#angry rant below el oh el

[tfshouldidohere]

im going to fail my class, holy shit

[cheonstapes]

^^ Hello, how are you. Idk if this is the right place to send a request since I’m new to tumblr lol. I would like to make a request though it may seem a little weird. May I request Miguel O’Hara/Fem Spider-barbie reader. Reader’s outgoing and cheerful she has the aesthetic of a Barbie and gets along with other spiders, she’s not actual barbie doll btw lol. Miguel could be yelling and giving other spiders a hard time but whenever Spider Barbie’s around he’s the complete opposite. Spider barbie always helps calm him down whenever he loses his temper. Maybe one day he’s stressed and angry over a mission so spider barbie decides to calm him down with a back massage. Could also lead to some smut, only if you’re okay with writing that. No pressure. Thanks! ^^

miguel o'hara stars in... 'HI BARBIE! HI KEN!' ヽ(>∀<☆)

a/n ~ first request!!1!! i'm doing great, thank you so much. this isn’t weird at all- i spent all day writing this, it's so cute!! i had margot robbie's cowgirl fit in mind for reader when i was writing this, she's so beautiful omg, i think it suits spider-barbie's vibe really well💕 went a bit heavy with the smut but miguel's hot so it's valid- enjoy my love!

summary; miguel gets some stress relief from his favourite barbie girl.

pairing; miguel o’hara x fem!spider-barbie!reader

wc; 2.3k +

cw; SMUT!!, pining, oral sex, dry humping, facial, throat/face-fuckin, soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader, he's a lil mean but he loves you, praise kink, worshiping, hair pulling, miguel shouts at some people, f!masturbation, squirtinnn, miguel being sexy, NOT PROOFREAD!! i have a headache

“and you didn’t think to fucking report it to me?” miguel was seething, talons digging stripes into his desk as he glared down at the poor recruits below him. yes, they were new, but they fucked up an important mission- he wasn’t about to go easy on them. 

“por el amor de dios, do you three have any idea how serious this is? you could’ve-“  the spiders looked at each other, eyes of their masks comically wide as the drown out miguel’s rants to try and come up with some sort of excuse to justify the failed mission. “-and don’t even think about coming up with some bullshit excuse.” 

they froze, shaking their heads and hands rapidly as they nervously stuttered out, ‘no, of course not’, and, ‘we would never, boss’- miguel’s disapproving gaze boring holes into their masks, he jumps off the platform and stalks up to them. menacingly looming over them as his eyes flash red, lips pulled up in a snarl as his sharp fangs poke out under his top lip.

“don’t let this happen again, cause i swear i’ll-”suddenly, the doors of his lab slide open, a cheery voice ringing through the spacious room as all eyes flit towards the pink figure strutting in. the recruits blush under their masks, hearts beating rapidly at the sight of the sparkly spider- known across the spiderverse as the most perfect spider, spider barbie. 

“miguel? i brought you some lunch! oh- hi guys! sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt, i’m y/n, by the way.” you flash them a bright smile, glossy, plump lips glistening under the lights as you hold up the bag of food- the spiders wave frantically, greeting you with unmatched enthusiasm. miguel’s breath hitches at the sight of you, masking it with a roll of his eyes as he looks down at you- eyes softer compared to the harshness they had when looking at the recruits.

“it’s fine, y/n, we were done here anyway.” that was their cue to leave, the newbies scrambling to get out of the room, feeling the tension rising, but not without sending you shy smiles and whispered goodbyes you reciprocate with angelic kindness. miguel watches you intently, eyes locked on your every move. his eyes trail down the hot pink set you wore, the fat of your tits spilling out the tight top, curvy hips accentuated by the tightness of your flares - fuck, you are perfect.

he lets out a heavy sigh, his bulking frame towering over you as he takes the bag gently from your pretty hands, making sure to brush over them slightly. “what’d you get me this time, hm? empanadas again?” he has a crooked smirk on his lips as he opens the bag, his eyes still trained on you as you sit on the counter, the prettiest smile on your face. “actually, i got you some sushi this time. thought i should surprise you a little.” 

he allows himself to smile, the tension in his face easing in your presence. “yeah? how’d y’know i’d like sushi? you keeping tabs on me?” you giggle, stealing a piece of sushi from the platter. “wouldn’t you like to know. i asked lyla, actually, she’s very helpful.” his eyebrow raises, glancing over at the glowing hologram who appears to be lounging by the monitors, a small smile on her face hidden by a small magazine. 

“right, guess i’m gonna have to install a ‘keep your fuckin’ mouth shut’ feature now.” he mutters, secretly enjoying the thought of you knowing things about him he wouldn’t dare to tell anyone if they asked, relishing in the thread of connection you two share. you stand, moving around him to stand behind him, stretching up to grip his shoulders. 

“you ok, miguel? you seemed upset earlier.” you whisper in his ear, hands running down his arms innocently. he doesn’t think so though, the soft touch of your hands compared to his firm muscles igniting a tingling feeling in his belly - a soft groan leaving his parted lips as he leans into your touch. “‘m fine, the new recruits just pissed me off. nothin’ f’r you to worry ‘bout, pretty.” you smile slightly as he lets the pet name slip out, your hands running more sensually around his upper body, dipping into the crevices and curves of his chiseled body. 

“let me at least help you feel better, mig, your shoulders are tense as fuck.” you smirk playfully, leaning round his body to peer up at his face, eyes widening as you take him in. his eyes were slightly hooded, wetted lips open in pleasure, a faint tinge of red on his face. he looks down at you, panting softly as he sucks in a deep breath, nodding silently as he allows you to lead him wherever.

gently grasping his hand in yours, you lead him towards his large chair, sitting him down as you slide yourself in his lap. miguel’s head races with all sorts of thoughts, the tell tale sign of his arousal pressing against the crotch of your sparkling pants, his hands subtly moving you down to ease the ache in his lap. your lips pull into a empathetic pout, hands moving gracefully along the taut muscles of his shoulder blades, moving down to the ridges of his abs.

