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thirstbxtch · 2 years

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Limb from Limb

Rated: Explicit. 18+ only.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Gareth's Sister!Reader. No Y/N.

Summary: Harsh, cruel words babe/They're gonna cut me like knife.

Warnings: Drug Use, Hate Sex, Mild Degradation because hate sex but not too much because it's not really my thing, Spitting, Blowjobs, Multiple Orgasms, and a Dash of Angst at the end but I plan on writing a follow up.

Notes: Title and summary taken from the Motorhead's Limb from Limb (give a listen, it's so hot for real). Some italicized text is meant to be Eddie's own internal monologue and other text is italicized for emphasis, you should be able to differentiate based on context, but if it's confusing I can change it. Okay also, I was doing some "research" and Eddie doesn't have a headboard or footboard so he doesn't even have anything to handcuff people to on his bed, like smh.

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Eddie's a little early for their first band practice of the summer he realizes, parking his van on the street. He walks up the driveway, guitar case in hand. The garage door is open and Gareth's drum kit is setup, but he doesn't see Gareth. He's thinking about some new riffs he wants to share with the band. He fully intends on writing some kick ass material this summer. Maybe he can save enough money for them to do a demo.

He walks into the garage, wandering over to the inside door to let himself in when the door is pulled inwards for him.

You. Gareth's sister.

"Ugh, god Munson, what are you doing here?" You sneer.

You had graduated high school last year with a reputation for being the cheerleader with a bad girl streak.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie shoots back. "Aren't you supposed to be in college or something?"

"Or something? I'm home for the summer, dumbass."

Christ, you're such a bitch, that much hasn't changed, although he thinks you've somehow managed to get hotter during your year away, briefly eyeing your denim cutoffs and thin cropped t-shirt. You're different in a way he can't exactly put his finger on. Maybe it's just the mysterious allure of college girls, unexplored territory for him.

"And I'm here for band practice. Is Gareth around or have you already sacrificed him to your evil whore overlord?" Eddie asks, giving you a close lipped smile and a tilt of his head.

"Don't talk about sacrifices to me, freak," you say, narrowing your eyes before turning your head over your shoulder to call inside the house. "Gareth, Munson is here for your little, loser band practice."

There's a muffled shout from inside.

You push past Eddie, stepping over to the deepfreeze in the garage. Eddie is powerless to watch as you reach in, cutoffs riding up, revealing the curve of your ass as they do so.

It would so easy for him to just walk up behind you, press his hips against your ass--

You straighten and close the lid to the deep freeze, popsicle in hand--cherry. Your nipples are hard from the cold air and they push against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He picks you up, sets you down roughly on the deep freeze, hands gripping your hips, stands between the v of your spread legs and sucks at your tits just like that, right through your damn shirt, his tongue--

"See something you like, Munson?" You coo softly, unwrapping the icy treat and giving him a smirk before popping the tip in your mouth.

Eddie is saved the embarrassment of having to retort because Gareth comes out into the garage.

"Have fun, losers," you say, sauntering back inside.

Gareth sighs and rolls his eyes.

"She's the fucking worst, man, I swear."

"Yeah, totally dude," Eddie agrees, "the worst".

The next few weeks continue in much the same way. The summer allows them more time together as a band, so Eddie is over at Gareth's more often, leading to more quips and heated exchanges between you. Meanwhile Eddie's mind falls in the gutter whenever he sees you, when you reach into the fridge to get a beer, in the deep freeze to get more damn popsicles, the wicked little twist of your mouth as you insult him--he thinks about kissing the sneer right off your face. A hot, open mouthed kiss; maybe you would actually be quiet for once.

And it's after a few of those weeks, one night--quite literally the middle of the night--there's a sharp, persistent rapping on Eddie's trailer door. He's kind of high and it takes moment for the sound to break through the haze of drugs, but once he realizes it's real, he curses, rolling off of his bed, pulling on a shirt at least--he'd just been in his boxers.

He quickly goes to the door, where the rapping is still occurring, then pauses, what if it's the cops? Who knocks like that except for the fucking cops?

Here we go.

But when he pulls the door open it's only you.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck do you want?" He asks, demanding, mouth set in a line.

You're greeted by the sight of Eddie in an oversized band tee and a pair of soft looking black boxers. Long hair slightly more disheveled than usual. He looks good, you hate to admit it, he always looks good. Hell, you don't even think the band is that bad. More than once you've imagined Eddie bruising you with the same aggression as the music he plays. More than once you've thought about plucking one of his dumb little cigarettes out of his mouth as he sings softly to himself, writing and rewriting on frantic pieces of paper, just to finish it off yourself in one smooth, long drag, just so your lips can touch the same filter, just so you can have him look at you with those soft, dark eyes.

"I'm out of the drugs I brought with me and you're only dealer I know of in this godforsaken shithole," you say, pushing past him and into the trailer.

Eddie blinks, looking at the space where you used to be, then at you.

"Sure, yeah, just let yourself in."

He contemplates kicking you out, but he can't exactly afford to turn away a paying customer.

"What do you want?" Eddie asks again, walking past you and to his room.

"Pot, obviously," you counter.

Decidedly not obvious.

Eddie looks at you over his shoulder. No way, you're entirely too high strung to be a smoker.

"Didn't take you for the type."

"As if you know anything about me."

O-kay.

"How much do you want?"

You're in his room now. You've never been here before. Sure you did drugs in high school but you always made whatever jock boyfriend you had at the time buy for you. You had to wring Gareth's little neck for directions before you headed out tonight.

It smells like pot and cigarettes and stale beer and dirty laundry, but it's kind of comforting in a weird way. The walls are covered with band posters and whatever other nerdy shit he's into--Dungeons and Dragons.

You pull $50 out of the back pocket of your cut offs, glancing around.

"How much will this get me?"

Eddie counts the bills.

"Well for you, there's a special bitch tax, so let's say half an ounce." Eddie replies smugly, happy for the opportunity to hold the upper hand.

You set your jaw and glare at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Munson? That's enough for an ounce and then some." You huff.

Eddie shrugs openly.

"Like I said, special bitch tax for you sweetheart."

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek and look at the floor before your expression completely changes to a soft pout.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, I'll be nicer I promise." You lie sweetly.

It's almost comical. He knows you're lying and you know he knows you're lying.

"I have a lot going on that you don't know about ok? Please, I really need this," you offer more sincerely.

Eddie sighs and looks away. Life must be so easy for you. All you have to do is bat your lashes and say pretty please. But he doesn't like to judge. Maybe you do have something going on.

"Fine, an ounce."

He looks at you and you give him a smirk.

"Better," you say with all the confidence of a cat who's won the cream.

He turns away, pocketing the cash and rummaging through his drawers and measuring out an ounce.

Eddie turns around, drugs in hand, and notices your gaze absentmindedly locked on his handcuffs.

"See something you like?" He lilts, giving you a wicked grin.

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Please, Munson." You reply, tone dismissive.

Eddies grin only widens. He's high, his impulse control is decidedly lower than usual--like he really has any to begin with, and he can't resist the urge to wind you up.

"Please what? Cuff you on my bed?"

You take a step towards him, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow.

"You wouldn't even know where to begin with a girl like me."

"Oh, I know exactly where I'd begin with a little slut like you, princess." Eddie returns, also taking a step forward.

"Yeah? You think you can show me a good time, Munson? Let's see it then." You challenge meeting his gaze.

Without really thinking, Eddie drops the weed and instinctively pushes you against the wall of his room. Hands gripping your hips like he's so often thought of and crushes his mouth to yours, mildly surprised when you return the kiss without hesitation, your arms locking around his neck. It's heated, teeth and noses bumping as you both fight for dominance, but Eddie manages to lick into your mouth, stroking your tongue with his, biting at your bottom lip and drawing it into his mouth and releasing. His hand grips your jaw, tilting it upwards before you can close your mouth.

