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crushpunky · 2 days ago

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rafe and kook!reader babysit

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based on this ask <3. includes discussions of wanting kids in the future.

Baby James sat in y/n’s lap, babbling happily as she gnawed on the pieces of the croissant y/n handed to her. It was a beautiful day in Kildare, the sun shining beautifully over the pool deck of the country club. After weeks of begging (mostly on y/n’s part), John B and Sarah had finally let y/n and Rafe watch their daughter James while the two of them spent a much deserved child-free day on the mainland. So, the two of them decided to take James out for a day of fun, starting out at the beach, stopping at the library, before finishing the day by the country club pool.

“I’m honestly impressed with the mess she’s made.” Rafe chuckled as he took a sip of his drink, a smirk on his lips as he watched James smear chocolate on her chubby face. Rafe lounged across from y/n, his tanned skin glistening and gold chain twinkling underneath the sun. Y/n looked down at James, giggling as she peered up at her from beneath her sunhat.

“Did you get any of it in your mouth, huh?” Y/n said sweetly, wiping James’ face with a napkin. After a few more bites, James decided she was finished and opted instead to chew on y/n’s hair.

“Oh you don’t want to eat that. Auntie Y/n doesn’t taste good.” Y/n cooed, taking her hair from the baby’s mouth. James let out a whine, grabbing a handful of y/n’s coverup in her tiny fists.

“Here, I can take her.” Rafe said, getting up from his seat with a groan. He reached over, his eyes meeting with his nieces. Immediately, his usual cocky demeanor melted, a gentle smile spreading across his lips and causing his eyes to crinkle as he lifted James from y/n’s lap. Rafe brought James to his chest, her tiny hands grabbing at Rafe's cheeks. Rafe let out a dramatic groan, which caused James to giggle.

Y/n found herself watching the two of them interacting, a soft smile on her face. The blush in Rafe’s cheeks as well as the sound of James giggles brought an odd stirring in her stomach. This side of Rafe, this gentle, warm demeanor that seemed to show itself more and more each time he spent with James, was one she welcomed. She missed seeing that gentleness he’d forced down for so long, and was happy to see him starting to allow himself to feel that joy once more. After all he’d gone through, after all the things he’d had to fight, she couldn’t be prouder to see him like this.

“Excuse me.” A voice suddenly stole y/n’s attention away from Rafe and James. She whipped her head to the side, revealing the source of the voice to be an elderly woman clad in a giant sunhat and wide rimmed sunglasses.

“I just wanted to say you are such a beautiful little family.” The old lady said, smiling as James waved a small hand at her.

“Oh we’re—” y/n began, but was swiftly cut off.

“Thank you.” Rafe said with a smirk as he bounced James on his knee. “She’s got her mother’s beauty, ain’t that right?”

Rafe tickled at James’ stomach, which caused her to let out an adorable belly laugh. The old lady cooed, giving the baby one last wave before she continued on her way. Y/n immediately turned to Rafe, her eyes wide as Rafe just chuckled.

“You’re crazy.” Y/n huffed, grabbing her book off the table. She tried to focus in on the pages, but found her eyes constantly drifting over to look at the way Rafe reclined back in his seat, his tanned and freckled skin glistening as he attempted to talk with his niece. James grabbed onto Rafe’s hands, her fingers prying at his golden rings as she babbled. After a while she gave up, tossing the book back down on the table before propping an elbow up onto the table. She rested her head in her hand, watching the two of them.

“You ever think about wanting kids?” Y/n blurted out before she could stop herself. Rafe furrowed his brows as he turned to look at her. James continued playing with Rafe’s rings, completely oblivious to the sudden change of mood.

“In the future, obviously.” Y/n continued, biting slightly on her bottom lip. The two of them had had the “future conversation”, but it typically held a certain casualness that didn’t explore the topic as deeply as she was so obviously asking to now. Rafe cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter in his seat.

“I… I don’t know.” Rafe said, running a hand through his buzzcut. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it that much.”

Y/n nodded wordlessly, her eyes falling away from Rafe to look at James once again. She had John B’s sunkissed curls, but her cheeky grin was entirely Sarah’s. She was a beautiful combination of her parents, a physical manifestation of their love.

“What about you?” Rafe asked before he could stop himself. Y/n’s gaze darted back up to meet his, his blue eyes peering into her own intently. She found her mind beginning to drift to those same blue eyes partnered with a head of her own hair babbling from atop Rafe’s lap just as James did.

“Yeah.” Y/n murmured, smiling lightly. “I would like to.”

Rafe swallowed harshly, feeling his heart clench at the thought of a little y/n running around… his stomach churning at the thought of that little y/n not having his eyes.

The two of them sat in a silence, the only sounds the soft lull of the pool and James’ occasional babble.

“I, uh…” Rafe sighed, letting out a bit of a chuckle. “I’d like to think I’d have kids one day, but I’m not sure I’d want to curse some kid with having me as a father.”

Y/n frowned, Rafe turning his attention back to where James sat in his lap. She peered up at him, her eyes wide and full of so much love for her uncle. Rafe brushed a stray curl away from her face, James giving him a toothy grin before she flopped onto his stomach, her tiny arms attempting to give him a hug as she rested against his chest. Rafe smoothed a hand down her back, a small, almost sad smile on his lips.

“James is lucky to have you as an uncle.” Y/n whispered. Rafe swallowed harshly as he continued to look down at his niece as her eyelashes fluttered before closing, drifting off into a peaceful sleep in his arms.

“I think your kids would be lucky to have you as a father, Rafe.” Y/n murmured, to which Rafe’s gaze lifted to meet hers. Her words were so earnest, so honest, Rafe almost felt as if he could cry right here on the pool deck. Years of self doubt— self loathing— made it so any kind words said to him simply bounced off, falling on deaf ears. However, Rafe doubted he would soon forget y/n’s words.

“Your kids would be lucky to have you as a mother.” Rafe said, even though he really wished to say our kids.

#obx #obx au #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x kook!reader #kook!reader

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moon-ttokki-x · 2 days ago

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Heya there 🤠 Hope you're doing well! If it's good with you, can I please request something ispired by this - https://www.tumblr.com/moon-ttokki-x/777609369726681088/ ?

I think all of the guys would always take their 9th member as plus one on those events so... how do you think it would be like to go to events like that with each member?

I hope this isn’t too confusing 😭 I'm not good at writing 😕

i already did chan's ver. so here's the rest of the members hehe . . .

₊✩ ot8!skz x plus one! 9th member reader ✩‧₊

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member!reader

summary: skz find out you're coming with them as plus one to an event.

genre: idol!au, 9th member!au, hints of mutual pining, mentions of eating and drinking, kind of groupmates to lovers thing ig, nervous minho awww, jeongin tries to be cool, changbin's is the sweetest ever. literally just fluffy, like tooth-rot worthy fluff. literally no other warnings i'm pretty sure . . .

a/n: i feel like it's been ages since i wrote smth tbh :/ div by @dollywons

skz masterlist | chan's ver.

Minho who is an absolute gentleman. is rather quiet on the ride there but that's only bc he's a little nervous himself (and also bc he's sitting next to you; do you even know how good you look??). has to stop himself from constantly reaching to hold your hand when you both step out of the car, but he can't resist offering you his arm. he's not one for much physical affection, but there's a small part of him that wants you close. shields you from the cameras if the flashing is making you uncomfortable, and introduces you smoothly to people once you're inside the event. literally stays by your side the whole night, glancing sideways every few minutes to make sure you're okay.

Changbin who is the literal king of comforting you. he knows you're a little apprehensive about attending the event, but he distracts you and makes silly jokes to ease the tension floating around your head. if you're worrying how you look, he'll literally drop to his knees and flatter you. he can't believe you're not sure whether you look good or not; rest assured, he'll be reminding you for the rest of the night. locks his pinky with yours as you both wander throughout the crowds to reassure you. he couldn't be prouder of his little maknae attending their first major event, and makes sure to congratulate you and then treat you to something delicious afterwards.

Hyunjin who insists on wearing matching colours and outfits; throws a playful tantrum when you refuse to let him pick the colour. you both spend almost two hours bickering over what to wear, but he gives in and lets you choose anyway. is almost knocked over by the blinding lights of camera flashes once you two arrive at the event, and he waves people off before turning to check on you. leads you through the crowds with a gentle hand on your lower back, and makes sweet, subtle comments to you throughout the night (in front of and away from people; he couldn't care less if anyone else hears him). you're the most stylish duo at the event that night.

Han who whines about having to go to the event before he finds out you're supposed to go with him. literally shoots out of his chair and insists on getting ready (even though the actual thing isn't supposed to start for at least a few hours). promises to help you with interactions and nods encouragingly when you move to approach people at the event. stands by your side, nodding and gently prompting you to talk, shooting you a cheeky wink when you give him a subtle nod in thanks. normally tries to escape these events early, but stalls for as long as possible (partly because he's actually enjoying himself, and partly because he wants to keep admiring you).

Felix who refuses to leave your side and insists on having some part of his body touch yours as you both watch the event start. whether it's his shoulder brushing yours as he shifts a little, or his hand 'accidentally' skating over your thigh, the comfort is far more enjoyable than this event could ever be. isn't actually as invested in the goings-on of the show like he usually is; all he can think about is you. for once, he's too shy to talk to the other people at the event; he makes a mental note to thank the company once he gets back. he quietly begins planning a way to bring you to these outings more often.

Seungmin who initially rolls his eyes and brushes past you when he finds out you both have to go together; softens up when he sees you all dressed up and even offers you his hand when you get out of the car. is bored, as per usual, but he puts on his most convincing facade and steels himself throughout the night. lightens up a little when you lean across to whisper a snide comment to him, and he throws one right back, trying to fight the slight colour rising on his cheeks. thinks about the proximity to you for the rest of the event, and can't seem to get rid of the strange, warm feeling in his stomach. oh well. must have been something he ate.

Jeongin who immediately puts in 200% effort into trying to impress you. dresses up well and makes himself look amazing, makes sure he smells good, and even practices a few english sentences in the mirror to avoid stuttering like he usually does. in a bid to show off a little, he talks to people he normally wouldn't have and is sick of the english language by the end of the night (though he doesn't complain bc that's not cool). succeeds in his attempts to impress you, and doesn't realise how much he talked until he's called into the office the next day. is confused when he's told that he somehow managed to network with every single person at the event.

a/n: skz just one chance pls take me with you

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emptymanuscript · 3 days ago

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Whaddya mean there are no benefits to being a good person?

Of course there are benefits. There are lots of benefits. There are, on the whole, MORE benefits to being a good person than a bad one.

If you’re good to a specific person, they may (or may not) be happy about that specific interaction. But, more importantly, each interaction shows how you are going to interact.

A good person isn’t made up of one good deed. It’s a global average of activity and interactions from a particular observer’s point of view toward a particular set of criteria.

