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tonyspank · 2 years ago

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HEART 2

Summary: Rumours spread like wildfires and you have to convince the ex-pirate that you’re not such a bad person.

Warnings: Idek!

A/N: she’s so cute

Words: 2.0k

Tara Carpenter x Female! Reader

PART ONE

It was a calm Friday evening, the wind was blowing, the street lines were on and you were walking down the slightly busy paths of Blackmore University. With Chad, of course.

You two had just finished football practice, and it had been three days since the Halloween party. Chad was sweaty, his grey Nike compression shirt had a dark stain on the back, while, you were completely dry.

And the only reason you were was because you had gotten in trouble with your coach about your actions at the party. Should Chad also have been in trouble, yes. Did you take the blame for him, yes.

For your coach, the story was that you had started an altercation with Frankie, turning into a fight which led to Chad jumping in to separate it, which only lead to him getting hit in his nose.

There had also been stories going around about how Sam Carpenter, the 'mastermind' behind last year's killings in Woodsboro tased you. Saying that they wouldn't expect less from a murderer.

"Are you excited to see Tara?" Chad teases, bumping your shoulder with his fist. You shake your head as a small laugh leaves your mouth.

"About that..." Chad furrows his eyebrows, "Don't tell me she cancelled your date."

Now it's your turn to furrow your eyebrows, you turn your head to Chad, no longer watching the path in front of you. "Date?! What do you mean date!"

"What do you mean, what do I mean date?!" He says, repeating your words even louder. "It was never a date?" You state, confused.

Was it a date? Tara had given you another note the day after the party, asking you to meet her at a park not too far from the university.

"Y/N! Why would it not be a date!"

You shrug your shoulders, "I don't know!"

Chad lets out a loud groan, slapping his forehead with his free hand, "If a girl gives a note. Right?" You nod at his words and he continues, "And it says HEART, right?" You nod again, but slower.

"Then it flipping means it's a date. She put heart, twice! Not once, but TWICE!"

You stop walking. Chad also stops, and you can't help but mutter, "Fuck!" You throw your head back, continuing to walk. "It was a fucking date. But I'm not ready for a date, I mean I am!— I don't wanna end up hurting her or I just!—"

Chad stops your rambling, "I know that you're scared to date again, but Tara's not Kayla, Y/N. And she doesn't even watch football, she watches futbol, so I highly doubt she even knows who you are."

You bite on your lip, "Actually... I think she does." Chad turns his head to you, "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday... I was walking and I called out Tara's name and she sent me the meanest glare I've ever seen in my entire life. And I think I know why."

"Why?" You pull out your phone, showing Chad the articles they had written about her sister and you.

"Y/N Y/L/N attacks someone at a frat party, shortly after that the star receiver is assaulted by Sam Carpenter, a born serial killer. The victim says they were scared for their life once seeing Carpenter lift a weapon." He reads, confused. "Wait? What? You didn't even make a statement about what happened?"

"Exactly! And I didn't even physically see Sam lift a weapon, I just felt it." You say nonchalantly shrugging it off.

"Tara probably thinks you did make that statement." He mumbles, "We gotta go see her." Chad picks up his pace, and you can't do anything but follow him confused. "Wait! You mean now?" You shout out, jogging after the fast-walking athlete.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You ask Chad, he had just knocked on the door of the Carpenter-Bailey apartment. Chad stares ahead waiting for the door to be opened, "Of course. Just hide a bit."

You step out of the view of the peephole, "Oh. Okay?" A few more seconds pass and there are multiple clicks heard before the door opens.

"Chad, hey?" You hear Sam say. "Hi! Is Tara here?" Sam steps aside, showing Tara sitting down on the couch, along with Mindy.

"Hey, sis!" Chad waves, he then proceeds to grab you by your shoulders guiding you in front of him and into the apartment. Sam's slight smile leaves her face, along with Tara and Mindy's.

"What is she doing here?" Sam asks, obviously upset by the fact that you're standing in her apartment. "She's here to explain."

You send everyone a nod and wave, "Uh, yeah. Um, I didn't actually say those things... I didn't even make a statement. I only talked to my coach and I never even mentioned that you tased me, I just said that I got into an altercation with Frankie. Then I took the fall for Chad." You announce to everyone present, Chad nods his head agreeing with your words.

"Exactly! So whoever wrote that article lied. Who wrote it by the way?" Chad then asks you, you pull out your phone and pull up the article searching for the publisher's name.

"It says," You drag out, "Um. Kayla Burke."

Tara scoffs from the couch, "Wait, what? Are you serious?" Chad doesn't even let you answer him before he snatches the phone, and it indeed says, Kayla Burke.

"What the fuck!"

"Wait, who's Kayla Burke?" Mindy questions and Sam nods, wanting to know as well.

"Kayla Burke is Y/N's ex-girlfriend." Mindy's mouth turns into an 'O' shape, and she lets out an "Ohhh! The one that cheated on you, right?"

You take in a breath, looking at the ground and then at Chad who speaks up for you almost immediately, "Mindy. Not right now." The twin holds up her hand in surrender, Sam steps up voicing her input. "So, are you going to make a statement? To get all these rumours situated?"

You quickly nod, "Yes, I can ask my coach about it so that you're not thrown under the bus." You can almost see Sam visibly relax, "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't know people would say things like that."

"It's not completely your fault, I'm sorry for tasing you." You wave her off, "Already forgotten."

"So you're just going to take the blame for everything that happened at that party?" Mindy asks you with squinted eyes, it was clear she didn't trust you or just didn't believe you had a clear motive.

"I mean? Yeah? I'm already in deep shit for even fighting Frankie, so if it helps Sam clear her name, why not?" You shrug.

Mindy unbelievably nods at your words causing you to slump your shoulders.

"Tara," Her head lifts at your voice. "Can we talk?" She stares at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Um," You look around the room, all eyes on you. "Alone?" You feel Sam's eyes staring into the side of your head. "Just downstairs, please?"

Tara gets up, and walks out the door, not even looking back to see if you were following her or not. You give everyone one last look along with a tight-lipped smile, before following Tara who's seated at the end of the stairs.

You plop down beside her with a sigh, "Hey."

Her eyes stare into yours, and you can practically see the mental battle she's having with herself. She doesn't know if she can trust you, not after reading the articles about her sister and you.

And after reading the article about only you, after figuring out you were some sort of big deal to the school, she looked your name up. She found out about your ex-girlfriend and Frankie, and she believes you only helped her at the party to get back at Frankie in some way.

She also believes that you're a dickhead due to the leaked DM's people have posted of you into multiple 'Stab' subreddits.

But what she doesn't know is that you didn't want to get back at Frankie, you wanted to help her. She also doesn't know that those DM's are fake, and you don't even have any social media to direct message, anyone.

And she doesn't know the fact that you didn't know your hangout was supposed to be a date, not just a friendly get-together.

"Hey." She replies, leaning against the rail beside her. "I'm sorry about what Kayla said about your sister. I didn't even know she was back in journalism."

"Is it true about what you said about that girl?" You furrow your eyebrows at her question, "What?"

"You said something about Amber Freeman last month, right?" You shake your head, confused.

"Amber Freeman?" You say though it says more like a question. "You were texting people about Amber Freeman and how she was the peak of the ghost faces, and she deserved to get away with it."

"Tara—" She interrupts you, continuing. "Amber Freeman was my best friend, well, I thought she was until she tried to kill me. First, she stabbed me seven times, then broke my leg. And Chad, stabbed him seven times as well. So, you'd prefer to see her get away with stabbing your best friend?"

You swallow your spit, not looking away from the hard stare Tara was giving you. "Tara... I never wrote any of those DM's."

Tara's face falls, but she doesn't say anything letting you proceed to talk. "I used to live in Woodsboro and people found out, so of course they wanted me to get involved in all that Ghostface shit, but I never said anything about Amber or anything else about Ghostface."

You chuckle to yourself, "I don't even have any social media to text stuff like that."

"Well, shit." She mutters, "I'm so sorry—"

"It's okay, I have a question though." She furrows her eyebrows, "What is it?"

"Was our hangout tomorrow supposed to be a date?" Tara's face heats up, "Um. I don't— If you wanted it to?" She stutters out, a smile on her face as she finishes.

She looked so cute when she was flustered.

"I think I do want it to be a date now."

"Now?" You stand up from the stairs, holding out a hand. "What about before?" Tara grabs your hand, standing up with you.

"Y/N! What'd you think before!" She yells out after you as you walk up the steps.

You can't help but laugh at the girl.

She stops you from opening the door by grabbing your arm, forcing you to face her. "What'd you think before!"

"Wow! You really hate being out of the loop." Her smile increases, "There's a loop? More people know about this?" You laugh.

As your laugh dies down, you inspect the shorter girl's face in front of you, who smiles up at you, her dark freckles scattered across her face, and her deep dimples prominent in her smile. Along with those pink plum lips you can't help but stare at, noticing this she licks them, and you look back at her eyes, only to find them staring back with a steady gaze.

"Has anyone told you that you have a cute face," Tara whispers, you chuckle, she probably doesn't even know what she just told you as she's so caught up in the moment. Her hand reaches to your face, trailing over all of your features before lingering on your cheek.

Your heart was pounding, and you were almost scared that Tara might've heard it herself. You began leaning in slowly, drawing your lips closer to hers, she felt so warm and inviting.

Her lips part slightly, and she closes her eyes leaning in with you, you could feel her breath on your lips until you finally connected them.

At first, the kiss was soft and delicate, inside your stomach felt like a sanctuary for butterflies, but on the outside, it felt like fireworks going off, your hands found her waist, deepening the kiss and earning a slight noise from the ex-pirate.

In Tara's mind, she found herself already addicted. You and this kiss were so intoxicating, and she knew once it ended, she'd want it to be repeated.

You pulled away, and Tara shamelessly chased your lips, you chuckle. "Does that answer how I felt before?"

"No, you might need to tell me again."

Your smile, pulling her back into another kiss.

#reader insert #jenna ortega x reader #wattpad #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you #scream 6 #scream #fem!reader

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lycankeyy · 4 months ago

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Okay here's the whole thing I filled out with boyf in-character enjoy his one total braincell if he's lucky. I'm putting zero effort into formatting this bc tumblr is glitchy on my phone blank template is here

(cw: sexual humor. also a bunch of intentional typos and gratuitous swearing)

1. Okay, first question: what’s your name, age, and gender?

- they call me boyfriend im 19 and i sap the gender out of the music

2. How would you describe yourself, personality-wise?

- fuckkk man idk. im p chill i think ig im pretty cool. pretty swag pretty gamer

3. What’s a typical day like for you?

- welll I wake up at like. 11 usually at earliest and I hang out w one of my partners sometimes I watch movies w em or work on music. not a lot going on usually

4. How do you wind down at the end of the day? Do you even wind down?

- most of the time i literally just wait until i crash out sometimes gf and peeks gotta drag me to bed lol

5. What is your earliest memory?

- UHHHHH oh god uhhh. I think. When I was like five we went to a festival or smth and we went on one of those twirly things and I made my dad spin the thing so hard I threw up LMAO

6. What is/was your relationship with your parents?

- i mean p good i think but we dont rly tlak anymore thats mostly my fault tho

7. What do you do when you’re bored?

- succumb to the madness mostly

8. Do you regret anything you’ve done?

- i mean not like currently

9. Do you dress to be functional or fashionable?

- bro i wear the same exact fucking outfit every day to be honest with you lol. It's not like I'm fuckin going anywhere

10. Who are your best friends? How did you meet them?

- DUUUDE assuming my partners don't count gotta shout out my man darnell we've been workin on a collab ep recently it goes hard as fuckkkkk. we met back in the stupid therapy program back in middle school he introduced me to pico n nene

11. Have any siblings? If so, what is your relationship?

- yea got a big sister and a lil bro. they're both sweet but kinda clueless tbh. technically got other stuff goin on too but im kinda worried that ill get like the government on my ass if i talk abt it

12. What is your job? Is it tiring or difficult?

- closest thinf ive got to a job is music ig and nah. really wouldn't rather be doing anything else even if it payed more tbh. when I get burnt out I wanna die but thafs not a big deal lmao

13. When you’re going through a rough time, do you seek help or consolation from others?

- on a scale of liek paper cut to nearly died how rough are we talking

14. How easy is it for others to gain your trust?

- ive been told im pretty trusting but i feel like any person whos meant to hurt me was pretty upfront abt it so ┐(´∀｀)┌

15. What is your sexuality, if you don’t mind me asking?

- all the time all the time

16. Do you have a significant other? What are they like?

- "a" singular. lol. lmao even. bros asking if I got one singular partner lmao try two bitch and thyere the best most important people in the world

