#i need more the bear mutuals if you see this follow me i’ll follow you back!!

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finally found the time for season 2!!

[thebearer]

follow me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: the bear needs a social media rebrand. sydney hired you, and carmen gets more than just followers after meeting you.

an: bad descript i'm sorry lol. basically you're a social media manager and carmen likes you lol or how you and carmen meet <3 also thinking this will be a part 1???? lmk if you want a part 2!!!

contains: reader is a social media manager. language. carmen denying himself happiness ofc. mentions of mikey. fluff, fluff, fluff!!!

“What the hell is this?” Sydney’s voice raised, brow raised even higher to heighten her suspicions. Maybe her disgust. 

After Carmen looked at the snarl on her face, he decided it was definitely disgust. 

“What?” Carmen shrugged, looking at the screen in front of him. “It’s the, uh, The Beef’s old Instagram.” 

“Right.” Sydney said slowly, blinking at Carmen obviously. “The Beef, and we are not that anymore. We are The Bear.” She scrolled for a moment. “They also haven’t posted since twenty-twenty, which is-” 

“-Well, Mikey ran it, alright?” Carmen huffed, glaring at Sydney with annoyance. “I just found the fuckin’ password on a fucking gum wrapper in a folder labeled ‘important shit’ so I don’t know what to tell you.” 

Sydney nodded slowly, looking back at the phone, before sighing deeply. “I know what you should do.” She said, typing on her phone. Carmen grunted, still looking at the piles of order forms for produce in front of him. “You need a social media manager, because Carm, this? It's not gonna work.” 

“Social media what?” Carmen’s brows creased, shaking his head. “I don’t- no, I don’t need to do that. I’ll just, I’ll get Gary or fuckin’ Sweeps or Fak to run-”

“No, no, Carmen, seriously? Look at this. There’s- oh my God- there’s a thing here that says bring your own plate and you’ll get a free drink, Carmen… What the fuck?” Sydney sighed, shaking her head at him. 

Carmen nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I-I’m thinking that was a, uh, a Mikey special.” He muttered, pinching his eyes shut. “I can’t afford to hire someone on the payroll for that long, ok? Not when I could hire another hostess or-or a runner.” 

“They only come in to revamp and get it started. Just a little kick start for now. To get us started.” Sydney explained, clicking on her screen. “Look, I have a mutual friend with this girl who’s really fuckin’ good, ok? She did Lobo’s that pizza place? Got them from two hundred to eighteen thousand followers in like two or three months.” 

Carmen’s eyes flashed, looking at Sydney with a raised brow. “Seriously? Fuck…” Carmen looked at the screen, the crisp photos, videos, fun and trendy- vibrant and alluring. He hated to admit it, but it was good. 

“Look, Carm, it’s free advertising, ok? You catch the influencers if it goes viral. Could really put this place out there.” Sydney countered. “It’d be a lot cheaper than paying for some shitty advertisement on the news that no one watches anyways. Could bring in a lot of business and attention.” 

Carmen’s fingers drummed against the counter, sighing sharply. “Fine, whatever, see if you can get her in and just… Just tell me how much I need to put aside, alright? I’ll push the new glasses until then.” 

Sydney smiled triumphantly, nodding at Carmen. “Yes, Chef.” She saluted, walking out of the office. 

Three days later, you were standing outside of The Bear, newly opened, freshly renovated, and steady but not booming. “Uh, excuse me?” You waved through the window at the man in the beanie, looking at you carefully. 

“Hey, we’re closed until dinner, alright? But you can-” 

“Oh, no. I, uh, I’m not here for eating.” You cringed, shaking your head. “I’m looking for Sydney? Or Carmen? I’m the new social media person?” 

“Social media?” The man repeated, pushing the door open further. “Oh, shit! You’re the girl who does the, uh, Lobo and Avec!” 

“Yeah, I am.” You blushed, walking into the restaurant. 

“I love watching those reels of the asmr cutting the bread. Ugh, I watch it every night before going to bed.” The guy laughed, locking the door behind you. “Oh, I’m Marcus by the way.” 

You took his extended hand, introducing yourself, while you took in the fixtures on the wall, the art, the overall ambiance. “I am going to get Carmen, but you can stay right here if you want.” Marcus grinned, pushing the sliding doors open. 

You set your things down, pulling out your notebook, and looking around the restaurant. You knew that this was once The Beef, Sydney had sent you a few things about Carmen’s credentials and you looked up the rest. Impressed was an understatement, a guy your age that had ran the best restaurant in the world? Quite possibly was the best chef in the world or at least Chicago and needed your help? You were nervous, to say the least. 

Marcus called your name, making you jump slightly as you turned around. “Uh, so this is Carmen. He’s the owner, the head chef.” 

“Hi,” You were met with piercing blue eyes, hidden under a stray blonde lock of hair. Carmen’s hand reached for yours. “Nice to meet you. Sydney, uh, she couldn’t stop tellin’ me about your work. Thank you for helpin’ us out.” 

“No, no, thank you.” You reached for his hand, strong, a little rough, trying not to stare at his inked fingers. “It’s a pleasure to work with you. She told me a little about you, about the restaurant. It’s very impressive. Surprised you needed me.” You grinned. 

Carmen bit back a smile, looking down to hide his blush. Fuck, Sydney said you were good at your job, she failed to mention that you were so fuckin’ pretty too. Carmen could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, taking flight like he was a middle schooler again with a school yard crush. 

“So, if you have time, I want to go over some goals with you?” You say, gripping your notebook tightly. 

“Goals. Right, uh,” Carmen looked through the back doors. “Sydney is on her break, and-and my sister, Sugar- well, her name is Natalie, she’s like our manager. Richie too, uh, shit- I’m sorry that’s a lot of people, I know.” Carmen shook his head, an anxious laugh pealing out from his lips. “Those are the people you need to talk to, basically. I can grab them, just-” 

“-But you’re the owner, right?” You asked, lifting a brow gently. 

“No, I mean, yeah, I am.” Carmen stuttered. 

“Then I need to talk to you, too.” You gave him a small smile. “I mean, you know this place better than anyone, right? All the ins and outs? And from what Sydney told me, you redid this entire place. Right?” 

“Yeah, I did.” Carmen nodded. Fuck, he kept staring at your lips, he didn’t mean to, he was just… he was distracted. 

“So, we can all meet if you want, or I can do it one at a time.” You pulled your pen out of your notebook, looking at him with a gentle smile. It had Carmen’s heart racing. “I just have a few questions about the vision.” 

“The vision?” Carmen repeated, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat. 

“Yeah, the vision.” You smiled. “Just… tell me about this place. Tell me about you.” You slid into the chair across from him. 

Carmen wiped his hands on his pants, turning to look at the doors, hoping someone would come to his rescue. He wasn’t good at talking, especially not to pretty girls, especially about himself. Still, he couldn’t leave you sitting there. He’d hired you after all, and you were here to help him. So he sat down across from you, hoping you didn’t see the way his knee bounced under the table, hoping you couldn’t hear how his heart pounded. 

“So, Carmen Berzatto,” You grinned, every syllable of his name rolling off your tongue so sweetly, Carmen was sure he was going to faint. “Tell me about The Bear. Why did you start it?”

“Well, it was The Beef before. And-And my parents owned it, then my brother Mikey did…” Carmen started, watching the way you scribbled, eyes flickering to him with a small smile.

“Hello!” You called, pushing through the back door. They’d given you the code a week ago, so you didn’t have to wait or pound on the front door until someone took mercy and let you in. “It’s content day!” You sang, cheery and bright. 

Carmen could hear the pretty trill of your voice, trickling down the hall and into the kitchen. Tina smirked, watching the way he stopped, turning to look at you, blush rising under his white shirt. “Hey, Jeff,” Tina smirked, his head snapping to her. “Your girl’s here.” 

The staff had been teasing Carmen relentlessly about how smitten he was with you. Something he’d been so reluctant to do, he now looked forward to. Carmen swore it was because of your work. You had taken them from the measly six hundred followers they’d had since they started the account in twenty-eleven to six thousand, strategic posts and tags and tagging a few buzz accounts that were Chicago foodies. Business had gone up, reservations filling slowly. Followers poured in from TikTok, from the reels, from the posts. One tag from a micro Chicago influencer had brought in a good chunk and was still, all because of a photo with the pretty light features and the dessert. 

“Where’s the Bear?” You grinned, passing Sydney, camera in hand, bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed open Carmen’s office, dropping your bag in there. He’d told you that you could keep your things in there, since you didn’t have a locker, of course- and not at all because that meant he’d see you before you left. 

“He’s in here, baby!” Tina called, smirking at Carmen. 

