#it lost all charm when i found out 😔

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that sillygoofy dunkin donuts ben affleck photoset going around is for an ad btw. if you look closely you can see his deceptively twisted ankle and relatable iced coffee are actually camouflage evolved to lure prey in, much like the angler fish and various ant-mimicking aphids. this is called aggressive mimicry

[artyandink]

You should definitely do an imagine of Jensen's characters reacting to stretch marks!! I need that 😜😔

nature’s beauty

SUMMARY: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?

TW: Body image, issues with stretch marks— but they’re normal girlies, I have them too, Jensen’s characters being normal about it cause yeah, mild angst, mild smut, mentions of sex, making out, spice

SONG INSPO: Golden Hour by JVKE, Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

DEAN WINCHESTER

Dean kissed down your body, undoing your jeans and pushing them down. He had you on your back in his bed, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he marked your skin like the possessive son of a bitch he was, taking your panties with them. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.”

Dean was the type of guy to hit on every girl he saw, but that’s cause he found them beautiful. Shape or size. Then he met you, and he kept coming back for more and eventually made you his girlfriend after being a charming son of a bitch instead. He normally kissed every dip and curve he found, but today, you pressed your thighs together.

Not in a sexy way. You’d closed your legs. That was a problem— were you ok? You weren’t hurt, right? Or maybe you were on your period, but he didn’t see a pad on your panties and your cycle would be coming way too early— better to ask you.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked you, lifting his head up and sitting back on his heels, and you were turned on by the sight of his freckled, muscled upper body but also scared he’d get turned off by seeing the stretch marks that had appeared on your stomach and upper thighs. Well, not so much appeared, but you figured you lost some weight.

You nodded, trying to not look at the very obvious stretch marks and play your crippling insecurity off at the same time. “Yeah, I’m good.”

But Dean’s eyes followed yours, and they landed on the stretch marks, and his thumbs immediately moved to trace them. “Darlin’, you can’t seriously think I’m gonna mind these.��� Then he saw the embarrassed look on your face, and he kissed down your stretch marks, which surprised you. “God, I love ‘em. It’s nature, baby. Shows you’re a damn beautiful woman with damn beautiful normal things. And guess what?”

He climbed back up until your face was level with his, and he gave you a kiss that blew your mind, took your breath away. “You’ve earned yourself a first class, five star worshipping.”

Your eyes widened, knowing what that meant. “Wait, Dean—”

Your legs went over his shoulders, a wicked grin on his face. “Can’t have my gorgeous girl feelin’ insecure, hm? So you’re gonna feel good. All. Night. Long.”

BEN

You’d just come off the effects of giving birth, and man, when Ben realised that one, you had his kid and two, you were ready to get fucked into oblivion again, he was ecstatic. You’d had a baby girl, Austin, named after the city (“Austin? What the fuck kinda name is— wait, that’s actually perfect.”) and she quickly became a daddy’s girl, as Ben promised you she would as soon as he held the baby in his gigantic hands.

But then there came the problem of stretch marks.

Your belly had, in your words, ‘deflated’, but now you were left with the horror of stretch marks, which kind of made you think. What would Ben say? He loved his women ripe and pretty and perfect, what would he say if he saw those marks on your skin?

You found out when you were standing shirtless in your bedroom, inspecting the marks when Ben stepped in, and his libido fired up the moment he saw you standing with only your bra on. That’d be torn off in a few moments, he was sure.

“Hello, sexy mama.” He grinned wolfishly, stepping behind you, dropping his lips to your neck as his hands rubbed over the stomach that held his kid. “Don’t know about you, but I’m lookin’ to pamper my gorgeous wife and the mother of my kid. Gonna make you come so many times, I swear to God.”

But when you stopped his hand from going down the front of your pants, he raised his eyebrows. Not the time? Or… did someone hurt you?

“Sweetcheeks, did something happen?” He asked, his brow now furrowing. Ben was an impatient man. “I swear, baby girl, you tell the name of the motherfucker who hurt you and I’ll-”

“You don’t see them?” You asked in confusion, and his eyes travelled around the room and then back to you in mirrored emotion. See what? What the fuck was he supposed to see?

Ben chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Did you get into my weed? Are you high, gorgeous?”

“No, I’m not high.” You smiled despite yourself, and gestured down to your stomach, rubbing over the marks. “These. You don’t… see them? You don’t care?”

Ben scoffed, his hand resting over yours to stop them from moving. “Why the fuck should I care when this is proof that you carried our kid? Shit, darlin’, you did that for nine months. If anything, that’s a mark of a damn strong woman, and that? It turns me on. Gets me going.” A kiss to your neck. “Gets me rock hard.” Another kiss, pressing himself fully against your back so you could feel it. “Ain’t no life in which you won’t turn me on, babydoll.”

It brought a smile to your face.

“Now, you’re gonna sit pretty, and I’m gonna fuck this crap out of that gorgeous little head’a yours.”

Shit.

BEAU ARLEN

“H-Hey, Beau, c’mon, that tickles!” You were lying on your back on the bed, your shirt pushed up while Beau kissed over your stretch marks, beard tickling your skin while his hands held your hips in place.

But the Texan cowboy looked up with a shit-eating grin, pressing another kiss to another mark. “You’re the one who felt insecure about this, darlin’. I’ve gotta give it some good old Texan lovin’, so you brought this on yourself.”

He continued kissing over them, fingers tracing them while you couldn’t help but giggle and squirm, but also feel reassured. “Come on, handsome, I get the point.”

Beau still gave you an indignant look paired with a smirk— the stubborn bastard. “No can do, gorgeous. Can’t tear myself away from these. It’s like they’re magnetic.” He continued pressing kisses to them, chuckling under his breath.

His hands kneaded your hips, then rubbed comfortingly up and down your sides, humming at every press of his lips to your stretch marks as if he belonged there.

Beau kissed up your body, then nuzzled his nose against yours before pressing a slow kiss to your lips, covering your hand that came up to cup his cheek, your giggles dissolving into an identical hum. His lips were soft, and they felt like home. He was your home.

When he pulled back, Beau took your hand in his and pressed kisses to your knuckles this time, then every finger.

“I love every inch’a you, sugar.” He rumbled with a loving smile, brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t you ever forget that, y’hear me?”

CJ BRAXTON

You and CJ were cuddling on the pull-out couch in your co-ed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck while his arms were around you like a koala. His hand rubbed up and down your side over your shirt, fingers lightly brushing your skin and tracing patterns.

It was no secret to anyone that CJ adored you so much it could give him a cavity with how sweet he was on you. He kept on looking down at you, a small smile on his face while he thought of how much of a lucky bastard he was.

His hand slipped under your shirt, not to initiate anything like sex but to just feel you closer, but his fingers brushed your stretch marks and he instantly felt your hand take his wrist, stopping him. That set him off into a world of worry.

“Woah, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, frowning as his eyes abandoned the movie, instantly locking on you. “Everything ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, it’s fine, just don’t wanna be touched there.” You murmured, kissing his cheek, but he didn’t believe that. His hand slowly lifted up your shirt, watching you for any signs of extreme discomfort, or even slight. But you didn’t stop him, so when he saw your stretch marks, he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

“Hey, there, beautiful.” He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over them. “Where have you been hiding?”

Wait, what? He didn’t mind?

“You don’t- you’re not grossed out, or you don’t hate them?” You asked, severely confused but hopeful. And slightly embarrassed that you immediately expected him to hate them.

CJ’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, and he kissed your forehead. “Being grossed out by these is like being grossed out when you get your period, and I love you even more when you’re on your period. I get to cuddle with you and love you. This right here just gives me an extra opportunity to show you how beautiful you are. These are normal. It’s a natural process, and I’m a nature guy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned, kissing you briefly but sweetly, and it melted all your nerves. He was controversially perfect, you thought, and that made you love him even more.

Damn him.

“Thank you.” You sighed, cupping his cheek. He responded with a smile and kissed the inside of your wrist, rubbing the marks on your skin with a grin on your face.

CJ looked down to the stretch marks, kissing you deeply. “Don’t you ever think anything about you makes you less than.” He murmured against your lips, hand coming up to cup your chin.

ALEC MCDOWELL

Alec McDowell, a cocky-ass son of a bitch. He knew it, everyone knew it, and he did well to remind everyone of it whenever he opened his goddamn mouth. However, he was your cocky-ass son of a bitch, because he was your boyfriend.

As he was a transgenic and you were a human, he’d heard of stretch marks but never seen them on a person because transgenics didn’t have bodily imperfections. It was practically impossible. So when you opened up to him about your insecurities about them, well, he was more than willing to comfort you even if he was inwardly confused as fuck.

You were beautiful. What was this nonsense?

“I don’t see anything that ain’t beautiful, if that’s what you’re asking.” He shrugged, being a little shit and acting as if your stretch marks didn’t exist. “In fact, I see some gorgeous tiger stripes. Absolutely stunning.”

The comparison had you chucking a throw pillow to him, which he caught, obviously. “Alec!”

