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two-red-lungs · 3 years ago

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A Different Kind of Kindness

Everybody has a different love language, the holy bible that is Cosmopolitan magazine says. You’ve never bothered figuring out yours. Deep down, you already knew. To acknowledge it would change everything. (Eddie/Reader)

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Lingering between every clique of people means you end up “knowing” a lot of people and not really befriending any of them. But it also means you brush shoulders with all sorts of folks: like, through your geeky calculus class friend, the infamous freak and notorious drug dealer Eddie Munson.

You talked occasionally over the first month of senior year, in passing, when he said hi to your math friend. He didn’t seem nearly as overtly demonic as others made him out to be. Just kind of a loudmouth. Fun, though. Made you smile and roll your eyes.

One day, sitting out on a picnic table and doing some calculus homework revisions with your study buddy while soaking up the last rays of late autumn sun, Munson slammed down onto the bench opposite you and derailed the conversation completely.

He was a firecracker. He joked. You laughed.

And from then on, lunches were with Eddie and his ever-rotating small cast of freaks and geeks: outside, or on the bleachers, or in the cafeteria. Hey, it was free entertainment. Never a dull moment with him around.

Although, as time went on, his eating habits... worried you. Munson was like a seagull. During lunch he’d always pull out some sort of weird food- a packet of peanuts, or a whole sleeve of ritz crackers, or a plastic-wrapped stick of gas station beef jerky.

And he never finished any of it. Picking at it idly as he raucously laughed and snickered, boots going tap tap tap against the table leg, slouched back in his chair. He’d get so distracted most of the time whatever scraps he’d brought would be completely forgotten: and then, like clockwork, he’d excuse himself five minutes before lunch was over to go have a smoke.

Basically, the guy ran on nicotine, caffeine, and processed flour. It worried you. Wouldn’t it worry anyone? Wasn’t it a normal human thing to do, to be off put by that?

One day your idle discomfort with the prospect just... got the better of you. Overrode your usual careful rationality, your strategic social distancing.

Eddie wound up walking next to you, headed for the usual cafeteria table, and you rummaged around in your brown bagged lunch as you fell into step. Pulling out half of the plastic wrapped sandwich you’d made for yourself: a BLT, bacon perfectly crisp, toasted to goddamn perfection.

“Hey, um. I’m not super hungry today.” You eventually said. “I don’t want this to go to waste, though. Want half? I’ll just chuck it, if you don’t. It’s fine.”

The tip of a pink tongue wetted his lips, the rocker looking taken aback. You both never really... talked to one another. Not one-on-one. Only around other people. He got himself together quickly. “Uh, sure. Yeah. Thanks, man.” And then he was getting his name crowed by the table of his friends and was loping over there, all smiles and rattling chains, sandwich in hand.

That was the first day you ever saw him, like, properly eat. Long guitarist fingers unwrapping the cling-wrap as he talked and then bam, it was gone, eaten in seconds. No fuss, no distractions.

It made you feel weirdly... self-satisfied. You brushed the feeling off, turning to your calculus partner and trading notes over the sticky plastic tabletops.

The next week you whistled sharply in the hallway, and Eddie’s wild head turned around in the noise, just in time for him to catch the shiny foil-wrapped sandwich flying through the air at him. He blinked, objectively confused.

You played it cool. “Made an extra for my dad. He didn’t want it.”

“Shit, I’m not complaining.” There was that stupid grin again, wide under dark chocolate eyes.

And then the sandwich was gone again, his lunch of a singular syrupy fruit cup forgotten, and Eddie licked the pad of his thumb to get the last drop of mustard off it as he argued with a friend.

You didn’t know why you wanted to keep doing it. You just knew that you did. That it made you feel warm, even when half the words you traded with the guy were jabs and you really only hung out when others were present.

It became a habit. The norm, twice a week, clockwork. You pointedly didn’t acknowledge it and neither did he: thank god for small mercies. You didn’t know what you were gonna say if he brought it up. You don’t have to feed me like a fucking pigeon, man. I’m not a charity case.

But he never said that, too polite and warm-hearted under his manic smile and looming presence to even hint at it. Took it all in stride. Seemed pleased every time, trading looks with you from under his fringe that went on just a moment too long, until you chickened out and looked down at your hands laced on the table.

People didn’t do things for Eddie. Not for free. Not unless they wanted something. You knew that. Knew that’s why he looked at you with equal parts wariness and satisfaction.

The weird, indirect, pseudo-friendship continued. A whistle to grab his attention, an extra sandwich or a tupperware salad arcing his way, him catching it with ease and a grin.

Sometimes, your other acquaintances asked why you packed double lunches so damn often. It was easier to say ‘force of habit’ than it was to say you were completely fucking hooked on the poodle-haired outcast’s smile.

He was trading back, now, in November. Little indirect things. An open extended invite to see his band play, free of charge, made in front of a group of his friends. A keychain he made a big deal of ‘raffling’ off at the table and ultimately gave to you. All gestures hidden under the guise of being for everyone. But they were always for you. You knew it. He knew it.

Neither of you said anything.

“Why don’t I ever get free food?” Dustin whined, gesturing miserably to his wet cafeteria pizza when you plopped down and handed Eddie a reuben, not even looking at him, digging into your own identical one.

Eddie held up a finger to hush the young man, chewing thoughtfully. “Shh, shut up. No talky-talky. Your words are ruining my sandwich.”

The table erupted into lapping waves of chuckles. You hid your pleased flush behind a gulp of water.

Another week, another whistle and a sandwich. But this time, ring-clad fingers in the corner of your vision slid a ziplock bag of potato chips in front of you. You glanced up to the head of the table. Eddie, not interrupting the very intense conversation unfurling between the other table members, wetted his lips with his tongue and lifting the corner of his sandwich bread, showing you the concoction inside.

“Do it.” He hiss-whispered over the conversation, pointing the potato chips tucked into his sandwich.

You wrinkled your nose. “Gross.”

“No, man, it’s good. Trust me, alright?”

Two chips went into your perfectly composed chicken salad sandwich. Oh. Damn. The crunch brought it to a whole other level. You looked back at Eddie and he was already slowly nodding, a grin spreading across his face: you like it, his expression read.

You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips together to stop from smiling. I do, yours said back. He bumped your elbow with his playfully and you shook your head, holding in a laugh.

“No man, you can get all sorts of chicks with these things. They’re like codexes.” Your math partner said loudly, gesturing with the Cosmopolitan magazine at the other table occupants even as they scoffed. “Seriously! What, you don’t want all the help you geeks can get?” He cracked it open, thumbing through pages and starting to read aloud.

You tuned him out, staring down at the fluorescent reflection on the table and taking quiet satisfaction in how Munson always pulled out of the conversations and focused on your cooking, basically shoving your food into his face as fast as he could. It was one of the rare times you saw him quiet.

“The languages of love. Oh, here we go. Quality time.” Your study buddy continued, nose in the magazine. “You like romantic time spent together. Cuddling, hiking, or romantic dates at the movies are good candidates for you.” The other tablemembers cooed sarcastically and he snickered. “Physical touch. Kisses, hugs, and warm embraces are your language of preference. Consider talking to your sweetheart about ways to spend more time together with skin on skin.”

When he waggled his eyebrows you couldn’t help but snort into your sandwich.

“Next up, gifts: giving and receiving. One of the most common love languages. You show your affection with little tokens given your sweetheart. Fun trivia fact: the most common method of gift-giving is through food.”

You went completely still, freezing up like someone had dumped a cooler of water down on your head. Everyone else was still laughing, talking, poking fun at the magazine, blowing past the last topic.

But in the corner of your eye you saw guitarist hands that had also fallen motionless.

Looking sideways at Eddie was a mistake.

Because he was looking back, those beautiful doe-eyes wide and completely blindsided, lips softly parted. Something clearly registering for him.

Oh shit. Oh shit, that’s totally what this has been, this entire time. You abruptly stood, heart racing, and excused yourself, lunch forgotten. Because what friend brings their other friend lunch so often, what friend wakes up a half-hour early to poke around in the fridge and think ‘hmm, what would make this person smile today’?

It wasn’t a friend thing. It was not a friend thing.

