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#which was fine by me really bc i don't need money to live yet i'm just saving up
hard-candy-writing · 1 year
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st guys x older women
part two - part three (coming soon)
part one: eddie x older!metal!reader
summary: eddie takes a liking to you after seeing you onstage.
warnings: 18+, minors dni. nsfw. use of y/n. reader is tatted and pierced, plays guitar and bass. eddie's called a whore, sweetheart, and a good boy. 69, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of drug use. dommy mommy, sub!eddie. small slap to the thigh from reader.
a/n: part one of a three part series involving eddie, steve, and billy getting involved with older women, bc i'm tired of seeing them paired with younger women constantly. based on this text post. enjoy!
taglist: @evansflowers
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"Hey, uh... Hi."
There's no way you heard him. His voice was still hoarse from the show, and the bar door had opened and let music blare out when he tried to correct himself. Eddie was about to pretend he hadn't said anything and walk away when you turned around to pick up your last amp.
"Oh, hey. Corroded Coffin, right?"
"Yeah. Uh, Eddie." He gestured to the amp. "Can -- Can I help you with that?"
One eyebrow shot up, confused, questioning, and you hoisted the amp without fuss.
"I'm good, sweetheart. But thanks."
Of course a girl like you could haul her own gear. You were about two inches taller than him, arms covered in tattoos. Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, resisting the urge to chew his lip. You slammed the back doors of your van shut and rubbed your hands together, easing the stinging from lifting such a heavy item.
"You were great. Your band, I mean. A-And you."
Your smirk bordered on mocking, but your eyes were soft and genuine. You leaned back against your van, arms crossed over your chest.
"You want an autograph or something?"
"No, I --"
"I'm kidding. You weren't so bad yourself. The manager said you guys usually play on Tuesdays. This your first Friday gig?"
Eddie nodded. When the Hideout's manager had approached him with the offer, he nearly refused. Corroded Coffin was a headliner; not some nameless opening act to occupy the drunks while they waited for the real show to begin. But they needed the money. Thank God he'd accepted the job; the second you and your band walked on stage, Eddie had been hypnotized. Your cover of Cherry Bomb, complete with moaning right into the mic, had him absolutely intoxicated.
"Ever played in Indianapolis?"
"Not yet," Eddie said, as if he had immediate plans. "You?"
"Oh yeah, plenty of times. Dive bars, mostly, but y'know how it is."
"Yeah," Eddie said, as if he did. "Anywhere I'd know?"
You rattled off a few places that sounded important, but he had no idea. Worse, as time went on and he'd nodded himself too far into the lie to back out, your grin only grew. Your eyes glittered in the yellow, hazy light of the parking lot. Sweat and makeup shimmering on your face. Knowing. Absolutely seeing right through him, so far that he felt your gaze right to the bone.
"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you, sweetheart?"
"Nah," he laughed. "Sorry. Just a... a small town guy, I guess."
You shrugged. "I used to be, too. What are you, eighteen?"
"Twenty."
"Huh," you said, and Eddie felt like that meant something. "Well, you've got talent and time, which is something you need to take advantage of. We've got a similar sound. Maybe I could drop your name when we're in need of an opener?"
"Really?" Eddie couldn't hold back his grin, no matter how childish it felt.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm not promising you anything. I've still got a day job, so it's not like I'm turning you into Ozzy. And your whole band's gotta be twenty-one before I can pull any strings."
"We are."
"You literally just told me you were twenty."
Eddie felt a flush creeping up his neck. "Right. Uh..."
"Don't worry, you're doing fine."
"Doing fine?"
"You know." You pushed yourself off of your van and fished a Sharpie from your back pocket, like you were prepped for an autograph. "Listen, I live about half an hour from here. Give me a call next time you're free and we'll jam. Maybe I can fit you into our set."
You took his hand, shoved his sleeve up, and scrawled your phone number on his forearm. You leaned forward to blow it dry as he stammered.
"Fit me into your set? Like on-stage with you?"
"Unless you're a one-man-band type of guy. I get it."
"No!"
"Just figured you didn't want to wait for the rest of them to turn twenty-one. It's not permanent. And I'd have to talk with the rest of the band, but I think they'd be cool with it." Your gaze darted up to meet his. "And you're not going on with us until you're of-age, too."
"My birthday's in two months."
This time, your smile wasn't teasing. You released his hand and capped the Sharpie.
"Then I'd better hear from you before then."
Eddie nodded, maybe a little eager, but he didn't care. He'd gotten your number and had barely said a word. But before his heart could stop pounding, you gripped his face on one hand. Thumb on his jaw, twisting his head one way and then the other as your eyes dragged over him.
"You'd look good with some eyeliner, y'know. Not sure if it's your style, but..." Your thumb brushed over his lips, and you didn't finish your sentence. You just let go and walked away.
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When Wayne walked in, Eddie was on his knees in the living room, a tiny hand mirror propped up against a mug, smearing eyeliner across his eyes with one hand and wiping away a few black tears with the other. Eddie glanced up at him, eyes wide.
"You're not supposed to be home until morning."
Wayne's expression was stern, cold. "Forgot my dinner. You, uh, stop by the twenty-four-hour drugstore?"
"Y-Yeah."
"You trying to be, uh, Bowie or someone?"
There was no good lie. "A girl said I'd look good with it on. When I'm onstage."
Wayne nodded slowly. "That her number on your arm?"
"Yeah."
"Well... I think you need more practice."
Before Eddie could say anything else, Wayne grabbed his lunch and left. He looked back into the mirror and sighed. He looked like a raccoon. Maybe three in the morning wasn't the best time to do something that relied on steady hands.
He scrubbed the makeup off, but kept your number. He'd wear it like a badge of honour until Wayne made him wash it off.
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Six months later, he was in Indianapolis, in some dank, grubby bar with lipstick still on the glasses and scrawl all over the bathroom walls. The bass made the walls thud, but somehow the chatter from the barroom overwhelmed the music. Eddie leaned against the cold brick wall outside. Eyes shut, taking a drag from his cigarette. Every time the door opened and the roar from the bar reached him, unmuffled, his stomach flipped.
Your bassist was sick. You were taking over the job, and Eddie would play lead guitar. It was a cover gig, with only one original song to sell cassettes, and he'd learned it. You'd both talked about him stepping in sometime. But he hadn't been expecting a call before he was up for school. Luckily, Wayne hadn't asked any questions.
The door opened, and you came out. Tight jeans, cropped shirt, eyes lined with dark shadow and glitter. Eddie's hands shook when he tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped on it.
"Nervous?" you asked, tilting your head to glance sidelong at him.
"You think? Can't I just have one joint?"
You shook your head. "We go on sober. After the vans are packed up, then you can take whatever you want."
Eddie snorted. "Okay, Mom."
"Aw, I'm your mommy?" You let out a giggle that he could feel rush all through him.
"How the hell are you so calm?"
"I'm not. I'm just good at hiding it. But there are other ways to relieve tension, y'know."
"Yeah?" Eddie rubbed his jaw with a trembling hand. "Like what?"
He looked up when you remained silent. Your brow was raised, eyes knowing -- always knowing, even when he thought he was being smooth.
"C'mon, Eddie. You know what I mean." You paused, then smirked. "Aw, or are you just playing dumb because you want me to explain?"
Eddie stretched up a little taller, finally getting your meaning. This wasn't real. This was just another joke of yours, something that you'd use to tease him later on.
"Maybe," he tested. "Can I have another hint?"
Your chuckle was intoxicating as you stepped around to stand in front of him. "Well, what would you do? You're pent up. You're eager. You need a release for all that energy." Your hand was on his chest, feeling his heart fluttering. "Come on, sweetheart. I'm not gonna do it with someone who can't even say it."
"Fuck?"
"Only if you want to." Your hand slipped down his belly, fingers hooking into his belt, and you dragged him a step forward until your hips were flush against his. "But if you'd rather be on your own, the back of your van is a good place to go. That's where I'm heading."
You let go of his belt, turned on your heel, and walked across the parking lot to your van. Eddie was like a puppy following you. This wasn't happening. But the further you got from the bar, the more Eddie believed he might actually not be dreaming.
