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zozo-01 · 6 months

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"i'm thinkin' how she rides it, if she sits on it. (make it hard for me to stand up.)"

Hello, hello!!! Our lovely @dominimoonbeam wanted a lil moment between university freshman David and Darlin' when Darlin' pierces him and I said, absolutely ma'am give me a couple of months! So here we are, definitely on the more spicy side but I do try my best!!! And I couldn't resist the J. Cole lyric. And thank you to the amazing @cashandprizes for reassuring me that this is as hot as I think it is!!!

CW: University AU, David is a Business Major, Darlin' is a Poli Sci Major, They are both stupid and in love, No Angel and Sam AU, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Things get heated because piercings, A little bit of accidental grinding of the laps, Praise, ass grabbing, Just a jolly old good time, see domini i can do nice things to darlin, Minors Please Don't Interact, Mayhaps a part two where there will be actual fucking may come soon

click here for the ao3 link!!!

There they were, sitting in the comfortable silence that they have both perfected. There’s no need to speak whenever they’re with him because a glance is all they both need. Eyes spill secrets that lips refuse to speak of, but at the risk of not getting sentimental, David called it their way of telling each other that they should ditch class together. If you had told a sophomore David that his favourite moments were when he was skipping classes that he paid thousands for to spend time with the pack’s resident bad wolf, he’d be convinced you got the wrong man, but here they were.

Darlin’ had messaged him that they weren’t feeling well and wanted to stay home, and David being the good and whipped Beta he was, stayed back to help them. After their inevitable yet futile attempts to send him back to class, they’d relented and pulled out their textbooks. “If you’re going to skip class, then at least let’s be productive.” They sat down, motioning to David to join them on this impromptu study date- nope, nuh uh, he dares not be hopeful and call this a date.

So they sat in the silence that felt familiar and kept glancing at each other to make sure the other was doing ok.

Right now, though, he was doing a whole lot more than glancing. More like gawking at the wolf in front of him. How could he not? They had a tank top on due to the heat, leaving scarred skin and muscle out on display for him. There was a reason everyone fell for Darlin’ at first sight and it wasn’t their dazzling smile or sweet glances. (They’d only show that part of them to the people they trust, and David likes to delude himself into thinking there are some looks that are reserved for him alone.)

David gave up on balancing his accounts and analyzing supply and demand graphs in favour of staring at their pretty face while they look over some policies for an essay. Their eyes rapidly firing between their computer and notebook, scrambling to write down the notes they needed for an essay. It was nice to see them relaxed like this Writing always brought a sense of peace to them. Watching them be able to translate the beautiful and complex ideas in their brain into words that only they could conceive.

Even after all these years, there still wasn’t a detail that went unnoticed by him.

“You got a new piercing?” His eyes stared at the silver piece on their nose. They’d talk about getting a nose piercing for a while now, and now that they’ve gotten it, it fits their face really well.

“Hm?” They ran a hand over their face in an attempt to wipe the tiredness away. “Oh yeah, got that one a couple of weeks ago.” Their eyes went back to their readings, but they continued speaking. “Hurt like a fuckin’ bitch. The lady had to give me shit ton of napkins to stop the blood and the tears.”

He scooted closer to them to take a closer look, fully giving up on his own assignments. “And do your parents know about this one?” He jested, but genuinely curious about their reaction.

They chuckled that infuriatingly soft laugh. “My mom took me to get it done, thank you very much. I’d have to be a real certified fool to think I can hide this from her.” Massaging their temples as a way to motivate them back into writing, they powered on with their essay. Always having more willpower than he could ever dream of.

He smirked, leaning in to whisper in their ear. Just blowing air on their ear was enough to make their breath hitch and body stiffen up. “Does she know about the belly button piercing? Or the tattoo on your thigh?” Both of which he’s had the pleasure of seeing on the nights he and the rest of the pack have gone out partying. Darlin’ would always be late, but the care they took in their outfit and appearance was always worth it. Not that they didn’t look beautiful all the damn time.

Finally putting their notebook down and turning off their laptop, Darlin’ turned towards him with a cocky grin. If they had moved any closer, their lips would have brushed against his. He wondered how soft their lips would be and how their scar would feel. Before he could delve deeper into his own desires, Darlin’ put a finger on his lip.

“You ain’t gonna tell my mama, are ya Davey?” A sultry voice with the rough accent he loved entered his ears, filling up his senses until it was all he could perceive. This was so unfair. It’s not his fault that he has a boring accent. And it was absolutely not his fault Darlin’s accent made his pants tight and heart pound. Very little in this world can make David Shaw blush, but hearing his fellow wolf laying on their accent thick was one of the few events that made his knees weak.

A silent nod was all the wolf needed to lean back and smile like nothing ever happened.

(Darlin’ will always deny two things for the rest of their life. One, their city accent is attractive in any way shape or form. Two, that David Shaw made their heart beat erratically when he smirks and leans in to whisper in their ear.)

Darlin’ got up to stretch their arms and legs, and David made sure to note the way their muscles moved under their skin and the little groans they let out. Oh, he’ll definitely remember those noises later. “I’m gonna grab some water, want some?”

David gave a nod and stood up, also wanting to stretch his limbs after sitting down for too long. And not because he wants to show off his muscles to them. No way.

The two wolves walked towards the kitchen, where David sat on the barstools and Darlin’ went over to the fridge to take out two bottles of water. Whether or not Darlin’ purposely bent over, showing off their ass in those sweatpants was a discussion for another day. Preferably when he is alone and with a hand down his pants. (He would love it for it to be theirs.)

Sipping on his water to try to cool himself down, a thought crosses his mind. He randomly thinks about something Milo and Asher had told him, and he wonders if Darlin’ shared the same sentiment.

“So um, weird question…” His voice trailed off when Darlin’ turned back around and focused their attention on him. Shit, shit. The question was embarrassing enough, but he didn’t truly understand how awkward it was to ask them directly. Or maybe thought he was weird. Or even worse creepy.

He didn’t notice that Darlin’ walked around the kitchen counter, standing in front of him with furrowed brows and head tilted. “Are you ok, David? You seem a lil’ flushed.” They placed their hand on his forehead to make sure his temperature was alright.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just- I wanted to-” He stuttered and stumbled his way to find the right words to ask his deeply odd question, all the while Darlin’ didn’t interrupt him. They just nodded, urging him to take his time to find the proper way to ask. “Milo and Ash mentioned something… About tongue piercings and how good they felt… And uh…” Oh God, please end his suffering so he doesn’t have to live on.

Apparently God decided to further his suffering by making Darlin’ laugh at him. He can’t be too mad since their laugh is so heavenly, but seriously? Come on! He wants them to laugh with him, not at him. He crossed his arms huffed, looking to the side to hide his pouting face.

(Oh my God, Darlin’ would never say it to his face yet, but he looks so much like a puppy when he does that. He needs to stop right now before their heart explodes into a bunch of little wolf bits. And that’s a mess no one wants to clean up. Grim.)

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They covered their mouth to muffle their laughter. Now hold on, they shouldn’t do that. If they’re doing it to save his dignity, then there’s no point! His dignity is gone so the least they can keep laughing so it’d been worth it.

Clearing their throat and wiping tears from their eyes, they stood up straight to ask the million dollar question on the tip of his tongue.

“David Shaw, are you askin’ me if it feels good to get head from a person with a tongue piercin’?”

When they say it like that, he can see why it was silly that he couldn’t formulate a simple question. But have you considered that this is the wolf he’s been mildly attracted to (in other words, madly in love with) standing in front of him. Considering the attention and interest that they garner from the people around them, it makes it all the more important for him to be on his best behaviour. If he wants to be considered a potential mate, he cannot project any weakness in front of them. And that includes asking questions about sex and sexuality. How can he properly fuck them if he doesn’t know what they like?

He grunts and nods his head. “Yes, that is what I was asking about. Can you give me an answer?” Nice, holding his ground after an embarrassment like that is a good step towards recovery.

Darlin’ raised their eyebrow. “It feels real fuckin’ good.” They smirked, leaning slightly into David’s space. “The cold from the metal just makes me beggin’ for more.” The sultry voice from earlier returns and David fears for his pants durability. They placed a hand on his thigh to push themselves higher to look him in the eye. “Do you want one?”

(It was cool and this is ok. Their banter together, Darlin’s flirting and their touchy habits is just who they are. From the outset, Darlin’ seemed like a person who didn’t want to be touched and for the most part they would be right. They were only like this with the few people they found attractive and their close friends. He had seen them pull the same moves and use the same lines from before. There was nothing special about the things they were doing or saying to him. Maybe they found amusement in the flustered state they reduced him too, but that can be said about anyone else.)

(To Darlin’, this was all a game. But it’s a game he’s willing to play to keep them close to him.)

David scoffed, getting up from the chair and went to grab more water. Was it always this hot at this time in the year? “No, it was just a question,” he replied rapidly, chugging down the water to cool himself off again.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Darlin’ leaning their upper body against the counter, hand holding their face and with a shit-eating grin.

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He knows that they’re egging him on. All of this was only to get himself riled up and say something stupid. Or look stupid. It’s the same stuff that got him in so much trouble in high school and he refuses to let it continue now. He’s in university. He’s an adult. So there’s no way some childish instigation would make him say-

“Ok, where can I get one?”

…David Shaw, you dumb bitch.

Darlin’ rolled their eyes. “Ha, ha, I was only kiddin’. There’s no way you’re not lyin’.” When all they were met was silence, their eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re actually serious. Are you ok? Did you hit your head on the way here?”

“Yes, I am serious and no, I didn’t hit my head.” He crossed his arms defensively. “If you say it’ll be a good look for me, then let’s do it. Where do we have to go?” David was seldom known for his spontaneous attitude, but they always had a way of bringing that impulsive side of him out.

Looking around the room, Darlin’ put their hands behind their back and stretched their arms. “Well I can do it.” They cut David and his concerns and his complaints off with a wave of their hand. “And before you worry, yes I know what I’m doin’, I’ve done it before and you’re in good hands.” They walked to the fridge and pulled out a tequila bottle. David dare not ask where they got it from.

“Here,” they offered the bottle to the baby Alpha. “Take a sip, then go to the bathroom. I got spare toothbrushes under the sink, use one to clean your tongue then meet me out here.” Once David took the bottle, Darlin’ turned to their room to grab something.

Shaking himself out of a daze, he asked, “Wait, what’s the bottle for?” It doesn’t seem like alcohol and piercings should go hand in hand like this.

Darlin’ gave an easy smile and reassured him, “It’s to make sure you don’t feel too much pain. Trust me, it helps.” With a nod, they walked back into the room, leaving David alone in the kitchen.

There were a handful of people David trusted in his life, and there were even fewer that he would trust with something like this. He stared at the bottle, knowing if he drank it, he would be fully committing to this wacky plan. But if he could trust anyone who would hold his life in their hands, gently and with care, it would be Darlin’. So he popped the bottle open and took a sip of the tequila.

He wiped his mouth and walked to the bathroom. It would take a bit before the alcohol takes its course, so he had some time to brush. He opened the bathroom door, looking at himself in the vanity mirror. This was so stupid and so was he when it comes to them. He bent over to the cabinet under the sink, a slight nausea overcoming him. He took the toothbrush out and went along with brushing his teeth and tongue.

Once he spent a good 5 minutes brushing (he cannot have Darlin’ think he has bad breath), he took the mouthwash from the vanity cabinet and swirled it in his mouth. Just a precaution and it never hurts to be safe than sorry. He remembers the pain Asher went through with his infected piercings and he refuses to go through the same.

He could feel the booze hitting his brain, needing to shake his head to keep himself awake. It really is such a miracle that he was such a lightweight at his size. He stumbled back to the living room, looking at the assignments he chose to abandon for a more worthwhile experience. Plopping himself on the couch, he waited for Darlin’ to come back, while letting his head get heavy. Hopefully, Darlin’ will come out before he passes out.

Luckily, Darlin’ entered the living room with latex gloves on their hands and a bunch of needles in their arms. In his drunken stupor, he had to hold back a moan when he saw them. They look so fucking good in those tight sweatpants and that tanktop, and the alcohol made him want to… express his appreciation.

They set their tools on a towel beside David, setting it up for a smooth procedure. “Ok, everythin’ on my end is ready, you done brush your tongue?” He nodded his heavy head and smiled at Darlin’ appreciative ‘yay’. “Good shit. Now, can I sit on your lap?”

Absolutely. Yes. 100%, you will not hear any complaints from him. He may not know why they needed to, but he will gladly let it happen. He thought he hid the confusion in his eyes well, but leave it to Darlin’ to pick at every little expression. “I need a good look at your tongue and sittin’ on your lap makes it easier for me to not fuck up.” That’s a good enough reason for him, so he nodded. Darlin’ thanked him, and gently sat in his lap.

(Darlin’ had done this a billion times before, but sitting in the other person’s lap was something they never needed to do.)

The weight of their body on his lap was heavenly, providing pressure and touch at the right areas. If he was a weaker man, he would have grabbed their hips and started to move them against his crotch. He wonders about how they would act if he grinds up against them. Would they let out breathy moans or shallow groans? Would they be loud or quiet? Would they fight against his hold or let him do whatever he pleased? So many different trains of thought, all of them involving him inside of them, wherever that might be.

He’s begrudgingly heard from other people about how good they are in bed. He wonders if he can put some of those rumours to the test.

“Ok, couple of things before I start,” they said in a stern voice. David widened his fatigued eyes at their tone. “One, you gotta stay still for me. I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t wanna mess up the needle placement. And second,” they grabbed his hands and put them on their thighs. “Squeeze them if you’re in pain.” David wonders if he’s in heaven, being able to hold them this close and gripping their thighs. He could feel the tensing and relaxing of their muscles, and he wonders if they’re just as nervous as he is.

With a nod and a quiet whisper, they say, “Good, now open that mouth for me and stick your tongue out.” Not even a second into this and Darlin’s voice is already making him lose his mind. He does what they say, letting them see every little corner of his mouth and tongue. They grabbed his chin and pulled him closer, their eyes examining his tongue.

The nausea from the alcohol mixed with the anxiety of the anticipation and the butterflies Darlin’ gave him made his stomach twist and convulse in the sickets way. He knew he couldn’t move, lest they mess up at his expense, so he does what comes natural to him. David absentmindedly traced the muscles and scars he could feel from over their sweatpants. Trailing his hands from their hips all the way down to their knees and back up. He started off with fleeting touches, ready to back off if they asked him to. But with no objection from the wolf in his lap, he let his touches become firmer. Soft grazes turned into borderline lustful strokes. He could feel the bruises form under his fingertips. He wonders if he can leave bite marks later.

There was a morbid curiosity in him that wonders what would happen if he thumbed their inner thigh. Would they like it? Would they let him trail his hand higher? Questions he desperately needed answers to, but not right now.

