#and everyone is annoyed at me and they think i'm stupid

[coolmaycroft]

Recently I've seen discourse about how the Emo scene was a sort of subersive movement for sexuality and progressive identities, and that it was very progressive compared to today's climate.

Now, because I love memes:

What I remeber about Emo/Scene kids (as in my co-gens and me, since we were kids at the time) was very similar to what @homunculus-argument said:

My generation were assholes about this.

Emo/Scene kids got the most flack and bullying for a good 1.5 - 2 years. Everyone was against them; goths, metalheads, punks. Not just the Jocks and hip-hops, and whatever other urban fashions were in your country. The very Alt scene turned on them as soon as they started to gain notoriety. They called them "posers" because they weren't "tough" like the Goths or the Punks. My chemical Romance used to be called a "band for faggots". Gerard way himself disavowed any connection to the aesthetic.

People in my country had brawls where other urban tribes got into street fights with Emo/Scene kids. I was was friends with them and one day a bunch of other kids got to the town square and started to beat everyone sporting a one-eyed bob and hair extensions. A fricken ambulance had to show up.

Now, form my experience, it was mostly about fashion and music.

I've no problem with gen Zs and Alphas getting into the aesthetic but I just want to make very clear that most of the Emo movement was more about how you dressed and what you listened. Yes there was a slight discourse about breaking traditional gender conventions, boys being femenine, non-cishet relationships, but it was very mild. I got to see Emo friends say homophobic slurs, I saw them throw shade at fat people that couldn't pull the look. I never dared to pull the look because I had to wear glasses and have curly hair. We were not what you'd call "progressive" by modern standards.

Again: We. Were. Assholes.

Mostly it was about defending bands like My Chemical Romance and Fallout Boy as real musicians, writing cringe poems to hot emo girls in myspace, performatively cutting your wrists, and cutting ties with friends because you used to be Goth or a metalhead and suddenly wanted to listen to Panic at the Disco and use hair extensions.

If all this sounds shallow it's because it was.

Like yeah Boomers were conformist, and Gen Xrs were apathetic but my generation was overly concerned with an "identity" that was based on clothes and music and very mild subversion to cultural norms. Gay Emos, Bi Emos were rare. As rare as they were in other social groups. We were teens, we did a lot of stupid things thinking we were disrupting society. We were cringe like all people in their youth.

This is why I hate when people my age throw shade at kids these days. Like, my generation beat up other kids for the music they listened to or for wearing tight jeans. I'm sorry but that ranks worse on the list than annoying challenges and watching brainrot.

Gen Zs and Alphas were able to take the alt aesthetic and mix it all in a more friendly way. Nowdays you can wear goth clothes and listen to ska, reggaeton, watch star wars, anime. Back then if you were Punk and you got caught listening to metal you were labeled a poser, people would cut ties with you. We were that shallow.

You kids are doing alright.

I was 16 in 2010, I was there when the emo subculture first went mainstream, not even as a trendy thing to be, as much as a trendy thing to make fun of. And since kids who were born in 2010 are like 15 now, let me tell you you have no idea how legit fucking mean that shit was. Like making fun of kids who were just trying to be real, expressing themselves, dressing in ways that challenge gender roles, being bisexual and being open about being upset about being hated over just trying to be themselves in the best way they knew how. And people were like "lmao kill yourself faggot" over it.

Back then I would've never had the balls to do anything that anyone else would've called cringe, but sitting here right now procrastinating re-painting my nails (black chips so easily), I'm just thinking back like good grief, what a fucked up time that was.

[velvetvexations]

I don't ever want to come off like I'm scolding people for how they respond to the absolutely insane aggression they get on a daily basis. Posts calling out "transmisogyny" among people who discuss transandrophobia has gotten on my nerves some, particuarly about OOPs that just made me think "Ha! Good one." I regret not being more vocal when I disagreed with something like that because I feel like it was a genuine failure on my part to not stick up for people having extremely restrained reactions to people coming at them first much more viciously much more often.

Having said that, let's please, please remember that no trans woman needs to unlearn toxic masculinity. If a trans woman hates people with vulvas, it's just the same misogyny cis women exhibit and get from the same source: the constant messaging in society that those people are stupid and weak and annoying. It doesn't uniquely effect trans women because we were generally male socialized, that messaging is omnipresent and results in internalized misogyny in cis women extremely frequently. "Male socialization" is itself an extremely broad range of experiences and not even applicable to all trans women, some of whom report being female socialized or otherwise treated distinctly from other children AMAB growing up.

We do not need to speculate that much on why some trans women act like that. Just as they're capable of being misogynistic because it came free with living in a misogynistic society, so is everyone. It's not about being raised one way or the other. There's not really any way to square this position with opposition to sex-segregation, since it must necessarily justify the position that people AFAB need special exclusive spaces away from people who might still carry negative traits exclusive to male socialization. And that's not even true of cis men, let alone trans women.

[itsshawtyfellas]

Solo

Pairing: Thanos x fem!reader x Nam-Gyu

Warnings: 18+ (mature content such as masturbation, voyeurism, poly relationship, degradation kink, sex dream, drug mention, groping, cum)

A/N: ever since s2 of squid game came out I've been OBSESSEDDDD... like why is everyone so fine (no one would be safe from me) so I decided to write a little something 🫦 enjoy sluts

Ever since you've met them, you could say your life has been sort of... chaotic; both outside of the games and during them.

You weren't complaining though. Despite being absolutely fucked in both their heads, you loved them and they loved you... in their own weird and twisted ways. They would always complain and do stupid shit to get your attention whenever you were busy with something; they insult each other when it came to decide which one of them would hold you in your sleep; they would also fight to guess who would have the chance to fuck you.

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Their prying eyes were open with slightly dilated pupils from the drugs they took earlier and were fixated on you as you slept, the three of you hidden in the far bottom corner of the layers of bunk beds. Your body was in between theirs as they (once again) fought to sleep with you, only to end with their figures in each side, Nam-Gyu supporting his body with his elbow as he laid sideways while Thanos sat normally with his knees up and his arms on top of them. You were sleeping peacefully despite their murmuring voices until Thanos notices the slight change in your breathing pattern, tilting his head with furrowed eyebrows in confusion.

"Nah bro, I'm tellin' you that guy's fucking crazy to be playin' this shit all over again-" Nam-Gyu says with a smirk, not noticing Thanos' focus on your face as he tried to tell if you were going to wake up or not.

"Shut up." Thanos' baritone voice stops him mid sentence and Nam-Gyu only looks at him with an annoyed look until you hum in your sleep and he lifts his head, meeting Thanos' eyes to confirm if he heard the same. They both look down at you as their voices fade into the air, eventually thinking it was nothing abnormal and ready to go back to their previous conversation until you hummed again but it wasn't a casual hum you'd use to fill the silence.

No, it almost sounded like a hum of... pleasure. Upon this realization, their curious gazes and sultry grins stay fixated on your sleeping form, not aware that you were dreaming of them; of their hot and naked skin on yours as they fucked you senseless, wet lips glued to your neck and face as veiny hands roamed all over your body, from your bouncing tits all the way to your soaking wet cunt as you were seated on Nam-Gyu's lap, his cock in your tight asshole as he held your legs open to let Thanos fuck your warm pussy.

