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star-anise · 1 year

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So I've been watching this series of videos where a research-focused psychologist goes through Jordan Peterson's work to see which of his ideas and arguments are based on solid empirical evidence. I love it, even though she does mistakenly say his background is in counselling psychology (my field) when he's actually a clinical psychologist.

Anyway, that's got me thinking about Jordan Peterson, and how his response to criticism is, "People have been after me for a long time because I’ve been speaking to disaffected young men — what a terrible thing to do, that is. [...] I thought the marginalized were supposed to have a voice.”

So, here's my theory: Young men of the 21st century have grown up in a culture that is specifically hostile and punitive towards them. However, I think that while girls and women can participate in this culture, it is as much or more the work of boys and men. And I think that the problem with Peterson is that he's not particularly good at helping his audience escape the maze they are trapped in--and he's absolutely opposed to any attempt to dismantle a maze that is actually of fairly recent manufacture.

Case in point: The metrosexual.

The word "metrosexual" was coined in 1994 by Mark Simpson, a gay writer whose settings seem to be perpetually fixed at "critique the shit out of it".

"Metrosexual" describes heterosexual men who might be mistaken as gay, because they are interested in things very common among gay men, including: Caring about whether they're attractive; caring about how their hair is cut and what products they use in it; caring about what clothes they wear; working out to make their bodies look better; frequenting nightclubs. To be "metrosexual" was, in some people's opinions, to be a "man-boy" searching for his "inner girl".

To be metrosexual was, in some ways, to be called someone who looked gay.

The term didn't really catch on until the early 2000s, when media became briefly obsessed with talking about which celebrities were "metrosexual" or not. In that era of hotly divided opinions over the acceptability of homosexuality and queerness, it was implicitly asking, "Who looks gay? Is he gay? Tell me, fellow broadcaster: How gay does this guy look to you?"

(They got to have their cake and eat it too. A liberal audience, desperate to gather as many LGBTQ+ people and allies as possible in their race for 50% acceptance of gay marriage, cherished any signs that people with social clout might be on their side. And a conservative one, watching the same discussion, would heartily enjoy seeing a rogues' gallery of degenerate Hollywood types paraded before them, their every effeminacy pointed out in loving detail.)

Which of course got us: The Retrosexual!

When everybody's helpfully compiling lists of all the things a man can do that look gay or unmanly, dudes who don't want to get the shit kicked out of them by homophobes know all the things not to do!

Therefore, being "manly" became strictly defined by what was off-limits. To be a Real Man meant you shouldn't care about whether you're attractive, or what soap you use, or how your hair is styled. You shouldn't enjoy dancing or get too enthusiastic about music. A Real Man cares about sports and beer and being on top! Dominant!! A WINNER!!!

And, so like, here's a secret: In Anglophone culture, we are very affected by the Puritan legacy that says pleasure is inherently sinful. Vanity and pride--caring about how you look and whether you're attractive--are literal gateways to the Devil. Gluttony, and therefore seeking pleasure at all, is another such. And in Puritan religious theology, women are inherently more sinful. Yes, it goes back to Adam and Eve, and how Eve was tempted into sin first. Long story short, things associated with women became associated with sinfulness, and sinfulness became associated with effeminacy. And for centuries, you haven't even needed to be religious to drink these attitudes from the groundwater.

Okay, that's not the secret, this is the secret: Pleasure is not inherently sinful.

And liking how you look and feeling attractive and paying attention to your sensuality and your emotional life and connecting with art in a real and vulnerable way can feel really good, if you're able to handle it well.

Being raised to be a Real Man in a world where masculinity is perceived to be actively under threat is so uniquely painful, I believe, because every attempt to define yourself as "not gay" means denying yourself one of life's pleasures, and telling yourself you never even wanted it in the first place.

And then those desperate to be Real Men found a way to take some of those things back in what is surely the most painful context possible: They are allowed strictly as tools of your heterosexuality and masculine need for dominance. You are allowed to care about grooming and dancing, etc, purely as a strategy in playing a game called "Getting Girls", where you either score or you don't, where not scoring means you're worthless and unlovable, and scoring is often... strangely unfulfilling and certainly not enough to fill the aching void inside of you.

The mistake both Peterson and his fanbase make is that they get to this point, and then think: The reason I feel so empty inside is... I just haven't gotten enough girls!

Maybe some guys get out of the maze by finding a woman who is allowed to care about things like affection and love and dancing and looking nice, and their connection with her lets them express all the other parts of their souls that didn't fit in the Real Man box, but can come out in roles like Boyfriend or Father.

But humans aren't telepathic, so relationships can only "fix" you so much as you're willing to do the work of nurturing your own soul in a safe environment, so for a lot of men the maze never ends, and sometimes they don't even get the fleeting joys of relationships or sex, since they're so fucked up about them!

At this point, I as a queer woman am like, "Solution's obvious! Dismantle the maze."

And Peterson, who has worked his whole life to achieve the status of Best Maze-Runner in All of Christendom, is clinging to it like, "NO! DOWN, YOU DARK CHAOTIC MOTHER! THIS MAZE GIVES MY LIFE MEANING! THIS MAZE CONNECTS ME TO MY FOREFATHERS! I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THIS MAZE!"

At which point, like... what can you do but just leave him there?

At least he's not in my area of specialization. The world would be too unkind if I had to deal with him in any professional capacity. I wish Clinical Psychology all their continued joy of him.

#feminist discourse #masculinity #jordan peterson tw #to be honest #the moment I learned he was from Fairview and went to the UofA I was like 'OH IT ALL MAKES SENSE'#it's not that all of Fairview is one way because Rachel Notley and other very fine people come from Fairview #but there is a specific breed of Guys Who Come From Fairview #Who Study Psychology At the UofA #Who Like To Monologue About Conservative Politics #I can't explain it #it's a type #iykyk i guess

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cobaltperun · 4 months

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Lost (Side - 1) - 25

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: Tara hasn't had a chance to celebrate Sam's birthday in years and she'll make this one count. She just needs help from you and the twins.

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Before we start, this was based on these two headcanons.

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The creamy texture of the sweet chocolate and vanilla filled crescent rolls made you throw your head back with the largest grin on your face in months. "Damn, I am getting so good at this!" small victories, that was all that mattered right now.

"No way! They can't be that good!" you didn't think it was possible, but you grinned even wider when Tara jumped on your back and stole the roll right from your hand. She remained on your back as she took a bite, and you turned your head to watch her reaction. "Oh, oh, they actually are good!" she devoured the roll and reached for another one on the table only to realize she was too far to reach it.

"That's what you get for doubting my skills, Carpenter," you laughed at her pout and grabbed a larger bowl to use for crescent rolls. Still, she looked too cute not to give her what she wanted. "Here you go," you handed one roll to her and placed another one in your mouth as you began arranging the remaining ones in the bowl. You set a couple down at the bottom and dusted them with a bit of powdered sugar then repeated the process as Tara happily chewed on the one you gave to her earlier.

A few moments later she reached for the one you kept in your mouth. You looked at her and then at the half-eaten roll still in her left hand. The realization hit you and you bit through the roll. Tara smiled and leaned her head against yours. When you swallowed, she offered you another bite and you went back to placing the rolls in the bowl and dusting them with sugar. When that was done you cleaned up a bit, just to get some of the mess out of the way, all the while still having Tara on your back.

