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silencesscreams · 11 months

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be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

tag: @nix-rose

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ginevrapng · 6 months

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Hiii<3 im sorry, can you write something about george? I dont know, something sweet? I feel like he is like that, and i miss him so much and i love your writing so i kinda wanted to ask for that, it is totally okay if you dont do it!! Just want to say i love your writings<3 they made me feel like im living your stories, its just soo good<3 oh and sorry for my english it's not my first language

hi<33 hopefully you like this! i decided to write a sweet best friend to lovers with george. i love him so much and i feel like this trope fits him really well. {contains slight angst but blink and you'll miss it

i'm really glad you like my writing, i love to hear that it! your english is really good by the way<3

george weasley is your best friend. you met at hogwarts in your second year and by your fifth year your feelings for your best friend were less than platonic. it's frustrating being in love with your best friend, you know it's wrong and he doesn't think of you that way but at the same time you don't really blame yourself george is amazing and it's no wonder you fell for him.

george loves you and it's so obvious to everyone, at least everyone that isn't you. george is sweet and kind but with you he takes it to another level yet you're so oblivious. he's your best friend of course he's going to be more touchy with you, right?

george always pulls you towards when you're walking down corridors together, he puts his arms around you and brings you to his side when you're sitting next to each other but in your eyes it's just george being comfortable around you. he even kisses you cheek and forehead and you brush it off. george is incredibly tender with you, holding your hand gently and complimenting you everyday. "you look very pretty today love" and "another o? you're so clever sweetheart." you think those affectionate nicknames are just between best friends though, you do call him georgie when the only other person who does so is fred.

he spends his spare time with you and makes time for you between pranking. george loves it when you help him with his pranks by giving him ideas, he knows you typically try to stay away from getting properly involved worried that you'll get into trouble but he loves when you praise him about how brilliant his pranks are and how creative he is. george always makes sure that fred doesn't prank you, the last time fred pranked you was in their third year and george was pissed off, not wanting to talk to him for days. it was a harmless prank but he didn't want you to be the target of their pranks.

george comforts you whenever you need it, sometimes you can get emotional and he'll be your support. if classes are getting you down he'll be there next to you, holding you in his arms after class while you lay on his bed while he tells you about how rubbish the teacher is and how stupid the subject is, "don't let it get you down sweetheart, so what if you got a d in astronomy? sinistra is just terrible, she's even worse than snape." you knew he didn't think that but it still brought you comfort.

if someone says something mean to you they'll suffer with some harsher prank. when he overheard zacharias smith talk bad about you he made him pay the next quidditch match the gryffindors had with hufflepuffs, george focuses more on aiming any bludgers towards smith than any other hufflepuff.

george knew you'd always be friends, no matter how many hints he gave, you'd only see him as your best friend. sometimes he thinks he has a shot when he swears he sees you look at him the way he looks at you but he dismisses it. he's happy to be your best friend and he hopes that however you end up will treat you well, just as long as you don't end up liking... "i can't help it, i know i should be trying to get over him but i love him so much." he hears your voice. "he's just perfect, he's so sweet and always looks after me. he's so good at quidditch and he's so popular... i know i don't have a chance. his red hair is so hot and i lay in bed at night thinking about his lips." george hears the laughter of your friends and his heart breaks.

you deserve to be happy, you do, but the one person he wishes you didn't fall for was his twin. george feels like everyone prefers fred, george has felt second best all his life and at the end of the day george is insecure and you're one of the only person who knows this. he goes to leave not wanting to hear anything else you have to say. "he's my best friend." george immediately stops, "i mean it's george bloody weasley. he's amazing and i'm just me." george grins and he's so glad he took his time walking away before you carried on speaking.

at dinner that night he comes up to you and whispers in your ear, "come to the room of the requirement later love." you nod your head and later on you're worried that you'll get caught out of your common room after hours but you trust george and you'll risk getting into trouble if it meant spending time with him. when you arrive to the room of requirements you're shocked by the display. george has set up a midnight feast with hot chocolate for you both to warm you up, a blazing fire, a big comfy sofa and big bed. basically a big room where you can relax for the night with george. "this is amazing georgie."

george's heart is beating incredibly fast as goes to stand next to you. "i'm so glad you think so." you see pink dusting his cheeks and wonder if the room is too warm for him. he gently picks up your hand and places it on his chest where you can feel his racing heartbeat. your eyes widen as you get worried but before you can ask him if he's okay he starts speaking. he cups your cheek in his his hand, "i love you," he presses a soft kiss on your lips causing you to gasp at his confession.

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neurodivergantizzetwitch · 1 month

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ive been hearing a lot of legitimate criticism of will wood and his fan base from people who like his music, but see him as a pretentious white guy, and his fanbase as an extension of that.

now i havent been in the ww fandom v long, but given the depths i have gone in it i feel at least somewhat comfortable saying im not sure exactly where this impression is coming from.

i see him writing very eclectic erratic and idiosyncratic songs, and people having a variety of interpretations of them, and i can see how that might come off as pretentiousness, especially bc some of his fans really do cross a line in terms of a gatekeepy parasocial attachment to will

but i haven't really seen anyone going THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO INTERPRET THIS SONG YOURE STUPID IF YOU DONT SEE IT or smth to that effect

i acknowledge tho that there is also some legitimate background to this perception, bc what i have seen is:

-will playing characters live and joking w his audience in ways that are often either easily misinterpreted or clearly just someone with extreme mental health issues

-will being maybe mildly annoyed at how his fans often... over analyze his songs and upset when they overstep boundaries, and sometimes expressing that in non ideal ways.

-wills fans being incredibly obsessed with him and his music, which to the outside observer can be annoying i think (but honestly this to me reads more as a bunch of nd ppl w who have hyperfixated/have a special interest related to him)

-the lyrics to wills songs all being very confusing, especially the farther back in his discography you go, and his fans acting like their meanings are obvious on a first glance even when they arent (which is all the time)

-will pulling references from sources that can be seen as pretentious and off putting, esp when coming from a white guy (taoism, it's always sunny, modern psychology, 'classic' films, name dropping authors of philosophy, etc.)

-wills stances often being contrarian and often (especially on first glance) seemingly being that way purely for the sake of being contrarian

-will explaining his stances in fancy and grandiloquent language (a note on this one in particular: i think of this as not really a sign of being pretentious, potentially bc of my own struggles w it. i often accidentally use a bunch of complicated words and descriptions that wouldn't make sense to me if i was the one hearing them, not because im trying to be exclusionary or come off as ✨intelligent✨, but bc it was explained to me in those terms and i went through the process of studying it in that terminology and being told i had to use that terminology, and now im too dumb to translate what im thinking back into language that's actually comprehensible)

but i feel that a lot of these things are really overstated in how often they happen. by and large, i think a lot of this response is a misreading of the facts that his fanbase is really passionate to a somewhat obsessive degree, will is very passionate about the things he likes and the things he believes in, and both will and the majority of his fan base are pretty mentally unstable and/or neurodivergent.

from what ive seen, will isn't trying to be pretentious in any way and is legitimately just expressing himself. his fanbase despite their occasional issues are ultimately pretty much just very passionate people. and also he does not hate them! to quote the man himself

"guys, i don't hate you! stop telling people i hate you! stop doing that; i like you people! 99.999 percent of you are really good, and 99.999 percent of the people who piss me off are just going through it! i don't know where people are getting this idea the whole like 'will wood hates his fandom' yeah i know i said i hate you all in that song but... you know, it's a song! i like you guys."

if you have counter info/arguments though id love to see them. im always looking for new perspectives, and as i said ive *just* started listening to will wood and looking into his lore. i couldve totally missed smth and id love to hear it if i have.

#will wood #william woodiam #will wood criticism #neurodivergent

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sugasthreedollarkookie · 1 year

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Could you do some headcannons for Oliver Wood dating a Slytherin? (No smut please!)

Sure thing!!!

Pairing : Slytherin! Fem reader × Oliver Wood

Warnings : none I don't think. Mentions of toads ass???

Would walk you to all your classes, even if it means he would be a little bit late.

Study dates in the library

Hogsmead dates, takes you to stores and buys little trinkets for you.

You guys can't go into each other's common rooms so you'll have a bunch of secret meeting spots. Like you'll meet in the myrtles bathroom sometimes or some other far off place.

Would always be talking about quittich, you enjoy the talks because of how determined and passionate he is about them, however I feel like it could get annoying when you wanna talk about something else.

You would wear his quittich jersey during the game, or make poster boards for him. He likes it even though it's cheesy, but it makes him feel loved.

Whenever there's a quittich match and it's all rainy and cold he gets gets worried, because he knows that youre watching. He is a little less worried when he sees you with your coat and scarf huddled in a blanket with sowm slytherins.

Gryffindor and Slytherin matches always get intense. But the day of the game you guys will pretend have a rivalry? "You're going down Slytherin" "Hm.. we'll see about that Oliver." Lasts all fucking day.

You call him Olly. He fucking melts. Hands down his favorite nickname. Other people call him that, but when you do it it's just special.

His love language is most likely acts of service and physical touch. So expect him to want to do stuff for you, even simple stuff. He would help you study, or take notes for you when you're out sick. Also expect him to always want to be touching you.

Mcgonagal got so fed up with it after everytime she saw you two together he would always be super close, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing etc. She gave you both detention for a night. After that you make sure that Mcgonagal isn't around while you guys are touching.

He isn't clingy, but he does have small streaks of jealousy. But doesn't everyone?

You'll catch him looking at you from across the room, and when he notices that he's got your attention he'll wink at you. Also, when you're staring at him and he notices he'll wink. Dude is always winking.

When you blow kisses, he'll catch them in his hand and put them in his pocket. "For later." he tells you.

You'll be walking around, waiting for class to start and he'll break out into spontaneous dance and make you join him. Not like sweet slowdancing, no he's like almost breakdancing. People look at you guys weird.

People don't really understand your relationship. But who cares, they dont need to.

He would always be bringing snacks to you.

Stupid cheesy jokes.

He liked pulling pranks on you. Nothing that will make you too pissed off though.

He really likes looking at you, if you have freckles he'll touch every one, he likes tracing your features.

He also likes watching you do your makeup, not that you need it or anything. But he also likes it if you don't wear makeup.

I think that he would prefer it tbh.

He likes humming songs, and he also likes singing. He is a very good singer, who would have thought? So he'll sing to you. Which is usually interrupted by giggling from you both.

He is a very willing and attentive boyfriend. Like if you are in any extracurriculars, you've got his full support. Need pictures for Yearbook? You got it.

He really likes it when you bake for him. Because even though he doesn't really like sweets that much, he really loves yours. He swears you put crack in them.

You guys talk about the future a lot.

