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egyptian-sun-god · 2 years

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NHIE S3

MINDY KALING I’M SORRY I DOUBTED YOU.

God it’s like someone read my criticism of every single season and actively fucking strove to fix it with each new season. God I love this show. God I love Devi. I’m like attached to every single character. I feel like I can see them in high school with me.

One of the biggest high school lies to me was that movies set me up to believe that there was this like undividable hierarchy with like popular kids and like unpopular nobodies in like American high schools. (mind you stupid me had never had any US education before this, so all my knowledge on high school usa style was Hollywood) I fucked up my first two years with like a whole insecurity complex where I was like, damn these people are so out of my league. And in my 3rd year I realized, that’s bullshit. There’s no hierarchy here. All of us are just in friendgroups and everybody intermingles and dates. Like fuck high school tropes. I can be best friends with an arguably popular group of girls and not have it be weird. As a dorky minority Indian girl, I needed two years to boost my confidence to I am just as good as anyone here. I

NHIE initially felt to me like the same type of show, that propagated that there were popular kids and losers instead of the fact that everyone is on the same level. And that felt disaunthetic to the growth. But now in S3 as Devi has reached the same age as I was and Ms Kaling portrays the school as more equal where “popular” kids date the “losers” and people from all cliques hang with each other with no feeling of animosity. Here I realized, Oh my god, Devi has literally had exactly the same growth as I had. The first season felt so segregated BECAUSE of Devi’s internalized insecurities.

Another win, all the characters and their developments. Literally Devi herself shines so much from the last two seasons. In S1 she ignored all her friend’s problems and centred all of her life around her. In S3 even after she just has a breakup with Nirdesh, when Eleanor says she and Trent got to it, she only was happy for her and was overall so much of a better friend. Like Ms Kaling has literally made every single one of these characters grow and learn so much more. Paxton although taking a side track is still lining up with all the growth from his last season episode with him taking a stronger interest in grades and keeping up for college and apologizing for who he used to be. He’s pushed by Devi to be a better person and I felt so happy to see him apologizing and reconnecting. With his potential exit from the show, i feel like he’s so much more than the 2D pin up of washboard abs that he was initially and that also comes from the fact Devi has seen him as so much more of a developed 3D person. Also...Nirdesh. I’m really happy to see a brown boy shown as properly attractive and not just the basic Baljeet stereotype. Like he’s so integral to Devi’s viewpoint of herself to overcome her insecurities and for us as well to see ppl like us portrayed as normal teenagers that can look cute and not just be a 2D cartoon.

Nalini also maintains so much of her growth and development from last season and just works so much better at being a parent to Devi and all of her mess that comes with it. I love her, she’s a gem. I’d wanna see so much more from her. I’d take like a whole fucking spinoff show about her life.

Kamala and Manish, I love this shit. Kamala’s moving out and like actually getting independent. I’m so confused how her parents have not lost their collective shit yet though. But wow this is one extremely liberal family, especially considering Kamala’s parents are from the motherland. When she called it off with Prashanth, and Paati was threatening her with the knife I was like ah yes, we’re in more familiar territory. This is accurate. I was also like there’s no was Paati is gonna fucking honour kill Kamala rn, they don’t even show caste in this Hollywood series. But the knife triggered the memories so I was like 100% sure I was gonna see the gaslighting and emotional blackmailing sequence I’ve seen happen to like every single one of my friends and cousins. And thankfully once Nalini comes I’m reminded that this is thankfully Hollywood and somehow parents/grandparents here are more chill. Her and Mr Manish though, they kinda cuteeee, ngl. Like the vibes be on point. Like we didn’t get much but I can definitely understand and appreciate the fact that Manish is trying and the fact that this lets them connect with a culture. Because let’s be real, Manish sir’s last name is fucking Kulkarni....THERE IS NO WAY THIS (Tamil culture) IS HIS CULTURE. Shit’s like barely comparable, completely different in every way.

But also just in general culturally I feel like there’s so much more authenticity and naturalness in how Tamil and American their family is. Nalini talking about Mohan and her’s arranged marriage felt accurate and real. Paati talking about Thatha felt real and I could feel her worry so hard cause my uncle was that way and it felt like such a connecting thing. And on like the last episode I heard like Tamil lyrics in a song and I PERKED THE FUCK UP. Thank you Ms Kaling for finally adding stuff from my culture. And please do it more. Like wow, there could be so much more you know. I mean I’ll always be greedy for more, but i’m happy that at least girls like me have this much.

Overall, splendid characters, great development, such a realistic and true potential of high school and the development of a high school girl and how the characters and social space change to reflect that growth. WIN show, 100% recommend watching and I’m looking forward to all of the characters next season.

#never have i ever #nhie #nhie s3 #nhie spoilers #nhie s3 spoilers #devi vishwakumar #paxton h y #ben gross #tv series #tamil

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benvishwakumar · 2 years

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The way I’m convinced Fab and Aneesa would’ve stayed together if she had a reluctant emotional support Paxton to guide her🫢

#the way paxton H Y was promoted to zuko this season was amazing ngl #bringing Ben to the hospital #giving Fab flirting tips #being supportive of Eleanor and Trent’s relationship #being there for Devi even after they broke up #paxton hall yoshida #darren barnet #aneesa qureshi #atla #nhie #never have i ever season 3 #nhie season 3 #never have i ever netflix #as always we stan Paxton HY in this household #not for Devi but yknow how it is #megan suri #nhie memes

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darkeralmond · 10 months

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Do you write smut for conrad fisher? If you do can you do a jealous conrad x reader? thank you!!

i do now! thank you so much for requesting ILY anon ❤️❤️

WANNA BE YOURS

Conrad Fisher x fem! Reader

summary: You and Conrad were at a party for Belly’s birthday hosted by Nicole. You were stranded by Conrad and notice a guy alone on the couch. You decide to be friendly and talk to him before dancing with him. Conrad and you get into an argument over this until you say the thing he’s been waiting to hear.

warnings: 18+, smut, angry Connie, car sex, penetration, she/her pronouns, arguing, vulgar language, Conrad calling you “good girl”, dirty talk

word count: 1.9k

a/n: connie is a popular guy in my request board 😭, not complaining tho i love him!! thank you again for the request!! P.S. I LOVE ARTIC MONKEYS AND PAXTON H-Y!!!

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The music was loud in your ears as you entered the crowded living room. Conrad had left you alone to go find out where Steven was, but all the people in one space triggered your claustrophobia.

You looked over and saw a guy sitting by himself on the couch with a look of defeat on his face. There were people dancing all around him while he chugged whatever substance he had in his red solo cup. Usually, you don’t feel sympathy for strangers, but something about this guy made your heart wrench.

You approached him. “You alright?” Sure, it’s weird when a stranger asks others how they’re feeling, but some people need to vent to someone they don’t know.

He looked up at you with red eyes, you couldn’t tell if he was high or if he had been crying. He sniffled, “Yeah, uh, I caught my girl cheating on me with my homeboy upstairs.”

Shit. “Oh,” you replied.

You sat down next to him while he explained, “It’s chill. She was a bitch anyway.” He brought his cart up to his lips and took a hit. He was high. “You wanna hit?” He offered it to you.

You shook your head, “I’m straight edge.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “The fuck is straight edge?”