"Okay, time to get off," you said when you finished up and grabbed the bowl.

Tara just reached down and took a roll. "I like it up here," she whispered into your ear.

"Tara," you warned even if both of you knew you were all bark and no bite when it came to her.

"Baby," and there it was, her recently discovered secret weapon she used when you tried to put up a fight. You saw the mischievous, smug smile on her face when you sighed and began walking.

Sure, the nickname worked on you, but there was another reason for how easily you gave in. Sam's twentieth birthday was just around the corner, and it would be the second time Tara couldn't spend that day with her. Tara's been, well, she wasn't exactly in a good mood these past few days and seeing her this relaxed put you at ease as well. Being able to improve her mood even the slightest bit was worth doing much more than carrying her on your back. Also, she actually had an appetite and it always made you happy when you could sneak a proper meal into her usual routine, since her damn mother wasn’t interested in making an effort to do it.

You opened the fridge and crouched down, with Tara still hanging onto your back like a koala. "Orange juice, iced tea, milk, I dunno, lots of things," you listed the various drinks you saw in the fridge. "What do you want?" you glanced down and noticed a small bottle in the doors. You nearly forgot about it. "Oh, yeah, I made kiwi syrup, wanna try the juice?"

"Dude, why are you even asking? Of course, I want!" Tara laughed, honestly, with how much she liked kiwi you really shouldn't have asked.

You took two glasses and poured some syrup into them before filling them up with water and mixing the two with a spoon. You handed a glass to Tara and picked the other one up.

"Say, Y/N, would you make something just for me?" Tara asked almost out of the blue. Her voice was small, and you felt her grip on your short tightening. She was nervous, as if you would ever say no to her requests.

It wasn’t as if you couldn’t say no to Tara. You could and did if she was unreasonable, but that was the thing, Tara, as used to getting bare minimum from everyone around her rarely asked for anything, and even when she did it was ridiculously small. So, given that, you’d do pretty much anything to make sure you made whatever she asked for happen.

"Of course, I’ll make anything you want," you assured her softly as you climbed up the stairs to your childhood room. And she just, she hid her face, and you pretended you didn’t notice the collar of your shirt getting slightly wet. If Tara wanted to talk, she would, and if she felt like she could let a few tears fall without you making a fuss about it, then you’d let her do that as well, as long as she released it all, you were fine with just being there.

~X~

Tara's request was the same back then as it was a few days ago. 'Please make ojo de pancha,' so, you did, both back then and today and all the times in between when Tara would get nostalgic and start missing Sam more than she usually did. It was delicious, sure, but there was something else to it that made it special for Tara, and you were willing to bet it was special to Sam as well.

Thankfully, since Chad and Mindy's parents were out of town, you could work on the best birthday lunch Sam had in years in their kitchen.

You were kneading the dough for the puff pastry when Mindy walked over to you. "Good thing you have stamina, you've been at it for almost an hour," she commented and poked the dough you left to rest half an hour ago.

"Tell me about it. Puff pastry is great, but damn, it is not worth the effort," you chose to split the dough into two pieces to make it easier to work with, but that also meant a lot more kneading.

"Unless Tara asks you to make it," Mindy teased as she began loading the dishwasher.

You grinned. "I'm whipped and I'm proud!" you cried out victoriously, prompting the girl the bend over laughing.

"Don't we all know that," she sighed as her laughter subsided. "But, damn, you're really going all out," she whistled as she checked the fridge. "Chocolate eclairs, mini strawberry cheesecakes, wait, you're kidding right?" she turned to you with her jaw hanging slightly.

"Guess you found the opera?" you laughed, figuring she saw the cake.

"Okay, I see how it is," she nodded and closed the fridge. "Impressing the sister-in-law, smart."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that. "Sam isn't-" you tried to put up a fight.

"Zip it, you're whipped," she immediately cut you off and pointed a finger at you. "You, Y/N L/N, are so whipped I wouldn't even consider you as a suspect even if you are Tara's love interest."

There was absolutely no way to dignify that with an answer. "Are you and Chad done with decorations?" you asked instead and put the dough away, finally. Now you could make the filling.

Mindy went and sat down at the table armed with a spoon and a piece of bread. You forgot to put away the leftover filling for deviled eggs so now she was spreading it across a piece of bread. "You're the only one still working. We prepared the playlist, did the decorations, games, movies, and anything Sam might want to do is all set. Chad should arrive with flowers any minute now."

You began mixing the ingredients. "He really wants to make this surprise party memorable for Sam."

"You both do, you're too sappy and soft," Mindy pretended to gag.

You let out a short laugh and glanced back to look at her. "Says the one who set this whole thing into motion! You said we should celebrate here!" she could act tough all she wanted, but you were more than aware Mindy was one big softy, at least somewhere very, very deep down.

~X~ Earlier that day ~X~

Sam woke up to the smell of eggs, ham, and coffee and it smelled amazing. She spent the night on the couch, refusing to let Tara sleep anywhere but in a proper bed. She felt a bit stiff and mentally made a note to make sure their new apartment in New York would have more comfortable furniture. Still, her apartment was cheap, two floors beneath Tara and your apartment, and, unlike yours, had a separate bedroom.

"I told you you'd get stiff on the couch," came Tara's teasing voice, and Sam blinked a few times. By the time she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, Tara already leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday Sammy," oh, how she missed that nickname. Nowadays, Tara uses it only on special occasions.

"Thanks," Sam pulled Tara into a hug. Finally, after five years she could spend her birthday with her sister. Maybe she could even argue it was after a decade since she no longer kept her distance from Tara.

She missed so much of Tara's life and somehow seeing the breakfast Tara made for them, complete with a dish she didn't recognize, but that looked rather tasty, only further reminded her of that.

Tara, noticing the puzzled look directed at the food, smiled and sat down. "Y/N knows a bunch of European recipes, so she taught me how to make some. This one," she pointed at the dish Sam didn't recognize. "Is Swedish, I think, sandwich cake, I went with avocado and salmon filling, and, you know, bread."

Sam nodded, impressed, both by Tara and you. "I guess Y/N didn't work as a chef for nothing," she commented, still observing the, now named, sandwich cake.

Tara laughed. "You haven't seen anything, she went all out for my eighteenth birthday and it was incredible. I don't think I've ever seen as many different dishes on the same table in my life," Tara explained excitedly spreading her arms.

Sam added another mental note, to make sure you knew just how much she appreciated everything you did for Tara. She went behind Tara and hugged her, she pressed her face against Tara's left shoulder and held back tears. "I know it doesn't change anything, but I'm so sorry for leaving you, Tara," she left shortly after Tara turned thirteen, not even realizing at the moment that she was leaving Tara around the same time Tara's father left.

One of Sam's worries was that it would ruin Christmas time for Tara, and in turn, also affect her birthday, but Tara celebrated her nineteenth birthday without any issues. Granted, she wouldn't leave your side for more than five minutes and she didn't need a seat for even a minute. Sam still wasn't sure if it was due to it being Tara's birthday or due to the freshness of your relationship and long-awaited reunion. Probably the combination of all those factors. Regardless, she was relieved.

