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mattsbabytomato · 2 months

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Under The Blanket

pairing : matt x reader, chris x reader

summary : tension fills the room on a lazy afternoon

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, praising, voyeurism, swearing, handjob, fingering

word count: 1.7k

author’s note: this is my first ever smut !! feedback would be appreciated ♡ i was planning on writing a part two (threesome) if this goes well so lemme know ◡̈ i hope you enjoy !!!

ps - i never write in general either so this is all so new

18+ MINORS DNI

it’s 7pm, the triplets and y/n had filled up on the burgers chris decided to make for the wednesday video. being struck with a food coma, the four decide to have a lazy night in with candy, popcorn and a good movie.

chris, being the youngest, fought for the corner of the couch so he could sprawl his legs out and lay comfortably, tucked underneath a big fluffy blanket. nick opted to lay on the floor whilst you and matt sat next to chris on the couch.

‘give me the bowl of popcorn!’ chris shouts. ‘chris, the popcorns for all of us, not just you.’ matt argues. ‘my god. give y/n the bowl and she can sit between you two. SIMPLE solution. i can’t stand you two bickering for the entire movie.’ nick chimes in. matt rolls his eyes, ‘you’d think chris is the king of the couch or something.' you giggle at the chaos, grabbing the bowl off of chris and placing it on your lap. chris smiles at you as he grabs a handful of popcorn.

it wasn’t up in open air but this past week had brought a form of tension between you and chris. the two of you felt drawn to eachother in ways that you hadn’t before. you longed to be in each others' presence even if it meant sitting in silence. alas, chris leaned his head on your shoulder, having the pace of your heart increase.

matt on the otherhand also began to feel a strong desire creep in. he managed to hide it well but it didn’t help that tonight all you had worn was an oversized tee and black booty shorts. you leaned into chris, laying your head to rest on top of his. matt’s jealousy grew. 'why do they look like a couple?’ he thought. his mind wandered, his eyeline drifted slowly down her body, admiring her beauty before reaching her plump thighs. matt couldn’t help but stare, imagination growing wild. oh how he wished he could be between them, eating her out, making her scream out his name.

‘i’m cold… chris share your blanket. there’s enough for three of us to fit under there!’ you exclaimed causing matt to snap back into reality.

matt gestured his hand out, ‘yea i’m getting pretty cold too, pass the blanket mr king of the couch’.

chris huffed giving matt the end of the blanket covering the three of you, leaving you sandwiched between the two boys.

‘this movie sucks, i’m gonna head to my room and edit the video.’ nick got up from the floor, footsteps growing quiet as he walked up the stairs, leaving the three alone.

the tension in the room got thicker. chris’ scent wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help it anymore. your hand travelled under the blanket laying it on his chest, his breathing growing more intense as you feel his chest rise and fall. chris looks over at the you, pupils dilated. you're his best friend... you're all of their best friend, he knew he shouldn’t take this further but your eyes showed him that you wanted this too.

chris glanced over at matt to see his eyes fixated on the movie, not noticing the tension between the two. a newfound confidence taking over chris. he smirks at you, grabbing your hand and placing it over his clothed member, he’s already hard. your eyes widen at his confidence, a mixture of shock and excitement on your face. the idea of trying not to get caught causing trouble to your heat.

you take control and pull out chris' cock. you were covered by a blanket so how would matt know, right?

chris lets out a shaky breath trying to stay quiet as you slowly stroke up and down. he’s bigger than you expected. you continue to tease chris, agonisingly slow until he takes his hand and places it on yours, speeding up your movement. this is so hot… your thighs clenching together, desire growing, you switch your position slightly to feel some sort of relief.

matt feels y/n ruffle so he turns to take a look. y/n had repositioned herself causing the blanket to fall off of matt. her shorts rode up having her ass on full display. fuck. matt wasn’t dumb, he could see it on chris face. the two were having a much more enjoyable movie experience. matt’s jealousy grew, he so badly wanted to be in chris’ position. that’s when the idea popped into his head.

’there’s enough for three of us to fit under there’, y/n's words echo in his head.

matt lifts the blanket off of your feet causing the both of you to freeze your actions. ’you two need to stop hogging the blanket’, you apologise while slowly stroking the long haired brunette underneath the blanket. ‘i just wanted to get more comfortable and the blanket fell’ matt smirks at you, knowing that you're longing for some sort of relief.

matt brings the blanket over to cover your behind along with his lap. if his brother can have fun, why shouldn’t he as well?

you suddenly feel his fingers glide up your thigh, his cold rings causing you to let out a soft gasp. chris is too focused on the your movements to notice. you turn to face matt, his face written with lust as he dips his fingers into your panties. you're wet. his fingers toy with your clit as your legs spread wider to give him more access.

she was desperate, he was desperate.

matt quickens the little circles he’s drawing on your bud, you bite your lip trying hard to not let out a moan. without realising, your strokes quicken, matching the pleasure you’re receiving. you turn to chris. his eyes shut tight nearing his high as he begins thrusting into your hand.

matt can see chris is close but he wants your focus to be on him. he shoves two of his fingers into your tight hole making you gasp, you turn to look at matt, ‘you’re gonna get me caught’ you mouth. matt smirks increasing his speed, you fight to hold back your moans.

chris’ face is twisted with pleasure and as the scene on the screen gets louder so does chris. his breath heavy. he couldn’t hide it anymore, he thrusts up into your hand hard and fast. 'FUCK! Shit…’ he exclaims, but it’s masked under the sound of the action of the screen. you continue stroking as he comes down from his high as he quivers in your touch. chris looks into your eyes and watches as you brings your hand up to your mouth to lick his fluid off of your fingers. ’she’s so hot’ he thinks to himself as he stares at you in awe.

‘i gotta use the bathroom’ chris says as he gets up quickly, trying his best to hide the mess in his grey sweats.

as soon as chris is out of sight, matt grabs your face pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. ‘you’re such a little slut getting my brother off while i have my fingers inside of you.’ he flips you on all fours to pull your booty shorts down. he stares at your puffy cunt in admiration, ’look at how wet you are. think you can stay quiet with my dick inside of you?’

‘quick matt, i need you so bad. chris will be back any second.’ with that matt pulls his sweatpants down, just enough for his dick to spring out. he lines it up with your entrance and slowly pushes in letting out a raspy groan. ‘fuck, you’re so tight for me sweet girl’.

y/n lets out a moan, covering her mouth when she hears footsteps slowly approaching. she frantically grabs the blanket to cover both their lower halves. matt continuing to pump in and out of her, pushing her hips down so she was now laying on her side.

chris walks back into the room, returning to his spot on the couch. he smiles at the girl, grabbing the popcorn and settling it on his lap, completely oblivious to the scene occurring on the opposite end of the couch.

you push your hips towards matt causing him to throw his head back to let out a silent groan. his hand moves up to your hip, the pressure hard as he continues to thrust deep into your pussy. you needed to moan, scream, anything.

‘chris..’ you say trembling and breathy. he turns to you in confusion. ‘could you grab me some iced water?’ i don’t feel to good’. concerned, he immediately gets up and heads to the kitchen.

when chris turns the corner, matt throws off the blanket to watch his dick disappearing inside of you. ‘fuck matt, you feel so good.’ he lets out an animalistic growl. ’this pussy was made for me sweetheart. such a good girl staying quiet for me. don’t want to get caught do we?’ he leans forward to kiss you, tongues fighting for dominance, filling eachothers mouths with lewd moans.

‘matt i’m so close fuck’. the boy leans back up to thrust into you at a better angle, his hand moving down to your clit rubbing hard and fast.

‘fuck matt im coming, OH. MY. GOD.’ your legs tremble, thighs clench together.

‘i’m gonna come too. fuck, where do you want it?’ his hands grip your hips tightly, shoving himself deeper into you. ‘inside me please. i want to feel all of you.’

‘SHITTT’ he groans as he thrusts into your cunt two more times. ‘come for me matt’ you look back at him, locking eye contact. ‘FUCK. FUCK. FUCKKK.’ he shouts, not caring who hears him as he releases his liquid into you, coating your walls white.

he slowly pulls out of you, watching the cum drip down your messy cunt. the two of you completely lost in your highs, dazed and out of breath.

‘what. the. fuck.’ the two of you freeze and turn to the boy’s voice.

chris stood there frozen with a glass of iced water.

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rottenaero · 1 year

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“If you’re going to terrorize people, can you at-least give me a heads-up? Family Video can’t run by itself.”

Eddie snorts from his side of the phone, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a three weeks notice next time someone trashes my lunch. That way you’ll have lunch ready when I call.”

He’s already got his car keys in hand by the time he finishes, mouthing sorry to his new-hire co-worker. “Jesus man, you know you’ll owe me literal money for this right? Groceries aren’t cheap.”

“Shit, right,” He sucks in a breath, “I promise I will, I’ve got stock right now that’ll sell out soon, by championship game I’ll have the big bucks.”

Steve hums, “Alright, see you.” He says, cutting off Eddie’s response by setting the phone in the holster. He leaves, not even saying goodbye to the other guy on shift.

Bag of McDonalds in hand, he strides through the cafeteria. He was lucky the school hadn’t cared about him going in, but it was also concerning. A few people from different tables sent him looks, he thinks he hears one or two whispers of ‘King Steve’ even though he graduated two years ago.

He glances around, eyes falling to the hellfire table.

Steve’s never been gladder that the lunch-line takes forever.

Eddie sees him and lights up, big grin and all. “Ste-vie!” He shouts, drawing attention from nearby tables. Steve sets himself, and the bag down on the table.

Jeff gives him a half-hearted wave from across the table and he returns it before turning back to the super-senior. “So, what’d you get me, is it chicken nuggets? A burger?” He asks, pointing a hand at Gareth who started a drum role on the table.

Steve pushes the bag towards him. “Happy Meal, they ran out of boxes though.”

Eddie gapes, “That’s like- The whole point, the smile on the box, Steve.”

“Just eat your damn cookies, man. I have to get back to work." He states, standing back up. Eddie tuts, “Why leave when you could stay? Fuck Tim-“

“Bill.” He corrects.

“Ah, so the home-wrecker has a name.”

“He complimented my shirt once- And if it was just Bill I’d stay, but I don’t want to run into-“

“Steve, hey, what are you doing here?”

