#🎶take your man put h....🎶

[ahappyphjl]

there was no plot

[reashot]

Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* 🎶

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: 😱

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

[ihrtlix]

Angel Baby ☁️

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

W/c: 733 (baby numbers)

Warnings: Car crash, Hospital, angst, Fluff.

Song rec:

It was a rainy tuesday night when you’d decided to take your dog Lucky out for a walk. You’d never really been a fan of the rain but as a pet owner, you knew that it was your responsibility to make sure that Lucky was kept fit and healthy. “Lucky come here buddy” you said as you slid his collar on. Lucky had sat himself by the door patiently waiting for you to finish sorting out what you were going to wear. You made sure to put on your most comfortable pair of trainers and threw on some joggers and a hoodie. Although you hate the rain, it was only going to be a quick walk… right?

🎶play me the classics.. something romantic🎶

Once you had made it to the exit of your apartment complex, you slid your headphones on and pressed play. The music sent shivers down your spine as the soft beats flew through the air around your head mixing in with the soft sound of rain in the distance. The walk was only 15 minutes in until the decision of heading back home had struck you. Lucky seemed tired and happily agreed when you both turned around and headed back in the direction you had previously walked from.

🎶you came out the blue on a rainy night🎶

You were quite tired due to the long day you had causing you to not check the road properly before crossing. A man runs over from across the road, luckily he was trained in first aid. He feels for a heartbeat and his body freezes.. where was your pulse? He does chest compressions until he hears a small breath leave your cold lips. As you regain consciousness, you feel a sharp pain shooting around your body as you open your eyes to find yourself on the wet, concrete floor. You hear shouting from beside you as you try to comprehend what’s just happened. As you slowly gather your surroundings, you see with tears staining his eyes, the most ethereal man you’ve ever seen and his name? Kim Seungmin.

🎶while your bringing me back to life🎶

He screams at his friends for help whilst he takes off his warm, thick jacket and places it delicately under your head. Tears slowly prick at his eyes. He holds you tightly while you hear him tell his friend ‘chan’ to call an ambulance. He tells you reassuring words such as: “shhh.. it’s alright i’m here” and “hold on for me love.. okay?” whilst he strokes your hair and wipes your stray tears off your frozen, rosy cheeks.

🎶now i’m in pieces, barely believe it..🎶

Panic strikes you suddenly. You start trying to get up whilst sobbing as you remember your dog Lucky. Seungmin looks around quickly trying to pinpoint where his other friends were until he spots them. He beckons them over and you take a breath of relief, allowing Seungmin to lay you back down in his lap, when you see the others giving attention to Lucky, who managed to come out with no injury whatsoever.

🎶starting to feel like you’ve lost all feeling🎶

Blinding lights and wailing sirens flood your mind when the ambulance appeared. The paramedics talk to Seungmin due to the fact that you were in and out of consciousness. The paramedics try to tell you that you were about to leave to go to the hospital when you started to mumble, “Seungmin.. where is he?”. He realised that you wanted him to accompany you to the hospital and he sat down next to you, keeping a hand on your arm all the way until you finished the journey there.

*time skip*

🎶until you gave up heaven so we could be together🎶

You wake up, body sore, limbs aching and you have the worst migraine ever. You hear soft snores coming from beside you. There he is, head on the edge of the bed, closest to your hand whilst he is in dreamland. You slowly reach your hand up and stroke his hair eventually making your way down to his soft cheek. He stirs in his sleep and opens his sleepy eyes to find you looking at him with adoration. Once he has fully woken up, he checks over you (as if the doctors wouldn’t have already). He tears up realising that he, Kim Seungmin, saved your life. “your my angel..” he said, voice laced with relief. “angel?” you said confused, “baby, angel.” he reassured you.

Thank you guys for interacting with my previous post!! This is the first time i’ve ever written anything like this and hope you guys like it! (this randomly came to mind whilst i was walking my dog) 🫶🏻

TAGLIST: @jinnie-ret @kaiso-woo @kaciidubs @surfinminho @seungminssangel @astayinwonderland @helloimnini @got-me-seein-stars @queen-in-the-shadows 💞

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

💝 Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“🥺” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes 🤨

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[crappymixtape]

you gotta help me, baby

even though you could definitely apply for any other job at the mall or stupid family video it still wouldn’t pay as much as babysitting does, but god you’re one more spilled tray of food on the floor from quitting until your boyfriend shows up to save the day | (  2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader ) REQUEST ↪ nonny, i hope your babysitting goes okay and even if it feels like it sucks i know you got this!! ♥️

Y O U G O T T A H E L P M E, B A B Y 🎶 manly man, delacey & emily weisband

You were covered in it. What it was you didn’t know, but between the spilled bottles, thrown food and horribly executed idea of finger painting you reckoned you looked a mess. You would’ve brought the kid to the park just down the street, but it was way too hot. July sun beating down and turning the slide into something that would melt off the backs of your thighs the second you touched it.

And the only thing that made this shit tolerable, the only person that kept you sane these long days, was working overtime and every time you checked your phone it stared up at you blankly.

No notifications. You’d open your messages. No little blinking dots. Nothing. Nada. Why you??

Fingers swiping across your screen you texted Robin, begging her for the fifth time to please let your boyfriend leave early, but you heard it before it happened.

A squeal of delight and then the splat of chocolate pudding all over your phone and hands and bare legs and shirt and–

“Yummy!” the little girl kicked her feet happily in her high chair as you dragged your eyes up from your lap and tried to smile. She was 2. Of course Bea was throwing pudding across the room, but you were at your wit’s end and your chest squeezed with the thought of having to clean up again.

“It’s only pudding,” you muttered under your breath, screwing your eyes shut, trying to count to ten until a knock on the door shook you from your attempt at calming down.

Were they home already? There was no way.

Getting up from the table you swiped an already messy washcloth across Bea’s face, ignoring the abysmal state that you were in, and hurried to the entryway. Pushing yourself up on tip toe you looked through the little peephole in the door and the sight of what was on the other side nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“Oh thank god,” you unlocked and yanked the door open, nearly throwing your arms around Steve’s neck, but stopped short when you remembered the pudding.

You were a sight. Cheeks dotted with red and blue and green paint, white shirt covered in chocolate and cut-off shorts splattered with…was it macaroni? Steve’s first reaction was to laugh, but the look on your face made him soften and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Awh, baby. That bad?” he asked, hands reaching out to tug your hips into him by your pockets despite the mess all over you and you melted into his chest. Your mmhm was muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt and he tsked gently. Poor you. Glancing over your shoulder he saw Bea in her highchair, still kicking her feet happily and giving a little squeal at the sight of him.

“Stee!” she shrieked and Steve laughed.

“Hi, Bea,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked you slowly backwards into the house to keep the heat out. “Are you havin’ fun today?” he asked and she giggled.

“Yummy,” she said and put a chocolatey hand to her mouth then stuck it back out to him, offering to share.

“Oh! Wow, that does look good,” pulling his hands from your pockets he tucked away the hair that had fallen into your face. “Why don’t you go take a minute, babe. I got this,” he said softly, pressing another kiss to your cheek before stepping around you to take the washcloth off the table. “Bea, I gotta say, this looks like the best pudding ever made,” he tutted a bit as he wiped more chocolate from her cheeks, her nose, her chubby little hands and suddenly everything felt so much easier.

“Yes, yes!” she squealed and he laughed.

Steve turned to tidy up your chair, muscles in his arm pulling and flexing as he moved, and your cheeks warmed at the sight of him. Hair a bit messy from the open windows on his car, skin golden and warm like it held all of summer under it and dotted with new freckles from sitting out by the pool yesterday.

You could watch him all day, but you needed a second for yourself more and so you hurried down the hallway to the bathroom.

Of course you were good with kids, why else would you have taken the job? But some days were harder than others. Some days the screaming was endless and nothing you did could make the tears stop.

Teething, skipped naps, overtired and hungry or wanting mama and it made you feel like maybe you weren’t good at it. Maybe you should work at the mall. Maybe your dream of kids of your own was too much, maybe you wouldn't be a good mom, but then Steve would show up.

Your second wind. Your cheerleader.

Your lifesaver.

He’d tell you it was okay, everyone gets frustrated. Everyone has a breaking point. Just take a minute for yourself. Take a break from the crying. I got this. I can handle it and when you come back you’ll feel so much better, baby.

I love you, baby.

You’d wiped the paint from your cheeks, cleaned the chocolate from your legs and hands, took a few deep breaths and resigned yourself to the fact that your shirt and shorts were brown and orange now and that was that.

Splashed cold water on your face and redid your ponytail and when you looked back in the mirror you were surprised at how refreshed you looked. You weren’t back to 100%, but it was much better than before and when you opened the bathroom door you could hear Steve talking to Bea.

“So it’s a show about a dog family, huh?”