Tara turned around and, while still sitting, hugged Sam. "It means everything, Sam, it means everything," she whispered and Sam couldn't stop the few tears from falling. "Hey, we have a lot of things to do today, let's not get emotional right away," even though Tara was the one who said it Sam could hear she was also struggling not to cry.

Sam nodded and separated from Tara. She wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. "Right, I'll be quick," she went to the bathroom. They did have a packed day ahead. Tara decided to make a repeat of Sam's thirteenth birthday. Breakfast at home, going to a local arcade, then to see a movie, back then they saw How to Train Your Dragon, then to a local bakery where Tara only had enough money to get one ojo de pancha, so they split it. Ever since then, ojo de pancha has become Sam's absolute favorite. Back then they wrapped up the day with games at home, thinking up any ways they could have fun with just the two of them.

They'd repeat the arcade, the cinema, and the game night, although the last one would be at Mindy and Chad's place. The local bakery closed even before she left Woodsboro, so they couldn't get ojo de pancha, but she could live with that.

~X~

When Sam parked in front of Mindy and Chad's house the first thing she noticed was your car already there. Which explained Tara's endearing excitement, still, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours since Tara last saw you.

When they stepped outside the car Tara actually ran around the car and raised her hands over Sam's eyes. "Really, Tara?" Sam couldn't help but chuckle, still, it was Tara, and they were about to meet up with their friends, so Sam felt at ease even with her vision blocked.

"Just trust me," Tara didn't say it, but Sam heard the silent plea.

"I trust you," she assured and felt Tara close what little distance was between them to hug Sam from behind before bringing her palms back up over Sam's eyes.

"Wait, wait, we need a picture!" Chad's voice made Sam reconsider letting Tara guide her like this.

"You could earn some good money by selling that photo to Y/N," Mindy chimed in.

"Damn, I already sent it to her," Chad lamented and Sam just shook her head slightly.

"I swear, you'll never get any easy money," Mindy was probably jokingly glaring at Chad, not that Sam could see it.

"Steps," Tara warned just in time for Sam to avoid tripping. Climbing the stairs with Tara trying to cover her eyes was almost impossible, seeing as how short Tara was, but they somehow made it up the stairs alive and without the surprise being spoiled. Sam wasn't even sure what Tara was keeping her from seeing, since they were still outside and the house looked normal. Oh well, Tara probably wanted to do it so she did it.

Sam was led into the house and into the living room and only then did Tara let her look. Sam's jaw dropped. There were balloons in each corner of the house, with large 2 and 5 shaped balloons hanging behind the sofa, where she was likely meant to sit. The was a huge 'Happy 25th birthday Sam!' banner hanging from the ceiling. She figured you and Chad moved the kitchen table to the living room, and it was filled to the brim. Two plates filled with chocolate eclairs and mini strawberry cheesecakes. An amazing-looking cake with number 2 and 5 candles stuck on it. A bean soup steamed from the center of the table with a plate filled with chicken rolls stuffed with vegetables on one side of it and a plate of pork chops on the other side. Deviled eggs, guacamole, and crunchy-looking pizza rolls completed the table. Still, there was one spot open.

"Happy birthday, Sam," you said as you came out of the kitchen, a large plate raised high above your head. She couldn't believe there was actually more as Tara sat her down at the head of the table.

And then she saw the content of the plate as you set it down. Ojo de pancha... a whole lot of them, arranged in a heart shape. She felt Tara squeeze her shoulders and looked up to look at you taking the apron off. Her vision got blurry, definitely from the yet-to-be-shed tears. "You're crazy, all of you," she blinked, but it barely kept the tears at bay.

"And you're loved, by all of us," you tossed the apron over the chair, likely meant for you, on Sam's far right.

"Sappy, but right," Mindy and Chad brought out flowers, a beautiful custom-made bouquet.

"You deserve this and so much more. Happy birthday, Sam," Chad grinned at her and Sam just couldn't take it anymore.

She buried her face into the crook of Tara's neck and cried, overwhelmed by the happiness and love she felt. She felt Tara gently rubbing her back with one hand and then heard the three of you getting up. In a matter of moments, she was engulfed in the largest hug she ever experienced in her life and her sister was at the very center of it.

She never had this while she was growing up. Before she found out who her father actually was she had some friends, but they weren't keen on playing with 'Sam's sick little sister' so Sam stopped playing with them as well. After she found out about Billy her company consisted of teenagers at least a few years older than her that would help her get drunk and eventually introduce her to drugs. None of those people were meant to be lasting friendships that went beyond getting into trouble. In Modesto she was already used to being on her own, mostly going for short flings or acquaintances keeping her company.

She had it now. Strong arms. Warm arms. Firmly holding onto her and giving her a reason beyond herself or even just her and Tara to be strong and protect what she finally got. Because she finally found family in these people.

As the group separated, she took the ojo de pancha in the middle of the heart and split it into five pieces. There were plenty of them on the plate, more than enough for all five of them, but there was just something about sharing that first one with her family that made all five of them share warm smiles.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter #scream #sam carpenter #jenna ortega x reader

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marymary-diva17 · 26 days

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The daughter of two worlds

another crossposted story of mines with some edits made to it, I hope you all will enjoy this story.

Over the time of being together neteyam and Ao’nung had fallen in love with each other. They had kept their relationship under wraps, as they wish to see if they love they have for each other is true. Soon enough the relationship couldn’t stay the same anymore, as everyone soon found out. The relationship had been welcome with open arms and support until, it all came crashing down.

Ronal "this baby has demon blood in her eywa has turned her back on us" A child had been born from the union of aonung and neteyam, the day of the brith of child had started off as celebration for all of the clans until the celebration had done. When the child had been seen and when they saw her it was clear she was a child of two worlds or multiple. She didn't look like all the other navi she had inherited both features from her fathers and also human DNA.

Tonowari " what are we going to do about this the clans will talk, when they see her" neteyam held his newborn daughter close to his chest looking happily, down on her as to him she was perfect.

Ao'nung " ......"

Jake " we should all clam down she our granddaughter an innocent child she means us now harm" Jake had spoken up hoping to come down the worry and dear that was being rising right now.

Ronal " she a demonblood like the other she a curse upon on family and the clan"

Neytiri " you will not speak to my granddaughter like that she is of the Omaticaya and Metkayina now" neytiri had gotten mad and soon went towards ronal, she was ready for a fight.

Ronal " she will never be one of us we are leaving now"

tonowari " yes it will be best if you family leaves the clan and many others, will not accept this child ... we have to do what best for our family and clan ... we can't have anymore of the sky demons roaming in our clan" Ronal and Tonowari had said enough as they started walking out of the sully family home, not daring to look back at the granddaughter they pushed away.

Neteyam " ma nung"

lo'ak " dude you can come with us and so can tisreya and rotox, we can help you adapt to the forest"

neteyam " ma yawne our daughter will need us both she a child of sea and forest .... look at our beautiful daughter she so perfect" neteyam had shown aonung their new daughter with happiness and hope on his face, as he is praying that aonung will hold their child and love her like any father will.