“how’s this feel? am i doing good?” the sweet tone in which you speak has him biting back a growl, his cock throbbing as he moves subtly against the plush folds of your cunt through the fabric. “ ‘s great, your- shit- your hands feel amazing, love. jus’…keep doing that, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip softly as you keep up your soft caresses. his head falls back against the chair, eyes closed in bliss- he looks so unbelievably handsome, sculpted jawline, high cheekbones, he’s just so mmh. 

you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was practically offering you a taste of him. his thick neck, littered with veins of various sizes, laid bare for you. you slowly moved in, small breaths warming the skin of his neck, heart pumping and hands trembling slightly. your glossy lips press light kisses on the flesh, shiny, pink, marks left behind. one hand moves up to rest on his chest as you feel a surge of boldness rush through you, leaning in once again to suckle on his skin. 

his eyes flit open, gazing down at you as you mark his neck with deep red and purple bruises, his hand lazily running up your spine as he grinds into you just a little harder. “hm? what happened to givin’ me a massage?” he flashes you a sexy grin, tilting his head at your ministrations- not that he minds of course.  you don’t respond, only small moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you continue to suck on his skin. his hand moves down to your chin, lifting your flushed face to meet his. “thought you were supposed to be makin’ me feel better? i can feel that pretty pussy soaking through y’r jeans, love. this turnin’ you on?” 

you nod, your beautiful face betraying your need for him. he lets out a deep chuckle, hands caressing your hips as he moves you to grind against him, the thin fabrics of both of your clothes letting you feel the engorged tip of his cock brushing against your clit. he breathes out a stuttered moan, gritting his teeth as he stares into your eyes, how could someone be so fuckin’ perfect? you had to have been made to torture him, to make his heart race and cock hard to every time he’s around you- hell, every time he thinks about you.

“miguel…” your whining snaps him out of his thoughts, his focus immediately zeroes back onto you. he pulls you closer, resting you against his bulky chest. “yeah? what’s up, baby? what d’you want?” his thumbs caress your nipples through the fabric of your top, the rough pads of his fingers making your pussy clench tightly, slick coating your puffy folds. you look up at him, hands pulling at the thin fabric of his suit. “i still wanna make you feel better…can-can i suck you off, please?” 

has he died? has miguel died and gone to heaven? or was this some kind of fucked up hell, there was no way he was hearing correctly. you, the sweet, innocent, barbie-esque, spider he’s been silently pining over for months now is asking him, so cutely, to suck his cock. he doesn’t think he’s been as eager to say yes to anything as he was now. he clicks a button on his wrist, his suit glitching away at his crotch. his cock is so pretty. a trail of dark hair leading down his navel, the tip a deep red, the rest tanned, throbbing veins wrapping around his length. it was fat, and shit, it was long too- pre dripping down the side of it as it, twitching the longer you stared at it.

your mouth waters, tongue darting out to lick your lips. your nimble hands wrap around his cock, a small gasp rings out in the room as your thumb runs along his tip, collecting the wetness and rubbing it around the tip. his fangs dig into his lips, speckles of blood pooling underneath the sharp tip. he sinks deeper into the chair, his suit dissipating more to reveal his thick thighs, a large hand coming to rest against one, the other caressing your cheek softly. “gonna wrap those pretty lips around me, baby? ‘m so hard, need you to make me feel better.” he didn’t expect to hear how needy he sounded, but he wasn’t embarrassed, he’s finally got you- and he wants you to know how badly he needs you.

he guides your head towards his aching cock, a hand moving to grip your hair tightly. he angles his length towards your shimmering lips, rubbing the tip all over, smearing his pre-cum along your gloss. a low, rumbling hum reverberates through his chest, quiet curses leaving his lips. he finally forces the fat head of his cock through your lips, simultaneously pushing your head down along the length of his cock. the sounds of you gagging fills his chest with a sense of pride, forcing you to take all of his thickness. it was so, so messy. saliva and creamy strips of cum dripped down the side of his cock, wetting your lips and pooling on top of his balls. he smiles at the sight, head lolling to the side, resting against a hard shoulder. 

“my pretty girl, can’t believe ‘m finally havin’ you like this. i- mm i would worship you, if you’d let me. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, baby, a walkin’ goddess. and your lips, fuck, those perfect lips.” his mind is all scrambled, the feeling of you sucking the soul out of him rendering him a blubbering mess, resulting in him pouring his heart out to you. smiling around his cock, you look up him, those sexy eyes of yours gazing into his- a silent reciprocation of his affection towards you. at that, your lips suction around him faster, tighter, coaxing him into filling your mouth with his load.

his breathing deepens, sweaty chest heaving. at this point, his suit is gone. he doesn’t bother hold back his moans, deep growls and grunts that make curious spiders stop and listen in as they pass his lab, opting to not investigate what the big boss is up to further. but you, you’re a fuckin’ sight between his legs. mascara running down your hot cheeks, gloss, spit, and cum on your chin, running down your neck and between your cleavage. he didn’t think you could get even more beautiful, but here you were. 

“i’m ‘bout to cum, yeah? gonna fill that perfect mouth of y’rs with my all my cum, ‘n you’re gonna swallow it like the good girl i know you are, ok baby?” his hips buck frantically into your salacious mouth, holding the back of your neck tightly to keep you anchored at the base of his cock, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. his actions betrayed his sweet words, hands gently running over your face, wiping away stray tears as his cock abuses your poor throat. he catches a glimpse of you sliding a hand down the front of your pants, pushing aside your panties to rub against your sticky clit.