Even though you guys are in dif houses you guys would always eat breakfast together. When you first got together he would sit right next to you at the slytherin table. Some of them were pretty pissed off about that, but after a week they realized he wasn't gonna leave anytime soon and gave up.

His favorite part on you physically is probably your hands or your eyes.

He also likes it when you touch his hair /rub his scalp, or when you touch his cheeks in a gentle way. It just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Lots of nicknames for you. Sunshine, sunflower, my love. He also has some kind of "mean" nicknames for you, that he says with love ofc. He'll call you a toads ass while smiling like an angel.

#oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter masterlist #harry potter headcanon #oliver x reader #hp imagine #harrypotter

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therealmilfdennys · 2 years

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours.

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely)

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it.

I ama firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept.

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol.

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids.

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure.

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Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince?

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top.

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty.

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too.

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.”

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.”

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah.

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg.

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.”

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol.

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him.

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession.

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies.

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences.

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that.

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff.

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge.

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck.

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way.

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it.

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues.

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart.

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice.

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough.

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught.

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown.

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umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!!

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some.

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it.

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank.

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it.

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it.

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry.

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can."

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way?

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad."

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off.

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl"

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol.

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate)

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint.

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him.

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time.

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do.

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot.

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close.

You and him get closer too.

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove.

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry.

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites.

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch.

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT.

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer.

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants.

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together.

calls you bitch but affectionately.

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot.

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny.

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his.

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So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that.

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments.

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down.

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready.

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty.

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry.

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard.

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets.

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you.

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe.

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks.

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed.

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them.

He breaks down when you call them pretty :)

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang.

Fuck him so good his mascara runs.

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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lilysaus · 11 months

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okay. this fucking picture made me so mad i went on a 15 minute rant to my sister while she was trying to read her book.

so ive been looking at a lot of pictures of posts on pinterest because thats just where i spend most of my time. most of these posts are on the topic of adhd. ive never been properly diagnosed, but reading through these posts has made me feel so welcomed and understood (more than my parents have made me feel, pretending that this is "all just a phase that ill get over soon because pretending to have adhd is just the thing right now") that i realized ON MY OWN that "hey maybe i do have adhd." well.

i found this post while scrolling through pinterest, and it really sparked my anger.

i have a friend who was diagnosed with add before it was considered an "outdated" term and scrapped because apparently ALL FUCKING FORMS OF NEURODIVERGENCY THAT ARENT AUTISM ARE JUST "ADHD".

i read this post and it was what sparked my anger and my 15 minute rant to my sister. people who get degrees in this stuff, or counselors at schools, never really know what youre going through. all they know is that youre having some problems and they need to be solved.

which brings me back to this picture. if you look up "is add still a thing" on google, this is the first picture to pop up. and just seeing the visual aids they put with it makes me furious enough to throw something or someone out a fifth story window. the little girl is fucking SMILING while thinking about the most common shit people think us neurodivergent folks think when distracted. first off, no. false. we dont just think of video games and candy. we think of the randomest shit possible, like how long can i sit here without blinking or what kind of funny shit can i draw on this one sheet of paper.

and ALSO.

you cant just categorize adhd as TWO SEPARATE THINGS and call it good. we dont fit under two umbrellas. theres too many of us. we each have our own figurative umbrellas that only we ourselves can fit under, no one else. thats the problem with neurotypicals. they fit the typical stereotype for humans: we try to understand everything by putting it in a box. those lists of "symptoms"? i match every single one. on both sides. so ha. take that SCIENTISTS. what am i? some kind of freak of nature because i dont fit under just ONE of your precious categories?

i also looked up what "inattentive" means and it made me angrier. according to oxford languages, "inattentive" means "not paying attention to something", which doesnt seem too bad, right? it fits some people perfectly with their symptoms, right? but its not the definition that bugs me. its the example sentence thats used. "a particularly dull and inattentive student". basically saying that if you dont pay attention well to something, youre dull and boring.

im sorry, what? sometimes i have trouble paying attention, sure, but you ask any of my friends and they can agree i am NOT boring in any way, shape, or form. non of them would describe me as "dull". inattentive? sure, but not dull. so to call it "inattentive" adhd, instead of just add, is stupid! my friend with ADD (not fucking adhd, stupid scientists) is one of the funniest, most entertaining people ive ever met. shes an incredible artist, super smart, and knows how to make anyone laugh. does that sound dull to you? does she have problems focusing sometimes? yes. does she struggle with doing something sometimes? yes. but dont the rest of us?

my point is, when i see things like this, it pisses me off. like, unless all of the scientists who agreed "add" is an outdated term have it themselves, i refuse to believe its outdated and i will continue to say that my friend has it. she was literally diagnosed by the doctor telling her "you have attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder without the hyperactivity." THATS JUST FUCKING ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER YOU DUMBASS!!!

anyway, i hope im not the only one who feels this way. i just felt it necessary to get this out there. maybe someday, people wont be so dumb and single minded. in my opinion, neurodivergent people are superior in intellect and creativity, but i guess until someone like that takes over the world and dropkicks neurotypicals into the stratosphere, we'll never know.

#adhd stuff #undiagnosed adhd #living with adhd #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #add #its called add not adhd #you dumbasses #scientists are stupid sometimes #make that all the time

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shummthechumm · 6 months

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genuinely horrible how aave has been twisted into either “teen slang” or something absolutely Horrible and Ridiculous and it’s made out like these quirky white people made it when it’s existed for YEARS. it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth. especially when our language becomes a meme and something you say to b funny when this is just everyday speak for a lot of us. the shit with sus and “sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler” or whatever stupid shit makes me go Oh. okay. y’all will just say anything ig

the amount of restraint it takes for me not to physically react to nbs butchering shit they heard online is. immense.

going to a majority non-black campus has given me my fair share of antiblackness through "haha i learned a funny word on tiktok!!! rizzler pookie!!! my deadass is so silly, no cap!!" LIKE SHUT THE HELL UP!!! SILENCIO!!!

even ppl that ive made friends with start doing this (slay, banger, etc etc) and its such an awful jerk to my fucking mood bro. NOT EVEN TO MENTION...ARE YOU TRYING TO TALK TO ME WITH A BLACCENT BECAUSE IM BLACK OR ARE YOU SO DETATCHED FROM THE ORIGINAL MEANING OF THESE WORDS DO YOU GENUINELY NOT KNOW?? SHOULD I SAY SOMETHING AND RISK GETTING SHUT DOWN OR...??

part of me is glad that i went to a black-centric highschool cause idk id rather not be furthered conditioned into uncomfortable silence when a nb mf decides that a random word ive scarcely use even myself becomes their favorite buzzword of the month. it feels like EVERYTHING mooches off of black culture and it manifests through the smallest shit. im so close to blocking ppl atp but what sucks is that even then--a lot of folks genuinely dont know and would likely change their behavior if you just asked. BUT ALSO A LOT OF RACISTS DO IT TO PURPOSEFULLY!!! DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH PARANOIA THAT GIVES ME??

and the words that get butchered are just...some of the most random shit??? like theres too many regional dialects of aave for me to recount but. rizz??? thats the word yall are going to mutilate next??? YALL HAVE KIDS SAYING RIZZ??? "standing on business""??? LIKE THESE ARE WORDS/PHRASES IVE HEARD AND USED BUT NOW MY BRAIN IS GOING TO PERMENANTLY ASSOCIATE THEM AS MEME BUZZWORDS??? "ASF"??? I FEEL LIKE IM IN AN EPISODE OF ATLANTA!!

JUST THE LACK OF RESPECT AND UNDERSTANDING FOR REAL LANGUAGE IS SO SURREAL BECAUSE IVE RARELY HEAR ANY NB SPEAKING THIS WAY UNTIL SUDDENLY IT BLOWS UP ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!!

i dont know any other way to describe it then just the background surrealism episodes of atlanta give off. like the ultimate gaslighting of shit that is obviously off-putting and weird but the majority of niggas doing the harm in the first place either want to convince you its ok or dont realize the effect of their actions. and you dont know which.

#antiblackness mention #aave #ask #coywolves #anyway: me asf #<----(sarcastic intentional butchering)#“that word is aave!!! i had no idea!!” yeah i know. you dont have to play up your guilt most nbs i talk to “didnt know”#and its just like. ik i cant control what ppl do or say but that doesnt make me NOT want to violently slam my head into the nearest table #added the cut cuz i went on a ramble sowwy #dont have much space to vent abt this most of the time #or at least i feel i dont

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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A/N = I saw this picture on pinterest and knew I wanted to write something about someone having a petty/hot af gym experience with Toji. I read and edited as much as my eyes would allow. And as always, any grammatical/otherwise errors, lemme know.

T/W = Oral (M->F), brief masturbation, y/n calls Toji "Daddy", lots of unnecessary language, spanking, man in women's locker room (shower), 1 pussy slap, name calling (bitch). And others.

Bastard!Toji hones in on one woman at the gym. They do petty shit to one another, especially at the end.

"Don't call me a bitch.

Bitch"

Most of my dividers were made by @cafekitsune Go. Look. At. Them. They're amaze-balls.

MDNI/NSFW/🔞 -> under the cut.

You stood in your apartment buildings gym and filled your water bottle. Silently working yourself up as this asshole had been on one of your favorite weight machines for well past the 10-minute allotment.

"Tch, motherfucker. He's always doing that! I should turn him in to ... to ... someone." Toji looks up at you, smiles and winks. He motions and mouths the words "You want it?" And waves you over.

Ok, so maybe I was wrong about him, you thought. You put the lid back on your water bottle and walk over to him.

"Hey, sweetheart." Your eyebrows flew up at the cheese he was spewing from his scarred mouth. "You want this after me? I have 30 more reps to do on this arm and 50 on the other. Why don'cha give me your number and I'll call you when it's free. Yeah? My phone is in my front pocket. Go ahead and dig around until you feel something hard and grab it. Play with that for a bit, and then find my phone." He was so foul.

"Don't. Dont call me that." You noticed right away that it was not a question. He'd told you to grab his cock, give him your number, and he'd give you a ring when the machine was free.

"Hard pass, thanksanywaythough." Your words ran together as you denied his ... offer? Was it an offer? No. He was a bastard who saw you as nothing but his next meal. His next conquest.

"There's plenty of other equipment I can use and get the same result. But I s'pose you'd know that if you actually knew what you were doing." You turned on your heels and went across the room. Away from him and his stupid fucking pants that left very little to the imagination.

You started work on another machine, and you didn't take your eyes off of him from the waist down until you'd finished.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 2 weeks later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

You'd just gotten home from a terrible day at work. All you wanted was to eat a pint of Icing on the Cake and then rage-exercise your feelings away. But something gnawed at the back of your mind. It was a Friday and still relatively early in the afternoon.