#short post since i cant post anything but drafts</3 #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #crisisinverted17

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brothebro · 1 year

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Any dp/dc fic recs?

of course! Honestly, i love so many of them and I'll try to include as many as i can in my list here! The Undead Lockpicking series by Milaley: In which Danny has a lockpicking youtube channel and he lockpicks the Watchtower. Hilarious, excellent 10/10

The Bat Trap by Threee: Honestly a good ol twin switcheroo with many funny moments but also a lot of delicious angst! (a Damian & Danny twins au) Just, chef's kiss!

GLXY:PSSNGR by socraticat: Danny takes the place of his alternate universe self who lives with vlad in Gotham after vlad killed his parents. Muchas angst, lots of worldbuilding and fantastic action!

A second life by Die_Erlkonigin6083:Kid Danny who has memories from a past life and currently is Dick Grayson's clone baby (and a bunch of others but mostly Dick's) Adorable 100/10 recommend>

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (milkywxy): Epic. Dad!Lex and and dimensional travel son!Danny. Sweet and super well-executed Cass/Danny. 10/10 i need to catch up with the latest chappies but it's so freaking good I am aaaaaa

Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst: Danny/Jason. Awesome af. Crime lord Jason ftw! Danny is a (supernatural)delivery boy and professional enigma in Gotham

Our Empty Graves by suomifae: Hazmat Suit, no one knows au! Danny/Jason in which Danny finds himself helping out in Jason's gang. Very cool story building, ideas and execution. Im literally screaming in every chapter. so so good!

bloodlines by halfagone (milkywxy): Danny is Diana's and Bruce's son. He of course doesn't know that. There's a prophesy involved that says Danny will end the world, Diana finds out accidentally about it and finds out she has a son (memory wipe shenanigans) and GOSH. There's so much awesome stuff happening and it's a pleasure to see them piece together the facts. 10/10 Diana rocks

Summons by DizzlyPuzzled: Ghost king Danny in which because he's underage his father gets summoned in his stead. Bruce would very much like to know why he keeps getting yote through summoning circles. Just the right amount of funny, family fluff and angst.

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire: BOI I HAVE NO WORDS. the plot in this is thiccc and juicy and delicious and the mystery is the cherry on top! Danny lives in Gotham, does some ghostly sigil stuff around to protect Gothamites from bad ghosts, it backfires, we don't know why. Red duck candles are involved. The Batkids are chaos. and im here eating popcorn because it's all super entertaining to watch unfold. 100/10 jessica's duck candle

Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt: Jazz/Jason THE FIC. honestly one of the best Anger Management fics i've ever read. Love the way Communication between partners is portrayed here and how they overcome the hurdles despite the shitshow that is both their lives (affectionate). 10/10 would read again

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid: You need an ao3 account for this one, go go go go make one because it's super worth it! Jason/Danny. They meet at the graveyard, your honour! They actively mess with Bruce and the rest of the Batkids! Gala Shenanigans! What else can i say? Go read!

Worm Off the String by TourettesDog: I am licherally dying of laughter. Peak comedy. Danny/Tim ft little baby man Danny who Tim thinks is Danny's weird af pet. Honestly, so GOOD. 100/10 comedy gold.

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083: A Danny/Damian fic in which Danny is a streamer and Damian watches his stream. Super cute, well executed, 100/10 sweetness scale

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy: Babes i dunno what to tell you. I've done fanart of this fic. De-aged baby Danny and DadHood. Human-ish Fright Knight and Excellent friend Roy. Guys seriously. SO SO SO SO GOOD. 100/10 I wanna see the kid reveal to the batfam and am vibrating out of existence imagining scenarios. - There are more but I can't possibly list them all in one go, I'll make another fic rec list later 💙

#dpxdc #dcxdp #fic recs #bro's asks

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brokenbytheircursedlove · 1 year

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THE DEMON BROS REACTING TO MC GETTING CURSED BY A LOVE POTION Pt.2

SUMMARY: You and Solomon were doing a potion for class, but you messed up. In present, you're unconscious with the demon brothers surrounding you and yelling at Solomon as if it's his fault. Solomon came in use by telling them the effect of the potion: "The first person they see after waking up will be the person who they will cling on to the whole day."

WARNINGS: getting cursed ig..., suggestive themes in asmo

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan- Pt.1

Why do I always decide to help that old sorcerer?...

SATAN

Satan is the first one to notice that you opened your eyes and looks like after opening your eyes the first demon you saw was Satan. Unlike his older brothers he immediately went to your side holding your hand, making you blush like crazy. In response to your blush and his actions, whines and complaints could be heard from his brothers. He shrugged them off, making sure of your well-being. You suddenly cling on to him, making his smug facade drop aka making him blush. He picks you up bridal style in front of his brothers and walks through them, leaving his brothers' jaw dropped.

"My kitten, I wonder how a human like you can be better than every romance novel ever written~"

Smug demon alert

Oh, so you think you will get to pamper him and all that? Well, you're wrong. This man won't let you leave his sight for a second.

Will continuously pet your head like a kitten, intertwine your fingers with his, comb your hair with his fingers and if you decide to pamper him, he will slightly chuckle and kiss you. not like you're complaining.

Offers to read your favourite novels with you.

If you really want to make him blush wear cat ears and meow/purr, he'll be on his knees.

Next day, you'll wake up to you laying your head on his chest and being surrounded by cats and books.

ASMODEUS

Asmo is already by your side holding your hand before you opened your eyes. Hence, it was not a surprise when you saw him first and cling onto him. Like mammon, he boasted about how you would obviously see him first but unlike mammon, his words were not a tsundere act. Instead of picking you up he holds your hand and leads you to his room, shooing mammon's whines in revolt.

"I have you all to myself~ Oh, how wonderful~"

Smug demon alert 2.0

Will most definitely plan a whole spa day with you.

He, also, like a certain big brother of his does not let you pamper him.

He gives you kisses all over making sure each one leaves a lip stain.

He also makes sure you do nothing but relax. This demon is the king of care and will make you know that.

During your spa session makes sure you're holding hands with him.

flirts with you the whole time.

He also takes you out for drinks afterwards. Of course you don't get drunk, but he does.

The next day, you come out limping of his room with a so called burn on your neck.

BEELZEBUB

He was stress eating a burger when you awoke but the hearts in your eyes didn't care about that. His eyes finally fell on you when you almost stumbled standing up. He was about to help you before you wrapped your arms around his neck, hanging on him. He dropped his burger' blushing. How could he not? You looked so small and adorable compared to him. Trust me, if he could, he would have gobbled you up by now. He picks you up like a child letting your legs wrap around his waist. Carrying you to his room while allowing Belphie to follow.

"MC, Can I taste you please?"

Will kiss you just to taste your skin (with permission of course)

Will also take you to an all you can eat buffet.

If you decide to stay at home and pamper him, he will turn into an adorable blushing demon in no time.

Offer to cook him food, he is over the moon. the fact that I am writing this but have absolutely no cooking abilities.

will offer you a cuddle session with Belphie. If you refuse Belphie will become all pouty, but who cares about that.

next day, Beel will be quite clingy of you.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie was the least bothered and was happily standing sleeping. He groaned when his precious sleep was interrupted by having someone's arms wrap around his neck from the side. He opened his eyes about to yell at the person before he saw you, clinging on to him with such an adorable close-eyed smile on your face. He immediately blushes. His sin washes away as adrenaline rushes through his body, offering you to climb on his back and takes you to his room.

"I, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth declares you as the best pillow in all the three realms."

cuddles you to death. again

if you decide to lay his head on your lap thighs he will never let you go.

he is not used to get so much affection from you because of you know what, but right now he is back in the celestial realm.

run your hands through his hair. Please.

Whisper sweet nothings in his ear and he will lock you and him both in the attic.

next day, you wake up to Belphie's tail wrapped around your thigh while he is still asleep.

Now, for the bonus you all have been waiting for:

BONUS

Solomon was desperately trying to get the brothers (specifically lucifer, mammon) off his back. Trying to convince them he did not do it purposefully. Hence, he was thrown off guard when he felt a sudden weight on his left arm. The brothers' and his jaw dropped when they saw you clinging to Solomon's arm. A decently pink blush found its way to his cheeks as he curses himself for not considering this as a possibility. Somehow convincing the brothers, he took you back to purgatory hall. You held his hand through the way resulting the sorcerer to attain butterflies in his stomach.

"If I could, I would keep you all to myself, away from those demons and angels"

fortunately, the angels were not at home.

Please MC, stop pampering him like this, stop running your hands through his hair, stop giving his forehead kisses from time to time and please stop flattering him. He is too old for this he'll die.

will offer to cook for you but the potion is not strong enough for you to march yourself towards death.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed your daily dose of rick roll yesterday. Please ask me to write anything, i have limited ideas.

#obey me #love potion #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphie #om! belphegor #om! fluff #fluff #give me asks #obey me love potion

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harringtown · 2 years

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steve harrington must die - pt 1

did it take me an eternity to finish part 1? yes. but we did it pals!!! welcome to the john tucker must die au!!! right now I've got this plotted at four parts & it'll kinda follow along the s3 timeline!!!

requested by @la-fille-en-aiguilles

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: three of Steve Harrington’s exes set up their former boyfriend to fall in love with the reader, so they can break his heart (aka introductions, general set up, and a laser tag date)

word count: 4.6k

During June in Indiana, there are only a handful of places to escape from the sweltering heat and near-constant dampness that comes along with it. If you’re committed enough and make it to the pool before the crowds descend, a lawn chair in the shade and a dip in the water. If you’re quiet enough, the library’s AC spends its summers rattling and cranking out cool-but-not-cold air.

The best, though, is Starcourt Mall. With its shiny new fixings and fancy appliances, walking into the mall always feels like stepping onto another planet. One where the sun doesn’t declare war on its people during the summers.

Three days into June, and the heat is already unbearable. As such, you spent most of May in the food court or browsing the stores or simply lying on the benches with your friends to avoid going back outside. June, July, and August are looking the same.

Having a mall is already an oddity. The girls you occupy your time with while you’re at the mall is even more odd.