‘so cute’. he smiles, revelling in your soft whimpers and your shaky thighs- the squelch of the three fingers you plunged into you almost drowning out the slick gluck! gluck! gluck! of your throat. “fuck, baby, i can hear her from here. she’s so wet just from suckin’ me off, isn’t she?” your fingers speed up, his voice a sexy, deep drawl- lips quirked back up in a smirk, but it was short lived as he felt his balls tighten, orgasm threatening to take over him.

his leg bounces, your mouth was just so wet, so fuckin’ hot- he couldn’t take it anymore. he’s waited so long to feel you around him, to see you take him so beautifully. his body tenses, a low growl of your name leaving his plump lips. his cum spurts out in steady streams, your cheeks puffing out from the sheer amount he unloads into your mouth. it drips out the side of your lips, you struggle to hold it all in, letting it drip down your neck. 

you choke on the liquid in your mouth, your orgasm squirting out onto the cold floor of his lab. he laughs breathlessly, he was so whipped for you. watching his pretty, little, angel cum so perfectly for him. his cock lets out a few more spurts on your cheeks, twitching again when you struggle to swallow his load down. he wipes away the cum on your cheeks, dipping his thumb back into your mouth to let you lick the remnants off. he smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back onto his lap, running hands up and down your back lovingly.

“s-so, d’you feel better now?”

“mm, think there’s just one more thing i need. spread your legs f’r me, baby.”

*por el amor de dios - for the love of god

-gonna take a cold shower now

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

How about one where the reader is trying to get Jaskier's attention and starts ranting to Yen about how all these stupid pretty girls are stealing him away so they hatch a plot to make Jask jealous by having him walk in on the two of them doin it?

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Yennefer x Reader, Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,953Rating: MTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent a/n: I went into this thinking ‘I want to try and write smaller pieces today’ and then wrote almost 2,000 words with smut and fluff and a peppering of angst so here’s that!

It was a beautiful Spring day at the market. Jaskier stood in the center of a crowd, as per usual, and performed, also as per usual. And, most usual of all, you watched and fumed as he flirted boldly with every single person in the crowd – except for you. He danced and winked and sang his heart out, making eyes at everyone who seemed even passively receptive to his advances. But his eyes glanced away from you every time, nearly meeting you and then flitting away as though you’d winked out of view at the last moment. You sat perched on a wagon, legs dangling off of it while you propped your chin on your hand, the only person not enraptured by Jaskier and yet the most enraptured all at once.

“He’s showing off for you,�� a voice beside you said, breaking you out of your grumpy musings. You turned to see Yennefer, violet eyes looking into the crowd with an unimpressed look on her face.

“Funny way of showing it if he is,” you muttered. She perched on the wagonside next to you and peered into your face.

“You want him to be more direct,” she reflected. You scoffed and looked up into her eyes, struck as you always were by how striking they were.

“If he is interested in me, which frankly he doesn’t even seem to know for sure, I’d like him to do something about it or move on,” you said. She considered your words for a moment, idly kicking her legs; an oddly playful gesture for the usually stoic sorceress that you found charming.

“It seems to me the problem, well, one of the many problems here, is that you perceive Jaskier as having endless options. But you have other options too, Y/N,” she said, looking at you meaningfully. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Geralt?” you asked, “I mean I get it, he’s attractive, but I’ve never felt-”

“I wasn’t referring to Geralt,” Yennefer said, cutting you off mid-sentence.

“Well I don’t know who el- Oh!”

She smiled as you realized what she was saying, and then at the adorable way you blushed and gazed at her, awe-struck by the suggestion.

“You mean… I mean… really?” you asked. Yennefer hopped down from her perch and leaned in close, the heady scent of lilacs and gooseberries that always followed her enveloping you as she did. Her nose gently brushed against your cheek as she whispered into your ear.

“You can wait forever for him to see you. But I see you now. The choice is yours.”

With that she walked off, climbing down from the wagon with grace, peering back over her shoulder to give you one final look before turning away. You looked into the crowd where Jaskier was sitting in a blacksmith’s lap. You looked back in the direction Yennefer had walked and saw her just slipping out of sight. You made your choice.

—–

Jaskier didn’t know when you’d left. One moment you were there in his periphery and then sometime later he found you missing, the spot on the wagon you’d been sitting now taken by a stranger. He wrapped up what was now going to be his final song and didn’t even bother going around to collect coins. Instead he went straight to the man sitting where you’d been.

“Excuse me, did you see where the lady who had that spot before you went?” Jaskier asked. The man shrugged and pointed off in a vague direction.

“Thank you that’s very helpful,” Jaskier mumbled sarcastically, but he still went off that way, hoping to find some sign of you. He asked along the way and was pointed here and there, going around in circles until he feared he’d never find you. He was standing outside of the bathhouse trying to decide where to check next when he heard an almost familiar whimper.

He listened intently for anything else and was about to chalk it up to a trick of his imagination when he heard it again, a breathier, deeper whimper that ended up a mumbled curse. He entered the bathhouse which was luckily empty, though he knew the proprieter would be back soon now that the entertainment was over. He followed the sounds that grew louder, peering into rooms which were all empty save for the final one. His eyes widened slowly as he took in the sight.

You gazed up at the woman in your lap through half-lidded eyes, lips parted slightly and he watched another whimper that bled into a moan escape those lips, your chest heaving through your labored breaths, flesh reddening and beading with sweat that couldn’t be entirely attributed to the steamy water. Though Jaskier couldn’t see what was happening below the water line it was pretty clear. The woman whose nimble fingers drove the sounds from you was naked, long dark hair sticking to her pale back. It looked familiar and for a moment Jaskier wondered if this was a former conquest he was watching ravish his hopefully-one-day lover. Then the woman’s head turned towards the door and made direct eye contact with him and he gasped.

