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orphicdreamers-wp · 3 months

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I Know The End — Nico Hischier

Summary; In which a rumor started turns into you staring the end of your lifelong dream in the eye

Content Warnings: Blackmail, false accusations of assault, mentions of cancer, mentions of blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of death during childbirth, angst, Jack & Luke Hughes acting out of character, pick me fem oc(Julia), Nico being caught in the crossfire, inaccuracies of being banned from the NHL, female NHL player

Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem Reader

You had always loved hockey, your father held the highest pride in his only daughter enjoying his favorite sport. He’d played hockey briefly for a professional team in Germany when you were really young. So it didn’t come as a surprise to him when you decided you wanted to play hockey as well. He was reserved to let you play, your mother had died a few years earlier. She died during childbirth with your younger brother, Vincent and your dad didn’t want to lose you too. But reluctantly he agreed to let you play, because he saw how much you loved it.

So you played hockey from your seventh year in school and you eventually made it onto the Professional Women’s League’s Boston team for about a year and a half. But that wasn’t where you heart was. Your father had encouraged you to go for the NHL, but he didn’t make it to your draft. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and had stopped responding to treatment just weeks before the draft was scheduled. He had passed away the night before you were drafted by the New Jersey Devils.

You knew before you were drafted that playing on a team with a bunch of guys wouldn’t be easy. You knew that you would find yourself the brunt of the jokes and facing a lot of hazing from the men. But you didn’t mind it, as long as you got to do what you loved you didn’t mind if the men who were on your team hated you and the idea of you being there. As time progressed only one of the players really seemed to be okay with your presence, Nico seemed to enjoy being around you. Whenever the team won and would go out to celebrate Nico always kindly extended the invitation to you, knowing the other guys weren’t.

You rarely accepted but whenever you did you found yourself enjoying the time spent with Nico and occasionally the other players when they were in decent enough moods to tolerate you. So it wasn’t a surprise when you and Nico wound up intertwined in each other and eventually became a couple. But that never would have worked out, not in a million years. So you and him broke up and within a month he was already seeing someone new. Her name was Julia, and you liked her enough. She was smart and kind. But if you knew then that she would be the reason your in the position you are you would have never spoken to her.

You were leaned against the boards untaping your stick after practice when your head coach Lindy Ruff approached you, “I need to see you in my office now.” You were taken aback by the urgency in his tone as you could feel eyes on you. You frowned slightly as you made your way to his office. You raised an eyebrow as you walked into a room full of men, you were used to it so you sat down and waited as an uncertain feeling loomed over your head.

Coach Ruff spoke ever so gently, as if he was scared of your reaction to the news he had, “I’m sure you know Comissioner Gary Bettman, Director of Officiating Stephen Walkom, Security Officer Miles Anderson and this is attorney Leslie Ryans.” You furrowed an eyebrow further growing confused, “What’s going on coach?” Coach Ruff blew out a deep breath, “Over the past 2 days a lot of rumors have been circulating regarding you and some unacceptable behavior.” You frowned, “I haven’t seen anything, what are you referring to?”

Coach Ruff slid a folder across the desk and you stared at the papers inside. It was printed out screenshots from a Twitter account. The tweet was from Nico’s current girlfriend, Julia. It went in depth of an alleged assault she experienced because at your hands because you were jealous of her and her relationship with Nico. You frowned as you shut the folder and dropped it on the desk, “Coach you don’t seriously believe I could do that, do you?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “This was not the decision made by just me Y/N. This was all the coaching staff here’s decision. Along with Director Walkom. But most importantly this was Commissioner Bettman’s decision. It looks bad for the organization. I’m sorry but the only choice I have is to remove you from my roster and tell you that you are barred from the team and the NHL as a whole for the foreseeable future.”

You shook your head as you stood up, feeling your voice raise, “This is unfair to me. You all just sat behind a closed door and unanimously decided that my career and my reputation were worthless while you believed baseless claims about me that have nothing to back them up?” You ran a hand over your damp cheeks, “How the hell is this fair to me?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “It’s out of my hands. Pack your stuff.” You shook your head, “How can you do this to me? To reach deep inside of me and pull out everything I have ever worked for and throw it on the ground so carelessly? I resent it.”

A sob wracked through your chest as you took a deep breath, “This is bullshit. I shouldn’t have left Germany, I can’t believe your taking the last piece of my dad away from me. I resent that and I resent you all for that.” You opened the door to the office and were met with Nico, Jack and Luke sporting solemn expressions. Your eyes were bloodshot and stained with tears.

You walked past them and began to empty the contents of your locker. Nico spoke quietly, “Are you okay?” You glared at him as you dropped some of you items into the box, “Like you care.” You dropped the last items in your box as you began to untape the photos of you and your dad and your friends in various places. You picked up your box, the past 4 years of your life amounting to a single box. You sighed as you walked past Nico, “Keep your lying ass bitch away from me. Or god help me it won’t be a rumor anymore.”

Nico frowned at your words, “What the hell is she talking about?” Luke let out a defeated sigh, “This.” He handed Nico his phone as Nico slowly digested the information he was reading. He handed Luke his phone as he found himself driving to Julia’s house. The door opened and Julia smiled widely at the sight of her boyfriend, “Hi baby!” Nico’s tense demeanor didn’t shift, “Why would you post that? I know that’s a lie, why?” Julia’s face paled, “Why do you care? It’s not about you!”

Nico scoffed, “Because you just got her fired for good. She’s banned from the NHL, not just fined. This was the most important thing to her. Why would you do that?” Julia’s voice lowered, sounding similar to a small child who was in trouble, “Jack asked me to get rid of her.” Nico’s eyes widened, “What?” Julia’s eyes watered, “Jack told me that if I didn’t find a way to get her off the team he would tell you about me and Dawson.” Nico raised an eyebrow, “What about you and Dawson?” Julia sniffled, “We hooked up at that party Jack threw.” Nico scoffed, “I don’t care. We’re over, fix this.”

A good month had passed and you had finally accepted that you were done in the NHL. You were packing up your apartment in New Jersey so you could move home to Germany with your grandparents and finally start school. Your phone rang, you frowned slightly as you read Nico’s name across the screen and answered, “Hey what’s up?” Nico’s soft voice filled your ears, “Check Twitter.” You frowned as you opened the Twitter app on your phone when Nico hung up.

