#i could go on and on and on but yall get it right

[chanelles-world]

ALL MINEEE

author’s note: it’s been a fat min but here yall go. i hope u enjoy;)

warnings: chris sturniolo x reader | smut @ school | fucking | minors dni or read at ur own expense

"Damn it…chris…we…can't." you managed to gasp out. But you couldn't stop him if you wanted to. As much as your mind was screaming no, your body kept responding to his advances with a mind blowing yes.

"And why not?" he whispered seductively into your ear, his fingers pulling your thigh length skirt up and around your waist.

"Because we're at school." you moaned feeling his fingers now tracing down between your legs and to the apex of your core, causing you to groan when his finger tips brushed against your clit. "We…might get…caught."

"That just makes it more exciting." he responded back to you while quickly hooking the offending garment and quickly and pulling it down your legs. Again you kept wanting to deny him the satisfaction, but you couldn't even if u tried.

Every attempt to avoid Chris sturniolo ended up the same, with him wanting you and you wanting him. you were the school nerd, but still sought after by half of the male school population for the beauty you held. "Besides, I know how much you love me teasing you."

"Damn you." you groaned feeling two of his long fingers press and enter between your wet folds. Gasping you kept your hands pressed against the bricks of the school wall letting your body finally take over despite your emotional state.

You wanted, no, needed to have him here and now. But you were supposed to be the pure one. The school virgin that was beyond touchable. How you had managed to keep up that façade for the last year and a half, you had no clue.

Chris had marked his territory, even if you guys weren't dating. In fact you denied every date offer he threw at you. The lacrosse star and nerd had no reason to be together, but you couldn't stay away or avoid him if you tried.

"You can't deny you're loving this y/n." he chuckled almost sadistically, his fingers now thrusting deeper and harder. You knew there was no way of denying it. Your body had always naturally reacted to his touch and caresses regardless of where he had you at. "Judging by how wet you are already, I can tell you are."

"Fuck you." You gasped out feeling your inner muscles clamping down on his fingers. "Damn it…" you muttered. It was a sign that you was about to climax. And that you didn't want to do already as you knew it wouldn't be complete without coming together with him.

"Is that what you want y/n?"

"Damn it Chris.. if you don't get inside me right now, you'll…OH SHIT!" You about screamed out feeling when his full length slammed fully into you. "Oh god fuck me chris !"

"As you wish my princess." he confidently responded. He knew there wasn't much time to waste but pleasuring his girl was foremost. With long, hard, powerful thrusts he filled your wet cavern with his lust and love. You would never admit back to him that you felt the same way. He had an inkling that you did but never forced it out. He was more than happy with the way things were now.

You could only gasp and moan feeling as he filled you with his length, the tip of his dick bumping against your uterus while his balls slapped against your clit, heightening the sensations that were traveling through your body. "Damn it chris faster…fuck me like you mean it already!"

"Damn I love it when you talk dirty." he whispered seductively into your ear. There was no way he could deny his princess of an order like that and began slamming faster into her wetness. "It really turns me on hearing you say that."

Don't talk, just…oh god…so good"

"Only the best for you y/n." he panted out, his breathing getting heavier against your ear.

"Pro…tec…tion…" you then managed to get out, but it fell on deaf ears as he continued to pleasure you. There was no comparison to the other girls Chris had been with. You was the best hands down. There was nobody else that Chris wanted other than you. "Oh shit chris.. i’m bout…to cum!"

"Cum with me y/n." he grunted back in response. Feeling your pussy clamping down tight with each inward thrust, he knew it wasn't going to be long.

"FUCK CHRIS!" you hissed out when you came. Not able to hold back any longer himself chris came with you, his cum racing up into your body with such power that you almost screamed in ecstasy, but held back your passionate outburst so that they wouldn't be caught or seen, let alone heard. "My gosh chris…”

author’s note: i hope you enjoyed this… lmk inna comments if we want more n if u wanna be on my tag list i’m creating! thanks for the support baes.

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[we-out-here-simping]

Kiss it away, honey.

(s.h. x reader)

from the river to the sea. (get in your daily clicks, read about it, donate if you can.)

summary: you have a perfect and loving boyfriend, and everything should be great but something is just not right.

word count: 6.7k

warnings: use of y/n, no pronouns used (gn!reader), use of pet names (honey, etc), codependency, dark themes, a new flavor of jealousy, horror (spookies and scawies), gore, murder

a/n: yall remember when i was yapping about clones and all that? yeah. I went a lil feral while writing this lmao✌️🤪

another banger by @procrastinationprincesses and I on tumblr dot com. Thank her for listening to me babble on and just helping me sift through the different routes this could go and also being what is basically my proofreader

i might write a part two of this. do not ask me when.

masterlist

You haven’t changed out of your work clothes yet, staring at the phone on the wall. 

It was silent now but it had rung, blaring, louder than you'd ever heard it before. Five times it had rung.

5 calls– 5 missed calls. Unknown number. No voicemail.

You hadn't picked up. You had just stared, you weren’t sure why– the ringing scared you. you weren't sure why but every fiber in your being had coloured you stuck– immovable even if you wanted to do otherwise.

Now it had stopped, empty as vacuum, dead quiet left in the wake of those shrill rings.

And just when you were about to let out a sigh of relief, just when you thought you could finally get to changing out of your work clothes, it started ringing again, your temples hurt from its shrill notes. 

Your nostrils flared, you will not cower, no, you huff of frustration before stomping towards the phone. Its red plastic is just as bright as it had been when you had first gotten it with Steve.

It's probably just a prank call. It's a prank call. A stupid kid doing a stupid prank call. Why the hell is your heartbeat so loud? 

You pick up the receiver, gripping it tight, ready to give the prank caller a piece of your mind.

Hello? Hey you stupid shithole, find something better to do with your stupid, pathetic life, why dont ya’? Good fucking night.

“He– hello?”, your voice comes out nowhere near as fierce as you had wanted it to be.

The line is silent for a second or two. But then you hear a gasp and then some rustling, crackle. You strain your ears, the sounds seemingly impossible to decipher, “hello, who– who is this?”

You think you hear muffled crying, after a few seconds they finally speak up, “y/n”, their voice is of a woman's. “y/n–” is all they choke out before breaking out into a sob. She says your name as if she hasn't said it in a long while, as if she can't believe she’s saying it. And you don’t know why but you feel your eyes sting. You press the receiver closer to your ears, the plastic creaks under your grip. you think you recognise her. The realisation hits you that you do. She sounds familiar.

“y/n, my baby where–” you hear a click, followed by beep beep beep beep, indicating that the call has been disconnected. This time you blink, a tear finally trickles down your cheek. You stare at the receiver, the beeping barely audible. You take in a deep breath, and dial the number again, waiting for the ring or the woman’s voice.

The ring never comes, her voice never comes. Invalid number.

You stare at it. If you were to look any harder, you think the plastic would melt. Too many thoughts were running through your head. And why the hell are you crying?

You hear the jingle of keys followed by the sound of the door opening. You tear your burning gaze away from the phone to the clock. 7:08 p.m. 

“Steve?”

“Yeah!” he answers back immediately, you hear the door shut, the keys in his hand jingle again followed by the clink of them landing in the ceramic ashtray-turned-bowl next to the door where you keep your keys. 

Any other day you would have walked to him, and even if he’d be in the middle of taking his shoes off he’d stop, give you a loving smile, hold his arms up, ready to engulf you into a hug. Any other day, you would have wrapped your arms around his torso, kissed his shoulder before burying your nose into his neck. 

He is the only one who could ever fix you, everyday you come from work, bags under your eyes, tired to your bones and everyday he comes and puts you all back together as if it was the easiest thing to do, as if he was made for it. And you want to go to him so bad. Any other day, you would have. But today doesn't seem like any other day. 

“Hey honey”, he finally comes around the corner and he gives you that smile you love being on the receiving end of, all lazy and adorning, “haven't changed out yet?” 

You look back down at yourself, and you see that you had still been stuck, body still facing the wall where the phone hung. you indeed haven't changed out yet. You barely shake your head before his brows scrunch up, “You okay? Your eyes look all red”

You blink before shaking your head, “Uh, yeah, yeah. I’ll go ch–”

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

What you were saying is left abandoned, your head snaps towards where the phone is. 

“I’ll get it. You go change,” Steve tells you, not noticing your immediate panic. As he ambles to the phone, you slowly shuffle away– moving towards the bathroom, making sure to listen in on the conversation. “Hello?” you hear him speak into the receiver, he pauses for a second and so do you in your tracks, “..oh hey, Henderson'', you breathe out in relief at hearing the familiar name, “Yeah, yep, doing good. How’s the new place treatin’ ya?”

The audibility of his words lessens as you continue on your way to the bathroom. In the small, tiled room, your own breathing echoes, it engulfs you. you immediately regret not just changing in your room because you can't hear Steve’s voice anymore. But you have already locked the door. You weren’t sure why you did– maybe it was your uneasiness and apprehension but normally you never lock the door because your ever clingy Steve loves joining you in, majority of the time there is nothing sexual about it. Most of the time he just stands there by the door, that same adorning smile on his lips.

When you step out of your jeans, it rings in your brain, again and again. The piercing ringing of the phone, the woman’s voice. You know that voice. You know that voice. You know that woman, you are certain. It is like its on the tip of your tongue, like it is obscured behind a frosted glass, like an itch you can’t scratch. 

A knock on the bathroom door breaks you out of your thoughts, “uh honey?” the voice comes muffled through the wood, “Are you done? Need to take a piss.”

“Yeah, just–” you quickly hop into your shorts, balling up your dirty clothes and tossy them into the laundry basket before unlocking the door. 

And he is there, that smile blooms across his face, “there you are”, and then his lips are on yours, his wide palm comes to hold your face, thumb rubbing softly at your cheeks— he’s a tactile being, your boyfriend, loves holding your face, loves holding you, touching you anywhere. 