Alec gave you a grin, setting the pillow aside and catching another one. “What, you’re telling me those things don’t look like tiger stripes? Come on, dollface. Be entirely honest.” He pointed at the stretch marks with a sexy smirk that would’ve had your knees weak not for the situation. “Tiger. Stripes. Cause you’re fierce. Majestic.”

“You’re actually crazy.” Despite yourself, you were grinning like a lovesick idiot.

“Crazy for you, baby.” He replied with a wink, setting the pillow aside before reaching the bed with his advanced speed, beginning to kiss your neck. “Now, about that body of yours…”

JASON TEAGUE

“Wait- hold on for a moment.” Jason raised an eyebrow, pulling back from kissing you senseless on your bed. “You saying ‘I wanna show you something’ wasn’t code for sex? Baby, we gotta make signals more clear.”

You lifted your shirt, showing Jason the marks around your stomach. His eyebrows raised slightly at them, and you bit your lip. “Is this ok with you?”

Is this ok?

Is this ok?

“Should it not be?” He raised his eyebrow with a small smile. “I’m not fazed by these, sweetheart. In fact, the fact that you have normal bodily reactions, that makes you more gorgeous to me. In fact, the knowledge that you breathe turns me on, because it’s normal.” You could practically taste the amusement in his words, and you swatted his shoulder with a laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” You pouted, and he let out a small ‘aww’ and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. “I get it.”

Jason hummed, cupping your chin so he could turn it for a slow kiss. “Look, I’m gonna revert back to… seventh grade. I think. And I have no shame in it, especially not when I say that I think you’re really pretty. And I think you’re smart, and funny, and you have a killer body - that’s not seventh grade - but my point is that nothing about that bothers me. Ok? So don’t let it bother you, I don’t love you any less.”

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[falafelluva]

Hii. Love your stories! Was thinking about maybe kenan meeting a girl and them being friends but he has a raging crush on her and just fluff and him being all shy around her.

; ��𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: the req

warnings: nothing basically?😔

author’s note: me when, this is so rushed cuz tell me why my mom randomly tells me that my neighbor (who has Alzheimer’s) lost his dog and now we have to go look for it cuz we feel bad 😔🙏

It was one of those crisp autumn evenings when the leaves turned shades of orange and gold, and the air was filled with laughter and warmth.

You were at a gathering organized by a mutual friend, a cozy get-together meant for catching up and enjoying the last of the warm weather.

The house was alive with chatter, music softly playing in the background, and the enticing aroma of food wafting from the kitchen. As you mingled with the crowd, you caught glimpses of Kenan across the room.

He was sitting on the couch, surrounded by a few friends, his easy smile lighting up his face. He had always been a part of your extended friend group, but tonight, there was something different about him.

You noticed how his laughter seemed a little more genuine, how his eyes sparkled when he caught sight of you.

You couldn’t deny that Kenan was attractive. With his tousled light but dark hair and bright eyes, he had a youthful charm that was hard to resist. But it was more than that; it was the way he carried himself—a mixture of confidence and shyness that made him even more intriguing.

There was a magnetism about him that drew you in, and you felt an undeniable pull to know him better.

After a while, you found yourself wandering over to where Kenan sat, a nervous flutter in your stomach as you approached.

“Hey, Kenan!” you greeted, flashing him a warm smile. “What are you up to?”

He looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to a wide grin. “Oh, hey. Not much, just hanging out,” he replied, his voice slightly shaky as he brushed a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool.

You could see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks, and it made your heart race a little.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, taking a seat beside him. The moment felt electric, and you couldn’t help but feel a spark of connection.

“Sure! I mean, yeah, of course!” he stammered, sounding more excited than he intended. He shifted slightly, trying to compose himself, and you couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked when he was flustered.

As the evening progressed, you both chatted about everything and anything. Kenan was funny and charming, his shy demeanor gradually melting away as he grew more comfortable around you.

You found yourself laughing at his jokes, hanging on every word he said, and it felt easy—like you had known each other for much longer than just a few casual encounters.

“So, how’s football going?” you asked, genuinely curious about his passion.

He lit up at the question, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s going great! We’ve been training hard, and I think the team has a good shot this season,” he replied, his excitement palpable.

“But honestly, I get super nervous before games. I just hope I can keep up my performance.”

You nodded, impressed by his dedication. “I’m sure you will. You’ve got the talent and the determination,” you encouraged, sensing his passion for the sport. “I’d love to come watch a game sometime.”

His face lit up at your words, a hint of surprise crossing his features. “Really? You’d come? That would be amazing!”

“Of course! I’d love to support you,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the thought of cheering him on from the stands.

Throughout the night, you caught Kenan stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. His friends teased him about something, and you noticed him blushing deeply, a shy smile spreading across his face whenever he met your gaze.

At one point, you excused yourself to grab a drink from the kitchen. As you poured yourself some lemonade, you heard a soft voice behind you.

“Hey, can I help you with that?”

It was Kenan, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, a hint of nervousness in his posture.

“Sure, thanks!” you said, smiling at him as he stepped closer. He grabbed a cup and filled it, the two of you standing there in comfortable silence for a moment.

The atmosphere was charged, and you could feel the tension between you, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

“Do you… um, like it here?” he asked, breaking the silence, his eyes darting away for a moment.

“I think it’s great! I love getting to see everyone. How about you?” you replied, leaning against the counter, intrigued by his sudden shyness.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit you had come to find endearing. “It’s fun, but I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You make it better.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Really? That’s sweet of you to say,” you said, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

“I’m glad to be here too.”

As the evening wore on, you both found yourselves gravitating toward each other. Kenan was still shy, but with each shared laugh and glance, you could see him slowly opening up.

He had a warmth about him that drew you in, and you couldn’t help but feel the chemistry between you grow stronger.

At one point, as the group gathered around to play a game, Kenan ended up sitting right next to you. The closeness made him fidget slightly, his knee brushing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it made your pulse quicken.

“Hey, Kenan,” you said, nudging him playfully. “You alright? You seem a bit tense.”

He chuckled nervously, looking down at his hands. “Yeah, just, um… I don’t want to embarrass myself,” he admitted, glancing up at you.

“You won’t! Just be yourself. I promise we’re all just having fun,” you encouraged, giving him an assuring smile.

The game began, and as you all laughed and played, you found yourself stealing glances at Kenan.

He was animated when he got excited about the game, his shy exterior melting away, revealing a side of him that was fun-loving and energetic.

As the night came to an end, you felt a mix of excitement and disappointment. You had enjoyed every moment spent with him and couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special between you.

As everyone started to leave, Kenan lingered a bit longer, shuffling his feet as he glanced at you. “So, um… can I uhhh, like, get your number?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You felt a smile spread across your face. “Of course! I’d love that,” you replied, quickly giving him your phone.

He entered your number with a grin, a hint of bashfulness still hanging in the air. “I’ll text you! Maybe we can hang out… just us?” His voice was tentative, but the excitement was evident.

“I’d like that,” you said, your heart racing at the thought of spending more time with him.

With a shy smile and a wave, he finally turned to leave. You watched him go, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest, knowing that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

In the days that followed, Kenan kept his word and texted you. The first few messages were tentative, filled with a mix of casual conversations and playful banter.

Kenan would often take a moment to think before replying, and you could practically feel his shyness radiating through the screen.

He’d text you about football practice, sharing funny stories about his teammates, and you found yourself laughing at the way he described their antics.

As the days turned into weeks, you found that you were looking forward to his messages more than you expected. Each one felt like a little treasure, and you found yourself smiling at your phone whenever you saw his name pop up.

One afternoon, he sent you a message asking if you wanted to join him for a casual coffee at a café near his training ground. Your heart raced at the invitation.

“I’d love to! What time?” you replied, excitement bubbling inside you.

“Is 3 PM good? I’ll be done with practice by then🫡” he responded, his enthusiasm evident even through the text.

“Perfect! I’ll see you then!”

The rest of the day felt like it dragged on forever, but when 3 PM finally rolled around, you found yourself standing outside the café, your heart pounding with anticipation.

The crisp air was refreshing, and you could smell the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the door.

When Kenan arrived, he looked even more handsome than you remembered, dressed in a casual hoodie and joggers. His hair was slightly tousled from what you assumed to be a towel, since his hair was wet.

As soon as he spotted you, his face broke into a genuine smile, and you felt your own nerves ease.

“Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, his voice warm and inviting as he approached you.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

They both stepped inside, and as you ordered your drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the way he nervously fidgeted with his phone. There was an adorable awkwardness about him that made you smile.

As you found a cozy corner table, you both settled in with your drinks. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. Kenan talked about his training routines, the challenges he faced, and the excitement of being part of a professional team.

You shared your interests and passions, and it felt as if you were both peeling back the layers, revealing more of yourselves to one another.

“Honestly, it’s been tough,” he admitted, his expression turning more serious.

“There are days when I doubt myself, like, can I really do this? But then I remember why I love football so much. It’s my dream.”