Ao'nung " i'm sorry but I have to leave Neteyam this relationship was doomed from the start we shouldn't of kept it going"

Neteyam " Ao'nung please she your daughter ... she our daughter we love her right"

Ao'nung " she nothing to me ... I have to think about the clan reparation here and with the others, having a kid with demon blood will make us seem like we side with the sky demons"

Lo'ak " I wont allow you to speak about my niece like that when I'm here Ao'nung you broke your promise to me" lo'ak had grabbed onto aonung necklace and que she was beyond mad, right now towards her once former friend and brother in law.

Ao'nung " i'm sorry but as everyone else will know I don't have a daughter or mate ... tsireya and rotxo will not be leaving here I'm sure of that ... now leave when you are healed " Ao'nung soon got up and walked away not looking back at his daughter or his former mate. Neteyam had fallen into tears and panic.

Kiri " hush brother we are here for you we will always be here for you"

Jake " you will be coming home with us once you and our newest members are heal and well"

Neteyam " yes dad"

Tuk " what are we going to name her or is that to soon"

Neteyam” her name will be y/n"

Jake " well welcome to the family y/n sully" the sully family had left a few days later not only did Neteyam relationships end badly so did lo'ak and kiri relationship as well with tsyeria and rotxo. It seems like the relationship between ocean clans and the other clans had become broken as well.

many days later

Jake " y/n" Jake had held his granddaughter in the air as the sun light shined on her in front of the clan and all the other clans as well.

everyone " y/n" everyone had chanted the name as well as the baby girl laugh and reached for the sun, and anything else in her area. She had brought smile to her family and clan.

Jake " now she is our special girl"

neteyam " yes she is"

neytiri " are you sure you don't wish to live at home with us we can make it bigger, you and y/n can have your own room"

neteyam " mother we will be okay and we will not be that far from home, you all can stop by to see y/n and help me with her"

tuk " we will love that"

mo'at " my grandson the great mother has blessed you with a wonderful daughter, and our family as well the child of two worlds or many"

Neteyam " yes she is special"

lo'ak " to bad no one else in from the village could see that"

kiri " lo'ak"

spider " dude not the time or place"

lo'ak " I'm sorry neteyam but it makes me mad for how the treated her"

neteyam " it okay I understand"

Tsu’tey " she perfect and will be perfect addition to the clan"

norm " yes she will Neteyam I and the scientist have gather up from stuff for baby y/n, as she will need it like everyone else"

neteyam " thank you" neteyam had smiled at her daughter and kissed her forehead, even due the past days had been sorrowful not it had become happy.

That night

neteyam " you my daughter are special to me no matter what others had to say, I will teach you all that is need to know ad you might teach me as well" neteyam had seen his daughter laugh and smile towards him, as wood spirt had come by them and landed on her norse.

neteyam " it seems like the great mother has already accepted you from day one my beautiful daughter my beautiful y/n" neteyam had made a promise to be the best father he could be to his daughter, but also be there for his family and clan. They will be there for him as well, but he knew he will not let anyone do anything to destroy this happiness he has right now.

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clairesjointshurt · 5 months

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hi babe!! do u think u could write abt protective/jealous!julien with reader? like maybe they could be dating or married but it would just be so hot and i would literally eat it up🙏🙏

love this idea 💡

also the vibe is like a very high tension friendship where you both like eachother but hasn't said anything

protective julien baker

yet again going to be blurbs bc paragraphs are hard🥺

cw: at bar with men (ugh)

even when you where just friends she already was protective of you. julien always had a sort of close knit group and she kept her favourite people close to her. she was always loyal and caring to the people she loved most.

you went out to a club with the boys to celebrate a finished tour after not seeing any of them for months. and all had been well, you got to talk with your best friends again and just let loose. she lost sight of you for a couple minutes and she could feel the panic seep in through her veins. she had just gotten back after being away for months and all she wanted to do was hang out with the people she loved the most and see the woman she is in love with. she emmediatly starts looking around franticly, she asks the boys where you where and thankfully Lucy had seen you last when you had headed off to the bar to get some drinks for the group. julien looks around and spots you and emmediatly is relieved, she is covered by a wave of calm as the panic goes away. but then she looks closer and notices a grubby slimy little man (juliens thoughts) hanging off of her precious little angel. she feels a scowl creep onto her face as her shoulders tense, and makes her way over to you while she contemplates how she probably shouldn't be as jealous as she is, but once it's started she can't really stop. maybe she would be more justified if she had actually asked you out four months ago when she had the chance but who cares because you are so clearly uncomfortable with that sweaty man hanging off of you. she can almost smell the vodka on his breath all the way across the room and she notices the way you try and politely brush him off with a smile as all of your politeness is misunderstood as interest.

you feel the warmth of someone behind you as julien wraps her arm around your waist. "hey babe" she says with a cheery smile and peels his hand off of your thigh. "hi honey" you say back as butterflies explode in her stomach as you wrap your arm around her shoulder. "who's this friend?" she stares at him out of the corner of her eye,still with her signature puppy dog smile and scoots his chair away to a propper distance with her foot. "um, not quite sure" you reply and place your head on juliens shoulder. "oh well we better get going sugar, the girls are waiting for us" she says as she kisses the top of your head(you're sitting short stuff is standing) and gently pushes your hip from behind to nudge you off the barstool.

"you ok y/n?" julien asks with a cautious smile. "yeah I'm good" you say with her arm still around you. "what was that all about though?" she pulls you a little bit tighter to her. "he was a smelly creepy dude." she shrugs. "maybe we should have gone to a gay bar" you joke as she scoots into the booth seat after you that pheobe and Lucy had gotten. "yeah." she says with a faint chuckle as she places her hand comfortably on your knee. except she knows she doesn't want to go anywhere with you that has other people. if it where a gay bar she would just be jealous but surrounded by women. she just wants to be with you, surrounded by you. it doesn't matter who's hitting on you because they aren't her.

a/n: pls request more

also I have no idea if I should post the request with the actual peice

#julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker fluff

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fuck-customers · 6 months

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Halloween is coming up, and despite not being in a country that celebrates it (I'm from Australia) I still love the holiday, so I've been wearing a bat and pumpkin pins on my apron. Some jackass customer today decided to lecture me about how we shouldn't 'celebrate foreign holidays in this country' and give me a long ass speech about the pagan origins of Halloween blah blah blah. Like my dude thought I would actually give a fuck.

Just to rub salt in the wound when he finally ended up paying I said, "Happy Halloween!" while he was leaving. The nasty glare he gave was priceless.

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clrkive · 3 months

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Ruin me

ENHYPEN heeseung ff 18+

Warning : smut, cum eating, oral (male), fem!reader, dom! reader, dirty talk, use of nicknames, use of "mommy" Word, sub! Heeseung, dominating, use of words like whore and slut, cursing , stripping (m)

Heeseung is a nerd. But insanely gorgeous one (kinda unrealistic but nvm) and shy too. That is the reason why every girl goes feral over him. Everyone likes to tease him cuz everyone loves it when he is annoyed. On other hand there is Y/N, the popular girl of class and yeah school too. She is the most naughtiest one out there. She is naughty, different and totally opposite of how Heeseung is... But she is somehow attracted to him. That's why she bullies him (in a friendly way ofc) and teases him along with other girls. One day.