You laughed at his reaction. It was the same one every person had when you told them the same answer. “That means I chose to stay sober.” Your thought process was by staying sober, it helped you avoid all the drama that starts when you’re black out drunk. Drunk confessions, drunk fighting, the list goes on. “It just helps me stay out of trouble.”

He exhaled smoke from his lips and nose. “Ohhhh,” he laughed. “Respect.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. You then looked out at everyone dancing and having a good time. “Why don’t we dance?”

He smiled, “Sure.” The two of you got up from the couch and went to the middle of the living room. The Motto by Drake and Lil Wayne played over the speaker, the bass shaking the whole house. Due to all the people crammed in one room, you and the mystery guy danced fairly close to each other. “Hey, what’s your name?” he yelled over the music.

“Y/N!” you shouted back. “What’s yours?”

“Noah!” Noah yelled. You nodded your head while smiling. The two of you danced while screaming the lyrics to the song. “You’re really cool, Y/N! I think we’d make great friends!”

“What do you mean? You’re stuck with me now!” You and him laughed. That’s when you spotted someone familiar pushing through the crowd. It was your boyfriend finally coming back from his search. “Conrad, hey!” You waved. “Did you find Steven?”

He completely ignored your question, his eyes set on the guy who you were dancing with. “Get away from my girl.” He stepped in front of you.

“Woah, man. We weren’t doing anything.” Noah held up his hands defensively.

“Conrad, stop!” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s fine! We’re just chilling.”

He scoffed in response, “I recommend staying away from Y/N. We’re going home.”

“Conrad-”

“We’re going home.” He cut in.

He sounded pissed, it made your guy twist as you looked back at Noah. “Sorry about him,” you said with a frown on your face.

“Don’t stress about it, maybe I’ll see you around.” He waved bye as you got dragged out of the house by Conrad.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you yelled as the two of you left the house. “Am I not allowed to make friends now? Why don’t you ever trust me?”

He rolled his eyes, “I trust you! I just don’t trust that guy!”

You yelled, “You don’t even know him!”

“Neither do you! You don’t know what his intentions were, Y/N!” His eyes were wide with anger as he looked into yours, the veins in his neck strained. “Get in the car.” The car beeped as he unlocked the doors.

You didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everyone, so you just did as he said and got in the passenger’s seat. You folded your arms over your chest and stared out the window. He got in the driver’s seat next to you and started the car before putting it into drive mode. “Just so you know, his girlfriend cheated on him and he was by himself,” you mumbled while pouting.

“Y/N,” he said. This gave you a glimpse of hope that he’d finally listen to you, but he then followed it up by, “I don’t fucking care.”

You rolled your eyes and frowned, shaking your head. “You’re a fucking child.” He didn’t say anything, he just kept driving.

The radio quietly played music, the air was tense as you refused to look at him. He stopped the car at a red light. “Y/N, I’m sorry,” he finally spoke up. “I get really insecure, babe, and I just want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

You looked over at him, your expression softened as you said, “Connie, I’m yours.” You placed your hand over his that draped over the shift stick.

He glanced over at you and saw your innocent expression. You knew something instantly changed in him as you noticed his demeanor swiftly change. “Say that again,” he breathed.

Now it clicked. It turned him on to know that you and your body was for him and him only. You batted your lashes and smiled deviously. “I’m all yours, Connie,” you teased.

He stared at you longer, his breath slightly hitched. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. When the light turned green, he took a turn that was the opposite way of both your guys’ homes.

“Conrad?” you said, concern present in your voice. “What are you doing?”

“I’m pulling the car over so we can fuck.” Butterflies swarmed in your stomach due to the assertiveness in his voice. He pulled the car over close to the beach where there were no lights except for the car’s headlights. “You fine with that?”

You nodded your head, “Y-Yeah.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and look up at him. Conrad’s hand reached up to the side of your neck and connected his lips with yours.

He was hungry for your kiss touch. He was desperate for his hands to be all over your delicate body. He pushed into you, his tongue slowly licking the seam of your mouth, which led to a more forceful kiss. He gripped the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer.

You broke away and smirked. The anger from the argument earlier melted into lust. He slightly leaned the seat back as you climbed over the center console. You rested on his lap, your legs straddling him. He moaned as you kissed along his jaw line, then his chin before leaning down to his neck and sucking on it.

His fingers dug into your hips and pulled you closer, making sure you could feel his hardening erection against your lower body. “My… job is to make you… mhm… feel good,” he said between moans.

You pulled away, “What? I’m not allowed to be in control?” This won a chuckle out of him. “I’m kidding, go ahead. I already said I’m yours.”

He ran his fingers through your hair while biting his bottom lip. “That’s my good girl,” he husked before locking his lips to your neck.

Your back arched off his lap as he sucked harshly on your pulse point, your breathing became heavy and erratic.

Your hands found their way onto his hair as he continued working his way down your neck. You couldn’t tell who was taking control anymore; the two of you were too busy focusing completely on each other. Your body began reacting.

One of his hands came up to your hip, gripping tightly as another hand traveled to your breast. Both of his hands were touching the fabric of your shirt and caressing the skin underneath. A gasp escaped your lips as your hand found its way to his crotch. Your fingers brushed against his sensitive member, eliciting a moan out of him.

‘You like that, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

He suddenly let go of your breasts and grabbed your face gently with his hands, pulling your lips forcefully to his own. He kissed fiercely, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. He bit your lip causing you to moan, his hands moving from your face down to your ass. He started grinding against you roughly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

A loud moan fell from your lips as you bit your bottom lip. “Connie, just fuck me already,” you pleaded. “Stop edging!”

He chuckled, “You’re still on the pill, right?” You nodded your head eagerly. “Good.” He reached down to his pants which caused you to back up slightly. He unzipped the zipper and pulled down his boxers slightly to reveal his erection. You got up on your knees so you could pull your panties, that were soaked, off. He helped lift your skirt up and slip your panties down your thighs. Once they were off, he threw them to the car floor on the passenger’s side.

Slowly, he inserted himself in you. A gasp escaped out from you while Conrad groaned from the feeling of your warm walls. His thrusting was slow at a steady pace, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. He placed one hand on your thigh as his free hand gripped your ass. Your breathing grew shallow as the pressure building in your body increased.

“Oh god,” you whimpered. “Please! Connie, I need you so bad!”

He continued to work his way into you until he slammed his pelvis against yours causing him to let out a loud grunt. He rasped, “You take me so well.”

As you continued to grind against him, he let out an animalistic growl. “God, Y/N, please,” he panted. You continued to grind against him, he was close, you knew it. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the sounds that were begging to fall from your throat.

His grip on your leg tightened, causing you to cry out as a wave of pleasure that rocked through your whole body. “Connie,” you whined. “Cum for me, baby, cum inside me!”

He pounded faster and harder. You felt your walls tighten around him, squeezing his erection. As he came, you let out the loudest scream anyone has ever heard from you. You clamped your eyes shut and squeezed your thighs around his waist even harder to keep him in you.

After a few seconds you managed to open your eyes. You looked down at him and could see his face twisted in ecstasy, sweat drenched over his forehead. You felt something hot pool in the pit of your stomach. You leaned down to kiss him again before getting off him. You reached for your panties and slid them back on. “You feel better now?”

He nodded his head as he caught his breath. Both your faces were flushed red from the heat of the orgasm. After recovering from his orgasm, he smiled softly. He grabbed your hand and brought you closer to him once more, placing his lips on yours. “We should head back. It’s almost midnight. And I wanna have some fun with you somewhere more comfortable”

You giggled and kissed his cheek.

#conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher smut #tsitp conrad #tsitp x reader #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty

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rafescurtainbangz · 4 months

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Rock N Roll Will Never Die - Eddie Munson One Shots +18 Daddy Chapter 11

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Eddie Munson comes home from his tour. Rockstar Eddie Munson. Daddy. SMUT warning. Language.

Eddie's POV:

"I love you, man; but, I'm home for one fuckin' week. Leave me alone. Yeah?"

"I called Jeff and Gareth. They said that you know,"your manager groans.

"They would," you chuckle as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Blame them. Alright? What two songs are you guys playin'? That's all I need. Give me anything I can tell these SNL fuckers. Just pick a-"

"Black Smoke" and "Hellfire". Satisfied?" You cut him short as you drift into the driveway.

"Yes! Jesus fuck. Thank you."

"Lose my number. I'll talk to you on Friday."

"Love you too," he chuckles, lazily. "See you then, Munson. Give the best to y/n and the kids."

"Umm yeah... Gotta go," you sigh as you watch the scene playing out in front of you. Jesus Christ. Problems already? This kid... Why is he me? Fuck. I'm getting it back tenfold.

You roll down the window, eavesdropping shamelessly; watching Harbor Harrington clamber the rest of the way out the window. Paxton leans toward her, cig dangling from his lips; no shirt on his lanky body, and a neck full of fresh hickeys.

"Tell him you went to Juliette's house, darlin'," he smirks; exhaling two streams of smoke through his nose. "I'll be right down. M'kay?"

"Don't take too long, Paxi. We're gonna be late."

Paxi? You can't help but snort out a sleepy snicker.

"Late for school? I don't care about that shit, Harrington. When did you turn into such a good girl anyway?" He flirts.

Paxton hooks his hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her caramel-colored hair.

"I'm not a good girl, Paxi?"

Enough. Make it end. You open your car door, slamming it shut. The two of them fall silent.

"Welp. Now or never," you gripe as you press the door open; Harbor lowers herself down the side of the house, clearly aware of your arrival as she does her best to hide. Like it matters, sweetheart... Your Jeep is parked right outside the gate.

"Have a nice day, Harbor," you sigh.

She looks around the house, giving you a guilty grin and a wave. "Uh-h... Hi, Mr. Munson," she stammers. "You too."

Harbor looks back at the window; no Paxton to be seen. Quickly scampering to her car. An even thicker cloud of smoke pours out, wafting away.

Jesus Christ, Pax.

You throw your head down, shuffling up toward the door. Climbing up a few steps before you grab the knob. There's a ruckus behind it already. My babies. Jerking it open you step through the threshold, a roar of joy following.

"Daddy!" Poppy shrieks at the top of her lungs. Her feet patter against the hardwood floor, Otto trails close behind. You squat down to their level, waiting for them to round the corner.

You meet their twinkling eyes; smiles, doubling. They crash into your arms, crawling on you to get closer. You hold them tight, taking in their smell; a wide smile sets on your lips as well. "I missed you, two."

"Missed you, Daddy," Otto smiles. Poppy gives you an all-too-wet kiss on the cheek before nuzzling in again.

"I love you, Daddy," she whispers.

"I love you, princess. And, I love you too, bud."

As soon as they come, they leave; tearing back to the kitchen leaving y/n standing in the doorframe, giving you a moment.

Y/n chuckles; a beautiful smile playing on her perfect lips, giving you the butterflies. Still. She walks your way, wrapping her arms around your neck.

Picking her up in a hug, you pull her in tight. "Fuck. I missed my girl," you mumble against her skin, pressing a gentle kiss on the crook of her neck. "I love you, sweetheart."

You set her down on the ground, not letting her leave your arms. Matching her gaze you feel yourself at peace again. "I love you too, Eds," she whispers.

Damn, I missed her voice. Cupping her soft cheek in your hand you kiss her again, feeling her smile against your mouth. "What?" You laugh, lightly.

"You smell like weed," she hums.

"That ain't me, baby girl."

"What?" She draws back, wide-eyed. "Pax?"

"Mhmm..."

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in frustration. "I said no weed," she whizzes. You blurt out a laugh, throwing your head back. Y/n slaps your chest, a little scowl setting on her pouty lips. "Eds... He has ISS."

"ISS?"

"In-school suspension..."

"Oh shit. What'd I miss?" You breathe as you shut your eyes tightly. "Lay it on me, y/n."

"Apparently, he sells weed."

"Why?" You whine. "It's not like he needs to..."

"He said we wouldn't buy him a truck. So, he's gonna buy his own."

"Alls I said was 'he had to get a job'."

"Technically... he did."

"Technically... I guess," you huff; rolling your eyes away. "He is killin' me.Did you know Harrington was here?"

Y/n's mouth falls open in disgust. "She was not... She left last night!"

"Nah... And, from the looks of it, it was a long night," you wince; shuddering in disgust, y/n echoing the same.

"Can you talk to him?" Y/n whispers; her tired eyes pleading with yours. "I thought I was doin' a good job, Eds. Shit's fallin' through the cracks."

"You." You bind her in your arms, tugging her closer. "You are doing an amazing job, y/n."

"Thank you," she whispers, weakly. Y/n's attention gets ripped away; brows furrowing in annoyance as she glances out the front window, watching as Paxton lowers himself from above. "Now? Please."

"Of course, honey." You give her one last kiss, turning toward the door; breaking out in a little trot, throwing the entry open. "Pax!"

Paxton turns on his heels, looking back at you annoyedly; his mother's scowl and a button nose, the rest of him all you.

"Edward."

"Scuse me?" You challenge; making him shift his stance. He crosses his arms over his tight Metallica tee, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I'm just kiddin'. Calm your tits."

"Sure..." You scoff. "I missed you. Weren't you gonna say 'hi' or anything?" He crushes the grass with his combat boot, throwing his gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact. "Pax?"

"Missed you too. Sorry... I just didn't want a lecture this mornin'."

"Why are you sellin', buddy? You could get a job at the mall, or a rest-"

"Rich comin' from you," he snips; cutting you off with a laugh.

"What does that mean?"

"It's like the pot callin' the kettle black. You were literally a drug dealer. You dealt drugs, Dad."

"Yeah... 'Cause I had to."

"Was the mall not hiring?" He sneers, turning back in the direction he was going.

"Just get a normal job, Pax. Like one with a W-2... Let me help you."

"Nah... 'Cause you don't get it."

"What don't I get?" You lift your voice, causing Paxton to return his stare to yours, looking back at you in disbelief.

"I can't go anywhere without people up my ass 'cause I'm your son... How do you think workin' at a mall's gonna go for me? For real? Just leave me alone."

Paxton flicks you the finger as he walks away.

"Paxton!"

"What, Dad? Seriously... I'm gonna be late for school."

"Like you give a shit about that."

"I don't... Harbor is gonna be here any second and she does."

"Cut the shit, Pax," you mumble. "She's on the other side of the gate."

He gives you a smirk, holding back a chuckle.

"You two being safe?" You ask, gently.

"Not talkin' to you about that, old man."

"Holy shit," you puff; covering your eyes with your hands as you do your best not to lose your mind. "I'm your dad, Pax. I worry about that shit."

"Of course we are. I'm not a stupid like-"

"Like me? Only me. Right?" You stop him before he can go any further, seeing the first look of remorse on his sights. "I know you weren't about to talk about your mom, Pax."