He knows he's taking a risk, but he's willing to take it, it'll be totally worth it. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, angling his lips above yours, and spits deliberately into your open mouth.

Your eyes flicker with anger, but when he covers your lips with his, you only moan and press against him. He licks into your mouth once again, thoroughly tasting you, sin and bittersweet.

"So the rumors are true," he murmurs, breaking the kiss, and bringing his mouth to your throat. "You are a slut."

"Fuck you," you spit, hating how this feels better than anything has in a long time.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," Eddie says lowly, nipping and kissing your throat.

While you're distracted, Eddie reaches for the cuffs behind you, removing them with a soft clink. Your hands are at his stomach now, palming his ribcage, so it only takes a little slight of hand to slip one cuff over your wrist, and then the other, clicking them into place.

You still and Eddie can't read your expression--part anger, part want, and Eddie is suddenly unsure.

"I can take them off ok? We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says breaking, voice going gentle.

You only sneer in response.

"I can take it Munson. Do your worst."

Christ you're impossible. Instead he says, "Get on your knees then, sweetheart."

You sink to your knees slowly, obediently, hands cuffed in front of you, keeping eye contact. Eddie towers over you once your knees finally hit the floor. You can see the bulge in his boxers where he's hard.

"You like this, freak? You like seeing me on my knees?" You taunt.

"Not as much as you like being there," Eddie retorts in the same tone, palming himself through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Suck me off?" It still holds the slightest inflection of a question.

We don't have to do anything you don't want to.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," you reply, throwing his own words back at him.

Eddie bites his lip, pushing down his boxers.

Your eyes widen and flicker at the sight of his hardened length, his perfect mushroom tip, your core clenching.

"Not bad, Munson," you tease through lowered lashes. "Might have fucked you before now if I knew you had such a pretty dick."

Eddie only pushes the tip against your lips and you open, sucking him in. He tosses his head back with a groan, one hand resting against the wall, and the other in your hair.

"Nothing to say now, huh?" Eddie asks rhetorically, hand tightening in your hair as you suck slowly at the head of his cock, completely aware that you're still the one with the actual power. He tastes strong and undefinably masculine. Your tongue teases the slit.

Eddie bites back a curse and looks down at you. You've got those big, blow job eyes and your cheeks are hollow. You only suck harder at his head, swirling your tongue around it and then letting it go with a pop. You look up at him, spit sticking your lips, and suck the tip into your mouth again, deliberately putting on a show, a show that Eddie watches transfixed as you swallow half his length, then all of it, your eyes closed now. He moans, cock twitching on your tongue.

You release him slowly, smirking up at him.

"You wanna fuck my pretty little mouth don't you, freak?"

"Your pretty little mouth was made for fucking, whore," Eddie returns, reaching down and cupping your jaw in one hand, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip.

You open for him and then he's pushing into your mouth, rolling his hips slowly at first, shaft sliding over your tongue, still watching with darkened eyes. He's already so close.

He thrusts into your mouth earnestly now, hand at the back of your head. Feels so good. Want simmering beneath his high. He loses himself, tip hitting the back of your throat. He isn't going to last long, but that's the point.

His hips start to falter.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then he's spilling down your throat, watching you swallow it all or so he thinks as he pulls his boxers back up. When he pulls out, you don't say anything, only stand and push him towards the edge of the bed until he's sitting on it, gripping his jaw with your cupped hands, slipping a thumb over his bottom lip, mouth just touching his, he opens and you spit some of his own cum in his mouth.

So fucking gross. Eddie loves it. He kisses you hungrily.

He grabs you by the waist and sets you down on the bed next to him, then stands, pushing the middle of your chest with one ringed hand so you fall back.

You look up at him from the bed through lowered lashes.

"How do you want me?"

"In the middle, sweetheart," Eddie says taking off his shirt, but leaving his boxers on for now.

You toe off your shoes and maneuver yourself to lie in the middle of the bed, placing your cuffed hands above your head.

"Like this?"

You bat your lashes.

"Just like that," Eddie replies, unable to keep the anticipation out of his voice.

He kneels on the bed next to you, deftly unbuttoning your shorts and drawing them down your legs.

There's a noticeable wet spot at the front of your silk and lace trimmed panties.

Oh.

"So wet for me already, baby." Eddie straddles your hips. "Do I turn you on? Ruining your panties for a loser like me? A freak like me?" Eddie leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear and then nipping at the lobe.

You don't reply, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. That's ok, he's willing to pick his battles. You'll be begging before the night is over.

His hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt--no bra, of course, but he wanted to double check just in case.

Eddie brings his face to your chest, thumb finding and flicking over a nipple. Pleased when it tightens beneath the fabric.

He kisses it, tongue licking out, and then drawing it into his mouth, dampening your shirt. You sigh and arch your back, pushing your chest into the touch. Eddie obliges, sucking harder, teasing the other nipple with the pad of his thumb, before bringing his hand down to your panties, fingers ghosting over the silk. He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and adds some pressure with his hand, just lightly petting you now.

Eddie stays like that for awhile, teasing and sucking at your clothed tits, stroking you over your panties, occasionally bumping your clit, but nothing to give you any really satisfaction, until you're squirming beneath him, trying to press your hips up against his hand, but Eddie only grins, intentionally moving his hand away when you do so.

He stares up at your heated expression.

"Something wrong?" He teases, feigning innocence.

You huff, frustrated.

"Are you going to get me off or what, Munson? Or probably you don't know how."

"Oh, you wanna cum princess?"

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek.

"You're gonna have to use your words and ask nicely."

Another huff.

"Fuck that, I'll just go home and finish it myself."

Eddie sits back and moves off of your hips.

"What are you doing?" You ask heatedly.

"You're free to leave," Eddie replies, calling your bluff, "should I take the cuffs off?"

You curse under your breath, all too aware of Eddie's gaze and grit your teeth.

"Please," you offer grudgingly.

"Please what? Take the cuffs off?"

He's enjoying this too god damn much, but the almost unbearable ache between your legs is enough to make you choke down a little pride, so you bite your lip.

"Please Eddie, please make me cum, I want to cum for you like the good little slut that I am," you say, pitching your voice to faux neediness, nearly mocking.

And Eddie doesn't care, it still sounds hot as fuck.

"Now, was that so hard?" Eddie practically purrs.

You're rewarded with Eddie resuming his place, straddle your hips once again, but lifting your shirt this time, exposing your tits.

He mouths at them roughly and places two fingers over your clit, still outside of your panties, but applying pressure now, rubbing tight little motions, and you half gasp, half moan with relief.

You're already so wound up from Eddie's teasing that you cum suddenly, panting and gasping, grinding up against Eddie's hand through your now ruined panties.

He barely gives you time to recover before he's yanking your panties down the length of your legs, then leans over to tuck them in between the mattress and the box spring.

"You are not keeping my panties."

"Oh I absolutely am." Eddie returns smoothly, and you don't have time to argue about it because he's pushing your thighs apart, making space for himself, slipping his shoulders beneath them and licking your pussy without hesitation.

He groans, nuzzling deeper to devour you. You can't help but moan and the sound goes straight to Eddie's cock, half hard again.

