#like sharing a bed to sleep as siblings or friends or parent with kids like it's so wholesome and pure

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Time for a Break — Housewardens x gn! reader

summery: it's the end of the year and you have nowhere to go...

tw: slight angst (Riddle, Idia, Malleus)

wc: 1.7k (~230 per character)

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With nonstop overblots, exams, homework, studying, and keeping your friends in line, you hadn’t even realized that the end of the year was approaching rapidly. You could barely take in your end of the year grades before coming face to face with the fact that you have nowhere to go while everyone gets a summer break. Didn’t you deserve a break too? You felt like you were going to collapse and evaporate if you didn’t sleep in a bed that doesn’t have lumps. In a fit of despair, you go to the only person you can think of.

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Okay…so you are not allowed to come home with him. His reason for saying no is vastly different from his mothers reason. He doesn’t want to cause you any more stress, or have to hear his mother’s insults that she’ll inevitably spout towards you. No, instead he helps you ask Trey. Although Trey’s home already is a full house, his family welcomes you with open arms. All his siblings overcrowd you (no matter how much Trey tries to stop them), his parents ask many questions to get to know you better, and you end up sharing a room with Trey. All the while, you can’t help but think about Riddle, wishing you could find a way to get him out of his own personal hell. Over time, you and Trey visit Riddle, your only meetings being through his window. Every so often you’d bring Riddle a sweet treat that you learned how to bake either from Trey or his parents. As much as you enjoy having a break with such a lovely family, you can’t help wanting for the next school year to happen. Not for the school work, or the overblots (hopefully there won’t be any the upcoming year), but because you’ll get to see Riddle again, not through a window or with hushed whispers. But in person, speaking to each other freely once more. 

❥ Leona Kingscholar

When you hinted about not having anywhere to go, hoping that the lion would take the bait and let you stay with him, he just ignored you. Didn’t even pretend to act like he was listening to you. Squinting your eyes, you stood up from his bed, announcing that Malleus might be willing to take you in…you couldn’t get far before Leona grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him and holding you close. Who said you could go and stay with that overgrown lizard? Wasn’t it obvious you were staying with him? You were scared of meeting his family, they were royalty and Leona had spoken bad of them. You had met his nephew, and little did you know that the boy had talked his parents ear off about you and Leona for a day before finding a new topic. Leona’s brother and sister in law welcomed you to their palace with open arms, greeting you warmly before excusing themselves. It was a bit to get used to, trying new foods, sleeping in a bed that was way too luxurious, being treated like royalty, becoming a nanny…yeah. You now realized one of the reasons why Leona dreaded coming back. As much as you adored Cheka…he could be a bit much. Overall, it's not the worst place to stay, but it would feel a bit lonely without Leona or Cheka around. 

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Oh boy…were you both that far in your relationship already? No? He’s just overthinking it? Okay, this was fine. He was a host after all, and he did owe you for basically saving his life…and being the one he loved. His only problem? His mother. As much as Azul loved his mother…he could not have her sharing his baby photos with you. He’ll have to work overtime over the summer to make sure that doesn’t happen (who is he kidding he can’t say no to his mom). How are you going to stay entire months under water? Who do you think he is? He’s got stocks of underwater breathing potions. When you meet his parents, you don’t have time to think before you’re swooped into a giant hug (probably the best damn hug you’ll ever get too). Then Azul is added to the hug and you're both being squished together. His mother loves you instantly, cooing over you both, feeding you some of the best food you’ve ever had while telling you embarrassing stories of Azul when he was just a little fry. Once again, you start seeing him in a new light, a much softer and loving one. He always tried to show you his gentlemanly and suave side, keeping just how soft of a person he was locked deep down, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

❥ Kalim Al-Asim

What do you mean you have nowhere to go? Weren’t you coming to his place? He would be honored to have you as a guest! Just think of all the sleepovers, dates, game nights, and kisses! Actually, he might’ve gone crazy if he was away from you for such a long time. Kalim’s family doesn’t mind either, they don’t even notice one more person in their extravagant palace. Instead of just being swarmed with siblings, you’ve got cousins and distant relatives around you as well. They have both good and bad intentions, some scheming on how to get closer to Kalim, and others scheming on how to get you to play hide and seek. Kalim is practically bouncing off the walls as he drags you down the halls on his grandiose tour. Laughing heartily over the feast his family calls dinner, then taking you on a breathtaking carpet ride above the Scalding Sands. Each day is a different adventure, and Kalim is the one leading you hand in hand into what awaits you both. Poor Jamil, Kalim only got ten times more impulsive as he tries to show you everything he loves (and buy you anything you eye for a second too long). Also…you are in a bit of danger being seen in public so close to Kalim and with how he shows how much he cares about you…

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Do you think he’d let you stay at Night Raven College for months on end without supervision? You’re crazy. Just be prepared to be in a giant mansion alone for a bit. Vil goes without seeing his father for weeks on end, and he himself has a busy schedule. He’d love to take you with him, but unfortunately the media is as savage as a pack of wolves and would shred you apart without second thought. You didn’t mind too much, as long as you could get away from school for just a minute. With those warnings in mind, you were surprised to be greeted by servants taking your luggage to a spare room (right next to Vil’s) then being treated to a fantastic dinner with Eric, Vil’s father joining you two. Even Vil seemed surprised, asking his father about his latest movie. Eric only laughed, stating that he wanted to meet the person who caught his son's attention. You never felt too alone in the mansion, you’d get ready in the morning with Vil, seeing him off, doing your own thing for the day, and ending the night with a home prepared meal or going out to eat if Vil was feeling extra. On his days off, Vil would take you out, sometimes it would be to a spa, going shopping, or you forcing him to take a break and relax at home and watch some movies. You don’t think you could go back to that wack job of a school after getting a taste of luxury.

❥ Idia Shroud

What. You want to go home with him? You do know where he lives right? You’d be totally isolated from all your other friends…you still want to come home with him? He supposes Ortho would be happy to have you around…fine, he just doesn’t like how excited his parents get when he asks for permission (after all he lives in a very secret location). He’s a bit overwhelmed at first, it seems like such an intimate scenario. You’re going to be living with him in the same house in a super secret base in the middle of nowhere. When you arrive, Idia tries not to shove you into his room and lock the door because his parents are non stop pestering you. Asking you about how you met Idia, how he was doing, and about you and your world. Thankfully for Idia, they had to rush back to work quickly, giving you a warm welcome and telling you to ask for anything if need be. To your surprise, Idia watched you like a hawk (and that’s the times you knew of). S.T.Y.X. was a dangerous place, and he’d be damned if he lost you like he lost Ortho. Be prepared to be trapped in a room lit with blue led lights and playing video games and watching anime until you feel your brain melting. Please bring some vitamin D…you’re not going to get enough sunlight. 

❥ Malleus Draconia

Don’t worry child of man, he already has a room in his palace ready for you. Do you really think he was going to let you stay all alone (with Grim but okay) at Night Raven College? Of course not. You’re his precious child of man, he’ll make sure you get nothing but the best. Of course…he had to make sure his grandmother warmed up to you. You are a human after all, and she hasn’t had the best experience with them. Not to mention how his people will view him for bringing a commoner human into the castle and given the royal treatment. He doesn’t care. In fact, Malleus didn’t even think of such a thing, not until Sebek brought it up. When you arrived you felt overwhelmed as the servants bowed (you almost forgot that Malleus was standing next to you). He tried staying by your side for as long as he could, but as future king, he had many things to attend to. This left you on your own a bit, and you got acquainted with Maleficia. At first she terrified you, but over time you both warmed up to each other and Malleus found himself jealous with how much time you spent with her compared to him. All the while she found it amusing that her grandson was so hung up on a human…but she also found it heartbreaking. A fae falling for a human never had a happy ending, but she’s glad to know you’d take care of him well.

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Jack & Coke - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: When your best friend Eddie betrays you, you head to The Hideout for a drink—and maybe something more.

Note: This is what comes from late night conversations and texts that say “I had another angsty eddie thought.”

Warnings: angst, family issues, smut, p in v, age gap but both parties are well over 18, oral, m receiving

Words: 4.8k

“And then you put your middle finger riiiiight here,” Eddie explains patiently, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth as he adjusts your grip on the guitar neck. “Perfect. Now, give a little strum.”

The A-chord doesn’t sound as good as when he plays it, but it’s an improvement since you’d started this impromptu lesson half an hour ago.The fact that butterflies flapped their wings in your stomach every time he touched you didn’t help your concentration, either. 

“I still like it better when you play,” you tell him shyly, lifting the guitar and handing it back to him. “You’re, like, a natural-born rockstar.”

Eddie grins, leaning back against your bed. “Yeah, well, you can’t teach this kind of bad-assery,” he teases, booping you on the nose playfully and inadvertently sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine.

You’re about to muster up the courage to nudge him back when you hear the front door open.

“I’m home!” Andrea shouts obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. You miss the initial flash of fear that washes over your best friend’s face, mistaking his grimace for a mutual dislike of your older sister.

You know that everyone has issues with their siblings; even ones that are close-knit still have their share of rivalries. But your relationship with Andrea goes beyond the usual bickering. Since you were very young, Andrea has bullied and tormented you incessantly. As kids, Andrea would break her old toys and tell your parents that you did it, that way they would buy her newer and better toys. From the moment that Andrea hit puberty, she was the “hot one.” Never mind not being the “pretty sister,” you had to deal with being invisible because all eyes were glued to Andrea. Then you practically were invisible when you started high school and Andrea pretended she didn’t even know you. It didn’t matter that you’d never ratted her out for all the times she snuck out of the house after your parents went to sleep. But any little thing you did wrong, Andrea went straight to your parents and snitched. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if you squealed on your sister anyway since she was quite obviously your parents’ favorite.

When boys did talk to you, it was because they wanted to get to your sister. Some of them thought treating the little sister as a charity case would get them into Andrea’s pants. The only time it was ever different was when Eddie Munson started talking to you your freshman year. He plopped down next to you at your lunch table and started talking to you about the copy of The Hobbit you had been reading. At first you thought this was another ploy to get to Andrea through you, but the longer he talked about things far nerdier than the book in your hands, you figured this guy might actually just want to talk to you. It was an odd and gratifying feeling. The first time you’d mentioned that you were Andrea’s sister, Eddie actually seemed surprised. “You two share blood?” he said. “She’s a goddamn tornado that destroys everything in its path. And you…you’re like a rainbow.” It’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever gotten. 

As your friendship with Eddie grew, you began to tell him more about how Andrea treated you. How she’d hurl the meanest, most vile words your way with no provocation. You didn’t need to provoke Andrea, she was constantly on the offensive. “Why does she treat me like shit all the time?” you’d ask, and Eddie would reply, “She doesn’t need a reason. There’s just venom in her blood.” 

Andrea was the walking embodiment of those luminescent fish that were so beautiful and shiny on the outside, only to lure the smaller, weaker fish in so that it could crush them. Her jet black hair was always shiny and never a strand was out of place. No blemish ever dared to appear on her skin, leaving her with the smoothest, most glowing complexion. Her curves seemed to be perfectly sculpted, defying anyone to not look at her and either want to be her or want to be with her. Obviously, it was impossible for you to keep up with her current flavor of the week. 

“Are you going to play for me?” you ask as Eddie just sits with the guitar in his lap. You scoot until your thigh is pressed up against his. It would be so easy to tilt your head and rest it on his shoulder. The comforting scent of cigarettes, Old Spice deodorant, and a hint of weed floods your senses as you try to be as close to him as you can—without being creepy about it, you remind yourself. 

“I, um,” Eddie mumbles, his eyes watching your bedroom door intently. “I thought you said your sister wasn’t going to be home?”

“I didn’t think she was,” you say with a shrug. “But you know Andrea, she does whatever the hell she wants. Maybe she met her quota for making children cry today and decided to come home early.” 

Eddie nods and looks back down to the guitar in his lap. He swallows so loud that you’re able to hear it, which has you raising your eyebrows. 

“Look, I know she’s demonic,” you say. “But she probably doesn’t even know we’re in here. Besides, if she was going to torture someone, it would be me, not you.”

“I don’t want her to hurt you. I’d rather she hurt me, actually,” Eddie says, still looking down at the guitar in his lap. More words rest on the tip of his tongue, but the bedroom door flying open stops him. 

“I said, I’m—oh, hi, Eddie,” she trills, giving a tiny wave. “Come back for round two?”

Round two? You glance over at Eddie, waiting for an explanation, but he just turns beet red and sheepishly drops his gaze. 

Andrea takes in the puzzled look on your face and laughs harshly. “Aw, did your best friend not tell you?” There’s nothing but malice in her tone, and you feel like a rock landed in your lower abdomen. “Well, let me fill you in.”

“N-No, I should…” Eddie starts, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I swung by yesterday…I forgot you’d picked up that extra shift…”

Andrea rolls her eyes impatiently. “Write a goddamn novel, why don’t you?” she snaps. “I’ll summarize: you weren’t home, I was, and Eddie and I hooked up.”

“H-Hooked up?” The butterflies now have lead wings, and you feel the bile rising in your throat. 

“We slept together,” Eddie clarifies softly at the same time that Andrea quips, “we fucked.”

You try to blink back the tears that mist over your eyes. Your sister knows how you feel about Eddie; you weren’t naïve enough to tell her, she snooped through your diary and has been teasing you about it ever since. And while Eddie has no idea about the massive crush you’ve been harboring, he certainly is aware of how awful your sister is. His betrayal stings one thousand times worse. 

“Your bed is really great for sex,” Andrea sneers as you stumble to your feet. “Not that you’d know.”

This has to be a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any moment, and the idea of Eddie and Andrea sleeping together will be a figment of your overactive imagination. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. But when you glance down at Eddie and see the shame that fills his face, you know. It’s real. Your best friend betrayed you in possibly the worst way he could have done so. All to get his dick wet.

“What the fuck?” It’s all that you can get out of your mouth. You suddenly feel like you’ve run ten miles. You’re lightheaded, your pulse is racing, and sweat is beginning to break out along your hairline. Eddie sets the guitar down and stands up. He reaches for you and you flinch away and pull back from him. The look of hurt that flashes in his eyes would normally make you want to wrap him up in your arms. But now? Now that you know that he fucked your sister in your bed, you don’t want him to ever touch you again. 

“Sweetheart, I’m—”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” you snap. Looking past him, you can see your sister’s face is full of glee as a self-satisfied smirk settles on her lips. “What was in it for you, huh? Just to hurt me?”

Andrea scoffs and brings a hand up to her chest, reminding you of a southern belle clutching her pearls. “Are you insinuating that I don’t have feelings for dear Edward?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Yeah, Eddie, you want to say, that’s the girl you slept with. 

“I would never insinuate that you have any feelings at all. Pretty sure you were born with a lump of coal in your chest instead of a heart. Come here, I’ll stab you with my letter opener and we’ll see the black blood come fucking rushing out,” you seethe. 

“Always so dramatic,” Andrea says with a sigh. “That must be why Eddie doesn’t reciprocate the silly little crush you have on him.”

Eddie’s eyes snap to you, and at any other time, you would’ve said him finding out is the worst possible thing to happen to you. But that’s been usurped now, so you really don’t care how he’s going to react. 