You twisted your hair around your finger and wondered if he was down there. "The fuck ... am I thinking! I don't CARE. I DON'T CARE if he's there or not. But ... Fuck this." You threw your smallest workout clothes on, the ones that covered the least amount of skin, grabbed a clean water bottle and headed out the door.

The elevator door slid open, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. "Are you ... fffuck. Of course, you'd be on right now." He was the last person you wanted to deal with. "Look, I had a seriously shit day. I want the machine first. Ok? You can have it all you want over the weekend." You decided for him. An offer he surely couldn't refuse. Right?

"Oh, darlin'. That's absolute shit that you had such a bad day. I'll tell you what, I get it first, and then you can have it after me for the foreseeable future. Mm?"

Your head tipped down so low your chin met the skin of your upper chest. A twisted laugh fell from your lips. "No. That's not what I said. The first thing I said to you was I wanted the fucking thing. Ok! Why are you acting like a toddler that can't have a toy he wants? Jesus. Just, don't talk to me anymore. I really don't like you."

"Oh. Come now, sweetheart. You know you don't mean that." He rubbed the scar on his mouth and purposely licked his lips.

The elevator stopped on the gym floor, and you stepped in front of him to block him from leaving first. Well, that was stupid.

He was over 6' tall. His muscles alone weighed more than you and your 5'3 frame. He lifted you with one arm and held you to the front of his hard body. Each carved muscle crevice sticking into your back made you want to stop struggling against him. But if you did that, you'd ultimately just be giving him what he wants: submission. And you'd sooner eat dirt than let him get anything from you.

"Put me down, you overgrown weed! What the fuck, man?!" You squirmed and fought his hold on you to no avail. "Ok, ok, oh-kayyy. Truce. Mercy. Uncle. Whatever but put me down! Please."

Your meager attempt at calming yourself made him laugh. The sound seeped into your ears. You weren't hating it. Laughter always held a certain spot in your heart. It didn't change the fact that you still hated him, though.

He dropped you to the floor, and you almost fell. "Nice, asshole." You hissed. "I. Am. Getting. That. Machine!" You scrambled to your feet and ran toward your goal.

You made it, too. But something was missing. You looked around you for your bottle of water but it wasn't anywhere to be found.

Until.

You looked around to find Toji. The son of a bitch was drinking from it. From your water. He finished a few giant gulps and dumped the rest over his body. Not only was the fucker getting to you with his obscenely palatable looks, but now his wet pants clung to his crotch even tighter than before. You'd be damned if your eyes didn't trail down his chest and rest on his bulging cock.

He watched you lose every ounce of fight you had left and he flexed his long cock. Solely for you.

Oh no. You thought. Oh, no no no. Look away, y/n. Look. Away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing! Oh my god! Stop it! That's mine!! The wa– the water bottle is mine!" He polished off the bottle and threw it in the garbage. "Oh, you motherfff–"

"It's right here. Jesus. Why don't you grab a tampon and plug your hole before you stroke out. Now move. I'm first. I always go first."

"Fuck ... off. If you think that was my only water bottle then you must be dumber than you look. I'm not going anywhere. I think I'll work on my arms the whole time I'm here. Yep! Right here. On my favorite equipment. Mm-hmm. Here I go! Oh, oh yeah. That burn is ... oh shit. It's orgasmic!"

"You. Bitch." He said with no tone. And at that moment you swear a light bulb exploded over his head. "You really wanna start this shit with me? You're sure? You will be begging for me to stop by the end of the day. So help me." He promised.

He walked to the main office and you heard him say something to the manager. Then they both came out and walked toward you.

"Miss Y/L/n? Um, this is awkward. You've never caused any trouble here. And I don't know why you'd decide to start now. Over a weight machine, nonetheless. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a warning about your aggressive behavior."

You leaned into the manager's small frame. Probably not the best idea since you were accused of being 'aggressive'.

"You're, you're what? You're giving me a warning for WHAT!?" You glared at where Toji was standing; like a victim. But you saw it: the subtle uptick of the corners of his mouth. Slimy bastard.

"Mr. Fushiguro told me what happened between you with ... with the weight machine." They shook their head, disappointed in your alleged behavior. "There are signs posted all over the gym, Y/L/n. And another thing? It's immature of you to throw his water bottle away."

"I didn't ... wait ... he's the one ..." It was useless. The manager was already walking back to their dark little room. You glared incredulously at Toji.

"You're the bitch here." Your words did not affect the man. You stomped away, so pissed you don't want to do anything at all now. "I'll remember this, and you owe me a water bottle. Bitch."

Toji just took his place on the machine and began to press the weights like a working mule.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉ 1 week later⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Today was the day. You were going to get a full arm workout. Your new outfit was so cute. It showed just enough of your skin to draw his attention, but not so much he'd assume you were trying to gain his gaze.

You got into the cropped sports bra and the pants that matched it and made sure everything was pointing in the right direction. But before you went to the elevator, you smacked on a thermal lip balm. It warmed at the heat from your lips and turned a cute, natural shade of bright pink.

You didn't understand why you wanted his attention. It was fun to keep his flexing junk on a constant loop in your head, though. It was becoming a pretty big distraction. No matter how many times you took matters into your own hands and tried to relieve the ever-present want between your legs, nothing you did brought you any relief.

You decided to exercise the lust right out of you.

As you locked your door behind you, Toji showed up and stood right in front of the elevator doors. He nearly blocked your way in. "Oh god. Why? Why are you always here when I am? It's a 24-hour gym. You can go another time? Why every night at 5:30?"

He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. "First, my name isn't 'Oh god.' It's Toji. Remember that. There's a good chance you'll be sittin' on my face screaming it out." He looked down at you with a playfulness in his eyes. "My face or somethin' else. And, unfortunately, you only feel like you own 5:30 rights to the apartment's gym. I'll go whenever I fuckin' wanna go." The elevator doors opened. "You comin', sweetheart?"

There it was again. The familiar pull of your throbbing cunt toward this beast of a man. He was so big. His body was hard everywhere. Even his cock seemed to be half hard all of the time. You hoped your new workout clothes would make him sorry for ever being a shit to you.

But so far, just standing next to him, he treated you like it were any other day that you both braced at the other's presence. But he didn't change when he was near you. Only you seemed to shift.

"You can have it first, ok? Just wipe it down for fucks sake. You sweat rivers when you do that." He smiled at your concession. But that was it. He didn't say thank you or look at you.

You stepped off into the gym after he did, and you went right for the leg machines.

He looked around the space and then at you settling in to do some leg presses. "What are you doin', baby? You want to go first today, that's fine."

"No, I said you can go first. I don't care anymore."

"No, really. Go first." He sat down on the bench. "Here, I'll watch ya."

"Why the hell would I do that?! You're just gonna watch me, and then, you're gonna sit there and judge my form or some shit. You're the worst person I've ever met."

"Ok, how about we both judge each other?"

"That's stupid, Toji." You sighed. It was exhausting having to have a conversation with him. "You just want to see me bend over."

"You know me so well, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, alright. Jesus. Now, get over here, you're goin' first. And don't give me any lip ... about this, anyway. You can give me any other kinda l–"

You whacked him on the chest. "Stop there. I'll kick your ass if you finish that sentence. Got it, sweetheart?" You puffed your chest out and tried your best to be intimidating. But try as you might, Toji could squash you if he wanted to.

And oh, how you wanted him to fold you up, but you'd already decided you'd rather eat dirt than let this man within 6 inches of your dripping cunt. Wait ... did you just say dripping?

Fuh-uh-uck y/n! You're wet and it's because of him. Way to keep your eye on the balls – BALL.

Your face pinked up. And you hated yourself a little bit more for letting him get under your skin. There was something about him. His to-hell-with-it approach. You were drawn to him.

You stood with one leg crossed over the other, giving it your all to come across as though you were doing an exotic stretch.

"Hey, sweetheart, you look like you're, uh, trying not to cum. You doin' all right?" He let out a loud laugh.

You gasped at his observance. "I ... wh–. I told you not to call me that. Shut the fuck up. Take the machine. I never want to see it again." You skittered across the floor. Your hips swaying from one side to the other, and back again. For him. This guy. Such an asshole. Saying that to me. Absolutely no tact.

You got into the last shower in the women's locker room as soon as your clothes were off. The heat between your legs reaching a whole new level. And now that you think about it, you haven't felt this horny in a long time.

He was so crude and almost dirty ... and ... oh ... How you want him to fuck you.

The hot water eased some of the tension in your muscles. You washed your hair and conditioned it. When it came time to wash your body, everything was going smoothly until you started to soap up your breasts, stomach, thighs, and beyond. Turning down the water temperature, you hoped it would cool you somehow. But all it did was make you painfully aware of how badly you wanted Toji in there with you. To take the brunt of the icy spray hitting your half washed body.

It was impossible to ignore the urge to finger yourself.

You lowered your hand and your fingers ran circles around the soft flesh of your clit. It didn't take much for your walls to start contracting.

"Oh, god, mmhm."

There was a noise out in the dressing room. "Hello? I ... I h–hello? Goddamn it. I was getting close. Ok, ok." You sunk back against the opaque tiled wall and began running your fingers through your tender folds, approaching your orgasm, once again, almost too quickly.

You called out Toji's name as you came all over your hand. "Toj'– oh god, you're s'big! Yes, fuck me, Toji!" You moaned a little too loudly. Would anyone hear you? No one else was in there and the gym itself was pretty quiet for a Friday evening. Good. This was all good.

Just as you were about to turn the water off, the curtain was pulled back and your eyes popped wide open. "Oh my god! What are you doing?"

"Oh, darlin' ... I'm not the one who just blew her load while saying my name. That's just sad, sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that!! Oh, I can't believe this! How dare you come in here! All ... all fucking naked and ... and ... big! Just go away. What the fuck are you doing anyway?"

"I came in here to shower and ... wait. Did you say big? Well, darlin', that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I'll show you if you stop covering yourself."

You realized what you were doing. Your hands were covering your breasts and pussy. The cold water from the shower head was still pouring over you. You were nearly shivering.

"Fuck you, Toji. I'm not moving. You can go to a different shower. How about one in the nens locker room!"

"Now, sweetheart, why ya gotta go and be like this? You finished showerin' and fuckin'." He laughed, "Thoroughly, from what I heard." He grabbed his fat cock and pumped it in his fist a few times, slowly. "And these showers are nicer. Better water pressure. You're cold. Here, let me warm ya."

He pulled your arms down to fully expose you. "W-wait, what are you doing? Oh... god. D-don't... come closer."

"I'm not coming closer. You're the one getting closer."

You hadn't realized that it was you making your way toward him. You could feel his body pressing up against yours. "Toji, why are you ... I, please, don't. This isn't the time or place ... You need to ... to ..." You tried to sound stern but it was hard. His scent was getting stronger. His body is more intoxicating. Your words lost momentum the more you tried to convince yourself that he should stop.