He slips two fingers into you and starts fucking you with them, hard. The rings on his long fingers half disappearing with every thrust. You bring your still cuffed hands down from over your head to bury in his hair as he licks and sucks at your clit, your thighs starting to clench. He angles his fingers slightly upward, hitting that spot repeatedly, still sensitive from your orgasm not even two minutes ago and Eddie doesn't relent, your fingers tightening in his hair when you cum again just as sharp and sudden as the first time, his name falling loudly from your lips--Eddie, not your usual sneery "Munson", but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

It's the sweetest thing he's ever heard and he's fully hard in his boxers, shifting his hips against to get some sort of friction but he doesn't stop finger fucking you until you're oversensitive and keening for him to stop. Only then does he pull his fingers out, gently kissing the inside of your thighs.

He shifts again on the bed and you think he's finally going to withdraw but he only returns to your pussy, lapping at you gently now, carefully aware of your oversensitivity and honestly you start to space out, kind of second hand high off of all the pot smoke lingering in the air, going lax, content to let him continue eating you out.

And Eddie can't get enough, the taste of you, the scent of you, thrilled with the thought of being behind enemy lines, your folds so wet and slick against his tongue, taking his time, mentally cataloging every caught breath and sigh. He wants you to cum again though so he begins licking and nuzzling with more intent. You still when at the touch of his fingers, but he's gentle this time, easing them in, lazily stroking and curling them.

You begin to feel that familiar ache. Eddie looks at you from between your thighs, eyes dark, knowing. He can be patient when he wants to be and right now he's being very patient, eyes slipping shut again as he quickens his motions and you start to grind against his face.

This time when you cum, it washes over you slowly and again Eddie laps at you until you're whimpering and oversensitive, pressing the heel of your hand against his forehead, trying to writhe away from him, but he wants to hear you say it so he continues.

"Eddie--Eddie, please," you say weakly.

There it is.

He finally stops, placing a last lingering kiss over your clit, and pulls his face away, resting his head on one of your thighs. His lips and chin wet and shiny.

For once there's silence between the two of you.

Eddie is however, painfully aware of his second hard on for the night and moves from between your legs. He reaches over, rummaging around in his nightstand drawer until he finds the handcuff key and undoes the cuffs, setting them to the side. He also reaches for a condom and your brows raise.

"I'm on the pill," you offer sugar sweet.

Eddie drops the condom back on the nightstand.

"So, how am I doing for a total loser? Still think I wouldn't know where to begin?" Eddie croons against your throat.

"Shut up," you reply, pushing a hand against his shoulder.

"Ready to take back what you said earlier?"

"You wish."

Eddie only tsks in response.

"We're not even at the main event yet, Munson. It's taking you long enough."

He laughs now.

"That's right, princess. We're not even at the main event yet and I've already made you cum three times."

Eddie rocks back on his heels to take his boxers off before laying over you.

"Missionary? How vanilla of you, Munson," you taunt, although you hardly have the energy for anything else.

"Let's call it a litmus test, shall we?" He says rhetorically, lining himself up and thrusting into you, one, deep movement watching your mouth drop open.

One leg hooks around his waist and your hands roam over his shoulders and the expanse of his back.

He fucks you slow, kissing you languidly. It's nice--it's not something guys his age do very often or ever.

The head of his cock, the slide of him, feels so good, you kiss him back deeply, clinging to him.

"You wanna cum for me again?" Eddie says softly.

You pant out a "No".

"I'm sorry, that wasn't an actual question sweetheart," Eddie replies wicked as ever.

"You're the worst."

"Mmm, I am," he hums. "Just the worst, making you cum so many times for me. Have any of your prep boyfriends ever even made you cum? Or do you fake it for them?"

That manages to hit a little too close to home and your nails bite into his back.

"Fucking hate you," you exhale.

"Same here darling."

He's fucking you harder now, with the roughness you've imagined him capable of and when he kisses you, biting at your bottom lip, you cum again, blacking out as you clench weakly around him.

Eddie let's out a moan, almost a whine, white heat curling around his spine and spills inside you.

You stay entwined for long moments after. Eddie doesn't know if this is going to happen again and he wants to savor it. Finally he flops back on the bed next to you, breathless.

"Jesus," he sighs.

You lay limp on the bed, exhausted, trying to summon the will to move, but decide it can't hurt to lay here for a minute or two.

And then you're warm, everything is black, but you're warm and heavy. Something soft covers you, you try to turn over but you can't. There's something behind you, someone, their arm wrapped around your middle. This is hardly the first time you've woken in pre dawn hours in a strange bed, normally you disentangle yourself and go back to sleep, but you freeze when you realize whose bed this is.

It feels good, better than you would ever admit--warm, safe, secure. But you've been around long enough now to know how this goes and you feel suddenly empty.

"What the fuck, Munson? Are you trying to abduct me or some shit?" You ask, annoyed, moving his arm off of you and getting out of bed.

"Mmm, what?" Eddie responds half asleep, nuzzling against the pillow.

You're wearing his shirt from earlier, no idea when that happened.

Your eyes haven't adjusted and you click on the lamp on his nightstand so you can find the rest of your clothes.

"Hey, what?" Eddie says more awake this time, wincing away from the light.

"The fuck is this?" You ask motioning to his band shirt and the now empty space next to him on the bed.

"You passed out?" Eddie replies confused. "What? What's the problem?"

"I passed out so you thought I would just want to stay the night instead of trying to wake me up? You dressed me?"

Eddie gives a toss of his head. He's shirtless and his long hair falls over his bare shoulders.

"I just handed it to you, you put it on yourself when you were still half awake! And yeah, seeing as we just fucked each other's brains out, letting you be didn't seem outside the realm of possibility," he argues.

You sigh annoyed that you had let your guard drop, picking your shorts up off the floor.

"Fuck, sorry for trying to be nice I guess." He apologizes sarcastically putting a hand up.

You're willing to forgo your panties for time's sake. Shirt, drugs, shoes, keys.

"You gonna give it back?"

You're still wearing his shirt.

"Mine now," you answer cheerily. It's petty, you know.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Great." He replies tight lipped.

You turn heel and walk out of his room. Eddie watching you leave. The trailer door slams, your car starts outside. Eddie reaches over and clicks off the lamp with a huff.

#this whole thing is so extra #i love it so much #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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minty-mumbles · 1 year

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My random thoughts on the TotK gameplay video:

Return of the koroks! I hope blupees are still in the game too. I love the little creatures.

They panned over to show one of the dragons when they said "there are a lot of ways to get up to the sky islands." So I'm begging you Nintendo, please let that mean we can ride the dragons. Please

I really like the dying animation that the Constructs have. Makes it obvious they're more mechanical than flesh

Link: You fuckers don't know about my ultimate weapon, spear-spear. It's a spear taped onto the end of another spear

Wait, does this mean we’ll be able to fuse the master sword with other weapons, to potentially fix it??

New plants!! Also now we finally have some use for those monster parts we keep collecting

I am in love with the eyeball arrow. My aim has never been good on objects that are moving, so this is a godsend. I have a feeling I’m going to be fighting a lot of keese in the new game to farm keese eyeballs

Can't believe Link became a mechanical engineer. Making his own cars and stuff. smh do those even meet any safety regulations

The ascend ability means we no longer have to wait for it to stop raining to climb mountains!

HEY what do you mean "If you're stuck in a cage, you can use this ability to escape"" NO come back here and explain yourself. What cage?

Zonai Crop circles??

I'm still really looking forward to TotK!

#totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk gameplay

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strawbrygashez · 6 months

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Soapshipping winter hcs!!!!!! Bc they r on my mind… and it’s winter soon…. I don’t know how cold it actually gets where they are or if it snows but let’s just ignore that for now

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•The narrator has to force Tyler to put anything on for warmth. If he didn’t tell Tyler to put something on so he won’t be chilly, Tyler would go out in Booty shorts & a crop top in snow. He usually has to grab Tyler before they leave the house and force him to at least put a jacket on. (If he could have it his way, he’d put Tyler in a jacket, ear muffs, gloves, a warm hat, boots, a scarf and just like anything like that that will keep him warm 💀)

•The narrator has a huge af jacket to keep him warm when he’s walking to the office. Tyler makes fun of him a bit for it bc it’s huge on him & makes him look like a kid being forced to wear a huge jacket to school on a cold morning.