You frowned as your phone began to ring endlessly, teams leaving voicemails telling you that they’d love to have you, Coach Ruff leaving messages apologizing and asking you to return. A message from Nico made you smile briefly. He told you to do what you already knew to do. You smiled as you typed out a quick response ‘I did. Check Twitter’

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x reader #nico hischer #nj devils #jack hughes

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megabuild · 5 months

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"Is Etho's Lab Autistic?" - the greatest thread in the history of MCYTblr, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

NOT INTENDED to be a diagnostic resource or an "accusation/truthing" of Etho being autistic, but rather comparing autistic criterion as printed in the DSM-5 with various clips and common autistic experiences, since he has many autistic fans who relate to him. Also because it's a little funny and it's always fun to see more Etho clips. Some of these clips may overlap categories.

A: Persistent deficits in social communication and social interaction.

Unaware of social conventions or context; makes socially inappropriate comments (especially to strangers)

Bdubs: "One of the first things he said to me... Bdubs, you are always sick. I never get sick."

"I was at the DMV, for like, fifteen minutes."

(Gem: "Sometimes the things that come out of your mouth are... unexpected.") "That's how you get laughs, Gem."

Lack of theory of mind (difficulty or inability to recognise cognitive differences- assumes everyone thinks similarly and will understand any references or explanations made, no matter how particular)

"PLETHORA!"

"It's the same noise tigers make when they chuff."

"Feel free to boo if you wish." ("Boo!")

B: Restricted, repetitive patterns of behaviour, interests or activities.

Idiosyncratic or metaphorical language (language that has meaning only to those familiar with the individual's communication style) (also extends to a very particular or idiosyncratic sense of humour that appeals only to themselves)

"The Office is a good show..."

"Objectify them! Objectify them real good!"

"What's the deal with bathroom... peanuts...?"

"This is probably the greatest story you will ever hear in your lifetime."

"And he's like, Etho, don't go in there."

Echolalia (immediate or delayed repetition of sounds, words or phrases)

"Meow!"

"Deh-deh-deh!"

"We got go get wool!" (More mature jargoning than echolalia, but still)

Rigid thinking (difficulty or inability to understand humour, irony, or implied meanings)

"That's Not What That Is."

"I don't have social skills, Grian.."

Particular interests, often on unorthodox things or with uncommon levels of intensity

Sourcing exact clips for this one is tricky, but being a Minecraft YouTuber is one of the most autistic things a person can do imo.

Specifically, a redstone Minecraft YouTuber. Who invents stuff like the Nexus.

(On fireworks, something he's made frequent references to and also tried to make as a kid) "I'm like a kid in a candy store right now!"

Anxiety around change/transitional periods

"Whenever I'm recording a new series with a bunch of new people, the stress... I start to feel it in my stomach." (Gem: "Aw, that's anxiety!")

C: Other things I felt were relevant but couldn't decide on a category for

"I used to go out after rainstorms and pick (worms) up..." (Guude: "Would you let them go ever, or-") "No, I usually forgot about 'em... found 'em later all dried up..."

Cleo: "To be fair, Etho never claims he's a grown up, he just sort of.. giggles and runs away."

"Guys? GUYS?!"

Hiding in the bathroom at MCC

Vaxxed?

Mannerisms such as his "sleepy" or monotone voice from earlier years, or "whisper-shouting" rather than actually yelling.

Thanks

#mine #there is Def more but im sick of this just sitting in my drafts im getting like anxious over it. its driving me crazy.#everyone be so normal and nice to me i just think its funny.#ethotism

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elemom · 4 months

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hc:

As an apology for ruining Zane’s original pink apron, the ninja all independently decided that they were gonna buy him a bunch more various pink aprons. After that hilarious coincidence, they ended up making it a tradition. it’s become a thing they do during the holidays, and they’ve even started (trying) to make em themselves, eventually making it a contest to see who can find the silliest/best/coolest apron.

so far he has:

- a classic “kiss the chef” apron

- a bunch of actually normal ones the ninja got him before they started competing

- “this machine kills fascists”

- a bootleg apron with a funny typo

- “I <3 NNC” (he got this one some time after season 2)

- a really, really ugly one from the 70s/80s. like an ugly christmas sweater but an apron. it has garland

- one with a fake tuxedo printed on it

- “autism be damned, my boy can work a grill”

- “I died and all I got was this lousy apron”

- “I died twice and all I got was this lousy apron”

- “I died three times and all I got was this lousy apron”

(After this, they just decided to keep a tally and add new deaths in sharpie.)

- one that’s just COMPLETELY bedazzled

- “Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food”

Some additional things i thought up:

One year, he got a ridiculously complex smart apron made by Nya and Jay. It connects to him via bluetooth and has a built in timer, a thermometer, a pH probe, multiple headphone jacks, a disc drive, a screen display, and more. (Jay used that display to play Bad Apple, once. And yes, it can also connect to Zane and run doom.)

Kai and Cole made him one poorly put together out of quilt patches. The front of it had his name in a different font and size for each letter, as though Kai and Cole had just grabbed whatever they could. Somehow, it came together really well, and they won the competition that year.

Lloyd once gave him a normal white apron, in which he hid a bit of red dye. Lloyd forgot to mention that it needed to be washed alone. Insert Pink Gi Part 2

Wu gave him a magical apron that can never get dirty. *With his permission this time,* Zane and the others tested it out. They ran over it with their vehicles, used kai’s power to light it on fire, and reenacted their food fight scene (this time with the leftovers from the last time Cole tried to cook.) It never got dirty. Wu was so smug about it.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #zane julien #this was a draft from awhile back but screw it it’s christmas #ninjaposting

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brienneoftarth1989 · 11 months

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Study Day NSFW

Larissa Weems x fem reader

Summary: - once again you had another study day. You needed somewhere quite to study and ended up in principal Weems office but things progressed a bit further than just studying

Warnings: dom/sub kink, shifted cock, cunnilingus, teasing, begging

Requests open

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It was that time again when you had to have yet another study day! You were thankful though that you were able to complete your studying at Nevermore. It was much easier for you because it meant you could just go to your classroom and get on with what you needed to do. You taught outcast history and culture which meant what you needed to teach your students was always changing due to what is going on in the outside world.

Your day started like most, making yourself a nice hot cup of coffee. You grabbed your favourite travel mug and filled it up with your favourite brand of coffee. Once the coffee was brewed and was in your cup you decided to grab all your books and notes and head down to your classroom. Due to it being a study day you didn’t feel the need to dress formally like you always did.

Therefore you headed down to your classroom in a pair of joggers and a baggy hoodie that had the words ‘introvert social club’ printed on it. When you got to your classroom you could hear a bunch of students talking to one another. Although it was a study day for the teachers it didn’t stop the students from using the free classrooms providing that the students were being responsible and the rooms were left in the same condition they were found in.

