hero or no if he stank. So, he’d scrubbed up and trimmed before picking up the pizza and heading to your place for your bi-weekly movie night.
When you open the door there’s a far-off look in your eye and a dreamy smile on your lips that he could certainly get used to.
“You okay?” He asks, making no attempt to hide his amusement as he stands in your kitchen, smothering his fries with ketchup and watching you stare off into space, swaying your hips like a puppy dog who can't control their tail.
“Yeah.” You answer, only half snapping back into the present moment, a sheepish, excited look on your face as you grab your share of the food and head for the couch. “I got mugged.” You call back, like it’s nothing. Playfully baiting a reaction from him that he’ll have to fake because he already knows.
“No- oh shit! Are you okay?” He leans in close as he sits beside you on the couch, pretending to examine you for injuries, but actually using it as an excuse to savour your scent.
“Yeah.” You turn to him so that your noses brush together, and he has to will himself not to blush at the proximity. You’d always had a bit of a flirtationship going, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still get under his skin when you had that tenacious look on your face. “I met the love of my life.”
“The love of your life mugged you?” He teases and you shake your head all cute and determined before leaning away to bite into your dinner.
“C’mon, who’s the lucky guy?” He goads, he has a feeling he knows where this is going, but he's trying not to get his hopes up.
You look at him like you’re thinking it over before confessing around a mouthful of food; “Arsenal.”
That’s fucking hilarious. He bites his lip to keep from laughing in your face.
“Arsenal.” He repeats. Is it hot in here? He feels exceedingly flush. “Huh, crazy.”
“Arsenal.” You say it again, this time like some Disney character swooning over their Prince Charming as you lean into his chest. It makes eating significantly harder, but he doesn’t care, lifting his arm and draping it over your shoulder, urging you closer. He’d starve it meant getting to hold you till he died. “He saved me.”
“No kidding.” You ghost a hand up and down his arm, and he enjoys the sensation too much to notice how your fingertips trace his exposed tattoos. This conversation might be the best thing that’s happened to him in ages. Second best. No, third best. Behind Lian being born and you kissing him. “But, ah, I thought I was the love of your life?”
You chew on his comeback for a minute, and he enjoys immensely how you try not to grin as your eyes dart around while you think up a response. “Guess you’ll have to share me.”
Roy Harper, share you with Arsenal? He could definitely live with that.
Wally: Fuck, marry, kill
“Okayokayokay. Fuck, marry, kill.” His words all string together in an excited jumble. He’s totally buzzing, and not from the booze. It’s never the booze, he metabolises it too fast. No, his excitement is entirely caused by you. You and your proximity, your smiling face, and your hypnotic laugh. “Nightwing, Tempest, and The Flash? Go!”
“Oh, well that entirely depends.” You reply matter-of-factly, and Wally watches admiringly as you take a sip of your drink, licking the rim when a drop spills over. Damn, he wishes you’d put your lips on him like that.
“Depends on what?” He finally asks when he remembers it’s his turn to speak, and you bite your lip for a second as if considering whether you should say what you’re about to say.
Eventually, you commit. “Are we talking Central City Flash, or Keystone?”
You watch him expectantly while he sips his own drink, waiting for his clarification. He’s glad that the difference matters to you but he can’t help challenging you, partly to keep up the clueless civilian shtick, but mostly because he wants to prolong the conversation. He wants to hear you say ‘The Flash’ a million more times. “You’re so sure they’re not the same guy? Could be running back and forth really fast. That’s his whole thing, right?”
“Nah.” You shake your head, a self-assured smile on your face. You don’t even entertain the idea, and he wonders what has you so confident but he doesn’t have to wait long to find out. “Central Flash is cool and all, but I’m in loooooove with Keystone Flash.” You giggle as you declare it.
This is brand new information to Wally, and it takes him a moment to process it. His cheeks must be as red as his suit as he watches you melt into your seat, thinking about him The Flash.
“Have you ever met the guy?” He’s pretty certain he knows the answer already.
“No.” You confess shyly, but it doesn’t stop your next, very bold statement. “He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re gonna get married one day.”
“Really?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, like the cat whose canary landed right in his bowl and started chirping ‘EAT ME! EAT ME!’
The feet of his chair scrape on the floor as he shuffles closer, and even though he’s not ‘your future husband’, you let him close the distance, happily voicing your answer to his original question and his most recent. “Yep. If it’s Keystone, can I say fuck and marry The Flash?”
“Yeah, totally, I’ll accept that answer.” Wally blurts, making no effort to hide his elation as he places his hand atop yours. “You know, I’ve been told that I’m a lot like The Flash.”
Please remember, do things that make you happy!
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And I fell, I fell
Throw together a last minute cancellation, a helpful Robin and list of questions, and you've got yourself the romance of the century.
eddie munson x f!reader
c/w: 18+ only. MDNI. smut and fluff. so much fluff. mutual pining. eddie being a cutie. no y/n. protected sex. piv. oral (f receiving). not proof read.
a/n: eddie is a hopeless, gross romantic and u cant convince me otherwise and this is 7.6k of me proving myself correct.
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Your phone ringing startles you out of your daze, making you jump slightly in your chair. Reaching for it, you don't bother to look at the caller id.
"Oh you're alive, that's nice" Robin's voice cheerfully says, you blink rapidly at your computer screen.
"Why wouldn't I be alive, Robs?"
"I dunno! Maybe because you've been MIA for the past five days!"
You can hear the frustration and concern in her voice and you immediately feel guilty. You sigh softly and rub at your eyes.
"I'm sorry, Robbie" You murmur, "Work's been a lot."
"I worry about you" She confesses, "Like, have you even been eating? Sleeping? What's so important you've got to check out for nearly a week?"
You scrunch your face up because, she's right - you've been doing the bare minimum but you weren't going to admit that.
"I'm fine, really. Just been editing a few of the interviews I did last week and then this morning I had someone bail out at the last minute so I'm trying to find a replacement to do the interview at the end of the week."
Robin hums.
"I'm coming over"
She hangs up before you have a chance to respond and you shake your head. Standing, you groan as you stretch your arms over your head before you decide to just call it a day and have a shower.
The warm water feels heavenly on your stiff body, and you let yourself relax under the spray. You're just stepping out of the shower, steam filling the room and wrapping a towel around you, when there's persistent knocking at the door.
You debate for all of three seconds on whether to answer or get dressed, ultimately deciding to let Robin in first, knowing that she'd just knock harder and louder until you did.
She pushes her way in as soon as the doors cracked open an inch, she closes the door behind her and starts pushing at your shoulders.
"Get dressed, Jesus"
You roll your eyes and throw your hands up, muttering about bossy, annoying friends. You shuffle to your room though, pulling on soft jeans and a shirt and make your way back to Robin who's curled up on the couch and cradling a can of soda in her hands.
"Alright, sit" Robin says, patting the space beside her and you throw yourself heavily down next to her, resting your cheek against her shoulder.
"You okay?" She asks, pressing her cheek against the top of your head and you nod softly because yeah, you were fine, just busy and tired and overworked. She holds the can to you and you take it, sipping at the bubbly drink. An arm wraps around your shoulder and you feel yourself go boneless against her, relaxing for the first time in days.
"Work sucks at the moment" You admit, leaning on your friend, "I've got so much to do and now I'm gonna loose the venue for Friday because the person I was interviewing cancelled on me and like, I can't afford that you know? It's expensive and I just, I don't know what I'm gonna do Robbie"
"Anything I can help with?" She asks softly, "I can't really do much for editing videos and whatever but, yeah."
You feel a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"You don't happen to want to be interviewed?" You tease, "Could start a new series where I interview my friends instead of like, famous people"
You're joking, knowing that Robin would kinda hate being in front of a camera while you ask her questions about herself but you could see it working - making it a silly little thing where you just have fun with it, rather than the serious interviews you've been stuck doing.
"God no" She laughs for a moment before pausing, "But, I could ask Eddie?"
"Hmm? What's Eddie got to do with this?"
"Eddie Munson, y'know Corroded Coffin?"
You scrunch your nose slightly, pulling back to look at her.
"You mean to tell me that your high school band friend Eddie is the same Eddie from that massively popular metal band? And don't they refuse to do interviews, like, all the time?"
"Yes and yes, it's something about wanting to focus on the music rather than them but he'd do it if I ask nicely."
You chew on your lip, considering it. It would be a massive help, having someone to actually interview and that someone being notorious for refusing to actually participate in interviews but at the same time, you don't want to put Robin out or Eddie.