Jesus. You’d been awkwardly flirting with him for months and hadn’t even let yourself recognize it.

You burst out of the hallway doors and into the cold November air, pale sunlight reflecting off of rows of parked cars, thinking stupid stupid stupid over and over again. You hugged yourself in the chill.

Were you crushing on Eddie Munson? Eccentric, smiley metalhead, never afraid to speak his mind? Completely and utterly fine with being his truest self, not giving a shit about what anybody thought?

...God help you, you were.

And then the front school doors slammed open behind you and you nearly jumped out of your damn skin, heart flipping upside-down in your chest, spinning around to come face-to-face with Eddie’s big eyes and cascading mane-framed face.

He lost all his confidence the moment you locked eyes with him, taking a half-step back, not knowing what do with his hands. Tall and nervous. “Look..” he finally got out, shaking his head, avoiding eye contact. Hands gesturing kind of helplessly. “You’re... I just...”

Oh god, was this a tactless rejection?

Without even thinking you were turning backwards, storming away, trying to put some distance between yourself and that spiked-covered, foul-mouthed ray of sunshine, trying to clear your head-

And then there was a big hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you, and Eddie’s face was suddenly inches away, closer to you than he’d ever been. “Can I just-” he was babbling, scrambling for words, and his fingers were so warm, “-shit, can I just kiss you? Would that be okay? Would-”

You didn't’ even let him finish. Stupid, stupid man, with soft, hot lips, tasting like caffeinated cola and salt. It was everything you didn’t even know you had been wanting all these months. Heat bust in your chest all at once. A fire right up against your heart. You grabbed handfuls of his leather jacket.

Lips parted, heartbeat going bam bam bam in your mouth. His hot breath puffed on your face.

He spoke first, a slow grin crinkling the skin under his eyes. “Holy shit. You like me.”

You thumped a fist against his chest, pushing on his pectoral, a denial on your tongue, but he early hunted down your mouth again before you could get it out. Broad hands cupped your chin like he was trying to drink you down, get you as close as he could. You went up on tiptoe, completely enveloped in the smell of leather and deodorant, completely shielded from the world by leather and black fabric.

“...Maybe just a little.” You weakly got out, eventually. You bit your lip. “I don’t, uh. I don’t cook for anyone.”

Eddie just laughed: smiley and warm and incredulous. It rumbled in his chest under your hands, and he was kissing you again, and it was kind and soft and you knew absolutely Munson’s love language had to be physical touch.

He was weird. You were different. It was perfect.

God, the Hellfire club wasn’t going to be able to shut up about this for weeks.

#love language trope my beloved <3 #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #my writing

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kjharris · 2 years ago

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My Total Drama Headcannons

Do you know that scene in the beginning of roti when the Gen 1 cast is on the yacht? I feel like that’s the yacht party Owen promised after he won, and he finally got around to it.

Justin is definitely a barb. Knows every Nicki song word for word.

Noah and Courtney definitely became friends eventually. I feel like they’d watch Hamilton on Sundays or something after talking about class president stuff.

So we all know Duncan tries to be all big and bad. I have this feeling that when he thinks everyone in his house is sleeping, he’d watch miraculous ladybug. 😭

Justin and Alejandro are frenemies. One day they’re beefing about who’s more hot and then the next, they’re doing face masks together.

Leshawna, Trent, and Gwen play just dance. All the time.

Leshawna visits DJ and his mom a lot just bc

Harold and Ezekiel are definitely bffs. He doesn’t excuse the sexist comments made. But he still understands him.

kb5 (Duncan, Courtney, Geoff, Bridgette, DJ) have water balloon fights in the summer and they definitely have chicken fights when they go swimming at a lake or pool.

I feel like if Geoff drinks or eats anything sour he’ll turn into the biggest baby ever.

Heather became a model after the show. But she also loves screen time so she is on a couple of commercials and shows.

Gwen and Heather had “uwu” phases.

Gwen got a job at hot topic and when Cody found out, he applied there too.

Drama brothers bought an apartment together but got evicted because of all the chaos they’ve caused. (Completely Justin and Cody’s fault)

Duncan needs glasses. But he doesn’t wear them because he doesn’t wanna look “geeky”

I feel like half of them still have contact with Chris, despite what he’s put them through. Some hate his guts, while others don’t. Some actually like him!

Chris can’t cook for his life.

Chef actually makes pretty okay food. Since the island was abandoned before the show, they most likely didn’t have anything to work with for food. So Chef used what he can. But once everyone complained and Geoff asked to order pizza rather than eat his food, he made it bad on purpose.

Heather and Duncan secretly have a Minecraft village together.

Cody still plays roblox and has no regrets of it

Duncan and Geoff definitely get put on house arrest for doing something stupid.

If someone were to leave a family member younger than 10 with Duncan, he’d show them “A Nightmare On Elm Street” That kid would be traumatized for the rest of their life.

Sierra and Topher would literally be best friends if they met. I don’t think they ever would, but maybe they’d talk to each other online once or twice.

Heather secretly watches attack on titan. She’s an Eren simp.

kb5 favorite show to watch is probably “Outer Banks” or “Riverdale”

Trent and Courtney had a little friendship. I’d say during roti. They’d play their instruments together and sing.

Justin definitely hangs out with the girls when their just doing girly things. Like if their doing each others hair, his is getting put into bows and clips. Makeup? Maybe he’ll let them do it. Clothes? No. That’s when he leaves.

thats all for now.

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 4 years ago

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Do you think in season 3, Hawk seeing Demetri interacting with other people caused him to get somewhat jealous. Before Hawk destroyed Demetri’s project, they zoomed in on Hawks face looking over at Demetri talking to Yaz and Moon and he looked jealous. Then after it’s like he lit up when he was talking with Demetri after destroying the project. I might be reading to much into it but the way the scene played out felt like jealously from Hawk!

Oh my, I’m getting so many questions in my inbox about the binary boys and I’m delighted! :D Keep them coming friends!!!

To answer your question, YES, I absolutely think Hawk was pretty jealous when he saw Demetri chatting with Moon and Yasmine. Now, of course the Straight^TM explanation we’re probably meant to think is that he was jealous Demetri was talking to his ex, but I think it’s deeper than that. I imagine for a long while, Eli was one of the ONLY people Demetri ever talked to and had friendly conversations with regularly, and vice versa. Being the antisocial “losers,” they probably didn’t have a lot besides each other social life-wise. Even when they befriend Miguel and some of the other Cobra Kais like Aisha, they’re still always doing it together.

And now, seeing Demetri holding his own and seamlessly making new friends WITHOUT Hawk...well, I imagine it’s completely foreign to him. And he doesn’t like it, even though Hawk’s got a bunch of his own “cool new friends” now. Because he remembers when he was all Demetri had, and now he’s gotta face up to the fact that Demetri doesn’t actually NEED him or his friendship to be happy, and deep down inside...well, I bet Hawk’s pretty hurt by that. Because hey, even growing up as the weird kid with the lip scar, at least ONE person always valued him and his company, even if that person was his equally lame and nerdy best friend. And now, lo and behold, the one person who wanted him around when no one else did could give less of a damn if he’s there or not, because Demetri doesn’t need Hawk to not get lonely anymore.

And, of course, there could also be a layer of bitterness directed at Yas and Moon specifically, because Hawk’s probably thinking “You only like him now that he’s cool and confident, but I was his friend back when he was a geeky, insecure mess no one wanted anything to do with.” Of course, being as deeply buried in his masculinity issues as he is, Hawk probably doesn’t think this on a conscious level. He’s probably just as fooled as the audience is into thinking he’s JUST upset about Moon. But I really doubt that’s all it is, considering a) Demetri’s never shown any romantic interest in Moon in particular and b) she IS still very much taken, as far as Hawk knows. He’s got no real reason to see Demetri as a threat to that relationship...or what’s left of it, anyways.