As you looked through the little window in the door you could see a bunch of your students doing a range of different things. One group was playing uno around one table, another group looked to be catching up on their school work and the last and biggest group were playing D&D. You decided that it would probably be easier to find somewhere else to study rather than making them be quiet, plus they weren’t doing anything wrong and didn’t want to kick them out of the room.

You decided to head down to the library. It was always quite there which meant you could just get on with your studies. When you arrived you sat yourself down on one of the many empty tables, setting all the work out in front of you to start your studying. The morning went by quite quickly and you were getting a lot of your work done quite quickly.

You were learning about all the new things that have happened in outcast history, making notes and then adding these new topics to your lesson plans. It is important to teach the students about major current events as well as major events that happened many years ago. It made you happy to learn about all these new topics and it excited you even more as you knew you had to try and find a fun way to teach the students about the events.

You definitely prefer an interactive approach to teaching so a majority of the time you have the students reenact the historical events providing that the subject isn’t too sensitive. If a topic was too sensitive then you normally found different ways to teach the students but you were still able to make the lessons interesting which meant all the students were engaged.

You spent most of the morning in the library but come lunchtime you could start to feel your stomach start to rumble. You decided that now was a good point to stop to have lunch. You could come back afterwards and continue studying once your stomach was full again. You grabbed all your belongings before heading up to your quarters so you could place your work where you know it will be safe.

Some of the other staff did ask you why you didn’t just study in your quarters like everyone else. You did try the first time you had a study day but you found you kept getting distracted by silly little things and in the end you got nothing done. That is why you try to do your studying in quiet places with little to no distractions.

You made your way to the cafeteria hoping that something good was on the menu today. Thankfully they had one of your favourites on the menu today, crispy jacket potatoes with a choice of toppings. You decided to go with cheese and beans today, with a little side salad and an oat cookie. To go with that you had a glass of water but while you were there you decided to top up your coffee as well.

With everything on your tray you grabbed some cutlery and made your way to the empty staff tables in the cafeteria. The rest of the staff are most likely having lunch in their own rooms and you don’t really blame them. The cafeteria is always so loud due to the social buzz of the students. You sat down before then getting out your phone and headphones so you could watch some YouTube to pass the time.

You were quite happy just keeping to yourself as you watched the videos on your phone while eating your lunch. After about 10 minutes you felt a presence before then seeing someone out of the corner of your eye sitting down opposite you. As you looked up you looked straight into a set of beautiful ice blue eyes. You took your headphones and set them and your phone aside for the time being.

“Hey Larissa, how are you doing today?” you asked before continuing to eat your lunch. “I’ve been good. What about yourself? How is the studying going?” she asked as she started to tuck into her own lunch. “Studying has been going well. Finally found somewhere to study where I can’t get distracted” you chuckled slightly.

“Oh really? And where is that? I did stop by your room and classroom earlier but couldn’t find you” she said looking down at the food on her plate. Why was she looking for you? You hoped that you hadn’t done anything wrong. “I was in the library, I can’t study in my room due to the amount of distractions and my classroom had quite a few students in it and I didn’t want to kick them out” you laughed slightly.

Larissa chuckled as well. She found it funny that even though you had the authority over the students, you still didn’t want to kick them out of your own classroom. “Well I know there is some kind of D&D meet up in the library after lunch so if you want you could always come and finish your studies in my office” she said to you smiling at you.

“No Larissa, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to intrude” you said to her as you finished off your lunch. There was one specific reason why you didn’t want to spend time with Larissa for that long and that was because you had a huge crush on her. You knew that if you spent long enough with her you wouldn’t be able to concentrate and then none of your studies would get done.

“Honestly y/n you wouldn’t be intruding, I wouldn’t mind the company, plus you need somewhere quiet to study and I have a nice quiet room up for offer” she said laughing a little. You felt like you couldn’t turn her down. “Ok Larissa I will take you up on that offer. I will swing by after the lunch break finishes” you said to her as you just sat back in your chair.

You and Larissa both just chatted to one another for the rest of the lunch period. It wasn’t until there was about 10 minutes left of lunch did you decide to head back to your room to get yourself sorted. You excused yourself from Larissa before heading up to your quarters to grab your belongings and just quickly sort through everything you had made notes on so far.

Once everything was sorted you picked up everything you needed before heading down to Larissa’s office. To be honest you were pretty scared. You didn’t know if you would be able to concentrate and you prayed that it wouldn’t show that drastically. As you walked down to her office your mind kept racing about almost everything which caused the anxiety that you felt to build up inside of you.

Before you knew it you were standing outside the oak doors of Larissa’s office. You took a deep breath before knocking loudly on the door. “Come in” you heard Larissa shout from behind the door. You slowly opened the door before stepping inside.

Her office was beautiful. It had a very old feel to it with two huge mirrors on either side of the doors. As you looked around you noticed the huge fireplace but as you looked up you noticed the ceiling was a huge mirror. You could just image Larissa fucking you on her desk as you just watched in the mirror as she had her way with you.

You shook your head trying to get the thoughts out of your head. It was highly inappropriate plus she was literally sitting across the room from you. “You ok there y/n?” she asked you. You quickly snapped out of your trance and looked at the woman in front of you. “Y..Yes, sorry I was just admiring the beauty of your office” you said shyly as you stepped closer to Larissa’s desk.

“It really is beautiful isn’t it. I picked it all out myself. I wanted to feel like I had travelled back in time every time I came into my office” she chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely does feel like I’ve transported to a different century” you laughed as you just stood there awkwardly not really sure where to put your stuff. “I’m so sorry y/n where are my manners? Please have a seat on one of the comfy chairs. You are more than welcome to start studying away” she said as you finally sat down setting your stuff on the table in front of you.

You started to get on with your studying and all was going alright for the first hour and a half but then you started to feel like you were being watched. You could always tell when you were being watched as you could just sense it. You looked up to see Larissa just staring at you. As soon as she was caught she quickly looked back down continuing with what she was doing.

You then continued with what you were doing but then you decided to see if Larissa was still looking at you. She wasn’t but then she looked up and caught you looking at her. For the next half an hour you both kept looking at one another and then looking away like you were school kids once again. It has gotten to the point that you don’t know who is trying to look at who anymore. You didn’t know if she was looking at you because you were looking at her or vice versa.

