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"it's 2024 antisemitism isn't a problem anymore you just want to be oppressed."
here's a non-exhaustive list of antisemitic incidents, attacks, and pogroms during my lifetime. if you're not jewish, i am guilting you into reading this entire list. i really do not care if it takes forever or makes you feel bad. read it.
1993
state farm settles a $30mil lawsuit after it was revealed that state farm kept a list of prominent jewish lawyers referred to within state farm as "the jewish lawyers list" where any claims made by those attorneys were automatically forwarded to state farm's fraud unit, purely on the basis of the attorney's jewish identity. state farm employees testified confirming the list had been used to discriminate against ethnic minorities.
1994
four days after the cave of patriarchs massacre, a man shot at a van full of jewish students, killing one and injuring three others. he is reported to have shouted "kill the jews" as revenge for the cave of patriarchs massacre.
a white supremacist fired ten rounds at a synagogue in eugene, oregon.
a jewish community center in buenos aires, argentina was bombed, killing 85 people and injuring 300.
1995
a japanese magazine ran an article that stated "the 'holocaust' is a fabrication. there were no execution gas chambers in auschwitz or in any other concentration camp. today, what are displaced as 'gas chambers' at the remaints of the auschwitz camp in poland are a post-war fabrication by the polish communist regime or by the soviet union, which controlled the country. not once, neither at auschwitz nor in any territory controlled by the germans during the second world war, was there 'mass murder of jews' in 'gas chambers'."
1996
in turkey, an islamic preacher distributed thousands of copies of a book called "the holocaust lie."
1997
jean-marie le pen was convicted and fined for remarks minimizing the holocaust, and then accused the president of france of being "on the payroll of jewish organizations, and particularly of b'nai b'rith."
1998
osama bin laden stated that israel's ultimate goal was to annex the arabian peninsula and the middle east and enslave its peoples. he claimed that the us state department and department of defense were controlled by jews for the sole purpose of serving israel's goals. he also claimed that israeli jews controlled the governments of the us and uk, directing them to kill as many muslims as they could.
1999
iran arrested 13 iranian jews, accusing them of being spies for israel, including a 16 year old boy. ten of them were sentenced to 4-13 years in prison, and eventually when they were freed they left iran for israel.
a man was arrested in paris for attacking a bartender because he "believed she was jewish."
several synagogues in sacramento were set on fire by a group of eight or nine men.
a man shot and killed one person and injured five at a jewish community center in los angeles.
2000
a man broke into a jewish woman's house, shot and killed her, then set her house on fire. he then drove to the synagogue where she was a member and fired into the windows of the synagogue, then exited his car and spray-painted two red swastikas on the building. he drove to another synagogue where he shot and shattered the synagogue's glass windows.
on yom kippur, two molotov cocktails were thrown at a synagogue.
a synagogue in syracuse, new york was set on fire by a man who reportedly yelled "i did this for you, god!"
a sukkah was destroyed at a synagogue in st. paul, minnesota.
a synagogue in harrisburg, pennsylvania was set on fire before yom kippur.
during the 2000 presidential election, lee alcorn, president of the dallas naacp branch, criticized al gore's selection of senator joe lieberman for his vice-presidential candidate because lieberman was jewish. alcorn said "if we get a jew person, then what i'm wondering is, i mean, what is this movement for, you know? does it have anything to do with the failed peace talks?" ... "so i think we need to be very suspicious of any kind of partnerships between the jews at that kind of level because we know that their interest primarily has to do with money and these kinds of things."
2001
in belgium, the vice president of one of the country's largest parties gave an interview on dutch tv where he cast doubt over the number of jews murdered by the nazis during the holocaust. in the same interview he questioned the scale of the nazis' use of gas chambers and the authenticity of anne frank's diary.
2002
osama bin laden stated in a letter that jews controlled the civilian media outlets, politics, and economic institutions of the united states.
a synagogue was set on fire in toronto, ontario, canada.
men rammed two cars through the courtyard gates of a synagogue in lyon, france, then rammed one of the cars into the prayer hall before setting the vehicles on fire. eyewitnesses reported seeing between 12 and 15 attackers. this was the first of a series of attacks on jewish targets in france in a single week - which coincided with passover - including at least five other synagogues.
a synagogue in marseille, france was burned to the ground.
a synagogue in strasbourg was set on fire.
a synagogue in paris was firebombed.
"richard nixon tapes" were declassified, which confirmed that billy graham, a famous evangelist and civil rights advocate, had agreed with nixon that jews controll the american media, calling it a "stranglehold."
a synagogue in tunisia was bombed, killing 20 and injuring 30.
a gunman opened fire at the airline ticket counter of el al, israel's national airline, at the la international airport. two people were killed and four were injured. federal investigators concluded that the gunman had hoped to influence us government policy in favor of palestinians and that the incident was a terror attack.
in an interview for a french magazine, a french actor, comedian, and activist dieudonne m'bala m'bala described "the jews" as "a sect, a fraud, which is the worst of all because it was the first."
white supremacists planned to bomb a series of institutions and people associated with the black and jewish communities. targets included the united states holocaust museum, the new england holocaust memorial, and steven spielberg.
2003
terrorists attempted to bomb a jewish cemetery, and succeeded in bombing a jewish community center and jewish-owned italian restaurant in morocco. 45 people in total were killed.
a molotov cocktail was thrown through the windows of a synagogue in los angeles, california.
the prime minister of malaysia drew a standing ovation for his speech. an excerpt: "[muslims] are actually very strong. 1.3 billion people cannot be simply wiped out. the nazis killed 6 million jews out of 12 million. but today the jews rule this world by proxy. they get others to fight and die for them. they invented socialism, communism, human rights and democracy so that persecuting them would appear to be wrong so they may enjoy equal rights with others. with these they have now gained control over the most powerful countries. and they, this tiny community, have become a world power."
two synagogues in turkey were bombed, killing 55 and injuring over 750.
2004
romania officially denied the holocaust occurred on its territory up until 2004.
the film 'the passion of the christ' was released, causing backlash against the jewish community for protesting the antisemitic tones of the movie.
a jewish school library was firebombed in montreal, quebec, canada.
jewish cemeteries were defaced with swastikas and a funeral home set on fire in wellington new zealand.
2005
m'bala claimed during a press conference that the central council of french jews was a "mafia" that had "total control over french policy exercise", called the commemoration of the holocaust "memorial pornography" and claimed that the "zionists of the centre national de la cinematographie" which "control french cinema" prevented him from making a film about the slave trade.
the muslim brotherhood leader denounced what he called "the myth of the holocaust" in defending iranian president's denial of the holocaust.
a polish radio station during the polish election promoted antisemitic views, including denial of the jedwabne pogrom. their support of right-wing conservative law and justice party is considered a major factor in their electoral victory.
a group of 15 members of the state duma of russia demanded that judaism and jewish orgqanizations be banned from the country. 500 prominent russians demanded that the state prosecutor investigate ancient jewish texts as "anti-russian" and ban judaism.
islamic extremists planned to bomb a number of synagogues and an israeli consulate in california.
iranian president denied the holocaust during a speech in zahedan. "they have invented a myth that jews were massacred and palce this above god, religions and the prophets." he suggested that if the holocaust had occurred, that it was the responsibility of europeans to offer up territory to the jews.
2006
a man stabbed nine people at a synagogue in russia.
the iranian state-sponsored "international conference to review the global vision of the holocaust" opened, with its focus being to question the facts of the holocaust. the iranian foreign ministry spokesperson stated "the holocaust is not a sacred issue that one can't touch. i have visited the nazi camps in eastern europe. i think it is exaggerated."
mel gibson was arrested for a dui, and reportedly yelled at the police officer, "fucking jews... the jews are responsible for all the wars in the world. are you a jew?"
m'bala was fined for defamation after calling a prominent jewish tv presenter a "secret donor of the child-murdering israeli army."
ilan halimi, a french moroccan jew, was kidnapped, tortured, and murdered. he was dumped on the side of the road, 80% of his body covered in burns, and died from his injuries on his way to the hospital. the kisnappers thought halimi was wealthy because he came from a jewish family, and the gang confessed that they believed all jews to be rich which motivated them to target several jews. the halimi family reports being told that if they could not raise the money for the ransom then they should get it from the jewish community.
a man targeted the jewish federation of seattle when the organization showed up in search results after he typed the phrase "something jewish" into a search engine. he forced his way through the building's security door with several guns, a knife, and ammunition, taking a 14 year old girl as a hostage. he is reported to have said "i'm only doing this for a statement" and "i'm a muslim american; i'm angry at israel" before the shooting spree began. he then took a pregnant woman hostage, saying "now since you don't know how to... listen, now you're the hostage, and i don't give a fuck if i kill you or your baby." the woman reported him stating "that he was a muslim, and this was his personal statement against jews and the bush administration for giving money to jews, and for us jews for giving money to israel, about hozbollah, the war in iraq, and he wanted to talk to cnn."
2007
holocaust survivor elie wiesel was attacked by a holocaust denier in san francisco.
jewish professor elizabeth midlarsky had a swastika spray painted on her office door.
2008 - gaza war
a leading member of hamas made a statement that israelis "have legitimized the murder of their own children by killing the children of palestine... they have legitimized the killing of their people all over the world by killing our people."
a belgian jewish magazine received a dozen death threats on its website, including a threat to carry out a suicide attack to "avenge the suffering of the palestinians."
protestors in indonesia shut down the country's only synagogue, threatening to drive out the country's jews. they stated that "if israel refuses to stop its attacks and oppression of the palestinian people, we don't need to defend [the synagogue's' presence here." the synagogue has been shuttered since.
a man sent a letter threatening to bo b the ida crown jewish academy in chicago. the letter said that explosives would be set off around the school unless violence in gaza stopped by january 15 2009.
south african deputy foreign minister was quoted saying "[jews] in fact control [america], no matter which government comes into power, whether republican or democratic, whether barack obama or george bush... the control of america, just like the control of most western countries, is in the hands of jewish money and if jewish money controls their country then you cannot expect anything else." she later claimed she "conflated zionist pressure with jewish influence."
antisemitic graffiti, including swastikas, appeared all over turkey. a sign was put up at the door of a civic group's office saying "jews cannot enter, dogs can." anti-jewish articles began appearing in turkish newspapers, and there were several hundred documented examples of antisemitic messages. as a result, turkish jewish immigration to israel increased.
in yemen, jews experienced verbal and physical harassment. jewish children were injured, one seriously, when muslim students threw stones at them. anti-israel protestors also attacked several jewish homes, smashing windows and pelting them with rocks, and injuring at least one jewish residence. a yemeni jewish family was extricated from yemen to israel after suffering continuous antisemitic attacks and death threats. a grenade was also thrown into the courtyard of the family's home in raydah.
a molotov cocktail was thrown. at a synagogue in brussels. rocks and other objects were thrown at a jewish school. a jewish home was the subject of arson. afterwards, hundreds of protestors tried to march toward the jewish neighborhood but were held off by police.
a man opened fire on three israeli cosmetics salesmen and two customers in a shopping mall. the shooting, which followed a period of harassment against the cosmetic stand, resulted in two israelis being hit by the shots. the perpatrator explained that he was motivated by the middle east situation.
sixty-six antisemitic incidents were reported in france, home to europe's largest muslim and jewish populations. numerous synagogues were attacked with petrol bombs and damaged in various towns. a car was rammed into the gates of a synagogue in toulouse and set on fire. a petrol bomb was thrown at a synagogue which set fire to an adjacent jewish restaurant. offensive graffiti was also sprayed on synagogues throughout the country. in paris, a rabbi's car was torched, a. jewish student was attacked and stabbed four times, and a 15-year old girl was assaulted by a gang.
a jewish community in germany was daubed and later stoned, and the central council of jews in german reported a significant increase in the number of hate mails and death threats during the conflict.
synagogues in multiple cities in greece were vandalized and suffered arson attacks. in athens, the walls of a jewish cemetery were sprayed with antisemitic graffiti "jews israelites murderers." neo-nazi slogans like "ax and fire to the jewish dogs" were used at anti-israel protests. a monument commemorating the murder of greek jews was vandalized with slogans like "greece - palestine no jew will remain." a seminar at the jewish museum of thessaloniki was cancelled after receiving threats, and the leftist parliamentary party of coalition of the radical left declined to attend the greek national day of remembrance of holocaust heroes and martyrs because of the attendance of the israeli ambassador. in ioannina the local jewish cemetery was vandalized with several tombs broken. the corfu synagogue was vandalized with graffiti such as "shit on israel" "jews nazis" and "murderers." the shoah memorial was also vandalized with graffiti regarding gaza. in larisa both grouns from the extreme right and extreme left targeted the local community. leftist and palestinian demonstrators attempted to vandalize the synagogue during a march, while later the same day groups linked to neo-nazi groups vandalized the shoah monyment and organized protests in front of the synagogue asking for the expulsion of jews from larisa. jews were attacked as "christ killers" and "smelling of blood" "they are the worst thing of the 20th century" and an eminent member of the greek orthodox church spoke of "zionist monsters with sharp claws" and "jews puhished for killing christ" and being "god killers."
italian trade union flaica-cub issued a call to boycott jewish-owned shops in rome in protest at the israeli offensive. it was condemned as antisemitic and reminiscent of the italian race laws under fascism in the 1930s.
a molotov cocktail was thrown at a jewish owned building in amsterdam following an attempted arson of a jewish institution in arnhem. a synagogue and jewish owned building were targeted by stoning. at an anti-israel demonstration in utrecht, some demonstrators shouted "hamass, hamas, jews to the gas."
during the 2009 oslo riots, the largest anti-jewish riots in norwegian history, muslim youth attacked the israeli embassy and yelled anti-jewish slogans in arabic, including "death to the jews" "kill the jews" and "slaughter the jews." in one incident, young men beat a 73 year old man who was carrying an israeli flag while shouting "bloody jew - get him!" they only stopped attacking him when they realized he was not jewish.
a jewish burial chapel in sweden was the target of an arson attack and a jewish centor was set on fire twice in three days.
there were approximately 225 recorded antisemitic incidents in the uk during the war. synagogues were firebombed, jews received verbal and digital abuse, and a gang tried to force their way into jewish restaurants and shops, specifically focusing on the london jewish family centre. a jewish motorist was also dragged from his car and assaulted. antisemitic graffiti with slogans including "kill jews" "jews are scumbags" and "jihad 4 israel" were sprayed in jewish areas across london and manchester.
a molotov cocktail was thrown at a tample in chicago, and in lincolnwood a synagogue's glass doors were shattered by a brick and "free palestine" and "death to israel" were spraypainted on the building. a jewish preschool in california was graffitied with swastikas and antisemitic messages.
argentinian jews wearing kippot were physically attacked on public buses and jewish cemetaries were defaced. a gang attacked argentinian jews near the israeli embassy in buenos aires.
in bolivia, vandals removed a star of david from a monument from the plaza israel and started spraypainting "plaza palestina" on jewish murals.
during shabbat, the caracas synagogue, venezuela's oldest synagogue, was defaced with "property of islam", and an armed gang of 15 unidentified people broke in and the security guards were bound and gagged while the gang destroyed the offices and the repository where the holy books were stored. they daubed the walls with antisemitic and anti-israel graffiti that called for jews to be expelled from the country, and also stole a database that listed jews who lived in venezuela.