When his fingers burrow into your hair behind your ear, you somehow manage to breathe out between the deepening kisses, “Thought you had to take a piss”

“Don't bring up pissing when I’m kissing you”

“Oh, but its okay when you wanna hold my hand while pooping?” He once told you he’d hold your hand while pooping if you’d let him– he had been absolutely drunk, maybe high off weed– inebriated, really and didn't remember saying it the next day. you love to tease him about it. he groans at the mention.

“I was high”, he whines, embarrassed,  “I told you I didn't mean it.”

“Drunk words… sober thoughts, honey.”

“You said it was endearing”

“It is endearing but still a weird thing to say”, you laugh all toothy and cute.

“Whatever, I gotta piss”, he mumbles trying his best to hide his smile before moving you by your shoulders to swap places with you so it’s him who is in the bathroom. He shuts the door, the sound of the lock clicking never reaches your ears.

You’re left alone with your thoughts again, and your smile fades away– you’re anxious, you know that much. You’re not so sure of what exactly. You plop down on the edge of the bed, leg bouncing restlessly, finger tracing over the pattern of the sheets. The pillows and comforter are set up perfectly for the night– every morning Steve sets the bed while you shower knowing you always get frustrated with the task. 

Your back sinks into the mattress, you breathe out, deep and slow, eyes closing on their own accord. You almost fall asleep for a second, but the bathroom door clicks open. A few seconds later, the bed dips beside you, the fabric rustles, “tired?” the question is followed by a groan. When you peak a look, you find him stretching out his arms beside you.

“Absolutely”, you answer.

“Yeah, me too,” he sighs out.

“We still have to make food.”

He lets a frustrated groan tumble from his lips, “can't we just have mac and cheese today?”

…

The night goes by in a breeze, not a lot of talking. 

The love is still there though, in the way that Steve holds the corner of the open cabinet door to make sure your head doesn't hit it, in the way he lets you sit on the countertop while waiting for the water to boil over, in the way you stare at him when you think he isn't looking, in the way you pull his hand over your lap and massage the tight muscles of his palm while he stirs the pot with his other hand. 

You put on his favourite show when he plates the food, he makes sure to put some chives on your plate to make it look a little more pretty for you. You watch the show in silence, eating under the flickering light of the tv. You let it play in the background while you wash the dishes, it is Steve who watches you this time, his head resting against the cabinets behind him. and he thinks he could watch you all day. Something about doing the most mundane things with you makes him feel all warm and lovely. He is sure that past anything grand and dramatic, its the everyday things that show love. He hopes in every world, he gets to hold you and love you. He thinks he'll give it all up just to be with you, just to watch you wash dishes, just to have you sit beside him while he cooks.

When the dishes are done, he makes sure the doors are locked, you turn off the lights and the TV. Before you know it you’re in bed, and before you know it, you’re already falling asleep. 

…

At first you weren’t sure why you were awake. Then you hear shuffling behind you, and you barely even roll over when there is a warm hand on your hip, “honey,” he whispers– voice all scratchy and low that makes you melt, you hum for a response, “I’m sorry honey, wake up please”, his tone is slightly rushed, you’re a bit more awake at that. 

Barely did you sit up when he engulfs you in a tight hug. You hold him back without a thought or hesitation. Your hand rubs his back, his arms tighten around you, nose nudging into your neck, his skin warm. your fingers find their place in his messy head of hair like they always do, you card through the strands. He pulls you closer, and then you're in his lap. He holds you like a boy holds his favourite toy– like he doesn't plan on letting go.

“Want some water?” After some time you ask softly. You feel him nod into the junction of your neck.

He loosens his hold on you enough for you to climb out of his lap. Not saying a word, he follows you to the kitchen, and he stays close when you pour him a glass. He is mid-gulp when you ask, “nightmare?”

He nods once, the rogue strands on his forehead bouncing with the movement, and downs the water before saying a soft ‘yeah’.You take the glass from his hands and place it in the sink, and lead him back to bed. 

You brush aside his disheveled hair. You tuck yourself into his side, an arm around him, “wanna talk about it?” you ask softly, fringernails scratching his faint stubble.

In the dim of the room, you see his adam's apple bob. Apparently, he does want to talk about it, because he nods– the movement barely noticeable but there. You put your head back on his chest and you wait patiently, trying your best not to fall back to slumber.

It takes him a while before he starts, “You were…”  his hand moves to hold yours, “you were sick–in the hospital, these wires and tubes attached to you. Y-You had been there for months. You were sick and you wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't even look at me. And– and…. Then the– the damn heart monitor–”

“Honey–” 

His words are frantic and uneven, “I didnt– I didnt know what to do after. I didn’t–”

“Steve—” you hold his face to make him look at you, “I'm here.”

He licks his lips, then swallows, nodding. he pushes his face forward so your foreheads are touching. “I know", his nose is hot against yours, "it was still awful.”

You both lay that way for a while. Your thumb brushing against his red cheek, he sniffles a couple times. you hate seeing him this way, with his lashes clumped together, his beautiful eyes all red. The moisture glistening under his eyes doesn't let you fawn over his freckles like you'd normally wish to.

When his skin is a little less warm, and his heartbeat calmer beneath your fingertips, you kiss him. Your hand snakes up to hold his face. Fingers, softly rubbing over the spot behind his ear that makes him melt. You kiss him all slow and purposefully, so he knows that he has all the time in the world.

When you pull away, he murmurs, “Can we go back to sleep?” he pulls you closer, face burying into your neck, warm puffs of breath against your collarbones.

You land a quick kiss on his eyebrow before resting your chin above his head, “‘course”

...

You wake up to the alarm clock on Steve’s side of the bed. He turns off the thing before rolling around in your arms onto his back and then turning his head to face you. “Hi”, he smiles that way again and you do the same, sleepy as ever.

“Hi”, you say still half asleep– you ended up not getting a lot of sleep last night. Thankfully you had the day off today, so you plan on being unproductive and sleeping it away.

He stretches, a yawn escaping him, “Jesus, I so don't wanna go to work today”, your boyfriend laments.

You hum, “then don't go” you propose, eyes still closed, “We can both have a day off”

He turns his body so it faces you, leaning on his elbow. His hand moves to your waist before massaging the love handle there “hmm, tempting. I can't though”

“No fun”, you mumble groggily.

“Hey, don't fall asleep on me”, he brushes the hair that falls on your face with the back of his hand.

"But ‘m sleepy", you mumble into the pillow.

"Aw, don't worry, I will kiss it away, honey." He leans down, a smirk painted across his features. His soft lips land on your cheeks first, then one on your nose, they follow a trail that leads to your lips.

You hide your face in the pillow before your lips could meet though, “No, No kissing!” you giggle, holding up your palm to his face, effectively blocking his attacks, “no kissing before brushing your teeth!"

“You're no fun”, he rolls out of the twist of sheets. He stretches his arms, the muscles rippling beneath the skin– he's trying to entice you, seduce you. and if you weren't so damn sleepy, you would have climbed him up like a koala. He gets up to go to the bathroom. When he notices that you haven't moved, he pulls you by your ankle. You let out a surprised shriek that transforms into giggles when you feel his fingers creeping up your torso– tickling you. ”Here comes the tickle monster!” 

A fit of giggles erupts from your throat, "What are you–", your question gets interrupted by your own laughs.

"The tickle monster will not relent unless you wake up!"

“No! Okay, okay, I'm awake! Steve! I am awake!”

The two of you share the cramped space of the bathroom. It is small, but its the best you could afford. So when you brush your teeth together, you try to relish it when your elbows bump. And when you're done, he kisses you as if he waited ages. 

By now, you're a bit more awake so you decide to get his breakfast ready while he takes a shower. It's simple enough, waffles with banana and some coffee. When he comes back out, he kisses you again when he sees you at the stove, this time on the crown of your head.

When he is getting his keys to leave, he gives you another peck, “drive safe", you murmur against his lips..

“I will. You get some sleep, yeah?” you hum and nod in response. You both bid your goodbyes before he turns to leave.

You decide to eat the leftover waffles and clean up a little before returning to your bed. You make yourself a plate with the bananas neatly cut and placed beside the waffles. You drizzle maple syrup, and then start eating the sickly sweet breakfast, skipping the coffee. While you're pouring yourself a second helping of the maple syrup, the expiration date on the bottle catches your eye. expired more than a year ago. ew. 

Your face scrunches in disgust before immediately throwing it in the trash. And you wonder how the hell either of you hadn't gotten food poisoning yet. then it hits you, from what you remember you bought that bottle only a couple months ago. Did you buy an already expired one?

You open the fridge, the condiments and bottles staring at you. One by one, you check each and every one; ketchup, expired. Hot sauce, expired. Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, milk– expired, expired, expired. 

What the fuck?

You throw it all out and make a point to call Steve later to buy everything as he often calls to ask if you had to get something from the store. And that makes you wonder, when was the last time you actually told him he needed to get something?

You try not to think too much about it. Honestly, you don't know what to make of it, so you decide to go back to sleep.

…

You hear your name. Its faint. It echoes. Like a whisper in a church.

“y/n”, you know that voice. “I– I know you’re there, y/n”, the woman says, all shaky but sure. “y/n”, she repeats. Its that voice… again. 

Who are you?

“Its me, y/n! Its me!” she exclaims as if that would make you remember.

I don't ... understand.

“Baby, just tell me where you are– I'll find you.”

I’m home.

“Home? No– no baby, you’re not. You haven't been home—” her voice gets cut off. It becomes too loud. You feel as if the veins in your temple are going to explode. Its too loud to even tell what it is you’re hearing. Its a static like a radio or a TV, or maybe its wind, maybe its cars, maybe its screams. You think you hear sirens– you wonder if they’re the police or an ambulance. You hear your own breathing, your own heartbeat. Its deafening. And beneath it all, you hear….. Ringing.

Ring-ring. Ring-ring. 

Your eyes fling open and you see your ceiling, you smell the faded mixture of your perfume and Steve's cologne. You’re in your bed. You still hear the ringing. The phone.