“Must be,” you retort, “or maybe he’s only into psycho bitches.” Clenching your fists, you turn to face Eddie. “I hope her pussy was worth it.” You storm over to your bedroom door, pushing past the both of them. Before you leave, you spin around to face the traitors. “I never want to see either of you again.” You don’t wait for either to respond; you just grab your bag and rush out to your car. 

You’re not sure why you drive to the Hideout; maybe it’s because you still want the comfort of Eddie, but you tell yourself it’s because the drinks are cheap and payday isn’t until next week. 

“I’ll take a Jack & Coke, please,” you tell Lou. The bartender nods, and you add, “you can put it on Eddie’s tab.” He is the reason you’re drinking, after all. 

The thought of their bodies melded into one, him holding her the way you’d only dreamed he’d hold you—it’s too much to bear. And now, like an idiot, you’d left them alone to do it again. 

Lou slides your drink over with a small smile, the most affection you’ve ever seen from the usually stoic man. You down the drink, and then another, frowning when you get the urge to break the seal. 

“Be right back,” you mutter to no one in particular, hoisting yourself off of the barstool and traipsing towards the restroom. You get a decent glimpse of yourself in the mirror: eyes still slightly puffy from when you’d been crying in the car, mascara smudged and smeared. A flick of the makeup wand has you looking a bit perkier already, and you practice your smile a few times before walking back out. 

Lou has another drink ready for you, cocking his head towards the other side of the bar. “Paid for by that gentleman over there,” he informs you, raising his eyebrows. 

You look to where he’s motioning and see a gorgeous older man giving you a little wave. His black t-shirt clings to his muscular frame, and you can’t help but notice the way his biceps ripple with each small movement. He looks to be in his mid- to late-forties, but his hair doesn’t show any signs of thinning. Short brown curls cover his scalp, cropped closely at the base of his neck. His upper body is covered in tattoos, and you immediately wonder where else he has ink. 

You saunter over to him, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously, just as you’d watched Andrea do countless times before. “I guess I should be thanking you for this drink,” you say, giggling and taking a sip. 

“Pleasure’s mine,” he offers, grabbing his green Heineken bottle and taking a swig. “Looked kinda sad, and pretty girls should always have a smile on their face.”

“It worked.” You rest your hand on his bicep, surprising yourself with your own brazenness. Or maybe it’s just tipsiness?

“You gotta name, pretty girl?” the mystery man asks, and you tell him. “Pretty name, too. Damn,” he muses. “I’m Jack. Just, uh, moved back to Hawkins a coupla days ago.”

“Moved back? So you don’t need the welcome tour?” you pout, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Pretty girl, I’ll take you up on anything you offer.”

You consider his proposition. “Let me finish this drink and we’ll see.”

His hand rests on your thigh as he tells you that he’s got a job lined up at the local power plant—immediately reminding you of Wayne, but you push the feeling down. You allow yourself to get lost in his sky blue eyes, somehow both haunting and comforting. 

You kill out your third drink, contemplating ordering one more. Either Jack was paying, or Eddie was, so all you had to worry about was how drunk you wanted to get. 

“What had you all upset earlier, hm?” Jack asks, running his thumb along the denim above your knee. “Don’t tell me it’s some stupid boy.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you then.” You giggle again—you can’t seem to stop giggling around him. “He’s not worth the time.”

Jack shakes his head. “He’s not. You don’t need to play his games. What you need,” he says seriously, “is a real man.”

“And where can I find one?”

His lips crash against yours hungrily, gently parting them with his tongue. He tastes like the hoppiness of beer and stale cigarettes, but you don’t mind. 

“That tour you mentioned earlier,” he murmurs in your ear, “can the first stop be my place?”

You give him a pout, leaning forward into his space, just enough for him to get a peek down your shirt. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

Jack looks around the bar, doing a doubletake when he sees the bathrooms in the back corner. He slides from his seat and takes one of your hands in his. There’s a smirk on his face as he walks backwards towards the bathrooms, tugging you along.

“Just as impatient as I am,” he says. “We shouldn’t wait any longer then.”

Without taking notice of if it’s the men or women’s room, you follow Jack in as he nudges a bathroom door open with his elbow. He’s quick to lock it behind you and his hands are instantly on you, grabbing at your waist as his mouth finds yours again. The kisses are urgent and sloppy, no teasing, just devouring one another. Your hands move down to his beltbuckle, making quick work of it and working on the button of his jeans. Strong, large hands grope over your chest as you shove his pants down, but just as you break from the kiss to get down on your knees, there’s a loud banging on the bathroom door. You’re startled and grab onto Jack’s arm, and he’s quick to wrap it around you reassuringly.

“Not in my bar!” Lou shouts through the door. 

Well, you think, can’t show my face at The Hideout again. Your face is burning in embarrassment as Jack huffs an awkward chuckle and resituates his belt. 

“I guess my place is the first stop on the tour then. That is, if you still want to?” Jack’s eyes meet yours, obviously wanting to convey that if you’re no longer interested, that’s fine. But a little embarrassment was nothing compared to how you felt earlier in the day.

“I want to,” you say. For emphasis, you grab the back of his neck and give him a kiss that proves how much you want him. When you pull away, there’s a dazed smile on his face that may be the most endearing thing you’ve seen all day. He takes your hand in his and slowly opens the bathroom door. Luckily, Lou isn’t standing on the other side of it, but you’re sure he’s not far off, watching to make sure the two of you leave. 

You force yourself not to look over at the bar as you and Jack head towards the door. It’s not like you think the bartender will tell anyone, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at the moment. Jack’s car isn’t the nicest, but that’s not something you ever cared about anyway. If it gets you from point A to point B, that’s all that matters. The gentleman that he is, he holds the passenger’s side door open for you and you slip inside. He practically runs around to the driver’s side and it makes you let out a soft giggle. When’s the last time someone seemed this eager to spend time with you? And seem to be genuinely enjoying it?

The ride to his place is only about five minutes, and Jack makes sure you stay in the car until he can come around and open the door for you again. The apartment complex isn’t the nicest either, but what was in Hawkins? His place is on the first floor and you watch his hands as he fumbles with his keys. They’re large, calloused, from what you can only assume is years of work. Staring at them just makes you want to have them all over your body even more. 

As soon as he swings the door open, he’s all over you again. Frantic kisses keep his lips connected to yours as the two of you clumsily make your way to his couch. The material is worn, but not dirty, and you find yourself once again fumbling with his belt as he sits on the cushions.

“Picking up where we left off?” Jack teases, throwing his head back in ecstasy as you get back on your knees and take him into your mouth. The saltiness of sweat and pre-cum hits your tongue, his cock edging towards your throat when he brings his hands to the back of your head and helping you find the perfect rhythm.

“J-Jesus Christ,” he hisses, bucking his hips slightly and watching the tears involuntarily pooling along your lash line. “First time back in that dive bar in years, and I managed to find the girl who gives the best head in Hawkins.”

As if to prove his point further, you cup his heavy balls as you lick up and down his shaft. You keep at it for a few minutes, swirling your tongue around his overly sensitive tip before he pulls away.

“You’re good–too good; but ‘m not gonna lie to you,” he admits when you stare up at him with a puzzled expression, “I don’t bounce back as fast as those college guys you’re probably used to, and I gotta be inside your pussy tonight.”

You nod, tugging your shirt above your head as he helps you shimmy out of your jeans. “Like what you see?”

Jack doesn’t answer right away; just unhooks your bra and watches it fall to the floor. His gaze immediately snaps back to your bare breasts, beckoning you over to straddle his waist. His hard length presses against your lace panties, and the two of you moan in tandem.

“I don’t think you need these,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the lace before tearing them off completely. His middle finger easily finds your clit as he makes slow, deliberate circles.

You can’t help the way you grind against his touch, begging him to stretch you so good. The finger drags through your folds before he slips it inside you.

“So wet already, hmm? Pretty girl must need another finger.” You cry out in pleasure as his forefinger breaches your hole, pumping faster until you feel the familiar tension building in your core.

“N-Need your cock inside me,” you manage, barely able to formulate a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. 

He reaches into the pockets of the pants he discarded and fishes out his wallet to grab the foil-wrapped condom tucked away. Your eyes watch hungrily as he slips it over his cock, fucking his fist a few times to make sure he’s ready for you. His other hand grabs your waist and helps guide you until you’re hovering over his cock. Slowly, you begin to slide down, both of you letting out a groan as he first enters you. The stretch feels so good and from the way Jack’s squeezing his eyes closed and biting at his lower lip, you’d say it feels good for him as well.

“Shit,” he mumbles. “Gives the best head and has the tightest pussy.”

Your only response is a whimper as you lower yourself even further, letting more of his cock fill you up. Once you no longer need your arms to steady yourself, you brace your hands on Jack’s chest. When your hands meet the fabric of his shirt though, you frown. Unable to form words as he finally bottoms out inside you, you tug at the dark material of his shirt, hoping he gets the hint. Reluctantly taking his hands off of you, he maneuvers out of his shirt and tosses it on the floor with his jeans. Most of his chest is covered in ink and you find your eyes trailing the different designs as you rock your hips back and forth. You slide your hands down to rest on his abdomen, since there’s no tattoos there, and you can get a better view of the artwork above. A snake is curled near his right collarbone and a little beneath that there are some sort of wings, but you’re not sure if it’s meant to be an angel, a bird, or something else. On the left side of his chest there is a bird, and it looks like a crow. There’s also a small “E” down near his heart that you can only assume is for an old girlfriend. 

Jack starts rocking his hips up to meet yours and it has your mind completely forgetting about the tattoos as you close your eyes in pleasure. His hands feel rough where they rest on the skin of your waist, but it feels so good when he slides them around to the front and grabs your breasts. You give a particularly hard thrust of your hips when his thumb grazes over your right nipple. There’s a breathy chuckle below you as he sees how sensitive you are to his touch. 

“Feel good, huh?” Jack asks. Breaths becoming more shallow, you nod your head. That’s not good enough for him, though. He gently pinches your nipple, just enough to get your attention, not enough to hurt. “Use your words for me, pretty girl.”

“It’s good,” you say. “So fucking good.” 

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So deep,” you say through a moan. “You’re so big. I feel you everywhere.” It’s true. He’s definitely the largest you’ve ever been with, and in your position, it feels like he’s splitting you open. His arm wraps around your middle as he adjusts himself so he’s sitting up more, your faces closer together this way. As your eyes slip closed again, his lips settle on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily. His teeth graze your bottom lip and it causes you to moan into his mouth. 

“You’re close,” he says. It’s not a question, but a bonafide statement; he already knows your body all too well. “Cream my cock, pretty girl. Just let go f’me.”

The coil snaps as he thrusts into you harder and faster than before. He spills into the condom with a groan of your name but doesn’t pull out right away. You keep him inside you as the two of you catch your breath, coming down from your highs.

“I should go,” you murmur, realizing that there is no way in hell that Andrea won’t rat you out for coming in late and smelling of sex. “Could you give me a lift back to the Hideout so I can get my car?”

Jack nods, discarding the used rubber in a nearby waste bin as you get dressed. You start to look for your underwear before remembering how he destroyed it, and it has you getting wet all over again. 

He kisses you one last time in the bar parking lot. “Sorry I couldn’t stick around for round two,” you tease, “but maybe I’ll catch you here another time?”

“I sure fuckin’ hope so.”

You’re in your bedroom a few days later, frantically searching through your cassette collection for your favorite AC/DC tape. It’s not in the “As” section, where it would normally be, and you realize with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you’d left it at Eddie’s a few weeks ago.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter. He was the only one allowed to borrow it–you’d gotten it signed by Angus Young when you saw the band in concert, and it meant everything to you. You needed it back.

The drive to Eddie’s trailer seems to fly by, now that you’re dreading facing him. You knock on the door once to no answer, but his van is parked in front, so you knock again, louder this time.

“I need my AC/DC tape,” you snarl as soon as he opens the door.

He rubs his face, combing his fingers through his hair. “Can I drop it off later? And then maybe we can talk?” he asks meekly.

“No.” You shake your head and put out your hand. “Go get the tape and give it to me now.”

Eddie glances around the trailer nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Look,” he starts, “now’s really not a good time…”

You scoff. “Why? Are you fucking another one of my family members? A cousin or something?”

A brief look of hurt flashes across Eddie’s face. He shakes his head and looks down at his feet before meeting your eyes again. “No. No, I wouldn’t…” he trails off with a sigh, sensing it’s useless—and he’s right. “My dad’s here.”

That’s one of the last things you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows raise in shock as you stare at him. Eddie hadn’t seen his father in years. Didn’t want to, according to him, no matter how many times his dad reached out. The relationship was tumultuous to say the least, but you felt you never had the right to offer any advice since you couldn’t relate to his situation. And Eddie never asked, so you weren’t going to say anything. 

“Your dad?” you ask, just wanting to clarify. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says. He keeps speaking, but movement in the trailer behind him catches your eye. You blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing what you think you are. An airy giggle bursts out of you, drawing both the attention of Eddie and the man in the living room—Eddie’s father, apparently.

“What?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing in confusion. He looks behind him to see his dad, then back to you, unsure of what is making you laugh. “What’s so funny?”

Eddie’s dad stares at you, eyes widening as he comes forward to stand next to his son at the door. The shit-eating grin on your face must be confusing both of them, but it’s wholly impossible for you not to find this whole situation highly amusing. 

“Eddie?” his dad asks. “How do you know the pretty girl from the bar?”

Your ex-best friend’s gaze shoots to his father, head moving so fast that the curls whip around his head. Seeing them next to one another, you can see the resemblance. About the same height and build, same nose, and both covered in ink. Their curls are roughly the same color even if one has brown eyes and one has blue. 

“W-What?” Eddie asks, looking from his dad back to you.

“Hi, Jack,” you say, giving the older man a wink. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Eddie asks, the color draining from his face. You wait a beat while the realization sets in. “She’s…he’s…” He turns back to you. “You fucked my dad?”

You laugh, shrugging as you reply, “Guess so.” You waltz past your bewildered friend–ex-friend– grabbing Jack’s hand as you lead him back to Eddie's bedroom. 

“Wanna help me look for my tape?” you ask, hooking a finger through his belt loop and you bring your lips to whisper in his ear, “and maybe we can see about that round two?”

Jack grins, grabbing a handful of your ass as he follows you. “Looks like we found the next stop on our tour.”

