#this? I feel like I got hit by a truck. like I’m getting my period or getting sick. but I’m just physically exhausted.

[badolmen]

Rain got pushed to tomorrow night.

Pros: I can finish harvesting my local sites!

Cons: I have to finish harvesting my local sites.

[urfavlarry]

hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader

where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶

Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: not proof read, swearing

A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao

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It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.

The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.

“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”

You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.

He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.

Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.

The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.

Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.

You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)

[cultofdixon]

In a past life it was yours, the present is mine

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • At the line up it was revealed your family history, in the future it won’t be used against you, but for now? You have to change the problem from the inside out or all those you love will perish • ANGST/SFW • TW: Past Mental Abuse / PTSD / Trauma / Anxiety / Canon Violence / Depression • Canon re-written

Requested by: Anon

“Well, let’s meet the man shall we?” The right hand to the mystery man says with a smirk as he approaches the RV.

The archer turns to his other half seeing her keep a calm exterior even if the inner feelings spilled in tears.

I’ll always keep you safe Y/N Daryl mouths to her watching her nod smiling through the tears as both of their attention snapped back to what’s in front of them.

As the tension grew in the woods and the creek of the RV door opens followed by whistling that drove chills down their backs. The man stepped out and instantly locked eyes with the archer’s partner, standing there for too long as neither of them said a word. Until a smirk brought itself on his face as he grabs his right hand by the collar pulling him close to tell him something.

Then you know the rest…

As Negan drags Rick into the RV after killing two of their own. Abraham and Glenn. The right hand that is named Simon approaches the group as the vehicle disappears.

“Take the girl” Simon states watching two saviors come up behind Y/N grabbing her by the arms. “Take the hits and scratches, guys. She’s just a little thing anyway”

“Wait WAIT!” Maggie yells watching her friend getting taken as Daryl tried rising to his feet again when Dwight hit him in the back of the head with the blunt end of his crossbow.

Y/N froze watching such as it made it easier to drag her body to one of the trucks. The bigger man out of the two practically tossed her into the back of the van and was immediately pistol whipped by Simon.

“Best I do somethin’ before boss man puts a bullet in your head” Simon scoffs shutting the doors after pushing the guy of the way. “Take her back to the Sanctuary. She don’t need to see what else the man’s gotta do”

And with that the van left, leaving the group confused…Maggie hurt even further and Daryl livid. They didn’t understand why Negan ordered such to happen. Hell they don’t even know when that was ordered. His hushed side conversations were so short because he had other business to attend to.

How…how could he

How could he do this

To me

The drive was long, at least it felt like such. Y/N didn’t know where she was going or who else she would be dealing with but during the unknown period she simply cried. Cried over her deceased family and over the fear of losing the man she loves.

Soon the doors to the back opened and no one was forcing her out of the vehicle until a blond woman came. She grabbed Y/N by the arm and let the girl scratch at her or try to pull away but the grip she had on her? Good luck.

“Where are you taking me?!”

Nothing

“I demand to know!”

Again, nothing

“What is he going to do to my family?!” Y/N snaps before getting shoved in a room as the woman stood at the door a second.

“Family? This is your family, dollface” and the door shut, locking from the other side.

Y/N immediately went toward the door and started pounding against it, screaming out for anyone to let her out. Then she started to look for something to pick the lock with but as she searched the room she was in…it took a second to realize it was a room and not a cell. She decided to look around in hopes she’d find something to help her escape.

Instead she was met with her past.

How come yea never talk about your old life?

I told you a lot. What specifically?

Everybody’s got a family. You never said anythin’ bout that

Guess I’m just. Never ready to talk about it

I don’t think I’ll ever be, even now Y/N frowns holding a picture frame in her hands and the sound of keys jingling startled her to grab something heavy.

When the door opened and Negan stepped through, he quickly dodged the jar of pickles Y/N had grabbed as it hit one of his saviors behind him instead of him.

“Still got a hell of a throw”

Nothing

“How long have yea been with these people?” Negan asks watching her tense and retract at every step he took, inevitably stopping. “You have no idea how long I’ve been lookin’ for you” he snapped for one of his own to close the door to give them more privacy as Y/N immediately shoved him away.

“Why”

“Listen—-“

“WHY!” She yelled loud enough for those standing outside the door, even if the walls were thick. “WHY DID YOU BECOME THIS MONSTER?!”

“Princess, please—-“

“No! You killed my best friend. You don’t get to ‘princess’ me, dad. You took me away from my family…you killed those of MY FAMILY”

“IM YOUR FUCKING FAMILY” Negan finally yells back in her face watching her cower, making him step back taking in the sight to memory. “I’m your blood. You’re my daughter and my family. At least what’s left of it”

“I was your bastard child when you were a teenager…you only cared cuz I got stuck in your care. Then you met Lucille and I was already out of the house…you cut the line there. You moved on but even then…you still went back to your old ways.” Y/N frowns feeling the tears roll off her cheeks. “Now you’re just worse. A monster that put the woman you loved’s name on a bat that killed those important to me…where do you get off”

Before Negan could say another word, Dwight opened the door abruptly which was a big no-no on his part.

“Hey we got Daryl in one of the cells. What’s the next—-“

“What? WHAT” Y/N pushed Negan out of the way as he quickly grabbed at her arm only for her to pull with all her force. He tightened too hard that he heard a crack and instantly let go resulting in her shoving Dwight over like it was nothing and going through the halls.

No one was touching her

Or at least weren’t allowed to intervene

Unless she tried to escape…or help someone escape.

The banging on his cell door gave his position away as Y/N was stopped by the brute guarding his door. But she had about enough in the moment.

“Move out of my way”

“I can’t do that princess”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Or Wha—-“ He was instantly cut off by her leg swung right in between the legs hitting the family jewels hard enough for him to drop. Giving her a window to go for his knife and threaten to cut his throat open the second those chasing her approached.

“Jesus Christ. This is your blood?” Dwight scoffs stepping back every second their eyes locked.

“She’s definitely Negan’s daughter” Laura laughs at the sight watching Negan step closer not giving a single fuck if Y/N took the man’s life.

“It’s best to let him go. Wouldn’t want to be like me right?”

Y/N felt instant regret for her actions after he said such. She slowly released the knife as the guy quickly pulls away bringing himself behind Negan.

The man stood there for a while staring down at his child while his people stand behind him in fear of both Smiths. Then a pain brought itself in his chest watching her cower when he tried to simply step forward and help her up.

A small child took her place sitting there on the floor as he stood before her in his early twenties with a suitcase in one hand and a ticket in the other.

The two locked eyes and he turned around closing the door behind him. Never turning back.

“You get five minutes. But I’m not letting either of you go” Negan frowns opening the door to Daryl cell as he was about to fight whoever opened it when he saw Y/N and Negan on the other side.

The two were soon closed in the cell for privacy with a lantern for the light. Y/N frowns looking at Daryl after just telling him about who her father is and why she hasn’t told him or anybody. It’s not like she knew about his dictatorship in the old world, just knew the man as someone who wanted nothing to do with her as a child and when she became an adult he had already moved on.

“He…we gotta get out of this shithole”

“I don’t think that could happen without a window…or a bullet in one of us”

“From how he wanted yea at the line up, doubt he’d hurt yea”

“I’m not going to let him hurt you” Y/N frowns bringing herself close expecting Daryl to reject her after finding out of her bloodline.

But the archer carefully took her face into his hands wiping away the tears that suddenly sprung from her waterline.

“He may not hurt yea sunshine, but he can still break you”

Before another word could be shared, the door sprung open and Y/N was suddenly grabbed pulling her out of the cell as Daryl tried to use that as a window but was met with his own crossbow aimed at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare hurt him” Y/N thrashed against the grasp two saviors had on her as they lessen their grip when Negan glared at them. “You lay a hand on him and I will make you fucking regret taking me too”

Negan glared at his daughter before turning back to the archer and his people keep him in. He shoved Dwight back before shutting the door and locking Daryl in there. No more words were exchanged but all he did was grab Y/N by the bicep leading her to the rooms and locking her in a new one.

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“How come yea never talked about your family?” Daryl frowns joining Y/N on the porch of their new home. “Ever since we got here you’ve been extra quiet so I’m just assumin’ what the subject matter is”

“I just. Never experienced this niceness before. Like when y’all found me in the woods outside the prison? I had just gotten lost after seeing where my dad had lived all my life without me”

The sadness grew in his expression as he noticed hers barely shift, she’s accepted it a long time ago…but the pain will always be there.

“He had me as a teenager and my mom just gave me to him then fucked off. So he struggled for four years with the help of grandma, then one day I was seated on the carpet watching him pick up a suitcase and walk out the door.” Y/N frowns hugging herself as she kept her gaze to the floor. “It’s a mess of a story. Raised by my grandma, left at 18, heard years later he remarried and didn’t care about my existence further, his wife found out about me and met me in private…then the outbreak happened later and I went to see if they were alive because I had their address for the longest time…and all there was was a house in ruins”

“I’m sorry, sunshine”

“If he’s…still out there and our paths cross…I don’t think I’d want to be on this rock anymore”

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Daryl kept banging on his cell door for what felt like days. Granted…it was. To be real with what’s going on in Daryl’s mind, he thought he would be beaten to a pulp at this point. Or put through even worse, mental abuse of some kind.

They’ve been treating him well?

His wound

Keeping him fed

He doesn’t quite understand it until Dwight opened the cell one night to give him a sandwich and decided to talk.

“Your woman almost ripped me a new one when I tried to feed yea dog food. She’s takin’ everything like a champ though…with a dad like that.” Dwight laughs. “Everything I had of yours, she almost killed me for. But daddy will do anythin’ to get her to smile. Even if she cries most nights”

“Why the fuck are you telling me this”

“You ain’t dead because she’s doing everything Negan asks of her. Her reward? We don’t hurt you” Dwight states before making his leave and shutting the door forcefully behind him.

Y/N laid in the bed given to her, in the room made just for her. She kept staring at the ceiling dressed in a black dress that someone pointed out was made for pointing out Negan’s wives. But that was shot down by Simon who was assigned to keep her at the Sanctuary and to be honest? Neither of them were happy about it.

“Yo! Princess, boss man wants yea” Simon knocks on the door as Y/N sighs bringing herself to the edge of her bed slipping her boots on before leaving the room.

The two walked to the conference like room and found a head on the table, an anxious Dwight, and an angry Negan.

“Good luck princess” Simon whispers to Y/N, leaving the room laughing.

The annoyance on her face grew, but immediately changed to anger and worry.

“Daryl escaped” Negan snapped the second he locked eyes with his kid. “Who did it.”

“I’ve been with you and in my room almost every hour of every day. Your GOON here doesn’t let me anywhere near Daryl’s fucking cell. Even when he’s not on watch” Y/N gave back the same energy her dad was producing. “You’re always so controlling of everyone around here but what happens when your eyes aren’t glued on your fucking prisoner. He escapes on his GODDAMN OWN”

In a split second, with no thinking before actions made, Negan grabbed her by the throat and forced her against the wall as the thud echoed in the room but the alarming sound was the crack that came from her skull when she made contact. Tears instantly started to stream down her cheeks as she held onto his wrist feeling his grip loosen while her eyes slowly fluttered open after the impact made them shut tight.

Daddy please don’t go

The leader of the saviors suddenly pulled away making her drop to her knees as she instantly pressed her hand to the back of her head noticing the blood on her hand when she retracted.

“You’re just…the same fucking monster…I’ve always known” Y/N sobbed through broken words as Negan towered her unable to move or breathe for the matter. Dwight looked at him a bit confused but a wave of concern came over him as he brought himself to Y/N not caring if she protested.

“Come on. We’ve got a doc” Dwight helped her to her feet directing her out of the room, glancing back to see Negan in his frozen state.

“Daddy please don’t go” The four year old cried hugging onto her father’s leg as Negan drags her agaisnt the carpet before forcefully shaking his leg to get her to fall on her butt.

The tears broke out as she sat on the carpet right in front of the main door.

“I…I can’t do this” Negan frowns picking up his suitcase after slipping on his jacket. “I never should’ve had you”

The pout that grew on the little one’s face as the tears streamed down her cheeks while no more sound escaped her.

“I never should’ve left you…” Negan whispers to himself while his own tears rolled off his cheeks.

It’s been days with nothing going on…nothing…not even a visit from his saviors to communities they have under their thumbs. If you were new to one? You wouldn’t be able to tell they were controlled by someone unless somebody told you. But even then, they didn’t collect every other week. Didn’t threaten anymore people.

Nothing happened. Then the radio gave off receiving static.

“Rick. We gotta talk”

Rick looks at his radio with concern before looking across the table at his partner as Michonne shared the same concern but was also littered with confusion and doubt. This could be a trap of some sorts.

While Negan may have done nothing. The group had gotten to work on lessen the Savior population (once Daryl returned) by attacking more outposts with the help of the Kingdom, the Hilltop, and few Oceanside…it was top priority while certain few wanted to get their person back.

“He could’ve killed her by now” Daryl frowns sitting with Maggie on the steps of the Barrington House as they all decided it be smart for him to stay there in case if they did look for him.

“She’s his daughter. He wanted her, I doubt he would’ve killed her…but something still could’ve happened” Maggie didn’t mean to plant anything in Daryl’s mind, granted he was already thinking of such, but it was overwhelming. When Daryl returned and Negan’s first visit to Alexandria, everyone Y/N was close to found out that she’s Negan’s daughter. It brought a lot of mix feelings but even with certain negative ones, everyone collectively agreed they wanted to get her back safely.

“Daryl…you think that Rick would hurt her?”

“What.” Daryl says sternly noticing how calm and collected Maggie presented herself after saying such.

“From what you’ve told me, Y/N and her father are estranged. He didn’t raise her. She’s nothing like him. It’s just…instead of running with fear, Rick is turning back to that scary version of himself when we first came to Alexandria.” Maggie frowns her finger tips gently brushing her barely showing pregnant belly. “I’m afraid of him hurting her indirectly. To be fair…when I found out, I wanted to do exactly that. But then I remember she’s this outgoing person who’s super smart and an amazing listener to every single concern a person may have…she doesn’t even have to know you long to care so deeply about you…she’s nothing like this monster but he will hurt her and Rick will break some part of her”

While all of such happened, the Sanctuary sort of collapsed within itself once Negan disappeared. He just left without a word and Simon tried taking his place but then the people that Negan tortured under his boot for so long, started to fight back finally. Y/N watched it all unfold while packing up her stuff and planning her route out but it came clear to those die hard followers that she’s something that can bring him back.

Which he was planning to do while he stood in the old outpost, the first one the group attacked that led to their deaths. Negan sighed when Rick didn’t immediately come into view but once he did, he wasn’t alone. He didn’t have the whole group or those who’ve lost their partners. All he needed was Michonne and his son Carl. Knowing they’d keep him centered.

“If this is a trap, the others know to come rain hellfire on—-“

“The Sanctuary is currently imploding. None of’em like Simon and won’t follow him. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll let yea do. As long as you don’t punish her for my actions”

Carl’s expression softened hearing such as he didn’t think about that. His dad was just mad and terrified of what else could happen since Negan hasn’t done anything to them. Little do they know the shit he’s been putting his kid through mentally, and the few times physically that one would think she endured it all for her family.