"Look, I'll ask, the worst thing is he'll say no and if that's the case, I'll do the interview." She says and you feel a weight lifting off your chest, you lean back in to wrap yourself around her.
"Thanks, Robin" Your voice is muffled by her shoulder but she squeezes you back.
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon watching shitty videos and snacking, and you feel more relaxed than you have in weeks. You murmur your thanks as you hug Robin goodbye and laugh softly at her stern warning of no more work today, her finger pointing at your face. You agree, considering ordering take out and having an early night.
You're wrapped up in a soft blanket on the couch, lights low and a movie you're not really watching when your phone buzzes.
Robin: Eddie's agreed to do the interview. send deets.
to Robin: You're an angel amongst men, Robin and I love you.
Robin: ur right, I am. love u 2.
You send her the address and times and thank her about five more times before you put your phone back down, and focus back on the movie and you're not too sure when your eyes slip closed and you're asleep.
The next couple of days fly by in a daze of editing and deciding the direction of the upcoming interview. You didn't want it to be stuffy, overly serious and god forbid, boring, so you pester Robin for little tidbits of information about Eddie and you find yourself racing around your apartment the morning of to get ready.
You've never really seen photos of Eddie from Band but you have seen photos and videos of Eddie from Corroded Coffin and you knew he's hot and while you didn't want to come across as unprofessional, you wanted to look good so you spend extra time styling your hair and making sure your outfit fit just right.
Loading your car up with your equipment and set-up took longer than you'd like and by the time you're pulling up to the building, you've only got thirty minutes before Eddie was due to arrive. You rush through set up and you wish you had an assistant for days like today.
A soft knock against the wall and your name being called startles you. You let out a quiet noise of surprise and whip around to see Eddie, smiling wide at your reaction, and your heart stutters. You knew he was handsome, you knew that, but the photos and videos didn't do him justice.
Tall and wrapped in black denim, cotton, silver chains and rings. His hair was curled to perfection, soft and silky, wide brown eyes and plump limps and you realize you're staring and not saying anything.
"Eddie, right?" You gesture to one of the chairs you'd set up, "Thank you so much for doing this, you and Robin have saved me a lot of grief"
He saunters over to you, smiling warmly before sitting in the chair. You almost get lost in watching him again but you force your eyes away, not wanting to be a creep.
"Ah, it's alright. Had nothing better to do today, to be honest."
And god his voice, you wanted to hear it all day. Wanted him to whisper nothings into your ear and you feel yourself flushing at the desire running through your veins.
You turn, scolding yourself for your reaction and get to work turning on the lights, camera and audio recorders.
"Still, I appreciate it. Will you be okay putting your mic on or would you like help?" You ask as you open the case, pulling out both sets of microphones.
"Hmm, might need some help"
You look over your shoulder and he's watching you intently, and you're really not sure how you're going to do this interview without coming across as desperate.
"Sure, here-" You step closer to him, holding out the microphone and wire, "This bit goes up under your shirt and clips onto your collar"
His fingers brush yours as he gently takes it from you, lifting his shirt slightly to feed the wire under it. You hold your breath and avert your eyes when you see a flash of pale skin before you do something stupid like telling him you'd like to lick him all over.
"Like this?" He asks, and you force yourself to bring your eyes down, nodding as he clips the little microphone to his shirt and smooths his hands down his chest.
"Yeah, um- I'll just clip this to your belt, if that's okay?"
He looks up at you from under his lashes and nods, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing to you. You turn it on and see his jaw clenching in the corner of your eye as your fingers brush at his skin as you work.
"Alright. All set, I'll just finish getting ready - I'll just be a minute" You say in a rush, turning back to the table and putting your own mic on.
"No rush, honey"
And oh god, the pet name has your blood singing. Your hands shake slightly as you take a couple of deep breaths and scold yourself with a stern behave yourself, you're here for work not to hook up, he's doing you a favor so cut it out.
You shake your head slightly and move to turn on the camera. It's almost easier, looking at Eddie through the camera screen as you focus it and you suppress a shudder when you realize he's watching you closely.
You suck in a deep breath and pick up your notes, moving to sit beside him.
"Alright, you good to start?"
His smile returns and nods, shifting in his seat in order to face you. You do your intro, facing the camera and watching Eddie from your peripheral and then your turning, facing him and wanting to whine at how pretty he is. You let your work wash over you, focusing on the interview.
"Thanks for being here today, Mr. Munson. Tell me, how are you? What's been happening?"
"Eddie's fine" He says, laughing softly, "Mr. Munson is my uncle. I'm good, I'm good. Honestly? I should be working on some new songs but I'd rather not."
You nod, humming.
"Look that's fair - You used to play D&D, why?"
He looks a little surprised at your question, like he wasn't expecting anything else besides his music.
"Oh yeah I did. It was just fun, y'know? Like my friends and I got to go on epic adventures."
You try your hardest not to let the grin overtake your face but it's so, so hard.
"That's kinda nerdy but like what do I know? I make silly videos for a living. Do you still play or has that ship sailed?"
"Ah, I'd like to but I don't get as much free time these days and all my friends I play with are all over the place."
"Bummer. What's the best way to eat marshmallows?"
You keep the energy going, slinging more and more absurd questions at him without letting him gather his bearings but Eddie's grinning, enjoying the quick fire questions and your snide comments at his answers.
"Now. This is a serious question and I will judge you for your answer if it's incorrect."
He shifts, face serious and leans slightly towards you.
"Would you rather be eaten alive by a werewolf or have a vampire stick a straw in your neck and drain you like a capri-sun?"
Eddie breaks out into giggles and you feel your insides wobble and you school your features, biting your tongue and raise an eyebrow.
"Definitely being eaten alive" He wheezes between his laughter, "I might as well go all out if I'm gonna die."
You purse your slips, looking down at your notes primly.
"Correct."
Eddie laughs harder, eyes shining when you look back at him.
"Alright, last question - what's the plan for the rest of the day?"
He rubs the back of his neck, he looks at you and you think maybe there's something in his face, in his eyes as he glances at you.
"No real plans, might grab something to eat."
"Right on, free as a bird."
You close the video and slide out of your chair, turning off the camera and beginning the pack up. Your eyes flicker to Eddie and you smile softly, moving to him to help remove his mic.
"Thanks again for this, Eddie. I know you don't really do interviews much so I didn't want to make it awful for you"
His fingers find the soft skin of your wrist when he hands you the mic set, pressing against your skin.
"I had a lot of fun" His voice is low and rumbles and you feel your chest erupts with butterflies.
You shuffle back, throwing a smile over your shoulder and continue to pack away your equipment.
"Want a hand?" Eddie's says, right behind you and you can feel his warmth seeping into your back. You bite your lip.
"Nah, it's all good! It's not that much" You try to keep the tremble out of your voice, "I'll um, let you know when the video's up? It should be maybe a week or so."
You hear him inhale and then hum softly.
"Perfect."
You step around the table, putting a bit of distance between the two of you before you do something really really dumb and proposition him. Eddie shoots you a small smile, fiddling with his rings and you think he might be nervous.
"I'll, um, see you around then?" He asks, taking small steps backwards towards the door.
"Yeah, it was nice to meet you" You try to smile warmly as you say your goodbyes while all you'd like is to beg him to stay longer.
"You too, honey. I've heard a lot about you."
And then he's gone and you throw yourself down on one of the chairs, face in hands and you let out a whine.
"God damn it, Robin" You mutter before huffing and dragging yourself to load your car.
You're tired and sore when you finish unloading the car back at your apartment and you grunt as you throw yourself onto the couch, propping your feet on your coffee table.
Your phone buzzes.
Unknown Number: Hey honey, it's Eddie. I hope it's okay but I got your number from Robin.
Unknown Number: I just. I really had a good time today. I usually hate doing interviews but you made it a lot of fun.
You save his number and quickly respond, heart in your throat and fluttering in your stomach, hating how much you wanted his attention.
to Eddie: Eddie, hey! Yeah that's fine. I'm glad you had a nice time :)
Eddie: Very much so. Did you get everything packed and get home alright?
You start chewing on your lower lip as he responds almost instantly, not wanting to seem overly eager, you send a text to Robin instead.
to Robin: ROBIN what the FUCK????
Robin: ur welcome :)) he thinks ur hot btw and like ur both my friends so dont fuck it up.
to Robin: thanks!!!!! no pressure at all with that!!!!!!!!
Robin: :)
You start chewing on your thumbnail and open Eddie's messages again, responding with an affirmative and asking how his afternoon went before tossing your phone to the other side of the couch, kicking your feet.