[princessbrunette]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

thinking about older brother jj with younger siblings. a set of twins. one girl, one boy.

luke cleared off and left them with his oldest, typical. the boy is loud-mouthed, troubled, angry at only five years old. he’s always running off, little legs sprinting away from their little shack until jj easily catches up and carries him back to the house with a fistful of the back of his t-shirt. “nice try, bud. get your little ass inside, now.” he’s just a little ball of rage, mad that both his parents aren’t here anymore.

the little girl is the opposite. dark blonde hair like jj, but none of his characteristics. she’s quiet, advanced for her years intellectually, already able to read to a higher standard than any of her peers. she’s popes little best friend, always at his side quietly peering over his shoulder at his books. she’s a huge crybaby, and jj figures its because whilst she’s so smart on a book level— she just can’t work out why her mommy and daddy aren’t there anymore. jj gives her all his love and hopes it’s enough.

jj can’t afford a babysitter, so he’s constantly carting around the two five year olds — wrangling the boy and making sure the girl is okay at all times. they think their big brother is the coolest — driving them around in the twinkie with john b, yelling “pogues for life!” in little roars out the window.

as difficult as it is sometimes, it’s not all bad. they have their better moments, when the little boy is too tired to misbehave and the girl has pulled her nose out of a book— the three of them sat on the pier at sunset, the oldest boy pointing out boats and telling stories until the two of them fall asleep against him. he promises he’ll take them to disneyland one day like the kids on the youtube videos and it keeps them happy, despite the fact he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to afford it.

when it’s bad, it’s bad — jj often goes hungry to make sure the twins eat, standing at the doorway watching the two of them share their double bed, wiped out on the bed his father used to sleep on. he wonders how he’ll manage when they get older, bigger, need their own space. he couldn’t afford to move out of this old shack. there’s times the young boy had yelled, screamed the house down, running through the grass to get away from everything and jj nearly couldn’t bring himself to chase him, too overwhelmed and on the verge of breaking down himself. one look into the fearful eyes of his sweet little sister, and he would be taking off after him.

you come along and things get easier. you greet jj’s brother for the first time with a remote control car, and you’ve instantly won him over — jj’s mini-me having an obsession with all things vehicle. you pay equal attention to his little sister, having quiet time with just her on the porch painting eachothers toenails and giggling — even when she completely covers your feet in the shiny pink pink. jj falls deeper and deeper for you as he watches.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[xiefuyu]

Brother, I'm here.

-- Kurokawa Izana x little sister reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — implication of domestic abuse, hurt/comfort, FLUFF (fawking finally), thinking of murder (its valid i swear), your relationship with everyone is platonic!, not proofread

:a/n — guys, i love the kurokawa siblings /sighs fondly (wc: 2.8k)

— PT. 1 / PT. 2/PT.3/PT.4/PT.5

You woke up to another day where you’re being wrapped by warm arms and blankets. It never fails to put a small smile on you as you register. It's just your brother being clingy again.

When he first took you to his home and you woke up from exhaustion, tears and apologies were thrown to each other as you talked about things that are long overdue. Tears mostly belonging to you and apologies from him.

Despite wanting to prepare food for the both of you, your brother insisted on making meals and was just happy to let you watch because he’s right in the fact that you don’t know anything about Japanese cuisine.

Nevertheless, he made you promise him that you’ll cook him Filipino cuisine in the near future. For now, he’s like an excited kid about to show his parents something as he insisted on cooking homemade meals for you.

Today, you were promised to meet some of his close friends because he wanted you to interact with another being despite his unsurprisingly growing protectiveness over you.

So far, the only people who had the privilege to visit and see you were Kakucho, Mikey and Emma, albeit hesitantly because they didn’t know how you’ll react after what happened, Draken, the gentle almost bald boy, Takemichi and his girlfriend, Hinata.

You were curious about the tall braided man and the man who was in a ponytail and inquired about them to your brother but you saw how he frowned, clearly contemplating something before sighing and telling you that he’ll introduce them to you soon.

“Kuya, kuya.” you call out to his sleeping form, grinning when he grunted. “Kuya.” you call out again and just like any other day, you could hear gears turning in his head as he slowly opens his eyes and looks at you with slightly wide eyes.

It was as if he’s still not believing that you’re real and that he indeed has a blood-related family.

“Good morning! You promised me today that you’ll introduce me to your friends!” you excitedly said, shaking him with your grip on his arm. He sighs, nodding. “I know, Y/N, I know. Good morning to you, too.”

You hop off the bed, stretching, already feeling happy for the day.

Your doorbell rings and before you could even take a step to answer the door, you’re being pulled behind by Izana, him smiling down at you. 

“I’ll take it.”

You know it’s because he doesn’t trust anyone beyond the safe comfort of your house until he knows who it is.

“Oh, Kakucho.” you hear him faintly before standing outside from your bedroom.

“Kuya Kaku, hello.” you softly greeted with a bow. Everyone older than you had grown accustomed to the word Kuya. “Don’t be so formal, Y/N-chan.” he says, his tone just as soft as yours as he reaches for you to ruffle your hair.

But along the action, you flinched, closing your eyes a bit and stepping back, hands coming to protect your head.

Silence surrounded you as your face paled at what you did. It was on instinct, you swear, but that’s not the problem. You just protected yourself from a man who was nothing but nice to you and they will know that about the abuse! You don’t want that!

However, instead of questions, all you got was a soft pat in the head. 

You didn’t miss the look your brother and Kuya Kaku shared, though.

Izana wholeheartedly believed that your hands aren't aware of what violence is. He believed that you're just an innocent girl with her big doe eyes.

But as he watches you interact with the four heavenly kings plus Sanzu, he's hyper aware of your flinches every now and then whenever they make big gestures to accompany their stories.

Something ugly bubbles in him. Something familiar.

Rage.

He doesn't want to think about the reason behind your little actions that you're clearly trying to not act out.

He doesn't want to think about you crying helplessly as you beg the person to stop hurting you.

He doesn't want to think about the times you cried for his help.

But he knows that the truth always finds its way to shine despite being buried where the light doesn't reach. He knows he'll have a conversation with you.

Knows that he'll need to dig up painful memories for you to let it all out.

However, for now, he'll let you enjoy and let you take your time even though he'll surely drop hints for you to take and know that he wants to know everything about your life when he was still not present.

"Kuya Rin, can you tie my hair?" He hears you ask and sees the way Rindou blinks at you in confusion before pointing at himself. "Yes, you." you say, tilting your head.

Rindou looks at Ran who raises an eyebrow at him. "You don't want him to braid your hair instead?" You shake your head and laugh a little when Ran pouts.

"Kuya Ran can braid my hair next time. I want to have a matching hairstyle with Kuya Rin today." 

At that moment, the Haitani brothers shared the same sentiment.

"Should we snatch this little sister from Izana and make her our little sister instead?" (fondly)

But one feeling of Izana's murderous gaze on them was enough to throw the thought away. Not completely off the table, though.

"All right, come here." 

Despite your brother's hesitance, one that you don't understand why, to let you meet the Haitani brothers, he's happy to know that you're enjoying their presence.

Aside from being instantly comfortable with Kakucho, the Haitani brothers' presence was enough to make you feel comfortable, too. Maybe it's because Ran knows how to deal with younger kids but he got close with you rather quickly.

As for Rindou, he was afraid that you'll fear him because he doesn't know how to be expressive but you didn't hesitate calling him Kuya and smiling at him. 

If Ran is kind to you, you were so sure that Rindou will be kind, too, and you were right.

The others were big and looked strong but they all smiled softly at you albeit awkwardly when Izana introduced them. 

However, the masked person, Sanzu, hasn't spoken a word towards you and you think that he's not comfortable around your presence.

You slowly made your way towards Izana and tugs on his arm, interrupting his conversation with Kakucho and Shion.

"What is it? Are you hungry? Tired?" you shook your head with a smile. "Does that person ever talk?" you whispered to him after pointing at Sanzu. "I want to talk to him but he might not be comfortable interacting with others…"

Izana looks at Sanzu who's talking with Mucho and hums. It's not like he doesn't trust Sanzu but the guy only talks to Mucho and he's afraid he'll ignore you and hurt your feelings by doing so.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" he suggests, watching you purse your lips before nodding with a soft okay.

He doesn't get back to talking to Kakucho and Shion, opting to watch you make your way towards the long-haired boy.

"You're Kuya Haru, right?" you softly asked. You watch as Sanzu looks at you, glancing at Mucho for a bit before nodding. "You need something?" he asks, making you smile and you could see the confusion in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, it's just, it's my first time hearing you talk so I'm happy, I guess." you ranted, sitting besides him, eyes practically shining at him.

He gulps. It's been a while since he interacted with someone else lest a girl younger than him. You reminded him of Senju, for some reason.

"Your hair looks so healthy." you absentmindedly said, racking your gaze on his hair. "Thank you? Yours look fine." he says with a nod.

"Hey, Kuya Haru, I'm sorry if I'm being nosy but why do you wear a mask?" the question was whispered as if it's just meant for him to hear. 

Maybe it's because of that fact that he's aware of your efforts for your brother. Maybe it's because he also notices your subtle flinches whenever someone raises their hand.

But Sanzu found himself a little comfortable around you. Maybe he could let loose and trust you despite knowing your existence just days ago.

"I have scars." he says, the word 'ugly' wanting to bubble its way out of his mouth to accompany the word 'scars' but he stops them, popping said bubbles. He doesn't need you to know about his insecurities.

"Oh." he hears you say while nodding. "I have scars, too." you whisper to him and he knows that it's just a secret between you and him.

For now.

"Can I see them?" you gesture towards his face, smiling softly even though you're biting the inside of your cheek, afraid that you're stepping over a line.

However, Sanzu hooks his fingers on his mask and pulls it down for you to see.

You stare at two diamonds staring back at you that you didn't notice seconds had passed and your silence made Sanzu fidgety, opting to put his mask back on which pulled you out of your trance.

"I'm-I'm sorry for staring and I know this might sound insensitive or-or something along the line but they're so…mesmerising. You look so cool with them, Kuya." 

Your voice was laced with genuine admiration that Sanzu doesn't know what to do with it. "Aren't they…scary?" he asked after a few seconds of silence. You blinked rapidly at him, frowning.

"In what way? They're diamonds! They're treasures! Treasures aren't scary." you pout, "they're beautiful." you added, seemingly so full of positive things at how your perspective of things is different from his.

Your brother who's observing you smiles at your pout, thinking about how you're still just a child. With a sigh, he gets back to his conversation with the others and lets you be.

Meanwhile, your words echo in Sanzu's mind. 

"They're treasures. They're beautiful."

Never in his life did he think that way about his scars but your child-like innocence and your view about things was enough to calm his fear.

Why was he even feeling fear at the thought of you finding his scars ugly? At the thought of you being scared of him after seeing them?

Maybe it's because he, too, is longing for familial love. For acceptance from someone blood-related. And despite you not being one, you managed to give him what he was longing for.

Izana is lucky, he thinks. He has a little sister who did her everything just to meet him. A little sister so full of love despite the things that happened to her these past days.

While he had siblings; an older brother and a little sister who blamed him for every mistake and who was the cause of mistakes, respectively.

"Y/N, we're going." you hear your brother say and you nod, standing up from where you are beside Sanzu. "Thank you for showing your diamonds, Kuya Haru!" you say, waving goodbye at him.

Underneath the mask, he smiles, the phantom pain of his scars dulling.

"Kuya, do you know any job around here that accepts kids my age?" you questioned. You and your Kuya are currently walking through the streets with you clinging on to his arm.

"I don't and even if I do, why would I tell you?"

"Kuya, I just want to work."

"How funny." that made you pout, punching him with your free hand. "I'm serious!" you protest.

"You don't have to work, Y/N. What made you think I'll let you? Enrol in school instead." you contemplate his suggestion with how serious he sounded.

"You know what, I'll enrol you whether you like it or not." 

"Hey! I'm still thinking! And besides, I can work instead to help wi-"

"None of that." When you look down, he sighs silently and stops walking, turning his body to you as much as he can because of you clinging to his arm.

"Y/N, I am aware that you got used to working and that you want to help with finances but let me tell you that I am more than capable enough to handle it. You don't have to sacrifice your youth for the both of us, yeah?" he softly says.

"And let you sacrifice yours, instead?" you pettily asked back. He just chuckles at your tone.

"What are you talking about? If my youth meant looking after you then it's not a sacrifice. I'm your brother, your Kuya, Y/N, don't forget that."

You're not sure when you started to cry but you just became aware of it when your brother chuckles and wipes your cheeks. "Well, aren't you a crybaby?" he teases.

"Shut up, Kuya." you whine, pushing him away despite you still clinging to his arm. He just hums, smiling. He knows he won when you sigh and he felt more victorious compared to when he and his gang won a battle.

You’re not sure how it came to this. All you know is that things escalated quickly and now you’re sitting in front of your brother who’s holding your hands, calming you down with his soft tone and shushes. 

With apologies that’s not supposed to come out from his mouth because he did nothing wrong.

Again, it was just instinct.

The both of you were at the kitchen earlier, helping each other to cook. You briefly remember his instructions to get something from the fridge but for some reason, your hand decided to be clumsy and drop whatever you were holding. 

Fear immediately made its way to you as you looked at your brother with pure horror in your eyes, his image becoming that of your mother, your memories playing with you. The next thing you know, you’re sitting on the ground, crying and shaking your head, apologies nonstop coming out of your mouth as you slink away from Izana.

His voice went static in your brain as you closed your eyes when he walked closely without hesitation and all of the sudden, you’re getting lifted up for a few seconds before you feel the soft mattress underneath you. Your trembling hands are now being cradled by rough yet soft ones.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay, bubs.” you hear him saying, thumb caressing the back of your hands. “Breathe with me, please. You’re doing great.” your breath stutters as you try to breathe with him but his encouragement did its wonders to help you calm down.

With your vision now clear, you realise it’s not your stepmother in front of you but your brother who’s looking at you with worry and love.

Without hesitation, you lunged yourself at him, hugging him tightly as you sob in his chest quietly. He lets you wet his clothes with your tears and snot, reassurance falling from his lips like waterfalls; nonstop.

After a while, you stop and comfortable silence drapes its own on the both of you. “Take your time. We can talk about it like this.” you knew it’s him softly demanding you to tell him about everything. Days have passed with you flinching now and then and he’s nothing but patient with you. 

With a shaky breath, you start your story.

Izana sat there with you in his arms, closing his eyes now and then to calm himself from the rage bubbling in him. He wants to go to the Philippines and commit another murder but he has you now and he doesn’t want you to be alone once again.

When you finish, he squeezes you and kisses the crown of your head. “You did so great holding on. Thank you for holding on. As selfish as it sounds, I’m happy you endured all of that and looked for me.” he sounded like he’s about to cry but you didn’t look at him to confirm.

“Kuya became my purpose and reason for living after I heard that you exist…” you confess. He was rendered speechless. While he was busy planning to take away someone’s purpose and reason, someone’s sanity and light, you were out there making him your raison d'etre.

Indeed, he’s too lucky and never in his life did he felt so grateful to the world for giving him this life other than this moment.

He knows you still have a long way to get over your traumas but he promises that he’ll be there along the way, holding you tight against the safety of his arms. 

He had been a big brother to people who were not his real siblings. But right now, he’s a big brother once again. This time, to a blood-related sister.

More importantly, he’s your big brother.

He could never ask for more.

The door to his apartment opens, causing Izana to whip his head in its direction. A smile made its way to his lips, ignoring his friends' greeting to you as he looked at you fondly. You were smiling widely back at him with all your glory, your school uniform adoring you as he waits patiently for the phrase he’s always looking forward to hear,

“Kuya, I’m here!”

A/N: I ain't putting "the end" because i'm sure i'll still add headcanons for this but at the same time, this is kinda the "ending" of this series! thank you so much for reading :'>

@bontensbabygirl

[buckysgrace]

Steve Harrington Headcanons

These are just what I picture, nothing written in stone <3

Was a surprise baby. I think his parents were both near or at their thirties when he was born? His mom really struggled with getting pregnant so he was her one and only <3

Looks just like his dad but has his mama's big brown eyes. She would pinch his little cheeks and call him her little Booboo.

Very colicky and whiny baby. Only ever wanted to be held. I also think he was born a little early, just a smidge delayed when it came to meeting his milestones

Definitely was a mama's boy when he was little. They sort of drifted apart when she put more attention towards his dad to sort out their marriage issues.