“Dad. This seems…like the truth, but we still need to be careful”

“You should listen to the kid.” Negan states only for Rick to take that moment and right hook him making him stumble a bit as Michonne quickly pulled Rick back knowing he was about to do more. “I deserved that”

“You deserve a whole lot worse”

“And I’m telling you…” The man straightens himself up brushing the blood from his busted lip on the back of his hand. “Do whatever you want to me”

Before Rick could get to say his response, Carl stepped in front of him to physically cut him off.

“Why? Why are you rolling over on your back now? After you killed Glenn…killed Abraham…killed all those people just to gain superiority but we just…” Carl couldn’t connect the dots, even if they were right there, guess part of him wanted him to say it.

“I hurt her.” Negan stated watching all of them tense. “I hurt my daughter. I tried so hard to get some fuckin’ relationship back after what I’ve done in the past. But the present was never mine. Then I really hurt her…for something someone else did, and I could’ve killed her…I’ll do whatever yea want me to do, and let you do whatever you want to me…for her promised safety”

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Daryl sat on the porch checking his bike after they had gotten it back from the outpost. He felt her presence and felt it when Y/N brought her arms around his waist.

“You alright?”

“You know, whatever happens with whatever comes next…I’d always choose you”

The archer brought himself to turn toward her so he could wrap his arms around her kissing the top of her head whispering again asking if she was okay. She was.

________

She will always want to be in his arms.

Y/N stood outside the Sanctuary or what it used to be as people left…communities took people in, die hard followers were skeptical but given a second chance, Simon ran off, and she stayed at the place that kept her mentally beaten. But with her father, the Grimes (minus Jude), Daryl, Maggie, the king Ezekiel, Cyndie from Oceanside, and those who wanted to witness Negan get punished.

People wanted him dead. Rick wanted him to rot. So a bit of both happened. Y/N watched Rick put all his anger out on Negan and every punch made her flinch. She felt the tears come but no sound escaped her. Maggie brought herself to the other side of her friend while Daryl was on the other. She carefully took her hand into hers feeling her squeeze.

He’s a monster. He did all this horrible things and even with a good like…getting rid of it all…the pain was still there but so was the child from before the hell.

Michonne grabbed Rick’s shoulder when she thought Negan had enough but she also had enough of her friend watching her partner beat up her father.

“Patch’em up” Rick scoffs turning away from Y/N knowing if he looked at her, the regret will build. The new doc that his son found on a walk in the woods, Siddiq, took care of patching up Negan while Gabriel and Aaron tied him up taking him back to the cell that Morgan had made.

It was late in the night when Daryl felt the emptiness beside him and decided to get up looking for his partner who simply sat on the steps leading to the main floor. Her tired eyes said it all as he wished she had woken him to the nightmare she endured alone. He brought himself to sit beside Y/N as she flinched when he tried to check the bandage that was on the back of her head. The doc at the Sanctuary had to shave a part to get stitches in there after…yknow.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Yeah…”

“No…I mean, does it still hurt” Daryl frowns watching her tears build up as she continued to hug her knees to her chest hiding her face feeling him bring his arm around her. “You should’ve never had to deal with that shit, and shouldn’t have seen what happen”

“I couldn’t…let him hurt you or my family…I just…the words won’t come out clear in my mind…I just couldn’t lose anymore”

Daryl watched her unravel as he didn’t let her go bringing her into his embrace and into his lap. Holding her desperately close as Y/N latched onto his person afraid they’d fall apart if she let go.

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“You can have everythin’ and you still choose him?”

Y/N frowns looking at her father after she was forced to put on the outfit given to her. She looks around at the room surrounding her before locking eyes with the man that helped bring her into this world.

“He fixed what you broke” She states crossing her arms and holding her ground. “He didn’t have to, hell I did my best to keep my past to myself. But he loves me, protects me, makes me feel wanted…”

Negan wanted to speak but watched her hold her hand up to shut him up.

“I will always choose Daryl Dixon, over every man on this god forsaken planet”

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 5)

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: after your wild night with toji, you're forced to return back to reality. and by reality, you mean geto and gojo's house party. you're so tired, but nothing a few shots won't fix :) wait, hold on, who's that girl gojo is all over? wait, are you...jealous? ☆ warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! implications of sex, moderate to heavy drinking, partying, jealousy, sexting, over the shirt action, kissing, y/n and other characters get high/drunk/crossed and horny lol ☆ tags: modernAU, academiaAU ☆ a/n: HAPPY VDAY BABES xx 💜🖤💜🖤 sorry it's been a while since i updated this series (i got my period and then had lots of werk to do but im BACK). hope u guys enjoy some gojo and reader sexual tension >:) also to the anon who sent the passive aggressive msg about me not updating after hours...hope ur happy now 😒 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

“morning, riko!” you greet the raven haired barista sleepily, “iced cappuccino with soy milk, please.”

“what…are you sure?” riko says, her face surprised. you always order your signature iced matcha latte with oat milk, unsweetened of course. riko knows it, every one knows it. 

“yeahhh, i know. i just had a late night and then an early morning…” you groan. you won’t lie — you feel like you just got hit by a thousand trucks and your eyes are stinging (and probably red from the lack of sleep). “i’m bad at time management,” you confess sheepishly.

riko giggles. “not as bad as your friend trying to order a latte and pretending he likes it”. you sneak a glance at geto, who’s taking a sip of his americano and grimacing at the taste, which makes you smile at his lovesick gesture. “does he know we have other beverages?”

“ehh, i think he does but…he’s just trying to impress a very pretty girl who works here,” you say, trying your best to be obvious…but not too obvious that geto would be upset.

“oh my god, y/n! you know kuroi is happily engaged!” riko jokes, laughing lightly. 

“oh darn, i have to break the bad news to suguru…he’s gonna be sooo upset,” you say sadly, pretending to wipe away a false tear dramatically, as riko rings you up for your order. just then, you think of something awful that suguru would definitely kill you for, but you’re already pretty bold for wearing the same outfit from last night that you got fucked in and showing up 30 minutes late to meet your friends, so fuck it. 

“speaking of which, riko…are you doing anything tonight?”

“besides closing up…nope.” she answers. 

“well, a bunch of us are going to the new barcade that opened up downtown this evening. i’m thinking around 9, think you can make it? you can tell suguru himself to lay off kuroi,” you joke jovially. 

riko laughs heartily. “i’ll see you guys there”, she says, handing you your receipt, as you wave goodbye and head to your friends in the corner table. you try not to act flummoxed as you approach your friends, suddenly acutely aware of the how your hair was all over the place (why doesn’t toji own a hairbrush?) and that your jumpsuit was clearly wrinkled and that you hadn’t been able to take a shower yet. god, this was not your sexiest look. 

“do they usually allow walk of shames in this cafe? i thought it this was a safe space?” satoru grins, already thinking of 30 ways to roast you for showing your face here after being 30 minutes late. he’s trying to push away any thoughts of you getting fucked by toji out of his head. 

“shut up! i…i didn’t bring any extra clothes and i woke up late, okay!” you say, defending yourself earnestly. 

“leave her alone, satoru,” suguru chastises, as he scoots down a chair to make room for you. “anyway, why were you talking to riko for such a long time? did she…say anything? it’s my haircut isn’t it? i just wanted to trim the bangs a little bit but they went sooo overboard and now-“

“oh my god suguru, chill!” shoko says, rolling her eyes. “he hasn’t been able to shut the fuck about riko and it’s so annoying that me and satoru are thinking of just asking her out on his behalf, at this point.” suguru tries hard to hide a blush before trying to deflect, but you interrupt them both. 

“no need,” you say, turning to face suguru, “you can ask her yourself what we talked about…tonight. at the barcade.” you smile wide with your teeth and give suguru pleading eyes, hoping he won’t get upset with you for taking the liberty to speed run his first date with riko. 

his face immediately is unreadable, and satoru elbows his ribs hard and hits his back. “congrats, pal! you finally have something to look forward to tonight that isn’t on your nintendo switch.”

“yeah. i mean…i d-don’t care. at all. i mean…good for her for coming. i don’t know if i’ll even be there but if i see her then i see her. no big deal…” suguru says, mostly to himself. 

everyone at the table laughs, and you find your initial weariness of your extended walk of shame slowly melt away. you take a sip of your cappuccino, as utahime complains about how tired she is from playing animal crossing with shoko all night. you feel soft thinking about how utahime probably stayed up later than her usual early bedtime for shoko, knowing full well she has to wake up at 7am the next morning for both getting coffee and teaching her 1st period homeroom at the local high school. shoko has been recently trying to fix her sleep schedule from her night float rotation all junior residents had to do at the hospital their third year. 

“also, before i forget, pre-game at ours at 7. we’re inviting nanami and haibara and some other people,” satoru says absentmindedly, his eyes focused on responding to a text on his phone before turning and facing you. “you’re still good on giving me a ride to lab today, right y/n?” 

oh shit. “oh, umm, yeah, definitely still good with that.” you say quickly. you don’t exactly remember when you offered to give satoru a ride, but you assume it was one of the many times you tuned him out when he spoke. who’s satoru texting? the intrusive thought came out of nowhere, but you push the newfound irritation back where it came from. 

satoru and you walk back to your car while you both lament about how awful this week’s lab has been. “i mean, why even give us a lab when we have a final in like less than a week?” you say exasperatedly, as you search for the keys to your cream white mini cooper and unlock it. 

“speak for yourself, i finished that lab last week.” satoru boasts, grinning at your when you give him a confused look. “i’m only going to help the cute girls in class with their work.” he shrugs. what a slag. 

“you’re a whore,” you scoff, slightly annoyed at satoru. so he has time to help some random cute girl in class but not his best friend. you buckle in, and take pleasure in watching satoru struggle to situate his legs inside your tiny cramped car. his knees are bent at awkward angles, and his head practically touches the roof of the car. 

satoru groans loudly and dramatically. “you have the smallest fucking car in the world, y/n, y'know that?” 

“fits me perfectly,” you say nonchalantly, as you back up and drive out to campus. 

“well it baaareeelyyyy fits me,” he pouts, the sun visor bumping his head while he pulls it down. 

“it’s not even that tight,” you assure him.. 

“it’s very tight, y/n. i can feel the walls squeezing me.”

“get over it.” 

“oh, so it’s okay if toji says that to you but when i say it, it’s a fuckin’ problem?” 

you practically choke on your saliva and swerve into the other lane upon hearing satoru’s comment. “h-how did you know…he said that to me?” you say incredulously. there’s no way he like…hacked your phone or something right? maybe you accidentally butt dialed shoko last night and they all heard you moan god knows what. the storm of thoughts in your head is interrupted by satoru’s laughter. 

“i didn’t know he said that but now i do.” oh, god. you fell for it like a fucking idiot, y/n. you try to retort something back but you’re left speechless. actually you’re a bit impressed — satoru got that out of you masterfully, and you have to appreciate the tact (or perhaps lack thereof) he had. you try to be angry towards him, but it’s futile as you both start laughing. 

“i hate you — stop making me laugh it’s not funny i need to focus on the road, idiot,” you say in between giggles. your eyes stay fixed on the road as you playfully flick satoru’s head (he lets you — your laughter makes his heart beat faster and he ignores it). satoru grabs your hand with his and starts rubbing your fingers together in an effort to warm them up. 

“you’re hands are so cold all the time…” he murmurs. to him, it feels so natural to play with your hands, and you let him (his touch brings an undetectable heat to your face…and other parts of your body). you look steal quick glance over at him, and are overcome with a sudden and foreign shyness that instinctually forces you to retract your hand back to the wheel almost immediately. you clear your throat, before announcing to satoru that he was here. 

satoru’s knees and joints crack as they are finally released from the prison of your mini cooper, and he dramatically lets out a sigh of relief. he gets out of the car and makes a show of stretching his long legs and arms. his collegiate basketball crewneck slides up, and you catch a glimpse of his toned abs and happy trail. you hope he doesn’t hear your breath hitch before snapping out of the trance and rolling your eyes. “have fun harassing the cute girls in your class!” you say sarcastically, as he flips you off before heading to class. 

during your drive back home, you don’t want to process the familiar feeling you felt last night when satoru texted you before you had sex with toji. the thoughts you had of him choking you and kissing your while toji played with your titties. oh god, you’re thinking about it again! stop it!

your neck aches from staring at your laptop screen for the last two hours as you try to make going out tonight worth it by studying extra for your final exam next week. your neck cracks loudly in all the right places and you head straight for a quick hot shower. you practically moan when the hot water hits your scalp, and allow the water to wash away all the stickiness of your complicated relationship with toji and satoru. tonight’s just for having fun and not doting on the future, you tell yourself, but not before taking a look at your soapy chest and thinking this is just the perfect picture for toji to see. you quickly snap a pic, promising yourself you won’t be one of those desperate girls toji always brings over to his house. 

y/n: [1 Photo] hi :)

okay, you know you had just sent the photo to toji, but it did kind of break your heart that he didn’t immediately respond. okay, sure he’s a single dad so he might be busy…or he’s fucking some other girl. your heart drops slightly at the thought of him blowing some other unsuspecting girl’s back out, and the sadness quickly turns to annoyance. you’re better than this, y/n. who cares anyway — no one sucks dick like you do. you smirk. you definitely aren’t the type of girl who would hook up with anyone, but you know how to not sell your skills short. if toji was busy with his own life, well, so were you. 

you hop out of the shower, checking your phone once again to see if toji had responded, only to be met with a text from satoru in the group chat:

satoru: [1 Photo] got the goods 😛

you open the photo to see him with a couple packs of white claws, and suguru in the background looking intently at two wine bottles in his hands. no way is satoru’s lightweight ass is gonna make through even one can before getting sloshed, you think to yourself. 

shoko: what’s sugu doing?

satoru: deciding on what wine to get for riko lmfao 

you can’t help but smile at how cute suguru was, being so nervous for something that wasn’t even a formal first date. 

y/n: awww 🥹 get the rosé bby 

shoko: y/n if ur ass isn’t ready in 10 mins i s2g i’m gonna leave without u

you scrunch your nose and throw your phone on the bed — if you really hurry you could easily be out your door in fifteen. after thinking for five minutes, you decide on a classic little black skirt with a slit on the side paired with a lace cropped bralette (that honestly really did wonders to your boobs). you wore an oversized leather button down shirt, sheer black tights, and a pair of black gogo boots. you quickly fixed up your hair, figuring that “wet” look was already trendy anyway. after applying your makeup at the speed of light (you went for a subtle yet sultry neutral look), you grab your little purse and sprint out your room, and see that shoko was staying true to her word, as she was just about to head out the door. she sees you, stops, and grins. 

“you barely made it,” she teases, as she holds the door open for you. 

“you bitch.” you respond, rolling your eyes. “is utahime meeting us there?”

“yes she’s already there,” shoko says, not looking up from her phone as she calls an uber. so that’s why she’s been dying to get out of the house so impatiently. 

as both of you get into the uber, shoko pulls out two gummies from her purse and offers one to you. “pregame the pregame?” she says, and you both start giggling as you pop the gummy in your mouth. it’s probably not going to hit for a while, which leaves you plenty of time to get there and say your greetings to nanami and haibara before you get extremely crossed. you check your phone one last time, only to be met with no texts from toji. 

