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carolmunson · 2 months

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a mini blurb for the blurb party by @superblysubpar - ‘how do either of the boys act when you’re sick?’

steddie x asthmatic!reader. self indulgent as i’ve been chest deep in a flare up since december. just a little something.

Steve hates when he can’t fix it, but there’s nothing he can do. No soup, no medicine, no matter how many blankets and how high he turns up the humidifier — you continue to wheeze and rattle.

The past few weeks your symptoms got worse and worse, and you kept ignoring it. Puff after puff of your inhaler, only to be worn out less than an hour later. Kept putting off the doctor, thinking it would get better. You don’t even talk that much these days — they both miss how you sound.

Eddie sits under your calves on the couch, warming his chilly hands between your knees. You smile at him with cracked lips while he squeezes the meaty start of your thigh.

“Y’know, it’s sort of Regan-y of you,” he grins, you wheeze a laugh through closed lips.

“Regan-y?” Steve asks, brows knitting while he eases another pillow under you. Hot tea, finds its way into your hands from his. Anything to open your airways until your doctor’s appointment next week.

“Like the Exorcist,” Eddie says, looking back at you, “If you start speaking Latin we have to get an old priest in here.”

You wheeze again and it goes into a cough. The lack of oxygen has pulled life from your skin, under eyes sunken, rawness at your throat. The cold weather wasn’t helping.

“Mirabile dictu, don't you agree?” you rasp out low, enough to take a chunk of energy out of you.

Eddie laughs back, tapering off when he sees that Steve isn’t happy with the joking, especially when it makes you cough like this.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly to Steve, squeezing your thigh again, “We can’t have any more fun, kid.”

‘No more fun,’ you mouth, shaking your head no slowly.

Steve scooches next to Eddie on the couch with your feet now resting on his thigh. You welcome his large warm hands on your socked toes while you sip your tea, finally soothing your airways enough to open them slightly. You yawn, not from being tired, but from trying to get a full breath. They both frown at you while they flip through the channels on the TV in Steve’s living room.

You were happy to not be hacking, in the ‘silent phase’ of whatever flare up you were having these last few weeks. Quiet, but scary. The weight on your chest getting heavier and heavier, the tightness of your throat more and more uncomfortable.

At least with these two you knew it wasn’t weird that you were mouth breathing, that you were too tired, that you weren’t really yourself. Though that was not to say that they could not wait for you to be back to yourself. They missed hearing you laugh, Steve missed bickering with you when you and Eddie would be up whispering next to him in bed. Eddie missed giggling with you when Steve would get that grouchy sleepy face on when you wouldn’t shut up.

But for now, they wanted nothing more than to love on you while you made it through to the other side. One breath at a time.

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jessmaybank · 10 months

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Her - JJ Maybank

Based on the song Her by Chase Atlantic

Outer banks x Chase Atlantic masterlist

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Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x fem! Kook reader. A bit of Rafe x reader also.

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Whilst being in a relationship with Rafe for over a year, JJ comes along and fucks everything up.

Warnings: swearing, smoking, drug use (Molly & weed), cheating, angst, daddy issues, SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, oral (f receiving).

AN: mutual pining, lots of jealousy. if you like the innocent reader trope, this one probably isn’t for you.

Giuseppe steppin', she ain't moonwalkin'

Copped Balenciagas, then we drew on 'em

Molly had her shaking like an asthmatic

She told me to take the drugs in public, I ain't backtracking

Her vision is hazy as she steps into the smoking area of the club, a mixture of cigarette smoke and the pills she had taken blurring her eyesight. Her dainty hands clung onto her boyfriends arm as he lead her through the erratic crowd, their heightened senses doing nothing but provoking the chaos around them.

Ever since she started dating Rafe, she found herself doing drugs more often, his bad habits seemingly rubbing off on her.

Shortly after they find a seat, Rafe springs up, leaving her to navigate her high on her own as he goes to talk to some friends. Her hand dove into the depth of her LV handbag, retrieving a cigarette and a lighter.