As the dirty scenario in your brain continued, you unconsciously start to lightly hump your hips against the air as another low hum escapes your lips, not even realizing it was all a dream nor feeling both men's wandering eyes as they took over your form with smirks on their faces, watching silently the way you, at some point, brought your hand to your core to lightly rub your clit through your clothes and they only shot each other a look of amusement, feeling their dicks twitch in their pants.

Still dreaming of their cocks inside of you, fucking you raw and deep, you let out a low whimper –not low enough since they could hear– as your hand travels to your heat again to rub yourself for a second time, feeling like you were getting closer and closer but before you could be near that peak, you feel your body twitch as you wake up and you take a sharp intake of breath to calm yourself down.

"Havin' fun, señorita?" Thanos' voice suddenly cuts through the silence, catching you off guard and your head turns to look to at him with wide eyes as he looks down at you with raised brows and an amused look.

"Looks like you're havin' a great time, huh?" Nam-Gyu teases and you glance at him to see that stupid cocky grin of his on his face and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, not bothering to respond as you try to hide the fact you still felt hot and bothered by closing your eyes to get some sleep. "Not gonna answer?" He continues with a low chuckle.

"That's weird... you weren't this quiet a few minutes ago." Thanos' words were teasing and you try to avoid giving both of them a snarky response, feeling heat rush to your cheeks due to the embarrassing fact they knew you were having a wet dream and you contemplated between answering them or going right back to sleep but your train of thoughts was interrupted the moment a ringed hand goes straight to your clothed core and roughly cupping it in his hand before letting it rest gently against it, causing your body to jolt at the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Don't tell us you're feelin' shy now." He continues his teasing as Nam-Gyu keeps his hand on you without moving it and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't turn you on. It caused you to almost move your hips against his hand but you managed to refrain yourself from doing so.

"C'mon guys, I just wanna sleep-" You pipe up with tiredness in your voice only for Nam-Gyu to interrupt you before you could finish. "Oh, do you?" He grins down at you as he squeezes your heat again and you instantly, without thinking, press your thighs together for some sort of relief and your sudden movement didn't go unnoticed by Thanos, whose wandering eyes never left your form as he also smirks.

"Someone's desperate-" The purple haired man grins mischievously and your eyes shoot up to him at his words, ready to give him a not so nice response before he continues. "-for a nice night of sleep, that is." He finishes, almost playfully as he sees the hunger and annoyance in your eyes. "Tsk, what did you think I meant, hm?"

"Oh, I think she wanted a part two." Nam-Gyu taunts with an egotistical grin oh his face, referring to the dream you had a few minutes ago before locking eyes with Thanos, whose tattooed hand starts petting your hair. "Is that so, señorita?"

"You guys are so fucking annoying, I swear..." She trails off with a slightly exaggerated eye roll, masking her arousal. "And yet we manage to fuck that out of you, right?" He asks rethorically, stopping you from continuing.

"Nah bro, she knows that... or maybe she doesn't..." The long haired man responds in your place, muttering an almost mocking 'dumb bitch' under his breath.

"Seriously, fuck you... both of you." You snap.

The men only look at each other with smug grins on their faces before bursting out laughing at your annoyance, having to cover their mouths so that they wouldn't accidentally wake up the other players. "What's the matter? Did we not fuck you good enough in your dream?" Nam-Gyu teases and his hand sneaks inside your pants and underwear, feeling the hot moisture of your cunt on his fingers and you buck your hips against his hand, biting the inside of your lower lip to suppress a moan.

"Wait... we must have 'cause she's so fucking wet already... shit, you hear that?" He grins at Thanos, who only smirks as he keeps petting your hair, listening to the sound of your heaved breathing and the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy the moment he slips two fingers inside you. He thrusts his fingers in and out at a fast and rough pace, causing you to gasp and your back to arch off the bed as you ache for relief but that's quickly stripped away from you when he stops his motion and takes his fingers out of you, wiping them on the thin blanket covering your body.

"What the fuck-" Your breathless voice and words immediately die in Thanos' mouth as he kisses you fervently with his hand still on your head, his tongue pushing past your lips and demanding entrance in your mouth, both of your tongues battling against each other before he pulls away, leaving you gasping with a cocky grin on his face. "Why are you so frustrated, huh? We just want the best for you." He says in a teasing sad tone while Nam-Gyu only laughs as he sees the frustration on your face.

"The best thing you two assholes can give me right now is a good night of sleep-" The last bit of her sentence is dragged out a little as ringed fingers start itching up your groin once again, his touch light and teasing causing your leg to twitch and for you to push his hand away.

"Woah, no need to be so rude."

"We're just trying to help... you need to relax."

Thanos finishes his sentence with a wink and a lopsided smile and Nam-gyu's dumb grin doesn't leave as he takes the blanket off your body and starts to pull your pants down along with your underwear and at this point you're already too turned on to care as you raise your lower half to let him take them off, pushing them towards the end of the bed with your legs. "There you go, see?" He in a low condescending tone as he watches you. "We'll make sure you get a tight sleep, ain't that right?"

Nam-Gyu only laughs before answering him in a hushed tone. "Yeah, we can't leave our girl hanging, right?" He teases as he keeps his focus on you and Thanos' painted fingernails scrape gently back and forth the skin of your groin before traveling to your inner thigh. You knew the game they were playing with you – a game they've played countless of times before in different circumstances – teasing and mocking you to no end when they knew you ached for the same thing they wanted, almost like a game of cat and mouse, with them always looking for ways to pounce on you. Even though you enjoyed when they did this, you couldn't help but take a brief glance around the area, wanting to make sure none of the other players were up and watching you before Thanos leans in to whisper 'no one's watching, don't worry' in your ear, interrupting your train of thoughts and you focus again on the feeling of his warm hand on your left thigh, noticing how Nam-Gyu's cold one went to your right thigh – a contrast between them. Both their hands take a firm hold on your legs as their lustful gazes meet with sinful grins, almost as if they were communicating telepathically when they suddenly pull your legs up and holding them to your chest, a low gasp escaping your lips as you felt a little too exposed to the cold air – or to anyone who could walk by.

Your breath catches a little as they ogled at your wet cunt without any shame, watching the way your gaping hole kept clenching around nothing with perversed smiles.

"Do you want something?" Nam-Gyu asks with mock empathy, watching the desperate look on your face and slight twitching of your hips, wanting them to do something, anything. Almost as if he read your mind, his fingers go back to your core, rubbing your folds with his middle finger before circling fast and light circles on your clit. Your back immediately arches as he does so and right before their ears could hear a moan, Thanos' palm covers your mouth, muffling any sound that could come out.

"Shh... c'mon, you don't wanna wake up the others, do you?" He beams, faking concern knowing he could care less if they got caught or not.

"You're a fuckin' slut, getting my fingers all wet like this but you like that, don't you?" The dark haired man sneers, pistoning his fingers in and out of your pussy with an unwavering speed and a firm grip on the back of your thigh. You bite your lower lip beneath Thanos' hand to suppress any sound that could come out but it got harder and harder as he keeps the relentless pace of his fingers.