He throws his gaze to his feet again.

"What do you think she'd say if she heard you talkin' like that?"

"She'd be upset," he mutters, feebly. "Don't tell her I said that. I'm sorry."

"We just want you to be safe. Okay? It wasn't easy for your mom and me for a while. We just want your life to be easier. We aren't tryin' to ruin your life. And, we can talk about the job thing when you get home from school. I'm sure we can figure out somethin' that doesn't involve you sellin' spliffs under the bleachers out of a lunchbox."

He nods, giving you a soft smile. His mother's smile. Paxton turns around again, stepping away.

"I love you, Pax."

"Love you too, dad. I'm glad you're home." There's no sarcasm in his tone, warming your heart.

"Oh, wait! Did you want me to pick you up from school?" You ask as he passes through the gate.

"What do you think?" He cracks up, flicking you off with a smile.

Love you too, buddy.

Turning around you trudge up the driveway toward the house. Well... I don't know if I made it better or worse; but, that was somethin'.' You close your eyes, taking a deep, needed breath.

You hear the front door open. Y/n steps out; strolling toward the SUV with the twins in hand. She opens the side, letting them climb in, sauntering back to the trunk.

Her yellow sundress sways with the breeze, contrasting perfectly with her signature high-top Converse sneakers. Wow. You're struck with déjà vu. She wore yellow on our first date, a dress just like this one.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her. That face; that smile; her voice; her curves. She knew how to work 'em all.

Sweetheart...

Y/n reaches inside; the hem of her sundress riding up her thighs. The slightest peak of her perfect fuckin' ass. A smile spreads across your lips. Y/n knows I'm watchin'...

She knew it then too.

I need her... So fuckin' bad. It's been too long.

I wonder if she has any clients this morning. You walk toward her, while she digs through the baby bag. Hastily taking hold of her hips, pressing yourself against her ass; making her giggle.

She winds up slowly, relaxing her back against your chest; looking up at you over her shoulder.

"You're stunning. Fuck, you look so damn good y/n," you rasp.

"Thank you, Eds. So do you."

"Want me to take 'em to school?" You smile.

"That would be amazing." She turns her body into yours, arms wrapping around you, slipping into your back pockets. "I don't have any clients until two, Eds," she smiles at you coyly. "Hurry home?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Well shit," you chuckle, lustfully. "You're readin' my mind."

"It's been too long." She leans in for a kiss as she squeezes your ass.

"I was just sayin' that, y/n."

"I'll put on somethin' nice."

A low moan rumbles in your chest, landing on her lips. "Somethin' pink?" You groan.

"Anything for you, Eddie."

"Mmm... You're amazing." Your hands weave through her hair, tugging slightly.

"You should feel how wet I am for you..."

"That so?"

You slip your hand down, tracing slowly up her thigh; feeling her cotton panties, soaking wet.

"AHHH!" Poppy screeches; making you both jump, jolting the two of you out of your feral state.

"What the hell..." You grumble making y/n laugh. "You good, princess?" Poppy smiles brightly from her car seat. Her brown curls bounce as she nods 'yes'.

"She's been doin' that all week," y/n breathes.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're a patient woman," you hail as you pull her in for a hug. "Thank you."

"Of course, Eds. Hurry..."

"Can't wait."

You smack her ass as she steps away, chuckling to yourself as you watch the recoil; feeling your thirst about to bubble over.

Y/n meets your gaze, giving you a little wink as she walks away. You lean against the car, taking her in, ogling her until she falls out of view.

Just beautiful.

Back to reality.

"Alright, ya little heathens," you give them a playful growl as you climb into the car; the pair of them squealing gleefully. "Well shoot, I missed you two too."

"Music! Music!" Otto chants; Poppy joins in as well.

"What do you wanna hear?" You turn in your seat, meeting Otto's big brown eyes; stare, amplified through his thick glasses, a mess of black ringlets on his tiny head.

"Hurricane!" They yell in unison.

"Woah! Alright, guys. Now that's what I'm talkin' about." You open your Spotify app, pulling up the Scorpions track; cranking it loud as the guitar break starts. The pair of them clamp their ears shut, looking at you in horror through the rearview mirror.

"Is everything okay? You two alright?" You ask, nervously, eyes darting between the duo.

"Trolls sing Hurricane, Daddy," Poppy adds, flatly. Yet another child giving you that y/n famous scowl.

"Of course they do," you laugh; searching for the cover. "Ya know, guys. This..." You turn up the volume, letting the original rock melody flow through the car. "This is music."

"Trolls! Trolls!" Poppy chants; Otto joins in as well.

Unbelievable.

A smile spreads on your lips as you look up at the house, watching as y/n passes across the window; a glimpse of pink lace, making your heart race. Your mind is instantly pulled back to her.

Not a difficult task in the slightest.

God damn...

********

"Eds?" You hear her voice at the top of the stairs, giving you the butterflies.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhmm... Hurry. Please?" She asks in a needy tone, making you move a little quicker up the flight. "Comin' baby."

Y/N's POV:

Eddie's eyes widen as he walks through the door. "How are you so fuckin' beautiful?" He praises; eyelids falling to a hooded state. He moves toward you swiftly, crawling onto the bed as you shift to the headboard; his lips not leaving yours.

"You taste good... You smell so fuckin' good, darlin'," he purrs; as he buries his head in your neck, stroking his clothed cock against your throbbing pussy. "Fuck. I missed you."

"I missed you, baby. C'mon... I need you inside of me," you pant in that pathetic tone that gets you anything you want.

"Jesus, y/n," he moans, chuckling sinfully.

"Why are you dressed?"

"Good question." He sucks off your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth. "Can I leave these on?" Eddie asks; snapping the garter belt around your thighs with his rough finger. You smile and nod.

"Panties too..." You add.

"Well shit," he breathes onto your lips; instantly gliding two fingers up your cunt, making you suck in a breath.

Eddie takes his digits between his lips. "You're dripping, y/n."

"Haven't stopped thinkin' about you since you left for California."

"Me either, y/n. And, you're so fuckin' sweet."

"Eddie..." You pout.

"Shit, baby... I forgot what a slut you were for me."

"How could you forget?" You giggle against his lips. "Clothes. Now."

"Mmm... Yes, Mrs. Munson."

Eddie steps off the bed, tossing his shirt off his tight body; his brown curls, falling on his shoulders again. You study him carefully as you slink to the edge of the bed.

He grasps his belt in his hands, tugging the leather loose. "Let me?" You sigh as you rise to your feet; heels clicking against the wood floor.

Eddie's eyes roam your curves as you unfasten his top button, splaying his zipper; pulling the denim down low. Your fingers circle the dark tattoos on his thighs, working a little higher to the next.

He grabs your chin, drawing you up quickly. His brown eyes lock on yours; Eddie's stare is dark and deep. His grip is rough. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to let you know he's in control.

This is what he wants... What he's craving at this moment, and you are more than happy to oblige.

"You're my good girl. Aren't you, y/n?" He groans; making you wetter.

"Yeah," you sigh.

"Tell me, y/n."

"I'm your good girl, Eddie."

"And you listen to me, and me alone. Don't you, baby girl?" He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, making your heart thump.

"Yes, daddy. Only you."

"Daddy? I love when you call me 'daddy'." Eddie pushes you back on the bed.