You are up in a second. Rushing towards the origin of the sound. When you’re there, you dont wait a second, the plastic is already to your ear.

“Hell– hello?” it comes out all out of breath and broken.

“Honey, you’re– you okay?” its not the voice of that woman.

“...Steve?”

“Who else?”, he chuckles, “you okay?”

“Uh– yeah,”you clear your throat, “I was um– sleeping. I think I just had a dream..” your hand creeps up to the back of your neck, scratching there to try to alleviate a little bit of the ache.

“Oh, well okay sleepy. I just wanted to check if you need me to buy anything? Like, groceries or whatever on my way back.” you give him the entire list of everything you wanted him to get. You would've talked more if Steve hadn't been interrupted by a customer. Nevertheless, you said your 'I love you's and the call ended.

Your heart is still loud in your ears but the ache has dulled down for the most part.

that voice. that woman. 

Its me. 

I’ll find you. 

You haven't been home.

"Home..", you say out loud to yourself. Home.

...

Hours have passed. you think you’re losing your mind because you have turned the apartment upside down. you're surrounded by boxes, most of them filled with normal things, your tattered rollerskates, shoes, old clothes. Most of it was normal, except one.

One unlabeled box you found in the corner of your closet. You haven't touched that box in ages, not since your fallout with your family, lying out of sight and out of mind. It didn't have a lot, all packed in a hurry. things you'd had in your room. picture frames, some books, clothes, papers.

You pick up a frame. The picture was from when you were a twelve-year-old. Wearing what were your favourite clothes back then, your hair in a manner that made you feel a little sorry. You're so different now, yet somehow its still you. There's your older sister, her braces glimmering under the flash of the old camera– her smile wide. Your dad, who doesn't ever know how to pose in pictures. Your mom, she holds you and your sister by your shoulders, a soft smile on her lips, her makeup done perfectly. Another picture from your high school. Another of you with your sister and cousins. 

You pull out the books, the pages are slightly yellowed and they have an earthy smell to them that you love. Pages you don't remember reading, dog-eared and written in.

Then there's the papers– some doodles, some notes, a few maps, some scraps and then.... a file. the file that has your name written on it. And when you open it; medical papers. medical bills. They are a little more than a year old. This wasn't a small stay apparently. From what you can tell from the dates on the bills, it lasted months. You don't remember going to the hospital.

Okay, what the actual fuck?

You find yourself reading through all the details of the paper on the floor of your closet.

months. you had been there for months. Steve's dream.

The entire time, you read and re-read the papers. Why don't you remember any of this? Why does Steve not remember any of this? Maybe he does, he had that dream after all, right? Why are there no discharge papers?

Hours pass. It's maddening, how slow the time passes. Its absolutely maddening. What the fuck does it mean that you haven't been home? You are home. and who the fuck was that woman?

You look through the box again, its contents scattered around you by now. The photos. Your family. Your parents. You miss them. You haven't seen them in so long...

Some broken memories have come to you. You had left– run away. You don't remember why. Then you met Steve when you were stopping by in Hawkins for a few months. You fell in love so quickly. Then one day, you asked if he wanted to run away with you. He said yes and you both left Hawkins and came here.

You don't remember much after that.

Wait, where is hawkins? and why did you go there?

...

It is 7 p.m. and you are pretty sure you have lost your mind. Why isn't Steve home yet? You need Steve. He's the only one who could ever fix you. And now, you need him to fix you again. You need him to fix this, to make some sense of this.

You are sitting by the door, eyes fixated on the hands of the clock.

7:01, nothing. Your arms fidget.

7:02, nothing. Your leg bounces.

7:03, 7:04, 7:05, 7:06, 7:07; nothing, nothing, nothing.

Then, 7:08 p.m., rattle of keys and the sound of the door being closed. Steve. Steve is home. Steve.

You're up on your feet instantly, Steve comes in holding a bag of groceries in one hand and his keys in the other, “I was so worried about you!” you say all hysterical.

“Worried, why?" he says, almost chuckling, but his brows furrow before he looks down at his wristwatch, shaking his head,"I don't think I’m late.” He leans in to land a kiss on your lips, but before he could do so, you turn your head away, “whats– whats wrong?”

“Can I ask you something?” you wrap your arms around your torso to somehow collect your thoughts a little better. 

"Sure", he assures before moving to put the grocery bag on the beige kitchen counter. 

You follow behind him with hurried steps, "When did we buy groceries before this?"

He starts taking out the groceries, "um.. I don't–” he pauses, looking up as if trying to remember himself, “last month probably?" Confusion paints his face, "why?"

"All the stuff in our fridge had gone bad ages ago."

"What?"

“Have you talked to your friends recently? Where are they?” All your attempts to collect your thoughts are all for nought as questions come tumbling out of your lips and you don't even wait for Steve to give a response.

“Honey, why are you–”

“Okay, okay– what about that nightmare you had?”

“Nightmare?” he echoes, brows scrunching together as if he had no idea what you were talking about, “what nightmare?” he asks like he hadn't cried in your arms the previous night.

“Last night! You had a nightmare that I was in a hospital and– and then I was looking through our closet and I find these medical bills–

“Woah, honey. I didn’t have a nightmare. I think I'd remember something like that.. And– what bills?”

Your feet are moving before he even finishes his sentence, you grab the bundle of papers, you show him everything. And he just... stares at them. After some time, all that comes out of his mouth is a “what the fuck...” under his breath.

“I don't understand Steve, I don't remember, you don't remember. And there was this call yesterday–”

“Call? what– from who?”

“From– “ you pause, trying to remember, “ I– I dont…” from who? And then you feel everything you had recalled leaving you. Who called you? What was Steve's nightmare? 

“I don't remember!" you exclaim, frustrated, "why do– I'm so– I'm scared Steve. I’m–”

“Hey, it's okay. you have me honey, you have me”, he holds you by your shoulders, to provide you some semblance of comfort, "we'll figure something out.”

“Steve….”, you mumble, tears starting to collect on your lash line, “something's not right Steve…”

“Its okay..”

“No, no– I dont– I keep forgetting stuff. Why don't I remember anything?”

“Hey, honey—”

“And whatever I do remember; none of it makes sense– nothing makes sense!"

“Its okay–”

“Do not tell me to breathe–”, “breathe for me–” you warn him the exact same time he says it.

You have lost it. You have lost your mind. Eyes wide, you ask, “Why do I already know what you’re going to say? How is that– “

“Hey, hey look at me”, he holds your face in his warm palms, “Breathe for me”, he instructs, “please honey.”

“Steve”, you pull his hands away from your face not because you don't want him to hold you. You do, you want him to hold you forever, but dammit, you feel like you’re going crazy, “where did we meet?”

“Honey–”

“Where did we meet?”

“Family video! We met in Family Video! You just came in one day and asked if I could help you pick out a movie to lift your mood up”

“Where is family video?”

“Like, what town? Wh– what state?”

“..Hawkins, Indiana”

“Steve.. There's no town named Hawkins in Indiana”

“Of course ther–”

“No– no. You can look in a map steve. There was a map in one of those boxes. No town named Hawkins. And then– those papers...” you gesture towards the papers in his hand. You stand there, impatiently so, as he scans over the papers once again. For a split second, you think you see a tinge of recognition in his eyes.

“What does it mean, Steve? Then your dream last night–”, he hands you the papers before turning towards the door.

“Steve, hey, steve!” He heads towards the apartment door. “Steve, come back here!” he doesn't stop, doesn't even spare a glance, his movement robotic. Your voice gets louder, more authoritative, angry “Steve! Come back here right the hell now.”

He doesn't stop, not for his keys, not to tie his shoes. Not for you. Tears cloud your vision and your words come out all desperate and weak, “Steve please! Please don't leave me..”

The door slams shut. Its loud, the silence after it. 

“No..” you whimper to yourself. Tears, finally streaming down your face.

He'll come back, you know he'll come back, sooner or later. He’ll come back to you. Steve wouldn't leave you. He couldn't.

You wait by the door. hours pass. You fall asleep waiting for him.

…

You wake up to the smell of something sweet in the air. When you open your eyes, you’re on the couch. But you don't have time to think about whether your neck will hurt for the rest of the day because Steve is there, standing over the stove– his back facing you. 

“Steve?” your voice comes out croaky.

“Y’wake baby?” he turns to take a glance at you. The furrow between his brows you saw the previous night gone. He smiles softly when you nod dumbly at the rhetorical question, “Well brush your teeth I’m making pancakes”

“Steve..” 

He notices that you don’t move, your gaze fixed on him. “Hey, what's wrong?” he leaves the batter he was working on on the counter before walking towards you, “You okay?”

“I’m sorry”

He kneels down infront of you, holding your hands in his– he smells like vanilla from up this close, “Sorry, for what?”

“Yesterday… I didn't mean to upset you. I just– I was–”

“What would I be upset for?”

“Last night.. I–”

“baby, I’m not upset”

“But you just left and..” you sniffle, “when did you come back?”

“I didn't leave. I was here the entire time”, he shook his head, confused.

“But– I… “

“I think you had a dream honey. Freshen up, kay? I’ll bring breakfast. I think we should rot in bed the entire day today. Get some sleep. How’s that sound, honey?”

You nod, he smiles as he pulls you in for a quick kiss, “Good thing we both have the day off– thank jesus for sundays”

…

7:08 p.m. that is what Steve's wristwatch reads and he is standing at your apartment door. Steve isn't sure why he is back. He isn't sure why he left. Maybe he needed some time. And spending nearly an entire day alone... he remembers things. things he wishes he could forget again.

Although Steve is unsure about a lot of things. one thing is for certain. He loves you. He loves you like he was made for it... and he was.

He was made for loving you and not loving you is not living. He's been there before, not having you to love, he remembers the torture of it. You still don't recall it yet and he doesn't want you to, but he does. He remembers it all. All the hurt, the loneliness, the grief, the silence.

The grief that was too much to bear. Silence was unbearable when it wasn't mixed with your heartbeat.

When he turns the door handle– the door isn't locked. He steps in slowly.