•Tyler is always warm :3 so when it’s cold out or inside the house, the narrator is glued to him.

•The narrator would make hot chocolate. He’d offer some to Tyler but Tyler says it’s gay (when he’s openly lgbt smh) He gives him a cup of it anyways & Tyler will drink it but also eat some of those little marshmallows u can put in the drink from the bag.

• Ok I have no idea if their place has a fire place but if it did, Tyler would wanna get it going but the narrator thinks the house is finally gonna burn down that way 💀 after some bickering and Tyler more than likely gets his way, they cuddle up to it together.

Tyler will make him super worried tho bc he keeps playing around and putting his own hand close to the fire to scare him. The narrator will have to yank his arm away or keep pulling him back away from it :/

•The narrators nose, cheeks and ears get so red so quickly out in the cold. Him being super pale doesn’t help this at all. Tyler thinks it’s cute but also pokes fun at him for it.

•Tyler can put up such a fight about ‘not being cold’ but he will sit there and shiver or rub at his own arms to keep warm at the same time.

The narrator on the other hand will complain about it being cold the minute he steps outside & use it as a excuse to stay close to him the whole time they are out.

•Tyler lends him his jacket if he didn’t bring one himself for some reason. He’ll be all cool about it too like the narrator is his frail girlfriend and he’s the man who will suffer for her comfort LOL

•Tyler is really good at ice skating because of course he is. He’s Tyler so he’s good at everything. The narrator on the other hand can’t skate at all and will fall first thing.

•They both would take turns shoveling the snow into a path in the mornings but more often than not Tyler is the one who does it since the narrator has to actually leave the house in the morning while Tyler works later in the day. Tyler is a early bird so he usually takes care of stuff like that in the mornings. He expects to be rewarded for shoveling it away tho which the narrator is more than eager to give.

•Marla gifted them a heated blanket. But only one so they share. It was probably specifically for the narrator because he shakes like a small dog in the cold and it made her pity him lol. Anyways it’s probably on the smaller side so the narrator has to lay on Tyler for it to cover them both.

•Tyler will make snowmen!!! ⛄️ and throw snowballs at cars, the narrator and random people.

•Yeah…Tyler is gonna do the fanfic thing. Yknow the thing. where he will kiss him or be really suggestive to the narrator when he’s cold and when he starts blushing he’s like “you feel warm yet 😏? (rizz)” narrator likes it but also loves when Tyler is sweet and just holds the narrators hand in his and rubs them.

•Tyler will eat icicles. Mostly just to hear the narrator cry that he shouldn’t do that.

•Tyler hates Christmas so much but will show up to the stupid little Christmas parties the narrator ends up going to for work. (Mostly to just cause trouble in one way or another) he might even throw on a Santa hat if they just have them there.

•The narrator is indifferent to christmas. He never really liked it or hated it. He feels sooooo badly that he needs to get Tyler a gift tho even if that will get him yelled at or worse. He just won’t learn.

If like, after years of him not listening to Tyler about getting him a gift, Tyler will think “shit. He won’t listen anyways no matter what so might as well get him something 🙄”

•Or if that’s too ooc for y’all maybe the narrator would at least try to cook a nice dinner for them on christmas. It’s something Tyler probably wouldn’t get super worked up over.

•Tyler loves the mistletoe shit tho. He puts them everywhere all over the house. The narrator yells to anyone who visits them while they are up that “THOSE ARE ONLY FOR ME AND HIM!!! YOU DONT COUNT!” Or he will just not let anyone in 😭

•Tyler sucks on candy canes in the most suggestive way ever. He makes a show out of it while looking right into the narrators eyes.

Both of them like to make candy canes pointed and threaten each other with them. The narrator will bust a nut if he’s able to trace it down Tyler’s neck. Creep.

•Tyler hates Christmas music while narrator likes it. It’s not his favorite but he hums the songs if they are out somewhere where it’s playing.

•Tyler picks him and the narrator up inappropriate Christmas sweaters from the thrift store.

•They’ll MAYBE visit each other’s families for christmas. Only if they have been together a while and if either of them even talk to family they care about anymore.

•To Tylers annoyance no one shows up that much to FC in the weeks leading up to Christmas. He either makes it a rule you have to come around that time or he just lets it slide.

The narrator doesn’t give a shit bc he’s only there for Tyler lol.

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chiquititaosita · 10 months

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♡˗ˏ☁️໒ brown is beautiful, Steve Harrington x latina reader (meeting)

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ post type: fic series

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ tbh i can’t believe I’m doing stranger things on this shit smh 🤦🏽‍♀️but im a sucker for this white boy. (And many more on my account on this app) please forgive me for my anime mutuals.

♡˗ˏ☁️໒ context: headcanons for Steve with a Latina s/o (female reader) takes place during and/or after season 4. HINTS OF INTERNALIZED RACISM (because we need to be aware of this shit) a little bit of angst, to fluff. Hispanic humor and slang en español, food descriptions, car terms

it’s another shift at family video. There steve is on the counter with his chocolate brown hair, fair skin wearing his vest and a black tshirt, a little silver or gold chain that was small but it was hidden a little bit under his shirt. Steve will be tired, exhausted, Annoyed. Done Just absolutely given up. because he wouldn’t know on what to do, trying to get over Nancy. literally robin is sick and tired of this shit. “You dingus, you realize why you haven’t been able to get over her right?” Robin crossed her arms wearing a black sweater with her eyes rolled up. And looking at her cell phone, it’s from her home girl y/n l/n name appeared to call.

“What do you mean?” Steve was already on the counter restocking some DVDs in the front, where the movie sale of La Bamba was being in stock almost selling out, since Keith wanted them to sell out soon.

“You go for only one type. Steve.” Steve listened carefully and had those two words “one type” replay in his mind that got him all dumb and stupid. Yes Steve in high school was a ladies man. Yet however all the girls noticed him going for the white girls. Thats when not many poc girls thought it was a joke for him to ask any girl who was poc. Steves widened and was at agape. Covering his mouth. Realizing that he’s been a huge douche bag to girls that are poc. Especially the Hispanics. “Hold that thought.” Robin was on the phone Answering to you.

“Hey home girl I’m coming by, i got your order ready.” You spoke with a smile on your face driving in a 1978 Chevy impala, modded to your liking, with hydraulics, and a v8 engine. Wearing a white tank top cropped, black zip up jacket, your hair all natural curls coming through, Nike Cortezes in white, big hoop earrings, black dickies pants, dark brown lip liner with a red lip mac lipstick on Russian red, just like the iconic Selena Quintanilla. Blasting some Spanish music of your choice.

“Oh great! Now you get to meet the suavecito i told you about.” Robin smiled through the phone, and Steve could hear you cackle, doing a bit of a loud laugh hearing some girl speak Spanish since his best friend put the girl on speaker.

“No mames Chingona!!! En serio? Eres un flaquito? Or what? Also pues, im five minutes away” Y/n was speaking Spanish. Robin was actually fluent in Spanish, surprisingly, when she had to order some food for breakfast, for the kids.

“Ah okay, claro see you chica” robin hung up and sighed. Chuckling lightly watching Steves moments of processing.

“what’s up with you?”robin looked over

“I just had an ephiphany….” Steve was walking to the register leaning against the counter facepalming, making that face of oh shit i fucked up.