“thanks for the ride!”, shoko yells out as the uber driver speeds away. 

“umm, i’ve never been to oovoo javer…”, you say through giggles uncontrollably. oh, fuck. this must’ve been one of those fast acting gummies. shoko must have been feeling the effects too because she starts laughing noiselessly and you both are doubling over outside of satoru and suguru’s apartment, grabbing each other for support so you both don’t fall from how much you both are laughing.

the door of the boys’ apartment flies open and it’s some couple open mouth kissing each other, stumbling their way out of the confines of the living room rager that lied ahead for both of you. you and shoko both bit back another giggling fit before stepping in. suddenly, two arms engulfed both of you in a strong yet familiar bear hug. 

“himeee~” you hear shoko greet cheerfully. 

utahime hiccups, already a bit tipsy. she pouts jokingly before shoko kisses her cheek and you squeeze her torso back in another bear hug. “you bitches are awful for leaving me with dumb and dumber…” she says, punctuating her words with hiccups. 

“i’m sorry, 'hime. let’s grab a drink. i also packed you a joint,” shoko apologizes before utahime drags the both of you to the kitchen for a drink. in the kitchen, you find nanami slouching against the fridge, looking annoyed as ever, and haibara animatedly talking to some lower class men. haibara locks eyes with you and immediately turns and embraces you in a warm hug, while nanami manages a shoddy wave. 

"ahhh my favorite little babiessss~" you squeal, pulling both guys closers to you and giving them a strong hug. you always get very touchy and sentimental when under the influence. "i haven't seen you guys in sooooo long!"

"please let go, y/n." nanami says calmly, but not before briefly squeezing you back for what felt like half a second. wait a minute -- what the hell is nanami doing here? he never comes to these things.

"wait why are you he-"

"save it," nanami interrupts, running his fingers through his hair. "i'm only here because i wanted a referral to the lab gojo works at, and he said yes but that i needed to come over this evening so he could ask me some questions regarding the referral application."

"oh, yeah! what questions did he want to ask you?" haibara asks quizzically.

nanami takes an even deeper sigh. "i showed up and he asked if i wanted to take a shot and when i sad 'no just ask me what you need for the referral', he was like 'that's the question, do you want a shot?' and that's how i got fucking tricked into coming to this godforsaken rager." nanami seems truly miserable having fallen for satoru's scheme so easily. "anyway...given the circumstances, i did take a shot..." he groans, slowly sliding down the fridge onto the kitchen floor.

you and haibara laugh, and utahime hands you a white claw. you open the chilled can, and take a sip, your hazy state of mind helping you not feel the slight burning in the back of your throat.

"speaking of that idiot, where is he?" you ask, your eyes scanning the room for his bright white hair. you frown not seeing him anywhere, but your face quickly relaxes when you see suguru and riko heading to you and your friends. oh nice, suguru finally managed to ask riko to come to the pregame, too.

"hey riko!" shoko greets, "didn't expect to see you here..." she teases.

riko giggles and take a sip of her wine. "i couldn't say no to seeing my favorite customers!" she steals a quick glance up at suguru and you swear you see him blush. "also, this wine suguru picked out is amazing! how did you know i love rosé?"

you bite back a smile, making quick eye contact with suguru. "oh...lucky guess..." he shrugs, playing it off nonchalantly.

"oh by the way, i got a joint for us to share," shoko says, pulling it out of her bag. "anyone interested in puff puff passing?" she asks, already holding utahime's hand and heading to the balcony. suguru and riko follow suit, and you quickly bid nanami and haibara farewell.

as you turn around, you bump into the man you've been looking for, wearing the same basketball collegiate crewneck, white hair disheveled, and a drunken flush to his face.

you don't even get to say hello to satoru as he lifts you up in a giant hug that encompasses you and spins you around, making you squeal. you can't help but wrap your legs around him, knowing full well you probably shouldn't since your skirt was not long enough for it, but you needed to feel the warmth and comfort of his body around yours. you always got a bit too touchy feely when you were under the influence...

"eeep satoru~ put me down!"

"nope, missed ya", he mumbes into your hair. oh, he's definitely drunk right now. sober satoru would never openly admit something like that and it makes you giggle.

"please~ my skirt is too short for this ahh~" you plead, unwrapping your legs from his torso, all of sudden feeling embarrassed through the warm haze engulfing your body. satoru finally puts you down and shamelessly eyes you up and down while taking large sips of his beer.

"that skirt can definitely be shorter," he says cheekily, his blue eyes filled with drunken mischief. you roll your eyes dramatically and also take a sip of your claw.

"you're drunk, satoru..."

"and you need to get drunker!" he yells, already grabbing you a shot glass and pouring some of rankest shit you've ever smelled. the music starts pounding louder, and you need to raise your voice even higher to make sure he hears you.

"aren't you gonna take one with me?" you shout.

"y'know i'm a fuckin' lightweight, baby~" he frowns, handing you the shot, a little bit spilling with his sloppy actions.

you scrunch your nose at the strong stench. "i'm a bit stoned though so only one, okay?" you say to him. you close your eyes, hold your breath, and down it. your eyes water and you have to prevent yourself from dry heaving as you immediately grab the nearest can of cola on the table and chug it as a chaser.

"wooow, you're such a baby," satoru jeers, thinking about how you've always needed a non-alcoholic drink to wash down your alcohol. you're not a heavy drinker by any means -- not even a moderate drinker. as as a social drinker, you always feel the need to try to at least sort of keep up with your friends when they drink the rankest and cheapest liquor. thank god satoru has always been a lightweight.

"shut up~" you say, rolling your eyes. you grab satoru's arm and pull him closer to the balcony where all your friends are. he slides his arm down so that you're holding his hands. your heart beats faster, knowing full well your vices always made you...hornier than usual. you're trying really hard to not look back at satoru, but you steal a glance anyway. his flush face and tired eyes are all of a sudden looking really attractive to you. your eyes slide down and look at his hands, the shape of his long calloused fingers gripping your hand and you can't help but imagine how they would feel pumping inside you. oh god, was he always this attractive? ugh! why can't toji just message you back so you can just go over to his place instead of having to lust over your best friend?!

you both enter the balcony, and the cool yet humid evening air hits your face, allowing you to finally breath something that wasn't beer and sweat. that is, until the stench of weed hits your nose.

"ugh, this shit's gross! i dunno how you guys can fuckin' stand the smell," satoru complains, dramatically making a gagging face.

"and you call me a baby?!" you snort, still trying to not be obnoxiously flirtatious throughout the night to satoru. you cannot let the horniness win tonight. god, what's gotten in you? you're never this...desperate? it's satoru's fault because he's looking so good tonight, you tell yourself. you pass on the joint, and try to focus on the conversation at hand, but it's hard when satoru puts his arms around you and pulls your closer to his chest.

almost instinctively, you melt into his chest, allowing yourself to feel his warmth and focus on his breathing chest. you smell the beer from his mouth as he laughs at something suguru said and you giggle too so people can know you're sort of paying attention.

you're a perfect mix of drunk and high, and you're feeling blissful being out on this balcony with your best friends, albeit minus the thoughts of how good satoru was looking tonight. is it even that wrong to think that your friend looks hot? you're not being delusional right?

"suguru is definitely being a comedian tonight for riko, isn't he?" you tiptoe up to satoru and whipser into his ear, thinking you're being subtle. unfortunately for you (and suguru), the loud music isn't being carried out to the balcony, and everyone hears you, and starts laughing. oh shit. you immediately pan over to suguru and see him pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"oh my god, suguru i- riko, i'm obviously joking!" you say really fast, slurring through your words as the shot finally is taking effect into your body. "obviously, suguru is the funniest person i know!"

"second funniest but i'm letting suguru tell all the jokes tonight. he needs this more than i do." satoru smiles brightly, looking at his best mate and making a kissy face at him.

"okay, riko, we are actually. um. we are leaving. and going to my room or the living room or literally anywhere else but here," suguru says, abruptly standing and helping riko up.

"wait what no, i wanna hear more about this-" she starts to tease, but ends up laughing.

"you're taking her to your room?!" shoko teases, raising her eyebrows comically. utahime chokes on the joint and starts laughing coughing and you do too, before you immediately stop. you cannot get on suguru's nerves tonight, as you know that'll make him too in his head to actually focus on having a fun time with riko.

you lift your body weight off of satoru and make way for suguru to leave. satoru side steps in front of suguru and pulls him into a hug, to which he scowls and tries to break free of. "mate, we LOVE you. i love you. and y/n loves you. and i'm going to absolutely obliterate you at street fighter at the barcade tonight." satoru slurs through his words and you almost feel bad for riko for having to deal with you and your friends.

you give a sympathetic look to riko as she trails behind suguru, patting his back softly and giggling. you're about to whisper a quick sorry to her, but she takes you by surprise by whispering "i hope i get obliterated by him tonight."

your jaw drops and you could almost cry laughing at what riko just said. i mean, okay, yeah it makes sense, and good for her but oh my god? i didn't know she had that in her?, you think to yourself.

"queen, i hope it happens. i'm for real manifesting this for you," you whisper back quickly and she sips her wine and giggles and follows suguru out of the balcony.

you turn around incredulously to shoko and utahime and look up satoru, all of them completely in shock at what they heard. there's a moment of silence to process before the intrusive thoughts win in your head. "honestly, i hope i get obliterated tonight, too."

shoko groans. "shut the fuck. up! you literally got obliterated last night! can you be normal about physical touch for just one night?"

"i can't, shoko, you know i get horny when i'm crossed~" you whine, your doe eyes getting wider in desperation. oh cool, you're off the deep end now. you're just fully horny and admitting it in front of satoru who will, at the very least, use this as incriminating evidence tomorrow.

"i can help with that," satoru flirts brazenly through the alcohol in his system, bringing you closer to him and holding you tight.

"desperation is such a turn off," utahime says almost immediately.

you giggle as you melt into satoru's chest once more. "what's going on, toji not treatin' ya right?"

your body almost instantaneously goes rigid upon hearing his name, and your senses almost clear up. you whip your phone of your purse, completely ignoring satoru's question and check your messages to see if you got a notification from toji, only to see nothing. you groan and rub your temples in stress. "okay guys, gather around. this is an emergency," you say as everyone huddles closer to you.

"it's not an emergency, FYI", shoko clarifies, already having heard this story in the uber ride here.

you explain to utahime and satoru about how toji had not responded to your explicit picture since this afternoon, and how you're feeling stupid and insecure about it. "i mean, is there something wrong with me? did i cross a line? how can you ignore the same titties you sucked on less than 24 hours ago?" you say frustratingly, the alcohol once again allowing you to give way more detail than you normally would.

"you see, it's a bit hard for me to, like, understand exactly what the situation is. i think i need to see the picture you sent him to really understand and help you out, y/n." satoru says with dead seriousness as he locks his eyes with you.

"oh yeah of course!" you say as you unlock your phone and are about to show him before shoko grabs your phone away and utahime flicks his forehead.

"you nasty disgusting pervert..." she mumbles, shaking her head.

"she was literally about to show me~" he whines. "i was asking as a friend, a homie."

"okay, listen y/n. he's probably busy. he's literally a single dad, and maybe he's busy with megumi. maybe he's trying to find a real job besides being a gigolo, we don't know but it's lame to dwell on it. let's just finish up this joint and head to the barcade soon, okay?" shoko assures, holding your hand as utahime puts your phone back in your purse. god, you love them so much it hurts.

you nod your head rapidly, as satoru gets a chime on his phone.

"ohhh, shit!" he exclaims, "this girl i helped today during lab is here. and she might actually show me her titties unlike you guys, so...i'm gonna leave."

you roll your eyes in even more annoyance. great, now satoru is gonna be hanging out some random airhead while you're left to your own vices for the rest of the night? you really don't want to spend the night waiting for toji to text, and you don't care to particularly ask satoru for help. but it does make you even more desperate knowing that you're still pretty drunk and everyone in your friend group seems to be getting laid tonight except for you. maybe you can find someone cute in the barcade?

as you all bid satoru goodbye, you continue to enjoy a couple more minutes with shoko and utahime while they finish smoking the joint. once it's finished, you all are ready to head out.

"okay, you get satoru, and we'll get suguru and riko," utahime instructs. that's so high school teacher of her, you think and bite back a smile.

"who's gonna kick everyone out of this...pregame house party thing?" you ask, gesturing to the 20 or so people getting progressively more drunk and sweaty in the boys' living room and kitchen.

"suguru will handle it, not our problem," utahime says, lighting out the joint into the nearest succulent pot in the balcony. she grabs shoko's hand and leads her out of the balcony, and you follow suit.

your nose is once again met with the stench of beer and sweat, and you make a face. your eyes scan the room full of party goers for satoru, as it shouldn't be hard to find the tallest person in the room with the brightest hair, but with no luck. ugh, he's probably somewhere in the rest of the apartment with that girl, you think, not looking forward to meeting some random slag satoru was probably going to sleep with.

as you made your way through the living room to the hallway to the boys' room and bathroom, trying your best to avoid the damp sweaty skins of people and sticky floors, you realize you need to pee really badly. you shove your way to the empty hallway and quickly down the rest of your white claw before beelining to the restroom at the end of the hallway.

as you're nearing the corner turn, you hear...oh god, are you hearing? moans? of course, someone is bound to hook up at this trashy party and make you feel even worse for being so drunk and horny and having no one tonight. that's okay though, you have a plan: you'll do your best not to make eye contact to the couple just turn right into the bathroom. just as you're about to execute this plan and turn the corner, you hear them moan, "o-oh satoru~" and your head immediately whips to the direction of the person who made the offensive noise.

you're not sure what you feel and you think you feel many things, including but not limited to: disgust, hostility, annoyance and...jealousy? wait, no, that can't be right.

your eyes widen and your jaw drops and you scoff as you see satoru french kissing some floozy outside his room, his hands up her shirt feeling her titties. wait, are you jealous or turned on? wait, what's happening?

satoru hears your scoff and rapidly removes his hands from the girl's shirt and stops kissing her to look at your bewildered and exasperated face. you give him a look that says "are you serious?" before you chuck your empty white claw can at him (he deftly dodges it) and shout, "get a room! but also get ready, you horndog, we're leaving to the barcade!"

you don't wait to hear an answer as you immediately slip into the bathroom and lock the door. god what was that? okay, let's break this down, you think to yourself, desperately scrambling to get your intoxicated thoughts in order. your head is slightly spinning and you lean on the bathroom sink for support as you try to sort out why you're feeling your chest drop in what you can only identify as jealousy. no, you're not jealous because you're in love with satoru, you're jealous because it just doesn't make sense.

if satoru is gonna fuck around with anyone tonight, it might as well be you, right? it's just rude, like as a friend, to kiss someone else who's not your friend when your friend is really horny, right? god, are your inebriated thoughts even making sense?

you try to snap out of delirium by turning on the faucet and drinking some water, trying to sober yourself down. or maybe you actually need to just get another drink? maybe you just need to find some cute guy to buy you a drink at the bar later and you'll snap out of it.

actually, maybe toji should just fucking text you back so you can go crawling to him at the end of the night so he can obliterate your pussy. you fish your phone out of your purse only to be met with no notifications from toji. you click on the message between you and toji, and start to draft out some lewd and lecherous texts to him. you thankfully, you don't have time to contemplate your actions or hit send before you hear the music die and people groaning.

you hear suguru yelling at everyone to get the fuck out and either go home or to the barcade, and you hear satoru start singing closing time, slurring the lyrics. this is the guy you're jealous about? this is the fella you want to lowkey fuck?

you pray that either a) toji messages you back or b) you find a nice non-creepy guy at the bar who's willing to at least make out with you, or 3) you instantly get sober after peeing.

only time will tell.

