#what was the point of ‘for your modesty dude’

[fullyinconsequential]

Here’s a 3am Steddie rant I think every Steddie lover (and possibly hater) should hear. I have no goal to convert anyone—just to say that the ship did not actually “come from nothing.” Here’s why:

I don’t understand how there wasn’t Steddie foresight in the writer’s room.

So they play it up in season 3 like Steve just can’t get the girl and when he does she’s not the right girl and yada yada yada—cool beans. I love his character arc with Robin, their friendship, her queerness. I love their entire bathroom interaction.

Specifically: “It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school. Maybe cuz Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me, or I wouldn’t be prom king…. First of all, she’s hilarious. So funny. I feel like this summer I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time. And she’s smart—way smarter than me…. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”

Traits Robin Also Has that Eddie Shares:

Outcast

Band Kid

The Witty Banter

Eddie’s personality is VERY Robin. Not perfectly so, but maddeningly close.

Another point:

This is just the same person in different gender specific fonts, A.K.A. Steve’s “love interest” versus a guy who called him “big boy” completely unprompted and interrupted a tender moment between him and his “love interest” and complimented him for an entire scene while Steve wore his clothes.

So, really, one of them’s Steve’s love interest and the other is Nancy Wheeler /hj.

I write a lot, and as someone who both writes and consumes an abhorrent amount of media, whoever wrote this down, casted and costumed this way, and allowed for the interactions between Steve and Eddie to be as nuanced as they were (EX: the scene in which Eddie steps forward like he has more to say to Steve before he goes off and kills himself) had to have known what was going to happen. There is simply no way of not seeing it.

And if they didn’t want people shipping Steddie at the scale which they do, here’s what went wrong:

First: defaulting to Steve wanting his ex back is just plain shitty writing. It means you don’t know where to go with the character anymore, and since you’re certain he’s done all the growing he can do, he’s just gonna double back to the conflict he was in in the FIRST SEASON.

Are you serious right now, bro?

Steve’s arc as a character has been absolutely heartwarming to watch. If anything, he’d have been better off given the “I need to figure out how to be happy on my own” narrative. Throwing him back at Nancy is a cop out, a big one.

Second: Eddie. Throwing Eddie in the mix was absolutely a WILD decision, because he looks like Nancy, he banters like Robin, and GENDER IS NO LONGER A PLAUSIBLE REASON FOR AN AUDIENCE TO DENY CHEMISTRY, OR EXPLAIN IT AWAY. Not in the year of our lord 2023, no sir. Not unless you’re going to explicitly state in some way to an audience that these characters are DEFINITIVELY STRAIGHT. And with Eddie, they went as far off that course as possible.

The outcast stuff. The D&D stuff. The hatred of the system. The mysteriously living with his uncle and not his parents. THE HANKERCHIEF IN HIS BACK POCKET.

So essentially, this is what they did:

They took a beloved character, flubbed over his character arc because they weren’t sure what to do with it.

Then, they created a SECOND beloved character, made him likable, lovable, even, and relatable. Then they gave him half and half personality and looks of Steve’s last two love interests. Then they gave us scenes of them together where they showed chemistry, genuineness, and playfulness.

Then they EXPECTED that we as an audience had enough heteronormativity left as a society to say—oh, those two guys aren’t flirting with each other even a little bit because they’re two guys and obviously that doesn’t happen.

WHEN IN THE SAME SEASON WE WATCHED WILL AND ROBIN GO GAY PANIC AND DESPAIR LIKE?????

Pick a side pick a side, are your characters fucking gay or is your audience fucking blind?

Point being, I have some friends IRL who don’t really get this. They think Steve and Eddie hardly interacted enough for there to be romance at all, but I think it’s less about how much they interacted and more about the (unintentional) set up they were given by the writers.

Steve’s a truly beloved character and I don’t know on ST fan that wants to see him just end up back with Nancy Wheeler like his entire character arc was just to “get the girl” and “have six kids.” Which he already has by the way.

Anyway, that’s just my two cents. I’m not advocating for anyone to ship them, I’m just saying it’s honestly a perfectly logical conclusion to make, especially if you CARE about Steve as a character, you know? We want him to be with someone genuine, someone who challenges him to be better, to be different than he was. Nancy couldn’t handle doing that. Robin could, but they’re platonic af.

So why wouldn’t it be Eddie?

Rest in peace, by the way. You would’ve loved this text post.

[celestie0]

gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]

luxury & lingerie. a retail au

“𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.”

ᰔ pairing. retail au - rolex salesman gojo x victoria's secret associate reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo is the rolex watch shop's pretty boy & you're the victoria's secret lingerie store's new hire that works across from him. let's just say he's determined to get inside your pants.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, porn with plot (seriously that's all it is), smut, casual sex, possibly comedic, lots of terrible flirting, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, gojo's got a daddy kink that you really have no interest in entertaining, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, blowjobs, oral sex, praise kink, some degradation, sort of cum play, banter, suguru & choso are in it too (the hot-boy sales trio)

ᰔ word count. 6.5k

a/n. hellooo this started with this concept idea i had of hot retail worker gojo who just wants to flirt with you instead of actually do his job lmfao. this was seriously just a stream of my consciousness. hope you enjoy! and thanks to everyone that wanted to be on taglist for this. creds to @quinnyundertow for the sephora lipstick idea.

The sound of Suguru’s voice was the last thing going through Gojo’s mind right now.

“Anyways, I put the car in reverse, she’s on aux. I’m thinking, she’s gotta have good taste, right? She’s the one that suggested the Maneskin concert in the first place. But you know what she starts playing? Country music. Fucking country music. And I’m not necessarily opposed to a good— dude, are you even listening?”

Choso leans over the polished display case of the mens’ latest Rolex models, staring at the two idiots in front of him. “No, he’s not. He’s been ogling the tits on that mannequin over there for the past five minutes.”

Gojo finally blinks out of his trance, irritated. “I’m not staring at the mannequin, I’m staring at—”

You. New hire. Over at the Victoria’s Secret that was across from his turf at the mall. You were standing on your tiptoes on a mini ladder, wobbling a little, reaching up for a mannequin at the display window to switch out the corny yellow sleeping mask on its face for one that was a more sleek, satin blue. 

The fabric of your uniform slid up slightly, skin of your midriff exposed, and he has to suck a breath in through his teeth.

“I called dibs on that a week ago,” Suguru says from where he stood, lazily leaning on the counter.

“No fucking way. I’ve got dibs.”

“Dibs? Really? I work with a bunch of prepubescents,” Choso groans, tipping his head back to stare up at fluorescent mall lighting.

Suguru’s voice sounds like he’s lax at the jaw. “Is anyone gonna tell her that’s the ladder they use to prop the door open, and not the one to flash Satoru’s horny ass while changing out a mannequin?” 

“I’ll be the one to tell her,” Gojo says.

At the display window, you slowly peel the panties off of the mannequin without a thought in the world to use the store’s modesty curtain, and Gojo, Suguru & Choso are all staring. And probably every other man within the store’s radius.

“Holy fuck,” Gojo says, strained.

“Holy fuck, indeed,” Suguru marvels.

“She’s clueless,” Choso sighs.

“You can have the mannequin, I get the girl,” Suguru offers, something just to get under Gojo’s skin.

“Shut up. I’m going over there.” He stands up onto his feet from the leather client chair he had been sprawled across up until this point of his shift.

“Can’t wait for you to royally fuck this up,” Choso muses with a smirk, arms crossing at his chest.

Gojo grumbles something under his breath when he hears Suguru’s coo of agreement, and then he’s making his way across to the Victoria’s Secret entrance. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his black dress shirt, as if he expects the sight of the skin at his collarbone to have you seduced like a victorian man seeing a lady’s ankle for the first time.

He makes it through the welcoming glass doors that lead into the sultry & dark ambience that you would expect of a lingerie store, and he rounds to the right, stopping a few feet away from you.

You were combing through a rack now, lips pursed in concentration until he clears his throat.

Glancing over, your shoulders tense and you pull your retail headset earpiece down, leaving it hanging by the wire that was clipped to the neckline of your shirt. His eyes flicker to the nametag pinned above the curve of your breast. You look at him with wide eyes. “Oh, hi sir. How can I help you?”

“Oh, no, I’m not a customer,” Gojo quickly corrects you, although he liked the sound of sir from your lips, “I work over there.” He points with a jerk of his chin towards the obnoxiously gaudy exterior of the Rolex watch store facing the two of you.

You blink at him. “Ah, I see.”

“You new here?” Gojo asks, taking a step forward and resting his elbow up on the metal bar of the rack just to get more into your space. “Haven’t seen you around.”

The corner of your lip turns up slightly at his words. “Why? Do you keep a roster?”