“That is?” Steve was about to answer robins questions “well basically it’s that-“ until some loud music apparently the song te aprovechas was blasting outside. Parked into a near parking spot. Then not even a few seconds later, y/n was walking in with a beautiful smile that had lightened up the room immediately.

“Hola Chingona!!!” Y/n kicked the door open of the store walking to Robin giving a side hug, a little bit.

“Y/n wow you weren’t kidding that you’d be quick let me get these.” Robin smiled at her as she grabbed the box of pan dulce, and some carne asada tacos, brought that immediately smelled amazing with lettuce cheese ground beef, sour cream, cilantro, tomatoes, and grilled onions. “Aye no mama no I got you let me.” Y/n looked so happy and cheerful and gave in finally seeing the la bamba movie in stock!

“No mames! Cabrona! Yall have la bamba! Bro i love this movie!!!” She chuckled and smiled, picking it up, and putting it at the check out. Steve had what he originally was gonna say in the back of his head, then hearing that laugh of yours made him jolt and look at you every now and then.

“She maybe a challenge…, i think I can win her over.’

“Ahh so you’re suavecito! Eh!? You weren’t kidding Robin he el pelon es muy guapo.” Y/n giggled a bit as she was a sweetheart but a tóxica in disguise. “uhh yeah whatever that means but that yeah that’s me!” steve replied sheepishly as he’s trying to keep his composure well. “i’ll see you around, Steve!”

you say walking out and robin comes back looking at him. “okay you were saying about this epiphany.”

steve looked at robin, who steve has clearly rarely ever seen a latina before in hawkins. looking at her. “i think i might like latinas.” he’s got him in a look of smitten on his face. turns out he’ll won’t be the one thinking of you or in this case being steve dreaming of you.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x latina! reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x fem!reader #ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ositas steve harrington #ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ositas stranger things #ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ositas stranger things master list #stranger things

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Different World

Prompt: i re-read your gardening fic recently where mel's staring at barb and is heart-eyes at her and it's just. so nice. so anything along those lines, would be lovely.

A/N:

Happy belated birthday, Scottie (@gatalentan)!!

I can't believe you have me over here writing fluff, smh.

But on a sincere note, I'm extremely glad that I've gotten to know you over the last few months. You are so kind, so talented, so funny, and so wonderful, and I'm incredibly lucky that I get to be a witness to all your brilliance firsthand.

Thank you for all that you do for the Abbott fandom, and thank you for just being a lovely person all around. I'm honored to be someone that you call friend.

CW: Alcohol Mention, Discussions of Coming Out, Suggestiveness

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That night, as Barbara ices her coconut cake with passive aggressive gusto, Melissa wraps her arms around her partner’s curving waist in apology, nestling her chin against her shoulder. She has to prop herself up on her tiptoes to do so, which is one of the occupational hazards of being naturally short and loving someone whose favorite kind of shoe is a sensible heel.

She likes that, though.

Their height difference.

She’s spent all these years looking up to Barbara Howard in so many more ways than one.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you talk to me again?” She pouts, poking her lower lip out a little. Barbara pauses her emotionally charged cake decorating to audibly sigh, the gesture filtering thinly through her nostrils.

“I’m talking to you right now, Melissa,” she says in a measured voice, her Sister-Howard-who-goes-to-church-three-times-a-week tone. It’s guarded and three octaves too formal, somewhat sanctimonious even. “And I assure you—I’m not mad either. It isn’t exactly your fault that you’re irresistible.”

Yep, there it is.

Both the problem and the succinct answer to what has gotten under the older woman’s skin.

Melissa works hard to suppress a smile.

They’d only recently come back from dinner at Ricci’s, where the waitress had spent the entire meal alternating between blushing and stammering every time that Melissa had so much as looked her way. She had found it vaguely amusing, such puppy dog love from a clumsy kitten, chuckling when she opened the tab and saw that the young thing had shakily scrawled her number in pink pen on the receipt. It reminded her of her long past youth, when she’d often found herself wondering if her ma’s cousin with suspiciously cropped hair, or her eleventh grade English teacher who carefully referred to her significant other as her partner, or her favorite foul-mouthed nun at St. Bartholomew’s were like her.

Did they like women too?

It was harder to talk about back then, of course, and so she didn’t. She kissed girls beneath bleachers and in shadowy, secluded corners all around Philly. She’d been terrified to tell Joe that she swung both ways, afraid that he’d leave her, unaccustomed to people in her life ever staying—but to his enduring credit, that was one of the few things that the old gabbadost never gave her shit about.

It’s a different world nowadays, though, and she loves that for the generations below her. She loves that a squirrelly, little waitress can feel comfortable enough to write down her number and hope for a call that’ll unfortunately never come.

Barbara, on the other hand, had decidedly not been so endeared by the discovery, nearly silent the entire drive back to her house, almost immediately drowning out their ability to talk by turning the volume up on her spectacularly horrible Pandora playlist.

(It's just seventy percent Otis Redding and thirty percent instrumental jazz that isn’t sound mixed properly.)

“Sure feels like you’re something at me,” Melissa shrugs. “Mad, disappointed…”

She trails off, a slow and easy grin lifting one side of her mouth.

“Jealous,” she whispers against the column of Barbara’s exposed neck, pleased when she feels the other woman shiver beneath her.

That will never get old.

They’ve only been officially dating for a little less than half-a-year now, sure, but every time that Melissa is reminded anew that Barbara is forever hers to cherish, to worship, to love, and reverently respect, she gets chills running laps down her spine all over again.

She’d never thought that she would get to be with her best friend without at least one of them—or, hell, sometimes even both of them—having a foot out the door.

“What? I’m not… jealous,” Barbara huffs, resuming her pastry ministrations again, attacking the cake like it's personally offended her. “You’re being facetious—distracting me while I’m trying to ice this cake. I'm making this for you, you know!"

“Touching, but the cake can wait,” she says firmly, reaching over to pluck the spatula out of Barbara’s hand.

“Hey!” She protests, but Melissa pays her no mind.

“I wanna know what’s up your craw,” she continues, undeterred, and takes a step back, brandishing the spatula like a wand. She’s tempted to lick the vanilla icing off of it, but she’s well-aware that she’d get an ass chewing faster than she could say Dave-n-Busters if she did.

Barbara finally pivots around herself, arms crossed over her chest, a gesture that Melissa recognizes to be protective. And yet, she equally knows that getting the other woman to admit to feeling caged is half of the battle. Even that’s an admission of vulnerability too far for her sometimes.

“I’m not jealous,” she repeats herself, looking somewhere about an inch to the left of Melissa’s face. “I’m not.”

Melissa instantly softens, noting the consternation in Barbara’s dark eyes, how the emotion swells in them like a bruise.

“Okay,” she says gently, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “You’re not. I believe you.”

And she does.

That’s the mutual kindness that they’ve extended to each other after all these years of having known and loved each other so intimately: as colleagues, as friends, as lovers.

Honesty.

It’s a truth made even more striking by the fact that neither of them are particularly honest people, lying to other people and themselves all the time as their most reliable defense mechanisms.

With each other, though, they’ve never held anything back, except maybe for the crucial fact that they loved each other.

But even that had to eventually be named, confessed, and appropriately acted upon—wordlessly communicated by way of mouth and tongue.

“So spill,” she goes on, with all the fondness and exquisite tenderness in the world. “I’ve got time."

Indeed, she has nowhere else to be except for present with Barbara in this delicately fraught moment. She looks at her, this goddess in the flesh, elegant in a silky blue blouse and her shining pearls, and feels a rush of holy adoration.