Even without the romantic subtext (which I’d definitely say IS there--you’re not crazy, don’t worry! I mean...I’m trash for this ship, should be obvious XD)...speaking from experience, seeing someone you were once extremely close friends with befriending new people and leaving you behind is incredibly painful, and a little off-puttingly strange, too. It often feels...wrong, like something you’ve always seen as a given is being uprooted and replaced with something completely foreign that doesn’t make any sense to you. Even when you’ve got beef with said old friend for whatever reason...well, sometimes said beef only really starts FEELING insurmountable when you get a glimpse of them leading a perfectly happy life without you. You realize for the first time they’re not going to come crawling back and groveling and apologizing so they don’t have to be alone. Maybe the project-destroying scene is when it dawns on Hawk how fully he’s lost Demetri, and the grief of it comes out all at once--at the most inconvenient time, no less. And, Hawk being Hawk, of course said grief manifests as anger and spite first and foremost (I mean...come on!!! Look how he reacts to losing his relationship with Moon!!! He’s angry with her, and wants to spite her later on by flirting with Piper) and so he destroys Demetri’s project.

And oh boy...factor in the romantic feelings I see Hawk as having for Demetri--or at least HAVING had, at some point in the past--and it’s just 10x as much of a FeelsBadMan moment for Hawk when he sees Demetri truly beginning to leave him behind. Hawk is a loyal dude (that’s why he took the “betrayal” of Cobra Kai via bad yelp review way too damn hard), and loyal people also tend to be a little possessive. Speaking, uh...speaking as a very loyal person myself who has had issues getting a liiiiiittle possessive of my friends in the past ^^; When you give undying loyalty, some part of you expects it in return, even if you don’t consciously admit it to yourself. And oh man...that’s amplified like 50x when you have a crush on someone, unfortunately. So the part of Hawk, no matter how repressed, that still sees Demetri as his #1, his best friend, the guy he may or may not secretly be in love with, just feels so...lost and abandoned at the prospect of Dem leaving him in the dust.

So naturally he smashes his lego project and makes everything objectively worse XD

WHOOPS this answer didn’t mean to be this long, but then I got captured by The Spirit of the Ramble XD

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #demetri x hawk #eli x demetri #elimetri #cobra kai #cobra kai season 3 #demetri cobra kai #eli moscowitz #hawk #demetri #eli #my askbox

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madegeeky · 1 year ago

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Listen, if you're going to hate characters (especially characters that are specifically made to be unlikeable), that is completely valid.

But at least get your facts right and hate them for things they actually did.

(Reading some particularly weird takes on characters in Beef, the tv show. "I hate her for doing this." Okay but.... she never did that? "I hate him for doing X for Y reason." Okay, but like, he didn't do it for Y reason, he did it for a completely different (imo more understandable) reason?)

#geeky talks #geeky talks beef #spoilers for doc

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warninggraphiccontent · 4 years ago

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16 July 2021

Food for thought

At last week's Data Bites, I noted how 'Wales' is a standard unit of area. This week, along comes a map which shows that all the built-up land in the UK is equivalent to one Wales:

The map is from the National Food Strategy, published yesterday (and the man has a point).

It has divided opinion, judging by the responses to this tweet. I understand where the sceptics are coming from - at first glance, it may be confusing, given Wales isn't actually entirely built up, Cornwall made of peat, or Shetland that close to the mainland (or home to all the UK's golf courses). And I'm often critical of people using maps just because the data is geographical in some way, when a different, non-map visualisation would be better.

But I actually think this one works. Using a familiar geography to represent areas given over to particular land use might help us grasp it more readily (urban areas = size of Wales, beef and lamb pastures = more of the country than anything else). It's also clear that a huge amount of overseas land is needed to feed the UK, too.

The map has grabbed people's attention and got them talking, which is no bad thing. And it tells the main stories I suspect its creators wanted to. In other words, it's made those messages... land.

Trash talk

Happy Take Out The Trash Day!

Yesterday saw A LOT of things published by Cabinet Office - data on special advisers, correspondence with parliamentarians, public bodies and major projects to name but a few, and the small matter of the new plans outlining departmental priorities and how their performance will be measured.

It's great that government is publishing this stuff. It's less great that too much of it still involves data being published in PDFs not spreadsheets. And it's even less great that the ignoble tradition of Take Out The Trash Day continues, for all the reasons here (written yesterday) and here (written in 2017).

I know this isn't (necessarily) deliberate, and it's a lot of good people working very hard to get things finished before the summer (as my 2017 piece acknowledges). And it's good to see government being transparent.

But it's 2021, for crying out loud. The data collection should be easier. The use of this data in government should be more widespread to begin with.

We should expect better.

In other news:

I was really pleased to have helped the excellent team at Transparency International UK (by way of some comments on a draft) with their new report exploring access and influence in UK housing policy, House of Cards. Read it here.

One of our recent Data Bites speakers, Doug Gurr, is apparently in the running to run the NHS. More here.

Any excuse to plug my Audrey Tang interview.

The good folk at ODI Leeds/The Data City/the ODI have picked up and run with my (and others') attempt to map the UK government data ecosystem. Do help them out.

Five years ago this week...

Regarding last week's headline of Three Lines on a Chart: obviously I was going to.

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th3okamid3monart · 5 years ago

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Things I’m going to miss this Holidays

There are a couple of traditions we do in my family that I havent seen in other places and with one search on the internet I realize that most of the things we do are from my own country + some that we make up ourselves.

So Im going to share them here because... Well, there’s a big-ass chance I wont be able to do them this Christmas nor New years.

NOTE: When I say ‘my family’ in a lot of this, I mean ALL my family. Which means, all my grandparents, all my aunts, all my uncles, all my cousins, and, yes, EVEN my great grandaparents, cousins, uncles, aunts and more. Because we all know each other and we even make a party once a year for my dad’s side of the family

Here I go:

Las Posadas

There’s this thing that we do at one of my grandparents’ house that involves singing a carol about the time Maria and Jose were looking for a place to stay to rest before travel far away for the birth of Jesus. It is a song which is singed by 2 groups, one that is inside and the other that’s outside. What we do is the following: One group goes inside a room in the house while the other stays outside the door, the group outside sings one part and the other sings the other. We go back and forward until we finish the song. It is pretty funny because no one sings well and its just like a bunch of grown ups practically screaming but we always end up chuckling. I used to think it was pointless and boring but that was because I was an edgy potato, after I enter University i began to enjoy more things and be happier. This is going to be the second time I wont be with my complete family for Christmas and now its all the family who wont be able to go to my grandparents house for a celebration.

12 grapes, 12 wishes

In both sides of my family we usually fill up 12 grapes in a cup and give everyone 1 cup each. I dont remember what exactly the grapes meant or the story about the wishes but it’s supposedly like before it strikes 12 am on New Years, we have to eat our grapes while also wishing for something. I remember when I was younger I’d wish for peace on the world or that everything went well for everyone. I think I’m going to buy a bigger bag of grapes this year.

Something that was funny was that everyone would just... Stuff their mouths with grapes, mostly my cousins and I, just to see how many we could fit. Not everyone wished for many things in the family because I think we all feel we had and have enough. If my family does this again on their own, I’m pretty certain their wishes would be to be able to meet with the family.

Piñata

Every year since I was little, my grandparents buy a piñata to smash before or during Christmas. They find it such a good activity for cousins and even for my aunts, my mom and uncle. They literally havent stopped buying them, the oldest grandchild in that side of the family its in her 30s, but they still buy a piñata. I think its mostly for the youngest which are below 16, never the less, its still super funny and hilarious because we go from youngest to oldest. By the time it gets to my brother, its still intact, he only swings it once and its completely DESTROYED. We just have a lot of fun, and sometimes we make my mom or my aunts to hit it. My mom wasnt as cheery when I was a kid, but now she laughs more and when it comes to the piñata she laughs and enjoys her time even more.

Games

Like any gathering, all cousins bring up something we can do to entertain ourselves. At first they were toys my grandparents had for us, then it was videogames and now... Its board games. My bro is the one obsess with different boardgames and DnD and other card games. So, about 5 years ago he began bringing boardgames for all cousins to play along. We either talk with each other or try to destroy each other with any game there is. Videogames are fun but we all find it a drag to bring the console to the place, besides we usually get so busy with each others banter and weird conversations that we just forget about the videogames all together.

