#Will was confiding in Lucas that he feels like he’s missing out on something big

[http-byler]

Lucas Sinclair was Will’s first kiss. I won’t be taking questions at this time.

#my proof? #im queer and I said so. #it was just a peck yk? #Will was confiding in Lucas that he feels like he’s missing out on something big #and he’s like. afraid that he’ll never be kissed bc he refuses to kiss a girl and they live in Hawkins… #and Lucas? he just offers to kiss him #that way he can check that box. get that experience everyone else already got #and at least it’ll be with someone he loves and trusts (even if it’s soley platonic) #it’s short and simple & Will blushes like crazy but they both just smile & go back to chatting (the thank you goes unsaid. tho not unheard) #(mike loses his mind when he finds out. complains abt it all the time. #but Will needs only to remind him that his first kiss was with his step sister and Mike shuts right up) #byclair #byler #<in the tags at least #the wise #the ranger #egon & venkman #the heart #elijah speaks

[joshlmbrt]

Hi, can I request a part 2 to the secret relationship fic where he makes it up to reader and earns us back??? It was so good, but that ending really bummed me out.

(If this is not okay, I totally understand and I am sorry. I hope you have a nice day)

thank you for requesting this !! i was gonna just leave it as a oneshot, but a bunch of people requested a second part!w; second chances!! tags; @kingstevesgf, @need-a-life-or-grass, @marvelcasey05, @emma-munson part one.

it’s strange when even your closest friends will not speak to you over something you did.

granted, eddie knew he deserved it - he deserved it big time.

the club had even stopped sitting with him at lunch, which made him feel slightly embarrassed. then he remembered how he knocked your food all over your clothing in a cafeteria full of teenagers who would never let you live it down.

dustin, lucas, and mike had stopped speaking to him immediately after that had happened, going as far as missing meets. gareth, jeff, and tony had showed up to a meet, but instead of playing, they drilled him for questions.

safe to say, they were not happy with their friend.

robin and steve even ignored him when he would go into family video, only speaking to him when they had told him the price.

he was getting desperate for anyone to speak to him again.

anxiously, he stepped into family video, frowning when steve simply looked away and back at the clipboard in front of him.

he lets out a small sigh, walking towards the horror section. he stops when he hears robin muttering to herself.

he follows her voice before stepping into the comedy section. “absolutely bori-”

“please, just talk to me. i’m going stir crazy.”

she looks over at him, brow raising slightly. “imagine how she felt.” she then walks past him, tapes clutched to her chest.

he follows after her, desperate to let her know his side of the story. “i didn’t mean to hurt her-”

“really? bullying her to the point she didn’t want to show her face?”

“that’s… that’s not what i wanted to do, anyway,” he says. “i was scared.”

“you could’ve talked to her about it.” steve finally speaks up.

he looks at steve and sighs. “it’s just…. it’s not that easy for me to talk about something that bothers me.”

“yeah, but she was supposedly your girlfriend. she’s there to listen to any of your worries, eddie. you didn’t have to … to do whatever you thought you were doing.” robin shakes her head.

“protecting her.”

“by bullying her?” steve’s brows lift.

“yes! i thought… i thought maybe it would-” he pauses because he knows the next thing that’s going about to come out of his mouth is not really a good reason. “i thought maybe people wouldn’t suspect us dating,” he winces. robin narrows her eyes. “i didn’t want her to get embarrassed.”

“sounds like you were the one who was embarrassed.” steve says dismissively.

“what?! no! why would i be embarrassed of her?”

“why didn’t you just… talk to her about it?” robin asks.

“i… i just- i don’t know,” he rubs at his forehead. “i didn’t think she would understand.”

“she did,” robin nods. “she thought you were embarrassed of her.”

his shoulders slump. “she did?”

“well, with the way you were acting and everything, i wouldn’t be surprised.” steve shrugs.

eddie sighs and nods. “i… i need to make this right,” he says. he then squares his shoulders and nods, seemingly confident. “i’ll make this right.”

“i’d be surprised.” robin says, watching as he walks out of the store quickly.

-

dustin opens the door, only to roll his eyes and pushes to shut the door. eddie’s boot stops it from shutting all the way.

“wait! i know your mad at me. but please, i need your help.”

“what could you possibly need my help on?

“i want to make things right with everyone. but first… i want to make things right with her.”

dustin narrows his eyes, tilting his head. “and what makes you think i’d help you do that?”

“b-because your my friend?”

“that was before you decided to-”

“it’s okay, dustin,” eddie perks up when he hears your voice. you come into view. “i’ll talk to him.”

he lets out a little hmpf, turning and walking past you. eddie steps back slightly when you step out, shutting the door behind you. you cross your arms over your chest.

“what.. what are you doing here?”

“the kids wanted me to come over and watch a movie with them.” you shrug.

he lets out a little oh, nodding.

your brows lift. “what do you want, eddie?”

he sighs softly. “i want to make things right,” he nods. “i… i didn’t mean for everything to get out of hand like it did. honest,” he looks at you. “i got scared that people were figuring out that we were dating.”

“and that’s a bad thing?”

“yes! i don’t want people to look at you differently because we’re dating.”

“people look differently at me now, that’s for sure.”

he chews at the inside of his cheek before stepping a bit closer. “and i’m sorry for that,” his voice was low and somber, a hand hesitantly reaching out and gripping your bicep. “i was just nervous…”

“then you should’ve talked to me like a normal person would, eddie. not… made me regret you.”

his heart breaks at hearing that and he nods. “if… if you give me another chance, maybe you can teach me how to communicate my feelings better.”

you let out a small sigh because you know you’re going to say yes. you love eddie too much to turn away. “one condition.”

“anything.”

“this won’t be a secret this time,” you point between the yourself and eddie. “i… i love you and i want people to know, eds. i don’t want to hide away what i love.”

he smiles softly, nodding slightly. “i think i can agree to that.”

#cherry writes ✿ #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst

[neuroprincess]

LuLu Goes to Daycare - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Melissa doesn't want to do it, Y/N denies being worried and both moms don't know how to deal with their baby's first day at daycare.

Classification: Domestic fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: +3000

Note: I know that the post with Ava won the poll, but I've been in hospital twice this week, had injections in hips and spent days unconscious due to medication, after all that I just wanted to write a bit of family comfort. The next post will be about Ava, as soon as I get better ^^

Unrevised

With a hand to her face to protect against the sun, Melissa lets out a long sigh and looks at the colorful entrance. Parents carrying their little ones pass her by, most of them with big smiles and excited about the start of another school year. She herself is excited, misses her children and work routine, but feeling the opposite at the mere thought of leaving Luca at daycare. The baby's babbling brings her out of trance, his little feet tapping against the seat cushion in agitation, caught up in everything that's happening around him.  

"Ready for this, darling?" Y/N asks her wife, working hard at getting the little boy out of the car seat. 

She nods, not a sincere answer, there's an unpleasant feeling in the pit of the stomach, the same as when doing something difficult, a challenge or the one that haunts everyone when doing something for the first time. Despite all the insecurities and even a little fear, she wants to pass on some kind of confidence to her little family in this big step.  

"LuLu looks so handsome." the younger whispers, straightening his clothes once she has managed to get him out of the equipment, a yellow dungaree and cotton T-shirt have been chosen, shoes have long since been thrown in the air "I think he's a bit hot."  

"Fever?" they look at each other in alarm and soon they're both standing over their son checking his temperature with the back of their hand, then with the thermometer just in case "I don't know whether to laugh or cry, we've been working with children for years and now we look like two complete laymen."  

"Aren't we looking for excuses?" the reluctance hits Y/N, she's never been separated from him for more than a few hours and now she'll have to spend the whole day without being by her chubby side. The couple stare for a few seconds, reflecting, in the end deciding to cover up how emotionally drained they really are by this "Nah." they say in unison.  

"The gate will close soon, let's take our tesoro." the redhead leaves the car, turns around to open the door, stretches out the arms to take Luca on her lap, can't resist showering his rosy cheeks with kisses and getting the cutest giggles out of him, little teeth showing "Time passes so quickly, just yesterday he looked like a plucked chicken and today he's a little prince."  

"Did you just compare our son to a plucked chicken?" incredulous, the girl closes the car door and holds back a laugh, stuck in the back of her throat, making her cough dryly.  

"And I lied?"  

Y/N rolls her eyes, kissing the boy on the forehead, admiring every tiny detail of him, from rust-colored hair to the freckles he seems to have inherited from the Schemmenti, simple but still present on his snub nose and chubby little arms. When he arrived, he was very small, large for a premature baby, gradually taking on his mother's features, personality and appearance. A little human about to begin a new stage.  

The path from the entrance to the classroom door is tortuous, not even the photos of children having fun reassure them, the corridor is full of them, playing in the playground, using paints, dressed up, dancing, among other clearly fun activities.  

"Excited, bambino?" the eldest asks, lifting him up so that they're face to face, hopefully expecting LuLu to deny it and give a reason to turn around, but he nods in the affirmative with a cheeky smile "Sure?" he nods again, jumping up and down with excitement "Amore mio, I don't think he understands and leaving him here could probably make our baby feel abandoned, cause trauma..."  

"But almost all children go to daycare and are fine, LuLu is smart, loves socializing and learns quickly." Y/N says calmly, more to herself than anything else, fingers stroking the thick curls of the boy who is now oblivious to the conversation, concentrating on the movement around "And he's your copy, which means he'll do well. Don't you agree, darling?" 

Melissa sighs and fights the impulse to snort at her wife, who knows how to pull all her strings and hit her in the right places. Knowing that she can't resist her charms, she decides to give in, only agreeing in a grumpy whisper. Stubbornness is a family heirloom. Pride too.  

"Time to go, big boy." she announces to the baby, who giggles at the two of them, arms waving as if he understands everything that's being said "Okay, keep it up and maybe you'll give Mama Mel some courage." the redhead whispers last, taking the first steps into the nightmare.  

Disgusted, she finds the designated room more than quickly, the pair of teachers at the door waiting for their fellow little angels to appear. Melissa shamelessly tries to see more of what's going on behind the doors, where many of the crawling babies are playing on the carpet. She can't hold back a smile realizing that although she isn't a paragon of stature herself, their son is by far one of the biggest babies in the daycare, not least because he already stands out with cute big cheeks and rust-colored hair that's starting to curl at the ends.   

Y/N hands the baby bag over to one of the teachers and joins her family, now visibly fearful, all the insecurities she tried to keep to herself and ended up brushing under the carpet come to the surface in a matter of seconds. What if he doesn't adapt? Because he's an only child and relatively spoiled, he ends up fighting with one of his classmates over a toy? Or if they hurt him? If there are other children with their first teeth looking for something soft to bite and why not little Schemmenti's chubby arms?  

"...please don't forget to put the yellow blanket over his face when he goes to lie down, Luca can only fall asleep with this one." the younger gives the last instructions from the short list of quirks that come in their son's handbook.  

"Right..." the teacher murmurs in disbelief, having learned that she would have two parents who are professionals in the same field, she thought it would make the process much easier, only to discover that it was quite the opposite "Now, if you'll excuse me..." she nods and tries to escape, pretending that someone is calling her, only to be intercepted on the way by the other mother lion and her dozens of extremely specific questions.  

After a few minutes and many kisses, the two moms leave the building with empty arms and hearts sunk with the terrible feeling of not being close to their little boy. For eight months carrying him and for another ten they kept him only to themselves, attached by the hips, having never spent more than a prolonged nap equivalent to a romantic dinner away. They stop for a few seconds in front of the car, ideas running through their heads and none of them believing that everything is going to be all right, anxiety hitting hard.  

"You know..." they say in unison, thinking of excuses to get rid of each other.  

"I need a new laptop charger and we passed a store a block away." Y/N starts, slurring a few words, and points in the opposite direction "You go ahead, I'll take a uber later."  

"All right, Barb just texted me to give her a ride." Melissa smiles, as if destiny were helping her "See you in Abbott, take care, cara mia." and approaches, placing a chaste kiss on the lips of her wife, no idea that she has plans of her own.  

Half a block away and the car parked on the other street, they both sneak into the daycare, taking advantage of the movement of some late families to sneak in. Melissa gained access to the garden next to the classroom by convincing a member of staff that she had lost her earring in the grass, while Y/N managed to get past everyone to the door without attracting attention.  

When the corridor empties, she approaches the glass, eyes instinctively searching for her son and soon finds the boy crawling across the carpet with the others, a dozen toys scattered around them. It doesn't take long for LuLu to find something colorful and eye-catching to put in his mouth, something he's been doing frequently since the first teeth appeared, swallowing all the unknown microscopic germs that cause chills in Y/N, as in Melissa, jaws open in disbelief as no teacher stops the scene.   

"No, no, no!" the youngest whispers, wishing that mental begging could intervene. 

On the other side, the redhead is in the same state, her face pressed against the window to get a better view and equally shocked. They knew this moment would come and, no matter much planning and preparation, it's still hard to face your firstborn's first day. He's so curious, cheerful, full of life and can inspire anyone nearby, so spirited and brave that he doesn't even seem to mind being away from home and his moms' presence. This brings a genuine smile to Melissa's face, for her everything seems like a dream and she has the impression that she might wake up without everything she has achieved. After a collection of failed relationships, she has found the woman of her life, motherhood, which had been put aside for many years, has come naturally and a son she never imagined she would have before is now cradled in her arms every night, also giving her wet kisses and the most sincere affection in the world. After all the new world her little family has presented her with, the fruit of their love is growing incredibly fast and giving her new challenges. This is another one of them, to leave him for a few hours longer, to trust the precious life of their bambino in the hands of complete strangers.  