His dad has a bad tendency of sleeping around. I could definitely see Steve having some secret siblings that he doesn't ever know about.

He was an ornery kid, full of energy and was unable to stay still. He also played a lot of sports, so his parents weren't bothered by him

His dad absolutely locked their bedroom door and kept Steve's far apart so he couldn't crawl into bed with them.

Was spanked a lot as a little kid because he couldn't sit still. The wooden spoon was his dad's weapon of choice.

Officially got a nanny/babysitter when his father forgot to pick him up hours after baseball practice ended. Finally ended up walking home but got in trouble for that as well

Really struggled with reading, well mainly all through his school career. His letters just tend to get mixed up.

Struggles with organization. If he's writing a paper, he needs to jot down his thoughts before he forgets them. Thus why some parts don't fit into the right spot.

I think teachers were sort of assholes to him?? He was definitely a goofy/class clown type so I think when he was actually struggling in school they thought he was just trying to be funny

Okay listen... he was absolutely a shit in school. He was rich, in good health and handsome. He was playing up to the hierarchy shit. For sure had a coming to Jesus moment later but yeah he was an ass

Although I do think he was usually all talk, no bite. Probably did his fair share of shoving or tripping to be funny. The few altercations that turned physical were usually solved by his former muscle, Tommy.

Oh Tommy. Best friends since they were in preschool. Both of them were always assigned into the same learning groups. Tommy also struggled a lot with his reading so they meshed really well together.

Sticks his tongue out if he's concentrating hard on his school work. Tommy has yanked on it more than once.

He counts with his fingers!!! Ask him what 8 + 2 is and he has to count on his fingers just to be sure.

Teachers dreaded getting them in class lol. Purposely worked out their schedules so they were nearly identical.

You could move Steve but he was still going to find whomever was near him to speak to/be loud with.

I feel like Tommy had specific genre of movies that he enjoyed, which was 100% monster movies. They watched a ton of old Godzilla movies (although Steve will never, ever admit to it)

Rip if you were on the opposite team and they were playing dodgeball. They showed no mercy during dodgeball.

His dad probably doesn't think Steve will amount to much. I think his dad is really smart as is his mom so Steve doesn't quite fit in with his struggles??

Will ramble for hours about something he is interested in (also speaks with his hands a lot). Be prepared tho he jumps from point A to D back to B and it's just all over the place

Really good at bowling and will brag about it

Very judgmental but he's trying to work on it

I think he can sober up fairly quickly?? Gets all flushed when he drinks tho. Will suggest karaoke.

When he smokes weed he's so giggly. Squinting eyes and a dopey smile the whole time. Thinks everything is hilarious. Do not leave food around him, he will hog it and eat it all

Questions everything during movies. Will barely get through 5 minutes in a movie before he has to ask about something.

You need your back cracked? Steve is your guy. He will twist you into a pretzel to get that spot that's bothering you tho

Terrible at gambling. Does not have a poker face. Also a pretty shitty liar.

Likes raisins. Also loves prunes. And eggs. Grape juice is his favorite. Well, grape flavored anything is his favorite.

If it's 3 am and he's hungry he is chowing down on a slice of bread and a block of cheese.

Prefers goat milk over cow milk

Has terrible allergies. Speaking of, if he's sick? the biggest baby. He cannot take of himself. Probably because he had to do it for so long as a child.

Fuck ankle socks. Fuck them. He will burn them on fire.

Master s'more maker

Took cooking classes on the down low. Fairly good now that he's done so

Anything that his partner likes he will definitely begin to like

Falls asleep on his tummy a lot. He also drools but gets embarrassed if you point that out

Stopped shaving once he was no longer on the swimming team. Won't admit it but does enjoy it if you run your fingers through his chest hair.

He always has long conversations with you before he falls asleep. His eyes are usually closed and he's on the brink of passing out, but he likes listening to you speak.

Hated reading for the longest time. Finally gets into it for real later in life when he realizes he's only punishing himself by thinking of the past.

A love letter boy. He does have a dictionary on standby to triple check that he has spelt everything correctly. Loves to talk on the phone too. If you're calling him you best be setting aside at least two hours because he will be updating you on every little thing.

Terrible at drawing. He could not draw a stick figure to save his life.

Was forced into music lessons as a kid. He is really good playing the piano. Also knows how to play the violin. Does sing in the shower (and is good at it)

Wants a big family because he doesn't want his kids to feel lonely like he was. He is much better in handling kids when they're a little more grown, rather than itty bitty.

More of a dog person but that's because he swears up and down there was a stray cat with one eye that would sit outside his window and stare at him at night.

[emeraldtart]

Descendants AU where the villains are surprisingly good parents. Out of spite but then it turned genuine.

It started off with some of the good characters of Auradon said that its impossible for villains to love or even comprehend what love is.

You know what the villains think? Aight, bet.

Some of the villains are genuinely good parents, like Hades since he is the god with the less shenanigans out of the entire pantheon.

Since this is an AU, I've thought of making Mal close with the Underworld family rather than being directly related to Hades (maybe she's very distantly related, some generations back from her father's side?)

Hadie's real name was Zagreus, but since he looks after his father a lot other villain parents calls him Hadie as a nickname. When he reached adolescence only the adults knows his real name.

Hades and Captain Hook might be the best dads on the island, and they have a friendly rivalry on who's the top dad on the island is.

Spoiler, it was Facilier who won that title.

Captain Hook is probably one of the first to be on board the idea of trying to raise a child (or three) properly, because his nemesis is a boy who brings children to a dangerous island and 'thins them out' when they get older, of course he'd grow a conscience.

Hook's wife lives in our world, along with their three children, but when the barrier was erected the magic pulled the children to the Isle.

His wife also happens to be Mary Darling's sister, which make Wendy and her brothers cousins with the Hook kids.

The Hook siblings' mother never knew what happened to them. She thinks that The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up took them as revenge for being bested by Hook long ago.

Hook having his three children (Harriet, Harry and CJ) suddenly ended up on his bed at three in the morning surely isn't how he expects fatherhood to come back to him.

Mal is technically the oldest Villain Kid on the Isle, because she was a dragon fae she came from an egg, and her egg was laid more than a century before the villains were banished to the Isle of Lost.

Her egg was supposed to hatch about 100 years ago, but due to the whole fiasco with Sleeping Beauty and some of the fairies hating what Maleficent did, they cursed her egg so it won't hatch until Sleeping Beauty woke up.

And the fact that the father was a human and there was no magic on the Isle rises the possibility of the child dying within the shells of their egg.

It caused Maleficent so much grief during that 100 years time. Even when she was banished she worries that the people of Auradon were right; she doesn't know how to love. That's why her child don't hatch.

Mal's birth was the greatest thing to happen to Maleficent, next to the happier times in her past.

The Evil Queen/Grimhilde is best friends with Maleficent. She was by Maleficent's side when she was grieving the fate of her unhatched child.

Grimhilde is the best at gossip because of her mirror.

She and Cruella probably make a living on making children clothes.

Gaston probably struggled in how to take care of children. Before, he wanted boys yes, so he can teach them how to hunt and be a man. But when he realised that parenthood started even before the child is born he knew he needed help.

Unfortunately none of the villain dad group could help Gaston with his horrible naming scheme.

At least Gil was spared from the confusing fate of sharing his name with his dad.

Ursula also needs help when raising Uma, since she has no idea how to raise a half-mer daughter.

She figured it out, mostly. But sometimes Uma just went and do some of the weirdest things that are neither Merfolk things nor human things. Eventually the entire island just chalk it up to an average child's weirdness.

Jay and Carlos are neighbours, and they stick to each other's sides, thick as thieves. Carlos sometimes take scrap fur and sew them into a blanket they use for fort.

The Core Four and Sea Three are friends, although the shrimp accident happened because Gil's brothers think it'd be funny.

That was the day the island learned that Mal has way too many teeth in her mouth and too little reason not to use them.

When Ben became king and asked the Isle children to come to Auradon, he doesn't realise what he had brought to the kingdom.

Harry asked Smee in forging three more letters so the Sea Three can go to Auradon too.

Mal made a magic copy of the original letter and printed it to avoid magic detectors.

Jay swapped the fake with the original, and nobody realise that there aren't supposed to be seven Isle kids in the kingdom.

Ben did and asked why there's seven of them, to which Carlos said, "What do you mean? Of course there's seven of us, it says so in the letter. Everyone of us gets it,"

There's still plot with Audrey being bitter with her breakup, but instead of the entire island save the cast falling asleep, everyone (on Auradon and Isle of Lost) falls asleep and the Core Seven has to navigate the dreams and reach Audrey.

Maybe the Core Seven sees their parents' lives before the Isle.

Maybe at one point they end up in London, somehow the magic Audrey used connected them to that world via Hook's wife.

[ghostofhyuck]

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

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“You’re too excited.”

“Of course! It’s been so long!”

“It’s only been a year.”

“You’re ruining my moment Jisung,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your boyfriend who seems to be unfazed with your attitude. Jisung continued driving until you saw the familiar road that leads to your home.

Finally, after a year of being out of the country, you’re finally home! You missed your family, your hometown, and of course, your boyfriend Jisung who had to endure a year of phone calls, messages, and video calls.

Jisung parked the car in front of your front yard and you immediately jumped out of the passenger seat so that you could knock on the gates to inform your family that you’re here.

The gates opened and you were welcomed by your bone-crushing hug from your family. Your siblings are eager to know what you’ve bought for them as souvenirs while your parents just wanted you to go inside and eat the meal that they prepared for you.

Jisung followed you quietly, helping you by carrying your luggages and bags back and forth from the trunk of his car.

“Jisung, stay here for a while okay? Join us for lunch would you?” your mother said, patting the taller guy’s back. Although you two have been childhood friends and lovers for years, he still gets shy around your family.

“It’s fine auntie, but my mom asked me to run some errands,” he apologised then he looked at you, smiling apologetically. “I’ll pick you up later okay? Go rest for a while.”

“It’s okay! I want to rest too, go now!”

“Bye, love you!” Jisung tells you one last time before bidding goodbye to your family.

“Ah, that little kid never changed,” your mother comments, making you smile.

“Why? Still the same Jisung who taught me how to ride a bike?” you joked.

“Yeah, still the same Jisung who was shy when he picked you up for prom,” your father teased.

“Oh my god, not that one!” you exclaimed, making your family burst into laughter.

You spent the remaining time of the day sharing stories about your out-of-the-country experiences with your family. Truth to be told, you couldn’t help but keep smiling the whole day because you’re back home. Everything feels so warm especially because the people you hold dearly are here.

Exhaustion didn’t hit you until you lay down on your bed. Your mother even changed the sheets just so you could sleep comfortably. They didn’t remove the posters on the wall, the designs and trinkets that you think will brighten up your room. Seeing that your childhood home hasn’t changed, you drift off to sleep.

You woke up and realised that it was already night, your room was dark and quiet, making you get up from your bed and open the lights of your room. You scratched your eyes due to the blinding lights, aimlessly walking around your room and trying to sink into you that you’re finally home.

Your eyes caught the polaroid of you and Jisung during your prom night. You laughed as you saw how ugly your prom dress was and how tacky Jisung looked at his oversized tuxedo, but it was cute and you two looked so young. It reminds you of how long you two have been together.

Speaking of Jisung, you fished out your phone to check if he has any messages to you and to your surprise, there’s none.

Perhaps he was too busy with their store. You know how much his family relies on him and him having the time to pick you up at the airport means that he managed to take time for you.

It’s not like you’re in a rush, you know that both of you have a lot of time in this world, so you decided that this day can be a time for your family. Dinner was great and you couldn’t help but cry in glee because it’s been so long ever since you ate your mother’s home-cooked meals.

Around eight in the evening, Jisung sends you a message.

“At this hour?” your father asked warily.

“Oh come on now, it’s not like you’re used to it,” your mother interferes, glancing at you and smiling. “Just make sure to get home by twelve.”

You only smiled at them and went out. You decided to wait for Jisung outside rather than inside, you hugged your body for warmth as you remember how chilly it can be in your hometown during night.

“Look at this idiot,” a jacket draped around you making you turn around.

“We could’ve just waited for tomorrow,” you told him, taking off the jacket and wearing it in a more comfortable manner.

“But I miss you,” Jisung confesses, and one thing about your boyfriend is that he seldom uses words. “And don’t you want a bit of reminiscing? Just like when we were young.”

“Well, I hope that the convenience store is still open at this hour,” you giggled.

“Of course it is! Shall we?” he holds out his hand and as you hold onto it, he kisses it first before tugging you away.

“Since when are you this bold?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve always been like this,” he confidently said.

“No you’re not, you’re my shy boyfriend who’s too nervous to hold my hands during our first date,” you taunted.

“I was seventeen, give me a break,” Jisung laughs.

You only laughed as you two continued walking around. Jisung was right, it was the perfect time to reminisce. You couldn’t help but remember back when you two were younger, you two would sneak out late at night to buy food from the only open convenience store around your place.

Nothing has changed and yet as you look at Jisung, you see the small five year old Jisung who became your first friend in the neighbourhood. Now he's a brooding man who’s a foot taller than you, with his deep voice and good looks, you couldn’t help but to let out a laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing,” you told him. “I’m just glad to be back.”

Jisung lets go of your hand and places his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and proceeding to kiss the top of your head.

“Me too, I’m glad that you’re here again.”

[yjwfiles04]

a d m i s t o f c h a o s .

pairing: idol!jungwon × afab!reader | deliberately lowercased.

word count: 3,872 words

synopsis: you were just an ordinary student living a not so ordinary life and also a fangirl of a kpop idol boy group named "enhypen". you were just living your boring life ever since summer vacation had started. then suddenly; your so called 'idols' suddenly showed up in your place.

genre: idol au (?), angst, comfort, fluff

warnings: mentions of past traumas, rape, touching, cheating, rebel, sickness, crying, sobbing, kissing, and more ! (lmk)

author's note: hellooo! this is my first time writing here and i wrote this story based in my dream ㅠㅠ, it may not be exactly the same as what i've dreamed of because i changed few things in the story, cuz ya know that dreams can be a little bewildering and things were just convoluted in there. so yea, hope you enjoy reading and please like and reblog this, pretty please? >_<

ever since vacation has started, all you did was to stay up all night, watch tiktoks, reels, read, draw, eat, and sleep. very typical for an ordinary person who've anxiety interacting with people. aside from those things people says 'boring', you also spend your time stanning enhypen. voting on the awards they participated in, watching their contents, and basically supporting and loving them. you sometimes go biking around your neighborhood with your friend for productivity and simply to be free just for a moment, cause life's not very considerate when it comes to you.

your family runs a sports tailoring shop in the city and there where your family stays. the first floor is where the shop is and the second floor is where you guys sleep. actually, your family have a house, but it's quite far from where the lives of people were running so your parents decided to just stay in the shop so it can be convenient for all.

aside from that, you may have a very tortuous and unique siblings. you are the youngest child in your family, two older brothers and a sister. accordingly, you have an eldest brother who is already married and had a daughter, your sister who is also married and had two sons, a brother who's a year older and just got over a breakup, and there you are; a girl who is obsessed with seven men who doesn't know you (?) and never been in a relationship.

when you were a little, everything seems to go well. of course, you were just a child, they were going to keep things from you because firstly, you won't really gonna understand, secondly; to prevent you from hurting, or so you thought? but then pandemic hits, and nearly all things changed. the kid who's just a kid abruptly has to face affliction, distress, adversity, suffering, misfortune, and sorts of hardships. you were just a kid, a kid who didn't do anything to deserve those... and that experiences, made you different. someone they don't really know, even you yourself at some times don't know who you really are. no one to talk to about what's happening deep down there in your life cause you're afraid they'll judged you, but even if not, they were busy worrying about their own problems. apart from that, you're not a very open person when it comes to problem matter. moreover for almost infinite disasters you've faced and facing, you thought you were just going to be stuck in that place forever, but then you find not just some to escape the admist of chaos in your life. enhypen, a group of men who saves you, made you strong and brave through their motivations, story, and songs.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .

after a long physically and mentally exhausting day, you hurriedly cleaned up and hopped on your bed at the top in the bunk bed you and your brother shared. you decided to draw on your sketchbook since you're bored so you took out your phone and find inspiration on pinterest. laying whilst scrolling, you find a drawing of jungwon; a kpop idol you adore and love deeply and find solace of. that catches your interest so you click it and eventually, you decided to draw him. while you're in the middle drawing him, the sleepiness inside you suddenly awoken so you put down your mechanical pencil and doze off, the left side of your face on the top of your right hand while laying flat on your stomach.

you got woken up by the noises downstairs so you decided to go down and check why is it so noisy, you didn't fully go down, just a few steps from the door of the second floor. and just to see the tall men sitting in the seating area of the shop. you rubbed your eyes and go down a few steps more, you were nonplussed by what you see. so you tried to rubbed your eyes more harshly, and when that didn't work, you slap yourself hard enough reasoning for the people downstairs to notice you.