You leaned in, genuinely interested. “What do you love most about it?”

He thought for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face. “The feeling of being on the field, the adrenaline, and the closeness with my teammates. It’s like a family out there, you know?”

“I get that. It’s great that you have such passion for it,” you replied, admiring his dedication.

As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the café windows. You could see Kenan’s nervousness starting to fade away as he relaxed into the conversation, and you cherished every moment spent with him.

Eventually, as you both finished your drinks, Kenan’s demeanor shifted slightly. He looked at you with a hint of seriousness, his gaze intense. “Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice lower.

“Sure! Anything,” you encouraged, your heart racing at the sudden change in tone.

He took a deep breath, his expression vulnerable. “I really like you. Like, more than just friends. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing.

Your heart soared at his words. “I like you too, Kenan. I’ve felt a connection between us since that night at the party,” you admitted, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you.

His face broke into a bright smile, relief washing over him. “Really? Wow, I wasn’t sure how you felt.”

“Yeah, I was just waiting for you to make a move,” you teased lightly, and he laughed, the tension lifting.

“Okay, good to know. Maybe we can go out on a proper date sometime?” he suggested, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’d love that,” you replied, your heart fluttering with excitement at the prospect.

As you left the café, you walked side by side, the air around you buzzing with newfound chemistry and the promise of something special.

With each encounter, you both grew closer, transitioning from friends to something deeper. Kenan’s initial shyness gradually faded, revealing a playful and caring side that made your heart race.

He would often surprise you with little gestures—a text just to see how you were, a sudden invitation to a game, or even a sweet note slipped into your bag when you weren’t looking.

And as autumn turned into winter, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in a warm blanket of budding romance, discovering each other in the soft glow of streetlights on late-night walks and the quiet comfort of shared moments that left you both breathless.

You knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

[ferg0s]

hi,

Could I request a scenario where karasu gets a pink lock partner in a spandex suit? 😔

You already know he’s an annoying little shit about it. He likes to tease, get the low blow and bask in the glory of it afterwards. He likes knowing he can get in the other persons head, catch them off guard. He prefers to tear someone’s skills down, but he doesn’t shy away from physical attributes. After all, game is game.

And the frumpy uniforms was like a sitting duck.

“Oi, Cinderella-“ he smirked as he walked up next to you on the field. Water bottle in hand. “Fairy god mother hasn’t shown up yet?”

You roll your eyes and catch the bottle he threw your way, trying to ignore his comments as you gulped the water down. The stupid uniforms they had you in made you sweat like crazy, the thick material didn’t help either. And most importantly, they were ugly. Plain and simple, they were ugly. Frumpy, grey and old fashioned. They looked more like prison uniforms than soccer ones.

“I guess the clock struck midnight,” he mused as he wedged himself infront of you. Steeling the ball and giving you a quick glance, the gentle shove causing you to lose balance and stumble backwards. Cinderella; always in tattered clothes and covered in dirt. You hated it. And he knew you hated it, so he did his best to rub salt on the wound. “Missing a shoe?” He would chuckle as he stole the ball. “I think the ball is a only for pretty girls,” “I guess the rats were busy,”

Karasu learned pretty quickly that you weren’t one to fuck around on the field, you had insane spatial awareness, enough to rival the top guys at blue lock. Which made you hyper aware of how close he would be whenever you two were playing a 1 on 1. You blamed yourself for thinking that he would be a decent partner, figuring ego matched him up with you because you had similar traits - but you were dead wrong. It was like ego had thrown you in your own personalized level of hell.

Karasu was taller than you, and a bit more agile. By a fraction of a second if you wanted to get technical, but he was like a rat, using every little crevice to squeeze his way inside the game. Inside your head. The first time it happened you were stunned, soccer usually wasn’t a big contact sport - there being penalties for shoving or pushing. But he towed the like between accidental touch and deliberate shove. The shoves got under your skin. . Given his height compared to you, instead of hitting your chest it would hit you straight on the collar bone. The pain would linger on for hours after, sometimes making it hard for you to move your arms or neck. But technically, it wasn’t a foul. And you hated that. Technically. You grew up playing soccer by the books - very cut and clean, orthodox even. That’s what made you good, your moves were too flawless to counter. But that was also the problem, because even the purest of glass can be broken by the tiniest of stone.

Your goal slowly began to turn from being the best striker, to now finding a way to get your lick back. And just when all hope was lost..

“Good morning, diamonds in the rough,” egos voice called out in the girls dorms through the multiple speakers. “After a needlessly long wait, you can finally ditch those rags. Please go to the locker rooms and take the bag assigned to you-“

When you entered the field after putting on the official uniform, you had already prepared for the snarky comment that would be thrown your way. Probably something along the lines of; fairy god mother finally pulled through? You placed your bottle down and sat down to tie your cleats, your eyes darting when you heard a whistle. “I guess fairy god mothers do exist,” he chuckled as he walked up to you. Bingo! “Thought she’d get rid of the evil step mother too,” you quip back as you turn your attention back to the shoes. He chuckled, liking that you had started to bite back. “More like she’s found your price charming-“ “Funny, I remember the dog turning into the coachman, not the prince.” You had never been one to engage to trash talk, but god did it feel good to get the last word in with him.

The small 1 on 1 match began, despite the fact you two were supposed to work together, it seemed like the two of you were more focused on trying to score on eachother. With the total score being 0-0 for both of you, making you near the bottom of the teams. He wanted to establish some sort of dominance while you wanted to kick his teeth in for thinking that. Both of you fighting tooth and nail for the first goal, and to prevent the other from scoring.

“So Cindy,” he smirked as he wedged himself infornt of you. He was going to do it, you had been playing next to him long enough to know his moves. The god forsaken collarbone shove. Out of all his moves, you couldn’t find a counter to this one. It was your only weak spot, and he knew it. The difference in height making it impossible for you to dodge it, if you tried to duck you would be too slow and risk injuring your head. Injury wasn’t an option for you. If you went too low it would…

In that moment time seemed to stand still. You were going about this all wrong. You were trying to play chess with a man who was playing checkers with you all along. You had to get on his level to win at this own game, get down and dirty. Maybe the nickname he gave you would make sense in a way. You saw it coming, the shove, aimed directly at your collarbone.

He got in position, his arm moving towards you. He knew that in a second he’d feel your collarbone against his arm, his hand going to cup your shoulder for a second before he pushed off you and got a 3 second frame of confusion out of you. It was like muscle memory for him. In the time it took him to blink the whole ordeal would be over, but as soon as his eyes closed he prepared himself to feel your shoulder… your soft, squishy…

Wait.

His eyes darted open and he looked at you, the smirk on your face appearing as his left. His eyes followed his hand, seeing his hand over your boob. You had moved up instead of ducking his shove, catching him off guard. As a faint blush appeared on his face from the feeling of your literal boob in his hand, you used that to your advantage. He was still reeling from the feeling when you went and shot straight into the net.

“Aw cmon-“ you laugh as you approach him. “You’re acting like you’ve never touched a tit before-“ you tease, feeling the power you had over him in the moment. “Of course I have!” He replied, after defensively. “Okay Pinocchio-“ you scoff, walking to the side to get a drink.

He soon realized what you meant by that.

______

I admit, season 2 animation isn’t as bad as people made it seem to be

[mystically-yours]

What if...?

"The Masked Cinderella" — what if prince charming never found his Cinderella? The lovely liege he encountered at the masquerade? What if a simple joke turned to be the most pivotal point in his rule? What if all he needed was to focus his eyes on something other than the mask?

♡.. Once upon a fairytale story, lived a young prince basking in his new found glory. It goes without saying that Diavolo had it all: his kingdom, his power, his influence and all the riches one could ever dream of. Oh sure the prince ironically possesses a kind soul, but, until then he was never satisfied.

♡.. Part of this many antics was a Fall Masquerade, to which all nobles and lucky peasants gathered around in celebration. What occasion? Even Diavolo wasn't so sure. Wouldn't it be funnier to think that the "prince" was nothing but a pawn in the crowd? How he loved that idea — MC suggested it afterall.

♡.. The prince would give anything to ditch all the formalities.

♡.. The tale was perfect; but who was this fine liege? A black sheep mask adorned in golden highlights. Diavolo introduced himself under a false facade, asking them questions like "how have I never heard of you before?" and "you dance quite well. Where did you learn this?"

♡.. The figure laughed. Could they see through his mask? Could they make out the silhouette of a lovestruck prince pining for their attention in these brief instances? Could they see the stars twinkle in pools of honey — stars that shine brighter than any gold this world posses?

♡.. In a gentle motion, they only teased:

— "Find me, my prince."

♡.. Who knew pretending to be a mere mortal could have someone tug at his heartstrings. Cinderella — they were. To think he chased after them after the event ended; to which all others were looking for him. Prince Diavolo. Ruler of the Devildom. Was it just for a tyrant to feel sympathy? He couldn't imagine chasing after another after his last love. Not until he felt the mask in his hand...