I might think someone is good while you think they’re a total a*hole. Talking it out might lead to consensus - we each have different observed experiences of the same person. Or it might come out that we judge on completely different criteria. My friends growing up would give people points for religious attendance while I would have given zero points for that in the same period. They could tell me all the church time I missed and it wouldn’t move my needle. On the other hand, how they spend their time there might. I’m going to give a different evaluation to someone who shows up all the time but that’s all they do and someone who only shows up sometimes but makes it a point to help out every time they do. The second, helping out when they show up, counts while showing up wouldn’t.

So it is observer dependent.

That’s some of the real and basic comfort of God. God is an independent observer who sees everything better than anyone else AND saves all reporting until the end. So everyone else has to guess but God knows your true character. So if I think I am a good person, I can always rest on that fact. God will say so. I know because of x, y, and z that I was taught. And that’s how I act. So any other perceptions can be interpreted through that lens. Assuming I believe.

But that principle works even for those of us who aren’t particularly religious or don’t practice a populous faith. We tend to trust that those we know better have a better understanding of our proper moral categorization.

So, when given the choice, who will people associate with?

Right: people will naturally tend to gravitate toward others where you share a mutually high opinion of each other. At which point, what’s the next goal? Keeping that mutual admiration going. Which is why people in groups tend to act similar to each other. It’s recapitulating the positive feedback.

I like you, do you like me?

I do like you, do you still like me?

Well I think blah blah blah.

I like you and you think blah blah blah is good so blah blah blah is probably good and I think I might like to operate as if it is to try it out.

You like blah blah blah, well I knew it was good and I knew you were good so that makes perfect sense.

I do like it and it does make sense because I like you, I am glad you still like me.

Now, I’ve obviously oversimplified this and made it more than a little inane but that’s essentially a huge part of what goes on in overall communication between people. It’s verbal and gestural grooming. We’re in this together. Isn’t that great.

The thing is… it kinda really is.

Grooming is intensely important to social mammals. We talk about the ties that bind, well this is the actual act of tying that bind, that kind of subtle continual recapitulation of the tie. I like us being together, see I’m grooming you, do you like us together? Yes, see, now I am grooming your fur, too. Back and forth. Fairly constantly while everything else is going on.

On the other side is severe detrimental consequences for people who don’t get groomed enough, don’t know how to groom others in a way that gets asked for in order to initiate cycles, and suffer real harm from the isolation.

There’s all sorts of findings around illnesses and lower quality of life associated with that lack of social reciprocity. Lifespans start dropping fast. Someone who loses their main social grooming partners and doesn’t get a new one to take their place has about a two year average before something serious develops. If they’re already not healthy, those two years can be the lifespan.

But remember how people gravitate together. It’s the people who match with mutual admiration in some way.

So, when people are looking for others to add to their social grooming network, who are they going to gravitate toward when there isn’t already an initial pull?

The observed action that matches the seeking observer’s definition of something that they admire.

You like Star Trek? I love Star Trek. If you like Star Trek that probably means that there’s other stuff to like about you. Do you think there’s other stuff to like about me?

That’s the first tug.

But the rub is, until quite recently, things like fandoms were relatively hard to observe. Before 1996, Internet presence, where most of us can find these connections, was rarer than finding someone else who liked Star Trek.

So, what was easy to observe as a connection?

Seeing someone just out and about doing a good deed.

Even better: finding someone who you knew where to find them AND you got the regular experience of seeing them act in a good way. Mutual admiration generally starts with admiration.

One good deed might be meaningless. Everyone has better and worse moments. But regular, reliable patterns of valued behavior? Think about how good it would hear if the person who displayed that, said they liked you. That would really mean something.

Far from having no benefits, that kind of regular goodness - again, defined by the observer - carries the intense potential benefit of attracting people who also define those behaviors as good into your orbit and, from that entry point, into your regular interactions from being good groomers for each other.

This is also why doing good things for the reward is a mixed bag.

If it’s proactive toward the behavior, I want to be like this more because I value this behavior and want more of it in my life. Yeah, fake it till I make it. This is my best behavior but if I keep doing it, it will become my regular behavior and attract people who are like that into my life.

If it’s just putting on the sign because I think the other person will like it but I don’t particularly want to engage in that behavior regularly, then that orbit is going to destabilize fairly quickly as I don’t keep to the behavior I sold myself with. It’s the same issue as borrowing a nicer car for a date. No matter how good that might look at first, in the end, real life has to reengage, and that better car isn’t there anymore. The person I attracted with said car, now not only has to deal with the missing pull of the car but all the push implicated by the act of leading with the car. It’s saying that I value the sign more than the real thing and even the sign holds a different meaning because I was willing to use that sign against the real value of the thing. It means it wasn’t actually good, just a tool to acquire the person by deception. And deception is very rarely perceived as good.

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cressidagrey · 23 hours ago

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I absolutely adore the idea of Max loving up on Isabelle so much because she’s pregnant. And him taking the moment to remember all the things you wrote that led up to them finding out. Especially her bikini not fitting, because I feel like Max is the kind of guy who would shed a few tears when her bump starts to show, and then cry when he feels the baby kick, etc…

I don’t know why, but I was also thinking about the term of endearment “my girl” and how I feel like Max would TOTALLY use that with Isabelle, not necessarily to refer to her with others (though maybe that too because we all know he’s very possessive), but rather with her, when he’s proud of her or something, and busts out the “that’s my girl” or “that’s my baby” and lifts her and spins her around.

I can’t wait for Max and Charles interactions, and I can’t stop thinking about Charles trying to be mad at Max and Max just not taking ANY of it, and immediately shutting him down and going off at him for all the stuff he’s wanted to say for over a year.

I NEED more possessive Max, especially as the Leclercs find out about the relationship, the marriage, and the baby!!!! It would heal me, the sun would come out, my skin would clear!

I absolutely LOVE this — and you're so right, this is so Max coded 🥹 He would be ridiculously soft and emotional once Belle starts showing — the type to just quietly pull her into a hug and press his face against her bump because he's overwhelmed. And then still be the same Max who will stare someone downif they so much as look at her wrong.

And the "my girl" — YES. But also: My wife. I think Max is definitely that kind of guy that says that constantly.

Possessive Max coming out when the truth drops is going to be glorious. You are so feeding my brainworms rn 😭💛

#c answers #white horse

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goodluckchamp · 20 hours ago

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WARM-UP BOYS (18+)

PAIRING: Tashi Duncan x Artashi x Reader WORD COUNT: 2899 CONTENT TAGS: Smut, oral, through the fabric, fingering, jealousy, insecurity, comfort, hotel, diner, date night, kind of toxic if we really think about it but it's okay, girlfriend!Tashi who is happy and safe thanks to lesbianism SUMMARY: Why would you be jealous of two boys who call themselves "Fire and Ice?” Fuck them and their goofy nickname... Who do they think they are? Tashi is your girlfriend. Not theirs.

You’re sitting across from Tashi in a sticky booth, legs brushing under the table, plates of shared fries and milkshakes between you. The two of you managed to slip away after one of her matches. She won, of course— she always wins. And she hides herself well every time, with polite handshakes and assured smiles by the cameras and fans.

But you know Tashi. You see her. She’s completely exhilarated, softened by triumph— in a way she only lets show in front of you. You love her like this— giddy, victorious, satisfied. Grinning at you, hair slightly damp and body still buzzing from the game.

She’s rambling about her third set when she looks past you— and she pauses. You turn around to follow her eyes and— oh. Two boys have walked towards your table, one with dark curls and a strut, and the other, a blonde, softer but still insistent with his pace.

You assume they’re fans. Supporters of the Duncanator, probably. It’s fine. It happens, especially after a match. Sometimes it gets annoying, but it’s fine. You should be proud of her, really. You should be happy to play photographer, if it means they’ll take the damn picture and leave the two of you alone. But the familiar feeling lurches in your chest. It’s fine. It’s fine.

“Tashi—”

“Hey—”

They start at the same time, gawking at Tashi with the typical, captivated look that most boys give her.

“I don’t know if you remember us?”

“Fire and ice.” Tashi nods, giving a short smile.

Oh. Not just fans, then.

Groupies?

You give a subtle look towards Tashi with your eyes, who returns a slight tilt of her head.

“This is Patrick and Art.” She explains. “I met them at the US open last year.”

Ah. Tennis players.

You look back up at them, and the taller one— Patrick— meets your gaze. He’s handsome, annoyingly so, with his curly dark hair ruffled like he’s been constantly running his hands through them. He wears confidence like a jacket and gives you a look over, eventually landing on a smile like you’re nothing worth worrying about.

The other boy— Art— is more vague with himself. Blonde, pale, sharp— eyes flickering over to you with a gentle curiosity— or maybe he’s just wary. The dingy lighting subdues certain angles of his face but it’s not enough to hide the slight clench of his jaw. It soon morphs into a sweet smile that catches you off guard, like he’s never sized you up at all.

Patrick swings first. “Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Tashi smiles. “Girlfriend, actually.”

“Girlfriend?”

They look surprised and you try not to be offended— it’s not like you and Tashi’s relationship is very public. Still, petty pride pricks in your chest, and you meet their shock with a smug little grin.

“We’re actually on a celebratory date, so…” The words roll off your tongue and it gives you a surge of confidence, holding Tashi’s hand from across the table.

“Right.” Art fidgets, like he doesn’t know what to do with this newfound information. “Congratulations on your win, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

They stand around for a little while, waiting for something that Tashi refuses to acknowledge. Eventually, they mutter their goodbyes and leave you to yourselves. There’s a moment of silence as you pick apart the dark feeling curling in your chest.

“Fire and ice?” You hum.

“Their tennis nickname.”

You snort. “Lame.”

You pretend you’re not bothered by the whole interaction, stirring your milkshake, watching the swirl of cream and melted ice cream spin into a mixture of some off-white liquid. You take a sip. It’s warm. Tashi doesn’t miss the way you grimace at the room temperature liquid, focusing on anything but her face.

“Are you jealous?”

You shake your head no. Tashi raises an eyebrow.

You shrug. “Did you sleep with them?”

“No.”

You squint. “But you did something with them.”

Tashi’s quiet for a second, fiddling with the wilting paper straw. “I was invited to their hotel room, and we… got a little drunk.”

Your brain already runs to the worst image— Tashi in some hotel room, bubbly with post-match adrenaline, laughing into Patrick’s neck, touching Art’s hair— all sweat and teenage hormones. You kind of want to throw your milkshake at the wall.

“A handjob? A blowjob?” You lower your voice, leaning across the table. “Did they eat you out?”

“Relax. We kissed. That’s all.” Tashi pushes your head back with one finger, right to your forehead. “You are jealous.”

You sigh dramatically, slumping against your seat. “Why would I be? It’s not like they’re tall, muscular, and super hot.”

“Don’t be jealous.” Tashi steals a wimp fry from your plate, letting the words drag a bit. “They were pretty gay, actually.”

“Not gay enough.” You huff.

You watch as Tashi dusts the salt and greases off her fingers. Fingers that would have touched them. Maybe traced the line down Art’s jaw, or tugged Patrick by his collar. You conjure them up too easily— stomach twisting in an ugly, involuntary way.