“I—no, not really,” he responds, already a little speechless, “wait, a roster of what?” He’d say he does if it’s a roster of pretty girls he’s been fantasizing about tit-fucking all day long, with you being at the top—no, the only one—on that list.

You shrug a little. It’s kind of meek and cute. “Of new hires?”

He breathes in deep. “Yes. Yes, I do. I just like to make sure the newbies feel welcome around here. Y’know, taken care of.” 

You smile, turn to face him and relax your posture. “Oh. That’s sweet. Yeah, I feel pretty welcome here, thanks.”

“That’s good.”

“I mean, everyone’s been really nice to me so far.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and I really like the break room on this floor. The last place I worked at didn’t have a toaster oven.”

“No way.”

“I wish the clock-in machine was easier to use though…”

“For sure.”

You glance at him suspiciously in the middle of your rant. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Cause you’re real pretty, angel.”

Your brow raises, the keys hooked to the loop of your jeans jingling as you place a curled hand to your hip. “Angel? Really? Cause of— cause of Victoria’s Secret angels?”

Gojo’s stiff, his elbow still resting on the cool metal pole, and he glances up at the ceiling before looking back down at you. “Uhh…sure? Yes.”

“That’s not very original.”

“Man, you’re really making me work hard for this. Unfortunately, that only makes me want you more.” He leans down closer to you, to catch the scent on your skin, and he can’t tell if you’re amused or annoyed from the way your cheeks round as you narrow your eyes at him.

“This is you working hard for it? You haven’t even told me your name yet, watch boy.”

He sees your fingers wrap around the cold metal bar of the rack, and he tries hard not to picture them wrapped around something else, but to no avail. You jut your hip out to bump him, pushing him out of your way, before you start rolling the rack down the store.

He trails behind you. “My name. It’s Satoru. But to you, I can be dadd-”

You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him with a scowl, but he was too distracted by the shape of your backside to be reflexive enough to stop himself in time, and he ends up crashing right into you. The momentum has you falling back with a gasp, tripping over the foot of the rack, and his arm flies around your waist to keep you upright, and then pressed up against him too just for good measure.

His face is just inches away from yours. “Shit. Sorry.”

Your arms are squished between his chest and yours, pinky tickling the skin at his collarbone, and the contact has him reeling. “I-It’s fine,” you say, lashes fluttering, “now let go of me, before I file a harassment complaint.”

He instantly retreats, releasing you, watching you stumble a bit before gaining your balance again. “God, no, please,” he sighs, “I really need this job.”

“You don’t act like it,” you mumble. You fix your hair in front of him and tuck the fabric of your shirt that came loose back into your jeans. He doesn’t have to touch your cheeks to know they feel hot, he can tell from the purse of your lips and the way you won’t make eye contact with him. 

The voices of a couple women are heard from down the aisle, as well as the plastic clinking of hangers on racks as they peruse the sheer bralettes dangling in color-coded fashion. Gojo sees you struggling to pull the rack you were working with away to the side to let them through, and he comes up behind you, gripping the metal bar to do it for you. He catches the fragrance of your hair at the crown of your head, and he inhales slowly.

The women walk by, throwing a few curious glances at the two of you, and Gojo doesn’t move from where he’s holding onto the rack and has his arm pressed against yours, his only lifeline to find some reason to touch you right now.

You start pushing the rack forward again, and he continues to follow you, keeping a more respectful following distance this time. He’s distracted by the pair of crotchless panties hung over your shoulder. He picks them up by the string. “Who the fuck actually wears these?” he asks, dangling them in front of his face and turning them around in the air to inspect it.

Your eyes are set forward for your destination. “Middle-aged women that are desperate to seduce their husbands before those men ride the high of buying a $100k watch by fucking a twenty-something-year-old instead.” You snatch the pair from his hand. “I’m rooting for those women. The men at your Rolex store? Not so much.” 

He’s on your heel until you round to a smaller section of the store, wheeling the rack over to a corner near the collection of lace panties sprinkled across cubbies under dim purple lighting. He glances over his shoulder and takes note that this area’s tucked away from the eyesights of the cash registers and storefront. 

He hears you sigh, then say “Why are you following me?”

He meanders closer to you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks. “Because…y’know, like I said, I wanna make the new hire feel settled in.”

“I literally feel so very unsettled by you right now,” you say to him with a wry expression as you start sorting through lace underwear, referencing some chart in your hand to get it right.

He walks up to you and peers over your shoulder at the illustration, and notices the way you stiffen a bit but also lean back into him. “Huh…so the cheeky panties go in the left top & bottom cubes. And they’re the ones with medium coverage and…” he squints his eyes at the chart, dim lighting doing him no favors, “and they have an alarming fit.”

You scoff through your nose. “It says alluring fit. Can you read?” 

“I— shut up. Yes I can read.”

You twirl around to face him, a hint of an amused smile to your lips. His eyes widen a bit at the sight of it, until he registers it’s a cheeky one, like those panties.

“Watch boy is illiterate. Must be why you still work in retail.”

“Yes, keep being mean to me, new hire. It’s hot,” he groans, hands still in his pockets as he leans towards you. You don’t shy away, just keep on looking up at him in this little corner he has you in, a twinkle in your pupils now that he wasn’t seeing earlier. 

He’s surprised when your finger hooks the fabric in between two of the buttons on his shirt. You play with the material, pinching it, but never tug on it. “What’s a grown ass man like yourself doing still working for commission at a mall?” 

“Okay, ouch, a little too mean,” he backtracks, watching your tongue briefly swipe across your lip, “let’s be a bit nicer.”

Now you’re tugging on the fabric, hooked finger pulling him closer to you until his hands have to fly out of his pockets and his palms press against the wall, caging you into it. “Illiterate and can’t take a dig. Pick a struggle,” you say to him with a sweet look up.

He’s getting the sense that you’re into him too. He grabs hold of your waist, thumbs rubbing your torso over the fabric of your uniform just to get a feel. “Well,” he starts, bringing your hips forward to his, pressing the erection he was building against you, “this illiterate retail worker could fuck you real good if you’d just give him the chance.”

A small gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening and you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Fuck, he wants to kiss you. Wants to be the one biting your lip right now. Your hand grabs his forearm, over the veins strained from his grip on you, your nails sinking into the skin left exposed by his rolled up sleeve. “It’s…It’s real well, watch boy. You’d fuck me real well.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’ll fuck you real well,” he tells you, as his head tips towards your cheek, lips brushing against it. It was just a tease, so he pulls away but still looks down at you in closeness. There’s voices around the corner, but he doesn’t really care.

“You’re awfully forward,” you breathe out, and he almost goes insane at the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he can’t help but jerk his hips forward a bit. 

“Y’know what? Fuck it,” he grumbles, pulling the rack across behind him so he’s created a covered haven for the two of you against this wall, and then he kisses you.

There’s a yelp that he muffles from you as his lips move against yours, slow, because you're new to him and he wants to savor it. His hand finds the small of your back, spreads across it, pushing you to arch towards him, and his teeth catch your bottom lip when he feels your breasts press against him. You’re pliant, opening your mouth for him, and he takes up the offer to taste you. Soft & warm pressed up against him, a subtle sweetness on your tongue, and he only pulls away because you squeeze his shoulder hard.

You’re breathing fast, cheeks shy, a little cutely cross-eyed from his proximity when you look up at him. “I-…okay, I’m a little mad that you’re a good kisser.”

He hums, tip of his nose brushing against yours slightly and you grip the collar of his shirt to keep him close. “I’ll kiss you nice in a lot of other places too.”

It doesn’t really take much convincing after that.

“Oh…oh my god—,” you mewl, back against the mirror of one of this fine lingerie establishment’s fitting room stalls, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you raw with the aim to please.

“Shit, knew you’d be tight,” he groans, pressing a kiss to your jaw when you tip your head back in pleasure, throat loose with a moan, “pretty little new hire. Just had to break you in.”

“S-Satoru,” you moan through a breath, the sound of his name on your tongue having his cock twitch inside your walls, mixed with the pain of the grip you had on the hair at the back of his head. 

He has your shirt bunched up along with your bra, tits exposed for him. His head dips to pull a nipple through his teeth as he feeds you with a few slow, deep thrusts, and his eye catches the earpiece of your headset, still clipped to your shirt, bouncing around with every one of his movements inside you. “Really hope that thing’s off,” he mumbles against your skin, “but if it excites you to have it on, I—fuck, I wouldn’t really mind either way.”

Your hand flies to his bicep when he runs his thumb over your clit, legs wrapping around him even tighter. “More. Need more,” you say, head in a haze, and he really could’ve cum inside you right then and there but he holds out to enjoy some more time buried in the warm pleasure of your cunt.