You flung your van's back doors open and climbed in, pushing aside a small box of cassette tapes as you did so. Eddie followed, shutting the doors behind him. Before he could say a word, you were on him, your lips on his neck, his chest, grazing his lips.
"Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"
Eddie shook his head.
"'Course you're not. I want you to sit back and let me do the work, 'kay?"
"But I want you to feel good, too."
Your laugh was low, dark. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a wicked light in your eyes.
"That's why I'm doing all the work."
You pushed him onto his backside, his back against the seats, and straddled his lap. Your kiss made him dizzy. One hand skated up your back, feeling for the bra you weren't wearing. When he realized, he groaned into your mouth and raised his hips, grinding against your clothed cunt. You leaned back, tilting his chin up with one finger.
"You're so fucking cute."
"I wanna taste you."
Eddie didn't know where those words had come from, only that he hadn't been in control when he said them. But you smiled. And he knew that he didn't have to be in control when you were there.
"Say 'please,' sweetheart."
"Please, Y/N. I wanna taste that sweet fucking pussy. God, I know it's good."
You leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Good boy."
Eddie shuddered at the term and went for your belt, his hands still shaking a little.
"Lay down?" he asked when he'd peeled your pants and panties off, one hand on your thigh.
But you shook your head. Eddie frowned at you, confused.
"What? Never had a girl sit on your face before?"
Eddie just shook his head. You eased his pants and boxers down and handled him, laying him flat on the floor of your van. Eddie's head spun as you straddled his head and bent yourself practically in half, taking his cock into your mouth. Eddie wrapped his arms around your hips, dragging you down to his lips. Your mouth felt like heaven. It was as if you knew his body better than he did. It was almost as good as your dripping, hot cunt, his tongue seeking out the spots that made you moan around him.
He could practically get lost in the taste of you. You ground against his soaked face, the fingers of one hand digging into his thigh as you swallowed around his cock, throat constricting in just that way that made him throb.
"Hnn, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."
You lifted yourself off of his cock with a wet pop. Eddie's grip on your hips tightened, sucking on your clit.
You slapped his thigh. "Don't get fucking greedy."
He released you, and you straddled his lap.
"Besides," you said as you ground down onto his cock, soaked with your spit, "I want you to finish inside me. Want your cum dripping down my leg for everyone to see while we're on stage. Do you want that, sweetheart?"
Eddie could only nod as you lined yourself up to his cock and sunk down. Your eyes rolled back, eyelashes fluttering as he filled you up. Eddie sat up, fingers slipping under your shirt.
"C-Can I?" he stammered, breathless from the heat of your cunt squeezing him.
"Good boy, so polite." You lifted your shirt over your head, tits bouncing free.
"Fuck," he groaned when he saw the tattoos framing your tits and the piercings through each nipple. "You can't be real."
"Don't I feel real, sweetheart?" You bounced up and down on his cock, the breath punched out of you in little gasps as you did so. "You've been dreaming of this, haven't you? You think I don't notice you eyeing me up? I can hear you touching yourself over the phone, too. Not as slick as you thought." You gripped his hair and dragged him face-first into your tits, his eager mouth finding a nipple and sucking hard. "But you'll do."
His hands were all over you -- squeezing your ass, your thighs, pulling you flush against him.
"'m so close," he panted against your chest. "So fucking close, Y/N."
"You gonna let me cum first, baby?" He nodded and latched onto your other nipple, eyes squeezed shut as he fucked his cock up into you. "Mmn, yeah you will. If you're a good boy and let me cum first, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Fuck my throat and my tits. Cum all over my face, or inside me, as many times as you want. Bend me over, fuck me from behind." You leaned back and licked your fingers before circling them over your clit, fast and hard. "Be a good boy and this pussy's all yours."
Eddie tried to breath, but it only came out in quick gasps. Your words devolved into moans, his name sprinkled in. They pitched higher, higher, until you were clenching around him, your mouth hanging open and your brows knit together. In the midst of your pleasure, you reached down and squeezed his balls, tugging gently.
"Fuck," you keened, "cum for me, Eddie."
His body responded to your demand, cumming so hard he doubled over, forehead resting on your collarbones as he slowed and stilled in you. When he lifted his head up to gaze at you, your swiped both thumbs beneath his eyes.
"Fix your makeup, you look like a whore," you said without malice.
"I am," he panted. "I'm yours."
You giggled and slipped off of him. "Okay, catch your breath and meet me backstage. We're on in ten. Still nervous?"
He shook his head. Not at all. Eddie felt like he could have taken on the entire world. And he would; if you asked him to.
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The box of cassette tapes was empty by the end of the night. You and Eddie were the last ones in the parking lot; this time, you let him help you with your gear.
"You can crash at my place tonight," you said, "head back to Hawkins in the morning. Or spend the weekend."
"The weekend?" Eddie blinked at you, surprised you'd brought something like that up after just one hook-up.
"If that's what you want. If you want something more casual, maybe find someone else." You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the van. "I won't be offended or anything. I just know what I want, don't think I need to play any games, y'know?"
Eddie smiled and shook his head. "You read my fucking mind. I didn't want to seem desperate or anything but --"
"There's a big difference between being desperate and knowing what you want, Eddie. Maybe you could even take me out on an actual date. Treat me like a lady."
You turned to close the van doors, but Eddie's hands were on your hips before you could do so. His lips grazed your ear.
"And fuck you like a whore?"
"Hmm, you're the whore in this scenario, right?" Eddie nodded. "Deal."
He squeezed your hips. "You said I could do anything to you, right?" You nodded. "Bend over."
"What?"
His hands slid to your button and zipper, undoing them. "Afraid someone's gonna see us?"
"You can't wait until we get back to mine?" When he shook his head, you shimmied your hips to help get your pants and panties down to your knees. "You're gonna pay for this later."
"Worth it," Eddie said, taking his hard cock out of his jeans and slipping it through your folds, still wet from your earlier encounter.
"Are all guys your age this insatiable?" you asked.
"I'll let you know in the morning," he said, and slid into you.
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acircusfullofdemons · 8 months
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Questions: 1,, 4,, 18,, 19,, 20 for the Para Motivation Ask Meme please !! (ෆ ᴗ͈ ω ᴗ͈ ෆ) I’’d like to request Neil and Ozzie,, but you can do the paras you’’ve most recently been daydreaming about if you’’d like !! ( ◉ ω ◉ )
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[ ASK GAME ] || (I'm pretty sure you meant the para relationship ask game lol) Funnily enough Neil & Ozzie WERE the last paras I daydreamed about!! They were doing kinky sex while I was working and uhm I think Neil might be ace?? We'll get back to that at some point. But I'm also gonna do Alice from @fractured-fables since I drew her earlier & also Emory bc there's now a sign at work that looks SO MUCH LIKE HIM it makes me loose my mind.
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1.) What’s their relationship with their parents like? Is there one parent they’re closer too than the other? If your was raised by a different caretaker, what is their relationship like, and how does your para feel about the absence of their parents in their life?
Neil: Technically doesn't have parents as he was treated as an experiment since the minute he was born. However, his father was a scientist at Arcaynis (the organization that's experimenting on people). He willingly subjected his own son to horrific experiments, but thankfully(??) Neil didn't know this. He doesn't really have any parental figures, and kinda wished he did. Maybe he wouldn't be so fucked up if someone held him a little bit as a kid.
Ozzie: His father was very abusive, but thankfully his momma was always ready to defend him. He is a very big momma's boy and yknow, I think they still talk sometimes. He probably sent her some of the money he stole when he was a villain.
Alice: Does not get along with her parents. Well. Its complicated. She loves them, they love her, but they don't really "get" her, if you catch my drift?? Objectively speaking, they're fine parents, just probably not the best for Alice. HOWEVER, Phineas becomes like her second dad/uncle/older brother figure in Wonderland, and those two understand each other SO WELL. Funnily enough, they actually hated each other when they first met! Both for good reasons but nowadays you'd never know. Also did you know some people ship Alice & Hatter romantically??? They are Wrong. So very wrong thats her dad!!!
Emory: His "backstory" gives him parents, but they're also dead and desperately need to be buried bc they're rotting corpses are stinking up the house. He doesn't really consider them his "parents", anyway. Technically, he doesn't have any, and he's perfectly fine with that. Still, Theia likes to call him her son sometimes which is kinda funny so he allows it and humors her by occasionally referring to her as his mother.