2008 - cont
the harvard crimson school paper ran a paid holocaust denial ad.
a chabad house in mumbai was taken over by two attackers and several residents were held hostage. a rabbi and his wife, who was six months pregnant, were murdered with four other hostages in the house by the attackers. according to radio transmissions, the attackers "would be told by their handlers in pakistan that the lives of jews were worth 50 times those of non jews." injuries on some of the bodies indicated that they may have been tortured.
2009
hamas refused to allow palestinian children to learn about the holocaust, which it called "a lie invented by the zionists" and referred to holocaust education as a "war crime."
an irish journalist claimed "there was no holocaust... and six million jews were not murdered by the third reich. these two statements of mine are irrefutable truths."
tapes were released in which billy graham is heard in conversation with richard nixon referring to jews as "the synagogue of satan."
four men were arrested in new york in connection with a plot to blow up two synagogues in the bronx.
a neo nazi entered the united states holocaust memorial museum in washington dc and shot and fatally wounded a security officer.
2010
the last surviving romaniote synagogue in greece was targeted for an arson attack.
a synagogue in cairo, egypt was bombed.
a synagogue in sweden was attacked with explosives.
2011
six jewish institutions were attacked by vandals in montreal, including four synagogues and a school.
j.z. knight stated "fuck god's chosen people! i think they have earned enough cash to have paid their way out of the goddamned gas chambers by now."
the manhattan terrorism plot to bomb various targets in manhattan, including a synagogue.
2012
a man killed four jews, including three children, outside a school in toulouse, france.
a synagogue in sweden was attacked with an explosive decide, shattering a window.
2013
alice walker expressed appreciation for the works of antisemitic conspiracy theorist david icke. she said that icke's book "human race get off your knees" would be her choice if she could have only one book. the book promotes the theory that the earth is ruled by shapeshifting reptilian humanoids and "rothschild zionists."
louis farrakhan delivered an antisemitic speech, referring to jews as "satanic jews" and "the synagogue of satan", controlling america's government and other sectors, reportedly saying that president obama "surrounded himself with satan... members of the jewish community." farrakhan also said that the jewish people "have mastered the civilization now, but they've mastered it in evil... who's the owner of hollywood that creates images and makes the people think that what is created on screen is the way we should live? that's satan... satan has devoured so much of humanity. ... the people that own hollywood are the same people that control your press, the same people that control your media, the same people who are the publishers, the same people who are the distributors, the same synagogue of satan, and they put you before the world in this disgraceful manner. ... jesus was the last hope for the jewish people but they rejected him. they are now in control of the media and the airwaves, gaining access to the 'sacred territory' which is in the minds of the people."
the supreme leader of iran grand ayatollah ali khamenei questioned the validity of the holocaust, saying "the holocaust is an event whose reality is uncertain and if it has happened, it's uncertain how it has happened."
2014
kkk leader killed three non jewish people at a jewish community center and jewish retirement home in kansas, the day before passover.
residents of a village in spain called "castrillo matajudios" ("jew-killer camp") since 1627 voted to change the name of the village.
2015
four jews were killed when a gunman attacked a kosher supermarket in paris where the gunman held 15 other hostages and demanded that the kouachi brothers not be harmed.
iran organized the international holocaust cartoon competition, a competition in which artists were encouraged to submit cartoons on the theme of holocaust denial.
louis farrakhan accused jews of involvement in sept 11 attacks.
swastikas were spraypainted on a jewish fraternity at uc davis on the 70th anniversary of the liberation of auschwitz.
a french settlement named "la mort aux juifs" or "death to jews" finally changed its name after a denied attempt in 1992.
a synagogue in copenhagen was taken by a gunman during a bat mitzvah celebration where one jewish man on security duty was killed.
stanford university student senate candidate molly horwitz was asked by a student group how being jewish would affect her decision-making.
two synagogues and a jewish neighborhood in san antonio, texas were vandalized with antisemitic graffiti.
2016
natasha waldorf of alameda was subjected to two boys sending her text messages that included antisemitic slurs, two other students joked about the holocaust and when she confronted them they told her that "hitler should have finished the job."
the campus chapter of students for justice in palestine at the university of california irvine was sanctioned because they disrupted a program hosted by a jewish campus group and intimidated jewish students.
2017
alice walker published a poem on her blog titled "it is our (frightful) duty to study the talmud", recommending that the reader should start with youtube to learn about the evils of the talmud.
a huge wave of threats, including bomb threats, were made against jewish community centers and other institutions in the united states around the high holy days.
sarah halimi was murdered in paris.
the chicago dyke march organizers singled out and approached a group of women carrying jewish pride flags and began to question them on their political stance in regards to zionism and israel, and then expelled them from the event. the organizers attributed the reasoning to the star of david on the flag as a "zionist expression." the organization's twitter account also used the phrase "zio tears" in a now deleted tweet. "zio" is a slur originated by david duke.
the new england holocaust memorial was smashed with a rock.
in ukraine, the space of synagogues holocaust memorial display was vandalized by neo nazis.
the chairpersons of the chicago slutwalk wrote, "we still stand behind dyke march chicago's decision to remove the zionist contingent from their event, and we won't allow zionist displays at ours." the organizers made the following declaration about the star of david: "its connections to the oppression enacted by israel is too strong for it to be neutral."
a jewish cemetery in missouri was vandalized.
the unite the right rally took place in charlottesville, virginia, where white nationalists chanted slogans like "blood and soil" "jews will not replace us" "the goyim know" "the jewish media is going down."
a synagogue in sweden was firebombed.
2018
trayon white, an american politician, posted a video to his official facebook page showing snow flurries following, and alluding to the rothschild family conspiring to manipulate the weather.
an israeli man wearing a yarmulke was attacked in berlin; the attacker reportedly beat him with a belt and shouted "yehudi" ("jew")
tamika mallory, an american activist and one of the organizers of the womens march, attended an antisemitic speech by louis farrakhan, a figure she had previously refused to denounce. during the three hour speech, farrakhan claimed that "the powerful jews are my enemy" "the jews have control over agencies of those angencies of government" like the fbi, thta jews are "the mother and father of apartheid" and that jews are responsible for "degenerate behavior in hollywood turning men into women and women into men."
a republican candidate for senate in california openly called for a united states "free from jews."
11 people were murdered at the tree of life synagogue. on social media, several people made the claim that they "should not be mourned if they were zionists."
2019
belgium outlawed kosher slaughter.
rep ilhan omar tweeted an allegation that american support for israel was rooted in money spent by pro israel lobbying organizations.
several mps quit the labor party under jeremy corbyn citing "culture of extreme antisemitism and intolerance."
a subway poster in brooklyn with a picture of ruth bader ginsburg was valdalized with the writing "die jew bitch" and a swastika.
multiple violent attacks occured in brooklyn.
a synagogue in turkey is attacked with a molotov cocktail.
one person was killed and three were injured during a shooting at a passover seder in california.
a synagogue was attacked by a lone shooter in germany.
a kosher grocery store in jersey city, new jersey was attacked and five people were killed.
jersey city mayor steve fullop said a trustee of the jersey city board of education should resign in the wake of her comment after the above shooting about "jew brutes" that according to her have "threatened, intimidated, and harassed" black residents. the trustee asked whether the public is "brave enough" to listen to the shooters' message, and said the local rabbis were selling body parts. she remained on the board until 2022.
a jewish elder was killed and four others were injured at the home of a hasidic rabbi during hanukkah in new york.
2020
the tomb of esther and mordechai in iran was subjected to an arson attack.
the jewish center at the unitersity of delaware was subjected to an arson attack.
six igbo synagogues in nigeria were razed by soldiers, and at least 50 people were killed.
a synagogue in portland was subjected to an arson attack.
2021
george washington university's chapter of tau kappa epsilon fraternity reported that their house was broken into and vandalized, and their sefer torah destroyed.
2022
four hostages were taken at a synagogue in colleyville, texas. the attacker believed that the rabbi could call another rabbi in new york and secure the release of aafia siddiqui, a pakistani operative imprisoned for attempted murder and other crimes. siddiqui tried to dismiss her lawyers on the grounds that they were jewish. she said the case against her was a jewish conspiracy theory, demanded that no jews be allowed on the jury, and that all prospective jurors be dna tested and excluded from the jury at her trial if they had "zionist or israeli" dna. she wrote a letter to president obama, asserting, "study the history of the jews. they have always back-stabbed everyone who has taken pity on them and make the fatal error of giving them shelter... and it is this cruel, ungrateful back-stabbing of the jews that has caused them to be mercilessly expelled from wherever they gain strength. this is why 'holocausts' keep happening to them repeatedly! if they would only learn to be grateful and change their behavior!"
kanye west states that he "likes hitler" and is a "nazi." he still occasionally goes on an antisemitic twitter bender.
2023-2024 - current war
in october, an egyptian police officer shot and killed two israeli tourists and an egyptial tour guide in alexandria.
a jewish man walking to synagogue in johannesburg was accosted by a male jogger screaming antisemitic insults at him. the jogger then assaulted the man, knocked him over, and kicked and punched him while he lay on the ground.
a jewish cricket player was stripped of the captaincy by cricket south africa, claimed to have been a measure to reduce protests at the world cup.
a synagogue in tunisia was severely damaged during anti-israel riots with hundreds of people filmed setting fire to the building.
in armenia, unknown assailants set fire to a synagogue in yerevan and disseminated the arson attack on social media.
the associated press noted a rise in antisemitism on chinese social media. an israeli employee of the israeli embasee in beijing was stabbed and injured on october 13.
a 16 year old in australia was arrested after planning to attack a synagogue in vienna.
gravestones in belgium were damaged and many stars of david were stolen from a cemetery. only the jewish section was vandalized.
danish police arrested at least four operatives who were planning attacks on jewish or israeli targets in denmark.
in paris, stars of david were painted on multipe spots on several building fronts in a southern district. similar tags appeared over the weekend in other suburbs. antisemitic chants were filmed on the paris metro, "fuck the jews and fuck your mother, long live palestine. we are nazis and proud of it." a woman in lyon was stabbed and a swastika was graffitied on her home.
overall, french jews have noted a huge increase in antisemitism, with a surge of 1200% since october 7.
in berlin, the houses of several jews were marked with a star of david. two molotov cocktails were thrown at a synagogue.
israeli students in riga, latvia reported receiving hate texts and threats from other students.
lectures on the holocaust at utrecht university of applied sciences in the netherlands were postponed indefinitely.
a norwegian medical student at a rally in warsaw was pictured holding a poster of the flag of israel in a trash can alongside the text "keep the world clean." far right polish lawmaker grzegorz braun used a fire extinguisher on a lit menorah and removed it from the wall during a hanukkah celebration, saying "there can be no pace for the acts of this racist, tribal, wild talmudic cult."
residents of dagestan gathered near the flamingo hotel after reports that refugees from israel were being accomodated there. the protesters demanded that all hotel residents come to the windows to look at them. when the guests did not do this, stones were thrown into the building. the residents demanded to check the basements and let them into the hotel. police arrived and allowed protestors to check the hotel to make sure it was "jew free", and after this a message was posted outside the hotel that jews were prohibited from entering.
an antisemitic ralley was held in cherkessk, demanding the "eviction of ethnic jews."
a local jewish religious national-cultural community center under construction was set on fire in nalchik with the attackers writing "death to the yahuds" on the wall.
a mob stormed the uytash airport in dagestan after the arrival of a red wings flight from tel aviv. messages spread on telegram that a direct flight from israel was arriving, with calls to come to the airport and prevent the plane from landing. dozens of protestors stormed the airport and reached the runway, some of whom managed to climb up onto the plane's wings. 20 people were injured, two of whom were seriously injured. there are reports from passengers of rioters checking cars going to and from the airport for jews.
a synagogue in melillah, a spanish enclave in north africa, was attacked by a mob chanting "murderous israel" while waving palestinian flags.
pro palestinian demonstrators burned an israeli flag and chanted "bomb israel" outside a synagogue in. sweden.
i have to break up the sections because tumblr apparently has a character limit.
multiple cases of antisemitism were reported by students at concordia university with jewish students facing verbal and physical threats from both other students and faculty members. footage of a professor yanise arab shouting at jewish concordia students to "go back to poland, sharmuta (whore)" went viral alongside another video of a student using the slur "kike."
two jewish schools in montreal were targeted with gunfire overnight, and one was struck with gunfire a second time a few days later.
a jewish community center in montreal was attacked with a molotov cocktail.
jewish students and teachers of the peel district school board reported antisemitism and violent threats, including a teacher posting "jews are the problem" in a private facebook group.
a sukkah at caltech was vandalized with anti-israel graffiti. a man threw rocks through the glass doors of a synagogue and cafe in fresno, the second with a note reading "all jewish businesses will be targeted."
at columbia university, a woman assaulted an israeli man with a stick after he confronted her for ripping down posters with pictures and information abuot kidnapped israelis.
a man was arrested for sending threatening emails to a. synagogue in charlotte, north carolina.
a man in new york's grand central terminal punched a woman in the face and told her it was because she was jewish.
seven members of "white lives matter" california held a demonstration, holding up signs reading "no more wars for i$rael."
professor russell rickford spoke at a rally, saying he had found hamas's attack "exhilarating."
the illinois comptroller's office fired one of its lawyers, sarah chowdhurt, over antisemitic remarks she made on the instagram of another lawyer who is jewish.
a building next to a jewish fraternity at upenn was vandalized with antisemitic graffiti reading "the jews r nazis."
a man broke into a jewish family's home in los angeles, yelling "free palestine" and "kill jews."
threats against the jewish community at cornell university were posted online, threatening to shoot rape, and murder jewish students and encouraging violence against them.
paul kessler, an elderly jewish man, was killed at a rally after being struck in the head by a megaphone by a pro palestine protester, causing him to fall.
a woman was arrested after ramming her car into a black hebrew israelite school in indiana, mistakenly believing it to be an "israel school."
a man fired two rounds from a shotgun into the air outside a synagogue in albany and made threatening statements. he is alleged to have said "free palestine" at some point during the attack.
a game between the girls' varsity teams from the leffell school and roosevelt high school early college studies in yonkers was stopped when roosevelt students began to hurl antisemitic slurs at leffell students, with one yelling "i support hamas, you fucking jew", and during the third quarter became aggressive and violent during the play resulting in injuries of leffell's players.
participants in a pro-palestine rally in sydney changed "gas the jews", and several individuals in melbourne made death threats against jews, one group harassing a rabbi and his son, and another asking where to find jews, saying they were "hunting for jews."
a man in new south wales threatened to kill four jewish teenagers in a car with an israeli flag draped on it.
neo nazis marched in melbourne, displaying a banner reading "expose jewish power" and distributing neo nazi literature.
a sydney jewish man was verbally abused for wearing a kippah.
pro palestine graffiti was spray painted on the fence of a synagogue in auckland, and an unsuccessful attempt was made to set the property on fire. google maps had mistakenly listed the property as the local israeli consulate.
new zealand jews report a surge in antisemitic threats.
in new zealand, one child was physically assaulted and another had a swastika and a star of david drawn side by side on their school shirt. children were greeted by their peers with nazi salutes, being called "dirty jews", being told "jews control the world", and jokes about jews being gassed, and the blood libel claim that jews "chop off babies heads."
the us and israeli embassies in buenos aires received bomb threats via email, including one which said "jews we are going. tokill you all."
three people were arrested under suspicion of planning an attack on the maccabiah games.
brazilian authorities arrested two suspects in a. hezbollah backed terror plot to attack synagogues and other jewish targets in the country.
a column on the israeli embassy on colombia was vandalized with a swastika, start of david, and the word "terror" in hebrew.
if you made it to the bottom of this list and actually read everything, reblog with the tag "heard." that's really it. i just want to know that people hear us begging for people to speak up.
