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former-ghost-of-the-internet · 4 months ago

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One Night in Medellín

(Screen shot and image edits done by me)

Summary: Takes place during s2ep5, when Los Pepes first attacks the narcos on the streets of Medellín. You lose your hearing during a standoff and are dumped at the Search Bloc base. Javi comforts you in the aftermath, finding ways to communicate through your temporary deafness.

Javier Peña x f reader

Word count: 3526

Rating: 18+ for some dark content in the background. My blog/‘place I keep my reblogs’ is very Mature, so no minors allowed there, sorry.

Warnings: series typical violence, hurt/comfort, soft Javi, tiny bit of your blood, descriptions of panicked reader, generally able-bodied reader, might read as shorter than Javi, only one instance of female clothing for a funny awkward moment, no specific descriptions of reader, hopefully this is fairly inclusive for everyone. No y/n, no smut.

Authors note: 100% bad information on everything medical related in this story. Any cultural inaccuracies are my own fault too. Apologies to Steve Murphy for being the butt of a joke or two. First time writing in second-person. Not American so the spelling will be slightly different.

Please enjoy 😊

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Medellín nights were always festive, despite one man’s war with the Colombian government.

You’d had a long but good day, far far away from the UNICEF office and in a little communa church hall, where you and the other doctors and nurses had vaccinated as many children as could be rounded up. Even the abuelitas had rooted out the most stubborn kids, and either guilted them into coming down, or whacked them in the right direction with their walking sticks and shoes, if not open palms on skulls. Each time was a commotion, and to ease hurt childish feelings, you slipped enough pesos into their hands for an ice cream. For the hard-working abuelitas a coffee cart vendor happily provided free coffee, after you had thrown a pretty smile his way and warned him the little old women were worked up enough to be a threat to anyone not on their side. And he absolutely wanted to be on their side.

With the unused vaccines stored at a major hospital, and saying goodnight to the local doctors who’d been right next to you since sunrise, you’d headed to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant one nurse raved about during one break you’d taken with her, with free coffees, thanks to a sharp glare from the abuelitas, bless their hearts.

It was further from the city centre than where you’d been told to stay close to at night, but you hoped your very bright UNICEF shirt would offer some protection in the dark. Even your backpack had a big red cross on it. Anything to say you were a doctor, here to help, and absolutely not a threat.

The restaurant was packed, even the few plastic tables shoved outside were full, and the small waitstaff offered paper plates to take-away, which many people had chosen, and sat on the street curbs to eat, under the yellow streetlights.

At last the line to order, which the waitstaff had banished to wait outside the actual restaurant, had shortened to only you and the two men in front of you. They both carried full gym bags. And as you noticed with a slight chill through your spine, handguns tucked into their belts. They chatted together without a care in the world, as you looked away to make sure you didn’t see their faces, even in low-light.

You stared up the street to the top of the hill and the man who walked down it with an assured swagger, encased in khaki pants. Like he’d stepped out of the jungle.

You frowned as he passed under a streetlight. Something about his face was familiar in a bad way.

He had his focus on the men standing next to you, and in a blink, drew his own handgun out.

An arm grabbed you around your shoulders, pulling you back into a chest, your backpack falling to the ground. Then the cold metal of a weapon held to your ear.

Shouts in Spanish between the men, some sort of negotiation happened as you tried to simply breathe. This is what everyone was afraid would happen to you, from the president of Colombia, to your superiors, and your family, down to the Medellín officials and a couple of American DEA agents. They’d all wanted you to stay out of the murder capital of the world. You’d told them no one would target you. The local doctors were still here, so why shouldn’t you?

Now you were a human shield, not because of your work, but because you were the closest person to grab. You had never considered the possibility of it before this minute.

The man behind you moved a step back, taking you with him. Except your legs refused to work, staying where you had left them. Another step back, dragging you along, and your legs crumpled underneath you, making you slide down his body at an awkward angle. Enough for the man in khakis to shoot.

The bullet entered his chest right by your ear. All sound stopped and you were falling.

You landed on a dead man’s chest. On instinct, you curled into yourself and away from everyone, hitting the rough and hard concrete of Medellín’s streets.

Hands grabbed you and hauled you to your feet, half carrying you to a waiting SUV. First you, then your backpack were bundled into the darkness of the back seat. The dead men’s gym bags also ended up with you. The owner of the hands hopped into the front, and the driver took off.

A hand came back to tap your cheek, grabbing your chin and twisting your head to look up. The accidental light of street-lamps and cars flashed across your view. He smiled at you and his mouth moved as if he was talking.

You frowned and focused on his mouth. None of his words were getting through to you. You blinked hard to try to clear away the fuzziness of the world, but it changed nothing.

His mouth made these exaggerated shapes and his spare hand moved in circles, like a hamster spinning uncontrollably on a wheel. Maybe he was shouting at you.

You blinked again to be sure, and then had to shake your head. You couldn’t hear anything.

He smiled then tapped your ear and gave a thumbs down. You nodded.

That caused an explosion of arms from him, as he whacked his driver on the shoulder. Looking back at you, he took note of the UNICEF insignia on your shirt, and you realised where you had seen him before. Carlos Castaño. A paramilitary man based in the jungle, fighting communist guerrillas.

You had met once before. You’d had to get permission from every side, paramilitary commanders, regular military commanders, government officials, and even the guerrilla commanders, before they let you step anywhere near the Amazon. All so you could vaccinate a few children in a communist village.

The communists had been straight-forward to convince, once you talked in their lingo, focusing on healthcare for all. For the others, a bribe that came out of your pocket, another a promise not to get in the way of anything and to get out in under 24 hours. The Castaños you convinced by saying the communists were dirty, potentially disease-ridden plague carriers. If the brothers couldn’t promise you every communist in the jungle dead in three months time, then they had to let you in to vaccinate, so no epidemic could start from their continued existence.

You hated saying it, and drunk too much later that night to get the sound of it out of your mouth, but it worked. Those kids wouldn’t die from a preventable disease. But you couldn’t save them from a bullet shot by mad, greedy men.

Carlos smiled at you again, and pointed his driver to take the next left.

Some minutes later, the car pulled up to the curb. Carlos turned to you and put a finger over his lips and shushed you. Then he dragged the same finger across his neck and finally pointed it at you.

You didn’t know what your face was doing at this point, you probably looked like a scared rabbit, all wide eyes and trembling body. Carlos broke and laughed at you, waving you out of the car. You fumbled with the car door, and stumbled onto the dark, damp street, dragging your backpack with you. They sped off into the night as you stumbled with your own weight.

Not far away, in a pool of white light, was a gate-way guarded by Search Bloc officers. Carlos had dumped you, the little lost foreigner, in front of their base. Your legs co-operated long enough to get you to the gate.

The guards stopped you with one hand up and the other resting on their rifles. You raised both hands up, and announced to everyone’s ears but your own, your name and nationality, that your passport was in your bag. The words felt like they slurred coming off your tongue, like they were heavier than usual. You wondered if you made any sense, but one man nodded at you to continue. It took you no time to dig out your passport.

With a short inspection of your passport, and a torch flashed into your face, the guards waved you through the gate. One of them touched your ear and brought it up to your eyes to show you blood. The other held his radio up to his mouth.

As you checked your ear for more blood, a police car came from the base, and the guards helped you in. A short ride and you were taken inside the bright building. The lights blinded you, and you tried to cover your eyes, barely seeing the medic ushering you to a bench.