17. Have you ever lost a loved one?

- not like perminently

18. How often do you act on impulse? Does it ever backfire?

- lsiten if i do it all the time then like statisicly it only backfires like 40% of the time okay

19. Do you believe in ghosts?

- I believe in everyone bro

20. How about aliens?

- aliens are hisyorically very mean to me but ig i can just then believe that they can be better people. or aliens

21. What traits do you value the most in others?

- uhhh probably like being just nice ig? idk i think it can take a lot more effort than people think to be considerate and stuff I appreciate when people are nice even if they have a reason not to be

22. Do you dream often? What are your dreams like?

- i used to not to but somethings happened and now I get them all the time. don't really want to talk about it they're mostly just weird

23. Are you a light or heavy sleeper? Do you sleep in?

- my partners say im such a heavy sleeper that one time i slept through gf falling off the bed in the middle of the night but I was asleep so I can't cofnirm

24. Okay, this is a bit personal, but… Have you ever (uh) “done the do”?

- dude like u wouldn't believe

25. Do you have any pets?

- nah but I think it would be cool to have a guinea pig they seem chill and I appreciate their vibes

26. Ever been drunk before? How often do you drink?

- i try not to toooooooo much but i think i have a hard time telling when too much is too much. dont tell my parents

27. Are you respectful to authority figures?

- they only have as much authority as you give them. manipulate a landlord today

28. What kinds of movies do you like you watch?

- https://youtu.be/HgjyQ0_coJo?si=L5Bzhey5cxaoNpWU

29. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

- ██████ █████ █ ███████ ████ ███ ████ ███████ ███ ████ ████████████ ██ ███ ███ ████ ██ one time nene found it in my dresser and I almost DIED wait was this question not about sex stuff

30. What would you say is the happiest memory of your life?

- ohh thats hard uhh. happiest is hard to qualify i think. I think I'm happiest whenever I think abt waking up next to my partners

31. How about your worst memory?

- thats a good question

32. What did you aspire to be when you were young? Did that dream change as you grew up?

- i didn't think I'd be fuckign anythang

33. How far would you be willing to go to get what you want?

- u gotta quantify what I want here tbh. is it like a chocolate bar or one billion dollars. cuz id kill someone for a billion dollars. honestly i might also kill someone for a chocolate bar but like not as badly

34. What is sure to ruin your day?

- idk nearly dying again probably

35. Do you have any nervous habits?

- uhhh sometimes i mess with my hair and when i get rly upset i pull at it til it hurts. i used to scratch my face a lot when i was upset too but it freaks ppl out so i try not to if i can help it

36. Play video games often?

- i tryyyyy but i get distracted so fast i play a game and im like oh shit this reminds me of another thing i was gonna play n then i go play that and then I never FINISH ANYTHIGN

37. What kind of things do you laugh at?

- https://youtu.be/47EOSLWu-EI?si=kuzPv2Vndl91Oj3C

38. Favorite genre of music?

- BROOOO ok gonna be basic as shit and say breakcore. also a huge fan of speedcore and drill & bass but breakcore is my home. i wishhh it wasn't called this but my favorite like subgenre of breakcore is probs lolicore not for any fuckin weird reason but just bc the way the vocals are usually mixed scratches my brain sooooooo fuking good. listen to various types of ads by loli in early 20s and youll get it. i fucking love experimental breakcore my favorite album rossz csillag alatt született mixes breakcore+dr&b w classical and it's sooooo fucking good it's SO good i need to learn more fuckin instrument plug ins so I can make shit like that. in general i just love music that feels like it's fuckin drilling it's way into youre brain and rewiring it i want the music to fuckin labotomize me fr

39. What do you think your spirit animal would be if you had one?

- idk maybe a rat i like rats. dude imagine if i was a rat like ritz we could have cheese together. we can do that anyway but it would be more awesome

40. Have an accent of any kind?

- yea autism

41. Chess or checkers?

- checkers i have no idea how to play chess but it sounds convoluted as fuk

42. Do you feel sentimentality toward a particular object?

- i love my laptop even if I get a new computer and this thing breaks completely im keeping this laptop ily laptop

43. Are you generally pretty secretive, or are you an open book?

- im like accidentally secretive i dont even try like wtf do you mean im supposed to talk about shit

44. What are you most embarrassed about?

- i feel like this was addressed in the nene thing

45. What are your deepest fears?

- have you ever seen that fuckin brony stuff where people get teleported to pony world as horses gf is obsessed with that kinda thing but that's TERRIFYING if i woke up as a horse id fuckin die of a heart attack

46. How desperate would you have to be to lie to, steal from, injure, or murder another person? Do you do any of those things regularly?

- i like the implication that i would admit to murdering ppl on a regular basis

47. Do you have any scars? How did you get them?

- it's so fucked up i got this scar on my face and it's so bad bc I don't even scar that easy like i get into fights my entire life but i only got one scar just bc some weeb tried to kill me. like ok

48. Say someone has mistreated you in some form. Would you immediately lose your temper, hold a grudge, or simply let it go?

- you wouldnt believe my epic power to do all of those simaltaneusly

49. How do you deal with physical and mental pain?

- max volume noise nothing can hurt me if the Loud

50. What is your ideal place to live?

- never thought abt it tbh ig anywhere with my partners

51. What was your childhood like?

- just 18 years of stupid therapy programs and stupid special ed classes and ppl telling me how to think and how to act and like I was 4 years old forever i don't careeee

52. What is your favorite kind of weather?

- i think snow is pretty

53. How important to you is friendship? What about romance?

- i think they're both pretty great but idk i feel like urself should be most important bc idk shit happens and ppl leave so if you dont like yourself youre just gonna be stuck with some miserable loser who doesnt have any friends as ur only company

54. Have any disabilities, weaknesses, or allergies?

- i feel like in a hypothetical situation i would be pretty weak to godzilla

55. What’s your favorite thing to eat?

- SPICY FOOOOOOOD my spice tolerance fucks hard i will drink hot sauce. right now holdbon

56. Do you have kids? If not, do you picture yourself ever having them?

- could you fucking imagine.

57. How well can you sing?

- idk but i like it

58. Are you particularly confident? Does your confidence level change if less people are around?

- if nobody got me i know i got me

59. Do you like shopping?

- delivery apps were invented for a reason

60. How do you interact with strangers?

- tbh i usually just tune out anyone that's not talking to me LMAO

61. Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved?

- not like perminently

62. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

- don't like this question

63. If you could meet anyone from the past or future, who would it be?

- fuckkkkk my gf isn't home rn can I pick her

64. If a genie granted you three wishes, what would they be?

- money bigass house and then I wouldn't use the last one so we could just vibe forver

65. Do you like attention?

- ask pico

66. Are you glad I’ve run out of questions to ask?

- ig bc im puttin off chores ily though

#💛#fc!bf #funkycule au #there is One reference to rgbfverse LMAO #long post

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calciumdeficientt · 6 months ago

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hi if i dm you my oc for bully can u do the headcanons thing? also for characters how would you feel about doing hal from the greasers? he’s my favourite and i think he’s pretty underrated

Feel free to send your oc over! I’m am genuinely obsessed with other people’s ocs everyone puts so much thought into them, in the meantime please enjoy my Hal hcs :3333

If Hal has no fans I’m dead. They could never make me hate you Hal Esposito

Hal Esposito hcs

- one thing i alway hate hate HATED about Hal’s voice lines was how rockstar trivialised his fatness and made it the crux of his personality because haha fat = funny but i like to think what it actually stems from is an overbearing mother trying to make up for lost time

-the greasers canonically live in and around the most underdeveloped and deprived areas of bullworth, so its not a particularly bad shout to assume Hal grew up poor, maybe with very little to eat, hence now… its all he can really think about

- also in the voice lines from when jimmy has to fight to earn the greaser’s hideout, Hal offhandedly critiques lucky for not enjoying his preferred channels “what, natural disasters and war footage doesn’t do it for you?” So i also like to imagine Hal is kind of a big history buff, and in true boy fashion he’s particularly fixated on the history of war and combat

-secretly, i reckon he enjoys building model planes and tanks, its basically what he does in the shop but way cooler (at least to him) and the fumes are just minorly different. He knows everything there is to know about the models too, including their life size counterparts. He can tell you everything trom the caliber of the fixed guns, the length of the wheel tracks, the wingspans, even down to the serial numbers and the dates they were patented and discontinued. Shit’s majorly impressive.

- his jacket was his dad’s, him and his mum split when he was pretty young, right after his little sister was born but Hal didn’t really take it so badly, at least not as badly as his parents had initially expected. He was old enough to know what divorce was, and somewhat wise enough to see that it would be better for both parents if they cut ties. The jacket is very very vintage and is falling apart from dry rot. Hal used leather softener stuff on it and re-lined it countless times but it still looks freshly plucked from a dumpster. Not that he minds, he thinks it makes him look rugged

- speaking of his little sister, he really loves that little girl. It’s where most of his money goes, he’s so incredibly soft for her. If he could have it his way shed have every single penny out of his pocket to spend on whatever she liked. She’s only little, barely in grade school but its still all but confirmed she’s going to bullworth when she gets old enough(based on the little kids I’m assuming is a mixed middle school/high school but that’s a an entirely different can of worms) , and god help everyone then. If he’s not already graduated, Hal will literally knock his grades down low enough to not graduate if it means he can hang around and protect his sister for just a smidge longer.

-this kid is so fucking smooth, it comes in the greaser gauntlet, you’ve gotta woo the ladies (or gents, they’re delinquents, not bigots) to get in or you’ll make them look bad. Hal’s a real Casanova but he gets the piss taken out of him because his taste is a little… unconventional. He’s just ahead of the curve, and heavy on the curve. It’s all but confirmed he likes bigger ladies and honestly who are we to take that away from him?

- he does that dude thing where he’ll slap you on the back when he hugs you and he is STRONG. He’s got big calloused hands with crazy surface area that wind you for a good 20 minutes after a pat on the back. Best to avoid him on your birthday too, his birthday digs are LETHAL (is that a thing in the US its a thing inthe UK?)

#bully cce #bully #bully canis canem edit #bully se #hal esposito #bully greasers #greasers bully #bully hcs #bully rockstar #bully scholarship edition #keeping it so real i had toi but myself off i could talk about this dude FOREVA

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malka-lisitsa · 1 year ago

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Well look at that it's 2024, and my new years resolution is to stay an unbothered icon queen, and hope the hater's die mad. But I also thought I'd take a second to shout out to the people who make the shit show of a year 2023 bearable, and even enjoyable in some cases.

As trash as the rpc has a tendency to be there are still a lot of you that make this place more than worth it. I clearly cant shout out to all 900 something followers but I can highlight some of you. If you're not listed don't worry I still appreciate you immensely for being here, these are just the people that have really impacted my time here so far.

@unsettledspirits / @zoomingupthathill what can i say that I already haven't. There's 3 months worth of daily reasons to love you. You built the one ship that beat Steferine with me, honestly it was a surprise to everyone. Happy to see you back on Max ruling over your ST kingdom.

@hybrid-royalty-main Damon you piece of shit, I hate you the absolute most, and I'm so glad youre here with all the boys tbh. You bring such a unique quality to each one of them. Especially were-jer, it has been an absolute HOOT watching you take on the challenges of a teenaged were pup.

@baby-royalty My sired child with loyalty so unwavering you make the sire bond in the show look tame lmfao. The universe pulled us together the second I stepped foot into this hellsite again and I have enjoyed watching you grow into the person and writer that you are now. I'm proud of you.

@klaeus Kiki I adore you sm, you and your knock off brand doppelganger and scruffy mutt hybrid (affectionate) I love talking about the show and dynamics and honestly just about everything with you. You try, and thats more than most people do for me. Plus your grafics are just chefs kiss.

@multi-royalty Maddie this is like 3 years we've been besties, the caroline to my Elena. I've loved watching you branch out into new circles of friends and grow as a writer. You're absolutely killing it.

@ofcrossrcads Cribby, my darling I adore you. You are simply the sweetest, and keeping you here aggressively as my friend was one of the best things ive done in my life. I am always right here if you need me for anything <3

@hargrove JT WTF. How are you so talented? Honestly youre the bees knees and I am SO HAPPY to have reached out to write with you bc I wasn't expecting Katherine and Billy but here they are and tbh im here for it. Tho everything you write is top notch, you're just flawless with every reply. And for that reason katherine said, you can go ahead and keep your halfbreed in the dog house. LMFAO. But for real I am so happy to have met you.