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Can I ask a Steve Harrington x shy!reader where she has a locket that represents him (like the initial SH) and she always wears it but under her shirt so that no one can see? One day, Steve comes home to find her asleep, he smiles and leans to kiss her but then finds out her little secret. Just fluff:)
steve finds a sweet surprise when sneaking into your bedroom to see you — steve x gn!reader fluff
warnings: none:)
words: 1.1k
a/n: this was supposed to be a little tiny blurb idk what happened lmao but I hope you like it!
Steve was supposed to be there at 11 o’clock sharp.
He had promised you that as soon as the arcade closed and all the boys were dropped off at home, he’d be sneaking up into your room without a sound. ‘Like a ninja’ were his exact words; and maybe it was your fault for assuming ninjas were punctual.
You had given him a little grace period, maybe twenty minutes where he could come and you wouldn’t be upset with him. An hour after that ended, you decided you weren’t even going to wait anymore. If Steve was willing to wait that long to see you, he could wait even longer.
You decided to change into a pair of pyjamas instead of staying in your normal clothes all night and then get ready for bed. After turning out your lights and closing your curtains, you tucked yourself in and quickly fell asleep.
Unluckily, Steve had arrived just a few minutes after you dozed off. He cursed himself quietly when he saw your curtains drawn—already knowing you’d be pissed at him for being late—then tumbled over your windowsill since he was using one hand to palm away the hanging fabric. As he was climbing, he noticed you were asleep and was shocked that you stayed in your state despite the thud he made when he hit the ground. He was thankful you didn’t wake, though; he didn’t want your morning grumpiness on top of your anger at him for not showing up on time.
When he walked towards your bed, a smile graced his face at the closer sight of your peaceful figure. He wondered what you were dreaming about, and of course he hoped it was him.
Steve crouched down to plant a kiss on your forehead before pausing and contemplating what he should do. He pondered staying, but he didn’t want to be the kind of creep who sneaks into girls’ beds when they’re sleeping—even if you were dating. Then he thought about sleeping on the floor, but he didn’t want to deal with back pain when he’s already on his feet all day. So, he decided that he’d write a nice note, promise to take you out for a make-up date tomorrow night, then leave the same way he came.
He sauntered over to the desk across from your bed so he could borrow a pen and piece of paper, then carefully avoided picking the stationery he remembered you calling ‘the expensive stuff’. Personally, he doesn’t understand why anyone would buy writing supplies when they were always just laying around somewhere, but he didn’t judge you.
Steve started the note out by addressing it and drawing no less than five hearts around your name. Then he got straight to the apology. He wasn’t sure how much he should say, so he just told himself that he’d explain, apologise, and promise to make it up to you until his hand started cramping—and he did just that. He signed his name at the bottom of the page, then capped your pen and thought about where to put it.
His first thought was to leave it on your pillow, but then he got worried about you smudging it in your sleep and not reading what he wrote, so he went with his next thought of your nightstand. He would leave it by your alarm clock, leave, then you would find it in the morning and all would be okay. But a shiny object on the night table caught his attention and delayed his plan.
You always wore a gold locket, but you never showed the inside to anyone. All your friends had tried to guess, saying everything from a magazine cutout of Rob Lowe to a single brown m&m, but you never revealed it.
And now here that necklace was, right in front of Steve, and he couldn’t resist looking. As worried as he was that you’d be mad at him for peeking, he told himself that you’d never find out and it was only a tiny peek. So, he placed the note on the nightstand, and swapped it for the necklace.
As tough as the decision was on whether he should look or leave it alone, the locket itself was actually quite easy to open. And once he saw the picture, his heart swelled at least two sizes and he wished he had looked before now.
It was a tiny black and white picture of him that was cut out from the school newspaper. He remembers the exact photo, too. It was his last meet with the Hawkins High swim team, and he had tried harder than ever to win. After finishing the half mile distance a second before the rival school, he was completely exhausted.
Your boyfriend came out of the water, and barely got to sit down for a minute before some skinny sophomore had come up wanting to take a picture of him and the rest of the team for the school paper. He had initially told the kid the buzz off, but you had reminded him how hard he worked, and that this might be the last time he ever gets to be in the newspaper, and he reluctantly got up to pose with the rest of his peers.
He smiled quickly, then went back to the bench to sit with you, grumbling about how he probably looks like he’s about to pass out in the photo. You laughed, but assured him that you saw his smile and he actually looked like a million bucks.
He tried arguing, but you fed his ego by reminding him a million times of how pretty he always looks and that the picture was no exception. A few days later, the paper came out and you pointed it out as soon as you saw it.
“See?” You said with a sigh. “The hottest Hawkins High swim champ ever. I’m gonna keep this forever, it’s such a good picture of you.”
Steve didn’t know you actually kept it for this long. He honestly assumed you threw it out the next day, and he certainly didn’t expect you to keep it after graduation. He stroked the edge of the locket with his thumb and wondered when you put the picture in the locket and just how often you looked at it.
The smile on his face wasn’t going anywhere at this point, and it likely wouldn’t leave until he fell asleep.
He closed the locket and put it back right where he found it, then leaned down to push the hair from your face and kissed your cheek. He whispered a ‘goodnight, sleep tight, baby’ and walked across the room to crawl out through your window.
Steve wouldn’t tell you about what he saw tonight, but he was sure he’d never stop thinking about it.
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Hey don’t know if your doing KNB anymore but-
Could you do HC’s on all the boys playing with readers hair? Like reader is having troubles sleeping or something and the boys just play with their hair?
✧ Type: HC
✧ Warnings: Hurt to comfort sorta, fluff everywhere, maybe ooc but it’s love man, slight crackhead energy if your squint, curses, not proof read/spelled checked
✧ Side Bar: You said or something so I did something ✨ joke aside I had so much fun with this if you can’t tell. Thanks for the req! this is actually safe for someone 17+ despite the warning for the rest of the blog
Credit: atamanrr on tt
— Akashi
College finals are coming around fast. And you were stressing out.
You weren’t like your brilliant boyfriend, who always guarantee he’ll come out on top every time.
You procrastinate, you mess up, and you forgot. The polar opposite of your King, it still puzzles you to this day why he wants you.
But disregarding all that, you still tried to study to make up for it and it helped a bit that he offered his aid. What a sweet man ugh.
Sort of. Not really.
While he looks completely in his element as he practice quiz himself, GETTING EVER ANSWER CORRECT, you were over it as you sat across from him.
Your lips were borderline bruised as you abused it throughout the session, running your fingers frustratingly through your hair as you feel stumped over a word problem.
Akashi notices, of course he does. He’s an observant person and an attentive boyfriend. It was clear that you needed a break but he knew how stubborn you could be.
So he sets his pen down, getting up to come around to where you are—all of which you don’t notice until he’s pulling you up and dragging you towards the crouch.
“Seijuro?” You question him when he casually drops on the cushions with a deep sigh, dragging you with him. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arms around your lower back and use his free hand to rake his fingers through your hair, albeit much less aggressive than you had, “Sei.” You try again, this time getting a reply.
“You need a break.” He says, never ceasing his movements. If anything he pulls you closer, so your flush against his body, your head on his chest, “No buts. It’ll still be there when you get back.” He adds when he sees you about to protest.
You hate when he’s right. Always at the worst times too. More than he’ll ever know, especially when he gets what he was aiming for easily. Your supposed to be independent.
Instead his stupid warmth was pulling you in, the light scraping of his nails that occasionally graze your scalp slowly putting you into a small trance.
You mumble a quick, barely audible, “Thank you,” as you drift into your first nap of the day. It’s a good thing when you miss the curve of his lips as he glance down at your peaceful expression, otherwise you’ll try and tease him endlessly.
“Anything for you, my empress/prince.”
— Aomine
This was hard for him. No it wasn’t because he can’t show affection. Aomine is actually very affection to his lady, maybe too much that it’s borderline manhandling. You don’t complain.
It’s hard for him because he really hates to see you beat yourself up, comparing yourself in the mirror to his magazines.
Sometimes he wish he never kept them, not liking how insecure you got. He knows they can’t compare to you and you know it too… you just can’t help yourself most days.
He feels guilty each time you tell him that it was okay to keep things like that since you were real and they weren’t. He didn’t deserve such understanding after causing your tears indirectly.
And so every time, Aomine waste zero time in wrapping his arms around you, crowding you so your face was buried in his chest.
“I know,” you whine, eyes wet with weightless tears and nose beginning to drip, but it was the least of both your worries, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. They’re so pretty!” you squeeze around his waist, the very same you can barely reach around.
Aomine listens. He listens and watches every choke cry, every fragile wail, every doe and tearful eyed glance up at his face.
He didn’t bother to explain again that it wasn’t about them being pretty because he knew it would make it worst. He was smart enough to realize that.
It didn’t break his heart any less though. He’s not sure how many more these sessions he can take without getting rid of the whole stash.
Because nothing was really worth seeing you like this.
Aomine sighs through his nose, pushing your head back against his chest after you glance up at him one more time, running his fingers through your hair to smooth you; a method that always worked. He was anxious, despite his calming demeanor—you can hear it in his heart.
The same beat that lore you to close your eyes, clinging on to the man that brings up such insecurities unintentionally. When your shoulders slump, he picks up with your head now rested on his shoulder. He still doesn’t stop his movements in your hair as he takes you to the shared bedroom.
“It’s alright, baby,” he’ll mumble as he lays beside you with his arm under your head for support. His hands still wringing themselves in your hair, but occasionally drift to your caress your cheek as he watches you sleep, “I won’t make you feel like this again.”
He kept true to his word. Threw the whole stash away after waking up from the nap.
As much as he cared for those magazines, he cares about you more. He’d be damned if he let a fake thing mess up a good one.
— Kagami
You have been dating Kagami for a while, almost a year. So it was safe to say he has seen you in all the craziest states you can conjure up.
To name a few: days where you’re too lazy to wear makeup (makeup is genderless) , a few random hormonal pimples, fresh out the shower with your hair sticking to your head like the ring antagonist.
He’s seen it all.
He’s also dealt with your mini tantrums or mood changes that sometime went along with them. That’s what a partner is supposed to do. Take the good and the ugly, not one or the other.
This time was no different, you were getting ready to go out to the shopping center but ever since you woke up, your hair has not been cooperative.
This only led Kagami to assume you were frustrated, especially based on the loud huffs and weird growls you’ve been letting out.
He could hear your down the hall as he’s making a sandwich, cursing as you wrestle with your hair. It’s when you let out a loud ‘“Fucking stupid ass hair be submissive” did he enter your room.
“Babe, are you almost done?” He asks, even though he can see you aren’t, which earns a glare briefly sent his way before you focus back on your hair.
“Do I look done, babe?” You mock back.
There’s the attitude he loves.
Kagami didn’t get it. This was probably the most tame your hair has every looked but your fussing over one off section.
If anything… He’s putting down his sandwich and dusting his hands off with purpose.
“What are you doing?” You shout, watching a he stalks up behind you to rack his fingers through your hair. On a normal day this would be soothing, but he wasn’t doing it to help.
“Taiga, this looks fucking worst!” You whine, slapping his hand away as you stare, mouth agape at the mess he help create.
He simply grins, “I like it.”
“Please tell me that was the clean hand…”
He thinks you look hotter with messy hair. His favorite time of the day was morning because he got to see you first thing, hair wildly misplaced.
— Kise
It was supposed to be a leisure day. A simple day where you can stay inside to finally finish this new Netflix show called “sanctuary”, while not be judged for eating half a cake. Alone.
But then your fantasy is disrupted because your reminded your boyfriend was Kise, and he was never not clingy.
He shows up unannounced, as he always does with his “I miss you so much baby” type shit.
You were a little annoyed, just a little. Your day was all planned out, so it’s to be expected. Just as it was expected to know it won’t go that way due to Kise.
Reluctantly, you let him in because he was a little too upbeat and bright, compared to the darkness and coolness that your apartment gave.
There wasn’t really a different with Kise being there.
Except no personal space and him eating more of your cake then you, which might be a shocker but Kise only ever let’s loose with you.
You were his safe space, and he liked to return the favor, regardless of how little.
Kise was sitting up right on the sofa, while you were laying your head on Kise lap, both of you equally engrossed in the show, and still semi hungry after the cake was gone but too lazy to get up for something else.
You got startled when he subconsciously starts petting your head. Did he think your were a pet or something? But your thoughts were eased away when his petting turns into wringing his fingers through your hair, scratching pleasantly at your scalp from time to time.
There were moments he’ll twirl it around his finger like a little school girl being nervous around her crush. You thought it was really cute, so you had to voice it.
“You’re so cute, Ryo.” you blurt randomly. He still his movements, blinking before looking down at your with flushed cheeks,
“I didn’t do anything.” he says, resuming his movements.
