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roesworks · 2 months

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keep playing, baby.

sub!satoru gojo x dom!fem reader

summary : you were tired of satoru choosing video games over you, so you punish him to change his mind. warnings : nsfw, oral (m receiving), blowjob word count : 1.24k

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maybe satoru needs a break from the gaming world.

you have been over at his house almost every day for a solid week and a half, and each and every one of those days, your boyfriend has been glued to his pc.

frankly, you were feeling a bit touch starved.

you entered his bedroom one night, where of course, he was stationed at his computer, and internally, you told yourself that you needed to get back at him.

how?

well, you had a few ideas.

you sat on his bed, and even though he invited you over, you were fully expecting him to not notice your presence. he was wearing a pair of blue pajama pants, a long sleeved white shirt, and his hair looked as if he came straight out of the shower. he looked beautiful.

you shook your head at the sight. "pity," you muttered. he didn't hear you over the ferocious tapping on his mouse and keyboard. you move positions and lay flat on your stomach, slowly inching closer to him.

you eyed the screen. he was playing with a couple of his friends, which, really you should've realized since he was practically screaming into his headset, but, you thought, what if you tortured him? in front of his friends, no less? a smirk crept onto your face.

you make your way off of his bed and start to crawl towards him on the floor. you made it under his gaming desk unnoticed and placed your hands on his pants. he jerked in shock, looking below him with widened eyes. "y/n..."

"shh... keep playing, baby."

you swear you heard him gulp.

he didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. that meaning being told what to do. he was curious, though, to see where you were headed with this.

your hands make its way upward toward the band of his pants, and you slowly bring them down, along with his boxers. he shifted in his seat.

"satoru what the hell are you doing? you almost got us killed!" you could hear through the headset. you chuckled.

"i-" he looked down at you.

"play your game. don't focus on me." you meant that directly.

he cleared his throat, regaining his posture. "i was drinking something." his friends on the other side laughed as they continued to berate him.

pushing his pants completely off, he leaned forward. "spread your legs for me, baby," you spoke, and he obeyed. his large dick, already hard, fell in front of your face. your fingers reached out in front of you and you began to circle his red tip that was beginning to drip with precum.

"don't..." you heard him whisper. the teasing was working. you smiled to yourself.

"pay attention," you replied back, and you licked your fingers. his dick was practically throbbing in your hands. he gulped again. through the headset, you could hear his friends yelling at him again. the moment he tried to retaliate, you started to lick the tip of his twitching cock. his sentence was cut off with a yelp escaping his lips.

"please," he whined above you, "don't tease, please."

he was so quiet that if you didn't focus on his voice, you wouldn't have caught on to what he was saying.

you removed his dick from your parted lips. you tutted. "leaving me all by myself while you were busy pleasuring your computer..." you circled the tip with your fingers again. "that was very selfish of you, wasn't it."

"i'm sorry-"

you pushed your precum-covered fingertips into his mouth. "shh, baby, i'm not done."

you rarely ever spoke to him that way. after all, satoru gojo was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world; he could have you tied on that bed and have you eat your words... but right now, he couldn't. he physically couldn't move. you placed such a dominant hold on him that he had no idea what to do.

"right now," you continued, taking your fingers out of his mouth, "i'm going to make you regret ever leaving me by myself again. leaving me on your bed to pleasure myself while you're off screaming into your headset..." he clicked his mouse rapidly. "...when you could've been screaming my name instead. it's a shame. what a waste of a week."

"pleaaase." satoru's words seemed to be on repeat.

you shushed him. "i wanna watch you struggle. i wanna watch you be silent. all in front of your friends. how long can you go for, hmm? surely a while; you don't want to embarrass yourself. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world being dominated by his little girlfriend..." you chuckled as he shifted in his seat. "i can't give you the luxury of whining if you couldn't even show me an ounce of interest this week." he whimpered, his bright blue eyes connecting with yours as his mind went haywire.

you direct his head upward, advising him once again to focus on the game, and you stuck his dick into your mouth. you began to bob up and down slowly, teasingly.

he whimpered again above you, but this time, he was louder. "what the fuck was that noise, satoru?" you heard again through the headset.

he stuttered, trying to think of an excuse. "i-someone... i hit my elbow. sorry."

he sounded so pathetic. he was practically melting each time his dick hit the back of your throat.

he needed to be quiet. he couldn't speak, he couldn't moan, but god it felt so good that he just couldn't help himself. if he muted his mic, you would probably punish him even more than what you were currently doing. the point of the punishment was to watch him suffer in front of his friends. embarrassingly so.

finally, you quickened your pace. his attempts at staying quiet failed more often than not, but his friends were so invested in the game at hand that most of the time, they didn't really notice. all they managed to take in account was satoru's lack of performance, which still, they berated him more often than not.

it got to the point where he stopped playing the game completely. his headset stayed on, but his character stayed still. his hands were gripping your hair as his anguishing moans became louder and louder. he eventually would take his headset off and he threw it in front of him, not being able to withstand the silence. and god was he loud.

"keep going, please," he begged, his hands resuming its locked position in your hair. he let out another moan that echoed through the room. "fuckkk i'm gonna..." without warning (but you were expecting it with how loud he had gotten), he came down your throat. you swallowed a thick flow of cum, taking almost all of it down.

you removed his dick from your mouth, extra cum that you couldn't swallow dripping down your neck and face. "felt good, didn't it?" he nodded ferociously above you until he frowned.

"i'm sorry. really really sorry."

"i know you are." you chuckled. "that's the least of my problems. you better hope no one heard you on the headset." his eyes widened as he realized that his mic didn't disconnect.

if there was one other thing that his friends now knew about satoru gojo, it was that he couldn't be quiet for the life of him.

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winterrrnight · 3 months

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“here we are again” — new beginnings chapter II

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe x mom!reader

WARNINGS: none!

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You let out a huge sigh as you lean back in your chair and close your eyes shut. You’ve been trying to find a good preschool for Sage, after you had to pull her out of the one she was earlier in because their fees increased exponentially, and unfortunately you haven’t been earning enough to support Sage going to such an expensive school.

“Mamma mamma!” You hear her call you out from a different room. Her footsteps are audible as she comes running to you, basically banging the floor with her feet.

“Mamma!” She says, smiling wide, standing next to the front legs of your chair and tugging on your pants. You look down at her and plaster a big smile on your face, picking her up and placing her on your lap.

“Yes baby?” You coo, leaning to press a kiss on her soft cheek, which is tinted a light pink.

“I made something for you! You have to see it now,” she says, now tugging on your crewneck. You get up from your chair, Sage on your hip as you go to the room she was just in.

You set her down on the floor, and she picks up a folded paper. “Here,” she grins, and you take the paper from her.

You unfold it and you see a drawing of you, her, and one strange man standing next to the two of you. She’s colored in the drawings, her colors going out of her drawn lines, assuming their own directions, but nevertheless, you can’t help but grin wide at the present.

“Sage baby,” you get on your knees in front of her, “this is so cute! You’re my talented little kiddo, aren’t you?” You smile, tickling her sides. She laughs and squirms to get away from you, her little hands trying to swat you away.

“But who is that?” You ask, pointing at the drawing of the strange man.

“Fafe!” She yells excitedly.

“Fafe? Who’s ‘Fafe’ baby?”

“We met him, at the, at the store! He was big, veryyy big!”

And suddenly it strikes you. The handsome, handsome man who you met at the grocery store. It’s been around a week since that day and you had nearly forgotten about him.

Nearly.

Until this exact moment.