She didn’t stop what she was doing and your eyes screwed shut tight, unaware of the silent stare-down happening between Yennefer and Jaskier. He tried to mouth something to her but he was drowned out by your cries as she made you come, a malicious glint in her eye as she watched Jaskier struggle between how deeply aroused he was at the sight and how agonizingly jealous he felt.

When you opened your eyes, taking a deep breath as you came down from your high, you sat up a bit and froze at the sight of Jaskier’s tortured face visible through the glass. Yennefer turned to face you and gave you a soft smile which turned into an annoyed eye roll as the door burst open.

“You!” he cried, pointing at Yennefer as you slunk down under the water to hide your breasts though it was a moot point by now.

“Is there a problem, bard?” she asked, voice monotone. He sputtered a bit and his eyes fell on you.

“And you!” he cried.

“What about me?” you cried back.

“When did this happen?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you.

“You were too busy preening for the crowd and I offered a more compelling form of entertainment,” Yennefer said, stepping out of the water, unworried by her nakedness which was more than you could say as you pulled the nearby towel into the water with you to cover up more.

“I was doing my job!” he argued, watching her as she dried off but not in the longing, lusty way you’d expected.

“And I did mine,” she said, turning to address you as she tied on a robe, “Y/N, thank you for a lovely time. I trust you can handle this yourself?”

Jaskier looked between the two of you in a way that would be amusing if you weren’t so incredibly mortified. Realization dawned on you and you gave Yennefer a slightly hurt look.

“Was this all just a ploy to get him to notice me?” you asked. Yennefer walked over to you and, to Jaskier’s voiced disgusted, planted another soft kiss on your lips.

“No,” she reassured you, “Did I know that he may come looking for you? Yes. But this is something I’ve been wanting for a while. And unlike some people, I go after what I want.”

She straightened up again and walked out of the room, giving Jaskier a sharp side-eye as she did. Once she’d left the room Jaskier began to pace around, starting and stopping a dozen sentences. You felt a knot of guilt in your stomach as you watched him, so clearly distressed, but that turned into indignation the longer he took to speak.

“Before you go off on me about how I could do that to you or why Yennefer or whatever other asinine thing you might say, allow me to remind you that despite your inconsistent and veiled flirtations over the years, you have never once actually expressed any genuine affection for me, much less desire,” you said, cutting him off before he could speak. He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair before throwing his arms up.

“You’re right,” he said. You blinked a bit in confusion, not expecting him to agree with you so quickly, if at all.

“I am? I mean, I am!” you corrected.

“I have no right to be jealous, I know you’re not mine. But gods, I am. I nearly broke down the door when I saw you in there with her,” he said bitterly.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, genuinely curious. Jaskier was rarely restrained, even less so when angry.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” he said, “I didn’t want to rob you of that. Even if I wasn’t the one giving you the pleasure. As it should have been.”

A silence settled between the two of you, neither sure where to go from here.

“So are you… do you… love her?” Jaskier asked, squinting from the answer even as he asked it.

“Of course,” you replied, “But not in that way. I love her as a friend.”

Jaskier exhaled slowly, relief plain on his face.

“But, why do you care who I love or don’t?” you asked. Jaskier approached the tub, sitting on the edge of it and training his eyes to stay on yours though they longed to roam lower at any bit of flesh not obscured by the sodden towel.

“Well, I’ve been trying to do something new with my life. In the past, I’ve been unworried about pursuing the affections of women whose hearts, or at the very least legal property and surnames, belonged to another. But since meeting you I’ve found myself considering a radical, new approach to love. Namely, only being interested in those whose hearts and etcetera are free.”

You squinted at him, trying to follow along to the confusing and overly officious language he was using, trying to parse out what he meant. He saw your confusion and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he admitted, “I have loved you for some time but I don’t know how to love someone who can love me back. Because that means they can… not love me, as well. And it won’t be because of the law or morality or anything but their own judgement. And I know how truly ridiculous and perhaps even sad that is but…”

He shrugged and you shook your head, laughing a little incredulously while he watched your face carefully, worried about what you may say or do next. When you looked back up at him there was a soft look in your eyes and you reached out and rested a hand against his cheek which he held with both of his, gently caressing your warm, wet skin with his lute calloused fingers. You tilted your head closer and he lowered his, closing the pale blue eyes just before your lips could touch – and you dragged him into the water on top of you, half of the tub splashing out while he yelped in surprise and you cackled evilly.

“That’s for spying!” you said once he’d resurfaced, sputtering and aghast. His face quirked into an evil, hungry smile that sent a thrill up your spine and you felt him seize your ankle, pulling you under where you wrestled him out of his clothes. You stayed in the bath until the water went cold and left dirtier than you’d been when you got in, but also much more satisfied.

[auroraseddie]

In the Air

Prompt: hey! i heard you were taking request so i was wondering if you can write something where steve is dating the reader and dustin has a little crush on her so he usually steals her from steve and he gets jealous? and maybe some fluff? Thanks!

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: yall this is so much more angsty than I intended it to be please enjoy (:

“Bub, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? It’s only been three days!?” She rants. Three days. Three days in a row that his and Y/N’s dates had been canceled because of his best friend, Dustin. Every date they’ve had planned, whether it was before or during, Dustin managed to catch her attention and steal her away, again. Now, normally he wouldn’t have cared if one of the kids needed her, because it was usually El or Max. Recently, it’s been Dustin, and Steve has a sinking suspicion that he knows why. 

Dustin has a crush on Y/N. His Y/N. The one that was always there to hold him when he was sad, or laugh with him when he was feeling happy. His amazing girlfriend, who was now no longer giving her main focus to him. I’ve been trying to see her for three days. And she doesn’t even care?

Y/N glances toward Steve, her features softening as she sees the glum look planted on her boyfriend’s face. Why is he acting like this? We’ve been apart for longer…. What’s so different this time?