The various array of designer jewellery and accessories planted on her figure contrasted greatly to the dull expressions displayed through her features, her body language indicating she didn’t really want to be there.

That’s when he saw her for the first time. JJ was stood on the opposite end of the small smoking area, a matching cigarette decorating his ring clad fingers. He observed the way her face lit up as she lit her cigarette, the dancing embers reflecting on her blown out pupils. He thought she was the most mesmerising thing in the world.

She pursed her lips together, her boredom evident as she scanned her surroundings warily, and that’s when her eyes met his for the first time.

JJ brought his cigarette up to his ruby red lips, inhaling a long toke as he fixated all of his undying attention to her petite frame. She mirrored his actions, an exhilarating sense of euphoria consuming her as she did so, her sinful urges most likely exacerbated by the Molly. Nevertheless, she liked it.

The corners of his mouth turned upward into a timid smile, and suddenly JJ felt like a giddy teenager again. He ran his hand through his picturesque blonde locks, his eyes never wavering from her.

She couldn’t help the small smile that creeped up on her face, one that matched his perfectly. Her features radiated a sense of hunger and need for him, and JJ swore he would do anything he could to get her.

Rafe walked back over to her, planting a kiss on her flushed cheek, and just like that, his smile faltered. She barely acknowledged him though, too engrossed in the blonde stood across from her, his blue orbs holding her captive.

JJ’s insides twisted in the most disturbing way, a certain coldness rushing through him. He couldn’t fathom how someone as enchanting as she was could be with someone like Rafe.

She brought her hand up to wipe her cheek, as if to eradicate all traces of her boyfriend from her, and JJ felt a sliver of hope that maybe she wouldn’t be Rafe’s for long.

Woah, she's high fashioned

Took me to the back room in Chanel so we could smash and

Everything is Louis V and Louis V her casket

And she's so good at walking out because her dad did

A waterfall of salty tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, her breathing unorganised as she makes a poor attempt to catch her breath. She sat in one of the many rooms in her mothers house, the space cluttered with expensive furniture. Tears rolled onto her phone as she stared at the text from her father, her vision hazy. He had tried to reach out to her for the time time today, a random occurrence due to fact he left her and her mother when she was just a child. The night sky caused a dim light to engulf the room, an obvious reflection of her low mood.

Despite the fact her skin was agitated with redness from crying, JJ thought she looked as angelic as ever when he spotted her frail figure at the island club. Her breathing stilled as she took notice of him, her puffy red eyes finding solace in his softening features. His work attire made him look as charming as ever, and suddenly she didn’t feel so suffocated by her surroundings.

He noticed her boyfriend was no where to be seen, and although that made him somewhat happy, his heart sank at the realisation no one was trying to eradicate her obvious sadness. If it was up to JJ, he wouldn’t leave her side until he saw her smile.

So as soon as his shift finished, that’s exactly what he did. The two of you sat on some wooden decking which overlooked the crystallised waters that graced the outer banks, passing a joint back and forth. The weed aided her in numbing her pain, and JJ was happy to help, knowing the feeling all too well when a family member disappoints you.

She turned her head to face him, exhaling the smoke that previously engulfed her lungs. He mirrored her actions, his logical thinking crumbling right before his eyes as he studied the light freckles that were splattered across her face.

To her, time felt like it was in slow motion, leaving her plenty of time to remind the boy that she had a boyfriend. But she never did. Instead, she brought her hand up to his cheek, the cold metal of her Cartier ring a stark contrast to his skin, which felt like it was on fire under her touch.

And she welcomed his kiss.

She says "Ooh, we could do whatever you want

But boy, don't go falling in love

You can't stay with me

All you'll ever have is one day with me"

“God j” she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she lay underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her deep in her bedroom.

He had climbed into her bedroom in the middle of the night, a risky move considering he knew she could be with Rafe. Unfortunately, once again his sinful urges overpowered his rationality.

Her acrylic nails dug into his back, skin almost breaking as she dragged them up to his neck, pulling at the shaggy strands of hair on the back of his head. He groaned into her mouth, their kissing sloppy as neither of them could control their moans.