"What?" her eyes widen as she turns towards the door and finds her wife's unmistakable face stuck in the glass, staring at the whole scene "Amore mio!" she whispers, waiting for the girl to turn around and finally realize that she is there.  

Torturously long seconds pass before their gazes meet, the two of them not knowing exactly how to react, as if they had been caught in the act of committing a crime.   

"What the hell are you doing there?" she mimes with lips, pointing in her direction.  

"Looking after our son!" Y/N tries to defend herself, reading lips and miming too.  

"Did they let you in?" she is outraged, because she had to make up a huge excuse just to get into the garden.  

"Of course! I pretended to be a teacher..." she begins to explain and gestures pointing to herself, then to the corridor "And they let me stay here. It's dangerous..."  

"I know! Anyone can get in."   

They start a short conversation through the windows, even though they can't hear each other, they understand well after years of living together, it's easy to know what they're talking. So entertained, they barely notice that the teachers stare at them in surprise and just wait for them to finish their conversation before intervening, which takes a while. The couple begin to explain detail by detail how they got to where they are and then how LuLu can get sick in the very first week.  

"Excuse me!" one of them says loudly, close to a shout, and draws both of their attention to herself, faces flushed with embarrassment "Headmistress's office, now!" the teacher points to the door and snorts, disbelieving what she has just witnessed.  

Melissa can't help but roll her eyes and laugh at her wife's frightened expression as she heads towards the office, walking at a quick pace to avoid the woman who is walking behind her at a brisk and irritated pace. Back in her school days, when she used to get into so much trouble that at one point her parents didn't even care, she finds herself in front of a headmistress/principal with arms folded and not knowing what to do. It's a more than unusual situation in her years in the profession, there have been worried parents before, the kind who call repeatedly or send special porridge for fear that their babies won't eat properly, but they've never had one, in this case two at once, keeping an eye on what happens in the daycare and so blatantly.  

"Mrs. and Mrs. Schemmenti, would you like to explain to us what you were doing?"  

"Well..." the redhead mumbles, unsure exactly how to follow and for the first time stutters when explaining something "I... We, my wife and I... We're first-time moms and we really struggled to have our bambino, although we know you have incredible professionals... Well, I guess that's it, first-time mom panic..."  

"And a bit overprotective." Y/N adds, swallowing the lump in her throat "Okay, very overprotective." 

"Admitting it is always the first step." the headmistress says wryly and clasps hands together on the desk "But you know the rules here, you signed a contract..."  

"We swear it's an isolated situation and will never happen again." the eldest intervenes, feeling guilty, she was the one who was the most negative and full of worries about Luca joining the daycare, if it was entirely her choice she would have kept her family at home and safe "We were just very nervous and worried about him adapting, tesoro can be a bit of a difficult baby to deal with..."  

"Stubborn..."  

"Clever..."  

"And he doesn't know when to stop eating."  

 "That's true! Remember the time he ate half the parmigiana on my plate? I felt so proud..."  

"Your face said everything, it was so beautiful to watch. He's inherited your good appetite, that's for sure."  

The headmistress coughs falsely, bringing them back to the subject, letting a smile slip. 

"It's hard when it's our turn, isn't it?" she asks rhetorically "We hope that we can have your vote of confidence to look after little Luca. I know it's a new phase of adaptation that can be really hard, both for him and for you, but we really need your cooperation."  

"If it'll put your minds at ease, we can send a photo... or photos, we usually register all the activities and share them." the teacher suggests, softening a little "And you know that you can pick him up early, right?" 

They nod, feeling even more embarrassed, at the same time good about the understanding they are receiving and the alternatives given.  

"Thank you for your patience, we swear this won't happen again." the younger promises, smiling shyly "We'll follow the rules perfectly."  

"I'll take your word for it. You're free to go, Mrs. Schemmenti!"  

With tails between legs, the couple leave, without the courage to look each other in the eye after the scolding. Guilt gnaws at them too, not for sneaking off to watch LuLu, but for lying, something they never do and hate having to do. Melissa sighs as she approaches the car, bringing a hand up to her wife's, interlacing their fingers and carefully pushing her against the door, face to face.  

"I'm feeling like a rebellious teenager." she jokes, tone low, playful smirk not reaching her eyes "How are you?"  

"You know I was a good student." Y/N retorts, the fun of their relationship is the differences that only improve the dynamic "Darling, are you really okay?"  

"Would it be wrong or annoying for me to say that I'm still worried?" the woman bites her lip and looks away, feeling incredibly vulnerable "Now our little boy is being looked after by someone other than us and I don't have a manual for that..."  

"Hey, hey, it's okay, none of this is wrong or annoying, you're very attached and being away like this is a big step to take."   

The woman smiles weakly and moves closer, letting herself be enveloped in warm comfortable arms, feeling the sweet perfume, soft hands caressing her back and the voice that calms her in the midst of a hurricane of chaos, so she feels confident and safe for the first time all day, maybe all week.  

"Thank you for always understanding and loving me."  

"It's nothing more than my duty as your wife, darling." Y/N jokes and kisses her forehead, moving down to place a quick kiss on the lips "You know, I was trying to think of positive sides and what do you think of this one? Three extra hours we have after work, just to..."  

"But I want to pick him up the second we leave Abbott." the redhead says back and unlocks the door of the vehicle, opening it for the younger to get in.  

"I don't think you understand..."  

"Yes, I do, amore mio." and practically pushes her into the passenger seat, kissing the flushed cheeks and barely noticing the confused expression on her face "I wonder if there's a store nearby that sells micro cameras? We could put them in his bag."  

Mel gets into the driver's seat and begins to ramble off crazy ideas, which seem more like surveillance strategies than mere maternal concerns. While she pours out these plans, Y/N just shakes her head negatively, holding back a laugh. It's not usual to see Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti, the tough and fearless one, shed her posture like this, but when it involves her family and, especially, her son, she turns into a ferocious, somewhat irrational and very emotional lioness. It's a side that rarely emerges and, when it does, is compared to a natural event - beautiful to watch and potentially dangerous.  

"Am I thinking too much and overreacting again?" she stops rambling and asks, already knowing the answer.  

"Just a little. Come on, once we get to work, I'll make you some tea to calm you down."  

"Thank you, Principessa."  

"And no running off during class to see LuLu."  

"Hypocrite!" 

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[sunlightmurdock]

The Odyssey | 0.3 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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You meet an old friend of your professor’s, you learn some things about yourself. Tomorrow is going to suck.

warnings: enemies to lovers, power imbalance (professor / student relationship), age gap (22 / 33), will be smut, virgin reader, swearing, infidelity. warnings to be added on a chapter by chapter basis. 18+ minors dni

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Bradley was born in the South. Shitty little town on the cusp of North Carolina and Tennessee. He doesn’t remember much about it other than his neighbors shooting at tin cans in the morning and his cousin Lucas, four years older than him so maybe eight at this time, teaching him how to catch lightning bugs. After that, after his dad hadn’t returned from what was supposed to be just a six month deployment, they went back West.

He remembers California. His grandmother’s mid-century three bedroom with two orange trees and a lemon tree in the yard. His cousin Jessica, only two years his senior but twice his size back then, pinning him down on that almost artificially green grass and squeezing lemon juice on his grazed knee. He remembers learning to ride his bike alone at that house, out of pure spite after watching a kid on his baseball team learn the skill with his father on a sunny day at the park down the street.

He remembers being so angry in that house. He hated Jessica, he hated that his Mom let his grandmother parent him. He enjoyed the citrus, and the sun, and the freedom to ride his bike as far as his legs would let him. His mother hadn’t been super attentive back then. She was angry too. But never with him. When she could manage to look him in the eyes, she would stare for so long, and remind him how much she loved him. It didn’t happen too frequently in that house.

After his grandmother’s house, then there was Phoenix. His first big city. He spent a stretch there from middle school until the end of his freshman year. He did okay there, but he hated the desert. He loved the person that his mother was while she was there. Working again for the first time since she had been pregnant with him, it felt like she had been reborn. He had missed her so much until they had gotten to Phoenix. It was there that he had found out what had really happened to his father.

Engine failure. Freak accident. Nothing ever found to bury. It hadn’t felt like the closure he had wanted, but it was something. He was grateful for the answer nonetheless. He started to resent his father a little less, now knowing that it wasn’t his fault. At this age, Bradley had wanted to write draw for comics when he got older.

By eighteen, he didn’t recognise anything about that short kid that stuck to his mother’s shadow in Phoenix. By eighteen, he had grown a foot and a half, he’d lost his mother and he was back in that fucking mid-century with the lemon trees. Only for a month, and then he was at basic training. His early twenties belonged to the government, and after that — after he was out, it all belonged to Natasha.

“Natasha.”

“Bradley,” She beams, her arms extended as she walks confidently towards him and drapes them around his shoulders. He hugs her and turns his head. She smells so much more expensive now than she had that first summer. He misses when the backseat of his car smelled like her, solely her. “You look so great. I’m so happy to see you.”

It’s unclear whether this is true. He never really knows where he stands with her. They should hate each other after everything that’s happened, everything they did. But, nonetheless, his arms still fit just as securely around her waist as they had almost a decade ago. It still feels so right. But it would be wrong for him to tell her that he’s missed her.

He has — he misses her constantly. But not her, not this woman that’s in his arms now. The girl from the beach who kissed the scar on his shoulder and told him that he didn’t have to keep on making himself so miserable. God, he misses her.

“Your hair is shorter.” He says it without thinking as she lets him go. Shit, this was what they had argued about last time. He always does this. He reaches out, taking the dark locks between his fingertips and exhaling. “I like it. It looks grown up.”

It’s not untrue. He likes the style, and it does look grown up. It’s just not what he wants of her. Not that Natasha has ever cared about that, and he still adores that about her now.

Classier now than she had been then, she gives him a polite smile and a curt nod rather than calling him an asskisser and smacking his chest. Her lips aren’t glossed, they aren’t matte, they sit somewhere between in a perfect shade of burnt rose. They quirk softly at him as she studies the same face she knew so well.

“Where are your students?” She asks him.

For the most part, his students are already headed downstairs, dressed and beyond curious about this party that Bradley was talking about. It hadn’t been on the itinerary and they’re excited that Bradley wants to introduce them to his friends.

There’s just one of his students that, as usual, isn’t following the crowd. You’re sitting on your twin bed, tapping your foot anxiously against the carpet as Malcolm chats along on the other side.

This room is less dusty. A twin bed with blue striped sheets and your suitcase at the foot of it. The window wide open, Robin’s palms had spent the afternoon braced against the wooden framed window as she leaned her top half all the way out of it to look outside. It’s sunnier here than Turin. Cleaner too. It feels infinitely further from home, somehow.

Hearing his voice should be calming you down but if you have to listen to one more detail about how his golf season is going then you might just start gnawing on your nails again. A habit your mother had trained out of you early on. One of many.

“And then that idiot snapped the driver clean in half! — Titanium my ass, those things were costume jewellery in club form.” Malcolm rattles away.

You hate golf. The sport itself is tedious and you’ve grown to associate it with being lectured by your father. Sitting in the buggy with a good book or a friend with good gossip though — that’s a sport you’re willing to invest your time into.

“So, I tell him—“

There’s only so much of this story that you can bring yourself to listen to, truly. It’s rare that you interrupt him. Your mother wouldn’t dare interrupt her husband, but your husband-to-be is nicer than hers. Your life won’t be like hers.

“I’m really nervous about this party, Mac.”

You’ve had this conversation before. Back in December. You’re only reminded of it because he laughs, just like he had back than.

“Honey, you’re going to have a great time. I know it.”

God, you’d gotten so wasted that night. You don’t even remember getting home. It was someone’s birthday, maybe Miranda’s. With limited drinking experience, a new dress and surging confidence, you’d had high hopes for the night.

You had woken up alone and in your childhood bedroom, and Malcom hadn’t returned your calls for three days. Reassurance from him now doesn’t exactly make you feel much better.

“You there?” He prompts.

“Yes.”

“Honey,” His voice is so warm, fond and almost teasing. You can see his smile behind your eyelids, imagine him reaching out and stroking your jaw with the tip of his index finger. “You’re alone there, right?”

Brows knitting closer together for a moment, you glance around you. Robin left a while ago. You’re definitely alone.

“Yes…?”

“When we’re on our honeymoon, and we’re laying in bed together — I’m going to want to hear all about my new wife’s wild life before she was all mine, alright?” He tells you, and suddenly there it is. The comfort that you were looking for. You close your eyes and his voice envelops you like a hug. “Go out there and make some memories. I love you.”

Savouring his voice like the last bite of a rich cake, you take a few moments and exhale softly.

“I love you too.” You tell him. The longing in your voice translates, crossing the Atlantic without issue. You smooth your dress out across your knees. “Now stop thinking about our honeymoon, we’ve got to make it to the wedding first.”

“Well, if you’d like me to think about our wedding night then—“

“Malcolm, you animal.” You scoff, and he grins in response, offering a breathy chuckle. Both of you know he’s not half as bad as he could be. You’ve seen his friends. The kind of misinformed animals who grope at their girlfriends chests and drool over their backsides — you’d never marry anyone who thought like that. “I should go. I’ll call tomorrow.”