You feel like a teenager, heart pounding and cheeks hot and chest feeling three sizes too big. You wander around your living room, shaking your hands and deciding to just go about your evening routine - making dinner and showering and watching a movie.
Your eyes drift to your phone every few minutes and you groan, giving in and picking it up.
Eddie: I ended up going straight home, been watching some of your interviews ;)
Eddie: What are you up to? Busy night?
to Eddie: Oh god, don't do that. They're all very boring.
Eddie: Ah but I get to watch a pretty lady tearing apart a bunch of dummies who don't realize they're being insulted.
Your face heats again and you place your face in your hands and let out a very embarrassing noise. You lift you head, staring at your phone and take a rough, deep breath. Eddie was going to kill you, you were sure of it.
You feel like a silly teen with a crush as you text with Eddie for the rest of the evening, his flirting making you want to screech out loud or melt or something.
You fall asleep with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.
You're a little scared to check your phone the next morning, a whole bunch of what if's running through your mind, but a soft ding brings you out of your mind and you couldn't stop the lovesick smile if you tried.
Eddie: good morning, hope you have a good day
to Eddie: you too :)
You spend the rest of the day trying to focus on work, on finishing the editing of your previous interviews and starting on Eddies, but it's hard going when all you want to do is text the man. Taking a quick break, you lean over the bathroom sink and stare at yourself in the mirror. You frown at your reflection.
"Get your shit together" You snap at yourself, "You're not a teenager with a crush, you are a grown woman so act like it."
You sigh and pull yourself away, sitting back down at your desk.
"Alright. We've just got to finish these two interviews, we can totally do this. Totally, they're like ninety percent done already."
You nod at your pep talk and get back to work, newly found focus coasting you through the last few hours of editing for the day.
It's starting to grow dark by the time you save your work and shut down for the day. You feel lazily satisfied from finishing the task you set for yourself for the afternoon and more than ready to publish the videos and transcripts onto your social media sites. Stretching your arms above your head, you let out a soft groan as your back pops.
Picking up your phone, you bite your lip at the messages Eddie had sent you throughout the day.
Eddie: dont work too hard today but kick ass at work today
Eddie: im attempting to write new songs but i dont wanna y'know?
Eddie: i went to get groceries instead. saw a cat :)
Eddie: dont forget to eat lunch
Eddie: ok ok im gonna try to work wish me luck lol
Your stomach growls at you and you realize you did forget to eat lunch again, you groan and start dinner. Sitting on the couch with your plate, you send a message to Eddie.
to Eddie: Sorry, been pretty busy today but i managed to finish up a couple projects and im ready to start working on your interview tomorrow. Did you end up getting any writing done?
to Eddie: And what type of cat was it?
It doesn't take long before your phone is buzzing beside you.
Eddie: she lives! im glad you had a productive day, one of us needs 2 lol and u dont need to edit our interview its already perfect. I wrote like 4 lines of a song.
Eddie: i took a photo of the cat, i'll send it 2 u.
You laugh softly at his messages, his writing getting lazier the more you two talk, not that you mind. The photo comes through and you coo, the cat was incredibly fluffy and stretched out over a brick fence, fast asleep.
Your eyes burn as you look at your phone, a result from staring at a computer screen all day, so you take a deep breath and press call.
"Hey honey!" Eddie's voice filters softly through your phone, "Didn't expect a call to be honest, it was the cat right?"
You laugh and let your eyes slip closed, laying down on the couch and placing the call on speaker phone.
"Absolutely," You hum, "It has nothing to do with my eyes hurting-"
"Aw, you okay? Need anything?"
You can hear the concern in his voice and something inside you swells.
"Nah, I'm good. It's just from being on the computer all day, y'know?" You rub your eyes, "Anyway, what are you up to?"
There's a slight pause before he answers but then he's telling you that he's trying to decide on dinner, weighing up pros and cons of cooking verses ordering in and then he's launching into a tangent on life skills and capitalism.
You let his voice wash over you and you find yourself relaxing until you're almost asleep, drifting in the in-between.
"Still with me baby?" Eddie asks softly, his words not really registering but you hum at the sound of his voice, making him chuckle quietly.
"Go to bed, honey." He croons at you, "We'll talk tomorrow, alright? Dream sweet."
You sleep on the couch that night, dreaming of soft curls and warm brown eyes.
The next week passes in a blur of work, texts, calls and longing. You want to see him again, want to have his deep honey eyes on you, want to hear his voice without the filter of a phone.
You whine about it to Robin a lot, much to her amusement and annoyance.
"Just tell him you like him" She says one night as you recount the latest texting session you and Eddie had the previous day.
"Dude! No! I can't just tell him that" You feel your heart starting to race at the idea, Robin snorts.
"Why not?"
"Because!"
"That's not an answer" She fires back and you groan.
"Because, what if he only wants to be my friend? What if he's like this with everyone? I don't want to make a fool of myself and just because he talks to me doesn't mean he likes me, and there's also the fact that he's like, famous!"
Your words come out in a panicked rush and you breathe heavily while Robin contemplates.
"Y'know, I've been his friend for a while. I don't think I've ever seen him like this about someone, he really does like you. A lot. It's kinda gross."
Her voice is soft and kind and you feel your cheeks heat at her words.
"I don't know what you did to him at the interview but he's like, super gone for you. Pretty sure he's panicking about the same things you are, hun. Trust me when I say that Eddie's not the type of person who'd string you around like that."
"Alright, okay" You sigh, feeling better with her reassurance.
You sit on her advice for a few days, weighing up your decision, when ultimately, Eddie makes it for you.
to Eddie: Eds, I'm posting the interview video and transcripts today. Want me to tag the band's @?
Eddie: Yes, please! You're incredible.
Eddie: Would you like to go out with me? Dinner tonight?
Your heart leaps into your throat and you can't stop the childish giggles as you respond with an enthusiastic yes, yes please I would like that very much.
You don't remember doing much work, too excited about that night to focus properly but you do manage to get the video and transcript online, making sure to tag the band's socials as well as Eddies.
to Eddie: Alright, it's up. What's the dress code for tonight?
Eddie: I just saw and casual, whatever you're comfy in :)
Eddie: What's your address? I'll pick you up at 6?
You give him your address and start getting ready, wanting to look good but not wanting to look like you're trying. A very hard line to walk but you were determined to do so.
A few minutes before six, the doorbell rings and your stomach fills with butterflies. Opening the door for Eddie, your heart stops inside your chest.
He's got his hair tied up in a bun at the back of his head, a few loose curls framing his face. Black jeans and combat boots with chains hanging from the belt, and a faded, well-worn Dio shirt.
His entire face lights up when he sees you, a beaming smile gracing his lips and you're almost ready to fall to your knees and begin proclaiming your everlasting love and devotion to him.
"You look beautiful" He says in lieu of a greeting, eyes roaming your body. You bite your lip softly and his eyes darken, tracing your movement.
"Thanks" You feel almost shy, "Should we go?"
He holds his arm out for you to take and you laugh softly, pulling your door shut behind you and slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow.
He leads you to his car, opening the door for you and closing it after you. Sliding into the drivers seat, his fingers drum against the wheel as he starts the car.
"Where are you takin' me tonight?" You ask softly, turning to look at him as he drives.
"We, my dear, are going to the park"
He glances at you as he says it, the tips of his ears going pink when he realizes you're already watching him.
"The park?" You ask, surprise colouring your voice, "Thought you were taking me out to dinner."
He laughs softy and you feel like you've just won a competition, a prize.
"We're havin' dinner at the park" He beams, "I was going to take you to a restaurant but Steve said not to do that and Robin said you'd like something more personal anyway."
You honestly feel as if you could float, you scrunch your nose at the feeling.
"You talk about me to your friends, huh?" You settle for teasing, enjoying the way Eddie's ears and cheeks bloom with a blush.
"Of course I do" He admits, "I really like you"
You feel your own face heat at his admission and you inhale sharply.
“I- um. I like you, too” You stumble over your words, face flaming and chest tight.
You steadfastly look out the windscreen and miss the look Eddie throws you, like you just handed him the moon. You bite your lip when you feel fingers brush against the side of your hand and shudder when you shift, letting your fingers spread and tangle with his, your palms pressed together.
“I’m glad” He murmurs, giving your hand a soft squeeze before he huffs a laugh, “Would’a made all this kinda awkward if you didn’t.”
You glance over at him and he’s already looking at you, warm smile on his face. He winks, focuses back on the road and lets go of your hand to turn. It doesn’t take much longer for the car to slow to a stop, a comfortable silence settling over you both.