Whatever. Tashi is yours. You’ll stop thinking about them eventually.

You’re still thinking about them.

You were thinking about them in the taxi, staring out the window while Tashi tapped through her texts, one leg casually thrown over yours. You were thinking about them in the elevator, when she leaned over to kiss your cheek— too distracted to kiss back properly. You were thinking about them in the hallway, in the room— and you’re still thinking about them when Tashi steps out of the shower, bathrobe loosely tied around her waist. She picks up her phone on the table, scrolling at something while you mope around the room.

“I was thinking we could go early tomorrow, beat the rush at security. We can get breakfast at the terminal.”

“Can you just show me what you did with them?”

Silence.

You swallow. “Please?”

Tashi breathes in your words, eyes locked on yours. You were never good at asking for things. Especially not things like this— like sex. You’ve always been quiet about it. A little unsure. So it amuses her to see such bravery in your words, which shrinks, just a little, under her gaze.

You’re aware of how pathetic this is. Asking your girlfriend to show you what she did with some boys— but the image stays with you. You can’t help it. Not when they understand Tashi’s world. Tennis. They knew what her win today meant. You were just lucky to be there.

Tashi sighs. She drops her phone onto the table. Then, slowly, she takes off her robe, revealing the silk nightgown underneath, green and short, skimming high on her thighs. Your gaze is fixed on her as she walks to the bed, sitting down at the edge of it.

“Come here.” She taps on the spot next to her.

You obey, mattress dipping beneath your weight.

Tashi watches you adjust yourself, knees bent, hands fidgeting in your hands like you’re waiting for instructions. One word and you’d do anything.

So she leans in. She guides the kiss, messy, clinging— all teeth and lips and way too sweet to your liking. You try to focus, but your mind conjures up the boys again. Knowing this is what she was doing to them before she met you, you instinctively reach for her waist, pulling her closer.

But Tashi pulls away.

“That’s it. They didn’t even touch me.” She holds your face. “I watched them make out for a bit, and then I left.”

You’re silent, expecting the jealousy will boil down with her words. But it doesn’t.

So you put your lips against hers again, tongue swirling like you’re searching for residue— as if your mouth can overwrite whatever history she has of them. And Tashi lets you kiss her, lets your hands caress her bare skin— and if she notices your tremor, she does not say anything.

You press kisses down from her neck to her chest, putting just the right amount of pressure to avoid any marks. No one likes the marks. It’s clumsy, excessively eager at first.

Your fingers pull on the straps of her nightgown, letting the top fall to her waist. Tashi exhales, feeling the cool air tickle her exposed form. You never initiate like this. Tashi’s the one who leads. You follow. You always have.

“You’re being insane,” she whispers, eyes heavy-lidded. “You know that, right?”

“I don’t care.” You don’t mean for it to come out so small, broken. “I don’t care, I just— I keep thinking about them. About you with them and not me.”

“Don’t be—”

“Stupid, I know.” You smile. “I’m sorry.”

Tashi watches you for a moment, then she shifts— positioning herself to the middle of the bed, arms falling loose at her sides in a kind of surrender. Like she’s allowing you to have her.

You follow her, landing on your knees, desperate as if she might change her mind. You reach for her and she meets your warmth, two bodies melding together. You’re nothing but earnest— unrestrained hunger in your kisses— and Tashi handles it with amusement, translating all your fervor into the way she touches you back.

“Let me—” you whine against her jaw, clinging to her— “Let me eat you out.”

She laughs in response.

“Please?” Your hand snakes under the silk, finding the waistband of her underwear and tugging on it. “I’ll be good. I’ll make it good.”

Tashi’s lips quirk up on one side, shaking her head— you shouldn’t be so jealous. You shouldn’t have to beg. All she has to do is say a couple words. Let you remember that you already have her.

But because she’s amused, because you’re so pretty like this, she bites her tongue and spreads her legs open, giving you space to lay on your stomach. You immediately press your face between her thighs, impatient—

You’re so fucking pathetic and you don’t even care.

Tashi pushes her gown up to her hips, your face just below the thin fabric of her underwear— sheer, damp, clinging to her shape. You let your mouth hang open, licking her with the slightest pressure. There’s a sharp inhale from Tashi, along with a tiny jerk of her hips, so you do it again, tongue tracing whatever you can reach through the cloth.

Your nose nudges against the silk sticking to her, wet enough that you can feel her warmth through it. You taste the salt-sweetness against your tongue, breathing her in and losing yourself— and Tashi watches you, starving thing, palming the back of your hand with one hand.

“Is this what you needed, baby?” Her nails scratch slow lines on your scalp— rewarding you. “Needed to prove you could make me feel good?”

You whimper in response, pressing closer, mouthing at her through the fabric. Tashi lets it happen for a bit, humming like she’s watching a pet too eager to sit still. But you’re growing more frantic, and she feels it in your hands tightening on her thighs.

“Just— take them off,” she orders, lifting her hips just enough to help you.

You obey, tugging down her underwear, clumsy with just how badly you want her. You toss the panties aside without looking, eyes completely fixed on her bare form. You lean in again, settling small, wet kisses, then longer licks, adding flat, full pressure with your tongue. Tashi responds with a satisfied moan, fingers tangling up in your hair. She’s hot against you, thighs tense and twitching around your head.

You move one hand down, teasing along her entrance, fingertips gathering slick. Tashi bucks into the weak touches, legs tensing tighter like she wants you to trap you there. You circle once, twice, then gently push in, just two fingers at the edge.

“Oh my god,” Tashi chokes, all breath and tears.

The wet warmth against your flesh sends a rush of heat flooding down your stomach— she’s so gorgeous like this, slowly falling back into the sheets, lean arms failing her. You don’t stop lapping at her clit, as you move your fingers in, just a little, feeling her stretch around you— and she curses, hands fisting into the sheets above her.

You keep pressing, nose brushing her as you get more serious, hopelessly uncoordinated but dedicated. It's all starved mouth on soaked skin, messy, practically a worship— tasting her like maybe if you do it right, she’ll forget every other mouth that’s ever been on her.

And as cruel as it may be, Tashi indulges in it.

She knows you could get jealous— sees the way you try to conceal it too, with your tight smile and fidgeting hands, all while glaring at the fans crowding over the Duncanator. It’s obvious how much it eats at you from the inside even within your silence. She knew it’d overflow someday— rabid with your need to belong to her. You’d stay here forever if she told you to.

“Look at you right now,” Tashi groans, words choked up in her throat. “Doing— ah— so good for— me.”

The praise feeds you and you relish it, responding with a proud hum. It vibrates through her and she ruts against your mouth, wanting more, needing more— but she’s never the one to beg. And you’re never the one to make her wait.

You start to thrust your fingers, slow at first, watching the way she adjusts to the length. How her muscles quiver, how her lips open and close like she wants to tell you to go faster— but doesn’t. She swallows her words, letting you choose the pace. You curl your fingers to hit a spot, drawing a noise out of her— and her mouth stays open, breath stuttering with your every movement.

“Yeah, just like that,” Tashi pants. “Fuck— don’t stop. That’s my girl.”

Your chest tightens, heat spreading across your body from your spine. She sees it— the way your rhythm stutters with her praise. Of course she does.

“Mouth— fucking perfect,” she continues, rolling her hips to meet each thrust. “Keep going. Show me who I belong to.”

You groan at her words, speeding up, harder— she’s yours. She belongs to you. She’s letting you have her, letting you ruin her— and for someone like her, someone who’s so used to being in control with her presence itself— it’s the loudest form of the love she knows how to give.

And you take it like a dog, pumping into her as deep as you can, as fast as you can. You don’t even remember when you started grinding against the mattress, shamelessly brushing against the parts that begs for friction.

“I’m close. I’m so fucking close,” Tashi gasps, pressing your closer, holding you in place exactly where she wants you. “You want me to come on your face?”

Stupid, stupid question. You nod frantically against her skin, words turning into whines. Tashi laughs.

The laughter soon morphs into moans, filthy and loud, filling the entirety of the room. She repeats your name, over and over again, like she wants to prove that’s the only thing she cares about, the only thing she knows— and you let her soak your face, your cheeks— hips barely controlled, as if she can’t help herself anymore.

Tashi is fully on her back when she comes, hips bucking as you drag your tongue through her orgasm. Her body jerks through her orgasm, hands gripping the sheets. You don’t stop, finger stroking her through it even when she’s sensitive, choking on incoherent half-pleas for you to slow down.

“Okay, stop— god, (Y/N)—” Her voice cracks, finally forcing herself up to grab your jaw, tilting your head up. “Practice. Tomorrow. I can’t go again.”

You pout, slowing down and peppering kisses, like you’re thanking her for her orgasm. She collapses onto the sheets, letting out a fulfilled sigh and you lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling, lips swollen, chin glistening. Tashi pulls her gown back up and you melt into her side, hugging her closer.

“Still jealous?”

“Hm.” You bury your face in her neck, breath hot against her skin. “I feel better.”

“Well, you just made me forget about everyone except you.” she murmurs. “You’re my girl, yeah?”

You nod without thinking, too fast, and she just laughs again, wrecked and warm.

“You didn’t come, did you?”

You swallow. “No.”

You sit with it for a while, fidgeting against her side. Tashi catches the way your thighs squirm between hers. Eventually, she moves, just a little, letting her hand trail down your stomach, down between your thighs— finding you embarrassingly wet. But your humiliation has never existed, tamed by a throbbing sensation that builds from your core. You lean into her touch— you need her to keep touching you, need her busy. If this slows down, if either of you have time to think, you’d lose the thin, fragile thread holding it all together.

Maybe you don’t feel better after all.

You lurch up to kiss her lips, smothering the awful swell of thoughts rising in your throat. Tashi kisses you back, slow, meeting your desperation without one of her own. It only makes you grip onto her harder, breaking apart in her arms like it's in your nature.

Pathetic. So fucking pathetic.

You come anyway.

Note: Sex as a proving ground for worth... FUCK YEAH !!! I lowkey didn't really know where to take this so it was marinating in my drafts for a while... so enjoy the unedited mess of Tashi Duncan. Happy late lesbian visibility week <3

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ilostthewar · 2 days ago

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More Omega!Soap and Omega!Reader thoughts.

So, everyone knows about heats. I think the pre-heat is just as entertaining. Your body is about to go through this hormone driven, intense metabolic change for multiple days. So clearly, the body has to prepare to ensure it’s not gonna keel over. Soap and Reader have vastly different needs during their pre-heats, and it drives everyone crazy. Especially when your heats start to align.

I imagine Johnny is needier than usual. He wants to be around his mates, wants them in his nest, wants to steal the clothes off their back, wants to spend his time with them. He’s also constantly hungry. He’s a big guy, and he needs the energy. He’s constantly moving, wants to wrestle and play fight. Needs an excuse to be moving. The others can handle this fairly well. You can throw Johnny on a fighting mat and then feed him anything as long as it’s protein heavy, and he’s perfectly content. He’s verbal and often simply goes after what he wants.