“C’mon,” Carmen shook his head, a deep breath to keep him from looking so flushed. It worked for a moment, of course, until you rounded the corner. All bright smiles and fuck, you smelled so good. Camren wanted to drown himself in your perfume. “Good morning, Bear.” You beamed. 

Carmen grinned, cheeks heating with every step you took forward. “Mornin’.” He muttered, looking at the clock. 

“It’s content day.” You grinned, shaking your camera lightly. “Tell me you got something good for me, Chef. What's the special this week?” 

“A lamb tenderloin with a gorgonzola sauce served over pasta- house made, of course.” Carmen answered. 

“Of course.” You repeated with a tiny grin. You turned on your camera, taking a test shot, before you looked at Carmen carefully. “Ready whenever you are, Chef.” 

Carmen bit back his own grin, clearing his throat lightly. “How do I start it? The same as last time?” 

“Yep.” You nodded, pressing the camera to your eyes. “Tell me your name, name of the restaurant, and then just this week's special.” 

“On your mark.” Carmen nodded, picking up his clean utensil. 

“On yours.” You laughed. “I’m already recording.” 

Carmen spoke to the camera easily, trying to stay trained on the lens and not at you. How you’d grin and nod encouragingly at him, zooming in closer as he chopped, seasoned, pulled the already prepared and finished product out of the oven. 

Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to Sugar, lips pursed knowingly. “I know you’re thinkin’ the same shit as me.” 

Sugar hummed. “That Carmen’s into her?” 

“Way fuckin’ into her.” Richie grinned, watching as Carmen blushed, grinning back at you, genuine and a little shy at your compliment. 

“Fifty bucks says he doesn’t make a move.” Sugar looked at Richie. 

Richie snorted, scoffing with a shake of his head. “Alright. I’ll take your bet. I say he does.” 

“Get ready to be out of fifty dollars, Cousin.” Sugar said smugly. “This is Carmy we’re talking about. Not Mikey. Carmen’s not gonna make a move on her.” 

“Eh, not so quick, my dear, Natalie. Carmen’s changed a little since this place.” Since the horrendous freezer incident with Claire. “He really likes her too, look at ‘em.” Richie nodded, watching as Carmen held the spoon out for you, blushing when your hand touched his to take it, groaning before smothering him in compliments. Tina looked at Richie, amused and grinning from across the room. 

“Carmen will seal the deal. It’ll be last fuckin’ minute and it will be a mess, because it’s fuckin’ Carmen, but… I believe in him.” Richie nodded. 

Natalie snorted. “I genuinely hope you’re right, Cousin.” She looked at Carmen with a small smile, watching the way he looked at you, eyes cutting like he was being so cool about keeping his feelings underwraps. “I really do.” 

That night, Carmen lied in bed, scrolling through his footage from the day, seeing the video pop up from @/thebearchicago. Set to classical music, snobby and dramatic, the cuts, Carmen’s voice laid over describing the meal for the week, and a particularly good close up of his hands cutting the onions fiercely. Carmen was shocked to see the number of likes… the number of comments flooding in. 

“the cameraman knew exactly what they were doing lmao”

“New necklace available!!!” 

“I will give you my vital organs and let you chop them up like that if you let me watch chef please” 

“What the fuck?” Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head, scrolling through the comments. He clicked to the main page of the restaurant, seeing you were just a few away from ten thousand followers. Fuck… Sydney was fucking right. You were good. 

Carmen’s face fell, mind racing and screaming with the reminder that you were only there for a few more days. He’d only hired your for two months- two glorious fucking months. You seemed… permanent now. Like he couldn’t imagine you not coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after three on Fridays. You were a staple there. The staff loved you, you were good, and-

And Carmen really liked you. Liked having you around. Looked forward to talking to you. To get the chance to lean over your shoulder as an excuse to touch you when you showed him a preview of a post. Or when you’d send him cute text messages, a funny comment attached, your text reading: “you’re a hit, bear! they love you!” 

It was like you could read his mind, your contact flashing across the screen at him. 

To: Carmen 

‘told you this would be a good one! the fans love you berzatto!!!’ 

Carmen grinned, the faint twinge of a blush on his face. He could feel his heart racing, fingers dancing over the keyboard, and worst of all- he could hear Mikey’s fucking voice in the back of his head. A nagging tone repeating over and over and over, “Let it rip, Bear! Don’t be such a pussy! Ask her out!” 

Carmen looked at his screen, fingers typing out the message, a short, less than smooth invite to make you a special thank you dinner and his place- a date. He hoped you picked up on it. Heat hammering in his chest, he could feel his chest tighten, ribs knitting together uncomfortably, stomach twisting in the worst way. 

So, Carmen did what he always did. 

From: Carmen 

‘Never doubted you. Thank you. The video was great.’ 

He watched as the blue sent, the delivered turning into seen, and followed by your thumbs up over the text. Carmen put his phone on the table, lying back on his pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. His stomach still turned, unsettled with regret. 

“Oh! Marcus stop!” You gasped, Carmen’s head turning at the sound of your voice. “You didn’t need to do all of this!” 

“Yeah, I did.” Marcus beamed. Carmen turned the corner, seeing a beautifully piped cake there, candles and icing cursive that read “thank you!” in the middle of the buttercream. “You’re cool and you got us on the map, girl. Plus, we’re gonna miss you.” 

“Yeah,” Sydney nodded, holding a small balloon that said that exact phrase on it. “We will miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you guys.” You grinned, hugging them both tightly. “This has been my favorite job so far. You guys have been so nice. Way nicer than a lot of these assholes around here.” You grinned. 

Richie stood on the wall, foot tapping, eyes darting back from you to Carmen. He could see his cousin’s stuttering movements, hesitant and careful, before retreating back into himself. C’mon, Carm, fuckin’ do it, Richie thought, shaking his head. Carmen wouldn’t though, wouldn’t let himself be happy. Richie took a deep breath, head shaking with annoyance. 

“Goddammit, Berzatto,” Richie muttered, pushing off the wall. “You know, sweetheart, it’s been so great having you. Seriously, you blew us all away.” Richie said, walking towards you. 

You smiled. “Thanks, Richie. I really appreciate it.” 

“And you know what, we want to really show how much we appreciate you.” Richie’s eyes cut to Natalie, a silent plea to help him out. “I had a cancellation for this evening, and I would love for you to come instead. Let us really cook for you, give you the whole experience. No bill, of course. All on the house, for you, my dear.” 

“Oh, I-I couldn’t let you guys do that.” You shook your head politely, eyes cutting to Carmen’s. 

“No-No, please.” Carmen nodded, finally speaking. Richie sighed silently in relief. “It would be great actually. Please?” 

You felt your heart melt, nodding softly. Before you could even reply, Richie was stepping up again. “And you know what? You gotta do one last post for us, right? The big chef spotlight one. The, uh, c’mon, Sydney what am I lookin’ for here?” 

“Oh, the one about the staff spotlights?” Sydney asked. 

“That’s the one. See, that’s it. And you’ve done everyone except the big boss.” Richie pointed at Carmen, ignoring the way the younger man’s face fell. 

“I didn’t get one-” Fak started, Richie shoving him out of the way. 

“You gotta end with Carmy, and it's funny because it’s gonna be real slow tonight anyways. Wednesday, ya know? And I think what better way to experience the night, really craft that staff spotlight thing, than with Carmen. The two of you, have dinner and get to talk.” Richie knew it was rocky, not at all smooth, but it was the best he could do. 

“What? Cousin, what are you-” 

“-No, you’re right, Richie.” Sugar added, stepping towards Carmen, and cutting him off. “And Carm, you were saying you wanted to see everything in action for yourself. You do the customer experience so you make sure everything’s good, and we’ll serve you both dinner. All the stops.” 

“How’s that sound?” Richie clapped his hands together, nodding at Tina, who grinned. 

“Jeff, it would be really nice to make sure we can work without your instructions. A good night for it too.” Tina added. 

“Yeah, and Sydney’s got it.” Richie nudged the girl beside him. 

“Totally, Carm- uh, Chef. I’ve got it.” Sydney nodded, catching on to Richie’s glare at her. 

Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor, face red and palms sweaty. His ears were ringing, tongue swelled thick in his mouth. You looked over at him with a small smile. “I mean, that does sound really nice. If-If it’s ok with you guys, you don’t have to-” 

“-Oh no,” Richie shook his head, walking over to Carmen to clap him on the shoulders. “We insist, don’t we, cousin?” Richie laughed, leaning down to Carmen. “Don’t fuckin’ stand there like a jagoff, say somethin’.” He whispered. 

“Yeah.” Carmen said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “It’s, uh, yeah. That-That sounds great.” 

“Wonderful.” Richie beamed. “Six o’clock sounds good for you kids? Give you enough time to get it together.” Richie looked from you to Carmen. “Maybe for some of us to take a shower.” 