JJ buries his head in her neck, lips latching onto the sensitive skin as he thrusts into her once again.

“No hickeys” she reminds him, an abrupt wave of sadness and frustration rolling over him at the reminder that he will never have her all to himself. He would never be able to call her his.

He turned all his pent up anger and resentment towards Rafe as a means to fuck her harder, wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing.

“I bet he doesn’t fuck you like I do, huh?” He says, his zealous thrusts causing the loud sound of their skin slapping to fill the room. She shakes her head, her lack of response an indication of the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling.

“Words” he said sternly, needing to hear her submit to him. He thought maybe that would make him feel better about the fact that the girl he was falling for was with another man.

He brought his face back up to look at her, their lips brushing as she uttered her next sentence.

“not even close”

Ooh, she said "We can do whatever you want

You could fuck me in the back of your car"

But I won't ever get to stay with her

'Cause all I ever had was one day with her

She bounced on his cock like her life depended on it, the faint pitter patters of raindrops being drowned out by their heavy panting as she fucked him in the back of the Twinkie, straddling him. She had an argument with Rafe that night, and as always, she turned to JJ.

If she was telling the complete truth, she would have to admit that she was picking fights with her boyfriend on purpose, so she had an excuse to leave him for the night and be with the boy she really wanted. JJ was the only boy she knew that could turn the pit of despair that usually sat in her stomach to a knot of building pleasure, and tonight was no different.

As much as she was tempted at times like this, she knew breaking up with Rafe wasn’t really an option. Their families were too close, and her mother’s business relied heavily on Wards generous deals. Her lack of a father figure also meant that she had a hard time trusting men, and a hard time believing she could really be loved. Growing up neglected by someone who was supposed to love her unconditionally meant she always struggled with her self worth, and it was hard for her believe that JJ only wanted her for her.

His nails dug into her hips, helping her bounce on him as he leaned in to kiss her. Her glossy lips smashed against his, his tongue diving into her mouth as soon as she let out another gasp. She bit his bottom lip, the action causing him to groan into her mouth, and she slowly felt herself melt into his lap.

“You taste like heaven” he mumbles, bringing his hands up to her head, pushing the falling strands of thick hair behind her ears, before pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes lidded as he feels his climax nearing.

She smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that would make someone think she could never be capable of fucking him like she was, least of all whilst she was taken by another.

Her smile faded into a frown, eyebrows furrowed as JJ started bucking his hips up, the tight coil in her stomach starting to unravel as she struggled to keep her eyes open. JJ grabbed her jaw, forcing her to maintain eye contact whilst she came all over his cock, legs weak as they started to spasm on top of him.

Her pussy clenched, sending JJ over the edge, and he came inside of her, a mixture of their juices spilling down her thighs as they attempted to catch their breath. Although JJ could never have her, at least he could find comfort in knowing that when she crawled back into Rafe’s bed tonight, his cum would still be inside of her.

JJ planted a sweet kiss on her forehead, the gesture making a wave of guilt consume her. Deep down, she knew he deserved better than what she was giving him, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop seeing him, captivated in everything JJ Maybank.

The sound of their heavy breathing is interrupted by her ringtone, and she peers down at the phone beside them to see Rafe’s contact on the screen, their movements coming to a halt as they look at the phone, and then back at each other. Her eyes were tinged with pain, and as always, his facial expression matched hers.

Ooh, think her boyfriend might be Christian Dior

I'm getting feelings that I didn't before

And all I wanna do is stay with her

But I know all I have is one day with her

The party was in full swing as she spotted him across the room, her muscles tensing as she sat on her boyfriends lap. The room was crowded, so he was hard to spot, but she did it with ease.

JJ was sat with John B, the only person he had told about his encounters with her. He observed the way his best friends face fell as he noticed her, relishing in the way Rafe’s arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer against his back as her legs draped across his.

“Let her go, bro. She’s not worth it” John B says, and it was like a dagger to JJ’s pained heart.

“Trust me, I’ve tried” he replies, running a hand through his blonde locks, a sign of his distress.