You take a seat on the plush mattress, looking up at him innocently; as you toy with the elastic of his boxers. He gives you a little nod. You take your cue, pulling them off; following his thick cock to the tip, letting it spring free.

"Fuck, Eds," you sigh; gripping him in your hands, precum glazed on his tip. You quickly swipe your tongue across his swollen head; swirling for good measure.

"Y/n..." He draws out your name as he towers over you, looking down at you with lust-blown eyes.

Eddie drops down on one knee; his strong hand, lifting your calf sliding your spike heel off your foot, kissing your leg unhurriedly before working on the next.

He's taking his time, savoring every inch of you before dropping the shoe to the floor. You inhale sharply as he hooks his hands around your legs, tugging you to the edge of the bed.

His calloused finger meets your knee, tracing slowly up your thigh. Your breathing starts to quicken; lips, parting. You look between your legs, watching as he spreads your thighs.

"Eddie," you moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his ringed finger.

"Y/n." He draws out your name, working it deep. "Who's pussy is this, baby?"

Fuck.

He dips in another finger; thrusting it in and out... in and out. Your eyes drift back up his body, watching his abs and arms flex with each thrust; dark brown curls swaying.

Eddie's eyes greet yours; a dark, chocolate brown. He lets your gaze linger on his a little longer; he doesn't punish you, rewarding you with a smirk and some pressure on your clit.

"Mmm... Yours," you whimper. "My pussy is yours, Eddie."

"It is... Isn't it," he chuckles as you start to rock with him. Eddie drops to his knees; causing you to draw your legs wider. "Fuck. I could cum just lookin' at you, y/n."

His tongue meets your pussy; licking a line to your clit, latching on for a momentary, releasing you with a pop. Your head falls back. An airy moan slips your lips.

"Remember when we met? You were such a bad girl, y/n." He kisses his way up your stomach, past your ribcage, grabbing and pressing your breasts together. "No one could tell you what to do."

"But you..."

"That's right." Eddiegrabs you roughly, pulling you from the bed; drawing you to your feet. His hands work up your body, weaving into your hair, pulling slightly.

"Get on the chair," he whispers against your lips.

"Yes, Eddie."

You walk across the room to his old D&D throne from high school. Before you can even reach it, he's on you again; his chest, flush with your back, kissing your neck harshly.

"Fuck, baby," you whine. He shoves you, causing you to fall forward; you grasp the back of the chair, while his strong hands palm your ass. Eddie grabs your thong, snapping it against your skin. His hands return to your body, working over your skin; slapping your ass, causing you to groan.

"First time you sucked my cock we were in this chair, y/n." He spreads your ass and spanks you even harder, causing you to cry a little louder.

Eddie grabs himself in his hands; stroking a few times as he takes you in. "You look even better now, sweetheart."

"We fucked in this chair."

"The next day..." He chuckles. "You were wearin' pink."

"I knew I had to have you, Eddie."

"Mmm... Who woulda thought, y/n woulda been such a little whore for The Freak?"

Eddie seizes his dick by the base, tapping it against your ass with one hand; using the other to grope your skin."This fucking body, y/n," he moans as he presses his tip into your entrance. "It's just so damn perfect."

"Shit," you hiss as you feel a stretch.

"And, these tits." He grabs the clasp of your lingerie, unfastening it with ease; his hands glide up your back, slipping your straps off your shoulder one by one. It falls off your body. He reaches around, grabbing your breasts as he glides in a little deeper.

"This waist." His hands drift lower, mirroring his words; driving his cock in a little more. "These hips," he grunts; taking hold of them, bottoming you out; causing you to wail.

Eddie draws out slowly. "Baby, please," you sigh; craving more. He thrusts into you again. Your head falls forward. Eddie snaps his hips into you, setting a rapid pace. Skin, cracking skin. He spanks you; a prickling sting is left behind. "More, Daddy," you beg.

"I don't know, baby... You're ass is pretty red," he taunts. "You sure?"

"Yes. Fuck!"

"Atta girl." He slaps you roughly on the other side.

You feel his hands, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough that you can feel your pulse. The chill of his rings felt against your skin. Eddie rolls his hips into you, deliciously slow, using his grip as leverage to drive deeper.

His hands push higher; gathering your hair. He tugs your strands, causing you to rise up; your back, arching. He's unforgiving; pounding into you, just like you were craving he would.

"Fuck me, y/n," he demands.

"Yes," you moan; using the back of his throne to steady yourself as you fuck him back. Working Eddie in and out of your soaked pussy. You bounce and grind; rolling your hips as Eddie praises you.

Your ass claps against his hips; as you take every inch, filling yourself to the brim. hitting that special spot. "Eddie!" You cry.

"Fuck, y/n. Let me hear you, sweetheart," he rasps.

You lose yourself, fluttering around his cock; gripping his wrists as he takes over, rutting into you quickly. "Fuck, Eddie! Just like that."

Pitiful cries pass your lips as he proceeds to wreck you from behind. Eddie doesn't let up till he feels you relax around his cock, your head falling back on his chest as he rocks in and out.

"I missed you so fucking much," you whimper. Eddie kisses your shoulder gently, working his way up to your ear.

"I missed you more, baby. You're my girl, y/n. You know that? You always have been."

"I'm your girl, Eddie," you pant.

"Does my girl want more?"

"Never stop," you chuckle, breathlessly.

"Anything for you, y/n."

Eddie thrusts into you roughly, making you fall forward; gripping the chair, as you expel a breath. He presses your head against the plush velvet backrest, increasing his tempo.

"Ugh... Do you hear that, y/n?" You try to nod. "Mmm... You're so damn wet."

He turns you around; towing you into his arms. Your kisses are wild and deep as you make your way across the room to your bed. "Can you taste yourself, y/n?" He mumbles against your lips.

"Mhmm," you hum.

"Can you ride me, baby?" He groans.

"Yes, Eddie," you sigh, blissfully.

Eddie falls onto the bed. Before he can grab for you you slip away; Eddie chuckles darkly, twining his fingers behind his head.

"Couldn't get enough?"

"You're right, baby... I'm sweet," you laugh, breathily against his cock watching as goosebumps spread across his thighs.

You wrap your fingers around his length, licking your slick off; eyes boring into his. "Holy shit, baby," he moans; throwing his head deeper onto the pillow. You flick your tongue across his slit; tasting him as well.

Eddie's hand glides from your bangs to the top of your head, taking a tight hold; causing you to whine. He presses you down on his cock, bobbing your head up and down.

You can feel Eddie striking the back of your throat; tears pooling in your eyes. You blink; feeling them run in two little rivers down your cheeks.

"Ugh... You're so beautiful, darlin'," he grunts. His eyes roll back as you drop your hand, rubbing little circles against your clit; moans, pour from your lips between strokes.

"Come'mere, baby," he chuckles, drunkenly."We gotta do that later... Please, baby. I need more of that."

"Anything for you, Daddy."

Eddie grabs your hips; guiding you on top. You rise on your knees, grabbing Eddie's hand; sucking his fingers. He draws them down to your clit, rolling them gently.

"All I could think about when I left the house was you, y/n. I couldn't wait to get home. You make me feel so fucking good, y/n." He gives you a sinful smile; tongue, skimming along his rosy bottom lip.

"You make me feel so good, baby," you breathe; hands slinking up your frame.