“If you want something from me,” he grunts between thrusts, “you’re gonna have to beg me for it, love.”

“Fuck me harder,” you cry, eyes shut closed, and he almost feels sorry for you.

“That’s a demand,” he informs, pinching the flesh of your ass and enjoying the way you clench around him from the action, “I told you to beg.”

“Please, oh my god, please—,” you start, moving your hips against his now, and he hears the lewd sound of your flesh slapping more fervently against the mirror. “Please fuck me harder.”

“Good girl. Pretty girl,” he praises you, thumb finding your clit again as a reward, “see what you get for being so nice to me now.”

He bucks his hips harder, your arms wrapping around his neck in desperation, chin resting at the top of his head as his lips fall to your neck, and he kisses, nibbles, sucks, anything to get that sweet taste in his mouth while he draws stars over your sensitive bud, eliciting broken whimpers from you over and over again. 

“Gonna let me cum inside?” he asks, feeling his balls jump at just the thought of filling you up, his thighs feeling hot from the anticipation of you giving him the permission. “All that shit talk earlier about me being a dumb mall worker, but you’d still let me finish in you, right?” His hips stutter slightly, vision starting to blur, and he feels your walls flutter tightly too, “cause I bet it turns you on that you’re letting this dumb retail man fuck you senseless in a flimsy little fitting room right now, regardless.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re begging, the crack in your voice hoarse like you’re about to cry from the pleasure.

“Answer me,” he demands, retreating the thumb that was toying with your clit. He pulls one of your arms from where it was wrapped around his neck to pin your wrist to the mirror. “You want me to cum inside you or not?” 

Your hips press so harshly against his that he hardly has any leeway to thrust anymore, and it makes him hiss in protest, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to let up. “I want—mhh, I want you to cum inside me, please, please,” you plead, desperate, grinding your clit against the skin above his cock, above the place he was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, the sweet words processing in his head, and he loses all sense of control, motions eager and desperate, chasing after his high and his thumb is barely considerate enough to chase after yours too as it rubs relentlessly over your puffed up clit. You shiver against him, walls clenching around his cock impossibly tight, legs wrapping around his waist possibly even tighter, and he feels every nerve as you come undone around him. The gripping sensation your orgasm had on him has him faltering with harsh thrusts forward, and he holds your hips flush to his as the first spurt of his cum spills into you, followed by more with repetitive juts of his hips until he’s emptied himself entirely into you, and you’re just pumped full of him.

You swat at his chest, squirming as he leaks the last drop from the tip of his dick, and he can tell you’re overstimulated.

“Sorry,” he says through a short exhale, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, and he slowly pulls out of you, cock falling limp over his thigh, and he holds you until you find footing on the ground, albeit a bit wobbly. 

“Oh no,” you mewl, clenching your thighs together when you feel his cum starting to drip out, and he quickly bends down to hook your panties up back into place. You give him a pointed look. 

“What? The easiest clean-up is not letting it out,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him so he gets to feel the plushness of your bare breasts against him and he kisses the top of your head. “You’re real good, new hire. Or whatever the fucking proper way to say it is.”

He can tell you’re rolling your eyes even though your face is buried in his chest.

“You’re a dumbass,” you say, sounding muffled.

—

Gojo spends about 90% of his shifts meandering across the shimmering tile floors of the mall to the Victoria’s Secret, and only spends about 10% of them actually being a watch salesman. His boss was starting to get real fuckin’ fed up with him, threatening to fire him yesterday for the two-hour lunch break he took because he was eating you out in a storage closet, but he really couldn’t be bothered to care. He was an addict, and he needed to get his fix. Not before annoying the shit out of you, though.

“Alright, daddy’s home. Let’s get to it. I’m on my lunch break,” he says, walking right up to you in the middle of your shift while you’re folding slip dresses onto a display table, his hand reaching for your waist but you retreat from him.

“For that, get the fuck away from me.”

He sighs. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all day long. Do you purposefully walk your gorgeous self across the front of the store that many times just to tease the hell out of me? I’m suffering.”

“I walk across the storefront because I’m doing my job,” you mumble to him.

“No, I swear, you do it to—”

“Sweets,” one of your coworkers calls out to you from the other end of the store, the one with a pink buzzcut that acts kinda scary. “Is that man bothering you?” she asks through a smack of her gum, “want me to call security?”

“Yes.”

“What—”

After a couple of minutes of vindicating himself to mall security that he is not a threat to public safety, which you watch in amusement with no help at all, he’s shortly back at your side in a different section of the store to annoy you.

“When are you gonna wear one of these for me?” he asks, holding up a pair of jaguar-print panties. 

“Never,” you say to him, scanning the tags on the underwear in a box of new arrivals, “those are ugly.”

“Okay, how about these,” he says, pulling a pair out of the box. “They’re see-through. I like that.”

“No,” you say, snatching it out of his hand.

“Oh c’mon,” he groans, doing a quick glance over his shoulder to check if the coast is clear before taking a step forward, pulling you to him by a finger hooked through the belt hoop of your jeans. “I’ll buy them for you. Ring me up.”

You look up at him, hand placed on his chest but you weren’t pushing him away just yet. “Really? You’re gonna buy me panties from the store I literally work at? At least have the decency to shoplift them for me.”

He has a smile on his face when he leans down closer to you, both hands now playing with the loops of your jeans. “Ohhh you’re into criminals. Will you tackle me to the ground if I do?”

“Yes, to arrest you. Not to fuck you.”

“Why not both?”

“Satoru,” you chastise him when you hear footsteps around the corner, and now you’re pushing him away and clearing your throat before busying yourself with the box again as a few customers walk by. Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets, and then his eyes widen a bit when his knuckles hit something.

“Oh yeah,” he says, “I got you this.” He pulls out a small, shimmering black tube and holds it out to you with an up facing palm. 

You lean forward to glance at it. “Is that…lipstick?”

“Yeah,” he says, “the lady outside Sephora was giving out samples.”

You cross your arms at your chest. “The lady outside Sephora was giving out free samples of lipstick to you?”

“Can you just take it already? My arm’s starting to hurt.”

You swipe it from him and inspect it. Popping the cap open, you twist the cheap plastic adjuster so that the tip of the wax peaks out. It was a deep shade of red. “Did she try to talk to you?”

“Uhh, yeah. Something about how this new formula is smudge-proof or something. Was hoping we could test that out.”

You roll your eyes. “She probably wanted to test that out. With you.”

“What, are you jealous?” 

“Not really, no,” you say and hand the lipstick back to him. He looks at you puzzled. “Lipstick isn’t really for me, sorry.” 

“I literally saw you wear some the other day. That’s what gave me the idea,” he says, “of turning my dick into the shade of your lipstick.”

“Could you be any louder?” you hiss at him, glancing at a coworker who could’ve potentially been in earshot.

He shrugs and pinches the tube of lipstick between two of his fingers, holding it up between the two of you. “You sure you don’t wanna?”

Turns out you were not too opposed to the idea, but he had to earn it by making you cum a couple times in the janitor’s closet at the end of the floor. He likes having to earn the sight of you on your knees, it turned him on way more than he had expected.

“My jaw is so fucking sore,” he complains, opening and closing his mouth a few times to stretch it out, then runs a hand across his jawline. “You were a lot less sensitive today. Took way longer.”

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are,” you say, pulling the buckle of his belt loose, sitting back down onto your heels to get more comfortable while you undress him.

“Bullshit. Should’ve used that insult maybe the first or second time I gave you head. It’s too late now, after the filthy things you’ve said to me in your desperation to cum.”

He watches you flutter your lashes a few times, fingers stopping their movements, and you shift a little from where you were seated on the ground. You were aroused, but still committed to the attitude. “I don’t have to do this for you, you know.”

He shudders a little. “Wait, you seriously don’t want to? You don’t have to.”

You sigh. “You were supposed to demand me to do it anyways. Would’ve been hot.” You pull his belt loose and your thumb and index finger pinch the button open with ease. “You don’t wanna fuck me, though?”

“Of course I want to fuck you, I will always want to fuck you. But the last time we got rowdy in here, I almost killed you when I knocked the shelf over.” A chill runs down his spine. “Not taking any more chances.”

You giggle a little at the memory while zipping down the front, then your fingers dig into the fabric of both his slacks and his boxers, pulling them down until he’s sprung free, fully thick and hard, courtesy of the cute sounds you were making earlier while his tongue was playing with your clit.

“Are you not gonna put the lipstick on?” he asks.

“No.” You grab a hold of him mid-way, giving an experimental tug, and raise from your seated position onto your knees. 

“But—”

“I told you, lipstick isn’t my style,” you say, eyes flickering up to him when you kiss the tip. He sucks a breath in.