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4.) Who was your para’s childhood best friend? When and how did they meet? Are they still friends?
Neil: Dahlia!! She was the daughter of another scientist at Arcaynis, but not an experiment. Neil loved her, she was quite literally the ONLY good thing in his life. Dahlia wasn't supposed to sneak into wherever Neil was being kept, but she was curious. And stubborn, because she kept coming back almost every day! Eventually, she was encouraged to interact with Neil to observe how he reacted to certain stimuli. Unfortunately, he accidentally killed her while he was escaping Arcaynis. He often wonders what it'd be like if she lived — would she be proud? He almost idolizes and romanticizes her/her existence. It's kinda creepy.
Ozzie: Ozzie was a very shy, soft spoken, and introverted kid. He was bullied a lot for being a teachers pet / being smart. It was rough, but Nora Osborn took pity on him and helped Ozzie gain some confidence during high school! I have not introduced her yet (bc I. keep forgetting to) but Nora is Ozzie's wife! Canonically she had roughly 8 minutes of screen time and died but I haven't fully decided on what I wanna do with her in MaaC yet. But she does exist, and Ozzie loves her dearly.
Alice: Her best friends are Dorothy and Wendy!!! They've been bffs for varying years, but all met during early childhood. I think they all just met on the playground one day, yknow how little kids are lol. And yes, they're still friends today! I call them the "iskeai girls" bc they all get transported to other worlds lol.
Emory: OK so technically Emory never had a "childhood", he's an ageless being that sort of just...exists. but uhm I guess we can say Ketrill?? Ketrill was created by Theia so they spent a lot of time together. They're kinda like brothers.
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18.) How important are your para’s various relationships to them? Do they cherish the people closest to them? Does their support system keep them going? How about strangers? What are their feelings about humanity as a whole? Is it easier for them to live those closest to them vs humanity as a whole?
Neil: EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. He has never had friends/family/ANYTHING before escaping Arcaynis, so he'll cling to anything he can stick his claws in. He learns to balance different relationships (as well as the types of relationships) as time goes on with the help of those around him, but by GOD was he, uh, a bit of an obsessive stalker towards practically anyone he met the first few years of living in society. As for humanity? It sucks. Shut that shit down.
Ozzie: Oohh, he's a sappy mother motherfucker that loves his friends and probably believed in the power of friendship when he was younger (he still kinda does sshhh). He has mixed views on humanity but like, he's human too so he doesn't want it totally gone.
Alice: Depends on the person tbh. Earth? Forget them tbh. Wonderland? THAT'S HER FAMILY!!! Yes all of Wonderland is her family now lol that's her HOME. She loves it there and genuinely considers it her home, she'd live there always if given the option. She thinks humanity on earth sucks but Wonderlandians got smth going on trust her on that.
Emory: So looking at it now I think Emory is only close to like, 5 people total. That's it. I don't know if he'd consider them a "friend group" or a "support system" but he does care for them, which is saying something, as he doesn't really get close to people. I don't think he really has an opinion on humanity. Like it exists. That's it. He doesn't really...care??
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19.) How does your para realize they care about someone? Is it instantaneous, or a slow realization? Are they dense, or maybe realize once it’s too late that there was something there?
Neil: He's...a little dense. To everyone else, it's so fucking obviously because he's trailing after the person like a lost puppy and is borderline obsessed with them. But he probably won't realize how much they mean until someone either points it out or he looses that person.
Ozzie: It creeps up on him. He knows he cares about someone, its the level/extent of it that surprises him! Like he thought Neil was just a good ally/coworker until something innocuous happened, like maybe he saw the other sleeping and then BAM! Head over heels in love. Incredible, really.
Alice: I feel like Alice is similar to Ozzie, she knows she cares about those around her, I guess sometimes she just forgets HOW much she cares. Or sometimes its hard to care, with all the shit they've been through/have going on. She tries her best to make sure those she loves feel appreciated, though.
Emory: Imma be honest...he doesn't get "close" to people. He's an Interdimensional Demonic Cat, The Librarian. He records everything, narrates all of it. So getting close to those he is observing...he doesn't like it. He was close to Delilah, and she died. He was a little too involved with False Moon, and they're pretty traumatized. By FF/LIW he's kinda keeping his distance. Anyway! He knows pretty quickly when he genuinely cares about someone and not solely because he wants the "story" to continue. And he will deny it until the end of time, because God forbid a kitty experience love!!
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20.) How does your para expresses their feelings of care/love to others? What’s their love language (giving and receiving!)
Neil: Gift giving!! He gives very weird gifts, though. Honestly he's kinda like a cat bringing its owner dead animals?? Like uh thanks buddy but what am I supposed to do with this exactly. He very much likes receiving physical contact. Hold him. Please.
Ozzie: Quality time!! He likes taking people out to museums and aquariums, those type of places, and seeing what they point out. He also likes receiving quality time. Literally all you gotta do is exist in the same room as him he is so easy to please.
Alice: Acts of service!! She'll get your groceries! She'll paint your roses! She'll die for you! Literally!! She likes receiving words of affirmation. Tell her she's doing good. Please. Don't actually she'll break down and sob.
Emory: Physical contact. I feel like that's a typical/standard cat answer. Yes he does express love like an actual cat would. He likes receiving quality time. Just spend some time in his library, he'll appreciate it a lot.
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baura-bear · 7 months
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MAURA IMPORTANT AS FUCK !!!!!! what do you think david's favorite books are. make this as self indulgent as you want bc then i will also learn what books you like :33 personally i think he loves classic polish books (they help him reconnect with that part of his identity which can be a little hard considering he lives so far away) such as pan tadeusz or kordian and especially wesele (it didn't come out until the 1900s but shhh he would LOVE wesele) and also i think he really loves 20,000 leagues under the sea (i think he just loves the fantastic elements, the way the ocean is described + also captain nemo was originally supposed to be polish and yadda yadda i don't want to dump too much here..) AND little women. because of reasons i think. the march family dynamic is so sweet and also i definitely think david's gay ass would find laurie cute SORRY i got really passionate about this my bad.
Guys, I had and Epic Autism Moment so this will all be under the cut. You have no clue what you've started Dave <3
OMG YES YES YES!!! I LOVE THIS! ok ok ok so i definitely agree with you about the polish literature thing (although i obviously don't know anything about polish literature) I always imagined David to live in an immigrant neighborhood (and of course be an immigrant himself) and I'm sure he has several neighbors who, throughout his youth, lent him and gifted him books.
(going off the rails for a second idc) I think his family is really active in the community (of course they attend shul) Mayer and Esther love talking with the neighbors and having them over for dinner or just tea or something. Esther mends clothes to make a little extra money so she frequently has folks coming to her with that. I also think there's a kosher deli nearby and Mayer is friends with the owner (well the whole Jacobs family is friends with their family) I know that in 92sies it's established that Mayer works in a factory but with the stage version we get a bit more lenience PLUS (this might sound terrible) but like. his injury doesn't look that bad in 92sies (LET ME EXPLAIN) his arm is just in a sling so we can infer his arm is broken (i honestly don't remember if they ever say??) but I feel like he'd be able to a job like he wouldn't be completely indisposed. anyway in the stage version it makes more sense that he has a leg injury and can't walk, hence the inability to work. I imagine he helps do deliveries and like loading stuff off of carts. His injury actually happened out on the street trying to stop a kid from getting hit by a wagon and he did, it was just to his expense. "twisted his leg up real bad" I take that literally like.. it got caught in the wheel and twisted up. and I think the deli owner saw it happen and got him home (along with a few other fellas and a doctor).