[gayhoediaz]

Another sexuality headcanon: How would you describe the gap between what Buck thinks about his sexuality and what it is. Less the gender of the people he's attracted to and more: what he enjoys and doesn't, what he's good at and not, his beliefs about the range of sexual pleasure that are possible for him.

Where Eddie has very little sexual experience, he's fully aware of his inexperience and (thinks he) is fine with it. Buck thinks of himself as sexually experienced, but is severely limited in his imagination about what's possible. Eddie knows what he doesn't know, whereas Buck doesn't know what he doesn't know, if that makes sense.

ooooh this is such an incredibly interesting question i’m immediately setting it to a draft because i know i’m going to have a lot of sporadic thoughts throughout the day before i’m ready to post it.

personally, i don’t doubt that buck is good at pleasing his partners, as fun as that storyline was. even when he was buck 1.0, he had a massive need to be useful, and really i think that’s what made him turn into a “fuckboy” in the first place. i think he is similar to eddie in the sense that he is used to being the one to give. unless it was a really really quick hookup, i think he always ate those women out, because it’s famously one of those things that is seen as selfless, and something that a lot of men won’t do or won’t do often.

i would argue that buck isn’t all that adventurous in bed because he knows what he is good at and he knows what works. (we’re specifically talking about pussy right now because from what we know it seems as if his bisexuality is going to hit him like a truck. but if your belief is that he’s been with men before i would argue a lot of these things would still apply.) he knows how to eat, he knows how to curl his fingers, he knows how to fuck - knows how to not go too fast or too slow, knows how to read his partner’s body language when they want him to go harder or softer, etc.

i think buck is confident in a handful of sexual acts he has carefully perfected over the years, however i do not believe that he is confident when it comes to sex period. because i would argue that people who are kinky and/or confident in the bedroom are happily willing to try absolutely anything (within reason - as in the only thing that would stop them would be them not wanting to do it, but not them wanting to do it, but being nervous to do it, that they won’t be good at it? if that makes any sense?) i think if someone asks him to do something different from what he’s used to, i think he would hesitate because he just simply wants to be good.

i think buck thinks of himself as experienced because he is good at these certain things (and i think perhaps he considers himself kinky because of vanilla-kink like cockrings, fuzzy handcuffs, etc.)

the other day i got an anon that asked me if i thought that buck liked being pegged and without thinking twice i said yes, but now i’m thinking… i don’t know that he has ever tried it? i’m not abt to die on the hill that he hasn’t, because i think it’s one of those things where it’s technically not his responsibility to make it “good”? if that makes sense? at least that would be my thinking if i was pegging a guy who had never been pegged before, i would just want him to relax and make sure he’s okay and having a good time - but that brings me right around to “buck likes sex to make other people feel good and to get their approval” the only way i can see “straight” buck getting into pegging is because he meets a girl who really really wants to peg him and i think that goes for a lot of sexual acts tbh.

i also think most women he has been with just like the women eddie has been with (and i’ve heard this from similar guys irl - buff, masc, etc) just kind of don’t pay a lot of attention to them in general outside of their dicks.

quite frankly, i think buck is going to go through a little bit of a shock the first time he is with a man (whether it’s eddie or not) and i think it’s just from the simplest things like suddenly he’s being… kissed? like a lot? they’re telling him he’s beautiful - not just hot but… beautiful. and they’re palming his dick through his boxers, and it’s not new, sure - but the way they’re doing it is new. they’re doing it softly, teasing him - not to reach a goal of a hard dick so he can get inside them and please them but just… palming him to slowly tease him, make him feel good.

then they’re asking him what he wants, which i also don’t think is common.

and i think buck comes to the conclusion that while he does like to give, being on the other side of things is also pretty good. allowing himself to have enough belief in himself that they’ll still want him even if he takes a moment to just lie back and enjoy himself.

however i also think that once he and eddie get together and he starts to notice eddie getting kinkier and more of a cockslut, buck simultaneously realizes that being controlling in bed is pretty good too - which is also something i think he has never allowed himself to be because most of the people he’s been with have been so much physically smaller than him. but when eddie starts do want it harder, starts to want more - i think buck finds himself enjoying it a lot, and yes a huge part of that is that he just loves giving eddie what eddie needs, but i think it’s also an outlet at the same time, not needing to be so careful all the time (although they’re careful enough of course.)

and i have talked to @queerbuck about this at length, but as far as both of them go, i think they just grow to be absolutely disgusting together, and exploring a million things neither of them have ever considered before and i think it’s going to be beautiful.

[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 8)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Talks about sex and swearing.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: First days of school can be unnerving when you are a part of a new couple.

Masterlist

Lazy mornings with Rafe have become Y/N’s favourite. It’s been two weeks since their first date and they are now officially calling themselves girlfriend and boyfriend. School starts today, but since it starts in the afternoon because of orientation for the freshman in the morning, the two could spend the morning tangled in bed together. “Good morning, my rose,” he whispers to her with his lips pressed to her forehead. She scrunches her nose as his morning breath hits her nose, “Eww, Cameron. Morning breath.” He grins at the girl mischievously and starts an attack of kisses all over her face. This causes Y/N to erupt in a fit of giggles. “Ugh, stop it.” She laughs whilst burying her head back into his neck. “I don’t want to go back to school.” Rafe laughs at her complaints, “Wow, I never thought I’d see the day Miss. Valedictorian says she doesn’t like school.” “I’ve never liked school. I just like beating people,” she argues and nuzzles herself further into him. “Come on. It’s 10 now. If we don’t get up, we won’t get up at all. I’ll pay for brunch before we head to school,” he tries to bribe, rolling off of the bed to get ready for school. “I want brunch too, dude,” Mason calls out while he walks past his sister’s open door from the laundry room. Y/N and Rafe chuckle at the boy and finally get out of bed to get ready. 

—— 

The three of them pile into Rafe’s truck to head to the country club for breakfast. Y/N and Rafe sit on the same side of the booth at the restaurant, while Mason is on the other side. This is a shift from how the group used to configure itself before the couple became a thing. Rafe eats his waffles and just watches as Y/N gently nudges her utensils under his arm to cut herself a piece. He doesn’t mind; the whole reason why he ordered it is because she couldn’t figure out if she wanted eggs benedict or waffles. But she doesn’t need to know that he wasn’t planning on ordering it. 

“God, how you guys went from 0 to 100 couple-wise is always going to amaze me. It’s going to be weird seeing this at school,” Mason comments, pointing the fork between the two. Y/N frowns at the words, “Oh, I didn’t think about that. It is going to be a little weird.” Rafe wraps his arms around the girl for reassurance. “It’s okay. If anyone bothers you, I’ll be sure to punch them,” he promises to her. 

“Cameron! Violence will only get you expelled.”

“Okay, I promise to just give them a very stern talking to, my rose.” 

“Yeah, and I’ll punch them after school so I can’t be expelled,” Mason interjects, feeling his protective side come out at the upset look on his sister’s face. Y/N smiles at the two boys and cuddles herself into Rafe’s arms. “What class do you have first?” Y/N questions. Rafe takes out his phone to check, “I have business, then English.” “Dude, I got last period English too. So does Y/N/N. Is it with Mrs. Santos?” Mason informs. “Uhh… Yeah, it’s with Ms. Santos,” Rafe confirms. Y/N beams at this news, “I’m so excited. I heard that she teaches novels only written by women. And that they aren’t only classics, but modern YA books. One of the books we read is Written in Starlight by Isabel Ibañez, which I’m excited about because I read another one of her books and I loved it.” “Well, maybe it can be the book we read for book club. Then you can kill two birds with one stone,” Rafe suggests. “That’s such a good idea, but I don’t have anyone but you in my book club so far, Cameron,” Y/N pouts a little. Mason notices the time, “I’m sure you’ll find more people to join, Y/N/N. But right now, we need to head out or else we are going to be late.”

——

Although Y/N and Rafe are not trying to keep their relationship a secret, only their best friends really know they are dating. They haven’t had any super public dates or a reason to post on social media about their status. Rafe often opted out of going to parties choosing, instead, to stay home with Y/N. So, today is the first time that the students are seeing them as a couple. Y/N had been cold on the car ride over here, so she snuck on Rafe’s school sweater that she stole from him on their first date. Rafe’s last name on her back is obscured by his arm being drapped over her shoulder. Wanting to show off to her, he insisted on carrying both of their backpacks to impress her. 

Kelce approaches the pair with a surprised look on his face, “So this is what you’ve been up to while I’ve been away. Finally got the girl I see.” “Haha, you know it, man. I’ve never been happier. Got the best girl in the OBX as my rose,” Rafe brags, giving Y/N a big smackeroo on her burning cheeks. “Hello, Kelce. Nice to see you too,” Y/N teases at the boy skipping over greetings. Kelce lightly taps her shoulder in a joking manner, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Cameron. Hello to you too. How was your summer?”

“It was good, then there was a little bump in the road. But it ended off on an extremely high note. So I’d say everything worked out as it was supposed to. How about you?”

“It was tight as fuck, man. The cruise was awesome. And I may have been on the water, but I definitely didn’t go through a dry spell if you know what I mean.”

“Eww, too much. Kelce. It’s good you had fun on the cruise though.”

Before the conversation can continue, the bell rings signaling that everyone has five minutes to get to class and seeing as they haven’t even gotten to their lockers yet, the couple has to get going. They say their goodbyes and the three separate from each other to get to their classes. Y/N sits in her first class of the day, drama, alone. She isn’t friends with any of her classmates in this class so the hour and fifteen minutes pass by slowly. The bell finally rings and she makes a mad dash for English class; partly because she actually interacts with people in the class but mostly because she is excited to finally be under the tutelage of Ms. Santos. She has heard great things about the teacher and she gives amazing letters of recommendation. She taught a modern literature course at Oxford and seeing as that’s Y/N’s top choice, it would look amazing to the admissions office. 

She got to class early, not wanting to be slowed down by the people lazily walking to class. She is the first to arrive so she sits in the front row in the middle seat. Rafe makes his way early into the class as well and sees where Y/N has chosen to sit. He isn’t exactly a front-row kind of student, but he wants to sit beside her. She watches him approach her and prepares to uncomfortably sit beside her, “You don’t have to sit beside me, Cameron. Just because we are dating, doesn’t mean we have to be attached by the hip. We can be separated for three hours.” Rafe pouts at her remark, knowing that she is correct. “Okay,” he mumbles in a childlike manner, giving her a peck on the lips before making his way to the back of the class where he normally sits. 

Next to come in is Riley, who chooses to sit right beside Y/N. The grin on Riley’s face as he turns towards Y/N to start a conversation fills Rafe with insecurities. While Y/N is a straight-A student, Rafe had a solid B report card with a few Cs and tutoring sessions sprinkled here and there. This is normally a shock to most people, who expect him to be the stereotypical jock who doesn’t care about his schoolwork. However, Rafe really does try in school. At first, it started out as wanting to make his dad proud, but eventually, he started doing it to make himself proud of what he could achieve by himself. Even though Rafe gets better grades than his other swim mates, without having to cheat, he couldn’t compare to straight-A mathlete Riley, who is third in line for valedictorian in their class. Rafe couldn’t compare to Riley academically wise and this makes him nervous. He couldn’t keep up with Y/N in that way and when he realizes the conversation between Y/N and Riley switched to French, he becomes incredibly jealous. She laughs at the joke Riley makes in French and Rafe wishes he could connect with her on an academic level. 

Rafe wants to stop the conversation between the two, but Mason and Ms. Santos coming in stops Rafe from walking to the front. Mason goes to sit beside Rafe, while Ms. Santos goes to her desk at the front of the class and begins her lesson. 

——

The lesson ends and Rafe leaves Mason behind to push his way to Y/N. His height and reputation help him achieve his goal. Riley is still following her and this peeves Rafe off just a little. Y/N turns towards him with a smile on her face, “Hey, Cam-” She can’t continue because he instantly pulls her in for a mini make-out session in the middle of the hallway. 

The bustle of the hallway pauses to see the new reveal of Y/N and Rafe dating. A mixture of disappointed groans and encouraging hollers fill the hallway which makes the two pull away. “Let’s go to the bookstore. We can get the books for class and you can recommend me a book for the comparative essay we need to do as a final,” Rafe proposes, taking hold of her hand and tugging her towards their lockers to get their stuff to go. Y/N gleams at the idea, “Only if we can read in the hammock when we get back to my place.” Rafe chuckles at her excitement and ignores the stare as people step aside to create a path for them to walk. 

——

Rafe is driving back to Y/N’s house from the bookstore when he hears a screech come from the passenger seat. “STOP THE CAR.” This causes him to panic and slam on the breaks. His hand comes out protectively in front of Y/N so her head wouldn’t hit the dashboard. “Y/N, you can’t scream like that when I’m driving,” he chides, looking over to check if she is okay. She doesn’t reply as she flings the door open and runs towards a small blob on the side of the road. Rafe quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and follows her out of the car. He approaches her and sees what’s in her arms. She turns toward him with a puppy nuzzled close to her chest. From where he is standing, it looks like a gray and black border collie with spots on the gray and electric blue eyes. Rafe knew what she was about to ask for, “No, my rose. I literally just got my car detailed.” “But the poor baby is all alone. What if he gets hurt?” She uses a baby tone and waves the little guy’s paw. “Would your parents even let you keep him?” he questions. 

“If I ask nicely, they will. Especially if he is an orphan all alone on the side of the road. What if he got hit by a car? Could you, in good conscience, drive away knowing that possibility?”

He knew he lost the argument when both the puppy and Y/N give him puppy dog eyes, “Okay, fine. We can put him in my car, but I want you to take him to the vet first to get him checked out and to check for a chip. Wouldn’t want the little guy to give you fleas or something.”

Y/N lets out an excited squeal as she runs over to him to give him a hug, then jumps into the car, cuddling her new friend. Rafe follows her back into the car and changes directions toward the vet clinic. “I’m going to name him Sparky.”

“Yeah, why?” 

“Because his eyes are so blue, it’s almost electric and electricity can make a spark. Plus, he looks like he has a real spark of life in him. He looks energetic.” 

“I can see that, it makes sense.”