“Yes! Booey and Bingo! And mum and dad!”

You quietly walked down the hallway and leaned against the opening into the kitchen, watching for a just a minute as Steve sat at the table. Elbow leaning on Bea’s highchair tray and free hand feeding her pudding neatly from a spoon.

“And what’s dad say?”

“Cheeky kids!”

“Cheeky kids, huh?” Steve laughed, “Sounds very British. You’ve got sophisticated tastes, my friend.”

A smile tugged up at the corners of your lips as your chest squeezed again, but this time with something different. Not anxiety or stress or worry, but affection. Care. Love. God you loved this boy. So damn much and when he turned to look over his shoulder at you, you bit your lips between your teeth. Caught, but he didn’t care. He gave you smile, a little smug and a lot fond, and then turned back to Bea.

“Think it’s gonna be time for a nap soon, Bea,” he said, tone firm, but caring and the little girl scrunched her nose up. “I know, seems boring but–” he stood and took her bib off before lifting her gently from her highchair, “–I bet you’ll get to read a book first, hm? That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, we could read Owl Babies, Bea,” you chimed in, finally coming out from your hiding spot and the toddler’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Yes! Yes! Blankie? And snuggles,” she said, squirming in Steve’s hold and making grabby hands at you. He chuckled and passed her off, brushing his thumb soft across your cheek, eyes only for you. Warm amber, burnt caramel, flecks of green and gold and you mouthed a thank you.

“Night, Bea. See you when you wake up,” he said, messing her hair a little as she let loose a big yawn.

“Nigh-nigh, Stee,” her little voice was sleepy now and when you turned to go up the stairs he mouthed an I love you, smile lopsided and just a little smug. Anticipating his favorite time of day. Bea’s nap and getting you all to himself on the couch for a couple of hours and he could hardly wait to get his hands on you, chocolate shorts and all.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[startseeingstars]

Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH28 Mike’s POV 🎶 Death of an Executioner - Pierce the Veil 🎶

TW - violence, drugs

My stomach was a mess of nerves as I walked into the club. The buzz from the bump of coke I’d just had in the car was finally kicking in and I could feel myself getting more confident.

I nodded at the familiar bouncer, holding the brim of my hat. It was a Tuesday night. Maddi was working at the bar and she had no idea I was here.

I hated the idea of going behind her back, but we both wanted out of this place and this deal would make that happen.

Leff’s car keys jingled, burning a hole in my pocket as I walked. He’d murder me if he knew I’d stolen his car - but he would be none the wiser when I returned it later. I’d had a busy afternoon since Maddi left for work.

I’d gone back to Jamal, the dealer I’d met weeks ago with Leff. Luckily, the deal they had offered him was still up for grabs. I got the details of the guy cooking it and went straight to the warehouse as soon as I’d seen Leff get home. Dumb ass didn’t change the code to the warehouse door - but to be honest, I don’t think he’d ever suspect me doing something like this.

I sat down in a booth across from ER and two of his goons, while another stood guard nearby.

“Where’s Leff?” ER’s face was like stone, voice deep. His outfit looked more expensive than my collective wardrobe, gold rings decorating his chubby fingers.

“I got a proposition for you.” I swallowed, sniffling slightly as my nose continued to burn.

“Proposition? Shit. I talk direct to Leff.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“Uh, this ain’t Leff’s deal. It’s mine.” I said. He cocked an eyebrow and sat back slightly, but I couldn’t read his face.

“What’s the deal?”

“Kilo of pure, clean, white H. It’s a steal.” I assured him and he licked his lips.

“If it’s such a steal, how come Leff ain’t buying?”

“My mother, uh, Leff’s sister - she fucked up and OD’d on the shit. Leff won’t go near it.” I explained. Quiet for another moment.

“Take me to your man. I’ll deal directly.” He was trying to get me to pussy out, but I couldn’t. I needed this for Mads.

“Oh, you know I can’t do that. C’mon, you’ll make at least 100k. It’s pure, you can cut that shit up like crazy.” I chuckled a little, trying to persuade him as my gut churned anxiously. I should have eaten before this.

“How much?” He asked. I’d hooked him.

“It’s um… 40k.” I didn’t dare tell him it was actually 30k. That extra 10k was for me and Mads.

“You’re getting played.” He shook his head slightly and I clenched my fist under the table.

“No, it’s for real.” I reassured him and he sighed.

“Alright. Bring it to me and I’ll hit you with the cash.” He challenged and I licked my painfully dry lips.

“No, I-I need the money up front. I don’t have it to just lay out like that.” I watched his face, but he kept whatever he was hiding hidden.

“You’re here making a loan, then. Not a deal.” It wasn’t a question.

“C’mon, man. You know me.” I laughed a little, feeling the nerves bubbling up more now.

“I know shit. You want a loan, then it’s the same as everybody else. This ain’t a charity, mother fucker.” He pointed his index finger to the table as he spoke and I swallowed.

“Alright - uh, then give me the loan and I’ll come back tomorrow night to settle up.” This wasn’t how I wanted shit to go, but I could still get the money - still get the fuck out of here with Maddi.

“What’re you putting up for collateral?” He asked, unenthusiastically.

I pulled the car keys out my pocket and placed them on the table, taking my hand back quickly to avoid them seeing how shaky I was.

“I got Leff’s car right out front.” ER smirked as goon number one swiped the keys off the table.

I checked the address on my phone and looked up at the dingy building. This was the place.

The stack of cash in my jacket pocket was heavy, but not as heavy as the lead in my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little in over my head.

A guy stood at the doorstep of the building as I approached.

“What’s up?” He asked, avoiding looking at me.

“Ray?” That was the name I’d be told to ask for. He nodded, still avoiding my eyes.

“Y-you got my stuff?” I asked, nervously.

“Alright, let’s have it.” My chest tightened.

“Where’s - where’s my stuff?” He didn’t have anything on him - and no jacket to hide it in either.

“Money first.” He demanded. I shook my head - immediately remembering the first thing Leff had taught me.

“No, no way, man.” Please don’t fuck with me, I thought.

“Fuck off then.” He turned to leave and my heart began pounding.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” I knew how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t care. He finally looked at me, expectantly.

“How long is it gonna take?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back.” I dug into my pocket and handed him the heavy envelope.

“A-alright. Hurry.” I said as he walked inside. My gut was going crazy and I cursed. Why can’t these fuckers just be straight forward? We all want something.

My mind wandered to Maddi. I hoped she’d never find out I was doing this. I was just gonna tell her Leff gave me some money that my Mom had left me in her will… not that she had one. Or money, for that matter.

I panicked when the asshole didn’t come back. My heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours. I’d smashed all the buttons at the door, begging for someone to let me in so I could find that fucker and get my money back, at least until someone had threatened to call the cops.

I contemplated telling Maddi what I’d done, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew how scared and disappointed she would be. This was my fuck up, not hers.

I’d made my way back to the club, making sure to snort the last bit of coke I’d had to ease my nerves somewhat. It would be fine. ER and Leff were tight - I would be okay.

I was feeling pretty sure about that until ER sat across from me, right where we had sat hours earlier.

“I ran into a little trouble.” I admitted sheepishly, placing the 10k I’d put aside for Maddi and I on the table.

“H-here’s ten grand back. I just need a little time to get the rest together. I’ll start paying it off right away.” I finally met his gaze. To my surprise, he looked amused.

“You got it, kid.” I felt a small release of tension in my muscles and let out a relieved chuckle.

“R-really?”

“Sure, take your time.”He nodded, offering a small smile.

“Oh-oh, man, thank you. You, uh, you think I could get the car back?” I asked, half expecting him to say no. He burst into laughter, as did the goons. I laughed along with him, shaking my head. Of course, not. It was collateral.

ER stood and snapped his fingers.

“Bring this piece of shit out.”

I was ripped from the booth and my heart began pounding harder than I’d ever felt it before. They dragged me outside and threw me into the brick wall before pinning me against it roughly. ER pulled something from his jacket pocket. The knife flashed silver under the dim lighting of the alley.

“Wait, wait, wait -“

[no-see-um-incorrect]

New buddy 

All characters belong to Yuurivoice  

(featuring Seth singing Noah Kahan 🥰)

The trail was unmarked. You’d have to not be afraid of getting a little dirty just to find it. Seth found this trail when he was little.  and as far as he knew, it was only occupied by his footprints. 

Every Wednesday 5:00PM he walks the trail. Does cleanup. his little personal slice of serenity. 

“🎶I am remembering I promised to forget you now🎶 but it’s raining, and I’m calling drunk🎶 and my medicine is drowning your perspective out🎶”

*Meow meow meow*

“🎶so I ain’t taken any fault🎶 am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?🎶 I doubt it, forget about it, whatever🎶”

*Meow mrow mow*

“🎶it’s all the same,anyways🎶 I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown🎶 in the name of someone I no longer know🎶”

His singing turns to a whistle as the song continues to play on his radio. He starts Clearing the path of fallen tree branches and overgrown brush. 