"aww, that hurts," you said to yourself and looked at them again. it hit you, you aren't hallucinating. so you hurriedly go back and lie down on your bed. "what the actual freak?!" you mutter. then someone pulled the curtain that covers you and your bed. "y/n, why won't you go down? they are waiting for you," your mom says. "is that really enhypen?!" said you and scratches your head. "does it look like you're dreaming? take a shower and get dressed so you won't look like a beggar, they have been waiting for you," she says and leaves you.

turmoil still lingers but you did what your mother told you to do. you wear a white shirt with an oversized plaid fannel shirt and a jeans that matches your outfit. as you go downstairs, their attention went on you. you immediately go to the corner where they can't see much of you, looking down straight away. "hey, y/n, don't be bashful. we won't bite," you look up and see jay smiling at you but agitatedly look down. "we came here for you so if you don't come here, our efforts just to see you will end in nothing," heeseung says in a gentle tone but with a jot of irony. feeling fensive, you unconfidently walk towards them eyes stuck on the floor. as you got closer to them and stands still like a statue,

a hand grab yours and drags you to sit beside them. you can tell whose hand is it by just looking at it through your line of site. you know that hand too well to know whose is it. looking at the owner of the hand, you know yourself you're right. it's his hand, the hand of the person who gives you comfort, you can feel him, it's jungwons hand. you looked at him with awe, reverence, hero worship, fondness, tenderness, intimacy, warmth, and you name it. all sorts of love and adornments while you scrutinize over him. he's such an eyesome. no words could describe how you feel at this moment. "it's nice to see you, y/n," he says and flash a smile that shows his dimple. oh you swear to the ones above, it's so surreal.

you smiled back but then again, realization smacks at you, "w-what are you guys doing here?" you said while looking around confused. "that doesn't matter why we're here, what matter's we're here... for you," jake glance and grins at you. you look at them one by one because no matter what process you do in your mind you can't match the puzzles of why they're here. "y/n, don't think too much about why we're here, we don't want to stress you out, hmm?" ni-ki says to make you calm down. you agreed, you don't want to stress yourself about the complexities that are happening right now. the salient here is to make the most of the moment that are here now, right?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .

following the haywire circumstances, enhypen asks you what you wanted to do for the day, you can't think of anything because you don't actually do anything sensible every day since the vacation had commenced. hence, all you could think of is... riding a bike?? (what?)

"you sure you want... to ride a bike?" sunghoon said while scratching the back of his head. he didn't expect you to take them for a bike ride because honestly, he expected something bigger. but of course, as a boring human being you are, that's something big you could think of. and besides, you don't want to ask something materialistic to them, that'll be too much you think. "yeah, this is all i could think of at this moment, i'm so sorry if i disappointed you guys," saying that, you smiled bitterly at them. "n-no, i didn't mean anything by that–", "don't mind him, y/n, he really wants to ride a bike and he's just too perplexed to see you," sunoo interrupted sunghoon then grabs your hand to get the bikes for the both of you.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .

what all you did for today was roamed around your town, and when every single one of you were tired, you thought of having a mini picnic for a while by the river where there weren't many people as per the sunset's gradually showing out. after that you thought of inviting them to the fair with you, as it's getting dark; the rides and playgrounds there will be lit up and and little by little, people started going there to wander around. you all enjoyed going there, you played different games like shooting the ball, darts, and so on. heeseung and jay won a teddy bear and they gave it to you, saying it was a remembrance. y'all also ride different types of rides such as the vikings, mini roller coaster, horror train where others told you they weren't scared but when y'all got inside they screamed their lungs out, and more rides. of course when some were hungry each of you decided to eat, you ate dinner there since there were many choices and places to eat.

you can't help but to be amused by this moments with them, even though it's not vain, it's ecstatic.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .

after a long magical exhausting day with them, they insisted you come with them to spend the night at the condominium they rented so they could still spend time with you, you have no idea why your family agreed to that but they did. you all managed to watch the movie because you weren't sleepy yet.

while watching, "do you think this will be the finale?" said sunoo abruptly.

despondency etched on his face. you couldn't help but to be stupefied looking at the big screen. "guess everything doesn't lasts forever..." ni-ki answered deeply. it makes you think, that what if, after all the convival you spent together, will it end just like that?

does joy doesn't take long to fade when it comes to you?

you smiled, but the pain is etched in your smiles. nothing lasts forever. forever is a lie. all we have is what's between hello and goodbye. yeah, that's right. forever is not in the vocabulary of the ones above when it comes to you. it's waggish, very very.

tears coming from your eyes, "ey c'mon! it's just a movie, don't fall that easily!" sunghoon says but he's also tearing up. "that's right. of course there's forever. that's not just where forever revoles," jungwon replied and looks at you while you wipe your tears. "okay, okay, let's go to sleep, maybe y'all cry again later," heeseung says and laughs slightly. y'all stand up.

"so... y/n, goodnight?" jake said. "hmm, i guess. goodnight?" you replied. you hugged them one by one, and when you hugged them all except jungwon, you looked at him with bit doubt, nervous to hug him. he gave you an assurance look and take your wrist. then he place it on his back as he places his on your waist. at that moment all you feel is alleviation and solace. you deepen the hug by putting your other hand on his back and he did that as well. after a moment, both of you break the hug and didn't say anything.

"now, let's sleep. goodnight sweetie y/n, see ya?" jake said while yawning, they bid goodbye and went to their rooms so you went in to yours too.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .

since you entered your room, you tried to sleep but no matter what position you took you couldn't fall asleep. because you had nothing to do, you remembered that the condominium has a balcony in the living room where you watched earlier so you thought of going there.

when you got there you saw the glass door was slightly open in the middle, there was a little air coming in causing the curtains to sway a little. you approached it and opened it, there you saw the lights coming from the city and some lights that were on from another condominium. the wind brushes over you. you can also see the pool at the bottom without people cause it's already dark, what caught your attention was the big moon focused on you, the moon is full, and its light is strange along with some shining stars. the moon also works as another ambient light.

you sat on the corner of the balcony and hugged your knees feeling the breeze. all of a sudden, you zoned out looking at the big round moon in front you. you can't help but to shed tears. everything you've been through comes back to you like strike of lightning. all of the suffering returns like a ghost. with everything you've been through, you've handled it, you've been able to handle it on your own. but no matter what you do, they never let you go, the problem's always there, you're like a prey that they keep coming back to hunt. and now you look like a crying child who's sobbing her heart out.

"y/n..." a worried voice called out to you. startled, you wiped your tears and stood up to see who it was. "jungwon–w-what are you doing here?" you swallowed when you said that. "i-i was just going to get some water but then i saw the door was slightly open so i looked to see if anyone is here" he said and also swallowed his own saliva. "a-are you okay?" he looks at you concerned but you just ignored it. "ha... i'm just venting here, i can't sleep–", "you know you can tell me anything, right?" he approached you a little causing you to suddenly get panicked. "h-huh? d-don't worry about me, i'm totally fine–" next thing you knew, he's hugging you.

"even if you say you're fine, i feel like you're not. you can admit that to me, i understand you. and if not, i will understand you… i will try to."

and when he said that, the tears that you'd been holding back since he arrived just plunged. and now, you're a crying mess on his chest. "you can tell me everything, i will listen." as he said stroking your hair. after a few moments of silence and all could hear was your sobbing, you decided to tell a him everything.

"i-i was just a kid... w-when, all the disasters happened..." you start. "at a young age, at a young age i witnessed my mom being hurt because of my father... not physically but i know in her heart, she was hurting... ever since my mom went abroad to support my older siblings, that's when my fater cheated... me and my other older brother were not there yet, so my eldest brother and sister are the ones who e-experienced the suffering from my dad. the worst of the hardships they suffered because my shameless father took in his mistress in our home. took almost every furniture so my older siblings find it hard to survive, almost all of our equipment ended up in his mistress..." you explained.

"but you know what hurts? he touched my freaking sister w-while mom was not there. you know? not only that, apart from some of his attachments, he had a c-child with his other mistresses." i cried while holding his shirt on his chest. "he took drugs, became a drunkard, a womanizer. i grew up witnessing and knowing them because my mother made me aware. and... a-and when the pandemic came... that's when i collapsed like a cliff... i was just sleeping... i'm still young, still young. i woke up to find him on top of me, rubbing his body against me."

there your crying got louder and louder. jungwon didn't say anything even though he was shocked by what you said, instead he hugged you tighter to ease what you're feeling. "i t-told that to my m-mom, she said... she said we she's going to make my dad go to jail, b-but, but it didn't happen... now, now w-we are still living with him under the same roof."

"because of him my life is ruined... j-jungwon, my life is ruined because of him. i don't know how to move forward. because every time i see him, everything comes back... everything. everything i used to do changed. i'm also afraid to wear short clothes, afraid getting close to m-men. then... other than that, various things happened between me and my family... jungw-won, i'm so tired and i don't i know what to do... i don't know how to resolve it." you pulled your hair and continued to cry.

"j-just after those, something... s-something happened with me and my brother. it was also night and i was sleeping peacefully... when i felt my brother behind me and was hugging me... i don't know if it's because of my trauma that am I so s-scared but i feel that he's touching me, i-i told that to my mom again but she just ignored it, she said it's normal for siblings... i know, maybe, but i'm not used to it... only you guys make me feel comfortable... especially y-you. then b-because of that, i thought of running away, they didn't know where i went, they called me by the phone... but i d-didn't answer. t-the river we went to? there was i went, t-they didn't know that place. but because i-i was afraid that if something happens to my mom while she's finding me, so i said i was there, i told my m-mom and she went to see me. she cried, and i didn't mean to make her cry but i want to go away, i want to leave to feel the freedom i've been longing. i don't want to hurt them, i didn't want them to think i'm a rebel, but what can i d-do... that's when i also realized that my sister became a rebel because of what happened to her... n-now, that's not just the only problem i'm having..."

"we're financially unstable and mom is getting old, m-my side line job is not enough to support my c-collage... mom is s-sick, but i can't do anything, i-i want to help her, treat her. b-but i was raised not to be able to express feelings and c-care. i want to h-help her but i just can't. i want to fin-ish my studies but it's hard if we're short on money a-and mom's income is just enough for daily expenses. h-how can i help her in the future if I'm not sure if i have a future. jungwon, i'm s-so tired... i don't know anymore..." your tears didn't have time to dry because they kept flowing.

after you told your story there was huge silence, jungwon just let you cry and pour out your feelings. after what you've said he didn't feel any disgust, irritation, or anything else. he tried to understood you, and even if he didn't feel what you were feeling he understood you. he's there for you, that's the least he's done and could do for you. to be there for you and be your companion thru these tears.

when you calmed down you let go of the hug and looked at him. "thank you, thank you for listening and for not letting me feel my story's nonsense. and for trying to understand me. i am very grateful to you, jungwon." i smiled at him and he wiped my tears.

he smiled back. "shh... i'm here because i want to be the person you can lean on." he holds your right hand and kissed it. at this moment you really know thay he's your solace, a person who you find comfort to. a person who you can tell everything without judgment. a person who try to understand you. a person who's your everything. you love him, so so damn much.

he hugged you once again and broke the hug. you were surprised when he suddenly brought out a box and opened it infront of you. "a necklace?" asked you, he nodded and took it out the box. "i want you to keep this for me. this will serve as your protection whenever I'm not around and whenever you need someone to be with you in what you're going through and what you've been through." he looked at you and slowly attached the necklace. he couldn't help but to smile at the sight of you. you're gorgeous.

he then puts his hands to your cheecks comes closer a bit. "can i?" he asked, asking for assurance.

you nodded, and there he slowly brings his face closer to you until there's no space. he kissed you so gently as if you're something so pure to him and he didn't want to hurt. he kissed you without sexual desire, just full benevolent and endearment. you feel at cloud nine. he then removed his hand from your cheeks and placed it on your waist as you placed your hands on his neck. the kiss deepened and... and... what?...

"y/n, wake up! prof. kim's mad!" said the voice near you. huh? because you haven't woken up and that person shook you. "oh come on, y/n. do you want to be put in detention?" it mutter. when you didn't respond, the person in front speaks loud, "ms. y/n why are you sleeping in my class?!"

you got irritated so you replied loudly, "what?!" the person who tried to wake you up is rather shocked and so is the other students.

"that's it, ms. y/n to the principals office after class. you're already sleeping in my class and now you have the face to scream like that." the professor says who happens to be mr. kim. you looked at the person next to you and saw your best friend. it looks at you like a ghost.

it was all just a dream? wtf?

after the class, apologized to your best friend for how you've acted and immediately packed your things to head to the principals office, when you open your bag you saw a teddy bear you swore wasn't there. "did you put this here?" you asked your best friend who's also packing her stuff.

"no? why would i put that there?" she replied. "maybe you have an admirer," you just look at her confused then suddenly you remember from your dream that you did go to a fair and two people gave a teddy bear to you, it's exactly the same teddy in your dream. then again, you remembered the necklace so you look at them in your bag but there's nothing to be found.

you almost jumped out of your body when you realized that there was a glowing pendant around your neck so you touched it.

"nice necklace, where did you get that?" your best friend asks, and from that moment you became a cement. how can these things be here if you never had anything like this...

could it be real?... isn't that just a dream?

[jae-bummer]

The Epitome of Okay

Request: can i get a christopher bang and #12. thank yooou!

Prompt:

12) Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Your sister hates me," you muttered, trying to adjust yourself in Chan's bed.

"My sister doesn't haaate you," he hummed from his pallet on the floor beside you. "She just takes awhile to warm up to people."