——

After a vet visit and a trip to the pet store, Rafe and Y/N return to her house with their spoils of war. Mason comes downstairs to check on them, “Damn, good thing I got a ride from Topper. You guys took forever at the bookstore. Wait, where did that dog come from?” Y/N smiles and puts Sparky down on the ground after closing the front door. “This is Sparky and he is your nephew. Isn’t he cute?” Sparky excitedly runs over to Mason to examine his new environment. “That still doesn’t explain where you got him from. Please tell me you didn’t steal another dog.” Rafe interrupts this time, “That was one time and she was six. But she found Sparky on the side of the road. The vet says he has no chip and is healthy, so your sister wanted to take him home.” 

Mason lets out a small sigh of relief and finally lets himself crouch down to pet the attention-seeking puppy. He doesn’t have to worry about returning Sparky to an angry owner. Sparky immediately rolls over and begs the boy for a belly rub. “I guess he is cute, but I’m not picking up his poop,” Mason confesses while obeying the pup’s wishes. At this time, Marvin and Cassie arrive home to find the newest Y/L/N family member. “Uh-oh, did Y/N/N steal another dog again?” Marvin jokes, approaching the dog with his wife. Y/N feigns offence, “Dad! That was one time!” “And it was adorable. But if he isn’t stolen, where did you get him from?” the twins’ mother asks, giving the dog the attention he wants. Y/N explains the story all over again to her parents, who are more than happy to let the dog stay seeing as they’ve always wanted a dog but never felt a connection with any other dog. Sparky’s excitement causes him to appear to be the perfect match for the family. 

——

The first full day of school is today and Y/N couldn’t wait for this school year to be over. With a full day of classes and her first student council meeting of this year, her day is going to be very busy. Her first period of the day is ancient history, which she, thankfully, has with Lacey, who is surprisingly a fiend for mythology. “I’m so excited for this class. It would be so interesting to learn more about Mayan and Aztec culture. I heard they had an influence on modern Mexican food. I think next summer I should see if I could do a cooking internship down in Mexico. And you should come too. Y/N/N, you would love the beaches there,” Lacey confesses, sitting in front with Y/N. Y/N smiles at the idea, “Ohh, a graduation girl’s trip would be so fun. Although, I’m worried about how Ms. Baker marks. I hear she is extremely strict with how she grades. If she doesn’t like your writing, she will mark the answer wrong.”

“You love a challenge, though. Don’t worry too much about it. We can work together to beat the system.”

“Definitely. We always think better when we put our heads together.” 

“So, did you want to watch a movie tonight?”

“Hmm, maybe. I have studying to catch up on.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N/N. This is the first full day of school. How can you already have stuff to catch up on?”

“Well, I just want to get ahead so that I know I understand everything and don’t have to worry if I fall behind. But I guess we can do a movie night. As long as we watch Knives Out. I’m in the mood for a mystery. You can even sleep over.” 

The plans for tonight are set in stone and the conversation ends when Ms. Baker enters the classroom and begins her lesson.

——

Once ancient history is over, Y/N went to her next class by herself. The bell rings signalling the end of math class. The teen packs her things up and heads towards the cafe, which is just the cafeteria but the school wants to make it sound fancier. She makes a stop to the bathroom before going to her final destination. She is finishing up in the stall when she hears the bathroom door open and the middle of a conversation enters the room as well. “I can’t believe Rafe is actually dating that boring book nerd. I don’t see how she could satisfy his more sexual desires,” a shrill and high-pitched voice, Y/N recognizes as Molly Hudson, notes.  She hears shuffling toward the sink before a lower-pitched voice responds, “I know right? From what you told me about Rafe in bed, I don’t know if that slow innocent little prude could keep up with him.” That voice belongs to Hannah Barns, Molly’s best friend and minion. Y/N has heard enough and she is not just going to pretend like she is not there. 

Y/N bursts out of the bathroom stall; her annoyance evident on her face. “I really don’t think that mine and Rafe’s personal business matter to you guys. Just because our relationship is public; does not mean you have any right to any sort of ownership over us. I know that Rafe hurt you by not talking to you after you guys slept together, but it is no excuse to say things about me behind my back. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go enjoy my lunch.” Y/N walks out of the bathroom without so much as a pause to see what else they had to say. Most people would’ve felt insecure knowing that Molly has slept with her boyfriend; however, Y/N feels very secure in her relationship with Rafe. She knows that he has a long string of girls who have had their hearts broken by him because they expected a relationship and he didn’t. But she knows what he feels for her is actually genuine emotion; she could see it in how he looks at her and treats her ever since they started dating. 

Her scowl has not left her face as she sits down in between Rafe and Mason at the lunch table with Lacey, Topper, and Kelce sitting across from the trio. “Who spoiled your book?” Topper puns, noticing the look on Y/N’s face. Y/N reaches for the lunch tray that Mason procured for her with thanks, “Ugh, just Molly and Hannah being little gossiping hens.” “Seriously? Do you want me to deal with them?” Rafe straightens his back and wraps his arm protectively around her. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I put them in their place. I’m going to have to get used to it anyways. It comes with the territory of dating the Kook Prince of the Outer Banks,” she replies, resting her head on his should with a sigh. 

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[taylorrepdetective]

Wait could you expand on says don't go / cornelia street analysis? I would like to hear more about that

Say Don’t Go was written with DW during the last days of December 2013. It appears to be about a new, undefined relationship where Taylor is in that stage of not knowing where the other person stands and is confused and a bit distraught that they are leading her on and don’t feel as strongly as Taylor does. Taylor is hooked and desperately hoping this person isn’t gonna be another unrequited love. You can read it as an early non-labeled relationship because Taylor says “I love you” to the person apparently for the first time, and is met with devastating silence. Ouch. (It obviously could be read as a relationship that is trying to be rekindled and the other person is not fully into it, but to me, new, undefined relationship fits best, especially with the timing of what I believe was going on at this time, and with other context, which I’ll get to.)

The lines “why’d you have to lead me on” and “I’m trying to see the cards that you won’t show” is a direct parallel to Cornelia Street’s looking back to the early stages of that relationship “Back when we were card sharks playing games, I thought you were leading me on”. So assuming Say Don’t Go was written contemporaneously to the events of late 2013, and that verse of Cornelia street is looking back to then, we got a resolution to the questions asked in SDG. Taylor thought they were leading her on but the “you called before I hit the tunnel..showed your hand” indicates that the other person finally explained themselves and they weren’t leading her on. And since in CS she is looking back from 2016 (when she lived at Cornelia st) to the early part of relationship, we can assume that that showing your hand bit in CS means the relationship from late 2013 continued for years.( Yes I know there’s that pesky “packed my bags left Cornelia st” that doesn’t fit 2013 , but let’s not forget she buzzcuts things and doesn’t always write literally because she is in the closet. Personally, I substitute The West Village for Cornelia St here.)

There are lots of other parallels in this song to other songs. First of all we have “cat and mouse for a month or two or three” which in my world view points to an early undefined relationship where they were sort of playing games with each other before they defined it. And Delicate, which was them having The Talk to define it.

The most intriguing parallel, though, is with YAIL. This new idea that Taylor’s confession of love was met with a devastating silence, and then by the time she wrote YAIL she was able to reinterpret that silence into a form of falling in love with your best friend (with the fear of ruining it causing confession paralysis that is such a core queer experience) is really something. I always loved YAIL, but this interpretation takes it to another level that makes me want to jump off a cliff.

Other possible linked songs:

-shot in the darkest dark and Getaway Car’s we never had a shotgun shot in the dark.

-The way she yells “I Love You” calls back to Cruel Summer’s screamed “I Love You” which was met with a devilish grin.

- the knife and the bleeding also ties to cruel summer.

I don’t want to go too far because it’s easy to get caught up in Swiftisms and see parallels that aren’t really there (like she wrote songs about trucks and dresses and rain and porches when she was 13-15 yo, it doesn’t mean she was still singing about that muse 10 years later.) But the card sharks, showing your hand, leading me on stuff between CS and Say Don’t Go is as clear as anything we ever get imo.

Lastly, we have this diary entry to tell us, contrary to her public statement that she stopped dating for two years, she was clearly dating someone during this period (one week after writing SDG) and it wasn’t going well:

Also, the original prologue to 1989 included this:

I wrote about moving to the loudest and brightest city in the world, the city I had always been overwhelmed by... until now. I think you have to know who you are and what you want in order to take on New York and all its blaring truth. I wrote about the thrill I got when I finally learned that love, to some extent, is just a game of cat and mouse.

So another parallel to Lover, that is specifically about deciding to move to NY.

So to me, it appears that sometime shortly after this diary entry, the Delicate conversation happened and the hand was shown. And she decided to move to NY by the end of January,

[goalieprotectionsquad]

✧･ﾟ: * July 2022 Harringrove Starter Pack *:･ﾟ✧

Thank you to Harringrove fans for coming together and creating this amazing fic starter pack and to our endlessly talented creators for giving us so much to choose from! Forty-one votes were cast and across the 119 nominations, the number of votes received by the fics overall amounted to 397 (!!!!). The chosen fics had a combined total of 126 votes. The doc with the list of nominees will stay active in case you want to check out the rest. 

Here are the 14 fics chosen by Harringrove fans as the best place to start for those looking to dabble in the community (you can also see these fics in the ao3 collection) - in alphabetical order:

◢ Billy Hargrove Needs a Nap - lilpeas [74,312; E]

It’s one thing to be a light sleeper in this shitty town that won’t shut up at night, but it’s another thing entirely to fall asleep on Steve Harrington’s shoulder during last period English.

◢ break (like waves) - @witchsickness​ [93,187; E]

‘We’re good together,’ Harrington says to the darkness above. Not a question. Matter of fact. He turns to Billy, a smile sweet enough to make Billy want to do something reckless. Something stupid. ‘I’m telling you, heartbreaker. We’re gonna be unstoppable.’

Billy wants to ask. If he means tomorrow. If he means just for the game.

Wants to ask if he means forever.

He’s never wanted anyone to mean forever before.

or; falling (in love), the hard way

◢ break up with your girlfriend (’cause i’m bored) - @the-copperkid [15,604; E]

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

◢ Cherry - @lazybakerart [58,061; E]

They’ve got ten minutes before Steve’s break is up and he has to go back to wishing for death with a smile.

◢ cherry pie - @brawlite and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [133,828; E]

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.

Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

◢ dried up, half full - @lymricks​ [60,016; E]

Steve’s been coming out here searching for a monster in the woods. He’s finally found one.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

◢ falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana (series) - @lazybakerart​ [294,822+; E]

Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

◢ in waves - @lymricks​ [45,095; M]

It’s March and it’s too cold for Billy to be shirtless and wearing shorts, but he hadn’t noticed until Harrington appeared and made him hold still. Harrington can’t seem to stop looking at the bruises. “What’s it to you if I miss a little school, Harrington?” Billy asks. He feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

“I don’t know,” Harrington snaps back, looking uncomfortable. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Plant your feet, Billy wants to scream at him. I’m going to bowl you over.

◢ Incident at Castle Byers - @flippyspoon [3,639; G]

Will learns something about Billy Hargrove and feels a little less alone.

◢ Under the Covers - @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger​ [87,788; M]

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.

Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

◢ when the bones are good - @un-buttoned​ [28,411; E]

‘So,’ Tommy says around a mouthful of fries, ‘what the fuck is the deal with you and Hargrove?’

And that’s really the goddamn question, isn’t it?

He wants to know Billy. Wants to know why he is the way he is. Wants to be able to figure out what the fuck he’s thinking when he looks at Steve like that, when he touches him like it doesn’t mean shit and like it means everything all at once. Wants to know why he talks so much shit, why he needs to fight, where all that fire comes from. Why he’s so volatile, why he’s such an asshole, how he can be so fucking mean and so fucking sweet in the span of seconds, at the same time, even.

◢ you’ll lose the blues in chicago (series) - @lymricks​ [101,188; E]

Steve takes a second to feel relieved it's not Dustin getting all sorts of arrested in places he shouldn’t be, then he goes back to staring.

It's Billy, who looks as good now as he did the last time Steve saw him: three years ago. He looks just as complicated, too. He’s got bruises on his face, a split lip.

The officer clears her throat, slowly, awkwardly, and Steve realizes they’ve been staring at each other for a while, now. He imagines, for a moment, saying that he doesn’t know this person, this stranger, pretending that Billy Hargrove was someone he used to know and kind of remembers, but--no, he’s not willing to sign for him, or whatever. To vouch for him. “Mr. Harrington?” the officer prompts.

Steve runs a hand through his hair. “Steve,” he corrects, a little absently. “Yeah, I’ll--yeah. Do you have a form, or something?”

Three years later, Steve Harrington signs Billy Hargrove out of a police station. This, it turns out, is only the beginning.

◢ you’re cold (and i burn) - @keroujack​ [55,919; E]

Move on. Let it heal.

Maybe that’s why Steve said yes when Max asked him to help move boxes out of Billy’s room after the dust settled. He could hear her voice. Too many. Too heavy.

Just like his wounds. His grief. Too many. Too heavy.

(Or, Steve steals the glass ashtray from Billy's bedside table and things start to go bump in the night.)

◢ Yourself or Someone Like You (series) - halfempty [792,802; E]

Maxine looked happy as they parted from Steve and walked down Main Street away from the theater. She slid into the passenger seat of Billy’s car. 'That was really fun,' she said. She looked at him like a gremlin and then smiled real cutesy. 'Did you and Steve hold hands in the popcorn?'

'I hope you had a real good time, I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight,' Billy told her.

[valyalyon]

4 Harvest Whispers

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CW: smut between exes, explicit language, public smut, mention of menstruation. MDNI. 3.8K Words.

The Thursday after Jasper’s 60th birthday, the old man took Star to a doctor in Sunwoods to remove her birth control implant.

Star held Jasper’s hand during the procedure, but she insisted on watching the implant be removed.

She had agreed to start trying for a baby with Jasper. Truth be told, she couldn’t figure out why she wanted it so badly, but she had always wanted to have a child.

She couldn’t help but think that the ranch in Sunwoods, with a wealthy father, would probably be the best life for her kid.

The implant was removed carefully by the doctor as Star watched. Jasper squeezed the girl’s hand in an effort to encourage her to squeeze back if she was bothered by the removal.

Still, the girl didn’t break her attention or squeeze back.

It was only after they were walking back to Jasper’s truck that Star squeezed his arm and chirped quietly, “I actually got light headed when it finished popping out.”

“You’re a strong girl,” the older man complimented her, helping her into his truck, “you handled it really well, I didn’t even notice you were struggling.”

They arrived back at the ranch a few minutes later and Jasper pulled off the main road, parking the truck in a clearing beside the road.

The truck was parked in such a way that anyone driving along the neighborhood road outside the gate would be able to see them inside.

This didn’t deter Jasper though, who leaned over to the passenger seat to start French kissing Star.

The young girl moaned, kissing him in return before muttering, “someone could see us from the road… we’re out in the open.”

“I could fuck you over the gate. Would you prefer that?” he asked, completely seriously.

You know I got nothing under this overcoat.

When she protested that idea, he doubled down, chuckling at her, “what an exhibitionist. I’m going to help you out of the truck.”

Star briefly argued with him as he helped her out, finishing the argument by saying, “well you’re a perverted old man.”

“Am I?” He asked, curiously, raising his brows. He pulled her by the arm and leaned her against a lower part of the gate.