Eddie’s a whirlwind as he rushes out of the car, tripping over his feet as he races to your door before you’ve even finished undoing your seat belt. Laughter bubbles up your throat and you’re chuckling by the time he’s pulling open the door, his cheeks blushing sweetly and eyes warm.
“You’re a dork” You laugh, taking his hand as he holds it out for you, he just smiles wider.
“Y’know, I have been told that” He murmurs as he pulls you closer to him, your breath hitches, “Now. Stand there and look pretty for me while I get our picnic ready.”
You bite your lip and lean against the hood of the car, watching him as he takes out a cooler, basket, blankets and pillows out of the car and rushing back and forth to a nearby tree. It’s tall and old and he sets up the picnic between gnarled roots. Once it’s laid out to his satisfaction he moves to stand in front of you, his fingers reach out and brush against your forearm.
“Good to go?” You ask, voice barely a whisper. He nods, eyes flicking over your face and he gently takes your hand in his, leading you to the blanket.
It’s kind of perfect, honestly. Too many pillows and blankets and Eddie’s brought so much food and there’s soft drinks (I didn’t know what kind you like and I didn’t want to bring booze because I’m driving and like I didn’t want you to think - Eddie breathe).
It’s a lot perfect.
You ask each other questions, you learn anything you can (his favourite colour is, surprisingly, lavender - “it was my mom’s, she used to have this knitted cardigan with little lavender flowers all over it.”)
You talk and talk and talk and the sun slips past the horizon and washes you both in soft golden oranges and reds. You shift closer to Eddie as the night air begins to cool your skin, Eddie notices your shiver because of course he does - he wraps one of the many blankets around your shoulders, presses his body against your side.
"Eddie?" You murmur, resting your cheek onto his shoulder, the soft fabric of his shirt rubs against your cheek.
"Yeah, honey?" He's just as quiet as you, nose brushing along your hairline. Something inside you shudders and trembles before settling into a soft glowing warmth.
"Thank you" Your face turns, forehead pressing against his cheek, "This has been easily the best date I've been on."
He cups your cheek and raises your face to his, your noses brush and he holds you against him.
"Baby, I'm the one who should be thanking you," His voice is rough and sincere, his eyes boring into yours, "For even giving me a chance. For letting me text you all day, every day. For making our interview so fun."
Baby, baby, baby, the word rattles around in your brain and you think you could cry. You're not sure how you've ended up here but you are and you are so, so grateful.
"Remind me to thank Robin for suggesting I interview you." Your words brush against his lips and you're leaning in, pressing your lips against his.
Eddie doesn't hesitate, kissing you back softly, sweetly. It's perfect. The date, the kiss, him. You kiss and kiss and kiss. He keeps it soft and sweet, innocent almost, and you want and want.
You sit together, wrapped up in each other and blankets, trading little kisses until your eyes begin to droop and you're yawning more than you are kissing Eddie. He rubs his palms up and down your arms.
"C'mon, I'll take you home, sweetheart."
You let him help you up, let him guide you to the car, let him assist you into your seat. You watch as he quickly packs up the picnic and loads the car.
You watch, head turned to rest against the seat as he starts the car. You watch as his gaze drifts from the road to you every few minutes and watch his hands as they hold the wheel and you watch as he parks the car in front of your building.
He turns and watches you, watching him.
"You're really sweet, Eddie." You say softly, limbs tingling as his lips curl softly at your words, your smile turns into something more teasing, "Knew you were hot shit but sweet too? Talk about a whole package here."
Eddie's cheeks are bright red and he's pressing his lips together tightly, he shakes his head fondly.
"Bed time for you, I think," and then he's walking you to your door, warm hands holding your face and a kiss being pressed against your lips, "Goodnight baby, dream sweet."
You murmur a soft goodnight, get home safe, please let me know when you're home safe, and then you're in bed, clutching your phone and waiting for that I'm home text.
You fall asleep between one breath and the next.
You don't get to see Eddie for a while after that, but you speak everyday - all day if you can. Good morning texts and random anecdotes about your days, soft words and sweeter wishes, I miss yous and goodnights.
You're swamped with work, fielding emails because apparently you're super popular now - Eddie's video went viral and now everyone's trying to book you for interviews and the comments on every one of your social media's. It's exhausting, honestly.
You call Eddie to complain, and he coos at you, teasing you and taking your mind off the sudden explosion of work.
"That's not nice, you're mean," You pout, phone pressed against your cheek, heart fluttering at Eddie's smooth laughter.
"Thought I was sweet, baby" He teases, recalling your sleepy words on your date. You can picture his wide smile as he teases you, and you just want.
"Are you busy?" You ask on a sigh, expecting the answer to be yes - Eddie's been telling you that he's on a roll with new songs and music, said he's been inspired. "Wanna see you, like, a lot. I know it's only been a couple weeks but-"
"For you? I'm free as a bird" He sounds like an absolute angel, "Want me to come over?"
And, well. That sounds perfect.
"Please. I'll cook us dinner, if you like."
"Heaven sent, you." Eddie groans, softly. "I'll be there in like twenty minutes, baby."
It feels more like five before you're letting him into your apartment. You've barely got the door shut before his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest and holding you.
"Missed you too, baby." Eddie says into your hair, arms squeezing you softly.
You go boneless against him, stress melting away in the safe circle of Eddie's arms. Eddie presses quick kisses to your hair, forehead, temples, wherever he can reach without pulling away.
You lean back, press your lips against his and you loose yourself in the sensation of being held close and kissed by Eddie Munson.
It's nothing like the sweet kisses you shared during your date. It's a little more. More intense, more burning and has you feeling weak in the knees.
Eddie's tongue brushes against your lower lip, and your insides light up like fireworks. Your lips part on a sigh and Eddie dips his tongue inside your mouth teasingly before he pulls away. Pecking you softly and smiling at you.
"Hey"
"Hey, gorgeous girl." His eyes go soft, warm, "No stressin' about work, alright?"
You nod, step back, tug at his hand, lead him to your couch and pull him down with you. You curl into him and Eddie wraps his arms around you again.
A kiss is pressed to the top of your head.
"What do you feel like for dinner?" You ask, cheek pressed firmly against his chest. Your stomach flutters at the feel of solid muscle beneath your skin, the warmth of him, the steady rise of his breathing, the beat of his heart.
His grip on you tightens and he's pulling you down as he lays, forcing you between him and the back of the couch. One of his hands grips your waist tight and the other is gently cradling your head to his chest.
"Anything. You could make me burnt toast and I'd be the happiest person alive," You snort and he tilts your face up slightly, "I'm serious. You're amazing, you really are. And I'm not just saying that because I like you so much, well, I mean, I guess I kinda am but you know what I mean. You're so, so smart, and funny and talented and passionate and caring, charming and so beautiful."
You're shifting so you're hovering over him slightly, face inches away from his as he talks. You've never been one to associate those things about yourself but as Eddie says it, you think you believe it. Your chest feels like it's going to burst and you slide your hand up from his side, resting against his own racing heart while he continues,
"Like, I was so gone for you even before we met. Is that weird? That's weird but I would see the photos Robin would take of you when the two of you hung out and like, sure I thought you were the prettiest person I've ever seen but then she would start telling us stories about you and oh man, you were my dream girl. Absolutely. And then Robin's calling me, asking me to do you a favor? I said yes so fast she laughed at me and hung up."
You're grinning now as he talks, it's a little embarrassing but you feel happy, adored.
"And then, then I was there with you and you were even prettier in person and so goddamn funny? My heart just about gave out and -"
You cut him off by kissing him.
You both melt into it. Eddie's fingers tangling into your hair, keeping you close. You press against his chest and slide your body over his, covering him completely as you slowly run out of air. You pull away, take a deep breath and press right back in. Eddie makes a small sound at the back of his throat and the hand that's not holding your head, slides down to the small of your back, pressing and keeping you firmly against him, like you'd want to be anywhere else.
The kiss quickly heats, gets messier, desire and fire and something a whole lot like love thrum through your veins and you want and need.
You shift slightly, rocking your hips gently down and oh, oh.
Eddie groans, his hand splayed over your lower back moves, grips your ass and pulls you down to him. He rocks against you and you feel him getting hard beneath you and you're moving. Slipping off him, getting to your feet as you fist at his shirt, tugging him up with you and then you're both stumbling to your room while trying to not break the kiss and feel as much of each other as you can.
Your arm slams into the door frame and your whine is lost in Eddie's lips, his hand gently rubs at your shoulder to soothe, and then you're on your bed, Eddie on top of you and pressing you into the mattress. His hair falls around your face, curtaining you both from the outside world and making you feel like there's no one else - time slows and stops and then its you and Eddie, the last two people on the planet.