You kept blinking, like if you could turn off the world for a bit you would be alright again. You’d be able to focus, to think, to speak, to hear. The outside world was right there in front of you, and as much as you tried to reach out, you were locked behind your eyes.

A warm hand caressed your arm and shoulder, bringing your attention to its owner. Javier Peña. He stared at you with big brown eyes, looking you over better than any doctor. His hand slid down to yours, keeping it safe under his.

Javi listened to the medic, then his attention went to a nearby officer, and you saw his lips ask a question, his eyes straying to the dark streets beyond the base. You shook your head, grabbing his shoulder with your other hand, pulling his eyes back to yours, shouting out your warning in clumsy sounds you couldn’t quite hear. If you had your way, no one, not even the narcos, would be out on those streets tonight. Especially not him.

Because Javi cared. No matter what anyone, or even he said. His heart cared for so many people you’d lost count, though he tried to keep it secret from the rest of the world.

And somehow, somewhere, he decided he cared about you too.

Javi nodded, as serious as ever, and cupped your cheek. Message understood. Relieved, you crumple into him, his arm wrapping around you to hold you close. His chest rumbled, maybe talking to you, or maybe to the officer. After a few breaths, he squeezed your hand and tilted your body back to look at him. He nodded towards the stairs. You nodded back and he helped you up, letting you lean against him.

He led you upstairs, past many doors, until he reached one particular darkened room, and ushered you in. You recognised some of Javi’s colourful shirts piled on a chair, and larger piles of Steve’s shoes, pants, and tops, scattered over half the room and one of the two-tier bunk beds.

Javi led you to a small desk, its small lamp draped a soft light over the room, pulled out the chair for you, and poured a glass of whiskey. He made sure you had both of your hands cradling the drink before he let you take the slight weight from him. You sipped a little at the strong drink, watching as he first gathered up his few visible clothes, shoving them in a suitcase, and then collected Steve’s mess, roughly sorting and folding, then at last dumped into a closet.

Javi went to the neater bunk bed, not Steve’s, pulling back the thin covers, inviting you to rest there. But you didn’t move. You just sat there blinking at the world.

He came back to you, dropped to a knee, and untied your shoelaces, gently taking off your shoes. Setting them aside, his eyes looked you over again, and settled on the whiskey in your hands. He pointed at it, and then glanced up at you. It took a second or two before you realised he was asking if you wanted more. You shook your head and moved the glass away from you. Javi plucked the drink out of your hands. He had a quick debate with himself, ended with a short shrug, and then downed the remains.

Putting the glass on the desk, he swallowed again, before catching your gaze with his. He lifted both hands to his chest, cupping them like the air was something heavy he could hold up, and jiggled them up and down. Then he pointed at you and made a gesture like he was swiping a cobweb away. You frowned and he repeated the sequence. This time his cupped hands looked like a bikini top. You still had no idea what he wanted to say.

With a quick lick of his lips, he reached forward and tapped a finger on your bra strap under your top.

Your face heated as you realised his question. Did you want to take your bra off? Yes, you did, and you nodded at him.

Javi joined you in nodding, but then put a finger up, telling you to wait. Another nod from you, and he was on his feet, dragging out his suitcase again, digging to the bottom of it. At last he brought out a khaki green t-shirt, and placed it on the end of the bunk for you. As you got to your feet, he shoved the suitcase away and retreated to the door, closing it behind him.

He could have stayed and turned his back, but maybe Javi thought that was too hard to mime. You change out of everything except your undies, draping it all over the back of the chair, and slipped on the t-shirt.

The door remained shut. It felt colder without him in the room. You rubbed an arm to try to stop your shivers. Was he coming back? Should you wait? Or was this everything you could expect from him? He had done plenty for you.

He’s probably not there. Why would he be? He’s got files to read still, the radio to sit by, informants to call, Steve to rescue, or maybe he’s finding another bunk to sleep on. So long as he stayed on the base it would be fine. He would be fine.

The hallway is empty. It has to be. You were on your own, you just had to be alright with that. And you would be. Eventually.

It would take time but you would be good again.

You huddled into yourself, your eyes dropping to the ground, as you tried to make your heart understand that Javi had done enough for you tonight. Then you saw the shadow under the door, like something was behind it. Your hand was on the knob before your brain could think.

Javi twisted his body to face you. He had stood guard on your door as you changed. The worried look over his features seems to be a permanent guest this evening.

Your eyes must have said please come back, as he maneuvered you inside with a gentle hand above your elbow, and followed, closing the door again. He sat you down on his bunk bed, and then further down to lie on your back.

He rubbed your arms a few times, slow and comforting, staring at you for a while. At last one hand came up to cup your cheek and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzled closer, his mustache tickling your skin. Your heart, mind, and body called out for Javi to stay. Nothing else would help you, could soothe your tremors, calm you and find yourself again, like being close to him.

Javi drew back, and your hand shot out to grab his arm, gripped tight so he couldn’t leave you.

His hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb soothing over the slight hurt he’d caused.

When your breathing eased, you pointed at him and then at the bunk below you.

Javi looked over his shoulder at the door, like he was saying he would find another place to sleep, but that wasn’t what you meant.

You jostled his shoulder to get his attention once more, pointed forcefully first at him then at your bunk. Not another bed, this one. With you. This time he understood. His eyes flicked from place to place, your bunk and then Steve’s bunk, even down at his shoes as he thought of something, and then he nodded.

You were shuffling to make room for him when he stopped you. Javi pointed at you then covered his eyes with a hand. He wanted you to keep your eyes closed, so he could get comfy too. But it meant you’d be down another sense. No sight and no sound. The world would be even further from you.

His eyes begged you to trust him. You took a few deliberate breaths, and he waited for you, watching for any sign of major distress. At last, you nodded and used both hands over your eyes to show you weren’t peeking.

In your darkness and quiet, the only company you had was the bunk under you and Javi’s weight next to your thigh. You could smell his aftershave and cigarette smoke, not overpowering, but most definitely there with you, and not leaving anytime soon. Nice and comforting and him. You took deep breaths of it.

He shifted his weight forward, one way then another. Shoes, you guessed. He came back to you, and did a short wiggle. Something landed next to your arm, soft and warm. His shirt.

Javi’s weight left the bunk completely. Panic made your muscles clench, and you forced your hands down into your eyes, trying to glue them in place, and breathed as best you could.

Something rougher and stiffer and warm landed on top of his shirt. Jeans? He was still here.

You waited a long, long moment for something more to happen.

Two fingers tapped the back of your hand. A deliberate action, purposeful, a message to you. Safe to look now. You drew your hands away and saw Javi standing next to the bunk in a pair of white boxers, folding his shirt and jeans away in his suitcase. He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. A thank-you for your bravery.

He left before you could catch him, going to the bottom end of Steve’s bunk, lifting it up and closer to your bunk. He repeated with the top end, and you got to your knees, reaching over to grab the metal frame and pulled it in snug next to yours.

Javi, the genius man that he is, had just created a queen-sized bunk bed. Room enough for your body and his broad shoulders.

You watched as Javi climbed into his side, wondering how he wanted to sleep, when he draped his arm over to you, hugging you to lay snug against his side, your head resting on his bare chest, one of your arms across his waist. He fussed with the covers for a moment or two, making sure most of your body was underneath it.

He was warm and smooth and solid. Safe. At last. You breathed in deeply, his unique scent filling your nose, and then let it go. Another in, and out again.

Your heart had settled. The world was as far away as it needed to be right now. Or perhaps the world was as small as this room, as this bunk. This man. Your arms around him, and his around you.

If your eyes closed tonight, Javi would be there, under your touch.