He can hear the TV playing, you're on the couch. there's someone else with you. Its him.

Steve watches as he sits between your thighs on the couch– his place, your fingers playing with his hair. He readjusts his head as if can’t quite find a comfortable spot, “You okay?” you ask as gently as you always do.

“Uh, yeah its just–” he sounds just like him, “I just have this nick in my neck”, he says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Here, let me…” you mumble sweetly as your expert fingers move to where he said it ached.

He sees you dig that spot a little with your thumb, “Ah, thanks honey” he almost melts, and it makes him groan the way that always drew a groan out of Steve.

Steve doesn't mind you made him, you probably didn't even know you did, you're powerful like that. But Steve feels something bubble inside him– maybe this is what jealousy feels like. Steve watches, watches as you touch him. He digs his nails into his palm, he feels the urge to touch where you are touching him. He wonders what he would feel when his thumb would run over that area.

His fingers rise on their own accord. Skin barely touching skin, almost hovering. And then he feels… a bump. He isn't sure how to describe it but he knows that that isn't supposed to be there. Not normally, anyway.

He watches as your expert fingers move up into his hair, he always loved when you did that to him. 

His own fingers move higher into his hair. He feels another– another protrusion, another bump.

Steve knows what those are, he knows not to press down on them. You have them too. You have them where he holds you when he kisses you. Its the reason you don't remember, its the reason he didn't remember. Just for a day, he didn't have you to hold him like the way you always do and now he remembers.

Steve watches as he leans down to kiss you. And all Steve sees is red. He doesn’t have control over him as he stomps over to where the two of you were. Your heads snap towards the sound. Confusion flashes through both your features.

“y/n”, Steve says. He watches as your eyes flick between himself and the other. Your eyes land on his. Of course you know he is the real Steve. You made him.

He holds a protective hand infront of you, “y/n”, he sounds like him, “y/n, get inside”, he nods towards your bedroom door. 

“Look, man I dont know who the fuck you are. But you need to leave”, Steve hates him, he sounds nothing like him. objectively that might not be true, but he isn't him.

“You don't know who I am? Fucking look at me"

“y/n get inside”, Steve doesn't like how he says your name, how he shouts it. It sounds nothing like him. 

Steve lets you go, he doesn’t want you to see this. 

You can't look away despite not being able to see much through the sliver of the slightly ajar bedroom door. It is only when he lands a punch on Steve, that you move away from the door– eyes closing on themselves.

You hear shouts. Then thuds, knuckles hitting jaws. Some more thuds and then a loud crack. Then nothing. Its becomes too quiet. 

You quietly step even further away from the door when you hear footsteps approaching, until you feel your back hit the wall. 

The hinges of the slightly ajar door creak. and he is there. Your Steve.

He has a split lip, bruises blooming on his cheekbones. Blood splattered on his jeans, on his hands, his arms. He lifts his arm to wipe his bleeding lip, more so smearing the blood in the process. Your eyes water, heartbeat too damn loud in your ears, eyes wide as does.

“It's Steve. your Steve”, he reassures you, holding your face by your chin. From up this close, the blood on him doesn't look quite like blood. Its too dark, too shiny, more viscous than it should be and it doesn't seem to clot. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

“But you already know that. dont you, honey?” Steve coos oh so gently as he thumbs over your cheeks to rid you of the tear stains. He feels sorry when the action instead makes the blood on his hands smear across your skin. He regrets it immediately, to have tainted you with it. He is sorry you have to see all this, to see him like this.

Steve knows he'll give it all up for you. If he ever had something to give, he would give it all up, just like you did.

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

“It's for you, honey.”

He moves aside so you can go to the phone. It rings loud as it did earlier. You move past the kitchen, you don't see him– not entirely. He is on the floor, you see his hand around the corner of the kitchen counter, lifeless, a pool of that blood surrounding him. The corner of the kitchen counter drips with the liquid, forming a stark contrast against the light beige.

You move past the kitchen counter, eyes not daring to look at him or Steve, you don't turn around to see if Steve is there watching. You know he is.

You move to the bright red phone that is still ringing, blaring. You pick it and hold it up to your ear, “hello?”

“y– y/n? y/n its– it's me”, that woman says. And somehow, now, you know who she is. “it's me, do you–”

“Mom?” you say it before you even realise you did.

“Oh my goodness! Yes baby, it's– it's me!”

“I’m sorry mom, I had to.”

“y/n, what–”

“I have to go now.”

“y/n, no– no. Please don't hang up–” click.

“There you go honey", you feel Steve's warm hands on your shoulder, he rubs into the tense muscles there– surely staining your shirt with the liquid, "there you go."

You turn around and you see his eyes-- beautiful coffee coloured things, moles littered across his skin just the way you've memorized to heart. That smile, adorning and warm as ever. He holds you like he always does, thumb on your cheek, palm holding your face. 

He holds you like he was made for it. Your cheek fit perfectly in his palm as if you were made for him. You were made for each other.

You lean in closer and then your lips meet. It isn't hard and fast. Its slow and deep. Like you have all the time in the world, and you do.

When you pull apart and look at him, its just him. Your Steve.

You don't even remember what it was you had been worried about. All you see is Steve, all you feel is Steve. Your lover, your home, your family, your everything. It's all Steve.

You smile up at Steve and everything is right. The blood he had smeared on you was gone. The counter was clean. He was gone. Everything is right, once again.

"So", he starts, walking towards the stove, "what are we feelin' today? pancakes with blueberries, strawberries, or plain ol' choco-chip?"

"Is there an ‘all of the above’ option?"

"For you? always."

...

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington hurt/comfort #stranger things #dark!steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x gn!reader

[babymochibeargyu]

Green-Eyed Gyu

(another term of being jealous/filled with envy hence green-eyed)

POV: drunk bff Gyu gets jealous ft. txt as your bestfriends

wc:~2.29k

warnings: little swearing involved, little kiss action(not too much tho cos I'm not good at writing abt it yet >_<)

You and Heuning Kai were sitting on the bleachers supporting your best friends while they were running for their lives trying to win this important game of football. 

One more goal and the win was ours. 

“AHHH WE WONNN” you heard Heuning scream while turning to you, shaking you in excitement. Taehyun scored the final shot. 

You felt so happy for them because you know that all of them had practiced so hard for this last game as it was the last year of school for you and your friends. 

When it was safe for you to go the field, you ran up to your friends and wanted to embrace them in a huge hug but then realized they were all sweaty from the game so you settled on doing a circle hug(while just stretching your arms and forming a circle with all 5 of them). 

“Hey since we won, we are having an after-party at the captain’s house. Y/N, you should come and celebrate with us. It’s open to the team and their friends. Also, it’s a Friday night anyways and I know you don’t have anything on tomorrow.” Yeonjunnie said. 

“Alright, I’ll join you guys. I haven’t gone to a party in forever too.” You replied. 

“Awesome, we will meet you at the entrance once we finish washing up ok?”

As you were waiting, suddenly you felt a hand snake around your waist hugging you from behind. Just from the smell you could tell it was Gyu. You were all best friends, but Gyu and you were the closest. And this was a norm between you guys because Gyu had always shown affection to you through physical touch. And you didn’t mind it. 

“What is this for.” You asked Gyu as you turned around to look at him now. 

“This was for the hug after the game. I know you wanted to give us individual hugs but we were all sweaty. So now that I’m not sweaty I’m giving you the delayed hug even though it’s supposed to be the other way around.” You just laughed at his rambling. 

“Hey no fair, don’t hog Y/N she’s my best friend too.” You heard Soobinnie say from behind Gyu and so he joined the hug, and then one by one Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Heuning joined the hug. How did it end up being that you were the center of the hug, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. 

“Guys can’t breathe here.” You said and they immediately let go.

 Yall ended up walking to the after-party since the captain’s house was pretty near the school. 

When you all reached, it seemed like the word had spread like wildfire because somehow it looked like everyone got the invite even though you’d never seen them at the game. 

You guys still made your way through the crowd though because your friends wanted to drink until they dropped. Well, that's what Yeonjun had said. 

You got to give it to them though, because they had been practicing so hard, they didn’t have time to let loose. Once school ended, you wouldn’t even see them. They would have already been on the field practicing. It would only be you and Heuning hanging out and this lasted for a month. It was crazy, to say the least. 

So you were happy that they were rewarded for their hard work. The last win. 

Enough said, you came here with your friends to let loose. So you are going to do just that. However, the friends you came with, all disappeared as soon as you stepped into the house. 

'Wow, they really wanna get drunk huh' you thought to yourself. 

Therefore leaving you wondering in this big house, with multiple sweaty bodies brushing past against you as you try to get a drink. 

When you finally reached the kitchen where all the drinks were, you couldn’t decide so you chose the punch that was in a big bowl instead. 

“Careful, that punch has some alcohol in it.” you heard someone say from behind you. 

“Oh that’s all right, I wanted to drink today anyway.” You replied.

“I’m Heesung, and you are?” 

“I’m Y/N. Were you on the team? I know almost everybody on the team because almost all my friends are there but I haven’t seen you before.” You said while taking a sip out of the punch.

“Oh no, I’m not on the team. I’m the captain’s brother.”

“What’s a pretty little lady like you doing here all by yourself ?”

“Oh, I’m not by myself. I came with 5 of my friends but I lost them when we were entering your house just now. So I decided to come and get a drink first before heading to find them.” 

"If you'd like I could accompany you till you find them. I don't think I would feel at ease if I just let you wander off in this big house full of drunk strangers anyway." Heesung said. 

“That would be lovely, thank you.”you replied.

While all this was happening though, your friends were all watching this play out while they were drinking on the couch. But Gyu was the most affected by it. 

Your friends knew that Gyu had something for you, but did not mention it because they wanted fate to do its thing so they all decided not to interfere between you two. 

They don't know when it started either, but they started realizing that Gyu was taking care of you more than what a best friend should be doing. And whenever they brought up your name in conversations when you weren't there, they saw that Gyu would be listening even though he was trying to show that he was not interested. 