“Yes,” she replied with a moan as she felt him pull her panties off.

“The doctor said you can get pregnant any time now,” Jasper said, unzipping his pants and spitting down on his massive cock.

She let out a yelp as she felt his massive organ begin to enter her. Her pulsing pussy took him in so happily, and she tried to stifle her moans.

His rhythmic thrusts were fast and rough immediately. She could feel him against her cervix, and moaned as her body started to cramp from his size.

She rolled her hips against his cock, covering her mouth to hide every moan. She felt herself getting wetter, and the pleasure felt like it overcame her.

“Somebody just started her period,” he kissed her neck, breathing in as his thrusts kept going.

“Does that mean you’re going to stop fucking me out here where everyone can see me?” despite the question, her body didn’t slow down against her lover’s.

“Ember, your pussy is wrapped around my cock and your ass is bouncing along with every thrust I give you… Do you really think I can just stop now?” He asked this and sped up.

“Jerk,” she moaned out, not meaning the insult.

“Get ready to take all my cum,” he demanded, holding onto her hair as her moans got even louder.

Mm, let the light in… Turn your light on…

Star’s moans hit a crescendo as she came, feeling the heat and the tension in the interaction. She was so turned on by him and this confirmed it even more.

Just as she hit the peak of her orgasm, Jasper finished. His balls unleashed the full load over several spurts into Star, and each one she felt go deeper into her.

…

Her period lasted about five days, and by January 20th there wasn’t any spotting left.

Around 6pm on that Sunday evening, Jasper got dressed while Star sat on her knees on the bed. She watched the older man, and played with her fingers as she asked, “what time will you be back?

“Before 10am tomorrow,” the man said, putting on his shirt and grabbing his jacket to slip into it.

“I’m sorry I’m not coming with you,” Star said, looking down at her hands, “I have a complicated history with the Red Highway and I just don’t think I’m ready to go out there today.”

“You never have to give me a reason. If you wanted to just lay here and be pretty all night, that would be a good reason,” Jasper walked over to her, lifting her head by the chin and kissing her.

She returned the affection, touching his hair lightly as they kissed. Her eyes opened to his when they pulled away to speak, “you’re the best, Jasper…”

“I try to be. As my girl, can you promise me something while I’m gone?” his deep green eyes looked into her lighter eyes, and he smiled as he saw her curiosity light them further.

“Depends on what it is…” she looked up at the older man curiously.

“Promise me you’ll have a good time while I’m gone,” Jasper said, holding out his pinky for the girl.

Star laughed, “not like I have any friends to hang out with or anything to do. I’m probably just going to watch tv and sleep.”

“That’s still a good time,” he replied, as she took his pinky in hers. He kissed the girl again and then said, “I’ll come see you first when I get back.”

After that, Jasper put on his cowboy hat, and left for the Red Highway.

Star took a shower, putting a pink night gown on when she got out. She slipped into her cozy socks, and walked to the living area of the guest house.

She sunk down into the couch, turning the television on. She selected a channel that had a horror movie marathon playing, and started smoking her weed pen.

Her mind wandered as she watched the movie, and she thought for a moment she heard someone outside. She disregarded the sound, convincing herself that it had been nothing.

It wasn’t nothing, though. Three loud knocks came from the front door.

Star jumped off the couch and walked to the door, looking out the peep hole to see who was there.

Heather stood outside, wearing black jeans, tennis shoes, and a dark jacket. Her eyes were looking around the entrance to the guest house, and then rested on the peep hole, “let me in, Rosa.”

Star stopped in her tracks, taking a step back to make a decision. The main thing that gave her pause was the nickname. She hadn’t heard that version of her name since her and Heather broke up in high school.

Hearing the nickname now only made her realize that she didn’t remember her own name anymore.

This was something she wanted to reflect on, but several more aggressive knocks came from the door. Annoyed and sick of hiding from Heather, she opened the door.

Heather walked in immediately, pushing Star into the foyer with her, before she could go further, though, Star put the brakes on.

“What do you want, Heather?” Star asked with an annoyed voice, “I already told you I don’t want to do anything with you.”

“One time, Rosa, we’ll only do it once,” Heather reached out, grabbing her hand, “I broke up with Dahlia. You know I want you bad. I couldn’t pretend to be interested in her after I saw you.”

Even though Star knew that Heather was a chronic liar, she was leaning towards believing her this time.

A few days earlier, Star had been with Jasper in the living area of the main house when Dahlia and Heather got into a huge fight somewhere else in the house.

The two women were screaming at one another, slamming doors and calling each other every name in the book. Heather left during the fight and Star hadn’t seen her around the main house since.

“When did you break up with her?” the younger girl asked her ex, closing the door since it was going to take awhile to get Heather to leave and she felt as if she was wasting Jasper’s money with the door open.

“During that fight a few days ago,” the woman replied calmly, watching as Star turned her back.

Her eyes trailed to the girl’s fat ass, tightly covered by a nightgown, her hunger grew as she reached out, pulling Star into her arms as soon as the door was closed, “Let me have you…”

Star struggled against her grasp, “I told you, no. We broke up for a reason.”

“Don’t you ever think it was just the wrong time?” Heather’s grip only tightened, and she buried her face into Star’s blonde hair, smelling it.

Star’s skin felt really hot to the touch, and she felt like the places where Heather was touching were on fire, but she still tried to break free, “Heather… we were kids then. We’re adults, and you haven’t changed.”

Heather pulled Star around to face her, and held her by the arms, looking into her light green eyes with those pitch black ones, “you can’t tell me you don’t want me. Otherwise, how are we both here right now?”

“Time, distance, things happened to both of us and we ended up here,” Star was still frustrated, maybe even more so now that they were looking into each other’s eyes, “that doesn’t mean anything, Heather.”

She couldn’t deny that the heat was growing, though. The way Heather always treated her like she had no choice in the matter, it drove a part of Star insane and another part of her to the brink of an orgasm.

She hated that there was this much power in their connection because when Heather pulled her close and closed their distance with a passionate mouth, Star didn’t bite her tongue. She knew she should have done it, but at first she melted.

That was enough encouragement for Heather.

Her tongue danced among Star’s tongue, Heather’s strong arms moved down the girl’s body, squeezing her ass with both hands, “fuck, I missed you.”

“I didn’t miss you,” Star responded in the moment of reprieve from her exes mouth. Her eyes, her open mouth… they gave her away.

Heather laughed and kissed her again, her hands moving to the bottom of the nightgown. She started tugging up to get it off Star, but the girl struggled, trying to protest.

The older girl grabbed both of Star’s arms by the wrists, and held her arms behind her back with one hand. With the other hand she removed Star’s panties, and bent her over the couch.

Heather knelt down behind Star, still holding her arms with one hand, her free hand spread Star’s ass. She dove in, licking up from Star’s clit to her wet hole, and then circling back around a couple times.

Star tried to restrain her moans, but her back was curved and she trembled enough for Heather to chuckle, “why are you laughing?

“You act like we’re back in school,” the older girl laughed, and then went back to taste more. She lapped up the creamy goodness that was Star’s leaking discharge, and spoke for a second, “you’re in a home. Be fucking loud.”

“Make me be fucking loud,” Star half-shouted back at her, angry that she was still being restrained, and starting to struggle against her hand.

Heather forced the nightgown off Star, and stared at the naked girl with a grin, “you’re literally more sexy now. How did you do it?”

“Black magic,” Star walked away from Heather as her ex remembered the reference.

Heather watched the gorgeous body of Star make her way down the hall, and she followed after her, saying, “you know black magic was how I got you to even date me.”

“You stole a lock of my hair,” Star looked behind her shoulder at Heather for a second, did a hair flip, opening the master bedroom door and walking in with the woman hot on her tails.

“I’ll do it again,” the dark eyed girl said, spinning Star into her arms for a kiss. Their tongues remembered one another, and Heather squeezed the tender parts of the younger girl’s naked body.

“Mmm…” Star closed her eyes, sinking into the temptation that came with being around her first girlfriend.

Curious, though, Star opened her eyes a little, “Heather… is this going to be like school where I don’t touch you?”

“Isn’t that a great power play? To never let you touch me?” Heather asked, tossing Star onto the bed.

But the 19 year old quickly sat up in the bed with her legs spread, her eyes on the fully dressed 20 year old, “you’re my first girlfriend. I never got to touch you or play with you the way you did with me. I want to experience that with you now since we are never doing this again.”

Heather was surprised by Star’s point, but she took off her jacket, tossing it to the side, “better?”

Star scooted over to Heather, starting to kiss her while unbuttoning her pants, then unzipping them, “you have me naked, I want you naked. Play fair for once.”

“I never play fair,” Heather responded confidently, kissing Star in return and reaching down to touch her clit at the same time, “how have you gotten wetter?”

“That’s part of your problem. You always have to outdo someone,” Star started pulling Heather’s pants down.

Heather was wearing boy-short panties, and Star complimented them before she slid them down with the jeans, “step out of it. Take off your shirt.”

“Ouch. As if you didn’t play games on me too,” she crossed her arms taking her shirt off and tossing it to the side. She wore a sports bra underneath, that Star started to pull off her while her hands were still in the air.

Star kissed her ex again, this time both girls were free to touch the other. Of course, in typical Heather fashion she was roughly fingering Star, causing her to moan in surprise.

Star wasn’t distracted though, and started to finger Heather’s pussy. She rubbed her ex’s clit and then added a finger to her pussy, followed by a second. Now, the two were on a level playing field and Star did not want to be beat.

Heather got on top of Star in the bed, eating her out until Star demanded they 69 with Star on top since she was smaller. The taller girl agreed because she’d get to have Star’s ass on her face.

Once she sat down, Heather happily started indulging in Star’s cream and added to it by eating her out really well.

At the same time, Star ate out Heather, sucking on her clit before sliding her tongue all along her pussy. Heather was restraining her moans, even as Star’s tongue was getting bolder and her intensity was gaining.

She gave in by eating out Star slower, and adding her fingers messily to say, “I don’t think anyone’s ever eaten my pussy as good as you are.”

“You sure?” Star asked curiously, but continued to eat the meal beneath her. She wanted to play with Heather, and she was having a great time.

“I’m serious… fuck…” she got quiet, sucking on Star’s clit and licking around as she tried to calm her breath, “you’ve eaten pussy before.”

“I haven’t,” Star swore, kissing her clit and then spitting on it, watching the liquid drip down. She reached between her and started dipping two wet fingers into Heather’s pussy.

The girls ate each others pussies until they arrived at some shaky climaxes, and Star was loud for her like she promised.

Star turned around, still on top of Heather, but she wanted to face her and kiss her. Her hips rubbed against her pussy as she pressed her lips to her ex.

At what point it finished, Star wasn’t entirely sure. After hours of orgasms and messy fucking, she cried out into her final climax, and looked into Heather’s eyes, “come here…”

She had been eating Star out again, trying to get her to cum one last time, so when she did a grin spread across her face. She kissed Star with her eyes closed, satisfied.

Star wasn’t satisfied, though. She gave Heather no inclination of that, kissing her in return, and suggesting they go to sleep.

Heather fell asleep beside her very soon after, so Star reached over to her bedside table and got her cell phone to see the time. It was 2am, and she decided to sleep.

…

When she woke up the next morning, it was to kisses from Jasper, kneeling at her bed side, “wake up, my sweet girl…”

Star’s heart leapt when she saw Jasper’s eyes, and she wrapped her arms around his neck happily kissing him, “good morning, my King.”

The movement woke up Heather, who was annoyed when she saw Star kissing Jasper, “what the fuck?”

Jasper didn’t notice Heather, he picked up Star and hugged her close, “ah, Ember… I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Jasper,” the girl kissed him in response.

“Rosa,” Heather’s voice snapped, “what about what we did last night? Dump him. You’re mine after last night.”

Star let out a sigh, “I told you we would only have that one time to experiment with each other. I don’t want to be with you.”

“We dated for years, how can you throw that all away?” she asked heatedly.

“We were toxic to each other, you cheated on me frequently, and you came to me when you met me again by cheating on your current girlfriend,” Star shook her head and kept holding onto Jasper.

Heather didn’t stand down, “I broke up with her during that fight though.”

“Did you?” Jasper asked, confused, “you were at the main house two nights ago, making out with Dahlia and making plans for another date.”

This was my worst love, you’ll be the first to go.

“She was?” Star got irritated, turning her attention to Heather as Jasper set her down on her feet, “so you’re still dating Dahlia and you let me sleep with you?”

“He’s just making shit up. Why do you always pick men over me?” Heather got annoyed and was yelling at Star, “just fucking pick me.”

“No, don’t you fucking get it? I don’t want you around! I’m happy with Jasper, I don’t need a cheat in my life,” Star said definitively, meaning every word.

Heather argued, getting dressed on one side of the bed.

When she walked to the other side, she tried to corner Star, but Jasper quickly stepped in between and he looked down at Heather, “did you not hear what she just said to you?”

“You don’t know her like I do, old man,” Heather spoke angrily to Jasper.

“Are you all done with her, Star?” Jasper asked, looking over his shoulder at his girlfriend.

Star had been done with her when they broke up in high school, she had only entertained this because she thought that Heather actually broke up with Dahlia, and because she had permission from Jasper.

To that question, she nodded, “I am.”

Jasper turned back to Heather, grabbed her by the arm, and lead her out of the guest house, “well, so sad for you that she doesn’t want you around. If you come near this property again so long as I’m alive, I will shoot you where I find you.”

The man had called one of his police officers to show up at the ranch and collect Heather. He stood in the backyard of the guest home with the girl beside him as the cop car pulled up.

Jasper handed Heather over, giving the officer instructions to drive her outside of the Conrad Sons Ranch, and back into central Sunwoods.

The chief watched the car drive off and once it went over the hill, he turned and walked back into the house.

He returned to Star, who explained the night with Heather to him, but Jasper had to interrupt, asking, “why did she call you Rosa? You told me your name is Star Bennett.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that nickname since high school,” Star admitted, explaining her name further, “I don’t remember my name anymore because even when she said Rosa that didn’t help at all.”

“I told you my name is Star Bennett because those were the only two names I could associate to myself. I know it makes no sense, I don’t even know how it happened to begin with,” the girl was teary eyed, feeling as if everything might be over for her and Jasper.

At the end of her explanation, the man nodded his head in understanding, “that makes sense, I mean you’ve told me you had a lot of trauma before you came here. I don’t doubt you disassociated and started creating alternate personalities for each new situation.”

“Actually, sorry for even bringing it up. I interrupted your story. Do you want to finish telling me what happened?” Jasper was genuine in his quick apology.

The man had no interest in stepping over her boundaries, even if she had been “caught in a lie”. He just didn’t see it that way.

Star shook her head kissing him, “no apologies, but I was almost done…” She trailed off into the rest of the night’s events.

She concluded by saying, “if I sleep with a woman again, I won’t be willing to without you there. I wasn’t satisfied by the end of it, and I love the way you feel…”

Jasper smirked a little, his dark green eyes watching as she took his shirt in between her fingers to ask, “what you smirking about?”

“You’re so sweet. Even when I give you permission to sleep with women without me, you still crave me more… Isn’t that hot to you like it is too me?” His hands went to her waist, where the fire lit up again.