Carmen could feel the heat rise from his neck to his cheeks, covering him in a furious blush. You giggled. “Definitely gives me time to get a blow out.” You laugh. “See you at six then?” 

“It’s a date.” Natalie added, practically bouncing on her toes behind Carmen. 

Carmen glared at her, before turning back to you. “Yeah, I-I’ll see you then.” 

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hurt to comfort I guess, where Suguru Geto takes care of you when you cry

When Suguru comes back to your shared home, the first thing he hears breaks his heart in less than a second. He follows the sound of your sobs to your mutual bedroom, where you’re laying on your side. Suguru sits calmly on the bed and puts his hand on your shoulder, whispering gently, « Hey sweetheart, what’s happening ? Are you all right ? »

When your crying doesn't stop and your shaking just grows stronger, Suguru feels powerless, he can’t bear to see you this sad, his only goal at the moment is to keep you safe in his arms and erase all those tears from your face. You really didn’t deserve that, whatever was the reason behind your actual state. 

Suguru takes his time to take your form in his hands and makes you sit up smoothly to look at your face and help you get better eventually. « It’s alright precious, I’m here. It’s okay, don't worry. Do you think you can talk to me ? »

You look up at him with tired eyes due to your intense crying and cheeks drenched in your tears, and as you try to articulate some words between hiccups, your boyfriend understands that he doesn't need to make you talk to him for the sake of appeasing you. The only thing you needed right now, was his comforting presence and nothing more. 

His cold fingers take place on your wet face to make you look at him gently, his thumbs tracing random patterns on your cheekbones in order to eventually soothe you and remove your tears from your face at the same time. 

Suguru gets closer to your trembling body to take you in his embrace, his arms enveloping you perfectly with his oh so welcomed warmth as your face nuzzles into his chest, where you can hear his calming heartbeat close to your ear. Your hand grips onto his shirt like he could possibly disappear in any given second, while you let out some more cries that get muffled by his protecting body. 

But these heartbroken sounds that make Suguru’s eyes water, grow to disappear as his calm hands wander up and down your back, oh so slowly but with a certain presence on your body as to remind you that he will always be here to help you in any form, as long as he can bring you peacefulness and love.  

His face finds its way in the crook of your neck where his lips are able to murmur the sweetest things he has in mind in order to calm you down and reassure you, even just a bit. To make you feel at ease and protected with him but mostly to remind you of his love for you. 

“It’s okay angel, I’m here and I’m not going away, you don’t have to explain to me anything that you don’t want to. You’re doing great and I’m proud of you no matter what. Never forget that I’ll always love you, okay ? You’re too dear for me to let you cry like this, that’s why I’ll always take care of you, I promise”

And maybe your crying had indeed stopped, but after hearing what your Suguru had so softly whispered to you, you could not hold back a few tears at the feeling of pure love that he was offering you at the moment.

With silent “thank yous” escaping from your lips, and your now relaxed form melting into his, you were slowly starting to slumber into the arms of Morpheus. With the help of Suguru’s hands caressing your hair and his mouth dropping kisses to your temple, in a tender way. 

As his arms bring you even closer to his heart, Suguru whispers one last thing, whether it be at you or even at himself doesn’t matter, because he will cherish his beloved treasure until his last breath.   

“Because you’re my one and only”

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Ziehen

Chapter Thirty One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Zachariah, Crowley, Dick, Bobby, Sam and Benny

Word Count: 2053, with other media

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, talk of extra-curricular activities coming up, a thirst trap because Jensen has been unfair lately, Benny being a teddy bear, and Bela trying to make amends

Series Masterlist

“And between record store day and Phantom Traveler’s release, Q2 is looking to break records for us,” Zachariah droned on.

“Well, it’s the least they could do,” Dick added glibly.

You couldn’t roll your eyes, you were on camera, but you wanted to. Crowley didn’t reply, but Zachariah chuckled and took a beat to agree before going on down the line of his report. Bobby huffed, but kept a lid on it, which told you how much he knew Dick was right.

“Things are shaping up well with pre-orders and the appearances Bobby and company have lined up between Vegas and New Orleans with the album release.  should outshine their previous album sales by a wide margin,” Crowley tacks on, almost bored with the success.

You set that up, not Bobby, but you kept your mouth shut, nodding.

“Y’all can thank Y/N for that, you know,” Bobby said gruffly.

“Of course,” Dick agreed offhandedly, eyes darting down to other parts of his screen.

Thank God for Bobby. You simply smiled and kept listening.

“Sounds great, people! Let’s check back the week of the release to ensure we’re still on track. We’ve got a lot of numbers to move to get in the black here, but I see good things happening,” Dick smarmed and instantly sent a meeting invite for the following month. 

“Thank you!” you replied dutifully and closed the window for the chat. After accepting the invite and adding it to your personal calendar, you exhaled long and hard. You checked your phone, Bela had called again and left another two text messages. You ignored her. She could wait.

You called Bobby for a mix of mutual griping and to debrief about where that put you all going forward. 

Without even a greeting, Bobby started, “I swear they get dumber every quarter.”

“Tell me about it. Thanks for having my back in there, though, I was starting to see red by the end.”

“You and me both, darlin’.” Bobby huffed. “The amount of stuff you get done is amazing. Even without all the run-around from the last tour, you are doing more than anybody I’ve seen in your position. We appreciate ya, even if the suits can’t see past their nose jobs.”

You beamed.

“Thanks. So, what’s on the agenda for the week? I know Dean and Sam took Gibson and Pamela to the zoo.”

“Yeap. Got the Midway Museum tomorrow if you have time, got tickets for anybody who wants to go. Might be good time for pictures if you need some candids for the socials.”

You knew this was his way of telling you to come, he even gave you justification for doing it on so called work hours.

“Maybe. I might just steal some from the band. Too much to get done before the show on Thursday.”

“Well, you’re welcome to join us if you get caught up or not.”

“Thanks.” It felt like all you could say to him today. It was a small word with a lot of connotations, but you were grateful. You owed Bobby so much. Though he never gave anything he didn’t want to give or for any form of repayment. He was too good for this industry. They all were.

“I’ll keep you posted. I have calls with the next couple of venue coordinators today and then some event security stuff tomorrow morning with Benny for some non-venue signings and stuff.”

“You still want to do the battered women's shelter thing?”

“The domestic violence survivors fundraiser in Vegas? Absolutely.”

Bobby hummed.

“I know what you’re thinking, Bobby. And that’s exactly why we’re doing it.”

“Do you think it looks like pandering?”

“I think it looks like community service. And if I didn’t think Dean could handle it, I wouldn’t have signed him up for it.”

“Even after that little disappearing act on Saturday?”

“Dean is a domestic abuse survivor, Bobby. Part of what he’s gone through is accepting that.”

“Yeah, but Cas—.”

“Cas is still family. And he didn’t press charges. And you know Dean—- penance is something he needs to do for himself, too.”

Bobby sighed. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Trust me, this is still my good side.”

Bobby actually chuckled at that. “I bet! Okay, I should get going, promised the missus we’d hit the shops before dinner.”

“Have a good one.”

“Alrighty, bye then.”

You smiled at your desk as Bobby hung up. He was happy and Annie was good for him. It didn’t matter their pasts, they made it work, and made each other better along the way.

Which seemed utterly remarkable and unattainable for somebody like you.

But if anybody deserved it, it was them.

You put down your phone and pulled up Twitter, it was time to dig through the chaos and do what you did best: highlight the good, the band's synergy and the new momentum and bury the bad. 

Which seemed to include you this time around, unfortunately.

After Twitter, you tackled Insta, Reddit and even FB, though most people cross posted the same images and anecdotes, some people only used one of the bunch. And some only used them on pain of death, namely Dean. Meanwhile, Bela had posted a couple of great shots from the afterparties, which you liked as the band and as yourself. 

You were crabby, not petty.

And busy, damnit.

The next morning, Sam smirked at you when he caught your eye in the hotel’s gym. He was already sweating from running outside, but must have come back to stretch or work something more intensely. What you weren’t expecting was Dean to be hot on his heels, equally as sweaty, equally as mischievous.

“Trouble! How’s business?” 

You rolled your eyes and took out an earbud, not sure you really heard them.

“What’s up?”

“We’re gonna lift— you want in?” Sam was teasing you now.

You pedaled stiffly and shook your head. “Fuck no, I’m good here, got another ten mile circuit after this breather.”

“Suit yourself,” Dean taunted and grinned before he crossed his legs and touched his toes. What the hell? Luckily there was only one other guest using the elliptical, so they weren’t being complete nuisances, yet.

They weren’t even directly in your line of sight, otherwise it could have gotten awkward, and distracting.