“Melissa…” The kindergarten teacher starts and then just as abruptly stops, briefly worrying her plum-colored lips together, looking uncomfortable. “I know I said otherwise, I know I said that I wasn’t quite ready for us to be… transparent with the world just yet, but I was—Lord, this sounds so silly saying it out loud—"

She visibly winces and Melissa takes pity on her.

"It's not silly at all," she says quickly. "I'm listenin'."

Barbara smiles gratefully at this intrusion, taking a deep, steadying breath to clearly orient herself.

"... I was, well, annoyed that the waitress didn’t realize that we were together.”

Melissa isn't exactly sure what she was expecting to hear, but it certainly wasn't that. She knows that she doesn’t discipline her expression well-enough either, painfully aware that her visceral reaction is the one that Barbara receives; her entire face stretches in utter and cartoonish shock.

“You’re mine,” Barbara says hurriedly, taking advantage of her rare speechlessness, “but that poor waitress didn’t know, and she flirted with you, and I realized how foolish it was—entirely ridiculous even!—to have at least six articulated boundaries preventing me from reaching out and grabbing your hand.”

And to Melissa’s increasing wonder, astonishment, and unadulterated surprise, Barbara reaches out then and does it—she grabs her free hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing.

“What are you sayin', Barb?” She asks, not daring to hope, hoping anyway. She hasn’t begrudged the older woman for insisting that they wait at all, knowing that she’s just wanted to approach the situation delicately with her girls and to spare Gerald's feelings for just a little while longer following their divorce a little over a year ago now. And even though they’ve never quite talked about it, she has a sneaking suspicion that fear is a powerful inhibitory element too.

It always is.

It’s terrifying to be in the closet, to not know what's waiting on the other side.

Melissa has been out of it for a pretty long damn time now, but she had no trouble sliding back in just to patiently hold Barbara’s hand.

“I’m saying that we’re absolutely not taking separate cars to school anymore,” comes an astoundingly decisive answer as Barbara rolls her thumb across the side of Melissa's own. “And when you stay over, I want you to bring more than a night’s worth of clothes and a toothbrush. I’ll even make you a drawer.”

“Just a drawer?” Melissa laughs, but there are tears standing in her eyes, and she’s smiling so damn hard that it almost hurts. Barbara takes the opportunity to steal the spatula back, prying it from her fist and tossing it on the kitchen counter behind her.

“Two,” she amends teasingly, her own eyes over bright, briefly swinging their hands in the gap between them. “And maybe some space in your closet for your frankly ludicrous collection of leather jackets.”

“Hey! I’ve only got seven.”

“That’s at least five too many.”

“Screw your calculus,” Melissa snorts, and now it’s her turn in the tango of their affection to make a bold move. She leverages their clasped hands to reel Barbara in, pulling their bodies close, aligning their chests, their tummies, their warm thighs.

“Vulgar,” Barbara smiles down at her, anchoring her fingers on her hips.

“Feisty,” Melissa corrects before gathering the collar of her partner’s blouse in her fingertips. It’s a wordless request that she should lean forward; they have plenty of things to say to each other without ever needing to speak.

Their lips meet at a crooked angle, soft and luscious, a little bitter from the champagne that Melissa had at dinner and simultaneously sweet from Barbara’s honeyed wine. And Melissa’s toes splay on the cold tiles, fireworks bursting in the column of her throat as she reaches up to gingerly cradles the nape of Barbara’s neck. And Barbara is so gentle, so kind, and yet characteristically exact as she spreads her kisses from Melissa’s mouth to her jaw to her neck to the slightly freckled skin just above her collarbone—a practiced connoisseur by now in knowing all the little places that make her sing.

She thinks that if they could ever just get these damn clothes off, she’d reciprocate the favor, starting with the space between her lovely breasts and loving her all the way down.

“Would you hold it against me if I confess to having been the tiniest bit jealous?” Barbara finally admits when Melissa’s lips ghost the side of her head. The overhead lighting rings her hair in a golden halo.

Melissa laughs loudly—enchanted, so perfectly in love.

“I think I’d hold it against you if you weren’t,” she clucks, gratified when she feels Barbara hitch against her. The kindergarten teacher begins to work her fingers beneath the edge of Melissa’s shirt, rolling it upwards, baring her skin.

“You’re so unserious, girlfriend.”

“Tell me that again after we’re done,” she smirks before doing her part and helping out.

When all is said and done, there’s a pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, a half-iced coconut cake on the marbled counter, and two women who can’t quite take their hands off each other, stumbling and dancing all the way down the dimly-lit hall.

#work wives #s: abbott elementary #reginianwrites #writing this made me soooo tender #love you scottie!!

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid (part three)

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yn.yln just a snacc eating a snack

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emprentiss PLS THE WAY YOU CROPPED ME OUT OF IT

↳ yn.yln shhh that was a secret

bbygirlpg looks delish! have fun, you two! 💖

↳ emprentiss ahem, i was there too 🙄

↳ bbygirlpg @/emprentiss sorry... *you THREE

jenjareau looks yummy!! 😋

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yn.yln alexa, play drivers license by olivia rodrigo

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reiditandweep i'll have you know i've had my driver's license wayyyy longer than since last week

↳ bbygirlpg @/yn.yln you've taught him well

↳ yn.yln @/bbygirlpg it's his fav song on the album 💀

↳ kcallahan @/yn.yln Spencer and Meg would get along, it's her favorite too 🤣

morgan.derek y'all watch out! i hear deaths caused by traffic accidents are increasing

↳ yn.yln you say that like you haven't committed vehicular manslaughter

↳ morgan.derek @/yn.yln ... it was one time and it's not my fault that turtle was in the middle of the road

↳ bbygirlpg @/morgan.derek @/yn.yln derek "chocolate thunder" morgan, i can't believe you killed a turtle

missgreenaway the la croix 🥴

↳ yn.yln i know 🤢

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yn.yln hire us for all your entertainment and/or babysitting needs

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jenjareau Michael's face looks like he's never heard a worse singer than Spence

↳ yn.yln that is true, poor guy can't carry a tune in a bucket 🥲

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln that's not what you said when you asked me to serenade you a couple days ago

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep ... no comment

thesimmonsfam me and Kristy were thinking about going out for a date night this weekend! we might take you up on that offer!

↳ yn.yln we'd be happy to entertain and/or babysit your children 🤗

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln (1) why are you turning this into a full-on business? (2) why are you roping me into it?

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep (1) gotta get the bag. (2) bc you're a great business partner 🥰🥺

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yn.yln finally, a motel for him and his big ass clown feet

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reiditandweep i'm gonna get a divorce if you don't stop bullying me 😭

↳ yn.yln good thing we're not married 🤪

bbygirlpg so... is anyone else curious now that she's talked about how big his feet are...

↳ yn.yln LMFAO pen, that was just you, babes

↳ yn.yln but yk 👀

morgan.derek skinny boy in skinny jeans... something i thought i'd never see

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yn.yln legs 4 dayz 🦵🏻

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missgreenaway as i said, 80% legs

bbygirlpg purple is his color!! 💜

↳ reiditandweep awww, thanks, Pen! 😊

dralexblake beautiful picture, you guys! have fun!

↳ yn.yln it's at a local botanical gardens! you and James would love it 🥰

↳ dralexblake we should go on a double date soon!

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yn.yln spemifer? prentijeid?

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doclewis ok where is the quality 💀

↳ yn.yln shhh, i had to use Spencer's phone bc i left mine at the office 🥴

jenjareau jeidiss?