“It’s stupid,” he scoffs, dragging his hands down his face in a huff. “So fucking stupid. And it’s all his fault!” Steve practically throws his hands in the air, a soft thump being heard as they connected with the roof of his car. Confused, Y/N slowly places her arm on Steve’s in an attempt to comfort him. He jumps as her hand makes contact with his sleeve, jolting away from her gentle embrace. “Fucking Dustin! I haven’t seen you in three days because of Dustin!” His voice gradually becomes louder, “Every single date we’ve planned has been postponed or stopped because he ‘needs Y/N’s help’ or the party ‘needs Y/N to babysit them’ when I know that’s not true! He just wants your attention because he has a crush on you!” His voice is hoarse now, a small crack can be heard as he’s trying to figure out how to get it through his girlfriend’s thick skull.

A knowing look crosses Y/N’s face as she sees the angry tears welling in Steve’s eyes. “Oh, Honey, you know I want to spend time with you! You can’t tell me you’re honestly jealous of Dustin right now?” She questions, searching his eyes for a confirmation. 

“I-I am not jealous of Henderson! I’m just annoyed at him because he keeps taking away my beautiful, amazing, girlfriend who I want to spend time with before she goes off to school! Is that so hard to ask? To spend time with the one person that’s always on my mind, before I physically can’t do it anymore?” His voice breaks, and he collapses into Y/N’s open arms. Exhausted, with himself and the situation at hand, he whispers, “I just miss you all the time.”

Y/N knew how Steve felt about his parents and his friendships, but she didn’t know she had affected him this much. She figured they’d be okay when she went to school, taking turns driving to visit each other, calling every night. Now that she thinks about it, it is a strange thought. How could I have not realized he was worried about this? 

“Hey, Bubba, how about this?” Y/N lifts her hand to caress his face, “We drive back to your house, and we head upstairs and we take a nice bath, huh? Then, maybe if you wanna, we can cuddle and listen to the new record I got you last week. How’s that sound?” By now, his head has perked up, a small smile creeping in from the corner of his chapped lips. “Sounds perfect,” Steve grins, hand gripping the gear stick. The drive is quiet, nothing but the low tune of In the Air Tonight to break the silence between the two lovers. Slowly, Steve reaches to Y/N’s thigh, intertwining their fingers together, a sense of peace floating delicately above their heads. 

They enter the house, Y/N slowly trailing behind her boyfriend leading her by their still connected hands. Steve leads her past the bathroom without a second glance, leaving her with a muddled look on her face. He turns his head, grinning at her as he tugs her to his bedroom. “Let’s skip the bath Bub. Just wanna cuddle. Please?” Steve gives Y/N a heart-stopping grin, one so mesmerizing she finds herself pushing past him to flop down onto her boyfriend's unkempt mattress. 

Once he lays down, she finds herself fiddling with his fingers, wrapping her own in the divets between his own. “I’m sorry,” she utters, her fingers stilling as she glances into his brown orbs, “For not understanding why you were upset, I mean. I hadn’t really thought about how much me going to school was really going to affect us and our time together until you brought it up. I’m just sorry, for everything.” Steve’s eyes widen in shock as he hears a slight quiver in her voice. He hadn’t meant to make her feel bad, he had just wanted her to know he was there, and that he missed her. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about Bubba. I’m sorry for bringing it up like that. I’ve just been worried about the future, how everything is going to work out, what’s going to happen to the party now that you’re leaving. Things like that have just been consuming me lately and it all just got to be too much once you started letting Dustin take up more time than normal.” He’s rambling, and Y/N isn’t sure she quite knows how to make him stop. 

Suddenly, her lips are on his, and the persistent rambling comes to an end. “Steve, everything is going to be fine. I love you, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. You’re everything to me, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to us. I don’t think I could handle it,” Y/N softly lectures her concerned boyfriend. A small smile finds its way onto his lips, as he leads her knuckles to his mouth. 

He softly kisses her flesh, as warmth spreads through her face. Even after being together for over a year, the simple gestures still make her feel all fuzzy inside. “I love you so much, Y/N. You’re it for me, and I don’t want anything to jeopardize that. We’ll get through this, I know we will.” Her gentle smile gleams up at him as she scoots lower down the bed, settling her head into the crook of his neck.

He smiled at her form below his, planting a kiss on Y/N’s temple, his arms enveloping her in a loving manner. This is all I want, he concluded to himself, and it’s all I need. He didn’t seem to know until now, just how much he needed it.

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Note: Just another version of a ficlet I’ve already written at least 3 times lol.

Dear Billy,

If you’re reading this, I’m dead.

Steve was not much of a letter writer. He wasn’t much of a writer at all. But once demogorgons made a reappearance in the form of a goddamn army and a few months after he made love to Billy for the first time, Steve decided to write a letter for Billy’s sake. Just in case.

If I’m dead I’m pretty sure you’re gonna think it was your fault because your dad was always blaming you anytime somebody close to you got hurt. But screw that. Whatever happened, I know it wasn’t your fault. Because you’ve become this man who’s brave and fights for the people he loves. Because you became this guy I fell in love with. And God, I fell soooo hard.

“Max, you get El and you get back to Billy-”

There’s rocks raining down on them. They’re far below Hawkins where the monsters are. Somewhere Billy’s helping lead Hopper’s charge at The Gate. He had to be dragged away from Steve.

So if I’m dead, I figure I can have a few dying wishes. So my wishes for you are that you go keep trying to be a good man. I know you’re going to be sad. I’m sorry, baby. Don’t let it make you angry, don’t let it make you like your dad. I know you won’t. Take care of Max. Let people care about you. Remember how we loved each other. But don’t be afraid to love again. Promise me.

“What about you!” Max’s eyes are big. The boys are dropping the line of charges along the tunnels. They girls have to get out of here or they aren’t going to win.