“Even when you’re not doing anything, you’re crazy cute.”
“[Name] -cchi!”
— Kuroko
It was fall, how beautiful the colors change. It was a perfect temperature—in Japan. America was a whole different story, let’s not get into that though.
Anyway, it’s date night with Kuroko. Every Friday, like clockwork, unless something came up. Thankfully, it didn’t!
You both just got done eating at this new place you saw and of course, Kuroko had no complaints but didn’t finish his food.
Luckily, you guys got to take it to go without any extra charge. Now your both just casual strolling down the streets, hand and hand.
But then Kuroko was pulling you in a random direction, that you soon found out was a park.
“Testu?” you call to him, peering at him curiously. He only looks back at your for a second, and the warmth from his eyes was enough for you not to question any further.
He’s a really sweet boyfriend, ugh.
At some point during the walk, you saw a pretty tree that still somehow has a lot of leave on it and the colors were too gorgeous to pass up a photo.
Instead of taking a photo of just the tree, you told Kuroko to take a picture of you with it.
So there you were standing under the tree, posing awkwardly as people walk by and wait for your boyfriend to take the picture.
But he takes forever. He has the phone up, the app’s open but he just pauses as your pouting.
“Testu! Take the picture,” you whine, body going tense as you struggle to hold the pose. When it looks like he’s going to take the photo, he lowers the phone and walks over to you. That only confuses you more, “What are you doing?”
He’s reaching up to your face as you stare at him skeptically, but he skips your face and goes right to your hair, where he runs his finger through it, “You have something in your hair. It’ll ruin the photo.”
How considerate is he? A+++
You thank him, obviously, when he gets it out. And you thought that’s was the end of it, that he’ll finally take your picture.
No, Kuroko is still wringing his hand through your hair.
He’s smiling softly to himself, completely forgetting about the task at hand. It takes you clearing your throat to bring him back to earth. Even then, his hand doesn’t leave your hair. He just waits patiently for you to speak.
“The photo, Tetsuya?” you remind him, with a tilt of your head.
His mouth forms a “o” and he finally removes his hand, “Sorry. Your hairs really soft today.” He then walks back to where he was before, pointing the phone at you as if what he said didn’t make you red in the face.
— Murasakibara
The clock read 2 am when your staring up at the ceiling.
You were exhausted but your mind refused to let your rest.
The lie would be a big one if you said you didn’t know why. Despite your good day with nothing eventual happening, your brain found ways to nitpick always.
It was 2:54 when you decided you’ll have a late night snack, maybe watch some tv to lull you to sleep.
But it was 20 minutes later when your walking into the living room to see Murasakibara already on the couch and not in the bedroom where you left him.
Murasakibara isn’t a light sleeper, but he knows when something’s different despite being sleep. When he doesn’t feel you hugging his side, he lazily gets up to find you.
He finds you in the kitchen, making yourself a half pb&j sandwich. He immediately knows it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep just from that.
Instead of letting his presence known, he goes to the couch and waits for you, already knowing if he did bother you that you’ll try and get him back to bed and leave again.
It’s almost comical seeing his big frame spread across a couch just a few inches too short for him.
“Atsu, you should be in bed.” You remind him, walking over to him. He looks up at your drowsily, a pout already playing at his lips.
“Hope you got enough for me too.” He ignores your statement, opening up the blanket you originally got to get comfy on the couch alone, “I’m hungry.”
You get confused at whether he was actually referring to food or you, after all, this situation happens often and the outcomes are unpredictable since it’s him.
Murasakibara sees your hesitation and grows impatient, instead reaching out to pull you to him and force you in the blanket himself.
“The food, Atsu!” Your protests fell on death ears, with you trying to keep it from getting trapped within the covers.
He opens his mouth and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head to his chest and now he’s running his fingers through your hair as if to shush you from saying more, “Feed me.”
Your trying to pull away, but don’t prevail, “There isn’t enough for you, you giant!”
“Then I’ll just have to eat you.”
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Will You Still Need Me?
Summary: Steve Harrington is avoiding telling his professional-musician-boyfriend, Eddie, that he's going deaf because he's worried about what will happen when he does.
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May 12, 1992: Today.
Hold yourself together, hold yourself together, hold yourself together.
It's an old familiar chant. Steve was practically raised on the mantra. He repeats it in his head as he leaves the exam room and passes through the doctor’s office lobby full of older folks reading outdated magazines. He chants it as he takes off running through the parking lot and throws himself into the driver's seat of his bimmer.
He holds himself together until he can't anymore. He bursts into tears in the safety of his car. It's explosive when Steve finally cries, he lets everything build up for far too long which tends to result in a snotty, messy display.
It's not fair, the news he was given. He'll never outrun his violent teenage years. It's getting harder and harder to find value in himself with the extensive list of health issues he's accumulating.
The voice in his head – the one that sounds like all the people who've ever hated Steve – is chastising him.
Your life's not over, you're being pathetic.
But he just wants to feel sorry for himself in peace.
What Steve needs is to talk to someone. But he can't even hear Robin when they talk on the phone anymore, which pulls another desperate sob out of him. He just wants his best friend.
He's dreading telling his professional-musician-boyfriend the news, there’s no way that’s gonna go well. Part of Steve’s appeal to Eddie is that Steve has always gone to all of his shows. Even before they started dating, he’d show up to their Hideout gigs and compliment Eddie on little moments of each performance that he enjoyed. Steve’s pretty sure it’s what won Eddie over in the end.
So what’s gonna happen when the very foundation of their relationship is pulled out from under them? Will Eddie go looking for someone else to listen to music alongside? Lord knows there are plenty of men who would die to be in Steve’s shoes.
Unsure of where else to go for reassurance, he decides that when he stops crying maybe he'll drive to Jeff's.
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When Steve tried to remember the first time he noticed things getting bad, he pictured a concert. It was a warm summer night, a few years back.
August 1990: Two years ago.
The final chord of the concert rang out across the stadium and vibrated through Steve. The drummer smashed a conclusion to the encore, sweat falling from his hairline. It was loud, so loud. Steve was flinching and wincing all night.
He and Eddie were pushed up snugly against the barricade in front of the stage; warm bodies caging them in. Really, Eddie was at the point in his music career where he needed to have security with him in a crowd like this, but he thought donning sunglasses and wearing his hair twisted up into a bun cut it as a "sufficient disguise." Steve was only slightly annoyed to admit that it was, in fact, sufficient because no fans had approached them. Eddie sacrificed his comfort for the evening to wear a long-sleeved shirt that covered all of his demobat scars. They were one of the defining features of his on-stage persona. Those and his tattoos, probably.
And despite the fact that Eddie definitely could have pulled backstage access for them to watch the concert more comfortably, he always insisted on watching it like an audience member. "The experience is completely different," Eddie had argued, and yeah, Steve wasn’t disputing that.
The crowd roared as the band bid everyone a good night, and the stage lights went out conclusively. Sweaty bodies started pushing their way out of the stadium, away from Steve. He finally felt like he could breathe again, but boy were his ears ringing. He blinked at the crowd moving towards the exits when he felt clammy fingers wrap around his bicep and squeeze excitedly.
He looked over, and Eddie was beaming, practically bouncing with the adrenaline of seeing one of his favorite bands live. He looked like the zealous, music-obsessed kid that Steve fell in love with a handful of years ago and not the well-adjusted musician who had met or performed with nearly all of his role models by then. He had been so excited for the show, and by the looks of it, it was everything Eddie hoped it would be and more. Eddie pulled him towards the exit, keeping his head down so they could get home quickly.
"My ears are ringing really bad," Steve complained.
"Mine too," Eddie giggled and pumped his fist. He was celebrating as if ringing ears were an accomplishment. "That speaker setup was on another level." Steve nodded; his ears would be fine... probably.
"You had a good time?" Steve just wanted to hear about how much Eddie loved it because then the headache he’d probably get later wouldn't hurt so bad.
"Amazing time! Best concert yet, I think. So glad you were there with me." Eddie pushed down his sunglasses and blinked at Steve with big, shiny eyes. The headache would be worth it.
When they got home, Eddie ushered them both into the bathroom, pushed the shower knob on, and started stripping. He threw his clothes messily onto the counter. Steve followed, much less enthusiastically.
Eddie’s a big, fiery ball of energy; his social battery gets charged when he’s pushed around in big crowds and surrounded by loud music. Steve is the opposite; he’s always drained down to nothing by the end of a concert because he worries about Eddie's safety the whole time. He makes an effort to wear a smile, though, so Eddie doesn’t have to worry about whether or not Steve is having a good time.
Eddie pulled him into the satisfyingly warm water and immediately wrapped his tattooed arms around Steve’s waist. Steve fell back against the cold tiled wall, which made him hiss and arch away from it. Eddie leaned down to press heated kisses down his jaw and neck. When he got to the meat of Steve's shoulder, Eddie bit down softly.
His hands slowly migrated from the dimples of Steve's back down to his ass. With a cheek in either palm, Eddie squeezed greedily and pulled their bodies together. He moaned into Steve's shoulder. Steve didn’t hear the moan; he only felt it, vibrating against him. His ears were still ringing.
"Eddie?" Steve asked softly. Eddie hummed in acknowledgment. "I don't think I want to have sex tonight. Can we take a normal shower, maybe? Please?"
Eddie pulled back with a startled expression. His hands retreated to rest on the wall on either side of Steve.
"Oh fuck, Steve. I'm sorry." Eddie searched Steve's eyes. "I should have asked; I'm sorry."
Steve felt guilty about making Eddie feel guilty, but honestly, he was worried about himself. He’s got health-related anxiety now, after years of living with his worrywart best friend, Robin, and consistently uncovering new side effects of upside-down related injuries. So the fact that his ears were ringing more intensely than they ever had before, made him nervous.
"It's okay," Steve assured him, but he felt small and kind of fragile. Steve just wanted to go to sleep.
"Want me to get out and give you some space?" Eddie asked with his hand already pushing back the curtain, ready to step out.
Steve shook his head and reached for the shampoo bottle. He grabbed Eddie's wrist and squeezed a dollop into his palm. Eddie always used more shampoo than him, had much more hair after all. Steve did the same to his own palm and started massaging it in. He could feel Eddie watching his back, probably with sad puppy dog eyes.
Steve made his shower a short one instead of going through his whole five-step process. He just shampooed his hair and stepped out, leaving Eddie alone under the hot spray of water.
He dressed himself in oversized baggy sweats, which made him feel like he was in control of himself again, for some reason. He cozied up on his side of the bed and nuzzled his face into his pillow for comfort.
It wasn't long until Steve felt the bed sink next to him. He turned his head to face Eddie and squinted against the lamplight coming from the bedside table. His man was still wrapped up in a towel, hair dripping onto his own pillow. Eddie brought a hand up to gently pet Steve's arm with the back of his index finger in a little windshield-wiping motion.
"Are you okay? I'm really sorry for pushing and not asking. I feel bad."
Steve shook his head. "You're fine, don't even worry 'bout it. I just have a lot on my mind. Wasn't feeling it."
"Did you not like the concert?" Eddie sounds crestfallen as he reaches down to wrap the towel more snugly around himself.
"Always have so much fun with you, baby. I'm just tired is all. 'Kay?" Steve knew that the concert would be ruined in Eddie's mind if he found out Steve didn't really like it. So Steve always kept those thoughts locked away deep in the caverns of his mind. He would do just about anything to make Eddie happy anyway.
Eddie nodded and stood up to put on a pair of boxers.
"Alright," he responded, and Steve resolutely ignored the panic of how little of Eddie's voice he could hear. He tried to assure himself it would be better in the morning.
The ringing in his ears was gone when he woke up, which calmed him enough to ignore his hearing-related issues for a while. He's good at ignoring his problems.
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April 1991 - A year ago.
Steve was studying, believe it or not.
When the band first moved out to California, Steve took up a job waiting tables at a chain restaurant that he never wanted to think about again. It was well and truly traumatic.
Tired of being yelled at for minimum wage pay, Steve finally sat down and listened to Eddie list off some career options he reckoned his boyfriend might enjoy. Steve hated when people told him what he should do with his life. Eddie wasn't telling or demanding, Steve had to remind himself, he was just suggesting.
Steve was still deciding what he wanted to do. Eddie assured him there was no rush, but he feels useless if he’s not making strides toward some sort of focused career. He was speeding his way towards an undergraduate degree at a state school on Eddie's dime and flirting with the idea of becoming a physical therapist. He didn't know if he could handle that much education, though.
That afternoon, Steve had been thumbing through a stack of notecards for an anatomy exam he had the next morning. It was a Nancy Wheeler-approved study method.
He paused when the phone rang. Steve rushed into the kitchen and answered with his signature, "Munson Residence, this is Steve." It made him smile every time. He liked to pretend that he was a Munson too.
He heard a garbled voice on the other end, but he was pretty sure it was Eddie calling from JFK airport.
"I'm so sorry, I can't hear you. Could you talk a tad louder, please?" Steve asked politely just in case it was someone calling Eddie on business.
"Hi baby," he could subtly make out.
"Hi Teddy, what's up with you?" Steve responded, curling the phone cord around his finger.
"I have bad news; my flight got delayed, so we'll actually be in at one... not eleven. And I know you have class in the morning-"
"I'll be there, it's no problem," Steve confirmed.
"Are you sure? We can-" Eddie cut off, and Steve pushed his ear impossibly closer to the phone. "Oops, Grant says I'm talking too loud..." and Eddie got quieter. Steve couldn't hear what he said next, but he guessed it was something about finding another way to get home.
"I'll be there. Okay? Don't worry about me. I’ll see you soon, baby. I love you."
"Okay, love you. See you soon." Eddie chirped back.
Steve mounted the phone onto the receiver and trudged back over to the couch. He wondered if it would be a better use of his time to continue studying for his test tomorrow or nap so that he wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning. High school Steve would have chosen to sleep, so he decided to study.
Steve pulled the van up and parked it right in front of the American Airlines door a little before 1 am. He waited and waited and motherfucking waited. He should have brought his flashcards, dammit. He did, however, buy one of those bouquets of black-dyed roses that Eddie loves. It was set carefully on the passenger seat next to him, waiting for Eddie.
Steve had to drive a few loops around the airport because it wasn't until around 1:45 am that the band exploded out through the airport doors with luggage in tow. Steve got out to help them pack it all into the back. There were a few teenage boys standing near the street, staring at the band with wide eyes.
Please, Steve begged the universe, do not approach or ask for something silly like an autograph.
"Hi, Sweetness," Eddie crooned. He gave Steve a friendly-looking, publicly acceptable hug to tide them both over until they got home. "Missed you so much." Eddie stepped back and threw his suitcase into the trunk, slamming the back door shut as the other guys squeezed into their seats.