↳ emprentiss jemispence

aaronhotch so this is what you do on your lunch break 🤔

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yn.yln dreaming about that baby (puppy) he's inevitably going to give me

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reiditandweep STOP

↳ yn.yln not until you give me a baby (puppy)

thedavidrossi so that's where my plane pillow went

morgan.derek ceo of cropping ppl out 🙄✋🏽

↳ emprentiss she's a bully tbh

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yn.yln old mcreid had a farm

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dralexblake and on his farm, he had a sir arthur conan doyle 🤣

↳ yn.yln you know what he doesn't have on his farm... a baby (puppy)

lukealvez lookin stylish bro! 😂

kcallahan the way y'all just took pics on my back porch and didn't credit me smh

↳ yn.yln location by @/kcallahan !!

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yn.yln sexy man doing sexy things at his sexy job

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jenjareau damn, even i'm not exempt from being cropped out 😪

↳ emprentiss no one is safe 😭✋🏻

↳ morgan.derek it's true, @/yn.yln is a bully

missgreenaway the caption, i'm 💀

aaronhotch i thought i told you not to use your phone at work

↳ yn.yln says the one who was playing F&CKIN CANDY CRUSH in his office when he was supposed to be doing paperwork

↳ thedavidrossi @/aaronhotch @/yn.yln bro she called you out

↳ lukealvez dying over the fact that Rossi just said bro

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yn.yln GUYS THIS ISNT A DRILL!!! He finally gave me a baby (puppy) 😭 Everyone, meet Minerva, named after the Roman goddess of wisdom!! We've only had for a day and she's already showing how smart she is! We can't wait to watch you grow, Minnie!

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bbygirlpg OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

↳ yn.yln OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG INDEED

↳ reiditandweep pretty sure that was her response when i sent her this picture

aaronhotch just showed this picture to Jack, he's now demanding that Minerva and Fiona (Jessica's dog) have a playdate

↳ yn.yln THEY'RE GONNA BE BESTIES 😭

doclewis what a cutie! i know Spencer's gonna spoil her almost as much as he spoils you!

lukealvez Roxy's gonna love her! she's been super maternal these days so she'll probably treat her like her own puppy 😅

↳ yn.yln SHUT THE FORK UP, THAT'S SO SWEET 😭🥺

thedavidrossi look at that! the kid now has his own kid! 😂 she's adorable though!

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alltimefail-sims · 9 months

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A story in two parts... 🙃

The Apple Nectar actually ended up being okay quality though! Not too shabby for Lea's first attempt.

As promised, my thoughts on nectar making are below the cut ↓

The nectar making skill is built slowly and gained at a much slower rate than horseback riding, for instance. I'm assuming that's because it's a 5-tier skill instead of 10-tier skill, but Lea didn't level up to level 2 until 4 or 5 bottles later. 🥴

That being said: even a poor, unaged bottle of nectar goes for 55 simoleons. That's a good profit, especially if you're growing your own produce, so it's a lucrative skill right off the bat. Considering that Lea can't get a job because a horse and a ranch are basically a full-time job, it's nice to have a skill that can help pay the bills. I also love the "aging" rack because, surprisingly, it's functional! Hallelujah! I'm so tired of getting a plethora of cute, decorative objects that serve no function or even go as far to allude to an actual skill without providing it (I'm looking at you, woven basket decor items - but more on that later). However, I had no idea how long it took to age a bottle of nectar. I'm guessing it is worth the wait and will increase the price, quality, and potency when consumed...but I'd had a bottle of apple nectar put away for a few days and it still hadn't aged. (I just looked it up and Google says 1 week, which feels reasonable in "sim time." I was worried it would be longer.)

I do wish there were a few more animations while making nectar just so it could be more interesting to watch, but honestly I don't think it takes that long to produce a bottle in comparison to other skills in the game (like gardening... GOD growing and tending crops in TS4 is excruciatingly tedious). Plus, if you have the "rancher" skill, you can sometimes get additional bottles out of one nectar-making session, so that's really nice. Visually, I'd compare this skill to knitting and cross-stitching due to its repetition, and if you're wondering what it looks like... well, the trailer shows it all lol. I don't think there's much to it: they stomp a little, fall, get up, repeat until the nectar is complete. Then they step out, seal the bottle, and the bottle goes into their inventory. There are some pretty funny expressions you can get though (outtake below).

Because this skill's animation is pretty repetitive and simple, I think they should have thrown one or even two more skills in there. After all, this pack is $40. Basket weaving, as I mentioned above, would even used a similar animation to an already existing in-game skill (cross stitching) so I think this would have been fairly easy to implement. In fact, I'm still shocked it isn't a part of this pack. There are some good decorative objects and CAS items that allude to Native culture, but by and large the pack lacks actual substance to represent actively living in these cultures - I think skills like basket weaving or pottery would have been a great way to add substance to the pack AND create an opportunity to talk more about Native American cultures and pay proper homage to their traditions and skillsets. I would have loved seeing elder native sims mentoring young sims in basket weaving like they can do with knitting, for instance... that would have been so adorable. 🥺❤️ It just feels like a real missed opportunity on their part. One recipe (smh) and a couple decorative objects/cas items are a good start, but more could have definitely been done. If modders can implement these things for free, game devs should have no problem implementing these features. ESPECIALLY when you consider the pack's asking price... and I stand by that!

All that being said, I am pleased with this skill and find the animations cute, but it's certainly not intensive enough that they can justify it being the only skill in the pack separate from horse-related skills. (Which, for the record, I don't really count because that's the whole selling point of the pack. Anything horse related should be a given).

I'm not trying to diminish the amount of work it took to animate and implement horses - I haven't experienced many bugs personally, and I know adding an entirely new living creature with customization and personalization is tedious. Even so, I still don't think the full price is justified. Comparing it to Cats and Dogs, I think this EP missed a lot of good opportunities to implement a new career, skills, and gameplay. I even feel like we could have gotten some new dialogue interactions, or even a spiritual/cultural trait related to Native American ideologies or customs (kind of like the child of the island/child of the ocean traits we got with Island Living) but I've yet to see many notable additions in that regard. If this pack was a $20 game pack I think I would feel totally different. I'm having fun, but I would never be able to justify spending $40.

SO... would I recommend it? Honestly... so far, yeah. I would just snag it when it goes on sale for $20 (or through other means. You do you). $20 is the price it should have been in the first place. But I am shocked at how much fun I've been having. The CAS and Build/Buy is really good, maybe my favorite in a while (but I'm into the rugged, dirty, western style quite a bit... if that's not your thing, this pack won't do anything for you). The horses are cool and in my experience after playing it for a few days, they're animated really well (surprisingly... I thought this pack would be 'My Wedding Stories' all over again). I also love this world. It's right up there with San Myshuno, Brindleton Bay, and Windenburg for me.

Coming up: I'll be taking Lea into town- she's a loner, but it's time to force her out of her comfort zone so she can make some friends. (Plus, I really want to see the new dance floor animation haha.)

Like always, if you read all that, I have big big love for you. I leave you with a little kith upon your head (or a respective big thumbs up if physical affection is not your jam).