“Damn, okay. I was genuinely curious if it was smudge proof. The lady was really hyping it up,” he says and he sees your shoulders drop.

“Enough of the Sephora lady,” you mumble, pressing your lips against his tip again, but as less of a kiss.

There’s a sulk in your posture from where you look up at him on your knees. His heart does this weird thing where it aches a little, and he wants to get rid of the pout on your face with a few sweet words, but he settles for pushing the tip of his cock past your lips instead. Works all the same in the end. “Good girl,” he groans when you take him all the way to the back of your throat, and your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh as you let out a muffled moan.

“Fuck…” He pulls his hips back slightly, allowing you to adjust, but when you swallow and his tip feels the roll of those muscles, he’s pushing into your mouth again. “C-Can you take more?”

You try your best to give him a nod and you bob your head once, tongue swiping over the vein that was throbbing the proof of his need for you right now. 

“I’ll finish fast, baby,” he tells you, voice husky, fingers combing through your hair gently, “just take it how I want it, and I promise I’ll be quick, okay?”

You nod again, thumb rubbing the skin near his groin in reassurance. You squirm a little and press your thighs together when he grips your hair tighter now, encouraging your head to bob up and down on him, and you do as he wants. Your cheeks hollow out, sucking on him, and he swears he’s already close to cumming.

“Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he grunts under his breath, “good. Just—just like that. You’re so good. Pretty girl,” he juts his hips forward to see if you can take it, and you do, “on her knees for me.”

Your throat vibrates with a moan, and he sees you squirm even more. You take him all the way in, to a place deeper than the back of your throat, so well without a gag but there’s a prickle of tears in your eyes, and he rubs your cheek softly while he feels the sweat collect at his temple. “Oh fuck, I’m— shit, baby. I’m close.”

You drag your lips across his length, retreating with a thorough hollow to your cheeks, and release him with a pop and your tongue stuck out connecting a string of your spit to his tip. Your hand immediately starts to rub him up and down as you look up, and the soft panting leaving your lips and fanning across his cock has him swallowing hard. “S-Sorry, needed a break.”

“That’s okay,” he says, swiping at some of the saliva pooled at the corner of your lip. “Take your time.”

You kiss his tip in acknowledgment, then take him in again, this time both hands working at the base as you bob up and down, more free with your moans and the sensation of them reverberating in the canal of your throat makes him grip your hair with both hands, desperate.

“Yes—fuck, yes,” he grunts, head tipping back and hitting the door. “Real close. Your mouth feels so good, you’re driving me insane.”

You suck on him, hard, taking him in to his favorite place that’s at the back of your throat, and when your hand reaches out to play with his balls, paired with the sensation of fast exhales through your nose onto the skin of his groin, his eyes close shut and strained and he’s jerking his hips forward to spill his cum down your throat. “Fuuuuck. Oh my god.” He exhales, watching you swallow over and over again as he pumps into your mouth, then he slowly pulls out when he feels that he’s done.

You sit back down on your heels, hands now neatly folded on your lap, looking up at him and his thumb prods at your bottom lip for you to open your mouth. You do as he wants, tongue hanging out in the process, and he sighs in satisfaction when he sees you’ve swallowed it all. “Beautiful, baby. Come here.”

With a hand wrapped around your arm, he gets you up on your feet and kisses you. You hold onto the fabric of his shirt for purchase, and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. “Doing okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, tightening your grip on his shirt, “I liked it. Liked it when you said I was good.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “More than good, angel. You’re perfect.”

—

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. You look like you could use a break,” Gojo says to you in Victoria’s Secret on a random Saturday morning. He usually always works on Saturday, but he’s never seen you here on a Saturday before. Apparently you were picking up extra shifts since you were going on vacation next week, something about a wedding in Spain. But you’d worked six consecutive shifts in a row, and the exhaustion was starting to show.

“I don’t know…your store scares me,” you respond back to him. You were behind the register, and he was pretending to buy forty-two pairs of panties just to talk to you.

“It’s not scary. I just want to show you around,” he says, standing up straight from where he had been leaning over the counter.

You eventually give in, toying with your name badge as you make your way around the counter to him, eyeing the smile on his face before he leads you through the aisles and eventually across the mall to the Rolex watch store.

It wasn’t horribly busy for a weekend, but there were still a few clients around. Choso was helping out a regular, a man who has bought four $200k watches within the past two months, and Choso’s been biting his nails worried he’s going to have to play witness in a tax evasion court case should that client eventually get caught by the IRS for fraud one of these days.

Suguru comes around the corner the second he sees you walk through the polished glass doors, and Gojo’s already annoyed.

“Hey, it’s the new hire,” he greets you, stretching his hand out and you accept it in a shake. “I’m Suguru.”

“Not really new here anymore,” you say to him after introducing yourself, “been here for a couple months now.”

“Oh really? Time flies. Thanks for all the shows, by the way,” he jerks his head off to the Victoria’s Secret store, “I’ve enjoyed watching the 101 ways you can remove a bra on a mannequin. Might have to incorporate some of them into my personal life.”

Gojo scoffs. “Yeah right, like a woman would let you within a hundred feet of her bra.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow with a sleazy smirk on his face, before leaning closer to you. “Should we prove him wrong about that, darling?”

Gojo hates the way he sees you blink your lashes at him and blush, so he’s grabbing your hand and walking you across the store, away from Suguru. He circles you around to the back near one of the display counters. Ladies’ new Datejust models, pretty classy and feminine. He walks to behind the counter, with you staying on the other side, like you were a genuine sale.

“See anything you like?” he asks, resting his elbow on the glass and peering down through it.

You blink at him. “Uh…of Rolex watches?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm…” you press your index finger to your chin and glance at a few. “I like that one.” You point with that same finger and he follows the line with his eyes.

“Hm,” he says, using his key to unlock the case, then slides the opening to the side to gently pull the watch out. “Oystersteel and yellow gold, 18 karat. Wanna try it on?”

“Sure.”

He releases the safety clasp, pulling apart the band, and slides it through your hand down to your wrist, then fastens the clasp until he hears a click. You immediately raise your wrist up into the air, twisting it to assess, and there’s a sparkle in your eyes.

“How much is it?” you ask.

“Thirty.”

“Thirty-what?”

“Thirty-thousand.”

Your jaw drops. “Oh my god. Get this thing off of me.”

He laughs and his hands find the clasp at your wrist, unfastening it and you’re trembling a bit as you shake it off before he catches it in his palm. “Not my fault you literally chose one of the most expensive watches we have in this section.”

“This is insane. How do people afford any of these?” you ask, feet wandering and now you’re clearly curious as you inspect the cases.

“We have more affordable watches available for lingerie store workers,” he tells you, clicking his tongue to get your attention and you turn around then follow him to the other end of the counter. He points at the glass. “These are all under three-thousand.”

“Oh…” you peer at them with interest, and he watches you. His eyes fall to your wrist.

“Here,” he says, sliding the display case door open, and pulls out another watch, “I think you’d look nice in this.”

He shows it to you for a second before releasing the clasp and holding onto your hand to slide the watch through it. After fastening it, he looks up at your expression, and his heart’s beating a bit faster. You turn your wrist in the air to marvel at the watch, and he thinks your eyes look stunning from the way the shimmer of the watch reflects off of them.

“Wow,” you say.

“I knew you’d look good in anything rose gold,” he says, both elbows on the counter as he watches you, “this one’s only a couple thousand.”

You’re still a little speechless as you look at it, right index finger tracing the dial. He wants to buy it for you. He could, it’s not much of an issue, he’d just have to kiss goodbye to that used gaming PC he’s been eyeing on craigslist for the past couple of months, but something in his gut tells him it’d be worth it. Something in the soft look in your eyes right now tells him it’d be worth it.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“That it’s beautiful,” you say to him, swallowing and then extending your wrist out to him. “Sorry, wearing it for too long. Probably lost a few hundred bucks in value just from the two minutes it was on my wrist.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll buy it for you.”

Your mouth gapes. “W-What?”

“I mean—if you actually like it. Then, I don’t mind,” he says, suddenly a bit flustered.

“Satoru. That’s insane. This is a two-thousand dollar watch.”

He shrugs. “I know, but it looks good on you. I can’t shoplift this one for you, though. But I’ll buy it if you actually want it. And if you lie and say you don’t like it, just to be nice, I’ll read right through it. So be honest.”

“I…” you start, “I really can’t accept that.”

His eyes are level with yours, and something about your persistence in your refusal just makes him want to buy it for you even more. But he’s not gonna push it anymore. He’ll just try to work towards a day where you’ll accept it from him. Where it won’t even be a question to want to decorate you in something as pretty as you are.

