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tonkatsubowl · 7 months

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false love. - iv

jing yuan x fem!reader

nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until…

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color ◖l/n: last name

part one. ✦ part two. ✦ part three. ✦ part five. ✦ part six. ✦ part seven.

(づ￣ ³￣)づ requested tags: @tigerpriestess @mythicalamphitrite (i think this is everyone...)

your world was black.

you couldn't exactly sense anything...meaning you didn't know your surroundings. you forced yourself to blink, thinking that your eyes were probably closed...but no, they were wide open. you were in a pitch black area with no sense of...well, light. or anything.

not even life.

you felt so empty as your legs began to move on their own, taking you somewhere...somewhere in the darkness.

that was when you felt something warm on your shoulder, and a familiar voice...

"you're gonna go further into the darkness?"

you turned your head, seeing that the arm was linked to a white silhouette, illuminate within the darkness that you were currently drowning in.

"well," you began, "i don't know where else i should go."

"then let me take you on a journey."

the hand retracted from your shoulder, extending towards you, their hand was open. ready for you to take.

"you can continue to walk through the darkness or come with me where i can guide you somewhere where you can actually see." they tried to joke with you, but they were probably horrible at humor.

you looked at the hand for a moment before deciding to take it. one your fingers intertwined with the unknown person's hand, the darkness around you had dematerialized, leaving a vast scenery of flora and fauna.

you stood in the meadow of green, the sky was blue... there was a pond of water that was so crisp and clean that it neatly reflected off the azure skies above you. the birds above had flocked away, chirping amongst each other as you gazed upon the beautiful horizon. your eyes slowly settle back, realizing you were holding this unknown's person's hand.

turning back, you see...

"—jing yu—"

"ah, she's awake."

your eyes shot open as the soft breeze of the window fluttered into your room. there were flowers placed neatly against the nightstand next to you, and there was a small cutting board with a tiny knife, accompanied by a bowl of freshly cut apples. in the distance, there were two nurses that were doing their medical tasks such as switching out the fresh, cool towel on your head.

your eyes slowly began to focus, allowing you to see better... this allowed you to bear witness to the door sliding open, revealing the man that you had married recently.

a smile was adorned upon his face as he approached you, reaching out to the apple that was pleasantly placed within the wooden bowl,

"how are you feeling, y/n?" he asked you, giving you a piece of sliced apple, "i predicted you would be awake today. eat. your body must be starved of nutrition."

you were still tired. so tired.

you looked towards the fruit in his hand, letting your hands move—ah, wait. you couldn't move them. it seems your body was still asleep—not actually broken, or anything. you were out for...

...wait. how long were you out for?

"ah.. sorry." you murmured. jing yuan took notice of the fact you couldn't feed yourself.

your husband chuckled, "say 'ahh'."

you blinked, your cheeks tinting red as your opened your mouth a bit. "a-ah."

as jing yuan fed you the apple, he began to inform you of everything that had occurred while you were out, "well. you were asleep for about a day or two. i was afraid you would be sleeping longer than that, but i'm happy that you're here...awake, alive and well, y/n."

you blinked. you were out for a day or two? oh geez. you wondered how much you missed, but...it probably isn't a lot. you were used to not being informed of important news most of the time due to your biological family.

"i just wanted to apologize—deeply—at the bottom of my heart of my lack of awareness and inability to save you sooner, y/n. you are my wife, and for that, i have failed you."

you witness your husband steadying himself on one knee, apologetic.

"i do not expect forgiveness from you."

you blink, unused to this... your hands raise themselves up, sheepishly waving about as your husband apologized to you over a situation out of his control. "n-no," you sputtered, "please don't apologize. i... it's not your fault."

"it is." jing yuan stood, his expression firm and disappointed with himself. "this shouldn't have happened. not on my watch. yet, here i am, failing to protect you ful—"

"jing yuan," you frowned, cutting him off, "i am safe. i-i am alive, right? you didn't fail to protect me. you saved me. if anything...i-i should thank you." you lowered your head. "please don't be upset with yourself. i forgive you...so please don't beat yourself up with it."

jing yuan didn't say anything for a moment... but his body spoke for him.

he leaned closer, slowly wrapping his arms around you. "is this alright, y/n?" he asked you, knowing that you possessed trauma to being touched unwantedly.

for once, you felt safe in someone's arms. you nodded slowly, "yes," you murmured, resting your head against his chest as he embraced you.

the warmth that protruded from his chest, the safe reassurance that washed over you... you could just fall back asleep despite the fact you had just woken up from a two-day coma.

...and that's what you did.

"...y/n? ...ah, she fell asleep again. she must be so tired after everything."

jing yuan chuckled to himself as he reached up, brushing away bits of your hair away from your face before gently—and slowly placing you back onto the bed. tucking you comfortably into the mattress, he made sure you were covered up by the blanket before turning back to the nurses, who came by to replenish the towel over your head and some new bandages.

"oh geez," one of the nurses began who appeared to be an elderly woman, "seeing this moment reminds me of my late husband, general... how i miss him dearly." she laughed to herself quietly.

jing yuan flashed a smile. "...a husband should do whatever they can to protect their wife, and to make sure their wife is happy, comfortable and reassured that all is well."

the elderly nurse smiled, nodding slowly, "my, you even sound like my late husband. you have a kind, warm and gentle heart, general. i'm just so glad that you're happy in this marriage."

jing yuan nodded. "...i am. but i worry that this arranged marriage doesn't make her happy. after all...it is arranged. neither y/n nor i have history together up until our marriage. i wouldn't hate or blame her for it if she didn't like this. it was her family obligation."

...right. family. he was going to get to the bottom of this...this situation. your past. everything.

the elderly nurse tilted her head, "well, i don't know if you saw it, but she seems to...be liking you. the moment you embraced her was when i saw love blossoming between the both of you."

jing yuan's smile widened. "...i hope it stays this way."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rain jing yuan

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bonefall · 1 month

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Do you have a family tree for DOTC and the ancient tribes around the lake with Hollyleaf/Fallenleaf?

I don't yet. When I finish up my re-read, I'm going to gather ALL of the DOTC cats and start dividing them up into the three cultural groups. After getting them all in bundles, I'm going to whip them up into proper family trees.

If you're asking about canon's family tree... I can make it if you'd like, but I'd just be showing you the ticking timebomb of genetic diversity they set up for themselves. It's all Quiet Rainkin and random forest cats, most introduced after book 3. None of the other settlers had grandchildren and the living children have no mates.

Sun Shadow died.

Lightning Tail died and Acorn Fur was forced into a vow of chastity

None of Turtle Tail's kits have kits; one is in a vow of chastity

There's nothing to "preserve" about the canon tree, unfortunately. It's not really a "tree," it's more like a couple of bubbles with a ton of dead women floating around outside.

For funsies, let me try and remember all the "bubbles" off the top of my head, plus when the characters were introduced

Ravenstar x Juniper Branch (Book 6)

Milkweed x Leaf (Book 5, Book 2, plus existing kits with an unknown mate)

Misty (Book 2; kits have no kits.)

Shadowkin: Tall, Moon, Sun (1, 1, 5, extinct)

Jackdaw's Cry x Hawk Swoop (extinct)

Turtle Tail x Tom the Wifebeater (endangered)

Riverstar x Finch Song (Book 1, super edition)

Wind Runner x Gorse Fur (Moth Flight and Dust Muzzle are born in book 3)

Willow Tail (introduced with a sibling in book 4; extinct)

Shaded Moss was the father of Rainswept Flower (extinct)

Fox and Petal were siblings (Petal raised Misty's children)

I forgot the name of Drizzle's mom and sibling (book 6)

I think there's also a cat called Apple Bottom Jeans or something in Thunderstar's Echo who has a litter, but I can't remember her mate without google. There were also some litters born in Riverstar's Home I can't remember. I barely remember the side books, were there any others born in Shadowstar's Life...?

Here's all the pairings in the Quiet Rainkin family, as contrast;

Quiet Rain x Unknown (4 kits)

Clear Sky x Bright Stream (Died pregnant; gave birth to 2 dead angel fetus children in heaven)

Clear Sky x Storm (Thunder was the only survivor of 3)

Clear Sky x Star Flower (two litters; the first was 3 iirc, the second unknown)

Jagged Peak x Holly (3 kits)

Gray Wing x Slate (3 kits iirc)

Thunder x Violet Dawn (4 kits)

So... bottom line is, something like 50% of births were coming out of the Quiet Rainkin family, and they account for something like 30% of cats with existing family at all.

Personally, I think that's awful in a prequel arc that's supposed to be about ancestors. So I'm going to be making whole families for BB.

#bone babble #Re: this is all from memory #Did I miss any?#Also this is a large reason i think theyre just bad at handling family trees.#It was a completely clean slate and they are still barelling towards a pretzel in a couple generations #Unless they continue to summon fresh bodies from the bushes #MY excuse is that I don't work with OCs and have to handle the small population sizes.#I work with limits theyve set and even I can still think more carefully about family trees #They do not care at all about them or consider them outside of superficial references #And I dislike that. The whole draw of the series imo is following them through their lives and subsequent generations #But hey. My kitchen my spices.#If BB ever had its serial numbers sanded off I'd keep the BB!DOTC families into the modern era too lmaoo #But that's neither here nor there

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tempestuous-lush · 10 months

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Crimson & Clover || SoA

chapter three - crimson and clover

warnings: There's a few time jumps of fluff/bonding, then there's a good dose of cunnilingus because....why not? That's right! Jax and Trouble get PHYSICAL. Some angst. Dave (the guy who assaulted her years back) being a creep.

summary: The guys make good on their end of the deal, and it's time to open your bar, where you greet Jax with a bit of a surprise. There's a pull there and you finally give in, if only temporarily. Nothing wrong with using the other if it's all in good fun, right? And Tara gets a package after the fact with a proposition.

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Literally the day after you showed up at Teller & Morrow firing a gun, exchanging more with Jax than you ever intended, making breakfast for not just him but the club, and him seeing you in a state, Jax was back at your doorstep.

You opened the back door with your hair piled messily on top of your head.

A small smile appeared on his lips. Of course you’d answer the door in soft pink pajamas with white rabbits on them, cutting into an apple with your switchblade and eating the slice of apple right off the blade. Everything about you screamed warmth and softness until his eyes fell on the cold steel of your blade. He watched as your tongue licked up some of the juice that trickled down the flat of the metal, no flinching or worrying about cutting yourself. As you chewed, you stabbed the switchblade into your breakfast and held the apple like normal, “What brings you here?”

“Look, it’s not much, but consider it an apology of sorts” - he brandished a simple box with a bow. You looked at him with uncertainty before sitting on the step, setting the box down and opening it. On top, there was a note. Curious, you turned it over. It simply said for the next time you get the urge to shoot at me, this won’t hurt so bad.

Your eyes fell on him curious and he grinned, “Gonna see what it is?”

You put the card to the side and pushed tissue paper to the side and sitting there was a BB gun. He watched as you lifted it and inspected it like a professional, at odds with your attire. You set the remainder of your apple down in the box and nodded to a point in the distance, “Go ahead, walk over there for me, yeah?”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I’m still a little pissed, and it hurts less getting shot with a BB from a distance. So, go on.”

His tongue peeked through his lips, catching there as he considered your words, “Yeah, yeah alright. After this though, we’re good?”

“So long as your little friend loses my number, and I don’t have to deal with her again.”

“Okay.”

“So tell me Jax” - you stood up to take aim - “anywhere you’d prefer getting shot?”

He lit a cigarette and stared you down, remembering how fucking tempting you looked yesterday in your bed. Feeling a little bold he smiled and turned around to show you his ass before initiating a challenge, “Let’s see how good your aim is, trouble.” Jax unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down to expose an inch of skin before taunting you, “I bet you $40 you can’t hit me r” - Whatever he was about to say was caught off by him giving a sharp inhale as the BB hit its mark dead center.