“I’m so glad you’re home safe… I want you, Jasper,” she kissed him, and the two faded into yet another seemingly endless round of sex.

Been writing sooooo much SEA content lately, trying to finish writing everything for it but will probably take a break sometime soon. I have ideas for some new projects I want to work on, but more on that later.

SONG REFERENCES Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey and Father John Misty Last to Know by Three Days Grace

[avenirdelight]

Silly Little Things

Jordan Henderson

Jordan hears her cry out and gets alarmed. But she’s actually crying over something silly.

Jordan was getting ready for bed. He’d just done washing his face and was dabbing his face with a small towel. He was about to open the drawer—the next step was to put on some toner and moisturiser—but suddenly he got real alarmed, because he heard a loud cry from the bedroom. A wail, and it sounded serious.

Jordan didn’t waste any second to drop whatever he was doing and walked out the bathroom. He searched for her figure on the bed with worried eyes. She was still in the same state as she was when he’d left her earlier. She was lying on the bed, wrapped in a warm blanket, with a phone in her hands.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jordan asked worriedly as he walked closer to the bed.

“This kitten…” She sobbed, dropping her phone to her chest. Jordan could finally look at her face and her eyes were full of tears. “This kitten is so tiny and fragile, Jordan, and he’s struggling to climb up the stairs.” She sobbed again.

“What kitten?” He was confused, but a second later he realised that she’d just been watching something on her phone. He let out a relieved sigh, dropping his tensed shoulders. “Oh, God– Are you kidding me? Your cry sounded scary, I thought you were hurt or something.”

“Well, I am hurt. My whole body hurts, I told you.”

“Has your period started?”

“No, but I’m already getting cramps. And you know it always feels like I’ve been hit by a truck when it’s about to start.”

Jordan had walked around the bed and reached her side. “Yeah. And getting emotional over a cat video?”

“But he’s so cute, I swear!” She pouted and lifted her phone up again, quickly playing the video and showing the screen to Jordan. “Look, babe! He’s trying so hard to climb up! Look at those little paws and that little tail…”

He spent a few seconds watching the video. A little orange kitten was struggling to climb up a few stairs, just like she’d explained.

“Isn’t he adorable?? He’s so cute!”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s learning. Good for him,” he commented.

“Can I adopt a kitten tomorrow?” She asked him, looking up at him with hopeful eyes glistening with tears.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You know you can’t.” As someone who was not really fond of cats, he couldn’t let that happen in his house. 

“Right. I’m going to send this video to you.”

Jordan sighed. “Stop sending me cat videos. They’re not gonna make me like cats. Okay– You know what sounds like a better idea?” He said as he bent down and propped his body with a hand, as the other pulled her blanket so it covered her even better. “For you to stop watching TikTok and go to sleep.”

She pouted and huffed angrily. Jordan chuckled again and leaned down to put a kiss on her forehead. “Seriously, though, go to sleep. You’re getting way too emotional because it’s late.”

“Well, hurry up then, I need a cuddle so I can sleep.”

“Okay,” he smiled, ruffling her hair before he walked back to the bathroom. But just before he passed the door, he looked back at her, who was now grinning, probably at another video that she found.

Jordan shook his head, feeling a bit funny as he realised that even after so many years they’d been together, he still found her so adorable. And he always got reminded of how much he loved her, even for the silly little things.

—

i was sick and in my period and i cried over this cat video and this is the result. i hope you like it! have a nice day<3

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[potionsprefect]

Staying In

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 954

Summary: Victoria is left disappointed when she is sick on her birthday

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

The excitement of her birthday was overshadowed when she woke up feeling like she had been hit by a truck. She had been feeling bad for a few days and thought she would at least be feeling better by the time her birthday rolled around.

Sadly, it appeared that wasn’t meant to be.

At least I have the day off, Victoria thought. Ethan did too, they had plans to go do some shopping but Victoria didn’t have the energy. Ethan said they could do whatever she wanted and today, she wanted to stay indoors and watch movies.

“Are you ready for your birthday breakfast?” A voice said from the door.

Victoria grinned as Ethan walked into the room, tray in hand, followed by Jenner who jumped onto the bed.

“Pancakes? On my birthday? Aren’t I lucky.” Victoria smiled as Ethan set the tray across her lap.

“Your first birthday as a wife should be a special one.” Ethan replied as he sat on the bed beside her. “And I think you should be proud of my effort. I didn’t even need to start another packet.”

Victoria laughed. “That’s good progress.” She tucked into the pancakes. “They taste great!”

“I’m glad. Are you feeling any better this morning?” Ethan asked.

“I feel so tired and I don’t understand why! It’s probably PMT but I know I’m late by a couple of days and I’ve never had it this bad before.” Victoria sighed.

Ethan put an arm around her. “What would you like to do today?”

“I know we said we’d go shopping but can we just stay in instead and watch movies? And order takeout?”

“Of course we can. The birthday girl gets to decide what she wants to do.” Ethan pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“I thought I’d at least feel better by today.” Victoria huffed.

“Well, when you are I’ll take you out and treat you.” Ethan smiled.

“That would be great.” Victoria smiled back.

Victoria finished the rest of her pancakes, and got ready for the day. She made her way into the living room and sat down as Jenner cuddled up beside her on the couch.

Ethan sat down next to her. “You’ll feel better in a few days.”

“I know. It’s just frustrating. I hate being sick.” Victoria grumbled.

Ethan laughed. “At least you’ve got someone to take good care of you. Now what would you like to watch? I brought your favourite snacks as well.”

Victoria pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the best husband ever.”

“How many have you had?” Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “I’m supposed to make the jokes out of the two of us.”

“So I’m not allowed to have at least one joke every now and then?” Ethan laughed.

“I’ll make an exception.”

Ethan pressed a kiss to her lips. “Thanks.”

He queued the film up and wrapped a blanket around the two of them, pulling Victoria into his arms. She snuggled against him as the movie played on the screen.

It might not have been the most exciting birthday but for her it was perfect. And that was all that mattered.

Ethan could feel her falling asleep beside him and by the time the movie finished she was fast asleep in his arms. It was only early morning but Victoria had been more tired than usual and was finding herself dozing off at different times of the day.

She looked so peaceful, his Victoria was the most precious thing in his life and he would go to the ends of the earth for her. So when she said she had been feeling ill the last couple of days, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that his birthday plans for her had to be changed.

After shopping, he had planned a romantic meal for her back at the house, followed by a hot bath and then ending the evening in bed. Despite none of that going ahead, he still hoped she would have a good birthday, even if she wasn’t feeling 100% herself.

He had been thinking about her symptoms. Being late on her period was nothing unusual but add together the tiredness and even a little nausea (which she denied but Ethan could read Victoria like a book), he suspected that maybe her symptoms were something more.

His heart raced at the thought of it. They had been trying for a few months. Has that joyous moment finally arrived? He didn’t want to push her into doing a test, she would discover her symptoms on her own and when she did, she would do the test.

Ethan pressed a gentle kiss to Victoria’s head, smiling to himself when she sighed happily and snuggled closer. If she did do a test and it was positive, the moment they had been waiting for would’ve finally arrived.

They thought she was pregnant a few months ago but a test came back negative. Ethan reassured Victoria that it would happen for them soon but he could tell she was a little disappointed and truth be told, he was too.

They had planned what room they would use for the baby and had picked out some colour schemes. But in order to properly start preparing, Victoria needed the pregnancy test to be positive. Until then, they could brainstorm as much as they wanted.

Ethan tightened his arms around his wife, holding her close. She made him the happiest man alive and no matter what the date or circumstance, he would always have a smile on his face because of her.

His Victoria was the most amazing woman and he couldn’t wait for whatever next journey they faced next.

Little does they know that there are two little babies inside Victoria’s stomach 😉

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[moonjxsung]

ALSKDKDJF OKAYYY !!! I’m glad it’s not a bother !!! I overthink sometimes alskdkjf

urgh so I am having A WEEK :( I hope it’s okay I rant a bit … alslkskdj

helurf okay so after midterms last week, I’ve been trying to like relax and give myself time to rest but IVE HAD SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS :((( and I’m so tired and burnt out and stressed cause I need to start studying for finals and ahhhhhh alsksjjdjf :(

okay now for some more fun updates!! i had fun at uni yesterday!! we had a super fun soil science lab we got to go into soil pits on the farm our campus has and analyze soil (ph, diagnostic horizons, colour, structure, texture etc) !! It was a lot of fun I’m gonna miss the class and my prof :( (it was my last lab)

another fun thing is its art market week at my uni so time to drop a ton of money on prints, stickers and crocheted animals !!! :D

AND okay so I made it into a special like abroad research kinda program/course in like that’s usually only available to upper years students but somehow I made it in alskkskdjdj . Anyways, we get to go to South Africa from like May 14-June 9 to do research and stuff in the field!!! and like IM SO EXCITED??? So anyways, the 19 students that also made it in (it’s a highly competitive program to get into) we had our second group meet up plus our prof (who taught my favourite class by far last term) yesterday and it was a lot of fun and we got free dinner which was super super yum and I can’t believe I’m actually going ahhhhh

and then I went to a friends house for dinner (yes, dinner again) which was fun we like catch up at least once a month and yeah

Anyways sorry for the truck load of information about my life weh

HOW IS YOUR LIFE STAR!!! I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOU!! (With whatever ur feeling comfy sharing 💗)

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UGH I always forget how close together exam season is WHYYYY ARE UR FINALS ALREADY RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER….. 💔💔 I believe in you angel manifesting all the best for you frfr you’re smart I know you got this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

AHHHH UR UNI LAB SOUNDED SO FUN I love labs where you just get to go outside and do stuff in nature it’s fr so healing 👼 I took a geology course in college where we got to go to this creek near my school and like test the ph balance of the water and it was so much fun being outside instead of cooped up in the lecture hall fr one of the best labs we ever did. AND the art market this week???? RAHHH HAVE SO MUCH FUN we used to have something similar at my uni and I would drop SO much on stickers not even joking my laptop is covered in them still :’)

ALSO OH MY GOD??? TO THE STUDY ABROAD PROGRAM?????? STOP THAT SOUNDS SO FIXKIFNT FUNNNNN IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU WYAHWJDNRJ CONGRATS ON GETTING IN BB ‼️‼️ I didn’t have to do study abroad when I was in college bc covid hit but I can’t wait to hear all about yours and live vicariously thru ur updates AHHHH and it’s coming up so soon !! WOWOWOWOW HAVE THE BEST TIME ILY ILY THATS SO FUN

My day was honestly vvvvv boring but it was productive! I had work and then I had a shit ton of laundry to do but I was tired as fuck and I have cramps bc my period started today so I got coffee first to wake me up and then after cleaning the apartment I caught up on Ateez vlogs and now I’m simultaneously writing and watching Zelda gameplay 👼 I think my emotions are like ten times worse rn because of my period so I’m just taking it easy but I have a huge party to go to this weekend and a lot of my friends are gonna be there so I need to get my shit together and stop being sad bc I don’t want to bring the mood down ☹️ why do I always have a party in the same week I feel like shit LOL the last time I had one my situationship and I got into a huge fight and my sister had to be checking on me like every 5 minutes bc I was borderline crying the whole night it was so embarrassing 😭 (I am so tired of crying over this same girl oh my god)

ANYWAYS I LOVE U ANGEL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND I CANT WAIT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT UR STUDY ABROAD TRIP RAHHH THATS SO EXCITING CONGRATS AGAIN ILY ILY 🩷💖💞💘💕💓👼

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Ooo I noticed that fic prompts are open! If I may, maybe a fic with lee kurapika and ler leorio where kurapika is feeling down and leorio tries to cheer him up?

My BABIES! I love these two so much! I've gotcha covered friends! (and Thanks bestie! I'm glad you like it! :D)

“I’m alright, Leorio.” Kurapika tried to shoo the other away, shifting in his seat as Leorio gathered up his leg. “It was just a fall.”

“A three foot drop down a rocky cliff side is not “just a fall.” Leorio argued, hands gentle as he rolled up the pant leg, inspecting the skin. “You almost died! Hunter or not, you have to be more careful.” With the injured flesh in sight, he gently pressed into the skin, looking for broken bones. “What happened anyway?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Kurapika muttered, suddenly feeling guilty for worrying the other.

Something in his voice must have caught Leorio’s attention- the doctor looked up at him with furrowed brows. “That’s unusual for you.”

He supposed it was. He closed his eyes, reflexing on today’s events as he tried to figure out just what went wrong.

He was walking with the boys along the trail, nodding along to Gon and Killua’s ramblings and Leorio’s funny banter. It was all so peaceful and soothing.

And painfully familiar.

Trails and hikes like this reminded him of the Kurta clan. Of Pairo when he was still alive, pointing out various places and asking Kurapika to describe them to him so he could paint a picture in his mind. He remembered the sound of his people’s laughter as they shared stories around a campfire, a small competition on who could impress the Clan Elder.

It hit him like a truck, and he felt himself start to sway.

That’s when the world suddenly rotated, and he felt himself hitting hard, cold earth. Leorio was screaming his name, the boys rushing down the hill to get to him. He hadn’t even realized he fell.

“Hey, ‘Pika…” Leorio’s hand was on his knee, shaking him free from the memory. When he looked up, Leorio was watching him with careful eyes. “Are you okay?”

No, no he wasn’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiled, the gesture so forced it hurt.

Leorio nodded, turning his attention back to the other’s leg. His body was tense with questions, but none passed over his lips.

For a short period of time, a tense silence passed between the two, Leorio tending to the smaller bruises and cuts while Kurapika willed his thoughts to ease. He really needed to pull it together.

A sudden brush against his toes made him jump with a gasp.

“Whoops, sorry!” Leorio waved a hand, peeking at the other with a sheepish grin. “Just checking your reflexes.”

“My reflexes? What do you-eh!” He jerked once more when Leorio ran a finger up his foot. The touch was more deliberate this time, and in turn- far more ticklish. “L-Leorio, stop that! You don’t need to do that!”

“But of course I do! What doctor would I be if I didn’t give you a proper checkup?” He was grinning that smug, cheshire grin of his, his open hand coming around Kurapika’s ankle as the other danced along the blonde’s sole, making Kurapika squirmed. “So far so good- hold still ‘Pika.”

“G-Get ohohohff! Leahahhahario!” Kurapika yelped, trying in vain to pull his leg free. Reluctant giggles had risen to his lips, and he fought to keep them down as he cheeks stained red. “Doohohohn’t!”

“Aww, is someone a little ticklish?” Leorio cooed, continuing to gently scratch at the other’s foot, enjoying the little yelps and laughs Kurapika couldn’t hold back. Deciding to be mean, he let the hand holding his ankle wander up until it was resting on his knee, spidering gently against the skin. “What about here hm? Or here?”

“Lehehehehhahhahahahario, enohohoohohoohohugh! Aheahahahhhahaha! I’hihihiihiihihm fihihihihiihne!” To prove it, Kurapika kicked with his other leg.

This only proved to worsen his situation, for now Leorio had both his legs.