You’re not walking with any kind of urgency after the phone call. You know the time, you’ve just got no real desire to be there. Glossed wood under your fingertips, carefully crafted molding bracketing the ceiling, the floors hardwood and dressed with neat, cream coloured runners.

This place is somewhere you would actually consider staying. A long shot from the dingy hotel back in Turin, this place seems a little out of Bradley’s trip budget. The cream runner is plush enough to pillow the sound of your footsteps, allowing you to pass along the halls almost silently.

Silently enough that you’re able to round a corner and bump almost right into a woman exiting a double-doored suite. You adjust yourself quickly to stop yourself from actually hitting into her, taking a few steps back, blinking as you take in the stunning white of her dress.

It has a deep drape in the middle, revealing deep olive skin, and ends just above the knee, revealing toned long legs. She’s not that tall, just slender enough that she seems longer. Stunning in a way that renders you quiet for a moment.

“Sorry! Didn’t hear you coming, you’re like a little mouse.” She’s smiling at you, and she’s American. Your lips press together into a polite smile.

“Sorry.” You murmur.

Dark brown eyes feel heavy as they start at your heels, powder blue sandal things, then trail your calves, examine the skirt of your dress and take their time roaming upwards. You’ve been looked at like this before, but never by a woman. You squirm under her gaze and force yourself still.

She’s stoic, poised — so classy. You envy her immediately, wondering if her mother was as cruel as yours could be, if it all paid off and that’s why she’s like this now. She doesn’t move and so you don’t either. You mirror her unintentionally. Lips pursed into a soft, polite smile, shoulders squared and spine straight.

“You’re one of Bradley’s students.” She tells you. Not a question by any measure, just an acknowledgment. She doesn’t give you time to answer either. She just tells you your name, then watches the way your face changes to discontentment. “He told me about you.”

If this is supposed to please you, it doesn’t. You know that whatever he has said won’t have been kind. It wasn’t. And yet, Natasha’s smiling at you anyway.

“Walk with me.” It’s an instruction by anyone’s measure, and you comply easily. She’s impressed, but not surprised. She had known from her conversation with Bradley that he must have pissed you off pretty well for you to have lashed out and hit him this morning. Well-reared young ladies aren’t known for socking guys in the nuts.

You’re quiet, pliant — seemingly waiting for some kind of approval from her. She knows that she looks different from Bradley now, that they don’t look like they could have ever loved each other. She wonders if you wrote Bradley off the first time that you looked at him. She wouldn’t blame you if you had; she had too.

He hasn’t ever dressed his age. When she knew him he was primarily shirtless, rarely wearing shoes, usually covered in sand. Some kind of sun kissed, sea-salted teenager who was actually twenty-four. Now that he’s an adult, he still doesn’t dress like an Ivy League professor should.

Bradley hates being told that first impressions matter the most. He thinks it’s bullshit. Every woman who has ever fallen in love with him hadn’t liked him at first glance. Maybe that’s why he’s so laid-back, so aloof.

“He’ll grow on you,” Natasha decides, shoulders straight and her chin pointed in front of her, her hair glossy and falling behind her shoulders. You know immediately that she’s talking about Bradley, you’re just uncertain as to why. She glances across and looks you over once more. “You’ll get used to him, rather. He won’t always be so annoying.”

“How do you two know each other?”

Natasha smiles. Looks across at you, lips quirked like there’s some kind of inside joke on her lips that you aren’t privy to. “Just old friends.”

“Do you work in history too?”

“Don’t call Bradley’s class history,” She corrects you quickly, still smiling. “But, no, actually. My husband and I are in the hotel business. I hear you’re getting married too.”

This brings you to a complete stop. Natasha can see the confusion on your face, standing there and wondering why you could have possibly been the topic of conversation long enough for her to know this.

“Anyway, did he tell you about the trip out to the other side of the lake tomorrow?” And with that, she’s done sharing — and you just have to live with that. It’s a kind of conversational power that you strive to have. You want what she has. Or, in this moment, you believe you do.

She leads you in, but you quickly lose her at the party. It’s hers. You notice this first when you catch glimpses of her shaking hands, like everyone in this room’s just waiting to meet her. Then, you see her picture hung behind the bar. Her and a handsome man with dark hair, their arms around each other and beaming, pictured standing out front.

This place belongs to her and her husband. She must be pretty fond of Bradley to let him come back year after year. You think that now, but you’ll grow to know that that’s not true. She hates him in a way she hopes you’ll never know.

It’s tough, being at a party so similar to the ones you’re used to, and being stuck with people that you truly wouldn’t rescue from a burning building. You sit opposite for a while too long, listening to their boring chatter, sipping on a glass of wine — just the one — you don’t want Natasha to think you’re sloppy.

Then, you make the mistake of speaking up. Just a comment, you barely remember it was, but Robin decides that it was dull. And then, she turns her attention to you.

“Y’know, I’d like to be a fly on the wall when you and Ashworth are getting down and dirty,” She leans back against Luke’s chest and swings her legs across his. He leans in and mumbles something, maybe for her to ease up on you. “I just can’t imagine you…”

Robin trails, then cocks her head like a spaniel. You try to straighten out whatever hurt expression must have given you away, but it’s too late. This was a bad idea, you should be halfway across the room, stuck to Pasquale’s side like a scared child.

She sits up quickly, eyes blowing wide open in excitement, “Holy shit — you’ve never fucked him!”

Quickly, the group acts in unison — a sharp look in her direction, and then their heads whip in your direction. The silence lasts seconds, too long, strange amongst the bustle of the party.

Exactly as fast, you’re sitting there, cursing your father’s name. Surely no grade is worth this ridicule.

Robin leans forwards, lips quirking up into a dimpled grin, “Have you ever fucked anybody?”

“Oh, grow up.” You bite back. They watch as you throw yourself upwards and storm away from them. Their laughter comes in whoops from behind you, you walk as far and as fast as you can until it finally drowns under the music. Out of the events hall, down one of those long, carpted hallways and into double glass doors.

You push at their wood frames and let them clatter shut behind you, stepping out into the fresh, evening air. There’s a chill to it that’s even more sobering than being made fun of by your peers. You cross to the stone railing of the balcony, bracing your palms against it and letting out a deep breath.

Ridiculous, really. That if you’d just laid back and parted your legs for the man you love, or even some loser that may have come before, they think that you would be different somehow. Fucking ridiculous. That she thinks encountering the male form makes her any different from you. You know intimacy. You’ve seen the man that you love cry, you’ve seen him delighted and you know his fear.

All she knows is physicality. That’s the easy part. She knows nothing like the things you know.

Movement in your peripheral breaks you from your grumpy stream of consciousness, making you lift your head and making you privy to a secret that you have absolutely no business knowing.

Bradley and Natasha stand on the balcony opposite you. There are four, bracketing the courtyard below. It’s not well lit out here, but not dark either. You can see them well, illuminated through the glass panes by the hallway light inside.

His hand’s on the back of her thigh, nudging her dress up ever so slightly. It’s not doing anything too incriminating, but for some reason, your brain fills in the blanks for you. You can picture it so clearly. His hand disappearing under that dress, her slender frame fitted against his broader one. Them, together.

Her plump, reddened lips parted and breathing his name. His brows knitted together, cheeks flushed and his skin hot, blushing and stretched taut across his muscles.

Briefly, your brain reminds you of where you are, and who this is — and what you’re seeing, and you almost move. Like cement has dried around your ankles, you’re stuck there, half perched behind a stone pillar, eyes trained in on the view seriously.

You think of her husband. You think of yours. You could never betray Malcolm like this. The elegant, intelligent woman from the hallway earlier fades in your mind like red wine splattered on a white rug. She’s not who you thought she was. He’s exactly as awful as you’d hoped he would be.

Just wait until the Dean hears what Bradley gets up to on these trips.

His other hand abandons her hip, coming up to clasp firmly around the nape of her neck. There’s a sharp, strong tug and she’s closer, his tongue is in her mouth and she hums against his lips.

You’re so caught up in him for a moment that your eyes almost forget to follow the movement. You’ve thought about this before. How Malcolm would touch you. If he would be gentlemanly and slow, or brash and sudden. If his fingers would sprawl the length of your nape like Bradley’s do hers, extending up into her dark roots and curling deeply into a fist.

Finally, you blink and catch the movement. Her manicured, slim fingers trailing downwards along the blue striped shirt covering his stomach, onto the khaki of his shorts. Her fingers extend and curl too, and suddenly you’re much more of a voyeur than you had intended to be. She squeezes her hand around the length of his manhood and you instinctively take a step back.

And yet — you can’t look away. It’s shameful to realise that you’re more intrigued by what’s before you than you had thought you would be.

All of those deep kisses, crawling into Malcolm’s lap, letting his hands explore under your shirt — nothing has felt quite as scandalous as this. Your eyes are fixated on her hand, on the outline through his shorts and the groan that she draws from his throat.

It moves forwards like a routine, he presses her backwards into the wall and pushes his hips forwards into her palm. As this happens, as her back touches the stone, they’re interrupted. Abruptly, enough fo make them pull away like they’ve been shocked by static. Not by you.

Abigail twists the handle on their side and swings the door open, flushed and stumbling. You had been looking right that way and hadn’t even noticed her rushing down the hall. “Bradley!”

Bradley turns and looks at her quickly, putting some distance between himself and Natasha. The moment has passed and been forgotten, both of them appear to be watching Abigail at first, concern coating their warmed features.

“Zoey’s throwing up.” She hiccups at the end and wobbles. Bradley takes a moment to just stare. Each year he regrets not making this a seniors only opportunity, and winds up dealing with some nineteen year old who got fucked up on cheap wine.

The vein in his throat strains. Perhaps embarrassment, from almost being caught. Shame, from kissing the girl he has tried to stay away from for almost a decade now. Frustration, from how badly he had wanted to go further.

The chill has disappeared now. You’re not cold anymore. You’re warm. You’re glad that you don’t flush the way that he does, or you’d be given away. Eyes on you, it’s a distinct feeling — especially when that person is staring. If your skin flushed half as much as Bradley’s does, Natasha would know just how badly you had wanted to keep watching.

Curiosity, you tell yourself. It’s just something new, exciting. It’s not the way his hands flexed in her hair, the way his jaw ticks now as he tries not to look at her again.

Natasha stares across at you, standing still, almost as statuesque as the pillar beside you. She knows that you just saw that entire thing. She glances across at Bradley, and finds that your eyes have widened when she looks back at you again. Her reddened lips quirk as Bradley rushes away from her, amused by you and the scared little look on your face. You think she’s going to tell him that you were watching.

Then, you straighten out your features and lean your palms forwards, calm. You’re going to tell her husband. Her smile just grows. You’re so much like her.

Bradley spends his evening arguing with one of Natasha’s employees about the cleaning fee for the stained carpet, and routinely checking on Zoey to make sure she’s sobering up.

Natasha’s on his mind the entire time. He’s not sure he’ll ever get over it. He’s still so angry with her. He feels it in the way that she kisses that she’s still pissed off at him too.

By the time he’s headed to bed, it’s almost three, and his mood is plummeting. His hand curls around the handle and he pushes the door to his room open, freezing in the doorway.

“Luke! God fucking damnit!”

Luke scrambles, knees slipping against the sheets as he tries to cover both himself and Robin. He’s over her, they’re both clearly naked — Bradley has already turned his head away, trying not to scream.

“Shit, I — I waited til 2am, and you hadn’t come back to I figured—“

Bradley doesn’t give him a chance to finish, slamming the wooden door shut again. He stands there in the hall, pinching the bridge of his nose for a few seconds, trying not to lose his shit.

Natasha’s probably wrapped up in her husband’s arms, secure in the knowledge that she made the right decision — that Bradley wasn’t ever going to give her this.

He glances from one end of the hall to the other, his gaze landing on the room next door. Pulling the master key Natasha graced him with, on the condition that he wouldn’t abuse his power, from his pocket, he turns and lets himself into your room.

You bolt upright in bed. It’s dark, so really he can only see your silhouette. He waves you off and closes the door behind him. It’s not like you don’t know what’s going on next door, you’ve heard every squeak of the mattress for the past twenty minutes.

“Don’t say a damn word, Mrs. Ashworth. I’m going to sleep, and in the morning, every single one of you owes me an apology.”

“You can’t just—“

He stops walking and even through the dark, you can feel the seriousness in his stare. He unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes, then slips into the other twin bed.

Silent, laying on your back, you allow yourself one glance over at him. His bare shoulders, chest, extended from the blankets. He’s still wearing his shorts. You swallow softly, thinking about Natasha’s hands on him earlier, the way he’d pushed so eagerly into his touch.

“Stop staring at me.” Bradley tells you sternly.

“I wasn’t!” You bite back, turning sharply away from him and pulling your covers up to your ears. The second that your eyes are closed, all you can see is his hand inching up under her dress once again. You sigh. “It’s not my fault that Luke’s getting laid and you’re not.”

Bradley doesn’t answer.

…

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[mostlylurkinbarelypostin]

Hot take: S3 Dustin sucked just as bad as S3 Mike and Lucas.

I’ve always found it kinda odd when people paint Dustin as some perfect friend in S3. The entire reason that Dustin was with Steve the whole season was because he was mad at all his friends for supposedly “ditching” him the night before at Weathertop. That’s why he goes to Steve instead of them after hearing the Russian transmission. He lies to Steve and says that all his friends ditched him, which, of course, made Steve feel bad for him. He then tells Steve “They’re gonna regret it though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory”.