“Vice President of Devil Backs showed me how to shoot when I was five, sunshine. So, now you have a BB lodged in your ass and you’re out $40. But'' - you sat down and put the gun in the box and picked your apple back up - “if it’s any consolation, we’re absolutely even now.”

It had been about a month now, and you were impressed with how much samcro managed to get done.

Your bar was looking real good.

The only thing you were really waiting on was the plumbing and electrical to fall through. They were supposed to come by last week. That fell through. Hopefully, this week would work out. But still, you thought as you looked around the space, it looked nice. Well, minus the actual unfinished bar counter itself. You were so lost in thought as you sat on that barstool, legs wrapped around the back rest, you hadn’t noticed Jax enter the room.

The first thing he noticed was you had your hair pulled back in a long French braid. The only reason he noticed was because of how easily he could see your facial features and follow them until his eyes traveled the line of your neck giving way to - fucking hell. You were wearing a red sundress that gave him a full view of your back. There was a tattoo of a cherry blossom stem running along your spine. Let alone the fact that with you sitting with your front against the back of the stool, your dress was bunched up around your hips, legs long and lean and even still, you were wearing fucking combat boots.

“Just, uh” - Jax’s playful voice pulled you from your thoughts - “how many tattoos do you have, Trouble?”

You couldn’t help it, a smile appeared on your lips.

Reaching behind you, you smiled at him over the rim of your coffee cup. You took your time in answering. You had a few sips of coffee. Offering the cup to him, you answered as he walked over and took the mug, “Sunshine, a lady never tells.”

Somewhere along the way, the two of you fell into this rhythm and dare you say it, you considered him a friend. That killed Jax. He wanted to be a whole hell of a lot more than your friend.

He took a sip and scowled at the taste of how much sugar you added before firing back, “Suppose it’d be more fun to find out anyway, yeah? Besides, we need to talk about how terrible your coffee is.”

“Make your own cup then and give me mine back.” You huffed playfully before pushing up from your seat, Jax watching your dress fall back into place. He smiled and held the cup up over his head as you reached out for it. Safely out of your reach. He smirked, even as you commented, “Give me my coffee, Jax, or I punch you in the gut and you spill it all over that pretty hair.”

Lowering your coffee, you snatched it back as Jax laughed, “And good morning to you, too.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t mention the fact that I called your hair pretty.”

“Working on it. Just need to wake up, and the coffee is really bad. Any other ideas?”

At that moment Juice and Opie walked in and said almost in unison, “Good morning.”

“Yeah actually, sunshine, I do.” You savored another sip of your coffee before nodding to your half finished bar, “A little manual labor to get the blood pumping oughta wake you up. And last I checked…a bar needs a working bar. So, maybe that’s a good place to start.” You headed towards the stairs leading to your bedroom and Jax grew a bit…uncomfortable…remembering what he walked in on last time even a month later. A wide and beautiful smile appeared on your face noticing Jax’s shift in body language, “There’s coffee already made boys. I’ll come check up on y’all in a bit.”

Juice elbowed Opie in the ribs and pointed to Jax, Opie silently laughing at how far gone his friend looked, staring at you with what looked like adoration, before answering, “Yes ma’am, thank you.”

You disappeared up the stairwell and Jax continued looking at the empty space, before Opie let out a low whistle and Juice finally let out the laughter he was holding in. He broke his concentration and Opie just, “You alright man, or should I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Yeah, very funny Ope.”

The three of them were all that was there, since the main things left were smaller.

Jax was sitting outside with you as you waited for someone coming by to visit.

That was all you said when he pulled up.

Soon enough, within the hour, as you and Jax passed a cigarette back and forth, a pick up truck pulled up and Jax watched as you ran up to the man getting out of the car. He lifted you up into a hug as he exclaimed, “There she is, my little pit viper!”

It took Jax only moments to notice he was wearing a cut. Couldn’t see the back, or any patches on the front with his arms around you, but it was obvious. From what he knew, Jax figured this must be VP of the devil backs. Travis, but he knew the man went by Flint. Jax stood up and walked over, stomping out the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. When you pulled back from him, Jax noticed the VP patch along with everything else as you smiled, “Jax, this is Flint, VP of the devil backs. Flint, this is Jax, V” -

-”VP of samcro. I’ve been told a lot about you.” Flint’s voice was warm and a bit raspy, but there was an edge to it. He eyed Jax even as you walked to the back of the truck. Jax heard an excited squeal from you followed by, “There’s my girl!”

He heard a door creak open from a kennel, and next thing he knew there was a golden retriever running around in the dust. So you were a dog person. He liked dogs. And even if he didn’t, he would just for you. He offered his hand out to the canine who sniffed him, before lifting his hand with its cold, wet nose. It was a permission, an encouragement even, for pets. Jax smiled and got down on his haunches, scratching the dog with both hands behind the ears. The dog was enjoying it until you gave a little whistle and took off playfully running, the dog giving chase as you called, “C’mon sweet Sunshine, come see mama.”

You remind me of someone.

Fucking hell, your nickname for him. It was the name of your dog. He’d be embarassed if that wasn’t 100% on fucking brand for you. And now? He needed a fucking haircut.

His thoughts disappeared though as he watched you playing with your dog. You let out a little yelp of shock as she jumped up into your arms and knocked you on the ground, your smiling and laughing as you scratched her neck as she licked you infectious. And again. Absolutely beautiful.

He watched you stand up and dust off your clothes before you looked at sunshine, “C’mon girl, let’s go get you settled in your new home with mama, yeah?”

You and the dog disappeared inside. Jax moved to follow and Flint’s hand moved to stop him. Coming to a stop and turning to the man, Jax looked questioningly. Flint huffed, “Look, I’m not her dad, but you do anything, and I fucking mean ANYTHING, to upset her? I cut your heart out and feed it to her Sunshine, yeah?”

Jax looked into his eyes and could tell he meant every word.

He took hold of Flint’s hand and shook it, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

It was your bar’s opening night and all of samcro planned to be there. What Jax wasn’t expecting when he pulled up was to see the parking lot filled with what looked like half of Charming, and even more from maybe the town over. Not to mention, as he got off his bike, his eyes looked up and locked on Tara getting out of her car across the way. A small smile appeared on her lips and she waved ever so slightly. She waited for him to get closer and fell into step next to him. Jax didn’t say a word and so Tara took it upon herself to initiate a conversation, “You cut your hair.”

Not for you. That was his first instinct. Tara had called and texted here and there, always to just see Abel over the past few months. He’d allowed it. After all, he understood. She was attached to Abel after helping care for him for as long as she did. He huffed with a smile as he thought of Gemma though, never wanting her around when she was there. Which was all the time. Made it awkward.

He realized he didn’t say anything when she cleared her throat, so he just nodded, “Yeah…yeah I did.”

As the two of them got closer, he could hear the music playing. It was Dr. Feelgood. Opie and a couple of the guys were hanging out outside, clearly having a very good time. They nodded in greeting and as Jax got to the door, there was a change in song. Something a bit grungier. Pussy Liquor. Shortly after the start of the song, there was a muffled cheer from the crowd inside. Jax was curious why now.

Opening the door, though, he was met with a sight he didn’t expect.

“Holy shit…” he mumbled to himself, as he caught sight of you on the bar. You were on your knees. That long hair of yours was pulled back into two long pigtails that he knew ran down your back. You’d worn them before. He had thoughts of grabbing hold of them while taking you. But now? You had that same full red lip he saw you with that first day, and you were wearing a matching red velvet crop top with tattoos peaking along your exposed stomach before they got to the waistband of your leather pants. His blue eyes caught sight of your nipples hardened against the fabric and Jax had to take a moment. He lost his focus though as he watched you grab hold of half sack’s hair, of all people, and pull back to free pour a shot of whiskey into his mouth.

You stood back up and Jax just watched fucking entranced as your hips began to move to the rhythm of the music. You dipped down and handed off the bottle to Lyla.

Jax didn’t realize the two of you knew each other as she hopped on the bar with you, the two of you moving in sync. He rubbed his hand over his jaw as Lyla smacked your leather clad ass playfully. That’s when he heard Tara scoff and just, “Of course she’s a fucking whore.”

“Why are you here, Tara?” It was all Jax could think to ask his ex when he heard her insulting you.

As he turned to Tara, ready to defend you, you spotted them from where you were on the bar and found yourself happy the song was ending so you could get down. He was standing so close to her, it almost looked intimate. Not that it was your business in any way. What you missed was Jax grabbing hold of Tara’s arm to pull her off to the side as he raised his voice, “You cause any problems tonight Tara, and I swear…” Jax’s jaw flexed with his frustration, “You’ll regret it.”

“Relax Jax. Now that I’ve seen her I get it. But once you use her, you’ll come back to me. So, I’ll see you sooner rather than later, yeah Jax?” She smiled at him in a wicked manner and Jax backed away with his hands up, wanting nothing to do with her now.

He pushed through to the bar just as you turned around. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you saw his haircut. You figured once he heard you call your dog by name, he’d put two and two together. Though, a strange part of you missed it? That felt strange. You shouted over the music and noise, “You cut your hair, sunshine. Wouldn’t have seen that coming.”

With a smile you poured him the same bourbon he drank yesterday, pushing the glass his way. Jax picked it up and knocked it back, “You’re one to talk. Didn’t expect you to be dancing on the bar, just looking beautiful behind it. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I didn’t think you would.” You poured yourself a shot of tequila and knocked it back with a wicked gleam to your eye, one that had Jax coming to life in a whole new way. He was curious as to what you were going to say next, but then suddenly a hand appeared on his shoulder and you watched Ima’s arms work their way around his neck as she whispered a hello into his ear.

You couldn’t make out what she said as she told Jax, “Saw you ditch the girl you were with back there handsome. Thought I’d come over and see if you’d get me a drink.”

She turned to you, “Jax here wants to buy me a drink, girl. Pour your best for me, yeah?”

Jesus Christ. If it wasn’t Tara, was it going to be Ima? Whatever thoughts were running through your head about Jax, Ima was a bucket of cold water. You smiled at her as you spoke up, “Absolutely babe. In fact, I know a drink just for you” - as you spoke you picked up one of the bar mats and drained it into a shot glass before pushing it at her - “it’s called trash for trash.”

At that, you walked away and didn’t look back. You didn’t see Jax laughing or that Ima was pissed. Instead, you walked to the other end and found yourself in front of Chibs with a blonde sitting on his lap, their eyes only on each other. You felt bad interrupting but you didn’t want to walk to the other side again just yet. Instead, you spoke up, “You two need anything?”

“I’d love another glass of tha’ scotch you poured me earlier, lass. Shiv here’ll take a whiskey.” You watched as he kissed her hand before dropping it in her lap to grab hold of her ass again with his free hand. With a smile, Chibs spoke up while you poured, “Lass, this is Shiv, my old lady. Shiv, this is” - he took a moment trying to remember Jax’s nickname for you - “the infamous Trouble, shot up the clubhouse a while back at three in the morning if ya remember tha’ mo cridhe.”

Shiv’s eyes fell on you with excitement before holding her hand out to shake yours with. As you took it, she clamored, “Big fan already. Going to be real good friends, you and I.”

“And tha’ is frightening.” Chibs took a gulp of his freshly poured Scotch as you two got acquainted.

You smiled at her before nodding to Chibs, “And that sounds promising to me.”

Meanwhile, Jax was watching you closely as you spoke with Chibs and met Shiv. A smile appeared on his face just as you smiled. Good. He wanted you and Shiv to be friends. Though, it was partially for selfish reasons. Another thing tying you to him in some way. He patted the bar before pushing off of it, heading outside to meet with the guys, taking one last look at you.

You looked down the bar for him, and noticed him missing just as Shiv commented, “Looking for Jax?”

“What?” It didn’t register at first, because you were looking for Jax and it distracted you. Then you realized and laughed, “No, just seeing if Ima took her trash shot or not. But it appears not. Shame.”

The bar was packed so you didn’t see a very particular person slip inside. Dave. The man you followed to town to keep an eye on. The one that brutally assaulted you all those years ago. And just like you wanted to keep an eye on him, he wanted to keep an eye on you. He was taking his time to put a few discreetly hidden cameras in place, no one paying him any mind on account of being drunk.