Now everything comes back to you; the exact moment you saw him, your eyes sinking into his, your heart beating so loud it might as well jump out of your chest.

“I remember him baby, why did you draw him?”

“Because, because he was very nice to me,” she says, her hands at her back as she’s swaying side to side in her position.

You aren’t sure what to reply to her with. She drew a man you met and didn’t even talk for more than five minutes on a random Tuesday, and showed you three being a family.

Dad, mom, and Sage. A family.

Is she expecting you two to just get married to him? To bring him in your house this quick?

But, at the end of the day, she’s a four year old little girl, with a wild imagination, and a desire to have a father figure in her life.

You’ve tried your level best to never let Sage feel the lack of a father in her life, but you always knew deep in your heart that one day, she will wonder why she only has a single parent, and why can’t she have two parents like all her friends. But you never expected this day to come so early.

You shake your head and come back to reality, and let a smile pull onto your lips. “I’ll hang this on the fridge next to all your other art,” you tell her, and she jumps up and down with excitement. You make your way to your kitchen, your daughter on your heels as she’s giggling, and you pin her drawing up with a magnet next to the rest. You take a step back to admire the splash of colors on your fridge door, your heart feeling content.

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You smooth out the wrinkles in her dress, and tie the bow of her dress tightly. Sage is especially giggly today, your hands roaming over her little body which constantly creates a tickling sensation on her skin.

“Mamma, where are we going?” She asks you, carefully pocketing a candy you gave her. You pick her up and take her to your kitchen island, settling her in her chair to hand her her cereal.

“We’re going to a new school baby,” you say, pouring milk into her bowl and mixing it well with her fruit loops.

“But, I love home,” she puts, her eyes big and wide, and you know she’s trying her best to convince you to stay at home by putting on a puppy dog face.

“You know that face doesn’t work on me,” you smile, sitting next to her, and gently smoothing a hand over her hair. She only giggles as her answer and you pick up her spoon, and start to feed her. Even though she knows how to eat on her own, you’re worried she might get messy and spill the milk on her dress.

You were worried she might not like the idea of going to a new school. She really liked the previous one, but you knew you couldn’t keep her in there for long. But here she is sitting next to you, eating her cereal as excitedly as if you’re about to go to an amusement park.

Once she’s done eating, you both leave for the school. This one also happens to be closer to your home than the last one, so you're quick to reach there. You help Sage get out of the car, her light bag hanging on her shoulders and her hand securely in yours, as you lead her to the main doors of the school.

When you go inside, the receptionist leads you to the classroom Sage has been assigned to. A few children are sitting on the floor of the classroom, empty white sheets spread around them along with unopened boxes of paint.

You hear Sage audibly gasp as she notices all the art supplies, her eyes shining with a desire to create art. You look around the classroom to spot a teacher, but there’s no one to be seen.

You decide to maybe talk to the receptionist once again; maybe she’s making a mistake? You leave Sage in the classroom and turn around, and almost in the next fraction of the second you bang into a broad chest.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry!” You grunt, your eyes closed from the impact. You run a hand over your forehead, feeling a slight pain from your collision into the broad and muscular chest.

You finally open your eyes, and you see the last person you would expect to be here.

“Rafe?”

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slytherinshua · 8 months

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CALM IN THE STORM

genre. fluff. comfort. warnings. crying. thunderstorms. ig anxiety mention? pairing. jungwon x fem!reader. wc. 2k. a/n. happiest birthday to @edensgardenn, this fic is for u ml 🫶 i hope u like it!! ^^

“It’s supposed to rain tonight— are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back now? We can end the study session early.” Jungwon asked from the doorway. You were seated at his desk, filling in a practice test for your chem class.

“No, it’s fine. I want to finish this.” You replied without even glancing away from the page, careful to not disrupt your perfect flow of concentration. After weeks of review and studying, the questions were finally making sense, and you wanted to be sure to get at least a 90% right on the practice test before the real thing in 2 days.

Jungwon wanted to insist, but he also didn’t want to interrupt you. The forecast really was calling for rain, a thunderstorm even. He didn’t like the thought of you walking back home in those conditions, even if it was just a couple blocks away. But, you were also so cutely focused on the piece of paper in front of you, flipping your pencil around to erase and adjust the model of an atom you were drawing.

Jungwon, in general, was timid, and maybe a little bit of a pushover. This definitely showed when he was around you, to the extent that his friends Jake and Sunghoon said that he was positively whipped for you. A little crush was all he was willing to admit to, but deep down he knew he was willing to do practically anything you asked. He liked to see the smile on your face when your plans worked out.

He liked to see you smile because of him.

Jungwon went back into the kitchen to finish cutting up apples as a snack. He knew you were prone to forget to eat when you were focused on something. It was these little habits that he loved to take note of and try to help with.

He arranged the slices of apple with care, lips pursed as he looked at the plate. Then he shook his head and started to rearrange them again before he was satisfied. He was quiet walking back to his bedroom where you were working, making sure that if something broke your concentration, it wouldn't be him.

You smiled and mumbled a small thank you as he placed the plate down— a reaction that Jungwon would never get tired of. As you sighed and stretched your arms to work out the aches from sitting for hours, you first noticed that the apples were arranged in a heart shape around the plate, and that there was a small dollop of peanut butter in the centre of the heart.

“You’re so cheesy…” You whispered with an amused scoff as you bit into the piece of apple.

Jungwon's lips turned up into a giddy smile hearing your whispered comment, but he tried to hide it behind his phone. The room became quiet as you went back to studying and Jungwon started to scroll through his phone on the bed.

You quickly lost track of time as you went back to your notes, and Jungwon slowly dozed off when he got tired of looking at his phone. You finished studying for science and decided to review your unit in social studies before finally calling it a day.

You let out a satisfied sigh. You had been incredibly productive during your study session and the payoff of your effort was an overflowing feeling of confidence when you thought about your upcoming exams. You stood up and stretched, a grin growing on your face at the sight of Jungwon sleeping on the bed.

You crouched beside him, admiring his pretty features even when he was sleeping. You reached out your hand and then hesitated. A piece of hair had fallen over his eye as he shifted slightly and you instinctively wanted to move it back into place. After a little consideration and a warm buzzing feeling growing in your stomach somehow urging you on, you reached forward again, this time gently brushing back the piece of hair to its rightful place.

You smiled— the last moment of peace and calm before a loud strike of thunder made you startle. The sound made you jump and a yelp of surprise escaped your throat. The commotion was loud enough to wake Jungwon up from his slumber. He sat up abruptly, blinking his eyes in shock before asking what happened and if you were okay in a hurried jumble of words.

“I’m okay,” You nodded, a little tense, “I think.”

“Get off the floor.” Jungwon said sheepishly, holding out his hand for you to grab onto to pull yourself up.

You sat next to him and relaxed your shoulders. You should have taken his advice from before and gone home early. You weren’t sure how you were going to walk home in this weather.

“Maybe I can… hail a taxi?” You questioned, glancing out the window to watch the ongoing storm before taking out your phone to check the time. It was already almost midnight. You stood up, “Either way I should try to get home quickly.”

Jungwon grabbed your hand to stop you. “No,” He said sternly, “Being outside during a storm like this isn’t safe.”

“But-” Another loud flash of lightning sounded and you tensed again.

“You hate loud noises, Y/n.” Jungwon reminded quietly, “Wouldn’t it be better if you stay?”

“Stay?! As in sleep over?” Your eyes widened as Jungwon nodded gently.