Hell, the way that he shows skinship to you, isn't what normal best friends do either. But you didn't mind it, so they didn't think to bring it up.

So here they are. Drunk Yeonjun, Soobin, half drunks, Taehyun, Heuning and a jealous drunk Gyu. All watching you interact with a stranger, while the one who has the biggest crush on you is in their midst.

Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, and Heuning just exchanged looks without saying anything but they knew that something was going to happen tonight.

After walking for a while, you finally found your friends on the couch. You thanked Heesung for accompanying you and bid your goodbyes. 

You then went and sat in between Soobin and Taehyun since there was a gap between them. 

"Hey, y'all left me all alone at the entrance. Y'all didn't even bother to try to find me. What kind of friends are you." 

"Sorry Y/N, when we came in Yeonjun already ran to the drinks immediately and I was trying to follow him but by the time I realized it, you weren't with us. When we went back to the entrance, we couldn’t find you either." Soobin slurred. He drank too much but he was trying to apologize. 

"It's okay, I’ll forgive you this time because you are so cute." You said while pinching his cheeks. 

But after you said that, you could feel some tension in the air. Did you say something you shouldn't have? 

"Eh, we gotta go get more drinks. You stay with Gyu alright?" Yeonjun said as he asked the rest to follow him. 

'Why was he being so awkward?' you thought to yourself. 

The whole time when you arrived and sat between Soobinnie and Taehyunnie, Gyu didn't even look at you once. Did you do something wrong? 

So once the rest had left, Gyu stood up from his spot and plopped himself right beside you.

You guys sat there in silence for a few minutes before Gyu decided to speak. 

"Why did you come so late? I was waiting for you to come to us the whole time." Gyu said in a slurring manner while leaning his head against your shoulder. 

Why did he drink so much? Usually, Gyu would know his limit and stop before then. Why didn't the guys stop him either? They knew that he wasn't a heavy drinker so why did they let him drink so much today? 

"Aww was Beommie waiting for me for a long time?" you said while giving him head pats.

"I'm sorry for making you wait but you guys left me at the entrance, and it took me a while to push past all these sweaty bodies," you said while pointing to the crowd. 

He loved it when you were baby talking to him, he found it cute and it gave him butterflies in his stomach. 

"Yes, Beommie was waiting for you here." 

"But you know while I was sitting here..." he started playing with your hair. Twirling the ends of your hair like it was his.

Gawd Gyu was such a cute drunk. You were struggling to keep it together because no one, and I mean no one could resist his cuteness, not even your heart of steel.

"I saw you over at the kitchen counter with another guy. Who was he? I've never seen him before."Gyu asked

"Oh Heesung? He's your captain's brother. He was sweet and helpful. He accompanied me cause he was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find you guys. 

"Ah, I see. Did you like him better than me? I saw you smiling so happily when you were with him." you could hear the sad pout in his voice. 

You then cupped his cheeks in your hands, trying to sober him up while saying "Gyu are you okay? I just met the guy. How could I like him more than I like you? You're my best friend and he's a stranger that I just met at this house. Of course, I would choose you any day. "

It was your fault for cupping his cheeks in your hands. You sort of forced him to look at you. But Gyu didn't mind. He loved seeing your face but all he could think about was how pretty you were in front of him, and how kissable your lips looked. 

You've always looked stunning in his eyes. And you know what they say, alcohol always brings out the truth in people. And with that, having the help of liquid courage, Gyu broke free from your hands and gave you a peck on the lips. 

After he does that, he blinks and looks at you. Like a lost little puppy. Did you not like him doing that? 

What just happened? Your best friend, Gyu just gave you a peck on the lips while he was drunk. You were stunned, to say the least. 

"I'm sorry Y/N. I can't think straight anymore. Ever since I saw you with the stranger, I wanted to get out of my seat. But since we are nothing more than best friends, it wouldn't have been right for me to do anything." 

"And then you cupped my face while talking to me and your lips looked so kissable. I just couldn't help myself and I ended up giving you a peck." he was drunk rambling at this point.

You still were in shock that all you could pick up from what Gyu said was regarding the stranger that you asked:

"Wait Gyu, you were jealous?" you asked while looking at him. 

"Yes Gyu was jeawous" he said while looking down, playing with his fingers in anxiety, not knowing how you would react next. 

Everyone cut the cameras. How could this be real? Your heart couldn't take it. How could he become more adorable when he was drunk? That's not fair...

After what felt like forever, you heard Gyu ask:

"Are you mad?" And you looked at him. He was giving you the sad puppy dog eyes now. KO for the third time of the night. It was like an arrow shot through your heart. How could he be so darn fucking cute? 

"Why would I be mad Gyu, it was just a peck. Nothing for your little pretty head to worry about okay? I am alright."

"But what if it was a real kiss? Would you be mad then?" Gyu was looking into your eyes now, trying to see how you would react this time. 

You wanted to, ever since he snaked his hand around your waist for a hug. You wanted to kiss him since then. To be fair you wanted to kiss him from a long time ago, just that you didn't know whether he felt the same. But after finding out that he was jealous only after seeing some stranger talk to you, that was all you needed. 

You didn't need to say anything more. Your eyes said it all. You wanted him too. He took your chin in his hands and leaned in for a kiss. You didn’t think much about kissing but the way that Gyu took the lead in the kiss, it was sending butterflies into your tummy. The kiss was filled with so much passion. It wasn't too fast or too slow it was just right. It was like you were made for each other. All those pent-up feelings over the years were shown through this kiss. Your hands were on his neck and you were straddling his thighs, while Gyu had one of his hands at the back of your neck and one on your lower to make sure you were supported the whole time. You didn’t want this to end, but you guys ended up breaking the kiss because you all needed to catch your breath. 

With that kiss break, Gyu grabs your arm and leads you out of the captain's house. He didn't need to be here. He just needed to be with you. That was all he needed. 

"Let's go back to my place." 

Ah ending it here because I can't write smut for the life of me and I think you guys can just imagine the rest :")

Anyways I hope you guys liked this too because I can just imagine drunk gyu being jealous but not being a red flag, he would literally be pouting and sad the whole time when you're not with him T-T. Please give it a like and follow if you want more of this hehe. See you guys in the next one🥹🫶🏻

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[kissitbttr]

So like what’s frat!miguel and the rest of the boys’ reactions to the Kendrick and Drake beef. Cause fuck Drake ofc.

FUCK DRAKE INDEEEEDDD🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

“oh god here we go” gloria sighs exasperatedly, throwing her head back while groaning as muñeca giggles,

“drake is fucking. cooked! yall seeing this shit right?!” carlos points his phone with a finger as he all but wide eyed,

“man i know! certified lover boy certified pedophile?? jesus he’s out for blood!”

“can’t disagree with the man. drake’s been weird since 2015. icky bro”

“remember when he tried to make a move on my girl riri?” carlos asks as if it truly what happened. “ticked him off the box”

“they did date, idiot” chang corrects, “and weren’t you the one who had his album needed to be played for every weekly party we have on?”

“i’m a changed man!” carlos exclaims. “he is sooo lucky he’s not making a move on my babe though—or imma need to beat his ass”

“who?”

“sza, chang! damn it bro, keep up!”

the boys all gathered in the living room, muttering bunch of ‘drake is a piece of shit’ and how ‘kendrick is the goat’ to each other,

“motherfucker really has another kid?? a daughter?! bro what the fuck!”

“man really took the cum and dump too literally”

“i don’t think anyone says that, mayback”

“didn’t he try to flirt with the kid from stranger things?”

a collective of ‘ews’ and gasps filling in the room as they all beginning to get intrigued. carlos even props himself on the stomach and legs kicking up in the air as he watches his frat brother explains the timeline,

it’s like watching girls gossiping at a sleepover

“i don’t see your man joining in” gloria nudges your side who’s munching away on your banana bread. “sucks because i’d love to see him act like a childish. grown up!” gloria speaks the two last words a bit louder so beck could hear,

yet the man only spares a quick glance at his girlfriend and sends a wink,

“jesus” her head shaking in disbelief. “I’m surprised o’hara is the one with a brain”

you disagree by putting a hand on hers, “don’t speak too soon. he’ll be here any second—“

“HAVE YOU ALL. HEARD. MEET THE GRAHAMS?”

a familiar booming voice coming from upstairs, and both of your eyes are quick to look up. seeing it’s miguel with a towel wrapped around his hips and hair wet with a large smile across his face.

you’ve never seen him look so cute.

“now” finishing off your previous sentence as your eyes refuse to leave his while giggling when he nearly trips down the stairs,

“children. all of them” gloria rolls her eyes, sipping on her drink as she glares at beck,

“oh come onnn, they’re happy” you try to change her mind but she simply just glares you too,

the boys cheer at miguel and wave at him to come huddle, wanting him to join all the hip hop gossip that’s been taking a toll on internet.

but not before he runs towards you first,

miguel basically sprints to you, grinning from ear to ear “hiiii mi amor” he squeals before stealing a kiss off your lips, hand gripping on the towel to secure his lower body,

a frown painted across your features. “are you not wearing an underwear or something?”

“i am” he says. “what, does it not look like i am?”

“kind of. i could see the print”

“shit my bad—guess it’s too big” he shrugs, saying it too casually that earns him a look of disapproval from you. one that says ‘i hope you’re not saying that shit in front of girls’ “kidding baby, kidding—hi gloria”

“put some clothes on dumbass”

“damn, i’m doing well, thanks for asking.”

“yeah yeah” she waves him off, not paying anymore attention to your man,

“you seem happy” a comment you drop soon as the grin on his face isn’t washing off,

“of course! drake is getting his ass dragged. who’s not happy?”

“just that?”