Everyone was at Cafeteria for lunch, the boys - Sunghoon, Beomgyu, Jeongin and Jay were sitting in a group when suddenly the girls - Yunjin, Ningning, Chaewon, Wonyoung and Y/N enter the Cafeteria.

Jeongin : Sunghoon look the queens are here

*everyone laughs*

Jay : Queens? Are you serious? You mean dad,s spoiled daughters right?

Jeongin : if you know you know *giggles* so I was saying that why shouldn't we invite these girlies to your birthday party Hoon? That's gonna be fun, like whenever there is a party, only we boys celebrate... I think we should invite them too this time. What do you say?

Sunghoon : hmm nice idea....but if they will be uncomfortable it's your fault Jeongin, understand?

Jeongin : umm okay don't worry

Jay : They are not gonna be uncomfortable of course we are gonna ask them first , Beom go and tell them about the party.

Beomgyu : should I tell them that you guys are corny af?

Jay : shut up! As if they are so innocent. Now go and tell them

*Beomgyu stands up and walks towards the girls sitting on the bench in the middle*

Beomgyu : heyyyyyy *he talks in a corny way*

Yunjin : huh you? I know you need something as always. Tell us.

Beomgyu : nah nah nah not this time girly, I just came here to invite you to Sunghoon,s birthday party tonight . Trust me it's gonna be a blast!

Chaewon : you guys are inviting us? Nice joke

Beomgyu : not a joke mam. I'm serious *he grins*

Ningning : omg so you are telling me that I am gonna see Sunghoon tonight?!!! *she blushes and chuckles*

Y/N : shut up Ning! Of course it's his birthday girly stop being silly again and again. No need to make it obvious and yeah Beomgyu , we are coming to the party.

Wonyoung : Y/N no! I'm Not going to their party! These boys are nasty af! You know that right?

Y/N : I know Wony, and I don't care cuz if they are cheap I am cheaper.

Wonyoung : you really are a playgirl aren't you?

Y/N : no doubt in that.

Yunjin : okay so We are coming to the party Beomgyu. Tell your gags.

Beomgyu : your order miss

*Yunjin rolls her eyes in annoyance*

TIME SKIP (party)

Sunghoon : fuck Jay! Who the hell invited that nerd?!!

Jay : who nerd?

Sunghoon : of course that every girl,s crush nerdy brat Heeseung

Jay : Beomgyu did. Heeseung is Beom,s bff if you don't know.

Sunghoon : I know that! But how can he invite him outta nowhere?

Jay : chill dude. Let him enjoy. We can't throw him out bro.. Now let's go downstairs, everyone is waiting

Sunghoon : fine

they went down stairs at the huge party hall where everyone was wearing fancy dresses and when Sunghoon entered, everyone ran to him and greeted him. The girls were also there.

Chaewon : should we go and great him too?

Y/N : nah, don't worry he will come here by himself

Sunghoon and the boys (Jay, Jeongin, Beomgyu) came closer to them.

Sunghoon : oh my hottie Y/N also came huh? *she smirks*

Y/N : you invited me jerk.

Sunghoon always had a fetish over Y/N cuz of course she is rich, hot, pretty, popular and naughty. So he is always in the line to be his boyfriend

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Heeseung : umm... Hi Sunghoon.. Happy birthday...

Sunghoon : oh! Thanks..

Y/N saw Heeseung and got butterflies in her stomach as usual. He was looking drop dead gorgeous with a black tuxedo and black shoes on.

Jay : umm Heeseung wanna have a drink after cake cutting?

Heeseung : s-sure...

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After cake cutting the girls were sitting on the sofa around the round table, they were having drinks

Y/N : why is he so hot all the time? Like who the fuck is he so hot for? His innocence... His innocence drives me crazy...

Yunjin : calm down calm down girl... He is a little bit too innocent to be with a playgirl like you

Y/N : Yunjin I am indeed a playgirl but... Him... Him... I have feelings for him..

Chaewon : you always say that girl

Wonyoung : I know right... She is just gonna fuck him and then leave him.. Like she does ever time

Y/N : ughh shut up! I wanna fuck him! Of course I want to but I genuinely love him and I'm serious this time

Ningning : then go and propose him... Come on do it!

Y/N : of course I want to... And I will do it tonight!

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Sunghoon : one more shot Heeseung

Heeseung : n-no please

Jay : ughh just one more

Heeseung was highly drunk but he still drank one more shot anyway

Jeongin : gosh... You are getting sleepy Heeseung? Do u want some rest? If yes then you can go to the room upstairs.

Heeseung : n-no I'll be fine thanks for asking

Suddenly Grace (Sunghoon,s dad,s best friend,s daughter came in front on Sunghoon with a glass of drink in her hands and standing with a seductive pose. Sunghoon saw that and went to her and grabbed her hand and took her to bedroom*

Beomgyu : look mister went to fuck that girl

Jay : not surprised. By the way should we go to the pool? It will be fun I guess

Jeongin : sure let's go.

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Y/N : Heeseung! Heeseung!

*he slowly opens his eyes and found himself laying on a bed where Y/N was sitting next to him*

Heeseung : umm Y/N...you? What are u doing here and why am I here?

Y/N : actually you were highly drunk and fell asleep so those jerks Jay, Jeongin and Beomgyu left you and went to pool

Heeseung : Fuck them... Where is Sunghoon?

Y/N : fucking a girl in his room *she grins*

Heeseung : as always I guess...

Y/N : yeah uh by the way I wanted to confess something from a long time.. I guess I should do It right now

Heeseung : yeah.. Tell me..

Y/N : Umm Heeseung *she holds his one hand * I love you... And trust me I do, it's not like I'm joking and trust me it's not for just lust! I genuinely love you, fucking love you

*Heeseung was kinda shocked as he gulps his saliva and speaks*

Heeseung : are you sure you are not gonna make a boy toy?

Y/N : no! I promise... Please heeseung... *she looks at him with puppy eyes*

Heeseung : I love you too Y/N, I always did

Y/N : always? *she raises an eyebrow*

Heeseung : yeah always, Y/N when I first joined the school.... You teased me that day for how my nature was, I cried so much, I always saw you as a bully from that day but, do you remember when Keeho pushed me down from the stairs and I fell... You helped me and punched Keeho? That day. That was the day I fell for you.... That really attracted me towards you Y/N , you are not how you exactly look, you are a very soft hearted person with a bold and jolly mind and that's what makes you special to me. Whenever we talked, whenever you tease me... It's just something else for me and to be honest I have no friends but you Y/N..i love you, love you so much. But i was scared to tell you cuz look at me... I'm good in nothing... Just a handsome face with a weak personality.

Y/N : Shut up! Don't say like that i swear to God, you are more than just a handsome face. And i am really really sorry for the day i bullied you for your nature... Actually I didn't knew the real you Hee! That was my mistake but trust me that I will treat you like my prince Heeseung. I love you. Will you be my boyfriend?

Heeseung : of cours-

Y/N presses her lips against his lips even before he completes the sentence, she slides her tongue inside his mouth exploring his throat , then she pulls back and speaks

Y/N : Umm you said you don't want me to use you as a boy toy right?

Heeseung : yeah...

Y/N : so *she hovers over him* what if I treat you as a boy toy just for tonight? Atleast tonight?

*he blushes as he hears her words*

Heeseung : yes please...