He smelled like sweat and man. Not that gross, musty body odor that certain men carry after a heavy workout. This smelled like pure sex. You wanted to bottle it and save it for a rainy day.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?"

"What the hell does that even mean? And I told you to stop ... y'know, whatever. Whatever."

"You've got no sense of adventure, do ya, sweetheart. You're too afraid to admit you're not as good at hiding your desire for me than you thought. You're afraid I'll be better at pleasuring you than anyone else has been." Toji squeezed the head of his cock and threw his head back, letting out a growl.

He was standing in the shower with you now. His cock was dragging across your belly with each twist of his hips. You were quickly losing the composure you always try to maintain around Toji. He can sense the heavy shift in your energy, and he cages you in against the shower wall with his toned body.

You stood there like a baby deer in the headlights. Nothing you did would lessen your fixation on how you felt as he stood so tall over you.

It took all your reserved efforts to lift your hands and grab his biceps. He saw you struggling with this. You two had been dancing around each other for weeks. When you'd declare your hatred for him, it gave him life. He thrives on the frustration you give to him and what he gives to you.

His large palms slid down the length of your sides until he was holding your hips. He was waiting for you to either push him away or pull him closer. You chose the latter.

You brought his wet body to your face and digging your nails into him, you licked his pecs.

"Mm, there's a good girl. Now, why don't you tell Daddy what you want, hm?" You almost came when he said that.

He lifted you like you were nothing but a child's plaything. So malleable. The transparency of your newfound intention made his cock leak.

"Please, Toji."

"Daddy, sweet–sweetheart."

"P–please, Daddy. Please, fuck me. Make me cum, Daddy."

"Yeah? Well let's, mmm, see what we can – ah fuck – do about ... that ..." He had lined himself up with your hole, teasing you, making you beg. You couldn't even look at him. Not only were you embarrassed, but he was just too intimidating. "Come on, baby. Tell me, how much ya want it."

"M'Toj', s‐someone might come in."

He kissed your wet breasts and assured you, "The only ones comin' in here will be me and you. I sent everyone home. Told'm I'd lock up when we were done."

"Wh– how? How can you just kick out a bunch of people?" Just who had you gotten yourself mixed up with.

"You don't know, sweetheart? Heh, well, shit. I own this apartment building. Yep. S'all mine."

"What?" You were trying to process what he said and not be so distracted by his dick rubbing all over you.

"You heard me. Now, let me taste that sweet, tight pussy."

Jesus fuck he's so hot. You tried everything to wiggle down a little lower so you could sit yourself down on his cock, but he wouldn't let you. "No, baby. Lemme taste."

He pushed your back against the wall and spread your legs around his neck. His mouth was hot. You felt him moan and grumble against your mound as he ate your pussy like it was his first and last time. His excitement was contagious.

He was careless with his movements but precise in his direction. Sloppy wasn't the word that came to mind. Nothing came to mind because you couldn't concentrate on anything but how his tongue darted in and out of your body.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sensation was so much more than you'd expected. This wasn't the kind of sex you'd had before. It wasn't the kind of sex you'd heard others speak about. You'd never, even in your dirtiest dreams and fantasies, thought this existed.

And yet, here you are. Your ass resting in Toji's hands, back steadying against the somewhat warmed tile. Your legs tightly wrapped around his neck while he sucks on your clit. How did you get so lucky.

He was taking his time, savoring the way you tasted. His lips pressed and sucked every bit of your skin and nibbled on your inner thighs.

"Mmmm ... T–Daddy. "

"Good girl. Y'gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?"

"Hahhh, yes, Daddy! Please, don't ... don't stop. I'm s'close, Toji."

"Fuck, sweetheart. Say that again, baby."

"Say ... say wha–"

"My name." He put his mouth back on you so gently. Lulling you into a false sense of security.

"Toji, oh god, fuck!"

He stopped for a moment and eased you down the front of his body. Your pussy nearly swallowing his entire length.

He felt the exquisite brush of your tight hole against his head. "Ohh shit, darlin'. But not yet."

"Toji, what ..."

"Hold on." He left the steamy enclosure of the walls and opened a cupboard in the locker room area.

"Ok, sit on this so you don't get cold." He laid out a plush towel for you over the wide bench in the large shower.

You sat as he got down on his knees in front of you. "Hmm. Now ... where was I ..." Toji buried his whole face between your folds. Licking and sucking at your soft flesh. The bridge of his nose hitting your clit just so. Quietly daring you to rub yourself on him and driving you further down.

Your head fell back as he got you right back to where you were before the change of position. His hands found their way up under your thighs and he pulled you forward with such force you had to stand or you'd fall.

And so, you stood over Toji now as he played in your cunt with his greedy mouth. You ran your hands through his black hair, tugging hard on it when he hit just the right spot and just the right speed.

He spread and smacked your ass cheeks. Ultimately sliding two rough fingers in between your lower lips to tease your sopping wet entrance.

"Fuck you taste so good, sweetheart. I could do this all day. I could do this all night. Let's do that. Yeah, darlin'? Wanna fuck all night?"

"Yeah, yes. M'close, Toji. So ... close ... Da–Daddy!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on Daddy's tongue. Let it go. Come on, sweetheart. I want it."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your head thrown back, and the muscles in your lower abdomen pulled tight. He held you still by the backs of your thighs and forced you to stay upright. "Mmmm, fuck, yes. Right there. Keep ... oh god ... yes! Yesyesyes! Oh FUCK! TOJIII!"

Your world was spinning as you came on his face and chest. He didn't care. He kept eating you out until you pushed him away. Your pussy was beyond overstimulated. So you pulled away and sat down slowly, trying to get your jellied legs to cooperate.

You were both breathing heavily, but Toji's breathing was different. It was deeper, almost raspier. You looked up at him and found him stroking his leaky reddened cock.

"Toji, let me ... I wanna–"

"Mmm. No." He said as his head fell down to watch as his hand wrapped around the tip.

"But ..."

"No."

"I ... I ... ok."

"What the hell kinda response is that? 'Ok?' Jesus, sweetheart. Get on the fuckin' floor."

"I didn't mean it like tha–"

"Sweetheart, do I gotta spank ya? 'Cuz I'll do it."

"Oh. You're just ... uhm. You're kinda ... I like ... I'd like that."

"Yeah? I thought so. Get down here."

You lowered yourself onto his legs, positioning your belly just over his thighs. His full length is so close to you. "Wait, wait. Hold on. You can't ... can't spank me. I need ..."

"What? What do you need?"

"You can't spank me unless you're inside me." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Well well well. Look whose bratty little self is back." He crossed his arms over his large chest.

"I'm not a brat."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." He slipped his hand between your thighs and spread your legs, giving your cunt a little smack.

"AH! How?"

"By being a good little girl and letting Daddy spank you." He said sharply.

"What if I'm not Daddy's good girl? Will you spank me even harder?"

"Maybe."

"Well, in that case, make me. Fucker."

He smacked you, not too hard, and rubbed his large palm over your blushing ass cheek. "Again."

*Smack. Smack. Smack.* He bit into the red skin and ran his fingers teasingly around your entrance. Pulling away when he felt you trying to suck him in.

"Tojii ..."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Will you ..."

"... I'm waiting," he said, impatiently.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy? Please?" You batted your lashes. "I want you so bad."

He smiled. "You sound so cute when you beg. But no. I don't think so. Here's $25 for a new water bottle though. See ya 'round, bitch." He stood up, washed his body off and walked out of the shower. Leaving you with a wink, a shit-eating grin, and crumpled cash.

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flowerflowerflo · 4 months

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𖹭𓂃 ࣪˖ saying no

something ive struggled with for pretty much my entire life 😭

𐙚๋࣭ people pleasing:

a person who consistently strives to please others, often sacrificing their own wants or needs in the process.

trouble with saying no to people often comes from insecurity. when you feel bullied into things or backed into a corner too often it can lead to agreeing with everything and anything just so people will like you.

1. take small steps

getting out of habits like this are not easy whatsoever and take lots of time. taking small steps to implement getting rid of people pleasing tendencies is the best way to go about this; for example, just blocking someone who bothers you and starting from there.

2. fake it till you make it !

confidence is something absolutely essential but not easy to attain; thats where this skill comes in handy. ive been doing this since i was little and i wont lie and say it melts into real confidence because it doesnt, its just a shield to hide behind until your are genuinely confident and id definitely recommend this 100% to anybody starting or struggling to try and break this habit. act like youre fine & unaffected in front of the people who put you in this position even if you arent. dont show your weaknesses when you know they can be used against you.

3. valuing yourself

value yourself over all else. you are the most important person in your life. validate, support, and value yourself. trust your judgement is right and prioritise the protection of your peace above all else because that is the most important thing.

4. body language

ok as a girl with an incredibly infuriating tendency to turn red over the tiniest thing i feel a little bit of a hypocrite writing this but this is very very very important. if you find yourself in a position where you feel unable to refuse something or anything of the sort you do not show that.

🩰 ─ even if your cheeks turn red act like they arent. ik its sosoosos embarrassing n ur screaming inside but act like its nothing. bcs it is nothing. ok so theres a tiny bit of colour in your cheeks. and? stand your ground.

🧸── back straight, shoulders high, face blank. you dont show anything on your face. show you are completely stubborn and set on your choice/opinion.

🎀 ── if they try to embarrass you or say smth what i do is i literally just blink at them like okay. i dont care. do whatever bro idgaf

5. no hesitation

for the love of god do not second guess yourself. if something makes you upset or uncomfy or anxious or anything like that you leave them you walk away from them you block them you do not second guess yourself and think "but what if" no idc. if it costs you your peace its too expensive.

6. does this help me?

ok obviously when i say to say no i dont mean to like everything. only to the things you do anyway even if you dont want to. if youre not sure what to do when faced with the option to do something you ideally wouldnt really want to the first question you should be asking yourself is "does this help me?" think of it only from your perspective and how it would help you. ask yourself if its really necessary and if its serving you in any way to do this. if its just to fit in with someone else even if you dont really want to then do it then dont do it. why isnt your own presence enough? your peace is the only priority you should have here. what would you tell someone you love in your position? think about it for a sec instead of panicking.

conclusion; people pleasing is useless. you are the centre of ur universe. your peace is the only priority. people are stupid. you can do this. dont let anyone make you feel less than you are. i love u 🫶🩷

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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Filipino!Yuu Scenarios pt.3

WARNINGS: Filipino cuss words, hinted Yuu x Malleus scene and very bad(ass) translation by me😎😎😎

Lilia: hey there Yuu

Yuu: POTA!!! ANO!? ANO BANG KAILAINGAN MONG MATANDANG PANIKI KA!?

(translation: FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL DO NEED YOU OLD BAT!?)