You’d always heard things changed after graduation. You didn’t believe it until now, sitting around bright white food court tables with three girls you wouldn't have been caught dead with in high school, and vice versa. Social circles ran tight at Hawkins High, and it wasn’t until you were all released that you saw them for what they truly were. Or, more technically, until you got stuck in the Starcourt Mall elevator for two hours with them on your first day of summer vacation and came out fast friends.

“Alright, what are our options today, ladies?” Rebecca asks. In high school, she was class president and head of pretty much every club. Today, she stares intently at the food court signs like they’ll change out of her sheer will.

“Exactly the same as yesterday,” says Theresa-call-me-Thea, kicking her shin-high slouched leather boots up onto the plastic table. To her right, Beth swipes her smoothie out of the way just in time to keep it from going flying and shoots Thea a glare.

“We’ve got hot dogs, pretzels, burger king, and the great cookie. Not a single healthy option,” Beth says. Once a star athlete at Hawkins High, her few months of graduation hadn’t yet shaken its hold. Beth is always dressed like she’s heading to a workout or just came from one.

“Don’t even talk to me about the great cookie,” Thea groans. “If I eat another, I will combust.”

“We could just get ice cream,” you say. In over a month’s worth of rotations, Scoops Ahoy hasn’t been factored in once. The girls practically act like it doesn’t exist and have for so long you forgot to question it. “We never do, and that sundae always looks ridiculously good.”

All three girls protest at once.

“Absolutely not,” Rebecca says.

“Not a goddamn chance,” Thea says.

“No way,” says Beth.

You frown, sneaking a glance at the Scoops Ahoy counter. Apart from a manager you’ve only seen once or twice, the only consistent employees are a girl from the year beneath you, and Steve Harrington, once the alleged King of Hawkins High, who now spends his days scooping cones for tweens. Unless there was some rumor about rats in the kitchen, you don’t see any reason for boycotting what is clearly a popular spot.

“What do you people have against ice cream?” you ask.

One side of Beth’s mouth curls up, but the others aren’t impressed.

“Ice cream? Love the stuff. Can’t get enough of it,” Thea says.

“Steve Harrington, on the other hand?” says Rebecca. She shakes her head.

Thea scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. Her bracelets jangle and clack. “That’s one prom photo I will never get back.”

“Homecoming,” Beth says.

“Spring Fling,” Rebecca says with a snort.

“Wait, all three of you—” You start.

“Three months in ‘82,” Thea says, jabbing a finger at Rebecca. “Four at the beginning of ‘83.” She points to Beth. “And a whopping four and a half after that.” She gestures to herself.

“And still breaking hearts from the looks of it,” Beth says.

At the Scoops Ahoy counter, Steve has an exaggerated grin as he talks to two girls as he rings them up. You may not be able to hear the flirting, but you don’t need to.

“Friggin’ Casanova.” Thea huffs. “I mean, I get it, we all get a little too caught up in a boy with cute hair at some point, but Jesus. You’d think he’d run out of girls to work his act on by now.”

“He’ll get his,” Rebecca says. “Just you wait. One day, a girl is going to come along and rip his heart into pieces, just like he did to us. And he won’t even see it coming.”

“Oh, I’d like to see that,” Thea says.

“Ditto,” says Beth.

A silent second passes, and then, three pairs of eyes slide to you.

A wide, mischievous grin pulls on Thea’s dark-red stained lips. “Is anyone thinking what I’m thinking?”

Beth frowns. “Oh, I don’t know about that—”

“Absolutely I am,” Rebecca says.

“Oh, come on, Beth,” Thea says, reaching over to tap on Beth’s wrist. “You can’t tell me you haven’t secretly wished to see that boy get knocked off his high horse for years.”

Beth frowns. “I mean, yes, but—”

“Yeah, so I’m not thinking what you’re thinking,” you say, “and I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me it's not possible,” Thea says, leaning over the table to stare at Beth. Beth, with visible irritation, rolls her eyes and turns to Rebecca.

“Do not encourage this,” Beth says.

“Encourage what?” you ask. “Seriously, if someone doesn’t start talking, I’m going up to the Scoops Ahoy counter and telling Steve Harrington you all want a sundae delivered right to the table by him, personally.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Thea says.

Beth leans her forearms into the table, nudging Thea’s boots aside.

“They’re talking about getting even,” Beth says. “Breaking Steve Harrington’s heart and using you to do it.”

“Using is such a negative word,” Thea says.

“We could do it, though,” Rebecca says. “The three of us combined, we know him better than anyone. What he likes, what he doesn’t. We could make the perfect girl. Or, perfect for Steve Harrington.”

“That’s insane,” you say. “If it were someone else—If I were someone else—maybe, but...”

“You’re pretty much the only one who can do it,” Rebecca says. “You’re our very own trojan horse.”

“Weren’t you the one who was complaining about being bored out of their mind?” Thea asked. “Having nothing to do?” The excitement in her voice is persuasive in itself. It’s one of the things you like best about Thea. To her, anything is an adventure to embark on or a mystery to solve. “Think about it. You’d go down in Hawkins history.”

“She’s exaggerating,” Beth says. She purses her lips. “But she’s not wrong.”

“Aha!” Thea claps once. “And we’ve swayed the jury, ladies and germs.”

“It’s not up to me,” Beth says. “It’s up to you.” Beth nods at you.

“So?” Thea asks. She props her elbows on the table and leans her chin into her hands, waggling her dark brows. “Are you in? Tell me you’re in.”

You look between them.

Without a mission, albeit stupid, ridiculous, and destined to fail, the rest of the summer will be just like it has been. Every day as boring and uneventful as the last.

And maybe breaking Steve Harrington’s heart won’t put you in the history books. But it is something, and clearly, it’s important to the girls.

“I’m in,” you say.

And so, after three days of surprisingly intense preparation by Thea, Beth, and Rebecca, you don’t head to the usual spot to meet up with the girls. Instead, you make your way through the crowded food court—the lunch rush is in full swing, and you swear half the town is in line for shriveled corn dogs or oily pizza.

Steve Harrington stands at the ice cream counter, just like he does every day.

Back in school, your familiarity with him was more of a know-of-him type. The first two and a half years, his name carried through the halls daily. Then Billy Hargrove moved to town. One day the boys came to school with bright bruises and fresh cuts, and in an instant Billy’s name climbed above Steve’s.

After that, you didn’t hear much about Steve Harrington.

Only a few customers are waiting at the ice cream counter, and within two minutes, it’s your turn at the front.

“Be with you in a sec!” Steve calls, momentarily busy wiping up the melted sample someone spilled on the ice cream case.

He is immediately not what you expected, though the uniform doesn’t help. The bright blue sailors uniform and clunky white hat aren’t exactly doing him any favors in upholding his reputation. He looks more like the boy next door than the king of Hawkins High.

He doesn’t look as perfect as he once did, either. His nose has clearly been broken, probably more than once, and a handful of little scars catch in the fluorescent lights.

“Sorry about that,” Steve says, tossing the blue-stained napkins into the trash and turning to face you. “I swear, some of these kids were raised by actual wolves—” He stops as his eyes catch yours, mouth open mid-sentence like someone reached in and plucked the words out. He clears his throat, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he might be blushing. “What can I get ya?”

Your heart races, and not for the first time, you wonder if you’re even capable of this. If you’re the right choice for this little mission. But you’re at the counter, so there’s no turning back now.

“Can I get a scoop of the U.S.S. Butterscotch?” you ask, willing your voice not to waver. “Apparently it’s the best ice cream in Hawkins.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s out of this world,” Steve says.

Steve isn’t the only one surprised when you laugh—you’re surprised, too. Surprised that he made such a dorky joke, and surprised that it’s actually kind of funny.

“Don’t hype it up too much,” you say. “Your tip depends on it.”

Steve snorts a laugh. A line forms between his brows. He tugs an ice cream scooper out of his pocket and flips it over his wrist—a mindless action that, weirdly, grabs your attention and holds it. Holds it tight enough you don’t hear what he says next, and ask, “What?” far too loud.

A lopsided grin forms on his lips. “I know you,” he repeats.

You frown. Shit. It figures. Three minutes into the con, and your cover is already broken.

“Miss Harrison’s class. Senior year.”

Relief pushes a breath out of you, and you force a nervous smile—the nerves don’t need to be faked.

“I can’t believe you remember me,” you say.

He shifts back a bit, still smiling, like he’s shocked you’re even asking.

“Of course, I remember you. You sat right in front of me. I spent a year staring at the back of your head.”

“So, if I’d have walked up backwards, you’d have recognized me immediately?”

“Oh, no doubt,” Steve says.

You laugh, and though you know you’re supposed to, you don’t have to fake it. Steve laughs, too, and when the laughter fades, the pair of you just smile at each other for a little too long.

“Hey! Harrington! We have ice cream needs back here!” A young girl with her friends sidles up beside you, apparently familiar with Steve or just confident, or both.

Steve takes a breath and gives you an expression that makes it seem like you’re both in on some inside joke. It’s almost impressive how quickly he managed to turn you from strangers into allies.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Sinclair. You’ll get your ice cream. Hold your damn horses,” Steve calls. He gives you an apologetic smile. “That’ll be $1.25.”

You nod, digging a bill and a quarter out of your pocket and handing it over. Steve’s fingers brush yours as he takes the money, and it feels like a moment right out of those cheesy films Rebecca is obsessed with, but your heart skips a beat anyway.

Steve tucks the money into the register and holds out a receipt.

Before you lose your nerve, you ask, “Do you have a pen?”

Steve frowns but digs a pen out of his pocket and passes it to you. He says nothing, but as you scrawl the digits onto the paper, his eyes go wide.

“What is—” He starts.

“My number,” you say, shoving the receipt back across the counter. You flash a smile. “You should use it.”

His frown deepens, and then, in an instant, transforms into a smile that even manages to convince you, at least for a moment, of its genuineness. Before you do something stupid, like fall for it, you turn and walk away, heart still pounding against your ribs.

“Well, well, well, Popeye,” Robin announces as she shoves open the flimsy divider between the front and back of the shop. She slaps her whiteboard on the counter, uncapping her pen. “I think you just earned yourself the first tally for this side of the board.”

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing the receipt—your receipt—from the counter and tucking it gently in his pocket.

“Thank you, captain obvious,” he says, and hopes Robin can’t tell he’s blushing.