His pondering was cut off by Darlin’ shifting to grab some tool, causing them to grind into his lap. The pleasure shot up to his brain and woke David up immediately. This was it. He was a goner. Is he also supposed to keep any sounds in? That’s just cruel and vile.

They help up a tweezer-like to David’s eyes. “This here is a forceps clamp. I’m gonna use it to minimize as much of the bleedin’, ok?” A nod from him prompted Darlin’ to clamp his tongue. It was a weird sensation, but the alcohol made it barely noticeable.

Happy with the placement after checking for the major veins under his tongue, they held his shoulders. “Ok, this is your last chance to back out. Once the needle goes in, I can’t take it out. You still wanna do this?” This should be the time David really reconsiders his decision. Like, does he really want this piercing? Is it even worth it?

“Aww, what a shame. You’d look hot as shit with one.”

He couldn't reply properly on account of the clamp on his tongue, but he let out a string of sounds that sounded like, “Alright, let’s do it.” He clenched his eyes and grasped their thighs with a vice grip. He may have not seen a person get pierced before, but he can imagine how fucking painful a needle through the tongue could be. Sure the tequila would help, but like, needle through the tongue. Ouch.

Sensing the stress from David, Darlin’ placed a hand on his face, thumbing his jaw. “Hey, you’re gonna be alright. I won't lie, it’ll hurt like a bitch, but you’re in good hands, I promise.” They said with such a soft voice, so full of conviction, he thinks that the process would be painless. They moved their hands to his chest, “Just breathe in and out.” Maybe, if he focuses on the fluttery feeling they’re giving him everything will be ok.

When his breathing evened out, Darlin’ gently held his chin with one hand and held the needle with the other. “Dig your nails into me if it gets too much, but don’t move.” With that, they gently began the piercing process and David stopped himself from jerking backwards.

The pain was awful. He had tears in his eyes and body was stiff. The best way he could describe the feeling was as if he could feel every part of the believed pain that comes from morphing from his human form to a wolf. Luckily the tequila helped a little with the pain.

In a delirious state of pain and inebriation, his hands slid up their thighs and to their ass. He needed something with more resistance, fearing that if he kept gripping their thighs, he’d soon draw blood. And also, he’s not going to give up a chance to grab their ass. His fingers dug into his backside, feeling the soft muscles clenching underneath. Darlin’s body stopped for a good micro-second, and they let out a soft moan that David will absolutely be saving for later.

Darlin’ stopped for a moment, hearing the pained whimpers David let out. “Shhh, you’re doing so well,” they whispered. “There’s only a lil’ bit left, you’re almost there.” Their raspy voice mixed with their praise for him had his pants get even tighter. At this point he’s absolutely sure Darlin’ can feel his dick through his jeans, if the quiet moan was any indicator. He’s glad they’re being affected the same way he is.

A few seconds later, he felt the needle exit his tongue, with the piercing replacing it. The worst of the pain was over, hallelujah. They attached the ball at the other end of the piercing. They took their gloves off and kept holding his chin, admiring their handiwork. “You did amazing, David.” Once Darlin’ was satisfied, they got up, heading back to the kitchen.

Oh no, oh no no no no. He has a full on boner and nothing to hide with. He frantically looked around the living room, eyeing the small blanket. David placed the blanket on his lap, letting out a sigh of relief. Now if only Darlin’ could relieve him in other ways.

Darlin came back into the room with some mouthwash, a cup and ice. “Rinse your mouth with this and spit in the cup. It’ll hurt, but you gotta do it,” they said as they handed the cup and mouthwash to him. He did as they said, rinsing his mouth and spitting out blood and mouthwash into the cup. Gross.

“Open your mouth again for me?” There was no hesitation in his action, letting Darlin’ have complete control of him. “You’re such a good boy, Davey. Listenin’ to me so well.” They chuckled at David’s deadpan expression. They took the ice and placed it on the piercing. David groaned at the feeling, the cold ice soothing his swollen tongue. “Oh my David, what a sound.” Kill him now.

They shook their head and their voice got serious. “Some aftercare shit. Wash your mouth with salt water and mouthwash twice a day. No solid food for a couple of days, don’t worry I have soup with me. No smokin’ or alcohol for 2 weeks.” They got closer, leaning over his body, whispering in his ear. “And no oral sex for 4 to 6 weeks, but I’ll be here so you can put that piercing to use.” They leaned back like nothing happened, going back to their ignored assignment.

David can’t wait to wring out every little sound Darlin’ let out. Maybe it will lead to something more.

(Darlin’ spent that night with a hand down their pants, thinking about how David’s new piercing would feel inside them. Maybe they can convince him to get a Jacob’s Ladder next.)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted david #redacted darlin #mdni #teehee #we love a good borderline smut fic hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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arielburrow · 11 months

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Jupiter and Venus

Hi this is totally something i wanted to do for fun, i hope you enjoy! This takes place when Joe was a sophomore at OSU; Joe x y/n

“y/n! your here! Finally, the party’s starting!” Your high school friend Marissa shouts as you enter the apartment. The overwhelming scent of beer and old spice attacking your sense of smell. Music blaring from every speaker in sight.

“Hi Maris!” You embrace her taking in the sight. It was a Friday night at Ohio State and Marissa was throwing a “small” party at her boyfriend’s apartment. You were told it would just be your friend group, but that guest list clearly went out the window.

Her boyfriend Jake hands you a drink you unsurprisingly can’t identify, but sip anyway.

Walking into the living room you see dozens of recognizable faces scattered about. Noticing your best friend Joe, you walk up to him.

“Hi guys!” You greet the group he is standing with and give him a hug.

You talk amongst the group noticing Joe’s oddly quiet demeanor, but considering maybe he’s just too sober. You zone out of the conversation you’re deep in to follow his line of view, stopping when you see the target.

Layla.

Joe and Layla were together for a couple of months and had really gotten to like eachother, but she called it quits last week with little reasoning. You found it completely odd but didn’t want to push him on the topic. You also couldn’t deny the fact that you weren’t necessarily disappointed that the relationship didn’t work out, given you’ve had your heart set on Joe since freshman year; but deciding that secret would be taken to the grave, given he was your closest friend.

You wanted to talk to him about it, but Marissa swooped you up before you got the chance.

“Cmonnnn we are doing shots y/n!” A clearly drunk Marissa exclaims. You leave the group to join your friend, downing 3 before joining the beer pong table.

It was a known fact that you crushed in beer pong, meaning every guy insisted on playing you to prove they could beat you, which never did actually occur.

You were having fun as time went on, careful not to drink too much because you had work tomorrow. Strolling through the party, pushing your way through the shit faced bodies, you notice you couldn’t spot Joe. Only Layla who was straddling some frat guy.

Soon you run into Sam, asking him where Joe is, he responds that he said he was going to get some air.

You assumed this meant to the rooftop which was known to be one of the best apartment rooftops in columbus. You whipped up a drink and headed towards the staircase.

The door swung open and you immediately spotted Joe sitting on a table top gazing upon the city. There were a few stragglers towards the back of the rooftop, but it was vacant otherwise.

“Hey you, brought you a little something,” you shrug with a smirk forcing the cup upon him. He showed you the best way to make a spiked hot chocolate freshmen year and you’ve never gone back.

Joe smiles, retrieving the cup from you and sipping it lightly. “almost as good as mine.” The wind blows across the rooftop making the already cold air sharp against your face. Joe notices your shivering and pats the bench top next to him. You scan his face as you take the seat; watching his eyes gaze upon the city line and the stars above it. Layla must have really gotten to him, cause he never isolates himself at party’s.

“Joe…” He turns his head and you notice his expression. Not the sad depressed look you were expecting, but more of a deep in thought face.

“I’m sorry about Layla, I know it must be hard seeing her with someone else, especially around all your friends.” He says nothing in response, just returning his eyes toward the city.

“But I really don’t think you should let her keep you from being yourself. I mean look at you, you’re usually the life of the party; I haven’t heard one mario kart joke from you all night,” you say keeping your eyes on him.

He cracks that half-way Joe smile that is recognized by those who know him best. That smile that pulled you into its grasp last year and hasn’t let you go since.

You watch as he stands, walking over to the railing along the rooftop, turning around to reach out his hand to you.

You accept as he pulls you next to him; close enough to make your heart flutter. The two of you stand along the railing adoring the view. As the wind picks up, your body lets out another visible shiver to which you laugh. The giggle comes to an end as Joe wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body, giving your head no where else to go but his chest.

You’re sure your breathing stops for a moment, sure you and Joe were close, but he’s never held you like this before. You keep your eyes glued ahead of you, not daring to look up at his baby blues.

No words are shared. No sounds escape. Just the two of you, embracing against the cold; something you couldn’t even find in your greatest dreams. You can feel your body becoming warm again.

Joe breaks the silence first, “Do you know why you can see Jupiter and Venus together on clear nights?” He asks pulling your finger to their direction in the sky.

You just shake your head, unable to form words at the moment.

“They follow a similar pattern around the planet, and when it’s the right time of year for their paths to cross, they look like they’re almost touching. So they follow each other year round, but don’t actually meet until the right moment” He finishes as he rests your hand back down, noticing your eyes glued to the planets in front of you.

“Gosh, so this is what it’s like when a space nerd gets his heart broken? He projects onto the planets?” You joke completely lost on what Joes mind was truly on.

He laughs in return but only pulls you closer to his chest, sending electricity through your entire body. He’s just keeping me warm. You have to repeat the sentence in your head to convince yourself this was a normal embrace between best friends.

“Joe please talk to me. What’s going on in your head, I hate not being able to read you.” You muster up the words as you turn your head up, inches away from his face.

“Can i be completely honest with you about something?” Joe asks

You nod in response. “Layla and I, you know we weren’t really what I made us out to be. I made it seem like we were really involved but honestly she was just a fling to distract my mind.”

“I thought you really liked her? You were always telling me about the dates you guys were going on.” You recall as those harsh memories arise of you having to put on a smile as Joe shared with you his experiences with Layla; pushing that “i wish it was me” talk far in the back of your mind whenever she was brought up.

“No. I mean, she’s a nice girl, but i’ve been really thinking about it lately and she was never the goal; she was just a way for me to take my mind off what i really wanted, or who.” As he finishes his sentence you feel his arm tighten around your waist only pushing you closer to him. You could swear your heart was screaming at him right now, almost wanting to hold your breath, careful not to give yourself away.

“Well…than I guess you can focus more on you’re goal than, but what was the point of getting with her if you weren’t really interested?” You press on

“The goal didn’t seem so attainable at the time, but now i realize that it’s my only option, and I can’t be with anyone else if she’s not her.” Joe shifts himself so he’s more facing you, gazing down toward you as your eyes meet his.

You couldn’t help but let out a smile and blush a little. This attention from Joe was so abnormal and making you feel every emotion possible. You wanted nothing more than to be his goal, be his venus.

Your eyes stayed locked for what felt like a lifetime, you stayed in his embrace feeling warm in his arms.

“How can I help you reach that goal?” You press on smiling in a way that no soul could hide. Your mind was spinning and words were forming on their own.

In an instant Joes lips are upon yours, he pulls you in, holding on like he’s scared to let go. Your hands reach for his face, cupping his checks as the kiss only intensifies. You feel his hands around your waist and smile against his lips. This was it, this was the love you believed you could never have; with the man you never thought saw you as anything but a friend.

You both pull away in heavy breaths, not daring to leave each others embrace. You both laugh, not able to take your eyes off one another.

“My god you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that for.” Joe shakes his head.

You smile in return leaning into him again, “Joe…I’m going to be completely honest, i’m so in love with you.”

You watch as his smile rises as he picks you up spinning you around as you laugh.

“I love you so much y/n, it’s always been you.” he whispers in your ear.

Setting you down on the ground, you both take a seat on the table top, lying down so your vision is filled with the night sky. You and Joe lie ear to ear and hand in hand. Smiling as you both crack jokes and whisper sweet nothings to each other. This is it, you think to yourself, this is Jupiter meeting Venus.

I hope this was kinda fun to read! Im just trying to get into writing fics so let me know if you have any requests!

#joe burrow #joeburrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine

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steve-harringtons-ass · 11 months

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Feud- EDDIE X FEM!READER SMUT

Cw- 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, Rough-ish sex, Biting, teasing, name calling, oral (bith recieving), arguing, alcohol.

Enjoy weirdos

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Summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana meant more time with friends, more time doing stupid shit, and your personal favorite- parties.

You were anticipating this Summer to be especially good, seeing as you had just finished your freshman year at college. You were also anticipating finally reconciling with some old friends, or at least reconnecting with your class on good terms.

Or a summer romance.

C'mon, who knows? You read all about it in young adult novels.

Nancy's end of the school year party was something everyone buzzed about come May. What got the gossip-obsessed crowd even more fixated was that Eddie was invited. You weren't offended, Nancy and Eddie had their own troubles that were sorted out a while ago. You and Eddie, however... That was a different story.

You pulled up to Nancy's place a little early, like she had asked you to.

"I need to see my bestie before everyone else turned up!"

You loved her and she meant well, but you cringed remembering her statement.

Nancy's carrying a jug of what looks like fruit punch from the garage to the backyard.

"Hey!" You leave your car, approaching her. "Anything I can help with?"

"There's another jug in the fridge if you can carry it." She beams. "I'm so excited, I made them this morning."

"You made fruit punch?"

"No! Jungle juice. It’s a bunch of alcohol and fruit juice mixed together. Mom and Dad finally trust me enough to actually leave the house for more than a few hours while I'm hosting so..." She shakes the jug a little, the bright red liquid sloshing around. "Had to go all out."

"Ohh, gotcha. Lemme get the other one then."

You meet her in the backyard to finish setting up.

"Eddie's gonna be here." She announces suddenly- as if it was something she needed to get off her chest.

"I figured. Y'all are good right? Why else would he come?"

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good. I just wanted to let you know."

"I don't mind at all." And you really don't. "I'd like to figure out why he hated my guts so much in high school, but I'm not about to cause a scene, y'know? I respect your friendship."

"Thanks, Y/n." She looks at the grass for a moment. "I know he uh- he wasn't the nicest to you. But did he ever find out...?"

"That I liked him?" You shake your head. "Nah, even when we weren't at each other's throats in class, I never had the courage to tell him. Probably for the best though, right? Would have been super awkward." That comment makes her chuckle, which is a relief. Your (rather insignificant) crush on Eddie was sophomore year, and you were in college now. Too much has happened since for you to really give a damn.

People start pulling up at around 7, and by 8, nearly everyone that was coming had arrived- and you’re lost in a sea of drunken former classmates. (Not for nothing, you’re getting to that point, too).