@petrovawitch Kenz, Katherine says fuck you for bringing her pain in the ass sister back- but im really glad you did. We adore you both even if we're spicy at times bc you know were brats hehe

@havvkinsqueen / @stanfordprepped My fellow digidestins, I am so happy to have met you. Both of you are just pure goodness spun into a little ball of sunshine. Honestly the most supportive people ever, the RPC needs you desperately. Just please remember that I have your back just as much as you have mine. We digidestin gotta stick together. <3

Ok ok ok I cant shout out to literally everyone individually so these people also are super important to me and have made my experience here this year amazing, thank you for all you do-

@langdhon@ravenskeeper@salvatoraes@sarcasticsnackpack@sithdestined@nexusvcrti@ofvalor@imundus@brokenbrxther@loyaltylanced@spellsigns@ruinedmyself@ravmalakh@touchedbydestiny

#the one and only... sort of: ooc #2024 follow forever #im sure i forgot ppl but its 1am and im exhausted #alexa play take it easy on me

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aingeal98 · 16 days ago

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thank you @apokoliptic for tagging me to do a 2024 writing review! I'm too shy to tag anyone but if you see this and want to do it consider this an open invitation!

# of stories posted to AO3: 6, gotta thank stephcass week for most of that drive lmao

word count posted for last year: 115,122

fandoms written for: dc, batgirl specifically

relationships: stephcass! And batfam but mostly stephcass

story with the most kudos, bookmarks, and comment threads: Adventures Through the Looking Glass which makes sense, tis the only multichap fic I started this year.

work you’re most proud of (and why): Razor's Edge! Fluff is my go to for fandom but I really do enjoy working on darker fic, and this one felt risky at times but turned out really satisfying.

work you’re least proud of (and why): Twice Owed and Once Paid, I struggle a lot with shorter fics. Always ends up feeling like I need more impact or powerful lines.

share or describe a favorite review you received: I appreciate every single comment but especially with the bad dad Bruce universe I made, like I've said I was really nervous dabbling with those darker dynamics and every review on all three fics that left their thoughts and opinions and curiosities, I treasure them so much. I don't think I'd have written a sequel to Occam if I hadn't gotten such encouraging comments and I'm so glad I did because I love writing that messed up universe so much

a time when writing was really, really hard: There's a massive gap in the year before stephcass week, I struggled with writing a lot last year and it shows.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: It's going to be predictable at this point but all the Cass and Bruce scenes in Razor's Edge lmao. Just thinking in my mind about how fucked up Bruce and Cass's dynamic could get if you dialed all the toxic elements up by a hundred, there were several times where I'd think of something and say shit can I write this? And then I got it into the word doc and it ended up fitting in well. Special shout out to him electrocuting her, that almost didn't make the final cut but I needed something to pack a punch and it worked out.

a favorite excerpt of your writing:

“I know I’m only one person. I know this is a huge risk. But Dick’s not here and Jason is broken and you’re… You’re all the parts that exist in my real sister that I don’t like to think too hard about. I’m not scared of you. I know you could kick my ass, but I’m not. I’m scared for you.”

how did you grow as a writer last year: Range! And also got better at writing quick oneshots as opposed to long multichapters that grew out of control

how do you hope to grow this year: Finish my multichapters. Stick to my schedule more than I did last year.

who or what was your greatest positive influence: Literally everyone who showed even a crumb of interest in my writing it probably shouldn't make up as much of my motivation as it does but to be quite honest the feedback did keep me going!

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: I read more of Duke's comics and I think it showed when I wrote him compared to the year before. Going off Outsiders and Signal vs that plus his entire introduction and We Are Robin.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: if you're torn between multiple projects create a schedule. One day to work on x another day to work on y. You can work on y on x days you just have to finish one chapter of x first. I get super indecisive and torn, when I'm trying to write one thing I'm always longing to write five other things. This helped me calm that longing.

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) this year: casscainweek! Also stephcass week and finishing ALL my ongoing fics. And finishing my original novel. Totally reasonable goals I will definitely accomplish :D

#my writing #my fics #dc rambles

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cacophony-eg · 2 years ago

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Hehe what do you think of Season 4 Lmk?

Though I haven't watch it yet but I will watch it when there's English subtitle but If you haved already watch it what do you think? :D

I feel safe answering this now without spoiling anyone.

I really enjoyed Season 4 of LMK, like if you asked me who stole the show, I would not be able to point out just one person or pair.

I even wanna give a shout out the accounting demon, who showed off her badass side protecting Yin and Gin (I swear she’s gotta be their sister, or cousin or some kind of family member cause I can’t imagine her protecting them like that other wise. I also can’t see her being hired help either since Yin and Gin always give this kind of broke as a side walk vibe.)

MK and Monkey, these two balls of sunshine just swell my heart with so much emotions during all their shared screen time.

MK and Mei are the best lovable, supportive, goofballs around.

MK and Macaque with baby monkey had me happy flapping so much. I love how even though Macaque is on the ‘good side’ he hasn’t become goodie goodie, but still tries to help in his own ways, and even became; dare I say, comforting when he saw MK flickering between forms.

Pigsy and Tang not only get great arch’s as individuals this season, but as a pair as well. Season 3 we got to see them really supporting one another but this season showed us how deep these two are dedicated to each other. Label their relationship however you want to, but no one can deny that Pigsy and Tang care a lot about each other (and their shared love of food).

All the interactions between Past Macaque and Wukong have me crying in the corner, both in joy and in sadness.

I would say the only person out of the main cast that got the short end of the stick would be Sandy. I love Sandy but this season didn’t really let him have a chance to shine. Even the ep with past Sandy, was more about Pigsy’s development and character growth then it had to do with Sandy’s. Outside of creating a blimp for the team to travel on, Mo did more than Sandy.

Mo not only hid Tang from the remaining Brotherhood group/ thus showing Tang Azure’s true intentions but was also the one that triggered Sandy’s memories to come back. Now let that sink in… MO the CAT who I swear has Sans from Undertales transportation abilities, had more of an impact on the plot than SANDY.

Even the small cameo that the Demon Bull Family had was a lot more impactful not only to the plot but emotionally impactful as well. Like DBK is such a disastrous Bi, that loves those who can step on him. Getting to see the beginning of PIF and DBK’s romance was a treat that I’m so glad was given to us. I think PIF only had one line this whole season, but that soft loving and fearful worry as she says ‘my love’ hit me in the feels so hard. SHE ONLY HAD ONE LINE BUT THIS QUEEN MADE IT COUNT FOR SO MUCH! Then poor Red Son not only had to watch both his parents get ripped away (AGAIN!!!!) I would say he got the most horrifying sucked into the scroll scene out of anyone this season. Azure really did not hold back on his hate for BDK’s and PIF’s Son. I say this, as I’m 90% sure Azure’s hate towards Red Son is more about Red Son being a product of BDK’s and PIF’s union than about Red Son personally. (So glad the bull family was part of the beach scene at the end of the S4 special, they needed this Vacation Day just as much as he main cast. Like can we go at least one season without tearing down/apart this family that’s trying to recover from not only their individual trauma but their group trauma as well? Please!)

Also it was just so cool seeing Red and Nezha standing side by side, readying themselves for the battle to come. (Not quite as cool as the shot of Red standing side by side with Macaque, but a close second.) I have feelings and theories revolving around Nezha and this season that I will save for a later post.

Inky, or Ink MK was such a delightful addition to the antagonist group, with so much potential and versatility, that I’m hoping we see a return of them in some form or another in the coming season.

Peng was is such a fun, bitchy love to hate you character that really made the most out of every single frame they were in.

Tusk is a little harder, he really didn’t get much time to show his personality till the special. (Outside of the fact that he likes to give big hugs <3). Thankfully the special did give use a better look at Tusk, and show off not only his more reasonable side, but how deeply he cares about his friends, even after he was captured he doesn’t regret him and his friends intentions. But I feel sorry for the big guy as I feel he must be feeling retry lost now that’s Azures gone and Peng seemingly abandoned them. I bet poor Tusk didn’t put up much of a fight when he was captured, cause he probably doesn’t even know what to do with himself now that all he values so dearly is gone.

Now for Azure, sweet heaven and hell, Azure Lion. I…. I am not normal about him. I haven’t been this not normal for an LMK character since Possessed Wukong, and anyone who fallows me knows how that turned out. I’ll probably do a post just in dedication of Azure, because that lion boy has got me feeling so many feelings, but right now I am still not okay from his ending so please send Azure fanfic suggestions, to help aid in my recovery.

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kats-comfort-corner · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Ch 85 Theory Post

Spoilers under the cut

*deep breath*

HE KNOWS

HE KNEW THE WHOLE TIME

I FUCKING KNEW IT

okay so i don't actually have any definitive proof or substantial evidence beyond this and almost 20 years of an obsession with this character's personality specifically

HOWEVER

Chapter 79

Key Points:

Shikamaru checks in immediately after seeing the weirdness and asks about what happened "when they were attacked by Boruto".

The translation might be a little weird here, 'cause I don't completely understand Eida's response - which is a shame because I think most of the analysis works better when you can grasp the nuance. Anyway, lol.

She starts off saying "Nothing really" - there's a pause where Kawaki tells her to tell Shikamaru that the Hokage's dead. So, jumping from, "Nothing, all good" to "oh shit actually the Hokage is dead, my bad" is maybe slightly suspicious.

Chapter 80

Key Points:

Eida says rather bluntly that the Hokage has been killed by Boruto, but she's under duress with Kawaki's hand to her throat, so maybe she's not sounding like she usually would. Just a guess.

"There's a very high possibility" is not the same as "The Hokage has definitely been killed". I don't think Shikamaru 100% believes Eida, but I do think the possibility is upsetting enough for him to act on it regardless.

Shikadai is actually the main reason I am fairly confident Shikamaru knows something is up because this kid sees all this weird shit that doesn't add up and you know he talks to his dad about it.

Shikadai sees Sasuke take off with Boruto and you think he's not going to go to his dad like, "hey what the fuck?"

They're Naras, y'all. Come on now.

Chapter 81

Key Points:

Shikamaru is the Hokage now, apparently.

Okay, that's actually a huge factor to consider as well because I don't think he would take that position if he didn't believe Naruto was still alive and able to take it back as soon as he was found. Shikamaru doesn't want to be Hokage, are you kidding me?

"The sanctions against Boruto were in accordance with regulations." "It's also the will of the Hidden Leaf's citizens." "No matter what I order, it won't convince them."

These are not comments that come from someone dead set on hunting down and punishing a criminal that murdered a political leader. This is the kind of thing you say when you're like, "listen, yes, but also bureaucracy is a bitch and I've gotta keep up appearances or someone else will actually hunt Boruto down and kill him".

He's less worried about the fact Sarada is trying to protect Boruto and more worried about how she's doing it. In my opinion. This is not a fact, I just wanted to point it out, lol.

Again, Shikadai hears Naruto's daughter, and who is currently perceived as being Kawaki's sister, say she wants to protect Boruto who supposedly killed her dad. She also said she feels like he's alive somewhere, and I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts that is something a lot of other folks, including Shikamaru, feel as well.

Shikamaru's reaction to when Boruto arrives pretty much solidified my belief that he knows something is up and he doesn't think Boruto killed Naruto, or at the very least that Naruto could still be alive and there's more going on with this whole situation, so he's not eager to jump the gun and kill a child. Which is more than I can say for some of our pol- nevermind ignore this

Shikamaru's reaction to hearing Code is there and attacking people: Orders an evacuation and tries to figure out why Code is attacking, immediately concerned about the safety of the villagers.

Shikamaru's reaction to hearing Boruto just showed up: Prioritize Code and the claw marks, but keep tabs on Boruto without suggesting any kind of attack or restraint or anything like that. He's not worried about Boruto. But he is wanting to gather more intel on the situation as a whole, which makes sense, all things considered.

Chapter 82

Key Notes:

Very intentional frame of Shikadai seeing Kawaki show up, Kawaki shouting for Himawari and Inojin to move out of the way so he can attack a claw thing, not worrying about their safety at all.

Himawari calls him "Big Bro" and Kawaki tells her not to call him that. Not very big brotherly. Again, Shikadai is there for this. Along with everyone else, so. You know, things are kind of weird. These are weird dynamics that are not matching up with their false memories.

Chapter 83

Key Points:

Shikamaru, again, wants Kawaki to focus on eliminating Code - who is an actual threat - and pretty much ignores Boruto because he's not a concern.

Focuses on getting rid of the claw things even after Code has run off, prioritizing keeping him away and protecting the villagers instead of "trying to bring a Hokage killer to justice" or whatever the fuck people are trying to do with Boruto.

Chapter 84

Key Notes:

What Shikamaru took away from Kawaki's breakdown of the situation was that Boruto only came to the village to deal with Code. Meaning that Boruto was never a threat to the village, and there's no reason to worry about him, but it also probably indicates that there is something worth doing more digging into to figure out what the fuck is going on with all of the discrepancies in his memory that I'm sure are pissing him off.