Shiv smiled knowingly at Chibs before looking to you, “Yeah, of course you are.”

“Look, we really are just friends Shiv.” You took a second to take a drink order from the person that just stumbled up to the bar. As you made an old fashioned, Shiv watched you patiently and asked, “But does he know that?”

“I haven’t given him any sort of indication it’s anything more than that.” You put the drink in the bar and took the cash to close them out. They weren’t wanting a tab.

At the same time, Chibs whispered in Shiv’s ear, “I’m gonna head outside lass. Are ya wantin’ to stay here?”

“Yeah baby I’m gonna stay right here.” You looked away as Chibs kissed Shiv before patting her on the ass. She stood up and let Chibs go with his drink before sitting back down to observe her new friend.

Chibs walked outside and heard his boys laughing, “What’d I miss boys?”

Opie was the first to speak up, “Giving Jax some difficulty over his girl in there. He’s trying to say it’s not like that. But we’ve all seen how he looks at her.”

“Hey it’s not like th”-

“Nah man, we both saw you, especially the past couple weeks finishing the job up”, Juice interrupted.

Jax took a long drag off his cigarette before exhaling and smiling coyly, “Y’all done?”

“For now, only because we’re out of drink.”

Chibs took Opie’s vacated seat as they went back in and left him with just Jax. Chibs huffed a little as he lit a cigarette. Leaning back with it, Jax asked, “Where is Shiv?”

“Left her inside. She wanted to get to know your Trouble.”

Jax thought of the way you were as you’d opened up to him more and more and asked a simple question, “You sure that’s a wise move? You know, for Charming?”

Chibs laughed before retorting, “Probably not Jackie boy. But uh…what’s the deal with the two of you?”

“Oh, I am absolutely crazy about her, man.”

Chibs winced as he hit his cigarette, asking, “Don’t ya think she should know about tha’?”

Jax looked a little contemplative, but mostly a little hurt as he responded, “She has a lot of issues with MCs man, and about the life. Dear old dad and mom didn’t exactly leave her with a very good impression, you know?”

“Sounds like you just have to give her a different one then, Jackie boy.”

Jax lit another cigarette as he laughed, “Is it Shiv that made you so wise, old man?”

Chibs was about to give a retort when the boys joined back, this time with Happy and Half Sack in tow, all of them laughing until Happy spoke up, “Tell you what Jax, if you don’t lock that woman down soon, I sure as hell am gonna try after tonight. Jesus. Did you see her up on that bar?”

Jax felt his right hand instinctively flex and he pushed down the urge to knock Happy out for the comment, because Jax had no right to be so possessive and deep down he knew that. But the less logical side was strong and it didn’t want to see you with anyone that wasn’t him. Juice elbowed Happy in the ribs and nodded to Jax. Happy let out a low whistle, “Jesus you two weren’t kidding.”

Jax let out a sigh, realizing why Happy said anything, “Can you guys give it a rest?”

The time flew by, and before you knew it, you were outside saying goodbye to your new favorite person. Shiv climbed on the back of Chibs’s motorcycle and you waved before speaking up, “See you tomorrow?” The two of you had made plans to hang out here while you were closed. You figured you needed a friend and she seemed like she was going to be a fun one.

“Oh absolutely!”

Shiv smiled before resting the side of her face on Chibs’s back as she told him, “Take me home, baby.”

You backed up and headed inside to an empty bar as he started his bike and took off into the night. Or, what you thought was an empty bar. You let out a sigh. Why’d you send Lyla and the others home? Clean up was on you, and you regretted it. However, as you turned the lights up, you saw Jax sitting at the bar, “Did you lose Ima sunshine? Because I don’t think she’s here. Might want to look outside. It’s where strays usually gather.”

“Oh, I want nothing to do with Ima.”

“Is that right?” The way he was looking at you sent your heart racing just a bit. Suddenly feeling shy, you looked down with a small smile and Jax wanted to take you right there at such a small gesture of shyness. You cleared your throat and spoke up, voice laced with another emotion, “And what about Tara? Saw you with her when you came in. You two looked awfully close.”

Jealousy. Jax tried to hide his smile. You were jealous. He shook his head, those blue eyes of his not wavering from you for a minute, “Tara and I have a history. Not a future.”

You walked behind the bar and pulled two clean glasses and poured each of you a drink. Jax’s eyebrows shot up as you poured a very heavy hand of whiskey for the both of you. You downed yours quickly. Why were you suddenly feeling so nervous? You poured another and downed that as well when Jax’s tongue ran along his bottom lip. Jax smiled, “So…wanna tell me where you learned to dance?”

You laughed before answering, thankful for the distraction, “Same place I met Lyla.”

Jax regretted his question because your answer had his mind running wild, and he groaned, “You’re fucking killing me, Trouble.”

“Yeah, that so?” You tilted your head playfully before getting yourself on the bar and swinging your legs around so that they were on either side of him.

He looked up at you with a reverence that took you so off guard your breath caught. He stood up and had his hands on either side of your hips as he leaned in so close to you. With a small smile, he asked a question he’d asked you once before, though this time it was a whisper as he was only inches from you, “Do you trust me?”

With the whiskey settling in, your senses were that pleasant numb, your judgment gone as you answered with a playful smile, “No.”

He opened his mouth to object but you closed the distance and Jax immediately pulled your body closer to his, one of his hands running along your thigh as your legs wrapped instinctively around him. Your head fell to the side and he went to your neck naturally, falling on the spot that drove you wild with little guidance. As his teeth scraped the sensitive skin before sucking along it you let out a moan that went straight to his cock which you palmed greedily through his jeans. His lips found yours again and he could get lost in this. Your small pants and mewls he wasn’t sure you realized you were releasing were driving him further. He pulled back though as your hand reached in front and pulled the zipper down of your shirt…just as his phone started ringing.

His phone ringing pulled you out of the trance and you slowly pulled the zipper back up and Jax reached in his back pocket to find it and silence it, but noticed it was Clay. He kissed you again and muttered, “Just…one second. That’s all. Give me just a second.”

“Yeah, Clay?”

You watched as his posture changed. Club business, it had to be. You looked away and around at anything but him. Fucking club business. That was the bucket of ice to cool the situation. Jax’s voice broke you from your thoughts though, “Yeah, I can be there. But I’m gonna be maybe ten or twenty minutes behind. There’s something I have to do first.”

A smile crossed your features. You couldn’t help it. He looked so riled up, and his eyes were on you like he was ready to devour you. Perhaps….perhaps you could use him, just for the moment? If it’s all mutual anyway. And then, he hung up the phone and was on your again, hands greedily working to unbutton your pants as he groaned against your neck, “Been wanting to do this since I walked in on you, Trouble. Dying to know just what you taste like.”

Realizing what he needed the ten or so minutes for, you helped him by lifting yourself up and giving him space to pull down your pants after taking your shoes off and letting them fall to the ground. Part of you was happy that you thought to wear underwear tonight since you weren’t anticipating this. They were black lace and silk and Jax pulled those off rather fast, tucking them into his back pocket before spreading your legs open in front of him and sinking his teeth into the meat of your inner thigh. The sensation made you cry out and you felt your arousal double within seconds. His voice was husky as he spoke, “I’ll have to remember you like a little pain with your pleasure, Trouble.”

Then, his warm hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled so that you laid back some on the bar, guiding your legs to wrap around his face and fall down his back and his breath fell hot and heavy on you as he nearly growled, “Fucking perfect.”

His tongue delved into you before dragging up slowly and as it found your clit, he sucked it lightly and your thighs tensed and tightened around his head, drawing him in closer to you. You could feel his moan of appreciation reverberate through you and you cried out at the way his tongue began working you over as though this was what he was meant to do. Your hands landed on his head, grasping at the freshly cut hair in an attempt to push him away as he worked to get your bearings. His strong arms wrapped tighter around you and pulled you to him as you managed to push away, undoing your effort. Jax could feel your legs shaking slightly and his tongue made renewed efforts on your clit and your back arched, his name falling from your lips in a plea, “J-Jax…please, m’so close.”

At that he pulled away and you cried out in frustration as he loomed over you, the lower half of his face slick with your arousal. Your noises quieted as you felt his fingertips dragging along your slit…prodding slightly at the mess between your legs before traveling up and those rough calloused fingertips ghosting where his mouth just had you about to break apart. He shushed you before slowly sliding two of his thick fingers inside of you. He crooked his fingers and watched as your eyes rolled back, “Keep those beautiful eyes on me, Trouble. I wanna see that same look as last time, when I walked in on you. Been thinking about that for too long. Gotta see it, know that I’m what made you cum like that.”

“Oh, God…” you could feel yourself getting wetter, closer, at his words. Every single pump of his fingers inside of you had you wanting more and more until finally - you came undone, spasming around him as he continued his ministrations. As you came down, he kept going and suddenly leaned down to add his mouth and you were begging once more, “S’t- too much, Jax, pl-p-please! Oh fu…FUCK!”

You came again, hard. Your pussy was weeping for him, his tongue greedily replacing his fingers. As you slowly came down, Jax stood up again and used your underwear to wipe his face clean, licking his fingers after, tucking the fabric back away into his pocket.

Jax bent down and grabbed your pants, helping you to slide them back on your legs. As you hopped down from the bar in front of him, he pulled them over your ass and gave it a generous squeeze before spanking your right cheek, “Gonna enjoy exploring you more thoroughly.”

That got your attention. Your eyes looked up at him as you stammered, “J…Jax, I’m sorry. T-this, it- it can’t happen again. I, I lost judgment. This would never work.”

“On the contrary, I think it would work flawlessly,” he retorted with that signature, warm smirk you’d gotten used to. As you pushed past him and headed to the door, he added with frustration, “I would never treat you like your father did your mother, you know.”

That was when you stopped in your tracks, your eyes shining with anger at the sensitive topic, “Don’t you have to go help Clay with club business? Can’t imagine what it is so late, but it must be important.”

Jax huffed and walked to the door, stopping in front of you. You willed him to keep walking. You were also angry with yourself. Why had you allowed him to do what just happened? A moment of weakness? Jax sighed and just as you thought he was leaving, he roughly picked you up and you gasped as your back slammed into the wall. Jax’s lips were on yours and your body betraying you, you welcomed it, letting him swallow your sounds until he released you and he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “That’s what I thought. You want me as much as I want you. See you around, Trouble.”

As if to drive his point home, Jax playfully nipped at your neck before he turned to leave, eliciting an excited moan. He started his bike and went to put on his helmet. You walked outside and moved to flip him off, his laughter and voice carrying over the sound of his bike, “When and where babe.”

A few days later, Tara received a package at home.

There was a note on the manilla envelope.

Looks like you and I have the same problem. Let me know if you want to do something about that.

There was a phone number scrawled on the other side of the note, signed by a Dave. She opened the envelope and pulled out photos of Jax at the bar, your legs spread with his face buried between them. She could feel her anger swelling as she flipped to the next one, Jax holding you against a wall as he kissed you. The third and last one was right as you came on his fingers.

Angry, she ripped the photos in half and put them in the trash, contemplating what to do with the note holding Dave’s number. Hesitant but hurt, she laid it on the kitchen counter. She’d wait to see where this went. Depending on that, she’d maybe reach out to Dave. See what his idea was.

Meanwhile, Jax was getting more and more frustrated. You weren’t calling him, and you didn’t answer his calls, and Clay was keeping him busy with this Zobelle crap so he wasn’t able to go and see you. He had a feeling the more that he gave you space, the more you would find a reason to fight what was an obvious mutual attraction and god…he was aching for you.

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nelapanela94 · 3 months

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Nelaaaa!!! BB TODAY I AM HERE FOR SOME NELA X LEVI HEADCANONSJDJD .. tell me the little stufff toooooooo 🤍

Hi lovely. This one was so fun to write. <3 thank you for the request and please let me live in my delulu world 🌎

Levi and I currently live in Marley (What's left) in a coastal town where the streets finish at the beach.