“Alright. Then give it back, it’s probably only worth a couple hundred now.”

a/n. hope you enjoyed!! this was fun to write. it was supposed to be longer but i cut it short so maybe part two lol?? i also wanna write versions for choso & suguru in this au lol maybe like a multi in one verse kinda thing haha i like the idea of a hot watch salesman trio. thank you for reading 💕

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[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 6

The second one today. I'm trying to get through my backlog because I have almost twenty chapters that are finished and ready to be posted. And that isn't counting the fact that with my daily goal of 400 words a day, I'm definitely going to have more than that the longer it takes for me to post.

This here is my schedule for the next two weeks, but as I said, since I'm always writing, that "return to one chapter a day" on the 11th? That's probably a pipe dream. So I might end up adding a fourth day to my posting schedule so that I can at least put out a chapter a week for each of my WIPs.

We'll see.

For this chapter we have fun times at the Wheelers (heavy sarcasm), that talk and a cliffhanger? Yeah, a cliffhanger.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|

****

They had been traveling awhile when Eddie decided to get the lay of the land by getting higher.

Which was great in theory until he saw the vast expanse of...shit he didn’t even know how to describe it other than evil. And it stretched as far as he could see.

He turned around to get back down when Nancy called out.

“Don’t step on the vines!”

Eddie froze. “Uh what now?”

“They’re connected to the Upside Down,” she said with a huff.

Eddie looked to Steve to translate.

“They’re part of a hive mind,” Steve explained. “You step on a vine and basically you’re stepping on Vecna and basically everything else in this hell hole.”

“Shit!” Eddie hissed as he tried to come up with a way to get down without waking up the whole Upside Down to their presence.

“I was thinking that now would probably be a good time to get my guns,” Nancy murmured.

Eddie finally decided that fuck it, he was just going to by pass all the vines jump down.

He landed deftly on his feet and as he pulled up his jeans a little he said, “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns at your house? Guns as in plural?”

Robin pointed excitedly at her. “I know, isn’t she bad ass?”

“I have a Russian pistol,” Nancy said with a cock of her head, “and a revolver.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “You almost shot me with that one.”

Nancy smiled back and with a teasing lilt to her voice replied, “And you almost deserved it.”

TWAP!

Steve stepped back with the force of a denim vest being thrown in his face. He looked up at Eddie in shock.

“For your modesty, dude.”

Steve looked down at the vest in confusion. “Wha–”

Just then there was great big roar and the ground shook. Robin tumbled into Eddie and Steve barely managed to catch Nancy before elbowed him in the side.

Steve and Nancy were able to keep on their feet but Robin and Eddie fell to the ground.

Eddie looked at Robin and then back at where the noise came from.

“Guns are really starting to sound good right now,” Eddie muttered.

Robin looked back at him and nodded. “Oh yeah.”

Eddie was rubbing his shin as Robin’s heel had kicked it on her way down but his brain turned off when he saw Steve walk by as he pulled on Eddie’s vest.

Shit. He had miscalculated on that one. He hadn’t wanted Nancy Wheeler to ogle his soulmate but he didn’t take in the fact on how hot Steve would look wearing his battle vest. He only barely managed to help Robin to her feet before he was hoping forward to catch up with Steve.

His little lizard brain lighting up with, “Hot boy! Must follow hot boy now,” as his feet danced around the vines to be by Steve’s side.

And just maybe Steve wanted it too, because as Eddie fell in step next to him, Steve blushed and ducked his head.

Eddie grinned up at him as they made their way through the darken forest of the Upside Down.

****

Eddie kept looking over at Steve, who was looking like he had merely taken a tumble in gym instead of being eaten alive.

And yeah that was hot, it was also worrying as fuck. Eddie was starting to think that maybe Steve wasn’t a dick, the dude was just traumatized.

Robin and Nancy walked slower behind them to give them some privacy. Finding your soulmate in the middle of the end of the world, again, sucked.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for saving my ass back there,” Steve said, softly.

Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “You saved your own ass, man. What you did there was very Ozzy.”

“Who?” Steve asked, confused.

“Ozzy Osborn? Black Sabbath?” Eddie prompted. Steve’s confusion only deepened. “He bit the head off a bat on stage.”

“Wha?” Steve said, rearing his head back. “I don’t know you’re talking about.”

Eddie smiled faintly. “It’s okay. All I was saying that that was a very metal thing you did back there.”

“And metal is...good?” Steve asked, unsure.

Eddie chuckled. “Very.”

“Thanks,” Steve said, grateful the dirt and grim of the Upside Down hid his blush.

They walked on for a few moments in silence. “I was so jealous of you, by the way.”

Steve reared back his head. “Me? Why?”

“Dustin talks about you all the time, man,” Eddie said. “Like all the time. Never shuts up about you, in fact. The kid worships the ground you walk on. Called you a badass on more than one occasion.”

Steve scoffed. “Dustin thinks I’m badass?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie said thoughtfully. “I think I just couldn’t accept that Steve Harrington was a good dude, you know? Rich parents, popular, good with girls, not a douche? There was no way. It just flies in the face of life, the universe, and everything. Including my very own Munson doctrine.” He twisted the rings on his fingers nervously.

Steve reached out and gently took his hand.

Eddie took a deep breath and let out it slowly. “I’m still jealous because you’re the real deal. I’m learning that outside DnD, I’m no hero. I see danger and I turn and run. Or at least that’s what I discovered about myself this week.”

Steve squeezed his hand. “Hey, give yourself a break. There was nothing you could have done about Chrissy, okay?”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “The truth is that if those two ladies hadn’t dived in after you, I would still be up in that boat. I don’t know how you managed to get the loyalty of two of the smartest girls in school, especially with one of them being your ex, but holy shit dude. Nancy just dived in no hesitation.”

But before Steve could answer another rumble ripped through the Upside Down.

“Jesus!” Steve hissed as Eddie said, “Here we go again!”

They clutched each other as they struggled to remain on their feet. Steve looked up at Eddie and his breath stopped in his chest, tightening like a vice.

They were so close that Steve could taste their mingled breathes. He yearned to just lean forward and–

Robin tapped his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get to Nancy’s before another quake hits us.”

****

When they got to Nancy’s room, their hope for salvation turned to ash like the dust falling from the sky.

“What do you mean they don’t exist?” Eddie hissed.

Nancy looked like she was going to cry. “The Upside Down is stuck in 1983. Most likely the day Will vanished and I didn’t get my guns until after.”

Even Robin looked disappointed at not being about to see Nancy’s guns.

It truly seemed like all was lost when Steve suddenly stopped.

“Holy shit!” he cried. “Can you hear that?”

Nancy and Robin shared a glance.

“Hear what?” Nancy asked.

“Dustin!” Steve said happily. “I can hear Dustin! And Lucas! And Max!” He giggled.

“It’s like they in the walls!”

Eddie grimaced. The pain must be really getting to the guy if he was hallucin–

But then he could hear it too. Steve and Eddie shared a look and they turned, booking it for the door.

They thundered down the stairs and they noticed the golden light glittering around the chandler.

But now the girls could hear the kids too. It sounded like they were in trouble.

All four them were drawn to the light. It was warm and comforting. And god, Eddie couldn’t stop touching the light.

“It’s warm,” he muttered.

The other three reached up and touched the glittering glow. Steve and god, how Steve seemed to watch to reach out to him as well.

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy asked, trying to figure out how to communicate with the right side up.

Steve shook his head and even Robin wasn’t clueless.

Eddie licked his lips. “Um...does SOS count?”

Nancy nearly screamed at him, but let Eddie do his thing. They managed to communicate with Dustin, Erica, and Max, who had somehow gotten themselves under house arrest. Or whatever the hell the cops wanted to call keeping children against their will.

They managed to find a way to communicate with them through Holly’s LiteBrite. And so Dustin rambled at a million miles per hour about gates and murders and Vecna.

“Does anyone understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked.

Everyone shook their heads. So she simply sent back a single question mark.

“How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys trust me?” Dustin screamed.

Steve sighed. “Jesus Christ, this kid has to get his ego in check.”

Eddie leaned over so that he could talk to Steve around Nancy.

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie asked.

“Yes!” Steve agreed, happy that he had someone who understood what a menace Dustin was at the best of times.

Basically it boiled down to needing to get to the nearest gate. Eddie’s trailer.

“Which great and all,” Eddie huffed. “But let me tell you, Forest Hills is no easy walk from here.”

Nancy looked around at them like they were stupid. “The kids left their bikes here. There should be four of them in the garage.”

Steve rolled his eyes. But they all dutifully followed her out to the garage.

The bikes were tiny. God, are they minuscule. They all climbed onto the bikes and rode all the way to the trailer park.