However, even while you're playing drinking games with Nancy and throwing fritos at Robin, you can't stop thinking about Eddie.

But why? And why now?

One thing you once hoped for was that your need to fix everything wouldn't follow you to college- but shit, wishful thinking, right?

Well, that's the most logical reasoning in your tipsy brain. The sun is fully set and you're making it a thing to start to pace yourself so you don't get too drunk too fast.

With that being said you chug the last of your can before finding Eddie sitting on a plastic lawn chair a bit further on in the backyard. He’s with Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in front of a fire pit.

"Hey Y/n!" Steve notices you first, and he and Jonathan wave you over. You hear Steve mumble something to Eddie before he shoots you a look.

"Hey guys, how's your night been?" You sit in the empty chair next to Argyle, keeping your distance from Eddie.

"Pretty good." Jonathan answers first, swirling a bottle of beer by the top part. "I'm glad so many people could show, I thought we’d never see a lot of them again."

Like Eddie.

You didn't mean to look at him when Jonathan said that part about never seeing one another again. But you did.

Fuck.

"I dunno, might be for the best we don't have class with some of these people now." Eddie speaks up, and it's clear he'd seen you glance over.

Steve's smart, though. He knows where Eddie was going with that snarky comment and he isn't going to hear it. "It's still hard to believe we're done." He says. "It's only been a year, but being here makes me feel like it's been a week."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"To surviving freshman year," Jonathan states, raising his bottle. "May high school stop feeling like it was only a week ago... Don't really need to remember that." That gets a few giggles before everyone eventually raises their bottles for a toast.

You have a couple more mixed drinks, and while your conversation gets deeper and more personal, Eddie abruptly leaves your guys' slice of the backyard.

He left to talk to Nancy.

"Is he alright?" You ask once you're sure he's out of earshot.

"Maybe seeing us again finally hit him? It's not like we were able to hang out much this year." Steve says, glancing over at Nancy and Eddie. "Maybe he feels old." He grins, obviously not serious.

"Nah, I bet it's you, Y/n." Steve blurts out, face red as Jonathan elbows him.

"The fuck, dude?" Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah... You three can dish this out yourselves, four's a crowd y'know?" With that, Argyle leaves too.

"So y'all know why Eddie hated me, but not Nancy?" You ask, face getting hot.

"Well... Yeah. Nancy and Eddie are close, but you two are like sisters." Jonathan starts. "N-Not to say you aren't close with us! Just that, he trusted us more than her. I guess."

"Can you tell me at least? We're done with highschool anyways. Who cares now?"

Jonathan won't look at you when he speaks. "He was just kinda... Jealous. I guess."

You can't help but laugh. "No fucking way. You're lying!"

"No..." Steve starts. Neither of them were smiling. "He was always pissy that you succeeded in areas he couldn't. Like English, Math, even fighting all that shit in the upside-down. You know how jealous Eddie can get."

"But did that warrant all the things he's said done?" You thought of the rude remarks over the years. The catty bullshit. The humiliation tactics in class and at D&D meets. The one time he "accidentally" knocked your coffee over. He didn't offer to get you a new one. "There has to be something else."

"Not that we ever knew of." Jonathan cuts in, but his voice quickly gets quiet. Your back is facing the deck, so you can't see much of the party behind you.

"Knew of what?" Eddie askes. But he sounds like he already knows the answer. He's right behind you now, and the heat eminating from him is far less welcoming and comfortable than the fire in front of you. You don't know if the tone in his voice is attractive or terrifying.

Both?

"Oh! Uh, whether our old science teacher got hair plugs or not." Steve isn't known for his lying skills. Mostly due to the fact that he's an awful liar.

"You know I could hear you well before I was in front of you, yeah?" Eddie moves, circling the three of you like you're dinner.

"Why not hear all those reasons from me?" He's looking at you now, something that didn't happen once over the course of your fire-chat.

"Nah, I'm good." You want to know so badly it burns, but you're hoping that hearing it from a seemingly angry Eddie near an open flame isn't in the cards for you.

"C'mon dude, this isn't right." Jonathan says before putting a hand out to stop Eddie.

"No no, highschool's over, right? I insist."

You could leave. You could stand up and find Nancy and Robin and get shitfaced while talking about your favorite actor's newest movie.

But you stay. Are you paralyzed with fear? Excited to hear his answer? Who knows?

"I always thought of you as a fucking ass, Y/n. Had to be soo perfect all the damn time. So fucking great at everything."

He's drunk.

Steve is shaking his head, knowing that was never the case for you.

"So maybe I got sick of it. Maybe I got so wrapped up in my own life that I couldn't stand to give a damn about you. 'Cus that's life, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be your friend and I'm sure as hell not gonna do shit to prove that wrong."

"You're fucking cruel! She never did shit to you." Jonathan says, but Eddie ignores him completely.

"Y/n." His face softens, but turns into a strange, bitter expression. "Wanna finally know the mystery reason you're all foaming at the mouth over?"

You're blinking back hot tears, deadpanning throughout this conversation.

"I hated you so fucking much I began to fall in love with you. And I hated you even more for doing that to me."

And suddenly, the world stops.

Jonathan isn't trying to call him off anymore.

Steve isn't trying to reassure you anymore.

"Fuck you, Eddie." You hiss, venom in your words and fire in your stomach. "If you thought that would give you rhyme or reason to the way you treated me, you're dead fucking wrong. And this discussion is over. You’re shit to me."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" His voice raises ever so slightly.

"Why? Is it gonna make you love me more?" You turn and leave, Steve and Jonathan calling after you while Eddie stays there, stunned.

You find Nancy. You don't want to cause any trouble- you just want to have a good night. But what you don't expect is the few minutes later where Eddie is begging to talk to you.

"Y/n. Please, let me explain that better." He says, almost whining in desperation.

"Nah. I heard enough for one night Eds." You brush him off, dismissing Nancy's confused face. "Leave me alone. I'm serious."

"So am I." And he sounds... Different. You can't explain it, and by Nancy's shocked look, you're right in your assumption that he's genuinely upset.

"Okay. But inside." You let him lead you to the kitchen, but it's too crowded. The upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms are… Occupied, to say the least.

"My car. If that's alright?" He asks.

"Fine, but you better not try to drive off and bury me somewhere." You huff.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for having faith in me." He leads you to his van, and the tinted windows stir something in you.

Eddie gets in the drivers seat and you get into the passenger's side.

His eyes are unable to meet yours. "I meant all that as in..." He takes a long inhale before starting. "Everything you did and said was perfect. Effortless. And though it made me that much more jealous, it also made me that much more interested in you. I know you don't want to hear it. But I was in love with you for a while. And something about seeing you go off and do your own thing without me being able to tell you made me angry."

You don't respond, but your face softens the slightest bit.

"I shouldn't have been an asshole to you. I fucked up beyond repair. I would have loved to be your friend in highschool at the very least, and I know I ruined that. But I at least want to apologize."

You're shocked. Hearing Eddie talk to you without yelling is one thing, but him apologizing is another.

"Oh..." You look down, at his hands, the shift lever, anything but him. "I didn't know any of that."

"Duh. No one did. Not Nance, Jonathan, Steve or even Argyle."

"I guess I have something to tell you, too." You aren't really thinking, but you don't really care.

"You don't have to share anything. I just... I've fucked up. And I'm sorry."

"No no... It's gonna take a bit to get over it, but I'm not gonna hold it against you." Your hand absentmindedly finds its way onto his knee, but he doesn't move or try to stop you.

"Thanks... What did you want to tell me?"

You lean in closer, further sealing the already little distance you had between the two of you.

"I liked you a lot in highschool. I don't think I ever got over it. Even when you hated me."

"Oh..." He looks ashamed of himself. Ashamed of taking out all of his bullshit on you.

"Hm?" You're inching close as he looks at your lips. He wants this so badly, but he feels too guilty. He probably should, but you don't want to focus on that right now.

"Can I?" He asks- and it almost sounds like he didn't mean to. He's embarassed.

"Please." Your voices are low. The sounds of chatter and music coming from outside are muffled to a soothing volume. Moonlight spills into his car, highlighting the emotions on his face in ways you don't recall ever seeing.

He wastes no time fufilling both your wishes and kisses you. It's feather-light at first, like he's afraid, or like he believes he doesn't deserve this.

But that reservation- that initial shyness melts away when he feels that hand that was on his knee rest on his thigh.

He pulls away first, speechless.

Before he can think of something to say, you kiss him this time. You can feel his demeanor soften into something far more gentle than the Eddie you just yelled at.

You shift a little, a groan accidentally escaping your lips.

The tone changes.

The atmosphere around you two morphs into something tinged with desparation and anticipation.

Eddie slides a hand up to your neck, leaving it just below until your hand is on his, guiding it to where he meant to put it.

You're pawing at his crotch, waiting for him to get the memo when he pulls away.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks serious.

"Yes. I am."

"I've been known to get uh. Aggressive. If that's not your thing-"

"Eds, I think we both know that's my thing."

His eyes widen at your confidence. "Alright, shit."

He's hard now, a sense of pride seeping into you. He hated you and now he's putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

"So the fuck are you waiting for?" He huffs, and you give him a smile before unzipping his jeans.

Eddie helps you slide his boxers down, and you can immediately see why he was so impatient.

You start by stroking your thumb across his tip just to tease him.

"Fucking suck it, don't keep me waiting."

You lower your head, taking the base of his cock in your hand. Eddie watches you drag your tongue up his shaft, and any sort of composure he had melts away. His hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping the seat.

You're bobbing your head on his cock, twisting your hand at the base in rhythm with your mouth and sending lightning bolts up his spine.

"Fuck, takin it so well, like the fuckin' whore you are." His hips are bucking into your mouth, his hand is involuntarily gripping the leather seat, and it's almost difficult to take him seriously when he's like this. "So good..."

The balance he's created of praise and aggression has you reeling, aiming to please him. You find a speed that drives him crazy, getting all sorts of moans and whimpers from him before his knuckles turn white.

“Don’t fucking stop- I’m gonna-“

"Shit shit shit-" Eddie groans, deep and raspy before he cums in your mouth. You swallow, slowly removing your mouth from him. “Fuck.” He pants.

"Get in the back." His voice is low.

"And if I don't?"

"Then holding you down when I... Return the favor won't be as comfortable, hm? Now get in the fucking back."

You swing your legs over the compartment separating the seats when Eddie follows, putting the seat down low so you can lay down (and so no one sees you).

He's on top of you, kissing your neck and biting the untouched flesh beneath it. The van is silent save for the heavy breathing and shuffling between the two of you. God, even his hickeys feel amazing.

"Eddie..." Your voice is impossibly small.

"Hm?" He looks at you, and you suddenly become aware that he's kneeling between your legs.

"Takin' too long." You're so soaked you're aching, and he's having the time of his life.

"My apologies, princess." A smirk that could only mean mischief spreads across his face. "Need to have it your way, huh?" He drags your shorts off of you, and paused when he notices the wet patch on your panties.

"Fucking soaked already? Wouldn't expect anything less from a slut like you. I bet seeing me pissed off earlier is what did it for you, hm?"

"Sh-Shut up. Asshole."

You also become very aware that he's seeing this.

Out of embarassment, you clamp your legs shut, though all you want is for him to pry them open and fuck your brains out.

"Wait, we don't have to do this." He says, a worried look on his face.

"G-God, please stop waiting, I need this so b-badly."

"Oh... I see." His hands are on both your knees, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go. "Would be a shame if I kept you waiting then, huh pretty girl?"

His thumb circles your clit through the fabric while his other hand presses on your thigh so you can't move your legs again.

The sensation- even through your underwear is sending shivers up your spine.

"Got some pretty thighs, hun." He grabs the flesh of your thigh before squeezing, enamored by the moan it causes from you.

"God, too easy." He snickers, and slides your underwear off.

He lowers himself to sit on his knees, and pulls you forward by your thighs. Your legs hang over his shoulders.

"'Course you'd have such a perfect fuckin' pussy, fuckin' dripping for me."

"Fuck, Eddie." You're squirming with impatience.

He flashes a smile once more before dragging his tongue up your slit, kissing and sucking at your clit.

"Oh shit." Your breathing quickens. You're gripping the seat. Your legs are involuntarily shaking and moving against him. And he doesn't mind a bit. Eddie drinks you up, secretly obsessed with the way you sound.

His tongue is working magic on your aching pussy. He's licking up every drop that spills out of you, latching his mouth onto your clit periodically to suck at the bundle of nerves.

Whimpers and yells of pleasure fill the van, much louder than he was. He's got a death grip on your thighs, and the bruising pain feels fucking amazing to you.

"Tastes so good, Y/n." There's an excitement in his eyes when he sees you like this- your back arching, your eyes closed tight.

The feeling of his tongue dragging up and down, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, it's sending you into overdrive.

You barely have time to tell him you're going to cum before you do, and he watches the lewd fluid gush out of you before licking it up.

"You ready?" He stands, hovering over you as his cock rests in one hand.

"Mhm." You nod frantically, unable to focus on real words.

"I'm gonna need something better than that." He says, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you.

"Yes! Please!"

"Please, huh? Didn't think you were that desperate..." His hand is still around his cock before he taps your swollen clit with it, and you jolt in response. He does it again, taking in the reaction he's getting from you.

You yelp and gasp with every tap before he starts stroking your clit with his cock. You're dripping and aching for him, but he won't give in. He continues to make strokes before abruptly stopping, and the lack of friction is driving you crazy.

"St-Stick it in, please?" You whimper, and the lust in his eyes is even more apparent now.

"So impatient, sweet thing. Want my cock? Need it?"

You nod desperately, almost shivering with anticipation.

"Mm... Okay."

He pushes the tip in at first, and your tense body immediately relaxes. He slowly pushes the rest of him in, a long moan escaping the two of you- evaporating any built up frustration.

Then, he takes his cock out- slowly. And it's enough to make you cum right then and there before his tip goes back in. Only this time, he slowly enters halfway before slamming the rest of him inside you.

"Fuck!" You yell, hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. He repeats this over and over again, refusing to let you collect yourself. Each time he slams into you a yelp escapes your lips, another shock is sent through your body and another star is added to your vision.

"So hot, feels so good around me." His voice is raspy, desperate, hungry. His strokes go to a normal, rough pace with no intentions of slowing down now that he's done torturing the both of you.

Your legs shake around his hips as you can barely contain yourself. Eddie's hands wander, squeezing your thighs, digging his nails into your hips, choking you. He's rough with you, but not in a way that's careless. In a way that's excited. Desperate. Fiery.

"Takin' me in so well, doin' such a good job for the mindless whore you are." You turn your head to the side before his hand grabs your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut. Especially if I'm talking about you. Betcha' like that, huh?"

