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Adult Education || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington is really weird about the adult film section of Family Video, which really should change its name. After a lot of teasing about dirty movies and the people who rent them, you both take your fixation on dirty movies a little too far.

Couple: Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader (GN Pronouns)

Category: Smut/Fluff

Content Warning: graphic smut, mutual masturbation, mentions of really bad 1980s adult movies

Word Count: 6.3k

Requests: Open!

For a Friday, the video store was pretty dead. You sat on top of the counter, grateful that Keith had better things to do than police your behavior. Usually, when he caught you, he’d go into a tirade about wasting employee time and loitering without making a purchase. 

Okay, so you didn’t work at Family Video and maybe you did intimidate some customers with annoyed stares when they interrupted your conversations. Still… free country and all that. 

Steve was doing his best to look occupied while you hounded him, an amused grin painting your lips as he blushed practically crimson. 

“C’mon, Steve, you’re a grown man!” You leaned forward, staring pointedly until he turned to meet your gaze. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted to creep behind that partition and sneak a peek?”

He sighed. Deeply. “Technically, I have to go behind that partition and reshelve whatever the degenerates bring back.”

You grinned wickedly at that. “Watching porn doesn’t make you a degenerate, Steve. It’s totally legal now. Normal, even.”

Whatever effort Steve was putting into the pointless task of alphabetizing the candy bars on the counter was halted. Clearly, he couldn’t avoid the conversation. 

“Need I remind you that this store is called Family Video?” He whispered insistently. You peered around the empty store and raised a brow. “What’s with the hang-up on dirty movies today anyway?”

You shrugged, drawing shapes mindlessly onto the glass countertop. “I’m just curious,” you admitted. “Nudie mags are one thing, but movies… I dunno. They seem illicit and sexy to me.”

Steve did his best to run from the rest of the conversation, taking the cart of movies to be reshelved on a stroll through the store. It would’ve been a nice respite from being cornered behind the counter if you weren’t always two steps behind him. 

He reached up, shelving the constantly rented VHS of Sixteen Candles where it belonged while you watched curiously. His shirt rode up slightly, and you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning at the sight of a happy trail. 

“Need something?” He asked impatiently. 

“All good,” you replied with a cherubic smile. “Just wondering why you’re so shy when talking about this with one of your best friends.”

As if on cue, Robin appeared from the back rooms with new standees and merchandise to put on display. “Ooh, talking about what?”

Steve’s eyes went wide, and his jaw clenched as your smile grew. You could see the threat in his gaze. Don’t you dare.

“I can’t say,” you replied sweetly. “Stevie here’s shy.” You winked and sauntered towards the counter, picking through the new promotional merch like a vulture on a carcass.

Robin furrowed her brows, glancing between you and Steve quickly. “It’s the porn, isn’t it?” 

You sighed in relief. “Yes! It’s weird right?”

“So weird. Especially about reshelving.”

Steve scoffed loudly from the drama section, peering over the shelves to glare. “I’m right here, you know.” He rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter. 

———

The next time it comes up is a Tuesday, when you’re sitting behind the counter with Steve and an old man with burning red cheeks places a VHS tape called Pleasure Olympics onto the counter for a return. 

“Don’t say anything,” Steve said firmly after the man was gone. 

“I wasn’t going to!” You replied, which was a lie. You were absolutely gonna razz him about it. “It’s just… is it weird knowing that geriatric guy was jerking off to it? Kinda makes you not want to touch it.”

He gives an exasperated sigh, letting his head fall into his hands. “I just said don’t say anything. Gross.” His lips fall into an exaggerated pout and you genuinely feel a swell of pity for him. 

“C’mon, if it bothers you so much I’ll go put it back,” you offered. “And I’ll stop teasing you about the porn since it’s bugging you.” You pause, biting your lip for a moment before the words spill out. “It’s just… aren’t you at least a little curious?”

“I’m not.. I mean I—“ He was tripping over his own tongue, his cheeks burning, blazing hot. “I’m.. I—“ He shut his mouth firmly for a few moments to collect himself. “Maybe a little.”

And his eyes looked so warm and sheepish and earnest for a second that you wanted to melt or puke. It was sickeningly sweet. “C’mon let’s put this back and see what we’re working with here,” you said. With a swift movement, you snatched up Pleasure Olympics and made your way towards the partitioned room. 

“Hey, I don’t… I don’t know if we should,” Steve said, helplessly following you. “I mean, someone’s gotta man the desk. So like… maybe we shouldn’t, and I can take that back there.”

You blinked a few times, confusion furrowing your brows. “Stevie, it’s two in the afternoon on a Tuesday. I think we’ll be fine for like, one minute.” Before he could physically hold you back from the illicit back room, you slipped behind the curtain. 

“Oh,” you sighed, more than a little deflated. It wasn’t some erotic, mysterious liminal space like you’d been imagining. It was just a room. Albeit, a room filled with graphic erotic images on VHS cases, but still. “This is so boring.” Steve skidded to a stop beside you, swallowing audibly as you circled the room like a predator searching for prey. 

“Where does this one go?” You asked, holding up the old man’s tape. 

“Uh.” Steve swallowed again, his eyes glued on the sight of bare tits on a cover in front of him. “Um. New— uh, new releases.”

“Heh, release,” you muttered under your breath, shelving it without much thought where he had said. You doubted that anyone back here cared about organization that much. “So… see anything you like?”

His eyes snapped to yours, wide with affront. “Hey! That’s… We are not going to talk about…” he waved his hands wildly in a gesture to what you assumed to be the entire room, “This.”

You held up your hands in surrender but kept your eyes glued on the cases curiously. It was your turn to swallow hard, feeling like your mouth was simultaneously too wet and completely dry like you were hot all over. 

Maybe, just maybe, you’d taken the teasing too far. 

“Oh, so now you’re the one who’s shy about all this,” Steve said, almost victoriously. You frowned, insulted by the idea that you would be prudish and shy about anything. Fuck. That. 

“Nope,” you said firmly. You let your eyes wander the shelves for a moment longer before you snatched a tape up and held it out. “I want to rent this one.”

   He blinked at you dumbly, his brain not computing the sight of you holding a dirty movie and the innocent-looking outfit you wore. His mouth hung open for a few moments too long before he firmly shook his head. “No. No, I’m not renting you that.” He insisted. 

“Why not?” You asked defiantly. “I’m a customer, right? Keith likes to remind me of that all the time.”

“Yeah, well, you’re also you and one of my best friends so I’m not going to rent you…” his voice went quiet and a little pitchy, “porn.”

A huff of indignation flew past your lips as you realized that the two of you were clearly at an impasse. “For someone who can’t shut up about all the sex he has, you are such a prude.”

“I’m not a prude!” He said insistently. “If anything, you’re the prude and I’m… the opposite of a prude.”

“So let me rent…” You paused to glance at the title in your hand, “Erotic Detention II, and see what the hype is about. And then I’ll never bring it up again. Pinky promise.”

He sighed, running his hands through his carefully styled hair. Just the fact that you had gotten him to do that annoyed him. “You’ll shut up about the dirty movies forever if I let you take that home?” He asked pointedly. With a sickeningly sweet smile, you nodded. He swore under his breath, and you knew he was gonna cave.“Fine. But I don’t want to hear about it.”

You grinned. “Of course not, Stevie. You’ll just have to live the rest of your life wondering what happens to people in erotic detention.”

He rolled his eyes. “If I had to guess, I’d say sex.” He pushed past the privacy curtain, back into the main shop, and, of course, you were right on his heels to continue pestering him about other matters.

———

Steve called your private line every night that week. “So, have you watched your perverted movie yet?” He’d ask, trying his best to sound like he was teasing instead of morbidly curious. 

By Friday night, you had grown tired of his weird act. “For someone who didn’t want to hear about it, you sure seem interested.” He stumbled through a reply, which made you grin. “I’ve got the house free this weekend, so tomorrow I’ll finally put the sinful movie in the player and cement my place in hell. Plus I don’t want a late fee.”

He scoffed, or choked on air. You really couldn’t tell which. “Yeah, well, have fun with that,” was all he could manage in reply. 

“Steve, can you just admit that you’re curious about the movie and stop acting like a total puritan?” You sighed, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger. “This is all strictly to satiate my curiosity. I’m not going to be like… touching myself or anything while I watch it.”

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” You could hear his breath heavy on the other line. Huh. There was a pause, heavy and weirdly intense as both of you scrambled for something to say. “Do you really think you’ll be able to control yourself?” 

Huh.

“I guess I’ll find out tomorrow, and I promise you won’t hear about it. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.”

———

Almost exactly 24 hours later, you were in your basement, hands sweating as you put the tape into your VHS player. After hyping the mere idea of dirty movies up so much with Steve, you felt strangely unprepared to press play. 

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all over. There was something weirdly erotic about the entire act, something sinful about having a physical tape of people fucking in your possession. 

Steve’s words echoed in your mind and you wondered, could you control yourself? 

It was weird how insistently you pestered him about pornos. It was weird that he had called to ask if you’d watched it yet. It was weird that you had even brought one home and let it get to this point. 

As you were considering taking it out and returning it to Family Video with your tail tucked between your legs, there was a knock at your door. 