♡.. Porcelain, yet incredibly light to his touch. He felt determined, clinging onto it like his prized possession. He will find this Cinderella.

♡.. Like any ordinary day, Diavolo clings onto the mask, ignoring the concerned remarks of Lucifer or the subtle "ehems" of his butler. He carefully ran his fingers along the frame of the mask. How his black fingernails blended seamlessly with the colour. It felt as if nothing else mattered, not the meeting. Not the exchange program. Nothing. In a soft coo, he muttered, "I'll find you.. You'll be here eventually."

♡.. The only thing that catches him from his trance was a hand on the table, like a gavel echoing in court. Snapping of fingers alerted him to look back at the source of the sound. His favourite exchange student.

♡.. They'd tease, "who's the lucky girl? or guy? You seem pretty focused on that mask owner."

♡.. Diavolo would blush at that statement.

♡.. Days. Weeks pass by. Until then, was it worth ignoring his duties? He had pushed everyone aside. Someday. Someday he'll find them. MC's teasing proved as a sign to keep going.

— "What if they're not a noble?"

— "awww is the prince feeling lovesick again~?"

— "sheesh, you're probably scaring them."

♡.. Maybe when he'll find them... just perchance... in this instance... He'll finally be satisfied.

♡.. But alas, was it a lost cause? Barbatos knocked on the young master's door. A long sigh could be heard, before bringing the dreaded news. "My lord, I believe we have found Cinderella."

♡.. The Prince's smile then faltered into a solemn expression.

To quote: "He lost his breathe. He's losing conscience. Yet undeterred, he always comes to their feet no matter how bad the fall."

Sadly the prince isn't exempted from the author's rampant desire for angst 😔

This idea was actually one of the more fun but difficult ones to think about. I personally like to believe that Diavolo would purposely pretend to be a lower ranking noble just to get away with some of the formalities — it's a masquerade, afterall! Wouldn't the fun be ruined if you knew who the other person was?

I'd leave the interpretation of the ending for you guys :3 fair warning that this is one of my more sadder stories

Plus I am actually working on this as my own personal project, so stay tuned! ^^

That's all for this author's note! And have a great day 🫶

[ruminate88]

Ways emotional abuse has affected me physically/mentally as a woman:

10/18/24

When I was talking to these toxic men, I was NOT aware of emotional abuse. My dad always gave me tough love growing up, so I guess I mistook all my exes criticism as “helping me” but it was actually taring me down 😨

I was depressed AND suicidal the whole time I was talking to these men and my recent ex, Andrew, especially made me believe I HAD ISSUES. I honestly believed I was mentally unwell and thought Andrew was the “normal” one accept loving him was soooooo frustrating and difficult. There was sweet moments often of “hey baby 😘 how is your day?” Buuuuuut I mean, most the time I felt he was distant and I couldn’t seem to get any closer with him. Prior to Andrew, I dealt with Cody who I believed just had major trust issues and so I was trying to force him to trust me basically working so hard to make him feel safe with me but NOTHING changed him.

Okay also during that time, I’m unknowingly seeking their approval and stressing so much about being “pretty enough” or “hot” 🥴 I mean, these men charmed me and I thought they were the hottest guys I had ever laid eyes on. Of course I want to impress them 😝 Soo…. I wear soo much makeup and half way through the relationship with Andrew, found myself wearing BLACK EYESHADOW! Straight up black and I would try to blend it with grey so I had a Smokey eye but I understand now the ONLY real reason I was doing that is cuz of how depressed I was in dating Andrew. A dear lady I know said to me at one point, “Sweetie, you don’t need all that black eye makeup. You’re too pretty!” Awwwww 🥺🥺🥺🙏🏻❤️‍🩹 I didn’t realize why I was doing that back then….

Cody ghosted me which really put me in a dark place and then Andrew was making me straight up miserable until I got away from him. Andrew put me through sooooooo much frustration and disappointment. Countless empty promises!!! Sooo now I’m desperately suicidal and tired of life. I prayed to God and decided to change myself completely. Not quite 2 years after I’m away from Andrew and married to someone else, suddenly I can’t wear makeup at all 😳 my eyes break out with scales every time I try eyeshadow and even my lips swell with lipstick. NOW, I do have very sensitive skin but I never had struggled with makeup before 😣 was so frustrating!

I had NO idea my exes were abusive and that’s why I felt so bad from them. The heartbreak from Andrew wouldn’t seem to go away plus I could not stop obsessing in my brain over intrusive thoughts of Andrew. However, I went full blown into church and God. I mean I was extreme because it was desperate not to hurt from my exes anymore. Not understanding there was emotional pain and trauma! I had been numb after Cody but could not understand it. When I met my husband, was like a pause on everything as all my focus was on meeting him but after marriage and we settled into our house, NOW notice something is truly wrong cuz I feel majorly disconnected in my relationships. Especially to my husband. 😔🙏🏻

At some point communication is hard in my marriage and I focus on church. I can’t wear makeup so I throw it all away, even my nail polish ❤️‍🩹 it’s as if I I want nothing to do with my appearance. I saw I started losing hair AND I started having stomach issues as lost so much weight. Had sores often on my body and I just stress none stop!!!! I had NO idea I was trying to get out of flight or fight mode. No one told me I had unhealed trauma. I learned about emotional abuse FINALLY and STILL don’t understand I have wounds to heal. I try to get myself back, even try makeup again and stress all over again with my appearance.

I have had mood swings, hot flashes, chills, stomach/digestive issues, came out of the brain fog eventually but often my short term isn’t as great as my long term memory so I make A LOT of reminders on my phone just in case…. I’ve had bruises randomly all over my legs. I fell off a ladder cuz I wasn’t as stable as I use to be. I’m more careful now. Been through stages of both grief and trauma bond!! Also, found myself needing perfection within myself or I beat myself up. 😳 Negative thinking about myself and putting myself down…. ALL fixable things that I’ve been working through now that I know. Worst of all, CRAZY eating disorders. One minute I want nothing to eat and then suddenly I’m soooo hungry I’m shoving food down my neck ☹️ BUT I have learned to start my day off with plenty of protein and vitamins 👍🏻😩 (magnesium for digestion. Make sure it’s magnesium citrate or else you’ll be sleepy)

Lack of energy and just sadness often wake up extremely sad BUT I’m trying to give myself compassion and love. I’ve tried to balance out my life between superficial and spirituality!! It’s not a perfect walk but I’m not giving up ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🙏🏻🥺

[oshikiri-toru]

hi. im back !!!!

i didnt have anything good to say and i've been in a mental slump for the past few weeks, but i think im good now pfft

ive also come to say:

WHAT THE FUCK ??????????? THE PHILLIES LOST. THEY LOST TO THE ATHLETICS 18-3 ??????

ive not been keeping track of the phils (obviously), and when i go up to my brother because he had just watched the highlights, he turns to me and just. he just says, "the phillies lost to the a's 18 to 3."

truly devasted 😔

but im still thinking hard about a baseball au oh my. @/forestshadow-ghoap made a post that i accidentally x'ed out of, but i bet it was good 😌

well. im going to skedaddle now. i fare thee well. drink your water and sleep well !!!

-🪱 (im too lazy to go on my other account. sigh.)

Hey worm anon! Great to have you back <3

I hope you're feeling okay. I've been in a big slump too, so I know how you feel. Rooting for you and wishing you the best <33

The Phillies loss was crazy lmao. They tried out a new pitcher (the young man they brought up from the minors) and he sorta choked that game. It got so bad they sent Stubbs out for the final inning :^/ That's why it was so high honestly. I think they got a grand slam and another run from that inning alone haha. They got some rest during the all-star break (and lost twice) but they're back!! 5 runs up today which was good to see, finally.

But since you've mentioned it 👀 I'm taking this as a chance to ramble endlessly about my baseball au ideas

Okay! So, in my head it starts as a normal season, maybe a few weeks in. Soap is the only one not on the team, a young hotshot making waves in AAA. When one (inconsequential) member of the team gets injured so they bring up Soap.

In the beginning, he's learning to take on the new position (maybe he was DH or another infield position before) and really bonds with Ghost as his pitcher. I also like the idea of his going to a cocky, young up and comer to learning to be a part of the team and a real superstar. Also, some found family vibes because yes :)

Some other things:

I like to think Soap is a fan favorite. He's hot, confident, and loves engaging with the fans. The umpires hate him (hes always fighting them), and other teams are annoyed by just how good he is and how unhumble he is about it.

Ghost is well loved in the city with a contract keeping him there for years to come. He's quiet and has no real social presence outside of baseball, but the fans find him charming. I also think he's big into charity, volunteering, and generally giving back to his city. I think he'd do a lot for addicts and poorer families :')

I think it would be so funny for it to be a "everyone thinks their dating while they are clueless" scenario. I'm talking videos of Soap falling asleep on Ghost in the dugout, him spending time in the bullpen when he's on the IL (the camera men were desperately searching for him), him being micd up just to hear him shamelessly flirting or joking with Ghost on the mound, interviewers asking them about their friendship and all their answer sounding suspicious as hell.