“just that” he confirms, grabbing an apple from the counter. “me and the boys were talking about it during class. apparently they all agreed with what i had in mind”

“oh? and that is?” you find this so amusing, you have to indulge,

“drake is a piece of shit!” he yells with a mouthful of an apple, earning another cheer from his brothers. “had his song on repeat during class, practice, work—kendrick’s insane”

“tell your man that he’s exaggerating. why is he participating on this damn beef” gloria mentions, “idiot”

“your man is in it too!” miguel defends,

“then you’re both idiots! he hasn’t shut up ever since euphoria dropped! can’t even suck his dick without him mumbling the lyrics non-stop”

miguel furrows, glancing at beck for a second before moving back to look at gloria. “okay that’s weird—you’re staying tonight, muñeca?”

head shaking, you almost feel bad at the deflated look on his face. “can’t baby—i’ll sleep over on a thursday, okay?”

“but whyyy” he whines, unbeknownst to gloria wincing in disgust before she moves away from the two of you. “you never say no”

“finals week, handsome” you move a piece of dampen hair that clings against his forehead. “i have to study and i’m tutoring too now, remember?”

“why can’t you study here then?” he moves closer to you. “in my room—together”

“miguel it’s for my english lit class, not sex ed” you roll your eyes. “you have me any other day, aren’t you bored?”

“blasphemy—again” he disagrees. “i get bored without you” a pout form on his lips in which you admit looking awfully cute that you almost cave in. “plus what am i supposed to hump? my pillow? i need sex! with you!”

you grimace. “you need a therapy, miggy”

#frat!miguel

[blueb3rryjongseob]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠.

《~inspired by the instrumental of black swan.

《~genre :

《~pairing : chan × neutral!reader

《~warnings :

《~a/n : yall know i randomly have these brainrots that i can't get over, i think i'm really gonna like this one, i hope you do to♡ also i js finished writing and it doesn't match the vibe of black swan but that's ok~

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Bsf!Chan who first took you stargazing on a stormy Saturday night because he knew how much you loved it and knew that you wouldn’t refuse.

Bsf!Chan who made this a routine, always knocking on your door on Saturday night to take you stargazing.

Bsf!Chan who would always pack a picnic basket filled with your favourite foods before hand because he knew you would eventually get hungry.

Bsf!Chan who would look at you with lovesick eyes as he thought to himself, “You’re so pretty..”

Bsf!Chan whose friends told him to confess his love to you before someone else does.

Bsf!Chan who puts your needs first and foremost, but you’ve yet to realize it.

Bsf!Chan who fell asleep next to you while you were stargazing on his rooftop.

Bsf!Chan who was secretly awake all this time and couldn’t believe it when you whispered to him how much you liked him.

Bsf!Chan couldn’t stop smiling the next day when he finally asked you out.

Bf!Chan who takes you out on a proper date to a restaurant because now, he finally has someome to spend his money on. After, you would walk hand in hand around the neighbourhood.

Bf!Chan who first kissed you when you were looking up at the stars. He couldn’t help himself. You looked prettier than the stars themselves.

Bf!Chan who now kisses you whenever he likes. You apply your lip gloss? Kiss. You just drank a cup of coffee? Kiss. You were ranting about your day? Kiss.

Bf!Chan who gets all giddy inside whenever you’re the one to initiate a kiss. Cheeks all red and dimples showing like never before.

Bf!Chan who didn’t speak to you for two hours after your first argument. It was stupid, he admits. He can’t even remember what it was about.

Bf!Chan, who gave up after two hours only because he heard you crying in the living room, wrapped up under one of his blankets. His heart broke immediately. Did he make you cry?

Bf!Chan, who apologized to you and admitted that he was in the wrong and also promised to never make you cry again.

Bf!Chan who didn’t know what to do because you were still slightly mad at him so he did the most sensible thing he would’ve thought of. He kissed you.

・❥・

Chan who lifted you and put you on him so you straddled his lap. His visible boner grazing your inner thighs.

Chan who cupped your cheek and looked at you innocently, “Please don’t be mad at me, baby. I didn’t intend to make you-”. You cut him off by tugging at the top of his sweatpants.

You kissed his neck, biting and licking, leaving marks in your wake.

You started to grind on him, at first he was hesitant, but his hips met yours in desperation, the sudden jerks of his hips surprising your clit.

All that could be heard was lewd whimpers coming from Chan’s lips as his eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, and his head thrown back as far as it could be all while his hips stuttered up into you.

・❥・

Bf!Chan who knew you would be the one he grows old with.

Bf!Chan who ends up proposes to you a year into your relationship. A bit early, he knew it. But he also knew that the time was right.

Bf!Chan who did it under the moonlight, sky filled with stars.

Fiancé!Chan who will never let you go, never leave you and never stop loving you.

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#skz fluff #straykids #chan #bang chan imagines #skz reactions #chan fluff #bangchan smut #bang chan #bang chan smut #christopher bang

[tearsofcalamity]

ok read it. i am now unbelievably horny that was so good!!!! i just loove the idea of reader being barely awake, seeing aven Existing and going i need that twink destroyed Yesterday.

now bear w me cause while aven was going through the 5 stages of grief in that quest i was going through the infinite stages of horny and Thinking: i want soft sex w him really really bad he'd be my angel my pretty boy my golden little star! but the mf would be SUCH a tease! like he'd love you being gentle but after a while he'd start asking to "please, go rougher" and that he can "handle it" you'd go "no, baby, i want to love you softly" and he shuts up. and then you think he's given up but suddenly he is. all. over. you every second of everyday. he's not letting you do any work, his hand is on your thigh whenever you sit down next to him, he's whispering in your ear abt how good your dick (strap lol) makes him feel while yall are in public. just doing everything in his power to rile you up, so you will finally fuck the brains out of him. and when you finally snap and grab him by the arm and toss him on the bed all rough & furious he is Overjoyed, crazy fucking smile on his face. too bad your plans include taking him apart slowly and painfully, denying his release again and again while calling him all the sweet names under the sun before finally giving him what he's been begging for<3

LORD... LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL ... !!!!!

no listen to me. he's so pent up and eager to have you just bend him in half and fuck him to the point where he's sobbing, he's so confident he can take it just fine. not that he minds you being so gentle with him, it still feels incredible, but he wants to feel what it's like to have your gaze dark with hunger on him as you fuck him into the sheets til he can't even breathe through his sobs.

but hear me out. aventurine can NOT take it. he's soooo sure of himself, doing all that teasing. playing footsie at fancy restaurants where you could easily get caught were he to go further, standing behind you to subtly rut against your back and pant right into your ear about how good it feels, begging you to just palm him just a lil bit, he promises he won't cum yet! no one will notice, he swears!

once you get him on the bed, he's so fucking excited, he can't believe he's actually got you all to himself and he can just tell by the look in your eyes you've got a rough night planned for him. but then you're switching between rough and soft, pinning him down while you jerk him without mercy and bring him to the edge over and over and over. he tries to hold out but he's sobbing and sniveling by the end of it, apologizing for riling you up and being bad in public. he just wants to hear you praise him, have your strap in him, but you won't give him what he wants.

eventually avennie's tears win you over, but you're not going to be gentle tonight. promise him he can cum with you inside him and then just absolutely pound him into the mattress until he's seeing stars. he's choking on every moan, and once you start throwing the petnames into the mix again, he's spurting out his load pathetically onto the sheets.

call him angel, darling, sweetheart, pretty boy, lovely, and don't forget to tell him how good he's being, of course. but don't stop when he cums. he had been begging you all day to be rough with him, to fuck him dumb, right? so don't stop when he finishes, instead, double down and overstimulate him until the pillow he's clutching onto is half-soaked with his tears and drool, until you have to hold his hips upright in order to keep fucking into him and nailing his achey prostate. maybe start jerking him here too, watch him wail into the pillow and thrust his hips back for more pleasure in spite of the overwhelming sensations he's going through...

I can't tell you whether this is gonna make him get more frisky in public to get the same ass ramming next time or if he's going to accept going back to the soft lovin you laved on him before. maybe both

#sub aventurine #aventurine x reader #sub hsr #hsr x reader #aventurine smut #hsr smut #anon #“I need that twink destroyed yesterday” you are so real #he's so fuckable #so... face-shoved-in-pillowable #you get me? #katze's secret corner #katze works n/sfw #n/sfw

[anonymouscheeses]

Yo I got a question. Chaggie or chaggily? WHICH IS BETTER! THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW!!

OH GAWSHH!!

NOOO!! WHY DID YOU ASK THIS??

Oh my gooddneesss this is hard. AAAAAA

I first shipped Chaggie like most chaggily shippers. And uhhhh, when Emily showed up I IMMEDIATELY fell in love with the potential poly. Gawsh... tbh I can barely choose. But like I do prefer some choices and potential stuff over the other sometimes.

Like for Chaggie I love that we have an already established relationship that is healthy but not perfect to make it more interesting. Like they have their own problems they need to focus on and I love that they can do that together. The angst? The fluff? A wlw relationship not toxic, sexualized, nor is one super masculine and the other super feminine where it's rlly jst a str8 ship(no offense to those ships I jst like when they both still show atleast a bit femininity imo), and it's the main ship??? Helll fckjnn yess that shit is everything to me and so much more. I barely get that and I cherish it sooo much when it exists in media. In my blog it is FILLED with chaggie content and an AU I made specifically jst to indulge in them even more.

Then Emily is added to the mix... THE POTENTIAL IS SOO CRAZYY I LOVE THE THREE OF THEM. And I'm a sucker for polyamorous ships. If yall know sashannarcy, that was my first ever time I shipped more than 2 people before. And then poly dokis(DDLC). From then on I can't function without one poly relationship to fawn over 😭

Another thing about Chaggily, is that it has so much more interesting things to go through than Chaggie alone has. Two people from hell dating an angel? Imagine the angst. And if anyone from heaven, especially Sera, were to find out that Emily was dating people from hell, what would happen? It's probably a touchy subject to be dating two people at all, but demons? Almost no one would accept that and she could well be casted off to hell.

Having saying that....