“I’m gonna hang back,” Steve says. He’s shaking. This is it. Well, at least he’s going down a hero, he supposes. His left ear is still ringing. He has to hold a hand to his side, he’s bleeding so badly. He’s probably going to die anyway. Maybe. Oh well. “I have to work the detonator manually. The remote doesn’t work. It’s the only way.”

“Steve!”

“Shut up shut up,” Steve mutters. The caverns are dark but there are flames coming up, there’s lava for Christ’s sake. Well, there’s going to be a lot more firepower in a minute. “I want you to give this letter to Billy.” Steve reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out the envelope he’s been carrying around for two months and presses it into her hand. “Just get Billy this letter after…”

“No!” Max shakes her head. “Steve, no! It’s stupid!”

“TAKE EL AND GO!” Steve shoves her hard and she’s crying, grabbing El who’s trying to force as many demogorgons back as she can with the strength of her powers, blood gushing from her nose. But she can’t hold them all back. They need a miracle. Or the explosion. An explosion from a detonator that’s not working remotely. He figured this out ten minutes ago.

He watches her walk away. He holds the detonator in his shaking hands. He has a few minutes. The army of monsters is coming.

This part is for me. I want you to know what I was thinking about before I died. If there was some shit going down and I knew it was coming, here’s what I was thinking about:

The first time I touched you when I knew I wanted you and I wasn’t afraid anymore. I touched your cheek, that was it. And just from that, you looked like I handed you a few million bucks or something. I remember being surprised your skin was so soft under my fingers.

Steve hears caves collapsing and hunches in on himself. He figures it was always going to end this way. He figures he knew since junior year when he stood at his car looking back at the Byers’ house with its terrifying flickering lights and its monsters and thought: I can’t leave them alone, I have to help.

I was thinking about the first time you talked about Max like you were proud to be her brother. After she won the science fair and you puffed on your cigarette and said that of course she beat all those boys because she’s like a genius or something. I’m thinking about how you took her and Lucas out for floats and she rolled her eyes but she looked so happy that you were acting like a good brother. I couldn’t believe it. I was thinking about how that was when I thought I might fall in love with you.

Steve starts singing to himself, tapping the button with his twitching finger. He’s singing Electric Light Orchestra. It was playing in his car the first time he kissed Billy.

“I get a strange magic…”

I was probably thinking about how you went from ranting about the Pacers, all cocky and pissed, to this shy lover the first time I kissed you. “Strange Magic” was playing. That’s how I felt about it. It felt like magic. You looked like you were gonna break apart. You tried to cover, act like it was no big deal, but you kept dropping your cigarettes and I tried not to laugh.

“Oh what a strange magic… Okay. I’m ready.” He closes his eyes and thinks of Billy’s arms around him.

I know I was thinking about your arms around me in bed, your lips and tongue. Your happy whispers when you said all the things you could only say like that when it was just the two of us alone right after… I love you. I died loving you. Take it with you. Don’t let it ever hold you back but don’t ever forget it. I love you always, Billy Hargrove.

“HEY, ASSHOLE!”

Everything is dark and everything hurts. Steve groans. Or he thinks he does. He’s sure trying to.

“YEAH, I SEE YOU WAKING UP, YOU DICK!”

“Billy!”

“Shut up, Max. He knows what he did!” Billy’s voice cracks. He makes some kind of sniffing honking noise like a stuffed up elephant. “Goddamn…”

“He tried to save everybody.” That’s Dustin. He sounds really hoarse. Steve hears all the kids start talking all at once about Kali’s gang showing up and lab kids and-

Steve groans again. “Mmm….Billy…”

Steve hears something like a strangled sob, Billy he thinks, and Max is saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay, Billy. He’s alive, right? It’s alright now.”

Billy mumbles, “Fuckin’...” That elephant noise again.

Steve attempts to open his eyes but the lights seem impossibly bright.

Lucas is saying, “C’mon guys, we’ll come back. Let’s leave em’ for a minute...” “Yeah, c’mon…” That’s Max.”

A familiar calloused finger is stroking Steve’s cheek.

I’m dead, Steve thought. Or he was supposed to be.

Steve manages to open his eyes and make sense of the world. Billy is looming over him, looking like a human disaster. His hair is a mess, he’s got a couple of big bandages stuck to his temple and his jaw. He looks like he’s been sobbing for hours, like a wrung out rag. He’s waving the letter around.

“You-you just!” Billy stutters. “You! I! Fuck!” He plops down in an orange chair and sinks his head in his hands. “Jesus Christ, you’re alive. Fuck. I hate you.”

Steve reflexively blurts a laugh at that and it hurts like hell and brings on a coughing fit. His ribs. Christ.

Billy pops up again. “Be careful! God. You gotta get better. I’m going to kill you.”

“I love you too,” Steve mumbles, smiling a little.

“I know,” Billy murmurs, waving the letter again. “I mean I knew you did, but I didn’t know you… I mean I thought… You know what I mean.”

“That’s why I had to write it,” Steve rasps. He coughs again and clears his throat. “Should’ve given it to ya either way. So you’d know. How much I love you.”

Billy presses his wrists to his eyes and takes a breath. “Do you know how much I love you?” His voice is so thick, like he’s talking around a rock in his throat.

“Mmmm….” Steve smiles, pretends to think. “A lot?”

Billy snorts at that. “Fuck you.”

“A lot a lot?”

“Yeah sure, that covers it,” Billy mumbles, sniffing. Steve doesn’t press. He knows how much. It’s so much that it overwhelms Steve sometimes in the best way. He didn’t know anyone could love him that much. “Listen, asshole,” Billy says. “I die first!” 

“Billy!”

BIlly grabs his hand. “No, just shut up. I’m not saying I want to die. There was a time when I really didn’t give a shit either way but I do now, okay? I’m just saying whatever happens, I get to die first. Then you do whatever you want. Even if we’re like a hundred years old. Deal?”