A yelp escaped you, and the shame of it all made you want to hide for the rest of the night. In the deep recesses of your brain, you were convinced some sort of porn police was at your door ready to lock you away for being a degenerate. Reluctantly, you tiptoed up the stairs and into the foyer, where you saw a recognizable silhouette behind the glass of your front door. 

Steve Harrington.

“What are you—?” Before you could finish asking, he’d pushed the door open further with his foot, sidestepping you to make his way in. “Alright, be my guest.”

He smiled back at you, making his way into your living room with an armful of pizza and sodas. “Wanted to stop by,” he said with an easy smile, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “You weren’t busy, were you?”

With a simple shrug, you closed the front door. “No, not all, Stevie, make yourself at home.” He immediately sat down on your couches, the plastic covers crinkling. It didn’t matter that they were almost as old as you were, you doubted the actual fabric would ever see the light of day. 

“No Robin?” You asked, settling on the floor in front of him, eager to dig into the pizza boxes. A delighted smile spread across your lips at the sight of your favorite toppings— he knew you so well. 

“Does Robin have to be here for me to hang out with you?” He asked, reaching over you unceremoniously to grab the piece with the best toppings. 

A scrunch formed between your brows as you considered it. “Typically? Yeah.” You grabbed a slice and leaned back against his legs, sighing contentedly at a hot meal after a day of canned soup and random shit from the pantry. “What’re you doing in my neck of the woods anyway?”

“I was just… around,” he said around a mouthful of food, though you could hear a hint of restraint in him. “Any plans tonight?” Goddammit, he was so obvious.

“Nope,” you replied. “I mean, I have Erotic Detention II queued up downstairs, but that can wait. I want to spend time with my best friend Steve Harrington.” You turned to face him with a wide, notably false smile. He swallowed hard, his cheeks an adorable if not annoying shade of pink. 

“Oh… that…” he trailed off in a very poor mimicry of nonchalance. “I, like, totally forgot you even had that. That’s… that’s crazy.”

“Steve, be honest… Do you want to talk to me about my lord and savior or something?”

“What? No!”

You turned to face him, sitting back on your heels with a curious expression. His fists awkwardly rubbed along his thighs— he could have either been wiping off pizza grease or clammy hands and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Gut instinct told you it was the latter. More than that, he was struggling to even meet your gaze. 

“I’m an idiot,” you said on an exhale. “You wanna watch it, don’t you?”

“No!” He said insistently. 

“So… you want to watch me watch it?” You asked, brows furrowed. 

He swore under his breath and you wanted to grab him by his shoulders and just shake until something that made sense popped out. “Look, Steve. Robin says they’re like… super cheesy and poorly acted and dumb. So let’s just rip off the proverbial band-aid together.”

His eyes went wide. Robin? You wanted to roll your eyes but he seemed like a frightened little rabbit who might spook at the first sudden move. 

“Fine, but the second things get weird, we’re turning it off and watching Saturday Night Live.”

You put your hands up in surrender. “Deal. We probably won’t even make it past the opening credits.” With an easy laugh, you grabbed the pizza and hurried down into the basement. 

You vaguely waved to the couch as you heard Steve join you, muttering something about getting comfy while you pulled the TV trays from the corner in front of the couch. Satisfied, you placed your pizza boxes on one and nodded for Steve to put the sodas on the other. 

Perfect. It’s like a fucked up version of thanksgiving.

“It’s pretty nice down here,” Steve mused, wandering around your basement while you grabbed a blanket from the old chest that used to be in your bedroom. “Why don’t we ever hang out here? It’s always Robin’s or Family Video.”

“My parents. They’re in that midlife phase where they’re obsessed with feeling young again. Makes having friends over pretty weird.”

With a contented sigh, you looked at your work and felt like you had done all the stalling possible. Steve settled into the couch, stretching out lengthwise so you’d have to squeeze to fit at all. But you’d cross that bridge later. There were more important matters to attend to.  

You settled on the ground in front of the TV set, daunted by the simple task of pressing a single button. Your mouth felt dry as you sat in front of the VHS player. The inside of your lip felt raw from all the biting you had done since you made it downstairs. 

“You have to press play, by the way,” Steve piped up. How had he gone from a blushing, bumbling idiot to the smug asshole behind you? 

“Shut up, I know how a VHS player works,” you muttered. Your annoyance finally gave you the strength to press the stupid play button, which left you scrambling to the couch before the film began. 

After a brief MPAA title card warning you about the contents of the film, the worst jazz music you had ever heard filled the room. Erotic Detention II was plastered across the screen in a garish red script before the names of the actors scrolled across. 

Nothing too bad, you thought as you tucked your legs beneath you. I can definitely make it through this. 100%. And then the credits ended, and the onscreen fucking began just as abruptly. 

No story build-up, no introduction to the characters— just two very naked people fucking on a squeaky desk while more horrible jazz music played. 

“Huh.” You cocked your head and furrowed your brows at the sight. 

“Huh? Huh, what? What are you ‘huh’-ing about?” Steve asked quickly. 

“Huh, like is that really what people look like when they’re having sex? It’s so… I don’t know.” Embarrassing? Weird? The awkwardly lit, overacted passion on screen made you want to make a renewed vow of celibacy. “Like… look at the tan line on his ass. I’ve never thought about the guys I sleep with having tan lines on their asses before.”

He huffed, affronted. “I’m not looking at his ass.”

“It’s basically all they're showing,” you replied with a scoff. Your eyes went wide at a graphic shot of the literal penetration happening, your lips turning into a frown. “I stand corrected.”

You weren’t exactly sure who was getting off on videos like this. Maybe it was the novelty and risk of watching, or maybe some people enjoyed watching sex even with the weird camera angles and fake moans. There had to be a better way to do it, but you weren’t sure what it was. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Steve was totally glued to the sight before him. His dark eyes were wide— glossy and reflecting the screen a bit. His mouth was slightly ajar, lips wet from his tongue darting out to swipe across them. Did he like it? Were you just watching it wrong?

The realization hit you suddenly— you needed to get out of your head if you were going to actually gain something from watching it. You tried to forget that Steve was there, tried to forget about the shitty jazz music and that it was an elaborate film production at all. You were simply a voyeur peering in on something illicit and sexy. In a totally consensual and normal way, of course. 

There was something about the way that the woman on the screen arched and gasped with each thrust, the hunger in her eyes when the man leaned down to kiss her. Teeth dug into your bottom lip as you sat up a little straighter. 

And the way they talked was unlike anything you’d ever heard. All your hookups had been quick in the back of cars or weren’t worth making any noise about at all. The carnality and hunger that they spoke with made desire burn in the pit of your belly. 

You felt yourself slipping in the way you shifted in your seat, the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep swallowing or licking your lips to feel comfortable. It was like you had never truly been awake within yourself before, and your body was springing to life, little by little. You were annoyingly conscious of the feeling of your tits beneath your cotton T-Shirt, the way it rubbed against your nipples. And you regretted the decision to forgo actual pants and just wear some of the boxers you got to sleep in. 

Everything within you was desperate to break the tension with some snide comment about the bad lighting or make fun of the guy’s ass tan lines again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Despite your greatest efforts (which, really, weren’t that great at all), you were really fucking turned on. 

Onscreen they switched positions, or acts, or whatever. You couldn’t think well enough to really describe what they were doing. But she was on her knees with a dick in her mouth, eyes wide and tongue out. You wanted to fucking whimper. 

Holy shit, you thought. I’m watching this with Steve.

It was that moment that you glanced over, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, but must’ve only been five minutes. His cheeks were a pretty pink, and he was so wired-in to whatever was happening on screen that he didn’t even notice you watching him. But you were, and he was doing his best, you had to give him that. 

It didn’t feel very friend-like to notice that Steve was visibly hard. Your entire face, ears, and neck went flaming hot like you’d been suddenly thrust under a heat lamp. His hands were firmly splayed out on his thighs, unmoving, though the occasional twitch in his fingers said he really fucking wanted to move them. 

And holy fuck, you wanted him to move them too. 

You looked away quickly, partly knowing you should end whatever this was then and there. But you liked it. Maybe that made you a deviant sex freak degenerate or whatever Steve had said (and based on the looks of him, he was the same fucking thing), but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

If there was some sort of manual for this, you would have been frantically flipping through pages to the one titled, “how to politely tell your best friend that they’re allowed to get themselves off while you sit beside them, and that you kind of want to do the same, and it’s totally normal and friends can do that because it isn’t weird unless you’re touching right?”

You wanted a lobotomy. Maybe you could use your Nana’s old knitting needles that were sitting in the corner. 

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed and you didn’t even notice. Frankly, you didn’t even think they were in detention anymore, and you weren’t sure how they had managed to squeeze in that plot point while you were debating telling Steve that he could totally jerk off if he wanted to. 

“This isn’t right,” the girl onscreen gasped while her onscreen partner kneeled between her thighs. They were in library stacks, apparently. Definitely not detention. “We shouldn’t.”

But they did. 

“Steve?” You said, your voice sounding strange in your own ears. He made a weak noise in response, something between a hum and a whimper. Jesus Christ. “This is… I mean you can… if you want.” Not how you wanted that to come out. “I mean, if we don’t touch each other nothing will be weird.”

He swallowed and you glanced over at him, looking over at you for the first time since the movie started. His pretty brown eyes were dark and hungry, his cheeks flushed and his mouth so pretty. “Mhmm. Totally. It wouldn’t be weird if we don’t touch.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s okay.” 