"Too much-" is all you can muster before you're cut off by your own moans. His pace hasn't slowed down at all. "E-Eds, feels so good- Fuck."

"Oh I know, hun, but you're doing so good." His voice is gentle and it sends butterflies in your stomach.

His deep voice shakes you, and his strokes lose rhythm a slight bit. His eyes are latched onto you- your face, your hands desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands scramble, arms hooking around his neck. He cranes his neck down, biting your neck and leaving marks.

“E-Eds-“ Pain sears your neck and it feels like electricity. Your body is on fire and your mind is mush. All you can feel, all you can think about is Eddie.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you orgasm, hips bucking from sensitivity one more time as you ride out your high. Eddie follows soon after, shivering and cursing under his breath.

"God-fuck." You murmur, unable to think.

"Yeah." Eddie responds, and a smile creeps along his lips. "What a way to end a feud though, right?"

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #hehehe #18+ only

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splishsplashyouropinionistrash · 2 years

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Yes, we’re back! Welcome to yet another episode of AFTG Hot Takes, the show where I try my very hardest to piss off the fandom at large.

Next on the chopping block: Thea Muldani

Oh Thea. Where to start, honestly? Should we start with her unhealthy relationship with her college exy team? How she stood by and watched as her boyfriend was abused? Or how about we talk about how old Kevin was when they started dating?

Yeah, I think so too.

Correct me if I’m wrong, because I don’t want to be spreading false facts, but when Thea was in the Nest, Kev was still in high school. She wasn’t there his sophomore year of college (when he broke his hand) because she’d already graduated. That means, at the very least, that there is a four-year difference between the two of them. Wouldn’t be that big of a deal if they were older, you know?

But they aren’t older. If Kev was 19 when he broke his hand, then Thea was 23 at the youngest. If that age gap is correct (it could be larger, but most likely not smaller) then when Thea turned 18, Kevin was only 14.

14.

Assuming Thea started college at 18 and our age gap is correct, then she has known Kevin since he was a freshman in high school.

I’m not sure when they started dating, but it’s reasonable to assume that it was before Kev enrolled at Edgar Allen. Even if they didn’t get together until his freshman year of college, there’s still a shit-ton of grooming going on.

I could also talk about how Thea defended EA at every turn, to the point where she blatantly ignored the abuse of her boyfriend. The abuse of a child.

Remember friends, silence = compliance. If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.

But I get it, trauma does awful things to your brain and your perception, and the Ravens have trauma pouring out both ears. So, I’m not going to go there. I don’t need to go there, because I have more than enough ammo with Thea’s predatory behavior.

Moral of the story, Thea has known Kevin since she was an adult and he was 14, if not younger. With some of my other posts, I’ve said that if these are things you can ignore then good for you, I won’t fault you for it.

Not this.

If, somehow, you can excuse this in your head, I’d honestly love to hear how. Because I don’t get it.

Uh... blah blah blah, still waiting on that hitman, Nora <3

#was this entire post my way of expressing that kevaaron is the superior kevin ship?#yes.#and i'd do it again bop bop #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #edgar allen ravens #thea muldani #kevin day #splishsplash originals

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cocoabubbelle · 1 year

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Going on that whole pet name post of yours:

Scott and Rogue staying up late - could be going over mission reports cuz it’s their turn for it or maybe a late night study session since their both in College/University now (Rogue’s a Freshman and Scott’s a Sophomore) - and shit it’s late!

Rogue: *winces at seeing the clock* “Well shit…” *nudges Scott who laid his head down for a bit* “Sugah, wake up and let’s go ta bed. Ah’m goin’ cross-eyed here and your askin’ for a stiff neck in the mornin’ if ya stay lahke that.”

Scott: *muffled groan in his arms, gets up with her, and stretches before covering a yawn* “Yeah,” *yawns* “good call, Honey. I’m beat and bed sounds way too good right now.”

*He makes to leave the room with her, but pauses when she’s not coming with. He turns and sees she’s just standing there with a surprised yet thoughtful look on her face.*

“Wait… Did ya just call me Honey?”

“Uhh yeah - no good?”

*she hums, shrugs, and walks up to lean into him a bit.* “Nah… just… never thought Ah’d evah be a ‘Honey’

Scott draped his arm around her shoulders as they walked out the study, Rogue flicking the lights off. “Really?” He asked. He opened his mouth to say more, but quickly closed it. Rogue noticed, but said nothing. She patiently waited as they made their way up the stairs. Finally, as they entered their hallway, Scott cleared his throat, lowering his voice to a…nervous(?)…whisper.

“So…Remy…never called you Honey?”

A-ha. So that was it. Rogue tried to keep a straight face, but the way Scott’s ears turned pink and his lower lip almost pouted told her she had failed. Grinning, she shook her head. “Nope. But if he did…” she playfully nudged her boyfriend’s side, making him choke on a surprised laugh that almost escaped him when she grazed a ticklish part, “would that’a made ya jealous, Summers, knowin’ my ex called me Honey before you did???”

Scott scoffed and shrugged. “*Right, me? Jealous of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Cajun who just so happens to be really—what’s the word?”

“Charmin’? Handsome? Roguish?”

“Oh yes.”

His deadpan response was what made Rogue burst out laughing, and they both rushed into the bathroom before they accidentally woke anyone up.

Inside, they both gasped for air as their bodies shook from laughter. Scott slid the box of tissues towards his girlfriend, and she pulled out a few to dab at the tears of mirth making streaks in her makeup. She sat herself upon the countertop, pondering Scott’s question, before counting out her fingers. “With Rem, it was mostly ‘Cherie,’ his ‘Lil’ River Rat’ on special occasions, and just ‘Rogue.’ Never ‘Honey.’”

“Ah.”

Scott folded his arms and leaned on his elbows on the counter, facing the mirror, right next to her against the counter. He looked at her for permission, then rested his head along her arm when she nodded. Rogue placed her gloved hand next to his, their fingers grazing.

“…what about Jean?” She ventured, softly.

Scott thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. “She made it clear when we began dating that she wasn’t a fan of any couple-related nicknames. Thought they were cute, but old fashioned.” He looked up at Rogue with a bittersweet smile. “If she were still here and had heard me call you ‘Honey’, there would have been no end to her teasing.”

For a moment, Rogue was able to imagine the red-headed Marvel Girl there: accidentally eavesdropping on them while making sure they weren’t pulling an all nighter on their study session, scolding Scott for being so cheesy while laughing and embracing Rogue. She bit her lip as an extra tear escaped her eye, and hugged Scott. They held each other in silence, forgetting or uncaring that the current hour was shortening a comfortable night’s rest. Only when they heard some shuffling of one of the younger students exiting their bedroom did they reluctantly part and sneak out the bathroom before the student could bump into them. Scott walked Rogue to her door, and she turned to him after she opened it.

“…she wouldn’t have minded if Ah disagreed with her.” She finally said. “Ah don’ mind being a ‘Honey,’” she brushed his hair away from his shades, “if ah’m your Honey.”

After a lengthy pause, Scott reached up his hand to hold hers against his cheek, before giving a soft goodnight—er, eaaaaaaarly morning— kiss into her palm. “Alright…Honey…” he whispered, a tad shyly. …Rogue fought back the urge to reach up and kiss him square on the lips, as she was too tired to summon reasonable control over her mutation. So, she resigned herself to simply giving him an extra snuggly hug, rememorizing his gentle heartbeat, before retreating into her room.

Before she closed the door, Scott paused its path to the doorframe with his hand and frowned incredulously at her. “Hold on. Remy called you a River Rat? On special occasions???”

Rogue grinned and gently pushed his hand back out. “Anotha’ story for anotha’ time, Sugah. Now go ta bed.” She winked and shut the door.

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shuublebunny · 1 year

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I WOULD JUST LIKE TO PREFACE THIS BY SAYING THAT THIS IS PURELY FOR NOSTALGIA PURPOSES. I DO NOT SUPPORT A LOT OF THE SHIT THAT JESSON HAVE DECIDED TO DO WITH THEIR CHARACTERS AND STORIES BECAUSE I LOOK BACK ON THEM AND I GO “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THESE WERE ADULT HUMANS WITH FULLY DEVELOPED FRONTAL CORTEXES AND THEY THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA TO POST ON THE INTERNET?”

Childhood blinded me to how problematic some people can be.

It is the year 2023 and I am writing headcanons for a problematic ship in an old ass minecraft roleplay series

✨Aarmau HCs✨

Ok so to start out, I wanna address the UNCOMFY age gap. I think it should have been mitigated by making them about a year apart. “But Bunny, how do we handle the whole debacle of her not knowing Aaron is FC?” We drag it out in true slow-burn fashion. They meet when Aphmau is a freshman and Aaron is a sophomore (no more icky freshman-senior relationship because that is FRIGHTENING). So for 3 years they go about their lives kinda hating each other, but also kind of morphs into a “you’re not that bad, I just hate your stupid face (in an affectionate, platonic way (kind of)) and will tease you relentlessly because we’re both assholes” thing. Aph learns Aaron is FC yada yada yada BUT she’s in her JUNIOR YEAR by then.

Now the nature of their relationship. They’re not horrible with each other, but they’re definitely not super close or kind either. They have their gripes with each other and absolutely CANNOT stand each other at times. So when they find out that they have, in fact, been best friends online for the past several years, they both have a complete internal meltdown and panic. They’re idiots. They have no idea how to handle the situation. They’re awkward for like, a few months, but gradually build back their friendship, keeping a teensy bit of the snark they gave each other when they were “rivals” for the funny. But now that snarky, obnoxious behavior is ACTUALLY just a joke and they’re super close. Think of it like sibling banter.

Aph ends up developing a crush on him, but he can’t reciprocate her feelings(yes he can, he’s just scared bc he’s going off to college). Sylvanna still hATES him bc she thinks he’s trying to get with her daughter, but they just go to prom as friends. No kissing that night, nothing, just hanging out, being dumb, and ugly crying and hugging when Aphmau realizes he’s actually going away to college, and now that she only just realized her best friend was with her in person after 3 years, he’s being ripped away from her after only just getting to be his friend irl. They’re both distraught. They are ugly cryers.

They get reunited in college like they do in the og series, and that’s when Aaron realizes “oh fuck, I DO feel the same way, actually,” but doesn’t act on it because he thinks Aphmau has moved on by now. I’m not going to touch the bullshit that happened with Ein and Kai but for the sake of me being lazy and not having the energy to remove them from the story entirely, we’ll just say that all their bullshit happened Aphmau’s senior year and Aaron had to deal with them on breaks when he came back from college. None of this whole “you didn’t keep in touch with me for 3 years and now we’re reunited in college” bs. He cares about her enough as a friend to keep in touch, and finds sneaky ways to do so. He’ll send letters via snail mail after curfew and Agent R totally doesn’t notice (he’s cool like that; i will absolutely write more hcs on how Agent R is like Aaron’s adoptive dad). He’ll also use pay phones (loose change so it isn’t as traceable) around the campus/city to talk to her in real time So he absolutely knows that Aphmau is going to Falcon Claw University. Hell, he was the person she ranted to the most and panicked to over college applications. So when she got accepted to FCU she flips and calls Aaron to tell him before she even shows the letter to her mom (yet another reason why Sylvanna hates him lmao).

In college, they have a HEAVY slow-burn relationship development. They’re still not dating by the time they both graduate, but they’re also both kind of aware of the fact that they both like each other? They’re weird. Both of them are scared of fucking up their friendship. They eventually start dating around the time MyStreet takes place but uhh

This version is a lot less problematic

They catch feels for each other as ADULTS

AND THE AGE GAP IS NOT BORDERLINE PEDOPHELIA

BADA BING BADA BOOM

JESSICA I FIXED YOUR BIGGEST THING IN PHOENIX DROP HIGH

I need to write headcanons more, this was highly cathartic.

(Slight edit made because it was pointed out that I said something pretty tone-deaf that just didn’t make sense, so I fixed it).

#aphblr #Aphmau #aarmau #aarmau sucks #but it was my comfort ship when i was 11 and didn’t know how fucked up it was #so I fixed it #you’re welcome #aaron lycan #minecraft roleplay #phoenix drop high #falcon claw university #aphmau mystreet

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 1 year

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timeline of Peter Parker's Spider-Man suits for my AU

(part... One...! Handmade Suits)

with copious notes for myself lol

(i made a separate post for his web shooters)

You can see the original versions of some of these designs (here) but this post is now of course the most up-to-date version (though I did trace parts of the original so I didn't have to do too much extra re-drawing, which is why parts of it look wonky 😅(cough cough teen peter))

MANY closeups under the cut:

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First up is Peter's early costumes:

Peter's Very First Costume before he was technically Spider-Man. Now, is it stupid to have the name of your high school emblazoned across your back? Probably. But he only wears this for like... a month, month and a half. Extremely classic DIY shit, scrim eyes, no lenses, stolen tracksuit (no he's not evil in this au he's just a little monster) etc. This is what he's first using his Mk.I web shooters with before replacing them because they suck.

NOTE: TECHNICALLY WRONG: things are constantly shifting. not sure about web-shooters but this tracksuit technically isn't his costume for wrestling, it goes OVER his costume for wrestling, which is just a high-rise singlet over tights + the mask. but when he's not on the mat he's wearing the tracksuit to cover himself.

The shades of colors on this tracksuit match the shades on Flash's letter jacket btw. (posted here)

Some running shoes he probably got at Payless—IDK if those exact shoes I was drawing were actually cheap but they look close enough to a pair I could sort of see on Payless' website in the wayback machine for 2003 so it's good enough for me XD

can see a peek of peter's glove there lol. probably should have drawn him wearing them but he probably takes them off when he wrestles anyway.

And this is Peter's FIRST REAL Spider-Man costume which also uses his Mk.II web shooters (the ones that use a combo pulley-and-lever system) which he probably wears for the first time... the night his uncle dies. It's still very hand-made and the logo is screenprinted which means it is going to start cracking pretty quickly... multiple pieces much like 616... I mean this is basically the 616 costume. No face shell or anything so mouth and nose are kind of visible (and ears...) and it's basically standard lycra... not sports fabric or anything just basically thick-ass tights.