"She knows, Chris," you grumbled, flopping over moodily so you could face where he was laying. "I don't know how, but she does."

Your stomach felt hollow as you replayed the afternoon's events and how exactly the two of you had landed in this situation. It was nearly a month ago now that Chan had casually asked you over coffee if you wanted to visit home with him for his brother's graduation. After you had kindly declined, he went on to list the reasons why this was such an important thing.

Namely, that he had told his parents that he had a partner in order for them to get off his case about it.

"They feel like I work too much," he grumbled.

"You do," you had agreed knowingly.

Chan shot you a dirty look. "And getting into a relationship would help me take a step back and enjoy myself, but I enjoy myself just fine!"

"Oh yeah, sleeping three hours a night and being in chronic pain is a blast," you muttered, stirring your coffee with a straw.

"So you agree with them," he had smiled. "And therefore, you volunteer?"

And you had. During the ten hour flight, you tried not to think too hard about what you were actually doing, but Chan had made it difficult. Sitting beside you, he rattled off facts and memories of his family that he thought may come up in conversation that you should know. Granted, you were friends, so you had always had at least a surface level understanding of how his family dynamic worked, but now you'd really be put to the test.

It seemed as if as soon as you had set foot on Australian soil, the nightmare had began. Of course his parents were overzealous with excitement that they got to meet you, but his siblings? Not so much. His brother stayed pretty detached, while his sister could only look at you warily. You weren't sure where you went wrong. You had sucked it up and allowed Chan to hold your hand, let him put his hand on your lower back, and even kissed him on the cheek once. All things considered, you should've gotten an Oscar for your performance. It didn't matter if the simple skin to skin contact had repeatedly sent shivers across your body and caused your face to warm. You wouldn't examine that part too closely.

"Maybe we're not laying it on thick enough," you whispered more to yourself than to Chan.

"And how do you suggest we do that?" he chuckled. He rolled over to look up at you from his floor-bed. "More skinship is only going to make her make fun of us, Y/N."

"I'm not talking about skinship..." you said slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. "I'm talking about familiarity."

From the dim lighting of the mood lamps behind the bed, you could see Chan's face contort with confusion. "We are familiar with each other."

Taking a deep breath, you leaned over the edge of the bed to look at him more directly. "Physical familiarity, Chris."

"Why do those two words together make me blush?" he laughed nervously.

You rolled your eyes. "I mean, we don't act fluidly together. We're not used to cuddling, or holding each other's hands, or knowing how to act completely comfortable around one another."

"I get what you're saying," he nodded. "We don't know how to interact when we're sharing the same space."

"Exactly," you said, relieved he had caught up. "What did you think I meant?"

"It would be better if I didn't say it out loud."

You laughed, trying to maintain your courage. "Would you be okay with sharing the bed with me?"

"When you say it like thaaaat," he sang. "I'm not too sure if my first thought was entirely off base."

"I'm not trying to corrupt you!" you gasped. "Not like you need any help in that."

"I am the picture of innocence and purity, thank you very much." You didn't have to look at him to know he was grinning.

"Did those words burn as they were leaving your mouth?"

"Okay, first, rude," he said, finally sitting up. "And two, why am I getting into bed with you then?"

"I, uh," you said quietly. "Want to try something."

"Sounds not suspicious at all," he sighed. Throwing off his covers, he got to his feet, and moved slowly around the bed. Crawling under the blankets, he lay flat on his back, eying you skeptically. "Now what?"

"Umm..." you hummed, totally winging it as you went. "Roll onto your side?"

"Rolling," he confirmed as he faced you. Your bodies were so close at this point, it made the next action easier. Scooting forward, you nestled your body into his.

"Is this okay?" you whispered, refusing to look up. Your eyes remained level with his collarbones and you were going to keep it that way until you could tell your heart to calm down.

"Yep," he said a bit too loud. "Totally fine. Why wouldn't it be?"

You attempted to keep your breathing even, but it was difficult when he was breathing erratically himself.

"I...uh...I don't know what to do with my hands." His voice was a bit more rough than it had been previously.

"Do we cuddle? I assume you've cuddled before?"

"Of course I have!" he said quickly. "And I've had no complaints!"

"Then maybe, you know, we should try doing it?" you winced. You could practically hear Chan's gears spinning as he tried to sort things out.

Swallowing loud enough for you to hear, Chan wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you close, eliminating what little space there had been between your bodies.

Your face was now tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and god, did he smell good. Something musky with an undertone of vanilla mingled so well on his skin that you couldn't stop sniffing.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked quietly.

You were more than comfortable. You didn't know if you had ever felt this safe in your entire life. Chan had always been a protective friend who you admired greatly for his work ethic and morality. You had always kept any romantic thoughts at bay because of that. He was your friend, Chan. Not this wildly hot and respectful gentleman, Chris. You could never even fantasize about that side of him because it would never happen like that between the two of you...right?

"Very," you finally answered.

"I can see your point," he continued, his voice barely above a breath.

"My point?" you asked. Your head was swimming with every inappropriate thought you could imagine, not how the two of you had gotten there.

"How realistic can we be if we've never actually been this close? How can I act like I know how your skin feels on mine without actually holding you?"

"Right," you croaked. "This. Totally great idea by me. You're welcome."

You could feel the laugh rumble through Chan's chest. "Are you sure you're okay? If you're uncomfortable, we can-"

"Chris," you whispered. "I am irrationally comfortable right now."

"Oh," he said quietly. His fingers had began to move in small circles on the section of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. "I was thinking..."

"I didn't see the smoke coming out of your ears," you chuckled.

"You'd have to look at me first," he said, a bit more seriously than you had expected.

Blinking up at him in surprise, you tilted your head back so you could actually hold eye contact.

"Much better," he managed. His voice was more gravelly than you had ever heard it before. "I was thinking maybe I could try something? But I need to make sure you're okay with it first."

"I told you-"

"No," he said finitely. "This is different."

The words you were going to say evaporated from your throat immediately. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," you confirmed.

"Okay," he repeated.

Tilting his head slowly down, the realization hit you. He was going to kiss you, and you were far more excited than you should be.

Moving your face forward as well, your eyes fluttered closed, waiting for the inevitable contact...until you felt the smallest kiss...

On the tip of your nose.

Letting out a surprise laugh, you opened your eyes again to find him grinning at you.

"I just wanted to see if you were really okay," he laughed.

"You absolute tease!" you groaned, embarrassment flooding you at his small trick.

"Can I try again?" he asked, biting his lip. You could see the amusement and hope bright in his eyes.

"If you must," you nodded.

This time, Chan moved much less slowly as his lips finally met yours. Catching your mouth and tilting your face upward just by the pressure of the kiss, you were surprised to hear a small groan slip from the back of your throat. Seeming to give him the boost of approval that he needed, Chan's hand moved from your waist to your neck. His fingers were a whisper against your skin as he chose that time to deepen the kiss. Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, it was his turn to groan as he roughly let go and caught your mouth again. You had never been kissed like this. It wasn't casual and it wasn't fevered, but something more certain. Chan wanted you to know what this meant. He wanted to you to realize that if you were going to do this, you really would be. No more pretending. He was staking his claim here and now.

Trading kisses for what could have easily been ten minutes or an hour, you couldn't be sure, Chan finally kissed the corner of your mouth before withdrawing his face from yours.

"So maybe," he hummed, his voice the embodiment of positivity. "We don't have to fake it anymore."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my mom to stop singing?

okay so a couple months back i (a uni student) moved out of my old apartment and back in with my parents while i try to find a new one. the only issue is, since i first moved away, my parents had moved into a smaller house than they had when me and my siblings were growing up. they now have their bedroom and my dad's study, but no additional bed or guest rooms. for this reason, i have been sleeping on their living room couch.

my mom also doesn't have a room of her own, so her laptop is also in the living room, as is mine. so basically the living room is our shared domain for the time we spend at home. i have class and friends to spend time with, so i'm away relatively frequently (though i'm on winter break now of course), while my mom is retired and is at home basically 95% of the time year-round.

me and my mom both listen to music a lot and our tastes do not overlap basically at all. i listen mostly to indie, folk, rock, the kind of stuff white queer kids love, while my mom's music is almost entirely soulful christian pop about big j and stuff.

up until recently, my mom didn't wear headphones. she'd play music directly from her laptop speakers. this obviously bothered me somewhat, but i hadn't said anything about it. recently (i.e. a couple weeks ago) i asked her if she'd consider starting to wear headphones, which she has for the most part, though sometimes she forgets. i just kinda let her do whatever if she does, i haven't mentioned it again since.

so that's the first time i asked my mom to be quieter, and i don't think i'm an asshole for that. my worry is about the second time. you see, over the last week, she's taken to singing along to her tunes. maybe she did that before and i just didn't notice over the actual song itself? anyway, i can definitely hear it now.

and of course it's not the best musical performance, it's a lady with little singing experience belting along to her favourite songs, but it's not really about the quality of the singing. i don't like the music she likes and would prefer not to listen to it, is all.

today, whilst she was singing, i gently asked her: "could you stop singing?" i didn't mean forever, just in that moment. i really tried to say it in a nice way, and i don't think i sounded particularly rude? it should be noted, though, that my parents do seem to think of me as some kind of sensitive sally intent on criticizing every little thing they do. that feeling does kind of go both ways, but i admit sometimes i can be harsh on my mom, because she can be overbearing and a bit neurotic, and i don't really get to have the space i wish i could, especially not now when i'm living with them.

anyway, so i ask: "could you stop singing?" and my mom says something like "okay- well, i would prefer not to." the way she said it really made it sound like i had hurt her feelings. so i said, "okay. that's alright. you can sing." she stopped singing and has been sort of running around for the last 10 minutes or so restlessly doing random things.

my parents are that kind of people who are really really deep in "politeness" and genuinely baffle me since i'm autistic (like, a couple of days ago we had some leftover cake, and my dad straight up forced me to take half of what was left over even though i said i didn't want it. i still don't really know why?) so i'm sure even though i said "okay, nevermind then," my mom didn't believe me.

while she was running around doing random things, i told her, "sorry if i hurt your feelings." and she said, "oh, it's nothing." i genuinely don't know if i'm in the wrong here. i feel like, on the one hand, this is a space we have to share, and i should have the right to ask her not to make noise (i always wear headphones and never sing along to music or vc with friends when my parents are around), but on the other hand, it's her house, and she should have the right to sing in it, right? i don't know.

TL;DR: i asked my mom to stop singing in the only space for our computers in the house and i'm pretty sure it upset her. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

*pulls up to the window* hi may I get the motherfucking uhhhh middle ground trio but they're camp counselors?? With some tooth rotting fluff headcanons on the side??

Middle Ground as Camp Counselor's

Hii mootie! I was wondering if you were gonna request middle ground things! Ngl excited for this one!! I yapped so much omg-

For this one since Darling was with Finn first, it was Auron hiring them to make them meet.

Finn is a beloved camp counselor by all the kids, they love his flower facts and the nature walks he does for them.

They think he's some type of forest spirit bc how d o you know so much about the flora and fauna of the forest?? Calls the kids seedlings.

Darling is one of the adult that will correct how your acting like another parent. If someone needs a trusted adult its them for some reason?

The kids say their mean but mean like a older sibling that's looking over you. Snitching to your parents that you did something dangerous that could get you killed.

No you can't take the canoe out in the middle of the lake at night. What if you drown? Then why? Calls the kids lil shits.

Auron lowkey scares the kids with how serious he looks. So Finn and Darling help the kids see how he's a silly guy too.

The kids love showing him art they did of him, getting a small smile and the kids want to get more of his smiles.

Steps in as a last resort if the kids aren't listening. He lightly scolds them saying they need to listen to the adults bc they are here to protect them. Call the kids children.

They share a cabin, but Darling and Finn are around the kids more than Auron bc he's in the office of the cabin doing things.

Inside the cabin is a perfect mixture of all three of them. A kid one time said it's like walking through a portal to another world.

Auron when seeing Bigs when he first appeared went in front of his partners.

Darling was about to throw something at him, but Finn told them all to calm down.

During nature walks you can see all three of them. Auron always makes time to go on the nature walks with his partner's.

The kids giggle as they see him give goo goo eyes at them. Darling tells them to leave him be, Finn tells them that he just really loves the two of them.

Bc their counselor's and owner of the camp the three have to get up early.

Darling in leaning against Auron as he's making coffee. But when Finn comes in Darling goes to the blonde and asks if he can do their hair.

Finn does your hair routine or just puts it up and then starts doing his. Auron gives you two your drinks you drink in the morning. Tea for Finn and whatever for you.

Darling wakes up fully and puts Auron's long hair up in a clip as he reads what's planned for today.

Kisses are shared before they go into the canteen and greet all the kids.

Sometimes Darling needs to leave Finn and help another counselor. SO they give him a quick kiss and walk away. The kids say they gave him cooties. Finn hushes them as he continues to teach them how to make flower crowns.

Sometimes when everyone is about to go to sleep you can see Auron checking on all the cabins. Peaking in before sighing and saying good night lowly.

Darling doesn't like going to sleep unless all the kids are counted for. So their next to Auron counting kids before giving him a nod so they can go to the next cabin.

Finn places a protection runes on the cabins to ease his mind during the night. Every night before bed he checks on them as his partner's look over the kids.

The middle ground trio are a very interesting combo the kids say. But they love them bc you can see how well they complement each other when something happens.

Once time one of them got lost during nature walk and Darling was sprinting through the woods. They learned the paths bc of Finn, Auron was the one to call the other counselors to find the kid. Finn was comforting the kids who were crying for their friend.

Darling found the kid crying under a tree, mumbling breathing exercises Finn taught the kids. The two walked to camp as Darling talked about things the kid liked, the kid was thankful for this as they told Darling about the different dinosaurs people for get about.

Auron quickly went to the kid looking over them before sighing and hugging them. Afterwards all the kids were lectured to stay by the group, Finn tried blaming himself but Darling cut that down immediately telling him kids get curious and the kid probably saw something and wanted to see it.

Auron for the camp is def very strict about security, wanting to make sure all the kids are safe. Darling has to tell him hey, kids are dipshits don't be too strict on them. Finn also had to scold Auron saying if we give kids trust they'll be good for us.

In all the middle ground trio are so silly i love them <33

[multifandom-hcs]

So i dont know your rules but could you perhaps to smut headcannons for the monkeys or parenting headcanons for them?please?