You couldn't stop squirming around under their smug stares, uncontrollably rolling your hips against his hand the closer you got to the edge and a desperate pant leaves your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness in your walls, realizing he took his fingers out once again and you let your head fall back against the pillow.

"Aw, you poor thing. You were close, weren't you?" Thanos' deep voice rings in your ear, taunting you. "Make yourself come then." He directs and despite his usual playful attitude, you know when he's telling you to do something, you do it.

"You heard him, didn't you? C'mon, do it."

Although you felt slightly timid under their daring eyes, you weren't letting them repeat their words – knowing for a fact they would either fuck you out in the open or leave you hanging. You didn't bother to complain or plead them as you focused on the wetness between your legs, your right hand heading downwards and right to your stimulated clit, rubbing light circles on it and caressing your hole with you ring and middle finger from time to time.

"Jesus fuck..." You recognized Thanos' gravelly voice beside you as his free hand travels to the hem of your shirt, lifting it all the way up to your chin along with your bra, your nipples hardening due to the sudden cold air as he leaves you almost fully bare beneath them. He doesn't waste time in squeezing and toying with your hardened bud at the same time Nam-Gyu's warm mouth meets your other nipple, licking and sucking hard on it while holding your leg so he could have more access.

"Oh fuck..." You trail off with a moan and your eyes close, your hand gripping his dark locks as you bask in the feeling of their hands and mouth on you, including the feeling of your own touch as you pick up the speed of your fingers on your pussy.

You're too lost in your own pleasure to even realize that they stopped touching you, moving around on the bed so they could sit up on their knees beside your laying form before lowering their own pants and boxers to free their already hard cocks, stroking themselves at the sight of you.

"Fuck me... what a fucking slut. You like this, don't you?" Nam-Gyu taunts with a sly grin as his ringed hand goes back to your thigh, gripping it firmly again against your chest and that's when you open your eyes and notice their veiny hands stroking themselves, the sight turning you on even more.

"She fucking loves it, man. Put them inside for me, baby." The purple haired man nods towards the fingers currently circling your clit and you slip those same fingers inside your soaked cunt, filling the air with squelching sounds as you thrust them in and out, curling them the slightest bit to get the build up you needed to reach your orgasm.

"Oh God- fuck, I'm... I'm close." You panted.

"Hold it-" Nam-Gyu barks before Thanos stops him. "Fuck that, c'mon baby, make a mess for us."

You couldn't focus on their slight banter and much less on whose order to follow as you kept thrusting your fingers at a brutal pace, the skin of your palm hitting your clit just perfectly and just enough to make you spasm on the bed, a big wave of pleasure washing over you and taking over your body as you come, your mouth falling open involuntarily and you had to cover your mouth before any sound could escape.

"Fuck yes, that's my bitch... that's my fucking slut." Nam-Gyu adds in a trembling and hushed voice, almost as if he was saying it to himself the closer he got to his peak. By sensing this, you lift the fingers that were previously in your cunt and full of your arousal towards your mouth, giving them a taste of their own medicine by sucking on them as kept your eyes fixated on them and on the way they were rapidly stroking their dicks.

You suck the juices off your fingers until there was nothing left, not once taking your eyes off them, causing their hold on your legs to tighten and you help them by keeping them bent and glued to your chest.

A few seconds go by before Thanos body trembles as he gives his cock a few more messy strokes, his cum gushing out of him and falling directly on your vulva in thin ropes of white, a few low groans and a 'so fucking pretty' falling out of his lips as he adjusts his clothes and falling back on the mattress. Nam-Gyu follows right after, a series of low hums rumbling in his chest as he thrusts into his hand, his sperm shooting out of him as it hits not only your already cum covered cunt but also your thighs.

"There... now you don't have to dream." Nam-Gyu's sentence if followed by a slap on your thigh as pulls his pants back up and laying down on his back.

You could only sigh to yourself as you didn't feel fully satisfied but you knew they wouldn't easily give you what you wanted, so you silently put your track pants and underwear back on, feeling the moisture between your legs as their hot and sticky fluids seep through your skin and panties.

"That's our girl." Thanos chuckles amusingly along with Nam-Gyu as they both end falling asleep with their arms around you.

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A/N: I was supposed to post this days ago but I've been going through a MAJOR writers block but I'm glad I finally finished it... also the next fic might be a salesman one so pay attention... hope you enjoyed it loves🫶🏽

PS: funny how I started writing this on the toilet just to finish it the same way lmao

[ihanflwr]

yea my boyfriend's pretty cool - nishimura riki (pt.1)

next part

IN WHERE; you try to make your ex, riki, jealous. it doesn't work out the best for you.

genre: a tinyyy bit angsty, fluff

warning: a little bit of cursing, suggestiveness, underage drinking.

not proofread! 🙆🏾‍♀️

it started off great. it was finally your birthday, and to celebrate, you invited all your friends and mutuals.

it's the first time you hosted something so big, especially for your own birthday. honestly, you just couldn't wait for everyone to leave already.

you didn't plan for there to be alchohol at the party, it just.. happened. so now you're technically responsible for a bunch of drunk teenagers.

(more under cut)

knowing you get drunk easily, you decided to not drink tonight. you can have fun while being sober.

"ugh, this is a mess," you grumble to ni-ki, "you're gonna help me clean this up right?" you tease, turning back to look at him. you blink in confusion.

he was just walking right behind you, and now he's gone? how long were you talking to yourself for?

you see him in the distance talking to a girl. you quickly approach him and wrap your arm around his, your grip tight.

it was almost midnight, and you guys were outside at your pool. your parents were pretty wealthy, so they could afford this big yard.

it's windy af so you have to squint to look up at ni-ki. he awkwardly nudges you away gently, going back to talking with that girl. they were acting like you werent even there.

you frown and reach for his arm again. he lets out an exasperated sigh. "not right now," he urges, briefly looking down at you and then contuing his convo.

you slowly look at the girl he was talking to, scanning her features. naoi rei.

she was older than you, and more athletic, and maybe even funnier. but your ego is never letting you believe that.

you have nothing against her, but why was she ignoring your prescense? maybe she's drunk. she notices your glare and smiles at you.

she isnt trying to be condescending, but thats the way you take it. your expression doesn't falter. infact, that just makes you angrier.

"i think i should leave you two alone," she says awkwardly, still smiling. "i'll see you inside! i think." she scurries away, going inside the house.

you turn to face ni-ki. knowing what's coming, he runs a hand along his hair and groans.

"what's your problem?" he asks, almost scowling at you.

"what's yours?" you retort. "i'm your girlfriend, but it seems like you have bigger priorities."

"i'm not allowed to discuss schoolwork with a classmate?" he crosses his arms.

"you can discuss schoolwork... at school."

"you mean mug every female that looks in my direction," he says passive-agressively.

"no i don't," you lie, not bring able to look at him.

"listen," he starts, taking a deep breath. "i don't wanna argue with you." he starts to walk away from you. you grab his arm and stand in front of him, blocking his away. which is stupid because he can easily just walk around you if he really wanted to leave.

"i don't either. just admit you were in the wrong," you mutter.

"why am i always in the wrong?" he asks, starting to get a little annoyed, now.

"i dunno, ask yourself that. maybe you should reflect--"

"this isn't gonna work," he suddenly interrupts. your eyes widen, backing away from him.