The dam broke totally then. Anything that might’ve been holding you back was now utterly and totally washed out by how ridiculously horny you were. 

A contented sigh escaped your lips as you let your fingers slip past the waistband of your boxers, too pent up to tease. You were soaking wet, coating your fingers as you let them circle your entrance before replacing them on your clit. Soft circles weren’t good enough. You wanted to fuck yourself into sweet, blissful oblivion. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, throwing your head back. Half of you wanted to forget Steve was there so you could really focus on yourself, but the other was completely honed in on his presence. 

The softest of noises were slipping past his lips, his hand rubbing along his hard-on through his jeans. It was cute, the way his hips shifted and thrust into his own touch. God, he was cute. 

“You don’t have to do it like that,” you said quickly before you had a chance to regret it. “You should get to feel good. Really good. I won’t mind.”

“Yeah?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he gave a gratified sigh. “Fuck, yeah, okay.” He sat up quickly, tearing his polo over his head and tossing it over the back of the couch. At your confused expression, he gave a sheepish smile. “I don’t like making messes.”

Oh. You swallowed hard. “Okay.” 

You shouldn’t have kept watching, really. It was all rapidly devolving past things friends do, which, if you were being honest, had probably started the moment Steve walked in the front door. 

His fingers were fumbling with desperation as he popped the button of his jeans, quick to tug down his zipper and offer himself a bit of respite from how ridiculously tight his pants were. He practically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some actual relief, desperate and needy. 

Onscreen, the girl gripped onto shelves to ground herself as her partner feasted between her thighs. His eyes wide, peering up at her from where he was latched onto her pussy, her thighs dimpled beneath his fingers from his tight grip. 

It was hard to do much of anything with your shorts still on— making any sort of below the belt touching awkward. You couldn’t exactly make yourself cum with limited mobility. Fuck it. You lifted your hips off the couch just enough to tug the boxers down your legs, kicking them off to the side. 

In your mind, Steve was both present and completely irrelevant, which was horribly contradictory. Sort of like a Schrodinger’s Steve situation where if you wanted him there you were totally cognizant, while also having his presence melt into nothingness when you weren’t focused on him. You needed it to be like that for you to retain your sanity and keep from having a total meltdown.

But then he made a soft, needy sound in the back of his throat, and oh boy was he on the forefront of your mind. You glanced over and his gaze was on you— on the desperate movement of your hand between your thighs, on your parted lips and heaving chest. 

Both of you should’ve turned away, but you wanted to watch him, you wanted him to watch you. You moved your free hand to your lips, pushing two fingers into your mouth, and he moaned. You felt like you’d seen heaven. When you moved those fingers between your legs and pushed them inside of yourself, he looked totally wrecked. 

As you curled your fingers and grazed delicious spots within yourself, you were struck with the sudden fear that you would cum too fast and reality would come crashing down around you. There was nothing you could do anymore, no way to squeeze the toothpaste back into the proverbial tube. 

Might as well make it count. “I wanna see you,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze with lidded eyes. “Please?”

He nodded quickly. “Yeah, okay.” You wanted to kiss him on his stupid, cute mouth. If this was the effect that pornography had on people, you weren’t surprised why so many politicians wanted to ban it. It was turning you into some sort of hormonal monster. And you weren’t even upset.

The sight of Steve with his dick in his hand felt like a religious experience— the sort of thing that makes you want to change the trajectory of your life forever. The self-imposed no-touching rule felt sacrilegious, and you had never hated your own words more in your life. 

“You’re so pretty, Stevie.” The words slipped past your lips like a prayer. The moan he gave in response was all the answer you needed. “And so big. Wanna feel you.”

You weren’t super coherent at that point— any filter you had was gone, and all of the words that you kept under lock and key on any given day came spilling out.

His blush deepened. You felt like you were on fire all over, practically riding your own fingers as your finish neared. The movie was forgotten at that point. You had both turned towards each other, letting your eyes rake over one another’s bodies. 

It felt like a rubber band had snapped when you finally came— all tension leaving your body as your fingers worked you through your finish. Your head fell back against the cushion, eyes fluttering closed as utterly delicious waves of pleasure washed over you. 

You were partially aware of Steve then, the moans falling from his lips, the comforting feeling of his presence near you. You didn’t open your eyes until your breathing had returned to normal, suddenly overcome with bashfulness as you tugged your shirt down and chewed on your lip. 

An arm had been thrown over his eyes, his chest heaving and glistening in the dim basement light. Ropes of cum cooled on his belly, his cock still twitching with aftershocks. 

The movie felt horribly graphic, with the loud, overdramatic moans and the weird music. You stood up on legs that felt like jelly and made your way to the TV, which you quickly powered off. 

Your shorts were a little ways away from the couch, so you slipped those back on too, hyper-aware of Steve’s gaze locked on you. 

“What?” You asked, raising a brow as you hopped back onto the couch. He was making quick work of trying to be presentable, mopping up his tummy with his shirt, quickly buttoning his pants. 

“Hm?” He asked, looking quickly at you, then away. “Nothing. Just, uh, great movie.”

“So good,” you lied. “Five stars.” 

“Do you, uh, want to wash that shirt now?” You asked, trying not to sound as awkward as you felt. “You can borrow one of mine while you wait.”

“Yeah,” he replied quickly. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.” 

“Washer’s over there.” You gestured vaguely towards the back wall. “And there’s a small bathroom if you wanna clean up more. I’ll, uh, go grab you a shirt.”

Escaping to your room had never felt so good. You were quick to shut the door behind you and pull your phone into your closet, the springy cord sandwiched between the frame and the closet door.

The number you dialed was muscle memory, and you were eternally grateful when they picked up after only one ring. 

“Hello?” Fuck. Parents were the last thing you wanted right now.

“Hey, is Robin home?” You asked, trying to sound casual. “Tell her it’s a friend emergency.” The adult on the other line grumbled, and you heard muffled commotion and movement as the phone was passed to someone else. 

“Jesus, it’s late for a friend emergency,” Robin mused into the line. “Everything okay?”

You sighed deeply and cupped your hand around the phone. “I fucked up,” you said quietly. “Steve came by and—“

“You and Steve?” She asked quickly. “Shut up. Did you guys like… do it? Wait! Don’t tell me that, but I also really wanna know.”

You shook your head quickly before realizing that she couldn’t see. “No! We didn’t touch each other or anything, I just feel like we’ve kind of crossed a big line that we’ll never come back from.”

She sighed on the other end. “That’s pretty vague. And confusing.” You were about to vaguely go over a little bit of what happened when you heard Steve call your name from the basement. 

“Shit. I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow, I think.” Before she could say anything, you hung up the phone and grabbed the first shirt you found on the way out of your closet. 

Steve stood at the foot of the stairs, a can of Coke in one hand and a box of detergent in the other. “I can’t figure out the washing machine,” he explained. 

“I’ve got it,” you replied, trading him the clean shirt for the detergent. “Just go turn on Saturday Night Live or something.”

“Right,” he replied, sounding a little more than dejected. He sprawled out on the couch and powered the TV on, which immediately made shitty porn blare over the speakers. He scrambled to the floor, hurrying to turn off the VCR and put it back on cable. You both laughed forcefully before returning to your respective tasks. 

You started the wash and returned to the couch hesitantly, settling on the very far end opposite of him. The cushion between you could’ve been miles— at least, that’s what it felt like. 

“I like this new guy,” Steve piped up, gesturing at the screen. “Robert Downey whatever.” You didn’t feel like saying that this season’s cast wasn’t your favorite, so you just mindlessly nodded. 

The awkwardness was killing you. You wanted to just word vomit everything you were feeling, but it was so much easier to just sit in silence. Halfway through the episode, though, he reached out for you, nodding to his outstretched arm. “C’mere, dork,” he teased with a hopeful smile. 

You felt yourself relax at his offhand term of endearment, despite how weird you felt about what you had done. But was it weird? You were both so into it that you couldn't bring yourself to regret it at all. You scooched across the mile-long cushion and settled against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re one of my best friends, right?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Mhmm…” you trailed off, turning to look up at him. 

“But that was pretty hot.”

“Really hot,” you agreed with a smug smile. “You’re like… pretty well endowed actually. I never would’ve guessed.”

He furrowed his brows, mouthing never would have guessed with a confused expression. “Thank you?”

“I mean it,” you said insistently. “Like you come off as a guy who’s all talk, but, wow, you are not.” 

“Alright, alright!” He said with a sheepish laugh. “No more talking like that or I’ll get turned on again.” You raised a brow, trying to fight a grin. Gonna tuck that away for later. 

It got quiet again as you turned your attention back towards the TV, where you both laughed at the occasional good joke or rolled your eyes at the frequent bad ones. Steve's hand was warm against your skin as he absentmindedly traced shapes along your arm. "Can I admit something?" He asked suddenly. 

"I don't think there's a lot you can't do around me anymore," you replied with a laugh. 

He exhaled nervously. "I totally watch tons of porn all the time," he said quickly. "Like, I sneak movies like that out of the back room practically every shift."