Like come on. Tell me that boy wasn’t being SO petty. He was so confident that he was gonna be an “American hero” after hearing that Russian transmission and yet he wasn’t gonna share an ounce of that glory with his friends because it was late and they were probably tired of listening to him try and call Suzie for literal hours. That’s no exaggeration. When Mike and El leave the rest of the group on the hill, Dustin looks at his watch and says “curfew at 4?”. By the time Will, Max, and Lucas finally leave, it’s dark out and Will even says “it’s late”. They spent all afternoon up there.

So at that point, the group had surprised Dustin when he got home, helped him lug all the radio parts up the hill, built the radio, and then sat for hours while Dustin tried to contact Suzie… but apparently that wasn’t enough for him? Dustin still said that they ditched him, which like yes Mike and El did, but that was unfair to say about the others.

Robin actually says something interesting in the last episode that always stuck out to me. It’s when they’re driving to weathertop and she says “Suzie must be pretty special, huh? I mean if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?” Interesting choice of words considering we were explicitly shown how Dustin didn’t do all that by himself, and how his friends helped him both carry the parts to the top of the hill and assemble the thing. This makes the implication something like “Your friends must be really special, huh? If they helped you lug this thing all the way to the middle of nowhere and build it, just so you could talk to your girlfriend?”

They also weren’t even confident that Suzie even existed at that point, but they helped him anyways. They did it because they love him. So with all that being said, kinda fucked up of him to say what he did to Steve and paint them as terrible friends.

It’s even worse when you look at Will specifically. I’ve heard some people say that Dustin would have totally played DND with Will if he was with The Party the whole season instead of Steve. However, that’s simply not true. Will was the last to leave Dustin on the hill and before he left he asked if they could maybe play DND (“or something fun”) tomorrow. It was a direct invitation to hangout again tomorrow but all Dustin gave him back was a self pitying little “Yeah, maybe.”

He doesn’t hangout with Will the next day.

So Will spent all day doing what Dustin wanted to do, but just like with Mike and Lucas, he couldn’t get the same in return. Even with an invitation to hangout again tomorrow, Dustin still clumped Will in with his other friends who he says ditched him, which makes it kind of hypocritical that Dustin doesn’t show up for Will the next day.

So no, Dustin wouldn’t have played DND with Will if he was around cause he was actively and knowingly choosing not to do that by going to the mall to see Steve. He could have been playing DND with Will if he wanted to. The offer was on the table. He didn’t take it though. He wanted to be petty instead.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that Dustin was no better of a friend to Will in S3 than Lucas or Mike was. One could even argue that he was worse than them.

Obviously I have no real beef with these made-up children, but I just think some might have missed this part of the story cause Dustin is not the perfect angel character that some see him as 😅

#stranger things #byler #dustin henderson #will byers #No one was being their best self in S3 #I think that was kinda the point #It was a transition season #Now we get to see how they better themselves

[pablitogavii]

Same to you

Summary: read it ;)

Pairing: Pablo Gavira x Reader

Warnings: smutty!

It's been five months since you've ended your one year relationship with Pablo Gavira. Why? Till this day it felt like the stupidest decision you've ever made but it was the only thing you could do at that time.

He was focused on his career and you were overwhelmed from school work so you began taking frustration out on each other. It started with frequent arguments to shouting sessions (followed by the best angry sex btw) to complete silence.

"What have we become Pablo?" you said with tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I don't know amor...I don't know" he answered those being the last words he said to you before you travelled back to Valencia needing to be away from him.

You were back to Barcelona only for the big Spotify event in which your new boyfriend Luca, famous Spanish singer, performed.

He was a good and kind man, treated you right, but something was always missing...even in all that perfection you missed Pablo whenever you would try to go to sleep.

The last thing you expected is for Pablo to be at the very same event but then you learned that Spotify became one of biggest partners with Barça team.

"Alright, I have to go bebe. I'll search for you in the crowd" Luca said pecking your lips which made Pablo clench his jaw observing it from the corner of the room.

Truth be told, it's been the hardest five months of his life since you left...he couldn't even play football the same way, he was angry all the times, and seeing you with someone else made him want to punch something so badly right now!!

"Fancy seeing you here princesa..." Pablo approached behind you carrying that famous footballer confidence that always made your knees weak but you did your best to keep a cold exterior.

"How are you Pablo?" you say not turning to look at him knowing that seeing those eyes this close would only tempt you more.

"Shouldn't you be looking at me while talking? Or are you scared where that might lead, huh princesa?" he was confident like always and it started to get on your nerves. You wanted to show him that he doesn't own you anymore...although deep down he always will.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get on stage" you answer bitterly highlighting on the title on purpose which made Pablo angrier.

"Can your boyfriend make you cum the way I can?" he whispered into your ear while his hand slowly snaked around your wast resting on your stomach and you felt a cold shiver move down your spine as craving started to build in the pit of your stomach.

Truth be told, you never came since the last time you were with Gavi...and he seemed to sense your deprivation...little devil!

You quickly pulled away turning around to face him and immediately you felt an urge to smash your lips onto his plum ones missing that familiar sweet taste but instead you walked away from the crowd and he followed after you.

"You're full of shit Gavira!" you spat angrily still walking away but when you came to the secluded corner he was quick to grab your wrist and push you up against nearby wall before hovering over your and trapping you in between his strong arms.

"You think I'm full of shit!?" he growled moving closer looking at your lips seductively.

"I do!" you spat feeling your heart beating fast against your chest at his proximity that familiar musk filling your nostrils.

"You think I'm full of shit!? Me?? Yeah!?" he repeated getting even closer and you stared him straight in the eyes which took him by surprise.

"I do!" you repeated trying to sound as confident as you could.

"And what about you huh!? What about you and Mr. signer?" he said angrily and you felt your panties getting wetter from Pablo's jealous side that made you curious to test his limits.

"What about it!?" you say

"What!? You want me to believe that that's real!? That you are happy!? That you are in love with him!?" he spat angrily and you smirked making up the biggest lie of your life.

"I am happy! And I am in love!" you yell and he smirks shaking his head and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Oh come on princesa! I know you...and I know what it looks like when you're in love with someone....and when you are satisfied" he rested his forehead against yours and you just stood there for a few moments before his hands held your face and his lips were on yours giving you back all that was missing for months.

"Mmm you still taste the same..tell me...does he love like I do? Hm?" he pulled you into a secluded corned starting to kiss down your neck and you moved your head to the side to give him more access desperately needing more.

"Does he touch like I do? Does it feel the same to you?" he whispered marking up your skin feverishly and you finally let out a moan which made him pull back teasingly until he heard a response he was waiting from you.

"No.." you looked down but he raised your chin making you look into his eyes while your thighs were rubbing together in desperation.

"Tell me now.." Pablo was biting his lower lips while you blushed more knowing how much his ego was growing from hearing you admit this but you just wanted to feel something again...you wanted him back.

"No Pablo...he doesn't love like you do..he doesn't touch like you do...I need you..only you.." you spoke as his smirk grew and he took your hand quickly leaving the venue and taking the cab to his apartment.

The moment you walked into his apartment, your dress was on the floor and he was kissing your neck from behind taking off his suit and pulling you into his bedroom laying you gently on his kind sized bed.

"Eres tan sexy mi preciosa ... y toda mía!" Pablo smirked getting in between your thighs and kissing your lips passionately while you moaned his name desperately.

"Tell me...does he fill you up like me...make your back arch as you beg me to cum...hmmm...my poor princesa, could he even make you cum?" he was touching you enjoying the wetness of your folds before entering you in one swift motion.

"Noo.." you admitted and he pitted you while smirking proud to be the only one to make you cum..to make you crazy.

"Should I let you cum tho? Or should I punish you for leaving me? Do you know how miserable I was without you huh!? I was fucking lost!" Pablo was fucking you roughly letting out his anger in the best way possible and you were enjoying every moment of it.

"Ah..p..please..I'm sorry..so sorry papi.." you were desperate clenching around him knowing you needed his permission before finally releasing all the tension built up for five full months of abstinence.

"Aww my sweet princesa...tell papi you won't leave him again..tell him you can't live without him..beg me preciosa!" he was grunting getting close to his own high and you obeyed helplessly.

"I will never leave you again papi...I need you...I love only you..ahh..please" you menage to speak with occasional moans and he seemed satisfied capturing your lips before whispering "cum for me" and you did like never before feeling your thighs shake around him.

"Mierda! You are fucking perfect...and mine!" Pablo filled you up his sweaty forehead against yours before your lips met once more before you laid next to each other catching breaths.

You moved to lay your head on his sweaty chest happily and he hugged your protectively kissing your forehead before putting blanked over both of you.

You phone beeped continuously with numerous messages surely from your now long forgotten boyfriend and you reached to grab your phone but Pablo stopped you.

He moved you on top of him kissing your lips passionately before moving away with a big smirk on his face.

"He can fuck off! You are my girl anyways.." he said cockily and you chuckled kissing his lips again forgetting immediately about the phone as you both felt turned on once again...;)

#pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi #gavigif #fc barca #fc barça #fc barcelona #viscabarca #visca el barça

[shuchu]

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 how luxiem + shoto would confess 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

take note: gn!reader ; this is a follow-up to my off collab post („• ᴗ •„) 

author notes: thank you all so much for all the love and support on my last 3 posts! ♡(/▿＼ ) writing these headcanons made me go “aww” a lot, the boys are really cute when they confess huhu ( ◡‿◡ )♡ as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

vox

after the off collab, vox found you occupying his head a lot, living in his mind rent free — not that he minds ╮(︶▽︶)╭

he’d be working on projects or preparing for his upcoming streams and he’d be wondering what you’re up to, resisting the urge to call you on discord

‘i wonder what y/n is doing right now’, ‘i want to talk to them but i don’t want to seem too clingy’, ‘besides, i saw them two days ago, that’s not a very long time...’

when you do your zatsudan stream, you bet vox is going to be there. he smiles so much listening to you talk about your experience during the off collab, reliving some of the moments in his head as you recount them

he was aware of his big crush on you but he just didn’t do anything about it during the off collab

as much as vox akuma is confident, he does get a little nervous sometimes, especially when he’s around you

‘c’mon vox, you gotta tell them sometime soon. you’re not a wuss.’ he chided himself 

and then he decided, he was going to see you in person and confess his feelings for you

after packing and preparing to go visit you, vox lets his kindred know that he’s cancelling stream on the day that he’s leaving, saying that he has to take care of some stuff irl

after a decently long flight, vox is standing right in front of the door to your apartment; and for someone who’s heartbeat is usually at a chill 60-70 bpm, he could quite literally feel his heart beating out of his chest

‘knock knock’ you walked to the door, curious as to who it could be. you open your door to see vox standing at your doorstep

your jaw drops and you stand there in shock. minutes passed before you stuttered out, “v-vox? what’re you doing here?”

vox smiles and says, “i missed you so i came here to surprise you, i hope that’s okay with you.”

“are you kidding me? of course i’m okay with that. come in vox.” you let vox in and once you shut the door, you gave the demon a hug

after parting from the hug, you both move to sit on the couch. vox looks at you and says, “actually y/n i came here for a reason…i have to tell you something really important and i hope that this won’t change our friendship.”

“oh yeah of course vox, you can tell me.” you say as you look at him expectantly

vox sucks in a breath, looks you in the eyes and says, “i’m in love with you y/n. i liked you even before we met during the off collab; and after the off collab, i couldn’t stop thinking about you, i just had to see you again and tell you how i felt. i don’t know if you feel the same, if you don’t, that’s fine too. i ju-”

you cut vox off by pressing your lips to his, giving him a soft, gentle kiss before pulling back with a smile. “i love you too you silly demon and i have for a while now too.”

“r-really? thank goodness…” he breathes out as he brings you in for another hug

mysta

for mysta’s first stream back home, mysta would do a zatsudan talking about the off collab and reminiscing on the events that happened

mysta would subconsciously bring you up a lot because he spent most of his time with you during it

whenever mysta brought you up, chat would start going really fast with comments like, “ayo?”, “mysta simp arc?”, “awww you can hear him smiling while he’s talking about them.”, “cuteeee!”

you would pop into his stream as he’s talking about how cute you looked when you were focused on something and how you looked good in everything you tried on when you guys went shopping 

you’d smirk and send a message saying, “so you think i’m cute huh?”

you can see from his model that mysta’s eyes widened when he read your message. “oh shit, uh h-hi y/n! i didn’t think you’d be watching…”

“am i not supposed to be here mysta?”

“nonono! i didn’t mean it that way, it’s always nice having you in chat y/n.”

after mysta’s stream you call him on discord and he picks up, knowing what you were going to ask him already, “h-hi y/n, what’s up?”

“did you mean what you said on stream?”

“yeah! of course i did. i think you’re amazing.”

"well, i like you mysta and i have for a while now. i'm really glad i got to spend time with you during the off collab and i feel like i like you even more after that."

“wait really? why me though? i’m not special, there might even be someone out there that’s a better fit for you.”