“I have a guest room for a reason…”

You would've protested if it weren’t for the violent thunder that continued to rage outside. You gave in to Jungwon’s idea, and he started to run around the house to get you everything you could possibly need with the brightest smile on his face.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for grabs if you’re hungry. There’s new toothbrushes in the bathroom cabinet as well as untouched toothpaste and mouthwash if you don’t want to use mine- oh! And you can shower or take a bath if you need to. I washed the tub this morning, I promise it’s clean.” He rattled off as you dropped your backpack on the floor of the guest bedroom.

“Thank you, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You told him nervously. You couldn’t quite differentiate if your anxiety stemmed from the loud storm or the fact that Jungwon was gazing at you as if you hung the very stars in the sky— his lips curved up into the most breathtaking smile the heavens had ever witnessed and his adorable dimples taking their place on his cheeks to complement it all.

“Sleep well, Y/n. Just knock on my door if you need anything. Goodnight!” He grinned and walked back to his room.

You showered and did your usual nighttime hygiene without any problems. It was only when you laid down with the intention of sleeping that you faced your first predicament.

The thunder was scaring you more than you had thought before.

When Jungwon was still in the room, you merely tensed a little when there was a particularly loud strike. But now that you were alone in the dark and unfamiliar guestroom, you felt frightened.

The room somehow seemed 10 degrees chillier than Jungwon’s comfortable room. Maybe it was him and his warmth that made it seem that way. You tossed and turned, trying to wrap the blanket around your body to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. But with the storm in the background and nothing else to focus on, your anxiety built up until you were close to tears.

You tried one last time to close your eyes and escape into your dreams, but again, you failed as another strike of thunder reached your eardrums. It became impossible to hold back your tears anymore, and as they slipped down your cheeks, you slowly got yourself to walk down the hall to Jungwon’s room.

You knocked 3 times on his door, promising yourself that if he didn’t answer you would just go back to bed and force yourself to make it through the night. You were already staying over unplanned and you didn’t want to cause any more inconvenience to the boy you liked than you already were.

As soon as the door opened and a sleepy Jungwon stood on the other side of it, you were already moving to hug him. Jungwon, in his still drowsy state, was taken by surprise with your sudden closeness, but as soon as his foggy brain registered that he wasn’t dreaming and that you were in fact hugging him right now, his heart melted on the spot.

“W-what happened, Y/n?” He gulped, somehow gathering the courage to wrap his arms around you as well to reciprocate the hug. He had barely even held your hand before, let alone hug you so closely, and he felt as if he should’ve been given time to prepare for this.

It was hard to hear you completely since your words were getting muffled by the fabric of Jungwon’s hoodie, but he was able to make out “storm” and “scared” and “couldn’t sleep” and put the pieces together from there.

He smiled and lifted you up in his arms so he was carrying you. You let him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you carefully to his bed, setting you down on it as if he was scared he would crack you.

“You don’t have a sweater, do you?” He asked. He had noticed the goosebumps on your arms and how cold your skin had felt moments earlier. You shook your head.

“Hm…” Jungwon hummed, looking in his closet amongst the hangers of jackets to find a crew-neck sweater. He tossed it to you once he found a suitable one and your cheeks burned once you realized that he had given this to you to wear. His sweater for you to wear.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep if I stay with you?” He questioned shyly.

“You mean sleep… together?” You asked, slipping into the sweater.

“Uh- I… I didn’t mean it like- Well-” Jungwon’s cheeks had never flushed such a bright red before.

“I don’t… mind.” You whispered quietly. You smiled at him, hoping that he might actually join you because the hug had ended too quickly and you had a need to stay cuddled up to him where you felt comfortable and safe for hours.

“Is this okay?” Jungwon asked, experimentally scooting a little closer to you, at a distance where he could hold your hand without having to reach at all.

“Yeah.”

“What about uh…” He questioned you with his eyes as he lifted the blanket to slip under it. You nodded again, ignoring how both of your cheeks are red as tomatoes, and the butterflies in both of your stomachs are having little dance parties.

Jungwon repeated those steps, always asking you before he does something, making sure that before anything else, you’re comfortable. And you continued to nod and give him affirmative answers until eventually you’re curled up against his chest again.

Being so close to him came with all the comfort the world could offer. Nothing could dare to touch you when you were wrapped safely in his arms, cheek resting against his chest, listening to his heart race from having you so close.

You felt comfortable, and safe, and happy.

And even though the storm continues to thrash outside— raindrops falling heavily on the roof and thunder crashes startling you every couple minutes— you were able to close your eyes and eventually fall asleep.

When Jungwon noticed that you’d drifted off to sleep, he smiled and hugged you closer. He concludes that he must be on some sickenly-in-love high, because he swears he’s never had this much confidence in his life; but he somehow finds the confidence to bring his face down slightly, just enough to press his lips to your forehead for 3 short seconds, 3 seconds that felt like an eternity.

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stainedstardom · 11 months

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BROO IM BEGGING PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

SAM x FEM!READER

Okay so like the reader and Sam get into a big argument you can choose about what. And then they don’t end up speaking for like a week or so and the reader can’t help but to feel so bad and blame them self because they miss Sam so idk one day everyone’s at Sam’s apartment and they decide to have a movie night. Anika. Mindy Tara and everyone else knew what was going on so after the movie they left the reader and Sam alone to work things out let’s say it got quiet so Sam gets up to leave but the reader tells her to stay and tells Sam how sorry she is and how she felt bad but Sam also says sorry and stuff. So they end up forgiving each other and kiss the end !! 🤭

sorry it’s a lot but PLSSSSSSSS

I’m begging on my knees for u to do this because ur a rlly good writer but PLSSSSSSS I want this so bad. Thank u sm luv u

no need to beg ml of course i’ll do it.

GET OVER IT

sam carpenter x fem! reader

"i can't believe you" sam yelled at you and you scoffed as you turned to her. chad, mindy and tara stood far behind as they watched the two of you

"me? oh my god sam , you were flirting with your fucking neighbor. you were giving him fuck me eyes and youre mad at me?" you asked and she shook her head

"youre fucking crazy" sam stated and you nodded

"right? yeah ill get over it, im leaving" you said and you stormed off as she stood and watched you walk away

"sam what the fuck? go after her" tara said and she shook her head with a laugh

"no fucking way, she put herself in this position" sam exclaimed and you kept walking. that was a week ago, you had stayed in your apartment, went to your job, to your classes, cleaned your apartment, went along with your life without sam and the others but nothing could feel the void.

sam called you crazy and maybe she was right. you shouldnt have though that she wanted her neighbor because she was nice to him. it was confusing after everything in woodsboro, you thought she would be closed off but this proved otherwise.

and tara as well as the twins were getting mad at you two for not talking. sam was being unruly and they missed the way you looked after them and took care of them so they did something.

chad called you and invited you to a movie night but you hesitated

"does sam want me there?" you remembered asking, you didnt want to invade her space no matter how much the others wanted you to. it was her space and you didn't want her to feel uncomfortable

"of course she does, she even told me to invite you" chad lied to you right through his teeth and thats how you ended up here. in sams apartment, sitting on the other end of the couch away from her because she was clearly uncomfortable with your presence

"chad can i talk to you?" you asked and he nodded as you led him to the kitchen and smacked his arm

"you told me she wanted me here" you stated

"ow! she does" he tried

"really? because it looks like my presence repulses her, i told you i wouldnt come if she would be uncomfortable" you said

"i know, im sorry, i just want you to fix this" he stated and you nodded

"i know and i do too but its not going to get fixed if she doesnt want to see me" you exclaimed and he nodded

"im sorry" he spoke and then someone else did too

"im sorry too" sam exclaimed and chad looked at you with a wide smile

"im going to let you two talk" he said and he walked out as sam walked in and sat down.