Your eyes went wide as you sat up, shoving him playfully. "You fucking pervert! I knew there was something weird going on with you and the porn! You're, like, addicted or something, like they talk about on the news." You sat back down against his side, feeling victorious for catching him on it. But... you paused, furrowing your brows. "So... why were you so weird about me watching it?"

"I wasn't being weird," he said defensively. "I just... didn't think you were going to go through with it. Whatever, my secret is off my chest, and now you know. Do not tell Robin." You mimed zipping your lips and snuggled closer.

He was definitely being weird about it before, but you weren't going to push him. You were pretty sure you knew why.

———

You woke up drooling on Steve’s shoulder, blinking lazily at the sight of morning news playing on the screen. Steve was warm beneath you, burning like a furnace. You sighed, wiping your mouth on the back of your hands.

“Steve?” You said, voice croaky with sleep. 

“Mmm…” he didn’t bother opening his eyes. His hair was messy with sleep, falling into his face.

“Didn’t you have work today?” 

He stood suddenly, the shirt he’d borrowed from your closet riding up to expose his stomach. “Shit! Shit. I’m due in…” he trailed off, glancing at the cat-shaped clock on the wall. “20 minutes. And we’re about a 15-minute drive. Keith is going to murder me.”

“Uniform?” You asked, frantically cleaning up the pizza boxes and empty cans. 

He nodded, scrambling aimlessly. “Vest’s in the car, and uhhh… shit.” He frowned over at you from the washing machine, holding up his very wet polo. “Fell asleep before I dried my shirt so I’m stuck with—“ he peered down to look at the shirt you’d given him. “'Hawkins High Theatre Troupe '85.”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you're wearing my clothes, Stevie,” you teased, throwing him his keys. “Spare toothbrush in my bathroom. You know where my room is.”

“Thank you,” he said quickly, crossing the room to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll see you later, alright?” 

You wrinkled your nose and pushed him away teasingly. “Alright, big guy, get going.” He made it halfway up the stairs before he stopped suddenly and came back down. “Almost forgot.” He popped out the VHS tape and held it up victoriously. You rolled your eyes as he ran upstairs. 

A few minutes later, you heard the telltale sounds of the front door slamming, his car radio blaring, and his tires squealing away. 

What a weird week.

———

Sundays were the worst, but Robin was genuinely looking forward to Steve walking through the doors after her strange call with you the night prior. She spun around on the chair behind the counter, twirling a pen between her fingers, sighing heavily as she looked at the clock. 

Fifteen minutes after his shift was supposed to start, Steve practically burst through the door, looking frazzled and panicked. And… holding a porno in his left hand. 

“Hey, dingus,” she greeted. “Nice of you to join us today.”

“Robin,” he gasped, leaning across the counter, a dopey smile on his lips. “I think I’m in love.”

[duckprintspress]

You find a store that has the most YOU aesthetic you've ever imagined, like, you'd happily buy anything in the entire place. They have stickers, bags, cups, shirts, pins, key chains, so many different categories of Thing In A Style You Adore. AND. The owner says everything costs the same amount, and you can afford it! BUT! You can only get ONE THING. OH NO WHAT DO?

There are so many more than 11 categories of THING, so if you vote others, tell us what your OTHER is in the tags or comments! <3

(and before anyone asks, I left "book" off on purpose, cause this is about aesthetic/looks, so like, that doesn't really apply to books...)

[cybercrayons]

shop is open!!

https://store.martypcsr.com/category/art-by-robin-springexalt

after awhile it's finally open again! I have charms prints and a standee! a lot of the art ive been posting can be found there!!<3

i have vocaloid, love love, project sekai and genshin! even some other things like madoka!

[lidatan]

I've got into Aruani recently, and they're sooooooooo gooood, the best ship, and I was curious, do you have anything AruAni merch related? Like zine, keychains, stickers, postcards? If no, from what artist would you like to have some? (if you see this question on others blog, it's just me asking my favourite bloggers)

Thank you for asked, anon, welcome fellow Aruani fan~ I'm so glad, and yes, they're the best ship ever 🥹🧡💛🫶

I have some recommendations.

1. Wanderlust : this project is a non profit travel zine sorrounding Armin and Annie's bond as they travel the world together, unfortunately it's already in production, but you can still buy the digital version.

Here's the link :

Twitter:

Tumblr:

@aruanizine

2. Sir, It's Time : this is an anthology focuses on ambassador Aruani. This project is a kind of collaboration between Japanese and overseas artists and writers, so it's available in 2 languages, Japanese and English.

The pre-order period Nov 15th-21st, you can check it here:

Twitter:

Book details:

Sample and link to order (please look the description)

3. I once bought Aruani fanmerch from this artist, and it was looks sooo good, she opened some leftovers aot fanmerch, I hope the Aruani one not sold out yet

4. Official merch :

- This one is a cute merch Armin hugging a pillow and there are Annie and female titan dolls on it, there are several variation merchs: keychain, pin button and standee, you can check it here:

- Cute merch Armin and Annie blushing in the confession scene :

- This is the best official Aruani merch, this one is a t-shirt, the front view illustration shows the scene where Armin conveys his feelings to Annie, you can check the details here:

- If you already have nendoroid Armin, please meet him with nendoroid Annie, so he won't be lonely and they cannot be separated:

- This is Sanrio merch in collaboration with aot, these are really cute and they have lots of variation merchs :

The deadline for pre order official merch maybe that some have already over and sold out, as an alternative way you can search on sites like https://jp.mercari.com/, Rakuten.co.jp, Toranoana, Amazon jp.

Hope you don't mind if I added list merch other than the category merch you asked, and for official merch, yeah they rarely make couple merch, they always make merch per character 🥲

There maybe some merch that I missed, feel free to add some if you know artist or official collaboration related to Aruani merch.

Hope that helps you, anon!

[motherserieszine]

✰ INTEREST CHECK RESULTS ✰

The MOTHER Series Zine Team Presents: Issue No. 1 of MOTHER POWER!

Thank you all for the amazing feedback on our project! Check our thread for a detailed text breakdown of the results. ↓↓

Q1. How would you like to participate? Consumer: 108 (~52%) Writer: 27 (~13%) Page Artist: 158 (~76%) Merch Artist: 85 (~41%) Based on these results, we are looking to recruit a spread of 35 Artists / 6 Merch Artists / 5 Writers! There may be more or less depending on applicant pitches.

Q2. Which MOTHER game(s) would you like to see featured in the Zine's content? Select all that apply. MOTHER: 161 (77%) EARTHBOUND: 187 (~90%) MOTHER 3: 189 (~90%) EARTHBOUND 64: 100 (~48%) Based on these results, we will have sections for all three of the main MOTHER games, and we have also decided to include a section for EB64!

Q3. Would you like crossover content with other Nintendo franchises (e.g. Super Smash Bros) to be included in the Zine? MOTHER Only: 61 (~29%) Some Crossover Content: 19 (~9%) Crossovers Within MOTHER: 129 (~62%) Based on this, we will include a section for crossovers within the MOTHER series!

Q4. What kinds of merch would you be interested in purchasing or designing? Sticker Sheets: 171 (~82%) Acrylic Charms: 147 (~70%) Pin Badges: 118 (~57%) Postcards/Prints: 114 (~55%) Stationery: 80 (~38%) Digital Merch: 78 (~37%) Standees: 55 (~26%) Based on this, pitches with the top merchandise categories will be of great interest to us during applications. We hope to include stickers, pins, a charm or two and prints with our full bundle!

Q5. What kind of characters and content are you most interested in seeing in the Zine? We received 139 responses for this question. A large majority of responses requested the main protagonists of the MOTHER series (with many responses for characters from all three of the main games), and there were many requests for character and family interactions! In addition, we received many requests to highlight the unique nature of these games by giving some of the side characters (Mr. Saturns, in particular, were requested a lot) and otherworldly locations some time in the limelight. Based on this, we will incorporate many pieces with the main cast into the Zine, focusing on interactions between them. We also want pieces which explore the MOTHER world and shine the spotlight on many of the wacky side characters and strange creatures that inhabit it!

Q6. Do you have a preference for Zine size? No Preference: 128 (~61%) Novel Size (6'' x 9''): 47 (~23%) Children's Book Size (7'' x 10''): 31 (~15%) Even Larger: 3 (~2%) Based on these results, the Zine will be the size of a novel (6'' x 9'').

Q7. The Zine does not have a set theme yet. Which of these themes would interest you? Select all that apply. No Theme: 153 (~73%) Scrapbook: 88 (~42%) Cinema: 72 (~34%) Color: 68 (~33%) Seasons: 41 (~20%) Based on these results, the Zine will not have a particular theme, but the Zine's page design will have a scrapbook-like aesthetic.

Q8. How much would you be willing to pay for a physical copy of the Zine, excluding shipping? 10 to 15 USD: 29 (~14%) 15 to 20 USD: 116 (~56%) 20 to 30 USD: 48 (~23%) 30 to 40 USD: 16 (~8%) We will attempt to price the zine in the 15 to 20 USD range (excluding shipping) if possible. We are not looking to make a profit with this Zine, only to cover the cost of contributor and customer copies. Our main aim is to give back to the MOTHER fan community!

Q9. How much would you be willing to pay for a physical copy of the Zine plus merch (sticker sheets, charms, prints), excluding shipping? 15 to 20 USD: 16 (~8%) 20 to 30 USD: 58 (~28%) 30 to 40 USD: 85 (~41%) 40 to 50 USD: 50 (~24%) We are hoping to price the Zine plus merch at 35 USD, excluding shipping.