Steve sighs and hopes they will be a hundred. “Fine. Deal.”

“Okay.” Billy nods, looks weirdly appeased by that silly promise and Steve doesn’t want to think about it now that they’re both alive. Billy grabs Steve’s banged up hand and kisses his knuckles. “Thanks, baby.”

“Well, you should’ve said something before,” Steve says lightly. “Wouldn’t be in this bed.”

“I really hate you.”

“I know. I think it about it all the time. Now are you gonna kiss me or what? I almost died for Christ’s sake.”

Billy shakes his head, chuckling now, and kisses Steve and kisses him again and doesn’t stop until Dustin’s pounding on the hospital room door.

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Listen Review of Run The Jewels’ ‘RTJ4’ Album by djbooth.net

“…a shotgun blast to the face.”

Run The Jewels thrives on the spirit of rebellion. The duo, consisting of Atlanta rapper Killer Mike and New York rapper/producer El-P, has grown from indie one-off to one of the most impressive second winds in rap history. Their music finds the middle ground between cartoonish purist rap thrills and anarchic grit. At their very best, Mike and El-P will have you ready to burn everything in sight.

While RTJ’s music has always maintained an anti-establishment bent, the aggression on their 2016 album Run the Jewels 3, in particular, was channeled through the prism of revolt. In the wake of the deaths of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown and the election of the 45th President of the United States, RTJ’s lawless spirit made them, however unintentionally, uniquely suited to address a world coming apart at the seams.

In the face of Armageddon, RTJ’s message hit differently. Four years later, with another wave of protests taking place in response to Black death looming large over the world, Run the Jewels are offering their fourth album, aptly titled RTJ4. 

The public needs music directly speaking to the times. Mike and El’s timing is perfect; the stakes have never been higher. Let’s see if the Jewel Runners are up to the challenge.

In usual 1-Listen fashion, the rules are the same: no rewinds, pauses, or skips—a straight shot through followed by my gut reactions. Let’s ride.

1. “Yankee & The Brave (ep. 4)”

Killer Mike opening with DaBaby speed. Man, these drums are THUMPING. “I’mma terrorize the actors playing like they want some drama.” No holds barred. Mike and El-P play rap hot potato like no other. El is floating. “I’m ready to mob on all these charlatans.” The beat sounds like a John Carpenter score stripped for parts and hooked to some boomers. “I can’t let the pig take me, I got too much pride / I meant it when I said it, never take me alive.” This exact energy is what I was hoping for. Revolt music right off rip. No brakes, all nitrous. “Yankee & The Brave” is how you open an album.

2. “Ooh LA LA” feat. Greg Nice & DJ Premier

Did El-P source his drums from fucking mortars? These boys are monstrous. El’s beats are big enough to walk through. I don’t like this hook. Greg Nice’s voice is grating. “When we usher in chaos, remember we did it smiling.” They may be smiling, but Mike and El sound pissed. “Ooh LA LA” isn’t playful music; it’s angry. This song doesn’t leave me shaking the way “Yankee & The Brave” did, but it’s still a nice jolt of catharsis. Premier scratches are always a plus. I’m glad he’s still so revered by rappers across generations.

3. “Out of Sight” feat. 2 Chainz

El-P made a beat out of jumping vocal cuts that would sound at home on a post-apocalyptic workout tape. He never fails to impress. I love hearing references to Public Enemy’s “My Uzi Weighs A Ton.” Mike and El are trading off lines. “I’m only doing what I want by hocking loogies at the swine.” I see why they wanted to push this project up two days. Forget “F*ck The Police,” this is FUCK THE FUCKING COPS. Mike caught a CRAZY flow and held onto it forever. The energy is stabbing me in the chest. If you’ve ever downed a bag of Pop Rocks with nails inside, then, and only then, will you understand the power of “Out Of Sight.” Here comes 2 Chainz. One mention of growing up in poverty, but the rest of his verse is just soulless flexing. It’s not 2 Chainz’ fault, but I’m not tryna hear his verse right now.

4. “Holy Calamafuck”

A reggae sample to start things off. And everything just devolved into a 404 error. The beat is actively falling apart. A line about jacking Supreme jackets and calling out hypebeasts. Are those record scratches or Windows 95 program glitches? I can’t keep my head straight. A line about drones and time elves. “Every other goddamn year I’m brand new / It’s been 20-plus years, you think that’s a clue?” TALK YOUR SHIT, EL. Since the Def Jux days. Mike and El stood the test of time, gotta respect it. These two were born to rap together. “PTSD, streets did the damage.” Mike is pouring his heart out. If the streets run red with blood, “Holy Calamafuck” will be the soundtrack.

5. “Goonies vs. E.T.”

These drums and synths were sourced from space. Mike and El are rapping for their lives. “Goonies vs. E.T.” is pure fucking chaos. How did they keep their heads together recording over this beat? E.T.’s healing touch couldn’t help them. The hook’s not doing much for me—it feels like dead space—but the beat is breathing. Man, this shit is manic. I’m on a sugar high. “The revolution is televised and digitized.” All facts. Mike has one of the most potent rap voices. I can’t see his face, but I know there’s fire in his eyes. “This is people with an attitude in Beverly Hills.” Making people uncomfortable is progress.

6. “Walking In The Snow”

A nice crunchy guitar riff to incite more chaos. The beat just cracked open, and now it sounds like a fucking Tesla coil. I feel more compelled to type the word “fuck” than I ever have during a review. “All oppression’s borne of lies.” El has been talking that talk all across this shit. El sounds like a preacher. “Just got done walking in the snow / Goddamn that muhfucka cold.” Who’s rapping on the hook? OH SHIT, IT’S GANGSTA BOO. Nice surprise. OG needs more love. “Every day on the evening news, they feed you fear for free.” Mike is laying everything out. “I can’t breathe.” That line really hurt. “The most you get is a Twitter rant and called a tragedy.” He’s just talking at this point. Brutal. I know he was fighting back the tears rapping this one. The beat is mutating like crazy. I can’t keep up—breathless rap music at its finest. I love love LOVE this song, holy shit.