“no mysta, you’re the only one i have eyes for. you’re the one i want to be with, no one else even remotely compares to you.”

after a moment of silence, mysta mumbles with a small blush tinting his cheeks, “thank you y/n, i like you too, a lot.” i love him uweee (´꒳`)♡

luca

luca really wanted to tell you his feelings during the off collab but he got a bit too nervous to do so, therefore he decided to do it online — the luca way (≧▽≦)

luca is such a creative boi. i mean, have you seen deezney land??

so luca would hop into the nijien server, find a plot of land that is far away from the main village and start working on a sign in the sky as well as a little viewing platform

after luca’s done with the sign, he’d start working on note blocks — that when triggered with a lever will play the song ‘can’t help falling in love’ by elvis presley

he’d then make a railway track all the way to the viewing platform and when he’s done, he’ll admire it for a bit before logging off

the next day, he’d send you a message on discord saying, “hey y/n, are you free right now?”

you message him back almost immediately saying that you are indeed free at the moment

luca then calls you on discord, when you pick up, he asks you to hop onto the nijien server because he has something to show you

you agree excitedly because you know how good luca is at building in minecraft and you can't wait to see what this creative boi has built

when you arrive in minecraft luca meets you at your little minecraft house before leading you to the minecart that will bring the both of you to your destination

as you get closer to the sign that luca made, you ask, “wait…what does that sign say? did you make another amusement park luca?”

“u-uh no…you’ll see when you get there” luca says and chuckles nervously

when you arrive and you hop onto the little viewing platform that luca made, you see that the sign spells out, “i love you, be mine?”

you sit there blushing and in shock, not knowing what to say

luca sees that you’ve been stationary in-game and quiet for a while now, so he asks, “h-hey y/n, you alright?”

you respond softly, “yeah…is this what i think it is luca?”

“well...yeah, i’ve liked you for a while now y/n and i thought that this would be the best way to tell you my feelings. oh and, press the little lever on the side.”

you move over and click on the lever, ‘can’t help falling in love’ starts playing and you can’t hold it in anymore, you start crying

luca the poor baby thought he messed up so he panicked saying, “noo did i do something wrong? why’re you crying y/n? i’m so sorry!”

“no luca, you did nothing wrong, this is just so beautiful, i couldn’t help it. i love you too luca, thank you for putting in the time to make all this for me.”

“aww, you’re welcome y/n, only the best for you.” gaaaahhhhh ( 〃▽〃) 

ike

ike would always let you listen to his raw vocals before he sends them in to the producers or before he mixes his vocals. the quilldren are very jealous (≧◡≦)

so ike figured that he would do the same but this time, he would sing to you directly to confess his feelings for you

after the off collab, ike started to miss your presence and he felt his feelings for you deepen so he decided that he would finally let you know how he feels

ike messages you first on discord asking if he could call you, you let him know that it was okay to do so. when ike calls you, you pick up asking him what’s up

“hi y/n! i just wanted you to listen to my vocals for this song that i’m working on for a possible cover in the future.”

“oh sure!! aahh i’m so excited to hear your amazing vocals again ike”

ike takes a deep breath and starts singing the start to ‘i like you, i love you’ by kagamine rin

♬♩♪♩“Ne, ne, ne, nee, ne, chotto ii?”, “Isogashii nara, gomen”, “Sukoshi dake, ne, sukoshi de ii?”, “Oshaberi ni tsukiatte”♩♪♩♬

you immediately recognise the song, so you smile and start bopping your head while listening to it

after ike has finished singing, you clap and say, “ikey!! that was so good! everyone’s going to love this cover, i can’t wait!”

ike thanks you and after a few seconds of silence, ike asks, “y/n you know what the song is about right?”

“yeah i do, it’s about rin having a crush and trying to act on it.”

“yes so um…that wasn’t a recording y/n, i was singing that song directly to you and that’s how i feel currently. i really like you y/n…”

your jaw dropped and you had a faint blush on your cheeks. after a few seconds of trying to process what ike just said, you respond saying, “w-wait really? well, i like you too ikey. thank you for serenading me with that song, that was really adorable.”

“aaah thank goodness, i can breathe now; and thank you sweetheart, i’m glad you liked it.” ike chuckles. ike can i have your hand in marriage please? (//▽//)

shu

ever since shu got back from the off collab, he’s been working on coding a little game

he knew he wanted to confess his feelings but he didn’t want to just call you on discord and be like, “hey y/n i like you, i hope you like me too.”

so he thought that it would be easier and more thoughtful if he coded a game to help him express his feelings towards you

once shu finished it and did a few test runs he messaged you on discord to see if you were available

you messaged him back 5 minutes later saying that you were free now

shu called you on discord and when you picked up, he asked if you were down to do a little test run of a game that he coded. you agreed and expressed how honoured you were to be testing this game out for him

he sent you the download link for the game and requested that you stay on the call with him so that he could hear your live reactions to it

after you booted the game up on your pc, a button saying 'start' flashes on screen. when you clicked start, a bar of text appeared saying, “hi y/n, thank you for taking the time to test this game out, i hope you like it.”

"wait is the cursor a chibi me? awww that's so cute!!"

as you progressed through the game, it became more and more apparent what shu was trying to tell you with this game

the game was basically shu telling you what he likes about you and immortalising the moments you guys had during the off collab

the memory of those moments you and shu spent together had you blushing throughout the whole playthrough

after a while, shu hears that you’ve stopped clicking your mouse so he assumes that you’ve finished the game

he asks, “so…what did you think of the game y/n?”

you stare at the 3 words on your screen and say, “it was really cute shu…i can’t believe you did all this by yourself, you’re amazing…”

shu smiled and said, “thank you, any other thoughts?”

you giggle and reply, “yes shubert, i like you too”

shu chuckles at that before saying, “yokatta kawaii hito (i’m glad babe).” SHU SUPREMACY 🧎🏻‍♀️

ever since shoto got back from the off collab, he’s been thinking about you A LOT

his mind is filled with your smile, your laugh, the memories that you both made during the off collab; and that’s when he knew, he was down bad

so he decides to confess his feelings in hopes that you’ll reciprocate them

he hops onto discord and messages you: hey y/n are you free to play some minecraft on our private server? i wanna do some exploring :D

after 10 minutes you reply saying: sure! :D and you called him right after you sent that

you guys were just chilling and hanging out, working on things separately, then, out of the blue, shoto calls out to you

you walk over to him in-game and he drops a flower in front of you saying, “hey y/n, this flower’s for you…”

you smile and say, “aaww shoto, that’s so sweet, thank you!!”

then, he asks you to follow him, as you get closer to your destination, you see that shoto has made a little field of flowers in the shape of a heart

shoto walks to stand in the field of flowers before saying, “y/n, i really like you. the off collab really solidified my feelings for you. you’re such an amazing person, you make me laugh and you make me feel so comfortable. i hope you feel the same way…”

you just stare at your screen with a big ol’ smile on your face for a few seconds before saying, “i feel the same way shoto. aaahh this is so sweet…YOU are so sweet.” 

“nah, that’s you honey. i’m glad you feel the same way.” shoto replies with a blush on his face

#vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #shoto #shxtou #nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #luxiem headcanons #shoto headcanons #shxtou headcanons #vox x reader #mysta x reader #luca x reader #ike x reader #shu x reader #shoto x reader #shxtou x reader #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma fluff #mysta rias fluff #luca kaneshiro fluff #ike eveland fluff

[eskawrites]

sports anon got me thinking about a ronance volleyball au so headcanon list let’s go

Nancy is a fiercely clever setter, she can take in the whole court and make a decision in a split second and her precision never falters

she has a rough first couple of years dealing with hitters who can’t keep up with her--and jealous hitters who just want every set to go to them (looking at you, Carol). but once she and Robin start working together she really shines

Robin is an opposite hitter (she’d be a great outside too but i lowkey hc her as a leftie so she’d do great as an opposite, plus the backwards set-spike combo is so fucking beautiful)

a setter who consistently sets to her opposite over her outside would also probably throw people off, at least in shitty midwestern public school leagues (yes this is from personal experience), so Nancy and Robin get a few easy points that way

Robin takes a while to find her confidence on the court. they place her front row because she’s taller than most other girls, but she’s clumsy and nervous during her first year or so. no one hits the net more often than her and yes Nancy yells at her about it at some point

she figures it out eventually though. gets her form down, learns to place herself better, gets better at spatial awareness. and once she starts actually trusting herself to do it right? damn is she powerful on the court

even after Robin and Nancy start getting along more, no one actually thinks they’re that close until Robin rolls her ankle during a hitting drill. she’s coming down from absolutely nailing a back row attack and lands directly on a loose ball. it’s actually really harrowing, watching her go from a perfectly controlled jump to a crumbled heap on the gym floor. but no one reacts more than Nancy, who rushes to her side, already snapping at the freshmen who let the ball roll loose, then turns so gentle as she tries to help Robin. she doesn’t leave her alone until they get Robin off the court and their coach forces Nancy to get back to work

it’s not a serious injury, but Robin does have to sit out for a few games. she does her best to play it down so she can keep playing, but Nancy is the one who calls her out on her bullshit and forces her to rest (this is incredibly hypocritical of her and everyone on the team points it out. Nancy tells them all (except for Robin) to shut up)

Max is libero btw. and she’s constantly covered in scuffs and bruises from diving to get the ball, but damn if she isn’t the best passer they’ve ever had

Nancy only paints her nails before a big game. the color doesn’t matter, but the feeling of the polish itself is just enough to make her more aware of her finger placement, so she makes no mistakes while setting (like she makes mistakes anyway

once they get closer, Robin starts painting her nails for her as a way to help her de-stress before a game

Karen Wheeler is volleyball mom. Ted hasn’t been to a game since Nancy was in middle school but Karen has never missed one. she coordinates meals for the team before away games and follows their summer league with plenty of sunscreen and a cooler full of gatorade

Mike is reluctantly dragged along to a lot of Nancy’s middle school games, and once he gets older he fully intends on never going to one again, but once Max joins the team Lucas makes everyone go to support her and him, Dustin, Will, and El are immediately so into it, so Mike finds himself dragged to all of Nancy’s high school games, too

Robin and Nancy both help run the elementary school volleyball camp in the spring. Holly always goes because her big sister is there, of course she does. but the year Robin and Nancy start dating, Holly chooses Robin as her pepper partner every single day. Nancy tries so hard to be jealous, but she can only barely manage to hide how fond she is

Max and Robin pepper whenever they need to have a serious conversation. it gives them both something to focus on that isn’t the heart-to-heart and makes it easier for both of them to open up

Nancy and Robin practice serving together and they’re super competitive about it. Robin has the best jump serve on the team and she can put so much power into it--she’s great at nailing those back corners. but Nancy has this gorgeous topspin to her serve and she can get the ball to drop almost as soon as it clears the net, so she’s great at putting the opponent setter out of commission. every other team in their district hates both of them

Nancy is so damn hard on herself and takes every loss and even some of their victories really personally. after hard games she’ll sit alone at the front of the bus, curled up against the window, going over every little detail of the game and all the things she could’ve done better

she tries to push Robin away when she tries to sit with her, but Robin just stays quietly by her side. eventually, Nancy will uncurl and lean against Robin a little bit, or they’ll talk softly about it

other times, after better games, Nancy will fall asleep with her head in Robin’s lap, and Robin will play with her hair and hold her in place on windy roads so Nancy can sleep peacefully

#ronance #volleyball au

[thebladeblaster]

Time for part 2 of the reverse of my original Pokémon and Vanguard crossover

Hilariously Hilbert is kinda Aichi in this situation because he’s goofing off and having a good time in the outdoors completely unaware of the supernatural zombie apocalypse going on😅.

Onto the girls 👏.

So Green is tracking down Red to drag him home. She’s accompanied by Blue and they meet Lucas pretty early into the story. Let’s just say the results are similar to when a certain other sister of a protagonist tried to bring her brother home. They both end up being a big help in the long run. Green helps with not only fending off the reverse but keeping everyone’s morale high in their dire situation. She had helped Red defeat Team Rocket though hadn’t really been too into the gym challenge. The first serious battles she had were against Team Rocket to help her brother which made her more motivated to get stronger. She was absolutely crushed when he left and honestly wants to slap him in the face for all the grief he’s caused her and her mother. It’s been 6 years that she has been searching for him and at this point it’s evolved beyond slapping to throttling him.

Lyra kinda just ends up getting blindsided by the whole invasion and gets reversed. When she is free she is able to help gather people with Green to storm the enemy. She ended up catching Suicune. She did fight Team Rocket a few times when she ran into them and helped Ethan make a fake uniform to sneak into the base.

May ends up fighting Brendan while reversed. After coming to her senses she’s pissed and wants revenge on the person responsible. She trains like crazy and is able to track them down with scent alone. She’s really good at finding stuff and survival which makes her very good in this situation. She takes down a lot of reverse fighters because she’s mad and wants all the smoke. May has always been very drawn to battling though isn’t naturally talented. After her father nearly got himself killed by a Salamence she became even more strongly motivated to become a powerful battler not only for herself but to protect her loved ones and never feel helpless again. She’s gotten to where she is though effort alone and is always preparing for the next challenge. After RSE she completed the Battle Frontier and just went on to continue competing in official tournaments.

Dawn is currently in the 1800s😅. She’s not really physically present in the story and is in flashbacks. Lucas has been lovesick for her for a while but she is as oblivious as a shonen protagonist. It also doesn’t help that Lucas has no confidence and feels like she’s out of his league. She’s had a very big impact on the people around her which has left them feeling hollow in her absence. Dawn has been missing for a few months by the beginning of the story. Overall, not too much to say because she’s not present.