Y/N : really? Are you sure?

Heeseung : absolutely sure Y/N

Y/N : nah not Y/N...im your mommy tonight, understand? And you are my baby

Heeseung : okay mommy

Y/N : so little boy... Strip yourself for me. In front of me. And yeah remember I will watch you without blinking an eye

Heeseung : as you wish momma

Y/N : good boy

As she says this, he starts to unbutton his shirt then unzip his pants then finally he came to his boxers but he looked in her eyes with a blush on his face

Y/N : what happened darling? Show me the part which needs me the most, go ahead

He nods and slides down his boxers, revealing his big and pretty cock leaking with precum and standing with pride, his beautiful red tip and veiny texture caught her eyes and she smirked at the sight

Y/N : the prettiest cock I've ever seen *bites her lips* now.... Do something to seduce me... Mommy is not gonna pleasure you that easily

Heeseung : I don't know if I am good at this but- if you say so

he then lays down on the bed, and takes his arms up to his head and his head on left and then he starts to thrust his hips in the air. Y/N was kinda shocked after seeing his skills

Y/N : the fuck Heeseung?! How are you so good at this? Have you done this before? Huh

Heeseung : na momma it's my first time... It's just your magic.. Your dominance

Heeseung keeps on moving his body and hitting different seductive poses

Heeseung : Touch me mommy... Please... Please

as he says this , Y/N traces his body with her fingers and he moans loud

Y/N : what a pretty sound my love...gosh I love to see your vulnerability like this. Wanna treat you like my whore tonight

Heeseung : y-yes mommy I'm your little whore... All yours... Use me however you want.

Y/N : stop testing me I swear to God I wanna fuck you so bad

Heeseung : PLEASE DO IT.. Please I need it

Y/N : beg for it

*heeseung sighs*

Heeseung : please mommy... Please fuck me... Fuck me like I'm your whore... I need you mommy please i beg please

as he says this Y/N gets on top of him and starts to unzip her skirt. As she unzips her skirt she pulls down her underpants revealing her wet pretty pussy, Heeseung started to blush when she did that. She takes out a packet of condom from the drawer and places it on his lips

Y/N : tear it

heeseung tears it and wears the condom. Then she slowly starts to move her entrance to his tip

Y/N : one more please

Heeseung : FUCK ME PLEASE! MOMMY!

Y/N : you are getting it baby boy *she then thrusts him inside her. She burries his cock inside her and starts to bounce on it. As she was riding him, he starts to moan loudly*

Heeseung : ah! Momma harder! Fuck me harder! Ngh-

his eyes starts to become teary as she increases her speed

Heeseung : slow.. Please.. Ah! Ahhhh

Y/N : baby you asked for it didn't you?

Heeseung : yes but... But- i can't handle it- I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum momma

Y/N : do it.. Cum for me.. Let's cum together

As she says this Heeseung releases his seed inside the her and Y/N also cums on his covered cock

Heeseung : Fuck.. I need more... More... Make me cum one more time mommy

Y/N : sure baby

She then spreads his legs wide

Y/N : can I eat you up? Eat the fuck out of you?

Heeseung : y-yes please... Eat me up

Y/N puts his cock in her mouth and starts to suck it. As she sucks it Heeseung starts to moan and cry out of pleasure*

Heeseung : fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

As he says this Y/N starts to tease his cock with her tongue and makes him release inside her mouth. As he releases his thick and hot cum inside her mouth she swallows it without any hesitation. Heeseung,s eyes rolls back with pleasure

Heeseung : thanks... Thanks mommy I wanted this... I love you mommy I love you so much

he looks at her with submissive and lustful eyes, he slowly moves his thumb to her lips and wipes the remaining cum on her lips. Then Y/N again gets on top of him and starts to bite and kiss his neck

Y/N : want a hickey on your beautiful neck baby?

heeseung nods and she starts to bite and nibble on his neck hard

Heeseung : aish

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After some minutes she successfully gave him multiple hickeys on his neck and one on his Adams apple.

Y/N : perfect. Now everyone will know whom you belong to baby boy.

END

Thanks for reading this pookies. This is my first time writing an smut and a ff 😭 I am really a noob in these things so please don't mind if I did something wrong. Thanks and lob you. Follow for more and you can drop your requests in the comment section ^^

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #enhypen #lee heesung x reader #heeseung #dom!reader #smut #fypシ #kpop

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 8 days

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I like your blog, we've been mutuals for years. But blogging about the met gala when there are children dying in Gaza? Fuck the met gala and your celebrity worship

at what point have I made it seem like I don't care about/support what's happening in gaza? I don't share a lot about it, but that's because most of what I see have graphic images and videos attached to the posts, and while I understand the thought process behind sharing them to make it seem more real to people, I'm uncomfortable with it because I know that if I was in that situation, vulnerable and injured or dead, I wouldn't want people gawking at me online just so they can pat themselves on the back for 'suffering in solidarity' by making themselves uncomfortable and miserable looking at me. I'm trying to be respectful. I've still reblogged things about gaza though. but honestly, if you've been following me for years, you'd know I'm a pacifist and wouldn't need me to make a statement saying I don't support people being killed. my God, dude.

also, celebrity worship? I can't even tell you who half the people at the met even were. I just like fashion. I post about a bunch of different things on this blog, and you haven't complained about that, so where's the threshold for things people are allowed to enjoy while bad things are happening in the world? fashion is off limits, but doctor who isn't? I can still post about musicals and not support murder, but aesthetic pictures are on par with launching a bomb myself? I truly hate to break it to you, but sharing links on tumblr is not going to fix this situation. denying yourself any shred of entertainment or enjoyment does not give you a moral high ground. what's happening is horrendous, but even if this is somehow magically peacefully solved tomorrow, there will still be other atrocities happening elsewhere in the world. that's unfortunately just how life goes. in no world am I saying we shouldn't care about every single atrocity that happens, I'm just saying if you can't find some time to be happy in your own life just because bad things are happening to others, you will never truly live a life at all. it sucks! but that's how it is. it's like when someone close to you dies, and the first time you laugh after you've started grieving feels like you're betraying them. but you aren't betraying them for continuing to live, just like you aren't betraying anyone else in the world who's suffering just because you don't spend 24/7 thinking and talking about them.

I do truly, genuinely, hope this all comes to a peaceful end, and soon. I'm not naive enough to believe for certain that it will. but I do know, at the end of the day, people are already aware of it. people know what's going on. sharing photos of dead and mutilated babies will not make any difference. you, and I, and everyone else online are not going to personally save gaza. pressure needs to be put on the people who can actually do something to make a change, and they don't care about what's online. arguing with people because you don't perceive them as doing 'enough' isn't going to accomplish anything other than getting them to a point of making them eye roll whenever they see you post, because at the end of the day, unless you're literally a top politician, you are doing the exact same amount to help as someone who reblogs less posts than you. sorry.

#asks #molly mumbles #save our souls #which is my world news tag btw I also put good things in there but I'm also not great at keeping up with it #it's just occuring to me that someone could see me tag like something good 'save our souls' and think I'm against it lol #thatbakedjedi

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everythingimagines · 2 years

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The untouchable girl // Eddie Munson

Summary: Could Dustin possibly help Eddie with his hopeless crush?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Warnings: swearing?