Levi, though he doesn't admit it, is still afraid of the elevator. He just can't trust it. It jars him when it quivers right before stopping, and he hates it's tight and stuffy. He prefers swallowing the pain in his leg to risking getting stuck and climbs the stairs up to the third floor. And it is worse when the chains start to screech pleading for maintenance. In his defense, he claims it is a great exercise. He takes his time and says hi to the brats who live in the second floor. Sometimes he brings them desserts from the tea shop.

Levi loves sea food, specially shrimps. That is why I took some cooking classes with Niccolo. Steamed, stir-fried, tempura, in pastas, salads, rice and ceviche, I had to learn every preparation. Though we usually eat at home, we love trying new restaurants in town. From fancy to fast food. Once I tried to cajole Levi to a street food stall but he refused, questioning their cleaning procedures.

Levi owns a tea shop downtown that has been awarded twice by the city's chamber of commerce for excellence, quality and service. He was interviewed and his photo appeared in the newspaper, with Gabi and Falco thumbing up behind him. We still have the clippings of the articles, and Levi had the stars framed. He spends all day drinking tea, doing accounts, making payments to suppliers, bossing everyone around, the latter his favorite. When he loses his patience, he jabs the staff with his walking stick on the back of their knees. He also likes to go on Sundays to the spice market where herbs and spices from all corners of the world are found. He takes them home and experiments with them to develop new blends. Although sometimes we have purged by accident.

Meanwhile, I work at the post office right across the street and in my break time we had lunch together in his office and take naps.

We spend hours in the cleaning supplies aisle because Levi can't decide between lavender, cinnamon and apple or citronella. In any case, he decides on all three. One day after work, he brought home a wooden barrel with a crank handle. He explained that it was for washing clothes, although it took me a while to understand how it was operated. He acquired it at a home novelty fair after the inventor convinced him by promising to make our lives easier. I thought it was a scam, but he made it work! It really saves us time and I don't have to ruin my manicure anymore.

On my last birthday, Levi got me a gramophone. We love dancing in the living room despite our clumsy feet, and we’re often off the beat. But who cares, with a drop of wine sprinkling the mix, we hardly notice it. I’ve been collecting discs from thrift stores and garage sales, cramming our place, so Levi felt compelled to build a box to store them safely.

As you might guess, Levi is little fond of PDA. He only feels confortable holding hands, however, from time to time I’d steal a kiss to tease him. He grunts and mellows right after, blushing like a teenage boy kissing his crush for the first time. In private, on the other hand, he’s embarrassingly clingy (don’t ever mention it). When we’re reading in the sofa, he’d snuggle on my chest and loves it when I drop kisses on his head and coddle him. He loves hugs from the back and unexpected kisses on the cheek. Levi is milk with sugar but needs to keep a reputation.

We love traveling. For our honey moon, we visited a tropical island in hizuru. Roasted on the beach all day. He’s still wary of the sea water, can’t stand the slimy animals brushing his legs. But he enjoyed the scenery, the food, drinks and long loving sexy sessions in our suite with ocean view. We’ve been to other places, even though the voyage makes us seasick. We’ve seen temples, museums, archeological sites, lavender fields, all captured in photo albums.

Levi and I live a slow, tranquil life after the war. I think that we deserve that respite. <3

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 10 months

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Pre-Show Ritual (18+)

“Do I have something on my face?”

You ran a hand across your mouth, glancing down to your palm to confirm before looking up at Jack. He was sitting no more than 10 feet across from you in the greenroom, backstage at The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, in an armchair that matched the one you were sitting in.

You had tagged along with Jack and his team for a quick trip to NYC, Jack set to perform his new single “What’s Poppin” in his first TV performance. There is no way you were going to miss this, and it had always been a secret bucket list item for you to see a taping of Jimmy Fallon and get a chance to meet him.

The greenroom had cleared out about five minutes earlier when Neelam and Urban walked over to the side stage to see the other guest interviews, leaving you and Jack alone. Jack had been weirdly quiet the whole day, giving out one-word answers to your excited questions about his upcoming performance. You looked at him, taking in his form. He had chosen a white bomber jacket with “Louisville” in large, embroidered letters across the front, always taking the opportunity to rep his hometown, khaki pants with random patches on his thigh and knees and his favorite New Balance sneakers. Jack was superstitious, always choosing the same gray New Balance sneakers for his performances. While they felt a little “middle aged dad with three kids from the ‘burbs” to you, he had managed to make them seem cool and classic. The last thing you noticed was the gaudy BB Simon belt he had on, embellished with Swarovski crystals, a prop for his song where he mentioned the brand, a nod to early 2000s rap culture.

While he was obviously looking in your direction, you could tell that he was zoned out, his left leg jiggling in an anxious rhythm, not paying attention to you scarfing down a sandwich from the craft services table across the room, and not analyzing your face for any mustard you may have left on your face.

“Jack- baby?” You snapped in his direction, him reacting with a shake of his head, taking a moment to rake his hand through his mop of brown curls before meeting your eyes. “Everything okay?”, you asked responding to a look of worry across his face.

You placed your empty plate on the table between you two and rubbed your hands on your thighs, the dark wash denim acting as a pseudo napkin. You had chosen to dress comfortably, a basic hoodie underneath a trench coat you had copped from a vintage store in LA. Most of these performance days were sent waiting around in a room, so you knew better than to dress to the nines.

He still hadn’t answered you as you stood and made your way over to his chair, squatting down in front of him, using his knee for leverage. You rested you head on your closed fists and began to study his face.

Jack was usually the most confident man in any room, referring to himself as an alpha male, much to your annoyance and amusement. There was just something about him that made everyone he came across an immediate fan of him and his work. You liked to think that it was that he was so God damn handsome, towering over most people, and had a smile dentists would use in their office advertisements. While you still saw all those things in him tonight, you could tell he was uncharacteristically nervous.

“Talk to me baby, what’s going on?” you placed a hand on his leg to stop his shaking and grabbed both of his hands in yours, placing gentle kisses on his knuckles. He leaned toward you, gazing into your eyes and giving you a weak smile. “Nothing- just pre-performance nerves I guess.”

“You’ve done hundreds of performances in front of way more people then are out there tonight, this is nothing!” Jack dropped your hands lightly into your lap in response to your comment, getting up quickly and making his way over to craft table, fumbling with the basket of fruit set off to the side. “This is not just any performance” he takes a bite out of a granny smith apple with a questionable waxy exterior “this is TV. Millions of people are going to see this performance and I just don’t want to fuck anything up. You know how much my mom loves Jimmy”, his mouth still full of fruit. You reached out toward him to get his attention, knowing he hated green apples, but stopped short when you realized he was occupied. You couldn’t help but giggle as he gestured around wildly, pacing back and forth through the small room and making circles around your standing body, trying to convince not only you, but himself that he was way in over his head.

“What are you laughing at?” he stopped short of you, dropping what was left of the apple core in the trash, his eyebrows scrunched in an inquisitive manner. You grabbed both of his arms, pinning them to his side, hoping to keep him from continuing his tirade long enough to calm his nerves.

“You are fuckin’ adorable when you’re nervous, you know that?” you let out a belly laugh and placed your hands on his cheeks, using your thumbs to rub against his scraggly beard that you loved way too much. It made him look so sexy. You could tell that your attempt was working, Jack placing his hands around your waist, pulling you in closer. You moved your hands down from his beard, slowly tracing your hands down his shoulders, making sure to graze lightly over his pecs, feeling how strong and tight his body felt underneath at least two layers of clothing.

Anxiety quickly turned to lust in his bright blue eyes as Jack followed your movements, temporarily forgetting that he was about to get on the biggest stage of his career, his mind suddenly clouded with impure thoughts. As you continued to make your way down his body, Jack let out an involuntary shiver. Your hand landed on his belt buckle when he started to pull away, against his “better” judgement. “What are you doing, Y/N? As much as I would love to fuck you right here on this couch” he glanced over at the supple leather couch that must have been worth a small fortune, placing a kiss on your lips before continuing “you know I’ve got a thing for sex in public places, and this one would take the cake, I don’t want anyone to walk in on us. I’ve got a reputation to protect!” He gave you a big smile, and you matched it, knowing that he was lying. You both knew he’d love to be the rapper that was known for all his sexual conquests. He had shown you the list on his phone of all the places he wanted you both to “get it on.” (His words, not yours).

“You’re right, but I think I know the way to fix that problem”, you looked over his shoulder at the closed door. You sauntered over to the door, exaggerating the swing of your hips, Jack chucking at your attempt at seduction from afar. You quickly turned the lock of the door, the metal clang echoing throughout the room. You quickly turned to face Jack, your back pressed against the door, eyes narrowed as you focused in on what you were sure was going to release all the anxiety and stress from Jack’s body. “C’mere.” You reached out your hands in an innocent manner, no more suggestive of a hug. Jack quickly made his way to your arms, prepared to sink into your affection, when you quickly flipped the script and swung him around, so he was the one against the door. He hit is head during the flip, his face grimacing, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry boo!” Your hand slapped across your mouth in surprise, “are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He replied, now in a full fit of laughter with this situation being just what he needed to get his mind off things.

“Let’s try this again” you pressed into his body, planting a hard, passionate kiss on his lips that lasted a few seconds, both of you leaning into one another and becoming handsy. Jack slid his hands down to your low back, his fingers tangled into the waistband of your jeans, grabbing a handful of your ass in a way that made you moan in surprise. To catch your breath, you broke the seal between your lips, just mere millimeters away from another interaction. Jack kept his eyes closed in anticipation of this make out session continuing, but you had other plans.

“Look at me”, your tone made his eyes shoot open, his vision having to adjust to how close your faces were. You began to work on his belt buckle, slowly pulling the leather out of the buckle, hesitating to pull the prong out of the holes, not breaking eye contact. He had trouble concentrating on your command, his blood supply rushing to a more important area now.

“You know what made me fall in love with you?” the belt was now undone, and you began working on the button and zipper of his jeans, “I can think of a few things” Jack responded, his cockiness coming out through uneven breaths. “My height?” Jack ran his fingers up and down the small of your back as you fumbled with his pants, little space between you to making it more difficult to get to your goal. “Nope, that’s not it,” the only thing keeping you from his erected cock was his boxers, and you slipped your hand down his pants, grabbing his length in your grip, causing him to immediately groan in ecstasy. You used your left hand to slowly begin stroking his length, intent on making him feel good before he went on stage. Your right hand went to the base of his neck, providing support he so desperately needed to prevent him from buckling at the knees. “My smile?” Jack had to concentrate desperately hard to even think of anything past how good this felt, but he was enjoying having both his ego and dick stroked at the same time. “No, although that’s definitely up there on the list”, you responded pressing kisses on his neck, his chin, his cheeks to prolong his pleasure, meeting his lips in another passionate kiss, though he could barely reciprocate, only managing a deep guttural moan in your mouth. You began to quicken your strokes on his cock, his pelvis pulling in towards you at the change of pace, and you realized that he was getting close to cuming.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he praised your actions, leaning his head on your shoulder as his stomach contracted and his body collapsed, his breathing getting louder, frequent grunts and moans ensuring you were giving him exactly what he needed. You leaned your head against his, your lips close enough to whisper into his ear. Without stopping the speed and aggressiveness as you rounded the head of his cock in the way you knew he liked during a hand job, you listed some of his best features. “I love your hair, your shoulders, chest hair that trails down your stomach to your-“ you didn’t bother to finish your sentence; you both knew what you were referencing. “But most of all- I love that you don’t let anyone tell you what you can’t do” the end of your sentence was punctuated by Jack cuming into your hand, you continuing to stroke him through to the end of his orgasm.

You took your time removing your hand from Jack’s cock, relishing in the fact that you were the one that made him cum like that, that you were responsible for his pleasure, his reassurance, his relief. As you turned to wipe your hands clean in the bathroom, Jack adjusted and closed his pants button, and buckled his belt back. He took a moment to regain his consciousness and take a deep breath in response to what had just happened. He wasn’t anxious anymore. In fact, he felt fucking good, and more than ready for his first primetime performance.