Q10. Are there any specific writers, artists or content creators you would like to see featured in this project? (This could include yourself!) We received 90 responses for this question. Based on your recommendations, the mod team has extended invitations to a small number of guest contributors. Should they choose to accept the invitation, we may be posting Contributor Spotlights for them in the coming days!

[wodogle]

Oink-tastic Fun: How to Throw the Ultimate Pig Party Theme

Are you ready to turn your next gathering into a snorting good time? Look no further than the whimsical world of a Pig Party Theme! Whether you're celebrating a birthday, a baby shower, or just want an excuse to get your friends together, this theme promises oink-tastic fun for everyone involved. From decorations to games, food, and more, let's dive into how you can throw the ultimate Pig Party that'll have everyone squealing with delight.

Setting the Scene: Decorations

The key to any memorable party is setting the scene, and with a Pig Party Theme, the possibilities are as vast as a pig's appetite! Start with pink, of course—it's the signature color. Deck out your space with pink balloons, streamers, and tablecloths. Add some cute piggy cutouts on the walls, or even go all out with life-sized piggy standees! For centerpieces, consider pig-themed flower arrangements or even mini pig figurines. Don't forget to scatter some straw or hay around for that farmyard charm.

Dress Code: Pink and Piggies

Encourage your guests to embrace the theme by dressing in their finest pink attire. From pig snout headbands to curly pink tails, the options are endless. You could even award prizes for the best-dressed piggy at the party! For those who prefer a subtler approach, a pink shirt or dress will do just fine. The goal is to create a sea of pink and piggies as far as the eye can see.

Snack Time: Piggy Treats

No party is complete without delicious snacks, and for a Pig Party, you can get especially creative with the treats. Start with classic pig-inspired snacks like pigs in a blanket (mini sausages wrapped in crescent roll dough) or bacon-wrapped appetizers. For something sweet, consider piggy-shaped cookies or cupcakes with pink frosting. Don't forget the "mud" (chocolate pudding) cups with gummy worms—sure to be a hit with kids and adults alike!

Oink-tastic Activities

Keep the party going with a lineup of pig-themed activities and games. Set up a "Pin the Tail on the Pig" station for some classic fun. Create a piggy piñata filled with goodies for the kids to enjoy. If you're feeling adventurous, host a piggy costume contest with categories like "Best Piggy Snort" or "Silliest Piggy Dance." For a more relaxed atmosphere, set up a piggy-themed movie corner with beloved classics like Babe or Charlotte's Web.

Piggy Party Favors

Send your guests home with a little piece of the Pig Party magic by preparing themed party favors. Fill small bags with pink candies, piggy stickers, and maybe even a tiny pig toy. Personalize each bag with a thank-you note for joining in on the oink-tastic celebration. It's a thoughtful gesture that ensures your guests will remember the fun they had long after the party ends.

Capture the Memories

Finally, don't forget to document the day's festivities with plenty of photos and videos. Set up a DIY photo booth with piggy props for silly snapshots. Create a hashtag for your Jungle Party Theme and encourage guests to share their pictures on social media. You'll not only have a blast in the moment but also have a treasure trove of memories to look back on fondly.

[colorcorp]

Effective Corporate Signage: Why It's Important, And What Are The Different Types

Introduction

In the dynamic and competitive business landscape of today, effective corporate signage plays a pivotal role in shaping a company's image, attracting customers, and establishing a strong brand presence. Whether you operate a small business or a large corporation, your signage is often the first impression potential customers have of your company. In this blog, we'll explore the importance of effective corporate signage and delve into the various types of corporate signage that can help you make a lasting impact on your audience.

The Importance of Effective Corporate Signage

Brand Visibility: Corporate signage is a powerful tool for enhancing brand visibility. A well-designed and strategically placed sign can capture the attention of passersby, making your brand more recognizable and memorable.

Credibility and Professionalism: High-quality corporate signage conveys a sense of credibility and professionalism. It signals to customers that you are a reputable and established business, which can lead to increased trust and patronage.

Location Identification: For physical storefronts, signage is essential for helping customers locate your business. Clear and attractive signage can guide people to your doorstep, increasing foot traffic and sales.

Marketing and Promotion: Signage is a cost-effective marketing tool. You can use signs to promote special offers, new products, or upcoming events, reaching a large audience without the ongoing costs of traditional advertising.

Differentiation: Effective corporate signage sets your business apart from competitors. A unique and eye-catching sign can make your establishment more memorable, potentially swaying customers to choose you over similar businesses.

Types of Corporate Signage

Exterior Building Signs: 

These are typically large signs mounted on the exterior of your building. They include channel letter signs, dimensional signs, and monument signs. Exterior signs are crucial for attracting attention from the street and creating a strong first impression.

Interior Signage: 

Interior signage is used inside your business location to provide information, guide customers, and reinforce your brand. This category includes wall graphics, floor decals, and wayfinding signs.

Vehicle Wraps: 

Turn your company vehicles into moving advertisements with vehicle wraps. These eye-catching graphics transform your fleet into mobile billboards, increasing brand visibility wherever you go.

Digital Signage: 

Digital signage incorporates LED or LCD displays to showcase dynamic content. These signs are highly customizable and can be updated easily to display promotional signage, event signage, news, or other relevant information signs.

Pylon Signs:

 Pylon signs are freestanding standee signs often found near highways or in shopping centres. They are particularly useful for businesses in high-traffic areas, as they can be seen from a distance.

Window Graphics: 

Window graphics can transform plain windows into effective advertising space. They can be used for branding, promotions, or providing information about your products and services.

Banners and Flags: 

Banners and flags are versatile and temporary signage options. They are great for special events, grand openings, or seasonal promotions.

Conclusion

Effective corporate signage is not just an accessory; it's a strategic investment in your business's success. It helps you stand out in a crowded marketplace, boosts brand recognition, and drives customer engagement. By understanding the importance of corporate signage and exploring the various types available, you can leverage this powerful marketing tool to achieve your business goals and create a lasting impression on your audience.

Colorcorp Pty Ltd

277 Toombul Rd, Northgate QLD 4013, Australia

+61 7 3853 2222

[acnh-external-harddrive]

TAGS::

💖 Category Type: path (laid on ground inside or outside), wall (applied to interior wall or simple panel), object name (cushion, stall, box, etc.), outfit, standee, umbrella

💖 Material Type: water, grass, dirt, brick (tiled, single tile, inlay and overlay), stone (distinctly cut stone), rock (natural style of rock), asphalt, cement, metal (grates, etc.), scattered (leaves, candy, papers, etc.), floral, wood

💖 Outfit Type: clothing (original outfit), cosplay (costume for existing character), mannequin (clothing is used to convey an effect, ie ghosts, etc.)

💖 Style Type: urban, cottagecore, fantasy, kidcore, scifi, fandom (+ fandom tag)

💖 Trinket Tag: paper, candy, leaf, jewelry, etc. Describes the item specifically in the design

💖 Pathing Qualities: single tile, multi tile (additional tags for 4 tile and 9 tile, since those are most common), transparent, tile overlay (meant to be applied to in-game path)

[shandian-go]

[PRE-ORDER] MDZS x Nan Man She - Forest Music Merch

Deadline: June 30, 2023 at 9:00 PM EST

How to order

If you have never joined one of my group orders before, please read the Guide + FAQ and register before signing up!

To order, please go to the Order Site, select the ‘Pre-Orders’ category and browse for the item you’d like to order.

[nichromepackagingmachine]

Seeding the Future with Nichrome

As far as seeds are concerned, there are two main categories: edible seeds and agricultural seeds. Edible seeds that we are all aware of and consume are gaining in popularity as food varieties. People around the world are starting to realise the health benefits of edible seeds such as sesame, pumpkin, cucumber, sunflower, flax, chia and many more! These seeds are full of fibre and phytonutrients and are generally consumed with salads, soups etc.

Agricultural seeds are part of another category that caters to farmers mainly in grains, cereals, fruits, vegetables and oil crops. With agriculture being the dominant occupation in South Asia, there is a demand for seeds in the market and bountiful opportunities for marketers. In the current market, grains represent the largest seed type in demand and account for more than 50 percent of the total seed production.

Seed Packaging Solutions from Nichrome

Nichrome’s offerings include a diverse range of automatic seed packaging machines. This range can pack other grains, pulses, sugar, whole spices etc. The Excel Plus series of grains & seeds packaging machines come with the latest technology and provide novel packaging solutions following stringent packaging quality standards for a variety of products.

Excel 400 Plus Cup Filler

The Excel 400 Plus Cup Filler can be considered a truly adaptable solution for the packaging of seeds and grains, in addition to snacks, powders and other granules. This machine can pack grains and seeds in large bags of up to 10 Kgs. It can pack in pouch formats such as CSPP, 4 Line Seal, Gusset, Penta Seal, Penta Seal with D Cut with a speed of 80 packs per minute.

Excel 400 Plus Intelligent Weigh Filler

This is another incredibly versatile solution designed to follow stringent quality standards. This is a rice packaging machine that can pack in large bags up to 10 Kgs. It packs in pouch formats such as CSPP, 4 Line Seal, Gusset, Penta Seal, Penta Seal with D cut at a bagger speed of 80 packs per minute.