"im sor-" you said together and you laughed.

"you go" she spoke

"im sorry, i was mad for no reason. i just didnt know what to say or think so i said the first thing that came to my mind which was not a good idea" you stated and she nodded.

"im sorry too, calling you crazy was wrong, you have every right to be confused and annoyed with me" she said and she grabbed your hands as she looked in your eyes and you looked in hers.

"do you forgive me?" she asked

"of course i do, do you forgive me?" you questioned

"i couldnt stay mad at you forever" she said and you smiled as you leaned in and kissed her making her kiss you back and then you heard it

"YES! FINALLY" chad yelled and you laughed as you shook your head and smiled before you continued to kiss her.

you got over it

A/N: so i know its not entirely like the request but i think scolding chad wouldve been more angsty and cute! so i hope you enjoyed

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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HIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCHHH!! CAN U DO A NEIGHBOUR!GRAVES AND READER JUST MOVED INTO THE NEIGHBOURHOOD SOMETHING LIKE THAT? THANK U ML🖤

HIII IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT HAHAHA. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH🤍🤍. as someone who’s a crazy perfectionist compliments and asks like that mean the absolute WORLD to me😭🫶🏼

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You hated moving. You absolutely hated moving. There was too much stress, too much heaving and too many boxes. Pretty much too much of everything.

You curse as you bend down to pick up another box when someone calls out for you: “Excuse me,” you straighten up and again turn around.

There’s a man standing a couple meters away from you, smiling. “Do you need help?” he asks and your expression changes from confused to surprised. “I’m Phillip by the way. I live in the flat beside yours,” he adds, remaining in his position.

“I uh-“ you look around you, staring at all the boxes, just waiting to be moved. “I think I could use help, yes…” you nervously chuckle, wiping a couple strands of hair out of your face. You really weren’t made for labour; absolutely not.

He smiles again and steps closer. “Which one is the heaviest?” he asks and you think for a moment. You didn’t really know…

“I guess that one,” you point at the one with all of your kitchen utensils. “I had help packing my car so I don’t really know which one is the most heavy.” You blush, rubbing your neck. Why is he making you all squirmy? You literally just met him.

“Alight,” he claps his hands together and picks that box up with ease. You stare at him for a second before you remind yourself that you should do the exact same. You try to follow him as fast as you can, almost tripping over your feet. You really can‘t get by without embarrassing yourself…

„You can just..put it here,“ you instruct him when you reached your flat, placing your box on the floor and pointing to your kitchen. „I‘ll sort it in later.“ He grunts out a ‚okay‘ and sets the box down.

And so you and him pick up box after box, placing them in your flat while you try to already sort them after their belongings. When the last box is safely secured in your bedroom you wipe your forehead and smile at him. „Thank you so much Phillip. I don’t think I would‘ve been able to do it so fast without you.“ You blush once again when he returns your smile, readjusting the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

„It was a pleasure,“ he cocks his head, looking around and heading for the door.

You walk two steps into his direction, „Can I thank you with a dinner? Obviously not…yet,“ you nervously chuckle and look around. It would take one or two weeks to fully settle in but…

He stops and turns around. „Dinner sounds good.“ He winks and you feel yourself blushing even more. You know him since like one hour. Why were you going crazy over him?

„Thank you again.“

„Not for that,“ he waves it off, saying one last ‚see you soon‘ before he leaves you alone in the mess that‘s supposed to be your new flat…

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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YOU WRITE EDDIE SO WELL! Could you write something about him with a reader who gets awful headaches all the time? - and him just being a super respectful and caring boyfriend,also literally ready to murder anyone who raises their voice around the reader when they have a headache

thank you ml!! i love this hehe

The pain is bad today. Worse than usual; it feels like someone’s taken a jackhammer to your skull, and you’re stuck with this pounding vibration bouncing around the inside of your head. You play it off as nothing when Eddie takes a sidelong look at you, smiling and knocking into his side playfully, but your expression gives you away. You get this look about you when a headache comes on; your eyes scrunch and your lips pull tight into an unconscious grimace. You resist the urge to clasp your aching head in your hands.

“Come here, princess,” Eddie murmurs, keeping his voice low even as Dustin and Mike guffaw over something or other. You oblige him, clambering into his lap with as much grace as a newborn deer and pressing your face to his chest. He cradles the back of your head like you’re made of glass.

Tonight is Hellfire - obviously a perfect time for a flare up - but Eddie’s already on the verge of sending everybody home just from catching one glimpse of your pained face.

“It hurts,” you moan, mostly to yourself. He shushes soothingly.

“I know, babe. ‘m sorry.”

“‘s not your fault,” you chide, smiling through the pain; he can feel the imprint of your little smile - the slight upturning of your lips that you can’t hold in despite your throbbing temples - against his shirt and he exhales amusedly. You’ve gotten pretty good at disguising the sheer amount of turmoil these headaches cause you, but Eddie knows - he always knows. You hiccup into his chest, the beginnings of tears only serving to amplify the ache and the ringing in your ears that increases with every loud noise in the cramped caravan.

Mike shouts something at Dustin particularly loudly and Eddie shoots him daggers.

“Everyone out!” he declares. “We’re not doing this tonight.”

“What?” Dustin yells in that high pitched voice he gets when he’s shocked; you wince, pressing cold fingers to your forehead, “We’ve been planning this for weeks!”

“I said out, Henderson.” Eddie grits out.

“No, he’s right,” you grumble, voice croaking as you hold in painful tears, “Can’t cancel the whole campaign cos of me.”

“Baby girl, I don’t care about the campaign. I need you to feel better first.” You don’t have time to complain before his hands are on your head, rubbing the gentlest circles into your sore spots. You close your eyes, stretching until your limbs are squeezed underneath his.

Everybody shuffles out reluctantly with one more piercing look from him and then it’s quiet.

So blissfully quiet.

Eddie reluctantly lifts you from his lap, opting to lay you on his bed in the next room instead. He fetches you a cold, wet flannel to press to your head, one hand holding it still and the other traversing your face, tiny droplets of water settling themselves in your dimples as you smile gratefully to your boyfriend.

“Good girl, princess. I know this is the worst, but you’re doing so well.”

“Cuddle me?” you murmur, eyes screwing shut from the glaring lightbulb. He immediately catches it, rushing to switch it off and instead use the dimmer lamp to illuminate the room.

“Yeah, ‘ve got ya.” He bundles you into his arms, mindful of your head as he waits for you to position yourself comfortably; the last thing he wants is to accidentally exacerbate your pain. You peel the flannel from your face and settle yourself in the juncture of his neck, kissing his jaw. His heart melts a little - even when you’re in excruciating pain, all you want to do is love on him.

“Didn’t have to throw everyone out, Eds. I feel bad,” you croak, slipping your arms beneath his shirt. You’re almost trying to crawl into his skin, needing to be as close as possible as your fingers draw soft circles into his back.

“I wanted to, babe. My girl comes first. Always,” his voice rumbles, “I want to be here to take care of you when you’re feeling like this, you do it for me.”

“Love you, Eddie,” you tell him, humming as he pulls the covers over you.

“Love you more.” He tucks the pair of you in, holding you tight to his side. “Go to sleep, see if you feel any better when you wake up, alright?”

“‘kay.”