To his infinite relief, Robin only teases him about it for a few minutes, and the lunch rush saves him. He spends the rest of his shift thinking about the two minutes you stood at the counter.

It feels different. It feels like, maybe, finally, it might be real.

“Steve Harrington has officially taken the bait, ” Thea says, throwing herself onto Beth’s bed. Beth, sitting against the headboard, draws her legs out of the way just in time to prevent Thea slamming into them. She purses her lips but doesn’t chide Thea.

Rebecca slides across the floor on the rolling desk chair, leaning her arms over the back of it. “Where’s he taking you?”

You take the open spot at the end of Beth’s bed, pulling your legs up under you. “No clue. He said it was a surprise.” You cock a brow. “What are the chances he��s taking me somewhere to murder me?”

Thea snorts. “He may be a lady-killer, but he’s not an actual killer.”

“Never say lady-killer again,” Rebecca says.

“Lady-killer.” Thea grins. “Lady—”

Beth reaches down to swat at Thea’s shoulder. Thea laughs, craning away.

“Focus,” Beth says. “Y/N is going into the lion’s den tonight.”

You frown. So far, Steve Harrington isn’t the playboy he’s been made out to be. To be fair, you’ve only had two interactions with the boy since high school. And the girls actually knew him.

“He’s just a guy,” you say.

“A guy who probably doesn’t know how to do his own laundry,” Rebecca says.

Thea lets out a dramatic sigh. “Those are always the most dangerous ones.”

Steve doesn’t take you into the lion’s den. He still won't tell you exactly where you’re going, but when he pulls into the parking lot of a decent restaurant, some of your fear dissipates.

“Italian food?” you ask, as he puts the car in park.

He flashes you a grin, and says, “Someone’s impatient.”

“More like, making sure you’re not kidnapping me.”

He snorts. “I don’t think it’s kidnapping if you’re 18.” He arches a brow at you. “And do you really think I’m organized enough to pull something like that off?” He shakes his head. “Besides, my trunk is way too small.”

“I mean, no, I don’t think you are—“

Steve feigns offense, a hand flying to his chest, and he gasps.

“But I’d be stupid to put it past you.”

To your surprise, Steve just smiles.

“For the record,” he says, popping open the driver’s side door, “we’re not getting Italian food. And I’m not kidnapping you.” He slides out of the car and shuts his door, but before you’ve even undone your seatbelt, Steve is opening the passenger side door for you.

You know it’s all part of the act, but there’s nothing in his eyes that justifies that. All you can see is a bouncy, nervous boy opening the door for his date.

He’s more dangerous than you realized, because he doesn’t appear to be.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you climb out of the car, Steve nudging the door shut after you.

“So, if we’re not getting Italian food, what exactly are we doing here?” you ask.

A mischievous grin pulls on his lips.

“We,” he says, “are playing laser tag.”

And against your better judgment, against everything you told yourself before going into this, you smile back.

The laser tag place, appropriately named Laser Tron, is busier than one might expect on a random Thursday night, and apart from you and Steve, no one is older than fourteen.

And though the teams are split evenly before heading into the room, the second you pass through the door, it becomes two on everyone else, with the younger kids splitting off to one side of the dark, neon-splashed room, and you and Steve heading for the other side.

The room has two stories, with dozens of walls and objects to hide behind, and green, pink, and blue paint scattered across the walls and floors. You’re sporting a bulky, worn vest, and a massive plastic gun, and once again, despite all your preparations, you’re surprised to find you’re already having fun. Steve helps you into your vest, and his fingers linger at the top of the zipper, thumbs grazing the hollow of your throat, and you try and convince yourself it’s adrenaline, not him, that makes your pulse leap.

With one minute until the game begins, you and Steve find a spot in the far corner, back to back.

“You ready for this?” Steve asks, his shoulders bumping yours. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“I think I’d prefer Italian food,” you say.

Steve snorts a laugh, and says, “Too late for that now.”

“You do realize we’re, like, the oldest people here, right?”

“Which means we’ve got the advantage,” Steve says.

“Us against fifteen pre-teens? I don’t know about that.” You raise your laser gun in preparation. “I think we’re screwed.”

Steve laughs again, and it’s an infectious sound. His energy, the shifting weight and fast breaths, is infectious, and again, you forget the whole reason you’re here.

“We’ll see about that,” he says.

Then the buzzer starts, a dozen children scream with delight, and the game begins.

“Go, go, go!” Steve yells, his gun in one hand, your fingers held tight in the other. You race up the stairs with him, twisting to fire a laser shot toward the trio of twelve year old’s pursuing you.

An OUT buzzer rings, and one of the kids curses just as you and Steve reach the top of the stairs. He pulls you sideways, down the neon walkway, firing as he goes.

“Behind you!” You say, ducking under Steve’s raised arm to fire at the teen coming down the hall. His buzzer rings, and he groans, his gun smacking his side.

Steve drags you behind a wall, and you skid, falling into him, pinning him against the wood. The only thing between you is the thick fabric of the vests, but you can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Time slows. His eyes find yours, and his irises are blown, and the crown of his hair shines with sweat, and his gaze darts down to your lips, and for a moment, you’re sure he’s going to kiss you. For a moment, you want him to.

Then his eyes dart over your shoulder, and in one swift motion, he slips an arm around your waist, spins you around, presses you against the wall, and raises his gun to fire at someone around the corner. A buzzer rings, and Steve catches your gaze again, grinning lopsidedly.

You let out a harsh breath, and push out of his arms, pretending you’re adjusting your vest.

“How many are left?” you ask.

Steve leans to each side, scanning the aisles and the floor below, his brows furrowed.

“I wanna say… six? Maybe seven?”

“God, it’s like they’re multiplying,” you say.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up,” he says.

“Not a chance.”

“Good,” Steve says. “Because we’ve got three pre-teen girls headed our way, and they look pretty pissed.”

“Guess we should do something about that,” you say.

Steve grins, and takes your hand, and you let him. And for a little while, you forget why you’re not supposed to.

The game lasts another twenty minutes, and to your utter shock, you and Steve’s duo comes out on top. And you know you should probably feel bad about kicking a bunch of thirteen year old’s asses, but as you and Steve head out into the warm night, all you feel is giddy. Like you’re drunk, but you haven’t had a touch of alcohol.

Steve has an arm around your shoulder, and he smells like sandalwood and aftershave, and in the moonlight, he doesn’t look like everything you’ve been told he is. The last hour, and he’s been nothing like you’ve been told he is.

He only lets you go to open the passenger door for you, and though you tell yourself this is only part of the game, you still blush as he shuts it after you. Blush until he comes around the front and climbs into the driver’s seat.

You don’t realize you’re staring at him until he frowns, and asks, “What?”

You shake your head. “How the hell are you so good at that?”

An almost sheepish smile flashes across his lips.

“I mean, they were a bunch of kids. We got lucky.”

“Oh, no, we absolutely did not,” you say. “That was… incredible. Like, you have no right to be as good at laser tag as you are.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” he says. And when you roll your eyes, he continues, “Seriously. You kicked ass in there.”

“You did most of the work. What, were you a soldier in some past life?”

An indecipherable emotion flickers across his face, and you can’t begin to read it, but it makes your insides ache, opens some unknown door in your chest. It feels like seeing behind some big curtain, but before you can identify what you see, Steve is smiling again, and turning on the engine.

It’s a clear and unofficial end of conversation, but you don’t mind. With each foot the car pulls away from the plaza, your friends' voices pop back into your head. The stories they told of the weeks or months it took to get over him.

Shame coils in your gut, hot and sharp.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you’re the wrong person to do this. Maybe you have no goddamn clue what you’re doing, and you’re just going to get hurt.

But as Steve pulls out of the parking lot and back onto the road, tossing a soft smile your way, you realize that maybe none of that matters. Because maybe it’s too late.

Steve makes conversation as he drives you home, asking questions about your summer and your family and your pets and your future plans, and he seems to actually want to know the answers.

And you surprise yourself by asking questions back. About how he ended up working at Scoops (his dad is an asshole, and Steve didn’t get into college) and about the girl, Robin, he’s always with (from the way he talks about her, you don’t think there’s anything romantic there, but you’re not sure) and about what he wants to do with his life (he has no clue, which is an odd relief, because you have no clue, either).

It’s all painfully and beautifully normal until Steve turns into your neighborhood, and the car slides past the Holland house. It’s been two years since Barbara Holland disappeared from Steve’s backyard. Two years since the cops started looking, and a year since they stopped.

The car slows down just enough for you to notice, and when you look over, Steve has the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. His gaze is locked on the house.

Your brain rifles through everything it has regarding Barbara Holland in relation to Steve Harrington. Barbara and Nancy Wheeler were attached at the hip for most of high school, and when Nancy and Steve started dating, that didn’t change.

“You were friends with her, right?” you ask, knowing you’re poking the bear, and unable to stop yourself.

“What?” His response comes a little too fast, and his voice is a little too high.

“With Barb. Before she…” You clear your throat.

“No,” Steve says. “I wasn’t.” And his tone is harsh, a clear ending to the conversation before it even starts.

“But I thought—”

“I said no,” Steve snaps. “Just… drop it.” He rakes a hand through his hair, and his entropy changes. He is rigid and cold. He’s not the boy from the laser tag place, the one who opened your door for you.

The spell that’s been broken doesn’t rise again, and the last two minutes of the drive to your house are silent and awkward. By the time Steve pulls into your driveway, the tension in the car is so thick, you could slice through it.

Steve kills the engine and is out of the car and opening your door before you have your seatbelt undone, once again. But he doesn’t meet your eyes, and his jaw is clenched, and he doesn’t put his arm around you again. He walks to your door, and when you turn to face him, his smile is so plastic, you think it would crinkle if he moved.

“That was fun,” you say, because you’re not sure what to do with the silence, because you’re desperate to fill the seconds until you can get inside the door.

“Yeah, it was,” Steve says. You don’t have to know him that well to see he’s distracted. He glances over his shoulder as if he expects to find something running up behind him. He catches your eye again, clearing his throat. “Have a good night, y/n.”

And then he’s turning, heading back down the drive, climbing into his car. He’s gone so fast, you can do nothing but stand on the porch and watch as his car grows smaller and smaller, until it turns down the street and disappears.