At my other grandparents house it becomes W I L D. Last time someone brough a beer pong table and they all began to take shots with mezcal (I’m trying to not drink a lot of the time ever since I puked one time. If I drink its light things like wine and only one glass). Then my aunts play music and began to sing and everyone follows up, and... Well last time they began to dance.... And all my cousins were very embarassed and I was hella confused. Suffice to say, my dad’s side of the family are super freakishly energetic and wild, while my mom’s side is more of a geeky, nerdy vibe with a lot of meme stuff and political conversations at times (Oh yeah, we talk a lot of different political stuff, but guess what? It never derails into a fight. I note this due to always reading people’s talks ending with fights and stuff and that kinda weirds me out a bit at times)

Dinners

I don’t remember the time exactly, probably since I was 15 maybe, my dad and I turned into the designated ‘chefs’. Every year we’ve been deciding and preparing foods for each house. We make the main course while my aunts do the sides (although sometimes it becomes like 3 main courses with 2 sides). Im waaaaaaaaay into the cooking and I try to make it perfect each year. I kinda chillaxed a bit with some foods because it wasnt that big of a deal. Besides the main course, I also decide to make a dessert and sometimes they arent eaten because my families have some sugar regulations. They are stored and kept after Christmas because thats better than eating it all in one sitting and having sugar poisoning (AKA, high sugar that needs a fast Insuline injection afterwards).

It is always fun to make food with my dad, and to make the famous Tamales from my grandma’s recipe. Last time i think we made around 400? Between green salsa chicken, red salsa beef and pork, and some that were like... its like an adobe, its with achiote and orange juice. It was very tasty. We usually make a lot and freeze them. THEY ARENT COOKED, they are raw and then frozen. Every time we take some out, we make them with vapor, takes around 2 hours and they are always tasty. I remember I made a batch all by myself, I made the feelings, I mixed the masa, and I assemble 100 by my own, the rest was thankfully made by my parents. And it was the best when I gave some to my grandma and she told me that they were super good. Of course, I made a couple mistakes, Im not perfect but she still enjoyed it with the salsa I made. Maybe I can still make some this year and give each family a batch.

Aunt’s cookies

Every year, every god damn year... We all wait for one thing... It’s not the presents, its not the food... Its the cookies. The motherfucking cookies. My aunt has made this cookies since I was a kid, and we all fought to get a bunch of them. She has made choco chip with nuts cookies every year without missing. And they always end before Christmas even hits. She once gave me frozen batch so I can cook them at home and she told me ‘Dont tell anybody’. Of course I cannot not tell anyone since I live with my parents and siblings but when I made them I made sure to make them when my dad wasnt home. Not only because Im a gluttonous fuck but because my dad is diabetic and he shouldnt be eating anything like that.

It used to be a battle royal between my cousins, now its a battle against my uncles cause they LOVE TO FUCKING HIDE THE BIG ASS CONTAINER. I swear, i only got 1 or 2 god damn cookies last time.

Breakfast at...Lunch at...

After Christmas, we always go eat at my grandparents house. Always. And it’s, most of the time, Menudo. The most delicious food you can make with cow stomach. It’s my grandpa’s recipe and it’s always good. Meanwhile, we lunch at my grandma’s house the leftovers of yesterdays dinner which it varies if its turkey or pork but it always ends up as a torta. Delicious, leftover, tortas.

We end up... SUPER CONSTIPATED because you eat menudo with bread, and you make tortas with bread, and we all eat bread and like... A LOT. Its hella good but well... THERE ARE CONCEQUENCES!!

I think thats all, at least the most relevant parts. There’s also The Toast of El Bohemio, the stupidity and over eating i do for fun for some cousins, the conversations that go from super deep to stupidity with cousins, the music we play, the hugs...

THE HUGS

When its the New Year, we scream out HAPPY NEW YEAR. And we proceed to hug each and everyone, one time I waited to see everyone and they all were very very happy. Its something I didnt realize before, but that was a happy thing all the time. Last year we event celebrated with other family, most of this reunions are compose with the nuclear family, but we arent shy about involving more family or friends. So last year not only included some family and their friends, we also included a 2 new members of the family: My newborn cousin and my cousin’s now husband.

It was like.. One of the best beginnings... Which kind of... didnt prepared us for what this...sucky year.

I’m sure we’ll make it ok... I sure hope so, I wanna see my grandparents again... I wanna see my baby cousin, he is babbling and has already learned to walk. The little dude doesnt have cousins to play with anymore, I wanna make sure he doesnt confuse me by his aunt ajjajajaja. I want to talk to my cousins, I want to hug them and scream with them and eat with them all.

But maybe this year it wont happen, and I rather it not happening than loosing any of them.

Right now I cant smell, and everything hurts, but it kinda helps ease things when i remember this and when I think they all are still kinda healthy.

Maybe when it all passes we can make a march reunion, to celebrate my grandma’s birthday. In the meantime, I’m going to try to get better and wish for this Christmas to not suck now that It’s only my main family and I.

Hope everyone is safe, I hope you can at least see your parents or siblings. I hope you dont get sick nor have to spend time at a hospital or anything. I hope all who are, get help and dont get worse. I hope you all get better.

Hope you have Happy Holidays.

#writing #things to remember #christmas #1 month away #november #november 2020 #december #december 2020 #holidays #traditions #christmas 2020

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xserpentlife · 6 years ago

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On Your Terms

Requested: Anon - Can you do sweet pea x reader where the reader is a bit shy and a northsider and wants to keep their relationship pg13? @depressingwiimusic - yes, first I wanna say I love your stories and I love you. second, could you do a sweet pea x reader where the reader is this shy girl who's kinda geeky and likes reading and is really smart and super sweet but is also Reggie's little sister? also like, I don't mind cursing by any means but can the reader not curse in it? like to go with the innocent, sweet vibes she puts out

A/N: I combined two requests for this fic because I thought they went well together. Hope you enjoy! I also put a different spin on this one with the way it was written. I just felt the italics fit more in some parts. Thank you to @wayward-river for being my beta as always

Warnings: Small mention of bad past relationship, Tiny bit of violence Reggie/Sweet Pea

Summary: You and Sweet Pea started dating a few weeks ago but you have known each other for about a year. Ever since the Serpent's joined Riverdale high you became close to him. For a while it was just a friendship but then it turned into more. It’s starting to get weird though, he tries kissing and once it almost led to more but you had to stop him. You’ve been through things that he doesn’t know, you also need to tell him that your brother is Reggie, but you don’t want to scare him away.

Word Count: 4593

Y/N POV

You were meeting Sweet Pea behind the school to hang out for a bit before your next class. You watched him walk out the back door and saunter over with Fangs and Toni following. Everyone in the Serpents knew about the relationship, but not many people from the Northside did, especially not Reggie your brother.

“Hey Babe” He kissed your cheek and then went down for your lips but you turned away. If there weren’t people around that was okay with you, but with other people, it just made you so uncomfortable.

“Hey Pea”

“You okay baby?”

“Yeah, I uh, I gotta go”

“Wait! Will I see you at the Wyrm later?” You threw a yeah over your shoulder before running off and bumping into your brother.

“Sorry Y/N”

“Oh hey Reg”

“You coming to the game tonight?”

“No, I uh, I’m hanging out with Toni”

“The Serpent”

“Reg please don’t she’s more than that, she is a good friend to me”

“Whatever Y/N just be careful, Okay?”

“Okay Reg, I will” You heard the bell ring and you headed to your next class, you went home after getting changed to go to the Wyrm. You threw on a pair of jeans and a flannel before heading out.

You walked into the Wyrm seeing Toni behind the bar

“Hey babe”

“Hey T, where’s Pea, wait lemme guess… pool” you stood on your tiptoes looking over the serpents shoulder and seeing your boyfriend playing with Fangs.

“Is that even a question girl?”

“Not really haha”

“He should be done soon though, you want a drink”

“T you know”

“I know, I was talking about water or a coke”

“Yeah, I'll take a water, put it in a glass for me though?”

“Always” You were innocent, never really doing anything your parents would disapprove of. You weren’t like many other teenagers, you didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and definitely didn’t party. You really never went out of the house much until you met Sweet Pea. Honestly, you still didn't know how he fell for you. Compared to his life you felt like you were boring.

“Hey babe” Pea kissed you on the lips and you instantly felt a shudder run through your body. You knew that you should just tell him but you couldn’t, it would ruin everything you thought.