One more thing left to do. You shifted to look into his eyes. They were filled with concern, until you whispered your thanks to his ears alone. Even a tiny smile on his lips crinkled the corners of his eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from planting a kiss to his cheek. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, and he nuzzled his nose against yours as soon as your lips left his skin, then moved up to your forehead, kissing it again.

Those brown eyes locked with yours for a moment, before he closed his eyelids, and then opened them quickly and nodded at you.

He wanted you to close your eyes. So you did. You felt Javi lean in closer still, and then his lips placed a kiss first on one eyelid, then the other.

Opening your eyes, you pressed your forehead to his, and moved your hand from his chest, to soothe over his jaw, his chin, then trace over his lips. You wanted to kiss him there. And from the glint in his brown eyes, he wanted it too.

But it wasn’t the right time. Both of you knew it. Besides, you wanted to hear him.

Javi’s lips twitched into a soft grin as if he heard your last thought. His mouth formed words, slow but firm. Three short words. Then he settled you back down onto his warm chest.

You felt Javi’s heartbeat against your cheek, counted its beat without numbers, let its languid pace lull you further towards sleep, until at last your eyes closed with the peace he gave you.

And in your dreams Javi’s heartbeat was your world.

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cranberrymoons · 1 year ago

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a love to last past saturday night

here's the first 3,500-ish words of the coffee shop au i've been working on!

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There’s a little cafe at the end of Steve’s block that he’s only ever been in once.

It’s called Corroded Coffee and it’s dark in there and maybe a little pretentious, but not pretentious as in… people reading classic novels or having discussions about French Cinema. Pretentious in the sense that there’s an intimidating collection of vinyl records taking up half an entire wall and they use single origin arabica beans and the scary baristas look at you sideways if you order regular milk in your latte.

He knows this last part because the one time he did stop in, shortly after he moved to the neighborhood, he asked for an iced vanilla cold brew with cream, and the redheaded girl behind the counter looked him up and down as she punched his order into an iPad.

“Okay,” she said slowly, disdainful and bored like she was barely concealing an eye roll. “I guess that’s eleven dollars, if you’re sure that’s all you want.”

Steve was sure. He was also sure that he’d never forgive himself for spending so much on a single cup of coffee that he could probably make at home for about fifty cents, but… support local businesses? Use his company card? Also, he was too embarrassed to tell her to cancel the order.

So.

Anyway, it’s about three months later when he goes in there for the second time. This time, it’s because his coffee pot broke (a shitty off-brand Keurig that he bought on Amazon for about twenty bucks, which for the record is less than the cost of two iced coffees from this place), and he really has to get to work, and the coffee at the office is – fine, actually, but – whatever.

Whatever.

The coffee in the office is fine, but he’s walking toward the train feeling like his hair and his tie are somehow both on sideways, and a customer pushes out of the café and into the street, bringing with them a wave of caffeinated air, and before Steve has the chance to make a conscious decision one way or another, he’s standing inside the shop, eyes adjusting to the sudden shift to dim lighting.

When he comes to his senses, there’s a brief moment where he considers just turning around and walking right back out, but before he has a chance, the guy behind the counter leans an elbow against the shoulder-height glass pastry case and says –

“Hey man, what can I get you?”

Too late.

Steve blinks and focuses on him. He’s tallish with long hair that’s been pulled back into a puffy knot on top of his head, dish towel slung over his shoulder, indecipherable band tee, nails painted black, a flock of bats and a long line of perfect crescent moon phases running up his forearm, and – yeah. Steve, in his crisp Brooks Brothers button-up and ironed slacks, is definitely not the right kind of cool to be coming in here.

“You do want coffee, right?” the barista prompts. He raises his eyebrows in question. “I just watched you Pepe Le Pew your way in here, so.”

In spite of himself, Steve laughs. Call it the exhaustion. He takes a step closer to the counter.

“You saw that?”

The man grins. “You’re hardly the first exhausted corporate zombie to stumble his way through my door.” He reaches for a paper cup, pen in hand. “What’ll it be?”

“Just – coffee?” Steve suggests, then he flushes. “That was dumb. Sorry. I uh – I don’t really know much about coffee. Just a normal one with milk?” Then, remembering last time, he says, “Oat milk. I guess.”

“One drip with oat milk, coming up. You want a muffin or anything with it?” He taps the glass case with the end of his pen. “These just came out of the oven. The cranberry orange.”

“Oh, I –” Steve eyes the muffins in the case, crystalline sugar on top, shiny and perfect-looking. He does kind of want one, but he pictures himself juggling it and the coffee and his phone and – “No, that’s fine. Just the coffee, thanks.”

The man shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He punches a few things into the iPad then flips it around for Steve to pay. “Three seventy five.”

Steve narrows his eyes. That… can’t possibly be correct based on his last experience with the place, but he taps his card and punches in a tip, then nods to the barista as he shuffles off to the end of the counter to wait for his drink. He sends another look toward the muffins, and his stomach grumbles; maybe there’ll be leftover bagels in the office from the morning’s sales meeting?

By the time his coffee is ready, he’s lost in a very detailed fantasy about veggie cream cheese, and the barista has to wave to get his attention to pass him the cup. When Steve takes it, the man produces a little brown paper box and wiggles it in his direction. Steve frowns, confused.

“Oh, that’s not mine. I didn’t –”

The man raises his eyebrows and holds it further toward Steve. “On the house," he says. "Take it.”

Steve sets down his coffee on top of the case and accepts the box, flipping it open to reveal a cranberry orange muffin wrapped in crinkly parchment paper. He closes the lid and gives the barista a smile.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Obviously I didn’t have to,” the guy says. He rolls his eyes, but it’s not – it doesn’t make Steve feel stupid the way the other girl had. “You looked like you wanted one, so you got one. Now be a good boy and say thank you."

Steve feels his face heat. “Thank you.”

The barista nods in approval then gives him the ghost of a wink before turning to help another customer, and Steve reclaims his coffee, retreating to the door and back out into the cold.

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He doesn’t really mean to go back the next day, but – well. The coffee had been good, okay, and the muffin had been really good. And it’s Friday, and he’s allowed a treat, and he obviously hasn’t had a chance to replace his own broken machine yet, so.

He doesn’t really have a choice. He’s here by necessity. That’s it.

“You’re back,” the barista says, eyeing him up and down when he gets to the front of the line. “Was my muffin that good, that you had to come crawling back for more the very next day?”

Steve, more alert this morning than he’d been yesterday, manages to smile like a normal human being.

“Your muffin?”

“Our muffin,” the barista says. He spreads out his hands in front of himself. “New York’s muffin. The world’s muffin.”

“No, I meant –” Steve laughs. “You made them? It was good.”

“I know it was.” He shrugs, then taps the stack of cups on the counter next to him. “Coffee?”

Steve glances at the menu on the wall. He has a suburban Starbucks level of knowledge when it comes to this stuff, which basically means he knows the difference between like… a cappuccino and a latte, sort of but – not really?

“Just the same again, plain with oat milk,” he says. “That was fine yesterday.”

The barista narrows his eyes. “Fine?”

“Good,” Steve corrects. “It was good. Like I said, I don’t know a ton about –” He waves a hand through the air vaguely. “Whatever.” He fidgets under the barista’s continued scrutiny, then adds, “Maybe sweetened this time though? I added sugar when I got to my office yesterday.” Then belatedly, “Sorry.”

“Tell you what,” the man says at last, apparently taking pity on him. He picks up a cup. “I’ll make you something that I think you’ll like, and I won’t even charge you for it. That way if you hate it, you can just – dump it down the drain or something. No hard feelings.”