And if Eddie hung back to watch Steve’s ass all the way there... fuck you, no he didn’t. The view didn’t hurt, though.

They made it his trailer and they laid down the bikes in front of it. Eddie began to shake. Frozen in fear. He couldn’t go back in there. They couldn’t make him.

They could find another ga–

Suddenly there was a warm hand on his shoulder. “I know you don’t want to go in there. But we need to get back to the Right Side Up, breathing the shit down here isn’t good for you.”

Eddie gulped, but nodded.

“I’ll be right beside you,” Steve continued softly. “If you need to, take my hand.”

Eddie instantly latched on to Steve’s hand as he led the group into the Upside Down version of Eddie’s home.

He stumbled a bit as he saw the great, big, red, pulsating...wound.

“Shit!” he whispered, a little awed and a lot scared. “That’s where she died. Like right where she died.”

Steve squeezed his hand gently. “I’m sorry, Eds. We just need to find a way to contact the kids and get us out of here, okay?”

Eddie looked around at his home and just wanted to cry. Nothing was where it was supposed to be and yet exactly where it was supposed to be. And that really fucked with his head.

Nancy looked up at the gate. “It’s too high. There’s no way we can get to it without help.”

Steve and Robin looked around trying to see it there was something that could be used to pry it open from below.

Eddie knew he should help them. He knew where things were kept. But he just couldn’t move. All he could do was stare up at that red wound in his ceiling pulsating with a sick twisted form of life.

Just then something poked through it and Eddie screamed. He didn’t mean to, but the sound had escaped his mouth before he even knew what it was.

What it was when Steve got him calmed down enough to actually see it, was a shovel.

It didn’t make him feel any better, until that curly little mop of hair stuck through the now decent sized hole in the ceiling.

“Henderson!” he cried in relief.

“There you are!” Dustin called back. “Do you think that you guys can work it open from your end while we work it open from our end?”

“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Dustin said. “Let’s get you guys out of there, okay?”

Between them, they were able to get the Gate open and a mattress set up to catch their fall.

“What are those stains?” Robin sneered.

Eddie looked up at them and licked his lips. “I, um... I don’t know what they are, honestly.”

Robin’s lip curled. “Gross.”

The truth was that Eddie really didn’t know. He had gotten it used a couple of years ago when his old mattress fell apart. They could have been there from its previous owner for all he knew.

“So who’s going up first?” Steve asked.

“Not you, pretty boy?” Eddie teased.

Steve blushed. “I want to make sure everyone else gets up there okay.”

Robin eyed the sheet rope and then said, “I’ll go.”

Steve nodded and watched carefully as Robin scaled the rope. She flipped around and landed on the mattress with a flomf!

Dustin helped her to her feet.

“That was quite fun actually.”

Back in the Upside Down, Eddie looked at Nancy and Steve, but neither one moved, so he shrugged. “I guess that means I’m next.”

This was Eddie’s least favorite part of gym, climbing rope ladders. He didn’t ever see the point. Though getting detention for pointing out it was part of the military industrial complex was one of his best days in that class, so...

Up he went. It wasn’t that he couldn’t climb the damn thing, he just loved ranting about having to.

“Okay, Nancy,” Steve said. “You’re next.”

But she didn’t answer. Steve turned to her but she was just standing there. He called out to her again.

“Nancy?”

Eddie’s head immediately popped back over the gate. “Shit!”

Steve shook her shoulders, but she remained immobile.

No, no, no, no...

Not Nancy!

****

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[zenkindoflove]

Elucien and Sarion Parallels

Ever since I finished HOFAS, I can't help but think of all the parallels between Elain x Lucien and Sathia x Tharion. It's definitely not a coincidence and it makes me have big high hopes for both ships in the future of their series. So I made a big list of all the ways their characters and situations are paralleling each other. HOFAS spoilers under the cut.

This is the most obvious parallel. Both Elucien and Sarion are strangers finding themselves in a romantic entanglement. Elucien's mating bond snaps as soon as they meet each other, effectively making them strangers who are soulmates. Sarion is a marriage of convenience trope, where before ever speaking to each other, they both agree to marry so that Sathia doesn't have to marry one of the Murder Twins. Both have to essentially get to know the other one under the circumstances of having a romantic bond between them.

Tropes Are Troping.

There are tons of similarities in the actual situations that Elucien and Sarion first meet. They are both in a throne room, standing in front of an evil Fae King who is putting Elain and Sathia in a very high-stakes, traumatizing, nonconsensual situation. Before Elain is turned Fae and before the mating bond snaps, Lucien protests what is happening to her, leading to his bondage. He breaks through the bonds once she is dumped onto the floor, running to her to cover her with his jacket to preserve her modesty and provide her with his protection. As the CC crew bargain for Sathia's freedom, which is going nowhere fast, Tharion offers himself to marry Sathia so that she doesn't have to be shackled to one of the Murder Twins forever. He's effectively, like Lucien, the only one who takes the extra step to protect her.

Meet Cute.

Given the trope that Elucien and Sarion are both in, both couples effectively belong to one another right from the start. Lucien and Elain are often referred to each other as mates and Lucien's internal thoughts claim her as his mate. "Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate". In Tharion's POV, he very quickly labels her as his wife and seems comfortable embracing that label for her. Literally, one of my favorite parts about these tropes is how these romantic and intimate labels now have such a distinct and powerful punch against the background of the tension behind the trope.

My Wife/My Mate

This section really deserves a bullet point list because omg, there are so many parallels in these two characters.

Lucien and Tharion

-Redheads

-Flirty rakes who like to "dally"

-Depicted as having lots of low-commitment sexual encounters before they meet their love interest.

-This part of their characters seems to be a defense mechanism to protect their hearts.

-As soon as they do find their love interest which is an instant high-commitment, they are both singularly focused on them and loyal. Feyre states Lucien no longer enjoys the company of females now that he's a "mated male" and we no longer see Tharion flirting with or hooking up with any other characters.

-They're both self-loathing, broody sad dudes who don't have high opinions of their worth. Lucien: "I am seventh son of the Autumn Court" And a whole lot of nothing. Tharion: Captain Whatever. More like Captain Worthless.

-Both jump around in their allegiances after finding themselves in abusive power struggles. For both characters currently in their respective series, they've jumped from court/queens several times, and essentially find themselves aimless and without homes, relying on the generosity of their friends to hopefully take them in and see their worth.

-Both have had someone they love tragically taken from them that greatly affects their motivations and self-loathing.

TBH there are probably a ton more but this is just what I'm thinking of on the fly.

Elain and Sathia are a shorter list but I think that is only because we know less about them than Lucien and Tharion respectively.

Elain and Sathia

-Both are a more traditional feminine archetype. They're described as beautiful, petite, with many characteristics associated with upholding tradition and fulfilling more stereotypical feminine roles.

-Both are shown to value marriage and seek it out from men with power and influence. Elain with Graysen and Sathia in the HOSAB bonus chapter when she asks about Cormac.

-Both fall madly in love with their first love. Sathia says her separation from Collin is her "Ordeal". Elain is shown to be horribly depressed and desperately runs to find Graysen the first opportunity she gets. As Sathia does once she sees Collin again.

-Both are described as having some "vapid" traits that makes people underestimate them. Elain's interests in gardening and cooking is dismissed. Sathia is described as a fairly stereotypical rich and prissy girl who Ruhn thinks only cares about her manicures and clothes.

-Speaking of that underestimation, we see at different points in their series that characters around them are often surprised when they reveal that they are actually quite intelligent, thoughtful, and brave.

-Both have a moment of "standing up" for their love interest. Elain's famous "His name is Lucien" line and Sathia standing up to the Viper Queen on behalf of Tharion when they meet her in the alley.

-There is of course a bit of a difference between them. Elain is described as being more timid. Ruhn refers to Sathia as "a predator". So they both take a bit different approaches to how they fit into their social groups.

Elucien and Sarion both enter into their romance trope with other love interests either in their pasts or currently that they're involved with. Lucien has Jesminda, who he still loves deeply and mourns her death. Elain has Graysen, who she is engaged to but her turning Fae puts a big wedge in their relationship. Sathia isn't with Collin but clearly still loves him. It's unclear how far their relationship ever got. Tharion is the only one who is emotionally "unattached" but he is very much still in the web of the River Queen's daughter and his 10-year long engagement of duress to her.

It's complicated.