Hilda like Hilbert appears WAY later. I’m still thinking up the set but she’s one of the first main characters outside of the Japanese regions to realize that something strange is going on and there’s likely a coverup. As an actor she’s been to a lot of different places which is reflected in her team. Her team is actually magical girl themed because instead of super heroes being the craze in the Pokémon world it’s actually magical girls. The role she plays is that of Mienshao Mask. Through her perspective we get to see the growing suspicions of the outside world about what’s really going on in Japan.

Their teams:

The story would start in Sinnoh with characters like Green and Blue going there for their own reasons. At first they’re just trying to find out everything they can about the reverse while avoiding getting reversed. That would shift to them launching attacks on their major hubs with the reverse rings. A turning point would be when the assault on Hoenn happens and one reverse fighter slips through. There’s other stuff in between but I haven’t ironed out all the details 😅. Eventually they find out that to end the whole thing that they need to beat Olympia which leads to the big final siege on where she’s living.

The reverse edits that I’ve made so far. Note: The characters that I have made reverse edits for aren’t confirmed. I just want to cover my bases in case I decide it later. I’m going to make reverse edits for everyone involved in story eventually whether they get one or not😅. Lyra has Suicune, Dawn has Giratina, and I’m still debating on if Hilda has Meloetta. They’re not shown on the teams for the same reason as the guys.

Overall, I tried to give each of their reverses different vibes to make them feel distinct.

#pokémon #pokemon rby #pokemon gsc #pokemon rse #pokemon dppt #pokemon bw #cardfight vanguard #link joker #trainer lucas #trainer ethan #trainer hilbert #trainer brendan #trainer red #trainer green #trainer lyra #trainer may #trainer dawn #trainer hilda #gym leader norman #gym leader olympia #rival barry #rival blue #torterra #legends arceus #my crappy writing #my crappy edit #au #floragato

[scheodingers-muppet]

in honor of speak now tv about to drop, im bringing back my stranger things taylor song casting. i wrote a lot of this on my phone after listening to the album so apologizes for grammar errors or anything

mine: ronance, from Nancy's POV. Careless man's careful daughter. Sitting there by the water mirroring the boat scene. You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded. In the music video, we see the couple fighting when things get tough outside of the relationship, which we've also seen Nancy do, both when she was struggling with Barb and fighting with Jonathan when dealing with sexism from her job.

sparks fly: lumax. Max is the rainstorm, Lucas the house of cards. "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but for you, I know it's no good"

back to december: stancy; but just Nancy apologizing for how things ended, not them getting back together. "that night" not just being the Halloween fight but her cheating on him. I think she would feel bad about how things ended and I really want them to talk everything out in season 5. Plz. Also the line, "I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile...how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry" Obv with the tan skin and smile, but I hc that after Nancy told Steve what happened to Barb, he held her while she cried

speak now: byler, from Will's pov. Not in a literal wedding sense (though that might make a fun fic...) but more of Mike asking Will for advice about El and Will just finally coming clean. Maybe it doesn't go great and he doubles down with El and it causes some tension or maybe the roles are reversed and Mike comes clean then panics and doubles down and Will is trying to get him back

dear john: Joyce about Lonnie. I hate this man.

mean: El about Angela. Imagine if before the roller skate incident, she confided in Joyce and she told her to just confront her with her words, ya know? Like just call her out for being mean. Then when that doesn't work, she thinks, "well, what would Hopper tell me? Gotta fight back." Makes my heart melt

the story of us: Mike and El, from El’s pov. I just really feel like El would use story tails and romance stories, etc. to compare love to. This song to the letter fight just... ugh.

never grow up: Nancy. First verse to Holly, how she knows what's ahead, both in terms of alternate dimensions and being a teenage girl. She doesn't want her to have to deal with either of the two, just to stay little while she can. Second verse to Mike, seeing him start to become more of an adult and secretly missing her annoying kid brother. (brings more punch to the line “all your little brothers favorite songs”) Third verse takes place after she graduates, moving for school. Her night light mentioned in the verse was her graduation/farewell present from Holly, who says she's a big girl now and doesn't need it.

enchanted: elmax! From Max's POV. Imagine the second verse is them having a sleepover, playing truth or dare. I also love the use of referencing the story tail love metaphor again

better than revenge: stommy; Tommy singing about Nancy. idk it’s the closest I could get.

innocent: Steve and Nancy. First verse is about Nancy (lost your balance on a tight rope, lost your mind trying to get it back. wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everyone believed in you. , second about Steve. bonus points if you imagine them singing this to each other (not in a romantic way)

haunted: lumax (I’m sorry) Lucas begging for her to come back after her attack. Trying to move on and be happy but he can’t get over her. the chorus too, “somethings gone terribly wrong” “your eye’s gone cold” the bridge too “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” you can also imagine it as like, she lives but can’t face the party without thinking about what happened too

last kiss: stancy / mike and el (parallel!) I think I’m gonna write up a post about all the parallels I see in the characters and dynamics, but I really love this one. Steve being El and Nancy being Mike. The Wheelers having severe issues with love (specifically saying the word) and hurting those who are head over heel for them. I see this from all of their perspectives, switching based off the lines. first verse is mileven (the plane line, “sit on the floor wearing your clothes” we’ve seen El wear clothes from pretty much everyone in the party) the second verse is stancy from Nancy’s pov (life of the party, “i’m not much for dancing, but for you i did” listing things he did she loved without saying “i love you”) bridge is rapid fire switching. “so I’ll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep” mike (bylers take a lot of family photos; i can imagine him seeing her in photos will sends) “i feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe” steve “and i’ll keep up with our old friends just you ask them how you are” el “i hope it’s nice where you are…it’s a beautiful day” nancy (i think she feels bad for how things ended)

long live: the whole party. they deserve to feel like hero’s and royalty after everything they’ve been though. i desperately need to find an edit to this

ours: Steddie. the town hates eddie atm and would probably not take well to king steve dating him. the lines “i love the riddles that you speak” and “any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored” i can also see lumax, but this is just such a light hearted song to me so i didn’t want to compare it to the racism we’ve seen be thrown at lucas and his relationship

superman: jopper. i love the idea of joyce hyping him up as her superman. also based on my parents (my dad was a first responder and this song always made me think of them for the “saving the world” aspect) “he’s not all bad like his reputation” i’m ignoring the sad parts and just focusing on the “go be a superhero, i’ll be here when you get back”

electric touch: steddie. eddie’s taylor, steve is patrick. “this could either break my heart or bring it back to life” “got a history of stories ending sadly” (eddie) “everytime i tried for love, it fell apart” (steve)

when emma falls in love: robin. i have no real proof, it just reminds me of her. i love the image of steve saying all of this about her ❤️❤️ (obvs pronouns change and stuff)

i can see you: steddie (it’s a very steddie coded album, leave me alone) from steve’s pov, talking about how he’s always had a crush on eddie and always noticed him but it breaks eddie’s brain fhat king steve has a crush on him

castles crumbling: steve angst time. talking about his “fall from social grace” and how he lost everything, both in terms of reconciling what he lost from being a jerk as king steve and what he lost when he was dethroned

foolish one; byler. “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love” “it’s delicate but i’ll try my best to seem bulletproof” “maybe someday when we’re older this is something we’ll laugh about” “you haven’t written me or called” “i’ll get your longing glances but she’ll get your ring”

timeless; jopper. soul mates for real

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #chief hopper #mike wheeler #steddie #ronance #taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv

[demadogs]

What are your non-negotiable Will,Mike or byler scenes for next season? Any you have a clear vision for?

oooo i have plenty of very clear byler visions for next season that are all very plausible and make sense narratively but thats not to say that im 100% confident they will happen.

i think non-negotiable is a pretty aggressive way to define this theory im about to talk about because i think it kinda implies that theres no other way it could possibly go down which just isnt true but i do think it would be a huge missed opportunity of they didnt do this. i think mike will be revealed as gay to the audience through a vecna trance and i think this may also be how el finds out because she was piggybacking in his mind and saw/heard everything.

i do think there is some good evidence to support that mike will be vecna’d. a big one is mike being the one to see max get a bloody nose. you would expect lucas to be the one to see this and worry about her. mike is a really random choice and there is always intention and meaning behind little things like this in film.

also bathing will in light and the idea that max has to go to the light to leave vecna’s mind. they light up will in the van scene but also the cabin scene which i think has a double meaning and foreshadows their conflict with vecna because this lighting is the EXACT kinda lighting we see in the creel house.

max also tells lucas that vecna targets people who have something “haunting” them. mike is such a perfect victim for this. we saw in s4 how much he is trying to be someone else and trying to burry the part of him that likes will and likes boys in general. every one of vecnas victims has had some kinda guilt that theyve been trying to hide. (which is why eddies line “its forced conformity thats whats killing the kids!!!!!” is fucking genius). mike has been doing that for YEARS. i think the only reason he wasnt a target in s4 was because he wasnt in hawkins.

now for el, i have less evidence to backup that mike will be outed to her but i do think its possible and i really really hope el is the first person to know mike is gay. i think it would help him so much to hear from someone who didnt grow up the way he did and wasnt ever taught to hate people like him.

i have always thought this shot meant that el was suspicious of mike and wills feelings, and it probably does mean that, but now that i think about it it could also foreshadow her piggybacking into mikes mind too and seeing will in his mind.

i think mike is overdue for a full on panic attack. we see will express his emotions pretty much every season but mike has been suppressing them so deeply for years. the last time we saw him totally break down was in s2 when he was yelling at hopper. since then, he’s been trying to be someone else, whether its consciously or not. he needs a scene like wills destroying the castle and el needs to be the one to comfort him.

i envision mike waking from his trance of being tortured by vecna with all his feelings for will and being gay and hes breathing heavy with tears down his face. hes frantically looking around the room and everybody there and then he sees el take off her blindfold and wipe the blood dripping from her nose and he realizes she was in his mind. i see them both looking at each other, el with sympathy and mike with total panic, and mike runs to a separate room and el follows.

then el would sit with mike on the floor and mike would apologize profusely and theyd have a long, sweet discussion. mike would come clean and just tell her everything. that hes gay, that he loves will, that he felt so bad not breaking up with her as soon as he figured out, then he said he loved her because he thought it was the only way to get her to live. and el would just listen and then admit that she doesnt think she ever really loved him romantically either and that she wants to just be friends. i want this scene to be SO SWEET AND SO EMOTIONAL AND I HOPE IT MAKES ME CRY!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways thats just part of how i envision queer mikes reveal to the audience and his first coming out experience.

#this isnt the mike character arc post i just have to post this first bc i want to link it in that post #also this has been in my drafts for weeks and i didnt reread it just now so hopefully it makes sense #byler #eden answers

[artpunk-intl]

“OFF BOOK WITH BRENDAN WELLS”

ArtpunkINTL interviews BRENDAN WELLS (Uranium Club, Brendan Wells Plant Music, NERV) about Art, inspiration, chess, and the joy of not having the answer.

Interview by Lucas Rose for ArtpunkINTL, 2022

[FULL INTERVIEW TEXT BELOW]

As a unique mode of Art performance and creation, what does The Uranium Club mean to you? How does it allow you to express yourself in ways that other projects don’t? Please be as abstract as you can.

BW: For my involvement with it, the goal is as much communication as possible. I want an album to encourage someone to spend time with it, the type of thing you take into the bathroom to read and look over. I want to approach things with an intent to express ideas everywhere we can: in lyrics, on the center label, the clothes we wear, the things said on stage in between songs, on the album spine, anywhere we can find. I'd like our choices to be conscientious over automatic (are we doing something a certain way because that's how it's done or do we choose it because it will serve us?), and while other times we can be spontaneous then hopefully that spontaneity can be another weapon or resource for ideas, maybe something to reverse engineer into a reference or plot point to inform what we do next. 

The way I view art, everything you do as an artist says something, whether it's process, medium, message, product etc. I don't know that everyone sees that, that when you make an unthoughtful choice it can communicate that you aren't paying attention to what you're doing. Are you invested in me as an audience member? I think in ways I'd also equate unthoughtfulness with insincerity, which is maybe a big jump, but maybe at least a lack of sincerity, and when sincerity isn't present that's just as obvious (and it is obvious!) as insincerity. You can be sincere and make something terrible but at least it won't be boring, I think. There is a lot of filler in products. And I get that, it's easier that way. 

In that sense I think Uranium Club chooses to be difficult, and sometimes it's a difficult or slow or frustrating process for us, to be honest. But the filler concept reminds me of a promo video for Steve Martin's master class on stand up comedy where he says a big mistake people make is to walk out on stage and say something to an audience like "Hi, how is everyone doing tonight?" It's a mistake because you have missed an opportunity to make a joke. Everything is an opportunity to make a joke. Take out the filler and you might only be left with a little bit after that but now maybe you've stumbled into the power of minimalism. 

There’s something about the Uranium Club that feels medical. Songs often come across as stories from the medical or psychiatric fields, telling tales of altered personalities, hidden selves, sickness, sudden traumatic change, proximity to death, and morbid comedy. What motivates the band’s songwriting? What sort of thing could cause a member of the Club to stop and think “I should make a song out of that?”