Eddie lit up when he opened the passenger-side door and saw the bouquet. He grabbed his roses and held them up to his face to hide his smile. Gareth and Grant teased him in the backseat. Jeff stared on wistfully.
"Baggage claim take a while?" Steve asked while pulling away from the curb.
"No, not really. We kinda sped out of there," Eddie confirmed. How can that be right? They were forty minutes late.
"You said you were gonna get in at 1," Steve argued.
"1:30, I said 1:30," Eddie responded as he turned back to confirm it with his friends. "I said 1:30, right?" Steve looked in the rearview mirror to see Grant's curly hair bob up and down with an over-the-top nod.
Oh, well, fuck.
"Must have misheard, my bad," Steve dismissed as he made his way through airport traffic. He felt Eddie's eyes on him. He was being watched with a concerned expression. He shrugged it off.
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May 9, 1992 - three days ago
Thank God it was Saturday, Steve thought contentedly, wiggling in the warmth of the bed. He threaded his fingers through Eddie's, which were splayed across his stomach possessively, even while asleep. Steve luxuriated in the simplicity of having no pressing or immediate responsibilities. He was surprised when Eddie squeezed his tummy. He turned over to see Eddie wide awake and watching him.
"Oh hi, didn't know you were awake yet," Steve rolled onto Eddie's chest and pressed gentle kisses to the tattoos inked across Eddie’s collarbone and shoulder. Eddie grabbed Steve's chin and lifted his face so that they were both looking at each other. He looked upset.
"I've been talking to you." Uh oh. This might be the tipping point. Eds might finally bring up the thing they'd both been blissfully ignoring. "I'm worried about you, Sweetness. About your hearing."
Yep. Steve sighed and flopped backward onto the sheets. He wished he could sink into them. There went his relaxing morning. Eddie chased him. He sat up and leaned over, placing a warm palm on Steve's cheek and tugging on Steve's earlobe.
"Maybe we should make a doctor's appointment." Which Eddie should have known was absolutely going to be met with one of Steve's dramatic eye-rolls.
"It's gonna cost a million dollars for them to tell me I have a little hearing loss. I'm not gonna do that." Steve didn’t have health insurance, much to everyone's chagrin.
"There could be things to prevent it from getting worse," Eddie suggested softly because he knew Steve was tender about perceived weaknesses. And then Steve realized that his hearing issues had probably become inconvenient to everyone around him, but they'd been too nice to say anything until now.
If Eddie didn't want to drag this out, then fine. Steve could suck it up and go see a doctor.
"Okay," Steve agreed, and Eddie gave him a relieved smile and a kiss on the forehead.
"Thought that would take a lot more convincing. Let's get you in sometime this week, that sound good?" Eddie asked and scooted down the bed to pad off to the bathroom.
It did not sound good. The whole reason he had been pushing off the diagnosis he knew was coming was because it would probably send Eddie running. He was trying to savor his limited time left in this bed.
#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#steve x eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#soft eddie munson#hurt/comfort#steddie fluff#Hard of Hearing#deafness#eddie munson is a sweetheart#rock star eddie munson#brief mention of sex
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“Skating is a lifestyle man..not for everyone.”
Summary: You and Clyde go on a late night skating session
Warnings?!: mentions of drugs,fluff,mention of blood,mention of Adult magazines.
Parings: Clyde x rebel fem reader
Note: I have NOT watched this movie, so don’t be mad if it’s not accurate.
Clyde was at home reading porno with music blaring in the background as he smoked weed. There was a loud knock on his door that caught him off guard ,as he looked at the window hearing another loud knock. As he slowly got up grabbing the bat next to his bed as he slowly approached the window until he heard…
“Come on b*tch boy let me in!!” You said pounding on the window with your skateboard in the other hand.
As Clyde went to go open the window ,with the bat in his hand.
“Were you seriously about to swing on me with a bat?” You asked
“If I needed to I guess.” He said slightly embarrassed
As you came in the window, putting down your skateboard and flopping on his bed. As you see his porno on his bed.
“Ew, you were fucking reading this cheap shit?” You asked jokingly
“I wasn’t reading it you dumbass, I was browsing. What are you doing here anyways, it’s 2 fucking am.” He said snatching the porno away from you.
“Oh shit right, wanna go skate?” You asked getting up from his bed.
“Skate?! It’s 2 fucking am.” He said with a confused look
“And?”
“Let me go grab my board.” He said leaving his room.
As he left you in the room, you saw the blunt on his bed and grabbed it putting it to your mouth. Clyde came back in the room with his skateboard but, he was looking for something.
“Whatcha looking for bitch boy?” You say with the blunt in your mouth.
“You fucking bitch, why did you steal my blunt?!”
“I was thirsty.” You said not thinking much about it
“What.”
As you shrugged. “We gonna go or not grandma?”
“Yeah yeah whatever let’s go.”
As you and Clyde went out the front door and, started to skate down the road. While you and Clyde were skating down a quiet road you saw a liquor store.
“Want a slushy?” You asked Clyde
“Fuck it.”
As you and Clyde skated to the liquor store grabbing a slurpy and anything your high mind wanted.
You and Clyde went up to the cashier putting the stuff down on the counter.
“The total is $60.88 cents” the cashier said to you and Clyde
As you and Clyde stood there awkwardly.
“Where’s the money?” Clyde asked
“I’m broke.”
“Oh my fucking god.”
As you grabbed the stuff that you could fit into your arms ,and ran out the store not paying. As Clyde stood there for about five seconds before, grabbing the rest of the stuff and running out the door.
After, Clyde caught up with you on your skateboard.
“What the fuck was that!” Clyde said
“What? I was hungry.”
After you two made it to the skatepark ,you sat on the edge of a skate ramp eating your snacks. “You know I could have paid for it right?” Clyde said
“Yeah but, we got free food now so a win is a win.” You said eating one of the snacks you got. Clyde and you were now chilling as he had his head in your lap as you smoked a blunt. (If you don’t wanna smoke then you are eating some of your snacks)
“Babe” Clyde said
“Yea?” You looked down at him
“You smell like my girlfriend.”
“I am your girlfriend dumbass.”
“Oh.”
As you tried to open another snack, you cut open your finger and blood started to drip down your arm.
“Oh my fucking god, this won’t open.” You said still trying to open it but, this time with your teeth.
“I think you’re bleeding.” Clyde said being high as fuck. As you got the snack opened.
“Oh fuck yeah!” As you started to eat some. “Ew this shit sucks ass” as you threw the snack somewhere.
Clyde got up from your lap and drank some of his slushy.
“Babe.” Clyde said
“Yea?”
“Love you.” Clyde said
“Love you too loser.”
End of story. Just me yapping..
Heyyy, thank you guys for liking my other story. I take requests always and, I will try to write a story everyday because I find it fun. Anyways peace out
#rory culkin x reader#rory culkin smut#jack thurlow smut#charlie walker#rory culkin#Clyde x reader#bliss#euronymous x reader#fanfic
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Joker Out frontman revealed what his fans gave him, one gift is special to him: "I always carry it with me in my bag."
"I even have it with me now because it really touched me", said the singer of the band, Bojan Cvjetićanin.
Written by: Marija Pavić
From Poland to the Czech Republic then again to Croatia comes Joker Out as part of their tour this year. Although they have performed in Croatia five times this year (in Umag, Varaždin and three times in Zagreb), the Slovenian band will have their last gig in Croatia this year in Rijeka on November 24th in Pogon Kulture.
From Eurovision their fanbase has grown, and with that comes even more concerts, more traveling, and more gifts. Toys, sunglasses, bracelets with lettering, and bras are just some of the things that fly to the stage to the boys from Joker Out. And while fangirls are fighting for attention from one of the members, one succeeded.
"They throw letters for us on stage. Those are always lovely to read and they really write some things that have power and great impact, on me especially. In my bag I have one letter that I carry with me now because it really touched me", the frontman of the band, Bojan Cvjetićanin, told In Magazin.
Joker Out is experiencing what they once dreamed of when they were created. Gigs are held all across Europe so Bojan said that they learned what it means to not sleep, wake up at three in the morning to catch a train or flight, but also that they still have a lot more to learn.
For the single "Carpe Diem", they recieved a gold record in Finland, and Käärijä, the Finnish representative at Eurovision, joined them at their concerts. "At the beginning, he was supposed to join us only in Helsinki, but he offered to go with us on our trip around Finland and we had a great time, and he was a part of the band during those three days," explained Cvjetićanin.
The band is planning to move to London for a while, where they will work on new songs. They are planning a new album next year, in three languages. "We are going there to collect inspiration, we want to change our enviroment a bit, throw away our phones, have some space, some new chaos as well as new peace, so we will create new music and in the end record new music," said the singer of the band Joker Out.
Original article Written by: Marija Pavić for jutarnji list
English translation by: IG @ itslublue_
Proof read by: TWT @klámstrákur
#joker out#bojan cvjeticanin#jan peteh#kris gustin#nace jordan#jure macek#bojan cvjetićanin#kris guštin#jokeroutsubs
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A request if the mood strikes:
I would just like to bring Lockwood a cup of tea in bed. That small kindness. Maybe he is wearing his pajamas or maybe he isn't :)
Thankyou, love @teaandransacking
—peace
pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader
summary: y/n is all that lockwood needs, especially in the quiet moments
warnings: some angst, but overall relatively peaceful, got carried away by the song
note: this turned depressing really fast.. sorry.. feel like I'm missing to write angst (feel free to request)
@teaandransacking I hope you like it, as you see I got a bit carried away... like always :) and wow.. I managed to only mention his name twice.. must be a new record
"hey" you smiled softly, opening the door to your favourite boys room.
"hello, darling" he grinned as he noticed your form and the mug you were holding
he was sitting in his bed, wearing his favourite pink pyjamas. you closed the door and set the mug down on his nightstand. "it's your favourite" you exclaimed "just how you like it"
"thank you" he beamed. he lifted the covers so you could slip under. your head went onto his chest and you watched as he took a sip from his mug
you know today wasn't easy for him. it was the day his parents had died all those years ago and your heart would break every second you saw him suffer. you had known him for a few years, and you knew that he would always spend that day in bed. he didn't mind your company though.
"you know that I am here" you said "any time you want to talk, or any time you just want to say nothing. I'll always be here"
"I know" he leaned over and kissed you on the hair "you keep my heart warm"
you knew what he meant by that. your heart felt always warm when you were spending time with him. you would often find yourselves just laying together in his bed or sitting in the library, him reading his magazines and you reading a book. there wasn't much you needed, always finding the most love in the quiet moments.
although you knew that he was everything to you, you often feared that you couldn't make up for the things he had lost. "I'm never really sure if I can give you the peace that you long for" you muttered
Anthony looked down at you and his eyes grew soft as he caught yours, the soft green melting into his dark brown. "oh, darling" he smiled, like you had just questioned such a simple concept "of course you can never give me the peace I need"
you heart sank at that and your eyes teared up a bit
"don't you understand?" his voice was tender "you're my peace"
you smiled at that, raising your head and looking in the face of the boy you had loved for years. "then all I can give you is myself"
"that's all I ever need"
you returned to the silence. it always felt comfortable and natural between you two. Anthony was sipping his tea and you watched him fondly. because of him you knew that love wasn't just for show. you could find it in the quiet moments, chasing each other through dreams and silence. finding each other holding hands, when you sensed that the other wasn't well, without saying a word.
you didn't want to keep your relationship a secret and you didn't, but you knew that when it counted, your love was tender, it was happy, quiet even.
and if it meant to keep him safe and all his sorrows away, you knew that you would die for him in secret.
#anthony lockwood x you#anthony lockwood imagine#anthonylockwood#anthony lockwood#anthony lockwood x reader#cameron chapman#lucy carlyle#george karim#lockwood netflix#lockwood and co netflix#netflix#reader insert#ali hadji heshmati#ruby stokes#ghost hunting#lizzy writes#wordsarelifewrites
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piano lessons
pairing: jay (enhypen) + reader (fem.)
genre: non-idol!au, (kind of?) college!au, fluff, meet cute
warnings: none!
word count: ~2.3K
synopsis: working at a music shop has its perks, like meeting cute boys who can play guitars 🤭🎸
a/n: my first fic back!! woohoo!! i hope you guys like this, i only read through it twice, so there might be some proofreading mistakes. please forgive me 😇 enjoy! 🫶🏻
a/n: for reference, this fic is heavily inspired by these tiktoks [ tiktok #1 & tiktok #2 ] and [ this ] is the song jay is playing 👍🏻
posted: july 13, 2023
Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays were usually the slowest days at your job. You worked at the local music retail shop, spending most of your shifts just cashing people out, organizing instruments and equipment, or re-alphabetizing the store’s music catalog. It didn’t pay that well, but it was enough to keep you busy and get you through college.
On most days it was fine; the only real downside being dealing with older people who didn’t understand some logistics of the instruments or the younger know-it-alls that tried to mansplain the equipment you sold daily. Another downside was having to listen to people tune the instruments to their liking and/or play them awkwardly in the middle of the store.
You understood why they did it; they just want to get a feel for the instruments they want to buy. But most people either were beginners who played awfully or intermediate players who didn’t play nearly as good as they thought they did. After almost a year of working at your location, you had gotten used to the sound of the store’s center speakers being hooked up to various instruments while people tested out the sound quality or other logistics of their instruments. Today was no different.
You were in the middle of organizing some invoices at the register on a late, gloomy Tuesday afternoon in the middle of September. The faint buzz of the center speakers humming to life on the other side of the store caught your attention, but you went back to focusing on your task at hand. There was only a handful of people in the store at the moment, so it was pretty quiet aside from the very soft jazz music emitting from the speakers in the corners of the store.
After a moment of peace, the center speakers crackled. You prepared to be annoyed for the next five to ten minutes by some young kid about to play some Nirvana riff very amateurishly. However, you were surprised when the opposite happened. A single, short, sweet strum on an electric guitar rang through the shop. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, just enough so that you could hear it from across the room. You didn’t recognize the melody that soon followed, but it was pleasant to your ears.
It was a very relaxed, R&B sound. The sound was so calming. It fit perfectly with the gray clouds and drizzling rain outside the shop. Like a soundtrack to a movie scene. You decided you had to see who this talented musician was.
You picked up a vinyl that needed to be put back in that area, and decided to use that as your excuse to go be nosey. Throughout your walk there you noticed that the elderly couple you had seen earlier was now gone, leaving very few patrons left. There was one guy who seemed to be in his mid-40’s browsing through the CD collections. And there was a high school-aged girl looking through the magazines by the door. Other than that, it was just you and your mystery guitar player.