“🎶traffic lights and a transmitter radio🎶”

“🎶I don’t like it when they threw me in the car🎶 I gave your name is my emergency phone call🎶 honey, it rang and, rang🎶Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. I dial Drunk, i’ll die drunk, i’d die for yo-WHOA”

Seth tripped and fell. A small tree had fallen in the path.

“Son of a-..where did that come from?!”

He looked around in confusion. He trimmed up the path regularly. so this wouldn’t happen.  Seth takes off his jacket and drapes it over the tree. he knelt down on the ground and started rifling through his backpack.

“it’s a small enough tree that I might be able to  cut it into smaller pieces with Betty….”

*Prrrrr~ prrrrr~ prrrrrow*

“Ok let me ju-“

Seth looks up from his backpack and sees a small orange kitten curled up on his jacket. The kitten looks at Seth.

“Mrow!”

“Oh My God”

He moves slowly as to not startle the kitten. The kitten sat up and looked at Seth. To his surprise the kitten wasn’t afraid. It looked at Seth the way a dog looks at its reflection.

Seth holds his hand up to the kitten for it to sniff.

“where’s your mama little one?”

The kitten looked towards the darkening forest, and then back at Seth

“Yea mine too” he softly pet its ears as the kitten prred to the Touch

Seth cupped his hands. Gesturing for the kitten to climb in. The kitten playfully pawed at his fingers before climbing in. Seth puts on his jacket. And puts the kitten on his shoulder.

“Ya know. A wise man once said Family doesn’t end in blood….so yea our Mom’s might not be here but. We have our own home to go to”

The kitten snuggles its face against Seth’s jaw.

“yea….you’re coming home with me”

“Man you’re gonna love Al and sugar….I swear when it comes to them I’m like moth man to traffic lights”

They keep walking.

“🎶county line, i’m counting down🎶 mailboxes until my house🎶*meow*🎶this place had a h-*chuckles*eartbeat in its Day🎶Vail bought the mountains and nothing was the same🎶*meow MeOw* Oh your a Noah Kahan fan ain’t ya lit-…..you need a name? Don’t ya?”

“Mow row?” It tilted its head in confusion 

“well, I can’t just keep calling you little one forever…..Let’s see….”

After around 30 minutes, he exits the trail and gets to his motorcycle  setting the little kitten on the seat,  the kitten starts pawing and playing with Seth’s hands 

“oooO you’re a fighter ain’t ya?……*click!* How bout Rocky. Yea like Rocky balboa. You like that little guy *Meow!* all right!….um how are we going to get home?”

Seth’s motorcycle was fit for 2…..people…Rocky…was a cat

“We’ll it’s about a 30 minute walk to Al’s place….it IS a pretty nice evening……I’m sure Sugar an Alphonse won’t mind if I’m a little late for dinner….”

30 minutes later

“……Hey Boo….you seeing this?…”

 Sugarboo walks over to the window next to Alphonse

“Is…is that Seth walking his motorcycle?”

Seth walking his motorcycle holding the handlebars. seemingly talking to himself. Sugarboo and Alphonse make their way outside.

“hey guys! sorry I’m a little late I got….well a little sidetracked. And I had to stop at the store for a few things…..”

Seth grabs the plastic grocery bag off the back of his bike and turns around 

“I um….ran into someone”

He turns around, revealing the small kitten in his hands.

“holy fuck it’s a kitten!”

“sugar Alphonse I’d like you to meet my new little buddy this…..is Rocky!”

“meow!”

“that’s…..that’s fucking adorable”

Sugarboo bounce up and down on their tiptoes.

“can I hold him Seth. please?!”

“yeah you can sugar….just be gentle”

 I never really know how to end these things 

You already know that Seth bought a harness and leash for this cat it goes everywhere with him and loves every second of it.

Moral of the story, family is who choose, and it can be found in the most unexpected places 

I apologize if I misspelled  anything 

[my-weird-news]

10 Crazy Luxurious Celebrity Villas

Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑# Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑 Read the full article

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

Wed 7:30 🕢 am pt 26 April 2023

I currently have no beef 🥩 with Travis McCoy. It’s not the part that I have beef 🥩 about. It’s the part Incubus sang. But it don’t matter anymore. 7:33 pmpt

8:58 am pt when I met Scott the first time, I scowled at him to discourage any s*xual relationship btwn us Bcz I was VERY attracted to him physically but we both had boyfriend/girlfriend. Jessica was very sweet and a little shy ☺️ a little quiet. An architect major at the time. 9 am pt she called him sunny 🌞. 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧🎸 I said are you gonna be my girl? 1 2 3 take my hand 🤚 and come with me Bcz you look so fine I really wanna make you mine 4 5 6 come on and gets your kicks 🦵 [...] big black boots 👢 long brown hair she’s so sweet with her get back stare 🎶🎼🎵🎤 9:03 am pt

6:02 pmpt right butt cheek flared 🔥😞😖😭. Smelled 👃 acetone in the bathroom 🚽. Smelled 👃 like nail polish remover 💅🏼 6:04 pmpt. We don’t wear nail polish 💅🏼 currently.

6:05’pmpt might be retailiation for my blog. I mentioned nail polish 💅🏼 recently. 6:06 pmpt

6:07 pmpt around 2 pm pt I tried to take pictures using Instagram, Facebook, & tumblr of when I was around 4 years old. It wouldn’t post after I selected to “use photo”. 6:09 pmpt incubus doesn’t want me posting it I guess. I wonder 💭 why .

8:08 pmpt I don’t believe in the incubus anymore. I 💭 think he’s twisted. Making child rape happen. He knows how to make people weird and make them forget right from wrong. 8:10 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ why. He likes torture? Of children 👶? And he likes rape? I remember b4 my birthday 🎂 in 2000 probably, after school 🏫 probably, I was laying on the couch 🛋 (right jaw bone 🦴 pain 😖😭😰😱 feels like he might snap off the corner of it! 😭 he also attacked my vag multiple times probably last 48 hours with acid again!) mtv was on, the lady who said she had boxes 📦 of old vintage toys 🧸 for toy fairs was my neighbor, Carson Daly was on and they were was Avery young woman 👩🏼 naked? on tv 📺 with only whipped cream covering her vag. And a man also was ther and they rubbed their private parts together. Carson said someone’s dad is going to be very upset. 8:15 pmpt I got h*rny. I wonder if the incubus was around. I wasn’t even 15 years old yet. 8:15 pmpt

8:23 pmpt it was probably that same school 🏫 year that I found the ring 💍 (cramps 😖😭😫) in the girls bathroom 🚽 and strangely 💭 thought it was for me. 8:24 pmpt. 8:25 pmpt I didn’t wear it for years. I wore it recently though in the last 3 years. 8:26 pmpt

8:28 pmpt a pipe was changed a few days ago. Unfortunately the people who changed it seem to intentionally put a lot of dirt in the pipe. I have very sensitive skin so I reacted to it. Right shin pain. I’m guessing they are Cano’s friends. I am guessing that some of Cano’s friends are staying in the hotel 🏨 and are mocking me Bcz they know all the tiny secret architecture stuff of the hotel 🏨 and are using it to poison ☠️ me through the air and maybe 🤔 the water 💦. 8:31 pmpt

11:10 pmpt incubus (left heel pain 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) god planned dugard’s stolen life. A very ugly awful reality to live. He faked her out every day. She could have been saved quickly but she wasn’t. She was naked sitting 🪑 on a bucket 🪣 in a shed with fuzzy/fluffy handcuffs (porn stuff) 11:14 pmpt it would have been obvious with his history what he planned to do. But cops 👮‍♂️ followed what demon angels told them to do. It was very obvious that what they were told to do was wrong. Yet they did it. Cops 👮‍♂️ of all people, you would think 💭 it was obvious to them. Which means they intentionally let bad things happen Bcz they have no motivation to do the right thing. 11:18 pmpt what decency? Their god is heinous, but they have all sorts of reasons. Now I’m wondering 💭 what is true???? Are all people bad? Are all people good? How did we survive b4 god? My brain 🧠 is getting attacked by acid again now it’s significantly attacked. I’m very scared 😱 when will be the last attack? 11:21 pmpt how do you prove you’re good? Greeks say friendship is a slow ripening fruit. Why Scott is expecting me to trust him and automatically trust any feelings (acid throat pain 11:23 pmpt) how many ways did he intend to use “fell for”? Love 💗? Tricked? (Left hip bone 🦴 pain 11:25 pmpt. He very early on drew my name looking like I was going to get fat and fall with 6 backward 7s. I think 💭 he planned to not elaborate/explain much, withheld information ℹ️, and pretending that he was thinking 💭 one way publicly, but it is obvious to me after the fact when I reviewed things that happened that he is portraying himself the opposite of what he really is. 11:28 pmpt pretending to accidentally get cat 🐈 hair on the condom. But when I told the doctor 👩‍⚕️ the doctor 👩‍⚕️ saw through it and thought 💭 it was intentional. 😤😤🥵😤🥵😖😭 chest heart ♥️ pain 11:30 🕦 pmpt 11:31 pmpt

11:32 pmpt he said the Bible was “interesting.”