The tension was getting thick and you couldn’t concentrate anymore. You had given up studying and all you wanted to do was study Larissa. The next time you looked up you saw Larissa had stripped down to just her bra and panties. When the fuck did she do that? How the fuck did you not hear her stripping. “Go lock the door y/n” she told you seductively. You just sat there with your mouth agape not quite knowing if this was real or just your mind playing awful tricks on you.

You blinked and Larissa was still standing behind her desk in just her bra and panties. You quickly stood up and ran to the door, locking it quickly. You then turned back around to face Larissa. She motioned you to come to her with just the motion of her index finger. You slowly walked over to her to which she picked you up and placed you on her desk. She leaned in letting her lips ghost yours but never fully kissing you.

You couldn’t take much more of the teasing as Larissa stepped forward so she was standing between your legs. You finally brought her in for a passionate kiss. You both moaned into the kiss, clearly this was something you wanted for a very long time. As Larissa continued to kiss you she slowly let her hands start to travel your body.

She made her way to the hem of your hoodie before slowly lifting it over your head to reveal your bare chest. You aren't wearing a t-shirt or even a bra. Larissa just looked at you and smirked. “This is a bit daring isn’t it y/n” she whispered before kissing you again causing you to moan once again. Larissa disconnected from your lips and started to kiss down your body.

She focused on your neck, sucking slightly at your pulse point causing a hickey to appear. She then continued to move down your body kissing you along the way down. She kissed between your breasts which caused you to arch your back lightly before then latching on to one of your hardened buds sucking on it gently.

She let her other hand travel to your other breast and squeeze your hardened bud. You arched your back as far as you could. The amount of pleasure you were feeling at this second was insane and the heat pooling in your core was painful. You need Larissa and you need her now.

When Larissa had enough of your breasts she continued down to where you clearly needed her most. As she got to the hem of your joggers she quickly ripped them off your body before spreading your legs wide. She looked down at your panties and they were soaked. “Hmmm all this for me darling? You're dripping for me” she said as she cupped your pussy over your panties.

She slowly started to move her hand up and down over your clothed cunt as you started to grind against her hand. “Please Rissa” you moaned out needing to feel more of her. “Please what?” She asked innocently. “I need more. I need you” you moaned as she stood up and started to kiss your lips again.

As she kissed your lips you let your hand travel around her back and unclasp her bra letting it fall to the ground. You heard Larissa gasp as she felt the cool air hit her bare breasts. While you played with her breasts she slowly moved your panties to the side and started to trace circles on your clit.

“Mmm so wet for me. I just need to taste you” she moaned as she pushed you back as you now laid on her desk while she crawled down your body and to your core. You instantly moaned as soon as you felt her tongue run up the length of your slit. You threw your head back and instantly saw yourself in the mirror that covered the ceiling.

You moaned at the sight in front of you as you watched Larissa eat out your dripping cunt. You couldn’t take your eyes off the scene in front of you. The sight alone was enough to tip you over the edge. Larissa looked up at you hoping to see you looking back at her but instead saw you just staring at the ceiling.

She looked up to see what you were looking at and immediately enjoyed the sight she was met with. “Mmm does the little slut like to watch herself be fucked huh?” She moaned out. All you could do was moan as she continued to eat you out. “I will give you a sight you will really enjoy” she moaned as she stood up.

She took off her panties and watched as she shifted her soaked pussy into a rock hard cock. You moaned at the sight of it. “Do you want me to fuck you with my cock” she moaned. You instantly nodded your head. “Use your words darling” she muttered. “Yes! Please fuck me with your cock” you moaned out.

You watched as Larissa grabbed her cock and slowly started to stroke the length of it before starting to stroke it against your entrance. She slowly entered your pussy letting out a long deep moan as she did causing you to moan as she filled you up. She stays still to begin with letting you adjust to her size. You looked up at Larissa as if to tell her you were ready for her to move.

Larissa slowly started to pull out and then thrusted back into you. With each thrust she quickened her pace. You moaned out at the sudden increase in pace. You were both in ecstasy and you didn’t want it to stop. You looked back at the ceiling watching her fuck your pussy not ever wanting this to end. You felt your orgasm getting closer and closer. “I’m getting close” you moaned out as you bucked your hips causing her cock to hit just the right spot.

“Cum for me baby! I want to feel you cumming on my cock” she moaned as she kept at the same pace knowing that it was causing you so much pleasure. At that one command you felt your orgasm take over your body. You wrapped your legs around Larissa's hips basically trapping her and preventing her from pulling out. “Fuck baby I’m cumming” she moaned as you then felt her hot seed fill you up.

That was the first of many orgasms that afternoon and the start of something special between the two. Who would’ve known that one innocent study session would have ended like this?

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #fanfics #larissa weems #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems smut #principal weems #principal weems x reader #larissa weems x teacher #teacher #study day #studying #watching yourself #lesbian smut #brienneoftarth1989

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stargirl-in-dilfspace · 1 month

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Look After You (Christmas Fic) - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

[moodboard for moodboard’s sake]

Summary: It’s the first time you’ve had Frankie home for the entire month of December, and you have some exciting news for him.

content/warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader & frankie are married, they have a daughter, girl dad frankie, classic christmas (no sad beige bullshit here), reader is pregnant, pregnancy announcement, their daughter is rambunctious & sweet, daughter is named Valentina (Val for short), Santiago appearance, alcohol mention (santi and frank have a beer lol), these two are so sweet you wanna throw up [2k-ish words]

a/n: okay first fic on tumblr, this feels weird. and yeah it’s wayyyy too early for Christmas but i hate that it’s snowing where i am and im pretending im happy about it (aka writing fics about Christmas) let me know what you think!!! <3

Christmas had stopped being a time to relax a long time ago. Even more so once you had your daughter. And your husband. But, Frankie was plenty of help, this evening, among many others, he’d offered to completely take over the bedtime duties for Valentina, that you normally split 50/50, so you could have some time to yourself, which you opted to wrap gifts.

It was the 23rd, and the wrapping was a little late admittedly. He’d offered everything under the sun, a hot bath, a home cooked meal, etc. You’d chosen to wrap gifts. This was the first year you got to spend the entire month with him. And Val was three. You settled down on your bed, with a bunch of gift bags, wrapping paper and a few bows. The gifts you planned for your daughter on your left, and a few for your husband on the right.

By 7 o’clock, you’d wrapped everything. Gift tags were what you had left. In your hand writing, you started to write your first name. On your daughter’s gift. You silently laughed at yourself, trying again, with a different tag, addressing it to Val, from Mama.