In both cases, Tharion and Lucien are effectively unattached. Maybe it's complicated but they are more free and open to the bond they now have to this stranger. Elain and Sathia are not, however. Both Elain and Sathia show that they still have a deep commitment to their former loves and take similar actions by giving into their most romantic fantasies and running after their first loves to try and save the relationship. We know for Elain, that her seeking out Graysen was the nail in the coffin for them. With Sathia, her situation with Collin is left very open ended. But both are full of angst and both show that Elain and Sathia are very romantic at heart and commit deeply to the men that they love. Both Tharion and Lucien are shown to be very understanding and not possessive of Sathia and Elain. Lucien is not present for Elain seeing Graysen but he gives her space to work through her feelings and it's known he's met Graysen and doesn't think highly of him yet its implied he has left him alone. Tharion does not go after Sathia as soon as she leaves to find Collin and even hopes that should he die she'd be free to marry Collin if he can get away from the Viper Queen.

She is still in love with her ex.

Now we don't know how Elain or Sathia truly feel for Lucien and Tharion. We have neither of their POVs. We do however see Tharion and Lucien's POVs and at least based on actions alone, Lucien is clearly more interested in pursuing the mating bond than Elain is at the moment. When Sathia leaves to find Collin, Tharion spends a lot of time with her letter and its said he can't stop thinking about her as he makes his way to help Bryce with defeating the Asteri.

He falls first.

Lucien and Tharion both go to "rescue" their love interest. Lucien desperately wants to leave Spring to make sure that Elain is okay after her trauma in Hybern. He still doesn't trust the Night Court and has no idea what they're doing to her. He crosses Prythian with Feyre, going into Autumn Court where he knows they could kill him on the spot and where he experienced some of his worst traumas. But he braves it all just so he can see Elain once and make sure she's okay. He's fully aware she has a fiance and may not want anything to do with him. Tharion, after the Asteri are defeated, is seen in his last chapter of HOFAS returning back to the Meat Market where the Viper Queen holds a bounty on his head and essentially owned him as her slave. But he returns so he can make sure that Sathia is not in danger. Similar to Lucien, he's returning to the place of his trauma, risking it all with little expectations that Sathia will "choose him"

Damsels in distress.

Lucien is an emissary and he is well known for his social skills. Elain similarly has been described as being very charming and sociable, able to befriend servants or nobles. It's a common head canon amongst Eluciens that Elain and Lucien, once they start spending time together, will find themselves in a situation where they have to act as emissaries and Elain will impress Lucien with her natural skills. We see this scenario play out with Tharion and Sathia when they try to convince the River Queen to protect some of Crescent City's most vunerable members. Tharion is impressed at how skilled Sathia is when talking to the queen, able to charm and "speak her language" which is that of nobility and politeness.

Emissaries.

Prediction: I have a feeling that not only are both Elucien and Sarion end game, but I think their end game is going to be mirror images of where they started. Elucien started with a mating bond and I think they will fall in love and choose to marry each other. And the reverse, Sarion started with a marriage but I also think they will fall in love and the mating bond will snap between them. It would just be such a cute additional parallel to how SJM has set up their characters and story arcs.

[theseasasleep]

Story of Kunning Palace E03 (semi-live reaction)

So, it's our heroine's fate to always be crushed on by the spoiled Princess? LOL

There's no way a young woman who climbed all the way to Empress can avoid most of the path to that fate. In most of the webnovels of this type I've read, reaching that type of pinnacle means you have a fate with it, regardless of the ultimate outcome. The best Xue Ning can do is flip the script on circumstances while doing her best to skirt around the thornier aspects of future events.

1st Life: the Princess thinks back to her first encounter with Xue Ning with humiliation, embarrassment and rage

2nd Life: the Princess will think back on their first encounter with pride, happiness and warmth

So far so good. Although I totally get why she'd want to avoid tangling with a temperamental royal who she had a terrible experience with.

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I really like how this show is shot. Sometimes you never know with cdramas if you'll get a cheap or pedestrian directing style or a dramatic and/or compelling one.

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The show is still building its foundations and I'm just so eager to jump into the action!

*fight sequence starts 1 minute later* AND HERE WE GO!

Dude is more pissed off by the damaged qin strings than the assassination attempt! HA!

Xue Ning, as hostage: *minimize connections to minimize involvement* Mr. Hostage-taker, sir, I know Xie Wei only through the grapevine...

Xie Wei: MISS XUE NING, PLEASE DON'T SELL OUR CONNECTION SO SHORT! YOUR FATHER AND I ARE GREAT FRIENDS! IN FACT, YOU ARE MY LIFE SAVIOR!

Xue Ning:

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Take me instead.

Mmm. Something about the silky oomph with which he said that line combined with his expression... Okay, okay, Zhang Ling He. It took three episodes but you got me: the character of Xie Wei is now officially attractive to me. All he had to do was low key deliver a line that just vibrates with high key threat.

Man, what era are my hormones in? Between finding my mojo over one ML threatening to tear an offensive man's tongue out and fixing my posture when this one is nothing but velvet menace, I need a name for it. I need to know. Should I be worried? Scared? Aroused?

oh. oh. he's so sexy... okay, now you're just showing off; put the murderous sexiness away

Not this man calling her out, leaving her neither a fissure to hide in or a crumb for modesty!

I... I can't wait until he's incandescently in love with her because I just know, I just know it will be so magnificent I won't know what to do with myself.

Girl, while you are absolutely right to defend your current relationship with Yan Lin and right to say it is a flirtation that is undeserving of such rude scrutiny... you (and us) know that man speaks no lies. You are trifling with Yan Lin and you would have done him plenty of harm without the benefit of literal 20/20 hindsight.

That being said, I see @dangermousie point: kicking off a relationship trying to gin up, stoke and maintain fear in the other party is an excellent way to receive future comeuppance in the form of watching the woman you desperately love side-eye you as she lavishes protection and support on her other suitors.

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I like Yan Lin. Not too sorry to say that. Hopefully Life No. 2 keeps him off the rapist track.

It's nice seeing Xue Ning enjoying festivities. The impression I have of her first life self is that while she reveled in being "wild", she likely didn't really allow herself to enjoy being young and with friends, too busy being hungry.

Dear. God. That seamless transition from earnest Yan Lin in Life No. 2 waxing poetic about his first impressions of Xue Ning to embittered Yan Lin in Life No. 1 waxing poetic about his first impressions of Xue Ning with the exact. same. words. Add to it the implied threat of sexual violence in LIfe No. 1!!!

Chills.

*gagging* Did I say I like Yan Lin? Show, it's going to be hard for me to keep that opinion if you keep flashing back to that.

Me during the Life No. 2 Ning x Yan kiss scene:

I want no part of it.

All right, dude, are you telling me you raped her because she plain text told you she planned to marry someone who could help her achieve her goals?! She didn't sell you out to the devil... Or refuse to shelter either you or wounded family members... but because when you were at your lowest, like the bitch she admittedly is... was..., she told you the truth and cut ties? I mean, that's reason enough not to warn her a coup is coming for her ass in Life No. 1. There's no reason for rape, ever; even if she lit your dog on fire, you can't rape her. Just WTF, guy?!

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Not that it excuses any of her horrid behavior but I can see how lonely Xue Ning is in what should be her familial home. That cozy scene between her parents and half-sister where in her absence there is only affection and warmth and in her presence, only awkwardness and discomfort.

She lived a childhood in poverty and exile being spoken and looked down upon; returned to her parents' home to find herself being shunted as second-born (in an era where hierarchy matters) and defective instead of receiving proper homecoming. I can see why the attraction of her sole dream, her ultimate goal - becoming Empress - would become all-consuming, especially if such a dream sustained her in exile and fueled her defiance at home.

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Oh, jesus christ, Yan Lin, don't be an idiot! Don't believe in an enemy soldier during wartime, like...?!

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So Xue Ning might have accidentally sold Yan Lin out to the devil.

But in her defense, that wasn't her intention. Just to watch him. Like a politics-minded creeper.

Me to Ning as she reads her former coachman cum spy to filth: GET HIM.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

New Frontiers in Perversion

I mean...look at this ass shot. Like, we just nudged at the idea Bonney might actually be younger than she normally looks. You've heard of the 5000 year old dragon who just looks like a child so it's okay she's all up on you. Now try the polar opposite! "I'mma make this grown-up kid sexay." I'm (mostly) joking, it actually does seem like a lot of the Bonney "fanservice" scenes we've gotten would make sense through the lens of not having a fully developed sense of modesty. And that's all still just theoretical. Still, pulling the rug out from under perverts is always funny. And we can at least appreciate the craft that goes into such a butt shot. Like, I'm not really into girls anyways but I can respect this man really found a nice way to slip in a solid look at Jewelry Bonney's posterior through an action shot reminiscent of Izo's cool flipping shot on Maha.

Which...really seems on point given the "Near-Death Experience" ability chased immediately by a blatant callback to Kiku locking up with Kanjuroden. I don't want to dwell on this, but One Piece has a knack for resonating with life events and Bonney there hits really, really, really hard when you had to say goodbye to your own father this week. Here's your blatant signal after the already pretty solid run-up. And that's all that happened in this chapter, nothing else of note.