The soulful music continued to play, growing louder as you got closer to the source. You turned the corner of the shelf just behind the speakers that the music was coming from. Your eyes travelled up to see a boy about your age. You were getting a somewhat side profile of him, but he was admittedly very handsome.
He had black hair that looked soft and untouched by the rain from outside. Rimless glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. His jawline looked as though it was sculpted by an artist. He wore average-looking clothes—khaki pants, dark blue graphic t-shirt, unbuttoned denim shirt, and converse. One of his ears were covered by the chunky headphones he brought with him, presumably listening to the song he was trying to play. You found it odd that he wasn’t using sheet music, like most people did. Perhaps he played better by ear?
The sound of the bell above the door ringing made you jump, but it was only the high school girl leaving. You clutched the vinyl in your hand, remembering that that’s what you were supposed to be doing: finding it’s home. You turned to the shelf beside you, thumbing through the albums until you found the spot you needed. The albums thumped to one side as you slid the vinyl into place before they were pushed gently back together in harmony.
It seemed the song was coming to an end, so you stood in place as the boy wrapped up the tune he was playing so elegantly. When he finished, he started inspecting the tuning pegs on the guitar in his lap. Your feet were moving before your brain could stop them. The inside of your throat felt like it was closing, but you still somehow managed to speak.
Softly, you praised him, “That was amazing.”
Dread filled your body when he didn’t so much as even look at you. Nothing signaled that he heard you, so you cleared your throat and tried again. Only this time, you took another step closer to him.
“That was amazing,” you repeated a bit louder than before.
This time he heard you, his head whipping around as if you startled him. You quickly apologized, but he shook his head.
“No, you’re fine. I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I just said that was amazing, what you played. You’re really talented.”
“Oh,” maybe it was your imagination, but it looked like the lobe of his ear was turning red. His foot fidgeted on the bar at the bottom of the stool he sat on. The fluorescent lighting in the shop casted a white glare on the edge of his glasses when he looked at you, but you could still see his brown eyes clear as day, “Thanks.”
“Was it yours?”
“Was what mine?”
“The song,” you busied yourself by picking up the sheet music left behind by previous patrons of the day and putting them back in the folder where your boss kept them. He reached up and moved the headphones down from his ears to rest around his neck.
“No,” he shook his head, “It’s a Frank Ocean song. Have you heard of him?”
“I can’t say I have,” you confessed, “But it was a beautiful song. I’ll have to look it up later so I can get the full experience of it.”
“You should. The, uh, album that it’s from is great. It’s called Blonde,” he continued to twist and tune the pegs at the end of the guitar’s neck. His fingers were proficient and gentle; you assumed that was from years of skill crafting.
“How long have you played guitar for?”
“About 5 years?” his face expressed that he was trying to recall the moment he started.
“Wow, I figured you might be a prodigy or something. You sound like a seasoned player.”
Now his ears were definitely red; there was no way it was a trick of your mind. The same rosy color also looked like it was spreading across the apples of his cheeks. His lips twitched from holding back the bashful smile that wanted to appear. He adjusted himself on his seat, getting a better grip on the instrument in his lap, “Thank you, but I’m no prodigy. Do you play anything?”
“I took a few piano lessons when I was little,” you shrugged, fingertips mindlessly and quietly tapping on top of the speaker in front of you. An almost silent hum still thrummed from it, “But I don’t play much anymore.”
“Well, if you’d like some lessons in the near future, I know a guy who’d be willing to teach you for free,” he spoke as he stood from the stool and carefully placed the Paul Reed Smith guitar back on its stand a few feet away.
“For free? Is he doing volunteer work or something?” you teased, eyes accidentally meeting his as he returned to pick up his keys from the stand he left them on. The same stand that held the speaker you were previously tapping on. You wanted to look away, but his eyes almost held you in their gaze.
“No, but he doesn’t mind teaching pretty girls like you.”
Your breath hitched for a second, and heat rushed into your cheeks. Was he seriously hitting on you? More importantly, was it working? You had to avert your eyes.
“Oh,” you mentally kicked yourself when the shy smile took over your lips, “Does he live around here? I might consider, if he’s not too far.”
“He lives in college town actually. Are you familiar with it?” his keys made a jingling noise as he swiftly slipped them into the back pockets of his pants. You watched with a twinkle in your eye as he used the same hand to carelessly card his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, it’s not too far from me actually. Does this guy know Frank Ocean’s music too? I think I’d like to hear some of that on the piano,” you said, walking alongside him as he started to walk towards the front of the store. The rain was still coming down, barely. The droplets were sparse, but the gray clouds remained, just as dark and gloomy as ten minutes ago, “I like the R&B sound of it.”
“I’m sure he’d love to play some R&B music for you on his piano,” he smirked a little, secretly loving this back-and-forth with you. He didn’t want it to end, but he did have plans with his friends soon, “I think he knows one or two Frank Ocean songs.”
“That’s good. Well, this guy sounds decent. Do you have his number? I’ll have to send him a text to set up a piano lesson with him.”
He nodded, so you took the few steps over to the front desk, pulling a notepad and pen out from next to the register. You tore the top sheet off that had scribbles of invoice numbers and customer information. Then you handed the pad and pen to him, folding the torn paper in your hands as you watched him jot down the phone number for you. He handed it back, and you carefully tore that paper out too before slipping it into your pocket where your phone rested.
“Thanks,” you walked him to the door, only now realizing that you were the only two people left in the shop. Were you really that wrapped up in this boy to notice the older guy leaving? Did he really captivate you that much? You supposed he did.
He pushed the door open, stepping out onto the sidewalk, “I guess I’ll see you around then.”
Some little voice in the back of your mind let out a sigh, expressing its disappointment of his departure. Another voice in there exclaimed a reminder to you.
“Wait!” you called out, causing the dark-haired boy to turn back towards you. He was already yards away, but you could still tell the weather was starting to make his glasses fog up, “You never told me this guy’s name.”
He smiled again, “It’s Jay. Sorry.”
You nodded in understanding, and he stopped you before you could go back inside.
“What’s your name? I should probably let him know so he can expect your text,” he reasoned, his hands burying themselves in the pockets of his denim shirt. The heel of his converse scuffed the wet concrete as he shifted his foot nervously.
“_________.”
Now he was the one nodding, “Got it. I’ll tell him to look out for a text from ________, the pretty music shop girl.”
“Thanks a lot,” you waved him off, the smile on your lips refusing to leave even after the door closed behind you. Even after a glance out the door confirmed he was so far down the sidewalk that he was now out of sight. You hummed that melodic tune he played to yourself as you started to think of what tasks still needed to be done. You had the whole shop all to yourself, and there was still a couple hours left until closing.
You decided to hijack the store’s AUX, hooking up your phone. You went to your music player, typing in ‘Blonde’ and picking the first option that came up. You let the album play from the top, immediately nodding your head along to the beat that began to play. He has good music taste, you thought to yourself.
For the remainder of your shift, you enjoyed the music playing. The store had no more customers after he left, which made for a quick and easy closing. The rain was done by the time you were locking up, which you were thankful for. Once you got to your car, you pulled your phone from your pocket along with the written digits pressed against it.
You debated acting on your thoughts so soon, but decided to do so anyway. Your fingertips tapped against your keyboard swiftly, typing the phone number into the messaging app. The cursor blinked as you thought of what to say. It took a minute or two, but you finally sent a message you deemed good enough.
you: hi, is this jay? a friend of mine said you could give me free piano lessons, is that true?
jay: is this _______?
you: it is 😊
jay: well, i have some good news and bad news
you: okay…
jay: i can give you piano lessons, but they won’t be free
you: oh, okay. what’s your price, then?
jay: for first lessons, it’ll cost you one dinner date at any local restaurant of your choosing. is that within your budget?
you: i think i can make that work. is saturday okay with you?
jay: saturday is perfect, actually!
you: cool, i’ll update you when i decide what restaurant we’ll go to 👍🏻
jay: sounds good 😊 have a good night, _______
you: goodnight, jay 🌙
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hi! it's me again 🦄 i was just listening to lost in the fire by the weeknd and i couldn't help thinking about billy hargrove. so if it gives you inspiration or you want to write something about it i won't be mad 🫶🏻
You're the only one I got my sights on
summary Billy has always been known to never be with a girl for more than one night. When whatever it was between you and him evolves into more he reassures you he only wants you - no matter his reputation.
word count 1342
tags swearing, Billy being soft, he's scareddd but doesn't wanna admit
a/n Uhm, hi..! I disappeared for like 4 months lol. Hello to everyone that's still here <3 so, @descendiente-de-la-luna I know you requested this tons of months ago, and I'm SO SORRY. I always thought the song was more about sex but I read the lyrics more thoroughly today and realized that they actually fit with Billy!!! So, thank you for this genius request and I'm super sorry it took me so long. I hope you enjoy this at least 💓
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You sighed, Heather kept repeating herself. Ever since you started your… thing with Billy she's been going on and on about how he isn't good for you because he's an asshole and because he will leave you soon.
You guessed she had reasoning to think so; after all that's exactly what he wanted everyone to see and think. He wanted to show that he could have anyone, so why would he settle for only one person?
All that may have been true, but then you came along. Sure, you guessed it was a little cliché: the bad boy falling for someone like you. Someone like you, that wasn't popular, neither disliked but at the same time no one really knew you.
"Heather," you interrupt and she stops with her rant, eyes locking on you. "What's between him and me stays between just him and me. Stop telling me what to do, it's none of your business." You weren't even really friends, you both worked at the pool and your shifts overlapped. That ended with you talking, though it was usually more of a one-sided conversation for her.
You liked the peace and quiet this job would have usually brought. The kids coming here we're either intimidated by you or generally didn't care enough to cause trouble. At first your shifts were shared with Billy.
You caught his attention when he came here the first time to see you tell off some kid because he kept running along the edges of the pool. To him, it was hilarious. The boy had probably almost wet himself from fear and embarrassment, just for you to go back to your magazine with an annoyed sigh immediately after.
He'd tried flirting with you after, making his usual crude comments and flirty remarks. But you didn't give him the reaction he wanted. You either ignored him or only answered shortly or insulted him.
But even then, it wasn't long until you slept together the first time. Two months after seeing each other almost every day your resolve broke and you slept with him after closing the pool up together. It had been a long and tiring day and when he offered you gave in.
It was probably the best lay you've had, though you'd never tell him. After that you got reassigned with Heather which you thought would be the end of your and Billy's acquaintance.
He proved differently when he came every evening to pick you up in his car after your shifts.
It made you feel more than what you usually felt; instead of dreading his presence because of the annoying flirting you anticipated it.
The car rides were filled with his loud music and at least one near accident because of his speeding. Sometimes you talked but most of the time he let you nap as he drove you home, the way to your house ingrained into his memories.
You started thanking him with cheek kisses three weeks in and he made poor attempts to cover up the blush on his cheeks. It was cute and you were falling for it. Falling for him and all of his harsh persona.
"That's right, piss off," someone drawls from behind you and seconds later an arm wraps around your hips loosely. Heather pales and leaves quickly, making you sigh in relief.
"Thanks, she's been on my ass about us for days." Billy chuckles and flicks his cigarette away, mindful of your distaste concerning his habit. "Yeah? What's this 'us'?" There's a smirk on his face and you wrap your arms around his neck with a matching one. "I don't know. You tell me?"
He laughs breathily and rests his head against your shoulder putting well-placed kisses on your neck. You sigh and let your head fall back, enjoying his gentle teasing. This either meant he was in a good mood or he just wanted to sleep with you.
You guessed the second when he cups your cheek with his big hand and looks up. "Let me stay at yours tonight, babygirl." He huskily demands - though there's question in his eyes as well.
You pretend to dwell over it but nod ultimately and drop your hands to play with the hair at the base of his neck, the curls damp with some sweat. "You're lucky you're cute."
He laughs cheekily and winks, "I'll make it worth your time?" He smirks and you laugh, hitting his chest weakly and stepping back. "Help me close this up and I'll think about it."
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When you're home later he's laying next to you, jeans discarded and leaving him in his underwear and muscle shirt.
There was a lollipop between his lips; courtesy of your strict rule against smoking whenever he was close to you. He had to busy himself otherwise, so this was your solution.
You were snoozing against his shoulder, hair pulled away from your face and neck because it was so unbearably hot. Your window was open and left some of the cooler night air in, causing a pleasant shiver when you wake up.
"You up, sleeping beauty?" He jokes and rubs his thumb over your hip bone, his arm once again around your waist.
Scoffing you yawn and stretch, your shirt riding up a little and revealing a sliver of your stomach. Alone that sight nearly made him feral, the influence you had on him was abnormal.
You lean your head against the wall behind you and sigh again, closing your eyes. "What's on your mind, pretty?" He asks, genuine concern hidden beneath his flirtatious tone.
You decide to leave your eyes closed and take his hand in yours, playing with it to distract yourself. "It's, uh… it's about whatever this," you lift your head and open your eyes gesturing between you and him with your other hand, "is. I- Jesus, you're gonna leave me for this." You chuckle sadly and move away a little, letting his hand fall back into his lap, rubbing both of yours up and down your face.
"Don't think anything is gonna make me leave you. I'm already wasting that much gas on you, as long as you haven't been fucking someone behind my back you won't get rid of me now that I have you, sweetheart." It was jokingly said but he was serious at the same time, hand back on your thigh.
"No, don't- you're making this really hard, y'know?" He grins lazily and cocks his head to the side, looking irresistibly cute with his eyes trained onto yours, waiting for you to explain.
"I…" you're trailing off, nervousness seeping off of you in waves. He calls your name and reaches to lift your head up with a hand on your chin, "I'm serious, just tell me. I promise I won't react badly."
He holds up a hand and stretches out his pinky, "What's that thing you taught me? The special promise thing?" He asks curiously and you chuckle weakly, "Pinky promise." He nods and wraps his pinky around yours, making you giggle.
"Alright, now tell me."
"Uhm, I like you. I know that's not why you're spending time with me and stuff, but I want more. I want to hold your hand and I want to go on actual dates. I want to-"
"-be a couple?" He finishes for you. You gulp and nod hesitantly. He sighs and silence stretches over you for at least a minute until he speaks up. "I'm really bad at this. You know my whole thing is not sticking with someone. I'm not good at commitment. But… I'm ready to try for you. I wouldn't have spent this much time on you if I wouldn't see myself taking you on dates, darling."
You don't really believe him so he assures you again, "Be mine. Be my girlfriend," he pulls you on top of his thighs and with a dreamy grin you lean in to kiss him, enjoying the closeness of your new found boyfriend.