His lips travel, moving from yours and down your jaw, your neck. He leans over and presses a few quick kisses to your shoulder where you banged it before he's at your throat again, doing his best to cover you in his marks, whether it's from his lips or teeth.
You hold him close and squirm, breathing heavy through parted, kiss swollen lips. His hand slips under your shirt, fingertips gently brushing along your side and coming to rest at your waist. You whine out his name and struggle to free your legs from under him, Eddie lifts slightly and you quickly wrap your legs around his hips, locking you together.
"Eds" You breathe out as he nips at your neck, he trembles and stops, lifting his head and looking at you like you were responsible for lighting the sun and hanging the stars in the sky.
"Eds," You sigh, fingers caressing his face, "Want you."
You see his expression shudder with desire and he surges up, kissing you.
"You've got me," He says, voice rough and deep, "You got me. Wanna make you feel good, baby, can I?"
You nod and press a soft yes Eddie, yes into his lips and then you're both pulling at clothes. Slowly revealing yourselves to each other, it's slow and lazy as you both touch and look your fill with each new bit of skin shown.
Desire is under your skin, but it's simmering, a slow burn that lets you focus on sharing yourself with Eddie rather than a desperate need to be filled.
He kisses and mouths at every inch of your skin, hands touching and caressing anywhere and everywhere. You've never felt so wanted as you do right now with Eddie pressing kisses along your chest and down your torso, with his hands gently keeping you from falling apart.
He kisses his way down until he's reached the waistband of your pants, eyes flicking up to yours. You hold his face, smile, give a small nod, watch as Eddie's eyes slip closed and he presses his lips to your fingertips, you burn.
Eddie slowly shimmies you out of your pants, then his own, and you're both naked together. He sighs quietly as he kneels in between your legs, fingers skating up your calf and thigh. His eyes are darting around like he's trying to drink you in and keep you, how you are right now, burned in his memory.
You do the same.
He's lean, pale skin stretched over wiry muscles. Years of lugging heavy equipment has toned his arms, shoulders, chest. You trace one of his tattoos on his thigh, the closest you can reach without moving - there's so many more than you thought and you want to catalogue every single one, with your fingers and lips and eyes.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
The moment feels delicate, gentle, and loud words don't feel right. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, gently pull.
"Eddie"
You're just as quiet, his name leaving your lips on a soft breath. He leans down and softly kisses you before he's moving again, settling down between your legs and your legs shake as you feel the first press of his lips against you.
He's slow about it, running his tongue along your folds like he's got nowhere else to be. It's gentle and soft and has you quaking. You bury your fingers in his hair and Eddie's gripping your thighs, bringing you impossibly closer. He moans so quietly you would have missed it if it weren't for the vibration shooting through you and stoking the fire building under your skin.
"Eddie," You moan, tugging on his hair, "Eddie"
You chance a look at him, and your eyes almost roll back at the sight. He looks blissed out, eyes almost closed and face slack as he eats you out like you're the best damn thing he's ever tasted.
It doesn't escape your notice that he's rocking his hips down, grinding onto the mattress, and that's oh, oh that's enough.
You yank hard enough on his hair that he pulls away, his lips swollen and red, his chin and jaw covered in your slick. You twist and reach for your bedside drawer, praying you didn't forget to replace your expired condoms. You almost cheer out loud when your fingers brush one.
You kiss him as you tear it open, fingers finding Eddie's cock and rolling it on, he whines as you touch him.
Eddie guides you into laying back on the bed, settling between your legs. He's covering you completely, arms and hair surrounding you and caging you in, and he looks at you, eyes finding yours.
"Eddie"
He brushes his nose along yours. His lips gently caress your skin. He hums, and soft words are breathed into your cheek - I've got you baby, you're perfect, so perfect.
Then he's pressing inside you.
He moves slowly as he fills you, trembling moans falling from both your lips. Your eyes burn, tears stinging and you struggle to breathe. You've never felt so full, so wanted, so complete.
"Shh, darling"
He rolls his hips against yours and you cling to him, fingers digging into his arms and back.
"Eddie"
He whispers your name and begins to gently thrust into you. It's heaven. It's rapture. You've never felt so connected to another and you're sure you're seeing your death, your life. Time slips away, it's just you and him, him and you, together.
Eddie keeps the pace slow, gentle, it makes you feel wanted and adored. Desired. You rock your hips up in time with him and he groans, presses his forehead against yours.
"Baby, baby. Look at me."
He's pleading, almost begging you. Your fingers grip him tightly and put your eyes open, find his. Something ignites and you feel yourself hurtling towards your climax.
"With me," Eddie moans, hips rolling faster, "Baby. Baby. With me."
"Yeah, yeah. Eddie."
Your fingers dig harder into his back and you tremble, keeping your eyes locked on his. Fireworks explode in your nerves and you're shaking apart, whining loudly as you drown in bliss.
Eddie's hips stutter and he groans until he's stilling, panting and boneless. He's still buried inside you and he settles his weight a little more firmly on you as you share oxygen, pressed so close that you can't be sure you haven't become one - melded together and fused.
You don't burn it, but you end up having toast for dinner.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fic#i:my writing#eddie munson fluff
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new toy - stan bowes x fem reader
*smut*
*not proofread*
Stan comes home with a new toy! Though it's not one you expect...
wattpad: s1ut4evan
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The warmth of my tea fogged up my glasses as I took a sip. I sat my book face down on the couch to keep its place while I tried to de-fog my lenses. Just then, headlights from a car flashed across the wall, telling me that Stan was home. I placed my glasses down next to my book before I got up to go greet him.
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I heard the garage door open while I walked down the hallway. But I was confused...the engine of our car seemed louder. Different. Without a second thought I entered the garage and was met with a cherry red Mustang.
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My mouth gaped open. I couldn't believe my eyes. Stan exited the vehicle revealing a huge smile on his face. "I-I.. wait.. wha- the fuck?!" was all I managed to say. "How bout her baby? What you think of our new ride?" Stan held out his arms like he was begging for a hug.
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I placed my hand over my mouth before walking towards him. His large arms wrapped tight around me as the warmth of his kissed tapped the top of my head. Still speechless, I looked up at Stan, unable to grasp what is going on. "Hey now don't worry, we're able to afford it after all with my new promotion." he shook his head to assure me.
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"I just can't believe..my dream car! Holy shit!" I jumped up and down like a child on Christmas morning. "You're the best baby!" I lifted my arms and placed them around Stan's neck before kissing him. I felt his hands grip my waist, "Anything for you my love."
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All this excitement caused me to quake at my core. Stan really would do anything for me. My hand began to trace his jaw line before leading down his torso. He bit his lip while his fingers took a firm grip around my neck. "Let's break our new toy in." I said before pulling on his waist band.
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Stan didn't hesitate as he laid me across the hood of the car. His hands traveled up my gown to caress my breasts. I gasped as he sucked on my neck while his member grew hard in his pants, pressed against my heat. I flinched as his rough fingers teased my clit through my soaked panties.
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"Fuck yeah." he said before standing up to unbuckle his belt. I quickly slid off my panties, eager for him to enter me. My nipples shown through my thin gown, making his mouth water. Stan's eyes sparkled as I opened my legs revealing myself to him. I began sliding my fingers between my folds with a smirk on my face as I watched him struggle to get his pants off.
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He bit his tongue before anxiously dropping them to the floor. "I've got to have a taste." Stan said while lifting my legs. He leaned down to my heat, his breath caused me to shiver before he gently licked at my bud. I rested my legs on his shoulders as he held to my thighs. His lips suctioned around my clit while his tongue lightly tapped on my sweet spot.
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I felt myself getting close just as he pulled away. He laughed as I groaned out in frustration. "No worries pumpkin, you're getting everything you want." My cheeks turned red at those words. Stan once again lifted my legs to push them apart, placing his tip at my entrance. I pulled him in close so we were face to face.
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We kissed heavily while he slowly entered me, allowing my walls to adjust. I gasped as his pace sped up. His pumps caused the whole car to move with each thrust. "Wait, this won't hurt the car will it?" I whispered in his ear. Stan shook his head, "No baby."
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And with that I was all for him pounding me on top of our new "toy". I wrapped my legs around his waist for support as his pace quickened. The sweat dripped from his forehead onto mine. I started into his eyes as I felt the familiar pressure build. He held onto my waist with one hand and leaned against the car with the other.