Still using scrim in the eyes but now with plastic lenses. Probably not ballistics grade though so... lol.

he repurposes the sneaker soles from his pre-spidey suit into his new boots, probably just sewn right on (or glued maybe) and he just... wears shoes that are too big so he can fit them in (either that or keeps them in his bag and only puts them on when he changes out of his regular clothes, which is feasible for a guy with a 10 second quick-change time) (I guess he could also wear boot covers made out of the original sneakers that make them look like regular shoes 🤔) (arguably the funniest option)

changed my mind he just has separate boots and puts them on since most solutions require him taking his shoes off anyway and he has that super reflex stuff lol

I haven't really posted much/any fics where Peter's at this age, except "I like our second first kiss better" (though he's not really shown in the suit in the snippets of that) though maybe I'll mention a flashback of him in high school. Oh I guess he was wearing this suit briefly in "These are not the clothes [...]" since that shows him getting the symbiote after fighting Ock.

this is of course the symbiote suit which Peter acquires in "These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed" and keeps until "Last week [...]" So... 17-18 years old... (rather almost-18 to almost-19 years old as he gets it in the summer before college and loses it the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college)

it's more of a leather look than a latex look (esp compared to peter's black and white ff suit 10 years later) vs. Patricia's being more glossy

This stayed largely unchanged compared to the original version of these costumes I did.

and obv since it's a symbiote it's expressive, in contrast to peter's other suits which all have either fixed lenses or in the case of the diy suit is just fabric lol

not much to say here. sporty symbiote shoes.

This is the suit he makes at 18 during the summer between freshman and sophomore year of college, which I only briefly mentioned in "Last week I started over again" and prob should have maybe mentioned a little more in detail XD

Without the symbiote and being several inches taller than he was at 17 (not to mention more uh... full-bodied) obviously he couldn't just wear his high school spidey suit so he had to make a new one, and this is it. Bonuses are that he's more experienced sewing, used a nice breathable (and textured matte finish) poly-spandex sports blend for all of his spandex (instead of dance lycra) so it's breathable, added under-arm mesh (i stumbled upon that by happenstance and thought it suited this look very well) and used a mix of embroidery and heat-transfer vinyl to decorate his suit. Also perforated vinyl inside his polycarbonate lenses.

I think the back spider is just some high quality spandex sewn onto the other spandex blends, but the chest spider is def heat transfer vinyl.

which means it may or may not melt if he goes into a burning building, now that i think about it...

The plan for this navy and crimson suit is for it to be his standard suit for most of his 20s.

The boots are pretty simple here... They ARE boots though they're a little slimmer than most regular boots and the soles are removable through the magic of Rare Earth Magnets and possibly also his own sticking power and also I decided that he can stick through a few inches of material so I can justify his use of shoe soles but also tbh it makes sense even for regular barefoot wallcrawling to prevent him from just... peeling paint off walls and to not be totally fucked if it's a little rainy or dusty.

really i just like the way sporty spider-men with sporty soles look.

Not sure what the boot fabric is, I wrote "not spandex" but it could be like, lined or something. It's Something.

I didn't write this on the drawing but it's in my notes, the soles are dual-density with a polyurethane (PU) outer and an expanded thermoplastic polyurethan (ETPU) inner for durability, lightweight, good support and cushioning, etc. He doesn't have them like, in BULK but he has at least half a dozen replacement pairs of shoe soles for when they wear out.

Also didn't realize this when I was choosing materials but apparently PU is a thermoset which means it won't melt (only soften or burn) once it's set in shape which is super cool. TPU is a thermoplastic though, so it can remelt, but I'm not sure how ETPU would respond to high heat or flame since as an expanded foam it IS full of air bubbles (aka insulation) (then again, even FR treated foam insulation is usually considered a fire hazard...) —Well either way, I'm less worried about his shoes melting than I am about the rest of his suit (also the soles are removable so he can take them off if he needs to)

So basically, overall, This suit is NOT fireproof. Though polyester has a pretty high ignition and melting point (and polycarb is also pretty tough) it's not fire resistant or safe for fires because once you reach high enough temps it melts, so it's more likely to burn you more severely compared to natural fibers like cotton or silk. As you will see further down, Peter learns this the hard way in 2009.

some material swatches just for vibes and a diagram which is mostly for my own benefit, when I was figuring out how to draw those God Forsaken webs. I think I figured out a way that works well for me though.

the fabric is mostly matte and semi-matte cause I find glossy or satin-finished untextured spandex to look kind of... cheap... (which is why i'm not a big fan of the TASM2 movie suit, even though I love the lenses) (i prefer TASM2 lenses and TASM1 suit even though peter's head looks like a basketball in the first movie) (also the crotch is so low,)

Anyway, Peter's mask is padded with a thin layer of foam as a compromise with the fact that most irl cosplayers use rigid face shells to get the silhouette right lmao but I don't want him to have a hard shell under his mask cause... spider-man kisses... LMAO

also just realized giving him underarm mesh for breathability could be considered an homage to the armpit webs... (which, obviously, are not present on these designs... because they are ugly.) that was not on purpose though.

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Numbah Two

it's only... two... well two and a half cause of the way this worked out XD Actually it was only ONE before but I was like, fuck it, idk what his first electro fight will even be and electro hasn't shown up at all but i'll toss in an electro-proof suit, too, why not.

First I wanted to mention his updated default duds though.

He's been using the same pattern as the one he drafted in mid 2006 for the blue and red for a few years at this point, so if it's damaged he just... makes a new one... has soles (and probably lenses tbh) that he bought probably half a dozen identical pairs of, etc. The life of sports fabrics, after all, is only a couple of years before it starts to lose shape (and also it keeps getting shredded) so. Replacements. and you know he shreds those shoes to bits. He's gonna be so good at sewing lol

But in early 2009, well, he does something dumb—which is, he runs into a burning building wearing head-to-toe polyester. It's not fire-resistant, def not certified FR, and in fact, this is partly due to the fact that it's PTFE (Teflon) treated to be non-stick and those two treatments typically don't play nice together. (Teflon itself is pretty heat resistant but from my googling it sounds like Teflon fabric treatment does not render fabric heat resistant, which i guess makes sense, like, it's still gonna melt in there...)

So he runs into a burning building, ends up with something actively-on-fire falling onto him, and while it's not like, heavy or anything, it is direct heat and flame upwards of 900 degrees, well above the melting point of polyester and above the ignition point as well, so... he ends up with a third degree burn on his leg and many smaller first and second degree burns on the rest of his body from sparks melting tiny spots through his suit (as well as the vinyl heat transfer on his chest—the melting point of vinyl is only 200F, so even if he stays ground level (which he has to, because otherwise his polycarb lenses will hit their glass transition temperature (aka start to soften), and he knows this) it will likely be very hot or near melting directly against his chest (well, he has power mesh lining but that's really not enough to protect him from melting plastic)

So.

(ignore the thong that's from the unstable molecule lineup)

When Peter remakes his suit in early 2009 after getting burned, he does it with some more... advanced materials. (expensive ones, RIP, maybe he stole them) (or, you know, maybe johnny hooks him up)

Still using polycarb lenses, cause they are still the most durable and heat-resistant eyewear protection you can get from what I can find online. AFAIK things like polyether ether ketone (PEEK) and polysulfone aren't really used for eyewear, and a lot of really heat resistant plastic is naturally opaque (or amber in the case of polysulfone) (and much more expensive) or has other significant drawbacks so, he can't just make Teflon lenses or whatever lmao.

BUT

he makes a spare mask with aluminized lenses instead of his perforated vinyl sandwich ones so he can have an Extra heat resistant mask in case of emergencies

looks pretty slick if you ask me

As far as fabric goes, he switches to aramid fibers, which are more expensive but like... More durable than polyester spandex sports blends, more fire resistant, etc. and he knows Johnny Storm (like... budding friendship at this point) so Johnny can also probably hook him up with shit like racing gear, nomex hoods and the like.

I am considering Polartec's Power Stretch FR for later on but that was literally introduced in 2009 so Peter's def not using that yet, but afaict it's a rayon/modacrylic/aramid/spandex blend so I think Peter probably can find something that via like, Nomex/spandex blends and stuff, and Nomex itself has been around for a while.

also decided he switches to sewing the front spider on as well as the back spider.

anyway

next suit is Spidey Formalwear

Peter makes this—well he makes the mask and gloves—to wear to Johnny's wedding when they are still both in their early 20s in 2010.

This isn't exactly the same as what happened w/ Lyja in the comics but Johnny's not in a very good place atm

Peter can tell something's wrong but he can't figure out what it is (and neither can anyone else) It won't take long for Johnny to get a divorce though.

Anyway Peter's approach to formalwear as a weird 22 year old def falls under "if it's shiny, that makes it fancy" LMAO — i just thought it would be nice to take it a step further than tossing a tux on top of his regular suit, like, sure the stretch satin he got wasn't exactly expensive but he made the effort for his friend's wedding. He cares.

Look at him, wearing patent leather shoes.

anyway onward

So in 2013 Peter makes an electro-proof suit 👀

I put what some might consider an "unreasonable" amount of thought into this suit and indeed it's been driving me nuts for like three days trying to figure it out... but I finally figured it out.

it's a wetsuit. (actually, it's not, it's handmade, BUT it is a wetsuit pattern and materials, mainly double-layered neoprene rubber laminated with heat resistant fabrics)

That wasn't what was driving me nuts.

What was driving me nuts was the fact that I was trying to figure out how to get a conductive layer on top of it that didn't look like shit and wouldn't destroy my hand to draw.

Why? Well, it turns out that linemen working on power lines often wear conductive (so, ugly silvery gray) clothing to act as a kind of Faraday cage to protect them from arc flashes and other stray electrical outputs, in addition to usually insulated gloves and boots.

And I thought... I want to do that.

And then I spent a lot of time trying to make it work in a way that wasn't ugly and I was like, oh wow, they make conductive metal screen printing ink? and then i was like, oh never mind this shit is $200 for 100mL MINIMUM and while peter has a real job, spending hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars on nanoparticle ink is completely out of the question, friendship with the f4 aside (that would have been the easy way out XD) (i mean, they still might be helping him out w/ the neoprene hookup etc)

(at least the safety glasses are relatively inexpensive.... >things peter says to himself at 1 am while blind-stitching panels of neoprene together)

so i was like, ugh, maybe stainless steel thread? but it was just ugly.

BUT THEN

I REALIZED

Peter can just make his own conductive colloidal silver (and copper, and carbon black) screen printing ink at home and it will be the correct kind to print on synthetics (plastisol, instead of aqueous) and cost him like. $50. a FRACTION of the price. granted, i didn't factor in the cost of stretch additives etc but it's still significantly cheaper and Peter with a BS in engineering absolutely has the knowledge and equipment to do that in like. his kitchen. so that solved my problem and I solved the ugly dilemma by just having him use three different kinds of conductor for the different colors.

Now, is this a realistic and practical way to make a Faraday suit? I SINCERELY doubt it.

But it's fine. comic books. now he's got a fully insulated base layer with a semi-conductive top layer to guide electricity across the surface (rather than scorching it) (but it IS fire resistant neoprene) and more importantly it looks cool.

(i'm sure that was expensive too but a bunch of neoprene is probably still cheaper in the long run than buying a quarter gallon's worth of conductive ink (several thousand dollars in total) so it feels more justifiable to me that he could save up some side money to custom order nomex laminated rubber)

so basically, tldr it's an insulated faraday suit that also happens to be (mostly) identical to your average double-lined wetsuit.

Here's his shoes. They're grounded (which i think is mostly for anti-static purposes irl but i figured it would fit here well, like, oh the screen printed conductive dots guide the electricity over the aramid surface and to the grounding strip) and the soles are vulcanized rubber like his lens frames.

aaaand johnny gave him some expensive sweat wicking fire resistant racecar driving underwear to wear under there since it's sweaty and i kept seeing websites about linemen's protective gear mentioning FR base layers

it just so also happens to feature several EXTREMELY prominent Adidas logos (this is real btw you can google "Adidas Climacool Nomex racing underwear" and they existed in 2013 which i know because being unreasonable as i am i used the wayback machine to look at a racing supply website to double check because I REALLY wanted him to use the adidas one specifically because of the Climacool part on account of the fact that he is encased in several millimeters of completely non-porous rubber and he IS going to sweat like a pig in there especially in the middle of summer)

(also because i think it's funny to cover him in adidas logos)

lol

oh he also makes a set of Mk. III-E (for electro) web shooters that are double-insulated with a new formula of non-conductive, anti-static webbing (his normal webbing is extremely the opposite of both of those things) (and very flammable) so that Electro can't shock him through his web shooters.

aaaand

that's it for post one

post two (Peter's unstable molecule suits gifted by the Fantastic Four) is >HERE<

post three (Peter's suits after his aunt dies) is >HERE<

#spiderman #peter parker #spider-man #fanadiart #nadiart #arghdesign #shiny art #peterflash timeline au #came in through the window last night

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: Don’t Be Talkin’ Bout My Girls

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings:

Homophobic Behavior, Thoughts, Slurs & Etc. Objectification Implied Past Rape/Non-Con of a Minor Toxic Masculinity

Square Filled: Stiles x Jackson For: @lgbtqbingo

WC: 3,588

Summary:

Amber eyes found each of the attackers in the sea of students once more and smirked. “You came after me and while that was bad, I would’ve left you alone but then you came after my people. You came after my friends, my best friends. You. Came. After. My. Girls.”

Stiles had one best friend that he had known since diapers. Her name was Heather but when they were five years old, Heather’s father got a job and they had to move. It sucked and Stiles was really upset about it. He would watch the window, hoping it was just a joke and any minute she’d be back.

School started in the fall and Heather hadn’t come back. Stiles was really sad, but when he got to his kindergarten classroom, Stiles met Erica who became his closest friend. She was Catwoman and he was Batman.

After Erica was Allison who they called Ally, Hayden and Tracy, rounding out their group to four lovely ladies and one gorgeous guy. Then by the time they reached eight grade it was Stiles, Erica, Ally, Tracy, Hayden, Kira and Lydia. No one understood it. It made no sense to anyone. How was it possible for one guy to have all female friends and not be sleeping with at least two of them?

Freshman year of high school, Stiles tried out for the soccer team. He made it and got slotted into first string. Then came Sophomore year of high school and Stiles was first string once more as well as an alternate for captain.

Some of the guys on Stiles’s soccer team, who fancied some of the girls Stiles was friends with, decided to see if they could go through him, thereby getting an in with the girls. He was one of them, one of the guys, and they tried to get him to put in a good word for them with a couple of the girls.

However, Stiles would only scoff and tell them if they wanted to ask one of his friends out, then they had better grow a pair and do it themselves. That got him beat up and dumped in the shower. They turned on the freezing cold water, gagged him, tied him up and shouted slurs at him over and over again until he passed out. Then they left him there, snickering and elbowing each other. It was only after they left that they regretted not taking a picture for posterity.

The team left, shutting off all the lights and wondered how the little bitch would get home without his clothes which they decided last minute to take with them. A round of high fives was exchanged before they all parted ways, eager for the reactions of the rest of the school when they saw the state the little shit was in.

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However, the next day when the attackers leaned against their lockers and waited with glee to see just how cowed the amber eyed boy would be, they were stunned into silence.