"what?"

"this isn't gonna work," he repeats. without further explaining himself, he walks away from you, heading towards the house.

for a few minutes, you keep trying to pinch yourself to see if this is just a dream. you look back at the house, faint music playing.

aint no way he's trying to go into my house after dumping me, you think to yourself. you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but its no use.

you storm into the house, turning the lights on and shutting off the speaker. everyone turns to look at you.

"everybody needs to get the FUCK out," you yell, and everyone kind of stands there for a minute.

"hello? y'all deaf?" you shout again. everyone quickly scrambles to gather their stuff and cram out the door. in the crowd, you notice ni-ki's lingering gaze on you. obviously, you ignore it.

finally, it seems like everyone's out the house. your home is now a mess, and you only have 3 days to clean the whole place by yourself before your mom gets back.

tears threatning to fall at your eyes, you plop onto the couch and curl up into a ball, tightly hugging a pillow.

"bad bitches don't cry," you try to encourage yourself, but it makes you wanna cry even more from how corny that was. you squeeze your eyes shut.

you can hear soft footsteps approaching you. "whats wrong with you?" a concerned voice asks.

you slowly open your eyes and look up at the person. it was your best friend, sunoo. behind him was winter, biting her lip nervously.

you abruptly burst into tears, and winter and sunoo rush over to hug you. no words needed to be said. your soft sniffles and occasional whimpers is all that could be heard.

last night was ROUGH. you didn't even wipe off yout makeup, so you woke up with mascara stains all over your cheeks. you have a pounding headache after crying so much the previous night.

your mood lightens a bit when you see winter and sunoo laying on either side of you. it seems like they slept with you to comfort you throughout the night. you don't remember much, just a bunch of sobbing.

"you finally up?" winter asks softly. you nod, sitting up. she sits up too.

"are you gonna tell us what happened?" she inquires, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"mhm, just waiting for sunoo to wake up," you mumble. "but long story short, riki broke up with me."

"what!?" winter shrieks, making sunoo jolt up. he rubs his eyes.

"what happened?" he asks groggily, slowly sitting up as well.

"y/n and riki broke up," winter says with a slight pout.

"seriously?" sunoo gasps. you can notice them both reaching in for another hug. you place your hands in front of them.

"crying all day isn't gonna accomplish anything," you admit. you were moreso trying to convince yourself rather than your friends. winter hums in agreement.

"we should get started on cleaning up," sunoo proposes, getting up and stretching.

"you guys don't have to," you say gratefully.

"you're tell me you were planning on doing this by yourself?" winter raises an eyebrow. you gently elbow her.

"i'm tryna be nice here," you whine, and she giggles. it's so fun to tease you.

soon enough, you all get washed up and start cleaning. while cleaning, you explain more in depth about what happened last night.

"has he texted you after last night?" sunoo asks as he cleans the windows.

"i don't know, i haven't checked my phone in a while," you say while wiping the countertops. you stop what you're doing and pull your phone out from your pocket, taking off 'do not disturb.'

yup, 12 missed calls from ni-ki. and a bunch of text messages. you even got one from rei. you bite your lip and without hesitation, you block him.

"rei texted me," you say, clearly avoiding the point.

"and as for riki..?" winter asks, pausing her vacuuming to approach you and look over your shoulder to see your phone. sunoo shortly joins in, too.

"i blocked him, so i'm not really sure," you shrug and stuff your phone back in your pocket.

"damn, you blocked him quick," sunoo says, and he can't help but laugh. you nod.

random a/n: who wants to be moots plspls

"what'd rei say?" winter chimes in. you unlock your phone and open your messages.

"at 12am yesterday-- or today technically-- she just sent a paragraph of her apologizing and saying she hopes she's not the reason we broke up." you say. sunoo and winter silently read the text message before sunoo clears his throat.

"how'd she know you guys broke up?" sunoo asks. that's a pretty good point, you think. "either word got around very quick, or ni-ki scurried to tell her as soon as y'all broke up."

"i fear it's the latter option," winter says nervously, biting on her finger.

"i dont wanna go to school tomorrow!" you announce, leaning against the counter. "me and riki sit together in like every single class!"

"don't you have a good relationship with riki?" winter aks sunoo. "maybe you can talk to him."

"i guess i could," sunoo says hesitantly, "but i don't wanna start conflict."

"you don't have to," you reassure, "i can just confront him myself."

winter grins, as if saying "you know damn well." you shoot her a nasty look.

"what? you don't think i can do it?" you ask.

"how about we just take the simpler route," sunoo suggests, "you get a fake boyfriend to make him jealous."

"my life is NOT some sick wattpad fanfic," (🤔) you grumble.

"oh yea, what was the other message rei sent you?" winter asks. you unlock your phone once more.

"its her asking me if i can unblock ni-ki," you groan, rolling your eyes. "this is so stupid."

"take my idea into account," sunoo reminds you. you side eye him but he tries to redeem himself. "a bunch of hot guys like to get jobs at the 7-11 a few blocks away from our campus. don't ask how i know. but anyways, most of them go to our school so maybe-- just maybe-- you could shoot your shot with one of them. just a suggestion."

you cross your arms and turn to face him fully.

"you want me to work at 7-11 just so i can pull some guys?" you ask.

"pretty much," he gives you a thumbs up.

"that's kind of smart, though!" winter says, slinging her hand arpund your shoulder. "you should consider it."

'hmm, maybe," you sigh. "let's just focus on cleaning for right now?" you suggest, resuming your tidying. sunoo and winter agree, going back to cleaning up.

it's gonna be a long week.

pt.2 coming soon :)

[arivsxq]

meddle about chapter 6

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Theme: strangers to lovers, angsty shit

Warnings: smut, hookup, fwb, maybe slow updates

Word count: 3,8k+

Songs: Meddle about - Chase Atlantic

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A/N: Hey guys, it's been over a week but I'm back. I have some struggles in my private life that might affect the uploads but I try my best to post regularly. This chapter is a bit short but don't worry I'm working on a longer one. Right now chapter 7 has 6k words. I might post it this week or next, we'll see but til then I hope you'll enjoy this one<3

A whole week had passed since we both agreed on the whole friends-with-benefits thing. And to be honest, the weirdness in the air faded really quickly, but we also didn't get intimate the whole time, so I couldn't quite tell how long the weirdness would be gone. At least I had the time to start all over with my art project and make it watchable this time.

At the weekend, everyone was busy studying for the upcoming exams, while I had to attend another soul-sucking event my parents wanted me to. This time, I kept my mouth shut and didn't speak unless I had to. This was the first night after a long time my parents didn't call me the biggest disappointment. It felt nice. Too nice for my liking. I wasn't used to them behaving this way, but I also wasn't used to me behaving like they wanted me to behave.

I kept my back straight and my smile polite as I stood among a crowd of well-dressed people who spoke in clipped, rehearsed tones. The event hall was grand, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the scent of expensive perfume and champagne thick in the air. My parents were busy socializing, shaking hands with people I barely recognized, people who pretended to care about each other's achievements while secretly competing for who had the best success story to flaunt.

I hated these events. Always had.