“Ooo, feisty aren’t you? Well- I DO need to check your other foot- make sure you still got your toes!” He poked gently at the digits, earning loud squeaky giggles from the blonde. “Yep, that one’s there, and that one, that one looks a bit odd. We’ll need to investigate it more.”

“LEHEHEHEHAHAHHARIO!” Kurapika cried, nearly falling out of his chair. His face was on fire, and it started to ache from how much he was smiling.

His chest felt oddly light though. Lighter than it was before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of squeals for mercy, and Kurapika actually falling out of his chair, Leorio finally let him go. Snatching his legs back, the blonde wheezed against the cool flooring as he glared daggers towards the grinning doctor. “Nohohohot…fahhaiar.” He fumed, making the other hoot.

“You loved it! Don’t deny it!” Leorio snorted as he lowered himself beside him, reaching out and patting Kurapika’s hair. “Seriously though…it seemed like you needed it. I don’t like seeing you so sad.”

Kurapika blinked, taken aback. He peeked up at his friend, noting the growing flush on his neck as he averted his eyes. The hand on his hair was gentle, lightly stroking the disheveled bangs. He started to smile. “Hey, Leo?”

Leorio looked back, and Kurapika gestured him down. Once he was within reach, he tugged on his tie as he reached up, kissing his cheek.

“Thanks. I needed that.” He smiled at the blushing doctor, closing his eyes and letting himself become of ease once more.

I hope this was good!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29 , @duckymcdoorknob , @baby-tickles2022

[forestwhisper3]

Been getting a couple of reviews in Spanish. While I can read them and understand them, I will admit that replying to them had me opening google translate a couple of times. Not for the actual translation and wording- goodness no, because GT is terrible at that -but for accent help and with a couple of words I wasn’t 100% sure on. I’m pretty sure I still sound kind of stiff in my replies, but much better than if I’d had to rely on GT for all of it.

I can communicate well enough verbally (although I still slip up sometimes), but I know for a fact I’m not passing any fluency exams based solely on my writing ability, ahaha. 

A little sad, if I’m being honest, but understandable considering that I honestly don’t write in Spanish all that often. Heck, Spanish was my second language as opposed to my first like it was for my brother and sister. One of the downsides to being the youngest, I guess. I picked up English pretty quick since they were already using it. My mom likes periodically reminding me of the time she tried getting younger me to speak in Spanish and I started crying and saying “I don’t know how!” 

I appreciate the support and the effort she put in to make sure I didn’t give up, though. Knowing Spanish even at my I-would-totally-be-labeled-as-a-foreigner-in-Mexico level is better than not knowing anything at all.

But that’s enough rambling from me. I need some rest to recover from the meat grinder I’ve apparently put my body through during my workout at the gym the other day. Feels like I got hit by a truck.

And it didn’t even have the decency to send me to another reality. Tch.

[goalieprotectionsquad]

✧･ﾟ: * July 2022 Harringrove Starter Pack PART TWO! *:･ﾟ✧

I’m BACK. with starter pack part 2. don’t cream your pants. I still haven’t finished my paper and I definitely haven’t gotten any work tasks done today. 

this list features only one fic per author so we can celebrate even more creators  ♡ ♡ ♡ (thank you @hecatescrossroads for the idea!!)

◢ Billy Hargrove Needs a Nap - lilpeas [74,312; E]

It’s one thing to be a light sleeper in this shitty town that won’t shut up at night, but it’s another thing entirely to fall asleep on Steve Harrington’s shoulder during last period English.

◢ break (like waves) - @witchsickness [93,187; E]

‘We’re good together,’ Harrington says to the darkness above. Not a question. Matter of fact. He turns to Billy, a smile sweet enough to make Billy want to do something reckless. Something stupid. ‘I’m telling you, heartbreaker. We’re gonna be unstoppable.’

Billy wants to ask. If he means tomorrow. If he means just for the game.

Wants to ask if he means forever.

He’s never wanted anyone to mean forever before.

or; falling (in love), the hard way

◢ break up with your girlfriend (’cause i’m bored) - @the-copperkid [15,604; E]

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

◢ Cabbage Patch Kids - @callieb [15,026; NR]

Billy doesn't eat vegetables. He doesn't eat the limp disgusting cabbage they hand out in the school cafeteria, won't touch the merest hint of green in Susan's cooking even when his dad is glaring at him across the table. He won't eat vegetables to keep himself healthy, in spite of all the warnings they give him in health class.

He won't even eat vegetables when Steve Harrington cooks him dinner. Right?

◢ cherry pie - @brawlite and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [133,828; E]

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.

Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

◢ dried up, half full - @lymricks [60,016; E]

Steve’s been coming out here searching for a monster in the woods. He’s finally found one.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

◢ falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana (series) - @lazybakerart [294,822+; E]

Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

◢ i hear the secrets that you keep (when you’re talking in your sleep)  - @oepheliawrites​ [45,095; M]

Billy’s there the way that he’s a lot of places nowadays, sort of absent-mindedly, like he’s not sure how it happened or why and is going somewhere else in his mind anyway.

Steve watches him more than ever now, and Billy rarely watches back.

(or five times billy really needed some sleep, and one time he needed something else entirely)

◢ Incident at Castle Byers - @flippyspoon [3,639; G]

Will learns something about Billy Hargrove and feels a little less alone.

◢ if i fall asleep with my hands held tight - @elysiumwaits [28,796; M]

Billy keeps sneaking in Steve's window as the months go on: a story in ten parts.

◢ lover with a radar phone (series) - @bewires [86,717; E]

Steve is sure Billy won’t be back for more after the first time. Why would he? Steve’s pretty aware, at this point, that beyond his epic babysitting game and his hair, he has fairly little to offer in life. Billy’s gorgeous, and he’s smart, and he’s got better things to do than nail Nancy Wheeler’s dumbass ex-boyfriend.

(Spoilers: Billy absolutely does not.)

◢ Take Me Home Tonight - @heckinahandbasket​ [81,998; E]

The ghost of Billy Hargrove leaned in the open window of Steve’s car with that trademark smirk and, honestly, Steve was kind of impressed by how detailed his own hallucination could be. “Wanna fuc-What the shit? HARRINGTON?” They blinked at one another for about ten seconds before Steve’s brain finally managed to fire off a thought. “You’re real?” Steve couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth, his own stupidity a constant echo in his empty head. Billy’s face reflected his thoughts as he yanked on the door handle until Steve reached over to hit the lock with shock-numb fingers. “Real fucking freezing. Let me in, pencil dick.”

Or: The Pretty Woman AU literally nobody asked for.

◢ Under the Covers - @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [87,788; M]

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.

Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

◢ when the bones are good - @un-buttoned [28,411; E]

‘So,’ Tommy says around a mouthful of fries, ‘what the fuck is the deal with you and Hargrove?’

And that’s really the goddamn question, isn’t it?

He wants to know Billy. Wants to know why he is the way he is. Wants to be able to figure out what the fuck he’s thinking when he looks at Steve like that, when he touches him like it doesn’t mean shit and like it means everything all at once. Wants to know why he talks so much shit, why he needs to fight, where all that fire comes from. Why he’s so volatile, why he’s such an asshole, how he can be so fucking mean and so fucking sweet in the span of seconds, at the same time, even.

◢ you’re cold (and i burn) - @keroujack [55,919; E]

Move on. Let it heal.

Maybe that’s why Steve said yes when Max asked him to help move boxes out of Billy’s room after the dust settled. He could hear her voice. Too many. Too heavy.

Just like his wounds. His grief. Too many. Too heavy.

(Or, Steve steals the glass ashtray from Billy's bedside table and things start to go bump in the night.)

◢ Yourself or Someone Like You (series) - halfempty [792,802; E]

Maxine looked happy as they parted from Steve and walked down Main Street away from the theater. She slid into the passenger seat of Billy’s car. 'That was really fun,' she said. She looked at him like a gremlin and then smiled real cutesy. 'Did you and Steve hold hands in the popcorn?'

'I hope you had a real good time, I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight,' Billy told her.

[smokeybrandcompositions]

Gecko

I live in California where our governor decided to hike the minimum wage for fast food workers from the statewide sixteen dollars an hour, to twenty. There are stipulations which need to be met, of course, the biggest of which is a chain would need more than sixty locations nationwide to qualify for this hike. That means, for the most part, only the nigger restaurants were hit with this increase. I’[m talking your McDonalds and your Jack in the Boxes, joints like that. Applebees and Dennys got a past because they aren’t considered fast foot, even though they are all supplied by a Sysco truck. Now, I’m not here to condemn California for making this move. To be perfectly honest, I think it doesn’t go far enough. This wage increase is only for a specific section of the overall workforce. Most people still make the sixteen an hour wage. I think that twenty should be available to everyone, not just burger-flippers but, at the same time, it’s not their fault that legislation has been hobbled politically for almost a decade. My personal beef aside, I’ve been seeing a TON of vitriol for these workers finally getting enough money in their check to pay bills AND buy groceries in the same pay period, because forty of their chicken nuggies cost twenty-six dollars. That sh*t boggles my mind, man.

Seriously, you’re mad these legitimate food service workers are making a decent wage, just because you’re fetid baboon butt cheek burgers are costing more than you want? Someone showed me a price grab of a McDonald’s Big Mac meal costing something like eighteen dollars and the outrage was palpable. You’re telling me the value of that food you want isn’t worth eighteen dollars, and you’re right. That sh*t is trash in every way possible. The aforementioned chicken nuggets aren’t even made of real meat. They’re made from chicken slurry, which is exactly what that sh*t sounds like. No fast food is worth the money you pay for it, and you should absolutely feel some kind of way about it, but that ire is misdirected at the sixteen year old trying to save money for prom, that twenty-two year old working their way through college, or that single mother just trying to make ends meet. You should be mad at the major corporations passing on that way overdue pay increase to you, when their CEOs are making millions a year. I mean, there is a certain societal stigma when it comes to fast food worker, I literally just referred to them as burger flippers, which sees that profession as less than.

We have been conditioned to believe that these fry cooked don’t deserve money to live, because they work a fryer and not a backhoe. I’ve worked at a McDonalds before. I know what goes into that sh*t. I lasted a day. Too much work, too little pay. I, personally, feel like they still don’t make enough with how many hats those cats have to wear, but this new wage is a strong step in the right direction. Those cats, the people on the ground serving you, more than earn that twenty an hour and then some. You know who doesn’t deserve their salaries? Corporate. Corporate doesn’t deserve that loot and they’re the reason your QPC is forty-three dollar, not that twenty an hour California is forcing them to pay their workers. McDonald’s made fourteen and half, BILLION dollars last year. Their CEO made nineteen million last year, alone, and eight percent increase year-over-year. At twenty dollars and hour, that roughly translates thirty eight thousand a year. Let’s say that CEO takes half that nineteen, which is still nine million and change in his pocket, and divide that by said newly minted minimum wage and you get three thousand, four hundred and twenty. Let me throw those numeric in there so I can be very clear, that’s 3,420 people HALF the McDonalds’ CEO can fund for a year. Half of that man’s paycheck, could pay the full years’ worth of wages, for 3,420 of his employees. And that’s just the CEO. That’s not the CFO, the COO, or any of the upper executives who are probably making six figures themselves. The reason your Filet-o-Fish is so goddamn expensive, is corporate greed and I can prove it. In-n-Out exists.

I’ve been seeing so many of these articles and sh*t on Right wing sites (the MSN at my job seems to think that I’m some sort of MAGA cultists but whatever), and they’re claiming the In-n-Out CEO is “standing up” to the draconian Gavin Newsom over his egregious, anti-business, wage increase. And, just on a personal note, f*ck yes we should be anti-business! Being anti-business is why monopolies and child labor are “illegal”, the f*ck? Anyway, the thing is, In-n-Out has always been ahead of the curve in regards to their employee pay. Way back when I worked for McDonald’s in the early Aughts, I was making the freshly minted sever and a quarter an hour. Animal Style was giving their guys two dollars more than what I was making back then. Right after the pandemic, there was one close to me shelling out nineteen an hour. They were paying that post-pandemic, when inflation was starting to ramp up crazy (Thanks. Trump), so I know for a fact why weren’t too far off the twenty. And guess how much they increased their menu? A quarter. Twenty-five f*cking cents. Your Double-Double is a whole ass quarter more than it was in March, and that kid pounding out fresh fries in that wall mounted Veg-o-Matic, made from real potatoes, sourced right here in the good ol’ US of A, can make a substantial wage to maybe impress his crush with a little movie date, followed by put-put, with a enough left over for some ice cream. All on a menu increase of actual chump change.

How is that possible, you might ask? The likes of McDonalds, by far the largest fat food conglomerate in the world with billions served. And billions made, can’t do it, but lowly, California based In-n-Out can while serving actual beef and potatoes in their burgers, can? It’s because In-n-Out is privately owned company. It helps, tremendously, that their CEO is only forty-one, my age, and took the big chair at twenty-seven after literally working her way up through the company. Ma is the legit In-n-Out heiress but made the decision to work on the ground to better understand what her workers were going through. That experience informs her decisions and, fifteen years later, she’s able to pay her workers fairly while treating the customer’s pockets with just as much care. There are no shareholders to appease, no buybacks for and stock packages for executives. Sure, she makes millions, but it’s organic in a way that McDs, and a lot of these other places, don’t. I cannot, for the life of me, find anything on what she makes, but most of her top executives only make in the mid hundred thousand. A comfortable six figures, not seven or right. SO I ask you, if In-n-Out can keep their workers happy, rein in executive pay bloat, and still pull in nearly two billion last year, all in California, why the f*ck can’t anyone else do it? In-n-Out is the blueprint. The only difference is the fact that those Corpos are greedy and there isn’t a check to balance them. Just ;like the In-n-Out thing, I got receipts to prove that sh*t.

You see, in Europe, where unions are strong and Labor has proper representation, workers are supported and the wage reflects that. They have contracts which put stipulations in on where, how long, and what age employees can work. There are night shift differential and increased pay for weekends. There is still traditional overtime but most companies try to avoid that as it taxes pockets hard. As it should. They are able to do all of this, while charging prices comparable to what we pay stateside, and no one complains. No one is standing against the work force, demanding cheaper prices for food that legally has to meet a certain nutritional standard that just doesn’t exists here in the States. Places like McDs are basically just like In-n-Out in terms of overall food quality, because the EU makes them be. That’s because there is regulation over yonder. There are unions. There is basically a worker’s bill of right and all corporations must follow them or they face consequences. Just ask Elon about that when he tried to export Sweden over a Tesla plant. Sh*t did not go the way he wanted and no one cared. In fact, the neighboring countries refused to receive the material to build his cars, in their ports, out of solidarity. And their Big Macs are, like, nineteen dollars apiece. They also have universal healthcare, universal day care, can take a month of paid vacation, and drink from the holy grail whenever they feel like it. That last bit is an exaggeration but the other stuff isn’t. It’s wild seeing so many people here, across the country, licking the f*ck out of that corporate boot, advocating for a system that is telling you they do not want you to have enough money to live, that if they must pay that wage, they’ll get it back by charging you a premium for food it costs them pennies on the dollar to provide. Don’t be mad at the worker for finally getting their due, be made at the corporation for making you pay for it.