(bonus angst, maybe Soap plays into it to gain more attention before realizing he actually does like Ghost)

I have some ideas about the getting together but that comes with some spoilers on how I want it to end (it'll go up to the World Series obvi, with them against their mortal enemies. The Bristol Shadows)

Also. My favorite scene idea rn is an interviewer asking them where they got the nickname Soap for Johnny-

Soap: "Och, it's because I can't stop hitting it clean out of the park"

Ghost: "Actually it's because he ate the decorative soaps at a hotel once thinking it was candy."

[theladybarnes]

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? : CHAPTER SIX

“Sometimes, your total obliviousness just blows my mind.”

▸ summary: secrets are shared, accusations run, and fights happen ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, steve harrington,  ▸ word count: 5,229 ▸ warnings: angst, canon violence, homophobia (canon/brief) and king steve 😔 ▸ series masterlist

“It’s gonna be okay, Nancy!” you cried out, doing your best to wipe away the goo that had covered the face on the girl.  

 She was currently beside you in the backseat of Jonathan’s car, gripping onto the seat in front of her. Ever since the two of you found her hand sticking out from the core of a tree, she hasn’t stopped crying. No matter how much you or Jonathan tried to console her and calm her down. She continued to mumble about the monster through her tears.

 You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone as frightened as she was.

 “She’s going to go into a panic attack if she doesn’t calm down.” Jonathan warned, speeding his way over to the Wheeler house. The road was thankfully empty but from the tense way he was gripping the wheel, you could tell Jonathan was anxious. The whole past fifteen minutes were spent getting Nancy out of the woods and if you were being honest, the intensity of all that still did not leave your system yet. Making it slightly hard to calm yourself down.

 “Nancy, please.” you tried again, moving to wrap an arm around her. It’s the most sort of affection you’ve shown her and you hope it’s enough to calm her down. Finally, the car is pulling down her familiar street and you quickly show her out the window. “Hey, we’re out of the woods now. You’re home.”

 The streets of her block seemed to do the charm as her mumblings slowly turned into a murmuring. By the time Jonathan pulled into a parking spot, she was a lot calmer. “We’re gonna help you up to your room, okay?” You said softly when you managed to get her outside. 

 Luckily she kept a pair of house keys on her, making you very glad to avoid another encounter with Mr. Wheeler. 

 The inside of the Wheeler household had a welcoming warmth that you really needed after leaving the woods. With warm lights making the house have a glow and the lingering scent of a roast dinner, you couldn’t help but wish that you were here under different circumstances. 

 “Nancy, is that you?” called a feminine voice from the kitchen. The three of you froze at the beginning of the staircase, wondering what you guys were supposed to say. Urging Jonathan to go up in case she wasn’t allowed to have boys come over, you both stood up straighter once Mrs. Wheeler came around the corner.

 “Oh! Hi, I’m Karen. Who might you be?” Her worried eyes flickered over to Nancy and widened when she noticed the two of you all dirtied up and disheveled. 

 You quickly introduce yourself, causing Karen’s eyes to focus back on you who’s much cleaner than her daughter. “Oh, you’re Claudia’s niece, right? She mentioned you would be staying in Hawkins for a while.”

 “Yeah! I’m here for..a while.” you chuckled lamely, trying to appear as calm as you could be. “Nancy, actually, was helping me out. You see, I was looking for my cousin tonight. Totally got lost in the woods and poof!” you threw your hands up. “I’m lost! Nancy was aware of the whole thing and was kind enough to come and get me out.”

 She looked over at Nancy, raising a brow at her overall appearance. But before she could speak on about that, you were quick to continue on with the facade. “It’s so funny, the woods, you never can see properly and before we even realized it, we had both fallen down and landed in the dirt. It was crazy!” 

 Your forced giggling is enough to have Karen back off a bit before she joins in. “Well, Nancy, are you okay?” 

 Finally the other girl is able to come to her senses and pushes a hair away from her face. “Right, it was a crazy night and she was just helping me inside since I fell a bit harder than we thought.” There was a calmness in her voice that seemed to pacify her mother enough to relax. 

 “You guys should be more careful, maybe stay out of the woods so late at night? Especially with everything going on..”

 “Yeah, you’re right!” Looking back at Nancy, you give her a firm nod before patting her back. “A lot has happened and I think I’ve had my fill on the woods for the time being.” 

 “Good, and if you wanted to find your cousin, he’s downstairs in the basement with Mike. I can go get him for you?”

 You thank Mrs. Wheeler for the help before she takes off to retrieve Dustin. Turning to Nancy, you place a hand on her shoulder and urge her to go upstairs. “I’m probably gonna have to head home. Call me as soon as you wake up in the morning okay? We’ll figure out what the hell happened then.”

 Nancy nodded weakly, taking one step up before she turned back to face you. “Thanks for helping me cover..I-I didn’t know what to-”

 “It’s fine.” You assured, shrugging your shoulders. “Nancy Drew always had a friend who helped right?”

 Nancy looked down with a smile as she thought it through. “Bess Marvin, right?”

 “Now you’re getting it.” you laughed backing away towards the door. The two of you gave a final wave once Nancy remembered the fact that Jonathan was still upstairs. 

 It was kind of weird to end the night like this, and you were pretty sure you’d have nightmares about the sounds of the monster plus the visual of him taking that deer. But, you guys had found where the monster was and hopefully could come up with a plan tomorrow.

 From around the corner came Mike and Dustin as they whispered fiercely to each other. Dustin seemed to be the calmer of the two as he kept patting the back of Mike before they finally looked up at you. 

 “Ready to head home?” You chuckled, trying to play cool.

 “Sure..just one question?”

 You simply raised a brow at the younger boy.

 “Why the hell do you look like shit?”

  There were two plaguing thoughts that came into your mind the whole night. One, whatever it was that Nancy faced, it was fierce and scary. Enough to have left the girl almost paralyzed with fear. 

 Meaning, that if you three were to face it again, you’d have to be prepared to fight a creature such as that. Something you weren’t even sure you had in you. But even if you convinced yourself a million to back out now, and cancel on the other two, you couldn’t. 

 Something was changing inside you and while it was scary, it felt right doing something good. Perhaps it was the reparation you felt from helping out. You wanted to do the right thing for once.

 You weren’t sure that you could be the girl from back home anymore. She would mind her business and tend to things that she wanted to do that were fun, carefree, and definitely monsterless. But how long could you honestly keep up with that? Yes, it was scary, but what if there was the chance you guys could actually put a stop to this?

 The second horrid thought was that it was very likely wherever Nancy was, Barb was there too. But even if you were hopeful to find her, with the way that monster moved and the panic that Nancy had, you couldn’t help but think that the girl who was so shy to shotgun a beer wouldn’t have lasted as long. But for once, you’d give anything to be wrong. 

 It was all too much for your head eventually but you did manage to catch a few hours of sleep before your phone rang that morning. The house stayed silent as the ringing echoed down the hall. Apparently it would have to be you who picked it up. After a barely intelligible hello, Nancy’s chirpy voice came through. 

 “Hey, Jonathan and I figured out a theory that might work on getting the monster’s attention.” 

 There wasn’t a hint at all of the girl last night who had to be held as you drove home. In fact, her voice was laced with hard determination. It was kinda cool. 

 “So that means back into the woods again?” 

 “Not exactly.” Her voice grew quiet as she whispered out the next part. “We’re gonna need a lot more than a gun and a bat to face this thing. Do you think you can be ready in ten minutes? We’re gonna pick you up on the way to town.”

 You peeked away from the living room to look down the hall to where your Aunt and cousin were still in their rooms. Apparently everyone but you was allowed to sleep in today. But at least you could leave a note without having to answer any questions. “I can be ready. Just honk when you’re out front.” 

 “Okay, see you soon.”

 There wasn’t much time for you to do anything so you quickly grabbed a muffin from the kitchen, and ran into the laundry room, thankful that your Aunt had washed your jeans and jacket. Unfortunately, your shoes weren’t good for the wear and you settled down on a pair of converse. It was truly the most average outfit you had ever worn and you hated it. But better to fight off a faceless monster in drab clothing than your finest.

 Your hair was barely pulled back into a hair tie when the sound of honking came from outside. With a slip of a note on the table, you grabbed your flashlight and dashed out the door. 

  “All this camo gear makes me feel like I’m in an episode of MASH.” you chortled, picking up a particular pair of hunting vests. Jonathan let out a small amused huff as he tried to pick and choose what might be best to use against the best.

 By the time the three of you had gone past the threshold, Nancy simply picked up a basket and instantly waded through the aisles. Taking only a few seconds to pick and choose the things she needed.

 “Focus, Henderson.” Jonathan said quietly, poking at your arm. “The longer we’re here the more suspicious we all look.”

 Your eyes stole a glance at the man at the counter. While he was keeping an eye on all of you, there was a glazed look on his face that made you think there wasn’t really much thought behind all that staring.