Reader’s pre-heat needs are a little more subtle. Lots of rest and naps. Has specific preferences about what they will and won’t eat. Needs more space from the pack and any interaction needs to be on their terms. And your nesting behaviors look different. Less collecting and more organizing. Ensuring everything is where it needs to be. And you make your displeasure known, snipping and baring teeth if the others push too hard. It takes the pack a lot longer to adjust to this Omega’s needs, after having Johnny as their only responsibility.

John can be a bit heavy-handed at first. His brain keeps telling him to keep his omega comfy, so it feels like he’s hovering. But he prides himself on how well he keeps his pack, and he wants to take care of you just as well. And Gaz is similar where he’s trying to figure out what you need, but it leads to him overthinking. Johnny has a habit of bulldozing them, so there isn’t as much guessing involved. Hilariously, Ghost is probably the best at handling you. He’a simply accepted that if you need something, you’ll come around, and he understands needing boundaries on touch. So if you only came over for a brief hug or only want to sit beside him for a few minutes, that’s more than fine with him. He’s not one for midday naps, but he does like that when you want to take one you’ll curl up near him.

The biggest problem is truly between Reader and Johnny. Their opposing wants create a funny situation where Johnny is fucking annoying and Reader is doing their best to kill him. Nests are off limits but everything else is fair game. Soap’s favorite are surprise attacks where he’ll lay his full weight in them or haul Reader off their feet and refuse to let go. It’s a lot of goading on Johnny’s part and hissing and cursing from Reader. Soap likes being an asshole about it sometimes, likes it even more when he gets to pin Reader down.

Gaz is the most frequent one to break up these little fights. Ghost tends to watch and simply finds it amusing, might drag Johnny off if he notices him getting too excited. John has a habit of reteaching Johnny how to be nice to his fellow omegas.

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revcleo · 2 days ago

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There's a large amount of tumblr who definitely have 0 money, but still did donate at the beginning of things, and now definitely don't have the money to donate, but there are plenty of people on tumblr who don't donate as much as they did because the messaging has worn off.

I don't think making people on tumblr all into like, people reposting the messages people are posting here on other sites is going to do anything more than make people think of tumblr as a scam site (even if things are vetted) and like that's basically a fundraising job. I run a smallish mutual aid and that still is a little bit like a job sometimes.

I've seen a good TED talk from a person who does a bunch of fundraising recently which is also useful on the whole guilt based fundraising thing:

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But like I think the ways how people fundraise have to think about these certain things:

If something is ongoing, then treat it as ongoing, don't make it urgent even if it is. There was a lot of initial donation towards people when the genocide started, because people did want to get people out as soon as possible, but no matter how urgent things are in regards to people needing money, if something is urgent every day the message wears off.

Like people at all income levels felt like they were helping initially, but there were plenty of people at the start saying "please don't treat this as a sprint, treat it as a marathon" who got shouted at and told to shut up when like yeah it's a marathon and people will be demoralised who might be able to buy that cup of coffee everyday but now they see the coffee as my little treat which makes me happy when all I see everyday is war crimes and I can't help.

Treat people as intelligent beings. People HATE being advertised to and especially hate being tricked into being advertised to. Asking for donations is a form of advertising, advertising doesn't always mean capitalist fuckery it just means you want eyes on something for a reason.

So like there was a person I knew who was obviously desperate to have more people look at his work, so he would do a poll about a character which was obviously framed in such a way with one very horny answer that it would get people to reblog it. It always felt so slimey and dishonest to me. Like it's not something fun or organic, it's just desperate.

When people make submissions to the mutual aid I run I specifically ask people not to do long posts telling me all about their problems, it's not that I don't care it's that I don't need to care, I need to know their solutions. If they need money to fix their car so they can get to work, then that's what the request is for. It's absolutely useless to make me feel sad at the same time. If there's money in the mutual aid, then we can help, if there's not then we can't. People think you need to make people feel sad in order to get help, you don't. People want to help. The thing which makes people get help isn't how sad they make people, it's luck, if you're seen first then you get helped first. Sometimes constantly making people sad also just makes people not to want to feel sad any more so they won't interact.

Along these lines is that people want to feel like it's optional to donate towards a cause. That's why people call people who try and get you to sign up to charitable causes on the street by approaching you "Chuggers" (charity muggers). It doesn't matter if someone has £5 spare a month to donate to the Dog's Trust they'll put more than that in a cute statue of a dog with a coin slot in the head than they will to someone approaching them with a clipboard.

The whole charity drive thing is great, it can raise loads of money, but the whole thing behind it is community. That's great for raising a lot of money for something which happens once every 6 months. If people need regular help that won't work.

What I would suggest is instead working community in a way that reddit did. I've seen a bunch of things on reddit of people helping each other out with money in interesting ways. There's some which is a very organised informal loan process, but there was one where a whole bunch of people get together and donate $1 all to the same person.

It's community, and it's enough people that it always makes a difference, and it was regular (like once a week) and there were enough people to pick up the slack so not everyone had to do it every week.

I think what would probably be effective is if there was a community and once a week people picked from the list of vetted people, and then everyone donated a little bit. There doesn't have to be only one of those groups either. There could be multiple, but people could just join one and get a sense of community action rather than a sense of individual hopelessness.

I hope this has been useful and not just me looking like I'm complaining rather than trying to make things more helpful towards individuals

ive been trying to look up the research i read a while ago about the negative relationship between fundraising for charitable causes and using guilt- or scolding-based messaging (to wit, that even though we think as humans that logically yelling at or scolding or guilt tripping someone will make them donate more to a charitable cause, that actually making the target audience feel bad causes an aversive response that lowers the amount of money you raise, or causes a "slaughter the sheep" effect where someone donates once but forms no ongoing relationship with the charity and avoids you from then on, both principles being pretty strongly supported in other areas of human behavior research afaik?) because ive been trying to formulate a post about it that is more likely to be received as constructive rather than critical (which it is not meant to be, critical that is), and since corpo scam charities and NGOs (also scams) are mostly the ones doing this research every search result i find about it is marketer nonsense.

however, this post from 2016 which starts out with the marketing expert relating a story of the time he almost killed his childhood friend with a rock is like one of those horrifying reddit posts that get turned into youtube spook compilations, which is SO funny in this context

#also as a note I think that people might find interesting the mutual aid I run has people from a few different countries #and the people who need the most frequent and the most amount of money are typically from the usa #the other people in it are usually from the uk or australia and the people from the usa are actually a minority in the group it's mostly uk #but I think the vast majority of money has gone towards the usa because you folks really aren't having a good time #Youtube

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justmeinadaze · 1 day ago

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Calling All Cars (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: Have I not slept yet, no. Did my managers change my schedule AGAIN from 2 -11 to 8-5, they did indeed. So Ive been living in this angsty universe. Please enjoy and please ignore any typos.

Warnings: Toxic Vampire Steddie & Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, edging, dirty talk, spanking (light), humiliation (they refer to her as a toy and a whore), aftercare

ANGST (because obviously), more details of the boys time in the lab is mentioned (them being forced to be in sunlight, gaslit, and them rebelling by killing some guards), they do gaslit Y/N, she does smack Stevie a few times, they constantly refer to her as something they use, she does have an interaction with her parents, cliffhanger ending.

Yeah, they are bad toxic boys but they do have feelings.

Word Count: 5209

Series Here/ Donate to Me

"Calling all cars, we've got another victim 'Cause my love has become an affliction What did you expect from me? What did you expect from me?

I am not the one that you should blame Take what I left you for the pain And do your best to forget my name."

Eddie lit the end of his cigarette as he leaned back against Steve’s headboard, glancing down at your naked frame that was being obscured by the other boy’s sheets before offering you a puff that you eagerly take.

It had been three months since you found out what happened to the guys and how your parents were involved. You purposely avoided your house as much as you could spending most of your time with either one of them.

Your friends were very concerned as everything about you had gradually changed; your clothes, your hair, your kind demeanor.

“Y/N, stop!”, your best friend screamed at you as you walked down the empty hallway after school.

“What?! What do you want, Mandy!?”

“I want my best friend back! What happened after you left that party, Y/N? Garrett drove you home—”

“No, he didn’t! I don’t know how many times I can say it till you fucking understand. The police believe me.”

“No, they didn’t find any evidence! Just a car and a body of the boy I know I saw you leave with. Add in the fact that he had a crush on you and you’ve been spending way more time with Edward Munson—”

“Oh my god.”, you sigh as you roll your eyes. “So what!? I’m hanging out with Eddie Munson AND Steve Harrington but let’s focus on the boy this town hunted for like they were a posse in a western movie!”

“Y/N, three people died and he almost did to after they found him. SOMETHING happened.”

Smirking, you stalked gradually towards her till you were mere inches from her face.

“Maybe that turns me on about him. The fact that he’s capable of hurting anyone who hurts me…like a friend who keeps butting her nose in my business when she knows NOTHING.”

“Y/N, please… Just tell me what’s going on.”

You heavily exhale as you shake your head and disappear down the hallway.

“Why doesn’t the nicotine hurt you?”, you ask as you pass it back to him. “I mean it’s entering your body, right?”

Eddie shrugs as he inhales and flicks the ash in the nearby ashtray.

“Maybe because I’m not exactly ingesting it. Thankfully for everyone I can smoke because if I couldn’t…oh boy.” You giggle at his joke and he tosses a smile towards Steve who smirks at the sound as he continues to read through your parent’s files that they stole.

As the time passed, they were able to collect more tangible information now that they knew what they were looking for. Judging by the constant grunts of anger, you imagined they weren’t finding much.

“Harrington, I don’t think I saw you read this much in school.”

“Yeah, well, this is something I find interesting so…”

“What’s this one? ‘Today subject B snored in his coma?’” The metalhead chuckled but your sad exhale had his head whipping in your direction. “What?”

“Will you ever tell me what happened? What put you in that coma and gave you these?”, you ask as the pad of your finger traced the scar on his chest.

Both men would never tell you but they loved the way you touched them.

They had spent months being tortured and tossed around, not just by doctors and scientists but Vecna and the bats when they went into the upside down to fight him.

Even after they were done being rough with you, you would wrap your arms around their waist and caress their skin till you fell asleep. Steve would feel your nails run through the hair on his chest and his eyes would close as he absorbed the brief feeling of what a normal relationship would be like.

Eddie would wake up with the strong need for a cigarette before it was replaced with the desire to not disturb your sleeping form as your nose nuzzled into his shoulder behind him and you pulled him closer to your body.

“You don’t want to hear about that, sweetheart.”, he exhaled as he caught your hand and kissed the back of it.

“I want to hear everything.”, you mumble.

“Oh?”, the former jock asked as he turned in the chair at his desk to face you both and began to read in a high pitch voice. “’Spoke with Edward Munson today after the much anticipated sunlight test. He and Steven Harrington were allowed outside today for an hour. After 35 minutes their skin began to ‘burn’ (their words). When the hour ended both were red and their flesh began to decay as if they were third degree burns. Dr. Y/L/N said they seemed delusional and Edward begged ‘for his father to stop hurting him’. Healed after fifteen minutes and a blood iv drip—”

Eddie growled beside you as his angry eyes bore into his friend but as if challenged Steve continued.