When the school doors opened, Stilinski was there all right. However, he was now in a pair of purple spandex shorts, a long sleeved white Henley, a black and gray sleeveless vest, and his lucky converse, one pink and one blue. To top off the look he had pair of black rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looked so soft and dare some of his peers say...cuddly? That in itself was shocking as it was the antithesis of his usual attire, but then, flanking him on both sides and covering him from behind, were Ally, Erica, Tracy, Hayden, Lydia, and Kira. Those six were joined by the newest girls, Danielle and Heather. Heather had moved back that past weekend and of course, she was right by Stiles’s side just like she always had been before.

While Stiles was more feminine in his appearance, the girls were more slightly masculine. They wore white skinny jeans, pink or purple t-shirts-alternating with each girl-and blue leather jackets. Their feet sported gray heeled boots or gray converse, once again alternating with each girl. The guys felt a bit intimidated and horny all at once. It wasn't what any of them had expected of today.

The group walked through the halls with their heads held high and ignored everyone else. Students watched with a myriad of expressions ranging from envy, jealousy and hatred to longing, disappointment and hope.

Everywhere Stiles was, the girls would be too. Wherever the girls were, Stiles would be there as well. No one could explain it but a couple of the guys from the soccer team who felt snubbed, convinced some cheerleaders from a rival school to help them out. It was easy to steal a couple journals and sneak some photos.

When they saw that most of the girls were drawn to other girls, they were furious, but the biggest revelation was that Stiles was asexual. That set off all the guys who were interested in the girls. It was obvious Stilinski didn’t want the girls in the way the rest of the guys did. So why the fuck was he keeping those beauties from the ones who did want them?

Why was he standing between those girls and the guys who could show them what real men are like? It wasn’t like they would ever find out from Stilinski. After all, the guy was a fucking fairy anyway. Everyone knew he had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen said boyfriend. Therefore, a lot of people didn't believe the guy. Another reason it pissed the guys off was because they didn't believe he was truly asexual either. None of them could imagine not wanting sex or to fuck some pretty little thing. Maybe he didn't want to fuck the girls, but the guys exchanged a look with sadistic smirks. Perhaps he was a pillow biter and a fag.

It looked like the guys would be doing some more ass whooping on the Stilinski kid. He needed to learn a lesson and they were more than willing to make sure it got beaten into him if necessary.

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Sunday night, the guys broke into the school and got everything set up for the following morning.

Monday morning, the halls were plastered with photos of the girls, copies of diary entries and worst of all, a photo of Stiles with bruises and some other unexplained markings had been blown up. Not that the guys cared. The little shit deserved it.

However, none of them took into account that Stiles as Student Body President and a TA was always there early before classes started. His eyes widened when he saw the photos, diary entries and the photo of himself. The hour he had before people showed up was usually spent helping the principal and the teachers but that day it was spent clearing the entire school of every single picture and diary entry. He nearly threw up when he tore down the picture of himself.

Once again, the guys were filled with sadistic glee as they hopped out of their sports cars and stalked up to the school doors. They were feeling victorious and confident that what they had done would finally knock Stilinski down for good. If not, well, they’d take a more drastic action. As it was, they were hoping to see tears but that was not what happened.

In fact, there wasn’t time to go to class or to their lockers as the principal announced over the intercom that there would be an all school assembly instead of first and second period. No one knew why but they didn’t have a choice. So, irked that they hadn’t gotten to see the look on the little shit’s face, the guys decided they’d handle it after the assembly. Everyone filed into the auditorium and took a seat, waiting to see what was going on.

As per usual, Stiles, as Student Body President, spoke to the students. Today he was wearing pair of skinny jeans, a white Henley and his glasses once more, rounding the outfit out with a pair of pink, blue and purple converse. As he spoke, his words were clear, concise and he articulated in a tone that was icy and cold. The rage he felt after what he had witnessed, was like fire waiting to be unleashed. The guys who had it out for him ignored the way they all gulped in response.

Then Stiles began. “Good morning, Beacon Hills High. Good morning teachers, staff, faculty and students. I know it might seem sudden that we are having an assembly out of the blue but honestly this has been a long time coming. I have a few things to say, and those for whom the words are intended will know who they are.

“To the ones it may concern, I could not care less about what you say to me. I could not care less what you say about me. I could not care less about what you do to me. What I do care about are my friends, my best friends. What I do care about are my girls. So, don’t you dare talk about my girls! I do not care why you feel the need to do to me what you did. I do not care why you feel the need to say to me what you have. I do not care why you feel the need to say about me the things you have said. As I said, say to and about me what you want. As I said, do to me what you want. I do not care but coming after the ones I love and will protect with everything I have, is where you–Sorry Principal Martin–is where you fucked up!

“These beautiful, strong, brave, intelligent, gorgeous women are worth so much more than your lust, your hunger, your desire, your degradation, your humiliating words and I know this because I know them. They are my best friends and have been for years. I know what you guys say about them when they aren’t there. Such gentlemen, right? You say they probably taste good, feel good, and smell good. You say they probably moan prettily, and say they probably beg beautifully. You even talk about their ‘O faces’ and flushed cheeks because you think you’ll do that great at pleasing them. You’re sick and think only with your dicks. The way you view women as objects for your own sexual gratification is exactly why you are not worthy of them, their time, their smiles, their laughter, their touch or their hugs.

“They don’t deserve to be seen as a prize to be won, a pound of flesh to satisfy your carnal desires, an object, or any other degrading thing.

“As for me? Well, in case you didn’t know already, my name is Stiles Stilinski. I am Student Body President here at Beacon Hills High and as usual I was here early today. When I arrived on campus this morning, I came across a disturbing, disgusting and degrading sight. On the walls, the windows, the doors and even the ceiling as well as the bathroom mirrors were the evidence of how you view me and my girls. I saw the pictures, the private diary entries and more. Perhaps, you thought it would scare us or break us up. Perhaps you thought it would beat me down or scare me. Perhaps you thought it would hurt me, but it didn’t accomplish that. You were not successful, and you should know this–” He cut off and looked up, his eyes alight with a smug rage. “We know who did it.”

A ripple of murmuring went through the student body at his words, and the guys on the soccer team blanched, their faces paling. They sat up straighter, determined not to be cowed.

Stiles smirked and shrugged one shoulder. His eyes found his best friends, Erica’s smile being the one to help calm him so he could continue. “Then of course there was a picture of me. I bet you felt clever. I bet you felt proud, and reveled in the pain you expected it to cause me. I wonder if, when I tell you what that picture is from, if you will still feel that way.”

His eyes lock onto the captain of the soccer team. “The picture that you had blown up of me was the aftermath of an assault. That picture was of what happened when I came out as biromantic asexual to a friend from another school and was overheard. That picture is the fate I suffered for being who I am. That picture was from the night I was raped. I was raped, beaten, drugged and left for near dead just a few blocks from the school. It was my best friends, Erica, Tracy and Ally, who found me and got me the medical attention I needed.”

He takes a breath, shuddering as he slowly inhales and exhales. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be asexual and have no desire for sex? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be raped even if you were the most sexual person on the planet? Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. I don’t know if any of you do but let me tell you something. Listen up because here’s the honest to hell truth. It was excruciating and I blacked out. The guy who–” He cut off and locked eyes with Tracy who had a rage filled expression but came to stand beside him. She linked their fingers together and squeezed his hand to ground him.

“You can do this, Bambi,” she whispered, soft enough for his ears only.

Stiles nodded and looked back at the sea of students. “The guy who raped me, drugged me, beat me up and left me for dead is here. He’s a senior, with a full ride scholarship to Stanford of all places. I wonder if that would change if they knew what he’s done.” Amber eyes locked onto the senior who was frozen in terror with a murderous expression on his face as Stiles continued, “You can run if you want but they’re waiting for you.”

At the far right side of the auditorium a guy with a letterman jacket jumped up and bolted towards the double doors. He didn’t make it more than a few feet before he was taken down by Deputy Parrish, also known as Stiles’s older brother Jordan.

He held up his hand a small black remote visible. “So, consider this retribution.”

He pressed a button on the small remote and the lights dimmed slightly. Everyone looked up to see images and videos on the projector screen for everyone to see. There was detailed proof and clear evidence of what the guys had done to him and his girls. Every single one of the ones responsible for the photos, diary entries and more were exposed to everyone at the school.

“Thank you for your time, Beacon Hills High,” he said into the microphone after the video stopped, leaving thirteen pictures up on the screen. Each a culprit that had been called out for what they had done. He let Tracy lead him away and was immediately swarmed by the girls. He was grateful when the principal allowed him to head home. It was a surprise to him that all eight of his friends were dismissed as well.

That night Stiles painted Lydia’s toenails while Ally painted his and a movie played in the background. It was perfect. He loved his girls. Ally, Danielle, Erica, Hayden, Heather, Kira, Lydia, and Tracy. They were his best friends, and he was theirs. They became a pack, a group of close knit friends that were like family.

By the end of their junior year, they gained Malia, Cora, Laura, Paige, Lori and Caitlin, bringing their group, their pack, their family, to a total of fourteen beautiful young women and one handsome young man. At least that’s what the girls would label Stiles as, despite his protests that were only halfhearted at best.

The girls would teasingly call Stiles their alpha and pack mom. It made Stiles preen and the girls laughed fondly at the guy who they trusted with everything. He had proven himself to them over and over again and they would always be there for him. After all, he had always, always was and always would be there for them.

The sound of his phone ringing startled all of them, but Stiles grinned as he had a feeling, he knew who it was.

"Hey Jax!"

"Hey, Bambi. How did it go today?"

Stiles chewed his lip and shrugged even though his boyfriend couldn't see it. "It was okay."

Tracy scoffed. "It was better than okay, Stiles."

The other girls nodded in agreement before Paige spoke up. "You stood up for all fourteen of us, Stiles. That's not just a simple okay thing. It was amazing." She offered him a sweet smile. Paige had always been one of the sweetest of them.

"I swear those guys looked ready to piss themselves." Erica crowed with a snicker.

"Did you guys see the way Jordan took down the asshole who tried to run?" Cora said with a smirk. "Bet he will have a lot of fun in prison."

All of the girls continued to talk about how awesome Stiles had been and brave and then delved into other topics. Meanwhile, Jackson listened to his boyfriend try to downplay it again.

"It really wasn't much, Jax. I just did what anyone would do," he whispered from his place at the doorway. He didn't regret it at all, but he never knew what to do with compliments.

"I know you may think that, love. However, not everyone would do what you did. Are you doing okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles asked, chewing on his thumb.

Jackson sighed softly. "Because you came out to the entire school, brought up the attack, stood up to those guys and-"

"Okay, Jax," Stiles said. "I hear you. I guess I'm okay. I mean, I–" He cut off and sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "When will you be home?"

"Well, I actually am just landing in Cali."

Stiles's eyes widened and he squeaked. "You're here? Where? When will you be here? How long? Can you speed? I wanna see you! I need cuddles!"

A laugh echoed through the phone. "I'll be there soon, Little Fawn."

"Is that a promise?"

"There's nowhere else I want to be. I'll text you when I'm close."

"Oh no you won't mister!" Stiles chided. "No texting and driving. I'll just track you like any normal person."

Jackson scoffed. "Uh huh. Well, you're lucky you're cute."

Stiles blushed and rolled his eyes with a playful, pleased smile on his face. "You love me and all my awesomeness."

"What gave it away?" Jackson teased.

"Oh, let's see..." Stiles started. "The kisses and the cuddles. The peanut butter and chocolate shakes from heaven but oh so sinful. I could go on for hours and by then you'd already be here. So, you just get here safe and sound. Then I'll talk your ears off."

Another chuckle from Jackson made Stiles smile wider. "Yes, sir, Little Fawn. I'll be there before you know it, but I do have to attend to a minor injury now."

"Injury?!?!" Stiles squawked.

"Mhm. I have to pick my ears up off the floor. I mean you did talk them off already."

Stiles pouted. "Hardy, har, har," Stiles said dryly.

"Don't pout, Bambi. Especially when I'm not there to kiss the pout away."

"Then hurry back." He glanced over his shoulder to see the girls setting up for family fun night and smiled at them. "I'm gonna get my butt back in the living room. It's game night you know?"

"Okay. I'll see you soon."

Stiles sighed happily. "I love you, Jax."

"Love you more, Bambi. And hey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm proud of you, Little Fawn."

The tips of Stiles's ears matched his cheeks with the new wave of blush triggered by the praise. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome. Bye."

"Bye."

Stiles hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. He scrubbed his hands down his face and sighed, missing the sound of fourteen vibrations in the living room.

[Jax-in-the-Box] Cuddle the fuck out of him for me please?

The girls grinned at each other, sending off a confirmation. Finally, after retrieving snacks and drinks, Stiles-their fearless leader-returned.

He gazed around at his friends as they all chatted about the upcoming summer before senior year and the plans they had made as a group. He smiled, giving his opinion when they asked but mostly just listened. He didn’t care that he was the only guy. It didn’t matter to him. He felt fiercely loyal and protective over his girls. He loved each and every single one of them.

When he started to nod off later that night, he was shuffled into the center while all fourteen of his girls wrapped around him. It was family. It was love and it was home. There was only one thing–one person–missing.

He snapped a quick photo and sent it off to Jackson with a smile.

[Bambi] #definition of family Hurry home babe!

[Jax] Save me a spot, Little Fawn. xx

[Bambi] No saving needed, Jax. There's always a place for you. x

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hamartia

Sam learns the word hamartia in eleventh-grade English. It feels like a word he should have already known, but for as much time as he’s spent with American fiction and French philosophy in his free time, he’s never known too much about Greek. His teacher reads the definition and asks students to write it down in their notebooks, and since he doesn’t really have much better to do, Sam writes it down. When he sees it there, in the middle of the paper in black ink, it smacks him in the face.

Hamartia, it reads. Tragic flaw.

From that moment on, Sam is obsessed. Flaws are one thing. Everybody has flaws. Quick to anger, slow to work, talks too much, doesn’t speak up enough. But a tragic flaw. That’s something else. The tragic flaw is what brings you down … what you don’t come back from, even if you kick and punch and cry. The tragic flaw kills you no matter if you go down swinging.

And he needs to know his own.

He thinks he’s pretty good at discerning hamartia in others. At lunch, he tells Sadie that her tragic flaw is putting everyone else before herself, and she flings a spoonful of applesauce in his face. He tells Daniel his tragic flaw is keeping too much of his feelings bottled up inside, which he accepts. Doesn’t look good for him, but Sam’s careful not to add that, not to rock the boat. He almost thinks of a tragic flaw for Steph, but she arches one eyebrow like a cartoon, so Sam stands down.

Then he thinks about himself.