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"I love you baby." I whimpered before releasing on his length. "Fuck.." Stan said before pulling out and painting my stomach. He smirked, "Oh I love you too babe. Damn." he tried to catch his breath. "Now," he said, "how about we take this baby for a ride?" while lightly smacking the top of the car.
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Allllrighty. So it's been like 2 months since I last posted. 😭 I've been in such a writing rut so I'm so so sorry if this is complete trash but I'm trying ugh. I promise I will have bigger and better things coming! Thank you all for love and support of my smut journey. 🩷
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Okay, I need to be serious and put this somewhere for one because I need to let people know wtf is going on in full because it affects a lot of shit, because I need to talk about it, and because I need to figure out what I'm going to do.
The relationship with S, my now separated, still cohabitating and coparenting with former partner has been getting worse and worse. She has barely worked since January has made minimal efforts at best in helping with childcare, has borrowed over seven grand in total from myself and other sources that I know of to lose all of it in an online honeypot scheme, has as yet barely done anything to try and recover those funds and because of all of this, left me in the situation of having to drain everything from my transition gfm just to cover april's rent and some of the bills, and then left me still having to fundraise just this week to cover stuff.
On top of this she's still being inadvertently (I'm assuming) transmisogynistic on a regular basis. And refuses to learn or do any better, unless, you know, I'm actively calling her out in the middle of it, and even then it's a whole other fight, that often turns into other abuses lkke her threatening to just immediately abandon me with the kids.
I don't feel remotely safe here, i am in constant stress, I can't focus well enough to work even when I'm not being constantly interrupted for things, and financially there is no way I can keep doing all this. I'm also physically exhausted from all this plus the workout regime I'm having to pull to get down to surgery weight (though with my recovery fund getting constantly emptied, part of me is in Does It Even Matter mode, while the rest realizes that somehow a gym full of cishet people in lynnwood is somehow SAFER than here.)
I don't know what to do. I don't really have options, and i need out. Affording here on my own would be equally impossible, so forcing S out isn't really a great option. I'd need around 6k a month to cover EVERYTHING fully doing it as a business, and there just isn't enough coming in. I need help and I need options.
And I'm aware that yeah, just. A bigass rant with context missing in parts and no real call for action or anything. Mostly I want folks including customers to know what's going on. Please don't cancel existing orders, I'm still working to try and fill them. Please don't send me resource links for shelters and such. I'm not running yet. Ideally, I need an out, and a place on my own free and clear, but I don't know how to get there from here yet. And I'll update later eith specific asks for help if and when I figure out what those are. I just need folks to udnerstand that things are kinda sucking for me right now and it's going to be rather hard for a while.
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I think the issue is that while I hate the centrist establishment with a fervor and in a perfect world I'd be more loud and proud about that, the reality is that especially as an autistic trans woman I often don't have the freedom to not perform conformity without my ability to self-determine being taken away. As much as this country supports the "good ones", the public will still turn on anyone who looks like a "bad one" without a second thought, so I can't afford to look like a bad one if I want to protect myself. And when I look in the mirror I know that's some coward bitch shit but I also know it's a battle I can't win alone, and losing it wouldn't help anyone. Shit sucks.
But yeah I could stand to be more punk.
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Since it was brought up. Why do so many people have this weird protective boner for rich people anyway? You can't call out rich people for being completely out of touch, without someone being like "Yeah but…" I don't fucking care about the "Yeah but…" Why the fuck should I care about the feelings of a rich bitch who can live in the lap of luxury while the asses of myself, friends and family can't afford to fucking live?
Do any people out there actually unironically believe that a queer millionaire has any-fucking-thing in common with poor queer people? POC rich people with poor POC people? Those rich people don't give a shit, they care about their own richness, and then the other rich people, before they even would look at you with their ass. "But they donate money." Yeah, I too would donate if I had the money, and I got that big delicious tax-write off for it. Alas, I don't got fucking money, thanks for asking.
Some dumb rich asshole living in a fucking insane asylum looking home tells us "Get off your ass and work." while she just had someone get off in her ass. "But that isn't whar happened." Don't care, fuck rich people who think that they get to tell poor people "You choose to be poor because you don't work." don't get more respect from me.
Oh wow some chick who was raised rich made her own company by getting some of her parents money and is now even richer. Let's all clap for the "self-made" millionaire. Bet she also got a smaaaaaall loan of a million dollars. I mean, if she failed fuck all would happen because she was rich before, but come on, she's rich and famous, so she's super special. Yeah... how does that work out for people who wanna start a business who DON'T have money laying around for a little ego project?
Some rich boys get to be the star in the show "Nepo baby, when getting popped out into a rich family opens all the doors." but because they're gay and POC, we don't wanna call them out because the poor rich people might feel oppressed for being called rich nepo baby fucks being called out on their privilege.
You remember Hawaii? Who went there and bought land while the natives were still grieving? Rich assholes. Who owns land and properties on Hawaii while not being native, but then also looked all puppy dog sad asking for donations? Oh Oprah? Wow, see how much she cares about the poor POC people in Hawaii. Give back those fucking properties to the Natives. "Oh but she helped by giving 5 millions, and water and blankets." You know what else she could give? The fucking land back to the natives who need it. She and all the other fucko rich people like Bezos, for whom Hawaii is just a little holiday island. 👏Rich👏fucks👏give👏back👏the👏land👏to👏the👏Natives👏and then never come back.
Rich people fucking suck. They don't care for you, they don't care if you're "one of them", if you're not rich, you're worthless. So why the fuck do people of the middle and lower class constantly get into actual fights to play saviour for some ugly ass rich bastard who doesn't give a shit about them? We don't fucking need people who can buy and take away the lands from Natives, and we don't need nepo babies who tell us we choose to be poor.
Fuck rich people.
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Life Talk
Discussing how I'm dealing with Things beneath the cut.
I doubt I'll be able to say anything about the US election results that you haven't seen a million times before. I wasn't sure if I should bother commenting. I'm not sure where I am in the processing stages, so... Forgive me if my tone is weird. I definitely feel weird.
First thing's first; I've anticipated this outcome since people started blaming Biden for inflation. That's a typical thing in American politics; whoever is in charge currently is blamed for everything, which often causes the presidency to swap from D to R and back, regardless of where problems began. Of course, if voters really were worried about the economy, well... The Trump tariffs are a laughably, horrifically bad solution. But... I don't think the average American voter understands tariffs. So like. Whelp. There's a very real reason why Rs want to gut public education. Well, there are several, but yeah, a less educated populace is easier to fleece.
Obviously there are a million other horrible things going on here; if I tried to get into them all, I would never finish this post. But I can't say I'm experiencing shock or betrayal. I knew many Americans hate women, POC, the queer community, and others more than they care about their own self interests. Although most, I think, are simply not educated enough to understand that their self interests are at risk, and many others were sucked into the far right cult stuff years ago. Rs always scream about the liberal media, but so much American media (and social media!) is owned by the right, or is at least paid off by them. I'm wondering, as education continues to fail, especially given the next administration, will Americans have any hope of thinking beyond whatever Facebook posts and news in the pocket of (or in fear of) the right tells them?
We're in a bad way, but this didn't happen on the day of the election. We've been living in this environment for years, now. Are things about to get worse? Yes, of course. I think it's an important time to remember who your friends and loved ones are, to lean on them and check in on them, to do stupid fun stuff with them. And I think it's time to step away from the doom scrolling and inventing horrible what-if scenarios. Obviously this is a scary time; I'm not trying to diminish that. But spiraling causes pain now, PLUS more pain later if the bad thing comes to pass.
I've seen some interesting posts with actionable ideas. Get a passport ASAP, look into moving (to blue states, out of climate change buffer areas, or internationally if you can, although obviously that is not easy nor readily available), think about if your industry will be impacted by tariffs and sweeping federal government layoffs, get sterilized if you know you don't want kids, get that medical appointment you've been pushing off. Actionable stuff is productive! Spiraling isn't. Although uhhh, that's easier said than done. I'm just trying to push myself in a better direction, here.
As for me, here are some fractured snippets of how I've been feeling:
-Mourning. Shit, I'm 35. Trump will be in office until I'm 39. My child bearing window is closing. Are we not having a family bc of orange oompah loompah and his country and world destroying policies?
-I'm aware that I will be buffered from some things, purely because of how I look, where I live, etc. And the fact that I'm married to a safe man who adores me affords some protection. I feel weird about it, but must acknowledge it, so I don't get uhh. Disconnected from people who are more vulnerable than me. I think that Democratic politicians who mean well, but don't experience what so many Democrat constituents go through/suffer with for various reasons, becoming so... Out of touch and unrelatable... Um, I think that played a role in getting us here. It's difficult for these politicians to organize or affect change when their life experience is... Just overall safer by default. And this applies to people who aren't politicians, too, just on a less official level.