A/N: back again obsessed over Eddie Munson, disclaimer I'm still not a native English speaker so please be nice about my grammar. I also hate to re-read what I wrote so if something is not understandable sorry.

Y/N Y/L/N wasn't an ordinary student at Hawkins High. She in fact created one of the biggest dramas the school has ever seen while being the daughter of the principal.

In her freshman year, Y/N became a cheerleader and seemed to have a perfect life. She was beautiful, smart, popular and of course like almost every cheerleader she had a basketball player boyfriend.

Her makeup and outfit were always perfect and the way she walked in the halls, it was like a breath of fresh air. Until that one day at the end of May.

After the Hawkins Tigers had another massive win in the season of course they went to celebrate. Y/N had to miss out on the party, her mother insisted that she had to be home for a big family dinner because of some relatives she didn't even remember. She had been taught to be a good girl and had no intention to go against her mother for a stupid party. Maybe she should have.

The next day in school was a living hell, everyone was talking about how her boyfriend fucked her best friend at the party and even though they both tried to deny it to her, the hickies on their necks weren't lying. What happened next was something that shook the entire school. Y/N slapped both of them and tried to rip out Tiffany's hair. She got suspended, kicked out of the cheerleader team and we don't even want to get started on how mad her mother was.

And that was when Y/N decided that she didn't want to be the picture-perfect golden kid anymore. Her grades did not drop, but her style changed completely. Not just in clothing and makeup. She was still kind (mostly), but cared less about people's opinions and wasn't scared to stand up for herself or someone she loved.

That's how she somehow became friends with the Hellfire Club. Some dumbass basketball players were bothering Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson after school, all Y/N knew was that they were freshmen and complete nerds. Which is not a good combo.

"Look man why can't you just leave us alone, we literally did nothing to you." - begged Dustin.

"Yeah, Chris, why can't you just leave them alone?" - joined in Y/N.

"Oh look, who it is. The one and only Y/N Y/L/N, cheerleader to a little noisy bitch." - laughed Chris until Y/N went and punched him right in the face. But more importantly right in front of Eddie Munson.

"Woah, Woah, Woah what is going on here Henderson?"

"Chris was bullying us and Y/N hit him."

"Y/N? The principal's daughter saved your asses?"

"Is that so unbelievable Munson?" - Y/N joined their conversation.

"You standing up against another basketball dickhead? No, but judging by your shoes your high heels weren't made for fighting."

"Well, you shouldn't judge a girl by her shoes, Munson. But from as much as I know about you, you probably don't have much experience with any girl." Y/N walked past him, shoulders touching.

As Y/N was rolling her eyes, Eddie felt himself falling for her. He had a crush on her since the first time he saw her but this new Y/N is even better.

"Dude, you have a weird look on your face."

"Shut up, Henderson."

Eddie in fact did not had much sleep that night. He was way too focused on how could he ask Y/N out when ever since Andrew broke her heart no one could ever get close to her. Anyone who asked her out had been brutally rejected. Eddie did not wanted to go through that so he created his "evil plan". From what she did, Eddie suspected that maybe she has some sympathy towards Henderson and Wheeler which is good because he's friends with them. The plan was easy, Henderson somehow needs to befriend her, and then maybe if Dustin talks enough on his behalf Y/N would slowly start to like him and will say yes if he asks her out. After all, she has to have a heart somewhere under that wall she created.

"Eddie, with all respect you have no chance with her and this plan will never work."

"Henderson, with zero respect, I don't give a shit please just try it."

"Alright, I will because we're friends but don't have high hopes."

At lunch break after a lot of teasing from Eddie, Dustin approached Y/N.

"Heeey, Y/N!"

"Hi, um..."

"Oh right, my name is Dustin Henderson. You can call me Dustin. I-I didn't have the chance to thank you for saving us from Chris."

"It's honestly nothing that you need to thank for Dustin. I don't like seniors bugging freshmen it's pretty annoying and unfair."

"Yes, but still, you were the only one who stopped."

"People can be cruel when it's not their problem. Do you want to sit down?" Y/N was alone at her table at the moment, her best friend Jessica was absent for the day. After a quick glance at Eddie - who looked pretty nervous - Dustin sat down to eat with her.

"Sooo Dustin... Why exactly did Munson send you here?" - asked Y/N while casually looking down at her food while Dustin choked on his own.

"Wha-what are you talking about?"

"Oh please, when I was 6 I was at the beach with my older sister and her friends, that was the first time we were alone without parents and she immediately made me ask a boy out for her. Cut the bullshit Dustin, I like you don't make me mad."

"Agh Y/N, he's gonna kill me, I promise I told him it was bullshit and it won't work. He has a crush on you but he has no idea how to ask you out because he's afraid that you will reject him."

"Ohohoho so the big Eddie Munson is afraid of me rejecting him?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Well, this should be fun" - chuckled Y/N as she stood up and started walking towards the Hellfire Club's table while Dustin was muttering 'shit, shit, shit" in the background.

"Munson can we talk in private?" - Eddie was shocked to say at least when Y/N popped that question.

"You know I really don't appreciate you sending that child to make me soft so maybe I'll date you" - Eddie acted dumb for some time but had to give in.

"Okay, I'll admit it wasn't my brightest idea but I was up all night thinking about how I could get close to you without you pushing me away."

"You did what? Eddie Munson the guy who gives the least fuck about anything in the world was up all night thinking how could he ask me out?"

"Well, get ready Y/L/N because I'm about to spill a lot of my secrets. Do you remember when you said I have no experience with girls? You were right, but do you want to know the reason why? The reason is that I had feelings for you since the first time you walked into this goddamn school, I kinda wished that you will be close to me somehow even though I knew that I couldn't have you. You had to go and date that dickhead because that's what cheerleaders do, date basketball players. It was breaking my heart when he cheated on you, I wanted to make him regret what he did to you but we haven't even spoken a word Y/N. I thought that it will go away, it's just a stupid crush but it's been three fucking years and you just became more and more wonderful. I try to act like a tough guy but on the inside, I'm really not. After all this shit I just spit out I'm really embarrassed so please either tell me how I can win you over or reject me nicely so I can try to move on with my life."

It was probably the first time Y/N was speechless ever since the cheating scandal, it was also the first time when her heart fluttered again with love for a boy. Not trusting herself with words this time, Y/N decided to embrace Eddie in a massive hug. He needed a few seconds until he realized what was going on but then hugged her back just as strongly. After a while, Eddie felt a drop of tear on his neck coming from Y/N.

"Hey, are you alright?" - he asked softly.

"Please don't give up on me." - Y/N answered still sniffling into his neck.

"I would never princess."

That was the start of the beautiful relationship between Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson. From that day, Eddie picked Y/N up every single morning, brought her flowers every Monday (from God knows where), and did everything in his powers to win her over even if we were talking about bringing her chocolate when she was on her period or just simply being her island when everything went wrong. Eventually, with her help, he finally graduated in 1986 and left the good old Hawkins behind to start their new life. Let's just say, Eddie did not regret waiting three whole years to be with her. The sight of her cooking breakfast in his Hellfire Club shirt while their daughter sat on her waist made every single moment worth it.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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here's to one whole year of suffering from steddie brainrot! does that mean it's permanent if you reach the one-year hyperfixation mark?