After washing your hands, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and makeup, downright giddy to see Jack perform. You always felt like a proud girlfriend seeing him doing the thing he loves (second to you of course). Jack appeared in the doorframe, wrapping his arms behind you, humming in your ear. You met his eyes in the mirror and realized that his face had completely changed from earlier. This was the man you fell in love with, the self-proclaimed alpha male.

“Thank you, baby,” Jack brushed your hair off your shoulder and planted a kiss on your neck as you laid back into his hold, leaning your head to the side to expose more skin. He lingered here, planting gentle kisses in the same place, his lips barely touching your skin in a way that made your whole-body shiver. “Whatever are you talking about?” You played coy, hoping to sneak in a few more kisses. “You know just what to do to get me out of my head. And God, you sure do know how to make a man feel good”. You turned in his hold, making your chest meet his, locking eyes on his lips, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. As if you were making conversation with just his mouth, you held your gaze there. “I meant everything I said, even in the heat of the moment. I love so many things about you,” you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling, hanging on your every word, “It doesn’t matter how many people are going to see your performance, live or on the internet tomorrow. You are one of the most talented people I know, and this is only the beginning of what’s going to be an amazing career.” You grabbed Jack’s face in your hands, your kiss this time more delicate, romantic and filled with love then those before. A knock on the door interrupted your personal moment. “Jack, you’re on in five minutes”. The PA sounded rushed and overly tired on the other side of the door, Jack being her third guest she had to round up tonight. Jack bounded over to the door, quietly un-latching the lock, swinging it open to meet a petite woman with wild, curly blonde hair, a headset barely visible through the mess of locks. She was holding a walkie-talkie and clipboard haphazardly, papers randomly held beneath the clip. k

“Great, yeah I’m ready”, Jack looked back at you as he stepped into the busy hallway. Urban was waiting in the hallway, snapping pictures to try to get the best behind the scenes shot as Jack made his way to the stage. “I’m right behind you!”, you yelled behind him, guessing he probably didn’t hear you. You walked down the hall through the crowd of employees and fans of people up to the side stage and stood next to Neelam while you watched Jack get hooked up with a mic pack by the tech assistant. Jack shook off his last-minute nerves like he was about to run through the tunnel at an NBA game, and you gave him two enthusiastic thumbs up, paired with a bright smile that could barely be seen in the dark.

“This song is my jam right now. Making his TV debut, performing “What’s Poppin’”, give it up for Jack Harlow!” Jimmy sat behind his iconic desk as he held an image of Jack’s album, announcing his next guest. The music began playing as the audience cheered. You, Neelam and Urban all began dancing in place to the performance, agreeing that Jack sounded amazing. Neelam bumped you with her elbow in your side to get your attention. “Hey, what changed? When we got here Jack was a mess?”. “I just gave him a pep talk! He just needed to be reminded why he is the best”. You gave Neelam a cheeky smile and then quickly turned back to the performance, so your face didn’t give anything else away. Jack had just hit the final verse of his song. “Well, whatever you did, it worked”. Neelam begins to clap as the song ends, walking towards Jack as he runs backstage.

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tehjmastuh · 7 months

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October 4th National Emergency Alert Test Facts. DON'T PANIC!

All wireless providers carriers and TV providers will be conducting a test Nationwide. But I want to let you guys know what to expect when this test happens. The Test will commence at 2:20PM EST. Your phone will Amit a two chime square lead tone. These tones will be a ~ 932.328 Hz and a ~ 830.609 Hz For all you music majors out there. That is a Ab and a Bb the black keys on a keyboard. The tone will sound in a certain pattern. The pattern will produce one long blast, following 3 short blasts, and the pattern will repeat three times. It will sound like this.

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__________________ ______ _____ _____. TV's and radios will be slightly different then it will be on a cellular device. The message you will receive should say "THIS IS A TEST of the national wireless emergency alert systems! No action is needed." ATTENTION CONSPIRACY THEROISTS! This is only a test!! If you don't want to participate in this test. These are some things you can do. Power off your phone or put your phone in airplane mode. From what I've hear for iPhones the silence switch on the side of your phone will not silence the message. and It will still be audible. If you try to ping your phone using your apple watch and your silent function is on, it will still ping. AGAIN! This test will be for all Cellphones within range of a phone tower that is Powered "On" and not in Airplane Mode. All radios and Television Providers. Period. Just like if you were to receive and AMBER alert or Any Alerts about any severe weather or general public safety alerts. Not your Personal Computer or Laptop! This test will only last approximately 30 minutes. But you will receive the message only ONCE. For TV's and radios, the message will be broadcasted for about one minute. If you power up your cellphone after the 30 minute test. You should still NOT receive the alert!! Nothing else crazy should happen that day, we won't loose power or internet, the government is not trying take over our lives. And if you think that.. ALL INFORMATION ABOUT THIS TEST WILL BE ON FEMA'S WEBSITE!! It's against the FCC to have unauthorized signals to be transmitted from one receiver to another. All electronics and radio frequency devices must be in compliance with FCC regulations. THIS IS ONLY A TEST just like the presidential alert test that happened around the same time in the beginning of October back in 2018. For anyone else that thinks differently, I encourage you to turn off your tv's cell phones, radios, and any other communicative electronic device. Because I will be powering off my cellular devices that day as well. My thoughts. I do believe that if we don't want to be interrupted by these tests or if there were to be a real situation. We should have the right and freedom to ignore it at our own risk. This is my only take on the Government.

#FEMA #Emergency Alert System #FCC #WEA Alerts #This is only a test #Stop panicking #EAS #facts

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medusapelagia · 1 month

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Comment bingo!

This time Andy the 🐙 and I have had a lot of fun reading the wonderful new fics that have been published thanks to the @strangerthingsreversebigbang (thanks to the ST Reverse BB I was lucky enough to be one of the first to read those stories!!!) and we finally completed our bingo card!

As always go give them some love to these fics if you want to! And keep commenting!

Comment on a fic featuring a rare pair: I think of Thee by of house_of_chant ( @house-of-chant), complete, rating T, Hellcheer. Inspired by Bee ( @sunflowerharrington ) beautiful art, it’s a fluffy modern AU featuring the cutest cheerleader ever and the famous metalhead!

Comment on a fic with no comment so far: Stop insisting that I’m not a lost cause by SlippySlip ( @slippy-slip ), WIP, Rating T, insipired by a beautiful art made by LogeDraws featuring a fluffy and clumsy Steve werewolf!

Comment on a fic with a lopsided kudos to comment ratio: Cover Worthy by trans_steve_truther (@stevesno1simp), inspired by @raven-cl wonderful art, Complete, Rating E, Steddie. A photographer trans Steve meets the famous rockstar Eddie.

Comment bargaining firstborn or more: Come and Get Me by Rindecision (@rindecision), inspired by @waldos-art, WIP, Metalsandwich, Rating E, a boxing AU with my three favorites boys: Steve, Eddie and Billy!

Comment on what made you laugh/cry/scream: It’s Always Been You by Eddywow, complete, rating E, Steddie. The lovely conclusion of Eddywow Pornostar/Popstar AU

The other fics that helped me fill my bingo card under the cut!

Comment on a fic with under 50 hits: Dandelion Wishes by Carerra_os, rating T, WIP, Harringrove. This is a super sweet fic with child Billy and a very little magical Steve! And being part of the Harringrove Big Bang it also has incredible art made by Raven ! (now it has more than 50 hits like it deserves but I was lucky enough to be one of the first peole to read it!)

Theorize about world, character, and/or theme: and then you came by what_about_the_fish, rating E, WIP, Harringrove. Another incredible fic from the Harringrove Big Bang (so it has art as well! Made by Luca Doodle Doo) In a Dom/Sub universe Soft Dom Steve finds Billy, a Sub without a Dom that desperatly need one who took care of him like he deserves.

Epilogue comment: speculate on characters' futures: The Only Living Ghost In New York by beetlesandstars, rating M, complete, Steddie. A modern AU where Steve realizes that he is in love with Eddie... when Eddie gets married! It hurts so good!

Explain while the fic is better than canon: Let it happen by Romeren (, rating M, WIP, Harringrove, super sweet story written for bigbangharringrove and with beautiful art by Lemon and Apple.

Leave a long comment: Baby, I got sick this morning (heal me, darling)by TheRedHarlequin - rating: E, a lovely WIP with my favorite threesome: Steve, Billy and Eddie! Half sick fic and half magical AU! And it's not cheating if I put it again bacause it's a WIP and we finally got TO THE HOT CHAPTER and the world needs to know it! (Those are Andrew's the Octopus words, not mine, obviously...)

comment that is at least half keysmash: start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket, rating: E, complete, Steddie. This fic is SO good, I'm just at the first chapter but Wayne's characterization is amazing! If you are a Wayne lover (as I am) you have to read it!

Comment on a fic posted today: All I want for Christams is you, by LexiRoseWrites. rating: Teen and Up, Steddie, Complete. A sweet Christmas omegaverse fic!

comment detailing emotional devastation: hold me, scold me , by lydiah135 - rating: E, complete, Steddie. This fic has everythig! Transmasc Professional Dom Eddie, emotional pain and wonderful OCs! This is the 4th part of the series, I recommend to start from the first one!

revisit fic you read in the past & leave a(nother) comment: If I stare too long by brawls (brawlite) and ToAStranger, rating: E, complete- The first Metalsandwich fic I have ever read. It's hot, and fluff, and cute and it has incredible art!

Holy trinity: kudos, comment and bookmark: Sea of waking dreams by Oonionchiver, rating: E - Steddie, WIP. As everything that Azriel writes is intriguing, hot and supernatural!

Unhinged liveblogging reaction: Everybody wants you - Whataboutthefish - rating: E, complete - Harringrove. A sexy and painful song fic. It hurts so good!

Highlight & explains 3 favorite quotes: Baby, I got sick this morning (heal me, darling)by TheRedHarlequin - rating: E, a lovely WIP with my favorite threesome: Steve, Billy and Eddie! Half sick fic and half magical AU!

Find a comment you agree with & replay explaining why: The Long Night, by - Nox_Wiked - rating:E, another threesome Steve, Billy and Eddie and another WIP half survival and half unconventional omega fic!

Comment on a every chapter of a multichapter fic: Just add water by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation ( @just-my-latest-hyperfixation) -rating: E, complete, a super sweet Mermaid AU Steddie fic!

Comment on a WIP: To B, With Love by Triddlegrl (@fizzigigsimmer - rating: E, WIP an incredible Harringrove Omegaverse Western AU!

Comment on a fic posted at least 3 years ago: i think of you (i want you, too) i'd fall for you by To A Stranger - rating: E, complete, a Harringrove Criminal AU with hurt/comfort!

Leave a comment that is half emoji: what's mine is yours (to leave or take) by througheden - rating: M, complete, a Steddie sugary sweet AU with baker Eddie and nurse Steve and a lot of cakes!

Comment of a fic post in the last three days: Baby, It's Cold Outside by StitchedFox - Rating:M - complete, a Steddie Christmas fic about traditions and compromises!

promote a fic on Tumblr and/or Discord & tell the author so: All those fics!