Excel Vertipack 320

The Excel Vertipack 320 developed by Nichrome is India’s first vertical pouch packaging machine for seed packaging and related products like grains, dry fruits, snacks, pasta etc.

It can pack in pouch formats like Standee, CSPP, CSGP, TSS, Quad Seal, Penta Seal at a bagger speed of 45-55 packs per minute.

Sprint 250 Plus Intelligent Electronic Weigh Filler

The Sprint 250 Plus offers speed, accuracy and efficiency in seed packaging for pouch quantities up to 2 Kgs. It can also effectively carry out sugar packaging, rice packaging, tea packaging and other grains packaging.

It offers pouch formats like CSPP, Gusset at a bagger speed of 120 packs per minute.

Wing 200 E-line Snack Pack

The Wing 200 E-line from Nichrome is an exclusive seed packaging machine designed primarily for startups and SMEs - configured to fit into their space, budget and performance requirements. It is the right solution for packaging smaller, handy pouches of seeds for snacking.

It can pack in pouch formats such as CSPP, and CSPP Chain of pouches at a speed of 80 packs per minute.

HFFS Series

Nichrome’s range of offerings includes a series of Horizontal Form Fill Seal machines with the latest linear technology. These are designed to be compact automatic packaging machines that are available in duplex modules for greater outputs.

They can pack in pouch formats such as Stand-up, Stand-up with zipper, Spout, Euro-slot, handle etc at a bagger speed of 100 packs per minute (simplex) and 200 packs per minute (duplex).

Conclusion

Nichrome is renowned as a leading packaging machine manufacturer for a wide range of applications across the Food, Pharma and non-food industries. Nichrome has over four decades of experience and considerable expertise in the packaging industry. It offers a product range that delivers the most relevant and cost-effective automated packaging solution.

Whether your requirement is in Liquid packaging, solid packaging, viscous packaging; food, non-food or pharmaceutical products; whether you are looking to go for a Tea packaging machine, Sachet filling machine, Vertical Form Fill Seal Machines, Liquid packaging machines, Spice packaging machine, Coffee packaging machine, Automatic Sugar Filling Machine, Sugar packaging machine - whatever your demands may be, connect with Nichrome.

Nichrome believes in zealously working with customers to design the optimal packaging solution. With its incredible expertise, technology, R&D and manufacturing capabilities, Nichrome can even provide tailor-made solutions to configure the ideal integrated packaging solution for your business requirements.

Nichrome also provides training to customers’ staff and offers quick service and maintenance support. You can be sure of conveniently overcoming your packaging challenges with Nichrome as your packaging partner. Visit www.nichrome.com to learn more!

[nonasuch]

as you may know, reading tumblr posts about Dean Winchester is an experience surprisingly akin to auditing classes on gender performance and masculinity at a graduate level media studies program. at least if you read enough of them.

which unfortunately I have! and now I have some thoughts.

see, there are character archetypes that crop up over and over again, and particularly often in 90s and 00s genre TV shows. I am vastly oversimplifying, but let’s boil them down to the Three Main Kinds Of Dudes you are most likely to see in these shows.

Let’s start with the Guy Who’s Not Cool, And Knows It. he’s all over the place: he’s Xander on Buffy, and later Wesley. he’s Julian Bashir, Rodney McKay, Seth Cohen and (at least early on) Alec Hardison. he’s usually not the main character, but he’s up there in the main credits.

and he’s textually, overtly anxious about his masculinity. this is something that other characters comment on, and sometimes he admits to it himself. his long-term character arc is — at least in part — about resolving that anxiety, confronting it and growing past it over time.

(he’s also, often, a self-insert for the guys in the writer’s room. but we don’t have time to unpack all of that.)

our second category is a bit more of a grab bag, because in some ways it covers all the guys who don’t fit into categories 1 or 3. but, broadly, we can call him the Guy Who Doesn’t Need To Make A Big Deal Out Of It. he’s the guy who comes across as quietly secure in his masculinity, who has nothing to prove on that front and whose story doesn’t need to be about proving it. Sometimes he functions as a foil for the Anxious Guy, sometimes he’s just quietly ticking along in the parts of the story that aren’t about Proving anybody’s Manliness. He’s Giles and Oz and Gunn, Eliot Spencer, Ronon Dex, Benjamin Sisko.

and then there’s the Cool Guy.

the Cool Guy is a main character, or he has top billing in an ensemble cast. the Cool Guy is a walking, talking grab-bag of heroic mannerisms. He’s tough and strong and he doesn’t talk about his feelings. he’s a ladykiller. he’s a flirt. he has the popular imagination version of Captain Kirk’s personality, and the popular imagination version of Han Solo’s sex appeal. he kills bad guys and drops a witty one-liner afterwards. he can fly a plane, or a spaceship, or drive a cool car or ride a motorcycle. he walks away from explosions without flinching. he’s not doing this ironically. he’s not performing. he’s just Cool.

as written, he has the depth of a cardboard standee.

but he’s played by an actor who’s, you know, a real human person, and wants his character to have some kind of interiority. so this weird alchemy happens, over and over again.

here’s the thing about that grab-bag of Cool Guy traits and mannerisms: there are real men, in real life, who do most of those things. and most of them probably aren’t overcompensating for anything! but also? none of them have the whole grab-bag. They have, like, two at most.

no one does all of them unless they’re doing them on purpose — unless they’re putting on a performance. but the Cool Guy as written isn’t performing. and the actor playing him has to embody that impossible character while giving him some kind of depth.

So what happens? Dean Winchester. John Sheppard. All the Cool Guys who are meant, textually, to be Effortlessly Performing Masculinity... and subtextually read as desperately overcompensating for their queerness.

whoops!

and somehow tv writer’s rooms keep doing this! they think that if they just pile on more Cool Guy traits, they’ll make the performance convincing, when they’re actually just undermining him more and more.

(sometimes the Cool Guy isn’t even meant to be heroic! the writers of Smallville tried, as far as I can tell, to make Lex Luthor come across as a suave, worldly, sophisticated ladykiller. what they got was a man who makes way-too-intense eye contact with a buff farm boy while suggestively drinking fancy bottled water.)

(also I didn’t watch Teen Wolf but I am given to understand that Derek falls in this category? and Stiles is for sure an archetypical Anxious Guy.)

the thing about the Anxious Guy is that because his anxious masculinity is textual, it can be addressed and resolved in the text. Because the Cool Guy is not textually performing, not textually anxious, he just has to keep on being that guy without the text ever acknowledging that there’s anything weird about it. and all the while the subtext is screaming that this! man! is! trying! too! hard!

and we as viewers with eyes in our heads can see that tension, between what’s said and what’s shown, and tbh most of the time the simplest and most obvious way to resolve it is to say “ah. okay. that man is Not Straight.”

so that’s why Dean Winchesters keep happening. thank u for coming to my ted talk.

[coolnonsenseworld]

Tomorrow Evening (Sunday, 27th) there will be a small update for mmezzy.bigcartel.com (link in bio) !

In the "NEW" category you will be able to see everything that has changed - some things will make a come back (like tote bags, now with the samurai+ninja design), some will be available now AND on pre-order, some things will be sold discounted (like different pin grades and standees), and some will be new - like Voltron pin and the Klance magnets. Cuddler (#mezzycuddlers) won't be there, I just love him. Also buying now, you are helping me make cuddler plushies happen just FYI.

If you have any questions let me know

Hang tight 💗💕💓

[eisforeidolon]

Re RSJ, it's at 33:53 mark on his panel that Gayled_it uploded to YouTube. He himself admits it's unprofessional to say that and says it anyway. I guess you could say he was joking but given his recent actions (the podcast writer), I'm putting him in the 'leeches Jared needs to shake off' category. At best he's pandering to the Jared hating side in hopes they'll support him, knowing Jared fans will be told off even if they (rightfully) get mad at him like last time, which is still shitty.

Sorry, maybe I'm looking in the wrong place, but what con is this from? For the recent Vegas one I only see the panel with him and Rob and that's not it. It doesn't seem to be the most previous Dallas 2022 either, so I'm lost.  (Edit: Thanks @youmightbeanidiotif !  I don’t know why I couldn’t get the timestamp correct on the video earlier but it was clearly user error.  My opinion is the same after watching it, there’s not enough there there for me personally to see it as a genuine dig given the overall context.)

It's your prerogative to feel that way, anon. However, barring more definitive malignancy or a repeated pattern of behavior? I'm personally inclined to put it in the kicking cardboard category. These guys actually personally know each other and joke around all the time, including fake putdowns. The fact that some fans will take it as serious - like minions crying about Jared kicking down a Cas standee - should not be a primary consideration for anybody. The actors are not (and should not be, yikes) involved in fandom to the extent we are to know the details of every dumb imprecation and crazy meltdown. Even if they did, to walk on eggshells every time they mention each other because someone somewhere on the internet might freak out would be absurd and exhausting.

All of these guys have a certain number of stans who have become obsessed with seeking out the faintest hint of possible negative implications to be offended about and ~*protect*~ their fave from by writing off the source as evil. As if they know better than the actor themselves who they should associate with, despite not knowing any of these people - every one a potential enemy, just waiting for their chance to step out of line! Like a lot of other types of fandom overreaction, it can be kind of contagious. Because we're all over-invested, I think it gets easy to lose sight of where the line between 'I personally don't like this' and 'this is objectively terrible and I know better than my fave what should be done about it' lies.