"It better not be someone in the sensory unit."

Kawaki doesn't trust Shikamaru, and probably not anyone else in Konoha. That's not a very "Naruto's son" kind of attitude to have. The fact Shikamaru doesn't seem phased by that distrust means he's either been dealing with it for three years already, has been suspicious of Kawaki this whole time, and more likely both of those things.

Also, what the fuck, that sounds threatening? Ino would kick Kawaki's ass. I'd love to see him try though, lol. No I wouldn't, don't do that please.

Weird tensions between Kawaki (supposedly Naruto's son) and Sarada (Sasuke's daughter). If it were a rivalry, that'd make sense. But the hostility between them? Nah, that don't track.

Sarada basically confirming that Boruto was after Code and most likely trying to find a way to save the people who have been turned into trees. A very "Naruto's son" kind of attitude.

Chapter 85

Key Notes:

BOY. IF AMADO KNOWS, SHIKAMARU HAS KNOWN THE WHOLE GOD DAMN TIME

His face is hidden and he's not surprised or saying anything because if he's been trying to figure this shit out without tipping anyone off WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU SAY

Especially if he doesn't want Eida to know that he knows, because jesus christ her powers are scary and he's probably not eager to have to add that into the mess of variables he's already tangling with.

In Summary

Main Points

Shikamaru has been suspicious of this shit since omnipotence went off and fucked with people's heads.

Shikadai has been privy to some strangeness around Himawari, Kawaki and Boruto at the same time, and I can't imagine that he hasn't asked his dad about it or something. So whatever Shikadai has seen, I assume Shikamaru is somewhat aware of or we'll see a scene where something Shikadai saw or something he says makes it all click into place when his dad hears about it.

Shikamaru's language and attitude around Boruto have been intentionally vague and avoidant. It's the "will of the village", following the system's rules, etc. etc.

Shikamaru's more concerned with Code as a threat than with tracking down Boruto, which conveniently gives him an excuse to not pursue Boruto and prioritize the safety of the village at the same time.

Amado knows? Then Shikamaru has known. No doubt. There was a whole ass chapter where Shikamaru outsmarted Amado. Narratively speaking, we've got a point of reference for why there's a parallel here with Amado talking about this out loud and getting to see Shikamaru's reaction - or in this case, lack thereof - to hearing it.

Conclusion

Shikamaru continues to be the coolest man alive. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, byyyeeee

#boruto #naruto #boruto spoilers #naruto spoilers #manga #breakdown #analysis #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #boruto 85 #i didn't mean to spend so much time on this #woops lol #not my fault he's interesting af #also even if he doesn't wanna be hokage he's still a good one #js #yall stop being rude to him is2g

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cherishedteddie · 2 years ago

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i adore your hair so much and have been looking to you for bangs w natural hair inspo! esp cuz wearing wigs can be a pain. do u go to a hair stylist or manage them yourself? also love the pink, ive wanted pink for ages and ages, how did that whole process go?

I have been to w salon probably 4 times in my life LOL. As a nurospicy person I am not a fan of the wait time and never knowing if I'll like the end results. Shout out the stylists tho, I like to have more control.

So for the past decade and some change I've been doing my own hair with the help of my aunt or sister. I started with and currently still use the Splat brand lightener(bleach) and have went through a ton of dye brands like splat, manic panic, arctic fox.

I primarily use iroiro now and what left over artic fox I still have. I buy dye twice a year around sales. I got a bunch of dye I'm december using my birthday coupon from Sally's and that should hold me over until the middle of this year depending on how often I touch up.

I don't cut my hair very often, I probably should 🤭 but when my bangs get too long I do trim them myself. You kidna gotta figure out your shrinkage levels.

For me, my wet hair reaches the corner of my lips and when dry rest right ony brow bone. If I want shorter, I cut a little more or longer cut lower.

And for maintenance I try my best to sleep in bonnets to reduce breakage caused by friction and basically anytime I'm not going anywhere outside of the house, I do a lot of hydrating, repairing hair masks. When I'm feeling lazy I simply just leave regular conditioner.

I also have a spray bottle and when I can help it (for styling at least) I used bottled water 🤭 in my mind it's doing something extra

I swear the running water be making my whole life extra dry haha

I hope this made sense and helps! Feel free to ask more specifies, and I can try to answer as best as I can.

I did like zero research when I got into this, I learned small things through my sister who had hair styling experience but career swapped before fully getting into it

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judewithcigarette · 2 years ago

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4, 5, 6, 11, 14, and 30 😌💕

Okay I promise I didn’t forget I just planned on typing this out on my computer which decides to work only on occasion so here was are 💓

4. what flower would you like to be given?

Oh I love any and all flowers but I think some specific ones would be carnations, daisies and dahlias 🌸 if one could gift cherry blossoms that would be ideal

5. who do you feel the most you around?

ah that’s easy: you, cas, my friend from work, and a friend from high school! I feel at home with a lot of friends but the ones I know can keep my heart safe (and I know whose hearts I will also keep safe) are you guys so shout out to the homies 💓

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

Ah this is hard, let’s see… three physical is that I love my eye color (hazel and yes I do make it my entire personality), my hands are good bc I can hold my loved ones, aaaanndddd my hair color I really really love my natural hair color

As for non-physical I love that I take care of loved ones, which is a bit of a double edged sword bc I know I have the tendency to care for others more than myself but I just like making sure everyone is okay and happy! I also think I can be a pretty good writer if I give myself space to do so, and third one is that I make some mean tantanmen my family loves when I cook that

11. what’s something you’re excited for?

I’m excited for the artisan show I’m going to next weekend with you and madi! I can’t wait to drop a hot dime there hehe

14. favorite feel-good show?

Hmmm I gotta think hard about this one bc I DO have comfort movies on hand but shows… okay this is gonna be corny but attack on titan is one of my comfort shows okaayyyyy and the untamed ofc ofc my favorite gays

30. what reminds you of home (doesn't have to mean house... just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

To me home is the smell of freshly made sopapillas y tamales, feeling my dogs lean against me as they’re falling asleep, the garbled sound of voices talking on mi abuelo’s paramedic walkie, laughing with friends as we play mariokart, listening to tupac with my mom and sister, the feel of a heavy cobija de tigre on winter nights, falling asleep to the sound of the George Lopez show (or everyone loves raymond), rainy cloudy days, the smell of dirt after rain, laughing in the car with the thots until my ribs hurt, the late night family dinners i had with cas and our other friend, sitting with my friends from work in one of their apartments and watching music videos or just smoking herbals and talking about deep shit, leaning my head on someone’s shoulder and them putting their head on top of mine, locking eyes with a loved one and having the moment of unspoken understanding, the way my mom smells like baby powder and vanilla and spices, someone running their fingers thru my hair, running my fingers thru someone else’s hair, all the old Charlie Brown movies, the way all my loved ones smell if that makes sense? Everyone has a distinct smell that’s a mix of their own smell plus their fragrances and it’s so comforting. and so much more

Thank u thank u thank u my love 💓💓 I especially loved that last question it made my heart so full to type it all out

#answered #gabby #Robin.txt

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mint-termsandconditions · 8 months ago

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I’m going to avoid Kirby characters for fun

Red (Animator Vs. Animation):

Funny haha guy who’s so stupid that he ends up being a tank (not the vehicle). I like funny characters.

Fleta (Pocket Mirror):

A lot of people I’ve seen hate Fleta, so I like her automatically. She’s just a lonely kid who’s afraid of people leaving her, hates loosing, and hates or is afraid of criticism. She may be sort of a brat, but she’s also funny. I also like her aesthetic. Ngl also kinda relatable.

Rose (Steven Universe):

Same reason like Fleta. People hated her, so I like her. (Shout out to pink and hated characters btw, gotta be my favorite gender) She was a flawed character who made many mistakes that she regretted. She couldn’t relate to people and couldn’t get through her thick skull that people cared about her a lot so she did many impulsive things without thinking of the consequences. She was abused and wasn’t automatically a good person because of it. She had to grow and learn. And idk something comforting about that. She wanted to prove herself, but everyone kept dismissing her. Idc what people think “Love Like You” is her song, and I love that song so much. I also want to be a better person than I am and that means there’s going to be bumps in that journey. Real and relatable besides the abused part.

Liz (Last Seen Online):

“I used to be afraid of getting bad grades. I used to be afraid of not looking pretty. I used to be afraid of disappointing people. I used to be afraid of death. But now, I’m afraid of forever.”

This quote kills me every time. She had all these expectations she put on herself and maybe others on her too. She’s afraid of forever, and is forced to experience the same space over again. She was stuck in one place while her friends moved on and grew up without her. Relatable except being stuck in a computer or something.

NEPTR (Adventure Time):

Funny Robot man who should have more solo episodes or at least scenes with Fern. Also, they were always the bad guy when they played with BMO. My sisters always forced me to play the bad guy when I was a kid, the realest character to ever exist.

@ anyone who wants to do this.

five comfort characters, five tags

making a new post bc the one @chosoyukiism tagged me in was ten miles long and i dont play that game 😂 in no particular order bc the intensity of my fixations varies day to day, moment to moment. im not sorry for how long this got.

ok so basically half the jjk cast for different reasons but i really focus on gojo bc we have the same mental illness frfr (i hit him with the cluster b hammer so hard yall dont even know) anyway this one is like 6 guys in one plus gojo as the actual pick

krobus (stardew valley). hes just a guy with no discernable gender and you can shack up with him aro style its great im having a blast.

speaking of characters that hit me in the trauma disorders: Diva (blood+) is the epitome of god forbid eternal girlchildren women do anything

in this same category of blorbo is a twofer because they share the same name and hit the same issues of the paternal variety. claudia from interview with a vampire and claudia from the dragon prince. theyre so mecore it hurts and i dont need to elaborate, anyone whos been around for more than 5 minutes knows whats up here

ok yeah i would be straying too far from my roots if i didnt mention izuru kira from bleach ive been insane about him since forever thats my emotional support corpse cyborg

honorary mention to sasori and deidara from naruto, shizuo and izaya from durarara, and fucking.... aizen??? from bleach??????? i will not be elaborating on that last one anymore than i already have.

anyway people i know love chances to talk about blorbo (you dont have to be as verbose as i was): @renthony @seeveekat @fractoluminescence @criminal-sen @seasparrow

#Conditional Reblog #Thank you for the tag #Also my OCs but I didn’t want to take the easy way out #Kirby ocs is Rope MF and Strixily #Rope MF funny haha guy #Strixily is one feather drop away from being insane #Not Kirby I have a little clown OC who kills people they're technically more jester inspired than clown

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Hi. If you are accepting requests, could you write a Eddie one where you are Dustin cheerleader sister who also play D&D and have a secret crush on Eddie and no one knows besides your friend Chrissy (let's pretend that she still alive ans season 4 events never happened) and when Dustin and Mike needs someone to replace Lucas, your brother finds you talking to Chrissy and asks you to replace him and she knowing about your crush on Eddie,helps you find a excuse to miss the match to be on Hellfire as a favour to your brother. While Eddie is surprised to see that you are the person who will replace Lucas in the campaign since he didn't know you played D&D and soon after,asks you to talk to you where he assumes he has something for you and asks you on a date, much to Dustin's delight since he knows of your crush on his friend and his friend crush on you and wants his favorite people (after Steve) be together

Warnings: TW: Dustin jokes once about killing himself. Reader threats to kill Dustin on several occasions. This is mostly flirting, fluff and pining. I hope you enjoy.

A/N: Thank you for the ask, sorry it's taken me a hot minute to actually reply to this. But I'm absolutely NOT going to rush any of my requests. Firstly, I love that you guys enjoy my writing enough to request anything, so I love requests! I just want to make sure I'm satisfied with the quality. Secondly, I'm really trying not to burn myself out. So, thank you for being patient with me, darling. MWAH! I totally adjusted the end just a little bit. So I'm sorry but most of it is true to the request.

Post A/N: OH MY GOD I RANDOMLY FOUND THIS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS AND IT ACTUALLY SAVED! I THOUGHT IT LOST!

The most horrifying thing Dustin had ever spoken was after the very first day of his freshman year nearly made you crash your car. Your tires had squealed when you hit the brakes. "DUDE! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!" He'd shouted after getting yanked against his seatbelt. His other words like a black hole in your head.

I made a new friend today! He's a senior who's, like the coolest dude ever! He offered to let us join his D'n'D club, you should join too!

"You're friends with Eddie Munson?" You demand.

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," you offer before focusing back on the road and proceed to drive again.

"I'm surprised you're not in Hellfire. It's a D'n'D club!"