Those of us who are comparatively safer for various reasons need to hear people who are less safe and acknowledge that some things impact us differently, and we need to prioritize what the most vulnerable need.
-On the day before the election, I started Googling how to become a witch and books on witchcraft. I did it with a wry grin, because I'm aware that magic/witchcraft/New Age stuff/tarot/crystals/mysticism/etc surge in popularity during times of political and economic strife. Meaning that they are SUPER FUCKING POPULAR right now, and have been for a while. You might know that I'm a Seeker (tarot practitioner), but I'm also a scientist. I'm... not the most spiritual person.
But, like, FUCK IT. Time to become a witch. Time to creep into the wild woods and make a hut and live with the bears. TIME TO CURSE SOME MF-ers!
I told my reasonable friend. Here is our conversation:
Hidden: So I'm googling witch books.
Friend: No. We don't turn to magic in the face of tragedy. We drink hot cocoa.
Hidden: FINE I GUESS (hrmph!!!!)
I told another friend the same:
Friend: How are you holding up?
Hidden: Googling how to become a witch. So... yeah.
Friend: How... how DO you become a witch?
Hidden: IDK, that's why I'm googling it.
Sigh. I might still buy that book on the history of witchcraft and paganism. What, it's history! xD
-Otherwise, I've been weirdly fortunate that work has been so demanding. I've been learning more about in silico analysis lately (using huge protein databases to predict how developable a new antibody based drug might be, which residues to change, and how immunogenic your antibody might be). I'm learning and doing so much that I come home exhausted, but like. Maybe that's the lack of sleep on Tuesday night talking.
-I've been leaning into the animal of myself these last few days. The soft, squishy, vulnerable meat of me. Sleep and work and food and relying on my partner bond with my husband. Listening to his heartbeat, feeling the low rumble of his voice when we cuddle, letting skin on skin release safe and happy hormones.
-I think I need to get off reddit and its eternal doom. Like, permanently. Tumblr and Insta are the only other social media I use, but Tumblr is all digimon and Insta is all cats and dolls. I'm hoping the political posts that aren't primarily actionable die down on Tumblr soon, so I don't need to spend less time here, but obviously people need to post what they are going to post. If I'm here less, this is likely why.
Most of all, do what you can to beat back despair. I don't really have comforting words, except that you're not alone. Other people DO think and feel the way you do now. Let's all try to be there for each other, distract one another, and maybe have some hugs and hot drinks. Or like... start a coven, idk.
You are loved. Ask for help if you need to, offer it if you can.
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When I was a kid i thought everyone was pretending to be happy and so i hated all of them. I hated that they were lying to my face when I wasn't happy and they were just forcing me to be depressed in silence .
I think that kinda made me associate being happy with lying. There's really not that much in my life to be happy about. I mean yeah I got a few things but ultimately it's shit. I think that's why I hate social interactions so much. I don't like pretending that all of our lives aren't overwhelmingly shit.
There's certain things i like but that doesn't change the fact that I'm busting my ass to fit in a system that could not care less about the wellbeing of its workers. I hate that I het to profit from children in third world countries making my clothes. I hate it. I hate the fact that I have to suck up to some rich asshole just to hope that he gives me enough money to be able to not end up on the streets.
I just can't see myself not caring about that. I can't fathom that some people are able to live their lives normally while the comfort they enjoy was determined by the fact that they weren't born poor or because they are exploiting the workers who can't afford to stand up to them. I just can't see how most people around me don't care about that.
I will be an asshole to anyone I don't like i don't give a shit but I simply cannot imagine myself living a fufilling life when the system that is in place is built to take advantage of people who had no say in the matter. I loathe the fact that the computer i'm using to write this with has been made by people who weren't payed enough to do so. I fucking hate that the people who came up with the way to build it were not compensated proportionally to how much revenue their labour genereated. I hate that the people who do the work are not compensated as much as the guy who pays them.
i fucking hate all of it. And I'm better than these guys I say k1ll them in minecraft and take all their minecraft diamonds
(sorry for the rant i did not expect to be writing a manifesto but im just so pissed that i can't do anything about all of it. I already ain't all there in my head but I'm always aware that the only reason i get to feel comfort is because there thousands of kids killing themselves to make sure i don't have to pay too much for my little trinkets. It's so disgusting to me)
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Maybe following 3,000 people isn't great
Because I fucking hate scrolling through this fucking site now
I'm not even joking, I fucking hate this shit
This site sucks ass
Also if this post has less than 10 notes in 3 hours I'm deleting it
I know this is completely my fault. I also don't give a fuck
I'm too tired to curate my page to be decent for me
I'm so fucking tired
This site sucks ass
Reddit sucks ass
Tumblr sucks ass
The Internet fucking sucks
Google is constantly bitching at me to pay for more space in my account cause I habitually download every Tumblr and reddit image resulting in 13 gigabytes of bullshit
I fucking hate this
Anyway
I'll find better stuff to post tomorrow
Or not
I don't know
I'm so fucking tired
Kill myself
What the fuck do I do with my time now? Is there another site or app worth my time?
Tumblr's ass, I'll still use it but it's dogshit
I'm too tired to even do reddit anymore
Twitter is fucking disgusting and gets worse by the day because of dipshit mcmusk
And that's all that comes to mind
YouTube is constant background noise, but the algorithm there is fucked up too
I hate every video thats recommended to me
I'm not doing fucking tiktok
I don't care about my standards anywhere else, but no fucking tiktok
What else is there now?
Oh yeah, I can't comment on webtoon because I accidentally said fuck in a comment, so all the fun community stuff there is gone now too
All the webtoons suck ass anyway
The only fucking app that hasn't disappointed me is cookie clicker
Been playing it for like 400 days
I make continual progress
I just check in every two days to pop the wrinklers
Then after a month or two on a run I check in after a week
Until my legacy points start to plateau, then I reset
And get all the upgrades I can afford
Buy 5 grandmas, then 90 more, then as many more as I can afford that'd a multiple of 100
I do the same on everything else
Except the fractile engines, which I buy as many as possible, no matter the multiple
And buy all the items
Then at that point I start the research facilities, then start one, and check back in 30 minutes until I've researched them all
Then I top off the fractile engines and leave for a day
Then check every day, popping the wrinklers until a week in, then every 2 days. Then after a few months once every week
Then I do it all again
And spend all the legacy points on the upgrades I can afford
It's rewarding you know
Consistent anyway
Unlike reddit and Tumblr and Twitter and YouTube and everything else, it doesn't fuck me over on the algorithm whatever the fuck
Reddits decent for the porn, that's all
You know, I used to use a lot of sites for porn
Dozens and dozens of sites bookmarked
Then at some point I started to only use r34 reddit nhentai, and occasionally the good ol hub
I didn't use to have accounts, I'd depend on my memory for different images and accounts and artists and comics and shit
Then I made accounts on r34 phub reddit e6 gelb nhentai and half a dozen others
And started saving things
It used to be a fun game to try to remember
Now it's gone
But I'm too tired to continue that anyway
Anyway, same shit everything else as with the porn at this point
No variety
Nothing fun
It's all annoying bullshit
With the Advent of machine learning chat bot whatever the fucks, there's a little bit new
But aside from that, it's just the same thing every day
I'm so fucking tired of living like this duxe
The fucking internet used to mean something
Now it's just the boring status quo bullshit
And I know that it's because of me
But still
It fucking sucks
I don't want to do this shit
And I spend like 10 hours a day on the Internet too
More than ever
But I'm not happy
Barely entertained
But it kills time
If I need information, porn, music, videos, whatever elze
Entertainment
I get it
But I'm not happy about it
It's shitty
I feel like shit
Like, my life outside the internet is decent. But the Internet consumes so much of it, and I don't even like it anymore
I don't know if there's a fix
Or if I should just stop being so online and shit
I'm too tired to do anything anyway
I don't know
I take pride in what I achieve for some reason
But as soon as I get the imaginary goal point, I don't give a shit
Over a year I got a shit ton of reddit karma on a new accoutn
A specific number, that I won't say to keep myself from seeming like I'm trying to brag
But once I got it, I no longer cared to comment or post
Over 2 or 3 months, I don't remember, whenever 196 shut down, I got a relative shit ton of followers
Again, a specific number, but I won't say
I'll keep that number secret, cause I can
But once I got this imaginary amount that I thought I'd never reach, I didn't care anymore
I still posted as much as I did before
But I got no joy out of it
I just post, wait a few hours, then check to see how many notes
If it's an amount equal to what I think is average for the amount of followers I have, I feel kinda good, then post again
But that's it
I don't scroll anymore, except occasionally on my followers profiles when I accidentally click on them while looking through my new notes
And I enjoy that
But other than those fleeting moments, and the small satisfaction I get from high note counts I don't care
I don't care for Tumblr or anything else on this shit
I don't know man, is this how other people do stuff on the Internet?