“’I asked him why he said that and he said he didn’t remember but documentation from Hawkin’s Police records shows a history of violence—'”

The metalhead swished towards him, tackling him out of the chair and onto the floor.

“Come on, Munson, is that all you got!”, the pretty boy chuckles as they begin to wrestle.

“Why do you have to read my reports?! Read your own personal shit!”

“I don’t know if you heard me but that involved us both, asshole! They locked me outside to in the sun, remember?! I was right there beside you fucking banging on that door trying to bust it down! Screaming for anyone to help us! Of course, they didn’t care. Didn’t even bother to tell us any of their fucking names.”

“’Tests were initiated today on their strength and tempers. Steven Harrington was the hardest to break.’”, you read aloud from his desk chair causing them both to pull apart. “’When his parents were mentioned, little reaction took place. Brought up Dustin Henderson and his blood pressure spiked but no physical reaction. It wasn’t until a woman by the name of Robin Buckley was mentioned. One of the doctors spoke of collecting her to bring her in and Mr. Harrington broke his restraints until he was subdued by security.’”

Steve slowly rose to his feet and sauntered your way, his eyes locked on you as you kept reading.

“’Neither man appear to have any romantic interests contrary to ‘rumors’ of Miss Wheeler. Pressure points for them seem to be Robin Buckley and Wayne Munson. Documenting for future use should anything happen to me.’”

Bending down to find your eyeline, he places his palms on his knees as he searches your features.

“And who is the ��me’ in that sentence?” Blinking back tears, you swallow the pain you’d been avoiding these past few months. “Answer me.”

“My mom.”

“That’s right.”

“May I ask you something?” Neither man responds as they continue to glare your way. “You…you didn’t seek me out to get back at them, did you?”

“If memory serves, sweetheart, YOU came up to ME.”, Eddie answers as he slides on some shorts and bounces back into the bed.

“And I warned you to stay away from us.”

When all you do is nod, Steve abruptly lifts you into his arms making you smile as he tosses you beside his friend and climbs in beside you.

“I, um, I like you a lot…both of you…”

Both men exchange a glance as you cuddle up further into the pretty boys cool but comfortable chest. The metalhead heavily exhales and his friend watches as he curls up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he holds you to him, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder.

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“Y/N, sweetie?” Your head shoots up from your sketchbook at the sound of your teacher’s soft voice. “They need you at the front office. Someone’s here to see you.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know, honey.”, she sighs as she holds up the pass that was handed to her with emphasis.

As you glance across the room towards Eddie, even he seems more alert at the announcement as his head tilts but as you begin to collect your things, you briefly hear him scribble something down on a piece of paper.

You don’t know what possess you to do it, maybe intuition or the new found connection you have with these boys but as you absently reach for one of your books, you knock it to the floor allowing the notes within to scatter with it.

The long-haired boy doesn’t hesitate as he quickly kneels down to help you collect your things and out of the corner of your eye, you see him slide the paper he wrote on into the front cover.

“Thank you.”, you mumble as he firmly nods and watches you take the pass before disappearing out the door.

Pausing in the hallway, you flip his note open and panic subtly flows through you as you read, “Don’t fight him. Go where he asks. You aren’t alone.”

“Hey, baby.” At the sound of the man’s voice, you head snaps towards the office as you come face to face with your father. “I think we need to talk.”

***

Your hands shake in your lap in the back of the SUV but you try to hid it as you hold them together. To your surprise, your dad brings you back to your house and opens the back door for you so you can follow him inside.

Your mom is pacing in the living room but she stops when she sees your face and runs to give you a hug.

“Y/N, we missed you so much! We’re so glad you’re ok.”

Her tone and smile fall when you don’t reciprocate and she slowly backs away as your father gestures towards a chair for you to take a seat.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush, Y/N, and for this to go as smoothly as possible I want clear, concise answers. Am I being understood?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “How much do you know?”

“About Project Sunlight?”, you murmur with contempt. “I know you tortured them and mom gaslit them. I know I was a subject at one point.”

“No, baby, you were—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me! I read dad’s notes from when I was in the hospital!”

“Were we cautious, yes. Were you a subject, no.”, your father responds before his wife can as she starts to lean forward to object. “Would you like to be?”

His callous wording has you blinking back shock as you lean back in your chair.

“Y/N, you have no idea what Edward Munson and Steven Harrington are capable of but I can show you.”

Sliding out of your way, he pushes play with the remote in his hand and both their sullen faces fill the screen of the tv. They appeared incredibly thin but still had some color in their faces as their eyes stared into the void while sitting in what appeared to be a large white empty room.

“Can we get this over with please?! I’m really fucking tired…and I need a smoke.”, Eddie grumbles.

“Shhh… do you hear that?”, Steve whispers as he gets to his feet and heads towards the locked door.

“I’m bringing in anyone who was in the other world so we can run tests on them. Steven and Edward may have been bitten but who knows what else could have been in that place that contaminated the others.”

“I understand, sir. Names of the subjects?”

“Will Byers, Dustin Henderson—”

“No…”

“What?”, Eddie asked as he watched his friend start to panic and pull on the handles in front of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckl—”

“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM!”

The metalhead’s eyes widen in fear as he watches the former jock try to rip the door off its hinges but fails.

“Wayne Munson did come into contact with the gate in his trailer. That’s in the paperwork here. Should we grab him to or?”

Eddie began scrambling around the room while Steve searched for something that would get them out so they could get to their friends and family. The camera angle changes to the corner of the room as both men suddenly stop moving and their heads tilt towards a mirror against the wall.

Their eyes become that black you’ve seen before and you watch in horror as they fly forward, effortlessly crashing through to attack the men on the other side. Camera shots constantly changed to different gun angles as they tried to rein in the beings as they flew and tore people apart with magnificent strength.

Abruptly, you and them were blinded by a bright light as they screamed and fell to the floor as the tape ended.

“Don’t you see, Y/N? We HAD to run all those experiments on them to see what we were dealing with and we were terrified by what we saw. Thankfully your mom’s therapy techniques have kept them from hurting anyone else. We told them this here…” He gestures towards the tv. “…was a rouge outfit and thanked them for saving us. We NEED them to keep believing we are on their side.”

“You…you tortured them…why didn’t you just help them?”

“We tried, baby, we really did.”, you mother replies. “After a while we realized there was no cure for what they were.”

“But we are still learning everything about them. Apparently, they can heal wounds on other people. They can feed without changing the human they are directly feeding from—”

“You’ve been watching me with them…”

“At first, no. I had an inclination after your wound on your neck healed in the hospital. When you didn’t come back home, we sent agents to find you. For the last three months they’ve been keeping an eye on you.”

“Why them and not you?”, you snap. “Too afraid to face the truth?”

“What’s the truth, Y/N? What are you to them?”

“A meal.”, your dad answers your mom’s question. “That’s all you are to them.”

“No. They care about me and I care about them.”

“All they care about is themselves and blood. They will die without it, Y/N. Why do you think everyone else abandoned them? They are not the same boys from before especially Edward Munson. When he died, he came back stronger and from what we can tell his senses are more in tune than Steven’s.”

“If you’ve been watching me for so long then why are you talking to me now?”

“We…we know you’ve become romantically involved. We want you to help us find out more information that we’d never be able to get.”

“Wow.”, you laugh as you rise to your feet. “After everything you just told me and everything I’ve seen about what you two did to them…you really think I’d help you?”

“Y/N, please, you can save so many lives—”

“You could have just asked us directly.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, you jumped as your mom stood up and placed herself beside her husband. “Mr. Y/L/N…Mrs. Y/L/N…or should I say doctors?”

“Edward. Steven. You both have changed.”

“Oh, yeah, we aren’t fucking dying anymore.”, the pretty boy practically hissed. “And thanks to this little exchange here now we know that was always the plan. Do you even know how long we would have suffered before we wasted away?”

Your father shakes his head making them both snicker.

“Thankfully a little angel entered our world and we have absolutely enjoyed corrupting her. The fact that she’s your daughter is just an added bonus really.”

“I thought you said—”, you began before the metalhead cut you off.

“We said we didn’t pursue you but that doesn’t change the fact that part of what gets us off is that we are making the daughter of the man and woman who made our lives hell scream while we fucking use her.”, Eddie replies flatly. “Fuck…I’m getting hard right now thinking about you having to hear feedback from your subordinates about how she moaned our names and how uncomfortable that must have made you.

About as uncomfortable as being force-fed things that make you sick.”

“Or being manipulated to believe you were going to hurt the people we cared about.”, Steve added.

Your palm to his face startled everyone in the room as you slapped him hard with every ounce of energy you could muster.

“You don’t care about fucking anybody! Neither of you do!”

The growl that rumbled from them had your mom starting to step forward to protect you but your father held her back.

Eddie grinned devilishly as he shook his head and held up his index finger.

“Excuse me. We need to have a talk with our toy. It seems she forgot her place.”

With that, he wraps his arms around you, protecting your body as he crashes through the window and flies into the sky with Steve in tow.

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The metalhead lands in a field of tall grass and you stumble out of his grasp on to the ground. Gathering your faculties, you run in what you perceive to be no particular direction, finding a seemingly empty trailer and running inside.

There’s a strong smell of dampness you can’t identify but as you glance towards the ceiling, you see a big hole that is pitch black within. You half expect to see the night sky but when you place yourself under it all you see are vague remnants of a carpet that looks like the one currently under your feet clouded by a darkness that frightens you.

Backing away, you fall into a chair and as you hastily stand back up a framed photo catches your eyes.

A small boy with long hair is in an older man’s arms as he lifts him towards the camera and they both laugh. There’s another picture beside of it of a woman holding that same small child to her chest as she kisses his forehead.

Intrigued, you wonder to the kitchen and find some loose papers on the counter. Flipping it over, a picture of Eddie glared back with his description underneath and above read “Missing Person.”

You wondered further towards the back of the trailer and your jaw dropped slightly as you took in the metalhead’s former room. The door behind you slammed shut making you jump as the man himself folded his arms.

“I think some of the lines in our relationship have been blurred, Y/N. You belong to us. That’s it. That’s all you are. A belonging.”

“And belongings don’t hit.”, Steve growled as he forcefully pushed you onto the bed.

“That’s all I am? That’s all I’ll ever be? So when I said I like you both—”

“I don’t know what you expected, little girl. We told you in the beginning that you were our untapped resource.”

“Why? Why are you like this?! Where is this man?!”, you plead as you hold up his flyer. “Or the man I drew who used to work at Scoops Ahoy who made his best friend laugh?!

“That man is dead, Y/N. He was bitten, torn apart, and then some doctors got ahold of him.”, Eddie hissed as he grabbed the paper and tore it up.

“I don’t think you understand how much your parents and those other doctors destroyed us.”, Steve followed. “I didn’t die like he did but after saving this fucking town I came back to torture…literally!”