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," you offer meekly. Dustin's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I don't get it, what's everyone got against Eddie?"

You take a deep breath. "Dustin, do you remember how when we were kids, we'd play the secret game?"

"Take it to the grave?"

"Yep," you reply. "Do you want to play?" You watch his eyes light up and he twists to stare at you. Always eager for juicy gossip.

"Yeah, yeah!" He leans forward eagerly. "What is it?" You bite your lip.

"Eddie Munson... is the guy I've got a crush on." His jaw drops wide open.

"EDDIE IS 'THE GUY'!?" He shrieks. "Eddie is the guy that sits in front of you in Mrs. O'Donnel's class? The one that you always say would never give you a second look?"

"Yep."

"THEN YOU GOTTA JOIN HELLFIRE TOO!"

"NO WAY! AND YOU SWORE! IF I FIND OUT YOU TALKED TO HIM ABOUT ME, I WILL CRASH THIS CAR INTO A TREE AT FULL SPEED WITH YOU IN IT!"

Dustin dropped it. To the grave meant something genuinely. But he hated being stuck in the middle. Especially when less than a week later he had almost an identical conversation with Eddie.

His bag had been jerked off his shoulder by some asshole on the football team. The papers went fly when his broken zipper split. Eddie was nearby and nearly got into a fist fight over it, which Dustin was definitely going to fill you in on later. When the jocks finally stomped off, Eddie squatted down to help him collect his papers.

"Damn, these are killer marks, Dustin!" Eddie congratulates him while patting his back.

"Oh yeah, huge nerd, ya know." Then Eddie's face sobers.

"Wait," he grunts as holds up a finger.

"Yeah, what's up."

"What's this?" He demands, pointing at Dustin's messy writing at the top. His full name. "Henderson? Are you related-"

"Yep. Yeah. Mhmm," the kid folds under the intensity of Eddie's gaze. "The cheer captain, valedictorian would in fact be my sister, yes." Eddie takes a deep breath to steady himself.

"The Queen of Cheer is your older sister?" Dustin wants to beat his head against the wall. It was the topic of conversation at the Hellfire meeting twenty minutes later. Dustin was drowned in the guys all drooling over you. Something he was used to, at this point. And then Gareth says something that has Eddie's eyes widening.

"Dustin, who would have the best chance at scoring a date with her." Dustin drops his jaw wide open to stare at Keith. Then he begins to laugh nervously.

"Definitely me," Lucas smugly answers, mostly joking.

"No way," Mike scoffs back, "not one of us has a chance. Especially not you!"

"Yep, no one. Definitely no one." Every head swivels at his poor lying. Mike stares at him in disbelief.

"No way!"

"What! I didn't-"

"Does she have a crush on someone!?" Mike demands, shoving Dustin.

"I TOOK IT TO THE GRAVE!" Uproar erupts among the table. Everyone sitting forward. Will, Mike and Lucas all groaning with frustration.

"What does that mean!?" Gareth demands.

"It means his sister swore him to secrecy and he won't peep."

"Believe me! I want to! It's so stupid but she told me last week! If you got to me before she almost crashed the car because I mentioned the guy, I could have told you!" Everyone is on the edge of their seats with this.

"C'mon, what can you tell us," Eddie presses with the most charm he can muster despite the situation.

"No way, no. I'm not allowed to talk to you guys about her. She forbids it!" Eddie stands and makes his way around to the kid.

"Talking to us about her? Dustin, do you have dirt on your sister?" Dustin remains quiet, wildly uncomfortable about being put on the spot. "Henderson," Eddie coos, "you're not corrupted into doing the bidding of your older sister are you?"

"Of course not! But there are lines I won't cross!"

"There's got to be a degree of loyalty to your friends. Aren't you loyal to Hellfire?"

"Yes! Yes! Of course, I am!"

"Then tell us something about your sister." Dustin squeezes his eyes shut as Eddie rests his weight across the back of his shoulders.

"The guy she likes," Dustin starts and everyone sits forward in eager curiousity, "he... he..." He desperately tries to recall some bit of information he can spare. "Look, can it be any information or..."

"You know what, sure, kid," Eddie offers, with a wet willie. Dustin shutters in disgust and wipes at his ear quickly.

"Fine, I tried to set her up with Steve Harrington multiple times... but she's always refused because she has a huge crush on someone else..." Eddie grins down at him proudly.

"There you go, was that so hard." Dustin sinks down in his seat and passes Lucas a miserable look. Feeling horrible for outing you like that.

"Don't let him get to you," Gareth grunts out, unimpressed with Eddie. "He just has a huge crush on her and never shuts up about her."

Eddie twists to fix his friend with a horrified look and then Dustin rolls his eyes and groans. "Henderson, you tell her, and I'll make every campaign Hell for the rest of the year."

"You've gotta be kidding me," Dustin grumbles to himself.

Your name being called is what drags you away from conversation with Chrissy. You glance up to see Dustin jogging across the parking lot for your car. "Hey," you offer him.

"Hey, Chrissy," your brother offers with a smile. She gives him a warm one back.

"Hey, Dustin."

"What are you up to? Don't you have class?"

"I gotta ask you a favor," Dustin replies.

"Shoot."

"Lucas is bailing on D'n'D tonight for the game and it's the end of the campaign. Eddie's gonna drill us. We need another body for the party, please, please, please. You have to be there tonight. I can't find anyone else, and Eddie won't reschedule."

"Oh, oh, oh, you have to go!" Chrissy urges as dread sinks in your belly.

"Chris! We're supposed to be at the game tonight! How am I, cheer captain, going to skip our biggest game of the season!?"

"She'll do it!" Chrissy insists. "I'll cover for you at the game!" She squeezes your side and leans in to whisper. "Go get you some Munson." You flush deeply. "Okay, Okay, but Lucas is a ranger, right? I'm a mage, is that really a good idea."

"Please, Eddie is a tyrant as DM." You take a deep breath and sigh.

"I'll meet you after school, but you so owe me."

"YES! THANK YOU!" And with that he throws into a hug.

The drama room quiets as your shoes squeak to a stop. "You made it!" Dustin calls.

"What is this?" Eddie laughs like it's some big joke. You take a deep breath to steel yourself against the emotions that swell at the fact that Eddie Munson was speaking to you. You were in the same room as him, and he was acknowledging your existence like you imagined daily. Like you always willed him to turn around in class and give you a flirty smile. It never happened.

"I found a sub for Lucas."

"I'm missing the game for this," you reply to Eddie a lot smoother than you expect. Your voice even, steady. Eddie rises from his throne and move towards you, head tilting at you.

"Oh, and the Queen of Cheer knows about d'n'd?"

"You're looking at a level seventeen mage," you respond. Eddie's face flashes briefly with shock.

"There's no way."

"Want to see my score sheet?" You hold out your hand as Dustin digs through a folder he kept. "I haven't played in a while, but I know what I'm doing." Dustin passes you the sheet, grinning widely. When you look over at him, he winks and you want to strangle him.

Eddie hums quietly as he glances over the sheet. His eyes meet yours and your heart flutters in your chest. "Well, do you want me to play?" You demand, voice softening more than you mean it to.

Eddie steps into your space, a lazy smile crossing his lips. "If you want me to play with you," your eyes widen at his words and you can feel the warmth of your cheeks turn to burning, "you'll have to say 'please', princess." He's so close you can smell the smoke and his shampoo. It's hard not to take innuendo away from what he just said.

Why, oh why, did you have such a crippling crush on such a prick. You send a hard look down on to your brother, something promising a vicious response.

When you turn yourself back onto Eddie, he's patiently waiting. You take in another deep breath, inhaling the earthy smell of him before you fix him with your 'siren' eyes as Chrissy called them. Your half-lidded smile in response to Eddie has his breath hitching. Eddie was unaware of your competitiveness that would often draw out your feral side. Only you were consciously vicious.

You'd play his game. But you don't think he's prepared for it. You press yourself close, pressing your breasts into his chest. Your mouth hovers close to his ear.

"Oh, Eddie," you breathe for him, "won't you please let me play with you and your friends?"

"That's underhanded," he murmurs back.

"Thought you were supposed to bring the fire, or is the throne for show?" You taunt. He takes in the dark grin you're giving him. It's surprises you how easy it is to flirt with him. He gives you a breathy laugh. It might be nervousness but when he pins you with a dark gaze, you know it's just fueling something.

"Fine. You can join. But I'm gunnin' for you, sweetheart."

"I'm so scared. Now, aren't you going to pull out a chair for the queen?" Dustin high fives you below the table when a folding chair is tucked in for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

"My services aren't free, Dusty."

"Oh, I think you'll like my repayment."

The laughter and cheers fill the room still. If you hadn't rolled nat twenty with that last roll there wouldn't be so much thrill in the boys around you hooting and hollering. It was a fun campaign, certainly grueling, and it reminded you of when you'd gotten Dustin into it. Before you'd even moved to Hawkins. The hype was what you'd always loved about Cheer.

Somehow this was better though. Everyone shouting and laughing as they packed up their things. "Hey, Eddie," Dustin calls as Eddie is about to slip out the door. He says it at the same time as he grabs your wrist to stop you. "Come here a sec."

"What's up, little Henderson?" You frown in confusion as Dustin plucks the keys out of your hand.

"I'm gonna leave in a second," Dustin encourages as Eddie rakes his eyes over you quickly.

"Um... okay?" Eddie offers.

"And I know I said to the grave," your eyes widen and you snap fully towards him.

"Don't you dare."

"My sister has had a crush on you for like four years." Eddie's head swivels back to you.

"To the grave you're going."

"Shut up, if I have to spend one more lunch period with him staring at you across the cafeteria and talking about how pretty you are, I'm going to kill myself." You flush deeply and now you both watch each other quietly.

Dustin grins proudly. "Okay then, I'll be in the car." And with that, your brother skips out of the Drama room. Eddie and you evaluate each other quietly.

"So you enjoyed that little tease at first, didn't you?" Eddie grins, letting his bag slip from his shoulder to the floor. You flush.

"Take me on a date and I might tell you," you whisper quietly. Eddie grins at you, stepping back into his face.

"I didn't know you were a devil worshipping nerd before tonight, might have changed my opinion of you," he teases. You start to feel the bite of rejection until he suddenly walking you back onto the table. "How does Saturday sound?"

You lick your lips and nod at him, too emotionally fried to put up a fight like you did earlier. "Yeah, I'd like that." Now that your perched on the edge of the table he just gives you a cocky grin. The lingering silence making you nervous. "Are you gonna stand there and stare or are you going to kiss me?" You demand quietly.

Eddie gives you a mean little laugh and leans in really close. "Good girls wait until the end of a date." You flush and a pout of sorts settles across your face.

"I'm not as good as you think," you encourage. Eddie gives you a shaky breath and then explains it very gently. Butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"The only reason I have to say no is because I'm worried that...," he swallows and tucks hair behind one of your ears. "If I kiss you now, I don't know that I'll be able to stop. Dustin might be in your car for a while." It has you sucking a breath in and your gaze softens on him.

"Saturday then," you agree.

"Saturday," Eddie agrees with stunning smile. You reach forward, feeling emboldened by him. Eddie's breath stutters as you snatch his belt buckle and jerk him closer. You push up onto your toes, lips brushing his cheek. You grin when you lean back and see the pink tint of your lips left behind. He's none the wiser.

"See you," you offer him prior to slipping past him and you pause in the hall. His cheeks are red from the stunt you just pulled. You send him one last smile and slip out the door.

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Chapter 4

S1 Episode 3

The day after Y/N kissed Stiles and this man can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Can you blame him? He’s a simpin’ man. The pack sneaks into a crime scene and then Stiles has dinner with your pops. Also, keep in mind that I’m heavily basing Y/N’s dad’s personality on ✨Phil Dunphy✨ bc he’s the best TV dad ever

“SCOTT!” Stiles squeaked as soon as he caught glimpse of his friend. “SCOTT OH MY GOD!!”

“What?” He chuckled, looking at the disheveled running towards him.

“You have to promise on EVERYTHING that you won’t tell a fucking soul,” He said, holding out his pinky. Scott simply looked down at it unamused. “Right, okay. Yeah, that’s Y/N’s thing sorry but swear it!”

“Okay, I swear just tell me.”

“Y/N kissed me,” Stiles said quickly, making Scott’s eyes go wide as his jaw dropped. “I mean technically I kissed her but-“

“YOU GUYS KIS-“

“SHHH!” Stiles flailed his arms. “Shut up! I don’t want her to know I told you, I promised her!”

“You kissed her?” Scott asked again in shock. “When? How? Wait, did she kiss you back?”