 Frankly, you were more shocked at the three of you entering more than the man. Back home, it wasn’t really a thing for kids or teenagers to use or know how to operate a gun. Stores like this were rare and you couldn’t help but be curious to what else you’d find here.

 “I need a weapon.” you muttered to yourself. Allowing your fingers to graze upon the various tools. Guns were definitely your thing, and Jonathan already claimed dibs on the bat. Leaving you with only one choice. 

 With a quick pick of the selection, you grab your weapon and join the other two at the counter. 

 “Really? All this time and that’s what you get?” Jonathan asked, looking as you placed the hand held knife on the counter. The blade was about the size of your hand and while it seemed intimidating, you felt a lot better knowing you’d be able to at least use this to defend yourself. 

 Before you could give a rubtle, Nancy began to pile out all the items from her basket. Making you, Jonathan and the clerk awkwardly stare as she sets down each and every item. If you guys didn’t look suspicious. Nancy Wheeler putting down lighter fluid certainly did. 

 “..And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s.”

 After he placed the bullets on the counter. The owner could not contain his curiosity any more. Looking at each of you before he spoke. “What you kids doin’ with all this?”

 “Monster hunting.”

 “Huh.”

 The young girl must have had some luck on her side today because he accepted the answer so easily as he rang up the rest of the items. Making you wonder just what was considered normal around this town. 

 “Nancy, you seriously have to tell me what made you think to answer so honestly.” you laughed, helping place the last few items into the box Jonathan offered to carry. Nancy, who was ahead of you two, chuckled with a shrug.

 “Monster hunting.” Jonathan repeated, amused as he worked his keys out to open the trunk.

 “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and Barb all weekend. It seemed like life or death, you know? And now..”

 “You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and the new girl who’s come into town on quite possibly the worst week ever.”

 You swat at Jonathan’s arm with a feigned pout. “Hey, don’t you go putting me in as some weird addition. If anything I’ve livened up the place.” Nancy nodded over at you, smiling a bit. 

 “Fine, so maybe not you. But what’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?” He glanced between the two of you, almost knowing what he was going to hear. 

 “You. It’s definitely you.” Nancy said shortly. A sneaky smile built up on her face as she looked at Jonathan. Honestly, if you weren’t so amused by the interaction, you probably wouldn’t notice how long they actually stared at each other. 

 The sound of a car honking pulled the three of you away from the conversation. “Hey Nance! Can’t wait to see your movie!” Chuckled a random driver as he drove down the road.

 “What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked, probably just as confused as you were. Looking in the direction he came from, you tried to figure out just what the hell the guy meant. He had mentioned seeing her movie, but before you could suggest checking out the theater, Nancy in a panic had set off in that direction.

 Jonathan was quick to follow after, leaving you to close the trunk of the car with very dangerous weapons before you ran to catch up. 

 It was just down the block that you saw the place in sight. Nancy was stopped in the front staring up at the marquee with a look of horror. You couldn’t help but gasp when your eyes read the words that had been spray painted on.

 Nancy the Slut Wheeler.

 While it was written horribly and completely childish, your chest began to ache when you noticed how horrified Nancy looked. No one deserved to be publicly humiliated like this. But even if she was just a teenager, it didn’t stop a couple of passing pedestrians to gawk and whisper amongst each other. 

 “Hey! How about you quit staring and get a Goddamn life!” you yelled at a particular couple who were jaw slacked as they looked at Nancy. Pointing over to the confused staff you point a warning finger at them. “Get this shit off! Your theater is publicizing hate against a minor!”

 Reaching out to the girl, you placed a gentle hand on her arm. “My Dad’s a lawyer, we can totally get this place shut down if you want.” you murmured, hoping to help with the situation. But her focus was already off you as she snapped her head in the direction of an alleyway.

 Jonathan took a moment to talk with the staff as you followed the girl, catching her just as she raced down the alleyway to a group of people. 

 Instantly your eyes catch sight of the big head of hair. You’re thankful it’s a friendly face that could hopefully help out with this horrible situation until you noticed the red spray can in Tommy’s hand. And now suddenly, your stomach is twisting in a knot. 

 Carol barely gave a sarcastic greeting when Nancy marched over to Steve and slapped a hand on the side of his face.

 “What is wrong with you?!” Nancy gritted, giving you enough time to try and pull her back. But Steve, looking the most upset you’ve seen him yet, leaned in close to her. Just as furious as she was apparently. 

 “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you.” His voice while laced with anger is still hurt. “I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.” 

 “What are you talking about?!”

 “I wouldn’t lie if I were you.” Carol smirked as she chimed in. “You don’t wanna be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

 “Speak of the devil.” Tommy said, looking far too amused by this whole thing for your liking. Without even having to look, you knew that Jonathan had finally joined in. 

 Nancy who was trying to put things together finally had her final clue. “You came by last night?” 

 “Ding! Ding! Ding! Does she get a prize?” Carol chuckled.

 Having had enough, you stepped in between the two girls now, giving Carol a playful smile. “Enough with the shitty commentary, Carol. Nancy isn’t lying and insults aren’t really your forte. Why don’t you go be a good little arm candy and back away from my friend.” 

 The girl looked up at you with shock. All this time she had been trying to get close to you and even going as far to kiss your ass a couple of times. All of which had felt good days ago when you thought that was what you wanted. But this? This was just making you feel sick. 

 Nancy reached out for you and pushed you to stand behind her as she approached Steve again. “Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” 

 “What, you just let him into your room to..study?”

 While you know she wasn’t lying, you couldn’t help but struggle to think of an answer to give to Steve as to why Jonathan was there without sounding insane. Faceless monsters did not sound like a good excuse.

 And from Nancy’s stuttering responses, you knew she was beginning to stutter too. There was no way around this. 

 “Go to hell, Nancy.”

 Your fists clenched and before you could think the words flew out your mouth. “Are you seriously going to just say that and not even listen to her side of the story?”

 Steve for the first time since you came into the alley cast a glance at you. The look of betrayal is clear on his face. “Not sure it’s a story worth listening to, trouble.” he scoffed, shaking his head at you disappointedly. “Why the hell are you with them? Were you in on that shit too?”

 The fact that he was quick to point his anger over at you had you glaring back at the boy. He had no right to be upset at all who you hung out with but felt entitled enough to try and berate you now. 

 Jonathan, sensing the tensity getting worse, reached out for Nancy, pulling her to stand closer to the two of you now as he slowly backed out. “Come on, guys, let’s just leave.” 

 That only seemed to trigger Steve as he launched forward, poking at Jonathan’s back as he spat vicious words. “You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.” 

 The words sound like daggers as Steve practically started to shove Jonathan with every insult. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw ups in your family.”

 At this point, Jonathan is fully stopped in his tracks. Eyes dark as he took in every word that Steve said. Reaching out, you try to tug him back towards the direction of the car when he pulled out of your grip. Giving you a look that you were unfortunately familiar with.

 Your ex always had a short fuse. And right now, Jonathan’s was about to go off.

 “I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire–”

 The sentence is never finished as Jonathan quickly swung over at Steve. And for a second, all of you stared in shock at the two. Steve, who leaned against a railing only took one second before he turned around and began to swing back.

 The fight between the two is messy and blurry. The whole group began to shout different things to each other as the guys began to pummel each other. 

 “Stop! Steve! Knock it off, you guys!”

 “Get off him seriously!”

 “Kiss his ass, man!”

 There was a second where Tommy almost joined the fight but Steve’s ego was still large as he warned his friend to back off. But that only made Jonathan more feral as he let out an anger he had obviously been holding back against Steve. While his words made you think he out to have his ass beaten, the sight of Steve getting bloodier and bloodier sets off a panic in you that’s making you try and pull Jonathan off. 

 “Let’s just go, he gets it!” 

 Tommy, who called out the arrival of the cops, moved in beside you to pull Jonathan off as he tried to reach for his friend. But there’s too much of a power struggle as your friend not only pushed you back, but Tommy and Officer Callahan. 

 “Henderson!” called out the cop, noticing you there. “I knew you’d be in this mess.” he hissed, cupping his hand over the nose Jonathan had hit. 

 There’s a dread of doom filling up in you when you feel a pair of hands reach out to grab you. Steve and Tommy had picked you up from where you fell and dragged you down the alley. Leaving behind Nancy as the officers began to presumably arrest Jonathan. The last thing you could hear was the sound of Callahan as he failed to catch up.

 The three of you kept running for what felt like miles. It wasn’t till you noticed the familiar BMW of Steve’s that you shoved yourself away from his vice-like grip. He gaped over at you, shocked by how fast you got away from him.

 “What the hell was all that?!” You spat, irritated to have been taken with the boy instead of helping Jonathan and Nancy. Even if it meant getting trouble with the police. 

 “What the hell was that? What the hell is with you? Why were you with Byers in the first place?!” Even beat up and out of breath, Steve seemed to still have some fight left in him. Moving forward so that he could glare down at you. “I thought you knew to stay away from him.”