You’d never get used to it in the best of ways.

You smiled at the tag, feeling stupid. Stupidly happy. The amount of joy that children got out of Christmas, would last forever, and seeing the joy from your daughter made all the work worth it.

Then you got down to your husband’s little stack. A few useful items he’d asked for, a book he’d wanted, and a framed photo of the two of you. One from the day you told him you were pregnant with Val. Taken on a digital camera, he’s smiling wide, genuinely, while you press a kiss to his cheek. He had been trying to find time to get all the photos printed off the camera and frame some, specifically that one to put on his nightstand. You wrapped that last.

Cause that wasn’t the only part of the gift. You had a letter, and more importantly, a pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

You looked at it for a moment, you only found out a few days ago, and decided you’d surprise him on Christmas Eve, with the photo.

A swift knock was put on the bedroom door, to which you hid everything at your side, throwing your sweater over it. “Francisco Morales if you walk in here you may not live to see Christmas Day.” You call out, in a joking tone, as the door cracked open.

“Hey there, Mrs. Catfish.” You place the voice immediately. Santiago. “Heard you were wrapping gifts in here?”

“Yeah, you’re safe.” You chuckle lightly, standing up off the bed to hug him as he stepped in to greet you. “What’re you doing here?” You wrap your arms around him with a smile on your face.

“Holy…shit.” You furrow your brows, hearing his tone as you pull back, following his gaze. Fuck. “Looks like it’s Mama Fish of two.” He chuckled, looking back at you with a smile before you shushed him quickly.

He got a kick out of the nickname he’d come up with when he’d found out about Val.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You smile, the reality kicking in a little. “Frankie’s supposed to find out Christmas Eve so keep it zipped.” He chuckles again, taking it to heart.

“How far along?” He asks as you made an effort to finish putting everything neatly into its little box, and labeling it with his name.

“Four weeks. Only found out on the 19th.” You say quietly, stuffing presents into the closet, behind some storage boxes, stacking a few spare blankets over it for good measure.

“Damn.”

“Don’t even do the math, Santiago.” You warn with a fake scowl.

“Guess me taking Val for the weekend paid off.” He jokes as you shoot him a look, opening the door and leading him back out into the hall to the living room to find Frankie.

The Christmas lights on the tree were plugged in, blues, red, purples, oranges, greens, yellows…you’d refused to give in to the sad beige trends, you wanted your daughter to have the Christmas you did. Full of life and color, and strange ornaments with memories and crafts and photos. Frankie was in the kitchen in the fridge, digging for drinks.

“You found her?” He calls to Santi, to which he replies with a simple “yep.” “Either of you want a beer?” He asks, Santi gave you a look to which you held up a finger in warning.

“No, honey, just water for me.” You reply, and he came into the living room a few moments later, two beers and a water. You thanked him and smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch while Santiago sat in one of your armchairs.

You spent the rest of the evening talking, catching up and laughing. Your daughter slept like a rock, and eventually you checked on her, making sure she actually was asleep. She was the spitting image of both of you, snoring softly. Your pride and joy, you never thought any man would ever make you feel safe and loved enough to have a child, a home.

The last two weeks, you’d been watching Christmas movies with Val and Frankie, curled up on the couch, as she got all excited about Christmas, and winter, and presents.

Last night, she’d begged to make cookies she’d found in an old cookbook of yours. Gingerbread cookies the three of you decorated to look like each other, accompanying the little house she decorated. She passed out from a sugar high on the couch between you and Frankie at only 6 in the evening. A miracle, for a girl like her. He’d talked to you about how much he loved the two of you, quietly playing with your hair, for almost an hour before you both fell asleep.

By the time Santiago left, you both were tired, like average toddler parents were. You drag a blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it up and over the two of you, curling up with him for a minute.

“Good day?” Frankie asks, like clockwork each night he wanted to hear what you had to say. His eyes reflect the Christmas lights, and somehow every ounce of admiration and love he held for you.

“Good day. Got all the presents wrapped.”

“I’m glad, all ready for Christmas?” He rubbs your arm, pulling you closer.

“Very. You?” You look up at him, hand finding his soft brown curls, you see him wear more frequently now. Standard Oil practically owned his head of hair until you came along and convinced him the curls and little grays were perfect to you.

“I think so. Wrapped your gifts last week.” He grins down at you, hand falling at your waist, fingertips grazing your back and pulling you just a bit closer. You smile at him, God, you love him. His eyes shine a little more in the light of the tree, pulling you up to kiss him sweetly, your hand pressed gently to the side of his face.

“I love you.” You murmur, reaching just a bit farther up to press a kiss to the tip his nose, one of many things you adore about him.

“I love you, hun.” He kisses your cheek in return, letting you rest on his shoulder, just against his neck. You play with the hem of his shirt, yawning slightly. “How’s a hot shower and bed sound?” He asks with a slight chuckle, you can feel it deep in his chest, with his heartbeat. The one he knows beats just for you.

By the next evening, dinner is served, chicken (considering your daughter won’t touch turkey), mashed potatoes (her favorite), and green beans (cause somebody needed her greens.)

“Mama, do we get to open presents tonight?” Your daughter asks, her spoon spinning around in her potatoes.

“Only one, since Santa hasn’t come yet, sweetheart.” You grin, watching her take another bite, smiling at you and Frankie.

“Do you think I’ll be able to hear the reindeer? When he’s on the roof? Cause I can’t see Santa?” Val asks, pulling her hair out of the little ponytail done by Frankie from earlier when she’d “helped” him outside shovel the snow on the sidewalk, messy from her little hat.

“I don’t know about that…but I heard Santa has been leaving behind something extra special if we leave him some milk and cookies tonight.” Frankie smiles, explaining to his daughter what she could expect if she tried to stay in her bed and sleep.

“Hmm…I think we should get to bed soon, Val cause Uncle Santi called before dinner and told me Santa had already come to his house.” You hum like it's nothing, and your daughter shoots up, finishing the remainder of her plate, and Frankie smiles at you.

“Can we go get my pjs? And brush my teeth? I wanna go to bed!” Val forgets she could even have one present tonight.

She takes Frankie’s hand, tugging it a little, watching you for approval. She drags both of you, through her bedtime routine like you usually have to do for her. You kiss her goodnight, and tell her Christmas will be there the sooner she goes to sleep, and that you love her. You lean on the doorframe, watching Frankie talk to her, telling her goodnight and that he loves her.

Your hand finds your abdomen without really thinking. Jesus Christ do you love him, and God are you glad to be the one having his children.