The problem, of course, is that he can’t see himself accurately. Nobody really can, but Sam’s always been of the opinion that he’s too generous with himself. Too forgiving. Where others see laziness, he sees innovation. Where others see recklessness, he sees opportunity. Maybe that’s not always true. Either way, he doesn’t think any of that is going to bring him down … all the way down, below the dirt. He kicks into overdrive when he needs to. He knows how to stay out of trouble, even if the trouble looks like fun. He can come around for himself. It takes him a little while, but he can do it.

Toward the end of the lunch period, Sam hears some asshole sophomores laughing near the garbage can. Some girls start to giggle, too. He cranes his head to see what they’re all laughing at, and that’s when he hears it.

Hey, Doyle! one of the kids says. Get your own room!

Sam bristles at the sound of his last name even though he knows they’re not talking to him. They’re not talking to Sadie, either. She’s sitting right across from them. But sure as shit, they’re talking about Charlie, Sam’s one and only little brother, a freshman who’s still not used to his new tall limbs. He’s got some thick white liquid all over his uniform khakis. Sam’s heart drops as his eyes scan over to Charlie’s hands. He spilled his own vanilla yogurt.

The whole thing makes Sam want to run and hide. It’s bad enough that Charlie is a fourteen-year-old boy eating vanilla yogurt in public. Most boys this age do this shitty thing where they gender their foods. But now, Charlie has to go and drop it all over his pants, too? Sam sighs and gets up from his table. This is what he has to do today.

He tells the sophomores to fuck off and ushers Charlie into the bathroom. As he hands Charlie some paper towels, he assures him that one day, everyone will learn to shut up.

“They’ll grow up, they’ll get married to women who deserve better, and those women will make them eat yogurt,” Sam says. “They won’t know better, but it’ll make them feel as shitty as you do now.”

Charlie smiles weakly and thanks Sam for being there for him. Sam says he doesn’t have to thank him at all. They’re brothers. Sam will always be around, just as he suspects Charlie will always be around, too.

Hamartia, Sam’s notes read. Tragic flaw.

Charlie’s is that he cares too much about the way people look at him.

Too bad Sam can’t seem to find his own.

(part of @nosebleedclub march challenge -- day vii!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sam doyle #ch: charlie doyle #year: 1984

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attourney-at-lycan · 2 years

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OKOK hello again but i saw ur jesson post and OH MY GOOD GOLLY GOSH umm i think i shall add some forewarnings because this is alot and i didnt realise i wrote this much , the absolute biggest apologies i just love ur blog alot and sorry again ( yea i just talk abt grooming, the 14/15 -18 yr old dynamic and mentions in the pictures of jess talking and implying that canon aph and aaron at their ages getting sexual)

i literally have been doing just semi deep dives on their irl past because it helps explain smamsmsm of what we get in canon bith for MCD + Mystreet like its actually insane

whether its the whole freshman (14/15 yr old) with a repeating senior (= LITERALLY 18 BECAUSE SENIOR YEAR IS 17-18 SO HE MUSTVE HIT HIS 18TH BDAY OH MY GOD) its just jesson EVEN with the whole military school + meeting online AS WELL AS JASON because i hate him so much because ages ago i was doing a deep dive on his twitter because he's him /neg and its crazy... liek i dont know how to articulate it well but u can just see how abhorrent he is as a person for not only pursuing jess irl when he was abg to go into college and she was still in high school . i have some pics

LIKE ? if u want to display ur self insert ocs repationship (which OBJECTIVELY is disgusting as the age gap at 14/15 and 18 is fucking just wrong) like dont get mad at people for wanting CANON aph to not be with CANON aaron because ?3!,&39.&;£ JUST BECAUSE U WROTE IT TO BE A PERSONIFICATION OF UR GUYS DISGUSTING IRL RELATIONSHIP AND THE PORTRAYED IT AS HEALTHY ROMANTIC HIGH SCHOOL LOVERS DOES NOT MEAN THAT PEOPLE CANT FUCKING CRITICISE IT hjsbzjsjd

and and like CHILDREN LITERAL PRE TEENS are watching and being influenced by this age gap seeing it as romantic and goals, then go pursue this fantasized gross thing and LIKE ARE GROOMED BECAUSE ITS CRAZY to display that age gap as healthy ?37;8:&/

im sorry that this is so heated but as someone who literally thought they were absolute goals when i was younger it just makes me sick because i was so lucky my dumb non american 10 year old self didnt know what a sophomore or freshman was and didnt get their ages but others weren't

i have seen PEOPLE talk about how they saw pdh aarmau and thought it was okay and recount their grooming and abuse they experienced because fiction affects reality and thats what happens when u as a creator choose to display that in a healthy and idealised light

tldr : i hate jesson vehemently with a passion and their portrayal of hate on their aarmau as mean trollers is fucking annoying because it wouldve been so easy to just not have a 14/15 yr old and 18yr old shown as romantically involved but no they had to because its a personification of their irl selves and thus is shielded from criticism ...?

tw grooming and age gap

this makes me absolutely fucking sick. i feel bad for jess for being put in that position at a young age but putting it out there for literal children and pre-teens to see is different. because you are influencing them to believe this should be normal. i literally had a debate with someone who defended aarmau in pdh bc “it was normal at the time” a week ago.

and yeah, when you make yourself and your partner a character, make money off people consuming said characters, you lose any right to keep ppl from criticizing and from being ‘possessive’ over said character. sorry jesson you cannot have the best of both worlds.

ALSO JASON BEING “yeah it’s so sad that my wife is acting out being in romantic situations with block characters :(“ then maybe??? just dont??? do it? you guys chose to make aphmau and aaron personifications of yourselves so you shouldn’t be bitching about shit like this.

#i hope this make sense if it doesn’t im rlly sorry #i have a hard time putting a coherent argument together #aphmau #tw grooming #tw age gap

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maybe itd be good to also dump the timeline of what i have taken out or changed that i feel was affected by my own anxiety of why i could or couldnt tell and story with 'dark themes'. and ill just talk about it with Penrose because that is the story i am currently telling in the game i am making.

TW but not really detailed here- sexual, emotional and physical abuse. horrible toxic relationships in general. grooming. pedophilia.

.... Penrose (or TIWIFL)

TIWIFL it was obviously based on trauma stuff. the title gave it away ("this is what it felt like). the original ideas are entirely thrown out so i can be more clear about it without caring for spoilers. the first version of the story was about Mick, and her group of friends who i think were highschool students. the general line up of characters was Mick, Mars, Babs, and Haiden (a few other unimportant ones). Mick is a sophomore who was in a toxic abusive relationship with Haiden, a senior. Babs is a freshman who had been/was being sexually abused by an older man who groomed her. Mars is a senior who dealt with extreme anger problems that often resulted in him abusing girlfriends he tried to date. Yeah it was uh, a myriad of problems. I had no clear story with all of them together. Mick was a lone character at first who was to have a comic that had her exploring memories she forgot. Eventually they were to all be in a single story though i dont know how. there are some random drawings and map parts related to them though!

eventually Mick got selected for a short finished comic- Trip- which personified the idea of her past manipulative and gaslighting relationship. but i had no longer ideas at the time. now its just her and some new characters for this game jam story i am whipping up.

either way, while i didnt get any solid story for the old stuff, these guys sure represented some tough topics. and the content i did make was very triggering for me to even do. this version of the story may have gotten thrown out for many reasons (well, i had no story i could figure out, for one) and i think my age and mental state halted much of exploring it properly at the time. it was like desperate trauma dumping to get things out but it wasnt healthy- i think a lot didnt happen either bc i was throwing Types of trauma at various characters bc i needed an outlet. but still looking back at it, there was nothing wrong with trying to cover that- i ended up facing a lot of conflict and anxiety when i saw all the various opinions of Who could tell those stories and How to tell them. im sure that piecing out exploring these characters, would make a good story. and maybe i can still use this in my new iteration of this long running messy all over the place story. idk.

Penrose especially is one that was intended to feel more like "home" in the sense its grounded in a simple modern day world in a small town inspired by mine/one very close to me, and the concept of exploring forgotten memories is definitely based of myself- and then covering topics that are close/familiar to me. But when i started to of think of why's or what's for the memory loss topic and the trauma topic i did start to hold back when i took it out- for all the reasons echoed prior. i end up with a story that doesnt have any of the content i keep wanting it to have!

its current story now has to do with recovering memories of a cult Mick never realized would have been a cult in the first place. there is a lot that happens in cults, a lot of hard shit to consume. and its not all relevant to my characters or story or... i guess maybe, i made sure to write it so i didnt have to try and tackle those subjects. And yes, I don't by any means intend to or need to cover every possible bad thing that happens in a cult. But at the same time I know there is a lot of me that is nervous at even trying to explore themes of abuse, grooming, etc if it were to come up. and some of it HAS to if this is about a character coming to realize the bad of something she normalized for so long!!

its a whole process to realize this now. i want to change it and i guess its also hard to change my OC stories AGAIN. but im trying to be aware and trying to push away anxiety about the stories and subjects i want to write.

#penrose

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How did Spring Break looked like for your MC during college/med school? Wild parties/vacation? Nice trip? Going back home? Staying behind to study? Anything in between? What about Ethan and Tobias?

Hey Nonny,

Thanks so much for this fun ask!

Casey/Kaycee:

Undergrad, NYU: I can see her going home to see her parents her freshman year and staying behind in NYC sophomore year. She was close with her family and was likely homesick, but in year two, she had made friends and wanted to enjoy the City a little more (plus she put in extra hours at The Strand for more $$).

However, during junior year, her first love, Tomas, tried to implore the notion that those who work hard have to play hard, too. He took her away to the Mexican Riviera for the week (and took some amazing photos that Ethan/Tobias stumbled upon years later... led to some fun stories! lol)

By her senior year, Tomas had moved to California, and she had her first heartbreak and was in no mood to travel. She decided to spend the time going back to Philly to prep for med school (she knew she was attending U Penn already.)

Med School, UPenn: In Med School, Casey/Kaycee was very much about studying and volunteering. So Spring Break didn't feel too different from the rest of the year. However, she and her girlfriend Jessica did take some time off to go to Cape May one year, and it was such a lovely trip they promised they'd do it again - but Jessica went off to her residency in another state, and they didn't get to. :( C/K did try to have fun but tended to stay more local.

Find out about the guys below:

Ethan:

Undergrad, Brown: Spring Break didn't mean much to him. He looked at it as time to catch up with studying and to put in some extra hours at work to make more money. But the year he was dating Cassidy, they did take some time to visit her family in Mystic, Connecticut, and enjoyed some time at the beach there.

Med School, Hopkins: I'll address this below :)

Tobias:

Undergrad Howard: Spring Break meant traveling and partying, some of which he even remembers. His Freshman and Sophomore years were spent in Cancun (and nope, he never went with his college girlfriend). Junior year was spent in the Greek Isles, and Senior Year was in Miami Beach.

Med School, Hopkins:

I'm melding Ethan and Tobias's Med School experiences because, as best friends for most of the four years, they were interlinked.

Tobias & Ethan were good for each other because Tobias brought out Ethan's mischievous side that had largely died after his mother left, and Ethan brought a sense of stability to Tobias that helped him excel more than he would have otherwise. Coming from a wealthy family, Tobias had much bigger purse strings than Ethan did, but he wasn't leaving his best buddy behind. In year one, I see them in Cancun; Tobias wanted his friend to get the full spring break experience he never got in college. It was fun... and crazy... but they both realized they might be a tiny bit too old for that already.

So Year Two, they chose to go to do something fun but not as crazy. A group of friends from Hopkins was going to Barbados, and they joined in.

By year three, their relationship was strained (though not broken), and Tobias's father, Charles, was in the last stages of cancer before he died. Tobias chose to go back to DC to be with his family, and Ethan stayed behind at Hopkins to study and spend time with his girlfriend, Vincenza (He didn't do much of the latter, which led to their eventual breakup.)

By year four, they were no longer friends, and each of them was going through a lot of shit. Ethan took a couple of days in Providence with his Dad and spent the rest in Boston, getting to know the area he was about to call home. Tobias joined his mother and brother at their family's beach house near Assateague State Park, Maryland, but he left after a few days because of tension with his brother. He went back to Hopkins and spent time with friends there.

#ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #my mc #casey mactavish #kaycee macclennan #spring break #asks answered

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the-dark-side-of-the-violet · 1 year

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april tc challenge by @morethanwords0475 ୨୧

[Note: my TC was my freshman and first half of my sophomore year of HS. I graduated HS in 2012.]

day 1: happy april fool’s! have you ever pranked your TC; if so, how did they react?

Nope, honestly never did. I've always hated pranks and the one time I saw him get pranked it was not received well (tbf you never ever fuck with anything a person is injesting, that's not a prank that's just dangerous).

day 2: what is the earliest thing you can remember about your TC?

I remember in 8th grade each quarter we had a different special or whatever and they were basically intros to HS classes and 3rd quarter it was industrial tech and that was his class. He wasn't my TC then, just a cool teacher. I remember it was during that quarter that I had my braces taken off the day before my 14th bday. I also have a vague memory of him walking our class back down the hall to the middle school hallway and him BSing about something. I remember knowing right away I wanted to take his class in HS, but at that point it was for the class and not for him. He didn't become my TC until the beginning of my freshman year.

day 3: do you like your TC’s subject? do you consider yourself to be good at it?

Oh I loved it, I always did well in it too. I was the only girl, so I never felt jealous of anyone either. 😂

day 4: how do you feel about your age gap?

Back then it didn't bug me, I saw nothing wrong with it (17 years and change). Once I hit early adulthood (like 18-22ish) I was like okay yeah that'd be fucked if I was with a dude who was 40 now. Now I'm hitting the age (29 now) where an age gap like that starts to get less creepy and drift more toward some lowkey side eye.

[Not that it's a thing that would happen or that I'm thinking of, I'm happily married now.]

day 5: have you ever said anything to your TC that showed you favoured them? have they said anything like that to you?

Ohhhh my fucking god EVERYONE knew. Fucking everyone. The majority of my class. At least half the class above me. He knew (I literally told the man I loved him, I was fucking insane). My guidance counselor earned her paycheck my freshman and sophomore years, running interference in that fiasco. Holy shit.

day 6: have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? if so, what comes to mind first?

Oh shit this is gonna require some serious thinking, its been so goddamn long. Like, literally over a decade now since I've seen him in person.

[Jesus fucking christ I'm getting old.]

His laugh was always distinct. Some of his mannerisms, especially with his hands. My freshman year he was using a cane and he'd wave it at guys being stupid. 😂 He was always super fun, happy-go-lucky type, pretty sure that's what ultimately drew me in. My TC with him started literally a month after my mother died, and that was only the beginning of a major clusterfuck, so I wasn't in an emotionally stable state to begin with.