7. “Ju$t” feat. Zach De La Rocha & Pharrell Williams

It’s the famous four-count! Pharrell must’ve had a hand in production along with El-P. Pharrell’s voice doesn’t fit into the cracks of this hook; it’s distracting. “Look at all these slave masters posing on your dollar.” Mike is doing call-and-response with himself. He’s talking about corporations co-opting marijuana and pedophiles in high places. “Confuscious say you’d better thug out.” That got me. El has a thing for turning voices into drum patterns. These beats are fun but they will also turn around and rip your throat out if you try them. Here comes Mr. Rage himself, Zach De La Rocha. His voice cuts through everything. I love how analog his voice sounds. He sounds fired up. I’ll take another Rage Against the Machine album, please. Without Pharrell, “Ju$t” would be close to perfect.

8. “Never Look Back”

A little techno bounce to start “Never Look Back.” All I can see in my head is Tron light cycles burning digitized vapors. Was that a Pop Smoke bar? His death still hurts. Mike and El managing to rap about current events and not sound lame is amazing. No other rapper their age could pull off a TikTok bar. Mike is rapping about his mother. Did she pass? Man, that’s heavy. So that’s why it’s called “Never Look Back.” “All that matter is gratitude. Gratitude is everything.” Who’s speaking right now? Can’t make it out. El is talking about how he never saw class or race as a child. Mike follows with, “Never look back, you’ll only be bitter / If you get bitter, you’ll never get better.” They’re confronting demons. RTJ4 feels as immediate and punchy as Mike and El’s respective solo work. Ending with a ticking timer, always coming through with the relief.

9. “The Ground Below”

Is this nu-metal I’m hearing? These guitars and smashing drums are super silly, even by RTJ standards. They rapping, though. “Screaming fuck the world and you can drink what’s coming from my urethra.” El always knows how to rap familiar shit differently. “Not saying it’s a conspiracy but you’re all against me.” Funny. A weird melange of sounds and images, and I’m not sure what to make of it. The raps are crazy, and the beat is kinda growing on me. Easy to believe them saying, “The money never meant much” when they’ve been giving out their albums for free since 2013.

10. “Pulling The Pin” feat. Josh Homme & Mavis Staples

Okay, last two tracks. If you’re gonna name a track “Pulling The Pin,” there’d better be an explosion. Ominous marching and some warbled vocals. “These old foxes got a lot of plots to outfox us.” El hit that Aesop Rock flow real quick. Those chorus vocals are ghostly. Josh Homme is a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Shout out Queens of The Stone Age. “Every cage built needs an occupant.” Is that Mavis Staples? It is! Her vocals are so rich. Staples finding space in this interstellar mayhem is wild. Mavis is my favorite feature so far. There’s much less frivolous shit-talking this time, especially from Mike. “Kicking and screaming while watching the demons collecting the gold and the diamond residuals.” Career-best rapping from Mike. More Mavis, thank God. “There’s a grenade in my heart.”

11. “A Few Words for The Firing Squad (Radiation)”

RTJ4 has been a ride. Ending with the firing squad can’t be a good sign. El starts with a short tribute to his wife. Touching. Mike back to rapping about asking his mom to cling to life. His kids, his wife, and his craft have made him a better man. These are death-bed confessions set to music. Mike and El must be rapping blindfolded, standing in front of the wall and the firing squad. Heartbreaking. “Last word to the firing squad was ‘Fuck you, too.’” Kicking and screaming. It sounds like we’re going out with a big instrumental explosion—saxophone, brass, and reverbed synths and choirs. This is BIG.

Where do Mike and El find the energy to keep expanding their sound like this?

Oh, we’re not done yet.

A narrator is laying down the story of two rebels forced together by the odds. They’re still running with this Yankee & The Brave angle. It’s playing like an end credits song. So… The whole thing’s been a TV show? I’ll admit, this takes away some from the immediacy of Mike and El’s message.

Final (First Listen) Thoughts On Run the Jewels’ RTJ4:

Run the Jewels dropping their fourth album in the middle of a global pandemic and a nationwide uprising is perfect.

The duo crafted a potent mix of braggadocio and political and personal reflection set to beats made for video game boss battles. Both Mike and El deliver career-best work behind the mic, and El-P’s production has only grown more expansive.

Golden-era boom-bap (“Out of Sight,” “Holy Calamafuck”), and murky synth-scapes (“Never Look Back”) are flayed and split open to create digitized warzones. They’re as frantic and restless as the rappers pushing them to their limits.

From beginning to end, RTJ4 is a shotgun blast to the face; an album to turn up to 11 while the precincts burn. Pent-up emotions shoot through every bar, every beat, and every second of breathing room. The anti-police sentiment couldn’t be more timely.

The only time the momentum drags on RTJ4 is when other voices cram into the frame. Several features are either inappropriate (2 Chainz on “Out of Sight”) or distracting (Pharrell on “Ju$t”).

Unintentionally, the running motif of the Yankee & The Brave TV show stifles some of the immediacy from Mike and El’s best verses to date. Maybe the TV show angle will age better in a world where the president didn’t just declare war on his fellow citizens.

Minor missteps aside, Mike and EL understand the stakes at hand. RTJ4 mixes the punchy and the profoundly personal with cartoonish zeal, EPMD by way of Adult Swim’s Superjail! 

Politically and musically, Run the Jewels are done asking for favors. RTJ4 is five-finger discount rap at its finest.

from Listen Review of Run The Jewels’ ‘RTJ4’ Album by djbooth.net