You quickly tuck both hands in the pockets of your jeans as he turns to you, walking out with you. He takes your hand, leading you back to the living room.

“I’ve got something for you.” You say softly, he presses a kiss to your head. You reach under the couch, as you’d hidden it earlier in the day, and he chuckles a little. You hand him the box and settle with your legs over his lap, he brushes your knees with his free hand. He looks at you to see if it’s okay to open, his hands making the box look much smaller than it was. You nod, encouraging him a little, a small smile on your lips.

He shakes off the top, pushing back the wrapping and looking at you, a large grin on his face, taking up the photo frame, setting the box beside him. He pulls you in tightly, still holding the framed photo. “I’ve been meaning to do this, this is amazing, thank you-”

“Frankie, I’d take another look in the box before you thank me, honey.” You joke slightly, he lets go of you, giving you a confused look, taking the box back up, taking back some more of the wrapping, he looks back up at you, his eyes wide, and you don’t even know how his smile got better. He wraps you up in his arms again, pulling you up to hold you as close as he can.

You’re every good piece of him, you’re the one thing he could ever dream to have.

“We’re having another baby!” He’s impossibly happy, excited and holding you tight, kissing you repeatedly before you can even say another word. “I’m a dad, again…” He lets you go a little to look at you, glancing down at your stomach, and back to your eyes. “Thank you…”

Those big, brown eyes and that smile, that got you here in the first place.

You’re smiling, blushing with how excited he is. He pulls you back in, once again, elated, with little tears at the corner of his eye, holding you close. The only place he wants to be.

“I- I’m only four weeks. Only found out a few days ago, just wanted to surprise you.” You stumble over your words, and he kisses the side of your face, still holding you but loose, so you could breathe, and he could look at you.

“It’s amazing. It’s more than amazing, it’s the best fucking Christmas gift.” He grins at you, hands rubbing your arms up and down as if to warm you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Francisco.” You just about melt into his arms, his comfort the same as a blanket while it snowed outside.

He made you happier than you could’ve ever believed you deserved, let alone believed you would find. And yet, he reminded you somehow everyday of how much he didn’t deserve you.

#pedro pascal #writing prompt #christmas #fanfic #triple frontier #catfish morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #established relationship #pregnancy #wife!reader #pregnancy announcement #fluff #new writter #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales is too fucking cute and a girl dad send help

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morganski-19 · 3 months

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The One Where It All Started

This takes place about a year before the rest of the posts will be taking place. Just to set the stage before the real schnenanigans start.

“So I said that was a terrible idea, because there was barely any research done so it would be misleading to the readers, right,” Nancy continued her story about the piece she’s been working on at work.

“Yeah, that would make me pissed,” Robin added, following along.

Nancy nods in agreement as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Exactly. I would rather print nothing than something they made up. But of course, the boss doesn’t think so. I’m thinking of dropping the project, so my name isn’t attached to it, but then that just means I ‘didn’t have faith in the work’. No shit I don’t, it’s completely fake.”

“Fuck those guys,” Steve adds, partially listening as he’s grading his student’s assignments.

Jonathan and Argyle walk into the café, finding the group at their normal seats and joining them.

“My dudes,” Argyle bellows. “How’s it going?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Nancy groans.

Jonathan winces. “Those assholes at work again?”

“Yes,” Nancy exclaims. “I need to find another job but this is the best I could get after school.”

“Could be worse,” Robin adds.

“I know, I just hate working there.”

Steve stares at the paper in front of him with a confused expression. “What do you guys think of this one?”

He turns the paper around to reveal a hand turkey covered with red drops resembling blood. What would normally be the feathers are now plucked off and surrounding the turkey leaving the pink underneath. Or at least that’s what it looks like. It could just be pink feathers and a turkey standing on a pile of leaves. But that wouldn’t explain the X’s for eyes.

“Are you seriously grading hand turkeys right now?” Robin rolls her eyes. “And you think your job is hard.”

“Try to teach a bunch of first graders basic math after they’re all hyper from recess and then get back to me. And it’s not just hand turkeys. There’s also spelling tests somewhere in here.”

Jonathan takes the paper from Steve’s hand, showing it to Argyle better with a very concerned glare. “I think you might need to talk to this kid.”

“He drew a murdered turkey, dude. Kid’s got issues.”

Steve takes the picture back, assessing it more. “I mean, those could be leaves.”

Robin points to the picture. “And that’s not blood.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to the kid.” Steve turns it over and sees the name. “Wait, this is Bobby’s. His parents hunt wild turkeys. That’s normal.”

A man with long, brown curly hair approaches the group, wearing a leather jacket with a band tee and black jeans. “Sorry to interrupt but, Wheeler?” He turns toward Nancy, pointing softly at her.

“Oh my god, Eddie?” Nancy smiles standing up to give him a hug. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Eh, it’s been better. But you, I saw the article you did last month. Best thing I ever read in the news.” Eddie sits down on the chair across from Nancy.

Steve is trying his hardest not to stare and keep grading his stack of papers, but it’s hard. Robin elbows him in the side and widens her eyes in a “Really?”. Steve shrugs in his defense, taking a sip of his mocha. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Aw, thank you. I worked hard on that. What are you up to now?”

“Kinda between jobs at the moment. I work as a freelance artist but I’m taking a break from that becoming a tattoo apprentice.”

“That is so cool, dude,” Argyle interrupts from across the table.

Nancy has a moment of realization. “Right. Eddie, these are my friends. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. Guys, this is my old friend from high school, Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you guys.”

The group replies with varied greetings, Steve and Eddie holding eye contact a bit longer than the rest of the group does. Resulting with another jab in Steve’s ribs from Robin. He yells at her with his eyes for her to stop.

“So, do you live in the city now?” Nancy goes back to addressing just Eddie.

He scratches at his chin with a pained faced. “Kinda. Moved here to live with my ex a few months ago. And then he sort of cheated on me, so I’m trying to find somewhere else, but money’s kind of tight right now.”

“Ugh, that sucks,” Nancy winces. “I’m sorry.”

“Is what it is.”

Nancy turns to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Robin shrugs and whispers something back.

“You know, if you wanted to, no pressure or anything,” Nancy starts. “But, my old roommate just moved out and I’m looking for a new one. It’s a nice place my grandma rents to me so it’s rent controlled. I know we haven’t talked much since high school, but it’s yours if you want it.”

“Have to think about it, and see the place. But that might be nice.”

“And you’d live across from me and Steve,” Robin adds, earning her an elbow to the ribs.