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 +𝟏𝟖 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬 ^^

𝐏. 𝐒: 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 :")

𝐂/𝐍 : 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞! ^^

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Macaque:

✡ Let's say that you two adopted Bai He (aka LBD's host) therefore, the little girl is excited of finally having a baby sibling

✡ Protective, really protective with his children, whenever you and Macaque go on dates he always makes sure that 3 shadow monkeys stay next or close to the kids

✡ He shows the kids some shadow plays, talking about how a cold warrior met a sweet and lovely partner, how they falled in love and in the end they lived happily ever after with two beautiful children

✡ He always joins Bai He and C/N whenever they are playing, pretending to be an evil wizard or a mighty hero saving innocent people, yeah stuff like that

✡ I like to think he would transform into his smoke monster and carry the children in his hand while you are in his shoulder, just giving the three of you a fun ride or just enjoying the view

✡ If any of the kids doesn't feel like going to bed he would tell you: "Don't worry dear, I'll handle this, you rest" and go read them a story

✡ Since he's new at parenting, he sometimes feels insecure about not being a good father so you are there to comfort him telling him that he is doing a great job

✡ In summary, he would be a really protective and caring dad, not even thinking twice to make ashes whoever hurts his little angels

✡ Bragging to Wukong how amazing his children are?? Yes, absolutely

Sun Wukong:

❀ BANDIT HEELER VIBES, tbh I do see Sun being like Bandit from Bluey as a father

❀ That means, he would be a little bit teasing with his kid, asking for password everytime the child wants to go inside any room, pretending to be you, etc, etc

❀ When you two go on dates, he would either call MK to babysit, or use one of his clones to stay with the child while you two are out

❀ But you might want to be ready because most of the times the whole house ends up messy when the other Wukong stays to babysit, little footprints in the ceiling, yeah a total mess

❀ When the child can't sleep, he would start telling them stories of how he saved the world from DBK, how he met his old friends, yeah, stories about him mostly, surprisingly the kid doesn't seem to get tired of those stories

❀ He loves giving the little one piggyback rides, and if you ask for it he would do it to you as well, maybe to brag a little about how strong he is

❀ Protective as well, but not like macaque, hes careful if the kid gets too close to an edge on Flower Mountain or stuff like that, grabbing them with his tail

❀ Just like Macaque, he would brag about his kid non stop to him, like literally every single time he can

❀ The monkeys of the mountain LOVE your child, half of the time don't be surprised to see your kid surrounded by white furred monkeys sleeping like babies

❀ So yeah, Wukong would be a really fun dad, really caring and loving, maybe sharing his peach chips with them because he loves them so much

︶ ꒷ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ꒷꒦ ‧₊ ୧

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 - ^^

[laundrybiscuits]

Just cleaning up some of the snippets that have been lingering in my drafts, partly to take a wee break from posting massively self-indulgent experimental weirdness! This is from the matchmaking fic I was messing around with a little while ago.

So: the Vickie thing. Or, as Robin privately thinks of it, The Vickie Thing, capital letters and all. 

Thinking about it makes her feel incredibly stupid and pathetic, so obviously she can’t think about anything else. It’s fine, though—it’ll be fine. Steve keeps telling her that it doesn’t really count, which feels good and bad at the same time. 

She’s not even actually allowed to be mad about it, because Vickie was always totally honest with her and Robin lied all the time. Not big lies, obviously, just stuff like yeah of course I’d love to help you pick out an outfit for your date and of course it doesn’t mean anything and no it’s totally fine. 

It’s just—a girl had wanted to sleep in her bed and hold her hand and gaze into her eyes late at night, trading meaningless secrets back and forth. A cute girl with a sweet smile and really cool taste in music, who was trying really hard to be vegetarian but kept sneaking bites of Panda Express orange chicken when she thought Robin wasn’t looking. 

It had been so easy, when she was with Vickie, to just chase that effervescent feeling any way she could. Easy to say yes to whatever Vickie wanted, because Vickie was never pushy about anything; Vickie would only ever ask hesitantly, like she didn’t know what was allowed, and Robin just wanted to give Vickie everything in the world. Sometimes Robin had felt like she’d claw her own lungs out if Vickie would just say she wanted them. 

Robin had spent a lot of time wondering if she was making it all up in her head. But Vickie had a way of looking at her, of smiling at her, that made the air between them feel heavy and copper-bright. Vickie had told her I don’t think I’ve ever had a—a friend like you before. Like, a girl friend.

And in Robin’s head, the space between girl and friend had been like an inhale; a vacuum. A space that wasn’t a space at all, until it turned out that it was.

———

After Robin helps Eden get the book down from the top shelf, she thinks that’s going to be the end of it. Just another day embarrassing herself in front of pretty girls; what’s new? 

But Eden sticks around for some reason, wants to know if Robin’s read the book—Candide, by Voltaire—and when Robin blurts out that she’s read it in the original French like a pretentious asshole, Eden just rolls her eyes and says okay, genius, and shoves at Robin’s arm in a way that makes Robin think it’s not that big a disaster after all. 

And before Robin knows what’s happening, they have plans to hang out the next day, because Eden’s apparently got nothing else to do and doesn’t want to hang around with her ex-boyfriend and the entire Hopper-Byers household. She just comes out and says it like it’s obvious. Maybe it is, but nobody Robin knows ever talks like that, no apologies or anything. 

Eden’s so different from just about everyone in Hawkins. She’s real in a way Robin doesn’t know what to do with. She talks like she’s just passing through on her way to something big and bright. 

“Like…New York?”

Eden shrugs, loose shirt collar slipping a little over one shoulder. Not all the way, just—it’s a really big shirt for her to be wearing. It looks like a grown man’s shirt, even though it’s got a tacky, faded skull with what looks like angel wings on the back and some tattered lettering that Robin can’t make out. 

“Maybe,” says Eden. “New York sounds cool. I just gotta turn eighteen first. I was going to hitchhike to LA when I turned sixteen last year, but it—there’s, y’know, the kids.”

“You must really care about them,” says Robin. She’s always wanted siblings. It sounds nice, having a bunch of other kids around all the time, rolling their eyes at their parents together and sharing secrets. Like a built-in set of friends. 

“Nah. I mean, I guess, kinda. Not really.” Eden glances down, picking at her cuticles. One starts to bleed, and she makes a face and jams her hands into her armpits. It’s probably going to stain her shirt.

“Where I’m from…” Eden tips her head back, rocking back on her heels a little. “Everyone’s just, I don’t know. Stuck. They can’t even look up from their stupid pointless freaking lives where they never go anywhere or do anything. They’re all going to get pregnant with a million babies, and those babies are going to have a million babies, and nothing will ever change. It’s a shithole. It’ll always be a shithole, forever and ever until the end of the universe.”

“Dark,” says Robin.

“Yep.” Eden smiles at her. The afternoon sun draws a bright, precise curve on her cheek. “Mistress of Darkness, that’s me. C’mon, Robin Buckley—let’s go see what else Hawkins has going on. I wanna taste the forbidden delights of a whole different shithole.”

———

Eddie sacrifices a notebook to the cause, because obviously Steve Harrington did not actually bring any supplies for this little planning session. Eddie would bet all his worldly possessions that Steve was the kind of guy who never even took out his pen in group projects.

“What do we know about Tammy Thompson?” he asks, gnawing on the end of his Bic. 

“She wants to be a singer,” says Steve decisively. 

Eddie writes CAN’T SING under her name and underlines it twice. Steve screws up his face like he’s trying not to laugh. 

“She’s got, uh. Ambitions? She’s ambitious?” Steve tries, but Eddie can tell his heart’s not in it, so he ignores that and writes BLONDE instead.

“Is blonde important?” 

Eddie shrugs. “If that’s Robin’s type, maybe.”

“I think she bleaches it. She was more, like, strawberry blonde in school. And hey, Vickie’s a redhead, so…”

Eddie crosses out BLONDE and writes EX-REDHEAD???

“Hey Harrington, next time you see her, maybe you should suggest she dye it back. Maybe Robin will be overcome with lust and the problem will solve itself.”

“Huh, you think?”

There’s a denim jacket crumpled at the end of the bed; Eddie picks it up and lobs it directly at Steve’s head. Devastatingly, Steve snatches it out of the air and shrugs it on like it’s no big thing, smirking.

“No, you fucking asshole,” groans Eddie. “I do not think Buckley is capable of making any kind of move. She’s like a skittish woodland creature. How come she never picked up any of, like…your whole deal?” 

“My…deal?”

“Yeah, you know.” Eddie flops down on the bed with a gusty sigh. “Your Casanova thing. Bet you’ve never even thought twice about pulling out the charm at some poor unsuspecting set of tits.”

“Girls like my charm!” squawks Steve. “I was Prom King!”

“How far’s that get you with college girls lately?”

Steve scowls and prods at Eddie’s ribs with his big toe. “I’m just saying, I’ve got—moves.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve got moves.” Eddie sits up and grabs his hair, bunching it into two sloppy pigtails. He pitches his voice up an octave. “Ooh, look, Harrington, I’m Tammy Thompson and I never met a key change I couldn’t fuck up, how are you gonna put your famous moves on me?”

Steve’s rolling his eyes, but he shifts closer on the bed. “Hey, Tammy,” he says. “That’s a really cool, uh, shirt you’re wearing.”

“British Steel defined thrash and paved the way for Metallica,” says Eddie, still in Tammy’s voice. “You utter philistine.”

“Huh,” says Steve, smiling. He’s good; it looks real. “Sounds like it was, uh, pretty important. Maybe we could give it a listen sometime? You could tell me all about it.”

“Take me now, big boy,” Eddie warbles, throwing himself dramatically over Steve’s lap. 

Steve laughs, but doesn’t shove Eddie off onto the floor like he’d been expecting. “No, for real, what’s the album about?”

“You better be careful, Steve Harrington,” says Eddie, sliding back into his real octave. “Charm like that, you’re gonna have me falling in love with you too.”

Eddie can feel Steve freeze up, eyes going wide. He sits up, putting a little space back between them, and busies himself picking some fluff out of his hair. “Come on, take a joke, man. Promise your virtue’s safe from me.”

Christ, he needs a smoke.

[annabel--113]

my oc story

so I have these ocs… and I’m kinda writing a book about them and just finished a chapter and just wanted to post something about it and see if anyone would see it or like it

Characters:

Andrew(A.J.): he’s Allison’s best friend. He’s goofy and love to make lame jokes also really caring. His mom passed when he was really little and his dad is serving in the military. He lives with his grandma on his dad’s side she’s very kind but doesn’t leave the house much and gives him a lot of freedom. A.j. Is 17 btw and so is Allison all the teens in the story are 17-18.( also maybe potential crush going on between him and Allison hint hint)

Allison: she has two siblings one older brother who has basically ignored her since he turned 13 they where close as kids but he started to practically hate her as a teen, they are 4 years apart in age. He moved away to collage when he turned 19 though. Her other sibling is her younger sister she very spoiled and kinda hates her too but just ignores her unless she’s tattling on her, she is 11. Her parents are very strict with her and especially her grades Allison doesn’t do well in school and constantly gets yelled at over her grades more details on her parents later. Neither of them have phones btw and this story is set in around 2011 in america. Allison has had terrible nightmares since she was a child and hardly sleeps due to them. She also starts hallucinating “the girl in the mirror”, about 6 months before the incident, who looks nearly just like her. More info on the girl in the mirror if you want you can comment if you want more btw.

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I’m at my house already, to be fair I did walk pretty fast. I walk up the driveway to the front door and turn the doorknob. It locked. Just as usual I don’t know why I even tried opening it I walk around the house and open the side gate and walk up the stairs to the second level. Our house has stairs on the outside as well as the inside to get to the second floor, I’m not sure why it’s probably because our house is older than the other newer houses on our street.  

When I got to the top of the stairs I pulled out my key from my backpack pocket and unlocked the door. I entered into the carpeted hallway and turned to the first door on my right. That was my bedroom it’s quite small, well very small hardly fits my bed and dresser. It works well though at least I don’t have to share. Walking into my room I tossed my backpack down on the floor by my dresser. It sure felt good to take off that heavy bag, they really should give us smaller schoolbooks.

I do have to start on my homework though, I’m meeting up with andrew today, that will be nice at least.

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I finished my work, a history assignment and the dreaded math page, and then headed to the backyard. Our backyard is quite nice actually we have a pool, my mom used to offer swim lessons in our yard to kids in the neighborhood but that was a long time ago. We also have a small trampoline and there’s a patch of grass and a garden box with dead plants from months ago. But what I’m headed to is the shed in the corner in between the back wall and the fence. I pull a ladder over from behind the shed and set it out and climb up to the shed roof. From the roof I can see the thick grove of wildish trees behind the wall. The trees occupy the empty lot behind my neighborhood, andrew and I hang out there a lot. There’s a specific clearing right on the other side of my backyard wall where the shed is, we usually meet up there. From where I’m sitting on the shed roof I can see that he’s not here yet, that’s fine I’m sure he’ll be here soon. Not long after we met andrew found an old ladder and propped it up against the wall behind the shed so I can climb up and down to the clearing easily. I climb down that ladder and sit next to the big willow tree and pull out my book to start reading while I wait.

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“BOO!” 

“AHH!” I screamed “what the heck was that for” I said as Andrew just laughed hysterically 

“No reason really other than to scare you” Andrew said in between laughter 

He sat down beside me and leaned over to peek at my book

“Whatcha reading”

“Uhh it’s called ‘in your shoes’ I’m rereading it actually” I said as it flipped the book over to check the cover 

“Huh seems interesting could you maybe lend me it sometime” 

“Of course in fact you can have it when I finish which will probably be tomorrow evening”

“Nice, sounds perfect, sooo whatcha want to do today…?”

“I dunno…” I said trailing off 

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a book of his own. It was, as usual, his worn copy of the book “gone with the wind” he really loves that book, probably because it was the book his grandad left him.

He started to read leaned up against the willow tree near me, I tried to read but my thoughts where racing so I just ended up staring off into the distance lost in thought

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           3 years ago

I was outside in the backyard, it was pretty cold so I wore a sweatshirt, as I stepped out of the back door into the crisp night air I felt calmer. I walk over to the shed and stepped behind it and glanced around until I saw what I was looking for, the block of wood I had painted to be a target. I pulled it out and propped my makeshift target up against the outside wall of the shed. I then reached into my pocket and pulled out my switchblade. Kinda crazy honestly that I could even buy it though I did buy it online, anyway then I just started practicing my knife throwing at the target block. 

It’s calming actually to do knife throwing especially if you’re pretty good at it. I find the think of the blade as it hits the wood to be relaxing, so not more than 30 minutes later of knife throwing I hear some rustling in the trees on the other side of the wall then I saw a figure in the trees. Someone was here. 

“Hi there” a voice called from the trees it scared me and I swung my arm and before I knew it I had sent a blade hurtling at the person. He screamed and dodged it just barely. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry you startled me!” I said quickly.

“It’s ok I’m fine geez you got some reflexes, and who throws knives at 10 o’clock at night” he responded with a grin 

I rolled my eyes and responded with “ and who climbs trees and scares people in their yards at 10 o’clock at night” 

“Ok that’s fair” he said then turned to pull my knife from the tree trunk it was lodged in. “Oh and my names Andrew by the way what’s yours” 

“I’m Allison , and don’t throw the knife down I’ll come get it” I say as he almost drops the knife down into my yard. He quickly pulls the knife up and says “oh got it, sorry”

He then watches as I pull a ladder over and climb onto the shed roof. Now on the shed roof we are only around 5 feet apart I can see him clearer now. He looked about my age with wavy brown hair and slightly tan skin. He grinned and passed my my switchblade back. I noticed that he had dimples, and freckles but only a few on his nose. 

“Thanks” I said as I took my knife back 

“Mind if I step down there” he asked indicating to the shed roof. I nodded and he slowly lowered himself from the tree onto the roof.

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(Back to the regular timeline btw)

One day after after meeting up under the willow tree 

“So whatcha want to do today?” Andrew asked

“I dunno? It’s pretty hot today.” I said 

“OH how about we go get milkshakes!”he said excitedly 

“Sounds great” I said. So we walked to the cold stone down the block and ordered some milkshakes. I got vanilla with caramel sauce and Andrew got chocolate with crushed Oreos. Of course I paid because Andrew conveniently forgot money. We sat down at a booth and he immediately started drinking his milkshake.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, don’t steal my milkshake” I teased.