I'm gonna have to pick Chaggie‼️😭

IM SORRY!! BUT LIKE.... I think I just need more on screen interactions with Charlie, Vaggie, and Emily then maybe I would choose it. But right now I don't have much content to consume to feed the void 😔. BUT! But I do think Chaggily is so so SO much more interesting than Charlie and Vaggie, it's technically a pre-established relationship and would stand out from other ships in the show due to it being polyamorous. So then likely more people would be interested in it and maybe even become other people's favorite. But right now? We don't have much to go off of except headcanons and fan-made work.

Chaggily will always be in my heart tho 🥹🥹

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin charlie #hazbin chaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin emily #emily hazbin hotel #charlie x vaggie x emily #vaggie x charlie #charlie x vaggie #vaggie #charlies angels #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #chaggie #rainbowmoth #varlie #chaggily #two and a half halos #unholy trinity #i love chaggily smm im gnna include that in my demon and human AU as a non canon thing tho... #like i would jst draw it to be like “hm what would chaggily be like in this AU?” and not actually include it fully #but maybe i would? like the first relationship is charlie and vaggie and then they gain emily along the way #ill figure it out lmao

[new-cross]

wolfstar isn't just a ship it's an entire lifestyle

#dark academia #childhood friends to lovers to enemies back to tragic lovers #~magic~ #werewolves and moon motifs #romanticizing youth and pranks and shenanigans #being a sweet & tender hooligan #listening to 80s rock but the smiths in particular #i could go on and on and on but yall get it right #its an entire lifestyle #harry potter #mwpp #wolfstar #marauders

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Does

Does Barnaby

Does Barnaby tell the others to get off his lawn when he's angry

psh, who do you think he is, an old man? he'd Bark, like any lively young dog

#serves them right for (playfully) arguing right outside of his house smh #hes got sensitive ears yall... probably... i wouldnt know... #i bet ya could hear that woof everywhere in the neighborhood #and feel it. its gotta be deep as hell. bass boosted boof #legend has it that a Single Can fell in howdy's store #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #many thoughts about barnaby and barking #id imagine that if asked if he can bark hed be like 'yeah but its a waste of effort / who has the time for That' #i doubt he ever really does it... #cause that would take effort and really when would he be in the mood to be able to do it #its like. i dont get how some people can just let out a real good yell/scream on command #if im not angry enough i Physically Cannot raise my voice in that way. just dont have it in me #and id also think that barnaby has a thick skin. takes a lot to make him That Peeved yk yk #but when he does bark. oof. thats gotta be the loudest shit ever #everyone runs out of their homes like 'what happened??? is there a thunderstorm??? did a fuckin Bomb go off??' #meanwhile barnaby is slamming his door behind him and frank & julie are speedwalking away from his house with ringing ears #thoughts thoughts thoughts Musings

[aether-weather]

SAGESUNE MIKU >:DDD

#i rise from the dead once again!! #sorry about the long periods of time in between me posting #school is absolutely kicking my ass right now and i havent had any time to draw the creatures :( #ive also just been feeling unsatisfied with my art as of late #its probably just too much time online looking at other peoples art making me feel bad about myself #even though im improving as fast as i can it doesnt feel like im getting any better #but i know from experience that that feeling doesnt go away with time #so i guess ill always see flaws in my art no matter how hard i try to get better #man. that got really depressing :/ #anyways SAGE!!! i love her she is my favorite of all time and im going to draw her so much yall dont even KNOW :D #ive got tons of other stuff planned too so watch out >:3 #i could hit you guys with 6 paragraphs of au lore any day now #sonic the hedgehog #sage robotnik #AWWWHHHGG SHE HAS HER OWN LITTLE TAG IM SOBBING #anyways #sage sonic #hatsune miku #i guess #whoof im scared to post this #or maybe im just exhausted #probably both :/

[shorlinesorrows]

qpr jean and neil. that's all i'm gonna say.

do you see my vision?

#i might add onto this later but right now I'm too busy crying #“misplaced forever partner” ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT DESTROYED ME #neil ordering a hit to keep jean safe changed my brain chemistry #i need them to be friends #i need them to call each other and gossip and send each other stupid memes that only they understand #i need them to slowly grow closer as they heal until one day they can finish each other's sentences #and they ocassionally make super dark jokes about their trauma out of the blue (they bet on how people will react competitively) #i need them to call each other derogatory names but get Super Upset whenever anyone else talks shit about the other and offer to kill them #and i would love them to reclaim the spots next to each other that riko set #and make them their own #they're not partners on the court but they sure as hell are partners in life #the mcs ever #at one point andrew and jeremy are just looking at each other across a table at a restaurant as these two bicker #and realize they have somehow both become the Third Wheel despite the fact that 1) there's four of them and 2) jean and neil aren't dating #the amount of queer platonic pining i could fit in these traumatized people #the: “i'm lowkey obsessed with you but I Really don't like you romantically and I don't know what to do with it” #and the: “oh thank hell me too i thought i was even weirder than i already am. wanna go harass the fbi with me?" #jeremy and andrew watch this trainwreck both exasperatedly and proudly you can't convince me otherwise #cannot convince me that these four won't somehow end up living in each others pockets even if they live 1000 miles away #kevin pops in frequently as his usual wonderful diva self #anyway i'm going insane how yall doing #neil josten #jean moreau #all for the game #the sunshine court

[brookheimer]

the one thing i feel pretty certain about for this episode is that america will not decide the election. a decision will be made, a president will be elected, but america will not be the deciding factor.

succession can’t mimic 2016 or 2020 point blank, that would be boring and have nothing to say. it can’t try to outdo trump because it’ll go too whacky and fall flat like veep’s last season (sorry conheads, no way he’s winning). but what it CAN do is illustrate the immensely corrupt, often arbitrary, and hugely influential nature of news media and conglomerations on political processes. i think probably jimenez will be in the lead, then atn/waystar does something to, i don’t know, discount votes or cast suspicion on jimenez or call the election for mencken early, and the tide will shift, even though the votes are already in. the votes don’t actually matter. the actual result doesn’t actually matter. that’s the power logan (and as an extension, billionaires and CEOs in general) hold. shiv says it herself to logan in s4e2: “just cause you say it’s true doesn’t make it true. everyone just fucking agrees with you and believes you, so it becomes true and then you can turn around and say like, 'oh, you see? see? i was right.'” but it doesn’t matter that logan’s “a human fucking gaslight,” everything he says comes true anyways. not because he was right, but because that’s how it works. he says things and then they happen, regardless of what the truth is or what should actually come to pass. that’s been one of the key throughlines since the very first episode of the entire show when, in response to kendall calling logan out of touch because times are changing and logan isn't changing with them, logan hisses that everyone always says you’re wrong until you do it and prove you were right: “you make your own reality.” you can't miss the bus if you're the one driving it. the election, the votes, the political process? none of that matters. it was always going to come down to the roys and their ilk (allies or enemies, just the top 1%) — that was the whole point of “what it takes” (the mencken episode) last season, after all.

i’ve seen lots of theories about what america will choose and how the candidates will respond and all that and i just don’t think that’s the show’s focus; i think the whole point is to demonstrate the lack of agency, the illusion of democracy. because, i mean, we’ve already seen the fall of democracy via fascist election and fascist election-denial, both in real life and in the countless (usually mid) satires created afterwards. it would be disappointing to see succession use the election to reiterate that same point of 'ohhh alt-right ahhhhh!!!' i don’t think it’ll be about ‘fascism’ at all — at least, not ‘trump-y’ fascism. it’ll be about fascism in the broader sense, the kind that doesn't sport a KKK hood (even when it keeps one tucked away in the attic). it's the fascism that every single roy (very much including shiv and kendall) aid and abet -- the fascism that so many succession fans don't seem to regard as fascism, despite it quite literally being the definition of fascism. trump wasn’t the entrance of fascism into our political process. he wasn’t the lone sign of the failing of american democracy. democracy in america has long been illusory, trump just made it more blatantly evident with his particular brand of hate-speech-ridden masculinist in-your-face fascism.

so i think that’s what this episode will hopefully focus on — america will not decide. corporations, news media, and the roys will. thus, the president will most likely become president not because the country supports his policies the most, but because he’s likely to agree to help block a business deal for a major media empire, and the other candidate is unlikely to. and this will likely come to pass due to said major media empire's interference and influence: they create their own reality. they say it, and everyone agrees with them and believes them, so it becomes true.

#WOOF okay here's my unnecessary ~thematic prediction~ for this episode #i have some more like random thoughts ab what'll happen but those r less thought out and more throwing shit at the wall etc #but i've been thinking a lot ab this ep n idk i just can't see any other way it could be done satisfyingly -- they can't just do 2016/2020 #again. the focus has to be elsewhere. i have some specifics thoughts on details but again those r kinda random n will be in another post #after bizarrely getting a lot of things right this szn i know a lot of people are looking to me to see what i'll say for this ep and let me #remind yall that I AM LITERALLY JUST GUESSING BASED ON MY UNDERSTANDING OF THE SHOW AND HOW NARRATIVES #TEND TO WORK PARTICULARLY IN SUCCESSION! if i am wrong which i very well might be please do not crucify me. i know literally #nothing more than anyone else i'm just a random english/gov major who likes speculating about media ! that said if i end up right again #somehow then yes i am a prophet i am jesse armstrong i have never been wrong about anything in my life. etc #watch this age so poorly tho. #LOL #also fwiw i dont think the Shock etc is going to come from the election results - maybe possibly from the way things happen (i could see a #line of miscommunication resulting in fucked up outcomes etc which i can get into in another post) or a roy sibs moment but i just #don't think there's any way the results themselves cld be surprising. it's jimenez or mencken. it's not gonna be connor guys. #succession #succession spoilers #except not really. just succession speculation more than anything else #long post #succession speculation #100

[tvckerwash]

wash being ct's best and closest friend in freelancer is so so important to me. they're the kind of friends that can stay up all night together talking and sharing stories, but they can also spend hours together in complete silence just enjoying each other's company. they share things about themselves with each other that they don't share with anyone else. ct finds a solace in wash that she's never found in anyone else; because he feels just as deeply, openly, and honestly as she does. she admires his more subtle nature, and inversely wash admires her own bold defiance. ct gets so angry with him because she's angry at herself—angry that she can't be more like him, angry that she can't tell him all of what she's learned because it's no secret that they're close and she knows that price knows she knows and and and—

so ct takes a page from wash's book, she tries her hand at speaking his language. she let's him see her making calls because she knows that he'll never turn her in, because just like her wash puts protecting those he cares about above the rules. wash is smart, so she knows that he'll understand that she's trying to protect him—to protect all of them, just like he's protecting her.

leaving them, leaving him, is a painful but necessary decision. she fights to stay for as long as she can even though she can feel price and the director closing in. she wants nothing more than to bring him with her. every time she speaks with the leader she finds herself thinking about how well he'd get along with wash, he's cryptic, melodramatic, and just a little bit paranoid in all the same ways. maybe that's why she fell in love—because he reminds her of wash without being wash, who always kept a certain level of distance from the people around him. she'd seen his service record—he'd seen so many people die over the years that he learned how to love without getting to attached; otherwise, the guilt and grief would drive him insane. ct hoped that she wouldn't become another lost friend, but if she did, she found comfort in knowing that he would be able to move forward without her.