12:21 am pt incubus probably helped the man 👨 who s*xually assaulted and murdered Jon benet Ramsey. Maybe he was actually there in person. 12:22 am pt

incubus hurt my spine I felt something stab inside and push in. Right jaw pain left shin pain. In 2021? Someone broke into our apartment and spoiled our food. How do I know? It was a coconut 🥥 (acid throat pain 12:25 am pt. The shell was hard when we bought it. When we came back the shell was only soft on the bottom as if someone stayed a while to soak it until it turned to mushy soft shell. 12:26 am pt every apartment I lived in from 2020 to 2022 had weird realtor lock 🔒 boxes 📦 on the stairs. 12:28 am pt. I thought 💭 someone was trying to toy 🧸 with me. 12:28 am pt some of our things spontaneously got broken. 12:29 am pt. Food was also stolen in 2020/2021. Neighbors behaved strangely and had very minimal furniture 🪑, uncluttered apartments. 12:31 am pt end of 2020 I think 💭 they moved out. 12:31 am pt. Those lockboxes are weird. Left hip bone 🦴 pain left shin pain. Why would incubus toy 🧸 with me all my life to fake me out in the end? I was miserable 😖 😭the way I was. I wanted to be genuine authentic and happy with friends. Why would he do something so cruel? Why is there child rape? Bcz he is cruel. Simple. 12:34 am pt

12:40 am pt I guess garrido might have been 100% zombie 🧟‍♂️. Bcz he seemed to have a multiple personality disorder. Switching btwn sobbing 😭 saying sorry (so that god incubus looks better to people) and then 180 degrees change in mood and all of them did had lapses in memory on specific events. And Bcz the cops 👮‍♂️ let it continue that’s confirmation that it was all coordinated by incubus god and they all agree to do it. 12:45 am pt rough acid pain brain 🧠. If that isn’t proof enough that he’s the devil and you should not do what he says if you’re a cop 👮‍♂️ or a doctor 👩‍⚕️? Then I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what else to say. 12:47 am pt but I guess Bcz they keep doing it, then they’re resigned to the design of this is how life ends. You do what the devil says then it means you should know you’re at the end of your life. It’s not only the person you do wrong but it’s also yours. We are all designed to take out each other then. I was going to write ✍️ something but I forgot... if you have very good abilities to think 💭 I guess. There are things you knew that a lot of people don’t know Bcz of mind control, then you’re very guilty. Like probably Scott -> scottservo. 12:52 am pt. A lot of people only know a little Bcz they’re usually very distracted that they don’t connect the dots and they don’t realize a lot. 12:53 am pt I tried to explain the way I saw 👀 and dealt with things. 12:54 am pt

12:55 am pt is this way of life neverending? You will know when I don’t have something/a part of my body anymore. I don’t want to live broken anymore. 12:57 am pt. I am the secret symbol for whether child rape ends or not Bcz I am sacrificial lamb 🐑/cow. Jon benet Ramsey. Japanese r = L sound. Left hip bone 🦴 pain acid throat pain 12:59 am pt. They groomed me to possibly be raped when I was 4 years old. If you believe in the test. Otherwise we have a cruel twisted god. 1:01 am pt. Why let someone be born to torture them? Heinous. 1:02 am pt

[inkher0]

First Wolf: This isn't fair to your beloved. Surely it hurts his feelings to be constantly compared against men who clearly don't love their partners as much as he loves you, to have his personality put on a pedestal as The Ideal Man. That puts immense pressure on him, and you certainly don't want him to do the same to you. Be grateful in private, don't rub your happiness in other's faces

Second Wolf: 🎶H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go🎶

The smugness I feel when Andrew asks me to play Chappell Roan is enough to incincerate every Tiktok Feminist Girly within a 3 mile radius

[pancakes4two]

ok here’s a little bit of dramaaaaa. sorry this isn’t the most cohesive blurb, it was hard to find good pics but hopefully you all enjoy regardless!

previous parts from this series can be found here!

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram the making of fine line… not pictured are the countless all nighters pulled & redbulls consumed 😛

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kidharpoon way too many redbulls

harrystyles Fine Line is actually an album about sun, sex, and energy drinks.

jefezoff Hi @ harrystyles never say that to the press ever, please and thanks.

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harrysfinsta What does it taste like?

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yourfinsta 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 on a summer eveninnnnn

sarahsfinsta Beach bums

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yourfinsta always great to have your man stolen by stevie nicks for a few minutes every couple of years!!! i used to play silver springs on my speaker all the time to try and curse him with a bit of stevie magic so it feels very full circle every time i watch them sing together 💗💗💗 🪄🪄🪄#onenightonly #whatwouldstevienicksdo

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harrysfinsta I can’t believe you would openly admit that.

yourfinsta you could be my silver spring……. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

harrysfinsta Closing my eyes and covering my ears now.

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deuxmoireader Harry Styles

harrystan1 ahhhh harry omg

harryfan2 if this is true love isn’t real wtf

harrystan3 honestly it probably is like fine line is such a sad album. i hope they’re both okay

yourinstagram i normally don’t like to comment on this stuff but it’s hard when your relationship is constantly scrutinized and analyzed under a microscope by so many people. h and i are okay. please remember that not every song he writes is from his own experience. hopefully we can all move on and appreciate the album for its storytelling and lyricism, instead of taking it at surface level to feed gossip headlines. love you all & thank you for caring, but rest assured we are all good! hope everyone is enjoying fine line ❤️

your finsta story:

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yourinstagram i still remember the first time i realized h was going to be a star. our sophomore year, right after he first got his license, we were driving down the freeway coming back from school when all of a sudden we got caught in a thunderstorm. one of those where you don’t really notice it coming, but it rains like hell before stopping just as abruptly as it started. h pulled over at the side of the road and put in a mixtape while we waited for the storm to pass.

i remember sitting there in the car of the boy i was starting to fall in love with, listening to him sing gerry rafferty and fleetwood mac to me and just thinking in that moment that the whole world was going to know his name one day. & today he just won his first grammy.

it’s been such a privilege to love & support him through it all. an even greater privilege to be able to share his beautiful heart with the rest of the world. ❤️

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yourinstagram sorry for being a sap. i’m not good with words either but i’m just so so so happy and proud!!!

jefezoff ❤️

harrystyles Couldn’t have done it without you.

yourmom Congratulations, H!!!!!!

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Some Of My Favourite Out Of Context One Piece Quotes: Dubbed

Green is for Zoro or Bartolomeo, Red is Luffy or Chopper, Blue is Sanji or Sabo, Purple is Usopp or Brook, Pink is Franky or background characters ie Perona or Buggy, orange and black are also for background characters

"Nobody calls me stupid but me"

"She blew up that funny old man and he was nice so now I hate her 😠"

*casually staring down a dinosaur* "you're a rude son of a bitch" *kicks it*

"Pirates! Or worse, the government!"

"🎶Good evening!✋🎶"

"Well, as per usual I've been kickin ass, and what about you?" "Been kickin ass."

"Hold on a second pirate A (Sanji) Nami isn't a background character like you, its gonna take more then one sorry little bazooka attack to defeat her"

*menacingly* "I love giraffes"

"...wOAh that is lame,"

"SOMEBODY GET ME A LAWYER, THERE'S NO WAY I'M NOT GONNA SUE YOUR ASS OFF FOR THIS!"

"It's a little early to be kissing his ass"

*casually throwing cannon balls* "WE DON'T WANT 'EM, TAKE 'EM BACK!"

"YOU PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS!" "Uh huh!✌✌✌💖"

"You just cook the meat, dont tell us how to eat it"

"Dead men tell no tales" *knows full well of Brook's existence*

*chanting* "FRANKYS NAKED, FRANKYS NAKED"

"WHERE ARE YOU MY FEISTY TRUFFLE!?💖"

"₲₳Ⱨ, ₳ ₮ⱤɆɆ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₴Ø₥Ɇ ØⱠĐ ₲ɆɆⱫɆⱤ'₴ ₣₳₵Ɇ ł₴ ₮Ø₮₳ⱠⱠɎ ₲Ɇ₮₮ł₦₲ ĐⱤɄ₦₭ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₳ ฿Ɇ₳₮ Ʉ₱ Ʉ₦ł₵ØⱤ₦"

"I'm so ashamed, my soul is as twisted as my curly eyebrows"

"Power has nothing to do with it, I just naturally have a negaTIVE PERSONALITYYYYYYYYYYYY"

"I-I don't believe this!" "Usopp actually looks cool for once." "Is his heart really that empty?" (I'm not sure if that's a good thing)

"What the hell is this guy? The Patron Saint of Pessimism?"