Still, you felt them keep glancing at you, making faces, and even cheering for you when you shifted up with your ass out of the seat to get the best angle for the various hills. You flipped them off, but kept your eyes forward and your earbuds in place.

Thirty minutes later, you groaned and stepped off the stationary bike. Dean and Sam had been talking more than doing curls with the free weights, obviously being dorks about each other’s efforts.

Boys.

“Good workout?” Dean asked as you sanitized your equipment. Sweat clung to your oversized tank top, all down your back, and between your legs. Thank god you wore your black workout leggings today.

“Yeah? You?” You smirked as Dean made a show of extending his movements slowly and pointedly. Yes, Dean, your arms should be illegal, you thought.

“Good, uh— need help stretching?”

You looked at him a little dumbfounded and then back at Sam, who seemed just as surprised as you were by the offer.

“Nah, I’ve got my bands and stuff in my room. Though, I bet Sam would love to see you try and bullshit your way through a cool down routine,” you tacked on, trying to laugh off the offer. Inside you were imagining Dean’s weight against you, pushing your knees up and out, flexing your hip joints with his thick fingers digging into the meat of you…

“Hey! I was just being nice.”

“Dude,” Sam muttered.

You sighed and gave Dean an apologetic smile. “Maybe another time.”

You pretended not to hear the series of slaps that happened behind your back as you made your way to the elevator and your generic hotel shower.

Benny treated you to lunch after your video calls with the S.A.F.E. House staff and the one with the folks at the radio station who’d be interviewing the band the morning of the first Vegas show. 

“Saw your tweet on Cas’ post,” you added thoughtfully, midway through your shrimp po boys.

“Yeah, well, didn’t want him thinking he done wrong by us.”

You chewed and nodded, silently telling him that you got it, appreciated it even. 

“You hear anything else from the guys about the last show, you know, after Dean disappeared and, um, everything?”

You needed to know if the guards were loyal, but mostly you wanted to know what they had seen.

“Seemed pretty anticlimactic to most of them, from what I hear. Dean came through, sober and clean as a whistle. —Even the venue goons didn’t clock anything weird,” Benny pointed out before taking another bite, his teeth flashing in the afternoon sun.

After a few moments, Benny continued. “But, uh, that label stooge you got following Bela? He’s the one to worry about, really, seems to keep his cards close to the vest.”

Damn, you knew he was right before he even finished the sentence. Tiny would be the one to squeal to Crowley, or worse, Dick, at the end of the day. You wondered if you could buy him off or treat him in other ways while on the road. Bela wasn’t scheduled to be around until the second Vegas show, you had some time to figure out his motives. Or if he even cared at all.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

Benny sniffed and looked around the small patio outside the restaurant. “Bela’s not really Dean’s girl is she? She some kind of clout pusher?”

You swallowed and took a long slurp of your iced tea, washing away the now muted flavor of your lunch. “I honestly don’t know anymore, Benny. They’ve definitely been enjoying each other’s company more than I expected.”

“Perhaps—- but don’t you worry none. She’s not the type you settled down with and he’s got eyes deeper than the cut of her fancy tops.”

You huffed. Benny certainly had a way with words.

“It’s okay, Benny— I’m not in a place to be jealous.”

He just raised his eyebrows at you and took another bite.

“I did this— I set them up. I’d guess you’d call it reaping what I sow or something?”

Benny nodded and shrugged. “Or something.”

“You won’t— you won’t tell anybody, right? His story is safe with you?”

“Doll, I’ve been covering that boy’s ass since before Lisa— I’m true.”

“I know, Benny, sorry—- it’s just so much posturing all the time. I just want to take pictures and show the world how badass they are. I want people to hear the stories behind the songs, because it shows they’re human too. Sometimes I wish—-”

“Wishin’ for rain in the desert aint doin’ anybody a lick of good. You know the score, you just gotta beat them at their own game. Dean’s a good man, he knows what’s real. Don’t think we all don’t know that, too.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. Know who your people are, if you trust Bela— then she won’t let Tiny think anything is up. Friends have each other’s back against the world, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, suddenly feeling ridiculously immature for ignoring her for the past few days.

“Eat up, cher. It’s a long tour. You’ll need your strength.”

That was an understatement, but you dug in anyway.

“Y/N, listen— I’ve resorted to leaving you a voicemail. It’s come to that. I’m sorry. I am. I didn’t mean anything disparaging about you the other night— just maybe about how you treat Dean. Not that it's bad, overkill more like, but it’s not like you’re bad or weak for doing it.--- I know how much you loved her, Y/N, I know. Him too, it seems. I just don’t want you wasting so much of your life trying to make up for losing her. It hurts to see you so— subservient. You are so much more than an errand girl. So I’m sorry for my lack of tact. But I’m not sorry I brought it up. Okay? There. Call me back and yell at me properly already, Jesus.”

Tagging:

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@mrswhozeewhatsis

@cosicas-cuquis

@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like

@suckitands33

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@spxideyver

Chapter 32: Tronco

[davycoquette]

INTRODUCTION

Howdy! Call me Davy!

You can find my writing on this page of my blog!

This is my first foray into Tumblr’s writing community, so bear with me. If you see me committing any manner of egregious faux pas, please let me know so I can learn!

At this time, I don’t belong to any fandoms. Everything I write is fandomless, and every character I write about is original. While I am more than happy to interact with fandom writers, I’ll mostly seek out other original indie writers & their content.

A little bit about me:

She/her, born in ‘89

I’ve been writing since I could scribble

…but I have never submitted anything to be published!

At present, I just write. I am not working on a novel or toward publishing anything. Yet.

I want to follow:

Anyone whose writing I enjoy

Anyone who likes to discuss the craft of writing candidly

Writer’s writers

Folks who are willing to engage and have fun

I will not follow:

Blogs that post nsfw content (with the possible exception of spicy written scenes) simply because I like to scroll my dash in public places! It’s nothing personal!

Blogs that post excessive content unrelated to writing/things that interest me. Personal diaries etc. are totally fine!

Blogs that don’t tag content I need to filter, or that circumvent filters by spelling them creatively.

Anyone who hits on me in DMs, is incendiary, etc.

Mutuals, beware:

I am very likely to jump into your askboxes and reply to your posts. Feel free to ask me to stop if it bothers you. I don’t know how to act on this website.

Genres I Write:

Western, western, western. Historical, modern, fantastical, surreal — you name it.

Literary fiction

Science fiction

Nonfiction

Expect:

I write stories about fucked up fuck ups fucking up. My characters are heavily flawed individuals, and heavy, gritty subject matter can (and will) come up. I will do my best to throw in content warnings accordingly, but please let me know if there's something you need me to tag!

[faerunsfinestmisfits]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[hazbinbosshelluvahotel]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

Hi! I've just read There Are Many Benefits To Being A Banite Minion and really enjoyed your interpretation of the Church of Bane.

Do you have anymore hc about the church that you'd be willing to share? Another mutual and I were talking today about how the church recruits new members so would love to hear your thoughts on that!

BIG INHALE

Hi Crystal!!! Welcome to my girlblog, you have unlocked my TED Talk. I fucking love lorecrafting and I am delighted to talk your ear off.

So I always do an embarrassing amount of research into one-line throwaways, but this sentence is incredibly load-bearing:

And as your watchful brothers and sisters close in around you, whispering their approval, you understand suddenly how cults pull people in with such efficacy.

There’s a ton of excellent articles I read which are locked behind a JSTOR subscription from back issues of sociology magazines. These went into great depth about the espoused beliefs of new age religions and cults and which parts of the human psyche these target. At the end of the day the common points are these:

Lobster in cookpot socialization: recruits will hear the least threatening version of an organization’s beliefs first. They will be welcomed with open arms and effusive lovebombing so that it feels good, feels rewarding, feels that you are part of something greater and grander than mundane life.

Carrot/stick emotional manipulation: Recruits are then made to feel guilt over actions which would go against the organization’s goals, and are praised over things which adhere to those strictures. Over time they then subconsciously gravitate to doing things which elicit the carrot, and again, make them feel good.

Control of environment and information: As the recruit is slowly boiled with increasing adherence to the organization’s will, you slap the lid on. An Us Versus Them mentality is the backbone of any good propaganda, and the organization then fosters distrust in media, in one’s friends and family, in those who just aren’t part of the organization. A sense of superiority follows here, and then you have a fresh new minion.

If this sounds familiar, it should!! You are not immune to propaganda. This is how a lot of manipulations built on belief work. State the belief. Push the belief. Make the belief the only thing worth believing. Keep the believer forever.

In 5E, Bane’s portfolio of divine influence shifts from earlier editions to “ambition, control, tyranny.” I’ve chosen to honor those in that order. Ambition first, control to achieve its end, and if that doesn’t suffice, tyranny. Might is right. Slytherinesque manipulations and power plays abound, because after the whole thing with Cyric, Bane learned that if your recruits all kill each other to rise in the ranks, soon you won’t have any recruits. Whoops. Killing is only for outsiders.