I don't think so, people always have strong emotions on the Internet
I emulate my internet behavior to match, which makes me think that maybe more people do the same as me
But I have no evidence
I don't know, I'm too fucking tired of this shit
I just got an apathy about the Internet at this point
Apps, sites, everything
I just don't care
But I'm always on it
It makes no sense
I should probably proofread this post as I go
This is just a stream of consciousness at this point
I won't check it as I go
Maybe I'll make this a thing
Just typing my unfiltered thoughts for like 30 minutes then posting
Depends on the notes I get
If the notes are bad I'll just delete it and forget about it
Who knows
I guess I keep trying to do that
I'll do something new on Tumblr like this
And think "oh, maybe this'll be a new thing I do" then it dies
At first it was my consistent posting of reddit shit for like a year ago
Then I stopped posting that consistently
Then it was random screenshots of mine
I even made a tag for that one
Then it died
I keep thinking of myself as someone important because of my follower count
Which doesn't make sense as it's not even a lot
But still
I don't know
My delusions of microcelebrity status are the only thing keeping me on this site/app at this point
If I didn't have that, and the fuel for the delusion that is notes I'd be gone
I did already fuck my recommended tab
And following tab
And tag tab
It's already all bullshit
I guess I can keep my narcissism about my status in this site because of the top post by notes tab on a blog
I just click into someones
And 9 times out of ten, they don't have top note counts even comparable to time
Which fuels the delusion
It's the same thing I'd do on reddit
"oh this person only has [x] karma, when they've been on reddit for 3 years. And I have triple that, and I've had this account for 6 months. I'm better"
Shit like this is what makes the internet garbage
I don't let it bleed into the theme of my posts and comments tho
I let it make me feel superior than everyone else
But if I made that obvious in any post it'd be for naught
For that reason I'm considering not posting this anymore
Whatever, this post is already super long rambling bullshit
If it gets good notes a single anecdote in it won't matter
And if it doesn't get good notes I'll delete it
Then there's no harm
I just thought of that reasoning now to keep doing this post
Cause I got sunk cost fallacy on this at this point
It was a vent thing at the start
Now it's just me trying to think mildly interesting shit to add
I guess I can use that other reasoning to post anything
If it goes bad, delete it, and no one would have saw it, and no one will, so I matters naught
And if it goes good, who gives a shit
Nothing I post would be bad, maybe cringe, maybe rambling bullshit, as this js
But not bad, so it'd be fine
I lost my train of thought
I think I was gonna say something else about what I'm posting, and how it would be fine
That's gone now
Poof, into the abyss that is lost thoughts
This does kill time tho
It's been like 40 minutes since I started this
This is basically what I do in my mind if I just let my mind run, uninterrupted
But here it's written down, with line breaks, and exact words rather than a mix of words and images and concepts
So it's more digestible
I suppose it's not completely true to say this is my pure train of thought, not just because of the exclusion of images and concepts
But also because I'm listening to music
Just enough to mild my mind so to speak
My mind is always going man, and if I don't have something to dampen it
Like music, or weird fidgety things I do with my hands (I don't know the word), or exact things to focus on, I think way too much
And spiral and shit in stress
But then my thoughts are too frantic and fast to write down before they disappear, so in a way this is as pure a log of thoughts as anything could be
You can tell the theme of how I sound now, vs at the beginning
If you don't want to scroll up you can just look at the tags
I typed them near the beginning
And haven't added to them
Nor deleted them
So you can just look slightly down to see the notes
It's not even the right topic anymore. It's still on reddit
And Tumblr and internet shit
Oh yeah, speaking of
I've just said my Tumblr scrolling is bad without specifying
But to specify now, it's like scrolling through Twitter
Weird serious discourses
Arguments
Peculiar topics
Shit like that
You know, not the Tumblr I had before
And if I don't like scrolling through Twitter, why would I be here? And that's the bind I'm in now
I only stick around anymore because of the notes, as I said
I'm back to using punctuation occasionally
Not too much, but at least some commas
No periods though, they seem too intense for a stream of consciousness thinf
Question marks too, but that's about all
Oh yeah, stuff I was talking about before
Webtoon
I shit talked webtoon
It's not too bad
I just fucking hate slice of life shit, dumb "funny" shit, and worst of all romance
I fucking hate romance webtoons
I can't stomach them
And webtoon is constantly shoving exactly those down your throat
And when my tolerance is low to begin with, and I enter webtoon, and it throws a fucking popup in my face for a dogshit new romance thing, I damn near snap my phone in half
But it's not too bad
I just read the fantasy/action/thriller/horror/drama (ones without romance shit) ones
But I can't navigate the canvas section decent at all
By design obviously, canvas doesn't make webtoon money, the originals do
But I'm too tired to work against them
So I only read originals
But at least they post regularly
I read around 70 webtoons now
Which is to say, I read the new episodes of them when they come out
With such a large selection, I have like 4 webtoons minimum updating every day at 7:00 pm
8:00 when there's time change
But 7:00 most of the timr
It notifies you at 7:30 but they update at 7:00
Except for the goblin one, which updates at like 7:20 for some reason
And the daily pass ones, those update at 8:00 for some reason
But they notify you directly at 8:00 for those if I remember correctly
Even still
I remember roughly which days are best
Tuesdays have the most, like 15 updated at once
And ones I really like too
Fridays have a handful, and the one daily pass that I read as they come out week by week
Saturdays have like 4 I really care about, then like 5 I think are mediocre, but they kill time so Saturdays are good
Mondays are ok, but that's about it
Wednesdays are kinda ass, but they're decent
Thursdays used to be amazing, but after like 3 I really care about went on hiatus, Thursdays don't matter anymore
But having like 60 (because 5-10 are on hiatus at a time) new episodes a week, divied up across the week pretty well
Is nice
Now, I did accidentally say fuck in a comment, because there was a guy shipping children and saying sexual stuff about it, then there was a reply on it from another guy defending it. So I got mad, and typed a paragraph saying why that was fucked up
But I said fuck
So I can't comment anymore
I don't know, webtoons ok tho
I was just pissed off earlier
What else was there
Oh yeah reddit
I've actually been temp banned from Reddit (like my entire account) twice for using up too much server space on bullshit
There's this thing where you type u/profanitycounter [self] and it tells you how many times youve said certain swears in like the past 500 comments
So, for a joke, twice I've copy pasted "cum cum cum cum cum cum cum cum...", The max amount of times you can in one comment (a few thousand, I can't remember), then do that in a comment chain with myself for like 150 comments in a row
And it takes me several hours, but it's funnt
But it resulted in a temp ban for 2 days
Then like 4 months later, a temp ban for a week
Cause I used too much space, or bandwidth or whatever the fuck doing that
Also I got banned from r/Barry for saying the last season was ass
And I got banned from r/notinteresting for a reason I don't fucking know
But aside from that, my accounts clean
With a shit ton of karma too
Oh yeah, I use the same username (or a derivative of it) for every porn site account I make.
If you can find it out somehow I'll give you the passwords to the accounts
I doubt anyone could, it's a different username than I use for anything else
But there's hints
If anyone cares I'll even give you a few more hints directly in a DM if you ask
Though I will be vague as fuck
Been doing this for over an hour now
I wasn't paying enough attention to when I started
I'm pretty sure I heard someone say that Tumblr has no character cap
Let's hope so
I'm too tired to continue this shit
I guess this ends it
Let me know if y'all want more bullshit like this
I, personally, always like an unfiltered look at someone mind
But that's me personally
Maybe my mind is bland and uninteresting
Who knows
I'll stick with what I said at the beginning tho
Less than 10 notes in 3 hours and this post going bye bye
I got a headache from this shit
I thought way more than I usually do
Now that I'm more chill, I don't hate tumblr
I fucked it up for me
But y'all are good
Tumblr's good
#196#fucking kill myself#i left reddit for this shit#and now I hate both#i lost what i had for scrolling and finding semi entertaining content#i fucking hate this#new tag in case this becomes regular; and if I remember to use it →#continuous thoughts
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