When Jared himself has repeatedly joked about his tendency to goof off on set and prank directors he's friends with? When everybody, including Jared, keeps working with these shitty "fans" in official positions? Without more substance, assuming malice here just falls too far into bad faith for me personally.

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Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung X Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Modern Magic AU, Fluff Warning: Language WC: 4K+

A/N: @svtxsoju​ HAPPY HOLIDAYS BINU!!! I know it’s a bit late but here you got <333 I wub you sooooo much and I hope you have a happy new year!! Also this is the last of my simper council holiday gifts so once the new year starts i’ll go back to working on my actual requests!

“That’ll be $24.78” The rather small vile in your hand held no more than 8mm of the shiny silver liquid. It was strange, and almost looked like glittery dish soap if you had no clue what you were looking at. It wasn’t a surprise to you when your customer gasped, shocked at how much such a small amount cost. His open palm slammed down harshly on the counter that separated the two of you.

“That’s ridiculous! Vetra’s shop was selling this for $10!” At his words, you wrapped your fingers around the small vial and pulled it away from him. 

“Then go buy it at Vetra’s place, half the price for half the quality.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at the man’s attempt to have you lower your price. “Some of us actually put in the labor to make these potions, and I’ll be damned if I slaved over these vials just for some ass wipe to try and get me to dock my prices. So either buy this for $24, or get out of my shop.”

It might have seemed harsh, but you weren’t one to put up with bullshit. There were quite a few potion shops around town but very few actually made their own stock, many just buying it online and reselling it in a different container. Not you though, you put energy and so much magic into your work and you weren’t going to be haggled. At least not by some low rank vampire trash who thought he was better than everyone. 

The male bared his fangs towards you, causing you to roll your eyes. Your free hand subtly reaching down below your register and grabbing a small pure silver dagger, just to prepare for a fight just in case. Vampires were usually the ones who tried to start something, so it was left there as a precaution for yourself and your employees. 

The vampire growled, his eyes flickering over to a display of yours and you felt your heart sink. With a speed you could barely see the male had thrust his arm out, knocking the carefully put together display from the counter before he stormed out of the store.

“Get out of my way!”  You heard him shout, shoving past a customer who was trying to enter the building. 

You called out a small welcome as the door shut but didn’t bother to identify the new customer as you got to cleaning up. It wouldn’t be terrible but it was very annoying and exhausting. Placing your dagger back into its usual position before pulling your wand out of your back pocket. 

“Novis Tempus” You muttered, flicking your wand into the direction of the mess now covering the linoleum floor of your shop. You felt the magic slip from your core, travel through your fingertips, down the mahogany of your wand and seeping out from the purples and blue of the fluorite perched at the end of your wand.

Your spell slipped through the air, a small light pink aura circling the mess that had spilled. Slowly it began to change. The liquid from the spilled vials slithered back into the glass, the shattered vials stitching themselves back together, and the wood from the broken standee returning to its rightful positions. It took a few seconds but you always loved watching as it happened, and soon your display was once again perched on the countertop where it had previously been standing. 

Despite being a rather seasoned witch, the spell was advanced and took quite a bit of energy which left you rather exhausted. You were pretty grateful that your cover, a younger and much less experienced witch, named Christopher, would be arriving within the hour to take over so you could recoup the spent energy.

“Looks like I missed a party!” 

The familiar voice instantly brought a grin to your face, your eyes flickering over to be greeted by the bright shining face of your favorite customer.

“Soonyoung! I thought you weren’t gonna make it in today, you’re later than usual.” You replied, making your way over to where you kept your...commissioned items. It was rare for you to get werewolves in here, most of their species didn’t really try to tone down their transformations, they enjoyed letting out their beast once a month. Not to mention how dangerous, time consuming, and expensive making a wolfsbane potion was, which definitely made them...one of your more pricey items that you would only make if requested, so most werewolves couldn’t afford it even if they wanted to. (though if someone was really desperate and you had the time you’d probably give them the first one for free. You’re not completely heartless.)

The male jutted out his lower lip at his words being ignored, it was kind of ridiculous how adorable he was when he pouted like that. Maybe that was why you poked his buttons like that, or at least the buttons you were aware of. Despite his monthly visits, you hadn’t tried to meet him outside of work before. A shame really.

As you crouched down to the bottom shelf where you kept requests, you heard the male start up. His voice always brought a smile to your face, his mood must just be contagious. 

“I uhh missed my train?” Obviously a lie, but you weren’t going to point it out. After all, it wasn’t any of your business; he was just a customer. A very funny and endearing customer but a customer nonetheless. 

Pulling out the large circular bottle, complete with a wooden cork shoved into the neck. The light blue liquid swirled in the glass with an almost eerie glow. You doubted that you would ever get used to the aura that the wolfsbane potion gave off. Bottle in hand, you returned to your register where Soonyoung stood with a small almost nervous grin on his face. Placing the bottle down on the marble countertop, you slid it forward with a single finger.

“Well, you better head out then, before you miss your train home.” You joked, watching as the tension seemed to drift away from him. At least he seemed more comfortable now. “Same thing for next month? Doing another early payment?”

You watched Soonyoung grab the fragile bottle and slide it snuggly into the backpack he was carrying (you were honestly surprised it survived the trip home considering how you’d seen the young man run.) As he did so, he pulled out the familiar pale blue wallet that he kept inside. 

“As always! You already know my schedule so well!” He said happily, pulling out a bundle of cash and handing it over to you. “It’s on the 25th next month and I can come grab it on the 21st. Is that enough time?” 

His question caused you a brief pause, filing through a mental category of your stock. You were almost out of moonstone after the last potion so you’d need to restock and then powder that, but nothing extreme so you confirmed this with a nod and a finalization of his payment. 

“Well, I’ll see you next month then!” Considering this had been your routine for the past few months, you expected a small farewell before the bleach blond bounded from the store. So you pulled out your inventory book and began writing notes about his potion. Today was different though, as he lingered. You could feel his piercing eyes on you for a moment, just watching before he spoke up once more.

“I was...actually wondering if you were free anytime today?” You froze, your pen hovering over the parchment as your brain processed what had just been asked of you. Weighing the pros and cons of being honest with him, on one hand he was kind and you had just been thinking about what it would be like to actually befriend the male but on the other hand, this could have been a long game plan if he was some crazy killer. It was unfortunately, but you had to think of things like that, especially with the recent surge of missing persons cases. 

“No pressure! I know it’s super weird and suspicious that I’m asking buuut, you’re pretty cool and I’d actually like to get to know you! Not to be a creep, but like as a friend.” 

It was sweet, and the smile on his face was definitely inviting enough. So against your better judgement, you let out a small sigh.

“I get off at 5, think you can wait til then?” 

If his neutral face was bright, then his cheerful one was blinding. His grin stretched from ear to ear and you watched as he pumped a fist into the air out of excitement. It was honestly really sweet and made your heart flutter that he was that excited to spend time with you outside of work. 

“Yeah! I’ll hang around the district and come back when you’re off!” With that the male literally bounded out of your shop. As the door slammed shut behind him, silence surrounded you and couldn’t stop the joyful laughter from spilling from your lips.  

You helped out a few more customers before Chris arrived, but once he did you quickly got to work on preparing to leave. Doing things like going over inventory, and rearranging some things that customers had decided to touch, with just a bit more pep in your step than usual. Which Chris definitely noticed.

“Someone’s in a hurry. Usually I have to push you out the door, just so you’ll go home and rest.” You had known Chris for a few years and he of course had seen right through you. Because of this you saw no reason to defend yourself.

“Yeah, you know that Werewolf regular?”

“Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, him. Well, he asked if I wanted to hang out after work,” You explained, trying to keep casual about the whole ordeal despite how excited you were. Finalizing your inventory check, you slid your work book back under the counter and when you stood up once more, Chris was smirking in your direction, rather smugly in fact. “What?”

“I was wondering when this was going to happen. He’s always making eyes at you whenever he comes in. It’s right cute.” He teased, and you were grateful that no one else was in the store to hear this. Feeling a heat rush to your face, you rolled your eyes at the male.

“Come off it Chris, He does not.”

“He does! He’s always like this!” He exclaimed, before quickly adjusting his position to show an example. Leaning one elbow on the counter he placed his cheek in his palm and just began staring at you with a sweetly intent look. You hated to admit it, but you had caught Soonyoung staring like that...once or twice, but you weren’t going to tell Chris that.

“Maybe you need to go get those eyes checked out, cause you’re seeing things.” You declared, slipping past him into the break room that was hidden past the door behind the counter. You almost cheered in relief as you heard the familiar bell ring through the store, signaling a new customer entering. Which meant that Chris wouldn’t be able to follow after you and the embarrassment would be over.

That was...not the case when you heard Chris’ cheerful voice greet the customer.

“Soonyoung! Nice to see ya! It’s been a while, you usually come in when I’m off.” 

You mind blanked and you quickly got all of your belongings together, shoving your phone in your pocket before rushing out of the break room. Only to find Soonyoung and Chris laughing cheerfully as they spoke to one another. You almost let out a physical sigh of relief when you realized it was just a regular conversation and Chris hadn’t strayed the topic over to you. 