Eddie grips his thick cock in his fist. "All I could think about was seeing you in lingerie..." He slides his tip through your silk, circling his head on your clit. You let out a breathy moan. Eddie's eyes roll back again.

"Your little noises and this wet fuckin' pussy." He presses his tip in, you feel the stretch. "Mmm... Grab the headboard, y/n." You take a grip on it as Eddie takes hold of the small of your waist. He thrusts up into you roughly.

"Eddie!" You cry; he lets out a growl; thrusting into you a few more times. He relaxes on the bed, beckoning you with his stare.

"I want you deep in my pussy, Eds," you sigh; sinking slowly. He sucks a sharp breath, snatching your hips; holding you in place.

Clasping the headboard you start to circle your curves, rolling; and working yourself on his dick. "Holy shit, honey," he moans. You can hear yourself; how wet you are. Eddie can hear it too, giving you a little smirk. "Still so wet for me?"

"Sucking your cock always gets me wet, Eds. You know that."

"Fuck, baby."

Reaching back you grip his thighs; bouncing on the mattress; nail, sinking into his skin. "Shit. You're deep, Eds," you whimper.

"So fuckin' deep."

You look between your thighs, watching his long cock slicked with you once more. Eddie can feel you tightening around him; he can see the look in your eye.

"That's my girl," he rasps. "So fuckin' good for me. Can you wait, baby... Cum when I tell you?"

"Eddie..."

"I thought you listened to me, y/n? Can't you wait, sweetheart?" He chuckles as he applies a little more pressure to your clit.

"Plea-" You stutter; body, quaking.

"Cum."

You scream his name as you toss your head back. Your orgasm radiates through your body, making your toes curl.

Eddie continues to thrust as you fall apart; your muscles, tightening around his dick as he works at an insane pace.

"Fuck, y/n... That feels so fuckin' good, baby," he moans. "So tight."

He throws you to your back, stepping off the bed, looping his arm under your thighs; pulling you exactly where he wants you, right on the border before slinging a leg over his shoulder.

Eddie tips into you, pressing a rough kiss on your lips as he starts to thrust again. His tongue reels with yours. The two of you, utterly exhausted; panting into your kiss.

"Almost there," he mumbles, fighting back his climax to get you on last time. He wraps his arm around your thigh, using that to drive himself deeper.

"S-Shit, Eds," you stammer. As you feel him strike your g-spot, making your body tremble.

"Again?" He gives you a cocky smile; getting exactly what he wanted.

You nod rapidly as tears start to gather in your eyes, overstimulated, to say the least. "Can you cum for me, y/n..."

"Y-Yes, Daddy. Yes. Shit," you stutter as you grab ahold of the edge of the bed; tossing your head back. Eddie grunts and moans, as he thrusts sloppily.

Tears fall from your eyes as you close them tightly; your climax claiming your body. A choked cry passes your lips; giving him all you can muster. You feel the warmth of his release, Eddie answering with your name on his lips.

Eddie mounts the bed; pressing a soft, kiss against your mouth. His lips drift to your flushed cheeks, kissing away your tears.

"I love you, baby. I love you so much," he respires as he holds you close.

"I love you, Eds. Never leave me again..." You laugh, breathlessly.

"I hate leavin' you. But, fuck... Do I love comin' home to you, sweetheart."

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intomusings · 2 years

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﹒﹒ unisex names masterlist !

back again with another masterlist for u all after receiving some anon suggestions . here's 250+ unisex first names for ur next character , these come from various influence points but some of them really are just pulled from thin air . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter ! if u found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to boost this .

A : ashtyn , avery , adrian , anderson , abbott , aaren , aki , alix , amari , aden , arden , addison , angel , arizona , armani , ayla , austen , avani , august , ajay .

B : bailey , beck , bellamy , blaine , blake , brooks , bryce , bodhi , beverly , boston , boyd , benz , banks .

C : cameron , camden , carter , casey , charlie , chicago , carson , courtney .

D : dakota , dallas , delaney , denver , dylan , drew , dua .

E : eden , eli , elliot , emerson , emery , erin , evan , everest , ezra .

F : fallon , finley , finn , forest , foster , finnick , frankie .

G : gem , gabe , gray , genesis , garnet , greer .

H : hale , harley , harlow , harper , haven , hayden , hayes , hunter , hero , holland , hollis , hudson , honey .

I : indy , indiana , isa .

J : jace , jack , jade , jamie , jay , joey , jordan , jude , juniper , julian , jagger , journey .

K : kali , keegan , kelan , kendal , kenzie , kieran , kit , knox , kyle , kaiden , karsyn , kourtney .

L : lake , laurence , lennon , lennox , landry , levi , logan , london , luca , lux , lyric , love , link , lincoln .

M : maddox , madison , manning , manny , marlow , marley , mason , max , morgan , montana , milo , michi , memphis , milan , mica .

N : nevada , nicky , noah , nye , nova , nash , nyjah .

O : ollie , ozzy , orion , onyx , oakley , owen , oliver , ocean , opal , otto , orlando , odelia .

P : paris , pratt , parker , pascal , pax , paxton , paxon , penn , peyton , phoenix , presley , psalm , pearl .

Q : quincy , quinn , quentin .

R : rae , ryan , reagan , reed , reece , rei , rem , riley , river , robin , rocky , rory , royal , rowan , ryder , ryker , reign , rue .

S : sean , sacha , sailor , salem , sam , sawyer , scout , shiloh , skye , skyler , sloane , sol , spencer , stevie , sutton , sydney , storm , sab , seven , saint , sage , shelby , silver .

T : tai , teagan , torrence , tyler , tristan , trevor , tove , toni , tommy , theo , terry , tatum , tanner , tate , tayler , taryn , tris .

U : uma .

V : val , vesper , vega , vaughn , vince , venus , vinny .

W : waverly , wade , whitney , winnie , willy , wylie , wren , wyatt , winter , winslow , wolfe , west , weston .

X : xio , xyla , xashary .

Y : yael , yves , yara , yensi , yale .

Z : zane , zuri , zoe , zion , zayden , zero .

#m:masterlist #unisex name masterlist #name masterlist #rpc #rph #rpt

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notti-stellate · 10 months

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Who I write for

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Sam Winchester (platonic)

Dean Winchester (platonic)

Paxton H-Y

Ethan Morales

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen (Platonic)

Eddie Munson

Mike Wheeler

Eddie Kaspbrak

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #eddie munson x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x you #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #jj x reader #eddie kaspbrak smut #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike wheeler x reader #jasper hale x reader #ethan morales x reader #paxton hall yoshida x reader #jacob black x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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bewilderedbuck · 2 years

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Okay! So I was rewatching nhie season 3 for the billionth time and I noticed that when John McEnroe says, “she would find love again all she had to do was look to the future” then it focuses on her and Ben! And end he says, “or maybe the past” it focuses on Paxton. Insinuating that Ben is her future (like they have a future) and Paxton is her past.