 “Excuse me for making my own decisions, your highness. I’m not exactly gonna stop talking to someone just because you said so!”

 Steve gave you an incredulous look, moving to place his hands on his hips. “Oh cut the crap. Why are you bothering covering up for Nancy? I saw them with my own damn eyes. Stop covering for the girl you barely know!”

 “It seems like I'm not the only one who barely knows her considering you didn’t even give her a chance to explain herself.”

 “I didn’t exactly stop her from speaking. She did that on her own.”

 Looking over at Tommy, Carol and their friend, you point your thumb over at them with a hard glare. “Not everyone wants to air out their stories for your voyeuristic friends, Harrington.” Carol gasped at that, reaching out to pull Tommy in as she whispered something in his ear. 

 “My friends are just getting the truth out there. She’s a slut and a liar. And you’re a bitch for siding with her.” 

 He doesn’t even have a second to take back the word before you’re shoving him to hit against the side of his car. “You take that back! I have done nothing but be a god damn friend. In case you don’t remember, you even begged me to befriend her too. Now that I'm doing that I'm suddenly a bitch because it’s not what you want?”

 “What I want is some god damn honesty around here!”

 You scoffed at that, glowering at his words. “You want some honesty? I’ll give you some.” Taking a step closer you cross your arms, cranking your head up to look at Steve. “You’re a shitty boyfriend. All you do is demand and demand from everyone and when things don’t go your way you turn into a dick.”

 “If he’s such a dick, why do you have such a big crush on him?”

 Your head snapped towards the direction of Tommy. “What the hell did you say?”

 “Please, we noticed right away the way you openly stare at him like he’s the one. It’s lame. Even Steve caught onto that right away and you shamelessly teased and flirted with him.” Carol chimed in, leaning happily against Tommy. “Said so himself. ‘This girl has got it bad for me. Do you think I could get her to do stuff for me? It’s actually pathetic.’ Didn’t you realize he only invited you to get some attention? We all know why he wasn’t getting any from Wheeler.”

 By now Steve had started to  fumble over his words. Holding his hands up in an attempt to try and interject. “That’s not verbatim and that was only the day after my party.”

 “What difference does it make?” you spat back, disgusted to be even near him right now. “Was I just a little amusing fan of yours, Steve? Is that what you thought of me?”

 “No, he actually thought you were a lot worse. Especially after you told him about getting so drunk you didn’t even remember crashing into another car.” Again Tommy found his way back between you two. Going as far now to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “We didn’t take you for a forgetful drunk. Didn’t we, Stevie?” 

 Normally you’d reach back your arm to punch someone who talked to you this way. But you stood frozen in place. Trying not to react to the fact that Steve not only told someone your secret, but he apparently thought the worst of you because of it.

 “Tommy, just back off, okay? I didn’t say it like that.” Steve reached out to grab you from his friend’s side when you jerked away. Stumbling back a bit as you shook your head at who you thought was your friend.

 “Then tell me, Steve. Just how did you say it?”

 “It doesn’t matter, it’s not like it’s important anyway.”

 You couldn’t wrap your mind around his words. How could he think that the day you nearly ruined your whole life wasn’t important. He didn’t even know how hard it was to speak about it. And now here he was with his the three laughing minions. Finally, you’ve reached your breaking point. 

“You know what, you’re right Steve.” 

 The laughter died and Steve visibly gulped as he tried to figure out where you were going with your words. “Right about what?” he asked slowly, glancing at his friends briefly. 

 “I am a bitch. And for some reason I’ve been holding myself back.” Turning to face the crowd you point over at Carol. “You’re nothing but a big kiss ass who barely says anything remotely intelligent or beneficial to any conversation.” The girl frowned over you, pursing her thin lips into a hard line. Your eyes move over to Tommy.

 “You, Tommy, have a weird obsession with Steve’s personal relationships. At first I took it as a sign of being a caring friend, but clearly now it’s coming off only as jealousy. Really, all I can say is you need to get a life that doesn’t revolve around what your friend does. That’s pathetic.” 

 There’s a moment where the girl beside Carol looked scared for what you were about to say and while you did point a finger at her, you really couldn't think of anything. “You... I actually have no idea who you are.” 

 The redhead sputtered at your words, looking at you with a shocked expression. “I’m..I’m Nicole! You literally met me the other day. I told Carol about the pictures Jonathan took..”

 “Oh right, ew.” 

 Finally, your attention landed back on Steve. His emotions were almost too untelling. You couldn’t quite figure out if he was angry, hurt, or scared of you. “And lastly, your royal highness.” Taking a small step, you stepped directly in front of him. Willing everything in your body to react as calm and cool as it could. The complete opposite of how you were feeling inside.

“It’s actually hilarious to think that you would assume I liked you. You, a small town hick with barely a career in basketball. Who gets drunk on a Tuesday night because his absent parents leave him alone in the house. I mean really, is that someone you think I’d like?”

 His breathing is heavy and a quick glance showed you how tight his fists were clenched. “You like me..I know you do.” he gritted through his teeth.

 “Perhaps that’s what you wished for, but unfortunately, I’m no longer interested in dating pathetic high school boys. I left that preference in California.” You reached your hand up and grazed your nail against the line of his jaw, secretly admiring it before you went on.

 “See, the next time I date a guy, he’s gonna have to be really special. And with you, I can’t get that. You’ll graduate high school, work for your dad, and be known only as the boy who used to be relevant.”

 Stepping back you shrugged your shoulders, casting the angry group a sardonic grin. “Hate to break it to you, Harrington. But the only thing big about you, is your hideous head of hair.” And with that, you gave them your back and held your head high as you walked away.

 You waited till you were far away from their glare before you broke down. Choosing an alleyway as the only place where you’d allow your real emotions to come through. None of them deserved to be treated kindly but your words still didn’t feel right. You didn’t like being that kind of girl and yet you let out all this anger towards them. 

 Steve had been a good friend..but he hurt Nancy, Jonathan, and betrayed you. The secret you wanted to keep away from people was thrown back at you. What’s worse was he knew you liked him and wanted to use that for his benefit. How many interactions were all just to get attention from you? Did he even really want to be your friend?

 While the tears slipped down your face, you knew you didn’t have much time to dwell on this. Your friends needed you and you had to figure out a way to help them out. Wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your coat, you pick your head up and head towards the car. 

 At least now you’d have good motivation to kill this beast.

A/N: PHEW. This chapter was a lot to break down. Including the reader’s own confrontation. I mean, to really tear into Steve like that? Yikes. Thank you so much for reading and for any feedback. ❤️

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[archer12xx]

You're Not Gonna Read This, Are You? No, I'm Saying DON'T!!!🚫🚫🚫

It's crazy talk, I need to dump somewhere. Lmao but if you want to play the role of my friend, then read on! 😁 And thanks... 🙊😊

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I mean... How am I supposed to last till the main game is released? I wish you could answer me this, Tobi. T_T

Can someone who does card magic tricks put someone under a spell? No, that's just the charm of The Fox.

Tobias!

Fox...

🦊

😎

😉😏

🧡🧡🧡

Unleashing thoughts in 3, 2...

I can't even remember when it started, how it did, and why this is happening lmao I only know one day I said I love this guy and I did, I do, and I always will be.

1.

He really looks sooooo good in that cg where he's holding 27A of spades. Vaniraa you're the best! 🧡

Orrrrrrr maybe I do remember... "Empty seat... why do you feel so lonely?" "It's a little lonely ;_;." Yeah, Tobias, you had me at "lonely" 😭

Like there's a part of me that thinks two broken hearts make a whole... Man, that's so dramatic. *Insert joke/pun here*

(huh? who said Tobias is broken? Lmao)

The first time I played the demo, I got an orange raindrop beside the rose dp (on the choice a little after you showed up in chat). And take note, I'm not using the color coded choice feature. That's fate, baby! I believe it is. 😉

Basketball. That, too. Like among all the prizes, yours is my favorite! You didn't even have to convince me that it's gonna be fun because, guy, I love Basketball!!! I play a little, too. I can shoot! Wanna bet on it? 😎

And food. 🧡 What else is there to say about that? Just food. 🧡

I think even if it's a GSW game and Thompson is standing right there in front of me, my eyes would be glued on you. 😉😉😘 You'll be the only celebrity in there that I'd wanna see.

Tobiaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssss 🧡🧡🧡

You cracked me up when you stole Rory's tickets. LMAO

I love how you listen to MC. Like a lot. You're such a good fox. I wanna pet your head and give you treats. 😘🧡

You said "But I care about you ^^" and my heart did a somersault. No one's ever said that to me before. Lol (it's kinda sad 😢)

You know... I love action movies. ;)

I love you so much I don't even care if you think Alaska is an island. I don't even know where Alaska is if you ask me to point it out on a globe or a map. Seriously, I don't. Lmao

Yooooooooooooooooooo!!!