BW: Speaking for myself as one of three writers in the band, I'm a curious person, lots of Wikipedia and using the interlibrary loan service to spontaneously request books on subjects and artists that pop up on my radar. I jump around between a lot of different interests and thoughts so if something sticks in my brain and keeps my attention then I'll start to ask myself if it could become a song. It has to be something that keeps inviting questions and thoughts beyond what sparked interest in the first place. Even better, I like when even after making a song about something I feel like I could keep writing on the subject because every new angle I view it from invites more investigation. Subjects that involve a moral grey area do that for me, partially because something that makes me laugh is to hear a strong, one-sided opinion on a subject. 

One of the funniest characters is one who is confident and wrong. I think subjects around medicine, psychiatry, etc are meaty because of the complicated relationship between science/fact and the personal experience behind/around it. Science has connotations of being right about things, of perfection and rules and infallibility, but what about when things get complicated, when you invite in questions of morality and suffering and the times it turns out you've been wrong for years about something? That's confusing, and I think a lot of my expression comes out of exploring confusion. 

Digging around, it’s not hard to find references to an unreleased Uranium Club short film. From my own understanding, the cover art for The Cosmo Cleaners is a relic of this film. What can you recall about that film? Was it ever finished? Was it ever real? If so, are there any future plans for it?

BW: The band members do love Film, and sometimes we try to watch the same movies to be on something of the same page. But one of my favorite ways of taking in Art is through photos of Performance Art. Do you ever hear something about a book or a movie that gets you excited but then the real thing doesn't quite capture what you wanted? That's how I feel about most B-movies; I don't watch them, I get bored. There's a performance piece I love by a Chinese artist Song Dong called Stamping the Water where he is standing in a lake with a large printing block with the symbol for water on it and he slaps it against the water. I feel like I also saw a video of the performance and the video took the magic out of the action for me. The most compelling version of the piece I think is just one photo accompanied by the title. 

Titles are really important, I think. It's like a secret lyric that changes the way you hear the song. It expands the narrative, like this weekend when I saw the house of some kids I went to school with who I thought were rich but now the house is abandoned and boarded up. I asked my mom and she told me it's because the parents got divorced and their dad accidentally killed someone while driving a speedboat drunk. 

But then holding back some information is compelling too, like how my mom said the dad is dead now too, but didn't say why, so I'm left with questions. I do think movies are great, though, and watching a movie can be more inspiring for me than any other way of taking in Art, even though I have trouble sometimes allowing myself to watch a movie because I worry it's not time well spent if I'm not sick or tired. 

Has anybody followed the instructions on the Two Things At Once 7”?

BW: Maybe once, I think. One of the most flattering things I can experience is when somebody lets me know they were listening and they remember what I said. It might be too much to say that I make art or music because I never felt listened to when I was a kid, but if I want to believe what I've learned in the years of therapy I've had then maybe I can admit that. It's vulnerable to express yourself but on the part of the audience I think it also takes vulnerability to participate—to choose to answer someone's question instead of letting it hang as rhetorical. It's a transformative choice, kind of like a magic spell you help complete. It makes the outcome less certain, more charged, more in the moment. 

There's this great concept called going "off book" in chess that fits for that. At some point in the world of chess they started keeping a record of every move ever made in tournament play. During a game of chess, every move made makes it a little less like every game played before it, but you can still play an entire game of chess and know that the same choices in the same order have been made before. It is increasingly rare as more games are played and more data is created through that, but if you make a choice that has never been recorded before, the game is now "off book." It's not safe to do that, but it can mean the difference in whether or not there ends up being a Wikipedia article about that chess match. Despite the connotations you might make for words like creativity and Art, a lot of experiences with Art and Music are "on book." If somebody asks you to do something for the sake of Art—clap, answer a question, whatever—I think you should do it because that is a step in the direction of making the experience a little bit less like every experience that came before it. 

NERV was explosive, abrasive, and aggressive, a wonderful combination of Powerviolence and original flavor Hardcore Punk. What did you learn with NERV that stuck with you? 

BW: I learned to err on the side of spontaneity when it comes to performance. So many times I came up with an idea beforehand, like jumping at a certain moment (or especially with anything I thought would be funny to do or say) and it would turn out so lifeless. It's like giving birth and a wet potato coming out instead of a baby. I'd expect laughter and there would be none and I would feel so stupid, or I would do something and realize I was forcing it into the wrong moment. There are comedians who will work so hard to make their thoughts seem spontaneous when they've actually been delivering the same lines for years, and that can make for a good joke and speak to the mastery of their performance, but that joke can be matched or exceeded if it turns out you have to fart at the exact moment it would be funny to fart. For me to feel right about it I need to be in the moment and respond to it. If you respond, you create communication; if you force it, you might poop your pants.

Bands like NERV almost always end up with one or two good stories from the road. Any come to mind?

BW: The one that I usually tell is about NERV playing a show on tour in Pittsburgh in 2011. It was a grind show we got added to along with Wild Child, a band from Minneapolis we were friends with that included Harry from Uranium Club. Wild Child was incredibly late to the show because that morning they got stranded on the road with a flat tire and then after it got replaced they were in standstill traffic for hours because of a giant traffic accident. They finally showed up after all the other bands had played and were super stressed out and tired and had to play immediately to a pretty small and apathetic audience. They asked if we were down to just relax and watch a movie because they had bought Bruno on DVD at a gas station a few days before and hadn't gotten a chance to watch it. The guy who booked the show invited us to stay at his place and it sounded good—a spare room with beds because bands stayed there all the time, he said he'd make us spaghetti and salad, and the only thing to really deal with was his fiancé was moving in so there would be her cat and his two dogs who were loud but harmless. 

We get back to the guy's place and it's gnarly—his dogs are these two giant rottweilers who are barking and lunging and making us uncomfortable. He shows us where we can sleep and it's this room with horror movie posters and flyers for grind shows and a pile of very stained mattresses. It's gross but there's a big TV and an Xbox so we can start up Bruno and he goes to the kitchen to cook stuff and we make the best of it. There's eight of us so I'm sitting on the floor next to the couch and Bruno was really funny. The dogs come thundering into the room whipping around a toy or stuffed animal and run over me and get slobber all over my arm and drop the toy next to Antoine from Wild Child and they chase each other around and run out again. We decompress from that but Antoine jumps up and yells "Holy shit!" and "It's a fucking cat, dude!" I turn around and realize it wasn't a stuffed animal the dogs were playing with, they'd killed the guy's fiancé's cat. I check my arm and see it isn't dog slobber, my arms covered in blood. 

We all start standing up and freaking out and the guy walks into the room from the kitchen, sees the dead cat, and loses it. "Holy shit, that's my fiancé's fucking cat. She's gonna fucking leave me, man. They're gonna put my dogs to sleep. FUCK. I'm so FUCKED." Then for some reason he turns on us and starts yelling at us. "Why didn't you guys do anything? That's my fiancé's fucking cat!" 

The guy stops and puts his face in his hands and starts crying. We're all just standing there looking at each other and not knowing what is going on and half watching Bruno, which is still playing, while the guy cries. After a while he tries to straighten up and bring things back to a level of normalcy. 

"Well," he says, "the spaghetti's done."

With Brendan Wells Plant Music, Ernest Hood’s Neighborhoods and Mort Garson’s Plantasia seem like the obvious points of inspiration (based off nothing more than assumption), but it’s got a lot more going on too. What points of influence do you take for your quieter explorations of sound (other than plants)? 

BW: The start of the project came out of a very anxious time in my life—I had tried moving to San Francisco to help run the magazine Maximum Rocknroll and it fucked my life up and was even making it hard to listen to punk for awhile. I was trying to search out classical music I could connect with but was gravitating more towards things that felt simplistic or minimal and natural. I was wanting to make music like Steve Reich, Terry Reilly, Penguin Cafe Orchestra, but like most things it's been filtered through my limitations. I don't know how to "play piano" necessarily but I can run a keyboard through guitar pedals and hold down some of the keys and try different things until I discover something I find compelling. Or I might not have the patience to systematically compose something like Steve Reich that explores overlapping themes and frequencies but I will record two separate tracks that ignore structure and meter and play them both at the same time to see what comes out of it. I also find something incredibly transcendent can come out of music without percussion or drums, or something that doesn't use those devices but still creates rhythm and forward motion. It's more tied with a spiritual pursuit than other things I might make.

In your opinion, how’s the Twin Cities scene doing these days? Anybody that’s been catching your eye that you feel hasn’t gotten their praise? Does the scene feel alive?

BW: I would say that it's healthy, it's fine, it's existing. I would not say that my experience today is a heyday, but as long as things are happening then that means things in the future can be nurtured and artists have a place to grow instead of having to start from nothing. I think though that there are things going on that I'm not in touch with that are happening, just not exactly in the scene I've been attached to. 

Things have changed a lot since I first visited Minneapolis in 2008. Punks aren't as smelly. Fewer dreadlocks. Those things weren't my niche necessarily but it had an exciting identity. But in Minneapolis I think there is always an audience. When a new warehouse venue opens up people will be there and excited. The people here are very supportive and want to see music. The music I'm most excited about in town is pretty new and hasn't been recorded yet so there are things to look forward to but not a lot I can easily share right now except for a few live videos.

[Brendan provides the following links:]

Pig in the City : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wE3ji81yq4Y

Psychic Sports : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtcKe1mMC4Q

Egg Girl Girl : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiGXUMOnuHY

Which release(s) do you find yourself most proud of for each of your projects? Do you have a favorite song or songs from your own body of work?

BW: I think the first vinyl release for any of the projects I've been a part of is a big deal to me. Growing up and loving bands and music and never thinking that would be something I'd ever participate in myself, having something on vinyl feels like tangible validation for me of participation in a part of culture that I have looked up to so much. Making a tape with Plant Music was also a big deal. It was the first time i'd recorded and released music without playing in a band and again isn't something I thought I could do. In a lot of ways I have low self esteem so these things have been life changing. 

One of the things I'm most proud of is a short-lived band from 2017 I was in called Ozone 120's. I played guitar, which I hadn't done in a band since 9th grade, and that helped change the way I talk about playing music because I would say "Well, technically I CAN play guitar, but I don't know how to 'play the guitar'" because I only knew how to play power chords and that didn't seem good enough to me. Now in my mind if you're able to make sounds you like with an instrument then I don't see that as illegitimate or something that should keep you from thinking you're not a musician or something. 

What do you see when you look at the current world of Art? What is plentiful? What is lacking?

BW: Working in the limitations of your means is what is going to lead to authentic / unique / individual expression and I think that is increasingly rare. That's why musicians from different cities and different experiences with different resources will sound different and to me that's what makes Art exciting: that there's more of it out there to experience. There's something sterile about doing things the "right" way. That can end up meaning a focus on recreation rather than something I'd call a creation and I don't often find much credibility in that. I know there's an easy argument to that, that there's nothing unique or creative about bands who play guitars or even all art period but to say something like "Nothing is original so why should it matter?" is going to lead to a lot of product that I find lifeless. I don't think there's any excuse for boring Art. 

I also think pun names have to go (Joanna Gruesome, Ringo Deathstarr, Olivia Neutron-John). That's an excuse for an idea. It's like having the opposite of an identity unless you're a Grind band or something because they're the only ones who do it right and with a worthwhile sense of humor.

#ArtpunkINTL #Brendan Wells #Plant Music #NERV #Uranium Club #Interview #Artpunk #Punk #Punk Zine #Music Zine #Punk Rock #Art Zine #Post-Punk #Egg Punk #Magazine #Zine #Journalism #indie #DIY zine #indie zine #punk band #punk music

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

I'm sorry you have to deal with the billy stans. I tried once, but they wouldn't listen to a word I say.

Like when I brought up that Max was verbally abused they twisted in a way that because she yelled at Billy and drugged him she was also an abuser who was on the same level as his dad because she used the words Neil used on Billy. However, they really close their eyes at how Billy also uses those words at Max (the Say It and Understand part). They also ignore the context. She had to watch Billy almost kill a guy. What should she have done? Talk him out of it. Drugging was her saving Steve and Billy because he would have murdered him.

Him threatening Max in the car earlier in the season was after Max expressed that she liked it here and it was Billy's fault for them to move, he then had to intimidate her by driving recklessly (putting her in danger for funsies) and wanting to run over a bunch of kids so he has control over Max again. If that isn't abused, idk what is. Or when he broke her skateboard after he found out Max hung out with Lucas at the arcade. It's implied he does this quite often, idk if this is normal sibling behavior, lol. Max even confides to Lucas that Billy takes out his anger on her, but his stans ignore it. She literally cried in front of him, which is big because Max is very closed off.

Also, the way they shit on Steve at the Byers house. Like Steve only lied because Max was terrified of getting hurt by her brother. I could even imagine Lucas begging Steve to do something because he knows about the situation, and he would have picked up on the racist undertones Billy gave him. To say Steve lied for no reason and was in the wrong idk, he didn't want Max to be hurt. Billy would have done something to her. He held in his anger the entire time waiting to explode, and Max already told us she would receive it. Billy didn't care about her he only cared to get her home so he could stay out of trouble. So Steve got Billys anger full unleashed and yeah me may have thrown the first punch (after Billy threatened Lucas and pushed him violenty in a cabinet), but after he was knocked out, Billy never stopped. Some even say Steve deserved it, which is like okay?? But then ship h*rringrove at the same time.