Lilia: Ufufu no need to be surprised young child, and oh my... what language did you just speak of? i have never heard of it before

Yuu: Wala-- i mean nothing po lolo Lilia, tangina naman kasi ako pa una atah mamatay rito sa gulat eh

(translation: Nothing-- i mean nothing grandpa Lilia, im going to die before him because of shock)

Lilia: What is lolo?

Yuu: NOTHING NGA DIBA

(Translation: I SAID NOTHING!!)

•••

Ace: haha idiot--

Yuu: IDIOT!? AKO BOBO!? SINASABING MO BANG MAS TANGA AKO SAYO!?

(Translation: IDIOT!? ME, IDIOT!? ARE YOU SAYING IM MUCH STUPID THAN YOU!?)

Ace: woah geez calm down, you're starting to swear in your language again

Yuu: MAS BOBO KA, KANINA PA TAYO ANDITO AT ANDITO PARIN DAHIL SAYO

(Translation: YOU'RE THE IDIOT, THE TWO OF US ARE HERE AND STILL HERE BECAUSE OF YOU)

Ace: I DON'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD YOU JUST SAID

•••

Yuu: oh that's adobo

Deuce: it's so good what did you put in it?

Yuu, smirking: aso (dog)

Ace: what?

Yuu: arf arf

Ace & Deuce:

•••

Malleus: Mahal kita? is that how you pronounce it child of man?

Yuu: ayiie kingina mo kinikilig ako, ahaha labyu too mahal <3

(translation: Awwh, you're making me flustered, ahaha i love you too my love <3 )

Malleus: ???

•••

*Playing Rock, Paper and Scissors*

Epel: Rock, Paper and Sciss--

Yuu: Bato-Bato pik

Epel: is it called like that in your country?

Yuu: yeah, sometimes there's even a pencil

Epel: Woah... that must be intense to win

•••

Random NPC: Oh hello there, im quite lost do you know where this location is?

Yuu: ay sorry naliligaw rin ako kuya eh, di ko alam

(translation: oh, sorry I'm also lost, i dont know)

Random NPC: oh... i don't speak that language

Yuu: kaya nga pareho tayong naliligaw diba? di rin ako taga dito.

(translation: that's why we're both lost to right? im not from any around here too)

•••

Yuu: ay ang taray (oh, how stunning)

Vi: ?

Yuu: i said you're fabulous po

Vil: thanks i know

•••

*Playing Nanay Tatay and Deuce messed up*

Deuce: N-no i didn't say six--

Yuu, menacingly looking at Deuce: hinde, narinig kita eh sabi mo five, six, eh nasa five palang tayo

(translation: no, i heard you, you said five, six, while we're still at five)

Deuce: Y-Yuu, you're starting to divert into another language again..!!

Yuu: Oh really? *cracks knuckles* i did huh? well you are gonna hear nothing

REFERENCES:

(lolo = grandfather)

saying po is a way to respect someone or an elderly

the dog adobo joke was made by moms or aunties to scare the children eating their adobo, don't worry most Filipinos don't use dogs on adobo and this is just counted as a joke

Mahal kita means i love you

the bato-bato pik one is based on my experience with friends who used the pointy finger and calling it a pencil to pass the paper

Nanay, Tatay, is a game for Filipino children to match the number and clap hands with another player as the number rises up and they try to keep up

a/n: check my masterlist for the other parts ^°^, i write this kind of fanfic because i want Filipinos to feel also included in group of peoples that has culture and heritage, i just want to express the way i grew up on and i am just doing this for fun. so sorry if i don't include some of the actual cultures of the Philippines and just the things i grew up on ^^ that's all thank you for reading this

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst mc #twst yuu #filipino yuu #twst scenarios #twst malleus #twst adeuce #twst lilia #twst rook #twst epel

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Father knows best chapter 7: The Family Jewels

Summary:

Millie is trying to find Moxxie, Cash and Blitzø talk, Crimson’s the worst, Alessio is sus.

Notes:

TW: language, creepy people, blackmail, calling a trans woman he/him in past because it was before they knew, will not be using any variation of a deadname or anything like that. And feelings. Lmk if I should add. ‘I can't break the cycle, am I just a fool? Falling down like dominoes, hit by family jewels Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end 'Less I decide to go to it, will I see the end? Ooh, don't you find it strange? Only thing we share is one last name Did I beat you at your own game? Typical of me to put us all to shame.’ ~The family jewels by Marina and the diamonds.

~~~Moxxie~~~

Alessio sent Moxxie to Crimson’s office the next morning.

It was taking Millie and Blitzø forever to find him, but he had to stay strong for them.

The walk to his father’s office gave Moxxie a creepy deja vu feeling, remembering when Alessio would often send him there when Crimson wanted to talk to him. Usually it was about work, sometimes it had to do with Moxxie doing something wrong.

“You wanted to talk to me….sir?” Moxxie asks.

“Come in.” Crimson says to him, setting his pen down and giving Moxxie his full attention.

Moxxie does as he’s told and walks into the room.

But, Moxxie’s hand clenched the door handle tightly as if closing the door behind him would result in repeating the actions of yesterday…

“Moxxie…” Crimson warns.

Moxxie takes a deep breath in attempt to slow down his fast beating heart. He closes his eyes, then closes the door slowly.

“Good boy.” Crimson says. “Now, take a seat. I’d like to talk about how things are gonna work around here now that you’re home.”

Moxxie turns to Crimson, but he doesn’t sit. “Sir. Why are yo-“

“Don’t interrupt me.” Crimson snaps at him. “You’re lucky you’re not dead after the stunt you pulled, do you have any idea what you di-“

“I don’t want to stay here! I dont- I can’t-“ Moxxie shouts, slamming his hands on the desk. “I won’t! Why don’t you understand that?”

Crimson stands and interrupts. “I couldn’t care less what you want, you ungrateful bitch! You’re staying here with me and that’s final!” Crimson says.

“No, I’m not! Why the fuck would I ever stay here? Why do you even want me here? You don’t care about me!” “Is that really what you think?” Crimson asks. “Yes! And you can’t change that! You can force me to regress all you want, but that won’t change anything, my REAL family will find m-“

“You really think those clowns are your family? Don’t be stupid.” Crimson says. “I suggest you learn who your real family is fast before somebody gets hurt.” Crimson pulled out a cigar and lighter. “W-what do you mean?” Moxxie asks. Crimson lights his cigar, then puts the lighter back in his pocket. “Your boss, Blitzø adopted a hell hound a few years ago, goes by the name of Loona; funny, he’s even stupid enough to call the thing his daughter.” Crimson explains.

Moxxie’s heart increased volume as the rest of the room remained silent for a moment. “What?”

“He also has a twin sister, goes by the name Barbie Wire. She’s currently dwelling in Sloth. St. Alan hospital’s rehab center to be exact. She was omitted by Blitzø after overdosing on Hydromorphone. She’s making some great progress I hear. Expected to get out of there any time now.” Crimson grins. “His father is also still around, I had a lovely conversation with him.”

Moxxie looks away for a moment, biting down a comment about how glad he was that Crimson got to meet another shitty father to bond with.

“And you’re lovely Mildred.” Crimson starts again, chuckling, causing Moxxie to snap his eyes back at him again. “Her parents Lynn and Jo, live on a humble little farm in wrath with their four sons-“

“Three sons.” Moxxie corrects.

“What?” Crimson asks.

“Sally Mae is trans.” Moxxie says.

Crimson raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Moxxie sighs. “She’s a girl.”

Crimson rolls his eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

“I don’t understand, dad. Why are you doing this? I’m not even-“

Crimson harshly grabs Moxxie’s face with his claws, digging deep into Moxxie’s skin as his father pulls him closer. “I know it’s very hard for your dumb little boy brain to understand, so I’ll make it simple for ya. You work at I.M.P no longer, you will take your rightful place in the organization, and you WILL start fucking listening to me!” Crimson’s voice suddenly becomes softer: “In return, you’ll be protected and properly taken care of.”

Moxxie gulps.

“It’s better this way.” Crimson says, letting his chin go in favor of patting his head. “I mean, did you honestly believe they’re better with you there holding them back all the time?” He asks.

A sharp pain of guilt struck Moxxie’s chest, he felt like death.

Would Millie really be better off without him?

No, of course not, Millie loved him!

Crimson was trying to manipulate him.

But, if he doesn’t agree, he’ll just go after Millie and Blitzø’s family.

He’ll be hurting Millie and Blitzø in a way they could never recover from…

It’ll be all his fault!

Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “But, what about…”

“If you’re worried about the rest of I.M.P, don’t be. So long as you’re obedient, they won’t be hurt.” Crimson says.

Moxxie sighs. “Promise?”

Crimson looks into Moxxie’s eyes, his gaze cold and deadly. “You have my word.”

Moxxie sighs. “Okay…”

“Good boy.” Crimson smiles.

“But-“

Crimson raises both eyebrows at him.

“D-Do I really have to regress?” Moxxie asks. “I’ll do whatever you say, I just- I don’t want to-“

“Moxxie…” Crimson grabs his face again, but gentler this time. “Someone needs to look after you.” He says, caressing the young imp’s cheek with his thumb. “It’s not like you’re capable of doing it yourself.” He scolds.

“Sir-“

“Don’t fucking question me again, Moxxie. Do you understand?”

Moxxie deflates. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Crimson praised. “You know as well as I do that you have commitments here, responsibilities. You really thought I was gonna let you try and run off like your mother did? I don’t think so.”

His mother died! She didn’t abandon him!

She never would…

She never left him!

~~~Past~~~

His parents were screaming at each other, it wasn’t even lunch time yet, and they were screaming like there was a fire.

Moxxie was trying to read in his room when he hears his mother shout: “That’s it! I’m going to my sisters!”

“Great! Knock yourself out! Have a fucking good time getting drunk with your slutty sister!” Crimson shouts. “See if I care!”

Moxxie’s mother sighs. “Moxxie!” She called.

Moxxie closes the book and sets it aside.

Book abandoned, he starts to walk down the stairs. “Yes, Mama?”

“What are you doing? You are not taking him!” Crimson says.

Moxxie stops moving at his father’s tone, he hoped they wouldn’t go at it again.

“Pack a suitcase, Chip. We’re visiting your cousins for a few days.” His mother tells him.

“The hell you are!” Crimson says. “Moxxie, get down here. You’re staying with me!”

Moxxie stays where he is, he wants to listen to his parents, but his father wants him downstairs and his mother wants him upstairs, so mid-stairs seems like a good middle ground to satisfy both parents.

“I want him to be a regular kid for once! Going to wrath will allow him to play outside, get some sunshine, some fresh air!” She says.

“Overrated bullshit!” His father says. “He doesn’t need any of that!”

“He never gets to see his cousins.” She says. “He’s just a kid, he should be allowed to have some fun every now and then.” She says.