“Geez I won’t” he said grinning 

I smiled back and walked towards the bathroom and quickly walked into a stall. I finished and was washing my hands and looked up at the mirror and I saw her. She behind me a few feet away in the mirror I was frozen in fear I saw in the mirror as my face went pale. I didn’t dare turn to see if she was really behind me. Something was different about her since I last saw her. She had a small knife in her hand at her side. My knife. My knife with deep red blood dripping from the tip. I couldn’t move, I tried to scream but the bathroom stayed silent. So I closed my eyes and bolted blindly for the door fumbling around until I grasped the handle and got out of there as fast as I could. I froze outside the door. Andrew stared at me worry etched on his face at my panicked look. “Are you ok?” He said standing up from the table and stepping towards me. I took a breath then said “I’m doing fine let’s go home now.” He looked confused then nodded and state to gather the trash at our table and threw it away. I stood still watching him as he cleaned up. After he finished he walked up to me and said “so you ready to go?” I took a moment to compose myself and nodded. He smiled gently and we set off. 

We arrived back at the willow tree I still hadn’t spoken the whole time my mind was preoccupied with images of the girl in the mirror. I couldn’t get my mind off the knife,my knife, dripping with crimson blood and the drop of red on the skirt of her white dress. 

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(about a 4 months later)

March eleventh the day of the incident 

It was late around midnight so by now it would be the eleventh of march. I had gone to see A.J. Around 9 o’clock after I had a yelling at from my parents. I just needed something to distract me so of course I went to see A.J. He knew what was going on I didn’t have to tell him it happened often enough that I’d go see him after a yelling from my mom or dad. So we decided to just go for a walk to nowhere in particular. We ended up walking around in the alleyways behind a shopping center. Those alleys are like a maze, plenty of twists and turns. We were chatting about something that had happened at school earlier that week. Some fight that happened in the lunchroom. I hardly remember what we were saying I think a.j. Was making some jokes, he could clearly tell I was distracted and probably wanted to cheer me up. 

Then I heard footsteps. I can tell who is coming from footsteps pretty well and I knew these ones. The loud clunk of two sets of heavy shoes and one putter of light sandals. Then the light but heavy confidant steps of someone I recognized well, it was them. 

And I heard their voices, they knew I was here and they knew what they wanted. 

“A.J. You need to go.” I said quickly hardly recognizing my own voice 

“W-what?” He stutters out confused 

“I said you need to go, leave, go home now.” I said now more sure of what I said 

He looked completely confused but realized from the tone of my voice that I was serious. he didn’t think he should leave, I could tell that but he started to walk away regardless. I stood still as he walked out of the alley and turned a corner. I could hear them getting closer their voices loud in contrast to the silent night. I had no idea how late it was by then. 

They approached and saw me there. I saw rosette their “leader”, most call her red or cherry, something like that because of her straight shiny red hair. Quite the contrast to her boyfriend Dallas’s inky black hair, he stood behind her a sinister smirk on his face also. I noticed a beer bottle in his hand, and one in Lila’s also she was an enthusiastic cheerleader in school often cheering at her boyfriend’s games. Lila’s boyfriend, I didn’t quite know his name I think he was newer to their gang, stood next to her. Rosette still smirking said to me “so, you thought you could get away or something? Not after you bad mouthed me in front of people in the lunch room certainly.” 

I took a step back instinctively. Though it had been months since they had laid hands on me I still knew they wouldn’t hold back. Yet also they seemed to be slightly drunk well everyone but rosette, she was tough always partially sober. Then again she didn’t drink hardly as much as the others even though they were underage all the rich kids somehow got their hands on alcohol most weekends and had big parties. I assumed they had just came from a party like that. 

“Oh don’t walk away yet we haven’t even gotten started” rosette said clearly threatening. I stood taller and she smirked. 

“So where did we leave of last time, oh yes I remember you have yourself a little friend I’ve found. Honestly it’s pathetic for anyone to put in the effort of pretending to care about you. You know he doesn’t really care.” 

My anger flared up “you don’t know what you’re talking about!” I said a bit louder than I wanted to.

“Oh I don’t? Really such a shame that you care about that boy.” She said her sinister smile still plastered on her face. Behind her Dallas cracked his knuckles.

“ what are you getting at?” I asked my voice shaking.

“Oh just thinking would be quite a shame if he were to go unprotected. Some people can be quite cruel to teenagers wandering alleyways at night. You never know what can happen” she said coolly 

I knew her threats when I heard them. She was threatening to hurt a.j. How dare she. Of course she had figured my soft spot. 

“Don’t you dare.” I said between gritted teeth. 

“Oh what are you going to do? You’re playing a losing game it’s four against one.”

She said as Lila took a swig of whatever beer they had and Dallas smiled and rolled his sleeves up. I’ll never understand why they like to fight. Maybe it’s to let their emotions out, people like them seem to hide everything including emotions. I stood at the ready and Dallas noticed me taking a fighting stance and smiled then threw a hard punch to my side. I couldn’t dodge it in time and doubled down in the pain. I felt another punch this time at my jaw by who I think was Lila’s boyfriend. I was backed into the brick wall of the alley they threw a few more punches. I was tired and could hardly fight back then I saw rosette smile and whisper something to Dallas he broke his beer bottle on the other brick wall. I recognized what was happening they would use the broken bottle and cut me out then go find a.j. They’d get to him they probably had their fancy car nearby. As Dallas approach me holding the bottle I instinctively reached in the pocket of my jacket. They noticed my movement and stopped. I slowly pulled out my blade from my pocket with a snap of metal the blade popped out. Rosette froze for a moment at seeing the knife. They said Coolly “think you can just pull a blade and make us go away? Think again. I know you Allison your to much of a coward to use that.” She glanced back at Dallas smiling coolly.

Dallas took her sign and began to charge at me. I shut my eyes tight stood up tall and held my blade out still and jabbed forward. I heard a shriek not sure who from. I kept my eyes shut afraid of what I’d see if I opened them. Seconds, minutes, passed I heard my heart in my chest pounding. I heard rosettes ragged breathing, she was afraid. Then I opened my eyes I saw Dallas fall to the floor a dark pool spilling from his chest. His eyes were rolled back. I noticed that his chest didn’t rise and fall. He wasn’t breathing. He was dead. Rosette looked at Dallas and seemed to realize what I had because she then turned to me furiously. She shreiked tears pricking at her eyes staring at Dallas. She charged at me shoving me against the wall. My head hit the bricks sending searing pain through me as soon as I opened my eyes back up after hitting my head I saw them running out of the alley towards the light at the end of the alley. Towards the parking lot I knew was that way. Though I knew it was there I couldn’t look at Dallas’s body. I stepped a bit away and leaned back against the wall and stared at the dark bloody knife and wiped the blood dripping from my lips from the earlier punches. 

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I ran when Allison told me to get out of there, I had hardly been running for a few minutes until I knew I had to go back I rushed back trying to navigate the alleyways. Then I heard some voices, I think I recognized them they went to my school. Then I heard Allison’s voice. I looked over the corner of the brick wall and my heart seemed to stop. I saw Allison  about 15 feet away from where I was hiding at the corner of the alley. She was holding a knife into the chest of a guy eyes shut tight. Two girls and another guy stood by terrified. The closer girl with red hair was frozen in fear. Al opened her eyes and the boy she had stabbed collapsed to the floor they stood still and I saw that he was dead. At realizing that the red haired girl screamed and shoved Allison against the wall her head hit the bricks hard. The red hair girl let go of Allison and looked at the others and they took off running out of the alley. 

She killed him. She killed him. I could hardly breathe. My thoughts swirled around to quickly to decipher. I don’t know how long I stood there with my eyes shut thoughts swirling, was it minutes? Hours? I opened my eyes and saw Allison standing looking at her bloodied knife. She closed her eyes and gripped the knife holding it up. 

“Allison!” I called her name out she froze. Her eyes shot open and the knife dropped to her side quickly.

( thanks so much for reading sorry if my writing sucks I’m still figuring it out but please leave a comment but also please be kind and respectful this is my first story I’m nearly 14 btw so my writing sucks lol)

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

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Your thoughts?

(I'm only mentioning the ones I don't agree with)

"Oogling him when he's half-naked"

As a brazilian, this one was HILARIOUS to me. He just has his shirt off because it's summer and bending is a physical exercise and he's going to sweat. This isn't him dramatically taking his shirt off at The Beach and a ton of fangirls appearing to drool all over him. This isn't sexual.

She's literally watching him and AANG practice firebending. That's all. Why are we making it about attraction, and why are we assuming she could only possibly be looking at Zuko when Aang is there too? By that logic, Ozai and Aang were checking each other out during their fight in the finale, and so were Zhao and Zuko during their Agni Kai - after all, they're LOOKING at EACH OTHER when NEITHER OF THEM has a SHIRT on.

"Note Katara's body language"

Literally what about it? I legitimately don't understand this one. Touching her hair is somehow weird or flirty? It's just hair!

Is it because she's sitting next to Zuko? What, she's not allowed to be too close to a guy without it being suggestive/flirty in some way? Again, as a brazilian, I am VERY confused. Somebody help me out here.

"I don't think anyone could argue sibling vibes in a scene in which they are visibly disgusted at the thought of being mistaken for a couple"

What? Like, sure, I can see SOME siblings just laughing it off and correcting the person who made a mistake, but being grossed out is a 100% valid reaction.

As a girl that grew up being told "You saying you don't like this boy can ONLY mean that you secretly like him" and had to hear an unhinged woman call my 11-year-old self "her future daughter in law" just because I was friends with her son, I am BEGGING people to quit it with that bullshit. Being weirded out is not "admiting" there are feelings there. Stop it. Sometimes people are shy, sometimes they just genuinely don't like each other that way. Stop projecting.

(Also the only correct ways to do the mistaken for a couple thing is with the characters either just rolling with it "to avoid explaining" or to one of them to exaggerate on the awkwad denial and accidentally offend/upset the other, like it happened with Kataang in Cave Of Two Lovers)

"I don't remember any scene of Zuko or Katara fighting side by side with their sibling like they did with each other"

Also if we're talking side-by-side fighting stance that screams romantic symbolism, let's be fucking serious here. The dragons literally make a heart.

"You can only want to see embarrassing/cute baby pictures of your friend if you want to date them, and siblings totally don't use old childhood photos to annoying each other"

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Co-parenting"

Fuck off, they're children. Traumatized children. ALL of them. They've all done stupid shit, and they've all been exasperated by their friends' doing dumb shit. Found family doesn't mean we NEED one or more characters to play the "parent" role.

Katara actively resents the idea of being seen more as parent than as a friend, and Zuko JUST discovered the revolutionary concept of "Wait, a father burning his child's face is NOT normal????" Co-parenting my ass.

"Bed/bison sharing. Very unsibling like"

Katara literally shares the bed/Appa with Sokka during the entire Blue Spirit episode. And like this person pointed out themselves, the Gaang shares "a bed" and sleep next to each other all the time. Be thrilled that your OTP is having a moment that you could re-imagine as romantic, but let's not pretend any kind of intimacy MUST be sexual/romantic in nature.

"The scene of Katara comforting Zuko has parallels with his first scene with Mai at the start of the season"

This one was totally okay until the bullshit of "Mai's kiss and hug didn't help Zuko feel better at all and after this he shuts her out." During all of Nightmares And Daydreams we see him cuddling with her, Mai trying to cheer him up, and him even confessing his inner-turmoil about having to essentially put on an act to please Ozai.

She grew a lot as a character and Zuko didn't take her joke in that first episode to heart. He is doing the exact opposite of shutting her out, he actively turns to her for comfort.

"The physical distance between them shrunk"

Yes, and? Seriously, what about it? Is there a line missing here? Am I not seeing something? WHAT IS GOING ON?

"The lightning to the heart feels like a romantic scene"

I was gonna let it slide, like I was doing with all the others "This could work for a romantic relationship, but it's not inherently romantic", but that last line I just can't stand by. DRAMA IS NOT THE SAME AS ROMANCE.

"The simmilar scene for a canon ship doesn't have the same focus on the hands as this one does"

Hand-close ups are exclusive to married people, it is known *rolls eyes*

"It looks like they're about to kiss"

Bruh, what? Looking up at someone who is looking down at you is like leaning in for a kiss?

"Many of these scenes (not the ship-baiting ones obviously) could have been written, framed, animated in a purely platonic way, giving it more of a playful sibling vibe, but the creators deliberately chose overtly romantic or at least ambiguous tones"

[threewaywithdelusion]

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts complaining about mom Steve and I have thoughts.

Like, I agree with a lot of it. Honestly, fictional parents confuse me sometimes (especially when people write them stricter than canon), even when they aren’t teenage boys. Like Hopper? Absolutely cares about his kids dating. El is going to be fighting to bring Mike over for the rest of her life. They’re going to be 20-something with Hopper still trying to stick them in separate rooms. Even once they get married, Hopper’s gonna grumble about them getting to share a bed. (He’ll be more careful not to overstep with Joyce’s boys, especially Jonathan since he’s older, but Will is definitely going to get a speech about being the man in the relationship and treating your girlfriend with respect (and then a later, much more confused speech about treating your boyfriend with respect)).

Joyce? That woman has been through way too much shit to give a shit. Jonathan wants Nancy to sleep over? Done. Will’s gay? Not a problem, here are some condoms. El’s sneaking Mike through the window so Hopper won’t see? Joyce walks by and casually says “the back door is unlocked, you might want to try that instead.”

Sorry, I got sidetracked. The point is Steve. If he was gonna be like anyone’s parents, it would be my parents (“you’re doing nerd stuff alone at home on a Friday night? Don’t you have friends? Go to a party!”). But barring that, he’s definitely the older brother, even if they call him mom.

He doesn’t care if they swear! El says “frick” or “gosh darn” in front of him one time because she heard it somewhere and he sits her down and teaches her proper swear words so she won’t get teased in school. He rents the kids r-rated movies and then lies to their parents faces when they have nightmares. He hears them say something anatomically impossible about sex and ends up giving them a sex talk. He chaperones their parties because he’s cooler than an adult but still old enough to make sure no one’s drinking themselves to death, and then ends up cleaning puke out of the shower. He kisses his co-chaperone at the party (you can pick your favorite Steve love interest) and all the freshmen squeal and stare and he has to go hide upstairs.

He’s in his pjs in bed and gets a frantic walkie-talkie call from Dustin that they have to go to the store RIGHT NOW because he wants to buy something and the sale ends at midnight. Steve says no a million times but gets bribed into it when Dustin promises to watch a basketball game with him in exchange for the ride. (My little sister did this to me. She wanted to go to TARGET to buy SHEETS. She was a weird child).

Steve’s the one they call when they need something but can’t go to their parents. He buys them booze and condoms and fake IDs, all of which come with lectures on being safe and a million threats on how he’ll kill them if they act stupid. He picks them up from parties when they’ve overdone it. He bails them out of jail (Dustin or El would absolutely get themselves arrested somehow) and doesn’t tell their parents but brings it up every chance he gets for the rest of forever.

Yeah, they call him mom. They’re trying to annoy him, because that’s what little siblings do. And Steve is definitely their big brother.