“Literally not even fifteen minutes after you kissed Allison. She told me to. I thought it was like a platonic thing with the way she did it but then we kissed and there was SO MUCH chemistry! And yeah, asshole. Why is that such a surprise?”

“Because she refuses to even admit to me that she liked you!” Scott replied. “Dude so like how was it?”

“AMAZING!” Stiles shouted, gaining the eyes of a few passersby. “Dude, it was like electric. I could feel it in my bones. It was- I don’t know. All I know is I wanna do it again and again and-“

“Okay, ew. She’s like my sister so maybe tone it down a bit,” Scott cringed.

“Oh yeah sorry about that,” Stiles said as they walked into the school. “But then we went to her place to like look into the Laura Hale thing and she didn’t even let me talk about it. She’s like teasing me or something. I don’t understand and I’m FREAKING out, okay? … But anyways, how are you doing? You good?”

“Yeah, I mean I had this dream last night that’s been bothering me,” Scott went on to explain everything as they entered the building. They continued to psychoanalyze the dream when they saw you at the locker.

“Hey!” You smiled, hopping into step with them. Scott smirked and gave it all away. “You told him?!”

“I-What?! I didn’t- How the hell did you- How could you tell?!” Stiles stammered. Scott started making kissing noises, making you groan and walk away. “Wait, Y/N! I-.. And she’s walking away. This is your fault, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Scott chuckled before continuing on with the previous conversation.

You walked to your locker and unloaded the contents of your backpack in there before grabbing the things you needed.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia smiled, walking up to with Jackson right behind her. “Would you tell him that Scott isn’t taking steroids?”

“Scott? You mean the boy who told my mom I stole her liquor?” You deadpanned. They waited for your response. “No, you idiot. He’s the definition of a goody two shoes.”

“Well, something’s off. I need to find out what it is,” Jackson huffed. “I mean what is up with all of the dead bodies and weird vibes?”

“Bodies? Plural?” You questioned.

“Yeah, rumor has it that the janitor got torn to shreds last night in the bus,” Lydia responded. Your heart dropped.

“Jesus, I don’t even feel safe in this town anymore,” You mumbled, feeling as if Derek somehow had something to do with it.

“I gotta go,” Jackson interrupted. “But if you hear anything, tell me.”

“Okay?” You shot him a confused glare.

“About Scott I mean-“

“Yes, I know what you meant. You can leave now,” You rolled your eyes, shocking the couple with the attitude. “God, what is up with your boyfriend?”

“He’s jealous of Scott,” Lydia replied, starting to make her way to class. “I would be too. Scott’s starting to become quite the player. He’s kind of hot too, don’t you think?”

“No,” You laughed, passing by Allison and nodding at her. She smiled and held up her finger, signaling she’d be right behind the two of you after she was off of the phone.

“He’s not the only hot one, you know. The whole school’s been talking about you,” Lydia gleamed. “You’re welcome!”

“You’re ridiculous,” You laughed, walking into class and taking your seats. You chitchatted for a few more minutes before continuing on with your school day. The first half of it went by really quickly and before you knew it, you sat at a table with your lunch, waiting on your friends.

“Okay, I know you’re still mad but listen-“

“You think it was Scott?” You looked up at your friends. “Yeah, I heard you talking about it last hour.”

“I don’t think it was him,” Stiles argued, taking the seat next to yours. “He dreamt a similar dream. Maybe it’s like a werewolf thing to predict the future?”

“Yeah, and kind of like how it’s a Stiles thing to bounce off ridiculous theories,” You said sarcastically.

“I remember it clearly though,” Scott mumbled. “I need to talk to Derek.”

“What?!” You both exclaimed.

“He has the answers,” Scott shrugged. “He knows how to hold back the urge to turn on a full moon, he’s gotta know about this. I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel-“

“No, you’re not cancelling, okay? You can’t just cancel your entire life,” Stiles interrupted. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure what out?” Lydia smiled, taking the seat next to Scott.

“Homework,” You smiled before everyone else joined you at the table. They all made small talk before Stiles confirmed that it was a bus driver who got attacked.

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?” Lydia said. “Like, oh! Where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

You all looked up at her.

“I mean we were still thinking about what we were going to do,” Allison replied nicely.

“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are hanging out, we’re doing something fun,” She said.

“Lydia, we could-“ You began before she gave you a look, shutting you up.

“..Hanging out? Like the four of us?” Scott looked over at Allison. “Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?”

“Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.”

“You know what else sounds fun?” Jackson spoke up. “Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

“Well this sounds like a recipe for disaster,” You leaned over and muttered to Stiles. He nodded in agreement as you listened to the four kids make plans, cringing when Scott claimed to be an excellent bowler.

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“God, it was like watching a car wreck,” Stiles spewed after school. “And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

“Hanging out.”

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay? Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend,” Stiles said, making you roll your eyes. “You and Danny can start hanging out.”

“You’re overreacting,” You finally said. The boys ignored you and continued voicing their thoughts.

“How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn’t.”

“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.”

“ I asked Allison on a date and now we’re hanging out.”

“Am I not attractive to gay guys?”

“Make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now-now i’m gonna be late for work!” Scott marched off.

“Wait Scott! You didn’t answer my question! Am I attractive to gay guys- he didn’t answer my question,” He looked at you. “Oh my god wipe that smug look off of your face.”

“Sounds like you should’ve asked Danny to be your first kiss,” You teased, making him groan. “No no don’t be embarrassed! You two would make a very cute couple!”

“Not as cute as we would,” He smiled. You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Wait, Y/N! Am I though?!”

“Take me home, Stilinski!” You replied, not even bothering to look behind you.

“Fine,” He mumbled, catching up to you and doing as instructed.

“This is so reckless,” You shined as Stiles pulled his jeep up to the school.

“Relax, I just- I need to do this, okay?” Scott replied, hopping out of the jeep, following Stiles.

“Right. Walking into a crime scene. What could you wrong?” You muttered to yourself, leaning back in the backseat. Stiles came back not even a minute later.

“Am I Robin?” He asked you.

“Stiles, we’ve been over this. I need an explanation when you ask something like that,” You said. “I can’t read your mind.”

“Scott’s Batman and I’m Robin,” He explained. You stayed silent. “Ugh! I knew it!”

“What does that make me then?”

“Alfred,” he said matter of factly.

“The fucking butler?!” You laughed. “Okay, I definitely have the shorter end of the stick here. I thought I’d be Lois Lane or something.”

“You hurt my heart when you say things like that,” Stiles cringed. “That’s Superman’s love interest.”

“Maybe even a Princess Leia,” You smirked.

“Okay, now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Stiles chuckled. “What’s next? You hate Star Wars?”

“Well-“

“Don’t.” His smile faded instantly, making you throw your head back in laughter. “Wait wait.. do you see that? Oh my god that’s a light!”

Stiles began to honk his horn to get Scott’s attention. Your heart raced at the thought of getting caught. There goes any chance of a full ride. You’d be lucky to be accepted into a community college at that. Scott jumped over the fence and got in the car.

“Go! Go! Go!” He shouted.

“Did it work?! Did you remember?!” Stiles yelled as he drove off.

“Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood. A lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?” You asked.

“No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”

“What about the driver?” Stiles interrogated.

“I think I was actually trying to protect him.”

“Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?”

“That’s what I don’t get it.”

“It’s got to be a pack thing. Like an initiation. You do the kill together,” You said

“Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?” Scott asked sarcastically.

Yeah, but you didn’t do it. Which means you’re not a killer. And it also means that-“

“I can go out with Allison!”

“I was going to say it means that you won’t kill me,” Stiles finished

“Oh yeah.. that too,” Scott said.

“Can you guys take me home yet?” You asked.

“Shh, the adults are talking,” Scott smirked. You leaned forward and punched him in the arm. “OW!”

“Dude, you kinda had that one coming,” Stiles winced. The two boys continued to throw around ideas until you got to Scott’s house. He thanked Stiles before he walked off and you took the liberty of hopping in the front seat.

“Since everyone’s going out, do you wanna do something?” Stiles asked excitedly.

“You mean.. hang out?” You smirked.

“Ouch!” He pretended to grab at a wound on his chest, scrunching up his face.

“I’m kidding!” You laughed. “God, I wish I could but my dad’s about to leave for two weeks. I kind of have to go eat dinner with him tonight. Do you wanna come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude-”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed. “I’m convinced my dad likes you more than me.”

“Oh I think he does too. We’re tight. Sometimes he even games with me and Scott on Xbox but-”

“You guys play games with my father on Xbox,” you deadpanned. “Nerd by association my ass.”

“I’m going to choose to ignore that very hurtful comment and finish my sentence that you so rudely interrupted,” Stiles held up his hand. “But your mom scares the living hell out of me.”

“Yeahhh, she scares me too,” You chuckled. “She’s working the night shift though so it would just be the three of us. My dad’s making chicken parm.”

“Say no more,” He laughed, reversing the jeep so he could pull into your driveway. “Can’t promise you that I won’t play Call of Duty with him.”

“Is it too late to revoke my offer?” You rolled your eyes.

“It was too late as soon as you said he was making chicken parm.”

“Did I say chicken parm? I meant-”

“Look at that! We’re here!” Stiles shouted, hopping out of the jeep. You smiled as he opened your door. As you reached forward to open it, Lydia’s mom swung open the front door and yelped.

“Mrs. Martin?” You asked, confused as to why the hell she was in your house.

“Hi, Y/N! Stiles!” She smiled. “Have you seek Lydia? I’ve looked everywhere and I told her to be back by dinner. She just will not abide by the curfew and she’s driving me nuts.”

“Uh, I think she’s out on a double date but I don’t remember where they said they were going,” You covered. “I can call her if you’d like.”

“No, no. Thank you, sweetheart. I just needed to know she wasn’t alone,” She chuckled. “Have a good weekend, you two!”

“Yeah, you too,” Stiles mumbled before turning to you. “What the hell?”

You simply shrugged and continued to walk inside of the house.

“Hey, kiddo! I’m in here!” He shouted from the kitchen. You followed the sound of his voice and saw him washing off a few dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. “Your friend’s mom was just here. Have you heard from-”

“I let her know that Lydia’s out on a double date. With Scott and Allison actually,” You smiled, sitting down at the counter. “Are you cool with Stiles joining us for dinner?”

“Only if he promises to let me kick his ass on some Xbox!” He chuckled, throwing a small towel on his shoulder. “How’ve you been, son?”

“Good! But I haven’t let you beat me yet, Mr. Y/L/N. Not starting tonight,” Stiles laughed, still standing behind you.

“That’ll change in about an hour,” You father replied. “Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty minutes, though. You kids go upstairs, I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“Okay, Pops,” You got up and led Stiles to your room. Once he shuffled past you, you closed the door and turned to him. “He’s acting weird.”

“He’s acting totally normal. What do you mean?” Stiles laughed, walking to your computer.

“I don’t know. It’s just the vibe, I guess,” You mumbled. “You’re probably right. Anyways, whatcha researchin?”

“Okay so, hear me out,” He began, not looking away from the computer. “I was up late last night looking for more information regarding the Hales, specifically Laura Hale. I couldn’t stop thinking about why she could transform into a wolf. Get this, it says that only the strongest of werewolves are able to do that. Well, who’s typically the strongest wolf in a pack?”

“The alpha?”

“Exactly!” Stiles said, turning your screen towards you. “There were only a handful of survivors from the fire that burnt down their house. Laura, Derek, and an uncle, but he’s out of the picture because he was left like in a coma or something. Laura must’ve taken the role whenever the previous alpha died. Or maybe she was it the whole time. My theory is that Scott’s alpha might’ve killed her. For power or maybe they were intimidated or they were mortal enemies or-”

“Pause. Could she have been the one to turn him?” You interrupted.

“No because I think that would make Derek the alpha and his eyes aren’t red like the ones Scott’s seen,” Stiles dismissed. “All I’m saying is that, as if we need another reason not to trust him, we definitely shouldn’t be asking help from Derek if there’s tension between the packs.”

“Okay so the comatose uncle is completely out of the question then?” You asked. “How do we know he’s not faking it or something?”

“Because A.) he’s been bedridden and unresponsive for years, and B.) he.. wait it’s better to just show you,” Stiles typed for a minute before finding what he was looking for. “Ah! Here’s a picture. He hasn’t even healed. See? My best guess is that it burned the werewolf out of him.”

“Wait, wait so were they all bitten by their previous alpha?” You shook your head.

“Maybe,” He shrugged. “Or they were born that way. I read somewhere else that it’s possible.”

“God, I feel like the more we uncover, the more questions we’re left with,” You groaned, falling back into your bed. “Have you looked into werewolf hunters?”

“…No, actually,” he muttered after a few seconds. “That’s a good place to start tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m just so tired of researching all of this,” You said, looking up at your ceiling.