“Lemme guess Fangs paying your tab?”

“Always baby girl, always”

“Anyway how are you I missed you earlier”

“I’m good I missed you too, how was the job?”

“Oh it went good”

“That’s good”

“Hey, you wanna dance”

“T, Fangs lets all dance, I wanna have fun tonight” It was always nice for you to come out and forget who you were on the Northside, maybe that’s why you liked being on the Southside so often. You could be who you wanted, and be seen with who you wanted without getting judged. You danced for a while with Fangs, Pea and Toni. It was fun hanging out with them. When you started dating Pea it became a weekly thing and you always looked forward to it. You guys finally stopped after about 4 songs and went back to the bar.

“Hey, T fill me up?” Fangs went over to a new initiate and started grinding with him, while Toni stayed behind the bar working. You looked around seeing all the couples making out, dancing, grinding, and everything in between. Then you looked over to Sweet Pea standing behind you, literally just standing. You wanted to be like the other couples and you knew Pea’s history. He had girls all over him. You wanted to be that girl for him, and you wanted to be able to kiss him in the bar and school like other girls probably did, but it wasn’t you and you hated that.

“Uhm, I gotta go” You stood up gaining the attention of Toni and Pea, you began walking out of the Wyrm before you felt Peas hand around your wrist.

“Wait, babe stop, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just, uhm have homework”

“Y/N just talk to me”

“Nothing's going on I just, I need to go, your dating a nerd remember, I have a lot of homework you know honors classes and such” Which wasn’t a lie you did have a lot of homework.

“Hey for your information I like dating a nerd, your cute when you do your experiments and stuff”

“You’re an idiot”

“I feel offended” You watched his hand go over his chest as a shocked look came over his face.

“Okay big guy, I gotta go” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before beginning to walk off.

“Wait can I walk you home?”

“My parents are their Sweets, you know how they are”

“Can I at least walk you almost there”

“Yeah” you began walking hand in hand with Pea. It was nice being alone and just enjoying each others company.

“What homework do you have”

“Well I have English, but then I need to work on my project for Reading Olympics”

“That’s awesome are you having fun with it”

“Honestly, yeah”

“Your gonna do great” you began laughing at the thought. Just the big bad Serpent being so proud of you for something you were making, and for it to be reading related made it even funnier.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You?”

“Why me?”

“Because it is hilarious to me that we are dating”

“Do you not…”

“God no Pea, I love being with you, it’s just funny to me like just our personalities and everything so different about us. Like you, the big bad Serpent who wears leather jackets and usually has a busted knuckle is dating the boring northside girl who loves writing and doing English projects.

“Baby I love being with you, I love watching you read, I love hearing you talk about the stories that you read, and I love the joy you get when you show me the things you have written. Just because we are different doesn't mean that we aren't right for each other. We may be different but that doesn't matter to me, because honestly when I’m with you I forget about everything but you”

“You're adorable you know that”

“Yeah, don’t go telling anyone I got a rep to keep up princess”

“Oh yeah, I'm sure you do big guy”

“Hey princess” he pulled you around and in for a hug.

“Yeah?”

“We arrived at your castle” You look up to see your house at the end of the street, you hadn’t even realized how far you walked. He always had a way to make you laugh, no matter what it was he always did.

“My castle?”

“I mean you are a princess”

“Like the princess and the Pea”

“Oh, and I'm the dork?”

“I love you Y/N, I’ll see you later” he threw his arm around you pulling you in for a hug. He pulled away landing a quick peck to your lips. You began walking towards your house. You looked back once or twice to see him standing there before you entered through your gate. Pea always waited till you got to the door never trusting the streets at night, he needed to know you were safe. You felt your phone buzz pulling it out of your pocket and seeing Pea’s name.

P: Did you get inside?

Y/N: You watched me walk through the gate…

P: That’s not inside baby girl, I can’t see past the gate. Did you get into the house?

Y/N: Yeah Pea I did

P: Alright baby I love you I’ll see you tomorrow

Y/N: Love you too Pea

Pea always begged to walk you to the door, but you would never let him. You couldn’t risk him seeing the Mantle sign that hung on the door once you entered. It wasn’t that you were afraid to tell him, you were afraid for Reggie to find out, afraid he would stop you from dating.

You went upstairs doing some of your homework before laying in bed and drifting off to sleep. You woke up the next morning walking downstairs and see Reggie sat at the counter.

“Hey Reg”

“Hey Y/N, how was Toni’s”

“Good, I came back early to get some homework done, How was the game?”

“Really good, we won”

“Oh really, that’s awesome you guys have been doing really good this season”

“Yeah we got a good team, you know the old guys and the new ones are working really well together”

“That’s good, how’s the Serpent beef?”

“Not really there we kinda just play and let it all ago, it’s not really like last year”

“Good, good”

“Yeah, Hey do you need a ride to school?”

“Sure, thanks” The ride to school was quiet, small talk here and there. You arrived at school and walked to the library knowing you wanted to get a start on the book you were reading, your favorite book at that. You sat down beginning the chapter you were on before you got distracted by your phone buzzing.

P: Where are you?

P: baby you good?

P: Y/N?

Y/N: Sorry Pea I was reading

P: oh cool, sorry I bothered you what are you reading?

Y/N: your not a bother and you know it, and Y/F/B

P: oh cool that’s your favorite right?

Y/N: yeah

P: hey where are you tho?

Y/N: library

P: can I come?

Y/N: of course

Your phone didn’t buzz anymore and a few seconds later you got startled by hands around your eyes, laying against your skin. You recognized the scent that enveloped you and the rough calloused skin that laid on the hands. You could tell it was Sweet Pea without even a glance up.

“Pea?”

“Maybe…” He kissed your lips while his hands still covered your eyes. Luckily no one was in the library during this time and you were completely alone with him.

“Oh now I know it’s you”

“Damn right” You watched as he sat next to you on the couch and pulled you closer.

“So baby girl tell me about this book again”

“I’ve told you so many times before”

“Oh, and I could relay every detail tenfold but I love hearing you talk about it” So you did, you told him every small detail and he would even mention tiny things that you missed. He always paid close attention when you talked. When you first began to hang out you always thought he ignored you but one day when he said something about a book that you even forgot telling him that is when you knew. You knew that he genuinely listened. He never got bored with the books, and he never got bored of you, he even read a book with you once so he could talk about it in depth like you had so many times. As you talked about the book and other random things he steals kisses here and there. At one point you got lost in a kiss only being interrupted by a cough from Fangs and Toni. Your heart plummeted when you turned and looked at them. They had seen you kiss Pea, they had seen you kissing him and it brought all the memories to the surface. The thoughts came onto you faster than they usually did, today wouldn’t be a good one.

“Y/N you okay?” You couldn't say a word the thoughts clouding your mind.

“Hey talk to me”. He pecked your lips with his, a thing that would usually get you out of your head when you were alone, but with the people around it made it worse. You rushed out of the school running before you felt a hand grab yours.

“No, you‘re not running from me, I know how you get when you run, we're going to the quarry, now” His tone was pleading, you didn’t want to argue he was going to need to know eventually. He walked you to his truck, opening the door and ushering you in before walking around to his side. He took your hand as he drove the short distance. You got out of the truck walking over to the couch and sat down.

“Y/N please talk to me, am I, am I losing you”

“No definitely not”

“Then what’s going on, I want to give you the smallest peck something you like and you pulled away completely and ran. Does my breath smell or something?” even when he was serious and you were upset the laughter would always come.

“No babe your breath smells fine”

“Then what?”

“I just didn’t want to kiss”

“That’s not it, your lying baby I know when you lie. Plus you’ve been doing it so often and you’ve never had a problem kissing me before and then you ran out of the Wyrm last night why?”

“I just I feel bad”

“Why?”

“I can’t” your head began shaking the thoughts pouring in and a tear slipping down your eye

“Hey you can, I mean if you're comfortable I'm here to listen”

“Okay” He grabbed your hand a signal to keep going .”Before I dated you, two years… before I dated you I was dating a guy named Chad. He wasn’t a good guy”

“Did he hit you”

“No, never but what he did was almost worse”

“What do you mean?”