"So, boyfriend. Wanna get your reward for helping me close up the pool?"
#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things imagine#stranger things x reader#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove#dacre montgomery#dacre montgomery x reader
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it's friday night and my niles/cc headcanon wants to come out and play. i can't get these two out of my head.
i imagine they're still married 25 years later, both of them with silver hair and dressed impeccably. when they married, some of cc's upper-crustiness rubbed off on niles, but only in a superficial way. she still wears chanel, dior, givenchy, versace, and looks sharp in her skirts and pantsuits with jewellery. niles' wardrobe is more or less the same except more expensive. i imagine he is recovering from hip replacement surgery, which fran contributes to niles' inability to keep his hands off his wife. he doesn't refute this, but he does tell her that cc gives as good as she gets. fran tells him he doesn't need to paint a picture.
cc and niles are back in new york, having hated california. they moved back just before becoming parents to identical twin girls. they wrote their own joke when they came out as brunettes, and their mother had to pretend not to know where the brunette genes came from. it is niles' longest running joke and even the twins, who are now 24, occasionally like to tell people they have "mummy's hair."
the twins are quite unlike their parents and cc blames this fact on the "hippie forest school" niles insisted on sending them for their elementary education where she claims they learned to tie-dye before learning to read. cc had wanted a prep school, but niles insisted on a waldorf education. cc eventually gave in, partly because niles was very convincing with his mouth and hands, and partly because deep down, she was miserable and alone in her own educational experience. she did wish niles had found a better compromise, rolling her eyes when the parents' orientation at the twins' school provided a vegan, gluten-free (and booze-free *gasp*) spread. she threatened her husband and threw him her best glares, but he promised to do that thing she really liked in the hot tub that night, so she let it be.
the twins grew and their parents doted on them, even and especially their mother. and they absolutely adored her. they think she is so funny, even though she isn't trying to be. twin #1 is a pansexual vegan in law school who once chained herself to a tree to protest cutting down the rainforest. cc was upset that her "lesbian" daughter wouldn't let her throw a coming out party and niles had to run interference. she had pouted about it for weeks, even saying she didn't mind twin #1 was vegan. coming out parties are so passé, twin #1 claimed. niles reminded cc that twin #1 was going to law school so she could defend her mother against future lawsuits from terrified choreographers, thus saving her money. niles reminded twin #1 of the 33-hour labour her mother was in to have her and her sister...and the drugs wore off during delivery. twin #1 offered to have a low key celebration at home where her parents could celebrate their "lesbian" daughter. "pansexual, mummy!" twin #1 would exclaim exasperatedly with a shadow of a smile on her mouth.
twin #2 attended her mother's alma mater, bryn mawr, but ended up being a yoga teacher-reiki master-massage therapist-ukulele teacher. she's currently taking a herbalism course and experimenting with aquaponics. she lives in a queer collective in brooklyn, sharing a house with 7 other people. cc keeps trying to give her money, but twin #2 is adament about making her own way. she did a couple of years in the peace corps, where she picked up an interest and talent for survival skills. she met bear grylls once and it was the highlight of her year.
though cc loves her family, she still finds great pleasure in terrifying chorus boys and making choreographers cry. she has headed her own production company since returning to new york after the very brief stint in california. she has been on countless magazine covers, has done dozens of interviews, received a gracie award and a few tonys (more than maxwell), as well as is a frequent guest lecturer for NYU theatre classes, putting the fear of god in all the students. she has good instincts and brains and broadway has taken notice. when maxwell moved back to new york from california a few years after leaving, he wanted to merge his company with cc's and bring her back onboard. she said no.
niles has become a writer. since marrying the love of his life, his writing has been described by critics as truly beautiful, inspirational, and creative. he writes plays and has a column in the new york times called "are you being served?" (pun intended). a few years back, he wrote a book of poetry under a pseudonym and it was a best seller. it made the new york times' best seller list for four months straight. reviews called it "erotic," a "love story for the ages," and a "gorgeous love letter."
it was all about cc.
fran read it and told him cc was a lucky lady. he'd responded that he was the lucky one.
they still throw zingers at one another, and the twins have come to appreciate a particularly good one, but they largely stay out of it. in high school, when going through a particularly difficult phase of behavioural challenges, they experimented with throwing them at their parents. however, their parents, being pros, ate them up and spit them out, making the twins wish they hadn't even bothered.
cc is currently taking some time off to help niles do rehab for his new "magical hip."
"baby, does this make me old?" he asked her, feeling self-conscious of the walker he temporarily uses to get around due to his hip replacement surgery.
"yes, but you've been old for 40 years, so this is nothing new."
"my hip is new."
"maybe i should get something new to go with it."
"you could use a facelift," he deadpanned. "sorry. old habits."
she leaned over and gave him a loving kiss, making promises of all the things they're going to do once he's healed
that's all for tonight, but they live rent-free in my head, so there's bound to be more.
#the nanny#cc babcock#cc x niles#niles the butler#niles x cc#c.c. babcock#c.c. x niles#niles x c.c.#c.c. babcock x niles#niles x c.c. babcock#niles/cc#cc/niles#niles/c.c.#c.c./niles#headcanon#fandom things#cc babcock/niles#niles/cc babcock#c.c. babcock/niles#niles/c.c. babcock#fanfiction
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Ok, I've always treated Horrance as a headcanon, but, DAMN, hear me out.
And I'm not even talking about Sparrow Ben, ok? I'm 100% talking about Umbrella Ben and his dear brother Klaus.
Ya'll must be tired of me talking about how Benny boy got visibly upset when Klaus was talking about Dave, even getting to the point of leaving to let him gossip about the guy with Diego in peace.
Or you'll say there's nothing to it when I bring up that time Ben told Klaus that "Luther" would do anything for him, when in reality Ben was talking about himself. (Luther didn't even notice Klaus died) And how that whole thing was a way for Ben to try and keep Klaus sober for longer.
I mean, we all agree they talk to each other as a mixture of brothers AND an old couple that is so fucking tired of their bulshit, but wouldn't change a thing.
And there's that whole thing about Klaus lying about Ben's presence simply because he didn't want to share him.
But as I was watching the second season this time, I picked at some things.
The other day I read someone calling Ben's crush on Jill pointless and, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I disagree. Ben wanting to stay at their cult to hang around her is him mirroring Klaus wanting to leave to be around Dave. Think how nonsense those two are: Klaus is the one who fits being a cult leader and Ben is the one who'd say he's taking advantage of people. But Klaus hates it in there and Ben is the whole reason the cult was able to be built.
Klaus AND Ben knows that it would be better for Jill and Dave if they don't follow what they're currently doing. But Ben doesn't want Jill to leave, selfishly. And Klaus doesn't want Dave to leave, selfishlessly. Which is ridiculous, if you think about how Klaus is mostly the selfish one and Ben is the opposite.
Jill is a lot like Klaus. She's a dissappointment to her family, she uses drugs, she is very open about sex...
Dave, on the other hand, is a lot like Ben. He's serious, he's well mannered, he's thoughtful. He follows his family's ideals in a way that leads him to death... And he likes books, like the nerd he is.
OH, you say, but Jill likes reading too. Ben likes watching her read.
And that's true, yes, but we also know, from season 1, that Klaus and Ben read together. Even when we first see them in 1963, Ben calls Klaus over for him to look at a magazine. It's funny, because Klaus is paying more attention to the guy on the cover, but if you think about this reaction, you get that Ben pointing out what Klaus should grab for them to read is something they're used to. Just like he asks Ben what they should eat.
Ben took notice of Jill because Klaus was too busy with new paople and he was left to the side. Klaus fell for Dave because Ben was not there to occupy his own place.
The cult is their baby and thats one of the reasons Ben is so angry when Klaus goes after baby Dave. The other reason is jealousy, which is the same reason he keeps on interrupting Klaus.
BUT OK, If you've been following my posts for a while, you must've seen me saying these at some point.
The thing I DIDN'T notice was how much they go about dicks and sex? like, FOR WHAT REASON, MAN?
First of all, when Ben steals Klaus' body in that dinner with Reginald, Klaus says with all his words that he was violated.
Then, when he decides to lend Ben the body, he shares his ground rules. "No touchy-touchy down there." he says as Ben rolls his eyes. "I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind." He corrects. "Just don't look, because I'm shy."
The first thing Ben does when he gets inside the body is to look inside Klaus' pants.
Later, when they're talking about the experience (and I must say the way Ben asks how Klaus felt sounds almost like pillowtalk) , Klaus says if felt like sex in a way that is pretty dismissive, I agree, but he says that whatching Ben's every move as he listens. And when Ben tells him how he felt, which was not so weirdly sexual, but still a lot about touching things, Klaus listens leaning against him and without taking his eyes from him.
That dialog, for me, looks like Klaus is flirting, yes, and he's not so sure if its jokingly or not, so he's just owning. Ben, who knows shit about flirsting, is just genuinely into the conversation.
And we can see they're comfortable with sharing things with each other, which is so sweet.
BRAS, YOU'RE STILL REPEATING OTHER POSTS
I know, sorry.
On that flashback where we see Klaus calling Ben back, the FIRST THING he offers Ben is for him to watch as Klaus sticks his dick inside their dad's car for him to piss there. Which is in no way sexual, but is still a childish reason for Klaus to show his dick to Ben.
Just like telling him not to made Ben look at his penis as soon as he got the body.
Soon after the flashback, when they're discussing what to do and Viktor goes to call Sissy, Alisson calls out how Diego and Luther seem to be in a dick measuring contest. To which Klaus starts adding that, for real, he and Ben--
Which I'm assuming is that they did that more than once.
That homoerotic tension of wanting to place your dick besides your bro's just to see how they look together. I mean, who's got the bigger one.
Second season is so fucking Horrancey it makes me embarrassed.
The whole parallel of Ben punching Klaus/Dave punching Klaus and again Ben punching Klaus, but this time sparrow Ben...
Even the whole thing that Dave punches Klaus because Klaus is acting like he knows him and he freaks out in front of his family is exactly the same thing that happens to Sparrow Ben.
And maybe one of the main reasons Klaus is the first one to let go of simping over Sparrow Ben was because of what happened to Dave last season. He knows this Ben could turn into his favorite person, given the time, but he's just probably fuck things up, so why bother?
This Ben still doesn't know he loves Klaus.
Anyway.
Klaus and Ben are that weird teenager friendship that was almost but not exactly a romantic relationship but somehow ended in bad terms when one of them got a real bf.
that's what's happening that season.
#tua#horrance#klaus hargreeves#ben hargreeves#klaus and ben#i didn't put much new things#I guess I just rewatched that shit too many times#but they do enjoy showing each other their penises#which is pretty gay if you ask me
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Quiz
Warning: none, I think. Let me know please.
MB stands for Mama Bear, the reader's nickname.
+ 550 words no proofread.
A/N: It's @princessmisery666 fault with her quiz who is your soa boy. 😑
The sound of your voice couldn’t reach him. You called him again and again, but it was like he was deaf and around a minute or two, standing next to him he finally look at you with sadness and horror in his eyes.
- “Hi! Did you know women could feel pain, a week before and a week after their period. And the pain during it, is equivalent to a heart attack for a man. This is awful. You barely have just a few days of peace. It sucks, man.”
- “And did you know that I broke my water several minutes ago, but you were so deeply focused on this magazine you never heard me calling you.”
- “You what?” He tried to understand looking at your belly and noticed you were dry. “Fuck! Babe, you should yell or snatch this stupid magazine instead of watching me. Where are the bags again? Wait here? I’m looking for the keys."
- “Where do you think I could go in my condition?”
- “Don’t panic babe, everything is going to be okay! Where are these stupid keys.” He growled.
You were looking at your Grizzly running and swearing into the house and throwing away pillows, stuff or unfolded clothes laid in the hallway. From time to time he heard some rattling but didn’t realize they were in your hand and you played with.
- “Kenny farted in the car and it’s getting hot even with windows open. Um .. MB? What’s daddy doing?” Asked Ellie, concerned about the mess, in the living room, absent when she left the house approximately ten minutes ago. “Daddy! She has the keys in her hand. Can we go now?”
- “It was funny.” You said, following your stepdaughter.
- “We should've been in the hospital for a while now, why are you playing like kids? Ugh!”
Opie’s head appeared on the frame of the door to understand what was going on, squinted at the keys you rolled between your fingers. He wasn’t amused at all. He snatched them, kissed your forehead and drove to the hospital in silence while you couldn’t stop laughing about how cute and funny and panicked, he was.
Hours later of work and you gave birth to an amazing, beautiful and healthy girl, you could rest but you saw something in your husband’s bag. It took all your attention that time it was you who didn’t hear him coming into the room.
Sure, it was the middle of the night, the kids wanted to stay with you and they were sleeping on a futon, but it was like Opie spawned from nowhere, you bit your lips to hold back a scream.
- “I can’t believe you did that without me!” You showed him the magazine opened on a quiz page and the betrayal in your voice hurt him. “You did it wrong. See, on which planet you are like Freddy Krueger, at least as a tough man you could be Michael Myers.”
- “Really!” He asked disappointed. “I can scare people”
- “Dude! Why do you think I always choose lovely and cute petnames? You’re literally a bear or Chewbacca”.
He climbed on the bed to tingle you, not happy with the comparison but the baby started to cry, time to feed her.
You took her and breastfed her while Opie with a pen and the mag asked you some questions to know which movie serial killer you were.
Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists .
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Bobby Berk spills tea on Queer Eye exit and co-star feud
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Bobby Berk spills tea on Queer Eye exit and co-star feud
Departing Queer Eye star Bobby Berk has set the record straight on his departure from the long-running Netflix show.
Queer Eye has run on Netflix since 2018, starring Bobby alongside Antoni Porowski, Jonathan Van Ness, Karamo Brown and Tan France.
Season eight arrived on Netflix this week, with season nine also confirmed. But in November, Bobby Berk announced “with a heavy heart” that season eight would be his last.
Gossip started to fly about possible drama behind-the-scenes, and Bobby has explained what happened in a chat with Vanity Fair this week.
He explained that the Fab Five had only committed to seven seasons and starting making other plans when the contracts expired in 2022.
“The Fab Five and the crew, we all stood there, and we took pictures and cried,” Bobby said of that last day of filming.
“We thought we were done. Mentally and emotionally, I thought we all moved on. I know I did, and I started planning other things.”
But then, as strikes rocked the entertainment industry, Netflix got in touch about signing a new contract to make more of the show.
‘We had prepared ourselves to move on’
Bobby Berk explained he didn’t sign, and the other Fab Five members were considering not signing on for more either.