ANYWAy the whole reason I say that is just like. I think the Jacobs are a well liked family in the community and everyone always found David endearing and saw his love of reading and writing and wanted to help give him the resources he needed (especially being a polish kid removed from his culture they wanted to help restore that)
I agree that he likes Little Women!! He also enjoyed reading War and Peace (I haven't finished it yet but I just KNOW Davey loves Pierre because little awkward man who's probably autistic). I think he also enjoys Wuthering Heights (which admittedly I haven't read but my friend really loves it and has talked about it so I think he would enjoy it) along with poetry. I think he loves books/stories/poems that are very descriptive and have good imagery because it helps him transport himself and like really be engulfed by the story
He'd read Moby Dick but he despises it. He wanted an epic ocean adventure but half the chapters are just all about whales (like science-y and shit) which,,, would be fine if he'd picked up a textbook about whales. He just wanted more from it and didn't enjoy the ending. WHICH IS WHY he prefers 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea because if he wants to read a good story involving the ocean he's not gonna pick up Moby fucking Dick.
um. yeah.
i had literally never thought about this before but the second that I saw the ask i was typing up a storm. hehe
ALSO LITERALLY STOP APOLOGIZING I LOVE WHEN ANYTHING FROM YOU APPEARS IN MY ASK BOX you could send me a ten page essay and I would read it beginning to end like :DDDDD and enjoy every second
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naturalbornkillass · 2 years
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delayed post from 07/10/22 - A weird week: still depressed // might need to get the “hottest girl in rehab” sweatshirt. // modern feminism // why am i attracted to older men i dont even ducking have daddy issues
The last part happened today but i’ll include it into my evenfully unevenful week
i’ve been ridiculously depressed and irritable this week. i havent touched my prescripted medicine and i probably should. i’m in no way getting better.
During the 4th of july, i got into a hugeeee argument with my dad and i ended up staying home and playing roblox w my friends. it was kinda fun, then it all hit me. I’m at home during the 4th of july, doing absolutely nothing. I was bored and depressed. I HAD NOTHING TO DO!! So I ordered some food from grubhub and it made me feel better for a little bit. Then it hit me again. I'm getting fomo. How can i celebrate the 4th. of july? and listen I’m not the most patriotic citizen, and to be honest, i’m not big on independence day. although I am big on the celebrations itself, whether or not i really give a fuck about the reason of the celebration .
i decided to try lsd for the first time, and it was def the most sensational type of high i’ve ever experienced. especially bc it was laced with some other strong ass shit, which i didn't really know until i got tested positive for other stuff. I didn't rly mind tho, i had a good time regardless. My therapist was not happy ofc, so they actually told me that they may have to send me to a 30 day rehabilitation program if things don’t improve within the next week. It’s either that, or I have to stay at a psych ward for 7 days minimum, which isnt as bad, given that it’s so easy to trick them into thinking that you’re doing well within the span of a week. But either way, i’ll be stripped away from any sort of communication with all of you. unless i can memorize all of your number. not tryna do all that.
I'm against it, obviously. I’m functioning! I should be fine.
The reason why i’m not making such a big deal out of this is bc I’m not being too irresponsible with everything. Honestly i really do believe that they’re just trying to profit off of me. No one really knows what to do in those places. None of the staff members really know what they were getting themselves into. If you’re there for the money, why cant you at least try to put some effort on the shit tht you were supposed to do?
if i do end up in one in the future, best believe i’m pulling up in the corniest fit ever
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but fr tho i actually have to start putting some effort because i’m not trying to go to some goddamn facility. I have many plans for this summer and living in a place w a bunch of druggiez isnt my thing. if all fails, i hope to be grouped with cool people.
i met someone on roblox, which i’ve spent a few hours with….at night. it was fun okay, and im not for edating, but this is entertaining for me. i wonder how many ppl he’s groomed online. better yet, i wonder how many people get groomed on roblox??? He’s 21 btw i forgot to mention, and yeah he does sound like it. Thats all i can say tho.
The thing is, you’ll never know if your the groomer or the groomee. Edating is so funny to me despite the times that i’ve attempted to do so. I got out of that phase towards the beginning(-ish?) of 9th grade. After that, I’ve just started fishing for some creepy pedos online and i tried to see if i can get money off of them. I found many, but they all wanted my fucking face to be in pictures/videos and they wanted to be able to hear my voice and such, like how desperate can you be? Theyre all really fucking pathetic and it just pissed me off seeing people live like that. Discord users are really something else……..
just dont edate. It's that easy.
One thing that I have noticed is that I kinda have a problem with older men. Why am I writing about this online rather than telling a professional about this? Idk but I just felt like it needs to be talked about. No, I don't have daddy issues, which proves that it's only a common stereotype. Women have such a great amount of power, simply just by existing. Next thing you know, you've hypnotized them into throwing their cash onto you.
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just-a-glittery-fan · 2 years
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This won't be coherent but i will try anyway. I used to love pages that showed animal rescues and cute things like pets finding their forever homes, but slowly these seemingly wholesome pages are becoming awful bc of people who cannot offer humans a slice of the compassion they show animals.
I'll explain: I was already used to the awful but somewhat frequent types that go "omg u monster how could you let your furbabies go after they get attached to u😡" at people who foster, but turns out that's just the tip of the iceberg.
Every time a big page shows an international rescue - especially at a developing country! - there's an overwhelming amount of comments like "omg could be so heartless to see a baby like this and not help?" "I dont care, anyone that passed by and ignored this puppy is evil" "how could this baby go so long in the streets and no one tried to save him before ???? monsters!" and istg these are not hyperbolic remarks, people do say shit like this. You NEED to understand that some places have an overwhelming overcrowd of strays, and many people you see on these vids are TRAINED to do the rescues, they have the finances and the contacts to make this work. If I tried to take home every single stray that I passed by with matted fur, some kind of limp or an apparent skin condition I would simply not have enough room in my house! And you can absolutely forget having enough money to buy food and cover vet expenses, it would be IMPOSSIBLE. And I'm already more priviledged than a lot of people in my country. So yeah, Karen from the nice little polished neighbourhood, judging an human being's worth for their capacity to provide for random animals they see on the streets is both illogical and extremely classisist.
Even when it's not an international rescue... the other day, the video was: kid feeds and hides stray dog parents won't let him adopt. The comment section? Entirely made of people harrassing the parents, calling them evil, monsters and even accusing them of being abusive towards the son (yes, not giving your kid a pet is abuse now?). Thank GOD their identities weren't in the video, or I'm sure they'd get death threats. What is funny here is that im sure if you were to ask those people "Do you think that getting a pet, especially one that lives for over a decade, is a big commitment that should be thought over carefully?" they'd say yes, of course. And yet they attack a person for deciding not to adopt a dog... for reasons they don't even know! Maybe that couple can't afford that in the long run. Maybe they already have a pet that doesn't do well with other pets. Maybe someone has an alergy. Maybe they know the kid is the type to get bored easily and the parents don't have the time to take care of a pet on their own. Hey, maybe they just don't like dogs! And if you don't like an animal, that's fine, but you should never have one of those, then! None of these make them evil or animal abusers!
And oh boy. OH BOY. What is really making me write this shit. You would not BELIEVE what people have to say about refugees who weren't able to take their pets with them while fleeing LITERAL WAR🙃
I think part of this comes from this idea that seems to get more and more traction that "all animals are exact equals to humans in every possible way and they deserve the exact same rights" that somehow ends up being translated as "but we as humans are not doing that, which means we're bad and evil as a group so it's okay if some of us suffer (except me, of course!), as long as animals never do". When actually the most productive message for BOTH us and animals is "other animals are not equal to humans and that's okay. they're not always gonna get treated as a human would, because they're not humans, but that doesnt mean they shouldn't get protection from cruelty and their own sets of 'rights' that stop them from suffering excessively".
Honestly how you treat animals is not the only parameter of being a good person (of course- if you're an animal abuser that's a big ass indication that you absolutely SUCK, but loving animals does not automatically makes you a kind and fair human being, unlike what some people seem to think). Going online to say with your whole chest that people that sometimes have to leave even their families behind in a literal life or death situation, are "monsters", "evil" or "going to hell" for being unable to come back for their pets OR insinuating the only moral thing to do would be stay there and wait for death to come for both them and their pets instead of of trying to save themselves..... it does not makes you rightous. It simply makes you an asshole in a different way than someone who runs a dog fight ring or buys into illegal exotic animals traffic.
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dannidiary · 23 days
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3/5/24
I was gonna try for daily but looks like this might be a weekly thing instead which is fine.
Started the week with a lot of anxiety and making sure we're both on the same page relationship wise. That we're both going to put in our all. But already after 7 days it feels like we're fading again. I'm trying to evaluate if it's me.