"AHHH, WHAT A TERRIBLE SOURCE OF SELF ESTEEM!"

*not so casually catching fire and jumping off a cliff* "NAMI-SWAAAAAAN"

"AAHHHHHH, DONT EAT ME I SWEAR IM ALL BONES"

"NAMI GAVE AWAY SOME OF HER TREASURRREEEE!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!! A STORM MUST BE COMING!"

"H-he wants to see underwear! EVERYONE, SHOW HIM YOUR UNDERWEAR" "Um, I- I don't need to see any man panties, thank you, I- uh- oh W O W."

"He's not stupid, he's Luffy."

"Awe man, I miss when Jinbei was on our side"

"Okay, uh, a sword shouldn't be able to do that... can we please call that thing somthing other then a sword?"

"THANK YOU BUGGY, SEE YOU IN THE AFTER LIFE, I GUESS"

"But wait, these guys are certified badasses,"

"What about child support?" "Put it on my tab" "THIS ISN'T A BAR"

"WHAT IS THIS, A CHILD LABOR SCHEME!?" (I love Sabo so much 😂😂)

"ATTA BOY SATAN"

"Ah, I didn't think you'd be the first," "Oh yeah? Nobody else has shown up? Well damn, I guess they got lost" (SAYS YOU ZORO)

"WHAT'S UP LADIES, IM FRESH OUTTA HELL AND LOOKIN FOR A GOOD TIME!"

"WHOA, DUDE!" "H E S G O T A H A N D I N H I S H A A A A A N D ! ! !"

"Still standing after all that? Maybe you got stronger after all," "Yeah, and your itty bitty baby attacks actually tickle a little now, too bad they still don't hurt as bad as your food hurts my stomach," "WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT!?"

"YOU'RE NOT READY FOR REAL GIRLS YET, SANJI! GO BACK TO YOUR PICTURES AND RELAX!"

"WHO NEEDS BLOOD, I HAVE LUST TO SUSTAIN ME!!"

"𝐀𝐇, 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘!"

"And so what if I am? Is it so wrong to want to share in the suffering of my friends? Cold is a state if mind after all! You don't need skin for that!"

*calmly but genuinely* "Resign from the warlords of the sea or go into battle with of the of the four emperors. Obviously he'll pass on both and kill us if he's wise. Yohohohoh- oh I'm scared!"

"Is that why you came down with us, racoon?" "Mhm....... HEY WHO ARE YOU CALLING RACOON, I'M A REINDEER JERK, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I SAID YOU WERE A BIG UGLY RAT WHO EATS GARBAGE- WHAT'S SO FUNNY LUFFY? QUIT LAUGHING!"

"I see, Racoon, so you can understand what animals say," "uh huh, it really comes in handy when we... HEY! COME ON, THERE WAS NO EXCUSE FOR IT THAT TIME!"

"Be extra careful, this is enemy territory," "HEY, ITS NOT AS DARK OVER HERE!" "what did I just tell you, stop yelling!" "Yeah, I hate to say this, but I'm with jerk face on this one," "*disgruntled noises*"

"Oh, so you're okay to be beaten up then,"

"I'mGonnaBeRealHonestWithYouHereSanjiAndGiveYouAHard I. Don't Know But!SayYourPrayersJustToBeSafe,K?"

Also any time someone other than Luffy calls Law "Traffy" is infinatly funny to me cause Dressrosa is super serious then Robin says "But Traffy's plan-" and I'm out of there

"My barrier only works on physical attacks, not verbal ones!"

"You lost me! You sound cool as hell and I still look up to you! Of course, but you lost me!"

"OH NO! MASTER DICKHEAD"

*Brook being eaten alive and no one paying any mind*

[blackwolfqueenzz]

BOY STOP PLAYING

✨ Chapter 1✨

✨

👨🏻‍🦳Two Hoes in this house👸🏾

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

(GojoSatoru)

Come with me to pick megumi

He said he found it

Read

12:00pm

Dragon baddie🔥🐲

(Y/n)

Who the fuck you call a Bitch

Nigga I'm trying to sleep and

Why can't you do it yo self

12:01pm

Are you really outside my house blasting

Nicki Minaj Boss Ass Bitch with a damn

Boombox!!

Gojo screamed out strumming a random ass guitar outside house

"I love you BITCH

I ain't Gon EVER stop loving you...BITCH"

👨🏻‍🦳🕺🏻😎😜💦🎸🎶

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

Noooo but did you love my song it

took me two week to make 🥺♥️

And also I'm inside your house and

I'm totally not in your refrigerator

eating some Banana pudding and PeachCobbler with Vanilla ice cream

🤤🤫👀

Dragon baddie🔥🐲

You know you got that 'song' from a meme right that I sent you

How you get in my house! Nvm don't answer

that .... Let me get ready and stop eating

my food nigga

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵

Oh come on you can't let me have this one and

No promise bestie 😜🤫

12:17pm

BlueeyedStripperPole💰💸💵 signed out

Dragon baddie🔥🐲 signed out

_____

Y/n's Room

'I can't with him'

I groaned walking to my walk closet and taking out a badass outfit knowing going with Gojo there's always danger. I head to my bathroom doing my Morning routine (Shit, Shower and Shave)

Y/n's bathroom

I put on my outfit looking in the mirror, Bad Bitch.

Y/n's Outfit

And head to kitchen seeing Gojo continue EATING MY DAMN FOOD!!

"GOJO What did I say" I rolled my eyes. Gojo quickly shoved a large scoop of ice cream in his mouth before putting the half empty carton back in the freezer.

"My bad Momma love the outfit by the way" h winked, licking his lips from the ice cream.👀😜

"Um......Chile anyways...You paying for my food nigga.... Let's go before Megumi get killed or something"

"Anything for you Momma" Gojo smirked. I grabbed my keys and pushed Gojo out of my house.

Gojo's Car

We hopped in Gojo's car a d Gojo passed the aux cord. We started singing and dancing to Megan The Stallion 'Body' and 'Cry Baby' ft DaBaby.

✨Time Skip✨

"Under Jujutsu Regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!" Megumi yelled.

"Wait, Really, I'm just fine!"

"More importantly you and I are both pretty beat up"

"Let's go to a hospital" the pink haired boy calmly surrendering.

Megumi cursed at himself not knowing what to do.

"Whats the situation?" Gojo appear besides his student with bags.

"Gojo-Sensei!? Why are you here"

"I wasn't planning on coming this blind rat held me hostage oh and hi Megthestallion" I shouted, sitting on the edge of the building looking over my shoulder.

"That's not my name Y/n" 😶🙄

"Man you're roughed up..... I should show the second years..... Face this way" Gojo pulled out his phone started flashing his camera at him.

"Gojo leave him alone" I laughed and walked over the boys.

"The higher ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade curse object gone missing... So did you find it?" Gojo sending the pictures and looked up at Megumi.

"Um Sorry but I ate it" Yuuji slowly raised his hand.

"For Real"

"Niggga What"

Gojo and I looked at him like,

"Can you swap out with Sukuna?"

"Oh.... Yeah, I think I can do that"

"Then give us ten seconds and Once ten seconds are up, come back to us" Gojo started to stretch.

'Oh Shit here we go again' I pulled out my Snapchat/and Camera

✨

[holly-the-fallen-angel]

"You know this song. And I expect you to perform it just as well as you always do. Understand?"

"Got it......."