YES this is what i'm thinking as well. even though ben is also technically part of her past, the framing and narration here has to be intentional:

she looks directly at ben when mcenroe says "She just had to look to the future."

and then looks directly at paxton when mcenroe says, "Or maybe to the past."

i can see this being interpreted as "she can make a choice between a possible future with ben, or rekindling the past with pax," but i don't think that's it. at all. bear with me for possibly reaching, because i, of course, will make everything about benvi as much as i possibly can, but i interpret it this way: she has to look towards the past, not relive it, because she has to look back on what her relationship with paxton taught her, over anything else: she has to love herself first. because her relationship with herself is the most important relationship she can ever have. and she looks to the future, to ben, because she is unafraid to be herself with him, wholly and unapologetically. he has never made her feel less, never made her feel insecure (and yes, i know paxton didn't really do these things while they were dating, but those feelings creeped up on her as a byproduct of being paxton h-y's girlfriend, because of his social status vs. hers). her and ben are equals, and they always have been. and yes, in an interview lang said that devi also sees herself and paxton as equals after the events of 3x10, but as soon as she saw him as an equal, she realized those romantic feelings were not there anymore. no stomach knots from paxton. only from ben.

#tl;dr: devi is in love with ben lol #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #benvi #devi x ben #ben x devi #never have i ever #nhie #nhie s3 #nhie spoilers #nhie s4 spec #sort of #asks #kay <3

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 2 years

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Paxton H-Y x Reader moodboard (mine) for my fic Bold, Sexy and Weird

Find it on AO3!

Tags: Fluff, Pining, Bisexual Fem Reader

❕A/N: I apologize in advance for Paxton being ooc in this fic. Tbh I haven't seen NHIE and just watched a youtube video of Paxton & Devi's story. I originally wrote this for my bff but then i thought why not post it here, LOL. Hope you enjoy it!

(Not beta'd, all mistakes/typos are mine.)

#Paxton Hall Yoshida #nhie netflix #Paxton Hall Yoshida x Reader #Bisexual Reader #Fluff #Paxton fluff #Pining #best friends to lovers #Paxton Hall Yoshida x fem!reader

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rygoespop · 1 year

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Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 4): BoCo and The Claw

Narrator: BoCo and The Claw

BoCo, rolling down the line with 5 Cattle Cars, heading to Wellsworth

Narrator: BoCo is a Green Metropolitan Diesel, when he first came to the Island, he was tricked by Bill and Ben

Flashback cuts to The Dieseasel

Narrator: One day, BoCo is taking some Cattle Cars to Wellsworth, where his roommate Philip is waiting

BoCo arrived as he honked his horn

Philip: Morning BoCo! I see your traveling with Cattle Cars!

BoCo: Indeed little Philip, I'm helping Terence and Trevor with the Market today

Philip: Oooooh, that sounds wonderful

BoCo: I bet it does

But their conversation was short lived, as a Frightening Diesel with a Claw raced past them

Diesel 10: GET OUT OF MY WAY! I got scrap to collect and I wanna finish it, fast!

Philip: *shaking* What was that!?!

BoCo: *shocked* I don't know who that was, but he is fast and frightening

Scene transitions to BoCo, arriving at Knapford Station, where Thomas is there

Narrator: Later that day, BoCo arrived at Knapford Station, where Thomas is ready for his next passenger train

BoCo: Hello Thomas

Thomas: Oh, hello BoCo!

BoCo: Thomas, can you tell me who was that Diesel, the one with the claw that raced past me and Philip

Thomas: Oh, that would be Diesel 10

BoCo: Diesel 10?

Thomas: 10 out of 10, he is dangerous, he's got a Claw, so be careful when your around him

BoCo: I'll try Thomas

Thomas blew his whistle and puffs off

BoCo: I got to be brave

Scene transitions to BoCo, arriving at Track clearing site, there was Diesel 10, lifting Scrap Iron into trucks

Narrator: Later that day, BoCo came across Diesel 10

BoCo: *rolled up to Diesel 10, with bravery in him* H-hello?

Diesel 10: *menacingly* Who are you?!

BoCo: I'm BoCo, and you must Diesel 10

Diesel 10: How do you know who I am?

BoCo: I heard of you from Thomas

Diesel 10: Ah! You mean the Blue Puffball!? He told you to talk to me?!

BoCo: Y-yes, but that's not-

Diesel 10: I don't wanna hear it you goody Diesel! Now scram or else, it's Pinchy you'll be talking to! *he has his Claw above him as his claw clamps*

BoCo was so frightened he fled

BoCo: That was, a Bad Idea!

Narrator: Later that day, Sir Topham Hatt was waiting for BoCo as he pulled up to Knapford

Sir Topham Hatt: Ah BoCo! Perfect timing! I need to go to the Blue Mountain Quarry and take some Stones to the Docks

BoCo: But Sir, isn't that Paxton's job?

Sir Topham Hatt: It is, but Paxton had to go to the Dieselsworks, so off you go

BoCo: Yes sir *he honks his horn as he heads to the Blue Mountain Quarry, as Rain Clouds began to form*

Scene transitions to BoCo, who has arrived at the Blue Mountain Quarry, to collect the Stone Cars

Narrator: Later, BoCo arrived at the Blue Mountain Quarry to collect the stone cars

Skarloey: Be careful BoCo, those Stone Cars are very heavy

Bertram: And troublesome!

BoCo: I will, my Narrow Gauge friends! *he honks as he pulled the Stone Cars out of the Quarry*

Scene transitions to BoCo, pulling the Stone Cars up Gordon's Hill, as it started to Rain Heavily

Narrator: As BoCo was pulling the Stone Cars, it began to rain as he was going up Gordon's Hill

BoCo: I gotta make it to the Docks!

Troublesome Truck 1: Hey, let's push BoCo and make him come off the rails!

The Troublesome Trucks began their plan as BoCo finally made it to the top

Troublesome Truck 2: Now it's our chance!

Troublesome Trucks: On on on! Faster Faster Faster! *they began to push BoCo down the hill in a fast pace*

BoCo: Bust my buffeeeeeers!!! *he was going fast due to the trucks pushing him*

Narrator: Unknown to BoCo, he was on the same track as Diesel 10

Scene shows Diesel 10, heading home on the same track, until

BoCo: *bumped into Diesel 10* Oof!

Diesel 10: *surprised* Huh!? Who's there?!

BoCo: Diesel 10! Put on your brakes!

Diesel 10: Right! *he braked hard*

BoCo: *suddenly remembers something about the Sandboxes* Wait, Diesel 10! Put off your brakes!

Diesel 10: What!? Why!?

BoCo: If you brake too hard, your wheels will go flat!

Diesel 10 took his brakes off

BoCo: Good, now apply some sand on the rails

Diesel 10 applied some sand on the rail

BoCo: Now brake again, but this time, slowly

Diesel 10 braked again, this time slowly as both Diesels came across a bend

Diesel 10 and BoCo: WHOAAAAAAA!!!

The 2 Diesels made it through

Diesel 10: Ha ha haaa! We did it! Thank you BoCo!

BoCo: Your welcome Diesel 10! Next stop, Brendam Docks!

The 2 Diesels headed to Brendam Docks

Narrator: The Next morning, after delivering the Stones to Brendam Docks on a Stormy night, BoCo had a goodnight sleep back at Wellsworth Sheds

Scene transitions to Wellsworth Sheds, as the Morning Sky rose, where BoCo and Philip are in the berths, sleeping, until Diesel 10 rolls up

Diesel 10: Hey BoCo

BoCo: *waking up* Yes Diesel 10?

Diesel 10: I wanna say, thank you! After the stormy night, I know it was wrong for me to be rude and intimidating towards you, but you saved ours lives

BoCo: *smiling* Your welcome, Diesel 10

Diesel 10: But let's keep it a secret, I don't want anyone to know this

BoCo: Evenly Philip?