So then in my mind, recruiting for the Church of Bane works like this:

“Hey I see you’re struggling with meeting life’s basic needs. Can I interest you in a bit of mercenary work? There’s an asshole who kicks cats and owes a widow money or something and I’m trying to track him down.”

“Oh good job beating up those scoundrels, you really helped [insert name of downtrodden old widow]. Hey, if you ever need spare coin again and aren’t averse to a bit of fisticuffs, you can find me here.”

“Oh wow it’s you! Good to see you again! Here for more work? The weather’s sweltering today, I’ve got a nice surveillance mission so we can sip on chilled tea and take notes while we catch up.”

“Oh, you can’t write our Faerûnian language? Our order teaches our recruits everything. Hey, if you’re down to make more of a commitment than that of a mercenary, I’ll sponsor you and you’ll get three hots and a cot out of us.”

[banite training montage] let’s get down to business to defeat the cyricists and other enemies of our order

“Oh hey you killed a man but it was in self-defense! Hey don’t worry you aren’t damned for that in the eyes of OUR god haha… wink wonk…”

“Oh wow it turns out that those people you killed were just the personal enemies of one of our members, but hey, they were bad people yanno?”

“Oh we are just killing people for personal power of our superiors, but that’s fine isn’t it? After all, you’ve been doing the same thing, hurting people just to eat something better than the slop they serve at the poorhouse. And look what all you’ve learned and gained at our hands. If you hate it, rise up in the ranks, rule over your lessers, and make our mission what YOU want it to be.”

???

Profit. Which in this case is “kiss Enver Gortash.”

[thehazbins]

Rules Old Rules! Please see Carrd!!

🎀 !! 18+ Only !! Mun is 33, and doesn't have any interest in interacting with minors. Sorry.

🎀 Basic rules of respect, okay? No one liners if the other writes a paragraph, no godmodding, no metagaming, etc. Don't reblog memes and stuff I post without interacting. You know the drill. Respect me, I'll respect you.

🎀There will be NSFW, I will tag it with nsfh (not safe for heaven) but if you don't like that stuff- maybe follow with caution if you want to follow. I won't be hurt if you don't. We can still interact!

🎀I am not mutuals only! I'll probably follow if we start interacting unless there's something about your page I don't want on my dash (what I'm not sure but I guess it's a possibility?) Just feel free to message me!

🎀 Please feel free to message me. I am a ball of anxiety. I'm trying to reach out to people more but it's hard. So please feel free to hit me up first. I'll be so happy that you did!

🎀I am going to try to be playing canon characters, I cannot guarantee 100% canon accuracy as I am not vivzie. Please bear with me and enjoy my way of writing them for who they are.

🎀 I love ships. I will ship with probably anyone that I have chemistry with... so hit me up. Let's talk. ( Polyamory, LGBT, all fine by me. You know the shit that isn't, seriously. P*dophilia, Inc*st, etc are NOT.)

🎀 OC Friendly, obviously. Just like to say it!

🎀 I likely won't be exclusive but if we want to do a little verse for a group or whatever, I'm down for that!

🎀 Trigger Tagging. I don’t personally have any that I know of and I will try to tag everything appropriately. If you need me to tag anything specifically let me know and I’ll do my best!

🎀 Dupes okay! I will happily RP with others who play the same muses I do. I enjoy other takes. I also tag all mine with muse; name for the muse. So for example the tag would look like. muse; lilith so you can follow comfortably and blog the tags if you don't wanna see my take on a charcter!

🎀On the same note, if you want exclusivity- I'm honestly fine with making a sideblog or moving on to private RPs elsewhere if you use discord or some such but still want to interact with me.

🎀I am willing to set up a verse more exclusive to you though- and set up a verse specific tag.

🎀Uncertain about crossovers, I'd prefer you come to hellaverse if that's okay!

🎀If I follow you back I've probably checked your age and that's about it. I will read your rules if we interact though! If I follow first, I've probably at least skimmed them and will go over again should we interact.

🎀On that note, I will try to follow rules but I follow/follow back a lot of people and don't always end up remembering who's rules are who's.

🎀I have a discord I'm willing to share if anyone wants to chat over it or plot!

🎀 I have the freedom to change these when I please.

[marie-swriting]

A New Lesson - Robin Buckley

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary : You move back to Hawkins after several years away from your first best friend and first kiss, Robin Buckley.

Warnings : fluff, mutual pining, some internalised homophobia, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language tell me if you see some and if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.2k

French version

Song inspiration : Kissing Lessons by Lucy Dacus

You’re out of breath when you quickly knock on the door of your History class. The teacher stops her lesson and invites you to come in. You open the door and smile awkwardly. Without realising it, you take a rapid look at the class, your eyes landing on a face you instantly recognised despite the years : Robin Buckley, your first best friend. Your breath speeds up even if you’re not running anymore. Meanwhile, the teacher keeps looking at you, waiting for your explanation. You look away from Robin, clear your throat and start talking.

“Sorry for being late, I couldn’t find the room.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, right ?” She asks and you nod. “It’s your first day so don’t worry about it. You can sit down, we were just starting the lesson. By the way, could you come talk to me at the end of the class ?” She adds when you’re sitting.

You try to follow the lecture, not wanting to be even more behind than you already are. You just moved back to Hawkins and the school year has started a few months ago meaning you’ll need to work a lot the first weeks at Hawkins High School. Though, you can’t help but think about Robin who is only two seats behind you. Her hair is shorter than before and her clothing style is way different, it’s not her mother’s taste anymore but hers. You think she’s cute, just like when you were younger. You don’t know if you should talk to her after class. After all, you haven’t seen each other since you were seven, she probably didn’t even recognise you. If you were to talk to her, maybe you’d make the situation awkward. No, it’s better if you act as if you don’t know her, except if she came to talk to you. But you’d really love to reconnect with her again. Your thoughts keep running in your head until the bell rings. Everyone packs their things and runs away from the classroom while you walk to your teacher’s desk.

“How was your first day ? Was it difficult to follow the classes ?” She worries and you shrug.

“In some subjects, yes, but the teachers offered their help if I needed it. Besides that, I just really need to find my bearings in this school.” You answer and she smiles.

“You’ll get used to it quickly, our school is not that big. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Well, I’m not holding you back any longer, have a nice week-end Y/N.”

“You, too, miss.”

You leave the room and go to the exit. When you walk through the door, Robin comes to you, nervousness can be read on her face while a big smile takes its place on yours. 

“Y/N, hey ! It’s me, Robin Buckley.” She introduces herself and you chuckle lightly.

“I know, I recognised you.”

“Really ? I thought… I mean, I guess you…”

“I’d have forgotten you ?” You ask, shocked and she nods. “Robin, you’re my first best friend, I’d never forget you. But I have to admit, I was afraid you would have.”

“I could never forget you either !” Robin retorts, almost outraged. “I’m so happy to see you’re back, I missed you so much ! When did you come back ?”

“Two weeks ago, but I’ve been helping my parents to move in 'till yesterday.”

“You’re staying here for a while ?”

“For now, we haven’t planned on leaving any time soon.” You inform and her face brightens.

“Really ?”

“Yeah ! So, we can see each other like we used to. We need to plan something, by the way and you also have to show me around in Hawkins ! Some things must have changed in this good old city.” You exclaim, excited.

“Not much, but I’ll be glad to give you a tour.”

“Great. Oh, wait !”, you start before taking a piece of paper and a pen, you quickly write something before talking again, “it’s my phone number, call me and we’ll decide on a date to meet.”

“Sure.”

You’re about to add something when you hear someone honking. You turn your head and see your mom’s car.

“Sorry, I have to go, my mom is waiting for me.”

“Don’t worry, I have to go to work anyway.”

“I’m glad we met again, Robin.”

“So do I.”

You smile at her one last time before running to your mom’s car. Meanwhile, Robin looks at you, paralysed. She can’t believe you’re back. Her brain is fusing as she thinks about what your return means. She doesn’t wait any longer before going to Family Video.

When she arrives at work, Steve doesn’t have time to raise his head that Robin puts her hands on the counter with a serious face.

“We have an emergency, Steve.”

“An emergency ? What emergency ?” He asks, looking around, worried.

“No, a ‘girl’ emergency. Y/N is back.” She states dramatically and Steve frowns.

“I’m supposed to know who she is ?”

“Okay, long story short”, Robin starts and Steve knows she’s not going to do the ‘long story short’, “Y/N was my first best friend. We met in kindergarten. We were very close, we had an almost fusional relationship ! I even think our parents were tired of us always hanging out. Anyway, we were as thick as thieves, you know ? And one day, in second grade, Y/N had this crush on that guy named Justin. Honestly, I still don’t know what she found in him, he was a little bit dumb. He had these stupid remarks sometimes and he wasn’t even funny.”