#feed the fandom fest #comment bingo #fic rec #steddie #harringrove #metalsandwich

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gallawitchxx · 1 year

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oh hello! i was tagged by a ton of cuties to do a tag game & a picrew, so since i'm a little late to the party, i'm gonna do BOTH! ✨

& since this is a special moving edition of macy's tag game queue-sday 📦 🏠 🥳, i am going to take this opportunity to add another tidbit to the ever-growing beecy twin lore: i'm also moving! LOL. yep, that's right, after over a decade in the big apple, this northern california girl is heading to la la land! & most importantly, back to the sun! ☀️

the blonde baby bee that moved to nyc at 19 & the almost 31-year-old queer smut-writing she-devil that's moving back 😈

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please address me as: bee 🐝, bb if you're nasty 🖤

how many countries have you lived in? one

states/provinces? two

cities/towns? two, about to be three!

homes? eight, about to be nine!

road trip or long-haul flight? experience-wise, road trip! destination-wise, long-haul flights all day! although i did do a road trip from berlin to amsterdam that was chef's kiss 🚗 ✈️

on the spectrum of hoarder to minimalist, where do you fall? i think i'm closer to minimalist? but only because of how many times i've moved. however, i think my wife is more of a hoarder lol, so now we have a lot of stuff. we're also moving again. anyone want some stuff? 🥴

do you have a keepsake box/bin/bag and if so, what’s in it? of course! though last year, a box of all of my journals & theatre playbills from an entire decade in nyc was ruined... 😤 so now it's my witchy things, nice notes from pals, little knicknacks that i can't part with, photos, those kinds of thing! ❤️

if you could live anywhere, where would you live? wherever my wife is 🥺

favorite place in your home? ya know, right now, it's my bed. because i love my bed. but i'm about to fall in love with a whole new space... so i'll get back to y'all on this one! 🤘🏼

finally, what’s your current favorite item in your home? hahahah ok ok i used to have a fancy job that allowed me to be around a lot of fancy people. so we have a stool in our house called "the margot robbie stool." because one time margot robbie sat on it LOL. but it's a great stool & i use it as an altar space, so we're absolutely bringing it to the new house 😌

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i was tagged by a gaggle of gorgeous goblins (@celestialmickey @mishervellous @suzy-queued @energievie @grumble-fish @rereadanon @squidyyy23 @mmmichyyy @whatwouldmickeydo @metalheadmickey @y0itsbri & @creepkinginc ). thank you pals, i love you pals!

i'm not gonna tag anyone because i'm feeling late the the party? but tag me if you want to do the picrew or the tag games! xx

#the world's most bittersweet move 🍎 -> ☀️#thank god for tumblr slash the internet slash online pals that became real life pals & will stay that way forever 🖤😭🖤#brb must go lay down #jk i must go get rid of some Stuff™️#seriously does anyone need Stuff™️???#tag game tuesday #tag game #picrew #bee flies west ☀️🌊🌴😎

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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the power of love | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; …. so …. I couldn’t pick between Eddie and Steve. And apparently, my idiot brain decided well hey, just write similar versions/plots for both your babies, Ashes. So here we are. This is yet another x reader mini series. Each version has it’s own take on a Henderson!fem reader -this one is artsy/stoner/smart as fuck but also kind of an airhead / likes to be a little antagonist / a huuuuge caretaker vibe, just an fyi. I’ll keep them both going but feedback is a motivator as to how frequently they’ll get updated. Right now, this is all I got, babes. So if you wanna see more, idk. We’ll see.

An fyi, this starts off kind of similar / has a similar plot to the Eddie one I just posted which is found -> here and yes... both are named after songs.

PAIRING ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader

TIMELINE / OTHER STUFF TO NOTE ; As stated in all my other x reader fics that belong to Stranger things, the Upside Down and all it’s unholy horrors are left out. The timeline for this is 84 almost the weekend after Nancy and Steve's break-up. If you like normal / slice of life / romance-y type shit, this is that.

TAG LIST ; @musichealsscars @hcloangcls @allelitesmut and @aries-arcade are the only ones currently on my Stranger Things tag. I throw out a courtesy tag to @rampagewriting -feel free to ignore if you wanna bb. if you’d like to be added to my taglists for ANYTHING including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

WARNINGS ; reader is a bit of an airheaded troublemaker, kissing/making out / eventual filth, spontaneous + wild daredevil reader (trust me. this needs a warning), mention of the devils lettuce, mention of underage drinking, at some point there's a real good possibility that Billy gets told tf off because he picks on steve and intimidates Lucas and those kids are readers babies i s2g.

OTHER STUFF ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || REQUESTS ARE OPEN (PLS.. PLS… SEND ME THINGS) BUT THEY’RE LIMITED TO HEADCANON ASKS + FILTH/FLUFF ALPHABET LETTERS AND I’M NOT ACCEPTING WRESTLING / WRESTLERS IN MY ASK BOX. ANY OTHER FANDOM/CHARACTER BUT WRESTLING THAT I HAPPEN TO WRITE FOR IS FINE AND I BEG OF YOU -> SEND ME THINGS.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING REPOSTED ELSEWHERE OR COPIED/REWORKED/REWRITTEN AND REPOSTED HERE OR ELSEWHERE. YOU DON’T OWN THIS, I DO. SO LIKE… DON’T STEAL MY SHIT.

You dash down the noisy hallway, your clothes and body a multitude of different colors. You’re wielding a paintbrush as you chase down your friend Valerie, taunting her with what will happen when you finally catch her. As you all but baseball slide around a corner in the hallway because the floor is wet, you smash into Steve Harrington, who is standing in the middle of the hallway, shooting the shit with Tommy Hagan..

The collision sends you onto the floor with an unceremonious “Hmmph.” as you settle on it on your ass. You’re about to quickly scramble to your feet but Steve reaches down and grabs hold of your hand wordlessly, hauling you up off the floor. When he pulls just a little too hard, you’re thrust right up against him and for a second or two, you linger. Because the scent of his hairspray and his cologne are calming somehow and you need to catch your breath before you go hauling ass away to find Valerie and finish your little paint war.

And then, with a cute little smile as you begrudgingly pull yourself away from the guy, you’re off to the races again. Steve breathes in and out. His breath is just a little shakier and he can’t help but notice it. The scent of vanilla, apple shampoo and something spicier are clinging to his body and stuck in his nose. Tommy snickers to himself quietly.

“She’s been in our homeroom class the past three years, Harrington. You seriously noticed Nancy Wheeler before her?” Tommy’s brow is raised as if the realization has him puzzled. Steve scowls at Tommy and tries to downplay as if everything is absolutely fine and there’s absolutely nothing going on in his head at the moment.

To be fair, there really isn’t.

When he pulled you up off the hallway floor and the end result was your body gently catapulted right up against his, it’s as if his brain went brrr.

“You’re an idiot. There’s no nice way to say it, man. If given the choice between her and Nancy Wheeler…” Tommy chuckles and throws up his hands when Steve’s response to his words is a cross scowl.

“The worst you’d have to worry about outta her is what weird fuckin awkward situation she’s gonna get in the middle of next, Harrington. Like… she’s real smart… Just isn’t on a first name basis with common sense or thinking things through… It’s an artist thing, I think.” Tommy points out, his words dying away in a quiet laugh.

Steve’s brow raises. Tommy goes on to explain that you’re just a little on the wild side. That so far, you’ve had at least three detentions just this month alone and one of them was all due to some guy on the basketball team with them cornering you and you, putting said guy on his back in front of the entire class. That when all of them were up at the quarry swimming over the summer, you dove off of the second highest cliff and your friend had to swim out and get you because you didn’t stop to think, oh hey, can’t swim, probably shouldn’t do that. Then he goes on to tell Steve about the fact that you’re one of the so-called artsy stoner kids. The ones who always reek of patchouli -according to Tommy, at least, and more often than not are either found in the art class, the shop class or the lawn outside the cafeteria if the weather is nice enough, usually kicking around a soccer ball or tossing a frisbee.

Steve takes it all in. He spots you down the hallway around the same time he hears the laughter and the yelling. You’re running back towards him and now you have a bright yellow handprint on the left side of your face. Valerie is hot on your heels with wet red paint on her raised right hand.

The teacher swears under his breath when he steps out, putting a halt to your run and Valerie’s run.

“No running!”

“Sorry.” Valerie giggles.

“Oopsie.” you give a little cringe as you say it.

Somehow, Steve can look at the teacher and just tell that the teacher doesn’t believe either one of you as you act all sheepish and apologetic, but you’re giving the old man this little pout and with more grumbling, he steps back into the teachers lounge.

You dart back down the hall in the direction of him and Tommy again, this time, you shove between them. Tommy’s laughing and he calls out to you as you go, “Hey! Guy just said no runnin, woman!”

You turn and fix your gaze on Tommy Hagan. Then you stick your tongue out. “Yeah? Well since I don’t see him…” you shrug and then you smirk. “You gonna snitch on me, Hagan?” you pout a little and Tommy laughs, shaking his head no. “Nah, you’re good.”

Your eyes wind up fixed on Steve Harrington but you’re not entirely sure why.

After all, he is the boyfriend of Nancy Wheeler and you don’t really speak to her unless it’s something pertaining to your little brothers because they happen to be friends. Beyond that, you really don’t bother. You’re like night and day, the two of you. It’s not that you don’t like her, it’s more or less that she’s not one of your favorite people for a few different reasons.

So it’s not as if you and Steve Harrington run in the same circle. It’s not as if you want to, either. The only reason you’re even a little nice to his friend Tommy is because when you were kids, Tommy used to beat up the boys who picked on you until you cried. Your mom says Tommy Hagan was your first -and only, boyfriend -to date. You beg to differ. In Carol’s case, you were bunkmates several years in a row at summer camp. And while you don’t really like each other, you don’t entirely hate her, either.

But it’s not as if you really talk to Tommy or Carol much at all during school hours. Or if you see them out around town, for that matter. You’re just not that close.

Your hand raises and you tangle your fingers in your hair as you pop a bubble with your gum. Steve grimaces because as your hand lowers from your hair, there’s vibrant purple paint stuck to it. You shrug it off because a little paint in your hair will be a tame day at school in the eyes of your mom, Claudia and your little brother, Dustin.

Steve can’t help but laugh and given the way things have been with him lately, laughter feels good. He’s sizing you up before he even realizes it. And he tries not to, but he thinks back to a few minutes earlier, when you were sort of awkwardly leaned against him, probably trying to just catch your breath after running breakneck speed down the hallway.

Your forehead is just barely level with the center of his chest. And Steve’s always had this thing about the shorter ones. He’s drawn to it, he literally eats it up.

“Hey!” your friend shouting at you from the double doors on the end of the hallway are what finally drag you out of the depths of Steve’s stupid big brown eyes. You bite your lip, give a little wave and you shove your way through the throng of students until you’re gone from his sight.

Tommy lets out a low whistle.

“Damn.” he fans himself.

Steve blinks. “What?”

“Don’t what me, Harrington. You know exactly what just happened. How’d it feel to have your little six second staredown trick turned back on you, hm?” Tommy taunts. Steve rolls his eyes and laughs. “That is not what just happened.”

“Mhm. It is. I timed it, buddy.” Tommy smirks as he says it. Steve grumbles, “Of course you did, asshole. Did she really stare for exactly six seconds, though? It..” he drags his hand through his hair, giving it a good tousle to keep the volume how he likes it, “It felt longer, Hagan, I’ll be honest.”

Tommy laughs and rolls his eyes. “Outta the frying pan and into the fire, huh?”

Steve scoffs. “What the fuck, no. Nope. No way. I am… Done after the thing with Nance. Done.”

“Mhm. Riiiight.” Tommy taunts as the two boys disappear into the gym.

— ( around lunchtime )

The grape landed on the plate in front of him and Steve grumbled, picking it up to thump it back at Carol. Tommy smirks and the next thing he does is to point you out.

It’s not like he had to, Steve saw you when you slipped into the cafeteria with your nose stuck in a book as you attempted to navigate a crowded lunchroom. When Carol happens to catch on to the fact that Steve is slightly… Distracted, she can’t help but gaze in the direction to try and identify the source.

“Seriously?” she rolls her eyes at Steve, “You couldn’t notice her before Nancy Wheeler broke your heart?”

“How do you know her?” Steve asks.

“She went to the same camp as me when we were all in middle school. She was pretty badass.” Carol drags her spoon across her pudding. “She’s been in your homeroom for three years, idiot. It’s not like you don’t know her too…” Carol points out before going silent.

The fact that Carol didn’t immediately rip into you only makes Steve a little more curious. And wary, because Carol is nothing if not a bitch for the most part.

To be fair, she didn’t exactly praise you, either. What she said could easily have been a backhanded compliment.