“Well at first it was great, he was sweet and we were happy. But then we started telling people and he got possessive almost. Every time someone was around he would kiss me, and when I asked him to stop he wouldn't. That possessiveness in public never went further than kissing but it hurt me. Constantly being used almost as an owned object. I felt dirty, disgusting. I started getting anxious in front of people. I knew if I was around people I wouldn’t be able to be with him without the constant PDA he always put onto me. Then one day it got too much he kept kissing me turning into a makeout after one of my guy friends said I looked pretty. It was too much I lost my breath until y friend pulled him off and I could finally breathe. I broke up with him and he started dating my old best friend. I just ever since then relationships, I just couldn't do them, not until I met you”

“Baby If I knew I never would have done that”

“I know, I know I should have told you but I couldn’t, I wasn't scared I just didn’t want to, I feel so broken. I want to be with you in public but, there's just so many things you don’t know that scare the shit out of me. I ran out of the Wyrm the other day because of all the people making out. Seeming them so happy with their partners I just couldn’t. I want to be able to kiss you in public, but I mean it scared the shit out of me. I just don’t want it to control me anymore. Before I would kiss you at school because we would always hide and no one was around, but then Fangs and Toni found out and they are usually around it just, it causes my anxiety to skyrocket sometimes”

“Baby I wish I knew I am so sorry that I didn't know. Well I have an idea, I mean only if you're comfortable”

“We work through this, you know I would never hurt you like that, ever”

“I know, but what do you mean work through it”

“You take control, you kiss me when you want where you want however long you want. I don’t want you to feel scared that I am going to trap you by a kiss or be possessive of you because that isn’t who I am and I don’t want to be that person to you. I want you to be able to have control of it, and maybe that control will help you to not be afraid of kissing in public anymore and if you are that’s okay. I’ll just hold your hand and that will be enough for me, honestly baby girl as long as I'm with you I don’t care if I can kiss you in public or not”

“Okay”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I want to try, I want to be with you and be able to be with you in public”

For weeks you have been working with Sweet Pea, him letting you sneak kisses here and there, and even you letting him sneak a few. It grew comfortable being able to kiss him with others around. It never went further than a peck and it was only done once or twice in front of people you knew. There were a few hiccups where the thoughts came back but Pea always pushed them down by grabbing your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles. For some reason, that small gesture always knocked you out of your thoughts. You workers so hard at being able to be with him you now walked through school hand in hand.

It had been about three weeks since the talk that you had with Sweet Pea. He was standing with you by your locker when you pulled him close to you kissing him as you leaned back against the locker with him standing in front of you. The kiss only broke not by choice when your brother pulled Sweet Pea onto the floor catching him off guard and landing a swift punch to his jaw. You had been so wrapped up in trying to work through your issues you completely forgot about hiding the relationship from Reggie. You Were scared to tell Reggie for the pure fact that he knew about Chad. He rarely let you get close to anyone due to it, not that you wanted to until now. You got broken out of your thoughts when Sweet Pea grunted in pain, he wasn't fighting back something odd especially for him and especially against a bulldog.

“Reggie stop!”

“Why would I stop this asshole kissed you and had you against a locker” Another kick landed to Sweet Pea's ribs. You looked to the side to see Fangs and Toni now watching.

“Reggie please” another punch landing to Sweet Pea’s eye. You couldn’t take it anymore and Reggie wasn’t listening. As another punch was about to come you ran in front of Reggie pushing him back as hard as you could to at least give you a little time to reason with him. You stood leaning over Sweet Pea. Reggie couldn’t hurt him without hurting you with the way you were standing.

“Y/N move!”

“No Reg you gotta stop”

“He hurt you, you could have gone into one of your anxiety spells “

“No, no, no he didn’t hurt me”

“But he had you against a locker”

“I was in control that whole time Reg, I pulled him to me and put myself against the locker, I kissed him”

“Why!”

“Because we're dating”

“He is using you, what does he want? Is he forcing you?”

“God no we've been dating for about a month now, he’s great”

“Look I have practice, but we are talking about this later, be home after school got it” With that Reggie walked about before you could get another word in. You looked to Sweet Pea clutching his stomach.

“Fangs, Toni help me get him into the truck before the next class starts” they both came over gripping under his arms as he grunted you grabbed both of your backpacks before following them out to his truck. He had passed out on the drive to your house.

“Pea, Pea please baby wake up”

“I’m okay Y/N”

“I'm gonna help you inside so I can clean you up okay”

“Where are we?” “My house, before you say anything I don’t care if they know” He stood out of the truck with you helping him and you made it inside slowly. You brought him upstairs and into your bedroom and onto your bed. You laid him down and ran downstairs grabbing an ice pack before grabbing the first aid kit out of your bathroom. You laid the ice pack onto his stomach while you cleaned the cuts on his face. You began washing then cuts out and apply some ointment to them so they would heal.

“Baby I need you to stand up, your ribs are gonna bruise by the looks of it and I need to wrap it up”

“How are you so good at this”

“Football, I’ve patched Reggie up more times than I can count on both hands” You helped him stand and wrapped the bandage around him tightly.

“Baby ow, that’s so tight”

“Yeah, I know it’s either that your you don’t heal and your ribs float around”

“Your dramatic”

“Yeah, but it'll make you listen”

“Touche, now I deserve a cuddle come lay down” You slipped out of your jeans putting on Sweet Pea’s shirt that had been discarded onto the floor. Luckily there was no blood on it and you loved wearing his clothes.

“Stealing my shirt baby girl”

“When do I not”

“True’ You laid down with him tracing circles onto the top of his chest, careful going around his wrapped up ribs. You needed to know.

“Hey Pea?”

“Yeah baby”

“Why didn’t you fight back, you've never backed out of a fight”

“I wasn’t gonna knock out your brother Y/N, plus I wouldn’t fight in front of you unless I had to, you know that” You jolted up out of his arm earning a wince from him.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry”

“baby im okay just a little sore no worries”

"So wait you're telling me you knew”

“Of course I knew, I’ve known for a while”

“How? When?”

“that first time I walked you to the end of your street you thought I walked away but I followed you to the gate, I saw the name on the door and I kind of put two and two together” “Why didn’t you tell me”

“I knew you would tell me when you were ready”

“Well, thank you I mean, for not rushing me”

“Never baby you know that now come back here you were keeping me warm” You laid down again fingers tracing shapes into his chest once more. You quickly heard soft snores come from his mouth and you drifted to sleep shortly after. You woke up feeling eyes on you. And you looked over to see Reggie sitting in the chair across the room. He caused you to jump waking Pea in the process.

“What’s wrong!” Pea jumped up after you before slamming back down onto the bed in a yelp of pain.

“That… what… a bad idea”

“Oh my god baby I’m sorry are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I'm good” you heard the pain in his breaths but you didn’t want Reggie to hurt him anymore so you stepped in front of the bed.

“Reg please don’t hurt him, he didn’t do anything” Reggie just sat staring at the both of you while all this went down. “Reg what are you doing?”

“So your together?”

“yes”

“Has he ever once touched you where you didn’t want him to?”

“No”

“Has he ever once pushed you further than you wanted to go?”

“No”

“Has he ever laid a hand on you?”

“No”

“Have you ever been scared of him”?

“God no”

“Do you like him?”

“I love him Reg”

“You love him?”

“I do Reg. I care about him so much and he makes me feel as safe as you do. He never once pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I have control to choose when I want to go further and when I don’t. He helped me through the Chad issues making me feel like I got my power back, that’s why I was against the locker. I wasn’t scared I was comfortable” Pea interrupted

“Mantle if I ever felt she didn’t want something even as small as a kiss or me holding her hand, honestly anything I would stop instantly, I never want her to feel uncomfortable, ever”

“Do you love her”

“I do Mantle, I really do she makes me happy every time I'm ever upset or angry. I could be in such a bad mood but once I see her everything goes away instantly. I love being with her, I know I'm in love with her, and I couldn’t be happier”

“Alright” You watched him about to walk out of the room.

“That’s it? You're not mad?”