“I can pay,” Steve says, frowning. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for giving me a bunch of free stuff.”

“Oh, I won’t. The owner likes me,” the man says easily, already busy behind the espresso machine. A burst of steam comes shooting out in a cloud, and he offers Steve a smile. “What’s your name, by the way?”

“Steve,” he says. He hikes his bag higher on his shoulder where it’s slipping down. “Sorry, you probably needed that for the… the cup, or whatever.”

The barista’s smile widens, and he gives Steve another up-and-down look as he waits for the espresso to finish bubbling into the cup. “Nope. Just wanted to know.”

“Oh,” Steve says, feeling himself flush. He shoves his hands in his coat pockets to keep himself from fidgeting even more than he already is. “Okay, what’s yours then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Kind of why I asked.”

The man places the cup on the counter and presses a lid into place, sliding it toward Steve along with another little paper box that, when Steve peeks inside, contains a single croissant. He takes a sip of the coffee, and it’s… delicious, unfortunately, vanilla and caramel and maybe chocolate too? And he’s pretty sure that’s real milk, thank god.

“Come back tomorrow and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“We’ll see,” Steve says mildly, taking another sip. “Thanks for the coffee.”

He gets a teasing little wave in return.

“Have a good day at work, Steve.”

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Robin is aghast when he tells her at drinks later that night.

“You’re saying he’s been there this whole time, and you’ve just been – what, walking past and not noticing?!” she asks, leaning forward in her seat. She takes a distressed sip of rosé and widens her eyes at him. “This whole time?”

“Maybe not,” he says defensively. “Maybe he’s new. Maybe – I don’t know.”

“You don’t just give out free coffee on your second day, Steve,” she says, exasperated. She picks up a fry and jabs it into the little pat of mayo on the edge of the plate, gesturing wildly with it before stuffing it in her mouth. “Free coffee and free pastries! He’s totally been there this whole time, and you were just too chicken shit to go in there and see him for yourself.”

“I literally met him by going in and seeing him.”

“Still.” She groans in frustration. “Ugh, I can’t believe you’re getting seduced via baked good. Literally if I could find one single solitary woman in this city who would give me free baked goods as a mating ritual, I’d let her step on my throat.” She places a hand on his forearm and gives him a very serious look. “My throat, Steve.”

He laughs and shakes her off. “You don’t know he’s trying to seduce me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re right,” she says. She finishes her wine and sets the empty glass on the bar with force. “The hot tattooed barista who keeps winking at you and giving you free shit for no reason is totally just trying to drum up a loyal customer base for his coffee shop.”

“I didn’t say he was hot.”

She gives him a contemptuous look. “Is he hot?”

He pokes at the lime wedge that’s floating in his gin and tonic and doesn’t meet her eye. “Maybe.”

“You’re blushing. He’s obviously hot. I hate you so much.”

“Okay, don’t – we live in the Village. It can’t possibly be that hard for you to find a lesbian who likes to bake.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Don’t stereotype. Just because we’re ladies and we have breasts.”

“I’m not stereotyping. I’m just saying: go to any plant store, pick a girl with a choppy haircut and a canvas tote bag.” He finishes his own drink and signals to the bartender for another round. “Odds are seventy thirty she’s a lesbian with a chocolate chip cookie recipe.”

“Literally every word out of your mouth just now was a stereotype. I’m breaking up with you.”

She turns her barstool away from him abruptly, and the guy seated on the other side of her blinks in alarm, looking at Steve over her shoulder with wide eyes. Steve gives him an apologetic look and places a hand on Robin’s arm, tugging her back around to face him.

“Alright, come on, you’re scaring the public.”

She huffs, then gives the stranger a tight smile, then turns back to Steve. “You’re going back tomorrow, right? I’ll forgive you right now if you promise me you will.”

He sighs. “Why do you even care?”

“Because he’s hot,” she says, widening her eyes, “and he has tattoos, and he obviously wants to take you back to his place and do filthy, filthy things to you, Steve, and he knows how to make really good muffins.” She shakes him again. “Steve!”

“Yes!” he laughs, wrenching his arm free of her hold. “Fine, okay. Yes, I’ll go back tomorrow. I don’t even know his name yet. He said he’ll tell me if I do, so – I will.”

“Oh my god.” She buries her face in her hands. “I swear to god, if you fuck this up.”

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Steve has always been a relatively confident guy. It’s not that. He’s not normally awkward or even shy.

If anything, he’s better than average at blending in, even managing to convince his parents that he’s still the same person he was when he was a sports star back in high school: he finished his MBA without flaming out like half his class, he got a good-paying job in the city, he even goes back home to Indiana once or twice a year for Thanksgiving or Christmas.

He’s normal. He’s… acceptable.

Just – he also knows when he doesn’t know something, and that’s when he gets flustered.

Like now, Saturday morning. He’s been standing in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom and staring at himself for a long time – probably too long – fiddling with the cuffs of his jeans and the swoop of his hair and the weird little… thing his sweater is doing where it bunches up around his waist.

Maybe he should change. Or just… not go? Robin would forgive him, right?

Robin absolutely would not forgive you, says a horrible little voice in the back of his mind that sounds suspiciously like the woman herself. She absolutely would not, and then she’d come directly over to your apartment and let herself in and drag you there herself.

Fine. Just go.

He takes a deep breath and releases it in a sharp huff. He can do this. He can totally, obviously, absolutely do this. It’s literally just leaving his building, walking three hundred feet down the street to the corner, and entering a coffee shop. That’s all he has to do. That’s all.

He does it.

When he walks in, he casts a curious glance around the space since, for the first time in here, he’s not in a hurry. It seems like no one else is either: it’s busy in a different way than it’s been for the past few mornings, fewer people calling out orders and pushing back and forth through doors, more occupied armchairs and tables with laptops. There’s a record playing in the background, something scratchy and smooth, interrupted by the sound of occasional jets of steam issuing from behind the counter.

And behind the counter is – Steve feels disappointment curdle in his stomach.

Oh.

The scary redhead. She’s sitting on a barstool with a knee drawn up to her chest, studying her nails and pretending like she hasn’t seen him. He steps closer to the counter, too close to ignore, and she sighs, looking up at him like his very presence is an affront to her. In spite of himself, he feels a little bubble of nervous laughter crawl up the back of his throat, and he swallows it down.

“Yeah?” she asks.

“Just, uh – a coffee?”

“It’s all coffee,” she tells him in a bored voice. “Are you asking for a drip coffee?”

“Yeah, just that, with oat milk,” he says, then adds, “Thanks.”

She jabs at her iPad then flips it around for him. “Eight dollars. Oat milk’s at the end of the bar, you can add it yourself.”

He gives her an awkward smile as he pays, and she just stares back at him impassively. He’s slipping his card back into his wallet and preparing to run away with his tail between his legs when the door behind the counter pushes open, and Steve’s barista – the nice one who gives him real milk and doesn’t glare at him – backs through it, balancing a tray of cinnamon buns in his arms.

He turns, then spots Steve, and his face breaks into a smile. He sets down his tray.

“Knew you’d be back,” he says, tilting his head with a teasing smile on his face. “Max, this is Steve. We like Steve.”

“This is Steve?” She gives him a once-over, then turns to make a face at the other man. “Seriously?”

Now that’s – “Okay,” Steve says. “I’m literally standing right here.”

“Yes. This is Steve, and today Steve would like a white mocha with two pumps of cinnamon.”