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beom1e · 8 months

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eternal prologue | sometime in june

genre angst. warning breakup, alcohol, cursing, use of drug-related metaphor. playlist ml. wc 1.9k.

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may had ended on a sour note with two hearts broken and a gloom lingering in the air. you weren’t even sure what day it was anymore, just that things had began to change around you whilst you sat and watched them do so.

and the hardest change, was watching beomgyu disappear.

sometime in june, you returned to your apartment building feeling dull and tired from work. beomgyu was slowly pacing back and forth outside of the entrance, deep in conversation with whoever was on the other side of the phone. while you stood there and watched him, his eyes failed to make their way over to you. when you woke up the next day, his house key had been left in an envelope just outside of your door.

when you unlocked his door and pushed it open, the entire apartment had been emptied. on your left side, there sat a box on the counter in his kitchen holding sweet memories of your time together. a cinema ticket, a small boat made from a starburst wrapper, a printed photograph that soobin had taken of you both, a polaroid of you that he once kept in his wallet, and much more.

you’d slid down to floor, clutching the photograph of you two and biting back the tears.

sometime in june, beomgyu left you a written note breaking up with you. sometime in june, beomgyu left everything he had left of you behind. sometime in june, beomgyu left.

although it was expected, it still hurt like a bitch.

back in your own apartment, you poured the box of things onto your bed and glared down at them. your two smiling faces made you feel nauseous to say the least.

you didn’t even have the time to process it, or even a chance to say goodbye. you thought about sending a hurtful text, or leaving a hateful voicemail, or even talking with him over the phone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. you didn’t want to hurt him, you just wanted him to feel the same level of hurt that he’d left you feeling.

the initial anger and hurt died down into pure pain and heartbreak. you wished you could have stayed angry. angry with his lack of communication, angry with his written way of breaking up with you, angry with the world for yanking you away from the only one you had ever loved so intensely.

you wanted to take it all back — to go back to the day you found out and forgive him there and then. or maybe to the day that you met, so that you would never have to face the inevitable heartbreak brought on by choi beomgyu.

you sobbed on the floor of your bedroom that day, your nails digging into the skin of your upper arms as you tried to hug your knees as tightly to your chest as possible.

a week of grieving your relationship and working then passed.

on a friday, you pulled open your door, jumping upon seeing yeonjun who had his fist raised as if he was about to knock. he was dressed up and ready to go out, whereas you had just thrown on an outfit you’d found on the floor and were heading to buy some snacks for another lonely movie night.

‘hey, y/n,’ his positive mood was too much for you right now. you gave him an empty, blank look. ‘can i come in?’

‘i was actually about to leave,’ you stated. ‘to get snacks.’

‘there’ll be food there,’ he smiled and pushed past you. ‘what are you wearing?’

‘what are you talking about?’ you pushed your door closed and spun around to face him.

‘don’t be cute with me, y/n,’ he beamed. ‘the party. i texted you about it a couple times this week, and i assumed your lack of response was just you saying yes.’

‘i’m not in the mood for a party, jun,’ you dropped onto your couch and sunk into the cushions. ‘i was broken up with a few days ago, remember?’

‘do you want to talk about it?’ he sat beside you. ‘the party isn’t for another hour anyway.’

‘i’m not going,’ you sighed. ‘and i don’t want to talk.’

‘c’mon, y/n,’ yeonjun huffed. ‘keeping it all in will only make you snap one day.’

‘you’re not exactly who i pictured talking about this with,’ you scanned him from the bottom up. ‘well, i wasn’t planning on talking about this with anyone, really.’

‘which is exactly why i’m here,’ he smiled. ‘seriously, i came to check up on you. and then i thought that if you needed a pick-me-up, we could check out that party.’

‘okay,’ you breathed out. ‘but i haven’t fully processed everything yet because i’ve been trying to distract myself with work. and i don’t really have any close friends to hang out with or talk to so work is my only escape now.’

‘you know you’ll always have us,’ he reassured. ‘you’re still our friend, no matter what the situation with gyu is.’

you hated the use of his nickname. it was so casual and familiar, as if he hadn’t just broken your heart. it made you feel a little sick to think too deeply about it. how he was still their friend and they all still admired him, despite what happened between you. the same could probably be said about you, though, from beomgyu’s perspective.

‘he’s your friend first,’ you looked down at the ground. ‘i don’t want to cause any trouble.’

‘you’re not going to cause any trouble,’ he reassured, and you finally decided yeonjun was safe enough to confide in.

‘i just wish things had gone differently,’ you swallowed thickly. ‘i wish i hadn’t been so sensitive. i mean, i wish beomgyu hadn’t betrayed my trust, but i also wish i hadn’t made such a big deal out of it. i just have so many regrets. we were so good together and we made each other so happy and now… we’re just over… just like that. there’s nothing more to it.’

‘usually things happen because they have to,’ he gave his wise advice. ‘you can’t control how they happen, but they happen. you had to find out the truth somehow, it all just happened a lot messier than you both would’ve liked. still, it doesn’t mean you have to be over forever.’

‘everybody always says that everything happens for a reason,’ you frowned. ‘by that logic, beomgyu and i weren’t meant to work out. that’s just how it is.’

‘i don’t agree with you,’ he stood abruptly. ‘but, you need to get ready now or we’re going to be late.’

‘yeonjun, please,’ you groaned. ‘i’m not ready to drink away my sadness yet, i’m still in the sad love songs and crying phase.’

‘i promise you’ll have fun,’ he pouted.

he was just trying to be a good friend to you, you knew that. besides, it wasn’t like one party would hurt. so you picked out an outfit, with his help, and speedily made yourself look presentable enough before he drove you to the party.

then the regret hit. walking in, there were way too many people within the confined space for you to feel comfortable, and way too many of them knew yeonjun by name. you smiled awkwardly and shook outstretched hands during the very long walk towards the host’s kitchen. some people called out your name upon recognising you from past functions, but the vast majority of people had no idea who you were at all.

‘pick your poison,’ yeonjun gestured towards the display of alcohol, using jazz hands which only succeeded in embarrassing you further.

‘something light,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘unless you want this party to be ruined by a little sob-fest of mine.’

‘alright,’ moments later, he handed you a freshly opened bottle filled with some kind of cheap alcopop.

you grabbed a straw and began sipping, using your position against the counter to scan through the house. yeonjun stood beside you, fiddling with his bottle as if nervous to say the next thing on his mind. you looked over at him, and caught him chugging back his own drink. he slammed it onto the counter and grimaced at the aftertaste.

‘you’re really selling that drink, you know,’ you joked.

‘very funny, y/n,’ he smiled. ‘that aside, there’s actually some people i’d like you to meet.’

you felt the pace of your heart pick up instantaneously. maybe you should have offered to do a long line of shots instead, so that you’d actually have the confidence to talk to new people. you warily followed yeonjun outside, where the music was a lot quieter and a lot more conversation was happening. there was a slight buzz in your ears from the switch of volume.

a few steps into the garden, yeonjun threw his arms around two girls and excitedly greeted them. they looked much less excited than he did, turning back to roll their eyes.

‘remove your arm or lose it,’ the one tucked under his right arm spoke up. ‘i’m not going to play beer pong with you.’

‘i’m not here to get my ass beat by you at beer pong, sakura,’ he lifted his arms and took a step back.

‘oh my god!’ the other girl who had previously been trapped almost shrieked, making you jump. ‘you must be y/n!’

she approached you with speed, the liquid in her cup peaking over the lip and spilling on the ground right beside your shoe. you smiled awkwardly, nodding. she threw her arms around you in a hug, somehow managing to not spill her drink all over you in the process.