I definitely feel a little more depressed lately. Feeling the hopelessness of our lives creeping in. The fact I don't really like my job and it's so hard to find something else. Especially because I'm the high income of the two of us. I want so badly for him to find something else so I don't have to carry the heavier load. He doesn't have to be my income but just like more than 20 bucks an hour would be great. He'll work on his resume for like 2 days and then stop for MONTHS. And I do try to be understanding, shits been rough. But some of it can be solved or at least lessened by getting that resume out there for his career. If he can get hired at his dream career and make better money then yes he can afford a better car. Yes we can afford to move out of the hood (found out we just had another shooting last week).
It's day two of me not taking bc to entice us to take a break and heal the sex life parts we got going on. We have our first appointment with the couples counselor on the 14th and I hope it helps us. I'm hoping to restart bc before our anniversary but also know that two months isn't very long.
I'm torn about venting about the husband. Mostly because there's nothing I can do. I can't force him to work on the resume and I can't force him to look at cars or sell his. It just gets frustrating when you know what steps need to be taken and he's dragging his feet.
Like the car stuff. I told him if he wants to get a better price for his car he needs to sell it himself.
Now two weeks later he came to the conclusion himself and NOW he's doing it. It makes me feel very ignored. Like he has to have the idea for it to be valid.
I'm trying to remind myself every day that people don't work at the same pace I do. But god damn is it irritating to watch him drag his feet on this stuff.
He also can't tell his friends no. Like ever. He didn't want to play helldivers and told John he couldn't afford it but then John buys it for him anyway and now he's guilted into playing. Yet gets frustrated playing with him. I asked if it was possible we go to bed together at like 9 30 yesterday because it had been a rough day and we were both super tired. He stayed up playing after he told me yes. Then when he finally does come to bed he sits and complains about playing.
Today we're going to his friends house for some table top games and it's all the way in west point and I very much don't want to go now. I just want to sit and cry because I'm already feeling neglected.
If this is his all then it's not going to be enough.
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basicvoltronblog · 2 years
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u can ignore this if u like, i just put it here to record that it happened
my family is actually super manipulative and i don't know how to deal with it. my mom is trying so hard to find out what my contracts are paying out or what my new meds are. and it's in a roundabout way and I haven't told her everything. but like, it's really rough. I don't know my way around it, she just got a dollar amount out of me for something that I said I didn't want to talk about yet (bc I hadn't processed) by complaining about why I don't trust her. idk like i fell for it. I feel like dirty though and incapable of protecting myself. I moved out to protect myself. I try not to ask for help because it ruins our relationship, later down the line, when they bring it up to mock me.
And like if I can't protect myself from some of my families worst instincts I'm going to ruin our relationship. they can't actually do better by themselves. they've made progress to break the cycle of abuse but just the other day my dad tried to reassure me that 95% of the time that physical discipline (abuse) happens to a kid it's fine but that the 5% where it's not -- nullifies it. Which is progress -- to him. They weren't so bad with me but my dad's mother held his head under the bathtub when she got angry at him. She was also a good woman. My mom has 100% hit me and her whole facade falls away and she starts sneering (but never where white people can see) and telling me 'well that time you deserved it'.
But they're in family therapy saying im over-sensitive and reading into things. If i bring up to that white therapist that they hit me and my sister (who doesn't care and thinks it's okay and has also hit me) they're going to get angry that i broke the illusion they were performing for this white guy.
I didn't want her to know about my money and now she knows about my money. She 'won't do anything with it' but the point is she knows it now. just like she knew my internet history, and my gps location and my schedule and told lies to the mothers of my friends. The point is that she holds secrets that she isn't supposed to know in a state of pre-ordained benevolence but the first wrong step she'll weaponize it. The point is that I think that she withdraws offers for help, even in attitude, after I accept because she prefers for me to not have a car (my whole family has expressed this) because I can't be trusted to live on my own and pay rent
I don't want to talk about this or negotiate this. I need people to stop guilting me when i say no. She got another piece of private information out of me and I feel dirty.
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stillfruit · 6 years
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work complaints
#so i do agency work right which means i reserve each individual work shift individually from a number of grocery stores that offer shifts#i could work at a lot of different places but basically i just work at this one place bc i like it and i know who the regulars ar by now etc#so somewhere around this year they put me in this special list that the stores can have where the shifts are offered first#to those on the list and there was one person besides me on that list i think#this made my life a lot easier bc the shifts go v fast as in if you don't reserve it immediately it's gone and you don't have work#which was fine by me really bc i don't need money to live yet i'm just saving up#at first i thought this kind of work would be ok for me since i don't really have to try and be super good employee bc i'm not a regular#i was like i'm totally ok just sitting on the register getting paid doing the minimum#but what do u kno ofc things can't stay like that bc that's not who i am as a person ofc i have to do everything as well as i can#even tho it benefits me monetarily and otherwise fuck all bc as i said i'm not a regular anywhere and i can get work regardless#so now the store has removed me from their special list and even tho that should be fine bc there's no reason for me to be committed#i'm stressed the fuk out bc what did i do!!!!!!! i know for a fact i have done nothing wrong and the regulars always say i do good job#and they say i'm glad i'm there when i got shifts bc i know how things work in the store by now so i can work more independently#but i'm literaally always uncertain abt everything i have no idea if i'm doing ok or not bc i've learnt everything by myself while working#in the milk aisle and stocking shelves etc#no one has ever taught me anything besides the work as a cashier a little so idk if i'm by now someone who can be called 'experienced'#there was another person who did a huge error with her register that affected me too and that might've made the emplyers think it was me#i can think of nothing else but if it's that i'm p pissed bc it was literally not my fault and i did nothing wrong#anyway the easy way to solve this would be to ask but there's no way in hell i'll talk to the boss and idt the regulars know#so i'm left with this uncertainty and i hate it bc i shouldn't be so hung up on this shit happens maybe they deleted the whole list#but honestly i doubt it#anyway i love how my fear of failure and disappointment make my life not worth living bc even simple things become impossibilities!!#i have a shift on thursday i'll try to ask someone but yea#i'm so overdramatic abt this hfdhfhshhf wow i was demoted a little like over a week ago and it still bothers me like this#like i'm genuinely considering applying somewhere else altogether but then again i could never write an application bc i dont know my skills#watch me be suddenly over this on thursday or be too shy to ask#shit talking
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mywritingonlyfans · 3 years
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One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty
prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut
warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader
(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)
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Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.
Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.
You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.
Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.
It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.
“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.
By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.
He looked tired, yet deadly cute.
He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.
“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.
“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”
He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.
He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”
“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.
His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.
“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”
Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.
Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.
You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.
He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.
You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”
“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.
“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.
It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.
Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.
“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.
You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”
“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”
He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.
“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”
There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”
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Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.
“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.
“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.
You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.
“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.
He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.
“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”
He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.
You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.
“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.
He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.
Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.
Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.
“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.��� He rested his elbows on his knees.
His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.
You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.
He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.
Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.
He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.
That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.
You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.
“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?
“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.
He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.
You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.
Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.
He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”
“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.
He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.
“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”
With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.
You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.
His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.
You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.
You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.
“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.
He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.
“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.
He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.
“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”
He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.
“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.
You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.
“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.
He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.
“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.
“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.
Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.
He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.
As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.
Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.
The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.
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You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.
Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.
“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.
He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.
“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”
“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”
“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.
However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.
He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”
You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.
“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.
“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.
“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.
“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”
He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.
“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.
He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.
“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.
“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”
“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”
“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.
He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”
You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.