But after hours of suffering, I was driven home by the driver of my parents, and for the first time, I felt like I wasn't a burden to them. Maybe it was my fault all along, and I was being childish and overdramatic. Maybe this was what I had to do the whole time, keep my mouth shut and do what they wanted me to for a few hours. I mean, that's the least I can do, right?

A few days later, I was sitting in the campus library, attempting to shove an entire semester's worth of knowledge into my already exhausted brain.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't working.

I stared blankly at my notes, the words blurring together into an indecipherable mess. Art history. Movements, techniques, dates. Normally, I found some level of interest in it, but today, everything felt dull and suffocating. Probably because my brain was still preoccupied with thoughts I didn't want to have.

Thoughts about that stupid event. About how easy it had been to be the daughter my parents always wanted. About how it had made me feel, lighter, in a way, but also... less. I hated that I was still thinking about it. It wasn't a big deal. I did what I had to do. That was life, right?

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Focus. I needed to focus. I had exams coming up. Real-life problems that needed my attention. The chair across from me scraped against the floor, and before I even looked up, I knew who it was.

Jungkook.

Because of course, the universe wasn't going to let me sit in peace and overthink my existence in solitude.

He plopped down, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "You look miserable for someone who is a bit overdressed."

I shot him a flat look. "That's because I am miserable."

He snorted, peeking at my notes. "Cramming last minute?"

"No, I just love spending my free time reading about 18th-century brush techniques."

Jungkook smirked. "Sexy."

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you here?"

He shrugged. "Felt like annoying you."

Of course he did.

I sighed, tapping my pen against my notebook. Jungkook had an annoying talent for making me forget whatever I was brooding about, and as much as I wanted to stay in my little bubble of self-pity, part of me was relieved he was here.

"Did you even study?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

He leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. "Nope. Just gonna wing it."

I groaned. "You can't just wing it. These exams are-"

"Relax, I'll be fine." He tilted his head, studying me for a second. "You, on the other hand, look like you might explode."

"That's because I might explode."

He chuckled, and then his gaze softened slightly. "Still thinking about the event?"

I hesitated. I hadn't told him much, just the basics. That it had been suffocating. That my parents had, for once, not looked at me like I was a letdown. I hadn't told him the part where I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

Jungkook sighed, leaning forward again. "Look, I know you want them to see you. Really see you. But don't lose yourself trying to be someone you're not."

I swallowed. "I'm not."

He raised an eyebrow.

I exhaled sharply. "I just... I don't know. Maybe I make things harder than they have to be."

Jungkook studied me, then reached over, plucking my pen from my hand. "Let's take a break."

I frowned. "I can't."

"Yes, you can." He smirked. "Come on, let's go get food. You're going to fail your exams and die of stress at this rate."

I stared at him, my mind warring between wanting to be responsible and knowing he was right.

Finally, I sighed. "Fine."

His grin widened. "Knew you'd see reason."

On our way out, we nearly crashed into Namjoon, who looked like he was one all-nighter away from complete collapse. His arms are stacked with books, thick ones, the kind that makes you reconsider your entire life's choices, and the dark bags under his eyes suggest he hasn't seen the sun in days. He doesn't even seem to notice us. Or anyone, really. Just a man and his books, locked in an academic death match.

"Dude," Jungkook says, stepping aside before Namjoon accidentally bulldozes through him. "Blink twice if you're alive."

Namjoon blinks exactly zero times.

I tilt my head, eyeing his precariously stacked tower of textbooks. "Do you need help?"

Namjoon finally registers our existence, blinking blearily like he's just now remembering the concept of human interaction. "No, no, I'm good," he mutters, adjusting the books in his grip. One slides dangerously close to the edge, and I instinctively reach out, steadying it before it topples.

"You sure?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He sighs, clearly not sure, but Namjoon being Namjoon, he nods anyway. "Just... finals. You know how it is."

Jungkook smirks. "Can't relate."

I shoot him a look. "That's because you have the study habits of a cockroach."

Jungkook shrugs, entirely unbothered. "Hey, cockroaches survive everything."

Namjoon barely reacts, just exhales tiredly. "I should go. Still have three chapters to get through before my next class."

Jungkook looks as if he saw a dinosaur. "Is this some rich kid stuff?"

"Jungkook...that's called studying," I say with zero emotion.

He lifts his arms in a motion that makes me read his mind. "no need to get personal" would his exact words be.

After giving him a not-so-friendly look, he speaks again, "And when was the last time you slept?"

Namjoon pauses as if actually having to dig through his brain for the answer. That in itself is concerning.

I cross my arms. "Namjoon."

"Technically, I napped for twenty minutes on my desk," he says as if that's supposed to reassure me.

Jungkook grins. "Damn. That's worse than you, Y/N."

I ignore him. "Namjoon, you're going to pass out if you keep this up."

"I can't fail this class," he says, almost desperately. "If I don't-"

"Yeah, yeah, your entire academic career crumbles, and life as you know it ends," Jungkook deadpans. "We get it."

I shoot him another glare before turning back to Namjoon. "At least eat something," I insist. "We're getting food. Come with us."

Namjoon hesitates, glancing at his books like they might get up and walk away if he abandons them for too long.

Jungkook nudges him. "Come on, brainiac. You'll study better if you're actually conscious."

Namjoon sighs, rubbing a hand over his exhausted face. "Fine. But only for a little bit."

"See?" Jungkook grins, throwing an arm around Namjoon's shoulder as we walk out. "This is why we're friends. We save you from yourself."

Namjoon just groans. "I already regret this."

I laugh. "Too late."

***

Another few days had passed, making today a Friday. Normally, I would be happy, but I knew I would be studying the whole weekend without any break.

Or so I thought.

By the time the evening rolled around, my brain was already fried from staring at the same notes all day. My eyes felt like they were going to melt out of my skull, and the idea of spending another two days like this made me want to throw myself into oncoming traffic.

I sighed, stretching my arms over my head when my phone buzzed on my desk.

Jungkook: Get dressed. We're going out.

I frowned at the screen.

Me: No.

Jungkook: Yes.

Me: I have exams, and you too, idiot.

Jungkook: And you also have a life. Come on, just a few hours. You're going to fail if you burn out.

He wasn't wrong. Not that I was about to admit that.

Me: Where?

Jungkook: That's the spirit. I'll be outside in 10.

I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face. Was I really doing this? Was I really going to let Jungkook drag me out when I should be knee-deep in revision?

Apparently, yes.

With minimal effort, I threw on something decent, not bothering too much because, knowing Jungkook, we weren't going anywhere fancy.

When I stepped outside, he was already there, leaning against his bike like he had all the time in the world. He whistled when he saw me. "Hot."

I rolled my eyes. "This is a bad idea."

"Probably." He tossed me a helmet. "Come on."

I hesitated for exactly two seconds before sighing and climbing on behind him.

Jungkook didn't tell me where we were going, which should've been a red flag, but at this point, I was too tired to fight him. The city lights blurred past as we sped through the streets, the cool air against my skin waking me up more than caffeine ever could.

Eventually, we stopped in front of a small but crowded bar tucked between two buildings. The neon sign flickered slightly, and I could already hear the bass of whatever song was playing inside.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? A bar? Again? This won't end up well."