‘sorry, y/n,’ yeonjun spoke. ‘yunjin’s very clingy when she’s drunk. i’ll see you in like an hour or two, okay?’

‘wait, what?’ your jaw dropped open. ‘yeonjun, you can’t just leave me! i don’t know anybody here!’

he shrugged and made his way back inside, leaving you trapped in the stranger’s arms. thankfully, another girl was already working to pull her away from you.

‘we’re not all emotional drunks like yunjin,’ the girl, who had short black hair and perfect bangs, smiled kindly. ‘she means well, she just can’t handle her alcohol.’

‘oh, right,’ you awkwardly laughed, avoiding her eyes. ‘do you know where yeonjun might have went?’

‘don’t worry about him, y/n,’ sakura, as you remembered, spoke in a cold yet meaningful tone. ‘you can do better.’

‘kkura!’ yunjin gasped. ‘you can’t say things like that! y/n is beomgyu’s girl, remember?’

‘beomgyu’s ex-girl, actually,’ you corrected, making yunjin’s smile fade. the alcohol was knocked straight out of her system upon hearing your reply.

‘oh, i’m so sorry, y/n,’ she frowned. ‘i knew that, i just forgot. i didn’t mean to upset you or anything.’

‘no, it’s okay,’ you smiled sadly. ‘it’s new, so i get it.’

‘should we get another drink?’ the girl with the short black hair and perfect bangs attempted changing the subject. she seemed the type to easily take control of a situation. ‘i’m chaewon by the way, and the girl over there talking to the university’s entire ice hockey team is kazuha.’

‘hey, kazuha!’ sakura called. ‘y/n is here!’

clearly, this whole meeting had been set up by yeonjun. it was his attempt to stop you from falling back into that lonely place you’d spent so much time in before beomgyu came into your life. his presence had became a source of nepenthe, and yeonjun was afraid that you were due a comedown now that he was gone. he could only hope that a friendship with these girls could supply you with enough to keep you from slipping.

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beeisntevenhere · 30 days

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write me a Kirishima X reader fluff...i'll pay you a free space in my bed

☆ Look at me writing ! And kirishima too thats very cutie patootie sorry this was kinda rushed

☆Also I'll gladly take space in your bed ml <3

☆Warnings!! Honestly there isnt really that many warnings, she's just kinda sad that's it😭

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As always english isnt my first language so if you see any spelling errors I'm sorry !

I tried my best with this 😗

"You're not useless"

☆Kirishima x reader

Being a pro-hero was hard.

Ejiro knew it,you knew it,you were one, in fact

At least until an accident left you incapacitated for the time being, which meant you couldn’t do your job as much as you wanted to.

So now instead of spending your nights wildly outside fighting villains, helping civilians, and being adored by fans, you spent your nights in a much more serene fashion, laying on your fancy fluffy grey couch, adorned with the softest pillows money could buy. And watching whatever was on TV, or more commonly, whatever TV show or movie was popular

This routine, while comforting and peaceful, was, to tell the truth, very boring and repetitive, and when you’ve been doing this for far too many days the bright blinding lights of the TV start to take a toll on your eyes, you’re overwhelmed. The whole time since your accident you’ve been incredibly useless. While your friends and even the love of your life were out there every day fighting for a brighter future, you’re here rotting. Incapable of doing anything.

Before you even knew it, tears were streaming out of your eyes, and the whole situation just came crashing down on you. Your emotions were going haywire, and clearly, the time you had been taking off work was taking a psychological toll on you.

You were too busy crying and being encapsulated in your own misery to notice the sound of the door opening and the soft footsteps that followed on your hardwood floor until the instigator of said noise was right in front of you looking terribly worried

"Pretty girl…?" he said gently, carefully positioning himself to get a better look at you, Ejiro's eyes widened as soon as he saw the tears cascading down. His eyes softened as he held your chin with both of his hands, carefully wiping said tears, "Baby,please talk to me" he whispered, He could hear the erratic breathing and could basically feel the sadness radiating off of her.

With as much strength as you could conjure up in your constricted throat, you let out a pitiful "I’m sorry" followed by more stinging tears and Ejiro was way past the point of worry, Still softly caressing your cheeks, he himself got on the couch right in front of you, "listen to me pretty girl is that okay?" you weakly nodded and he kept talking "I’m not sure what has gotten you so upset but I’m here okay just pay attention to me and focus on my breathing" He took your hand and delicately placed it on his chest "just follow my rhythm" You felt his chest rise and fall, and slowly but surely you began to copy his inhales and exhales. Now slightly more level headed he looked you at you curiously, waiting patiently.

You had to explain to him why you were pathetically sobbing and let him in on what had been weighing on your mind the past few weeks.

Looking down at the floor, you shamefully admitted, "I'm useless Kiri"

And he was silent. You sat there expectantly awaiting his reply, but it never came. When you looked back up at him, you barely had a chance to process anything before his lips came crashing down into yours, and while it was unexpected, Ejiro’s kisses were never unwelcome. His hand was adoringly cupping your chin as his warm lips collided with yours. The kiss ended as abruptly as it began as he instead pulled away.

Landing a gentle peck on your forehead, then your knuckles,your neck, your check.

"You're not useless baby" he murmurs in between kisses.

"You would never be useless" he repeats, then, reaching for your face, you lock eyes.

"I love you so much. You light up my world every single day. I come home every night, and I look forward to seeing you every time" Some choked-up sobs slightly escape your lips. "But I’m stuck here. I can’t go out and help anyone anymore! i- " "Because you already have, you have this injury because you’ve saved so many people. Your not useless." Ejiro interrupts, his voice breaking as he touches foreheads with you. "Please don’t ever say that pretty girl"

He interlocks your hand with his as he carefully lays down on the sofa. As you bury your face in the crook of his neck and cling on to him for dear life, he nudges closer to your head, whispering in your ear some sweet reassurances. "It’s okay." "I’m here for you baby"

A/N:I love kiri so much he's def in my top 5 mha characters, I don't rll like how this turned out tho😭

Anyways I am still taking requests so if you would like to request stuff you can :D And if you don't know my request rules you can find them here! REQUEST RULES

☆If you see any typos or find anything triggering that I forgot to correct or tag pls dm me so I can change it

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muchalucha-art · 2 months

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*Feeling better today. 2024 has started with a whirlwind of lucha opportunities, which are all positive. Unfortunately my family fell ill, which means I fell ill, so I am playing catch-up this week. However before my temporary incapacitation I did finally nail the design for this guy!

Because every class of wayward, impressionable, mascaritas needs a maestro...

I have to say, I am loving working in the ML! universe Mucha Luchaverse again. I think Hex has a real '2004' vibe going on...

Thanks for being patient everyone...playing catch up this week!

#rudopolis #Hex #macromedia flash #flash animation #flash 8 #character design

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ourpickwickclub · 1 month

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I took one for the team and listened to the ML interview with Bobby Bones. Her team is definitely working overtime to sell those LV tickets and position her as a likable serious “record label head.”

Most of interview was boring. She is not interesting at all. The only thing of note she said was that she felt like, even though her show is ending, she felt like “once you are in the LV club, you can always go back.” Hard to believe with her ticket sales.

The best part was at the end when Bobby Bones sidekick (I think his name is “Lunchbox”) asked her if she brought fans up on stage to sing with her (because he claimed to have a friend going next week.) Typical ML, she said no because (paraphrasing) they worked so hard to get the show right and they don’t want to mess with it and because “the drinks they serve in the venue are pretty strong” and you never know what state people are in.