I'm good with puzzles and I definitely want to team up with you. We'll be the best team ever!!! We'll crush any competition we participate in. And with your luck, we'll never lose! 😎😏

Go on and be the life of the party! Lighten up the room! And I will... try and brighten up your day, everyday. So that when they tell you, "You make people happy, who's gonna make you happy," you can just smile and tell them it's D. 😉

I guess I'll have to work hard on changing your mind about relationships and commitment 😜

How to catch the eye of The Fox and make him "forever bachelor... not anymore"?? Lmao

The fountain, is it the Bellagio? 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

I'm going crazyyyyyyyy~

It's gonna get weirder from here...

I just wanna hold your hand, made of pixels...

But in reality... I know I won't be able to catch your eye, let alone your heart... 💔 I just can't... You're waaaaayyyyyyyy out of my league. You're a celeb for one... 😔

But I feel like we'd be best friends! If we ever get the chance to meet, that is. The world feels big, though, since we're not in the same one. T_T (if that even makes any sense)

Aaaaaand I'd definitely be your fan. I won't miss an episode of BLB even though I won't understand a thing about it because... gambling...

Tobias, you're my favorite! Out of all the characters in all the games I played... YOU, MR. FOX, ARE MY NUMBER 1. MY ONE AND ONLY FAVORITE.

I did leave everyone because they're not as fun as you. Like I lost interest on them. :/ Dude, I even tried distracting myself but I still ended up thinking about you and writing this stuff that I hope I can convince myself not to post.

Tobias!!!!

With you, it feels like... I found the one.

Ha...........................................

I just wanna go and dive into the infinite blue. 😂

Tobias Fox, you foxy fox. I love you so much already idk what I'm gonna do until 2023 😭😭😭

Is this a cry for help? Maybe... maybe not??

Idk... I think it's time for me to sleep. Lol

End of thoughts.

🧡🧡🧡

[mrsseverussnape]

Okay. So, first things first, OMG CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 AND YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE CAUSE YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND ILY SO MUCH. Ahem. Now that I've screamed that out (sorry not sorry), I decided to take part in the event :) You absolutely don't have to do all of them if it's too much, I just thought I'd give you options XD (pls do Apollo though cause I'm a musician and a huge sucker for playlists 🥺)

🦉Athena- Tell me your favourite Hogwarts class + give me an aesthetic and i will make a moodboard for you! (e.g.: Charms - dark academia)

I suck with aesthetics and don't know anything about them so why don't you this for you. I'd love to know ^_^ (only if you're comfortable)

🎼Apollo- Give me a character + a theme and i will prepare a playlist (e.g.: romantic dinner with Lucius)

A trip with Severus wherever you plan (based on Hades :p)

📜Hermes- Letter activity is back! Write a letter to any character as their friend/lover/student/anything and i will reply as the character!

Dear Remus,

How have you been? I'm sure you've heard of Sirius' escape. I don't know whether you believe him to be innocent or not, but there's something I need to tell you. Something I know Sirius had meant to tell you before he was convicted for Peter, James and Lily's murders. Personally, I do not think he's gulity. He's simply incapable of betraying them. However, I'm not writing to you to convince you of his innocence, but rather to inform you of his feelings.

You're aware that we broke up a few months before he was arrested. Honestly, it was a long time coming; we had been slowly drifting apart. The moment we chose to break up was when we both realised that we had developed feelings for other people. If I'm being honest, I think we'd always been in love with other people but found momentary comfort in one another.

I eventually found the courage to confess to Severus and the opportunity to find my happiness but he never did. Believe me when I say I've written this letter so many times over the last 12 years, and thrown them away every single time, but I feel like I should tell you now. Just like I was in love with Severus, Sirius was in love with you. Always has been, ever since school, I think, and I doubt his time in Azkaban would've changed how he feels about you.

My main reason in telling you is that... maybe you should expect a visit from him soon. I'm sure he'll want to make up for lost time and explain things to you.

Take care Remus.

Sincerely, Axe

💋Zeus- Fuck/Marry/Kill game because it’s the most fitting thing for Zeus😂

Harry, Draco, Neville ehehe and Lucius, Sirius, Lupin

💗Aphrodite- I wanna have some fun too, so you guys ship ME with a character this time and tell me why!

Severus Snape!! Because I know you like him (and I know that because of your url lol) and that's what counts <3 You write him so well (like all the characters you write) so I know you get him too :)

(lmao my answer sucks I'm sorry)

🗺Hades- Tell me your favourite character and I will plan a trip for you!

Severus Snape! <3

Once again, please only do the ones you feel like. I want you to enjoy it, not get stressed by how many I asked 😅 And congratulations! To this milestone and many more! 🥳💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH HONEY! AH YOU ARE SO SWEET, LOVE YOU TOO!💕💕😽😽 As i said to you earlier it made me really happy that you’re very interested in the event and you are always welcome to request anything!🥰 i said i would do them all but i feel so tired both mentally and physically because i will be moving to another city tomorrow. So I couldn't write the letter request even though it has such a great concept, sorry…😔

Athena- Aww asking me to do this was so kind of you! Sometimes i wanna take part in my own events too but never happened so this is the first! I am not into a particular aesthetic but i guess my vibes go with dark academia(?). And my favourite Hogwarts class is History of Magic! I am a historian myself so not a surprising choice😅

Apollo- I wanna give you some romantic and French songs that i love. I hope you will enjoy them!

Zeus- fuck Draco/ marry Neville/ kill Harry. I don’t like Potters at all, sorry not sorry💁🏼‍♀️

Well now this one was hard since i am into the older men of HP. Fuck Sirius/ marry Lucius/ kill Remus. I wouldn’t like to kill Remus but in this group he didn’t stand a chance😅

Aphrodite- yay another Severus! For some reason in this ship games people give me Severus so rarely, most of the time it’s Sirius. But i think we would make a good couple and i am not saying this because he is my fav; our personalities would match in my opinion.

Hades- I changed my mind so many times on this one😂 I didn’t want to choose Paris at first, i thought it will be basic but i love the city and lately i have an urge to visit it again so Paris it is! It will be such a romantic trip for you and Severus! You would enjoy the museums, French pastries, architecture and of course some French wine🍷

[the7thcrow]

ooh definitely, i'd never give up a chance to talk about haikyuu shdjdk

okay let's start w my fav softest boi ✨sugawara✨ he's so <3333 it makes my heart <////3 he just has that charming bubbly personality that's just there to help you come out of your shell TT-TT

also he's like the only one who can slap daichi on the head and make him get his head back into the game 11/10 otp dynamics sJDJKS

also when he had to sit out as a setter i was so :(( i mean, kageyama is super good at what he does but there was a shot of upset suga and i :(((( yeah, so am very soft for my boi, i wish we could be best friends ;-;

and then ofc there's nishinoya :DD he's!!! so!!!! :DDDDD he's such a child, and so hyper oh my god i'd either be too hyped around him or too tired of his shit shdjkd but he's great at keeping up the team's spirits and when he received ushiwaka's serve??? hello??? i hAD GOOSEBUMPS HAHSJKS like that's my boy !!!!!!!

and then we have hinata,,,,i feel like he's everybody's fav at least at some point. he's child-er than noya and i'd wrap him up in a blanket and either put him in my pocket or roll him down the hills shjdk (affectionate) so proud of boyo to have found such a great team ;-;

and lastly oikawa ;-; i felt so bad when they lost :((( i was literally rooting for karasuno but when aoba lost i was just,,, sad :'D but it was a competition so :> n e way, i love how he goofs off and his comedic timing esp w iwaizumi and kageyama sjdjks. (tmi i named a tree outside my window oikawa coz it reminds me of him lol)

i rambled lol. so wbu, who're your fav boyos? :'DD

this put the biggest smile on my face reading through it, you’re adorable. i can also tell how much you love the show, so i hope my fic can do it justice 😭 but i think you summed them all up very well, i don’t even know what to add LMAOO.

as for my favs, i also really love suga. he’s so sweet :,) every team needs a soft caring teammate, who’s not the captain but also very well could be. and that’s suga for sure. i also felt really bad when he had to sit out for kags. best move for the team, but imagining that as a senior? really tough :(

but my all time fav is oikawa for sure. i just think he’s great, honestly hilarious and i think his episodes are just the most entertaining ones. but tbh i also kinda relate to him? maybe it’s the 3w4 personality type lmaoo. i actually used to play volleyball as a setter, and i feel like his dialogue is what was going on in my head most of the time (which is TERRIBLE because it’s literally oikawa, and he definitely doesn’t have the healthiest outlook on the sport. but yeah, i just took it way too seriously + it was bad for my anxiety, so i had to quit. which was for the best🤷🏼‍♀️☺️).

i seriously love haikyuu so much, hands down my favourite anime for sure. i really struggle getting into shows, but it was honestly so entertaining right from the get-go. still bummed they took it off my country’s netflix😔✋

also pls i gotta know what about this tree outside your window reminded you of oikawa lmaoo, because that’s so funny.