Moxxie knew the truth though, it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his father; Mama never let him alone with daddy for long.

“Fine, if it gets rid of you for a few days, it’ll be fucking worth it.” Crimson says, leaving the room and slamming the door.

Moxxie didn’t like when they fought, why can’t they just get along for once?

His mother smiles at him. “Pack a bag, chip.” She instructed.

Moxxie forced a smiled back at her, then did as he was told.

But He hates his cousins, and he hates when his parents fight…

Why can’t they just love each other?

Was it really that hard?

~~~Blitzø~~~

Blitzø returned to greed to meet with his father as requested.

He knew whatever it was he was up to, wasn’t going to be good. He hasn’t even spoken with Cash since the incident. What could he possibly want to about now?

‘You did this, she’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you.’

No, it’s okay. It’s over….

Blitzø’s okay.

Blitzø walks into the tent without warning as Cash sat at a desk to collect his little profit.

“Blitzo.” Cash greeted with a sadistic smile. “You actually showed up, what a surprise.”

Blitzø crossed his arms. “Let’s get this over with quickly, alright? I have places to be.”

“Can’t even make time to talk with your own father?” Cash asks. “You alway we’re a disrespectful little shit.” He scolded.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Oh please, the best parenting you’ve done was on the stage, and even then it wasn’t very convincing.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Cash asks, rolling his eyes aswell.

“I’ve changed plenty actually.” Blitzø explains, eyes going dark. “These days, when I shoot someone, I don’t fucking miss.”

Cash glares daggers at Blitzø. “I suggest you talk to me more respectfully, boy. I do have something you want after all.”

“Yeah? What might that be?” Blitzø asks.

“Information.” Cash smiles. “You want your employee back, well I know who took him.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you.” Blitzø says.

“His name is Moxxie knolasname, he has white hair, he’s short, loves night at the opera-“

“Doesn’t prove anything.” Blitzø says. “Also, it’s phantom of the…”

“Does this prove anything?” Cash asks. The older Imp grabs something from the dresser behind him and shows it to Blitzø.

Moxxie’s bow tie…? At least one of them. How did he-

Blitzø takes out his revolver. “I swear to fuck, if you hurt him…”

“Looks like you finally believe me, eh?” Cash laughs. “I really should just let this be, let you suffer and not tell you a thing about your stupid employee, especially after what you did to my Tilla and my beautiful circus all those years ago.”

Blitzø feels a pain in his gut, and his legs feel faint. “I didn’t-“

“Yes, the fuck you did, you little prick!” Cash yelled at him.

Blitzø’s heart pounded inside him, he’s resisted the urge to run, or rip this man’s head off. “It was an accident and you know that! An accident you caused in case you forgot! Which by the way, if you didn’t sell me to stupid birds, you wouldn’t have had a circus to burn down anyway!”

“You could never let that go, could ya? You know you loved it, you manipulative whore!” Cash scolded. “You always had to use other people to get what you wanted, I just capitalized on it.”

“That’s not true…” Blitzø says.

He hoped it wasn’t…

“That’s why you were with Fizzarolli, wasn’t it?” Cash asks. “So he’d make you look good, he’d benefited you.”

“No!” Blitzø says. “I was with him because I love him-“ Blitzø hears himself and lowers his voice, “loved. I mean loved him.” He corrects softly.

Fuck.

Of course he can finally admit it, now that they’re not together. Why couldn’t he just tell Fizz how he felt before?

“And what about that demon prince? Stolas right? The one you constantly complained about, the one I sold you too?” Cash asks.

“It’s a mutual agreement.” Blitzø says, arms crossed.

“Of course it is.” Cash scoffs.

“We’re not dating, it’s nothing serious.” Blitzø says. “But we both know that. I’m not manipulating him and he’s not manipulating me. I’m not you!”

Cash laughs. “Sure you’re not. I’m sure you both have good intentions.

“We do, not that it’s any of your fucking business!” Blitzø says.

Cash chuckles. “Maybe it’s not, but it will be.”

Blitzø growls. “The fuck is that supposed to mean? If you think you can just-“

“Ah-ah.” Cash interrupted. “Daddy’s speaking now, little one. Unless you’d rather not know where he is.” Cash condescendingly remarks.

Blitzø sits down and crosses his arms again.

Unfortunately, cash is right. Blitzø needs answers.

He can’t just leave Moxxie to deal with this alone.

“That’s a good boy. I thought maybe to let you watch as they killed the little bitch boy, but then I realized I could benefit from this. You have something I want, I have something you want.”

Blitzø didn’t like where this is going…

Cash then grabs a pile of papers and hands it to Blitzø.

Blitzø’s eyes widen as he looks the papers over. “You want I.M.P?”

“No, what I want is money, but I don’t suppose you have that, do you?” Cash asks.

When Blitzø doesn’t answer, Cash continues: “It’s a pretty simple contract, you give me I.M.P and all its assets, you and your employees will work for me for the remainder of your pathetic lives, and I will tell you where the little shit is located. We got a deal?”

Blitzø exhales deeply…

This can’t be happening…

~~~Mille~~~

Millie knocked on the door to what she assumed was Moxxie’s aunt’s house.

She had no clue what she was doing, but had confidence in her ability to convince herself she knows what she’s doing.

The door opens and a tall woman with long dark hair answers: “Hello? Can I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Millie. I’m looking for the family of Moxxie knowlasname.” She says.

“Moxxie?” The lady asks. “Like Kay and Crimson’s kid?”

“Yes.” Millie says.

“And who exactly are you?”

“Millie, I’m his wife.” She says.

The woman smiled, then pulled Millie inside the house before she could say more. “Well, why didn’t you say so, come in darlin’ let me make you somethin. I’m Liz, Moxxie’s favorite aunt.” She says.

“Nice to meet you.” She says. Millie walks in the house, following Liz. Something about her rubbed Millie the wrong way, she found herself eager to leave. “Look, I don’t have much time to chat, you see, Moxxie is missing, and he-“

“How long have you and Moxxie been together?” Liz asks, as if Millie hadn’t said a thing.

“Did you not hear what I just-“

“I heard you, we’ll get back to it.” Liz says. “Answer the question.”

Millie raises an eyebrow. “Uhm, okay. Well, we’ve been together for almost three years now. Married for only a year and a half.” Millie explains.

Liz nods. “Wow. Well, congratulations. I can’t say I’m not disappointed that I wasn’t invited, but I suppose under your circumstances I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What circumstances are those?” Millie asks.

“Well, his family. You know his dad is into some dirty dealings, don’t you?”

“Yes. But Moxxie cut ties with those people.” She says.

“Oh, sweetie. If you think he’s not involved in that business, you’re in denial.”

“Guess I am then, because he isn’t.” Millie says, crossing her arms.

“Sure, hun.” Liz says.

“He isn’t!”

“Alright. How long has Moxxie been missing?” Liz asks.

“He was taken two days ago.” Millie says.

“How do you know Moxxie was taken?” Liz asks. “You sure he didn’t just leave?”

“Of course he didn’t leave, Moxxie would never just leave me.” Millie says.

“You sure? Not even to protect you?” Liz asks.

Millie thought about it…

He wouldn’t…would he?

Well, he didn’t tell her about his father, or

No! His phone was smashed, and he would have left a note…

He would never hurt Millie…

“You’re trying to distract me, and it won’t work, I will find him wether you want me to or not!” Millie says. “And if I find him here, I will kill you.” She snarls.

Liz doesn’t look scared. “I’m sorry, dear. You may look all you like. Don’t forget the attic and the cellar.” Liz says.

Millie glares at her. “Thanks.”

~~~Millie, Past~~~

Millie didn’t use to believe in fate. She didn’t believe in soulmates or one true love. She didn’t believe in meant to be’s.

She believed hard work earned you everything, this was something drilled into her from a very young age.

But then, she met Moxxie.

“Mildred, get in here!” Her mother shouted.

“Yes, Mama?” Millie asks as she made her way downstairs.

“Your teacher called. She said you beat up a kid at your school.” Lynn says. “Is that true?”

“He called me a messy haired bitch!” She says. “I had to show him who was boss!”

“That’s no excuse, young lady. You get too carried away. Now they’re demanding we handle the medical bill. When will you learn? You fight fire with fire. Not gasoline?” Lynn asks.

“But he deserved it!” Millie says.

“It wasn’t a fist fight, Millie. If they insult you with words, you fire back with words. Got that?”

“Yes, Ma.” Millie mumbles, arms crossed.

“Honestly, what are we gonna do with you? You’re worse than your brothers.” Lynn tisks. “You’re going to be paying us back every dime of this.” She says.

“But-“

“No arguing, get upstairs and take some time to think about what you did.” Lynn demanded.

Millie stomps upstairs to her and her sister’s room.

“It’s not fair, I always get in trouble!” She says. “How come you don’t?” Millie asks.

“Because,” her younger sister shrugs. “I’m better than you.”

“You’re not better than me!” Millie says.

“Ugh, yes, I am!” Sally says.

“Nah uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Yes, and besides he’s right. Your hair is messy.” She says. “It’s gross.”

Millie’s blood boils. “You’re gross! You seriously want to fight me? You want to get what he got?”

“Bring it, sis. Let’s settle this once and for all.” Sally challenges.

“You’re on!” Millie says.

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

“Roxxie, let go of your sister!” Moxxie could hear from inside. He never understood his cousins, they were loud, they ran around, they fought. Why did they find that enjoyable? What was the point? People just get hurt.

“Not until she says uncle!” Roxxie shouts.

“Oww! Mom!”

“Knock it off you too! Your aunt Kay will be here any minute!”

“Mom?” Moxxie asks, tugging on his mother’s sleeve. “Do we have to go in there?” He asks.

“Come on, Chip. Don’t you want to see your family?” His mother asks.

Suddenly they hear a loud ‘crash!’

“Roxxie, Trixxie!” His aunt shouted.

“She did it!” The twins shout.

“Not really.” Moxxie answers.

“Come on, chip. It’ll be fun.” His mother promised, taking his hand and knocking on the door.

Moxxie sighs. “Yes, mama.”

“Aunt Kay!” The twins shouted, hugging their aunt, then they both hugged Moxxie.

Moxxie just sorta stood there while the twins hugged him. The twins were just full of excitement, he wasn’t sure how to respond to it; hhis entire body just froze.

“Hello, Moxxie.” His aunt Liz greets.”

“Hi.” Moxxie says nonchalantly, just staring and forcing himself to keep eye contact.

“Lively as ever I see.” Liz says sarcastically before turning her attention to her sister. “Hey, sis.”

Moxxie’s mother hugs her sister. “It’s been ages.”

They said more, but Moxxie couldn’t concentrate on that, his cousins were chatting and talking to Moxxie about certain events in wrath; But it was hard to pay attention, hard to register, there was too much going on at once, his body wanted nothing more than to disappear, or just go home.

Suddenly aunt Liz picked up Kayla their youngest child and leaned over to Moxxie. “Kyla, can you say hi to Moxxie?” Liz asks her in a babyish tone.”Can you say hi?

The one year old only stared at Moxxie who stared back.

“Hi Kayla.” Moxxie says. Not sure why Liz wanted this, Kayla probably wouldn’t remember this interaction from being too young, and Kayla can’t talk so Moxxie receives nothing from this interaction.

Liz smiles, “come in, I have sweet tea.” She says to Kay. “Roxxie, Trixxie, play nice now.” She says.

“Come on, Moxxie! Let’s play capture the flag!” Roxxie says.

“Mom?” Moxxie asks desperately, he doesn’t want to play with his cousins.

But: “Go play, chip.” Is what his mother ordered.

Moxxie sighs. He doesn’t want to, but he does as she says. He’s not sure why his mom insisted on forcing him to interact with his cousins, they’re have nothing in common.

Honestly, Moxxie would rather be at home. What if something bad happened? What if Sir needed them?

What if Moxxie did something wrong, and he wasn’t there to explain himself?

He didn’t want to be in trouble when they got back.

“Moxxie!” Roxxie calls. “Come on!”