Thanks to Lunchbox for asking the question and exposing a bit of her true colors. If she wanted to interact with fans it is easy enough to do it….just look at G, Adele, Kelly Clarkson and many others…even in an LV show where show time and length is important.

I honestly don’t know why they would want her back with how her sales have been. And I’ve also seen a lot of underwhelmed attendees post.

- B

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mildmayfoxe · 3 months

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talkin bout. covid stuff. i'm not sick dont worry

as careful readers are aware ive been masking inside my own house to avoid whatever my roommates are up to for almost a month now. started jan 3. which like is fine its whatever i do feel stupid doing it but i would rather feel stupid than be killed or injured for life by a pandemic that everyone pretends is over. but ive been keeping an eye on all the various wastewater tracking both nationally and locally and the numbers were definitely getting MUCH better here considering that they were much higher than the national (which took me a lot longer to realize than it should have, i was just looking at graph go down and not what the actual copies per ml was ON the graph. stupid) so that's a positive change. but even though it was getting much better and i had high hopes for being able to stop masking in my HOUSE !!! everything now is indicating that the numbers are starting to go back up again which means im in for another lord nows how many more weeks wearing a mask and waiting six+ minutes every time i come back in my room before taking it off to let the air circulate first. and who knows if that's even effective! who knows how much air from the rest of the house is getting through the weather stripping tape i used to try to seal my door as best i could! and it's not the worst hardship in the world but i'm just tired. i haven't washed my face properly this whole time because i figured out how to shower with a mask on thankfully even though washing my hair is a challenge but my skin is so bad right now. and it's my birthday on thursday and i don't even feel comfortable going to my ONE friend's house so i dont have to be alone because i feel like i can't trust anyone because i don't know anyone who takes covid as seriously as i do. no one cares anymore and i can't afford to live alone but i dont know how much longer i can live like this. i'm so tired of being scared of everyone and i'm so tired of leaving my life on hold for a pandemic no one seems to want to do anything to end. not to even mention the ongoing GENOCIDE! not to be fucking DEPRESSING on main and i didn't mean to write this much but i'm just so sad. it's so hard to hope that things will ever get better. anyway 🤙🏻 the grief is never-ending but you still gotta do laundry or whatever

#chatpost #sorry i'm not in a good mood im just being sad under the cut

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swordsmans · 8 months

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Hey I saw your tags about your degree and how you ended up as an archivist and I was wondering if you would be willing to elaborate more on how that happened and stuff! I work in a library right now (though I do not have a MLS, I waffle back and forth on going for one) and archives are something I'm very interested in but they seem somewhat impenetrable as a field.

Hellooo!!! :D OMG!!! It’s always nice to meet other people in the field!!! I understand the apprehension about wanting/not wanting to go back for an MLS/MLIS—it’s a lot of work and debt for very little, tbh. Work experience is arguably more important than the degree unless you have very specific career goals (like archives, for example).

It’s a little bit difficult to answer this one without utterly doxxing myself, but the short answer is that I kind of. Fell into it? I was initially hired because my “specialty”/background is data and cataloging (the information science part of the degree lol), and I was supposed to do something else in a different department altogether. However, there was a little bit of staff shuffling and my museum looked internally when they needed an archivist to do something very specific with the collection. Because I was relatively new to the role (so I hadn’t settled much), had previous work experience in special collections, and the project is time-sensitive (grant related; oh, grants…), they just scooted me over to archives for what was supposed to be few days a week until they hired someone else, but… well. Here we are. I’m sorry I don’t have a very straightforward answer!! It really was just a weird alignment of circumstances in an extremely underfunded institution.

Technically I swap between a few different roles, and as much as I do enjoy my job I don’t know if I will stay an archivist long-term. You’re right—it’s an extremely impenetrable field and often jobs will look for multiple academic qualifications beyond just an MLS/MLIS when looking for candidates, like secondary relevant MAs or PhDs. I don’t think I’m technically even qualified to do my own job, because my background is not maritime history. Like you saw, it’s literally horror literature lol. I just happen to be really, really good at information analysis, which fits my museum’s specific need. And because I’m not technically qualified on paper, my institution doesn’t “have” to pay me an archivist’s salary, so everyone kind of wins. I’m the budget-friendly option for them and I get to do interesting work—but don’t know if I could leverage this experience into a similar position elsewhere when it’s time for me to move on.

It’s difficult to weigh the worth of going back for the degree (and choosing a specialty) because of the high commitment/low reward aspect of the industry. Personally, I do think it’s worth it—with the caveat that in order to find a job there is an extremely high chance you will have to move for your job. Out of town, probably out of state, potentially out of the country depending on where the openings are. I pivoted away from looking into a lit PhD because this was basically a requirement for academia, and I don’t have the ability to do that. Archives are very similar, I’m just a fluke. Libraries in general are a little all-consuming, although you might already know that. An MLS/MLIS would open a lot of doors, but you would have to shape your life around your job because of the way your new position would (in theory) work. It’s a very personal decision.

Either way, libraries are lucky to have you!!!! You’re doing wonderful, essential work by default and it makes me happy to hear you’re passionate about the field enough to consider staying long-term. <3 It seems like there’s always a shortage of staff because of the low pay and grueling environment (depending on the place, I suppose, but that’s been my experience) and I’m glad you seem to have found your place in our industry d(*ﾟーﾟ*)

#answers #librarian problems

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hearts4golbach · 7 months

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 11

"you're the shower of light I devour any day of the week,"

I was dying. nobody told me how hard recovery would be. I stared at the ceiling, clenching my fists so hard I could feel the blood begin to form under my finger nails. the temptation wasn't there. I had nothing. all I wanted to do was sleep, but my mind wouldn't allow me to do that. I wanted to breathe. sleep. it felt like I was being held under water, but how can you be breathing without the water filling your lungs and drowning? I choked back tears and picked up my phone.

'sal? r u up?' I stared at my phone, praying he was. *ding.*

'yea r u ok ml?'

I took a deep breath.

'no'

'can we sneak out nd go somewhere?'

'yea sure my dad just left 4 work'

'nightshift'

'yeah I assumed it w as night shift otherwise y would ur dad be working rn.'

'yea yea meet me at the elevator ;)'

I slipped on a hoodie and slides. I snuck out the front door, not like anyone could hear me over my dad's snoring. sal was leaning against the wall facing away from me.

"Hi Sally." I smiled whenever he hugged me.

"Hey, what's going on?"

I wiped my hand on my leg, I didn't want to tell him about how badly I wanted to relapse. "I'm just having a rough night. did you have a nightmare?"

he nodded. the elevator descended to the first floor. "oh shit, I didn't know it was raining." I muttered.

"it's just a few drops. we should be fine." he replied, wiping a few droplets off of his prosthetic cheek.

he was far from right. the rain began pouring down. it slapped against the pavement, turning it a muddy, darker shade of grey. thunder danced around the ski like ballerinas. I smiled to myself, what a silly reference.

"we need to get out of the rain." I mentioned, thunder crashing after I said so. "scary." I smirked.

I pulled my shirt up to cover my head as we ran for the tunnel near school. sal slipped frequently, almost falling. as we ran through the rain, I felt more alive than I had in months. the way my feet slapped against the soaked concrete made me giggle.

"fuck this!" I cackled as I slipped off my shoes. I ran faster barefoot. small rocks jabbed my feet, making me wince but I didn't care.

"y/n, oh my god!" sal was hysterical.