“But…but that wasn’t…I’ve been nothing but nice to you…I thought—”

The pretty boy’s hand around your throat cut you off.

“You thought wrong. What? Did you think we would fall in love and run off into the fucking sunset together? Get married and have little babies who snack on their pathetic mother?”

Your heart breaks at his words and they see it as you hunch over and cover your eyes.

“I’m so fucking stupid.”, you murmur before facing them with a look they had never seen from you. “Why…why did you even bother!? You should have just left me alone! I have lost everything because of you!!”

“No, you lost everyone because of you and the choices you made. YOU saved Eddie. YOU came to the store. YOU stayed with us after you found out about mommy and daddy. There wasn’t even a doubt in your mind.”

“I trusted you and what you showed me…”

“Yeah, well, trusting us was your mistake, baby, not ours.”, the metalhead sighs as if annoyed.

Something in your energy changes as you rise from the bed and square your shoulders.

“Your right. I will never make that mistake again.” As you start to walk towards the bedroom door Steve grabs your wrist to pull you back and in return you slap him again. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Where do you think your going?”, he growled.

“Home. My parents may be despicable people but that’s nothing compared to you two and at least there they can keep me safe.”

He tugs you roughly closer to his chest as Eddie steps closer to your sides.

“There’s nowhere you could go, little girl, where we can’t find you.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh? Yet you need to be ‘safe’ from us?”

“Fuck you. Does Robin Buckley know the kind of man you’ve become? What about Wayne Munson? Do they know the monsters you are?”

Steve walks you backwards till your back hits the wall and even then he presses himself against you till your sandwiched between.

“You want to see a monster, Y/N? Say her name again.”

Your body shutters slightly at the drop in his voice as his irises burn into your eyes. His chest rose and fell, pushing against yours as the wind from his nose moved your hair every time he breathed.

It was incredibly subtle; the bulge in his jean lightly touching you.

He was getting off on this; your defiance.

“So…that’s a no…on Robin?”

In one swift action, the former jock grabbed your hair and spun you around, slamming your front half aggressively against the wall. Lifting your skirt, his palm came down hard on your behind causing you to jump and whine.

“We are going to fucking ruin you tonight, you little brat, and when we’re finished you’ll never forget your place again.”

His palm hit you a couple more times in quick succession before he yanked on your hair to guide you back to the bed and push you down on all fours. After ripping off your panties, you felt the wind behind you of Steve ducking down, moaning loudly when his tongue licked through your folds.

“You’re so ungrateful, Y/N. After everything we do for you...”, Eddie growled, throwing his body in front of you as he stroked his cock. “You still forget your place… you’re still…disrespectful…”

You whimpered when the man behind you pulled away and it wouldn’t be the last time that night they left you wanting. Both men used you for what felt like hours, building you up till you were right at the edge before pulling away.

The metalhead was top of you now, pumping his cock deep inside you with his head beside your own till he felt your pussy begin to quiver and he abruptly stopped moving. All three of you were sweaty and panting as Steve folded his fingers against his forehead.

“Please…”, you beg, desperate.

“Who do belong to?”

“You and Steve.”

“That’s right. You’re our little whore.” As he spoke, Eddie began thrusting into you again as your fingers tangled in his hair. “Say it.”

“I’m…I’m your little…little whore.”

“Yeah, you are…Fuck, baby…ours…”, he moaned, not slowing down. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash into you as you screamed his name and he mewled as you lightly tugged his hair. His lips crashed to your own only for a moment as he struggled to keep them connected, his face scrunching in pleasure as he hastily pulled out and rapidly stroked his cock till his release hit tummy.

“You didn’t—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I am.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he climbs off you and is quickly replaced by Steve who collects you in his arms, falling back first against the headboard while adjusting your body to straddle his lap. Taking a hold of his shaft, you slowly sink down onto him eliciting a sexy groan from him as you gradually move your hips.

Your hands cling to his shoulders as his lips attach to your nipple and you can’t help but squeak when one of his fangs drags lightly along the bud.

“That was for fucking hitting me…even though your pussy is telling me—shit—you liked that. Did you, baby?”

“Yes, I liked it.”

“See? We take care of you to.”, he whispers as he meets each one of your bounces with a thrust of his own. “We take care of our things.”

Eddie’s head tilted as your eyes opened at his friend’s words and you hugged his head to your body as he bit into your neck. Your fingers lingered in his sweat soaked hair just as you had down with the metalhead but your bottom lip trembled as you tried to control the tears.

“Like you said, Y/N…Monsters.”

Your eyes closed again as the other boy’s palms gripped your ass, guiding you as his mouth released you, licking your wound, and resting his head against your chest as you held him. You trembled as you came and Steve grunted at the feeling.

“Goddamn it…off, off, off!”, he urged and you slid back to watch him pump his cock roughly till his seed erupted on to his hand and thigh. “Fuck.”

As the metalhead handed the pretty boy a napkin, Steve raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“The water doesn’t work here, remember? No one has lived here in like a year.”

“We could go to the lake. It’s not far from here, right?”

As they spoke, you had tried to suffocate the tears that escape as you reached for a tissue by his bed and cleaned yourself. Something cold tapped your arm and you turned to see Eddie handing you your clothes.

You stared at them as if they were a foreign object and again, he tried to push them towards you. Fury filled you as you took the items, tossed them to the ground, and stomped them with your bare feet as you screamed at the wall. When you finally stopped, they both redressed you themselves as you stood there and allowed it.

Your sad eyes took in the room around you; absorbing all the band posters and D&D campaign memorabilia. By his bed were cassette tapes of bands you very much knew, having listened to them yourself. There was what appeared to be a fantasy book half read along with some more photos that you picked up to examine.

Softly chuckling, you hold up a picture of him with a group of people wearing the same Hellfire shirt as he held up the rock & roll symbol with his tongue sticking out.

“Some days…after school…I could hear you guys yelling and laughing in the theater room…You sounded so…happy.” Your voice cracked on your last word before tossing the images back where you found them. “Do you care about me at all? Even a little?”

Eddie’s chest heaved as he exhaled and stepped towards you to gently kiss your forehead.

“No.”

You nodded but your knees betrayed you as they buckled as Steve quickly caught you and pressed you to his chest.

“Y/N…” You heard it through your pain, a particular tone from him you had been hearing more and more as you got more comfortable together. “Don’t trust your parents… anyone who works for that lab isn’t someone you should trust. They made us…who we are.”

Your head shakes adamantly.

“No. You are the way you are because of yourself. I know those men are still in there.”

“Maybe…or maybe this is who we were always meant to be.”

At the long-haired boy’s words, you start to sob and they both hold you tightly to them until they fall asleep.

As the Hawkins sun begins to rise, you give them one last cursory glance before grabbing your shoes and running out the trailer door.

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“You’re safe here, Y/N, I promise.”, your mom assures as she slides your suitcase and backpack into your new room at the “safehouse” they sped to after you arrived at their front door. “We’ve always had ‘get away’ packs ready just in case and this house is ‘clean’ so they shouldn’t be able to smell us. I’m not even sure they can do that but—”

“Yes, you are. You don’t have to lie to me.”

Sighing, she takes a step towards you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder giving you pause.

“I know you’re angry with me, baby, and you have every right to be but no matter what I’m still your mom and I’m still here for you. Your father and I love you very much.”

“Thank you, mom.”, you whimper as you take a seat on the bed and pull out the sketchbook from your backpack. Flipping through the pages, your heart cracks in half as their images you drew fly past.

Anger and pain fills you as you begin ripping out pages and tearing them in half before tossing them across the room.

“I don’t know about this, honey.”, your mom whispers as she closes her and her husband’s bedroom door and walks over to the desk where he was watching you break down from his laptop monitor that was connected to the many cameras around the house including your room. “She doesn’t seem like them. I mean she came to us in the day time for Christs sake…on FOOT! Those boys couldn’t even handle 30min.”

“Yeah but we won’t know that unless we keep an eye out.”, he replies absently as he continues taking notes before your mother walks over and shuts the laptop closed. “Look, we don’t have any data on what happens when they take blood from a human. We also don’t know how intimacy works, for example, can they get her pregnant? Can they—”

“Ok, ok! I don’t even want to think about that.”

“There’s also a lot of information she can give us. We just have to get her to trust us again.” You father watches as your mom’s head hangs and she takes a seat on the mattress with her arms folded across her chest. “Sweetheart…”, he sighs as he wheels his chair in front of her and grabs her palms. “I know how you feel. We never wanted her to experience any of Hawkins craziness but it is what it is…now we just have to find out what we can to protect her and the rest of the world.”

“Even if that mean doing to her what we did to them?”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that…”

“But if it does?”

Your father tenderly kisses the back of her hands before tugging her onto his lap.

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there.”

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applecidersturniolo · 1 day ago

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rainy days.

( coffee & conversations au.)

in which..record shop!matt and barista!reader have their first real interaction.

you walk into the shop, slightly shaking off the water droplets that have landed on your coat. your nose is filled with the scent of teakwood and vanilla, rubbing the souls of your shoes along the rug you hear the sound of matt rummaging through the boxes, doing his daily stock before you guys open.

“hey matthew,” you hum with a small wave as you make your way to the café section of the small building, “hey y/n,” matt mumbled back, his eyes focused on the task as hand. you shrug off your coat and hang it on one of the hooks, grabbing your apron from the other, you walk behind the counter as you tie the fabric around your waist. at this point, you’re locked in, quick on your feet. the soft hum of the record player that is spinning the ‘sling’ album by clairo fills your ears while you fill the beans to each grinder, add cups to the pile, put more sugar in the containers and add the pour toppers to each and every syrup.

you’re snapped out of your trance when you ear the bell ring, the bell that customers love to slam when business is booming, mostly little kids. but when you turn around you don’t see a impatient old woman who is gonna complain that her coffee is too bitter or a grumpy toddler who can’t keep their hands to themselves, no. you see matt, who has a soft smile on his face as his hip rests against the marble of the counter, “you got any chocolate chip muffins?” he asked drumming his fingers against the hard surface, “i do,” you reply simply, a small smirk on your face as you tug open the small fridge to pull out the prepackaged pastry, you weren’t sure why matt was so obsessed with the goodie, he’d have one before every shift, it wasn’t like it was a fresh and warm baked good, it was a slightly cold prepackaged chocolate chip muffin from a company that you are pretty sure elementary schools order from. you toss the package over to matt and he catches it with ease, “ ‘m gonna have to start charging you, you know? swear your mom is onto us” you giggled, matt smirked as he opened the plastic, “yeah, yeah. what is she gonna do? fire me?” he scoffed.

the day goes on and the rain gets harder, sure, a few customers have strolled in, but not enough to keep you entertained. your eyes wander to the opposite side of the shop where matt stands, he’s behind the cashier counter, his palms against the cold granite as he nods his head at his mothers words,

“i’m just tellin’ you honey, i think it would be a really good thing for you! you could fix this place up f’me..im sure you’d get more customers if you revamp!” mary lou encouraged, matt huffed a breathed and ran his hand through his brown locks, “i don’t know, mom. becoming the owner? that’s a lot of responsibility that i just..i don’t think i’m ready for all that.”

mary lou tilts her head, “well jus’ think about it for me, okay? please”

matt nodded and adjusts his sweater that hung loosely on him, “saw your car in the driveway,” mary added, trying to meet her sons gaze, matt ran a hand over his face, “yeah it um..it wouldn’t start this morning, so i uh, i couldn’t take it to work today” matt cleared his throat, trying not to make it a big deal, even though this is the fifth time this month that his car has taken a shit on him.