“That’s disgusting.” She makes a face. “Anyway, he paid for a plain drip coffee.”

“I didn’t ask what he paid for. I told you what he’s going to get. Can you make it for him, please?”

She glares at Steve’s barista then slips off her stool with a groan and the deepest eye roll Steve has ever seen in his life.

“Whatever. It’s your shop.”

“Ignore her,” he tells Steve in a voice loud enough for her to hear. “Max likes to think she’s funny, but she’s actually just judgmental.”

She sticks her tongue out at him then sets about ignoring them, disappearing into a cloud of steam. He lifts up onto his toes to lean forward over the top of the pastry case and get a look at Steve.

“You’re very comfy casual today,” he says, dropping back to his own side. He raises an eyebrow. “Cute sweater.”

“Thanks,” Steve says, feeling himself flush. He tugs at the hem of it as he casts another look around the room. “This is your shop? I didn’t realize when you said the owner liked you, you meant…”

“Yep, all mine,” he says. “I can shamelessly flirt with as many customers as I want. No boss to tell me to get back to work.”

Steve widens his eyes. “Flirting with me, and he won’t even tell me his name.”

The man grins at him, resting his face in one hand. “I guess you’ve earned it.” Steve feels his stomach do a flip. “I’m Eddie.”

“Eddie,” he says, trying it out. It suits him, Steve thinks. “Nice to meet you. Officially.”

“Likewise,” Eddie says as Max passes him the coffee and returns to her stool with a huff. Eddie slides it to Steve across the counter. “Your very disgusting sugary coffee, handcrafted with love by our sweetest barista.”

“Thanks,” Steve laughs, accepting the drink. He pries the lid off to peer inside. “Is this the same as yesterday?”

“Nah, I’m still figuring out what you like,” Eddie says. He waits for Steve to take a sip – another winner, maybe even better than yesterday – then says, “Are you busy tonight?”

Steve looks up from his coffee. Eddie is watching him with an amused tilt to his smile. Steve swallows.

“Am I busy tonight?”

“That’s what I asked. Are you?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Steve clears his throat. “No.”

“Okay,” Eddie says as he folds a cinnamon roll into a box and nudges it in Steve’s direction. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

Steve accepts the box, and before he can second guess himself he says, “Yeah, okay.”

Eddie’s smile is slow and easy. “Good. I wrote my number on the inside of the lid. Text me your address? I’ll pick you up at seven.”

—

When he gets home, he calls Robin, freaking out.

“I didn’t fuck it up,” he says by way of greeting when she answers on the third ring.

“What?”

“Hot tattooed… barista guy,” Steve says, pacing frantic circles around his living room and ripping a hand through his hair. “I didn’t fuck it up. His name’s Eddie, and he gave me a cinnamon roll, and it was really good, and – okay, so it turns out he owns the shop, he doesn’t just work there and –” He stops, staring out the window at the building across the street, unseeing. “And we’re having dinner tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end of the phone, then a shout, then more silence, and then she says, “Holy shit. What are you going to wear?”

—

After much debate and two facetime calls and eventually Robin just physically marching the three blocks over to help him decide in person, and then him forbidding her from sticking around to interrogate Eddie – when the buzzer goes at seven sharp,

When the buzzer goes at seven sharp, no games played, he stares at the box on the wall in alarm, half expecting it to come to life and bite his face off. When it doesn’t, he recovers (barely) and jabs at the button to let Eddie inside.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #stranger things #my fic #this is me subtly forcing this out into the world so you will all encourage me to keep writing it because i've been stalled on it since jul

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hello i have watched every muppet movie (im pretty sure) with gonzogamer and every episode of one piece! they said sanji as pepe the king prawn and i totally agree, its tempting to make him the swedish chef due to the cooking but if sanji can't flirt he'll die, so, pepe. kermit as luffy main character yes, which means zoro has to be miss piggy (im zolu until i die) miss piggy could do three sword style easily, and she'd jump into the water to save kermit from drowning every time nami would be rizzo because 1: street rat/cat burgalar kind of match and 2 she is always ready to tell people when they're being idiots and rizzo would do the same usopp would be beaker - he's an inventor too! but he's also canonically a coward (but he beats his fear every time!!! i love usopp!!!) he's still very meek though, like beaker, and i think robin would pair well with him as bunsen because she has a curious scientific mind that is a little bit unhinged (wierdgirl robin i love you so much) chopper as a human youre absolutely right and the human has to be the rock (google SNL adult bambi skit) franky would be gonzo because stuntman/inventor pair pretty well together and i think gonzo could fire canons from their arms and we'd all be like yeah yeah that tracks. brook is dr teeth, musician extroidinare and he'd look great with a gold tooth - he's also the Most fashonable in a gaudy way and dr teeth has everything going on all the time. Jimbei would be bobo the bear, big and imposing but actually just a lovely guy. other honourable mentions is scooter as coby, uncle deadly as mihawk, and sam the eagle as garp!

this is the best ask i've ever received in my life i'm gonna print it out and hang it on my wall

#svtboo #so glad we're in agreement about chopper i believed that one in my soul so it's good someone else saw the vision #also i know absolutely fuck dick all about both one piece and the muppets. this is great #life is so beautiful. when you know where to look. and i'm looking at muppet one piece #becky every time you thirst over sanji now i'm just gonna be thinking about the fucking. muppet shrimp #question

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Never meet your heroes

Written for day 9 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 955

Pairing: Javier x OFC Tracy

Prompt: in public

Warnings: smut, sort of exhibitionism?, age gap, self-loathing, shower sex

She’s giggling the whole way through the corridors and into the locker room, during which the only person they meet has headphones on - connected to a walkman at his hip - and his eyes glued to a notepad in his hands. It’s empty, and the door slides shut behind them. What are you doing? he chastises himself, even as he kisses her breathless. Tracy, is her name. This doe-eyed fresh out of college girl who caught him out by the front desk where he was waiting to hand over some tools that were left behind on the ranch. So no, it wasn’t some sudden desire to turn his life around, or some overdone New Year’s resolution to lose weight that put him in this place. No, it’s an errand for his dad which is one of only two reasons he goes into town these days. If he wanted to exercise - which he doesn’t - he would just move heavy stuff around on the ranch.

Tracy pushes him onto one of the benches lined up against the wall then settles on his lap. Javier hates locker rooms. Hates the way they smell and how they remind him of high school. He buries his face, and his mind, at the spot between her earlobe and her jaw to taste her salty skin. Her hands find their way under his button-up, nails scratching at his skin. It numbs the pain for a second, doing this. Javier doesn’t ever fuck on autopilot, he dedicates himself to whoever he’s with and so there is no space or time for other thoughts. No worrying about the ranch, no flashing back to dead people in the streets, no memories of whispers at the office as his involvement with Los Pepes got out. He just needs to pay attention to her. To how she sounds and moves, how she feels. Tracy rocks against his denim-clad bulge then pulls back. Javier reaches for her but she dodges his outreached hand with a giggle.

“I need to shower. Want to join me?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. With clothes on, she looked like something out of an ad for the gym. Naked, she belongs on the center spread of any of the magazines Javier turns to more and more often so he won’t have to face people. He stumbles to his feet, goes for the zipper on his jeans. She slips away from him as he begins to undress, letting her clothes fall to the floor and throwing him another impish look over her shoulder as she steps into the nearest cubicle.

Tracy doesn’t bother with closing the curtain, instead turning her back to him and turning the water on to let it cascade onto her.