#oops i turned what was supposed to be a fun little post into a ct character study #mine #rvb #red vs blue #agent connecticut #agent washington #i have lots of thoughts about wash and ct if anyone hasn't noticed yet lol. ct is such an underrated character and her dynamic w wash is— #very important to me #i hc that carolina gave ct's dog tags to wash in-between s10 and s11 'you were closer to her than anyone else.' #wash wears them right along with his own two pairs #he never could force himself to get rid of his unsc ones. he might not go by that name anymore but it's still a part of who he is #oh have any of yall ever seen that post that's like 'the bgc doesn't use wash's real name because they never asked what it was'? #if so hi hello i made that post on one of my old blogs and that is my stance on wash's name lol

[roxyandelsewhere]

Angels’ trueforms in their most memorable moments [26/?] - Nephilim fetus: regular nephil, sired by a regular angel (above) and Jack, sired by Lucifer (below)

inprnt | society6 | redbubble | teepublic | ko-fi

#NEW ONE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES!!! I TOLD YALL I WASN'T DONE WITH THIS!!! #SO sorry it took so long. i still can't control my artblocks. but i've had this idea for so long #spn #spnart #spn art #mine.caro #ok so. explanation time. cracking my knuckles. i haven't done this in so long ahhhh #so i HAD to do nephilim eventually. of course. and the key thing about them is they're the children of angels and humans #and i figured i'd start with a fetus bc that's the nephil version of the angel factory settings. and that needed a shape like the AFS did #it felt right to go with a sphere. and after the nephil is born and becomes a more distinct individual etc the spheres unravel in different #ways. some open up like pillbugs (woodlouse? i never know the right name). others sprout like seeds. others spiral out. the possibilities #are endless hehe. and the sphere had to have a mix of angel trueform and human soul. which i've been coding so far as the black and white #trueforms and collages. so that was settled. but that couldn't be it bc it's not just one and the other. they're integrated in one thing #so. for the regular nephil i filled out some cells in black like angel trueforms and others with collages. in the trueforms cells #and it's Earthly Things like plants and body parts and fruits and animals water and the sky and rocks etc. and a bigger solid collage block #that's just body parts. so specifically human stuff. AND THEN i took that sphere (well circle) and cut it up and kintsugi'ed it with #angel grace. feels like a way to go to represent nephil. and then i added the angel wheels to look like a sort of proto version of AFS #and that's regular nephil. for jack he had to be different bc lucifer nephil is thee antichrist. it's different. so i followed the samelogi #but based on the lucifer trueform instead of AFS. so i painted the solid black with alcohol-based markers so i could smudge it with alcohol #and then added the collage bits (more from a fitness magazine than a fashion magazine i used for the other one. gets a more aggressive vibe #i think. more flexed muscles) and painted the chaotic smoke cloud over it. and then i did the same kintsugi process. i was gonna do it in #silver but figured it made no sense. it should be the same. and the black and gold look cool #and what else. regular nephil has a rosary-like umbilical cord! emerging from one of the poles of the sphere so to speak #and jack has none :// partly bc i forgot at first kfjg but then i didn't go back to add it bc i feel that matches fetus jack's situation #considering it's an angel grace umbilical cord #and i think that's it! #these aren't up on the stores yet but im gonna add them now #hope they're worth the wait. if anyone was waiting for more #Trueforms

[spider-man-2o99]

ok i’m still On Break do not take this post as a sign that i’m like. Actively Tumblring again yet because i’m still not, 4 the most part, but i have had my ear to the ground for special interest things, of fuckign course, of course, bcuz i’m me, and i. just. i am .i’m so fucking sorry to all the new SM2099 comic fans who are only just now realizing just now how dire the straits are, here, LMAO. it has been this way for Years. earnestly and from the bottom of my heart i love spider-man 2099 so much and also nobody on the goddamn planet Cares About Him At All or can even fucking write him half-decently unless every single celestial bodie in the fucking milky way galaxy comes into perfect fucking syzygy, i think, i think, i think. why did u think we (me) had a psychotic episode after that fuckin movie dropped. fucksake. lord above. because it’s all always “ohhh being yourSELF and telling your OWN story your OWN way” until you Look A Certain Way and ARE A Certain Way and Have Symptoms That Look Frightening and Don’t Move Around Like ‘Normal’ People Should Move, fuckin’ freaky-ass creature beast-thing, and so on and so on and so on, Christ all-fuckin’-mighty. gets tiring. but. anywaygs.

it is far easier to be destructive, than constructive. so. ahem. sorry. refocusing. it seems quite simply that just yet another goddamn story missed the point that 90s future spider-man is a story about very plainly and simply loving each other as people. it’s a story about a severely depressed, miserable, cynical little man who finds new reasons to live in every kind person he meets, and there is an open earnesty to that, if nothing else, that no movie can take away 30 years later. anybody can decide to try and be a better person than the one they were yesterday, and that is goddamn important. to portray anything otherwise was an unfathomably cruel decision, on sony’s part, and as soon as we got trailer evidence that they were leaning into his more “intimidating” features back in ~dec. 2021, i.. pretty much Knew it was what they were gonna be doing with him. why wouldn’t they? i mean. who actually even cares about this obscure nobody, right? c-listers are the tried-and-true adaptational chameleons, anyways; they sure suckered in dumbasses like me, who still took blind hope in hook line and sinker, thinking he’d be important to the film, or at the very least portrayed sympathetically to his 30 years of established comic history as a character who is consciously aware that he is an adult survivor of fucking child abuse. but. c’est la fucking vie, i guess.

#talking tag #atsv #spider-man 2099 #i predicted All Of This and i am SO TIRED OF BEING RIGHT THAT I WANT TO THROW MYSELF IN2 THE SUN ABT IT :)))) #i WANTED to be wrong. /CHRIST/ i wanted to be wrong so goddamn bad #articulation isnt at its peak rn. how do i even- /bridge/ the breadth of this gap. wwoof man like. just. #i just. did yall think i started writing the dissection fic with extreme violation + dehumanization themes Just Outta Nowhere?? y/k??? #y’KNOW. haha. i am Intimately Aware firsthand with how years of it without reprieve shapes a brain over time. and. writing helps. #hhahaha. lord. id just go back 2 how i was Raised if i wanted 2 Constantly Hear so many ppl talkin abt how much they want evry Like-Me dead #(not-- not. not Like That. not in the nasty-ass too-online Way or whatever disgusting Assumptions that could Imply. im just a basket case.) #chroist. #not even . not even getting into the whole ‘also comic sm2099 is canonically staunchly anti-cop yet movieboy is weirdly fashy’ Thing. #i already Have a migraine im NOT getting into that right now #(holding back tears) wwelp looks like these next Seven Years Of Terrible Public Perception r gonna b long and suck so bad :)) #ok goodbye again now im going back to frolicking morosely in the Fields . be safe drink some water be kind to urself and others. mwah.

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#NOT TO BE NSFT ON MAIN #But I'm going through it... and by it I mean well... the horn knee #but like. lots of Thoughs about- HFH how Valentin is probably the first trans guy for Mitch #not that its rare by 2077 but because I HC him as demisexual #his first time was late-ish compared to his friends - he didnt had a lot of lovers - then there was Scorpion #who was more of a brother than a boyfriend but I DO HC THAT THEY ROLLED IN THE HAY Alright #But back to the thingy-- He's probably not experienced when it comes to Well Tdicks right #Mitch start to develop feelings for Val too the whole vets group start to notice it hardcore #cause these two gonkasses arent exactly subtle - they're just blind #and so one night while the vets are chillin drinkin the usual #subject comes up like eyy hows it going with V you gonna rizz him up or what #Mitch going PFFF idk what yall talkin about but he's red and suddenly don't know what to do with his hands #conversation goes and he's all like awkward cause Well Duh #Boys take showers together so everyone knows Val isnt Cis- there's others trans folks in the camp too its nothing unusual just an info #and get this... what if. its Butch Grease Queen Carol who gives him tips on how to get his boy all rilled up #while drunk ofc - Mitch wishin he could disapear from the discussion cause it's just too much but lowkey taking notes HKGJDKZKG #while some other vet goes on about how good it feels in there tm and all-- YNOW WARM N WET AND ALL #Mitch just nervously laugh and thanks them for the advices tm even if nothing will ever happen and just change the subject #he def jerk off in his tent tho cause he can't keep the vision out mH. hhhHHFHHF 👁👁 #and he'd be like damn here I go doin it over a friend again and feels guilty next time he sees Val #(val def does it too in his northern appartment #idk where im going with this don't mind me JHGJ #sex is such an insignificant part of their love - its present and they explore all type of stuff together #but its not something that would ever be source of problem or doubts if that makes any sense #while simultaneously being important - cause Mitch was Val first time - and in a way Val was Mitchs first too #and his boy sure does feel nice /)UwU(\ weeeee #tbd