🎶"So I'm the boss man a king to the fanatic, and I've got anythin' you'll ever want. Make you an ADDICT so call me 'Sir' call me 'Daddy~' call me C E O But for you, baby doll? Just call me Valentino~ 'CAUSE I RUN THIS. Empire of narcotics and sex AND I FLAUNT THIS Every day I'm gon' be cashin' the checks WATCH ME WORK THIS. Eyes up, show the man respect! NO DISSERVICE Come on, baby Now, sing it for me, perfect"🎶

🎶"You'll feel pleasures that you never knew were real before Get your name up in lights What are you waitin' for? Come to me on your knees Show me what you can do Gimme everythin' you have I'll make a star outta you 'Cause it's all the same to me in either Heaven or Hell I'm gonna do just what I want until I hear that bell So come and play, baby, and get out of your shell With my hands on your hips And my taste on your lips"🎶

🎶"I'LL GET YOU HOOKED........ I'LL GET YOU HOOKED Leave you cravin' Every pleasure and sin (H-HO-HOO-HOOKED) Take you to your limit 'til you give in I'LL GET YOU HOOKED Do what I say, I'll put you on the roll (H-HO-HOO-HOOKED) Make you scream, Sell away your soul I'LL GET YOU HOOKED Got you feelin' like I'm all that you need (H-HO-HOO-HOOKED) All in the service of insatiable greed I'LL GET YOU HOOKED Don't want no back talk, Just follow my word (H-HO-HOO-HOOKED) Get to it Or you're Gonna Get HURT Now, babe... You really gonna give me that face? Down here, I'm your one and only savin' grace But this ain't charity work There's standards you gotta meet And tied up tight in my bed, I bet you'd taste so sweet~ 'CAUSE I RUN THIS Supplier of the highs and releases AND I FLAUNT THIS All them motherfuckers claw for the pieces WATCH ME WORK THIS That's it, honey, let yourself succumb NO DISSERVICE Pin you down, Arch your back 'til you........"🎶

🎶"You'll feel pleasures that you never knew were real before Get your name up in lights What you waitin' for? Come to me on your knees Show me what you can do Gimme everythin' you have I'll make a star outta you......"🎶

[OOC] I'm not putting the rest of the lyrics

*Holly and Vex were hanging like they always do when Holly gets up and gets her outfit for work on*

"I'll be back soon, Vex,"

*He looks over at her, tail flickering with annoyance* "Come oooooon! Can't ya skip a day or somethin'?!"

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something infinite • part four

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART FOUR T H E H O U S E T H A T B U I L T M E

part four of something infinite – a history of you and steve and your families, all the broken pieces you’re both trying to gather up and put back together are more similar than you think // warning, *18+ note: the themes written about in this piece can be triggering – brief mentions of loss of a parent, neglect, unplanned pregnancy, and other heavy content – read with caution please and be gentle with yourselves! | ( 2.3k, angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

JULY 12TH, 1966 �� INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA 🎶 motion sickness, victoria canal ( phoebe bridgers cover )

Your aunt Joyce and her sister Ellie – your mom – grew up in Hawkins, Indiana with loving parents, a simple life, but they had everything they needed. They were like built in best friends, sisters sharing a room through high school, keeping secrets and laughter under the sheets even after mom told them to go to sleep. It all felt like it was building to something hopeful, something bigger, until the tractor accident. Your grandfather, Dell Byers, died leaving two daughters and a wife behind and everything felt fractured after that.

Joyce and Ellie’s relationship with their mom stuttered and stalled like a truck on the freeway with a flat and instead of turning to each other they ran. Ran in opposite directions from the sting of grief, from the family photos hanging in the hallway, from what had been a false promise of forever. The whole town tried to come together to support your grandmother, Bea, and her daughters, but sometimes things can’t be fixed. Bea further retreated into herself, making hermit and Byers synonymous, and the girls both coped very differently.

While Joyce stayed in Hawkins with her boyfriend Lonnie, Ellie wanted nothing to do with it and found escape in the city. Indianapolis was full of things she’d never experienced before and getting lost in the sheer size of it was intoxicating, like a drug, and Ellie went in on it full send.

As separate as they seemed though, the two sisters did finally have one thing in common after a few years. Unplanned, and kept, pregnancies. And while they could again have turned into one another, it was like any kind of contact would reignite the grief again. So they raised their children in parallel, Joyce and Lonnie struggling through everything and Ellie taking care of things on her own.

Joyce grasped at straws, wanted to hold onto what her mom and dad tried to build, happy family, white picket fence, little job at the corner store, but it was far from it. Lonnie was shitty and Ellie knew that before she’d left so she went without a man in her life, instead dumping every fibre of her being into her career. She had propelled herself so far forward into success early on that she didn’t want for much, including a partner. Your father was never involved, a lot like Lonnie, but at least it was intentional.

It wasn’t until things with Lonnie got worse that the two sisters spoke again. Joyce cracked first and made a phone call offering vulnerability and love and wanting her sister. Ellie almost hung up, but she heard the sadness in her sister’s voice. Joyce told her she finally left Lonnie, and Ellie couldn’t bring herself to put the receiver back on the hook. They talked regularly after that, and even though Ellie wasn't willing to go back to Hawkins, Joyce did visit Indianapolis a few times with the boys. They were really the only family you knew of.

But growing up without a dad didn’t seem weird to you. Normal was just you and your mom when she was around. When she left for work your grandma, your dad’s mom, would stay with you, but you didn’t feel like you were necessarily missing out on anything until your first sleepover.

Your ex-best friend Samantha York's parents had been picture perfect and despite all the junk food and movies and silly, stupid games you all played all you could do was watch them. The give and take. The shared small smiles.

Love.

After that you didn’t want to sleep over anymore and friends felt like a chore for you. The girls were mean and the boys were fine until you got older and all they wanted was to make out in the backseat of their car. So when your cousins visited it was always a nice reprieve, a moment to show Will and Jonathan something new, take them to the skate park, escape from the bullshit. From the popularity contests. And they genuinely cared and god it felt nice. You knew about Lonnie, the boys didn't mind talking about it, and for a while you thought maybe your aunt Joyce would be just as disconnected and aloof as your mom was, but you were wrong.

Joyce loved Will and Jonathan. With every bit of her heart, you saw it on full display the first time they came to visit, and every time they'd finally leave to go back to Hawkins it felt like they were taking some part of you with them.

It wasn’t as though your mom didn’t love you, she was just so focused on her career. Having a kid along the way was more a speed bump than a detour and you were just along for the ride. Conferences out of town all the time with you staying at your grandma’s, your mom’s bedroom door closed with light slipping under the crack into the wee hours of the morning as she worked. Then when you got older it was leaving a twenty on the counter with a note and a little heart, Be home in a few days, don’t just eat pizza it’s bad for you! Keep the door locked!

You remember catching her as your junior year of high school as she was leaving for another conference, bags packed and ready for the taxi waiting downstairs.

“Mom, can’t you just stay home one weekend? Call out sick? Maybe we could like, go see a movie or something, you know?”

“Oh, honey. Call out sick, that’s no way to work. I’ve been planning for this presentation for months, it’s a huge priority. I can’t.”

“But you’re never home, like, ever. One weekend won’t hurt–”

“One weekend turns into two turns into a month, it’s a slippery slope I can’t afford. The Reynolds across the hall said they’d drive you to your– was it chess thingy? So you don’t have to take the bus. Money’s on the counter. No pizza.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

And she gave you one of her small smiles, the forced kind where you wished she hadn't, and she left without a second thought like she always did.

It’s a huge priority.

But you weren’t.

She didn’t make it to your science fair. She wasn’t around to drop you off at school dances. She missed your chess tournaments.

You were the parent.

Looking after yourself. Making your own decisions and you thought maybe if it had been more like Lonnie maybe it would’ve been better. Maybe if she was meaner or something. Maybe if you had a reason to hate your mom was it would make it easier because anything would be better than the indifference you swam in every single day.

Maybe that’s why you were relieved to see your aunt.

Maybe that’s why you finally felt at home in Hawkins.

Maybe that’s why you don’t want to go back to Indianapolis.

Maybe you’re not so alone.

Maybe you share more than you think with others.

With Steve.

APRIL 24TH, 1966 • HAWKINS, INDIANA 🎶 tears in my eyes, justin caradine

Steven Gary Harrington, a semi-namesake to his father, set up to fall before he could even walk.

His dad had never wanted for anything. Given everything by his father, Gary Senior. See, money could buy you anything. It got Gary Junior good grades. It got him out of trouble at school. It got him into college. It got him his degree. And in turn he got the family law firm on a silver platter when his father died.

He had it all, down to the beautiful and perfect trophy wife on his arm at every party, every event, every gala. And much like it went with your mom – Ellie Byers – Gary didn’t find his son to be a detour, but a box to check and eventual heir to the firm. He was ‘building a legacy for the Harrington name’.

Steve’s mom, Carol, wanted to be supportive and at first she was, staying home with their son when he was little and taking care of the household, but one weekend in August when Steve was seven it all changed.

She was cleaning the cars out like she did every Saturday, a trash can and vacuum on hand to throw away what little trash there was. There was no particular reason why she decided to open the glove box, after all it needed a key, but she had it and when it clicked open a pair of panties fell out. A pair of red, lacy panties that did not belong to her fell out. The first of many indicators that she was not the only woman in Gary Harrington’s life and the first time she raised her voice to him.

Steve had heard the arguing from out in the backyard while he practiced his baseball swing. The kitchen window was open and their voices carried perfectly on the breeze so that he could hear every word.

“Who do they belong to, Gary?? Your secretary? The intern? Who is she?? Some hussy you met at the–”

“I told you! I don’t know, Carol! I don’t know how they got there. I loan the car out to the guys all the time, they could belong to anyone.”