Also, Billy isn't even redeemed in my eyes he never made amends to Lucas and Steve. Maybe he treated Max better, but he still wasn't sorry about his behavior towards Lucas. Max had every right to have complicated feelings about his death. I think that was the thing s4 got right. Her not being able to open up to Lucas or Steve because Billy hurt them, so she retreated and pushed them away. She knew her friends hated her brother because he was awful to them. So she felt like she couldn't tell them she missed him or felt guilty for gis death. At the same time, she felt relief because he couldn't harm her anymore, which also made her feel guilty because that's still her brother.

I get why he acted the way he did, but that doesn't give him a free pass to do whatever. I have a friend who relates to Billy, like she also acted it they way he did, but she never makes excuses for him. She can recognize his faults. Billy needed help, which he sadly never got, that makes him tragic, but he also hurt people along the way, and they also have every right to critique his behavior. Same with people watching the show, they should be allowed to discuss it in a way without others coming for them and harass them (especially if you tag it accordingly).

I'm sorry this is kinda long, but you can't say this on here, or you will be hunted down and ridiculed. (Also, you can totally ignore this if you don't want to have this discourse anymore)

No bc you're so right I'm just so over Billy that I can't be bothered to add more.

Perfectly worded, I find Billy an interesting character for sure, because the abuse cycle, the patterns of trauma infliction, it gives a new perspective to how abuse affects people.

The Billy stans excusing his actions just ruins this take for me, and it also just feels like a further insult on Max and Lucas's characters.

Also the Hargrove stans are by far the most unnecessarily aggressive, toxic, and illogical, and I've seen the twitter Steve vs Jonathan discourse.

#rem does stuff and panics #stranger things #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #anti billy hargrove

[volcanicmertle]

𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕕𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤

mertle edmonds is based on mertle from lilo & stitch. she is a 23 year old human, mall employee, and uses she/her pronouns. she has no powers.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: luca hollestelle sexuality: heterosexual height: 5’5 eye color: brown hair color: ginger piercings: ear lobes tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: passionate, charming, a flirt, fiercely independent, honest, confident negative traits: temperamental, stubborn, selfish, unwilling to accept that people can be different, brash likes: brownies, hula dancing, bikinis, her curling iron, lip stain, chanel 09, the bachelor/bachelorette, listening to music with headphones, pilates, sushi dislikes: being wrong, the color purple, cold weather, turtlenecks, big dogs, tall buildings, getting dirty, not having her nails done, wearing her glasses phobias: acrophobia (fear of heights) hobbies: spending all her money on clothes, dancing at the club, going on runs, listening to the 'call her daddy' podcast, making fun of people, watching corny reality TV late at night, making extravagant overnight oats recipes aesthetic: an shaken oat milk latte made with extra dashes of cinnamon, finding constellations in the freckles on someone's skin, the smell of ember as a flame begins to burn out, the deep rumble of a volcano that could erupt at any moment, the sound of glass shattering, the warmth of a tequila shot in your chest

relations

mother: delaney edmonds father:  karl edmonds aunt(s): stacy edmonds sibling(s): n/a pet(s): gigi ( a "dog" )

headcanons

🌪 mertle absolutely loathes sweet candies and finds it odd when people prefer sweet ones to sour ones. 🌪 in mertle’s eyes, bullying is okay, it builds character…. and it in turn, it stops people from being so WEIRD all the god damn time.  🌪 she claims she doesn’t care that her father stopped coming around… but it has really heavily impacted her. on the rare occasion he calls or reaches out, it sends mertle into a spiral. in turn, she has ridiculously bad trust & abandonment issues. 🌪 girl friends are more like…. pawns. the individuals she chooses to keep 'close' have to benefit her or her status in some way. she keeps her more powerful friends at an arms length, as she finds it easier to surround herself with people she can bully and manipulate into seeing her as their superior. 🌪 the primarily fuel for her hatred towards lilo is that she is envious of her lack of regard for what other people think about her… how can one NOT care?? 🌪 hawaii is in her blood, and whilst she dismisses many of the values her culture holds through her selfish and insecure need to be on top, her heart still misses her island and the warm sun and the never-ending beaches.  🌪 mertle is the sound of a volcano rumbling in the distance, building up tension and smoke and heat as it festers- the contents so hot and fueled with the desire to explode and bring awareness of its presence to everyone around.  🌪 hula is something she still practices daily, it’s a great core workout and it makes her feel connected to the parts of home she actually liked. she’s even started learning other types of dance because movement allows her mind to go quiet for once.  🌪 mertle will have the occasional drink or shot, but she knows her limits. when you're sloppy, you have the opportunity to say and do things that people may judge you for…and being judged or looked at funny is not something mertle is okay with. AT. ALL. 🌪 mertle suffers from dyslexia and was a terrible student because of it, not being able to receive the assistance she needed ( not that she asked for it because she refused to admit anything was wrong with her ). it's something she's really embarrassed about.

#& intro

[zalrb]

OTH 2x18 Rewatch

1. IIIIIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

2.

WHY NOT, JAKE?

3. What exactly is Lucas’ job at this dealership?

4. I like how this lawyer is like, Jake, what situation do you think you’re IN right now?

because seriously, Jake, you KIDNAPPED your CHILD.

5. Jake keeps talking about Jenny being safe, did Nicki harm her/neglect her? Like I know she neglected her by leaving and I can understand being resistant because of that but he makes it seem like Jenny in her custody would put her in harm’s way and I’m just trying to remember if I missed something.

6. Also Nathan and Taylor are interesting-ish too ... it’s kind of like Haley and Taylor where they don’t exactly have the sister-ish chemistry I’d put down in my lists but there’s a vibe. Just like how there’s a kind of a vibe with Nathan and Taylor. Like when he flirts with her I’m just like ... yeaaaa

7. This is what friends who like each other look like

and they do their little squeal

7. LOL coyote ugly (2000)

really popularized skinny white girls dancing on bars

the 2000s, man, what a time 

8. I wonder if Haley knows about this part of the trip

because Taylor you’re doing a lot

9. And it’s funny because James keeps touching her waist and stopping and you can tell he’s not supposed to be doing that, which is why the moment he does, he moves his hand because Nathan is supposed to be a willing but passive participant

10. LMAO by the end his hands are in the air and he’s like iiiiiiiii don’t know where to put them

11. Lucas, don’t you think it’d be a TAD suspicious that Dan is keeping a ledger of all of his illegal activity in the ceiling AT HIS WORK?

12.

The delivery was HILARIOUS.

13. Andy. you had a private investigator like 4 minutes ago, just hire him again!

14. Ha, Lucas is in black again.

15. It makes literally no sense that the police can’t find Jake.

16. Oh riiiiiiiiiiiiight, Nicki passed out in the front seat of a car with Jenny in the backseat. OK.

17. I remember watching this as a preteen and kind of digging Taylor and Nathan too and feeling SO BAD about it

18. But honestly season 1 Nathan should’ve been more like this, because this is supposed to show the danger of Nathan going back to his old ways but Nathan wasn’t like this in season 1. This Nathan is arrogant but with a bit of charm so he’s that guy you know better than to hook up with but you do anyway because his confidence is attractive and he could’ve been that guy to explain why Peyton keeps staying despite being unhappy, he could have the attitude of feeling like he owned the team, owned the school by just being like this and Haley could’ve been like yeah, this isn’t working on me so cut the shit

but season 1 Nathan was a legit villain, like not even a little shit, he was just straight up horrible but part of this is also because James is growing as an actor and he’s learning how to hit the fine lines

19. No, but Taylor, you were absolutely going to smash your sister’s husband

20.

I don’t know, Taylor, because if he went for it I high key feel like you would’ve just went for it.

21. Everyone shut up they are SO cute

22. Anna’s mirror scene is sweet.

23. NO THE JEYTON ANGST.

24. Peyton can’t just walk into an apartment without Jake hearing, come ON.

25. FOR LEYTON?????????

26. Anna leaving is like, I like how you can just pick up and leave and go to different schools like nothing. Like if she was at boarding school and it wasn’t just one big high school like Tree Hill High why couldn’t she have just transferred schools to begin with why did they have to move to a completely different town.

27. I like how Haley leaves one message on the home machine and doesn’t try his cell. Girl, do you want your husband or not? Ginuwine paged his girl at 9 and called her at 10 to see if she got his message at 9 just for a dick appointment, let step up your game.

28.

FOR LEYTON?

And it’s such a nice scene because Peyton is emotional and she was scared and then seeing him in prison, she just has to say ‘I love you’ but Jake kind of just furrows his eyebrows and shrugs and it’s like, well of course I love you too, I thought that was a given? And then they fade to Whitey but as they do you see Jake’s face because Peyton’s crying and he’s like please don’t cry

#LOL if you get my ginuwine reference then you watched OTH when it aired

[caitwrites]

A Girl's Guide to Ending Rape Culture - Chapter 5

The next morning, I feel a wave of emotions. Nervousness and excitement, all bundled into one. I'm nervous and thinking: what if, when Ian's band meets me, they don't like me? What if all the excitement I'm feeling leads to nothing? What might be my one chance at fame would be gone.

I push the thoughts out of my head and get out of bed. I have a shower, then pick out a pair of jeans and my favourite shirt: a Stone Temple Pilots merch tee.

I pick my phone up off the nightstand and see that I have a missed call. I call back almost immediately.

"Hey, Emilie. Glad you called me back. Would you be up to meet the band today?"

Well, that was fast. I didn't expect him to want me to meet them that quickly.

"You don't waste time, do you?" I say, trying on confidence for size.

"No time like the present. Especially since we're kinda desperate for a singer, and I think you have something special."

I blush, happy he can't see me through the phone. "Yeah, today works. What time?"

"How 'bout 12?"

I look at the clock and see that it's 10am. I'm pretty much ready, all I have to do is put on some makeup, and then I'll be good to go.

"Sure" I say. "12 sounds great."

"Awesome, you can meet us at 156 Paul Rd."

"Okay, sounds good." Just then, a thought pops into my head. "Would you mind if I brought my friend over?"

"No, of course you can."

"Okay. I'll see you at 12 then."

"See you then."

I hang up, then call Lucas. He picks up quickly.

"Hey Emilie. How's it going?"

"Great," I say.

"Oh, yeah?" I hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah. Would you be up to going with me to meet that band today?"

"Is that the band with that guy you met at the club yesterday?"

"Yeah," I say.

"Sure, I'll go with you."

"Thanks, Lucas."

"Of course."

"I told him I'd meet him at 12."

"Okay, I'll be over at 11:30 to pick you up."

"Okay, sounds good," I say, then hang up the phone.

~

At 11:32, I see Lucas's car pull up outside.

I go head down the stairs and go out the front door, walking over to his car and getting inside the passenger seat.

"Hey," I say, buckling my seat belt.

He smiles. "Hey."

"So the address is 156 Paul Rd."

"Okay, sounds good." He starts up the car, and we drive off.

"I'm glad you invited me," Lucas says, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah," I say. "Just didn't feel too comfortable going alone."

"Yeah, of course," he says.

"I'm still nervous though."

He turns to look at me for a second, before looking back at the road. "About what?"

"Meeting the band. What if they don't like me, you know?"

"I'm sure they'll like you. You're great and an amazing singer."

I blush a little and smile. "Thanks. It's just that, this could be my big break, and I really don't want to mess it up."

"You'll do great, I believe in you."

"What if I don't do great?"

"Then I'll be here to support you. Always." His voice sounds softer than usual, and he coughs a little awkwardly. And, you know, Ani, too, of course."

"Yeah," I say. "Of course. Thanks."

There's a silence in the car the rest of the drive that neither of us breaks.

When we pull up to the house, the garage is open and I see a few people, including Ian, standing inside holding instruments. I take a deep breath, unbuckle my seat belt, and step out of the car.

"Hey!" I say, smiling. I hope I don't sound as nervous as I feel.

Lucas steps out of the car and walks beside me up to the garage.

"Hey Em," Ian says.

I feel Lucas stiffen beside me at the way Ian says my name. I've told Lucas how much I hate when people call me that.

"Her name's Emilie," he says. "She doesn't like being called Em.

I see Ian's band members looking at each other, some of them smirking.

I nudge Lucas's shoulder. "It's fine, it's not a big deal."

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't like that nickname."

"It's okay, really. Why don't you and your band play a song? I'd love to hear what you sound like."

"Sure."

Ian walks over to his band, and they start playing a song. I assume it must be an original song, since I don't recognize it. Either that, or I just haven't heard it before.

The song ends, and I have to admit they sound pretty good. They could use a few improvements, but for the most part, they're good.

"So, what do you think?" Ian asks.

"You're really good," I say. "I love your sound."

He smiles. "Cool. Do you want to practice a song with us?"

I hesitate for a second, still feeling a bit inadequate.

Lucas nudges me, and I look over at him.  "You can do it," he mouths.

I smile at him, then turn to Ian. "Yeah, I'll practice with you guys."

"Awesome," Ian says. He grabs a mic and places it on the ground in front of the band. "Any song requests?"

"Maybe Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms?"

"Sure, we can do that."

The band starts playing the familiar beginning notes of the song, and I take a breath before I start to sing.

The second I start singing, I feel the nervousness I was feeling seconds ago slip away. I just listen to the music, feels the tune and the rhythm, and let it guide me.

Once the song finishes, I turn to face the band expectantly. Ian is smiling, but he isn't saying anything.

Finally, I say, "What did you guys think?"

Ian turns to his band. "What did you think, guys? Was that not the best thing you've ever heard?"

I feel excitement rising in me as his band members nod in agreement.

Ian turns back to me. "Well, I think that settles it. How would you like to be a part of the band?"

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