Diesel 10: Yes, that includes Philip

Philip was still asleep was he didn't know what happened last night

BoCo: Fair enough

Diesel 10: Ok good, I got to get going! I got to scrap some Scrap Iron *he rolls back and out of Wellsworth*

Philip: *wakes up* Morning BoCo! Ready to start our day?!

BoCo: Yes Philip! We shall!

Philip: Let's go! *he races out of the shed*

Scene transitions to Noon, as BoCo was pulling 4 Tar Tankers

Narrator: Ever since that Storm, BoCo continued on his work

Scene transitions to Diesel 10, collecting scrap iron and loading them into trucks, thus resuming of being intimidating again

Narrator: And Diesel 10 resumed being intimidating and menacingly towards other engines! Some say that there's no point to changing someone, they'll go back to doing what they are

Steam clouds rolled in

Story end

#thomas and friends

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carpetadiseno · 2 years

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Walhalla 1830-1842, Alemania.

Leo von Kleze (1784-1864)

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-La gran similitud que tiene con el Partenón de Atenas y al ser el equivalente al Olimpo griego en su versión germánica da como resultado un imponente templo.

Casa del director de la salina de chaux (Arc-et-senans) 1775, Francia.

Ledox Claude-Nicolas

Neoclásico

-La originalidad en sus diseños dieron lugar a ideas innovadoras y futuristas para su época. La importancia que le daba al ambiente y al netorno para la comodidad del ser humano se reflejan en esta edificación y en el orden en el que fue construido el complejo semicircular para que todas casas pudieran beneficiarse de la luz del sol.

Palacio de Charlottenhof 1826-1829, Alemania.

Karl Friedrich Schinkel (1781-1841)

Neoclásico

-El amplio jardín que lo rodea nos otorga una agradable vista, la fachada con colores neutros resalta más en el tipo de clima que habita en ese momento de la toma e esta fotografía, la edificación inspira naturaleza y elegancia al mismo tiempo.

Palacio de Westminster 1840-1860, Londres.

Augustus Pugin (1812-1852), Charles Barry (1795-1860)

Neogótico

-El ambicioso proyecto de construir un palacio donde destaca la torre con el reloj más grande y funcional que se haya visto antes, en el que el hierro en las columnas no es el protagonista pero sí juega un papel importante para la fortificación de la torre Victoria y la ingeniería que utilizaron es muy impresionante y ostentoso.

Palacio de Cristal 1850-1851, Londres.

Joseph Paxton (1803-1865)

Arquitectura de hierro

-El uso de materiales como el cristal y el hierro para las construcciones de la época y con la inspiración de invernaderos que llevó Joseph P. dieron lugar al Crystal Palace, que, vista de sde cualquier ángulo parecía que en cualquier momento colapsaría dada la impresión de ligereza y fragilidad que este daba. El reflejo que se generaban en los cristales a la luz del sol daban cierto misticismo a lo que se encontraba dentro del palacio.

Biblioteca de Santa Genoveva 1843-1850, Francia

Henri Labrouste (1801-1875)

Arquitectura de hierro

-El material del hierro utilizado en la edificación de la biblioteca marcaba la referencia de la Revolución Industrial en la arquitectura la cual destacar en el interior de esta obra.

Torre Eiffel 1887-1890

Francia

Stephen Sauvestre (1847-1919)

Arquitectura de hierro

La innovación y el empeño de la construcción estaba fuera de lo que se consideraba tradicional debido al tamaño en el que fue construida.

Hotel Tassel 1892-1893, Bélgica.

Víctor Horta (1861-1947 )

Modernismo, Art Nouveau

-La fachada tiene colores grisáceos pero enel interior puede llegar a sorprender la fluidez y calidez que emanan las curvas tanto del papel tapiz como de las escaleras.

Casa Batlló 1904-1906, España.

Antoni Gaudí (1852-1926)

Modernsita, Art Nouveau.

-Da la sensación de que fue construida con huesos, se puede ver un poco sombrío pero sin dejar de lado la estética orgánica que lo define.

Hotel Tassel 1892-1893, Bélgica.

Víctor Horta (1861-1947 )

Modernismo, Art Nouveau

-La fachada tiene colores grisáceos y marrones pero en el interior puede llegar a sorprender la fluidez y calidez que emanan las curvas tanto del papel tapiz como de las escaleras.

Almacenes Old England 1899, Bélgica. Paul Saintenoy (1862-1952)

Modernismo, Art Nouveau

El metal resalta al tener formas y detalles curvilíneos y complejos lo que lo hace lucir lujoso y elegante.

Arquitectura del siglo XX

Casa Judía 1930, España.

Juan Guadiola (1896-1962)

Art Déco

Da la ilusión de que cada columna se encuentra en movimiento, hay una explosión de colores y figuras geométricas que captan inmediatamente la atención del espectador.

Fábrica de Cigarrillos Carreras 1926-1928, Londres.

M. E. Collins, O. H. Collins, A. G. Porri.

El edificio mostrado tiene una estética muy notable gracias a la arquitectura neo-egipcia que en él se emplea, con el color blanco y el negro como colores principales en la fachada, los colores azul, verde y rojo les dan un resaltado significativo a las columnas.

Sastrería Goldman & Salatsch 1910-1911, Austria.

Adolf Loos (1870-1933)

Modernismo

Hay una combinación en la fachada en la que se nota el mármol y por otro lado en la parte superior es completamente lisa la cual la hace más atractiva visualmente.

Casa Steiner 1910, Austria.

Adolf Loos (1870-1933)

Modernismo

Cada parte de la casa se ven con poca ornamentación para dar un espacio a la vegetación que se encuentra en sus alrededores, parece que tiene una buena distribución y orden.

Pabellón Corbusier 1964-1965, Suiza.

Le Corbusier (1887-1965).

Modernismo.

El techo volado y con ángulos variados deja a la interpretación de ser un lugar moderno y serio , los colores intensos y sólidos que forman parte de la fachada dio como resultado un buen diseño y con buena iluminación.

Capilla Notre Dame du Haut 1950-1955, Francia.

Le Corbusier (1887-1965)

Brutalismo

Las curvas y los colores que se implementan generan cierto surrealismo a primera vista, la forma que da al verla de lejos hace pensar más en una escultura moderna.

La Unité d´Habitation de Marsella 1947-1952, Francia.

Le Corbusier (1887-1965)

Brutalismo

Los colores del edificio hacen un contraste muy acertado en lois balcones y ventanas, le da una armonía muy singular y se puede apreciarla etapa experimental de Le Corbusier.

Pabellón Alemán (Barcelona) 1920, España.

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe (1886-1969)

Lilly Reich (1885-1947)

Modernismo, Bauhaus.

El espacio que nos ofrece el pabellón es muy fresco, el uso de un área específicamente para el uso social es muy característico de este proyecto.

Sea Lane House 1936, Gan Bretaña.

Marcel Lajos Breuer (1902-1981).

Modernismo, Bauhaus.

El atractivo principal es el absoluto color blanco en toda la fachada y la vista que se esde arriba ya que pareciera ser una letra L.

Sede de la Unesco 1955-1958, Francia.

Bernard Zehrfuss (1911-1996), Marcel Lajos Breuer (1902-1981), Pier Luigi Nervi (1891-1979).

Modernismo

Lo sorprendente en este proyecto es la forma en la que lograron llevar a cabo ese tipo de forma que se puede apreciar viendo la sede desde una vista aérea.

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