“I'm mad you didn’t tell me, I'm not mad you're dating him, I told you I learned who the Serpents were. I may not agree with everything they do and I may not want you to date one but you are and it is what it is, plus I don’t know any other guy who wouldn’t fight back let alone move while they were getting even if I am her brother, to be honest dude no guy I know is like that. Hell if one of the girls I’ve dated brother came after me I’d knock him the fuck out. But I am curious why did you? I mean I know you get in fights that’s not a secret I'm honestly surprised”

“I knew you were her brother but she didn’t tell me you were, she was afraid of losing what we had if she did. I mean she just told me about Chad a few weeks ago. Plus I know how fighting makes her feel. I wouldn’t fight in front of her unless I had to, and I wouldn’t fight you, you're her brother and she cares about you”

“You’re a good man Sweet Pea, take care of her or this time your ribs will actually break, got it?”

“I got it, Mantle, hey wait, thank you for being so cool with this. I promise to take care of her, really I mean it”

“I know you do” With that you watched your brother walk out of your room and you heard his bedroom door open and close at the end of the hallway. You turned to Sweet Pea who was still lying on the bed.

“That went better than I thought”

“Honestly I'm shocked too baby girl, but I’m happy we don’t have to hide anymore”

“Me too”

“Now come cuddle meeeeeeeeee”

“Wow you get real needy when your hurt”

“Don’t tell anyone”

“I know, I know. You gotta rep to uphold I get it” You watched his arms raise motioning for you to climb into the bed with him. You obliged slowly climbing into the bed with him.

“Can we stay like this forever”

“I mean I’m not complaining, but you know I kinda gotta pee”

“Please for the love of god tell me you are joking baby girl, I just wanna cuddle you!”

“Calm down ya big baby I'm kidding”

“Good” he placed a kiss to your forehead before slipping his hand to your back. You slowly felt his fingers rubbing up and down relaxing you instantly. You nodded off as his hand slowed down the slow beat of his chest causing a rhythm to sync between your breathing. You fit with him like a puzzle piece and it’s the only thing you could wish for.

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honestsycrets · 6 years ago

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➳ Rut V: The Second Bite

❛ pairing | ubbe x reader

❛ type | multi, this chapter is pure smut.

❛ summary | ubbe leaves his mark on the reader following her bonding with ivar under his nose.

❛ warnings | abo, breeding, polyandry

This was personal for Ubbe.

You fought him, tooth and nail, not to be bred by his fangs. In the end, you lost. It was Ivar who won. Laying upon that bed drooling his little brother’s cum was certainly not what you envisioned for your bite. Then again, sucking your new mate’s cock wasn’t the alternative that you envisioned either. Ubbe lurches his hands under your hips, yanking them to his covered hips. You pop off of Ivar’s cock with a whine. Ivar with a heated snarl.

“Underneath her.” Ubbe motions his brother to lay down. Soon Ubbe settles you on top of Ivar’s solid body, slipping his brother’s jutting dick against your entrance. He works him, only a second before his thumb would lead the head into your warmth, sopping with spilled seed. A warm pressure coils low in your stomach, making you feel strangely full. Ivar’s calloused hands take ahold of your hips, palming and kneading your hips.

“Ubbe…” His name is stretched on your lips as you lean back on your elbows, ensconced in the moment. You shift low enough that Ivar catches your nape between his teeth for a mean bite. Move, he’s demanding. Ubbe hovers above you. You’re caught in the weight of his eyes while you shift along with his little brother. You wince when Ivar loosens from your neck, stretching your hand out to Ubbe’s tunic. You fist his collar, tugging him forward. He hovers over you like a statue, denying you the pleasure of kissing him, touching him-- anything for him.

“Please, Ubbe.” You hear yourself say, focusing on the coming and going pressure. Ivar’s getting angry-- his thrusts snapping sharply now. You shouldn’t ignore him. The air punches out of our chest in short wails that you only later realize come from your lips.

“You should have listened to me.” He husks, his breath going even more ragged. Your eyes fall from his face toward the ties on his trousers. He unbinds his trousers, jerking himself with the aid of a pot of scented oil you kept in your bed. His face goes sardonic.

“I’m sorry.”

He looks delighted, eyes bright as if he’s amused by your worthless apology. Things would have been much simpler if you had given into his desire to breed, mark and take you as his wife. Now there was another party involved. One who about had it with Ubbe’s pointless speak.

“Hurry up Ubbe.” Ivar cuts short. “I’m not you’re fucking show, ergi.”

“Shut up,” Ubbe replies, the tip of his dick now touching your wet, filled hole with every slam of Ivar’s hands on your hips down. “You talk more than Loki.”

“At least as Loki, I would be smarter than you.” He quips back. You jerk as Ubbe spills the warm oil over his cock, spilling over the union between Ivar and you. Ubbe opens you with his fingers, following Ivar’s motions for a moment. His mouth purses as he forces himself within the tight space between Ivar and your walls. His fingers loosen when he is enough to keep inside. The hateful expression melts from Ivar’s face with the pressure his older brother puts on his dick.

“Stop I--” Ivar cuts off, dropping his head back on the pillow with immense focus. Ubbe would have too, if not for your forceful hips taking in the second of the Ragnarssons. He’s as deep as he’s going to get. The sensation rushes through your pussy, emanating from the heated burn of the two brothers together. Ubbe stops you short of slipping through the cracks of your omega burn, the need to breed with whatever man was there. He angles your jaw up to look at him.

“I want you to think of us.” Ubbe says. It’s sharp, almost threatening. After the years that you spent, denying him, denying him-- and denying him, you’re almost fearful to deny him again. You quiver. Your skin becomes gooseflesh. “When we’re fucking you together. We’ll fill you up, Ivar first, I think. Then I will. When it fills you and I bite you, you’ll know how it is to be mine.”

Your pussy tightens. A wind punches out of your chest, Ivar’s too, desperately shoving forward before Ubbe does. It was just-- him. Ivar almost fades, but ever in his presence, you have to give him attention. Your hand reaches towards his on your hip, sandwiched. Your body relaxes around the two of them. Ubbe pulls out only slightly, quickly shoving himself back inside of your body with thrusts that quake the bed.

“Okay.” Your breath feels as stretched apart as your pussy was between the two of them, satisfied grunts spilling through the room between the two of them. Ubbe’s hands are tight in the sheets beside Ivar and your heads, the rumbles of his pleasure beating around in his chest. The scented oils fill your noise but punched out between natural oil is the scent of Ivar and Ubbe at the same time.

“Let’s fucking knot her already,” Ivar complains, hands roaming up to your breasts. He turns his head into your neck, taking a long drag of your scent. “She’s fucking fertile.”

“Do you want that, (Y/N)?” Ubbe asks. “Do you want to be full of our pups?”

You nod.

Not good enough. Ivar’s teeth dig deep into your neck, breaking the skin. The heat radiates from his bite across your entire body in that single bite. The pain is outlined by the pleasure of your mate worshipping your mating mark, pulsing through your cunt with great force. Your eyes flutter shut, suddenly aware of the warm cum Ivar pumps inside of you when Ivar’s jaws clamp down, hard on your neck.

“Ye--Yes!”

“Look at him. He’s cumming.” Ubbe notes, and sure, that was nice too. You inhale hard at Ubbe’s punishing pace. Ivar’s softening cock slips out, a warm tingle inside of you with Ubbe’s movements. This time, he hasn’t knotted. You suck in air, gushing around him too. The head of his cock knocks against your cervix more purposefully now, and he’s lost in the wet slaps. Almost there-- you might have thought, but your body had gone nearly boneless underneath him. Your hands leave Ivar’s hands, sloppily thrown over Ubbe’s shoulders. You tug at his braid, wrenching his head back. It serves to enrage him in the best of ways, defiantly shoving forward to latch upon the opposite side where Ivar had been previously-- and now, Ivar was dazed in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Ubbe-- you’re going to… kn..”

“You’re not going to stop me.”

Not this time. Ubbe’s teeth break the skin of your other mating space. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t just cum-- but you feel the rush of pleasure invading your body jolts you to another orgasm in tandem with Ubbe’s final thrusts. His knot pulls at your wet walls before he releases his sticky cum inside of you, balls against your ass. His cum is almost comforting and familiar-- and your mind drifts until Ivar’s loud growling echoes the room.