"what?! come on, it's better this way! you're too tense!"

whenever we finally made it to the tunnel, sal and I collapsed. we were breathing heavily as we watched the occasional car drive by.

"Hey, we sound just like when we were having se-"

"y/n!" sal cut me off.

"just saying!" I teased. I jumped up and walked to the middle of the street. I laid in the middle in a starfish position.

"y/n, there are cars, you know!" sals words echoed through the tunnel.

"so?"

"they can't see you." sal moved to stand in front of me.

"so you wanna get hit by a car?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I'd rather get hit by a car than see you get hit."

"sal you're fucking wack." I replied as he sat down next to me. I watched the rain slowly drip out of his bright blue hair. I'm sure he was uncomfortable under his prosthetic.

"y/n! car!" sal yelled. I jumped up and looked behind me to see an empty street.

"you're such a dick!" I giggled pushing his arm.

"you know you love me." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "I was just testing your reflexes!"

"right." I stood up fully and looked down at him. I placed a kiss on his prosthetic lips.

"grandma, this is my best friend sal. I told you about him!"

"hello, dear sal. I'm so glad you can stay with us this week! I'm sure you and Y/n will have a great time."

and we did.

day 1-

dear diary,

today me and sal played in the backyard. I got stung by a stupid bee! sal was there for me, though. grandma fell asleep early. we made our own dinner. me and sal make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I'm worried about grandma, but I don't want to worry sal. he's asleep, anyway. I think grandma's on sleeping pills again. I remember what happened last time. mommy's going to get angry again. I don't want another fight. especially in front of sal. it's a secret between me and you, okay diary?

day 2-

dear diary,

Grandma said me and sal can't go outside today period she said it was dangerous period she said there's bad people outside period me and sal didn't question. We watched her close all the blinds and sit on the couch holding a kitchen knife. Me and sal locked ourselves in the guest bedroom. We hid under the blankets and made up stories to tell each other. Grandma called us out and told us dinner was ready. I didn't eat.

day 3-

Mommy is coming to get us today. Grandma took us outside. She said she wanted to beat the demons out of her rug. I think she's been taking too many pills. When mom came, grandma and her fought. Mom knocked grandma to the ground trying to get the pills from her. Me and sal hid downstairs. We held each other til we knew it was over. I told him I was so sorry.

#ash campbell #larry johnson #sal fisher #sally face #fanfiction #light shower #fanfic #melanie martinez #friends to lovers #sal fisher x y/n

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i-like-anything-water · 8 months

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You have way too many ideas and headcanons for Chloenette that it makes me happy (and a bit worried-). You're pretty much one of my source of chloenette contents here in Tumblr (and ao3). Chloenette is pretty much my guilty pleasure of a ship (and my most favorite ship in ML, it used to be the love square 🙃). So, thank you for contributing lots of Chloenette AU and headcanons, ily. (I also like Wenclair, but I haven't watched Wednesday yet, Twitter spoiled me). And the buff Chloe, I'm already trying to find some references 😂, but it may take a while since malapit na Yung start Ng klase (pls send help- Ang iksi Ng bakasyon 😭)

Hello

Thank you! Sometimes I get annoyed at myself for all of my silly aus because I can't seem to finish the one's that's works in progress lmao.

Chlonette is my main ship from the show as well. I love them dearly, both redeemed and damned honestly. They're fun either way.

Thank you! I hope to contribute more for them and I still am, just that whenever I check their tags I keep seeing myself on the latest lmao. I'm probably gonna wait a week and check again for new content xD.

Wenclair my precious. I'm planning to go back into writing for them as well, I still have unfinished works I haven't updated in a while.

Buff Chloe Buff Chloe BUFF CHLOE. I actually first thought of that because of the Wednesday crossover fic I've been toying in my mind. It's also inspired by one chlonette shipper and artist, @honeybearheiress !

Basically in this AU Chloe is an Addams, a bit far from the main family but still an Addams and she's a werebear! So, buff Chloe!

Unfortunately I can't get my hands on the butterfly miraculous and akumatize those in position to extend our vacation. Sad. But I'm looking forward to your art!

Good luck with classes! :)))

#asks #shianmae-gumgum-akami10 #chlonette #wenclair

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nice2meetyouu · 2 months

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Mahabang kwento part 2.

Ano 'yung toxic at unhealthy dun?

Sabi nga ng ibang tao, pag sinabi mong ganyan, it implies na may pattern nang nangyayari.

Paano nareduce 'yung mga bagay na sobrang vinalue ko—moments and experiences together—sa something na "toxic" at "unhealthy"?

As far as I know, straightforward akong kausap. At 'yung mga brining up nya dating concern, ni-receive ko naman warmly at positively. Hindi ba sabi nya, naghanda sya ng rebuttal, pero na-amaze siya na pinakinggan ko sya at tinanggap as is?

Just a week before we were on a happy date. Just a few days before I was thanking him for various things. And even on the day itself na I was so down, I know some of my statements weren't the best, but I showed appreciation, hindi ba?

Oh, and weren't you calling me wife-to-be, and asking me things about changing my surname?

If from the start nilinaw mo na casual lang gusto mo, kasamang lumabas, kasamang kumain, kasamang magtravel, kayakap, occasional na kausap, and none of life's drama and no emotional support required, sana nakapag-adjust ako accordingly.

Sana, hindi ako nag-lean on you. To think na I trusted you with worries, anxiety, goals, and the steps I've been taking to reach those... only for you to "devalue" me now that what I did turned out to be a misstep, and leave me when I was desperate for support and comfort...

Naging toxic at unhealthy ang relationship? At ngayon hindi mo alam kung justifiable ba na i-block ako o i-unfriend na lang? At nagkocomment ka pa sa ibang namomroblema, na kung gusto nya ng advice, pwede ka nyang kausapin? At naghahanap ka na agad ng kasamang gumala at kumain sa mall? At, for some reason, 'yung display pic mo ngayon ay 'yung picture na ako ang kumuha sa isang date natin dati, at nandu'n ang kamay ko at bracelet?

Naiisip daw nya na every time na lang, ganu'n ang mangyayari—bro has predicted the future of our relationship. Ganu'n as in pag may mabigat na problema ako, magbebreakdown ako? Did I? 'Yun ba 'yung nangyari in the past? At 'yung sabi mo na safe space ka, nasaan? It really baffles me. Kung aware ako na pang-good times lang 'tong ginagawa natin, sana hindi ako nag-open up sa 'yo?

Alam mo namang hindi ako nagrarant dati sa 'yo, pero pinapaniwala mo ako na okay lang, at hindi ka affected negatively, at gusto mo kamo marinig at malaman ang lahat.

On top of your other little lies, like when I asked saan ka huling nagtravel by plane and you said na Boracay, and later on it turns out you've never been there, or when you said na you met your ex sa ML and it turns out na sa dating site mo sya na-meet, I find all of these atrocious.

Selfish ako... for feeling hopeless?

On paper, mukhang okay ka naman. When I met you in person, I found you endearing din. I hope you got a big ego boost from me, I sincerely complimented you a lot, didn't I. It's a pity that you lack humanity, and you're always thinking of the "ideal" characteristics to show people, the "ideal" words to say in situations, the "ideal" course of action in life, and everything ideal.

Oh, to be discarded. I feel free. The next time I "trust" again, I hope it's someone sincere and upfront, and not someone who wants me to believe that his love is deeper than the ocean, and had on a gift to me engraved "I will love you until the end of time," only to see my vulnerability and weakness as selfishness, and call what we had toxic and unhealthy.

#sinulat to habang emotional

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