“so you walked? in the rain?” mary lou questioned, her hand coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose, “mom, i’m fine,” matt insisted, “i have an umbrella and the house is just down the street, it really isn’t a big deal”

but it was a big deal, it was matt’s breaking point actually because on the way here he had to fight back every little tear he managed to choke up because he was exhausted, he’s tired of doing the same thing every day, tired of shit not working out in his favor, tired of constantly being asked ‘when are you are going back to school?’, tired of his mother’s constant worrying, tired of it all.

the end of the shift came, thank god. it had felt like the slowest day in the world because of the dreary weather. the rain still pattered on the window, you had just finished cleaning the coffee stations and scrubbing off expresso stains from the white mugs that mary insists you keep using, even though you swear that you can still see the almost permanent shadow of purple on the rim of two or three mugs from the elderly lady that always comes in with that deep purple lipstick that is definitely not her color, but who are you to judge? you just shut up and make the coffee.

you hang up your apron and rub your eyes, noticing matt wander around the shelves of records that he has grazed for months. he was getting his daily vinyl, after every shift he would buy a new record and leave the money on the counter for his mom to find in the morning so he wouldn’t mess up the already counted drawer.

“whatcha gonna get today?” you asked as you stepped closer to stand next to him, you can tell it startled him, your presence, the small talk. matt is used to the simple greetings and fairwells you guys shared on the day to day. even though it was just the two of you working in this shop you guys never really made an effort to genuinely talk to each other. but today felt..different.

“um..uh..i was thinkin’ of getting the new malcolm todd album.” matt replied in a monotone voice as his finger tapped on the hard covered record. you nod, “yeah? you listen to him a lot?” you question, matt fiddles with the rings on his fingers aimlessly, almost like he’s trying to come up with a casual reply that’s not just..yeah

matt nods and glances at you, “do you um..listen to him?” he questions. you nod and tilt your head a bit, like you’re debating your answer, “just a few songs though..wouldn’t consider myself a fan or anything but..yeah. he’s good.”

matt picks up the record and fishes in his pocket for the money, stuffing it underneath a mason jar that’s filled with a variety of different colored pens.

your hand seems to tighten on your car keys that rest in your palms as you glance out the open window to see your car, the rain making it look like a melted painting through the glass. you couldn’t help but think of matt walking in this weather, sounds fucking miserable even with an umbrella, you turn back to him, he’s putting on his coat and placing his fitted cap backwards on his head before grabbing the navy blue umbrella that was leaning against an old crate of miscellaneous books, another thing mary insists on keeping around, convincing herself that one day a kid is gonna pick up one of the books from there and it’s gonna some how change their life and they’ll never pick up an electronic device ever again. if only things were that pure and simple.

you get this weird pit in your stomach, like you should say something, and you are never one to ignore a gut feeling.

“let me give you a ride home,” you offer up, the words spilling out of your mouth before you can catch them.

matt looked back at you, his jaw clenched, he’s aware you had over heard his conversation that took place earlier with his mom, the shop was small, you could probably hear the music coming from his headphones if you listen hard enough. his hands stuff in his pockets, eyes shifting from the window, back to you.

“yeah..yeah, okay” he gives in.

the drive is short and quiet, as you pull up to the two story house you notice the car in the driveway, matt’s old two-toned 1968 ford bronco. the same car your dad had when you were a kid, you had always seen it parked in front of the store but seeing it in his driveway for some reason gave a different vibe to it, something personal.

“that’s your car?” it’s a dumb question, of course that’s his car, you know that, he knows you know that. which is why he gives you a soft laugh, “yep..there she is, all fucked up and ugly” matt muttered as his eyes were fixed on the vehicle itself. you couldn’t help but smirk, “you know what’s wrong with it?” you question softly, matt huffs, “more like what isn’t wrong with it,” he pathetically mutters, “i mean there’s fuel in the tank, new oil, i just put in a new fucking transmission i don’t know what else i could do” his frustration is evident, you bite your cheek. you know what you want to respond with but you question if it’s appropriate. “i mean, im almost scared to go to the fucking auto shop because what if they tell me a need a new engine? already need new breaks, know that for sure. and fuck, there’s probably something wrong with the motor, the ac doesn’t work unless i hit the dash hard enough,” matt rambled on and on. you let out a breath, “well, i could always take a look at it,” you hum, matt looks at you like you have three heads, “you know a lot ‘bout cars?” he questions, he didn’t mean to sound shocked because he didn’t want you to think he meant it in a derogatory way. he was shocked because if you were so confident in helping him with his car after he listed all those issues then why aren’t you working as a mechanic or something and not as a barista at a run down record shop that has a coffee bar stuffed into it.

you shrug, “i know a bit,”

matt nods, at this point he is desperate for any kind of help, plus, if you could tell him what is exactly wrong with the hunk of junk then he could go to the automotive store and know exactly what he’s talking about and won’t have to deal with the grimy engineers that always make up a problem to get him to spend more money.

“yeah..yeah. that would be great, really.” matt agrees as he takes off his seat belt, you give him a friendly smile and nod, “does tomorrow work f’you..i mean i wouldn’t mind looking now it’s just the-“ matt cuts you off, “the rain,” he huffs, you nod, “tomorrow is perfect”

you feel relief slide through you, you’re glad he is accepting the help that you’re offering up instead of pushing you away or insisting that he can figure it out himself or he would simply rather drop a grand at the over price auto repair.

“see you tomorrow then,” you reassure with a small smile, matt hums a response and opens the car door, sticking his umbrella out to open it before stepping out, he shuts the door and you turn back to put your car in gear before you hear a soft tap on the passenger window, it’s matt, he’s crouching down, head tilted to the side, you fumble with the buttons on your door to find the passenger side window to roll it down, as the glass slides down the droplets of rain dampen your interior a bit, not enough to soak it, it’ll dry by the time you get home.

“sorry..” matt points to the seat before continuing, “i just..i wanted to tell you thank you, that i appreciate you,” matt nods, you get that warm feeling in your gut as you smile and shake your head a bit, “it’s not problem, really,” you hum, “anything for a friend.”

it’s the first time you said it out-loud, calling him a friend after being merely acquaintances, coworkers, for the past few months. matt is feeling the same warm feeling in his gut. “have a good night, y/n,”

divider creds: @malsmind

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lostpiewrites · 1 day ago

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My Window ? My Heart ! 🩷

Ft : Shidou Ryusei from Blue Lock

a/n : art credit's unknown.it's time for a shy y/n after the bold/courageous ones i have written so far. i have a few requests now but unfortunately i couldn't finish any of them today so , imma use one of my old drabble drafts. Here we gaurr~

synopsis : what happens if you try dating a freaky little soccer boy and he rubs off on you...

You liked to live in shadows. Not because you had some social anxiety or anything that you would like to avoid like a bully or an ex bf. But because you liked your peace and dealing with people constantly meant too much drama to handle for you. Spotlight didn't look like a prize so you didn't see any reason to try being more popular than you are. You had a few close friends that you always hung out with , you were an average smart student , you were beautiful but not too outstanding , you attended a sports club only because your teachers told that it would affect your PE exam notes , you didn't attract any boys to ask you out. Your parents were worried about you , thinking that you were too introverted for your own good. You were just any normal student. Until you weren't...

One day you have asked to go to the toilet in a lesson and when your teacher allowed you , you got out of classroom and rushed to the toilet before you peed your pants. After getting out relaxedly , you heard a frustrated cry. It wasn't your business and you were supposed to go back to your classroom to attend the lesson. But as if you were a main character in a horror film , you felt the need to check the voice and slowly walked to where you have heard it. There was a boy from the second years. Ash-blondish hair with pink ends. Second years called him a pervy soccer freak or a zesty demon. You have heard his name being whispered by almost every girl , "SHIDOU RYUSEI". He was handsome , popular , smart , kind. The student package everybody wanted to be , except for his tendencies to slug people when he is triggered. But there he was sitting on the stairs , struggling to breathe from crying too much. No one , probably not even his closest friends saw him like this. You didn't know what happened to him. You didn't even know what possessed you to go over to talk to him but you went anyways and sat on the stairs beside him , hugging him like a mom or an elder sister.

"It's fine. If anything or anyone makes you cry enough that you can't breathe , they simply aren't worth it."

He was surprised and so he didn't say anything. He hugged you back. Not that you were close or anything , he probably didn't even know your name yet and you probably wouldn't know who he was if he wasn't in the soccer club and had girls always talking about him. But he needed sth , or rather sbd to calm down. He cried , a lot , probably until the end of the period. He felt ashamed that sbd saw him crying but sth told him that he could trust you with his secrets. He wanted to talk it out and now he had you. He explained everything he is going through, through tears. you listened to him, making occasional comments and stating your advices upon the matters. And from that day on , those little secrets you shared helped your friendship grew and it ended up as a relationship.

You grew popular overnight in the school as "the demon's date". He cared enough to understand that you didn't like spotlight but his connections didn't make it easy for you. He had a lot of friends , probably with all the boys of your school. He was constantly getting hit on by girls , even tho they knew he had a gf. And wherever you went together ended up with him being swarmed as the popular guy without giving you two a chance at privacy , in the school or outside at cafés where teens usually hang out.

He was an energetic and loud man. Even tho he respected your "i wanna go home" attitude , he would constantly drag you into things that required people skills , social interacting etc. Would come to your house 3 am only to go out for a snack run. Because that's how he was. He was an over-extrovert and whenever he did sth he enjoyed , he wanted you beside him. But despite everything , you never felt uncomfy beside him. You didn't understand how or why but soon enough you noticed you actually started enjoying crowds. You discovered that being the center of attention actually felt good. Your parents also noticed you coming home later , going to social events more. They were giddy knowing that their girl is "breaking her shell" and would love to meet the person whoever helped her in the process. After a while , you even started to act like him because he rubbed off on you. You would stick your tongue out in selfies , smack his butt when he was walking before you etc. When he noticed those , he never let you live it down.