When Soonyoung saw you though, his eyes lit up like it was some sort of holiday even though he had just seen you about an hour ago. Honestly, nothing had probably even changed about your appearance since then and yet he still looked at you like you...radiant. 

“See ya later Chris, you have my number if anything happens. Don’t burn down the store!” The male in question quickly formed a mock salute that was almost as serious as a real one, if it weren’t for the intent purpose of making fun of you. 

“Aye aye, Parental unit!”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for Soonyoung to follow you and soon the two of you were gone. Off on an adventure that would be the first spark in a well lit fire.

***

When you left with Soonyoung, you were expecting the typical things that a guy does when he takes people out. What you got was...much different. 

He started off by taking you to get a bite to eat, you were pretty hungry after your shift and so you were pretty grateful for that. The place was pretty small, a little mom and pop shop run by some friends of his named Seungkwan and Seokmin. If you thought Soonyoung was funny, then him with his two friends was absolutely hysterical, especially when he would tell stories of their adventures and imitate his two friends. (Seungkwan was not happy about that later part). 

That’s when things took a turn.

Instead of a typical, let’s go see a movie, Soonyoung suggested a nearby gym area. Now it wasn’t really a ‘gym’, it was more of an entertainment location. It had things like rock climbings, a large number of trampolines, and even some feats of courage where you would try to jump from a singular platform to a large punching bag looking object while you were at least 20 feet off the ground (or at least that’s what it felt like once you were up there). 

Which is currently where you were, harness strapped snuggly around you and a helmet placed firmly on your head. Eyes staring out at the large gap between you and your target, your hands pressing firmly against the cold metal of the pillar that you had just climbed up.

“Going to be completely honest, Soonie! I don’t think I got this!” You called out to the male who stood below with the service tech. He was suited up quite similarly as he was preparing to go right after you, but had dared you to try it first since you’d never been here before.

“I thought you were a witch, don’t witches fly?” He called back, confusion lacing his voice. It did provide a small laugh from you. 

“Flying on a broomstick, and jumping crazy distances are two completely different things! I really don’t think I can do this!”

“Yes you can! Just scream Horanghae, it can take away all your fears!” He shouted back, earring him a rather confused look from you.

“Horanghae??”

“Horanghaaaaaae!” His voice almost tripled in volume as he confirmed the rather strange phrase, you probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it if he were like...a were-tiger, but he wasn’t. He was just full of surprises.

Taking a deep breath you heard him chant the phrase as you steeled yourself. With one last intake, you leaped forward with a loud scream of, what seemed to be, his favorite word. To your surprise, the distance was quite small once you were in the air and you latched onto the tube like a koala. Your was heavy and your heart was throbbing, but hearing Soonyoung go absolutely crazy below in excitement made it all worth it.

The two of you didn’t stay too much longer after that, going out into the now dark city. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten until you exited the building and were on your way to what Soonyoung was referring to as the ‘last bit’.

Now here you were, laying on your back in the middle of a park and staring up at the stars. Soonyoung was going on and on about the stars and these different constellations that his friend Wonwoo had shown him. It was...sweet, but you were only partially listening. You were conflicted, you really really liked him but...he was a customer. Wouldn’t it be weird to be crushing on a customer? Wouldn’t it? 

“And that one is my favorite because it looks like a tiger! Isn’t it cool?”

Your eyes drifted over to him as he stared up at the night sky with those bright cheerful eyes that seemed to envelop your whole being with joy. His pale blonde hair gently brushed against his forehead with every small gust of wind. The light in his brown eyes was enchanting to see, and his smile...well it was radiant. 

“Yeah...it’s beautiful.”

But you weren’t talking about the stars.

***

“And every time he’s around my heart is racing and It’s like all I can think about is him! Do you know how hard it is to help other customers when he comes into the store? It’s impossible.” It hadn’t been your intent to rant to Chris about Soonyoung, yet here you were. He had just asked if you were hanging out with the wolfman today and that sparked a 20 minute long tangent about the last 6 months that you had been spending with Soonyoung outside of work.

“You’re in love with him?”

“Chris you can’t just say the L word out loud!” You exclaimed, slapping a hand over Christopher’s mouth as if his words would call the male into the store. Chris rolled his eyes and peeled your hand off of his face before taking a grip on your shoulders. 

“Just confess to him, it’s not like he doesn’t feel the same way. I swear you could dump boiling hot soup on his lap and he would thank you just because it’s you.” Chris declared, which was absolutely ridiculous. No one would thank someone for pouring soup on them, that was a dumb analogy.

You shrugged off his hands, and propped yourself up on the countertop since there were no customers in the store. Crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a frustrated groan as your gaze lifted to the ceiling. 

“He’s still a customer, wouldn’t that be weird.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chris fixing you with a rather confused look. So you continued. “I mean, like what if he doesn’t like me and then it’s super awkward and he feels uncomfortable coming back into the shop? Not only would I just get to deal with a broken heart, but he could also like report us? Right? For like, being inappropriate?”

Chris snorted in disbelief at your ridiculous statement, so you turned your gaze to him and shot a glare in his direction. 

“He wouldn’t report you, dumbo. I’m telling you, just go for it. You might be pleasantly surprised with his response.”

Before you could retort, claiming that Chris was being way too optimistic for his own good, the doorbell rang and the two of you turned to greet the new customer.

“Soonyoung! What a surprise, we were just talking about you!” Your heart sunk at Chris’ words, and you shot him a dirty look, jamming your elbow harshly into his side. Which caused him to let out a loud yelp as you greeted Soonyoung. 

The male in question didn’t seem to notice anything was odd, and just beamed at the two of you as he sauntered up to the counter. The weight in your back pocket felt heavy as you watched him. It was a few days before his birthday and the two of you decided to hang out together since you wouldn’t be able to take the whole day off for his party (yes you were the boss, but it was just you and Chris and you weren’t gonna leave the poor guy alone all damn day. You weren’t heartless). He greeted Chris with a grin before turning his attention solely to you.

“Ready to head out?”

“Almost I’ve still got to fin-”

“Yup, they’re totally ready!” Chris exclaimed, shoving you towards the gap in the counter as he cut you off. “I’ve got everything under control here! Have fun kids!” Honestly it felt like he was your parent sending you off on your first date which made this all the more embarrassing. 

Soonyoung seemed to notice the conflicting words and a bright laugh left his lips, his eyes slipping shut as his smile grew with his laughter. It only took a moment for him to recover and then extend his hand towards you, and without even thinking about it you took the offered hand. You could practically feel Chris’s eyes boring into your skull, the smug look on his face saying ‘i told you so’, as the two of you left the store. 

You lead Soonyoung by the hand over to your car and he quickly climbed into the passenger side of the car. You followed much slower, pulling his gift out of your pocket before sliding into the drivers seat.

Not bothering to turn the car on yet, you turned to face him. The small black box held tightly in your hands, as if it were the only thing keeping you cemented in the moment. You almost wished you had taken one of those courage potions you sold, maybe you’d be less anxious right now, but you wanted this moment to be true to your feelings and the potion would have just muddled that up. Giving you a false sense of strength when you needed to find it on your own this time. 

“Happy Birthday Soonie.” You flashed him a small smile, passing over the tiny box. He gasped and took it from you quickly, pulling open the lid to reveal a necklace. The cord was made of leather, which would be smoother to wear than a metal chain, and a gem at the center. A piece of Tiger’s eye with a shiny golden wire wrapped intricate around the stone which kept it in place.

“It’s not much but that’s a Tiger’s eye. It wards off negative energy, dispels fears, and helps bring good luck. I mean, it had more uses than that, those are just some of them. I figured it’d be good for you since you said you were worried about starting that new job, and it’s also a tiger’s eye and I know you really like tigers, and i like you so obviously i remembered that about you. “ You continued to ramble on as Soonyoung pulled the necklace out of the box and stared at it as if you had just gifted him the most priceless gem in the world. Your heart ached as you watched him slip the cord over his neck and turn to face you. Your heart sputtered as his eyes met yours and you felt yourself practically melt in your seat when he took your hand once more.

“Was that a confession I heard? You really like me? Like...like like me?” All at once you realized what you had done, Chris would never let you hear the end of this. It was probably the worst confession in the history of confessions.

You tore your gaze away, your eyes firmly planting on the sight of his hand gripping yours. 

“I mean, yeah what’s not to like. You’re hilarious, sweet, and honestly really hot too. It’s almost ridiculous how perfect you are, and I jus-” You felt your words trail off as his free hand reached out and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at him once again. You almost completely combusted at the sight of his watching you as if you had hung the stars just for him.

“Would it be cheesy to say that cast a love spell on me.”

“Love spells are highly illegal.”

“Just let me be cheesy!” He pouted, but his eyes never lost that loving spark. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and you felt like time had completely come to a stand still. You knew what you wanted, and from what he said you were hopeful that he wanted the same thing.

“Soonyoung, will you...kiss me?” As soon as the question left your lips, he had taken them with his own. It was like something clicked into place as he kissed you, his lips pressing firmly against your own as his hand slid to gently grip the back of your neck. Everything was perfect, he was perfect. 

When the moment passed, he pulled away and let out a laugh.

“Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever.”

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