“Hurry up,” she singsongs, “Evening aerobics is letting out soon.” Javier curses at the buttons of his shirt before finally ripping them in a fit of frustration. He kicks the jeans aside - palming the condom he fished out of his wallet - and strides into the shower, closing the yellowed curtain behind him with one hand while the other lands at her hip.

“Want to see your face,” he says over the thrum of the shower. She fires off another wide smile as she turns to him, lets her arms drape over his shoulders. He drags his fist along his erection, testing the fit of the condom, then drops the torn wrapper where he stands. All the while she’s planting kisses wherever she can reach. At his cheeks, his neck, the corner of his mouth. Content that the condom’s in place, Javier catches her in a heated kiss that has her shivering in the cramped cubicle. He backs her against the wall, drops a hand between her legs and begins to work his fingers over her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” she cries out, legs twitching from the sudden stimulation. He keeps her there, pressed to the wall, as he works her open to receive him. Her orgasm comes quickly, her whole face and body tensing, before suddenly going lax again. He grabs at his cock again but she stops him with a hand on his forearm.

“Here,” Tracy says. She turns away from him again, sticking her ass out in an offering. Javier braces himself against the wall, plants his feet, and drives forward into her slick pussy. She whines at the intrusion but wastes no time in beginning to bounce with him, off-pace at first but then they find their rhythm.

“Oh gooood, yes!” She’s louder than a fucking air raid siren, and had Javier been in a clearer state of mind maybe he would’ve been more concerned about being caught. Now, all he can think about is what a compliment it is. That he’s good enough to make her scream. It’s over much too soon, and yet the second Javier steps back he feels like the moment’s dragged on for an eternity. You’re one of my heroes, that’s what she said to him in the waiting room. He shouldn’t be anyone’s hero, least of all for some 24 year old who has no idea what’s really going on in the world. The familiar feeling of disgust begins to seep back into his bones, clinging to him like tar. Tracy pulls her top back on, throws her wait hair back over her shoulder as she beams at him.

“It was nice meeting you, mr. Peña.” He swallows thickly, nods.

“Good luck-” he pauses for a moment, rifling through his mind for what little information she gave him before inviting him to the locker room. “-with that new job of yours.” With that, he pulls at his ruined shirt buttons, covering himself as much he can, and walks out the door.

#nffalphabet #javier pena fic #javier pena x ofc #narcos fic

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10 Best Crypto to Buy Now for 2025

The crypto bull market has finally arrived, with Bitcoin recently surpassing the $100,000 level. The good news, however, is that the existing cycle has only just started, meaning you still have time to secure favorable prices.

But what is the best crypto to buy in 2025, considering millions of digital assets exist? Read on to explore 10 hand-picked projects, each offering a unique aspect and upside potential. We also explain how beginners can identify projects before they explode.

best crypto to buy now for 2025

Here’s a list of the best crypto to buy for the 2025 cycle:

Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) – The Overall Best Cryptocurrency to Invest in Today [$3 Million+ in Presale Funding]

Crypto All-Stars (STARS) – Cross-Bridge Staking Ecosystem for the World’s Leading Meme Coin Projects

Best Wallet (BEST) – Secure Wallet Application With Self-Custody Storage and Crypto Investing Features

Catslap (SLAP) – Fair-Launch Meme Coin Based on a Slapping Cat With 60x Returns in Two Weeks

Flockerz (FLOCK) – Trending DAO-Based Meme Project With Over $5 Million Raised in the Ongoing Presale

Pepe Unchained (PEPU) – The Largest Presale Campaign in 2024 With Just One Day Left Until Completion

Bitcoin (BTC) – The World’s Biggest and Most Recognized Crypto by Adoption and Institutional Interest

SushiSwap (SUSHI) – Undervalued Decentralized Exchange Governance Token With Monthly Gains of 225%

Toncoin (TON) – Invest in One of the Fastest-Growing Layer-1 Blockchains With Telegram Endorsement

GMT (GMT) – Established Move-to-Earn Ecosystem With Tokenized Rewards and NFT Upgrades

Best Cryptocurrency to Invest in – Our Analysis

We’ll now talk about the cryptocurrencies listed above in more detail. Read on to choose the top crypto to invest in for your portfolio.

1. Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) – The Overall Best Cryptocurrency to Invest in Today [$3 Million+ in Presale Funding]

Wall Street Pepe is our overall top pick, especially for presale investors. This meme coin project offers real-world utility. Anyone holding its native token, WEPE, has access to the alpha trading channel. This provides 100x picks via real-time signals, ensuring even beginners can outperform crypto whales.

Holders can also access the WEPE Army, a Telegram collective for sharing crypto strategies and success stories. Extras WEPE tokens are up for grabs, with weekly competitions rewarding the most accurate trading ideas.

Another plus point is that WEPE offers competitive staking rewards without long lock-up periods. The APY is currently 171% with flexible withdrawals. Although the presale launched recently, over $3 million has already been invested. The total token supply is 200 billion WEPE, and 20% (40 billion) has been allocated to the presale.

2. Crypto All-Stars (STARS) – Cross-Bridge Staking Ecosystem for the World’s Leading Meme Coin Projects

Crypto All-Stars solves a pressing issue in the blockchain industry – cross-chain staking for meme coins. In a nutshell, its innovative “MemeVault” protocol offers competitive APYs across multiple blockchain ecosystems. This means investors can stake all of their meme coin holdings in one place, rather than needing to use multiple platforms.

For example, investors can stake Bonk, dogwifhat, and Popcat from the Solana ecosystem. Not to mention Brett and Toshi from Base. Ethereum-based meme coins like Shiba Inu and FLOKI are supported, too.

Crypto All-Stars offers higher staking payouts when holding STARS, incentivizing investors to buy its native token. While the MemeVault is still in development, this is reflected in the presale valuation. Those investing today will pay just $0.0016782 per STARS, which is discounted from the listing price. Just 11 days are left until the presale ends.

3. Best Wallet (BEST) – Secure Wallet Application With Self-Custody Storage and Crypto Investing Features

Best Wallet has revolutionized the crypto wallet space. It proves that wallet ecosystems can do more than just store crypto assets securely. On the contrary, Best Wallet offers a comprehensive range of features, ensuring that third-party providers are no longer required. This is because everything is accessible within the Best Wallet app.

For example, users can swap tokens from over 60 blockchains, including Solana, BNB Chain, Ethereum, and Arbitrum. Best Wallet has also added fiat on-ramp providers, allowing purchases and sales with convenient payment methods.

Other key features (some are in development) include staking aggregation, perpetual futures trading, crypto gambling, NFT galleries, and access to pre-vetted launches. BEST, the project’s ecosystem token, is available now in presale. The current discounted price is $0.023025, and over $3 million has been raised so far.

4. Catslap (SLAP) – Fair-Launch Meme Coin Based on a Slapping Cat With 60x Returns in Two Weeks

Catslap (SLAP) has been the best crypto to buy in the past fortnight. Since its fair launch on November 25th, Catslap has increased by over 60x. Its all-time high of $0.01014 was achieved five days ago, so those buying today can capitalize on the temporary market correction. Currently, an all-time high discount of over 30% is available.

In addition, although Catslap has already produced substantial returns, it has a market capitalization of just $31 million. The project aims to become the leading cat meme coin, so a significant upside could be in the making.

After all, the cat-themed niche is now a multi-billion dollar ecosystem, with popular projects including Popcat and cat in a dogs world. According to Etherscan data, Catslap already has over 16,000 token holders. This is based on two weeks of trading, so early signs suggest that Catslap could be one of the best cryptocurrencies to invest in.