“Robin, go straight to the point.” Steve cuts her.

“The point is that she had a crush on him and she wanted to admit her feelings but she didn’t know how so she asked for my help and as a good best friend, I accepted. We went to my place and we tried to act the scene, we tried to imagine what she could tell him. At one moment, I was saying what she could do and at another, she showed me what she thought she could do. The more we were starting to invent scenarios, the more confident she got. She was sure she could get Justin. She was so sure she wanted to get ready for the… kiss. We were seven so I told her we could practise. It was just a small peck, I didn’t think too much about it but when she got closer and closer to Justin, I started being overprotective and on top of that, we were starting to drift apart so I was convinced I was losing my best friend, but clearly it was more and…”

“Basically, you had a crush on her ?” Steve asks, trying to make sure he understood the situation.

“She was my first crush ever, but she left for another State when I realised my feelings could be deeper than I thought and we lost contact so I thought it was just some childish feelings, but Steve when I saw her entering my History class… I couldn’t explain it even if I tried. She is so pretty and she didn’t forget about me ! We talked a little, she even gave me her number and Steve, I think I still have feelings for her.” Robin finished with glowing eyes.

“Finally one of us will be in a relationship.” He states with a smile.

“We’re not there yet !”

“You said she gave you her number, I think it’s a good sign.”

“She just wants me to show her the new things around town and wants us to hang out as friends. It doesn’t mean anything !”

“If you don’t try, you can’t never know.” Steve affirms and Robin has her eyes wide open.

“Do you even realise how risky that is ?”

“Please, you have the perfect excuse with your second grade moment to test the water. You just need to bring the topic smoothly.” He suggests as if it was easy.

“You mean the thing I don’t know how to do ?”

“I’m sure you’re being overdramatic. Call her to, at least, plan something then you’ll see.” Steve adds as he takes the phone and puts it in front of Robin.

“I can’t, we’re working.”

“Yeah, because we currently have so many customers.” Steve says ironically while showing the empty place with his hand.

“You know I hate you.” Robin states with a fake smile.

“Don’t forget to thank me when you’ll finally be in a relationship.”

“Dingus.”

Robin takes a deep breath as she takes the piece of paper out of her jeans. She admires the paper before grabbing the phone and composing the number. Internally, she prays for you to not pick up, like that, she’ll be able to call you when she’s at home, away from her best friend’s gaze. Though, you don’t listen to her prayers and pick up the phone after five rings.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Robin.” She starts, totally nervous.

“Robin ? Hey ! I wasn’t expecting your call now.”

“Sorry, am I bothering you ? I can call back later, it’s okay.”

“No !” You scream, knowing she was about to hang up. “What I meant is that I thought you were at work so I thought you’d call me later or during the week-end.”

“I got some free time so I told myself I could give you a call to see if we could plan something this week-end or maybe on another day next week, if it’s better for you or maybe you'd prefer in two weeks, I mean, tell me what’s best for you, you probably still have so many boxes to unpack anyway.” Robin rambles and Steve looks at her, desperate.

“Robin, this week-end works for me.” You affirm with joy. “Actually, a moment away from these boxes would be the best. We can see each other tomorrow ? And we could have a sleepover at my place, for old time sake.”

“Why not !”

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up tomorrow ? I can take my parents’ car so it’d be easier to hang out.”

“Cool, it works for me. I still don’t have my licence, it’s too expensive.” Robin adds and she curses herself for this useless piece of information.

“That’s for sure.” You laugh. “So, see you tomorrow ?”

“Yes, see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

When you hang up, a big smile can be seen on Robin’s face. Steve can tell Robin does everything to contain her joy and he thinks it’s adorable the way Robin is beside herself because of her feelings for you.

Until the end of her shift at Family Video, Robin can’t stop talking about what you both are going to do the next day. She shares with Steve every scenario. At first, she imagines the cutest moment ever but then she thinks you might violently push her away. When she thinks about the worst, Steve does everything to reassure her. He can’t imagine how complicated it might be for her to have feelings for a girl and to not be able to be open about it like she would want so he encourages her as best as he can, hoping she won’t be stressing too much the next day and accidentally sabotage herself this moment with you.

When you pick Robin up, you guys don’t wait before driving around town, without a destination in mind. Robin tells you the last gossip in town and you listen to her attentively. You both talk about the years you missed. The conversations are easy, it’s as if you’d never lost contact with each other. Having her close to you again brings you so much happiness, you like her company. You knew you missed her, but you would have never imagined it was that much. The more you talk with Robin, the more your old feelings become stronger. Sometimes, you even have to stop yourself before talking, knowing you were about to betray yourself. Robin is in the same situation. She’d like to “taste the water” like Steve recommended, but she doesn’t want to ruin your moment so she avoids talking about your second grade moment.

The evening, you start your sleepover, it’s almost as if you were seven again, the only difference is that you don’t play before talking. When you were younger, you used to play until your parents would turn off the light, at that moment you’d spend the night talking discreetly. At least, that’s what you thought, but your parents admitted later on that they knew you were never sleeping. You actually inform Robin about it and she laughs out loud. You both keep giggling for a few minutes. When you get a grip on yourselves, you look at her with softness and you smile while you’re both laying on your bed.

“It’s been a long time since I had this much fun with someone.” You state and Robin frowns.

“You’re not gonna make me believe our sleepover is better than your school parties with all of your friends.”

“What makes you think I’m invited to big parties with friends ?”

“Y/N, I’m not stupid. You obviously have a lot of friends in your old school.” She retorts matter of factly.

“Actually I don’t. I had, like, two friends with whom I wasn’t very close and a boyfriend with whom I dated only for a month.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it or not but it’s complicated to find a best friend as good as you. Or just a person in general with whom I can have a connection as strong as ours.” You inform and Robin tries to find a secret message in your words.

“What do you mean by ‘just a person in general’, what about your boyfriend ?”

“Like I said, it didn’t last. I broke up with him before leaving.”

“You didn’t want to try a long-distance relationship ?” She asks and you shrug, trying to find the best way to explain the situation.

“It’s not really that. I would have broken up with him even if I hadn’t left because… I don’t know how to say it, but my feelings for him were never really that strong and when I was kissing him, it was… weird.”

Robin’s brain freezes while hearing these words. She asks herself if she needs to analyse with more care what you just said. After all, it looks like your experience is close to hers, but maybe you were simply not in love with that guy but you still love only men. Robin musters up her courage and starts ‘testing the water’.

“Looks like you need a new kissing lesson, then.” She states casually and you don’t answer right away, making her panic. “Sorry, I didn’t want to make the situation weird.”

“You really remember that ?” You ask with an ounce of hope.

“Yeah. I mean because it was about your first crush and your first kiss so it was important for you. I would be a bad best friend if I forgot those kinds of details.” She tries to justify herself, wanting to end the conversation but you want to keep talking about it.

“He might have been my first ‘crush’, but we can’t really say he was my first kiss.”

“You think of me as your first kiss ?” Robin asks, shocked, her heart beating fast.

“Our lips touched, didn’t they ? Maybe just for a second, but they did.” You affirm, nervous.

“Yeah, but it didn’t mean anything. You wanted to be ready for Justin.” She continues, not wanting to get her high hopes. “I still don't know what you found in him, by the way.”

“Me neither.” You laugh softly and she follows you. “Especially after that moment, he wasn’t as interesting anymore.”

“But you still confessed your feelings to him.”

“I was seven, I was confused. It was even worse when I kissed him.” You add and Robin is getting more and more confused. 

“I don’t understand, Y/N. You were completely ‘in love’ with him, at least as much as a kid can be. You were glued to him.”

“It was because I was afraid to be close to you again.” You admit and Robin sits on your bed, her cheeks turning red.

“I… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted to help you, I’m sorry.” She apologises, feeling bad and you stand up in panic.

“No, that’s not what I meant ! What I meant is that after this moment I… I was confused about what I was feeling for you. You were my best friend and I… I wanted more. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.” You state but you give up, thinking you’ve worsened the situation. “Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have told you that. I’d understand if…”

“Do you really mean it ?” Robin interrupts you. “You felt something for me ?”

“I… yes and as I’ve already started to dig my grave, I might as well confess I still do feel something for you.” You continue, but she stays silent, making you more uncomfortable. “Robin, say something, please.”

“I can’t believe you feel the same thing for me.” She says softly.

“The same thing ?”