“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”
“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”
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hey honeyy! i just wanted to rant for a hot minute simply bc idk how to handle this situation; i'm 20, and will move out soon to go to uni (in october, presumably) and my parents will pay for rent and food, which is v nice of them. but despite their reassurances that they'll pay for it, they are so passive aggressive, especially my mom. she just straight up told me today that "enough is enough" and basically said i need to move out asap bc i'm such a burden on them financially + i'm so spoiled and dumb and don't know how to real world works and she does (which ugh,, not to brag but they're loaded and i feel so heartbroken bc as a child they would spoil us rotten), but now she just wants to kick me out. i know at 20, i'm long overdue for moving out — and i will, soon, in like 2 months — yet my mom acts as if she couldn't wait for me to leave (which, okay, fair. same tbh) but idk what she wants me to do about it rn?? like i'm looking for jobs & am in the process of applying to different jobs, but that's somehow a time consuming process. it's just v stressful bc i feel betrayed, bc they always told me i should focus on school instead of getting a job, and it's my fault for not thinking for myself, but now i have no money saved up and i'll probably work a minimum wage job for the rest of the year every month (and the next years, like my whole uni time which is a-okay, it just stresses me out a bit). i think you're younger than me, so maybe this is very out of line for me to complain to you about?? feel free to just delete this ask, but i wanted to ask if you have any advice on how to deal with "loveless" parents and a dysfunctional family, where respect is requested but you as 'their child' are not brought the same respect bc you're 20 and still living at home. it's sooo funny bc i'm so gullible; my mom used to tell me the exact opposite for years — ‘no, it's fine that you're still living at home with 19’ and now she holds it against me bc she moved out at 17. my dad is also v mentally unstable, he has anger issues and never sees that he behaved wrongly, basically gaslighting me into believing it's all my fault for everything's that happening to me when something goes wrong. idk how to deal w/ this, everyone in this household is toxic and i feel trapped, despite my plans to hustle on the side and earn my own money. i'm stupid for feeling betrayed, but that's how it feels like. i think my mom stopped loving me a long time ago, like until i was 11 she loved me, but then i grew up and developed my own opinions, character etc. i just hate her so much. same with my dad. i hate relying on them for rent though and idk what to do (😭ik, this is a very, very privileged standpoint but idk how to handle all this hate; it's been getting worse these past weeks) — sorry for the lang rant!! 😭✋ hope your life is going great, though <3 -💌
hiii 💌-anon!!! im happy to hear from you :) i’m sorry to hear you are having a hard time 🥺 i'm sending you a virtual hug. i hope it cheers you up! <3
it makes me sad to read that you think that you're long overdue for moving out because you really aren't!! where i live, a lot of people are living at home until they graduate from university (possibly because it is very expensive to live where i live and no 20 year old is able to afford it🥴) but anyways, i actually don't think you're long overdue for moving out. i know that there a bunch of YouTube videos titled "MOVING INTO MY DREAM APARTMENT AT 19!" and yes, it's such a milestone but it's also so unrealistic. YouTube and being an "influencer" in general, pays really really well. not a lot of people are able to do what is "normal" to them. you are right on track! don't worry :)
reading about your parents really made me upset because you don't deserve to be talked to like that at all. a good parent takes care of their kid because they love them. they don't guilt trip them and tell them that they are a financial burden or that they're excited for them to move out. like your mom offers to pay for your rent and food but then tells you that you're a financial burden ?? like ma'am, where is the logic in that 😐 i'm sorry that she makes you feel unloved,, you don't deserve that at all :( i hate that you feel like once you developed your own opinions and character, she started to dislike you. that's what makes you wonderful!! you're a beautiful person, inside and out. don't let her opinions and actions tell you otherwise.
as for not knowing how the real world works, literally same. to be completely honest, i'm probably worse than you 😭 . i think i wrote this in one of my posts about my insecurities but basically i wrote that i don't know anything beyond school. i feel like i've been working so hard on being the "perfect student" that i'm so book smart but when it comes to very basic life skills, i feel like i'm lacking. i feel like i'm unprepared. whenever i tell this to my mom, she tells me that it's okay and that it's her job to take care of me and provide for me. one time she said "you have a whole life ahead of you to learn about taxes and cleaning and bills and finances and cooking. just enjoy the time right now. enjoy your life where it is. you're going to learn all of these skills eventually. the best way to learn them is just to experience life and make mistakes." so listen to my mom and try not to worry!! no one is born knowing how the real world works. you're going to be okay!
i think when it comes to dealing with loveless parents, you make up for it through your other relationships. one of my friends doesn't have the best relationship with her parents and whenever i ask her about it she says, "it's sad that i don't have the love that most people get from their parents but i get so much love from you, my other friends, my boyfriend, my cousins, etc. i know that there are people who care for me. these people are my family." maybe you and your family just need time apart. maybe your absence will make them realize that they didn't really treat you all that well. or maybe you'll realize that you deserve a lot better and that you don't want to be in contact with people who make you feel badly about yourself. time apart will give you time to come to terms with what you need! 🤍 if i were you, i'd get really excited for moving out in october because you're going to be removing yourself from this environment. you won't have to deal with feeling like a burden or dealing with your parents being cold towards you. you're moving out!! this is exciting!!! i'm excited for you!! everything will align and fall perfectly into place, i just know it.
i'll be by your side every step of the way - packing, moving out, moving in, unpacking, and we'll experience the harsh reality of the real world together :) i'm right by your side 🥺🌟🍯🤍
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madch madch <3 hello love!
how are you my love :D YAY I'M SO HAPPY YOUR COLD IS GONE OMG!! Do you feel properly better now? the sleep nose cloggs is the worst, i'm super glad it's gone for you.
YES for a whole month - like it makes me miss summer holidays when i was a kid and you could take the time off like that. do you ever feel like you didn't appreciate that stuff like when you were a kid? like being able to have long sleeps and stuff or just running about the mall with no consequence? we really do have the same situation going on! i just want to be able to buy my mum a better house and a better car and nicer holidays and stuff? like that small stuff which sounds a bit boring but like, idk that means more to me than the overly flashy stuff? like i'd love to be a mum one day but seeing how much my mum does sometimes i'm like... IDK if I could hack it you know?
ah wow ok! my school i really get what you say about catholic guilt as it's super similar from my cultural influences as well? YES like, it's bad to think too well of yourself, or just that you shouldn't do it? or you're gonna end up inviting bad things if you do think too much of yourself? i get really confused about it sometimes. like - almost like there's a difference between self love and thinking too well of yourself? and i can appreciate myself without ever thinking i'm too good at something etc? does that make sense? idk i'm worried about self love it if means it makes my ego bad and over arrogant and all that stuff? I GET YOU tho - it is that line between contentment and like feeling yourself to the point it's ... ick? it's hard isn't it?
THAT FACT STEALING TOILET PAPER WAS YOU USING BAD LANGUAGE omg do you see what i mean you are just so so so so pure of heart and sweet and thank you for being so kind <3 are you looking forward to going back to uni in some ways? or is it all general *internal screaming*? remember you're mega and amazing <3
omg we literally had a HUGE HEARTWAVE to the point where I have so many bites everywhere - i'm glad you've had a bunch of sun but YAY TINY TINY SQUAD!!!!!!! I AM 5'1" so yay to us being tiny together <3 I am always the tiny one too! i used to hate it but i like my height more now - and like the fact i can fit into kids stuff on sale? or like shoe sizes not being a problem? but then sometimes the sizing is a bit weird like you said before! YOU GET IT WITH THE BF JEANS. It is a neverending quest RN. I've figured out the size I can really get for them but so few stores make it :/ we will see how this saga unfolds. do you lampshade a lot with clothes? i find i always end up doing that even if i don't mean to haha XD
OKAY SO JO MALONE I like the smell of pomegrante noir but IDK if I'd wear it but the lime and basil is another fave of mine. I just really really don't like musky smells I'm with you with the citrus! like, stuff that reminds me of summer and fresh stuff? musk makes me feel like i'm walking into like a noughties teen clothing store i just can't hasjdakshd. like i hate lynx smells? WHY DO BOYS WEAR IT?