~~~Moxxie, past, Later~~

“Moxxie! There’s a huge mud fight happenin’ over by hudson’s barn. Wanna come with?” Roxxie asks him.

“No.” Moxxie answers, not looking up from his book.

“Mox, go outside and play.” His mother ordered, taking the book from him.

“Wait, I’m not done with that!” Moxxie complains, trying to reach for the book again.

“You need some sunshine, it’s good for you.” His mother says. She sets the book down without a bookmark… Great, now he’ll have to start the chapter over again.

“But they’re playing in mud.” Moxxie argues softly.

“Then go get muddy! It builds character.” She says.

“Reading builds character.” Moxxie mumbles grumpily.

“Moxxie, I’m not going to tell you again.” She says sternly. “Go!”

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered. “I’ll go.”

“Drop the attitude, Moxxie. I’m doing this for your own good.” She says.

Moxxie didn’t believe her

~~~Moxxie~~~

Crimson left shortly after their conversation, knowing Moxxie wouldn’t dare cross him after threatening Blitzø and Millie.

So, with nothing left to do, he went to his room…

And he stayed there for hours.

Crimson knew exactly what to do to make Moxxie listen.

He threatened good people, people he loved.

He’ll never see them again…

Never take part in Blitzø’s idiotic schemes,

Never quarrel with Loona,

He’ll never kiss Millie again… It’s all over for them.

His life is over.

There’s a knock on the door, but Moxxie doesn’t answer, he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t care who it is!

But, the door opens regardless.

Moxxie sighs. “What do you want?” He asks, knowing exactly who it was.

Alessio steps closer. “Are you alright?”

“What do you care? You would have shot me in cold blood.” Moxxie mumbles.

“You brought this on yourself, you know. You know what happens to those who cross Crimson.” Alessio says.

“How exactly is me living crossing him?” Moxxie asks.

“You ran away.” Alessio answers.

“Maybe, but what’s so wrong with me being happy for a change?” Moxxie asks. “I got everything I could ever dream of. I worked hard and life got so much better for me the second I stepped out of this stupid fucking house!” He shouted. “Away from you, and away from him!”

“There are more important things in this life than mere happiness, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “Like family for instance-“

“Like my wife you forced me to abandon?” Moxxie asks.

“You want her to join us instead?” Alessio asks. “You are not like them, you’re different.” Alessio says.

Moxxie’s eyes fill up once again with tears. He hates this, hates this life, hates his father, and Alessio!

Moxxie shakes his head. “What are you even doing here?” Moxxie asks, not knowing how to respond to Alessio.

“Your father asked me to inform you that lunch is being served.” Alessio says.

Moxxie shakes his head again. “I don’t care.”

“Moxxie-“

“I’m not hungry.” Moxxie says. “Please leave me alone?”

“Very well.” Alessio agrees, walking towards the door.

Moxxie crosses his arms, and turns away from Alessio.

“Your life isn’t over, Moxxie.” Alessio says. “It has only resumed.”

“Al?” Moxxie’s asks.

Alessio turns to look at Moxxie.

“Why does he want me here?” Moxxie asks him. “Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?”

“That’s a question for him.” Alessio says. “Don’t you think?”

“He won’t tell me anything.” Moxxie says.

“Then perhaps you simply don’t need to know.” Alessio says, closing the door behind him as he exited Moxxie’s room.

~~~Millie~~~

Millie was trying to not be irritated at Liz. She kept going on about her sister, saying that Moxxie must have left with the mafia and Millie wasn’t going to find him.

No wonder Moxxie never introduced them, Liz is crazy.

“Crimson almost never let her visit, he hit her, he was always extremely possessive. And I’m sure he is doing the same thing to Moxxie. He had been since he was a young’n, he never was very strong.” She says.

Millie growls. “Moxxie is the strongest person I know!” She says. Liz doesn’t reply, and Millie can’t find anything in the house, she practically tore it upside down and found nothing. She was about to just leave when three imps walked into the house.

They were chatting. Two adults. And one that was in their late-teens it seemed.

“Girls- I mean, daughters and non-binary offspring.” Liz greets. “Meet Millie.”

The trio paused to look at her.

“These are my kids, Roxxie, Trixx, and Kayla.” Liz says.

Trixx, the gray haired Imp smiles awkwardly. “Sup.”

“Hi.” Kayla, the youngest one says.

“What’s going on?” Roxxie, the dark haired imp asks.

“This is Moxxie’s wife Millie. You remember Moxxie, right?” Liz asks them.

“Of course.” Roxxie says.

“Sure.” Trixx says.

While the youngest one shook her head in confusion.

Roxxie shakes Millie’s hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Millie.” She says.

“Who’s Moxxie?” Kayla asks.

“You were too young to remember him.” Trixx says. “Is Moxxie okay? Did something happen?”

“Moxxie’s missing.” Millie explains. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay. I have to find him.” She says, trying desperately to leave without sounding rude.

“Millie, he’s probably with his father.” Liz says again.

“We’ve established this, we checked there. He’s not with Crimson!” Millie says loudly.

Liz takes Millie’s hand. “Moxxie isn’t coming back, Millie! Not if he knows what’s good for him.” Liz says. “Let him go…”

“Mom!” Trixx scolds.

“What the fuck are y’all even talking about?” Kayla asks.

While Roxxie’s eyes widened with intrigue, she stayed silent.

Millie shakes her head. “You don’t know him. He’d never give up on me. He loves me!” Millie says. “And I wouldn’t give up on him either.”

“He’s one of them, Mildred. I know, I went through it with my sister. He wouldn’t want you to share her fate.” Liz says.

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.” Millie says, heading to the door.

“I know about these things, Millie. Trust me! They go after what they want! No mercy or exceptions!” Liz explains. “Love can’t save you from them.”

“You’re wrong.” Millie says, walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Moxxie would never leave her…

He couldn’t.

~~~Millie: past~~~

Millie and her siblings were engaged in the mud fight of the century! Kids from all around were joining in.

It was a blast!

Suddenly, a trio of imps caught Millie’s attention.

Two dark haired imps, and one with white hair.

“Come on Moxxie!” One of them shouted.

“I’m coming!” He said, trying to keep up with them.

Then he slipped, falling backwards into the mud.

But the other two kept running, didn’t even look back.

Millie knew what it was like to be left behind, so she approached him. “Need help?” Millie asks, offering her hand.

Moxxie looks her up and down, then takes her hand and allows her to help him. “Thanks.”

“I’m Millie!” She says.

“Uh…Moxxie.” He says.

“Nice to meet you, Moxxie! I’m playing war with my brothers, wanna be on my team?” She asks.

“Uhm-“ Moxxie rubs his arm anxiously. “Well I don’t really-“

Suddenly Moxxie is hit with some mud, and he recoils.

Millie grabs his arm and leads him to her earthworks to hide behind.

“You good for nothin’ scoundrel!” Millie grabbed a glob of mud and threw it in her sister’s direction.

“You stupid bitch!” She shouted back.

“Come on, Moxxie!” Millie shouts. “It’s fun!”

“What’s fun about throwing mud at people? Wouldn’t throwing grenades or something be more effective?” Moxxie asks.

“Probably.” Millie says, “but, I can’t kill my own brother (sister).”

“I see.” Moxxie says. “But, it’s important for you to win this mud fight regardless?” He asks.

“Yeah, I gotta teach him (her) a lesson, he (she) thinks he’s (she’s) so much better than me! Can you believe that?” Millie asks.

“Hmm,” Moxxie thinks. “I think I might have an idea.” Moxxie says to her.

“Really?” She asks.

“Yeah, you helped me, so I supposed I should help you.” Moxxie says.

“What is it?” She asks.

Moxxie smiles and proceeds to show Millie how to make a bomb out of random stuff he found, as well as some parts he brought with him.

Instead of anything dangerous though, they were made to splatter mud everywhere.

Safe to say, Millie won the mud fight thanks to Moxxie’s assistance.

And it was so fucking worth it, even if everyone there was completely covered in mud.

And even if Moxxie slipped and broke his arm afterwards…

Yeah…

The siblings gathered around Moxxie to ask about the bombs he made, Moxxie feeling overwhelmed by them slipped and fell on his arm which made it break.

That was the first time Millie saw an actual bone sticking out of someone’s body.

And Moxxie seemed more annoyed by the injury then upset.

His cousins ran to get their moms.

So, Millie sat with him until they showed up to help.

She refused to leave him alone.

She told him all sorts of stories while he just sat there holding his broken arm.

Millie talked about home, she talked about school,

“And that’s why you should never play football on a golf course, I’ve never really understood golf, why should the lower points win? That’s just silly- wait, I’m not talking too much, am I? My Ma and pa say I always get carried away, I don’t try to but I just do!” She says.

Moxxie shakes his head. “You can talk all you want. I like it. You have a nice voice.”

She smiles and him, and he smiles back, and she continued until his mom showed up to help.

~~~Present~~~

Moxxie always had her back… he always supported her.

And she was never going to leave him alone. He was going to be safe and sound and that’s final!

“Millie?!” Called Trixx who ran out of the house.

“Oh…hi.” Millie says.

“I’m so sorry about my mom. She’s been through a lot.” Trixx says. “I still follow Moxxie’s socials, he seems like a decent guy.” They say.

Millie smiles and nods. “Thanks. He is.”

“I hope you find him. Call me if I can help at all.” Trixx handed her a card with a number.

“Thank you.” She says.

“Of course, Moxxie has always been nice to me. He was the first person to text me when I came out. He’s always been supportive. I hope mom is wrong.”