“Y/N, when I saw you in class yesterday, my heart literally skipped a beat.” Robin starts, looking you in the eyes. “You’ve always been important to me. I was beside myself when I realised you were back. If you had seen me talking to Steve, you would’ve thought I was pathetic. I almost told him the whole story of our friendship, I didn’t say anything because he wanted me to go straight to the point.” She informs, talking faster and faster. “Despite the years, you still have power over me, it’s almost scary, but yes, I do have feelings for you, I always have. I was also so confused when you got closer to Justin, I only wanted you to be close to me and I didn’t understand why and now, I’m starting to realise I might be talking too much, but the point is I care about you, Y/N so yes, I feel the same thing for you.”

“Does that mean I can ask for a new lesson ?” You question, feeling confident again and slowly getting closer to her.

“I think I might need one too.”

“Perfect, we’re gonna help each other, then.”

Softly, you put your hand on Robin’s cheek and get closer to her with a small smile while Robin tries to hide her nervousness. Even if she’s been waiting for this moment, she’s afraid you’d think she’s a bad kisser or she doesn’t know where to put her hands on you correctly. She keeps overthinking until you press your lips on hers. At that moment, her anxiety vanishes away. She gets you closer to her by naturally putting her hand on your neck. You let your body act the way it wants and you and Robin keep kissing with tenderness until you’re out of breath. When you break the kiss, you take a deep breath again and get a grip on yourselves before looking at each other with a big smile. 

“Much better than our first kiss, but I think I might need another reminder.” You inform and Robin doesn’t wait before kissing you a second time with more passion.

Stranger Things Masterlist

{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

[babyknifexworstlogan]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[penelopeloremaker]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[felynafae]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[my-little-corner-of-hc]

So those trigun hc huh? Nsfw you’ve been warned

Honestly, every Vash has a different vibe but the ones I know well enough to really write for are Vash from the 98 anime and stampede sorry manga Vash. It's been a long time since I’ve sat down to really dissect you. You'll have to wait till next time.

So let’s start with Vash 98. I’m a be real I think it is a disservice to really think of this man as anything but experienced in the sex department. What am I basing this on you ask, it's just the vibe.(I could get into this if I want but I’m skipping it for now) Man’s been around women before men too. It's not his first rodeo and it probably won’t be his last.

Pulls out every time, doesn’t want any accidents but also can’t bear to have that responsibility put on his partner as he’s a wanted man.Probably feels guilty enough as it is getting physically close to someone let alone getting them pregnant. He’s a man that would be hard to convince to actually cum inside even after years of a loving relationship. Likes the idea of kids but is too scared to have one himself if wanted to know.

Definitely a switch doesn’t mind being a bottom and honestly doesn’t have any complaints about his partner doming him but he also enjoys being the top. In that vein I’ll also say he’s a good even split on getting pleasured and giving it out.

Now let’s get down to brass tacks on this. Sex with this man is ether Vash and his partner having a very public flirting affair that leads to them finding an excuse to see themselves out as they have a whirlwind of undressing, kissing, and ultimately a quick fuck back in there shared inn room.Or a very slow build of longing looks and touches to a very passionate night of love making. Both work for him as they both fill a hole of want and loneliness. Though he does have a preference for the latter because he’s a big sap that loves romance and he just loves to treat his partner with the love and care they deserve.

Being actively desired when his clothes are off is still pretty new to Vash. Clothes on he knows between his fair face and reputation as a “bad man” he could most likely find quite a few willing partners but when they get back to his room however it’s a different story. So he struggles in believing that his partner can actually find him physically attractive.

Now let’s talk about Stampede Vash. His partner is more than likely one of his first or his first partner. As such he’s a little insecure when it comes to the relationship not having the experience and confidence to back him up leaning more on his partner to be his rock and steer them to where they need to be. As such he’s more a bottom at least for now we will see how that changes in the future. But I want to point out his bottom more so due to insecurity and wanting to follow his partners lead then choice like with Vash 98.

Is more a heavy handed giver then a receiver and almost avoids his own pleasure for his partners.Takes a lot for him to accept that his partner wants to do things for him let alone pleasure him gonna need a lot of just mutual talking to get this shorted out and even then old habits die hard.

An untended flirt. Hear me out here when this man actively tries he's not that great, trips up in his own head, but every once in a while this man is going to say just the most sincere, loving thing mid sex that his partners hearts are going to explode.Truthfully he’s a little shocked at how much it’s impacted them but he’s not complaining and low key really likes it. Will tease them during post sex cuddles about it too, very smug, very satisfied.

Unlike 98 I think Stampede Vash is a little more reserved when it comes to sex he easily feels more guilty about just existing, and sex can be such an intimate personal connection filled with meaning that he just can’t let himself have it. Just like with denying his food when he’s depressed he does the same thing with sex he doesn’t deserve to feel happy, wanted or loved.Which can unfortunately have the side effect of hurting his partner without meaning to because in his eyes their always deserving and should have the world on a silver platter but not him though he has to try and live up to being worthy of that love.Due that he ends up isolating his partner because he’s closing himself off making so they feel like their the one not worthy to know his emotions .Where 98 uses sex to fill a hole in heart Stampede Vash really struggles with coming to terms if he even deserves it in the first place.

[waywardtavsanddurges]

Rules

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Jax, my pronouns are they/them, and I’m an old dirty bastard. I have 27+ experience with RP overall, mostly written and TTRPG.

Here are my rules.

This blog is mature, not always 100% PC but 100% accountable. I’m a 40 year old AFAB genderfluid transmasc queer. As stated above, my pronouns are they/them, but I’m comfortable with she/her and he/him as well. I will absolutely respect your pronouns.

I’m not mutually exclusive per se, but I am more likely to interact with mutuals once we start something together. Non-mutuals are, of course, allowed to like starter calls and reply to opens, as well as send in memes, especially if you follow me first. I’ll likely follow you back.

My timezone is US Mountain Time. I’m a married stay-at-home-parent to a teen and a preschooler, as well as a crafter working on starting an Etsy store. I’m not always around, but I check my blog frequently during the day. Some days I may not be active, but I promise I am never ignoring you.

I’m a safe space for LGBTQIA+, sex workers, drag performers, and people in recovery/seeking sobriety. I myself am in recovery, and I will be more than happy to lend an ear if you need it. If you don’t like any of the things that came before this sentence and want to tell me why I’m wrong, please reconsider interacting with me because I will not be nice about you being a dick.

That being said, I know that I am kind of a dick. I try not to be, but it happens, and if I overstep my bounds or do something to make you uncomfortable, please feel free to let me know, or just drop me as an RP partner. I will not be upset if you ghost me, because I understand.

Please don’t come at me with politics or religion. I am unaffiliated in both matters. If you want to talk spiritual spooky shit, though, I’m all for it.

I try to check on my blog every day, but I may not be active every day as I have several blogs and a kiddo and home to take care of. If you think I am ignoring you, I promise you that I am not. I am just ADHD to the max and I probably didn’t see it or it got eaten by the tumblr gods. Just shoot me a message to check in and I’ll let you know if I got it.

As this blog is run by an elder millenial mun with lots of mature content, anyone under 18 should NOT be interacting. I really prefer to RP with 21-25+, but absolutely no one under 18. If you don’t have your age range in your blog, or you have a blog that is not labeled at least 18+, I will not interact with you. Absolutely NO MINORS.

There will be NSFW themes, violence, drug references, etc. I will do my best to put these themes under read mores as well as tagging with common trigger tags. I respect anyone’s wish to stop interacting with or following me, and I won’t be mad about it.

This is a multiverse/ship blog! All threads/interactions/ships with individual muses are considered to be in their own verses, unless otherwise discussed with all muns involved. I support interacting with duplicates/twins/non-canon compliant/OCs, etc. Jealousy will not be tolerated, I’m too old for that shit.

When it comes to sexual NSFW themes, I will respect your boundaries on triggers and kinks. I also prefer to keep these under read mores, I understand if you don’t use a read more but I will. I am fine with Fade to Black if that is what you prefer.

Any questions, please just ask! I’m a giant teddy bear, I’m probably more apprehensive about interacting with you than you are of me.

[mommy-medusa]

All of a sudden, the grove lit up in a flash of golden light. Apollo was standing there, a look of panic on his face.

“You’re needed on Olympos,” he said to Artemis, his expression grave. “It’s Athena.”

No other words were spoken as the twins both vanished from the grove, leaving Teddi and the other huntresses behind in confusion.

It wasn’t until much later that they returned, when the sun had already left the sky. The huntresses were already tucked up in their burrows, and the grove was near silent.

“I swear, at this point, he’s doing this just to spite her,” Artemis said, her voice the growl of a bear in the dead of night.

Smiling ruefully at her side, Apollo said, “No, yeah, that is exactly what he’s doing. A few months back, she finally came outside again, and he loudly made some snide comment that had her turning around and marching right back inside before she even left her courtyard.” He took a moment to try and smooth out his chiton, which was torn up around the edges and looked slightly singed. Artemis’ clothing was the same. Both twins smelled strongly of lightning, too.