AHHHH OMG ok mutual blue moon love YES HELLO <3 <3 <3 I ADORE lofi jazz garage I honestly die/simp for that sound. like they dabbled a bit more with those vibes in OOAK and that's why I loved the new album so much I guess? just so so so beautiful. i just wanna drown in like the sounds of moonlight and suggestions of other things by candlelight or long city drives? does that make sense? ugh LOVE IT. getting up in my feels here hahahajsdkhasda
YAY HI TO YOUR MOM <3 I hope she's having a beautiful beautiful day too and that's getting rest as well! never worry about getting back to me late, I know you're so busy and that's always okay, love you lots and lots <3 <3 <3
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MY BEST PAL <33 hello my sweet, how have u been doing these days? i know i must sound like a record on repeat, but i miss you all the days that i don't hear from you, i'm always thinking about how you are doing ;____;
but YES after like ,,,,,,2 and a half weeks of being sick with the cold i am FINALLY over it :') it's not so much the stuffy nose during the daytime that annoys me it was the freaking clogged nose at night for the love of GOD i hate breathing with my mouth open it's so gross ;___; and sore throats ......... honestly i wouldn't wish a sore throat on my worst enemy lol like i'd rather have the flu for 2 days than a sore throat for a whole week ldkfjsdkf i'm such a baby <3
about being on holiday as a kid LOL IT WAS !!!!! the absolute best time !!! i know at some point we need to be functioning human beings in society lol but honestly at the age of like 13 where ur too young to work but u can't drive yourself anywhere ?? it's the best time (besides the driving part lol) bc you literally do not have one ounce of responsibility it's so great ;____; it's good to work and help ppl but i miss that too ....... and about our experiences with our single moms !!! pls this is all i want for her lol ; like u said nothing overly flashy but once i'm established i would like for her to live comfortably without being at the hands of someone else so i wouldn't mind like buying her a nice apartment ;____; when she was younger she traveled all the time and once i was born she coudn't do that with me bc she simply didn't have the money so she's always telling me after i graduate we should take a little trip to europe or go out west :( i think that would be so great :(((
OH GOOD OLD CATHOLIC GUILT LOL listen ..... there are a lot of things that the catholic church has done in the past that i don't agree with at all and stuff but ;____; i'm still grateful in some aspects bc my moral compass is like . a super big part of my life and it guides me to lead me away from decisions that aren't the best for me lol and i'm really grateful again for my mom for sending me to catholic school all these years :') and i think it's good to have this sense of humbleness (i hate ppl that are so boastful about themselves like truly no one cares sdjfslkf) but i do agree that catholic guilt can sometimes be a hinderance like i keep on saying i wish i had at least one ounce of self dignity SDLKFJ idk like u said it's a fine line between being humble and having no self worth :') i guess at the end of the day u need ppl surrounding u who make u feel like u are worth something and that it's okay to think positively about urself <3
honestly babe no ,,,,,, i'm not looking forward to going back to my final year of uni at all ;____; i don't know when i got like this but nursing school has literally scarred me to the point where i'm so anxious to even finish this year :( the ICU, my preceptorship, exams, finding and landing a job successfully before i graduate ???? i want it to all be over with so quickly but i'm so nervous for the future ahead of me ;____; will i get to where i am meant to be ???? i'm going to sOB IM NOT READY FSKDJFDS .............................
YAY TINY SQUAD LOL SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS !!!!!!! everyone on here is like boo hoo i'm 5'3 and im like ?????? ur inching near normal height shut up ?? SDKFJ :') truly shopping is so hard literally u can kill pants every fitting u perfectly unless u hem them and omg ??? pls explain to me what lampshading is LOL I HAVE NEVER HEARD THAT TERM BEFORE ?? :o !!!!!!!!! but also yes almost all of my sneakers are kids shoes LOL JOKES ON TALL PPL WE CAN GET THEM FOR CHEAPER <3
and about jo malone !!!!!!!!!!! the lime and basil one i've had my eye on it omg !!!!!!! bc i love love the smell of basil :) i'm actually visiting my grandparents this weekend and we are going to the mall so i'm going to finally pick up a new scent !!! i've literally had the one i told u about for 2 years LOL but i also agree everyone loves musky scents for some reason but i don't lsdkfjs i feel like those heavy scents "weigh me down" ????? do u feel that way too? it's hard to explain :')
ALSO OMG OKAY you are my blue moon ride or die now <3 have never met a mbb yet who loves blue moon as much as i do LOL it's just *mwah* perfection ........... absolute perfection like it fits all moods its fresh its lowkey it's perfect and YES YES i felt heaven kinda had the same vibe ??? not so much the dark garage jazz sound but more of the light and airy garage jazz sound LKDFJS i know that sounds dumb but it's lighter and happier but has that same lofi sound i'm obsessed with <3
okay bubbie but YEAH mom and i are healthy now we are in good spirits and we are hanging in there !! again i'm sorry for getting back so late hun really i always want to respond right away but like i always say quality over any short answer hhhh <3 i hope u have a lovely rest of the week if i don't hear from u soon okay? always sending love and hugs xxxxxxxxx !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
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howtobeaconartist · 7 years
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Hi guys! I hope I'm not being annoying - I know you guys don't like giving tax advice bc people should hire a professional but I tried doing that last year by going to HR block (just for my full time day job) and it was $$$. Would a service like turbotax have the means to cater to convention selling needs? Is that what you guys use or do you have a tax professional that you guys go to?
Nattosoup: I use TurboTax for my taxes, and it’s really not suitable for convention sales.  There’s a quarterly self employed option that costs extra, and I haven’t yet explored that because I really don’t make enough to file quarterly, so if anyone has any experience with Turbo Tax’s self employed option, please chime in!
Kiriska: Please note that the following is simply what I do, and I make no promises for whether it's the right way to do things or not.
For federal income tax (not sales tax, not state income tax), I used to use TurboTax and currently use TaxAct to file. They're honestly very similar, and the only reason I switched was because TurboTax raised their prices by a lot one year?
I think both sites are fine for filing and are versatile enough to account for convention incomes, which can just be filed as miscellaneous income (1099-MISC). In addition to your regular W2 or whatever, you can set up a business on TurboTax/TaxAct, which allows you to separately account for income and expenses related to the business, and then set the difference (if positive) to be misc income. Note that setting up a business through your taxes like this is different from any licensing you do with the fed or your state.
I am 100% self-employed, which means I don't have any employer withholding tax for me, which means it's beneficial for me to pay quarterly. When I used TurboTax, each year that I filed, I would also print out vouchers for quarterly payments for the next year, then mail out checks to the IRS myself. Now with TaxAct, I just have it set to transfer money from my bank to the IRS for quarterly payments, so I don't have to worry about it. I don't think TaxAct charges extra for this, or if they did, it was a small amount. If you have an employer, you probably don't need to worry about this at all. 
For sales tax, I file individually with each state by whatever online filing system they have. I have never lived in a state with a state income tax, so I don't have any experience with that.
On a closing note, I hear about relatively cheap options for a CPA every year -- like under $100? I've never really looked into it since filing myself has worked out okay so far, but I do think there are cheapish options out there for hiring a professional. :O
Good luck!
Further reading: #income tax, #taxes
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dubblebubbletea · 4 years
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sadly watches the bid time run out on a cute top I like even though it’s on sale and exactly my style because i’m trying to buy a house
#i still cant drive yet but like#i'm disabled so i need access to passive revenue also im in a bad area w a lot of crime....#i'm looking at duplex/triplex/etc rn so i can rent#i feel really weird about renting because housing is a human right and i dont think u can rlly be an ethical landlord by nature#it's a case by case basis i guess we've always worked with people who need it we dont evict unless someone is actively negligent#like if someone is tearing up the house and stealing and stuff they have to go but when folks are on hard times....#they can stay for months without paying we'll buy their groceries we'll drive em to the doctor#i would like to continue that but i'm worried i wont have the money to do that so i wont have a choice#i'm looking at places rn that have individual meters bc the biggest problem weve had w roommates is not paying their bills#but bc we were on the same bill (and only our name on the bill) they would do things that add up like using a personal heater+central heat#and leave lights on. or most frustrating turn up the thermostat and then open the doors and windows to cool off??#which led to pests AND a high electric bill#anyway it's fine if someone lives that way but not when we're paying the bill for it and then we get into trouble#bc they run up the bill AND don't pay or whatever#so anyway i'm looking at places that ppl will be footing their own bill and then that will enable me to help them when necessary#morally dubious but trying to be the least dubious as possible#.txt
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fluffi · 3 years
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so should i reply in tiny font or just regular font?
hybe should do better in spreading out the comebacks of the groups under them :/ they're already at a huge advantage, might as well use it strategically. AHA streaming mvs is so convenient for a multi. the filler vids i could use in between could be mvs from the other groups that i stan. also you know what, i still haven't watched a single final performance bc im waiting for a friend to watch with me :D
i have a chinese movie recommendation in case you want something to cry over. i still love its ost and it's been months since i watched it. i'm not sure if you watched it already but more than blue. i've never cried over a movie as much as i cried for that one. the angst *chef's kiss*. i'd do anything to wipe my memory of it and watch it again for the first time.