Your stomach churns and lurches as you unlock your front door and slip into the dark house. To your eternal relief, your family is already in bed, and you don’t have to suffer the third degree. You’re already guaranteed it from the girls at the mall tomorrow.

You had fun with Steve tonight. A lot of fun. More fun than you’ll ever admit to Beth, Thea, and Rebecca.

But the Steve that dropped you off is different from the one you spent the night with, and he is the whole reason you’re here in the first place. The cruel, cold tone. The refusal to meet your eyes, like he’s too good to do so. The flippancy with which he left, like he hadn’t just taken you on the best date of your life.

You’re here to break Steve Harrington’s heart.

No, not to break it. You’re here to shatter it. Pulverize it. Break it beyond repair, the way he’s done to so many girls.

Game on, Harrington.

#Brooke writes fic #jtmd au #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington au #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things imagine #x reader

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confusedminx · 2 years

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15 Minute Lunch Break | Eddie Munson x Reader

warnings: Afab reader, use of the terms girlfriend and princess, no pronouns, vagainal sex, riding, semi public sex, not proof read

A/N: Hi hi, first time posting on this account. I plan on being mostly slasher centric but like Eddie munson brain rot yknow how it is. I also posted this on AO3 under the same user :>

It had been a slow day at family video, which was surprising for a Saturday. Maybe 5 people came in today and it was only 12. You had missed breakfast and were already starving, so when you saw a mess of brown hair smiling at you through the glass door, holding 2 bags of food from your favorite burger joint you almost jumped with glee.

Eddie strutted through the door "Hello my dear movie selling friends" He threw a wink at you "and girlfriend." Eddie set the bags of food down on the counter, before leaning over to give you a quick smooch on the mouth.

"Alrighty Munson," Steve said, walking over to you both, Robin following "What do you got for us?"

This was a pretty often occurrence recently, Eddie will come by almost everyday to bring you guys lunch. Steve pays him back, it's usually an argument between them for Eddie to take the money.

"No, dude, this is out of the kindness of my heart. I don't need to be paid back."

"Eddie shut up and take the 10 bucks."

You smile at the two of them, enjoying the memory that will probably happen again very soon.

"OK so, we have a..." Eddie reaches into the bag very dramatically, before pulling out a few foil wrapped chicken straps. "Chicken tenders for the lady" he passed them to Robin. She thanked him and went to sit on top of the counter. "And…" he mimicked a drum roll sound with his mouth "Chili fries for this devilishly handsome gent over here." he slid them over to Steve, who rolled his eyes.

"Devilishly? more like trollishly handsome." Robin snorted out, munching on a chicken strip. Steve glared at her.

"Says the one who looks like a corpse." Robin gasped and threw a crumb at him.

"Hey it was your words not mine!" The two best friends started a back and force bicker. Eddie looked at you and smirked.

"How about we eat in the break room." He said quietly. Even if he said it louder the other two wouldn't even notice, too engrossed in their banter. You picked a fry out of Steve's tray and looked at Eddie.

"Sorry employees only." You smirked back at him, popping the fry in your mouth. He pouted and laid his abdomen across the counter.

"Oh come on, you're assistant manager. Can't you make an exception" His pout turned back into his usual smirk very quickly, "I'll make it worth your while." You rolled your eyes.

"You're insufferable, Munson." You sighed, grabbing the bag of your food and walking to the break room. Eddie smiled, hopping the counter and following you quickly. Steve's head whipped around quickly.

"Hey no funny business you two!" Eddie turned around, taking a salute stance.

"Scouts honor." He saluted Steve, turning back round to follow you.

"You know… I was never a boy scout." He said, smirking at you. You raised an eyebrow, setting down your food on the small side table.

Eddie opened the rickety door that said 'Employees only' smiling when he saw you sitting on the old couch in the small room, eating your favorite order. He plopped down next to you, sliding his arm around your shoulders.

"Are you suggesting we engage in funny business," You turn your body to the side, laying your legs across his lap. "Which would directly be against the king's orders." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Well technically you're his boss sooo…" he dragged out the word, leaning in so his breath ghosted your face as he talked. "What you say goes." His hand slid up your leg and gripped at your thigh.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to seduce me." You smirked.

"Oh come on, Princess..." his lips finally landed on the soft skin of your neck, he started laying kisses up towards your jawline. "Don't play with me right now." He finally reached your lips and kissed you with a fiery passion. You kissed back, your hand finding the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. Both of his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you over to straddle his lap. You grinded softly, feeling him already half hard.

"Aren't you easy, Munson?" You giggled, continuing to grind down on his lap. His hands were making quick work of the buttons on your work vest.

"Only for you, Princess." The vest came off and hit the floor. You quickly took off your shirt, finding the same place on the floor as your vest. Eddie's hands slid up your sides until they reached your breasts, cupping them through your bra. "Only for you." He repeated softly, leaning in to suck on the delicate skin of your breasts. His hands ran to your back, unclipping your bra. You let it fall down your shoulders, and he popped your left nipple into his mouth as soon as it was exposed.

Your hands reached down, unbuttoning your pants. You pulled back and stood, quickly sliding down your pants. Eddie slipped off his vest and jacket then unbuttoned his pants as well, pulling them and his underwear just to where his dick was exposed. It stood at full attention, precum leaking down the side. You straddle his lap again. His hands grip your hips as he looks up to meet your eyes.

"You gotta be real quiet for me, Princess." He said, sliding you down on his cock. You gasped out, your thighs settling on his. His hand flew to your neck, very lightly gripping. "What did I just say?"

"I-I'll be quiet, I promise." You choked out. You put your hands on Eddie's shoulders, pushing yourself up and down on his cock. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. Eddie's head fell back, you hear a whisper of "fuck.." as his hand slips down to your neck, to grip at your hip once more.

Now, with both hands on your hips, Eddie assists you in moving your hips up and down on his cock. You let out small moans, before your head falls into his neck and you bite down to stop from screaming. Eddie smiles, picking up the pace. Slamming your hips down, filling the small room with sounds of your thighs hitting his.

There's a jangle of the doorknob, Steve walking through.

"Hey, Munson here's the money for the fo- HOLY FUCK." Steve drops the 10 bucks on the ground as he makes eye contact with you both. You stop moving, mortified. Eddie grabs his jacket, covering you best he can. You lean into Eddie, trying to hide any dignity you have.

"I NAP ON THAT COUCH HOW COULD YOU- GET DRESSED." Steve turns on his heel and walks out. Eddie lets out a snicker.

"This is not funny!" You get up, trying to quickly redress.

"It's a tiny bit funny." Eddie zips up his pants, then helps you redress. He slips your panties into his pocket. You sigh, annoyed.

"Eddie, I need those."

"Don't worry, I'll give them back when we finish this little thing later." You rolled your eyes, pulling on your pants. You fix your hair before sighing.

"Ready for the walk of shame?"

"Pft, this is the forth time Harrington's walked in on us, it's on him this time." He picks up the ten bucks, grabs your hand and walks out of the room with you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #stranger things smut #eddie munson fanfic

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its-to-the-death · 5 months

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Songs that made it through preliminaries (minus the MLP songs)

Rogues Are We (Holy Musical B@man)

Kick It Up a Notch (Starship)

Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Join Us (and Die) (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

No One Remembers Achmed (Twisted)

Feed Me (Little Shop of Horrors)

Dentist (Little Shop of Horrors)

Mean Green Mother From Outerspace (Little Shop of Horrors)

Old King Cole (Once Upon a Time in Space by The Mechanisms)

Favoured Son (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms)

Odin (The Bifrost Incident by The Mechanisms)

There's a Platypus Controlling Me (Phineas and Ferb)

Evil for Extra Credit (Phineas and Ferb)

All the Convoluted Reasons We Pretend To Be Divorced (Phineas and Ferb)

I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone) (Galavant)

No One But You (Galavant)

She'll Be Mine (Galavant)

Mother Knows Best (Tangled)

Ready As I'll Ever Be (Tangled the Series)

Nothing Left to Lose (Tangled the Series)

Pretty Women (Sweeney Todd)

Dancing Mad (Final Fantasy VI)

When the Chips are Down (Hadestown)

Master of Masters (Kingdom Hearts)

U.N. Owen Was Her? (Touhou 6: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil)

The Old Man of the Mountain/You Gotta Ho-De-Ho/The Scat Song Medley (Betty Boop)

Our Love is God (Heathers)

Biskit Family Business (Littlest Pet Shop)

We Both Reached For the Gun (Chicago)

Heaven on Their Minds (Jesus Christ Superstar)

Good to Be King (Journey to Bethlehem)

Jester (Legends of Oz: Dorothy's Return)

Sympathy for the Devil (song by The Rolling Stones)

Dressed to Oppress (Play It By Ear - The Muck of Merkmere)

One Step Ahead (Spies Are Forever)

Let the Pun Fit the Crime (Wander Over Yonder)

Necrostar (The Vice Quadrant by Steam Powered Giraffe)

Lost in Thoughts All Alone (Fire Emblem: Fates)

The Ring motif (Lord of the Rings)

I'm Alive (Next to Normal)

Where There's a Whip, There's a Way (Return of the King 1980)

There Ain't Nothin' But Bad Days Ahead (The Swan Princess: Mystery of the Enchanted Treasure)

Les Poissons (The Little Mermaid)

It's Our House Now (The House of Mouse - Halloween special)

Grandpa's Gonna Sue the Pants Off Santa (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)

Master of the House (Les Miserables)

Peaches (The Super Mario Bros. Movie)

The Boys Are Back In Town (To Kill You) (The Boys)

Dark Riders (Star Stable Online)

Grand Ceremony (Pyre)

Coraline (Coraline)

Better Than You (Camp Camp)

In the Hall of the Mountain King (Peer Gynt)

Get in the Water (Epic: The Musical)

Descole's theme live version (Professor Layton)

Isabella's Lullaby (The Promised Neverland)

Get Jinxed (League of Legends)

Pieces of You/Hologram Professor Song (Puppet History)

Great at Crime (Epithet Erased)

Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Herbert Style (Club Penguin)

No One's Gonna Make a Monkey Out of Me (The Donkey Kong Country cartoon)

Diddy Drop Rap (The Donkey Kong Country cartoon)

Attack at the Wall (Mulan)

No More Toymakers to the King (Santa Claus is Comin' to Town)

What's Up Duloc? (Shrek musical)

If I'm Gonna Eat Somebody (It Might As Well Be You) (Ferngully)

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera)

Prowler's theme (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)

How Can I Refuse? Reprise (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

Friends in Low Places (Bigtop Burger)

That's Not How the Story Goes (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

The World Revolving (Deltarune)

Heffalumps and Woozles (Winnie the Pooh)

Waikyou Shenshoujin (Senki Zesshou Symphogear G)

No Good Deed (Wicked)

Fabulous (High School Musical 2)

Kidnap the Sandy Claws (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Between Two Worlds (Limbus Company)

Your Best Nightmare (Undertale)

We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto)

Jaws theme (Jaws)

The Executioner (Umineko no naku koro ni)

#villain song showdown

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sturnioloobessed · 6 months

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HELP.

Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary-Chris and the reader are going through a rough patch in their relationship as the reader is suffering,Chris is confused.

Chris is orange.

matt is blue.

Reader is pink.

What do you want to eat,hm? chris said scrolling through the takeaway app.

i dont mind you choose i dont care

well erm. Oh mcdonald’s? he said suggesting to her.

no i dont want mcdonald’s chris. she snapped

hm burger king then? he said a-bit frustrated.

no for fuck sake! she yelled slightly.

Then you fucking pick ?! he yelled throwing his hands up in the air.

No i dont want to ! she huffed.

Then stop being so fucking picky y/n ! fucking ‘ell.

whatever your just being a dickhead chris

she scrolled through her phone as she ignored him,he got up ragging his charger from the charging port and grabbed his phone.

Chris? what are you doing..

He chuckled huffing,turning,looking at her.

im going home your being a bitch for no reason.

She felt the wave of sadness wash over her again looking at her hoodie which was actually chris’.

please dont..dont leave me. She whispered.

no i need space y/n i cant why are you being like..like this ?

I dont wanna be alive anymore thats why she thought,sniffling softly.

great. no response,good one y/n. He scoffed.

C..Chris. She whispered softly.

no y/n..bye i’ll see you later. He kissed her head,walking to her door.

mhm,text me when your home..

Will do,love you.

love you too..

And with that he was gone out of the door.

…………………………………….

From:Chriss🧡

Im home x

To:Chriss🧡

mhm gdgd,can u come back over? x

From:Chriss🧡

no baby sorry i just need time on myself x

To:Chriss🧡

Fuck you.

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She pulled up at his house,walking to the front door knocking twice the stood waiting on her phone.

Oh hey y/n

oh hm hey matt,can i come in?

oh yeah sure whats up?

nothing just here to see Chris. She grabbed a dr.pepper from the fridge opening it taking a sip.

ohh okay he’s upstairs in the shower.

She made her way to his shower knocking slightly but he didn’t hear so she opened the door anyways,they shower together most of the time its fine she thought.

She peeked her head over the glass covering him as his back was turned to her,she got undressed getting in quietly.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind but she was shorter than him.

Who the fu..y-n.... He breathed out turning around.

mhm sorry im really sorry Chris i j- .She stopped speaking and just looked down.

What Y-N ? whats wrong i know somethings up because you never yell at anyone,or even snap at anyone. He said concerned.

Your like a completely different person,hardly eating,being snappy and yelling like you even yelled at matt the other day,you never even playfully be mean to him ? He wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest/near his stomach due to the height difference.

I-i just..Chris my mental health has been awful,worse than winter 2020. This made Chris’ heart drop,her mental health was the worse then,how didn’t he notice.

I wake up and all day i want to go back to bed,i don’t even want to be alive anymore.

Baby..im so sorry i don’t even know how i didn’t realise,my sweet girl.. He kissed her head hugging her like if he let go she would never come back.

I love you y/n..

I love you Chris…

The end🧡 sorry it was short. 🧡

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #SoundCloud

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strawbs-screaming · 8 months

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☆ the boxers watching horror movies ☆

sorry for dissapearing (again) i was busy trying to stay sane, also dont think of any specific movie i dont like movies because fuck staying still, this is less like my usual stuff since its more like a "what kind of horror do they like if they even like horror at all"

Glass Joe

- horror movie connoseiur and a bit of a elitist even though he doesnt like to admit to it, will call you a fake horror fan if youre a fan of something popular, unless youve watched a film found at bottom of a basement filmed on a moldy carrot with a dead pigeon decapitating people that is banned in 20 countries and can be only bought if you solve 28 riddles given to you by 5 swedish gnomes at a snowy forest in the depths of serbia, youre a FAKER.

- likes movies that are probably banned from 9282892926288373982829192972626626262783929273928286382872728282 countries due to having excessive violence

- the only thing that will phase him in a movie is the dog dying, only because NOT THE DOG!!!

- psychological horror movies hit the sweet spot for him

Von Kaiser

- no, nuh uh. Hates horror and only appreciates comedy - horror that is ment to be not very scary

- if he were to watch actual horror movies that went to the deep end, he probably wouldnt be able to sleep for days

- cries when the dog dies in horror movies

Disco Kid

- scared but loves it, yes hes traumatized, yes he wants to see more, horror is just captivating to him for some reason, when he watches a horror movie wayy too spooky for him he whips up badly made horror movies and watches them

- gets tense watching the characters fall and run like dumbasses to the point where he just shouts "STOP FALLING!!!" When he sees a chase scene

- slowly building up a immunity to the "THE DOG DIES!!" but it still makes him sad

King Hippo

- oh dear heavens

- HATES HATES HATES chase scenes, it just makes him want to run out from the room and scream

- He just shuts off the movie or leaves when the dog dies, he wont tolerate this no no nuh uh

- the louder the chase music the more he gets visibly stressed

Piston Hondo

- OBSESSED!!! loves watching horror movies and can sleep well after it like he got read a bedtime story

- body horror is his favorite genre, hes just drawn to it

- sometimes watches horror movies with Joe, not a gatekeeper and elitist like him but still likes the kind of horror movie that has been recorded with a half eaten burger thats covered in bugs and can only be accessed if you eat a entire pumpkin pie in 30 minutes while speaking in tongues in front of a cave as you tapdance

Great Tiger

- very meh about horror, he mostly falls asleep to videos explaining lore about horror movies when his insomnia acts up

- Really likes paranormal themes along with found footage, seeing characters act like normal people is a breath of fresh air to him

- yells at the characters in horror movies if they fall like idiots (basically 99% of horror movies)

Bear Hugger

- dear heavens NO. He cant stomach horror, he can only tolerate comedy-horror since he can take a break from having a heart attack

- same reaction with king hippo when the dog dies in a horror movie, bonus points if its a golden retriever

- horror movies that are in forests or snowy places make him feel wayy more scared for some reason

Don Flamenco

- screams of fear from him, even if nothing scary is happening, cant even tolerate comedy-horror

- keeps talking during whatever movie he has to sit through so he can hide his screams

- if he was in a horror movie he would be the dumbass character falling and tripping every 2 seconds that everyone yells at

-will hide behind anything if hes forced to watch a horror movie

Aran Ryan

- hates but loves horror yes hes not gonna be able to sleep for a few hours yes hes still gonna watch it

- gets angry when the dog dies in horror movies, you could kill anyone but you decided to kill the one damn character who hasnt done anything wrong, fuck you

- doesnt watch horror movies either from : getting bored, the dog dying early on, main character going something unreasonably dumb or everyones least favorite... unwanted kissing scenes

Soda Popinski

- varying, if its your classic stuff (serial killers, haunted house, etc etc) hes very fine with that, but once you get into the more unsettling imagery hes shaken up

- movies going on in snowy places scare him wayy more since he grew up somewhere very snowy

- cries when the dog dies in horror movies, poor man

Bald Bull

- pretending to be nonchalant but probably screams from fear halfway through before trying to gaslight you into thinking he didnt go "eek!!" And it was your imagination

- movies going on in hospitals hit extra hard for him

- has to keep the lights on after watching scary movies

Super Macho Man

- pretty similiar to bull, except he tries to gaslight everyone else into thinking theyre sick and twisted for not screaming in terror

- has to run away halfway through because the horror is getting to him

- psychological horror makes him lose his marbles

Mr Sandman

- huge fan of horror, not as extreme as Joe but still a big fan since he finds it captivating, except its for comedy horror because we all need to stop having a heart attack sometimes

- doesnt get scared but shocked instead, he wont outright scream but he'll just blink twice and try to comprehend the fact that someone created THAT

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #bald bull #don flamenco #piston hondo #aran ryan #glass joe #great tiger #Uh oh. my hyperfixations arent hitting the same anymore

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celestiamail · 7 months

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you've got mail . . . !

✧ recipient/to: @realkavehgf, @heiayen, @ask-court-genshin, @intothegenshinworld, @so2xi, @vennnnn-diagram