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 horse ranch #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims community #new ep thoughts #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 pack review #atfs #oc: lea

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yumethefrostypanda · 10 months

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Yume my beloved- Look at what I found anddd ur uncredited for your work once again~ uwu I'm gonna maim them for you, even tho your lovely watermark is CLEAR as day they just couldn't link it back to you smh

Thank you for letting me know! 💕 Petty me just knows i have missed on ALOT of clicks/likes(just plain recognition for my time and effort i put into these screenshots) and what not because i don't think alot of people read the watermark, if it's even on there and not cropped out :') So yeah, a link back would be nice.. and very much appreciated. But seeing many edits of mine with my watermark cropped out(and no credits ofc.) over time got me to the point i now feel 'glad' when ppl repost/use them with my watermark ON. Cause i 'like' to talk myself down as in; it's not -my- art/renders, credits goes to the actual devs, etc. So yeahhh, i'm already trying to make the watermark more annoying and visible. The ones who DO credit me restores some faith and it's one of the reasons i keep going ^_^

#ask yume #have to admit am curious where my -uncredited- shots end up

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Hello again, lovely!! 💙💙

I’m preparing to shove Gov and the States through the wringer (lots of self-sacrifice and tears, idk Gov just keeps jumping in front of anything presenting any form of danger to the States) so I need some dopamine to cope:

Last time Gov comforted the States, but do you think any of the States would protect Gov? (He’s a self-sacrificing idiot, could be missing two limbs, half his skull shattered and disemboweled and still trying to work smh) I just think the man deserves a break, even if he’s torn-to-pieces in the lead-up to said ‘break’ (most likely forced because he will still try to work tbh)

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Hiiii!!! And yes I agree, Gov needs a break. A long one too. So why get the most assertive of the Main 6 to get him to take a break: Louisiana (haha I love him too much lmao-)

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(This may or may not have some Gov/Loui 👀)

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It was around 10pm when Gov snapped back awake due to hearing a teleportation chime. He turned around to see Louisiana standing behind him. He noticed that Loui wasn't in his normal attire (he had exchanged it for a black cropped hoodie, and Gov definitely wasn't blushing lmao), and he didn't have Florida with him. Which was oddly suspicious.

"What do you want, Mags?" Gov sighed.

"I came to check on ya. Also to tell you that I'm taking you on a walk in Baton Rouge. To y'know, have a break." Responded Loui with the smile that the Main 6 (and me 👀) adored so much.

"Listen, Honey, I would love to, but I'm very busy right now." Gov said, gently cupping the smaller's face in his hands.

"I know, but I think ya can take a break. You've been workin' all day for the past 4 days, and I'll bet you haven't slept either. Loui said, walking over to Gov's closet and pulling out a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck. 'Is this really all he has in terms of casual clothes- me and Yorkie really need to take im' clothes shopping at some point.' Loui thought to himself before tossing the clothes at Gov, who just barely caught them. He walked over to Gov and stood up on his tippy-toes to give him a peck on the lips before sitting down on Gov's bed. "Go change Cher. I'll be waiting here."

Gov just blushed brightly and just went to his bathroom to change with no questions asked (hehehe SIMP-).

A few minutes later, Gov walked out of the bathroom wearing the clothes that Loui had thrown at him. Loui looked up from his phone and smiled a bit before walking over and grabbing the taller's hand.

"Ya ready?" he asked. He waited until Gov nodded yes to teleport to the busy streets of Baton Rouge.

Gov looked around with nothing but pure amazement in his eyes. "Wow... It's beautiful...."

Louisiana chuckled a bit. "Yea... It ain't no Dallas, L.A, Miami, or NYC, but it sure is somethin'." He said with a bright, fond smile. "Now I'm gonna bet you haven't eaten anything all day, so I'm gonna take you to one of my favorite bars so we can getcha somethin'."

Gov didn't bother arguing, cuz he knew it was no use. He was absolutely WHIPPED for his boyfriend. He allowed himself to get dragged to a rather nice looking bar around ten minutes from where they had landed. As they entered, he noticed how Loui seemed to know every worker there. After a bit of looking around, he nearly ran into Loui, who had stopped at the counter where there was a bartender.

"Ah Loui, good to see ya again!! Who's yer little friend here?" she said with a friendly smile as she shook Loui's hand.

"Hey Chels! Nice to see ya too sha. This here is ma boyfriend, Gabriel." He said, returning the handshake and smile. He elbowed Gov, and gave him the look that said 'say hello'.

"Hello." Gov said with the friendliest smile he could muster.

"Hey Gabe, you can call me Chelsi. I'm assuming y'all are gonna want the regular, Lou?" She asked, turning to Louisiana.

"Yup. Thanks sha."

"No problem!! Go find yourselves a table and I'll be around in a lil bit."

"Aight." Loui said, shaking her hand once more before dragging Gov to a table somewhere in the back of the bar.

"So um... You seem to be a regular here." Gov said, trying to make small talk with the smaller state.

"Yup, I come ere' every other day, and trust me, aint nobody here gonna bite ya, they're all very nice." Answered the Pelican State.

"I wasn't really worried about that Mags." Gov said.

"Yea okay sha- you were literally shakin' with anxiety when we walked in here and you were lookin' at everybody like they were gonna bite ya."

"Well what if-"

"And don't bother sayin' that it was because ya were cold, cuz it's 80°F AND humid outside."

"I- fine. Whatever." Gov said, pouting ever so slightly.

"Good boy." Loui teased, smirking when Gov started blushing again. He looked up when he saw Chelsi standing there with their food. Now it was his turn to blush.

"Pfft- y'all are real cute together. Here's yer order, have a great night y'all." She said before walking back behind the bar where she worked.

The two personifications sat and ate for about fifteen minutes before about 4 or 5 tall guys walked up to their table.

"Can we help ya?" Loui said, keeping up his friendly smile and tone of voice.

"Well you most definitely can, cutie~" said one of the guys (he looked like he might be the leader of em all) as he seductively leaned on the wall next to Loui.

Loui looked like he was trying his hardest to not tell this guy to f*ck off. But still, he kept up his friendly attitude. "Ehhh- sorry not interested man."

"C'mon~ Why not?~"

Loui was starting to get a bit uncomfortable and his friendliness was starting to disappear slightly. "Like I said, I'm not interested. Now, please leave us alone."

"Y'know, funny thing is, I don't remember it being a question, pretty boy~" said the guy as he wrapped an arm around Loui's waist.

Okay- Gov's gonna intervene now. He stood up and said "H-hey... Guy, he said he wasn't interested. Now leave. And don't put your hands on him."

The guy that had his arm wrapped around Loui glared at Gov before walking up to him and grabbing him by the front of the shirt and pinning him against the wall. "What're ya gonna do bout' it huh?"

"I-I-I-" Gov started to say before he noticed that Loui's eyes were glowing a bright red. Well sh*t.

Suddenly, Loui jumped up from his seat and grabbed the guy that was pinning Gov against the wall and threw him head-first at an unoccupied table. He smirked when the other 4 decided to attack him. Good, more blood~

Gov watched as Loui proceeded to beat the living sh*t out of the other four guys. He flipped and broke one's arm, he knocked another out completely by smacking his head on his knee, and the other two also received a few kicks and punches before running away like absolute cowards.

Loui laughed a bit to himself, satisfied with his work. He turned back to Gov, who was staring at him with a wide-eyed amazed expression. He wrapped an arm around Gov's shoulders and pecked him on the cheek before teleporting them out of there while the people were distracted.

Gov wrapped his hands around Loui's waist and kissed him on the lips, Loui returning it. The two kissed for a solid five minutes before finally pulling apart, but still not taking their hands off each other.

"Where the hell did you learn to fight lie that??" Gov asked, still amazed.

Loui looked confused for a second before catching on. "O-oh hehehe uh... Well, ya don't live this long and learn nothin' sha. Especially when ya live in da hood. I guess that being friends with Texas, York and Mass helps ya learn a few things as well. Plus- I wasn't bouta let ya get beat up back there, sha."

"Mhm you are indeed my little knight in shining armour huh?" Gov teased slightly, bringing Loui in for a tight hug and nuzzling the top of his hair. Loui returned the hug, burying his face in the taller's chest.

"Yup I am sha."

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt louisiana #wttt gov #wttt shipping #gov/loui is life #hope this was alright!!

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