By the end of the night, JJ had her in the bathroom, sitting on the counter and gripping at his hair, whilst his head was buried in between her thighs. Her clothes had been discarded on the floor tiles, her nipples hardened from the exposure.

His tongue flicked over her aching clit again and again, and she had to bite her lip to stifle her moans, so hard she almost drew blood. his nails dug into her thighs, his grip tight as he ate her pussy like it was his favourite meal. And truth be told, it was.

Ooh, she's always been running from love

'Cause daddy didn't give her enough

But I can make the pain better

All I need is one more day with her

It was about 2am when she snuck out to the chateau, a slight adrenaline cursing through her veins as she texted JJ to come outside.

It was tipping with rain, her drenched hair stuck to her face as the door opened, and she couldn’t escape the small smile that framed her face as JJ appeared from the run-down house, the tension in her shoulders relaxing.

“Are you crazy, you must be freezing” he says, taking in her cami top and pijamas shorts as he runs downs the wooden porch steps to meet her on the muddy grass.

“I broke up with him”

JJ freezes, raindrops falling onto his face as he registers her words. “You…what?”

“Rafe. I broke up with him” she says, taking a step closer to the boy she had fallen for. Her eyes glistened with excitement as she finishes her sentence, relishing in the fact she finally got the courage to do what she wanted all along.

After hearing it the second time, JJ knew he wasn’t dreaming, but nevertheless he gave his arm a quick pinch for confirmation. He moves towards her, one hand tangled in her wet hair, the other snaking around her waist.

JJ lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, lingering there for a moment before he finally kisses her. The kiss was sweet and slow, and neither of them had experienced anything quite like it before.

“This mean your ready to become a pogue now?” He teases, and she lets out a giggle, admiring the way his wide smile decorated his beautiful face. He smelt of lynx aftershave and weed, the combination giving her nothing but a sense of comfort as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes.

“Well, I’m not sure about that…” she starts, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“But I’m sure about you”

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj mayback x reader #jj outer banks #rudy pankow #jj obx #obx3 #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine

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porcelain-dionysus · 3 months

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Steve’s Endgame Ending fixed

What if at the end of Endgame when Steve is returning the stones, he has to give up something he loves, right? So what if he gives up his super-serum effects (an au tweaked and borrowed from @growingpaynes-art ), and turns back into pre-serum-Steve? A list of reasons why I think this would work:

A) Straight off the bat it’s easy to keep Steve in the MCU with Chris Evans’ contract ending if they replace the actor who plays pre-serum-Steve (obviously with a guy who looks similar to the first movie, but without the CGI). I know people might be confused why he looks different but the MCU’s changed actors before and it’s not the hardest stretch of the imagination. Also thematically it’d be cool to have Steve be literally unrecognisable to the audience.

B) I think a lot of writers for the Avengers are so focused on writing ‘Captain America’; ‘bland, stoic, with no sense of humor’, that they forget about Steve Rogers; the young disabled man who would put his life on the line to fight fascists. This would be a great way to get back to the basics of Steve’s character and show the audience who he truly is.

C) Honestly it would just be nice to show that Steve is just as righteous and brave with his disabilities, something not often shown in media. Even the MCU likes to focus on Steve’s asthma and ignore that he actually was disabled. (which i’ll touch on in a second).

*and now for some more headcannon-y stuff*

A) From screenshots from the movie, and a list at Disneylands Tomorrowland exhibit, the canon list of Steve’s disabilites and health problems are:

Asthma

Anemia

Diabetes

Color-blindness

Arrhythmia

Scoliosis

Chronic colds

High blood pressure

Easy fatigability

Heart trouble

Sinusitis

Fallen arches

Partial deafness

Stomach ulcers

Pernicious Anemia

Astigmatism

Nervous troubles of any sort

History of; scarlet fever, rheumatic fever

(Jesus Christ Steven)

B) It’d be cute to see Steve actually be able live with his disabilities, unlike in the 30’s. I cannot stress how much eugenics there was back then (and still is now, but WAY more casually acceptable back then). Even the actual Captain America storyline reeks of it a bit; experiment on a disabled man to ‘fix’ him and turn him into a soldier. However in the 21st century imagine if he could get the help he actually needs! Obviously a lot of his stuff is chronic, but he could actually live with it instead of just surviving like he would have done. And be able to afford them, unlike back in the Great Depression. Back braces, inhaler, mobility aids etc. It’d be nice to see a disabled person living with themselves as the HAPPY ending, instead of as a tragedy as it’s usually played.