“Woah, now this is interesting,” He said, completely ignoring your comment. “They’re everywhere. Even Mexico!”

“That actually doesn’t shock me. Everything is in Mexico,” You laughed. “I have a cousin who lived down there and-”

“What if I email them and ask for information?!” He interrupted. “Maybe they can give us something to go off of. A book? A dark website?”

“Don’t. You might just lead them here and put Scott in even more danger than he’s already in,” You said, sitting up. “What if they’re all in league with each other?”

“But what if they’re not?”

“Stiles, it’s not worth the risk. The last thing we need is an army of werewolf hunters in Beacon Hills. Not when Scott can’t really keep it under control yet,” You argued. “Plus, I’m sure all they know about werewolves are how to torture and kill them.”

“Good point,” He sighed. “Yeah, I should just leave that alone then. It’s just frustrating because I feel like I’m running out of websites and books to read that seem legit.”

“Scott’s taking the night off. Let’s do the same! We can just do something to take our minds off of all of this,” You suggested. “We could watch a movie or play board games or-”

“I vote that we make out,” Stiles said, earning a disappointment glare. “What?? I’m just throwing it out there!”

“You definitely threw that option out of the window when you told Scott,” You laughed.

“What the hell did you expect me to do?!” He laughed. “Keep that to myself?”

“Yes, remember how I explicitly asked you to, and I quote, not tell anyone?” You deadpanned.

“Okay, I couldn’t just keep that from him, okay? He’s known how long I’ve wanted to kiss you for so he definitely had a right to know that it happened!” He defended his story, pausing only to see the look on your face. “I mean- fuck. The point is-”

“No, no, no. I want to hear your first point,” You smiled, getting up to poke his side.

“Stop! Stop!” He giggled, trying to run off to no avail. “Tickling is so not fair!”

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You kept on.

“Days!” He shouted, only to get another series of pokes. “OKAY! YEARS!”

“Years?” You stopped dead in your tracks, smile instantly dropping into a look of shock.

“Yeah, years,” He affirmed softly. “Since like elementary school, actually.”

“Why didn’t you ever-”

“Dinner’s ready!” Your dad barged into the room, causing the two of you to awkwardly stand in your respective sides of the room. “You ready for the best chicken parm you’ve ever laid your eyes on? I mean.. tongue on? Is there a better phrase for that?”

“Yeah, okay,” You finally managed to peel your eyes off of the boy standing in front of you. “Let’s, uh, go eat.”

“I think you mean feast!” Your dad said excitedly on the way downstairs, trying to ignore the weird tension in a subtle way. “And I was thinking. Maybe we should play Mario Kart on Y/N’s old Wii tonight instead of Xbox so everyone can join in on the fun.”

“Well, I’d hate to make two men pout when I dominate the game,” You teased, taking your seat at the table. “But if you’re looking to be humbled, I guess this is a good way of doing it.”

“What are you talking about?” Stiles laughed. “You got 5th place last time we played. And it was just three of us. You lost to not one but four computer generated players!”

“Stiles, you got 6th.”

“That’s beside the point,” He mumbled, taking his first bite of his dinner. “Mm, oh my god. Okay, this is hands down the best dinner I’ve ever had. Wow.”

“I’ll send you home with some leftovers,” Your dad chuckled. “You should come join us for dinner more often! The girls never appreciate my meals!”

You three spent the rest of the dinner cracking jokes. There was no longer any tension and you all told hilarious stories your and Stiles’ childhoods. Your dad jumped at the opportunity to tell Stiles a few embarrassing stories as well, making you hide into the arms you rested on the table. Once you cleared the table, you all played a couple rounds of Mario Kart. You ate your words and accepted the defeat. Your father placed first, Stiles third, and you fifth again.

“Alright, guys. I should probably hit the sack,” your dad looked at the clock. “I have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Alright, Dad. Love you,” You smiled from the couch. He walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Love you too, kiddo,” He smiled. “I’ll be gone before you wake up but call me if you need anything. Thanks for swinging by, Stiles! I left the leftovers in a container in the fridge.”

“Thank you!” Stiles smiled. “Dude, your dad is seriously the best.”

“You’re only saying that because you two are practically the same person,” You laughed, turning off the TV. “Any word from your dad about the bus driver?”

Stiles sighed, looking down at your phone. He opened his mouth to say something but followed your distracted gaze. You both realized Scott’s mom was pulling into her driveway. “Oh shit. Weren’t we supposed to cover for Scott tonight?”

You both shot up and sprinted toward the door.

“Stiles, wait! Let me give her your leftovers!”

“What?! Why?!” He stopped as he reached for knob.

“I’ll knock and say that they’re for her! As a distraction!” You scoured the fridge for the leftovers and grabbed the container.

“I don’t like this idea!” He shouted.

“Well you won’t be able to make it up there unless I distract her!” You said opening and walking out of the door. “Go! I know the recipe! I’ll bring you some to school! Come on!”

“That’s bullshit but okay! I’m coming!” He ran behind you, splitting off as you walked to their front door. You rang the doorbell and knocked a few times before Melissa opened the door.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? It’s late,” She smiled. She already changed into her pajamas. Damn this woman moved quick.

“I saw you come home. My dad made chicken parm and I figured you’d be hungry after your shift,” You smiled, holding out the leftovers. You caught glimpse of Stiles climbing in your peripheral and moved a little to your left to guide Melissa’s gaze away from the clumsy boy.

“Oh, sweetheart!” She grinned. “That is so thoughtful, thank you! Come in, it’s chilly. Want a hot chocolate?”

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you-”

“I insist!” She smiled. “Unless you’re here to see Scott, I can go-”

“No!” You said a little to loudly before clearing your throat and smiling back. “No, I’m sure he’s asleep! But sure, I’ll take that hot chocolate.”

“Let me just make sure Scott is asleep. He’d hate to miss out on hot chocolate,” She smiled skeptically. You closed your eyes in shame as she walked upstairs, knowing you just blew the cover. You heard her call out to him before hearing her footsteps begin to go back down stairs again. “Y/N, do you happen to know where-”

She was interrupted by a loud thud from his room. You ran upstairs and she held you back, grabbing the bat on Scott’s floor and charging.

“OH, NO, NO!” Stiles shouted, making Melissa scream.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?!” She exclaimed.

“What am I doing?!” He asked. “God, do either of you even play baseball?”

You saw Scott enter through the front door and run upstairs. He walked into his room and you followed.

“Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?” She said. “Like you, Y/N. Thank you for being a normal person.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your family friend.

“But we lock the front door. He wouldn’t be able to get in,” Scott said.

“Yeah, exactly,” She glared. “And by the way, do any of you care that there’s a police-enforced curfew?”

“No,” You all mumbled.

“No. Alright then. Well, you know what?” She began. “That about enough parenting for me for one night so goodnight.”

“So no hot chocolate?” You teased, making her chuckle on the way out. You sat beside Stiles as Scott pulled up a chair to face at you.

“So I just found out that my dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago,” Stiles sighed. “It’s the bus driver. He said that he succumbed to his wounds.”

Your eyes shot to look at Scott, heart sinking more and more by the second.

“Succumbed?” He asked.

“Scott, he’s dead,” Stiles mumbled.

“Take me to Derek’s house.”

CHAPTER 5 ->

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pokenimagines · 2 years ago

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SFW | Miriam | Fic | Reader somehow finds a person to cover for Miriam's job and also offers to take Miriam out on one of their outings? I just met her, but I am already in love.

Bruh, she’s got a chokehold on me. I sweat, she’s so fine. I love her. I simped the moment I found her in my life. Even my older sister is smitten with this nurse. She claims that “They knew what they were doing by making everyone hot in this region.” And truer words have never been spoken.

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SFW Miriam: Adventures Await Us

“Ah! There’s a cliff there!” Miriam said in shock. Thankfully you had a legendary ride pokemon who jumped and began soaring through the sky. You sadly couldn’t see the pink haired nurse’s face, but you knew it would be wide eyed.

“Welcome to the wilds, Miriam!” You shouted, as you soared through the sky. You guys managed to land in a large clearing and you helped Miriam off, before putting your partner back in their pokeball. “If we’re not soaring, then we’re probably climbing…and if we’re not doing that, then we’re swimming.”

“You do this all the time?” Miriam said as she stood on wobbly legs. She looked around the wild area, watching a few igglybuffs waddled around near the grass.

“Every day I can. Seriously, I can’t believe you’re always locked up in that nurse’s room.” You said with a sigh. Miriam looked so alive out here, “Didn’t you ever go on an adventure in your school years?”

“I wasn’t able to. I went to study at a pokemon center for my scavenger hunt.” Miriam admitted, “I wish I had gone out and explored some more.”

“Well, we just gotta make up for lost time. There’s a cave around here that’s crawling with the most adorable noibats.” You said, pointing off into the distance. “We can set up a picnic and then head inside after eating lunch.”

“That sounds lovely…and thanks for finding someone to cover for me.” Miriam said, as she grabbed your hand and dragged you into a hug and squealed, “You’re the best!”

You laughed and patted her back; you felt a bit sad when she parted from you, but you quickly shook off the feeling.

“Who did you find to cover for me, by the way?” She asked, since you never did tell her. You felt your entire body clam up as you cleared your throat.

“Trust me…they’re professionals.” You assured her.

“That doesn’t sound too convincing.” Miriam said but decided to drop it in favor of enjoying the rest of this little adventure. She only had till the end of the day before she went back to her job.

Meanwhile at the School:

“You’re…a Chansey…” Arven said as he looked at the pokemon. He managed to burn himself during a failed cooking experiment. The Chansey looked at him and cooed, walking over to him and handing him an egg. Arven awkwardly took it before something clicked in his head.

“NURSE MIRIAM TURNED INTO A CHANSEY!”

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Training Wheels - One

Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Harassment, Smut, Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Sex between Step-siblings, bit of a size kink,

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: I have many parts of this planned but not written, and the taglist is open. Also, incase y’all forgot: I don’t talk politics on my blog. I’ve made it clear where I stand on certain things already and I want to keep my blog as an escape from reality for myself and others.

A/n 2: I’m fucking tired so I’ll reply to asks and stuff probably tomorrow

!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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“Hey, did (Y/n) get a new skirt?” At the sound of your name being mentioned, Steve snaps his head up, following his best friend’s gaze until it finally lands on you.

You’re walking across the campus courtyard towards the two of them, a smile on your face as you talk animatedly with Natasha and Wanda.

Sure enough, a new mini skirt is decorating your pretty legs. It flows with the breeze, almost getting blown up enough to see your panties.

“Jesus, that kid’s got some legs,” Bucky says, eyes roaming over your figure. Steve shoves his friend’s shoulder, giving him a hard glare.

“That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. What would Nat think if she heard that?” Bucky rolls his eyes, grinning as his favourite redhead blows him a kiss.

“God, what I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around my head.” You shudder in disgust, yelping as a hard hand comes down on your ass.

“Hey!” You exclaim, turning around and covering your butt while looking at the man.

“C’mon sweetheart. What’d you expect when you’re dressed like that?”

Steve’s on his feet, rushing over to you as you glare at your assailant.

“Maybe some fucking decency?! Leave me alone! I’m not a fucking object, dick-wad.”

“Rumlow!” Upon hearing your step-brother’s voice, Rumlow takes a step back.

“C’mon Rogers! There’s no harm in playful flirting. You of all people should know that.” Steve glares at him, his arm coming protectively over your shoulders, pulling you against his side and further away from the man.

“Yeah, but there’s shit wrong with touching people when they don’t want to be fucking touched.” Brock rolls his eyes and saunters away, shooting you a wink over his shoulder.

“I had it handled,” you grumble, walking with Steve’s arm over your shoulders towards the tree where he and Bucky were sitting.

“Yeah, really looked like it. A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You roll your eyes and glare up at your step-brother.

“How do you expect me to defend myself if you jump in all the time?”

He shakes his head, a soft look on his face that has you dropping your guard for a moment.

“As long as I’m around, you shouldn’t have to defend yourself. That’s what I’m here for. I’m always gonna have your back, bunny. No matter what.” You smile at him, your heart warming at his words before Nat gets your attention.

You sit down next to her, Steve next to you with his arm still over your shoulders.

You and Wanda are quickly engaged in another conversation and Steve finds himself staring at you, a small smile on your face.

“You’re drooling, Steve,” Nat whispers, toes nudging his thigh. He glances over at the redhead and flips her off.

“C’mon. We should get going. I wanna beat the rush.” You nod at Steve, grabbing your bag and bidding your friends goodbye.

Bucky gives Steve a knowing look and the blond glares at his friend.

The two of you make your way to the parking lot together, him asking you about your day and you launching into a detailed description of everything you did.