Jungkook shrugged. "Thought you could use a drink."

I gave him an exhausted look. "Jungkook."

"It'll help, I promise."

I sighed. "Fine. One drink."

Inside, the place was packed with students who had also clearly given up on pretending to be responsible. The music wasn't deafening, but it was loud enough that conversations had to be spoken close. Jungkook led us to a booth in the corner, ordering drinks without even asking me what I wanted.

Minutes later, I was nursing a cold glass in my hands, already feeling some of the stress slipping away. Maybe Jungkook was onto something. Maybe I did need a break.

That's when I saw him.

Across the room, leaning against the bar, talking to some girl with an easy smirk. My ex. The ex who had fucked my so-called "friend" behind my back.

My stomach twisted. Because of course, of all places, of all nights, he had to be here too.

Jungkook followed my gaze, then leaned in slightly. "You okay?"

I swallowed, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. Totally."

Lies. Jungkook didn't look convinced. His eyes flickered between me and the scene unfolding across the bar, where my ex was now leaning in, whispering something in the girl's ear that made her giggle. My grip tightened around my glass.

"Want me to punch him?" Jungkook asked casually, taking a sip of his drink. He didn't know who this guy was, but he could tell that something had happened between us.

I snorted. "Tempting. But no."

He hummed, tilting his head. "I could just trip him on his way to the bathroom. Real subtle."

"Jungkook."

"What?" He shrugged. "Assholes deserve consequences."

I sighed, forcing myself to look away. I was over it. Or at least, I was supposed to be. It had been months since the breakup, and I had no business still feeling anything about it. But seeing him now, so unbothered, so fine, yeah, it stung.

Maybe it was less about him and more about the fact that I had spent so much time feeling like shit while he got to walk around acting like he never did anything wrong. Like I never even mattered.

"Hey," Jungkook said, nudging my knee with his. "You want to leave?"

I thought about it. I thought about bolting out the door, about locking myself in my room and pretending I never saw him. But then I imagined him seeing me do that. Imagined him thinking I still cared enough to let him ruin my night.

"No." I squared my shoulders. "I'm fine."

Jungkook watched me for a beat, then smirked. "Then let's make him uncomfortable."

I frowned. "What?"

But before I could fully process what was happening, Jungkook was moving closer, slinging an arm over the back of the booth behind me. His fingers brushed against my shoulder as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

I tensed. "Jeon-"

He grinned. "Relax. Just making sure he sees you having a great time."

I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth twitched. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe." His smirk widened. "But you're smiling now."

Damn it. He was right.

And, because the universe has a twisted sense of humor, when I finally let myself relax, when I finally let Jungkook distract me, that's when my ex noticed us. I felt it before I saw it. That shift in the air, the weight of an unwelcome gaze settling on me.

Slowly, I turned my head, meeting his eyes across the bar.

His smirk faltered. His jaw tightened.

And I, just to be petty, leaned into Jungkook's touch, tilting my head slightly as I laughed at something he whispered in my ear.

My ex's expression darkened.

"Alright," Jungkook murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Now this is fun."

I took a slow sip of my drink, my eyes still locked with my ex's. His date was saying something to him, but he wasn't listening anymore. His focus was on me.

Jungkook chuckled, a low and amused sound. "He looks like he just bit into a lemon."

"Good," I muttered.

Jungkook tilted his head. "Want to really piss him off?"

I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What exactly are you suggesting?"

He smirked. "Come dance with me."

I hesitated. That was a dangerous idea. Jungkook was already dangerously attractive, and if we danced, really danced, there was no way my ex wouldn't take notice.

But wasn't that the whole point?

"Fine," I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the dance floor before I could overthink it.

The music pulsed around us, the bass vibrating through the floor. The crowd moved as one, bodies pressed close, the air thick with heat and energy. Jungkook pulled me into him, his hands settling low on my waist as he moved to the beat.

"You sure you can handle this, Kook?" I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He grinned. "You have no idea."

And then he really started dancing. Smooth, fluid movements that had me pressed flush against him, his hands guiding my hips in sync with his own. It was effortless, natural, the kind of chemistry that made the whole room fade away.

I knew my ex was watching. I felt his stare burning into my skin. And then, because I was feeling bold, reckless, and petty, I tipped my chin up, brushing my lips against Jungkook's ear.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

Jungkook stilled for half a second. Just a half second. Then his hands tightened on my waist, and he pulled me in, crashing his lips onto mine.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was heat and tension and something electric. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer, and I let out a sound I swore was just for effect. But then he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up my back, and suddenly I wasn't thinking about my ex anymore.

I was only thinking about him.

The crowd pressed around us, bodies moving, music pounding, but all I could feel was Jungkook, his touch, his breath, the way he kissed me like he meant it.

When we finally pulled away, I was breathless. Jungkook's eyes were dark, unreadable, his chest rising and falling.

"Well," he murmured, lips ghosting against mine. "That should do it."

I blinked, momentarily forgetting what it even was. But then I caught a glimpse of my ex storming toward the exit, and I smirked. Maybe this whole friends with benefits wasn't a bad thing after all. To be honest, this man can kiss, and holy shit, the things I would do to feel these lips again.

"Mission accomplished."

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. "You're trouble."

I shrugged. "You knew that already."

He hummed, eyes dropping to my lips. "Yeah. But I think I like it."

Jungkook's eyes flickered to my lips again, his tongue darting out to wet his own like he was contemplating something. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, my skin buzzing in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. And the worst part? I didn't want it to stop.

"Wanna get out of here?" Jungkook murmured, his voice low, intimate, just for me.

I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, pushed him away, made some joke to diffuse whatever the hell was happening between us.

But I didn't.

Instead, I nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."

His smirk deepened, and before I could second-guess myself, he was grabbing my hand and leading me through the throng of people. I barely registered the bodies we brushed past, the music pounding in my ears. My focus was only on him, the warmth of his hand, the way his grip tightened slightly like he was making sure I wouldn't change my mind.

Outside, the cool night air hit me like a slap, sobering but not enough to shake off the way Jungkook was looking at me. Like I was something he wanted to devour.

"So..." he drawled, leaning against his bike, watching me with that lazy smirk. "What now?"

I swallowed. I should go home. I should get back to my notes, to my exams, to my sanity. But I wasn't thinking straight. I stepped closer, reaching for his jacket, fingers curling around the fabric. "Take me home." His smirk faltered for just a second, his dark eyes searching mine. And then—

"Yeah," he exhaled, voice rough. "Okay."

The ride back was a blur. I barely felt the wind against my skin, and barely noticed the city lights flashing past. All I could focus on was the warmth of Jungkook's body in front of me, the way my arms were wrapped around his torso, my fingers clutching at his shirt.

By the time we reached my place, I was already breathless. I slid off the bike, turning to face him. He didn't move, just sat there, watching me like he was waiting for me to say something.

"Come inside," I said before I could stop myself.

His eyes darkened. "You sure?"

I nodded.

He killed the engine, swung his leg over, and followed me inside without another word. The door had barely clicked shut before he was on me. His hands were everywhere, gripping my waist, sliding up my back, threading into my hair as his lips crashed onto mine again, hungrier this time. I gasped against his mouth, my fingers tugging at his jacket, and he groaned, deep and low, before shrugging it off.