#teacher crush #male tc #male teacher crush #tc community #teacher crush community #male tcc #student x teacher #male teacher x female student #tc #tcc #tc feelings #april fools tc

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Whoa. Was calling my friend Amy today and we chanced upon talking about journaling and documenting and remembering and I thought about this Tumblr account again, which I opened up. I read through all of my old posts and I’m both very pleased and impressed by my eloquence as well as (perhaps more importantly) the heart and sincerity and clearness of which I see my past self in these text posts.

Much has changed since I wrote these - oh, I do wish I kept up! It’s so nice to look back on this snapshot of who I was - but instead of steeping in regret, I will try to provide a summary of what I did for the past year and a half. It won’t make up for the spontaneity of writing live-time, but my main concern/lament is that of forgetting who I once was. So it’s better to talk about myself, past and present, now than much later.

First: sophomore year. It was hard. A brief recap of what changed for me from the last posts I wrote here:

1. R and I had this horrible, awful, friendship falling-out where she said all manner of horrible things to me after I desperately tried to salvage our friendship many, many times. It was pretty obvious that it was unraveling through all of spring semester, and during CPW weekend she came into my room and told me all these horrible things she thought of me, and I cried horribly, and she wailed harder, and even now I don’t know how to feel about that. Why did you sit for months and concoct - even optimize - horrible things to say to my face? For weeks afterwards I couldn’t think of it without shaking. She demanded all our friends pick sides and they tried to bridge the gap for a while, but everyone chose me in the end. Oh, and she gave me COVID after sucking face at a frat party and then eating unmasked next to me for a full week, and then tried to pass it off as me transmitting it to her. And it made my living community a horrible place to exist all the way until the end of sophomore year. She was a bully and a cynic at her worst to me, a gossip and a terror and a really mean person. She body-checked me sophomore spring then laughed at me when I walked back in the dorm after running out to calm down. I really wanted to say nice things about our split but I must be very honest: it taught me a lot about friendship. That some things just go to shit no matter what. And some people are just nasty because they want to be, not because I am deficient in my care. I want to say I wish her the best but in full honesty I wish her - and her upperclassman cronies, who relished drama and joined in eagerly on the bullying - the absolute worst. They will be successful and wealthy, certainly. But I hope they one day will face their cruelty and lack of kindness.

2. Much changed sophomore year. Socially everyone had much less time and I think I felt quite lonely, especially at the beginning when I was only starting to grasp that everything was changing. But I got used to it. It was still a good year (more on this later) but sometimes I look back with a special nostalgic fondness on freshman year, pain and all.

3. I joined MINCE (a cooking club) and MIT EMS (yay!!!) and they were my main extracurricular commitments throughout the year. Both were really wonderful and there were nights walking back from MINCE or days heading off from EMS where I just felt something electric in me, like a feeling that precedes joy.

4. I took 88 units fall semester and almost died. I took 6.006 (C -> PNR), 8.286 (A), 6.034 (A), UPOP, Physics Pedagogy, Intro to Archaeology (A), Japanese 1 (A), Poetry Workshop (A), and Intro World History (OX/A). I also dropped 18.06 without ever going to lecture. Dr. Max Price, now Professor, was an amazing lecturer and I loved every damn archaeology class there was, and sometimes I would go to office hours just to talk. And it was great to see Nagahara and Aiyar again - brilliant class with brilliant instructors. I loved all these classes dearly and it was a miserable fucking semester where my resting heart rate was well above normal and I would wake up with jolts of stress and I became so distressed over the 21H.009 final essay that I considered walking into traffic, and so stressed about 8.286 midterms that I thought multiple times of jumping off the bridge, and all those times I was so immediately horrified and terrified that my mind went there that I would hold my breath for a few seconds before I felt normal again. I OXed 21H.009. I cried out of shame but luckily the professors were understanding. I learned much about physical needs and the limits of conviction this semester, I think. And I was horribly burnt out and dysfunctional. At some point I thought to myself, “not everything is SUPPOSED to be painful.”

5. I took 8.04 (A), 8.044 (B), 6.009 (A), Japanese 2 (A), and Streamlined Chinese 2 (A) in the spring. Also a challenging semester (got a B+ in 8.044 and chose not to PNR it, sort of out of principle, and kissed my blood-soaked 5.0 goodbye) but much less worse, I think, than the fall. I remember hanging out in MacG with J and C doing the 6.009 lab/Japanese/Chinese sitting in their room. Also walking to lab hours together, putting myself in the little queue, and just hours and hours of (somewhat satisfying!) debugging, though often it did get stressful. It’s best in the spring when the air is becoming warm again and being outside in Boston feels quite magical. And doing physics with A and P and Z and F in the PCR and in office hours and sometimes in New House common spaces very late at night. I had a C- in Chinese for most of the semester because I didn’t turn in my essays until the last few weeks. I eked by with a miraculous A- in 8.04. Regardless it was a pretty wonderful semester in many ways, I think. Miserable and magical.

6. Ring delivery happened. I rolled my ankle walking in the beautiful Boston Commons with Eric the day of and it was sprained for AGES, but I was really struck by the beauty of the city in spring and summer. Especially walking across the bridge at dusk when the wind is warm and everything is a deep, rich blue, and the little yellow lights of both Boston and Cambridge shimmer on the water. Anyway, I got crossed to go to Ring Delivery. And I think I lost my ultrium rat already. But oops! Halfway through.

7. The siren call of capitalism. Got into DE Shaw’s Discovery fellowship where they blew money on me for three days straight, flew out to New York, saw Alice and was both wooed and disgusted by the siren call of capitalism. It did open the floodgate in my brain to desire big sums of money straight out of college, though. Maybe it was greed that awakened. Or just a consciousness about financial capital and economics and the future. I don’t think that’s 100% awful and evil. But I don’t think it’s really a good thing either.

8. I decided to take a gap year! I was definitely burned out and I find MIT to be so important of an experience I didn’t want to sleepwalk or miserably slog through any more - that would be an awful waste. The day I finished my 8.044 final I remember walking across the lawn in the space between the Green Building and the Infinite and Hayden and everything was green and in the Infinite sun poured in through the great glass windows connecting it to building 16, and I jotted down in my notes app - magical. So I’m taking this gap year to really rest well, heal as much as I can, and reflect about the future so I can return with conviction and sense and direction.

Then: summer.

1. I TA’ed at SSP UNC! Liked my co-workers a bunch, wrangled kids, stressed over their opinions of me, and ultimately found it very rewarding. I really am grateful for memories like being in Morehead during the lightning storm or just the everyday of the program and getting to interact with the participants and faculty.

[NOTE HERE - I am very sleepy and may revisit everything below later in more detail]

2. I got a UROP at MIT Kavli! I really struggled with it at first, especially managing my time, but I think I am happy with the experience I had.

3. Boston - went back for a week, just beautiful and wonderful to see people and enjoy MIT without work and the beautiful city, and the trip to Wallace and seeing lobby 7 in the early morning light or at golden hour framed by the trees - gorgeous

4. Home - did not spend enough time there.

Now: I am taking a gap year! Things I am doing:

1. Outer Coast in Sitka, Alaska for the fall. Many thoughts on this: about my core values, ancestors, cultures, social anxiety, the state of being moved, how hard it is to live in community, and listening to myself

2. Not sure what to do in the spring. It would be nice if I could get an Asana internship, but I’m open to many things, and I really want to spend it at home - studying for the GRE, teaching/studying Chinese school, CSCC classes, Starbucks barista-ing… my parents also say that we might go to Asia!

3. I signed a SWE internship for the summer with Dropbox. I hope I do well - again, the siren call - it could really be a good and straightforward path

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Gonna void post for a second here. It's not bad at all. Actually pretty good.

It's insane to think about the progression of my current relationship. It Really Really is. Like, it feels like the thing where you meet somebody at the wrong time and then years later suddenly it's the right one.

Back in high school, it was just this casual school friend. I knew damn well he had a crush on me by junior year, if it wasn't already obvious in sophomore year. In freshman, he was just a weird guy in my science class who eventually started sitting with me at the lab tables after i moved to sit there because our classmates were annoying me. He just kind of slid in, we started doing projects together, then eventually started having lunch together every day. Sophomore year, we managed to have the same lunch period and I'd actually start going to his path towards the nurse's office as he always did before lunch and just meeting him there. Carried on through junior year. Even emailed each other over the summer. Somehow we got lucky and every year, even during junior year when we didn't have a single class together, we always had the same lunch period. He'd start meeting me on my path out of class and I'd just walk with him on his daily routine. That was the year that so many of our classmates would start asking me if he was my boyfriend. He wasn't. He was just some guy that i was close to and we'd spend lunch together talking about random shit the entire time. But that was also when the crush was getting Even More Obvious. It didn't hit me honestly until i started getting asked that. But then I just noticed the way he looked at me and always let me just vent off at him. He was attentive and caring. Literally better than any boyfriend i ever had back then. Somehow, something in me back then just couldn't see that for what it was worth. I was too focused on "not being one of the nerds" (like shit, look at me. I am one of them. I want my old nerd friends back and I'll damn well get them.) I stuck with this abusive jackass who is honestly a waste of damn air. The one who essentially had the classic "If you leave me I'll kill myself"TM abusive tactic. And fuck, with how he literally quit his job because "he wasn't getting enough time with me", it didn't even feel like a stretch.

I was stuck with that piece of shit boyfriend through most of our friendship back then. Senior year, he went off to be fully at the local college in dual enrollment and i was stuck at our high school because i didn't drive and my mom would never give me a ride anywhere, even if it was for school. Literally the year where I was alone through most classes. I made a couple odd friends who lasted only that year never to be seen again. Then again, i was forced to take THREE freshman electives that year, again due to the lack of transportation even though i already had the credits needed to graduate. Apparently I met his younger sister in one of them. She apparently remembers me from school. I saw a picture of her and genuinely i have no idea who she was. I get the weird feeling she was one of the girls from that 3D art 1 class who just had so much drama and a weirdly active sex life for a freshman. Always talking about her 21yo bf and his bullshit, while i just kinda listened, did art, and held back on telling her that she should break up with him. (I should've. Maybe she wouldn't have had a kid at 17. God, his sister is a mess.)

Anyways, I didn't see him again until graduation. I had honestly missed him the entirety of that year. Wanted to send an email, try to get his number, but i could just never do that. I always had that piece of shit ex basically breathing down my shoulder and basically cutting me off from my friends. (Hell, drama club would go to chikfila after club meetings and i went one day when my ex was wanting to have me over, and he CAME TO CHIKFILA. Basically invited himself into the situation until another good friend of mine told him to fuck off. Same guy who tried to give me a reality check at graduation.) But at graduation, i was wanting to hunt him down, finally get his phone number, just catch up after a whole year. But my ex was there. He was already mad about me having been talking to the guy friend who told him to fuck off at chikfila, thinking he was a threat (he wasn't. he just saw the red flags Real Quick.) Either way, the plan failed. I couldn't find him in the crowd and my ex wouldn't give me enough space to go searching. Didn't talk to this guy for years. Went through it all just wondering how he was doing. In 2019, i heard news about a guy who has the same first name from high school. I didn't know him by that name, but the nickname used by the neighborhood kids. He committed suicide shortly after graduation. I PANICKED thinking it was my guy. I asked my friend for the link to the obituary and immediately relaxed. It was the guy from my neighborhood. Still felt bad, yeah, but So Damn Relieved. Soon after, i got a switch and noticed that your friends from 3ds could be carried over. The time I had spent with him playing pokemon back then paid off.

Apparently, we spent THREE YEARS watching each other's online status to check in, both just anxious about actually reaching out. I watched as he played his usual stuff, a new mario game, whatever else. And he noticed that i was playing pokemon still. Somehow, the thing i introduced him to made him even more curious. Turns out, when Scarlet and Violet came out, he saw the online features and thought it could be a way to get in contact. Maybe switch online voice chat connection (it does not). He got the game hoping it would give him something there. And I'm glad he did. I noticed he was playing it a few days after i got it. I spent a good while looking through my old email just SEARCHING for the emails we sent back then. Grabbed the email from them and sent one, hoping that it was still active. He fucking responded in 20 minutes with his number. Insanely fast. I was texting him that night. We had literally been thinking that we lost contact entirely for that damn long only to suddenly have contact again after just THAT.

Spent time catching up, just texting between each other, playing the game together. Just eventually working up to texting damn near every day, to basically sending texts when we got up and went to bed, to HOURS of calls. I can literally talk to him for HOURS. DAILY. This goes on for a couple months, drunk me on new years started flirting with him which brought back that somehow-not-dead crush. About a week later, he starts asking about all that finally, just having the guts to even address what drunk me was doing. Then I'm there having a whole "Am I doing this because I'm lonely or because I actually like him?" for a good few months. Eventually, I'm having a night where my back pain flared up SO Bad. He stayed there texting me, just comforting me and making that bout something i could be distracted from. I think that was the point where i had the realization that I actually do like him. I actually wanted something between us to happen. This managed to encourage me to force myself to get what i needed to done. I got my license, formed a plan with my mom to get back into town. I got everything done. I set myself up to finally get my life started back up down there. Just the thought of having him around again managed to do that.

And here i am after problem, after problem, after more problems, FINALLY having a set plan to get down there. And Holy FUCK. This is a full blown actual long-distance relationship now. I'm MOVING IN WITH HIM NEXT MONTH. We've got a nice one bedroom apartment set up. He's been getting it cleaned up and furnished and even offered to pay for the move down there because the only thing stopping me is money at this point.

Agh The whole point of this is that i reached out at Just The Right Time. We've been through our few years of getting a better grasp on ourselves and the world and not being the cringy little shits we were back then. Just having that out of the way, everything just fell together perfectly. If high school me heard that i was literally dating this guy, they would flip shit and not in a good way. But currently, I'm very happy with this relationship. He really is attentive and caring. He's giving and really just does put communication ahead of everything else. He's not a bad person at all. I don't know why i was so against this back then. He really could've been perfect. Even if that didn't happen, it's happening now and oh my god, he's amazing. I've literally told him all the weird stories of shit that I've gotten into, just as a test to see if it would scare him off because those stories Really Can do that. He's honestly just amazed that I've done all that. I've gotten a lot of random experiences in, a few good, a good amount honestly a little traumatic. He's just listened to all of that and I really want to give him some of those good ones. I know that we'll be doing that. There's just so much potential for good here. So yeah, I love him. It's hit. I actually do. So holy shit. Still just absolutely reeling over the history here. We've literally known each other since we were 14. A whole ass 9 years. Given, yeah, no contact from 2017-22, but NOW? Oh boy. Now sure is something.

God. I can't wait for next month. I really want to be down there with him already. A whole place to ourselves and finally having time together after so damn long.

#taks speaks #i am so damn happy with this right now #i really can't believe how all this has come together #just looking into the past. i would not have seen this coming even last year

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