“I found a number, Gary, on a fucking napkin and it’s addressed to you: Gary, call me next time you’re in town. Ringing any bells now?”

Silence.

Steve remembers hearing the front door slam so hard it made the screen on the back patio slider rattle in the frame and when he’d gone back inside he found his mom leaning on the kitchen counter with her back to him.

He’d tried to ask what was wrong, if everything was okay, and when she turned around she put on a big smile for him. Told him it was all okay, they’d just had a little discussion. She made him his favorite dinner and took him for ice cream. Everything is just fine, Stevie. But he knew it wasn’t and after that his mom went with his dad on every single company trip while grandma stayed with Steve until he was old enough to be left alone.

Thirteen. That was old enough to take care of yourself, and grandma got replaced by a twenty on the counter with no note and the keys to the car just in case. When they weren’t out of town, Gary tried to take Steve to company events once he was high school. Tried to get him involved in conversation with firm partners, teach him the language and the finesse it took to be in law, but all Steve wanted was to play baseball. To spend time with his friends. To be a kid. And after a gala at the mayor’s estate the summer before Steve’s sophomore year of high school everything blew up.

Gary introduced Steve to one of the firm’s biggest clients, proudly boasting how his son was going to be applying for law school in a few short years.

“Steven here is the Harrington legacy. A chip off the old block, aren’t you son?”

“Yeah, sure thing, chip off the old block.”

“Of course he’ll attend Cornell or Columbia if he wants, he’ll have his pick obviously, but if he wants to be like his old man he’ll go to Harvard. Best time of my life and man were the girls wild. They’d do anything you wanted once you told them you were in law. Still do! Am I right?”

The laughter then from the group of men lit a fire in Steve’s chest as he sat and listened to them all talk so casually about how many women they’d been with, how they got away with it. How they still did. And all Steve remembers is picking up the laughter with them, but in a disconnected and unhinged kind of way before finally chiming in.

“Totally, yeah cheating on my wife is definitely in the ten year plan. Just like you, dad.”

All sound felt like it’d been sucked out of the room as Gary apologized profusely for his son’s behavior before grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out into the hallway of the estate.

“How dare you. How dare you embarrass me like that in front of a client!”

“Mom is literally in the room with us, and you’re standing there talking about how you–you’re going around banging other women?? And-and how funny it is that you get away with it?”

That was the first, and last, time Gary put hands on Steve. A slap to the cheek that stung and sent a flush across his face and pulled tears from his eyes. Regret flashed across Gary’s face, but he tightened against it by adjusting his tie and running a hand through his hair.

“Enough, Steven. Get back in there.”

“Fuck you, dad.”

And Steve walked the two miles home knowing three things. He didn’t want to go to law school. He didn’t want to take over the Harrington Firm. And he didn’t want anything to do with his dad.

So he poured himself into baseball and swimming and lifeguarding at the pool during the summers. Into Tommy Hagan, Carol Neilsen, and Nicole Dryfus. Into working two jobs to buy a car with his own money. Into literally anything that didn’t involve being home and he made a name for himself – King Steve. No one would tell him what he could or couldn’t do.

And that’s why you confuse him.

Why you’ve turned things on their head.

You challenge him, but not like his dad. Or Tommy. Or Kyle.

You make him stop and think.

What if he changed?

And what if he liked it?

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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nobody puts baby in the corner

steve has always been your best friend, nothing more, but when you have a falling out with tommy he finally realizes what’s been there all along | (  3.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

N O B O D Y P U T S B A B Y I N T H E C O R N E R 🎶 bending back, art school girlfriend

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Tommy sniped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the door. He was unsteady on his feet and your stomach dropped as he fumbled his keys from his pocket.

Things had been unraveling between you for a while, not that it was ever really good, but when Steve hadn’t pushed past ‘best friends’ you felt yourself settle for the other boy. You weren’t exclusive by any means, but after Carol left for college you sort of fell together as you filled the void she left behind.

When Tommy wasn’t being an asshole he could be sweet sometimes, but the weight of keeping up appearances and maintaining his status - and maybe the fact you weren’t Carol - had turned him into a pressure cooker.

So. You were here. Again. The voice inside your head telling you this was it. The breaking point. You couldn’t do it anymore.

“But—Steve said he’d drive us,” you protested, pulling your arm away from him. Tommy always drove home buzzed and you hated it, but this was different. He was drunk. Glancing over your shoulder you gave Steve a panicked look and he ran his hands anxiously through his hair, taking a couple steps closer to you both.

“Hey, c’mon man, you’re wasted you can’t driv—“

“No one asked you, Harrington,” Tommy cut him off, rounding on his friend to get in his face.

Steve could smell the booze, the cheap cigars, could see the glassy look of his eyes. Giving you a quick glance, he drew his brows together in concern and reached to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Tommy, c’mon, I can drive yo—“

There was no warning as Tommy pulled back and loosed a punch to Steve’s face, sending him stumbling backwards and into the sofa behind him, “I don’t need your help, man.”

“Jesus, Tommy!” your heart leapt into your throat as you watched Steve put his fingers to the bloodied cut on his lip, clambering up from where he’d landed.

“You’re drunk. Shit. At least call a cab,” Steve’s tone held heat, obviously frustrated, but he was persistent, still trying to be a friend even when he didn’t want to be. He took a few steps back toward Tommy, fingers brushing against yours as he passed, and grabbed the keys from him, “Don’t. Drive. Please.”

They leveled each other, Steve’s breathing a bit quicker than Tommy’s as his fingers came back to the cut on his lip.

Huffing a laugh Tommy shook his head, wagging a finger in Steve’s face. “You think you’re so fucking cool. So ‘responsible’ now. Right? With your little shithead kids chasing you around,” he took a step in toward Steve again, swaying slightly as he planted his feet. “Well. Let me tell you something, King Steve, we don’t need that shit here, m’kay?”

Rounding on you, Tommy’s hand went for your arm again, but Steve slapped it away, “She’s not going.”

Tommy looked from you, to Steve, then back to you again and started laughing, but the both of you could tell it wasn’t funny. “So what, you speak for her now, Harrington? She’s got her own voice, go on,” too quick for you to step back, he gave your shoulder a push. It was small, but as soon as he touched you Steve was on him.

“Don’t touch her,” the look in his eye was something you’d never seen before. Something was different. This side of Steve. There was a confidence that hadn’t been there before, a steady strength. It made you feel safe, but Tommy’s eyes flashed with doubt.

Then he doubled down.

“Or what?” Tommy cut at him, getting right back in his face, and Steve didn’t want to fuck around anymore.

“Or you’re gonna do something stupid! Just get outta here. You wanna leave? Then go. She’s already said she’s staying. Walk it off man, you can get your keys in the morning,” Steve’s voice was firm, but the hard look in his eye from earlier had faded a bit and in its place was something a little softer. Sadder.

“Whatever. Everyone knows you’ve got it bad for him anyway,” Tommy snapped, getting in your face for only a second, and then he stepped back toward the door, “You’ll have to tell me how she is Steve, since apparently she’s saving it for you. Fucking prude.”

You felt Steve’s eyes on you as your cheeks burned hotly, dropping your gaze to the floor, silently begging for it to open up and swallow you whole. Anything other than this.

A few people filtered back in from the kitchen after hearing raised voices, and someone tried to take Tommy’s shoulder, but he shoved them off on his way out. “Outta my way,” he slammed the door so hard the frame shook, throwing the room into silence.

You were stuck in your head then, closed off, Tommy’s words playing over and over and over in your mind:

Tell me how she is Steve.

She’s saving it for you.

Fucking prude.

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying until you felt a hand take yours and you pulled in a sharp breath as you blinked back into reality.

“Sorry,” Steve’s voice was low and gentle as he took a small step back. Rubbing the back of his neck he wanted to give you a smile, something, anything to reassure you, but everything just felt so heavy.

Swallowing thickly you felt more tears cut down your cheeks, your throat tight as you choked back your feelings. “Uhm—“ you tried to keep your voice as even as you could, but it wobbled, “—can we go? Outside or…” You couldn’t finish your thought without loosing the sob stuck in your chest, but Steve knew. He knew.

“Yeah, yeah okay. Sure,” without hesitation he took your hand gently in his and looked out back through the patio slider. Peter was doing a keg stand while the rest of everyone chanted his name and Steve knew that wasn’t it. He hummed in thought for a minute and then brought his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you home, but I gotta fix this,” his tongue darted out to feel the cut on his lip, “Got a first-aid kit or somethin’ at your place?”

You nodded eagerly just wanting to leave and Steve took the hint. Pulling you both out to his car quick, he made sure to get you settled in your seat first before coming around and getting in, starting the short drive down the road to your house.

You’d moved in across the street from the Harrington‘s back in second grade after your dad got a job at the plant in town. With the Wheeler’s right there too there were plenty of friends around and between you, Steve, Nancy and Mike - and eventually the others - there was no shortage of fun growing up.