"This is a bad idea. I have to study," I muttered against his lips.

Jungkook grinned. "Fuck it."

And then we weren't talking anymore. His lips were insistent, pressing against mine like he had something to prove like this was something inevitable. My back hit the door, his hands skimming down my sides, fingers gripping just tight enough to make my breath catch.

I should stop this.

But then he exhaled against my skin, his lips trailing along my jaw, and suddenly, stopping felt like the last thing I wanted to do.

"Let me take all your stress away," Jungkook murmured against my collarbone, his voice low, and rough, his hands slipping beneath my shirt's hem.

I grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, dragging him closer, pulling him into me until there was no space left between us. I felt his smirk before he kissed me again, deep and slow this time like he was savoring it. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Somewhere in the mess of limbs and heat, we stumbled toward my couch. The backs of his knees hit the edge, and he let himself fall, pulling me down with him. I was sitting on his lap, and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

"Want to fuck you so bad," he murmured.

"Stop talking" I whispered back, my fingers tracing up his neck.

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering between mine before he kissed me again. I started feeling him growing harder underneath me, making me let out a soft moan. Without thinking any further, my hips started grinding against his slowly. Jungkook let out a muffled "fuck" against my lips before his tattooed hand trailed down to my ass.

Another moan escaped my mouth when I felt him gripping my ass.

"I'll come if you continue making these noises," his voice is husky, making me wetter than I was before.

I couldn't think straight as soon as his other hand started massaging my breasts. At that moment, I knew I was fucked. At that moment, I knew he had me wrapped around his finger, and holy shit, I hated it. I hated that he had this much power over me right now. That if he would stop, I'd beg him to continue.

"Fuck, Koo," my whines brought out a low groan out of him, and our movements became faster. 

His hand left my ass and went up to stroke my hair. My head fell on his shoulder while my breathing became more uneven.

"I'm so close baby" Jungkook brings out before he said, "Fuck you're so perfect".

A loud whine escaped my mouth and my fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt. And a few moments later, we both came. I should've said something. I should've broken the tension, made some jokes, and kept things light before my brain caught up with my body and started overthinking everything. 

Instead, Jungkook beat me to it.

"Shit," he muttered, "That was..."

"Yeah," I exhaled, turning my head to look at him. 

Silence stretched between us, not exactly uncomfortable, but definitely charged. His fingers traced lazy patterns against my skin, absentminded but deliberate.

"Are we going to pretend this didn't happen?" I asked finally, forcing some kind of normalcy into my voice.

Jungkook tilted his head toward me, his lips twitching into something almost amused. "Do you want to pretend it didn't happen?"

I opened my mouth, ready to say yes, ready to make this easy, but then he dragged his fingers up my side, his touch featherlight, and my body betrayed me with a shiver.

His smirk deepened. "That's what I thought."

I groaned, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you dry-humped me."

I moved my head to glare at him again. "This doesn't mean anything."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

I huffed. "I'm serious. This was just... stress relief. A one-time thing."

"Right."

"Jungkook."

"Y/N."

I narrowed my eyes. He was enjoying this way too much.

"Whatever," I muttered, suddenly exhausted.

Jungkook chuckled. "If you say so."

Silence again, but this time, it felt heavier.  I should tell him to leave. I should establish some kind of boundary before this got messy.

But I didn't.

"Wanna stay?" I said instead, and the next thing I remember is him lying beside me in only sweatpants.

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hello just wanted to say I think you’re really cool and I love your art!! I also LOVE romike too, super excited for their dynamic in s5

I’d love to hear your thoughts on them and if you have any predictions/theories/things you’d like to see with them next season :]

OHHHHH MY GOD thank you this is such an amazing question !!!! so sorry it took me so long to answer however i have very many Thoughts™

the idea of robin and mike being friends is soooo dear to me you don't even understand. romike has been on my mind since before s4 even came out #Tbh I just think that they are so similar and tethered and it's just so shocking that they haven't properly interacted yet!!!

obviously I think romike first came to fruition through the idea that robin would act like a gay mentor to mike and kind of guide him to realize his feelings for will, but they're so much more than this mentor/mentee relationship. not only would it be an interesting dynamic to explore as they have barely interacted, but they are literally both Anxiety As A Person and their personalities would compliment each other so well. mike's reluctance to open up to people & robin's willingness to ramble to anyone she meets? sign me up. both are bottling up their emotions in totally different ways. i would live for them awkwardly bumping into each other and mike finding her annoying at first but then realizing she is literally his carbon copy and that they are so much more alike than he first thought. (I would argue that they are literally madwheeler 2.0 sans the bitchiness.) them both bonding over the fact that they have trouble expressing their emotions and that they feel like outsiders????? them both realizing they are stuck in the same boat and using each other as an outlet to open up (+ it would be way easier for them to talk about these things because they aren't super close)????? hEllooooo duffers Are u seeing this?????? their dynamic would be so interesting if they don't write it I'm going to have to do it myself.

as for general predictions/theories..... oh boy I have Lots!!!!

I think that the writers are leaning more towards a rowill focus than a romike one this season so I don't think we will see as much as them as I would hope for. BUT this post gives me the idea that we will get a bunch of romikewill scenes on the farm with maybe a dash of one-on-one romike content sprinkled in there for the wellbeing of the people (the people being me and the other two romike fans on this app). as much as I love romike I think will and robin are the characters who Need to talk to each other the most because they're both still closeted. though as I said before I pray that the duffers will realize the potential that romike has as well 🙏

so I've basically done a whole lot of rambling and haven't even answered your question so I'm just gonna get straight to what I want for them this szn if this were my perfect world 🎉

I have this one recurring dream that mainly only exists because of a fic I wrote an extremely long time ago but basicalllyyy the essence of it was that mike and el were in this weird phase in their relationship where they were distant, awkward, and were almost uncomfortable around each other? so mike, incredibly frustrated and fed up with this, starts acting moody and withdrawn from everyone else. also bc this is s5 lets just add the fact that his sister is missing, he just got beat up by the school bullies, and maybe he and will got into the painting fight or something. so just imagine mike being almost reclusive and reserved on the farm set. maybe robin notices his lack of exuberance (that's probably not the right word but whatever) and decides to take matters into her own hands. she asks what his deal is and if he's doing all right with everything going on. mike pretends he's super annoyed by her because of all the questions she asks him but maybe she makes some offhand remark about how they're stuck on this stupid farm and it'll only get worse if he keeps acting like this. (and also, they have bigger issues to worry about!) so mike, quickly realizing that robin is literally the only person on this farm that is there for him to talk to, opens up to her a little reluctantly about everything going on with him. it's important that this is a slow process and that he doesn't dump everything on her at once. maybe he says that he doesn't know what he's doing with his and el's relationship and how will's not talking to him and that he feels he keeps screwing things up with the people he cares about the most. insert moment of robin being robin and clearing up the air, relieving the tension off mike's shoulders, and also giving him some very valuable advice!! obviously there's much more here to explore upon but the general gist of it is that they become much closer after this. robin learns that she can open up to mike too, about how some "person" that she's interested in is giving her mixed signals and how she is actually very scared about the end of the world but feels like she has to deflect everything with humour. they learn they are able to confide in each other and boom romike world domination!!!