C) The story of him actually seeing worth in his old (new?) body and himself instead of just a vessel for Captain America. A self-acceptance arc. Being able to retire in peace without anyone recognising him as Captain America without having to give up his life in the 21st century.

D) The Smithsonian exhibit is so closely tailored to his propaganda persona that it fails to acknowledge him as a person. I wouldn’t be surprised if the general public has never even seen a photo of him pre-serum, or knew how bad his illnesses were besides ‘just asthmatic and skinny’. He could easily walk around and not be noticed by anyone.

Tldr: Steve’s proper ending in Endgame should have had him return to his skinny form in exchange for the stone, and him being able to retire to finish art school in peace.

#mcu #endgame #avengers endgame #steve rogers #captain america #endgame critical #anti endgame #stucky #stevebucky #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #rewrite #russos #russo brothers #chris evans #sebastian stan #bucky x stan #long post

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gatheringbones · 10 months

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[“For some of us, taking a deep breath and a moment to reframe or refocus our thoughts after an upsetting event will be enough to halt our physiological stress response. However, members of populations subject to weathering are rarely—if ever—responding to a single acute stressor. Their bodies are in constant biopsychosocial motion fulfilling their many and compelling responsibilities, which also steals their chances of having “me time.”

A 2004 ethnography of low-income mothers in Chicago (Black, white, and Latina) described the complex puzzle that many face to meet the basic daily necessities for their families. Mothers commuted up to five hours a day (and rarely less than two hours), facing severe weather conditions and patching together the meandering routes of their underfunded public transportation systems. Long wait times and limited hours of availability at public-aid offices meant missing meals in order to navigate their schedules successfully. Not only was their discretionary time scarce compared to their more affluent counterparts, but the consequences of missed obligations were dire. The investigators wrote, “Mothers who received TANF benefits [Temporary Assistance to Needy Families],” for example, “faced work requirements that often did not take into account changing circumstances. If they showed up late for work because of sudden illnesses or emergencies, they often were docked prime hours or even fired. Changing family circumstances had continuing repercussions because public benefits could be cut or terminated when employment was lost.”

All in all, these strangling time constraints meant drastically reduced sleep, less family time, and less time to unwind from the day—the cruel irony being that more-structured stress meant less time to decompress. Two-thirds of the study sample led such “highly challenging” lives. One participant averred she “could never get a break.” Another observed, “With working, the kids, and cleaning, […] you just ‘do’ until you can just sit in a chair and nod off.”

Another study of low-income mothers (Black, white, and Latina), using data from the same ambitious three-cities ethnography, exemplifies the kind of extraordinary stresses and choices faced in the communities most subjected to weathering. Francine, a thirty-year-old mother of three, had no time to attend to her own stomach cancer diagnosis because she had to attend to her asthmatic son, as well as her mother who recently suffered a stroke and heart attack at the age of fifty. Lourdes, a thirty-four-year-old mother with diabetes and glaucoma, was expected to comply with welfare work requirements because her doctor insisted she could still work despite partial paralysis and blindness. As noted, 80 percent of mothers studied suffered from chronic conditions (83 percent of whom were thirty-nine or younger) yet could not afford regular doctor’s visits, owing to either lack of income or “more immediate concerns,” such as the need to attend to their child’s health problems or their need to hold on to jobs that did not give them personal time off. It is hard to imagine a “more immediate concern” than an early-onset cancer diagnosis. That addressing it might not be an immediate priority reflects the constant juggling required in high-effort coping.”]

arline t. geronimus, from weathering: the extraordinary stress of ordinary life in an unjust society, 2023

#arline t. geronimus #brainspace #cw racism #cw cancer

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