Grade school passed quickly with shared lunches and swapped desserts. You played in Steve’s pool while your parents watched him with his mom and dad out of town all the time. And in the 5th grade he finally figured out how to climb up the tree outside your bedroom window. So sneaking in at night to watch Family Ties became a thing.

Middle school was much the same, but the social pecking order started with school dances and “boyfriends” and girlfriends” and you tried to keep up with him. He took to popularity so easily, but he always made sure to include you. And you still swapped dessert at lunch. And he still snuck in your window.

But high school. Oh god.

People were cruel, unforgiving, and while Steve still made sure to bring you along it was harder for you to fit in. You were just a little nerdier, not into make-up or fashion, and the girls you surrounded yourself with maintained hollow friendships. Carol at least didn’t seem to mind you, but she was attached to Tommy’s face every minute of the day and with Steve chasing after Nancy, you had to forge your own way.

You still got invites to parties and whatever, but Steve was sneaking in through Nancy’s window instead of yours and you quickly became the fifth wheel. College was a shared pressure for all of you, kind of bringing people back together for a minute, but when Carol got in and Tommy didn’t a rift started between them and they fought a lot. Your group was fracturing. Steve and Nancy broke up and she started dating Jonathan Byers and then he just kind of disappeared. And that left you with Tommy until right before graduation…

Steve came back.

He stood a little taller, wasn’t as bothered to adhere to the rules of popularity, was hanging around with Nancy’s little brother and his friends. And one night, right after summer started in the glow of the warm Indiana sunset, he threw a rock at your window and climbed up the tree to your room.

He knew you and Tommy had grown close by proximity, knew about the falling out with Carol and felt bad about how he’d just up and left you. And after whatever had transpired over the time he was gone, his priorities had changed. It almost felt like grade school again with how easily you two fell into conversation, laughing until you cried – you were close again, but this time there was something more.

Something soft. A warmth that had nestled in your chest. An ember glowing in the dark and Steve had been the one to bring it to life.

Steve pulled into the driveway of your house, the windows dark, porch doused in black as you’d forgotten to leave a light on. Your parents were off helping your grandma for the weekend and you didn’t think of those things like your mom did.

The engine of Steve’s BMW rumbled to a still as he pulled the key from the ignition and you could feel him glance over at you. Your eyes were puffy from crying quietly on the drive home, and thankfully Steve hadn’t pushed you on it, keeping the radio on low to offer you what little privacy he could.

Before he could make it around to your side of the car, you quickly got out and made your way to the front door, grabbing the key from under the flower pot to get in. Steve made sure to lock it behind him as he came in after you while you went around turning a few lights on before grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom.

Walking back into the kitchen, kit in hand, you nearly dropped it as you ran into him leaning against the counter, but his hands were quick to steady you. “Sorry,” he said softly, “Bad place to wait.”

You managed a small smile and set the kit on the counter next to him, but it fell a bit when you finally saw his lip in some proper light. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, opening the little white box and digging out a couple of cotton balls and some peroxide.

Steve gave you a smaller version of his grin and laughed a little, “That bad?”

You hummed in thought for a minute as you soaked a cotton ball from the bottle in your hand. “Won’t need to amputate anything, but this is gonna sting,” you gently teased, finally really looking at him for the first time that night.

He loosed a soft chuckle and stooped so you could reach his lip, but when your eyes met his smile fell bit. His eyes were warm, flecks of gold and caramel swimming in honey, and you felt the little ember in your chest grow brighter. “S’okay,” he murmured.

Your hand trembled ever so slightly as you lifted the cotton ball to his lip, sorry whispered just before you pressed it against the cut.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed as his eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his jaw tensing as he bit down hard. You moved to pull your away, but his hand gently caught yours and he shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay,” and you believed him. A few more dabs and some neosporin later it looked a little better.

As you put everything back in the kit, you felt the lump in your throat had shrunk a little. Felt a little more like you. The quiet, the space, Steve, had helped. Worrying your lower lip between your teeth you glanced over to see Steve’s hand resting on the counter as you closed up the kit.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, and you lifted your gaze up to meet his again.

Taking in a small breath you let it out slowly, wrapping your arms around your chest, “Yeah. I’ll be okay.” You gave him a little smile, but it weakened when he didn’t return it. His brows were furrowed with concern and he most probably didn’t believe you. Maybe you didn’t believe you either.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he lifted his hand from the counter, wanting to touch you, but tucked it into his pocket instead.

It’s okay if you’re not.

Your throat tightened again and tears gathered along your lashes. As you pressed them shut you finally felt his hands at your waist and you let him pull you in, arms wrapping around you warm like the sun.

The cries you’d thought you’d swallowed came climbing back up your throat and you let them free, Steve’s shirt catching your tears for you. He held you like that for a long time, his cheek resting against the top of your head until your shoulders stopped shaking.

Lifting you away from his chest, he cupped your face in his hands and gently brushed his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears. “You deserve so much better than that,” he said, leaning down to look into your eyes, “You deserve everything.”

Breath catching in your throat you wanted to love what he was saying, wanted to fold back into him, but all those memories — all that time without Steve — flooded your mind and you felt yourself get angry. “Where were you? It sucked. It sucked so much. And Carol left and it was just Tommy and…” you sucked in a breath, Steve taking in every word you said, “And we missed you. We needed you. I needed you.”

Your confession caught you by surprise and you clamped your mouth shut, watching as Steve’s expression melted into a muddled mix of sadness and regret.

“I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but—“ he was struggling to put what had happened in the Byer’s living room into words, “—but it wasn’t safe and– and I wasn’t going to put you in a situation where you’d get hurt. If anything happened to you…” He let out a sigh of frustration and leaned his head back against the cabinets behind him.

Not safe? What situation? Questions were swirling around in your head and Steve knew it.

Leaning back down to you he bit in his lower lip and winced, forgetting about the cut there, and you grimaced along with him, your anger fading a bit. “I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but not right now. I just–” he lifted a hand back up to your cheek, lips pulling down into a frown, “–I realized it too late, but…I needed you too.”

I needed you too.

Steve never broke a promise, not to you, and he knew you’d hold him to it, so you didn’t push him and instead put your trust in him like you used to. Lifting your hand to your cheek you rested your hand over the top of his and leaned into his touch, threading your fingers with his. “Will you stay here tonight?” you asked quietly. It had nothing to do with Tommy, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, he was done with you, but you couldn’t bear the thought of lying in the dark. Of being alone in the inky black of your room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Whatever you need,” his other hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “My parents don’t give a shit long as I’m home to take the trash out.”

You both laughed then, cos it was true. Murmuring a quiet thank you, you pulled away from him, feeling keenly the absence of his hands in yours as they fell away. Flicking off the light he followed your silent cue, trailing after you down the hallway to your room.

Grabbing him a spare toothbrush from the cabinet in the hallway, you both got ready for bed. Swimming in the oversized Colts t-shirt that your older brother had left behind, you yanked on a pair of sweats and crawled under your covers while Steve finished up in the bathroom.

You heard the light switch off and Steve’s feet down the hallway as he peeked his head in through your doorway. “I can sleep on the couch,” he said softly, thumbing back toward the living room.

“No, stay,” it came out almost too quick and silence stretched for a second before you added, “Please.” Your cheeks grew warm and you were thankful for the dark as he murmured an okay back to you, kicking his shoes off at the foot of your bed.

The mattress dipped as he crawled up to you, his jacket and belt discarded back in the bathroom, and settled his head on the pillow next to yours. More silence hung between you, but your minds were anything but – you under the covers and Steve on top of the comforter. You thought maybe he was falling asleep until he said…

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. Then the mattress dipped again as he turned into you, your eyes meeting in the dim light of the moon that fell through your window. “I’ll always be here for you. Always,” and the tone in which he said it was one you’d only heard him use once.

You’d gotten in a fender bender right after graduation and fractured your wrist. It was nothing life-threatening, but he’d come to the hospital right away and stayed by your side for the few hours it took to get x-rays, meds, and a cast.

I’m not leaving. He insisted. It wasn’t even anything serious, but it had scared the shit out of him and after tonight there was no doubt in his mind about how he felt. He might not have been ready to say it yet, but you felt it too.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Another beat of silence and you felt yourself start to shrink away, but suddenly his hands were on your cheeks, warm and reassuring and safe. It would make his cut sting, but he didn’t care. Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you, soft and sweet, and when he pulled away you felt him smile against you.

Neither of you said anything after that, but you both were content to just lay next to each other there in the dark. Pulling your hand out from under the covers to find his, you tangled your fingers together, breaths spacing out as the tension left your bodies.

You fell asleep there in your room holding hands, a silent promise to each other to not leave again, and it was one neither of you intended to break.

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