As you’re heading to his car you pass by Brock and his group of friends. You quiet down immediately, slouching in on yourself.

Steve glares at the guys, his arm coming protectively around your waist as they ogle you.

You let out a big breath when you’re sitting in Steve’s car, groaning at the fact that you were harassed today.

“Why are guys stupid?” You ask, looking over at your step-brother as he starts driving.

“I wish I knew. You just gotta get lucky and find someone who’s mature and has respect for women, not a douchebag like Rumlow.” You nod, kicking your shoes off and putting your feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey, feet down.” You look over at him and stick your tongue out, keeping your feet up and wiggling your toes.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna make me?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and then one of his hands is on your thigh, squeezing the flesh hard and making you squirm, laughter bubbling out of you.

“Stop!” He doesn’t. If anything, it spurs him on and he tickles your thigh more.

“Feet down!” He shouts playfully, loving the sound of your laughter.

“Okay fine!” You finally pull your feet down and he smiles, fingers splaying on your bare thigh. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the drive, blood slowly moving south as he realizes what he's doing and the fact that you haven’t said anything about it.

It feels nice to have his hand on you. You hate that you like it but you do.

When you finally get home, your mom and his dad are pulling out of the driveway.

Steve rolls down his window and you unbuckle your seatbelt, climbing over his lap to stick your head out the window. Steve hits the brakes harder than intended and you fall forward, one hand bracing yourself on his thigh while your skirt flies up, your ass on full display.

“Jesus, Steve. You trying to kill me?” You ask before turning to the window.

“Where are you guys going?” You ask, confused. Your mom raises her eyebrows. “We’ve only been talking about our trip to Vegas for the past four months! We talked about it this morning too!” Realization hits you and you giggle. “Sorry! I hope you guys have fun! But not too much fun. One step-sibling is enough, I don’t need any more.” Steve’s dad laughs, shaking his head at you.

“You kids behave. Don’t throw any parties or anything. The neighbours know we’re gone so if you do anything we’ll know.”

“I don’t have enough friends to throw a party anyway. And Steve is a social outcast so you don’t need to worry about him.” Your mother gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows innocently.

“Be nice to your brother. We’ve gotta get going before we miss our flight. But I’ll talk to you when we land."

They start pulling away again and you stick your head further out the window, kneeling between Steve’s legs as he grabs your waist.

“He’s my Stepbrother!”

They drive off, your mom waving until they’re out of sight, and you sigh, climbing back into the car and looking at Steve.

His hands are still on your waist and he’s got a soft look in his eyes.

“Steve?” He hums, clenching his jaw as you shift on his lap to get comfortable, your thighs spreading as you straddle him.

“Do you think your dad’s gonna get my mom pregnant?” He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“God no. I don’t even wanna think about that but even if they... you know... my dad got a vasectomy a while ago.” You nod, hands on his shoulders as you purse your lips.

His eyes are focused so intently on them that he doesn’t notice when you open the door.

“First person inside picks dinner! Loser has to pay!” You jump out of the car and sprint inside, leaving Steve stunned and horny in his car.

~*~

The two of you sit on the couch watching movies, Steve with his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“Hey Steve... can I ask you something?” He looks over at you, nodding and waiting for you to ask whatever’s on your mind.

“Is... do... does...” You groan, shaking your head, beyond embarrassed with yourself.

“C’mon bunny. You can ask me anything and I won’t judge you. You know that.” One of his hands comes to your knee, rubbing gently.

You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Do guys actually prefer when a girl is experienced? Does it... does it matter to them?” Whatever he thought you were going to ask... it certainly wasn’t this.

He raises his eyebrows and blows a breath out through his mouth.

“Some guys, yeah. I mean, it puts a lot of pressure on them to make sure your first time is good. Which is hard cause each girl cums differently and finds different things good so it’s hard to tell. Some guys like virgins but I think a lot like it if they aren’t a girl’s first just so they don’t have to live up to whatever expectations she may have.” He’s being honest with you and you value that, but it doesn’t exactly make you feel better about your situation.

You sit up and turn to him fully, a frown on your face.

“How do I find someone who’s willing to be my first so I can get it out of the way?” He inhales deeply, trying to take advantage of the situation in a way that won’t clue you into his true intentions. He wants you, but he wants you to think that he’s just helping you.

“You’ve gotta find someone you trust to do something like that, bunny. Someone who’s gonna be gentle with you because it’s gonna hurt a bit.” You frown, scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Where am I supposed to find someone who’s gonna be gentle with me like that? The only guys who even look at me are gross guys like Brock and I don't want someone like him to touch me.”

He brings one hand up to your head, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“I mean... I think I could find someone who would be willing to help you out. Show you the ropes just so you’re not totally inexperienced,” he murmurs, eyes focused on you as you look up at him slowly.

“Who?” His eyes flash down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you inhale sharply, realizing what he’s implying.

He doesn’t give you a second to object before he leans down and presses his lips against yours, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and lets his tongue explore your mouth.

It takes a moment but you give in, kissing him back. One of your hands finds his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands.

He shifts onto his side for a moment, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap.

The ball is in your court and you know you should stop but it feels so right. It’s something so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you wanna see where it will go. How it’ll feel to be touched by a man.

You finally pull away, panting hard with your eyes closed.

His hands grip your hips tightly and rock you forward, making you gasp as his hard length rubs against you through the material of your sweatpants.

“Steve wait,” you murmur, head falling back as he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Lemme teach you, Bunny. I’ll take good care of you, show you how it feels to be fucked properly. Please. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt by a guy who doesn’t care about your feelings. I’ll treat you so nice, Bunny, I swear.” His sweet words and the way he feels underneath you is enough to have you nodding.

He grins, one hand wrapping around your back as he quickly flips you onto your back. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull you tight against him.

He grinds against you for a moment longer before slowly pressing kisses down your neck and chest. He pulls away for a moment, just long enough to tear your shirt clean off your body, your bra following soon after.

His mouth kisses your breasts, giving each nipple far more attention than you thought he would. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, lips parted and heavy breaths falling from your mouth as a new type of pleasure builds inside of you.

“You like that?” He asks, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he uses his thumb and index finger to tweak at your other nipple.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back and pushing your chest against his face. His kisses slowly move further down your body, lips leaving a wet trail over your stomach and past your navel.

His eyes are locked on yours as his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.

You raise your hips without hesitation, nervous but excited.

He’s your step-brother, and it’s wrong, but he’s so sweet to you. If there was one person on the planet who you trust to take your virginity and teach you about sex it’s him.

Your eyes fall closed, partly out of embarrassment as he lays between your naked legs, eyes on your centre.

He hoists your legs over his shoulders and, after making sure you’re eyes are closed, grabs your discarded panties and presses them to his nose. He takes a long inhale and groans, intoxicated by the scent of you.

He tucks them into his pocket then reaches over your hips.

His thumbs spread your folds and you want to close your legs, but he makes it impossible. His tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit.

The sensation makes you jolt and Steve chuckles softly.

“Tell me what you like, Bunny. It won’t offend me. I wanna make you feel good.” You nod, grinding your teeth together and trying to clear the thoughts from your mind and focus on what he’s doing.

He finds your clit surprisingly easily, and you moan when he focuses his tongue on it.

“J-just like that... please...” He complies, working his tongue over the little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers slowly press into your heat.

You groan at the feeling, it being unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His fingers fill you up more than ever, and he works them inside of you until he hits a spot that has you jolting up, right hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut as he massages that spot inside of you.

It’s all too much, and in a few moments, you’re cumming all over his face and his fingers.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes find your face and he nearly cums in his pants.

The look of pure pleasure on your features is something he wishes he could take a picture of.

You look so fucking pretty when you cum.

He gently works you through your orgasm, pulling away only when your thighs start trembling. You open your eyes after a few more moments only to find him seated between your legs, pink lips glistening as he sucks your nectar off of his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” you repeat, one hand coming to your chest as you slowly catch your breath.

He chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“C’mon. M’gonna fuck you on a bed, not on a couch.” He scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms tightly wound around his neck as he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but it feels so good and you trust him so much.

You’re carefully laid on your back on his bed, the blankets cool against your hot skin. Steve kneels between your legs, hands resting on your hips while his eyes devour this image.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, feeling nervous about being naked beneath him, but he shakes his head and gently takes your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Bunny. You’re beautiful. Any man who gets to see you like this... is a fucking lucky one.” His eyes trace over your body, his words having lit a fire in his gut.

No other man is ever going to see you like this. He’ll make sure of that.

“C-can you take your clothes off? Please? I feel...” you trail off, embarrassed of both your nudity and your request.

“Of course, Bunny.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his shirt over his head, giving you a glorious view of his rippling muscles.

Your stepbrother has an amazing body. That much you learned the very first time he took his shirt off to go swimming with you.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, just long enough to kick off his sweatpants and his boxers, and then he’s between your legs again.

You inhale sharply when your eyes find his cock, fear and arousal filling you.

“A-am I... do you want me to...” Your eyes don’t leave his length and he chuckles, one of his hands moving down to slowly stroke himself.

“I just want you to lay back and feel good, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit, but you gotta relax. I’ll go slow.” You nod, hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as he scoots closer.

“If you’re really curious, I’ll teach you how to give head another day. But today is all about this.” The hot tip presses against your folds and you jump, wide eyes staring up at your step-brother.

“Now, when anyone else ever fucks you, make sure they wear a condom. But for your first time, I want you to get the full experience. It’ll feel better for you this way.” You nod, gripping his strong shoulders tightly as he leans down, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso.

He slides his cock through your folds, watching intently as your eyelids drop and your mouth falls open.

“Feels nice, Bunny? Nice and warm?” You nod, a whimper falling from your lips as his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

He pulls back after a moment more to align himself, then slowly pushes his cock into you.

Your face scrunches up in pain and he stops immediately, pulling back and leaning down until his face is above your heat.

You hear him spit a moment before you feel the liquid splatter against you. He does it a few times and you feel slightly mortified.

“Don’t be shy, Bunny. I just gotta make sure you’re nice and wet. It’ll stop it from hurting as much.” You nod, keeping your eyes closed as he hovers over you again.

This time when he pushes in it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.

He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he meets the band of resistance he was waiting for. He slowly pushes further, frowning when you wince and inhale sharply.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to.

When he’s finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a big breath.

“Look, Bunny.” You open your eyes and follow his gaze down to where the two of you are connected, your pussy fluttering around him at the sight.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you, and your lower abdomen bulges slightly because of it.

“You’ve got all of my big cock in you. Your pretty pussy is taking me like a champ.” You stare down at where his cock disappears inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips when he pulls out a few inches, only to push it right back in.

“Once I start moving it’ll feel better. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.” You nod, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of fulness. It’s like you’re finally getting something you didn’t know you needed.

He feels so hot and heavy inside of you, you want to keep him exactly where he is forever.

After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, you open your eyes and lift one hand to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap to yours, a soft admiration clouding his beautiful blues.

You pucker your lips and he smiles, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips while slowly starting to thrust.

His pace is slow and steady, pulling out nearly all the way then slowly pushing back in, each thrust stretching your walls further than the last.

“Fuck... you’re so fucking tight... feel so good, bunny.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as he gradually speeds up, each drag against your walls bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.

“S-steve... feels... feels nice... so big...” You’re hardly making any sense but you speak anyway, toes curling as he speeds up even more.

His lips find your throat and you whine loudly, nails raking down his back.

“M’gonna go harder and faster, okay Bunny? You ready?” You nod, mouth dropping open as he hammers his hips forward, cock hitting places inside of you that make you see stars.

The noises coming from you nearly have him cumming hard, but he grinds his teeth together. He’s determined to make you cum first.

One of his hands darts between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.

Your back arches hard, chest pressed tight against his as your eyes roll back into your head, an orgasm racing down your spine and exploding in your stomach.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, stars dance behind your eyes, and your cunt clamps down hard on Steve's cock.

The blond groans lowly, eyes squeezed shut as he falls into his own climax.

He fills you, white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.

The two of you stay like that, you trembling on the bed and Steve slowly starting to shake above you as his muscles threaten to give out.

After a moment he rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him to keep his cock locked inside of you.

His fingers trace along your spine, rubbing up and down so gently that it nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Fucking hell, bunny.” He presses his lips against your forehead, beyond satisfied with what just happened. You hum softly, nuzzling deeper against his chest.

He kicks the blankets up until they’re around his knees then pulls them up to cover the two of you.

You’re snuggled up against him, one of your legs tossed over his hip as his cock sits nice and snug inside of you.

“Thank you, Steve.” He’s quiet for a moment before hugging you tightly.

“Anything for you, Bunny.”

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