also sungchan is mc-ing in inkigayo every sunday! and honestly, what the hell is nct hollywood :D but a part of me thinks it's just going to be a bunch of asians living in america like johnny that'll be a part of it. just a hunch tho. imagine having all 4 units coming back in a year with like 1 unit per quarter of the year. i'm not sure if sm even has the money to do this, especially when they filed bankruptcy recently.
and i've seen a lot of twitter memes saying taro's ghosted stans T_T alexa play ghosting by txt T_T sm come on give him smth to do, you're wasting talent.
the mall didn't burn down entirely (like from the outside it looked fine). the ventilation system caught fire so it was more internal—ceilings and all that. covered things with soot(?) and ashes so the entire mall was closed for nearly 2 years. and hey, i've experienced a school fire too back when i was younger. i, too, thought it was nothing but a fire drill until i saw the charred remains of the buildings behind our school : D thankfully, no one died.
the new nct track is for a samsung commercial AHAHA it's funny because nearly everyone uses apple TT_TT and the mv screams neo culture tech tho (well as it should lmao). yes, i was talking about that part in hot sauce but yes, it grew on me too.
ateez really know how to do a performance. they put the standard so high for me when it came to performing. their facial expressions and overall stage presence just impresses me. it's been a while since i've seen idols draw me to them by those standards.
ah, the long stan list! good luck in getting through it and i hope you do have fun as you go :] (also you can check out aurora by ateez and whiplash by tbz. the songs popped up in my head as i was typing this reply, you might like them)
ohhhh, what was the pd48 scandal? i don't watch survival shows so i don't know any of the stuff going on. would you care to elaborate? about their disbandment :(( i hope you're okay now tho! are the other girls still debuting in new groups? anyone eyeing an acting career instead of being an idol?
YES, A PATTERN IN THE BIASES (if you count an analysis of two ppl as a pattern, that is.) because it's the same pattern i have for my biaswreckers :D jake & seungmin, not only do they have the same animal to represent them, they have the same 'golden retriever' type of personality that just makes you go all soft. ygwim ;n; i wish i could elaborate but both boys just devastate me in the same level and my friends pointed out that they were quite similar in some aspects.
jaemin used to send really long bbl messages :< like if there was anything he loved most it was nctzens and it was obv in his messages. speaking of dream, album repackage news today! idk what to feel bc my hot sauce albums haven't even arrived yet :D + i'm dead br0ke.
how do you even manage to read 30k TT__TT i cant handle long fics bc of my attention span :D also, yes, i found the user now, i'll check if i'll like their works soon. <33
YES YOU SHOULDVE BEEN THERE T_T what a day that was. i think seungmin is still sweet and active in bbl. not a single cent goes to waste with him. also i think i'll post the drabble some time this month.
and oml seungmin vs jake :o let's see how that goes O.O XDD
clickity-clackity AHAH do you have a mechanical keyboard? :c i wanted one too but i haven't got around to saving up for one. but yes indeed, typing asmr v relaxing \m/
sunny hyuck day, fullsun sunday, fullsunday T_T feels were very strong that day. i kept seeing edits on my twt tl and i would just s o b : D i've only stanned nct for a year but i've seen him grow so much i just wanted to crie i love him sm :') yk my mom didn't cook spaghetti for my birthday, but she cooked for hyuck's? : D
and i checked ur recs blog and indeed, full of nct T_T
also have i mentioned that your desktop thing amuses me so much HAHAH i got confused for a sec if i had twt opened or tumblr. plus, i've been wanting to mention that i noticed that our mobile themes are opposites. black and red, white and blue. it's cute XDD <3
help, people have been telling me that our asks are long but i highkey love it. i added a ‘keep reading’ for the mobile users though, sorry in advance hh.
honestly, both works. tiny font saves space but regular font does more justice for my poor eyes haha. its your call!
hybe comebacks :( yeah enhypen got lucky because they came back right before cb season so they got three wins (yay)! on the bright side, txt just got their first win and bts has six wins, so it all works out i guess. omg yes, the streaming thing is perfect. i stan like 20 groups so i have a never-ending cycle of filler mvs and its always so helpful. ooh for the final performances - you wont regret watching any of them! literally wild, kingdom's budget and talent are wild.
ooh, I don't watch any cdramas lmao. i want to but i can barely finish kdramas. if its a movie ill watch it! ive never heard of more than blue but ill check it out <3 where can i watch it?
yes yes i have just realized that sungchan is yujin's co-mc! i watched their special stage (which is literally adorable) and was today years old when i realized that the dude is sungchan pls. nct hollywood was so unexpected and i still have mixed feelings about it now. LMAO JUST ASIANS LIVING IN AMERICA...help. that would be interesting (?) but the concept reminds me of those horrendous awesomeness tv shows. lets hope sm pulls this off well and proves me wrong. lmao all 4 units coming back would probably happen, but i hope none of them get overworked :( i constantly feel like mork lee has four clones :'( also...sm filed bankcruptcy??? dang, what happened?
ugh omg yeah shotaros talent is seriously being wasted in the basement right now. as for fires, scary T-T i wasnt that fazed by them until the australia wildfires happened, and i learned about the consequences of fire and got really scared. its good that the entire mall didnt burn down though! although its weird that no one is opening it :( schools really need to tell us the difference between drills though, it might be dangerous for those rebellious kids.
yeah i just realized that the nct track is an endorsement which partly explains why i cant listen to it. the mv's visuals are stunning!! the set and people are so gorgeous aa i cant
oh yeah im not an atiny but i have acknowledged since 2020 that they have one of the best, if not the best stage presence and expressions on stage for 4th gen. i think their only worthy competitor would be stray kids actually. theyre truly one of a kind and all of them are cute especially that yeosang guy. i will definitely check out your song recommendations though!
oof the pd48 scandal is extremely complicated. to condense it in a few statements: all of the girls' rankings have been rigged since the very beginning and it was rumored that they already had their end group before the show even started. it was like this for pf48 and pdx101 (group x1) which was why x1 disbanded within a month of debuting, and izone were on hiatus for like 4 months. im not the best at explaining stuff like this haha, but i think you get it. you can check out yt or search up 'pd48 scandal', a ton of articles and videos. as for new groups, nothing has been made clear yet. theyve only made instagram handles for now and appeared on variety shows haha. as for acting career, hyewon was supposed to do acting but was forced to join pd48 so maybe she'll continue acting afterwards? nothing is confirmed yet!
lmao two similarities, its okay it counts. ah, true, i can see their similarities now that youve mentioned it, as well as how jeno is kind of like that. however, i am currently attached to jaemin so we'll see what happens from there hehe. i swerve easily.
jaemin on bubble grr, that would be a whole experience. from the bare minimum of vidoes ive seen for him wbk jaemin is so whipped for czennies. ah yes repackage! i saw the post on instagram and went to the comments to see everything screaming ‘iM bROke!’ and it was lowkey hilarious lmao. kpop is really trying to suck our money T-T.
ope the longest fic ive read is like...40k words i think? and it was by jeonginks. ill read anything eiko produces lmao, theres always so much substance in her work. ooh, tell me what you think of luvdsc’s stuff, i just finished binging their entire masterlist lmao.
seungmin vs jake yeah, i havent been catching up on skz enha content because im still obsessing over the dreamies but when that saga is over then im going to focus on my ults lmao (which might include dream soon, hehe).
yes yes i have a mechanical bluetooth keyboard that i use to connect to my computer! it literally sounds amazing lmao, its only 10am here but i feel like im going to doze off from the clickity clackitys already. i cant wait for you to get one! tell me when you do, we can match hehe.
hyuck is an aodrable brat please. hes like the best comedian of nct at this point, so hilarious and filled with variety i love him. he rose up my bias list pretty fast too. LMAO YOUR MOM IS SO COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY. if only my mom would cook for my ults’ borndays.
yes my rec blog is a mess right now, ill organize it soon haha.
omg thank you and yes my website theme is one-of-a-kind. even i get confused when i open it or edit it, and i constantly get comments about it. also i just realized our opposing theme colors and i love it! its adorable.
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