When Apollo failed to fix his clothes, he dropped his hands and sighed. “I just can’t believe he brought up Pallas.”

Artemis nodded with a grimace. “And what he said about her maidenhood?” Deep disgust flashed across her features, and Apollo set a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We should have let her maul him,” Artemis said mournfully.

“Agreed,” Apollo said.

The twins shared a moment of silence before Apollo took a step back. “Well. I better go check on the damage done. See if I can treat ‘Thena’s burns before she goes back into hibernation. And if she’s already in her sadness coma, then I’ll just do it while she’s asleep. If anything, it’s easier that way.”

“Need any help?” Artemis asked.

Apollo shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. “No, I’ve got her. Hera already offered to aid me.”

Artemis’ eyebrows raised in surprise. “Look at you two.”

“I know right? We shall bond over our mutual concern for the owlet.” He smiled softly. “Goodnight, my starry night.”

“Goodnight, my sunny day. If you need me, call upon me again.”

“I will.”

After bumping his forehead with Artemis’, Apollo disappeared in a flash of light.

The moment he was gone, Artemis released a large sigh. She rubbed a tired hand over her face sluggishly.

“You can come out now,” she said. “I know you’re listening.”

Teddi’s head, along with several others, popped out of the hollows in the great tree. Artemis turned to all of them, smiling slightly.

“I can’t possibly blame any of you,” she said. “Is there anything more interesting than the divine drama of the gods? I’m afraid that’s all for tonight, though.”

The audience mostly dispersed, but Teddi climbed down from her hollow to confront Artemis.

“You were talking of Athena?” she asked.

“Indeed,” Artemis answered.

“Is she…alright?”

To that, Artemis hesitated. Then, she beckoned Teddi to follow her away from the prying ears of the huntresses, and Teddi did. Chrysaor flapped after them, while Pegasus remained soundly asleep.

“I don’t know how to answer that, but my best guess is no, she is not alright,” Artemis finally said. “She has not been close to ‘alright’ in quite some time. I haven’t seen her this distraught since Pallas died.”

“Pallas?” Teddi tilted her head.

“Oh, you don’t know? Then again, I’m not surprised that it’s been buried in obscurity. It’s a rather tragic tale,” Artemis said. “Pallas was the daughter of Triton, who was the son of Poseidon, and was Athena’s greatest and closest friend. Those two were like Apollo and I—they practically kin. The Athena with Pallas was much different than the Athena we have now. She was less stressed, less stoic, less—and I mean this in the nicest way possible—uptight. But she was also still very young, even when she was born fully grown. By all accounts, she was a child—or as close to a child she could be considering, again, she was born a fully grown adult. She was an owlet, if you will, as Apollo and I affectionately refer to her as.” She paused for just a moment. “Ah. Do not— do not call her that to her face. She will probably smite you. But Pallas was her childhood friend.” She then laughed as she seemed to recall something. “She couldn’t walk when she was first born.”

“What?” Teddi said.

“You didn’t hear this from me,” Artemis said, “But after springing out from Zeus’ head, donned in full war gear and wielding a spear, she took a long look at all the gods gathered around her, very regal and mature, took one step forward, and WHOMP, fell flat on her face.”

Teddi couldn’t contain her giggles. “Really?”

Laughing, too, Artemis said, “Really! Just picture a baby horse trying to walk for the first time- that was Athena for at least an hour after she was born. Apparently, the heads of baby owls are too heavy for them to hold up, so, naturally, Ares, Apollo, and I kept making jokes about that. All that wisdom was just too heavy for Athena.” She tapped her temple with a chuckle.

“Wait,” Teddi said. “You were around when Athena was born?”

Artemis gave her a confused look. “Yes?”

“Oh,” Teddi said. “I always assumed that—”

“She was the oldest?” Artemis finished, and Teddi nodded. She chuckled again. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. She certainly asserts herself like she is the eldest of our kin. But no, she isn’t. The little owl is actually the third youngest out of the main lot of us, if you will believe it. She’s only older than Hermes and Dionysus. You have no idea how many ‘I cannot believe you are all older than me’ comments I have had to endure from her.” She then waved a hand. “But I’m getting off topic! Back to the matter at hand, Pallas was Athena’s greatest friend, and the two of them were trained in combat by Triton. They were raised beside each other, as close as sisters. And then, without warning, tragedy struck. Pallas was killed at Athena’s hand in an accident during an athletics festival. Stabbed through the stomach with a spear. Athena remained on this beach for several days until Hestia and Demeter, our aunts, came to retrieve her, and they found the same spear impaled through her stomach, like she had tried to make away with herself. When she was brought back to Olympos by the two of them, her gut gouged open and spilling ichor everywhere, Zeus just— he just sneered at her. As though he was more concerned with the pavilion getting dirty from her gore rather than his own daughter being badly injured. And he said, where everyone could hear, that she was acting like a child. He humiliated her. And I suppose Athena took his words to heart because, after she had recovered, she was different. Steely, jaded, calm. Whatever playfulness she had was now locked up somewhere inside of her. And Zeus was so pleased. He now had the perfect dog to lick all over his boots. I’m sure you’ve heard that Athena is his favorite out of all his kids?” When Teddi nodded, Artemis went on, “I do not envy Athena’s status. I would rather live in the shadows than stand in the light if it’s Zeus who casts such a glow. And yet, somehow, with Zeus’ spotlight constantly shining down on her, she’s become a shadow herself. She is constantly thinking, planning, scheming. All of us are, in some way, but she is the only one who acts on it. She is the only one who is constantly at work. She is the only one who takes the consequences. She barely ever stops to rest, and there are times where I don’t see her for an entire year because she’s rushing around all of Greece, aiding mortals in any way she can. And that’s—” She sighed, rubbing her forehead with two fingers, and Teddi could tell this was something she had discussed several times before. “That’s fine. Really, it is. If she finds joy in helping mortals, then who am I to tell her that it’s wrong? The thing is, I don’t think it brings her joy. Not exactly. Maybe it does, sometimes, but I feel like it’s just a way to make ends meet. A way to distract herself. Or maybe it’s just her feeling the constant pressure put upon her by Zeus, so she’s desperately scrambling to try and claw her way up to his unreasonably high expectations for her. She hardly trusts anyone at all, doesn’t talk about her problems, doesn’t even have her mother to turn to because Zeus ate her! Medusa was the first time since Pallas that Athena well and truly settled down enough to make a relationship with someone, and that was taken from her. She’s alone, and that is not a good place to be when you’re immortal and live forever.”

“Because of how lonely it can get?” Teddi said.

“Precisely,” Artemis confirmed. “The novelty wears off after a few decades—and that’s usually before you even reach the centuries. Why do you think I make it to where my huntresses don’t age or can’t die from natural causes? It’s a vain attempt to keep other people around. Because, after they die, there’s a good chance that I will never see them again. And when I saw what Pallas’ death did to Athena, I was afraid of going through the same grief. Unfortunately, not even my divine protections can stop whatever the Fates have in store for my pack. If they are meant to die, then there is nothing I can do about it.”

Chrysaor lifted his snout to nuzzle his nose against one of Artemis’ hands, and Artemis smiled softly, giving him a pat on the head.

“But at least I have them,” Artemis went on. “Athena… Athena doesn’t really have anyone. However…” She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. “I suspect this goes deeper than even Medusa and Pallas.”

“What do you mean?” Teddi questioned, tilting her head.

“Athena has always been walking over hot coals,” Artemis said. “As the years went by, she became more and more frustrated with everything, but especially Zeus. Never had the courage to actually make a stand against him. Until the day Medusa died, of course. I wasn’t present for the battle, but Apollo told me it was terribly destructive. Lightning, fire, ichor spraying everywhere. And after it was over, she went into this ‘dormant mode.’ I think she finally realized the futility of it all. She had spent so long bowing beneath a man who could care less about her, and everyone she has loved has died brutally, so she just…stopped. Now, she just exists in this state of nothingness. And she’s so scared, I think.” She shook her head. “We gods are not good people, Teddi. That much you must understand about us. None of us are good.” She paused. “Well— slight addendum to that, Hestia is good. I don’t think she’s ever done anything bad in her entire life. But aside from her, none of us are good. Our morality is entirely ambiguous and constantly fluctuating, and we only act civil because we choose to, not because we have to. I’m not going to act like I’m innocent. I’ve done terrible things that I am not proud of, and there are even more terrible things that I am proud of. But Athena… Athena, at the very least, tries. She tries to be good. If there is anyone who does not deserve this cruel hand that has been dealt, it is most certainly her. I just hope that, one day, she will learn to forgive herself.”