"You realise it's been a year, right?" Eddie says, breaking the silence as they look out over the trailer park, now situated one clearing over from the former Forest Hills park, "A year since we met?"

Steve huffs a laugh and leans forward so that Eddie has no choice but to look at his frown.

"Dude, we met way before last year."

Eddie shrugs and takes a puff on his cigarette, "You know what I mean."

Steve hums and shuffles close so he can rest his head on his shoulder, "It's been a long year."

"With me?" he chuckles.

"No!" Steve practically yells in protest, his voice echoing out into the night, "You know what I mean."

Duh. Of course, he does. They both have the nightmares, migraines, permanent scars (some of which match) and the back pain of senior citizens to prove that, hell yes, it has been a long goddamn year.

He takes one last drag before stubbing out his cigarette - an activity he probably shouldn't even be partaking in anymore considering.

Steve coughs, or more, splutters as he tries to unsuccessfully cover it up. Despite it being Spring, a hellhole opening up for a while kinda totally changed the climate of Hawkins. It still feels like Winter and Steve, now a sniffly and sickly dude after a few bats to the guts and an undead vine to the neck, is on the precipice of a cold.

As if on cue, Wayne opens the front door. Eddie swears the old man has developed superhuman hearing this past year as he frets over the two of them.

Jesus, Steve was already living here with Wayne before Eddie was even discharged from the hospital. His uncle hadn't said much at the time but a clipped, "The kid said his parents aren't around" said enough that yes, Eddie will drag Steve back inside if he asks.

"You boys better come in," he insists.

Eddie doesn't remember much of when he first came to live with his uncle. It was all so rushed and he was so overwhelmed with what had happened with his own parents, but he imagines Wayne's boarding-on-overbearing care for Steve resembles that time.

Wayne lingers as Eddie grips Steve's arm tight and pulls him up off the warn couch. His uncle nods affirmatively as they squish past to step inside and he closes the door behind him.

Steve twirls around under Eddie's arm, bending it awkwardly in a way that makes him grimace - he should really warn a guy!

"Maybe we better go do something, to celebrate?" he suggests, huffing his fringe from his eyes.

He blinks hard. That movement, no matter how cute and fleeting, very obviously made Steve dizzy. Eddie places his hands on his hips to steady him and guides him to his designated spot, the third chair, at the square dining table.

Wayne resumes his seat in his recliner, lounging back with a loud contended, "ah". Eddie looks at the television and rolls his eyes. Tagging along to watch a rerun of Columbo - part of what he likes to refer to as 'Old Man Hour', which also features Get Smart and Hogan's Heroes - doesn't seem particularly romantic.

And, judging by the glint in Steve's pretty eyes, he's expecting as much. Eddie outstretches his hand.

"Wayne?" he calls over his shoulder as he wiggles his fingers, "Steve and I are going out for our one-year anniversary."

"Alrighty," Wayne mumbles, "Wear a coat."

His voice is almost drowned-out as Peter Falk, oh-so-witty in his trenchcoat, quips, "Oh, and just one more thing!"

"Eds," Steve laughs as he scrubs a hand over his face, "It isn't our one-year anniversary either. That's in like, maybe three weeks?"

"You don't know our anniversary?" he teases, knowing they are going to get absolutely nowhere like this.

But it's fun.

He moves his fingers up Steve's arm, crawling and tickling him like a spider.

"Not sure of the exact date, actually," Steve admits, flinching away from his touch abruptly enough that his chair scuffs on the linoleum, "We haven't really talked about it."

Eddie waves his hands as if he's a magician giving a dramatic ta-da! reveal as he sings, "Problem solved, neither of us know for sure. So today it is."

Steve slowly nods, a wide grin sweeping across his face. He dips his head in acknowledgement.

"Happy one-year anniversary of you shoving a broken bottle in my face."

He stops mid-invisible toast to shriek, "You were going to attack me with a boat oar!"

"What happened?" Wayne asks as his chair creaks forward.

The footrest snaps back into place, making the pair jump.

#have something half-serious half-stoopid #also i'm just obsessed with what wayne watches on tv - i swear its the only 80s details i write all the time #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #lilys ficlets #stranger things s4 #steddie anniversary #wayne munson #steddie headcanon #healing steddie

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Colour : Jimin

I think about Colour : Freedom part of the photo folio a lot. It's literally my roman empire. I think about it at least thrice a day. (Contd.)

Perhaps I wouldn't think about it so much if it was just for an album concept. But we know that all photo folios were self directed. The members had full creative freedom and creative help. Jimin decided to show us 'parts of himself'. He called this particular look 'unrefined boy' and even compared this look to HYYH concepts. For some reason, Jimin has always been attached to HYYH, that album holding a very special meaning for him. Even tattoed 'young forever' on himself. I digress.

So they had full creative freedom to decide the elements put into this photoshoot. And one CANNOT argue that he just did what the stylists asked him to. Jimin won't let these elements into a photoshoot that shows sides of 'HIMSELF' if he wasn't aware of the implications. The lights, the symbolism, the outfits, the temporary tattoos, the props. I repeat, these photos are not for an album or a magazine or a song or a commercial. They're just to represent him. Some other members decided to do more conceptual/fictional shoots- jk with vampire aesthetic, V with vintage european aesthetic, jin with concepts related to sea. But Jimin clearly said he wanted to show different sides of himself.

Now one might say, he was just trying to show his 'gender neutral charm'. But there are so many ways to do that, instead of inserting obvious queer elements. We have other 'gender neutral' charm artists and kpop idols. He could have just shown the feminine and masculine sides, busts of artemis, apollo with gender neutral clothes. But he had to write 'free love' on his arm, and wear THAT t-shirt.

Same with the Robert Mapplethorpe pants in Like Crazy MV. He won't wear pants with some dude's face on it, for the title song about his own experience, for an album about his own self, and NOT ask the stylist about the face on his pants. The same pants that will be immortalised in Youtube forever in his debut title track MV. Jimin knows who that dude is. A 1-minute google search will tell you that Mapplethorpe was a well known celebrity photographer, famous for striking bnw photos and controversial shoots. Notable ones being - the one where he blurs the boundaries of genders, female and male nudes, gay male BDSM photography etc.

I remember how once there was massive backlash on BTS because one of the members was seen wearing a tshirt with the Japan atom bombs attack print on it with the text 'liberation of korea'. I might be wrong. But that made a lot of noise and even a BTS radio show in japan was cancelled. So you cannot tell me that bts members are not careful with what they wear, especially after that incident.

I know a lot of 'woke' armies said we shouldn't assume things about him. But..we aren't blind either. So I guess it's -

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

We'll never get to see all the layers of his personality on camera and that's alright. And no, we'll never ever get to know any possible queer life experience related to him. (Keyword: possible) There are limits to what he shows to fans.

Thinking of putting down some more thoughts on the entire photofolio. I observed there's a story in it too. Maybe someday.

PS: I hope you realise that I'm not talking from a shipper perspective. That is about something Jimin is actively expressing, not about what fans speculate/analyse. This post is about Jimin and Jimin only.

Tags are only for me.

#colour jimin #jimin thoughts assistant

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