Today, you wanted to actually surprise him by taking the initiative for the first time and planned a movie night with him at a cinema. You bought the snacks , the tickets , planned everything. And when it was 10 pm and everything was dark , you went to his house. You picked a small stone , one that is deemed small by you only. And tried to throw it to his window to alert him of your presence, just like how he does to you. But due to innocent inexperience , you picked a bigger stone than it's supposed to be and threw it with more force than needed. Ended up breaking his window. He poked his head out of the window to see you standing outside his house with snacks and an adorable "ik i am guilty , i am sorry , this didn't go as i planned " face. He laughed boisterously , making his eyes close shut like half crescents and his head tilt back. You wanting to go out with him but without him having to practically force you ? It was a "hell yeah!" moment for him. He grabbed his jacket and was outside near you in less than 5 mins. He looked up at his window from outside to see the damage and laughed again at your silliness while you blushed in embarrassment. And that night that you took him out for the first time ever , you didn't only break his window but also broke the door to the "permenant people" section of his heart.

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usoinked · 3 days ago

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I have a theory about this faction involving Jimmy but ion know if anyone tryna hear me…imma say it anyways😗…Jimmy might be the fourth man of this faction with Seth and Bron. How does this make sense? Okay let’s start with last year from Bad Blood…that was the only time we really seen Jimmy get that hug and recognization from Roman….only for it to diminish….also Jimmy showing up and helping Roman even though he along with Jey have been in situations countless times where Roman never came to there aid because he just wasn’t at work that day or off doing who knows what.

So let’s start off with the baseline right, Solo Jimmy and Jey were all traumatized during the bloodline. Solo was isolated and emotionally manipulated, Jey was physically, mentally, and emotionally abused just as well as Jimmy.

But their trauma took them on different paths! Solo becoming the tribal chief (being a mirror image to Roman), Jey overcoming the odds of being told he was worth nothing and becoming world heavyweight champ….but Jimmy…what about Jimmy…all that has come out of it was Big Jim. He was MVP of the Wargames match, has had multiple matches on Smackdown but only won like one or two (If I’m remembering correctly), but has not held any type of championship other than tag team gold while his younger twin has held IC and now world heavyweight (only one belt away from grandslam WHOO!) and Solo has at least held the North American championship from NXT, but for Jimmy nothing and right now he’s kind of in the background…not really seen. But even with the bloodline…we see Jimmy constantly be skipped over, for Jey and Solo. Jimmy was always the second option…or no option at all. What does that lead to….ABANDONMENT ISSUES ladies and gentlemen. Even as a heel, Roman picked Solo to be next in line instead of him, remember how he looked so happy only to be let down when Roman picked Solo. Levels to this.

But going forward and speaking of Wargames…remember who Jimmy talked to when trying to find a partner? Bron Breaker…Mind YOU this was the same person who took the title off Jey due to the New Bloodline trying to “help” Jey. But even still…THIS IS YOUR BROTHER’S OPP😭 anyway. Everyone’s mind immediately went to him talking to him about joining their team but not me…I always wondered what he was talking to him about, like what reason do you have to go to Bron?

But also notice while the Wargames team was forming together…Jimmy and Paul seemed to have…this sus interaction after his return. Paul winking at him and Jimmy nodding….when I first seen this I was like “what do y’all two have going on over there?” Mind you…we got a Jimmy heel run…but it wasn’t serious…and we KNOW Jimmy can be serious and that he’s not dumb at all. Constantly being picked over, abandoned, watching others around you be successful and get that recognition but all you get is a new name is…gonna get frustrating after a while. And to add onto that, no one takes Jimmy serious already and we see how even the fans skip over Jimmy….surely this can’t be done on purpose right?

But how would Jimmy of all people pull something like this off? We’ve seen Jimmy Jey Sami and Solo all have conversations with Seth. And Seth has even said Jimmy Jey and Sami are his friends. We seen what happened with Sami and Jey on Monday…but I have a feeling that Sami isn’t the only one that’s about to turn on Jey. Jimmy is going to turn too. Now will he go directly after Jey right now, I don’t think so. I think this turn could be more centered towards Roman for his constant abandonment to Jimmy and we see how the trauma has affected Jimmy in FULL FORCE. We know that Jimmy Uso has abandonment issues, Roman choosing Solo over him, his own twin choosing Sami over him, and Jimmy taking matters into his own hands to kick Jey in the face so he couldn’t leave him (he literally pushed him away out of fear he would get the title and leave him…again).

Soooo what does Jimmy do? He talks to Paul behind the scenes to come up with this plan possibly involving Seth and Bron in getting Roman to lose everything. Seth called Roman a tyrant (the tyrant he created mind you 🙄) so why would he pass up any opportunity to make Roman Reigns suffer? Plus in return it also helps put Jimmy in that light he hasn’t gotten, with Roman’s #1 OPP seeing what Roman doesn’t see in Jimmy. Not only was it easier because Punk was in the mix too, but Seth knew to take advantage of the one thing that both Punk and Roman had in common, Paul Heyman. (Paul being Punk’s best friend and Paul being Roman’s wiseman for 4 years). The last thing Roman lost that he did have, was his wiseman. Roman now has no one because the bloodline has disbanded and everyone has gone their separate ways. (Punk doesn’t really count 😭)

This is literally the humbling of Roman Reigns. I think what we could be seeing now is Jimmy’s side of things because the LAST person Roman would expect to be behind this is Jimmy. Someone who has always been loyal to him (except when he kicked him in the face but then went right back to him because he was afraid of being alone), but from Bad Blood to Wargames and a bit after (Tribal Combat on Netflix), Jimmy was there to defend Roman and be there when he needed him. We even seen in the tribal combat match, Solo VENTING his trauma to Roman as he’s hitting him. But with Jimmy, he’s never let out his frustration…like at all. While THAT is going on over there mind you (between Roman, Seth, Bron, Paul, and Punk), Jimmy is happily celebrating with Jey and Sami because the chips are falling into place. But with Jey about to be dealing with Sami soon and possibly Bron if he goes after Jey’s title, Jimmy can slip right into that faction. And I think IF HE IS the fourth member, he would reveal himself somewhere in between Sami and Bron’s feuds with Jey. Like the person you’re NOT paying attention to is the one you really should be watching out for. But this time it STILL wouldn’t be about hurting Jey, it would be about simply showing Roman that he really is nobody’s bitch. 😗

#wwe #roman reigns #jimmy uso #jey uso #sami uso #sami zayn #wwe fandom #seth rollins #cm punk #theory #the og bloodline #monday night raw #bron breakker #paul heyman

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misterbenzadrine · 2 days ago

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demetri ships as my fav spiderman ships

me procrastinating everything and anything: you know what tumblr really needs? more of my ck x spiderman bs...

but actually this really is just me rambling

also these don't necessarily take place in the same universe, bc the dynamics wouldn't make sense together, so definitely don't think too hard about it like i am, this is just fun

parksborn - hawkmetri

childhood bffs to enemies to lovers

huge identity changes they both have to adjust to

original recipe, i mean does a spiderman/demetri queer ship get more classic than this?

also already covered this whole au so yeah, i've thought a lot about this one in particular

eli found out about his secret identity after trying to kill spider-man the first time, he tried three times before realizing his childhood best friend was more important than getting revenge on spider-man

interwebs - sametri (platonic)

demetri would be more like ned but shhhhh

basically just a really strong sibling dynamic, sam is his guy in the chair

"okay don't go near mason ave, it's crawling with vulture's goons...DEMETRI WHY ARE YOU HEADING IN THAT DIRECTION?"

"wha- you said to go to mason ave!"

"I SAID DON'T-"

she worries about him a lot but she can't do much since she doesn't have powers. what she can do is help demetri by clearing away civilians when he's in the middle of a fight and help him do research on his enemies (which he constantly worries about bc he knows it could put a target on her back but he does as much as he can to keep her away from danger)

she found out his secret identity early on when she went to his house to check on him after a fight with kyler (that he shockingly won) and he entered his bedroom in his full spidey suit without seeing her

his mom walked in after he took off the suit, which led to a really awkward conversation and an even more awkward running joke ("people like spiderman can only do so much to protect us if we aren't careful ourselves...like a condom. which i hope is a familiar friend between you and that samantha girl." "oh my god mom, i've told you A MILLION TIMES nothing is going on between me and sam!" "i'm just saying, you can do what you want, as long as you don't make me a young grandmother-" "MOM STOP-")

being spiderman's best friend isn't something sam thinks about too much, he's still just demetri, her awkwardly tall and skinny younger brother

spideypool - robmetri

coworkers to lovers

opposites attract dynamic

"i don't agree with ur methods but we're working together against a common enemy"

not really enemies, not really friends, but a secret third thing (LOVERS)

tbh demetri would be more deadpool than robby but for pairings sake, this works

imagining robby being like a lone rebel, more vigilante/anti-hero than spiderman (obvi) and meeting demetri and being like "woah ur so silly, i like you, have a cupcake" and demetri stressing like "no you can't just kill these guys, they have families- PUT HIM DOWN! NO, I MEANT GENTLY!"

robby does know his secret identity but he prefers to interact with him in the suit (it's due to both of their slight insecurities in how they look, despite the other very much not caring what they look like)

spideytorch - migmetri

friends to lovers

miguel/johnny having that ladies' man swagger and demetri/peter being a flustered mess over it

miguel helping demetri in a few battles and flying away with a heart fire trail behind him every time

just an overall really sweet flirty ship

miguel doesn't know his secret identity at first. one day, demetri loses his suit and needs to borrow a fantastic four suit until he can get his own suit back. miguel finds his spider suit and brings it to him but holds it back to flirtingly ask what he looks like with nothing on. demetri rolls his eyes and takes off his makeshift mask (a paper bag).

"there, that's all you're getting, fire boy, can you give me my suit back now?...why are you staring at me like that?"

"...you're really cute."

"no i'm not- look, just give me my suit. i have to get back on patrol."

"i think i'm just gonna burn this suit actually. i don't want you covering that pretty little face again."

"miguel don't you DARE-"

petermj/spidercat - yasmetri

petermj bc this is the classic classic, i will find you in every universe, strings of fate soulmate deal

spidercat bc yas 100% is a vigilante/anti-hero that likes to mess with demetri's head by committing crimes and then helping him solve some

either she's his forever soulmate or she's a little menace that wreaks havoc on his life, there's no in-between

she doesn't know his secret identity, nor does he know hers, she prefers it that way, makes it more exciting. he doesn't though.

"you're always around this neighborhood, is this where you live?"

"nice try, spider-boy. i'm not that dumb."

"do you at least go to school around here?"

"focus up, arachnid. we're supposed to be keeping an eye out for kravinoff."

"maybe i can tell you some of my favorite stores and you can tell me if you like them too, even if you robbed them."

"i've robbed stores all across the coast, that won't tell you anything."

"a favorite restaurant then?"

spideymoon - axelmetri

I just think it'd be funny for demetri and axel's dynamic to carry over into spiderman universe, just demetri being like "how and why is this guy shifting suits mid-fight? and why does he always switch his accent?" and just wanting to know what his origin story could possibly be, what his powers are related to, what his superhero name is, what his motives are, etc.

he just has a really gross curiosity about what any of what he does even means and axel is just like "idk i'm on my own mission rn lol"

they don't know each other's secret identities

(also unrelated but THE HEADBAND MATCHING MOONKNIGHT'S LOGO DKJKJKKLS)

spiderelsa - kwonmetri