“I almost wish she wasn’t, I’d have a chance at finding him.” Millie says.

Trixx nods. “Yeah… So, where you gonna look next?”

Millie shakes her head. “I don’t know, any ideas?”

Trixx shakes their head. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

“Well, thanks anyway.”

“Good luck, Millie.” Trixx says. “Tell him hi when you find him.”

Millie smiles. “I will.”

~~~Moxxie, past~~~

Moxxie was leaving the next day, and for once he was upset about it.

The harvest moon festival was going on, so Moxxie walked as far away from it as he could to read.

The noise was just too much. So he found a tree, where it was quiet.

Moxxie didn’t like quiet much, but on rare occasions he found the pleasure in it

“Moxxie! I found you!” A voice shorted.

“Millie! Hi!” He smiles, abandoning his book to give her his full attention.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Can I sign your cast?” Millie asks him, already holding up a marker she had brought herself. “Please?”

Moxxie smiles and gives her his arm so she can. “Of course.”

“Thanks. I wanted to properly thank you for helping me win.” She says.

“Oh, you’re welcome. It was fun actually.” Moxxie says. “I’ll say!” Millie says. “What started the mud fight anyway?” Moxxie asks her.

Millie sighs. “I dunno, I was angry and got carried away.” She says. “A boy at school…he said I was a messy haired bitch. I hate him.” She says, “and no one disagrees with him… I guess he’s right and maybe I overreacted.” Millie says.

“I don’t think you overreacted.” Moxxie says. “And you have nice hair.”

Millie smiles. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Moxxie shrugs. “And you’re nice too.”

“No, I’m not.” She scoffs.

“You helped me up, no one else did.” He says.

“I guess that’s true.” Millie says. “I think you were very brave out there.” She says.

“Me?” Moxxie asks.

“Yeah! Your arm broke and you didn’t even cry! My brothers probably would have, that looked awful painful. Not me though, I’m tough.”

Moxxie chuckled. “Oh, well…I’ve broken it before. It didn’t hurt that much.” He says.

“Still cool though. Where did you move here from anyway?” Millie asks. “I assume you’re not from here on account of you being so different then most folks around here.”

“I’m from Greed, we’re only visiting. We’re going home tomorrow actually.” Moxxie explains.

“Oh.” Millie says sadly. ��Will you ever come back to wrath?” She asks.

“Yeah, we visit every year.” He says.

“You can visit me next year…if you want.” Millie suggests.

“I’d love to.” Moxxie smiles.

Millie and Moxxie continued to talk. Despite loving the festival, Millie didn’t regret spending the rest of the day with Moxxie.

He really was so different then the other kids around here…

And she liked that.

~~~Blitzø~~~

“Stolas, I really can’t talk right now.” Blitzø says as he answered the phone. He told Cash he needed some time to think it over, and luckily he agreed. But, now Blitzø was left with a stupidly impossible choice!

“You can never talk, Blitzø! You’re always ready with an excuse, please stop trying to avoid it and just talk to me?” Stolas asks.

Blitzø hates how much Stolas knows him. “Stolas, I-“

“I promise no one is judging you.” Stolas says. “You don’t have to be embarrassed based on a little meltdown.”

Blitzø sighs, he should have known Stolas would eventually put two and two together.

A little meltdown is an understatement, he’s had multiple meltdowns, none as bad as this one…

Honestly, Blitzø was embarrassed…and confused about what happened afterwards- maybe even a little scared…

But that didn’t matter now. Stolas didn’t need to know how upset he was over that.

What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Besides, he’s got a real reason to avoid the bird this time.

“This isn’t about that.” He says to Stolas.

And it wasn’t…kinda wasn’t at least- he hated that it happened, but he was willing to let it go until he and Stolas talked and it made everything worse.

‘I want to give you all the love you deserve.’

He was just so nice! He cared so much!

Too much…

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” Stolas asks. “Every time we talk, you have an excuse. Just talk to me, don’t you think I deserve that at least?” He asks.

He does, Blitzø owes a lot to Stolas. Stolas has done everything he can for Blitzø… he at least deserves the truth. “Okay, maybe it was because of that- before- but not because of what happened…”

“What do you mean?” Stolas asked.

Blitzø realized that lying may be his best option now, he can’t risk loosing or hurting Stolas. “I just- I needed some time to get over it… but now- it’s about Moxxie.”

“Moxxie? Your employee?” Stolas asks.

“He’s missing.” Blitzø confirms.

“Oh dear, that is troubling.” Stolas says.

“Yeah.”

“Any idea where he might be?” Stolas asks him.

“We have a lead, but I’m not sure if I trust it.” Blitzø explains.

“I’m sorry.” Stolas says. “I had no idea-“

“It’s fine.” Blitzø says.

Stolas sighs. “I am sorry, I should have given you space-“ Stolas sighs. “I thought maybe after our conversation-“

“Stolas, it’s fine. You haven’t been bothering me. I just don’t know how to communicate…that’s all.”

“I promise I’ll do better, just tell me if you need space before, and I’ll give it to you…I just-“

Blitzø was about to interrupt, but he was interested in what Stolas had to say…

“I thought maybe you were mad at me…I thought I messed up and you were upset and avoiding me.” Stolas explains.

“I wasn’t mad, okay? You were helping me.” Blitzø says.

“I tried…” Stolas says. “But, you were still so upse-“

“Stolas, we’re good! Next time I’ll tell you. I’m sorry I made you worry.” Blitzø says.

“It’s alright.” Stolas says. “I know that wasn’t your intention.”

Blitzø sighs again, he needs to get off the phone, but he doesn’t want to…

What was wrong with him?

“Would you like some assistance in finding Moxxie?” Stolas asks.

“What?” Blitzø asks.

“I asked if you needed help, I have some connections that may be useful.” Stolas offers.

Blitzø considers it, maybe he can ask Stolas’s help with the situation…

Stolas has already done too much, he can’t take advantage of him. “No, we don’t need anything, Stolas. We’re fine.”

“Keep me updated?” Stolas asks.

“Yeah.” He hangs up the phone and drops his head…

What the fuck was he going to do?

~~~Moxxie:~~~

What’s he going to do when Millie and Blitzø find him?

They are looking for him…right?

They wouldn’t just- give up.

Moxxie wanted to cry. He didn’t want them to give up. But what was the use in hoping if they’ll be rejected and cast away even if they find Moxxie.

He’ll be foced to watch as everyone he loves is taken away-

Just like before.

He felt like a child again…

He was acting like a child again…

Why can’t he just grow the fuck up and move on?

He couldn’t though… if he were anywhere else, he’d

But he felt so small, so weak.

He felt like a scared child again, he wanted his mom to help him the way she used to.

“You can’t possibly have nothing left for me.” Moxxie says to her as if she were listening somehow from beyond the grave. “You must have some words left, some guidance..”

Moxxie walks over to the window and looked to the sky.

They say Imps don’t have an afterlife- but they have to have something…right?

“What do you want me to do, mom? Please-please just tell me what to do and I’ll do it!” He begged. “You were always so good at that…”

But she doesn’t answer him…

She’s not there…

Or- or maybe she was ignoring him…

The way she used to when she was mad…

Was she mad at him? Because-

Moxxie’s mind is turned back to the cast-

“No…”

~~~Past~~~

Moxxie and his mother got back from their trip to wrath.

Crimson have got one look at the cast and flipped out. “What the fuck is this?” He asks, grabbing Moxxie’s arm.

“There was an incident. But he’s fine.” She says.

“He’s not fine! If he was fine, he wouldn’t be wearing a cast on his arm, would he?” Crimson asks.

“Relax, Crimson. He had some fun for a change.”

“That’s the last time I’m letting you take him to wrath, I didn’t sleep with you just so you could break our kid.”

“I’m breaking him? Really? He breaks his arm all the time!” She says.

“Yeah! Here, where it’s safe to do so!” Crimson says. “I don’t need him breaking it when he’s that far from home!”

Moxxie went to his room, he doesn’t want to hear his parents fight anymore.

~~~Later~~~

His mother walks into Moxxie’s room as he was drawing something in his notebook.

“Chip?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Did you have a good time?”

“The best time!” Moxxie says.

“You really liked Millie, hm?” She asks.

“Yeah, she was cool.” Moxxie says. “She told me where her house is so I can visit her next time, see?” Moxxie shows his mother a map he drew himself that went from his aunts house to Millie’s house.

“I do see.” His mother says. “That’s very impressive, Chip.”

Moxxie turns back to his notebook, finishing the details of the house.

“You know, I knew her mother Lynn in highschool. We weren’t really friends or anything, but I knew of her. They comes from a really nice family.” She says.

Moxxie smiles, but then notices his mom wasn’t…

His smile deflates. “What’s wrong, Mama?” He asks.

“Sweetie, you must promise me something: You can’t let her get caught up in this.”

“Caught up in what?” He asks.

“All this, your family. You can’t see her again, Chip.” She says. “I’m sorry, but you can’t. You’ll ruin her life.”

Moxxie’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t want to ruin Millie’s life.

“I know you’re very young, and it’s hard to understand now. But. Please promise me, Moxxie?”

“I promise…” Moxxie says.

~~~present~~~

“You can’t be mad at me about that…” he says to his mother like she was still there. Tears pour down Moxxie’s face more and more at the realization that he may have disappointed her. “No- You’re not allowed to be mad at me! Just because you couldn’t be happy doesn’t mean I don’t get to be! I needed her, it was too much to ask of me!”

Moxxie sits down on the floor and curled up to himself. “You don’t know what it was like, I was just a kid, taking care of you! Doing everything you ever asked of me- everything he asked me… I’m allowed to be selfish for once!” He says.

Did he really ruin Millie’s life like she said? Did he hurt and abandon the woman he loved?

Was she going to be okay now that Moxxie’s not there?

He wiped the tears from his eyes, and he curls up against the corner of his room.

‘Please don’t be mad at me, mama…I’m sorry.'

It was like she was leaving him all over again.

Notes:

‘Family said that I decided to live a loveless life Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride?’ ~The family Jewels, Marina and the diamonds.

~~~ Notes: I’m so sorry this took me so long. I swear I was working hard to get it done, but it wasn’t coming out the way I wanted it to.

Hopefully the hard work paid off and the chapter is decent enough.

I know this is probably not how M&M met, but I had this idea and for some reason couldn’t see it any other way…idk.

Lol lmk how you’d imagine M&M met, I got a feeling it may have been an enemies to lovers dynamic. (Or maybe I just hope that cuz’ it’s so funny to me that these perfect lovers were once enemies. Lol.)

Hope to update soon, next chapter will have more sharks. love you guys! Taglist: @todayimfour

#itty bitty imps #helluva boss age regression #helluva boss #Little!Moxxie #Helluva boss Moxxie #Helluva boss Crimson #father knows best

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