✧ sender/from: @mhiieee / mhie >:D

hey hey to the aforementioned people <3 just wanted to tell you all that I'm so glad I met such kind, such amazing individuals such as you all. I haven't known you all for very long, but you all lighten and warm my heart whenever I talk to you. for shin, who's humor is so out of pocket, but is a delight to be with all the same. i love the way you're unabashedly yourself, and how you always manage to make me smile whenever you listen to my ramblings, and how considerate you are to those you consider your friends. you send weird but oddly endearing stuff from time to time, which never fails to make me laugh and cry (depending on how cursed it is) and how kind you are in general 😭 RAAGHHH shinners ftw [happy] for heia, my fellow oc enthusiast and sprinkler of angst in oc backstories, i adore how much your presence calms me, how the ideas you have in your head fascinate me and i love listening to the ideas you're passionate about. to me, you're like a whirlwind of ideas that i can't help but admire. i just wish we could talk more sometimes waughh KOPI KOPIII my fellow filo comrade, I feel this sort of kinship with you even if we don't know each other irl, and like most people here, I absolutely love and appreciate you very much. ur works are amazing (though they may be strange to many) and I love how creative they are !! your stories make me undergo the five stages of grief, make me go 'oh my God' and then think about it all day. the things you do to my brainworms /lh thank you for listening to my rambles again hehe Shiro wjakdnejfjf *bangs head on the table* you're so sweet!! i love the way you're always so warm to others, and how whenever we interact you can always give off this very calming aura (like heia) and I LOVE LOVE your work!!! Hope I get more chances to talk to you though hehe Sol. *scratches head* me thinks wriothesley can't even begin to find words for such a cool person like you who loves him because you're so very you and your brainworms are so very scrumptious and i eat it up everytime. keep serving and goodluck on all your irl stuff and pop off !! also love the way you address me as black cat owner in ur asks there's something so cute abt it HAHAHA finallyyy, the least but certainly not the last, Ven! Oh my god you. You're like one of the first people on genshinblr I've properly interacted with and one of.the first in the astronetwrk who I've conversed with. thank you for listening to my endless rambles, the fics i send on dms about my severe affliction for the indigo haired menace we affectionately chew on named scara teehee AND AND I love how bubbly (?) friendly (?) Can't choose a word to describe the way I see you because you're so unique, and your personality definitely leaves a deep impression on me. you're like the fizziness of a fresh soda, very refreshing and spunky...? In a way. I'm horrible with words but just know that I deeply cherish the friendship we have right now, every little interaction we have and hope to make more memories w u in the future, Ven !! sorry for the long, LONG message but you all have very special places in my heart. thank you so much for meeting me, for letting me feel safe and for meeting such shining gems of good people you all are. this sounds so sentimental and perhaps it's strange since I'm not quite close with any of you all on a deeper level, but still. love u all and keep marching forward and being yourselves!! (this took me so long to put out and even think of all the words I want to say T_T) (p.s burger king worker scara domination 😈🫱🍔👌)

♡, celestiamail

#celestiamail — 💌 !#to: realkavehgf #to: heiayen #to: ask-court-genshin #to: intothegenshinworld #to: so2xi #to: vennnnn-diagram

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unintentionaloracle · 1 month

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Okay decided to do another "rounding up my quick fire thoughts on stuff from Raw having seen it on Hulu" thing (I think I actually got like, most of the matches this time and Sami's segment, but missed whatever thing occurred with Liv and Dom/any other backstage segments that might've happened that didn't make YouTube [though I did see Becky's awesome pre-match promo on YouTube but they cut what came before she started talking], and I think they cut the middle chunk of the Women's Battle Royal out which is boo.)

-Jey and Damian's segment was great, we're gonna eat with that. Also Jey telling Damian to tell Rhea he said hi was for me and I love it.

-JD, my least favorite Judgey Boy tbh, y'all are on the thinnest of ice with the screwups, Damian in charge, and Finn MIA this week. You aren't even on the merch after all these months, man, you're expendable.

-Darn it I don't want DIY drama I want my boy Johnny to thrive. (Their match with Awesome Truth was really good though I'm happy with it)

-Also it was just tag team/faction drama/breakups(?) season Monday, dang with The Imperium stuff.

-Although rip to Vinci but Alpha Academy hurts me more ESPECIALLY CHAD BEING MEAN TO OTIS HE'S YOUR NUMBER ONE GUY!😭 I could excuse suplexing Sami out of his wife's arms in his hometown but I draw the line at insulting your former co-tag champ and your other teammates.

-Also I like their explanation for why Gunther isn't going for the title for a while/focusing on King of the Ring first. It's nice that he's not falling into the old "This Random Guy Was Slightly Mean To Me, Forget Any Title Ambitions I Need To Beat Him Up" trap.

-Drew was on fire as usual but yeah I agree the burger line was a no from me. Did like Sheamus's comeback and their "longtime friends" convo. I'm down to see what The Once And Future Banger Bros Bring Baby.

-And The King of the Ring bracket is looking stacked already. I do also want Xavier to get a proper reign after the last one he deserves it but my heart still belongs to the hypothetical Jimmysweep.

-Not too surprised they focused mainly on Sami's title woes but I do admit I was hoping for a "yeah, Chad sucks, Cathy. Listen, I'm kinda stuck on my boy Kev nearly getting MURDERED three days ago..."

-I found it a little funny Ricochet and Santos matched despite being on opposite teams. (Also oooh Damian you wanna turn face or tweener so bad oooh.)

-I did see Becky's promo on YouTube (love her getting a walk and talk like Sami and Kevin. That's squad goals). Thought it was cool and I loved her encouraging Maxxine. Lord knows that girl needs it between the Chad stuff and Candice's bullying.

-Hulu didn't show me Chelsea getting eliminated but slipping back in because officials didn't see. Heaven forbid women do anything.

-Really thought Liv was gonna take it (her gear was cute too). But I think this might be the last straw before she super officially snaps for realsies.

-I'm definitely in the camp of "Becky doesn't really need another title reign, she's almost done it all and what she hasn't (like Queen or Ms. MITB) she doesn't really need at this point either" (love her though)...

...but I also felt her last two solo title reigns managed to show some love to some of the women who don't usually get shots at the gold (Pre-beating Ronda!Liv and Doudrop!Piper getting shots on PPV against her while Bianca was kept from the title, using the NXT Women's Title like it was Raw's unofficial women's midcard belt), so who knows? Heck, we don't even know if she's gonna have a long reign, so... *Shrug*

#wwe #monday night raw #oracle catches up on raw

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shrimp-library · 1 year

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Online and Safe

True Crime genre sometimes deals with the aftermath of what could happen when dealing with stalkers. Often, too often in fact, women are simply not taken seriously when reporting a stalker to the authorities. Sadly, we cannot really count on them to protect us – they are effective at punishing an already done act, not so much at actually preventing it from happening. Restraining orders may help, but can you really count on them to scare away a dedicated stalker?

This article will try to illuminate the dangers of posting innocuous information, how to deal with an active case of cyber-stalking, and what you can do to protect yourself. In the end, it’s the one thing you have control over.

Stuff happens offline, too

Start with going through your already existing social media accounts and scrapping all photos of yourself and other people close to you. Do not worry! Facebook and Instagram both have features where you can download all of your old photos into a folder, so you don’t have to lose them forever – just keep them offline. Remove all tags from other people's photos, too.

It seems like a big hit at first, but does it actually matter if those photos are online? Don't let the good old "if it's not on FB, it didn't happen" get to you.

Best thing would be to completely delete those accounts all together, but if you're not all convinced about this, or you need certain social media accounts for your work or studies, you can always set them to private and be very picky of who you allow to see your information.

If you really want to post photos online for that dopamine rush you get when people "like" or "heart" them, do not post photos of yourself.

Do not post photos of inside your bedroom, do not post photos of inside your house, or your school or workplace. It's like giving a potential stalker a blueprint of places where you frequently go to, where you spend a lot of time, where you sleep and eat and relax (and let your guard down).

The meta of social media

Do not connect your phone number to any social media account. All your other accounts can be easily found once your phone number is revealed to the stalker, as well as your e-mail address. If a malicious third-party has your e-mail address, it's not that hard to get you locked out of your accounts and have your DMs read.

When it comes to social media accounts, avoid using your real name. Be as anonymous as you can be, and if a certain social media platform won’t let you do that, consider not joining it at all. When choosing a new username, make sure it’s not related to anything in your life.

Change your @ or username every now and then to keep them off your track, if the platform allows it. Keep separate and unrelated usernames for different platforms - be a Dandelion_Salad on Twitter, a Miniscule_Inconvenience on Reddit, just a random adjective in front of a random noun formula works great. Make sure there are no recognisable patterns in form of similar profile pictures, banners, bio descriptions, stuff like that. It's okay to keep things empty, too.

You cannot be “TorontoGirlie04”. You cannot be "NebraskanQueen99". You definitely cannot be "LadyThatLivesInThisParticularStreetBecauseItSoundsCool02".

You can, however, be “SnowGlobe23875728” or adopt a beloved character's name (any takers for "DipperGalaxy092930"?). Get creative and play around with the names, make a list of usernames you like, and use those instead.

EXIF is important

In case you didn't know, here's a little lesson on how uploading photos work, and how 4chan tracked down the guy who stood on salad in a Burger King. The key is in the EXIF data.

EXIF is short for Exchangeable Image File, and it basically stores all the information about the photo - exact location and time it was taken, at what aperture and shutter speed, if flash was used, basically everything. Most modern devices store this metadata within photos, and this is very easy to check.

The good news is that a lot of online hosting websites strap the EXIF data off the photos when they're uploaded to save space and bandwidth. The bad news is that not all of them do that, specially imageboards and forums.

But there are ways to circumvent it. The simplest way to scrap the EXIF data is to take a screenshot of the photo, and then uploading the screenshot instead of the original photo. This method should become a habit, as many platforms claim they don't store this information, but if they slip up, it will be an "oopsie" for them, and lots of headache for you.

Here is a link to EXIF Data Viewer to check for yourself. It can also be done within the settings of photos on phones. A good article on how to remove EXIF data on different devices and operating systems.

Please be careful with EXIF, as it can open a can of worms in the wrong hands.

Posting pictures of places you’re visiting should only be done after you’re not at the place anymore. Consistently posting your location in real time is not a very bright idea, specially if it’s from new places that are not familiar to you. Even famous people, who’s boundaries everyone tramples over and follows them around and somehow this is perfectly normalised, get really mad about their real-time location being posted for everyone to see.

"Social" in social media

Awareness of how social engineering works is of utmost importance. All the advice above is rendered useless if one is not careful enough and reveals the information unwittingly.

Making a post into the online nether to complain about the loud 90s music coming from a bar down the street from you seems quite innocent, until a person with bad intentions goes through your account’s history only to find a plethora of unrelated information about you that they can triangulate to find out almost everything about you. It rained heavily last Saturday and you couldn’t go see a really cool art exhibition in your city? You just gave a potential stalker valuable information.

That little voice in your head that makes you hesitate for a second before you blurt out your location should be absolutely listened to, don't drown it in self-gaslighting. We are basically socialised not to listen to our gut instinct, to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, until something bad happens, and then it's our fault for "allowing" it. Listen to your lizard brain, listen to your self-preservation instinct. It is very strong in women. You may be deemed a cold-hearted bitch, but at least you will keep your bodily autonomy.

Peer pressure is often where we falter. Find it in yourself not to fall for it, whether it's making an account on this new cool (and completely unsafe) "alternative" to Twitter, or sending nudes. Opinions of people you will not see after you graduate are temporary. Stalking can last for decades.