“You forgot me.” He hisses, pinched beneath your bodies. Ubbe’s jaws loosen upon your neck, which at this point feels more like ground beef, littered in bites that began to redden and pulse.

“Never forget.” You say, openly studying his handsome jaw. “You’re too loud to forget.”

As if that was endearing, Ivar thinks. He gives a sigh of annoyance.

“When does his knot go down?” He asks.

“When it does.” Ubbe cuts out, his eyes crinkling at the edges. When Ivar slumps back again, you know one thing: It really would have been easier if you had given in when he wanted you to. You lean a kiss upon his jaw. Visibly, you note, Ivar delights in the kiss.

Easier, perhaps. Better? Never.

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saltyfilmmajor · 5 years ago

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1 3 and 7 for the ask meme

1. The meaning behind my url:

so it stems from when I was about 12 or 13 and I had gotten my first smartphone. I needed an email account for reasons I don’t remember and used Supergeekytoon because of my interests at the time: superheroes and cartoons and the geeky because I was one of those geeks. and then it just became my go-to username for basically everything

3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:

None Tattoos, Left Beef

7. Biggest turn offs:

Being Ignored/not being listened too - not like never getting texted back although I don’t like that either, it’s more like if we talk I’d like to know you’re paying attention and that my interests are relevant.

People who are super pushy about things: a dude made a big deal about the fact that I don’t like pickles and I already didn’t like him to begin with but like please just chill out.

Not being engaged with the outside world and on the flipside, know-it-alls.

Men: did you know-

me: yes I did know shut UP! SHUT UP!

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:

#Emily #boasamishipper #Nancy's Inbox

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scotty-the-poet · 6 years ago

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tbh don't bother with geeky. She gets obsessive over her pestering and harassment of members of the supercorp fandom. She's even done it to peaceful shippers that have never done anything rude or hurtful to people in other fandoms. It's all an effort to collect "receipts" and drive people over the edge. She hounds the tags and spams supercorp posts with trash talk and info graphics. Nothing you can say is good enough to talk her down. She just keeps needling. So it's best to block and move on

Me being confused as fuck about geeky’s anger:

Anyway! Thanks Anon! I think folks get a little to riled up online. I don’t know anyone of y’all irl but I’m sure we’d all be cool. Passions just run super high in this hell site sometimes lol. I’m sure it’s a case of overexcitment and internet personas coming into play. However, I don’t have the energy to be mad at someone over shipping online of all things. Like we are still beefing over the internet? In this economy?

#supergirl #supercorp #shipping drama thats not really drama?

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thirtysomethingloser92 · 6 years ago

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The Last Time

Author’s note: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘The Last Time’ Dunno if I should do a part two or not.... Summary: “You try to help Spencer after his kidnapping and he pushes you away” Words: 1,313 Warnings: Angst.

“This is the last time Im asking you this, Put my name at the top of your list. This is the last time I’m asking you why, You break my heart in the blink of an eye”

You were watching him destroy himself, and deep down, it was destroying you as well. As soon as he was home after being taken and tortured by Tobias Hankel you had watched a light diminish in your best friend’s eyes. His once brown eyes, eyes that lit up your entire world, had been extinguished. You watched as he withdrew, as he pushed you away. Every approach was hit with a carefully constructed brick wall around his emotions and his heart. You begged him to let you in, to let you help him, but he would close the door in your face, he would be the first one to hang up the phone, he would stop replying to your messages. You watched as someone you cared about so deeply, someone who you thought you knew every inch of destroy themselves. At night you would call him, and when he hung up you would cry. All you wanted was to be his friend, someone he could come too when he had those nightmares he would sometimes tell you about. He distanced himself from you and your friendship. Soon he became someone you didn’t even know. It started slowly at first, the little bits of anger. He would lose his temper at minuscule things at first, then eventually it became him getting angry at you; saying awful and hurtful things that he would later apologize for. But it was too late, the damage was done and your heart was that little bit more scarred. The dark circles were a dead giveaway that he wasn’t coping and you tried, god did you try to help Spencer Reid in a way you thought a best friend could. You would go to his house, try and get him into fresh air, booking him appointments with psychologists, getting the help of your other friends to try and talk to him. But at the end of the day, you were the bad guy, you pushed and you pushed and you ultimately pushed him away. Derek Morgan said it was bad, that Spencer was suffering but he didn’t want to burden you with it, he kept telling you that you just had to hold on, but how much more could you hold on? How long until a persons toxic coping mechanisms started affecting you as well. You could feel your own mental health deteriorating in the effort to try and fix your best friends. In the end, you had to step away. When he became secretive, when he became someone you didn’t even recognize; you stood in front of him with your tears falling down your cheeks while he sat on the couch in front of you, his brown eyes looking duller than ever, his skin pale and his hair untidy. You swore you would be by his side through thick and thin, but when was enough? You told him that you loved him, because you were. You were completely in love with your geeky ass best friend, but you couldn’t watch him destroy himself any longer. Your chest hurt, your stomach feels like you were being punched repeatedly, you just wanted him back. He stared up at you, his face showing a look of sorrow before switching and his voice was telling you to leave. He didn’t need you, he didn’t need anyone. He was okay and he was coping just fine. You both knew the lies in that sentence. You were heartbroken when you left his apartment, even more so when you heard things being smashed around his apartment. You didn’t dare turn back around though. You had tried and you were exhausted. You were trying to save someone who obviously didn’t want to be saved by you. You couldn’t imagine the horrors Spencer faced every day, you didn’t know how to deal with the aftermath of his job. Sometimes he would show up on your doorstep with a sad smile and he would spend the evening with his head on your shoulder watching old reruns, other times he would spend hours talking to you about something completely irrelevant in hopes that he would forget what he saw that day. But you knew what he was doing, you always knew. That was how you were best friends. From the first meeting at a bookstore in the middle of a rainy September afternoon, to now three years later when you stood at the Greyhound bus terminal with a ticket to California; all you ever wanted was him. Spencer Reid hadn’t contacted you since that fateful night when he told you to leave; you tried to call him, you tried to get someone to get him to call you, but he wouldn’t. Derek said he was okay, he was alive and he was trying to get through to Spencer, but it was a slow process; you wonder if he was even missing you. Guilt flooded your entire being, you were abandoning your best friend when he needed you the most, but all the advice you had been given was you couldn’t help someone who didn’t want it. You had put your own mental health issues on the line by putting them last in helping him. You had family in California, and they were who you were going to stay with for the next few weeks; you were going to give Spencer space, you were going to give him time to heal and when he was ready to speak to you he would. You wanted to leave him a letter, but deep down you knew that you probably wouldn’t give it to him. In it was everything you already told him, that you loved him and all you ever wanted was the best for him. You were sorry that you couldn’t help him in a way that he needed. As the bus pulled in you looked around, slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder. You honestly don’t know what you were expecting, Spencer to come running up to you begging you not to leave, that he was wrong to treat you like that, that he loved you too and he would let you help him. Life wasn’t a fairytale you realized, there was no white night running up to you begging you to stay. In fact, there was an older lady standing behind you impatiently telling you to hurry up and get on board. Tears welled up in your eyes as you found your seat, a window seat because you enjoyed watching the scenery. You pulled out your phone and saw that there were no missed calls, no new messages. Pulling up a new screen, you typed in Spencer’s memorized number; you placed the phone up to your ear and waited. You told yourself that if he answered you were going to go back, you were going to go stay by his side like the best friend would. Two rings. Three rings. The last of the passengers climbed on to the bus as the phone rang out. You swallowed deeply and looked up, trying to blink away the tears. You smiled as an older man came and sat next to you. You looked back down at your phone, willing it, silently begging for it to ring with Spencer’s name on the screen. As fate would have it, the bus departed with silence from the small device. You let out a small sob, covering your mouth as the man next to you handed you a small tissue. He asked if you were okay, you didn’t know how to answer, instead, you responded with boy troubles. The older man gave an understanding look. He pulled out a small bag of unopened beef jerky from his backpack down by his feet. “If there’s one thing I know about boys,” He offered you a piece which you took “They’re not worth it. My name’s John, John Curtis”

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid #derek morgan #fanfiction #reader #criminal minds

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