5. Flockerz (FLOCK) – Trending DAO-Based Meme Project With Over $5 Million Raised in the Ongoing Presale

Some analysts claim that Flockerz could also be the best crypto to buy, especially considering the recent success of meme coins. It’s a brand-new meme project that operates as a decentralized autonomous organization (DAO). This means project decisions are made by the community.

To ensure transparency and consistent participation, Flockerz has created a vote-to-earn framework. This enables FLOCK holders to vote safely while also earning additional tokens. Everyone has a fair and equal say, meaning whales don’t have too much influence.

Moreover, the vote-to-earn system requires FLOCK to be staked, so a larger percentage of tokens could be locked. This will create stable trading conditions and enable FLOCK to appreciate organically. However, the protocol isn’t live yet, as FLOCK is still running its presale. Over $5 million has been invested so far, and the current price is $0.0062995

6. Pepe Unchained (PEPU) – The Largest Presale Campaign in 2024 With Just One Day Left Until Completion

Pepe Unchained is another meme coin with identifiable features and use cases. It offers a layer-2 solution for Pepe, providing a fast and low-cost alternative to Ethereum. Pepe Unchained has created a user-friendly bridge, enabling Pepe holders to join its network without requiring technical know-how.

Pepe Unchained’s network will also expand into other areas, ensuring it’s well-positioned for the Web 3.0 era. It’s inviting skilled developers to build decentralized applications (dApps), with grants available for the most innovative ideas.

Pepe Unchained also invites crypto degens to its ”Pump Pad”. This enables users to launch a new meme coin in just two clicks, with anti-rug security included. Crucially, Pepe Unchained is about to complete one of the largest presales in recent years, with over $73 million raised. Investors have just one more day to join the presale before it ends.

7. Bitcoin (BTC) – The World’s Biggest and Most Recognized Crypto by Adoption and Institutional Interest

Bitcoin should be held by every crypto investor, considering it’s the largest project across most measurable metrics. This includes holders, market capitalization, adoption, recognition, and institutional interest. What’s more, Bitcoin was the original crypto asset when it launched in 2009. Unlike most projects, it’s completely decentralized and secure.

This makes Bitcoin an attractive choice for long-term holders. While Bitcoin’s upside is lower than presale and small-cap projects, it still offers untapped potential. ARK Invest, for example, believes that Bitcoin will surpass $1 million by 2030.

This would provide an upside of at least 10x based on current prices. Bitcoin is also the most liquid crypto asset and the least volatile. This means it’s easy to buy Bitcoin, as well as sell it, even for beginners. Crucially, the Bitcoin supply will never exceed 21 million, so it’s a finite asset with store-of-value characteristics.

8. SushiSwap (SUSHI) – Undervalued Decentralized Exchange Governance Token With Monthly Gains of 225%

SushiSwap is an established decentralized exchange (DEX) that primarily supports Ethereum-based tokens. That said, it also supports other networks, including fast-growing layer-2s like Base, Arbitrum, and Blast. SushiSwap uses liquidity pools when exchanging tokens, ensuring a decentralized and anonymous experience.

Moreover, market prices are determined by the automated market maker (AMM) framework, so traditional order books aren’t needed. SushiSwap makes money from trading commissions, so it runs a self-sufficient ecosystem.

The best way of gaining exposure to SushiSwap’s growth is SUSHI, the project’s native token. Many analysts argue that SushiSwap is undervalued, considering the potential market size of DEX trading. Its market capitalization is currently just $631 million. Even so, SushiSwap has increased by 225% in the past month, so momentum is on its side.

9. Toncoin (TON) – Invest in One of the Fastest-Growing Layer-1 Blockchains With Telegram Endorsement

Toncoin’s fundamentals couldn’t be stronger. This layer-1 blockchain not only offers fast, scalable, and low-cost transactions but is also designed and endorsed by Telegram. This is massive, considering Telegram is used by about 1 billion people globally. As such, Toncoin is “unofficially” Telegram’s native ecosystem coin.

This is supported by Telegram’s in-built wallet, which enables users to send and receive TON. Moreover, TON is the platform’s reward currency when paying content creators. These characteristics make TON one of the best cryptos to buy today.

In terms of price performance, Toncoin has increased by 177% in the past year. And 25% in the prior month. It currently trades about 20% below all-time highs. The main drawback is Toncoin’s mammoth market capitalization of over $16 billion. Nonetheless, this could represent a small fraction of its potential, considering its ties with Telegram.

10. GMT (GMT) – Established Move-to-Earn Ecosystem With Tokenized Rewards and NFT Upgrades

The final option to consider is GMT, the native token backing STEPN. In a nutshell, STEPN is an established move-to-earn ecosystem. It enables users to earn tokenized rewards when moving, whether that’s a brief walk or a fully-fledged run. This shows that blockchain technology can be a great contributor to health and well-being.

Moreover, STEPN also offers NFT upgrades, such as virtual sneakers. These allow users to amplify their GMT earnings, where movement is rewarded at a faster pace. NFTs can be traded via the online marketplace, with prices based on their rarity.

All ecosystem features can be accessed on the STEPN app for iOS and Android, This ensures a user-friendly experience and a global audience. Those buying GMT have direct exposure to STEPN’s move-to-earn framework. GMT, which has a market capitalization of $570 million, is up almost 58% in the past month. However, GMT now trades 95% below all-time highs.

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Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) token nedir ve nasıl alınır? WEPE token fiyat tahmini ve geleceği

Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) token ön satışı ile dikkatleri üstüne çekmeyi başaran kurbağa temalı meme coinlerden biri oldu. Balina hareketlerinin kripto piyasasına yön vermesine tepki olarak geliştirilen Wall Street Pepe, küçük yatırımcıların balina hesaplarına meydan okuması olarak tanır. Bu yazıda çeşitli özellikleri ile öne çıkan detaylı Wall Street Pepe coin nedir sorusuna cevap vererek Wall…