I kind of what them to be like a mix of steve & robin and mike & nancy and mike & max, if that makes sense. like steve and robin's closeness, mike and nancy's worry about each other, and mike and max's bickering and (loving) malice. Idk mike is very irritable and snarky and robin is very direct and straightforward and also very tentative so I think their dynamic would just feel natural and compliment each of their personalities!!

I also think their dynamic could be veryyy beneficial to discovering the key to destroying vecna once and for all !!! these two are arguably the smartest characters on the show and work in very like minded ways. robin figured out when blue meets yellow in the west (cough) and that music is the key to getting out of vecna's mindscapes. mike has had wayyy too many clutch moments during the show that I can't mention here otherwise this post would get too long, but you get the point. putting both of their brains together might help our characters figure out how to end this battle. this script that maya hawke posted a while back that features both of mike and robin's names makes me very hopeful that this will be a possibility in s5. (potential st5 spoilers incoming ->) my current running Theory is that mike and robin discover that the military or hnl (is it still running in s5? idk) are running experiments on kids again and use the mccorkle farm and subsequent tunnels underneath to help the kids escape. (mayhaps this is how derek ends up on the farm after being spotted with the military??? idk.)

I am trying not to get my hopes up about robin and mike being spotted at hawkins lab together (potentially with el and will too 👀) but I have a feeling that this is related to whatever was going on in the tunnels. I have No Clue about what is going down at hawkins lab but one can only hope that they are there because the gang realized they needed two of the smartest people as well as the two strongest/most powerful to figure out the situation with the gates. great minds think alike or something like that!!!

this is more leaning towards romikewill territory but Idk I would just liveeeee for a scene of robin picking up on the labyrinthine circumstance that is will & mike's relationship and teasing mike about it !!! and in return I would like a Lot of mike teasing robin about vickie. I think (key word Think) vickie is on the farm with them so I need lots of scenes of robin not so subtly flirting with vickie and vickie flirting back and giggling like a maniac and mike noticing out of the corner of his eye and smiling. i want him to go up to robin later and just whisper shout that vickie is soooo into her. something similar happening with byler and robin noticing would also be very plausible. i just think it would be so sweet for mike and robin to see themselves in their friends and the people around them to help guide them towards their self-acceptance arcs, and learn that there is some hope for them after all ☹️ the only thing I don't want to see is only one of them being used just to further the romantic advances in the other's story. like I don't want the only reason robin interacts with will and mike in s5 to be to help guide byler towards e/o or for mike to do the same thing with rovickie!! it's important that they both realize that having queer friends is just as significant, and that they both are able to confide in each other about their struggles and worries, whether it's about their relationship or not.

there was also this one leak from early 2024 (another leak warning if you haven't clicked off this post already) that stated that mike and robin had a few scenes together because mike was worried about will, and robin was worried about vickie, and bonded because of this. I think this is a much more plausible way for them to start talking to each other than that scenario I mentioned earlier lol. I really hope that vickie is related to derek or the turnbows in some capacity; it would make her such less of a random character and also give robin a reason to be worried about her (and would also tie into them helping derek escape and the fact that he's on the farm with the rest of them). romike confiding in each other about the fact that they feel like they are useless/can't save the people they love AUGHHHH give it to me now . (edit: the leak is mentioned somewhere in this post you just may have to dig for it)

this post is very long and a total incoherent ramble so I am Very sorry but unfortunately I will never be normal about romike a day in my life. @willelworld (my lovely fellow romike enthusiast!) made a very great point in this post that I would like to end off with because it just sums up what is so perfect about them:

I really hope that my favourite adhd losers will be able to bond over their social incompetencies and sexualities and suppressed emotions and so much more in st5!!!! they just have such best friend material so I hope the duffers do not waste this absolute perfect opportunity to write a queerplatonic friendship ^_^

[no-face-no-shame]

Everything's fine as long as I'm trying. Slow progress is still progress :3 ← about to smash his head with a hammer

[kerosene-saint]

I wish people didn't act like dd/lg or abdl were like pedophilia. not even into it and I'm a sfw age regressor (non community due to this problem) but like. ugh. and the problem is my views on it have changed so much over just this year. because guess what. whatever people do in their free time surrounding sex, as long as it is not genuinely illegal, should not fucking matter to you. it is not your fucking business to tell people you think their kink is gross and pedophilic, especially because it's not pedophilia. it is fine. to be uncomfortable with a kink page of a certain kind interacting with you. I get it. and there are some pretty mean people in those communities but guess what? there are mean people in EVERY COMMUNITY. and you do not have to relate that kink to pedophilia to say you'd prefer their kink blogs to not interact with whatever blog you have. but when you say shit like "pedos and also people into ddlg and abdl dni" it's annoying. you could say "ddlg/abdl blogs dni" absolutely fair. but saying don't interact abt an entire group of people of which you do not necessarily have the means of checking everyone for being in that community??? alright then. you have fun in puppy play isn't anything like fucking dogs but ddlg is like fucking children world.

[notonlymice]

I can't believe I have to spell it out but if you really really want to repost something you saw on tumblr to some other platform please credit the original creator??? And no, "credit to the owner" does NOT count 🙄🙃

[navree]

"it's always hating on rhaegar for rhaenys and aegon's deaths never tywin" because rhaegar was their father and had a responsibility towards them that tywin did not, stay in school

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

tumblr post: "maybe negative selftalk is bad"

response to the post: "you pop psychologists and your 'don't talk about killing yourself or you might "feel bad"' rhetoric... who do you think you are to tell me what i can and can't say about myself. i'm actually so much healthier for being honest about my feelings than you are and i'll say i wanna kill myself for every minor inconvenience if i want to >:("

[eclaire-went-bam]

bcs i'm aware of how i automatically percieve people, i earnestly try to give the benefit of the doubt a lot. i tend to believe people are Actually Just That Dumb™ when they're joking about something, so i try to get ahead of that & tell myself people are joking when they say something stupid, so that i don't look stupid

all i've learnt in doing that, is most of the time, people aren't joking. they actually did mean what they say, & i made the situation 10× worse by laughing at what they said.

not only does it reinforce the idea in my head that people are Dumb so i need to take the reins on literally Everything, but it also leads people to believe i'm making fun of them for saying something silly & talking to me less, when, if i knew it were a genuine thing they thought, i would have gladly explained it without judgement

but i don't really know how to stop treating them as jokes, because what if they ARE joking so they laugh at me for how Stupid i am for taking the bait? i can't handle being made a fool of, i think i'd rather die

[sodafrog13]

man both femininity and masculinity feel like such a fucking prison sometimes this shit sucks

[yusuke-of-valla]

Also sorry to be in an increasingly pissy mood today but I'm also tired of everyone saying every game should have the popular feature du jour

[numberoneanika]

Honestly the roleplay blogs are stronger than I am because if I saw a post where people were saying my blog was annoying and calling me corny I would jump in a large pit and rot away

[arseniccattails]

btw every time someone suggests a solution to a community problem is to 'read Whipping Girl' you should actually read something by bell hooks instead, or, failing that, any decent social theory by an actual sociologist or academic in another social science.