Eddie smiles flirtatiously. “Well that does sweeten the pot.” He notices the hand turkey still laying on the table. “What the fuck is wrong with that hand turkey?”

“I already said I would talk to the kid,” Steve groans.

“Why is this is this kid going on turkey hunting trips anyway,” Jonathan asks, concerned.

Steve shrugs. “How would I know, not my kid.”

Argyle reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a joint, handing it to Steve. “For your troubles.”

“This group is great,” Eddie laughs to himself, already agreeing to Nancy’s offer in his head.

General information about the fic here

Tag list (just tagged everyone who seemed interested, let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417

#stranger things #stranger thigns fanfic #freinds au #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #spicy six apartment schenanigans #morgan's friends au

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mollysolo · 2 years

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Hiii can I request (if they’re open) of Eddie Munson x reader where maybe the reader flirts with him but he kinda thinks she’s joking or making fun or something?

I’m Being Serious, Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader

Summary: Eddie is unable to see how serious you are whenever you flirt with him as a result of his past.

Warnings: Mentions of Eddie being bullied and some cursing.

Word Count: 915

a/n: i hope you like this!

Eddie came into your place of work, Family Video, every week and a half to trade in the last movie he had rented and pick out a new one.

You had seen him around school a bunch of times prior to your graduation from Hawkins High.

You had always thought that he was handsome and you wanted to talk to him, but your best friend, Steve told you to not go through with that. Steve always claimed all throughout high school that Eddie was ‘bad news’.

But you never believed Steve when he said this. To you, Eddie looked kind and shy and he had the kind of pretty eyes that made you want to stare at him forever.

Every time he visited the store, you tried to flirt with him but he never responded to you and you wondered if he thought that you were playing some sort of prank on him. You thought that this might be a possible answer to your problem as you were friends with Steve and he wasn’t as nice as he is now when you were in high school.

Just a few years ago, you had convinced Steve to apologize for what he had done to Eddie and Eddie never had any idea that you were the reason Steve apologized.

But luckily for you on this sunny Saturday afternoon, you were the only one working during Eddie’s routine visit to the store. You just hoped he would show up this week.

You wanted to change what he thought about you.

Currently, you were putting all of the returned ‘Star Wars’ tapes back onto their shelf, not really paying attention to anything else around you as the store was empty at the moment.

Seeing as you were the only employee in the store, Eddie swiftly walked up to you once he spotted you and tapped your shoulder, accidentally startling you in the process.

You let out a sharp gasp and pressed your hand to your chest, “Jesus Christ, Eddie, you scared the shit out of me.” you said, your eyes wide.

“Sorry,” he quietly said as his eyes seemed to dart around the area, “I’m ready to check this out.” he told you as he held up an old copy of the movie ‘Carrie’.

“Alright, pretty boy. I’ll be over in just a sec.” you replied, a soft smile on your face as you took five more tapes from the cart in one hand.

He smiled back at you, but you could tell it wasn’t genuine and you knew in that moment that your suspicions were true, he thought you were playing a prank on him. You frowned to yourself as he walked over to the register.

Little did you know, Eddie thought so poorly of you because of the one specific person you surrounded yourself with in high school. He just wanted to avoid being tormented all over again.

You then walked up behind the counter a few minutes later and typed the movie into the computer in front of you, a calm look on your face.

“That’ll be $15.” you told him, turning to face him as you placed one of your hands on your hip.

He quickly handed you the money he owed and just seconds after his receipt was done printing, you quickly wrote your number on it with a pen that was conveniently right next to the printer.

“Call me.” you said with a bright smile as you handed him his receipt.

He raised his eyebrows with confusion but this confusion went away the second he read what you had written on his receipt.

“No thanks, I’d rather not be at the receiving end of another prank.” he told you as he stuffed the piece of paper into the front pocket on his jacket, a sad look on his face.

Your eyes met his right away as you began to speak, “I’m being serious, Munson.” you replied.

He then rolled his eyes at you and said, “How do I know your not some asshole like your friend Harrington?”

You took a deep breath then opened your mouth to talk again, “Do you remember when Steve apologized to you junior year?” you asked him, your hands now lightly resting on the counter right in front of you.

“Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?” he asked in response as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“He apologized to you because I had convinced him to, I was tired of seeing that look on your face whenever he came up to you and insulted you. I didn’t like seeing the boy I was secretly in love with look so miserable. And I only promised to stay friends with Steve if he apologized and changed his ways.” you explained to Eddie, a shocked look slowly appeared on his face while you spoke.

He raised one of his eyebrows, “Is all of that true?” he asked, still not completely convinced.

“Yes, it is. I have no reason to ever lie to you, Eddie.” you told him with a sincere look in your eyes.

Eddie smiled at you for a moment then spoke again, “Alright, I’ll call you soon then, sweetheart.” he said with a wink and a smile before he left the store.

You smiled right back at him as left, your cheeks blushing. You were glad that you were able to show him that you weren’t the mean person he thought you were.

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mayakern · 1 year

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I can't believe the milk skirt is not popular enough to warrant a restock!! This is the very first skirt that caught my eye from your shop, and at the time I thought it's already discontinued!! I feel so lucky I was able to snag up one today! Do you have any other skirts you're surprised didn't perform as well as you expected?

the milk skirt WAS discontinued ages ago, we just found a few stragglers in the office. the OG milk skirt (blue hem) is from 2017 but the newer one is from just last year. the original version sold OK for a while, and then really poorly, and we were hoping maybe a new. more subtle version would sell better but we were wrong lol

as for other designs that sadly didn't sell as well as i expected, there are quite a few!

the tea skirt in its multiple iterations. they are such slow sellers that devin has outlawed me from creating any new color variants of this design so it is dead forever. unless we find stragglers it will never be sold again. (OG cream and pink colors are from 2020, blue is from 2022)

the monstera (2022) and moth (2020) skirts. the monstera skirt just suffered from being the 10th most popular design in a preorder poll that we picked 10 designs from. people liked it but prioritized buying other designs first so we never reprinted it. the moth skirt, idk, i made it as a companion piece to the bee skirt but i think because it's set on diamonds and not hexagons the moths end up too close together.

the elephants skirt (2020). this one people were absolutely mad for when i was drawing the art and it just kind of sold OK. not awful, but not great.

and the original spring color palette of the hiss from a rose skirt (2019). the other color palettes (black & red and winter) have done better, which is a good thing, but also im sad because i love the OG color palette. i think the original printing of it lacked some contrast that would give it more definition, and i've since reworked it to print better, but it sold so abysmally we haven't reprinted it since the changes were made. 😭

the royalty skirt (2019). idk why y'all hated this one so much it's still cute

there are a bunch more i could talk about too but i'm out of images so that's it for now.