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Disclosure: This article does not represent investment advice. The content and materials featured on this page are for educational purposes only. Dogecoin (DOGE) and Pepe (PEPE) prices dip as Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) storms the stage with a record-breaking $25M presale. Throughout 2024, crypto enthusiasts have been speculating and passionately debating about the meme coin supercycle and how long it could last. While many meme coins saw price growth as Bitcoin broke past $100,000, the likes of Dogecoin and Pepe have since dipped, with DOGE down 10% on the weekly chart and PEPE down 14%. However, a brand-new meme coin – Wall Street Pepe (WEPE) – has raised $25m in a very short period. This is an incredible achievement that marks WEPE as one of the fastest-growing presales, a clear sign that the meme coin supercycle still has a lot of staying power. DOGE progress stalls From the chart below, DOGE bulls will be keeping an eye on DOGE’s ascending triangle. However, at this point, DOGE has spent over a week dipping towards the green diagonal trend line – and if the price breaks through it, traders and investors will turn their attention to the support levels below. Two psychological price levels stand out due to high wicks emerging from a couple of past daily candles. These are $0.30 and $0.22 – and if the DOGE price falls to $0.22 from its current value, that will be a dip of approximately 44%. Even though we are in a bull market and the meme coin supercycle theory remains plausible, all market cycles involve dips and corrections as well as pumps and other bullish movements. So, although $0.30 might prove a sufficiently strong support level to enable a bounce and bullish continuation, $0.22 is a good level to look at for investors who want to buy DOGE at a heavy discount. In the event of a dip, it’s likely to take some time – perhaps several weeks or a few months – before the DOGE price recovers and goes beyond $0.485. PEPE hopping into trouble PEPE followed Dogecoin’s pump with a delay of a couple of days. Since that time, PEPE traders and investors have shown a lot less confidence in this token’s ability to sustain its higher price – and this is reflected in the high degree of chop in the chart below, as well as a notable tendency for dips to form and activate very quickly. Since DOGE dipped, PEPE has chopped with even more intensity, rather than falling too far down. Looking at Pepe’s trading volume, a much sharper drop-off in volume is seen over the last few days. This means that this intense chop is being driven by very little trading volume – which could be a sign of manipulation driven by algorithms and trading AIs. Taking a bullish perspective, just like DOGE, PEPE is located within an ascending triangle. However, the trendline that forms the support level for that triangle is quite steep – and that generally indicates weaker support and a high likelihood of a large dip if the support level is broken. From there, it’s quite a long way down (almost -35%) to the next strongest support level at $0.000015. Because of the high degree of recent chop, such a bearish move might take some time to reach its target – but it could easily get there before bouncing and moving into a new bullish phase. Overall, DOGE and PEPE are currently showing significant weakness, with a strong possibility of large dips ahead. Fortunately, it’s not all doom and gloom for meme coin traders as a new presale project is showing huge potential. Next 100x meme coin: Wall Street Pepe hits $25M in presale With so much potentially bearish uncertainty swirling through the crypto markets, projects that are achieving massive success under these conditions really stand out. Wall Street Pepe is one such project, and has already raised $25m in the first two weeks of its presale stage. Wall Street Pepe was created to empower degens across the crypto space with the skills and tools they need to get ahead. From alpha calls to key trading insights and strategic advantages, the WEPE army is already one of the fastest-growing meme coin communities. The token also offers staking – and can be staked during the presale stage, with current estimated rewards of 47% PA. Over at 99Bitcoins, a crypto analyst has completed a deep dive into Wall Street Pepe, and found it to be incredibly promising: [embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqeNPJTxRBY[/embed] Very few meme coins are designed to provide their community members with any utility at all – let alone actionable trading advice and the knowledge required to make money from crypto. Another frog meme coin, Pepe Unchained, saw gains of over 600% after its launch last week following a $60M+ presale, and Wall Street Pepe could be set for similar gains. For more information on WEPE, visit their website. Disclosure: This content is provided by a third party. crypto.news does not endorse any product mentioned on this page. Users must do their own research before taking any actions related to the company. 2024-12-16 23:44:57 https://crypto.news/app/uploads/2024/12/crypto-news-altcoin-pepe-frog-trading-chart-option02.webp

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Crypto’s latest meme coin sensation, Wall Street Pepe (WEPE), takes a page from Jordan Belfort’s “Wolf of Wall Street” playbook. With over $14 million raised in presale, this project mixes Pepe the Frog memes with real trading tools. And the popular #Blockchain #Crypto

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Traders Rotate Pepe Unchained Profits into Next Potential 100x Meme Coins

As Pepe Unchained leads the meme coin market with a 500% gain in three days, traders are searching for the next breakout presale “joke” token. Two of those seeing the most demand since $PEPU’s launch are Crypto All-Stars and Wall Street Pepe. ICO to Crypto’s Most Viral Meme Coin: Pepe Unchained’s Success Story Pepe Unchained launched a token presale to create an Ethereum layer 2 blockchain for…

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Pepe Unchained explodes after debut on Exchange - will Turbo and WEPE follow?

Pepe Unchained is setting the pace in the cryptocurrency market today, surging 79% and ranking #1 on CoinMarketCap. So the question becomes: Will other popular baby alternatives, like Turbo and Wall Street Baby, explode next? Pepe Unchained Soars After Biggest ICO of 2024 Pepe Unchained is trading at a staggering market cap of $335 million after launching just two days ago. Prior to the…

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Disclosure: This article does not represent investment advice. The content and materials featured on this page are for educational purposes only. Pepe rallies 23% to a new ATH with surging volume, while Wall Street Pepe offers a strong alternative. Pepe has rallied 23% in the past week to a new all-time high (ATH). It’s trading volume is surging and other meme coins are struggling to stay afloat. Is this a good time to buy Pepe, or could the newly launched Wall Street Pepe offer a better alternative? Pepe Breaks Out With Strong Volume Pepe coin’s volume is much higher than the market average today, which shows traders remain interested despite its heightened price. Right now, Pepe is trading at $0.00002642, up 4% today, 26% this week, and 143% this month. It currently holds a $11.1 billion market cap and a $6.4 billion 24-hour trading volume. That’s over $4 billion more than Shiba Inu’s volume and under $300 million less than Dogecoin’s. Pepe’s volume even surpasses that of Solana, which currently holds a $110 billion market cap. Its high volume confirms that the uptrend is strong, laying the way for more growth. Traders Target SHIB Market Cap Given that Pepe has easily surpassed Shiba Inu in terms of trading volume, it’s no surprise that traders are now looking towards its market cap catching up. Currently, Shiba Inu holds an $18.3 billion valuation, which is $7.2 billion higher than Pepe’s. Analyst Jameson says that the “flippening is inevitable.” Based on Shiba Inu’s current market cap, Pepe must rise by 64% to catch up. This would push its price to $0.0000433. However, the crypto market is amidst a bullish phase, in which Shiba Inu will also rise. So, should Pepe flip Shiba Inu as expected, we could see its price climb higher than that. Popular Pepe trader Plazma looks toward Shiba Inu’s ATH market cap, which would give Pepe a price of $0.00012. Plazma hails Pepe’s price chart, which he says looks better than any other project right now. In the tweet, the analyst also points to Dogecoin’s ATH, which would give a Pepe price of $0.0002. This week, Pepe has created an ATH while tokens like Shiba Inu and Dogecoin struggled to stay in the green. This highlights the project’s market appeal and momentum, which could provide legs for much more gains in the coming months. Based on all of this, Shiba Inu’s ATH market cap – which would place Pepe at a price of $0.00012 – seems an optimistic but achievable target for this market cycle. In a storm of euphoria, Pepe could potentially even reach Dogecoin’s previous high market cap at a price of $0.0002. However, as Pepe shows strength, a new Pepe-related token has entered the market and is making significant gains. The project is called Wall Street Pepe, and it has raised over $3 million in its opening five days of presale. Can Wall Street Pepe provide bigger returns than Pepe? Profit-hungry investors are rotating to Wall Street Pepe, drawn to its electrifying blend of Pepe coin and Jordan Belfort. The project is building an army of everyday traders who are tired of seeing others get rich and want to become millionaires themselves. Crypto is swamped with whale insider groups who know what to buy, when to buy, and when to sell. Wall Street Pepe is creating his own, and all WEPE holders are invited. It’s more than a Pepe reboot. This project is fueled by a love of Pepe and inspiration from Jordan Belfot’s rags-to-riches story, and it’s providing the community with market-beating tools. [embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6brqxBOsinQ[/embed] As mentioned, it’ll have its own trading insider group. Users can discuss strategies and the best ways to maximize profits. But the project will also provide trading signals and alpha insights, giving users the heads up on the next 100x potential meme coins and more. Users can also earn tokens via staking or submitting their trading ideas to the team. This concept that has never been done before. It’s using the starpower of two iconic figures to cultivate a community, and then it’s providing the tools to organize this community into the next group of crypto whales. The presale price is expected to rise throughout the campaign, so prospective buyers should not wait around. For more information, visit the Wall Street Pepe presale website. Disclosure: This content is provided by a third party. crypto.news does not endorse any product mentioned on this page. Users must do their own research before taking any actions related to the company.

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