It's okay to lie about your gender online. No one really needs to know it, anyway. We're all ephemeral pixels on machines to each other. But posts and comments are online forever, and the more you talk about yourself, the more a stalker can piece together about your life. In that regard, avoid voluntarily giving information to provide context for your comment, ie "As 21f, I think...". It's usually useless info for people participating in the conversation, and it is absolutely invaluable to a stalker. Worse yet, it might even get people to start stalking you.

Do not use TikTok.

You will not "go viral". You will not "become TikTok famous". You will not "get sponsored".

All you do is post videos of yourself. In your room, in your school, in your workplace, in your favourite coffee shop. All the places you frequent, displayed freely for any prying eyes, and that might be taken away from you once the potential stalker decides to start reaching out from the shadows.

But I am a brand

Many ladies utilise social media to promote their creative work, and it's a great way to do so. Before you even start popping up on social media with your beautiful art, consider making a completely separate e-mail address. ProtonMail offers a great service. It takes a couple of minutes to set up, and you don't have to offer the blood of your firstborn to be allowed access. You can also create multiple accounts without any issues.

It doesn't really matter what your field is, whether it's making music, watercolour paintings, photography, or written word, you will want to create a closed circle with that e-mail (that is not connected to your real name). In other words, create your very own social media cosmos, where all the links only lead to the desired platforms of your own choice, and never to your personal pages. Your Carrd/Linktree only aggregate links to platforms where you've used the new e-mail to sign up. Make sure it's impenetrable and untraceable.

Do not use your personal e-mail address as a backup for your business e-mail. This is imperative!

Post only your creative stuff, never reveal any information about your person. Reblog, retweet, and like other people's stuff that you enjoy to fill up your pages, if content is your concern or you're in a creative lull. Do not fill it with pictures of your hand holding a Starbucks cup in front of a recognisable building. Definitely share memes, those are always great.

Turning it around

Now that we've covered most bases, here's a little goodie bag. Something sweet, that will feel oddly familiar to you, as with any woman, because we've been doing this for centuries amongst each other, but for very different reasons.

OSINT.

Open Source Intelligence. A simple name for all the information that is made publicly available, and the very reason why cyber stalking is not taken quite seriously. Actually hacking into accounts is a threshold for many stalkers, and is considered an escalation, because they simply operate on and collect information that their victims share publicly. As stated previously, the victim gives out the information sporadically, and it's seemingly unrelated to themselves, until the stalker goes down the history of the victim's account and puts all the puzzle pieces together.

Simply knowing and collecting information about a person, who decided to share it online for everyone to see, is not a bad thing in itself. It all depends on the intentions behind such collection of information, and what is the purpose of it. Finding out through the interwebs that your long-term boyfriend is married and has kids with another woman because you found their happy family pictures on her Instagram page is basically OSINT. Tracking a person's movements and finding out their place of residence to "keep an eye on them" is basically OSINT.

Since OSINT is simply finding and collecting public data, it is not inherently wrong. It's just data.

Here are some tools that people use. Check yourself. You might be surprised.

GitHub repository called UserRecon, which is a script that scraps the web to figure out where a certain username or e-mail has been used to make an account on various platforms.

OSINT Framework was made to scour the internet, on any platform you can imagine, and find any public information you might need. Open it up and see for yourself just how vast this is, and how easy it is.

My password is...

Surely you've been put into a situation where someone pressured you to share your password with them, whether it's for your e-mail or social media or Snapchat or whatever. Perhaps you've been made to change your password to "Ilovemybf" or something cheesy, without really realising that this gives them access to your accounts.

Here's a list of most commonly used passwords that have been scraped from the internet. All the leaked passwords are in there, and it's fairly easy to automate the process to "guess" your password just using this particular list. The list cannot be named because of doxxing potential, but it currently holds 14 344 391 most common passwords, and it is regularly updated.

These resources can be used to turn things around on to your stalker, if you have an active one right now. You can also check your digital footprint and see how well you've covered your tracks.

Most importantly, do not share your passwords and e-mail with anyone. You might as well kiss goodbye your accounts if you do that. People can be volatile and unpredictable, and no matter how much you trust them in the moment, do not give them the key to turn your whole life upside down if something goes wrong. And something always goes wrong.

Be safe. Be mindful of your privacy. Don't give it for free.

#online safety #shrimp library #internet safety #osint #information #social media

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moonspower · 10 months

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✨ on the dark sea / the road of silver continues to the stars / this is a message brought by the moon.

🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. What does your muse smell like?

virote has a lovely collection of perfume and body mists that he really enjoys. some of them are a little on the typical, high-end of the spectrum like various perfumes from the jasmine + woodsy alien by mugler. then, you have your demeter fragrance oddball scents like petrichor, that smells exactly like the ozone / petrichor of a fallen rain on the dirt. warm, earthy, and ozone. he smells like the weather. whenever you’re close to him, you smell a summer rainstorm. this is usually layered OVER something else! here are a few choice picks he likes to layer with it:

- CHLOE SEVIGNY’S LITTLE FLOWER BY REGIME DES FLEURS / black tea, bleeding heart, blackcurrant bud, peony, palo santo incense, pomelo, honeysuckle, and a precious ottoman rose absolute. described as romantic, dewy, and woody musk.

- AYAMORI’S HINOKI ONSEN / geranium, jasmine sambac, red mandarin, and vetiver. described as described as calming, mood elevating, soothing, and deep.

- MOLTON BROWN’S FIERY PINK PEPPER / pink pepper, ginger, tangerine, nutmeg, osmanthus, lily-of-the-valley, jasmine, labdanum, musk, patchouli, oakmoss, and cedar. very strong spicy fragrance. described as stirring, sultry, and smoldering.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S FAIRY BITE / osmanthus, raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and dracula orchid.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S ICE / eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi. oddly described as a ruthless, cold metal, icicle scent.

if you stand too close to him and catch a whiff, you fall in love so uve been warned.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

considering his skincare routine is some of the most hardcore shit in the name of beauty, his hands are just… pillow soft, smooth. he’s always putting on lotion, aloe vera, shea butter. especially shea butter. he finds that shea butter bring out the maximum softness™ in his hands. every friday night he’ll use hand masks for about 20 minutes and those are usually on the lower end of cost since hand masks aren’t super important to his skincare routine. theyre just extra. his favorites are the cheapo epielle hand masks from the dollar store with coconut oil, milk extract, hyaluronic acid. aaaand the tonymoly i’m lovely peach hand masks <: )

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

in the morning, he’s usually making a smoothie and having some oatmeal to go with it. throw in a little fruit, maybe even some coffee if he feels like he might not make it through the day. for lunch, he usually opts for something quick, but fresh and satisfying like from a food truck since he’s probably gonna be on the run the moment he’s done. like tacos or kimbap! ESPECIALLY kimbap, he loves that shit. kimbap, some squid chips, and a seltzer water? yeah, babey.

for dinner, it really depends. he might cook something for himself! like curry and laab moo with some roti on the side, tom yum, xiaolongbao with cold noodles, hot pot, maybe some fried tofu with a little sauce over it with some rice maybe a couple of eggs on top of it all. if he orders something it ‘s usually cuban food, ‘cause his ass loves ropa vieja. sometimes indian or greek. japanese. if it’s japanese, he’s goin’ out for okonomiyaki.

as for snacking, he’s usually eating some sort of dried fruit, pistachios, super dark chocolate like 85% dark super bitter and not sweet at all, hummus over super crunchy bread… or some awful shit from taco bell and burger king if he’s having a bad day. he has a lot of bad days so find him at ya local taco bell, ordering a beefy five layer with a baja blast. anyway he loves trying new foods so if a restaurant opens up, he’s there.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

it’s fair! you could even call it pretty. limited range, but pretty. he’s not gonna kill you with it until he tries to karaoke mariah carey. then no one’s surviving those crackly, shrill high notes… awful…….. he will never sing ‘ butterfly ’ without nearly dying…. everyone in the room passes away.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

HIS WHOLE LIFE IS A BAD HABIT.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

oh babey… i can’t even describe… but he dresses better than anyone u’ve ever met… don’t invite him to ur birthday, he’s gonna show up in vintage versace, on a white horse, while 70s underground disco plays. body chains everywhere. he’s so eclectic and fashionable and experimental. runway looks just to go to the store. of course for work he’ll just wear a suit or something casual lol. but outside of work????? u could see him in a $5000 la perla pajama set, eden boots, faux fur coat, and a pearl necklace just to get chips from the gas station. he’s ur glam babygirl…. he’s your goth boyfriend…

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

affectionate enough so please don’t touch him a lot. lkjgfdlsgjkl. and idk, he has a hot-cold kind of personality, so sometimes he won’t even look at you. won’t touch you, won’t do anything. if he’s touching a friend, it’s usually when it’s a very intimate moment. like a serious talk or something. he’s not one to grab them up into hugs and shit. he’s not a cuddlebug. but in somber, solemn moments or moments where he wants to make a point, he may touch a hand very briefly. like a little flash of love and absolute trust and vulnerability.

even in his romantic relationships he’ll most likely sit on the waaay opposite end of the couch from his boyfriend if theyre talking. it’s really just best to express in some way that you want to touch him before actually doing it. like you don’t have to outright ask for permission but you need to be really careful about it and indicate something so you don’t weird him the fuck out.

he’s just never been a touchy person. being a domestic abuse survivor didn’t help.

with that said if there’s enough trust gained, he doesn’t mind! but that’s an upward climb that people rarely ever power through. vi’s affection is usually expressed through doing favors and stuff like that anyway.

vi has punched people in the face more than he’s hugged people on his blog and that’s just where he’s at as a person………..

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

vi’s the type to fall asleep wherever he falls so he could be twisted like a pretzel or laid out like a plank. you might even find him face down on his kitchen floor, making friends with the linoleum floors of his kitchen!! on his side, in the bathroom. bent up like a tangled slinky somewhere in his office. it’s like finding a dead body every time you find him sleeping except he’s alive and probably dreaming about kazuki kitamura in a wet t-shirt contest.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

no and that’s exactly why he’s great at trespassing. u befriend him and ur asking for break-ins. u won’t even know he’s in ur kitchen, eating your french toast like some sort of shitty little moon raccoon. also he can phase thru ur walls? you are not catching him.

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