#skirt history #ask

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genderqueerdykes · 9 months

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Ditch Etsy for Good: A Disabled Etsy Seller's Experience

i started my Etsy store in August of 2022. I was in desperate need of income at the time, as I am disabled, and waiting for my full disability payments to come through. I currently make $245/month off of a general assistance program that's meant to "help" while you're waiting for those payments.

I needed, at the time, $900/month for my studio apartment, because I was on a month-to-month lease, and could not re-new it, as I was the secondary renter, and my abusive ex whom I could not contact was the primary renter. They needed his signature to renew the lease, or else I was on month-to-month status, which meant they could increase my rent to whatever price they saw fit at any point.

I was struggling to stay alive. I had a bunch of kandi supplies I had gathered over the years, pony beads, string, all that kind of stuff. So i accrued some extra supplies to make other types of necklaces and chokers. Keep in mind my level of poverty, and the level of inflation in 2022. I was having to accrue supplies secondhand, from thrift stores. Everything I bought and sold was upcycled, save for the few times I could afford things to fill in the gaps from craft stores.

After I gathered supplies, I went to work. I spent countless hours making all types of jewelry. Not really sleeping. Just countless hours of stringing beads, if I woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream or stress about homelessness, I would go back to work. I've been homeless before. Several times. Never lived on the street or in a shelter, but I have lived in hotels, cars, crashed on couches and have run from getting kicked out for making little money endless times.

I drank a lot of coffee and ate very little. Eating consumed time, time that I didn't have. Once I was done making things, it was time to photograph every. single. item., then edit them, and upload them to Etsy. I had to create listings for each individual item, all of which cost $0.20 to create, and again to renew when it ran out in 3 months if not purchased. There was already a start-up cost.

Shipping made my life a nightmare. Etsy charged me for each and every single label. I tried free shipping at first, as it's a huge draw for customers, but labels were around $3.69 from my state to the mainland United States at the time, creeping ever closer to $4. For anywhere else it would easily come to $10 or more, international shipping was easily $20 - $40. Even if the customer paid for shipping I still had to go through the process of purchasing a label.

This didn't account for the fact that I had to purchase printer, ink and paper at some point to keep printing these labels. Ink is wildly expensive and your cartridges run out faster than they should. They are rigged to flag as empty when they're not. This also does not account for ink and paper lost when the printer does something in error, which is often. The office at my apartment complex was willing to print labels and packing slips for me for a while, but they cut me off after a few months.

The biggest kick in the teeth was the processing time for my payments. Because I shipped my first few orders without tracking labels. Etsy put a hold on my money for the next 3 months. They would take a random amount of time to process each payment. I could never figure out the schedule. My money would sometimes take days or weeks to arrive when I set Etsy to a "daily" payment schedule. It was torture. I was sweating over not having money constantly, and missing payment deadlines left and right.

I was getting orders at every hour of the day. I didn't "clock out" of this job. I had to change the notification sound of the Etsy Seller app on my phone because when I heard it, I would panic. I wasn't excited, I was filled with dread. It was never ending, and I was constantly stressed about getting orders out on time. I never had time to rest. I didn't get days off. I was on the job 24/7. Unless you completely uninstall the Etsy app and refuse to check it fora while, you can't really clock out of this job.

This isn't even touching the fact that Etsy also takes a cut out of every single sale you make, meaning you have to jack up your prices wildly either to make free shipping reasonable so you're not losing money on each sale, or you have to play a dance of figuring out what the best balance between shipping and item costs are, which is time consuming. It's a lot of math and comparing against your niche's market.

Etsy has an ads feature, which you must again pay for, where they will run ads for your products in random banner ads and whatnot. You are charged if one customer clicks the ad, not purchases something, meaning this is a complete fucking scam. The minimum is $1/day and you are forced to subscribe monthly. You can cancel at any point, but sometimes it takes a full day for this to cancellation to go through. The Etsy Ads feature sucks ass. I received exactly 2 orders through their service and kept it on for a few weeks here and there. It's horrid. You do not receive a significant enough boost in traffic to make the investment worth it. Also consider how many people use adblockers these days. This isn't hard to see.

The amount of time you have to spend promoting and boosting your own shop, buying supplies, creating and photographic products, uploading them to the website, and everything else in between is not worth the amount of money you make. You do not turn a profit unless you are selling very high end products like fine jewelry and antiques. Anyone else in the bottom rungs loses money through one avenue or another, Etsy finds ways to make the entire process draining and expensive for the seller.

The also will not provide you a 1099 document to file your taxes for your earned income unless you have made over $25,000 in one year on Etsy, which is literally impossible unless you make, as I said, fine jewelry. The average Etsy seller does not make this much in one year. We do not make a liveable wage, yet Etsy pretends like we do.

I didn't realize how draining it was to run this store until I put it in vacation mode. I'm shutting it down as soon as I'm able to. I could not handle the pressure of orders coming in in the middle of the night. I could not handle the pressure of not being able to remember which bracelets I could wear, and which ones were up on the store. Or which ones I could give to friends freely without having to issue someone a refund because I made a mistake. The worry of sending the wrong customer the wrong product was constantly on my mind. Every review that came in made me scared I had fucked up or provided an inferior product. I was distraught, broken and scared.

Now I'm much more free. The piddly jackshit amount of income I made was not worth it at all. I don't think I made back the cost of supplies and I definitely was never compensated for the sheer amount of labor I put into my products and orders. Etsy just kept kicking me while I was down and now that they have made it so that you are unable to file a class action lawsuit against them, they are only becoming more tyrannical.

Etsy does not care about their small sellers. They only care about the big cash cows who bring in big views and line Etsy's pockets with the Etsy Ads program. If you're too poor too keep up they'll chew you up and spit you out. Fuck Etsy. Fuck the lack of respect for their sellers. Fuck them for holding my money randomly for 3 months because I didn't know tracking labels were REQUIRED in their eyes. Fuck Etsy for never letting me know when I was getting paid, and for paying me on such an irregular schedule. Fuck Etsy for the fucked up fees and expensive shipping labels.

Fuck Etsy for everything. Let them go. Cut the cord. Navigate to Ko-Fi or somewhere else. Let this horrid site fucking die.

#our writing #our shop #our store #etsy

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