Across the lunch room, you’re sitting at your usual table in the back of the cafeteria and you’re staring out a window, just bored and counting down the hours until you can finally be done with your typical Monday at Hawkins High.

Valerie clears her throat.

You glance away from the window. “Yeah?”

“Did you hear what happened at Tina’s party on Friday night?”

“Nope.” you start to zone out again because gossip doesn’t really interest you.

“Nancy Wheeler broke up with Steve Harrington… For Jonathan Byers.”

You nearly choke on the cherry you’ve just popped into your mouth. “Wait.. Back up? What now? For who?”

“You heard me. She dumped Steve for Jonathan. I mean, he’s cute, but Steve is a fox.” Valerie gets a dreamy look in her eyes and you can’t help but laugh as you close the battered copy of some horror book you found in the library earlier when you were helping out during homeroom.

“He’s okay. If you like the whole fluffy hair and not a thought in his brain thing.” you shrug. You don’t mean a damn thing you’ve just said, but you’ll pretend you meant every word until your dying day. Steve Harrington probably has all the girls who aren’t falling at Billy’s feet still falling at his. The way you see it, you are not about to contribute to the growth of what’s most likely already a massive ego.

“He changed so much for her. Then she goes and does that. And cheating on him last year on top of it.” Valerie slurps her chocolate milk and you take a sip of your soda from the vending machine. You find yourself glancing over at Steve’s table in the front of the cafeteria. Where nearly all the popular kids tend to sit.

When you happen to catch him looking your way, you quickly turn your attention back to the book and pretend to be reading it. It’s obvious enough that Valerie happens to glance over at the table they’re all sitting at.

“Oh my god.” Valerie’s hand goes to her mouth and her cheeks are burning red. She’s giggling.

“What, V?” you ask, but you know your best friend well enough to know it could be anything and nine out of ten, you’re just not real sure you wanna know.

“It’s Steve… He’s staring over here. Do I have any lipstick on my teeth? C’mon, help me out.” Valerie pleads. “What do I do?”

You shrug and take a bite of your yogurt. “Breathe. He’s a normal fuckin guy, holy shit.”

“Yeah now.. I mean, I suppose with Billy Hargrove coming to Hawkins he’s on his way down from the ranks. But he used to be King Steve.”

You snicker quietly. “Sorry, It’s just absurd. He’s just a normal guy. He’s not some celebrity or anything. I mean, he’s pretty enough to be an underwear model, yeah.. But he’s not. And they aren’t demigods or something. None of them. They just pretend they are.”

“And yet, you’re kind of friends with two of them.” Valerie points out that on occasion, you do talk to Tommy Hagan and his girlfriend Carol.

“Not really though?” you shrug off Valerie’s statement and you dig into your yogurt. When you find yourself looking over yet again and you find Steve just kind of watching you… again… You stick out your tongue at him, hold his gaze for six seconds exactly and then you look down, the whole thing quickly forgotten about in favor of the horror story you’re reading.

As you make your way out of the cafeteria, you wind up walking right into Steve's back because you’re walking and reading still and totally unaware of anything going on around you and Steve was standing there, waiting on Tommy and Carol to get their trays put away. Steve turns and clears his throat, reaching out to lower the book.

“Y’know, that’s not a good habit to have.” he nods to the book. You tilt your head a little, gazing up at him with a little smirk. “Reading? Or reading while walking?”

“Readin when you’re walkin.” Steve coughs when he says it and he shuffles his feet. His eyes settle on your mouth and you lick your lips. Laughing softly as you shrug. “Hasn’t ever hurt me before.”

“It nearly got you knocked down just now though.” Steve is looking at you with concern.

“But it didn’t.” you argue, this little twinkle in your eyes that leads Steve to assume that yes, you’re being a little shit and you’re probably doing it deliberately.

Tommy wasn’t lying earlier when he issued the warning that you were a handful.

Before he can come up with some kind of argument to respond with, you’ve already started to walk away, vanishing through the double doors and into the hallway while he stood there, grumbling about the way you like to walk away like you seem to.

It’s a grumbled rant that Carol happens to overhear and promptly doubles over in laughter. “She does it to everybody. If she’s done with the conversation, she’s done.”

“Kind of like a cat.” Steve blurts out, making Carol laugh even harder. “Yeah. I guess so.”

— after school

The screech of brakes being slammed on from the street that runs past Hawkins High and Hawkins Middle has you and Valerie cringing. You happen to spot the cause of the commotion right around the time that both the drivers are out in the middle of the street arguing. One driver slammed on brakes to avoid hitting a puppy and the other driver, who wasn’t watching the line and flow of traffic, rear ended the other driver. The puppy is limping away, trying to hurry but it’s been injured.

You’re about to shove your backpack at Valerie but she takes it. “Go on. Want me to hang around and wait?” she’s laughing. This is not the first time you’ve rescued an animal. Far from it.

You turn back to give her the thumbs up and in the process, you nearly wind up sideswiped by a lime green Pinto, the driver wasn’t even paying attention to the road in front of him, otherwise, he’d have seen you about to try and cross the street... If not for Steve picking you up by the hips and moving you out of the way, you would’ve gotten hit trying to get to the injured puppy.

“Fuckin prick. The hell did he get his license anyway, a crackerjack box?” you grumble to yourself as you extract yourself from Steve’s strong grip and stand in the middle of the sidewalk next to the road you’d been about to cross to get to the puppy. You’re holding up your middle finger in the hopes that the driver of the speeding car sees you doing it in his rearview.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Steve doesn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but it does. You bite your lip and nod towards the park across the street wordlessly. The two cars involved in the little fender bender minutes ago are still there, holding up traffic, the drivers arguing. “When that idiot rear-ended the other one,” you pause and point to the fender-bender and the drivers arguing, “ a puppy got hit or something. I was going to get it.”

Steve is still trying to get his heart down out of his throat because if Tommy hadn’t seen and tried to shout, he wouldn’t have seen the car speeding towards you like a bat out of hell, the driver not paying a lick of attention to the road in front of him and you, as per usual, not paying any attention to your surroundings like you should.

“You have got to pay attention to your surroundings, holy fuck.” Steve grumbles, rubbing his temples. He gazes at the park across the street and then glances back at you. “Okay, alright. Let’s go find this puppy.”

You raise a brow. “I can handle it.”

“You nearly got run over. I’m comin too.” Steve insists, adding a second or two later, “Look, it’ll make me feel better, alright?”

“Ugh, fiiine.” you blow at hair that’s fallen into your eyes. The two of you start across the road, Steve grabbing hold of your hand halfway across. Your eyes settle on the way his hand covers your hand and you start to say something or pull your hand back but for some reason, you decide not to.

By now, Valerie -as well as Tommy and Carol are hurrying across the street too, curious.

You spot the puppy just as it darts into a cluster of flower bushes and you bolt in the direction, just barely missing a good chance to grab the puppy. You scowl and get down on all fours, trying to push the bushes apart enough that you can at least see where the puppy might have gone.

Steve goes around to the other side and when he sees the fuzzy little pup poke its head out, he reaches in and grabs it. Then he makes his way around to where you’re perched on all fours on the other side of the bushes trying to call the pup to you and he taps your shoulder.

“Be gentle.” he advises as he places the puppy into your arms once you’re on your feet again. As he’s handing you the puppy, his hands linger on your arms. You can’t help but notice it.

“Thank you.” you give him another cute little smile before taking off over to where your best friend is sitting on the rail of the gazebo with Tommy and Carol.

All three of them completely stop talking as you approach with Steve lagging behind you.

Valerie gives Carol this little wink that she tends to give when she’s up to something but you don’t really think about it at the time.

“Aw! Let me see the little guy!” Valerie takes the puppy out of your arms and the two of you sit down on the whitewashed wood plank floor of the gazebo as you check the puppy for any obvious injuries. You find a wound on one of its legs and you cringe as you look closer. “Oh no, poor little guy.”

“We’ll take him over to my mom’s clinic when we drop our brothers off at the arcade.” Valerie says it and you nod. “Yeah, yeah.. Definitely. We wanna make sure he doesn’t have any internal injuries.” you agree.

Steve is leaned against a gazebo post, watching you quietly.

Tommy stops beside him and clears his throat while laughing. “You comin with me and Carol to the diner, man?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” Steve walks away with Tommy and Carol, back to where he parked his car in the high school parking lot.

— ( the next day )

The bell is just a mere two seconds from ringing and there’s still no sign of you. Just as the bell starts, the door bursts open and you rush in, breathless. Like you’ve run a marathon.

“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Henderson. However, you are late.”

You mimic the teacher while they’re distracted and unwrap the slice of gum, popping it into your mouth. Steve taps the guy sitting behind you on the shoulder.

“Switch seats, Parker?”

The other guy shrugs and as quick and quiet as possible, Steve and Kenneth switch seats. You’re drumming your pen against your notebook and from over your shoulder, Steve can see that the page your notebook is open to is covered in doodles on the margins.

About halfway through the class, you feel a tap to your shoulder. You turn slightly, gaping when you find Steve sitting behind you instead of Kenny Parker.

“How was that uh.. The puppy?” Steve asks quietly.

You smile to yourself and whisper back, “He’s good. I’m picking him up later. Gonna name 'im Wolverine. Wolfie for short...” without looking up. You don’t dare, the teacher is a hardass. If he catches you talking during study hall, he will have something to say about it and you’re already on thin enough ice with the man this week because you were late on Monday and then again today.

You go back to doodling on the sheet of paper in the open notebook in front of you and when you hear Steve snore quietly at one point, you raise your hand to your mouth to giggle quietly. When the bell rings, he’s still sleeping.

“Hey! Hey!” you try to wake him up verbally first. But it doesn’t work.

You reach out and gingerly shake his shoulders and he comes alive. You move out of the way of his flailing arms and laugh with your hand over your mouth. “You snore like a buzzsaw, Steve.”

Steve pouts a little. And he shuffles his feet, quick to hold his notebook down to strain the tent pitched in his jeans because if you happen to look down, he’s screwed because naturally, he started to have himself a dirty dream and pitched a tent, right there in the middle of study hall.

And things are weird. More than a little awkward.

He’s painfully aware of you since you nearly took him and yourself down in the middle of the hallway yesterday morning. It’s driving him crazy and right now, with the breakup with Nance still so fresh in his mind and hurting so bad, it’s the last thing he wants to be going through and yet… It’s happening. Whether he wants it to or not.

You’re staring again, like an idiot.

It’s almost like your brain just goes brr when it comes to him since yesterday morning.

And you’re not sure why you do it because it’s definitely not a good idea, but you step closer to him and you reach up, fixing the collar on his jacket.

“I,uh.. It was bothering me the way it stands up.” you gently pat his shoulder and laugh softly. You intend to step away, put a little space between you both but it kind of feels like your feet are rooted in place. “I uh… Snoring like a buzzsaw isn’t that bad, alright? I mean… It can be kinda cute?”

You instantly begin to pray for a hole in the floor to open up and suck you down. Luckily, your feet finally seem to be working again so nearly the second you’ve blurted out the stupid random thing you just did, you can bolt immediately. And you do. In a hurry.

— ( after school - a slightly different spin on dustin and steve meeting )

Claudia is in the kitchen putting the last minute touches on pot roast. Dustin is out in the garage tinkering around with a robot he’s been working on for over a month now and you’re up in your room, sprawled across your bed with the puppy you rescued curled up against your side. As you work on homework you put off until the last minute, you’re listening to your favorite rock station, the one at least three towns over. It barely picks up, but you can just faintly hear The Runaways playing their song Cherrybomb. The puppy nuzzles it’s cold wet nose against your side and you giggle, pausing mid-sentence to look down and pet it.

Your mother calls up from the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetie!”

You slip off the bed and gently pick up the puppy. The puppy goes almost everywhere with you when you’re home. You pull open your bedroom door and peer down the stairs. The second you see Steve Harrington leaned in the doorway just chatting your mother up like it’s nothin out of the ordinary, you remember you’re not wearing pants with the oversized off the shoulder sweater and the knee socks.