“We’d just assumed that the show wouldn’t come back if we all didn’t come back,” he told Vanity Fair.
“I was like, I’m not going to be having FOMO because the show is not going to happen. I had become at peace with it.”
He added, “All the plans that I had made when I thought we weren’t coming back, I just wasn’t willing to change those.
“I would have had to pump the brakes on multiple other projects that are already in process.
“We had mentally just prepared ourselves to move on — that’s why I left.”
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Bobby Berk confirms ‘situation’ with Tan France
Queer Eye fans reckoned Bobby’s exit had something to do with co-star Tan France, after noticing Bobby unfollowed him on Instagram.
Now Bobby has confirmed this and explained that he and Tan did have a “moment”.
“I want people to know that Tan and I – we will be fine,” Bobby said.
“Tan and I had a moment. There was a situation, and that’s between Tan and I and it has nothing to do with the show.
“It was something personal that had been brewing — and nothing romantic, just to clarify that.
“Should I have unfollowed Tan? No.
“Maybe I should have just muted him. But that day, I was angry, and that’s the end of it. We became like siblings, and siblings are always going to fight.”
Bobby and Tan spoke at the Emmys
Tan France didn’t weigh in when Vanity Fair asked him about all this. However, Bobby says the pair’s relationship is slowly on the mend after a run-in at the Emmys.
“We both embraced each other, and we both said congratulations. And that’s where we are right now,” he said.
“I will always have a very special place in my heart for him and Rob [France’s husband] and the kids.
“I can foresee in six months or a year, Tan and I at each other’s house being good. The Emmys was already the first bandage on that wound.”
Bobby Berk described Queer Eye as “the most amazing gift that I couldn’t have ever imagined.”
“I’m leaving something that is a huge part of my life. Even though it’s my decision, it still wasn’t an easy one,” he said.
Queer Eye is streaming on Netflix.
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Queer Eye boys visit Yass and make over a farmer in Aussie episode
Tan France and his husband Rob share baby news
Antoni Porowski splits from fiancé Kevin Harrington
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Christmas surprise (Reader x Steve Harrington)
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“Do we have everything?” – you asked, hands on your hips. – “Does this look ready, Y/n?” – Robin asked you. She sat down by the oven, having pulled out the food. You shook your head. – “At least ten more minutes.” – you commented. – “But I’m hungry.” – Robin whined, shoving the food back, shutting the oven door. – “Maybe there are some more appetizers you can eat?” – you suggested. – “Uhm too late for that.” – Nancy spoke, popping into the kitchen with an empty plate.
“Mike ate the last seven of them.” – You sighed deep, Robin puffing her cheeks up. – “Seven! That little brat ate seven appetizers without asking anyone else.” – You could clearly see the color change in her cheeks. – “I’m going to kill him!” – Robin got up, storming out of the kitchen. Nancy and you shared a brief look. – “Best I look around for some snacks before Robin eats my brother alive.” – she said making you laugh.
From the room next door, you heard Mike scream, Robin chasing after him. The front door opened, Steve and Jonathan coming inside. – “The driveway is snow clear.” – Steve said, stomping the snow of his shoes. – “Perfect! Thanks big boy.” – You walked over to him, greeting him with a kiss. Steve and Jonathan quirked their eyebrows up, hearing loud noises. You chuckled. – “Robin is killing Mike because he ate all the left over appetizers.”
“Auch! May he rest in peace.” – Steve spoke, receiving a playful stomp from you. He wrapped his arms around your back, hugging you. – “Steve! I have a million things to do.” – you said, trying to nudge him off you with your elbow. He clamped onto you, head on your shoulder. – “Just give me a minute. I need to warm up.” – he mumbled. He moved his cold fingers under your shirt, making you scream loud. You didn’t find it funny at all.
You pushed yourself away, slapping Steve against his shoulder. Steve laughing loud. – “Okay… okay I yield.” – he said holding his hands up from your intense glare. – “What do you need me to do?” – He asked. – “Can you maybe go down to the basement and bring back some drinks?” – you said. – “You got it babe.” – he saluted you, making his way downstairs. On his way he encountered Dustin, who he forced into helping him. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – you barely had turned around when El came running into the kitchen.
“Yes El.” – you said. – “You need to help me! This present is impossible to wrap.” – she held out a weirdly shaped item. Pieces of tape and wrapping paper in a chaos stuck to it. You pressed your lips together to not laugh. El looked disappointed to the ground. You approached her, moving your fingers through her hair. – “Why don’t you go get some wrapping paper and I’ll help you.”
El shoved the present in your hand. – “Thank you Y/n. You are the best!” – she called out over her shoulder, while running to the next room. You set the present down on the table, removing all the tape and paper of it. El returned with wrapping paper as you showed her how to do it. Finished, she hugged you with much love. – “No go place it under the tree.” – you said, ushering her to do so. You took out some napkins, taking them inside to the table. By the tree sat Will and Lucas chatting.
Max was reading a magazine, wearing the reddest socks anyone could find. Nancy must have found some snacks as Robin wasn’t chasing Mike anymore. You stood in the opening, unaware of the mistletoe above your head. Dustin came from behind you, holding up two bottles. – “Where do you want these?” – he asked you. He came standing beside you. Lucas suddenly pointing at you. – “Dustin and you have to kiss!” – he called out. – “What?” – you said, looking around.
You sighed seeing the mistletoe above your head. – “Rules are rules Y/n!” – Dustin exclaimed cheerful. You bend down, leaving a kiss on Dustin’s head. – “Hey! No kissing my girlfriend Henderson!” – Steve shouted placing his drinks down. He came over, pushing Dustin away. Steve grabbed you by the waist, pressing his lips on yours. – “Gross.” – you heard some call out.
Steve could care less, fully enjoying to kiss his girl. You moved away, going to place the napkins on the table. You had no idea who hung the mistletoe, but it sure left some funny kisses. Robin gave you a kiss on your cheek. Will had to give Nancy a kiss on the cheek. Lucas and Mike only shook hands. Max and El hugged, giving each other a sweet kiss on the cheek. Nancy and Jonathan kissed. So did Lucas and Max. Robin even received a kiss on the cheek from Steve and you.
“Should we do some presents first?” – El proposed, very excited to open gifts. Everyone looked over at you. As if you were the mom of the entire family gathering. – “I guess we could do a few before diner?” – you shrugged your shoulders. – “Awesome!” – Dustin said, rubbing his palms together. Everyone came sitting down around the Christmas tree. The lights giving a very homey vibe. – “Who goes first?” – Jonathan asked. – “Whoever drinks their drink up first.” – Robin proposed. – “Deal!” – Steve said nudging her. Everyone had a glass, waiting for the countdown.
"3, 2, 1!” – Robin called out. The competition was on. All doing their very best to drink their drink up the fastest. Jonathan set his glass down, bringing his hands up. – “I win!” – he said. Nancy got up to the tree, taking out his gift. – “Merry Christmas Jonathan.” – she spoke, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Jonathan unwrapped his gift. – “Wow thank you Nancy!” – he showed everyone the new supplies to develop his photo’s. – “I was running low on those.” – he informed everyone. Nancy snorted. – “I know.”
Next up was El who received a cool outfit from Nancy. Steve had been trembling his leg the entire time. You thought it was from the excitement. Little did you know it was for something else. – “Okay maybe just one more before we go to diner.” – you suggested. – “Then I go!” – Steve raised his hand. Robin nudged Nancy, giving her a cheeky smile. Steve returned from the tree with a tiny box. You held your hands open, but he wouldn’t give you the present. – “I actually have to open this for you.” – he said, making you frown. You were so confused. How come he needed to open your Christmas gift.
It was all very vague. Steve started unwrapping the tiny box. When he ripped the last paper of it, knelt he. Your eyes widened, hands moving to your mouth. He cleared his throat, opening the box to reveal a ring. – “Y/n…” – he started. – “Yes!” – you screamed out, tears rolling down your cheek. – “Babe, I haven’t asked anything yet.” – Steve chuckled out. – “Right, right of course. Do ask.” – you said urging him to proceed while wiping some tears away.
Steve smiled at your cute reaction. – “So Y/n.” – he started. You nodded; lips pressed together before you could interrupt him again. – “Y/n, my dream girl… will you marry me?” – he asked. You offered him your hand, too overcome with emotions. – “Babe… you do need to answer me.” – he whispered with a smirk. – “Oh right… yes, yes, yes please I want to become Misses Harrington.” – you answered.
Steve slid the ring around your finger. Your friends clapping and cheering as you got up. You kissed Steve with everything you got. Robin’s stomach growled, making you pull away. – “Let’s eat!” – you said happily. Robin jumped up, running to the table. You received some congrats as they passed. – “You won’t be my girlfriend anymore.” – Steve teased as you admired the ring. – “What… what do you mean?” – you replied confused. – “You are my fiancé now.” – he grinned, leaving a kiss on your cheek. – “Misses Y/n Harrington. It has a nice ring to it.” – you spoke, leaning against his chest, looking at your ring.
“It sure does.” – Steve responded. He brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss. – “Y/n can you help me with the food?” – you heard Nancy call out from the kitchen. You nudged Steve for being so darn full of surprises. He followed you into the kitchen, helping out to set the food on the table. Soon you were all eating and chatting loudly. Enjoying a nice Christmas.
“Look!” – Will called out, pointing at the window. All of you looked, seeing snow fall onto the ground. It made it extra special. Steve and Jonathan groaned. – “More shoveling in the morning then.” – they said. Nancy and you laughed. – “Merry Christmas future husband.” – you laughed, letting yourself lean against him. – “Merry Christmas future wife.” – he responded moving his arm around you.
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Word count: 990
Summary: Steve teaches Hunter how to use Penstagram.
A/N: This is actually an excerpt from chapter 16 of my fic Friendship (And More) Across Battle Lines, but I've always thought it would work well as a standalone ficlet. It takes place immediately after Any Sport In A Storm. There are brief mentions of huntlow, which I am tagging just for the sake of those who have it blocked, but if you actually want a huntlow fic they are not the focus here.
Nose freshly healed, Steve walked back to the castle with his shoulders slumped and his head low. It had been a long day. Eyes glued to the stone steps leading up to the entrance, Steve failed to notice the Golden Guard standing there until he had already bumped into him.
“Sorry, man!” he said. “I wasn't looking where I was going.”
“Oh it's fine,” Hunter brushed off his apology. “Say, do you know anything about Penstagram?” he asked while pointing at a new scroll to demonstrate.
“Oh sure, dude! What do you need help with?”
Hunter grimaced. “Everything?”
Steve chuckled and reached out to take the scroll from Hunter's hands to examine the screen. “Okay first thing we have to do is come up with a username for you. It can be based on your name, or a joke, or a reference to something you like. Anything you want, really.”
Hunter paused for a second to think before saying, “I like Ruler’s Reach.”
“Alright, I can work with that.” Steve typed in a new username and passed the scroll back to Hunter to get his approval.
“Rulerz Reach ef-four-en?” he read out loud.
“No dude, read the four like it's an ‘A.’ It's pronounced like ‘fan.’”
“Ohhh,” the blonde smiled and nodded in understanding. “It's like a code!”
“Sure,” Steve chuckled slightly. “And speaking of codes, you'll need to think of a password that only you know.”
Hunter nodded and started typing very slowly. He looked back up at Steve when he was done a few minutes later.
“Okay, great!” Steve said. Now you need a profile picture. Here, use the front facing camera on your scroll to take a picture of yourself.”
Hunter took back the scroll and stared down at it as he tapped the screen. “Like this?”
Steve looked at the picture and shook his head. It looked awful. Hunter's chin was in the center of the photo and he had a huge frown on his face. The angle made his eyes and furrowed brows look far away and tiny in comparison. “Dude, no. You take selfies like a grandfather.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do!?” Hunter said, voice rising in annoyance. “How do I take a whatever-it's-called like a teen?”
Boy, he really needed all the help he could get. Just then Steve got an idea and took out his own penstagram. He entered his search and then let his scroll float in front of Hunter so he could easily see it while still working on his own.
“Teen Witch Magazine's guide to the perfect selfie?” Hunter read aloud and Steve nodded. “Alright then, let's see. Choose your good side, that's easy. Hold your scroll at a high angle, okay. And strike a cool pose. Oh! And they even have examples. Cool!”
Hunter turned his head slightly and imitated one of the example photos by pursing his lips and putting his hand up in a peace sign before snapping the picture. Steve approved of this one, and they set it as his new icon.
“Now all you have to do is start following people and adding friends. Here, I'll be your first one.” Steve showed Hunter how to search for other users, and typed in his own username, Penstagram4Steve. From his own scroll he accepted the follow request and sent one back to Hunter so he could see how it was done.
“Penstagrama Steve?” Hunter read.
“Okay, in this case the four is actually pronounced like ‘for,’ not like an ‘A.’”
Hunter furrowed his brow. “This code doesn't make any sense,” he mumbled.
Steve decided to ignore that comment and finish his impromptu social media lesson. “After you've added friends, their posts will show up in your feed where you can like them by tapping this heart icon and comment on them if you want to by tapping this little bubble. Comments are public for everyone to see but you can also privately message people by tapping on this part.”
“So you can just message anyone?”
“Anyone you're friends with. Want me to help you add anyone else?”
Hunter paused before answering, “I'd like to add the captain—and the rest of the team too, of course! But uh, I don't know her— their usernames.”
“No problem,” Steve reassured. “We can also just search someone's name. But uhh, might be faster if you let me type. What's her name?”
“Willow. Willow Park.”
“She's your favorite, huh?” Steve smirked a bit under his mask.
Hunter sputtered and his cheeks turned a faint pink. “She's the team captain! And she's very skilled and a worthy leader. It only makes sense to contact her first.”
Steve chuckled a little, “Alllllright.” It was a bit funny, seeing Hunter get flustered over a girl, but it was also nice. Most people forgot the Golden Guard was just a kid, and it was good to seem him act like one for once.
Steve typed the name and a list of people with similar names appeared. Hunter recognized her palisman in one of the profile pictures and they sent the follow request. Not too long after she accepted and sent a request of her own, which the boy accepted. Having taught Hunter what he deemed to be a suitable amount, Steve left him to message his new friends on his own and headed up to the barracks.
When he got there he tossed off his mask and collapsed onto bed, too tired to bother changing into his sleepwear. He groaned as his body ached, but grateful to finally be laying down. He closed his eyes, though he knew sleep wouldn't come any time soon. He felt his scroll buzz and opened his eyes again to check it, expecting to see a practice message from Hunter. He tapped to his messages to see what it was.
MattholomuleRulez: HOW COULD U ARREST MY FRIEND
Okay that was not the message Steve was expecting to see.
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