You almost duck back into your room really quick but ultimately, you decide that Steve’s probably only here to begin with because he saw you listed as a tutor on the bulletin board at school. Because that has to be the only reason, right?

Claudia is definitely charmed by the teen boy standing in her doorway. When Dustin wanders in from the garage in search of a bandage and swearing up a storm about the welder being a piece of shit, he goes quiet mid-sentence upon seeing Steve Harrington hanging out in the front doorway, chatting up his mom like it’s no big deal at all.

“What are you doing here, Harrington?” Dustin questions.

Steve awkwardly drags a hand through fluffy, thick hair. “I,uh… Wait.. You’re her little brother? Hey, kid.”

“Uh-huh.” Dustin answers. Giving Steve a very wary staredown. “I thought you were dating Mike’s sister.”

“Nance broke up with me.” Steve grimaces when he says it.

Dustin remembers the conversation from the day before when he bumped into him on his way home from the arcade. Suddenly, the statement Steve made about girls hurting you and the warning not to fall in love made every bit of sense.

And Dustin could easily tell Steve that he knows at least one girl -you, who doesn’t enjoy hurting people, but at the time, he just hadn’t. He’d kept his mouth shut and nodded along, letting the older boy dispense advice because apparently, Steve Harrington just needed to get stuff off his chest.

“There a reason you’re here, Harrington?” Dustin questions.

Your mother gazes at him and gives him a light smack on the back of his head. “Dustin, don’t be rude.”

“It’s just a question, Ma.”

“It’s rude, Dusty. Go wash your hands. The pot roast should be done in five minutes. Get your sister too, while you’re up there.”

Since you could feel the awkwardness in the whole little exchange from the top of the stairs, you take a deep breath and you calmly wander down. Right past Steve and into the kitchen because you just… Need a second or two to pull yourself together because your heart is beating like crazy and you’re still reeling from the two or three really stupid things you said to him during school.

You grab yourself a Tab soda from the fridge and after opening a can of Alpo for the puppy so he can eat, you wander to the doorway of the kitchen and lean against the frame. “Steve, hi.”

“Oh my god, put on pants, what the hell is wrong with you?” Dustin’s overreaction only draws attention to the sweater and knee socks combo but to be fair, when Steve glances down, the sweater actually stops right above your knees and despite it being baggy and for the most part shapeless, it’s the bare legs and the white knee socks that get him.

He has to swallow down a lump in his throat.

All you do is give him that cute little smirking grin. It’s almost as if you’re fully aware of what you’re doing and maybe you’re trying to make things uncomfortable.

Tommy mentioned you kind of enjoyed being an antagonist on occasion. And when Carol gave him a massive infodump courtesy of her own talk with your best friend Valerie earlier, it stood to reason that Tommy wasn’t wrong. And Steve might not be imagining that you were smirking and yes, fully aware of what you were doing.

“So uh… Not that I mind, Harrington but like..” you pause and glance down at the soft pink sleeves of your Def Leppard sweater, fidgeting with the ends and the way they cover your fingers, “Why are you here, hm?”

Dustin glanced from you to Steve.

Steve shuffles his feet.

Your mother speaks up, laughing softly. “If you’d like to stay for dinner, we’re having pot roast tonight.”

You nearly choke on your tongue.

The puppy wanders right up to Steve and sits down on it’s hind end, staring up at him. Steve chuckles and bends down, carefully picking up the puppy.

“Wolfie, don’t give him kisses, buddy.” you groan when Wolverine’s first instinct is to start covering Steve’s face with dog drool as he licks him. “Sorry, oh my god.” you laugh and you’re reaching for the puppy because the last thing you want to do is have it bother Steve somehow.

Steve chuckles quietly.

“Do you mind if I stick around? I uh..” he drags his hand through his hair. Then it hits him. You did sign up to tutor this year and the coach has been really riding him about his grades.

Nance, she did too… But then she kind of stopped trying because he never wanted to listen or anything when she tried to study with him.

“I wanted to ask if you were tutoring anybody?”

You feel a little more at ease. But also, that sliver of hope you were dumb enough to let grow for the past minute or two, it died.

You were right. It had to be tutoring.

You smile. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m gonna go up to my room real quick but I’ll be right back down.” you say it and you bolt up the stairs, finding a pair of cut offs to pull on.

It’s not like anything about you is any sort of distraction and you probably don’t need to, but you just feel awkward now, especially when you stopped to think and you realized that Steve Harrington has seen way better looking girls than you and he’s seen them totally naked. So your little power move in trying to make him feel uncomfortable, well.. It probably wasn’t even noticed.

Dustin peeks into your bedroom. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“You heard the guy, Dustball. He wants tutoring.”

Dustin scoffs. Because he knows from Mike that Steve is not interested in school or academics, not even a little. Study is code for make out. “You really believe that?”

“Well, yeah.. I mean.. Why else would he ask, hm?”

“He wants to make out with you! That’s what Mike said he always did when he studied with Nancy.”

You double over laughing as you point at yourself. “You’re delusional, dustbucket.”

“You’re oblivious, gremlin.” Dustin retorts.

“I think Nancy..” Dustin shuffles his feet. “I know you’re gonna laugh, but I think Nancy really hurt him.”

You raise a brow. You do laugh a little, but then you think about it. Steve’s not the same smug, loud and cocky guy he used to be. He hasn’t been for at least a month now and you’ve heard them fighting in the hall at school before.

You nod. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

Dustin chuckles. “We should probably get down there… Before Mom adopts him and things get really weird.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah.”

And with any pressure you thought you might have felt before he confirmed he was only here to ask you to tutor him, you put down the red lipstick you’d picked up a few seconds before Dustin wandered in. It’s not like you have to make yourself look good. It’s not like anything will come from just tutoring the guy.

Right?

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archiving rpps response 2 me on the bbs bcuz the bbs has an issue of crashing and deleting posted stuffs

> i wonder how their dislike 4 bodies works in there bcuz that feels paradoxical 2 their general belief system (since bodies r one of the requirements after all) (< my comment)

Canonical why-not-put-this-in-the-actual-story answer time: To use an analogy [ ee-gad! ], it's a bit like liking cake without wanting to eat eggs on their own.

A core of the belief system the Marginals have rely on the concepts of recursion and 'emergence' (?) [ In quotes, because 'emergence' is a real philosophical concept but I am uncertain if the way I use it in the story is the same as how it's typically used in Philosophy and because I'm misosophic I won't read more about it ].

That is to say, a thing that is comprised of other things isn't exactly seen as the 'sum total of its parts' [ Though, I admit the old Marginal lore document made a claim like 'sum total of its parts and their relationships to each other'—the specification of 'and their relationships' ameliorates the sentiment but in retrospect I ought to have avoided the term 'sum total' altogether ].

When the components of something interact in a specific way, what results is something that is (maybe not precisely more, but qualitatively distinct from) the individual components themselves. Moreover, the emergent entity/phenomenon is something that the Marginals believe cannot (yet) be artificially constructed in part because of the recursive properties of components: the emergent entity is said to be less about the actual individual components themselves but more about the -relationships- that occur between these components.

It will probably be clearer to understand what I mean with an example: the Living have three primary components, a Mind, Body and Soul. A Living entity is born with all three components intrinsic in its very being, and 'Living-ness' as a phenomena is said to arise from the long-term interaction that these three components have had since birth. There is no Living being whose Mind, Body and Soul have ever experienced isolation/not being in a 'relationship' with its other components, and thus their very nature is defined by one another.

With this in mind, if you crushed a Marginal, an Angel and a Demon into one entity [ if this was even possible to do ], what would emerge is not a Living being—Angels are pure Bodies and Demons are pure Souls [ Marginals are an unusual case but I'll get to that later ]. They lack the initial starting conditions/recursive relationship of each component being, say, 'stamped' with the presence of the other.

Hence, 'Living-ness' is considered a property that is inherited, and for the Marginals it is not exactly a 'state' that one is or is-not so much as it is merely a label for what the Living are. An apple is not granted apple-ness because one uses the word 'apple' for it but an apple simply is what it is, and 'apple' is just a lexical unit used to communicate that.

[ This is the general outline of the belief system Marginals have, but it isn't 100% aligned to the Legal definition of Living in Maldevara solely because the current definition is a compromise between this description and Jacques's amendments. ]

With that in mind, Marginals find 'Bodies' in isolation as repulsive [ Actually, they also find 'Souls' repulsive and even 'Minds' to an extent but again I'll get to that ]. It's one of the reasons why the Marginals have such an ambivalent relationship to the other Immortals and even to an extent with each other. The Living are not viewed as things that simply 'have' Minds/Bodies/Souls as personal possessions of sorts, but rather they are what 'emerge' from the recursive relationships that these three components can have.

The Marginals certainly 'look up' to the Living and it's pretty much a given that nearly every Marginal capable of deeper emotions has a genuine affection for the Living [ albeit one tinged with edgy and oft sadistic inclinations ].

In Media's case, what is unusual is not so much that he cares about Jacques as a Living being [ For the Marginals, relating with the Living this way is Illegal for pragmatic purposes but having the feelings in and of themselves isn't seen as unconventional on its own ]. It's more the particulars of his feelings, which does include, as you have observed, his seeming attraction to Jacques' individual components, or from the Marginalian perspective, the implication that he thinks these individual components on their own constitute a form of Jacques-ness (a 'sum total') instead of thinking of Jacques as the 'relationship' of these three components (an 'emergent entity/phenomenon').

[ Yes, this will get addressed in the story someday, but I enjoy spoiling abstract lore like this ].

This idea of 'emergence' isn't confined to how they view the Living though but surrounds much of their other beliefs. For example, why the Marginals deify the concept of 'Love' while avoiding much of the things associated with love like physical contact, friendship, gifts, the mere act of being polite, etc.

'Love' is seen as something that emerges from a complicated system of interactions between entities or their actions [ The specifics of these are not necessarily well-defined or even coherent, and this arbitrary aspect is part of Jacques's initial criticisms of the concept ]. The Marginals again have pragmatic reasons to avoid relationships—the ones Ava describes to Bien about avoiding distractions lest their Objects come apart—but for the most part, individual 'Love-like' actions are not actually seen as significant nor having the properties of 'Love' itself despite being constituents of 'Love'.

To use the earlier analogy, a cake always has eggs (unless it's vegan but you get what I mean) but an egg by itself isn't said to have any cake-ness in its nature.

This is another reason why Media's and Jacques's relationship would be looked down on by the other Marginals if they were aware of it. It's only been somewhat implied by Jacques' canonical lovelessness, but so far the story hasn't elaborated much on the fact that much of their 'affectionate' actions for each other are routinary more than anything. To put it another way, Jacques feels an intense discomfort with the idea of 'Love' but he likes the actual sensation associated with things like, say, being hugged or receiving attention (within reason). Media acts accordingly. For the other Marginals, there's something really gross about the idea of engaging with 'Love-like' actions for the sake of the action on its own without the result of making Love 'emerge'.

Again referencing my analogy from before, it would be like eating eggs, flour, butter and sugar one-by-one and then claiming you're eating a cake. At least, Jacques and Media would insist that actually we just like eating the eggs and all as they are (albeit reluctantly on Media's end) while the Marginals would go 'Uhhh nobody wants to do that, ever, sounds like #cope because you don't know how to bake a cake, just stop.'

* As a somewhat tangential footnote, the original nature of a 'Marginal'—although they were not yet at that time called that—could be argued as being of pure 'Mind' but the current Marginals are a mish-mash of a bunch of stuff because of their use of technology to force their species's 'evolution'. This chimera-esque nature alongside their general beliefs makes them generally dislike 'pure' things, or at the very least be indifferent to them, and they generally aspire, as Gui has also pointed out, to things that exemplify the concepts of change/progress/evolution/creation/rebirth/whatever.

On that vein, the Reception openly disliking the Living is one of the main reasons they're a 'black sheep' among the Marginals.

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havent thought of a good reply 2 make but the ideas here r very cronchy

#breadavota #long post

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