Before I forget, the bit between Sanji/Vegapunk about the former's lady radar was hilarious. Most unscientific, but I trust it. This is some wild shit innit? I figure something something yada yada Devil fruit in the sense of like, devil fruit that makes you demonic. Dude's head just straight-up exploded! The hell!? It's wild and an escalation of what we hinted in Sabo's story. I'm certainly intrigued by this development with Saturn for it's own merit. So...symbolically Saturn tracks with time by the way. Roman equivalent of Chronus. If you're new, our big idea here is that if you're dragging in more time themes to Egghead...don't write off Toki or Kiku as potential X factors when both felt a little unresolved in Wano.

We end on Bonney acting rashly attacking Saturn's imposing demon form. I feel like the next chapter will tell us a lot about her role here. Either way, Saturn now does represent a threat that is unaccounted for on top of countering the "Tama moment." Zoro can handle Lucci, Sanji swiftly took even the question of Kaku out of the equation, but it's taking Luffy's full focus to keep Kizaru at bay. Now we have this, is Bonney up to the task or is she about to get rocked?

Even if she doesn't it feels like we'll at least need Robonosuke to balance things out and who knows what's going on there?

[wathanism]

y'know, I think one of the core reasons why no muslim or christian has ever convinced me to even give their religion a chance is just the way they go about their arguments. cause okay, here's the thing: when monotheists are trying to get you on their side, they only ever offer up the question of "is my god real?" we've all heard it. but the one thing they don't ever really offer is "is my god worth worshipping?"

like let's say for the sake of argument allah is 100% definitively, provably, scientifically real. passed every peer reviewed study, every human on earth is in agreement, and i believe in him as firmly as i believe that the sky is blue and water is wet. the next question, then, is why the hell should I care?

cause the simple fact of the matter is that the point of this whole argument is that they're trying to dictate your morals and behaviors. in this hypothetical scenario, where I 100% believe in allah, it honestly has 0 impact on my morals or my behaviors. allah says you should cover your hair? I don't really see an issue with it, so pass. allah says you shouldn't eat pork? it's yummy. allah can shove it. allah says you shouldn't have sex before marriage? I don't see an issue with it, so I'll do whatever I want.

cause no matter how real or not real allah is, why should he get to make the decisions for me? you can talk in circles about how modesty is a virtue, how pork can be "unclean," how marriage is sacred, so he's just looking out for his followers, but I've heard all the arguments, and frankly, I don't fucks with any of them. not out of spite, I just truly don't care about modesty and i don't see how pork is any riskier than raw sushi. pretty much every moral issue the quran makes a point about, I already made up my mind about. some things I agree with, some things I don't. either way, god wasn't involved in the decision before and he isn't now in this hypothetical.

at the end of the day, we can argue back and forth about this shit, but once you get rid of all the nonsense frills and stop beating around the bush, the argument will always boil down to, "he'll send you to jahanam!!" for what? fuckin' vibing? dude sounds like a prick then. i don't think i wanna worship that.

[botanica-machina]

[OC Outfit Doodle Asks] Any of the Dezina cast in sleep attire, especially if it'd be particularly adorable and/or funny

*rises from the dead to answer this*

I was doing a little research on this question and every time I do I realize how different our current concept of underwear/sleepwear is from most cultures throughout history.

Since my comic is vaguely based on early 1900's time period, it would make sense for them to have sleepwear is is literally just the clothes they wear under their outer garments. I could see Ellie gravitating towards the ribbed tanktop and shorts because it would feel more familiar to her.

Of course, that being said, I can picture the Avian cultures as having some variety in sleepwear (they aren't a monoculture!) so I think the concept of having sleepwear that is isn't just your undergarments wouldn't be unusual to them.

I gave Tayver some loose fitting pajamas with a t-shirt because-- hey, T-shirts where actually getting manufactured in 1898 as an undergarment! :D (the more you know!)

For Narine, I liked the idea of giving her more of a loose tunic with more traditional pajama pants (ie, loose fitted but taper at the ankle). She obviously couldn't wear this under her normal clothes, so this would be sleepwear only. Perhaps distinct sleepwear is a form of modesty if Avian womens' undergarments changed to become more form fitting?

Now... when I discussed historical underwear with my historical fashion comic nerds friends, they got hooked on the union suit (aka, the Victorian onesie). So I decided to draw Lyson in it. He seems like a guy who likes to be comfy.

Now let me just say. The more I read about the union suit, the more I was filled with sinking dread. I always thought they were goofy and didn't want to touch them with a 6ft pole, but apparently these things were really popular!

Backing up a bit... the union suit was originally designed for WOMEN to be a more comfortable alternative than what they normally wore (chemise + corset) but it didn't really catch on... instead men got really into it.

And I can see it's utility... you never have to worry about undershirts getting untucked, or freezing in a house with no central heating... But there were stories about dudes putting on their union suits for winter and just WEARING IT ALL WINTER (they had butt flaps, so... I guess this was feasible). One guy supposedly wore his for so long that his leg hair grew through the fabric and he had to be cut out of it!

Anyways, union suits are mostly seen in a comedic way nowadays, so there must have been a falling out at some point. I have a theory for why that is. I think we flew too close to the sun. The union suits provided too much comfort for people to handle responsibly. They must have been like the sweatpants or yogapants of the day where it took society by storm and oversaturated the population until everyone got sick of them, causing them to rapidly fall out of style.

Anyways, these are the challenges of writing historical fiction that no one talks about. Navigating dumb trends that are only dumb in hindsight! So hard to frame these things as normal to the characters when you know readers are gonna read it with modern eyes.

[shopcat]

funny to me when people criticize steddie as having ‘no chemistry’ or as ‘not liking each other’ like? sorry? were we watching a different s4? also this might just be my gay brain but i literally cannot interpret the ‘for your modesty’ and ‘big boy’ scenes as anything other than homosexual behavior. not to mention!!! the smile steve has when eddie gets all up in his space!!! sorry i’m gay and smarter than u or whatever….like at least i’m having fun. at least i don’t ship steve and the racist that tried to kill him 🥰 or two people who have never spoken who would also hate each other.

i was going to wait til the morning to answer this but literally i never got when girlies said they had no chemistry like okay u did not have to admit you get 0 bitches 0 play no action no reaction like that. also i was LITERALLY there when people were like "crackshipping" it within the first couple days it's honestly so harmless but by the end of vol 2 i was like DUDE they coulda been something... it makes me lose my mind. and i used to kind of indulgently roll my eyes when people were like he's staring at his lips but he's literally GAZING he's like weoah... and eddie is like talking about nancy or whatever cuz he's insecure and wants steve to like him. and even IF you interpret that platonically like omg steve didn't hate him the entire point of their actual canonical little arc was that they became friends!!!! truthfully trying to deny that they aren't friends is denying the actual text and i know the average stranger things fan needs their hand held about what's on the screen in front of them but come on now... and there's no reason therefore why they can't go from friends to 💞 friiiiiieeends 💞

also the FUNNIEST defence every single time people try and talk about this is they're constantly being like STEVE didn't like him/steve thought he was annoying/they barely spoke or whatever and NO ONE defends eddie's boyliker gymnastics it kills me 😭😭

[bl00dycoten]

STOP WAIT IMAGINE WRITING ANGST ABOUT FUCKING ASTRONOMY BY CONAN GRAY WITH EDDIE OR STEVE STOP IM SOBBING.

authors note: STOP YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS GOOD. I LOVE WRITING STORIES WITH SONGS BEHIND THE PLOT IT GIVES ME 10x MORE IDEAS.

ps. this isn’t as short as k thought but that’s okayyy, rushed ending might change later, first one but i tried enkoyyyyy🫶🏼

steve harrington x gn! reader, slight eddie munson x gn! reader( just ‘friendly’ flirting)

warnings: spoilers for stranger things vol 1., angst angst angst, no happy ending, cursing, blood, fighting, reader is second choice, insecurities (? alot of comparison to nancy), steve being in love with nancy. one shot, First story so sorry.

summary: You and steve used to have a thing together in middle school, for mutual reasons you ended things in your freshman year and his sophomore year, you stayed friends and at some points it seemed as if you two never even broken up, until steve met nancy and started dating her in his junior year, it soon went back to the way things were after him and nancy broke up. You knew by then that you didn’t have his heart anymore, Nancy wheeler did. After nancy broke up with steve, you tried to win him back and it was working, until now.

Fading stars

You watched as Steve stared at Nancy while she patched him up from the demobat attack, you could already hear your heart breaking in your ears, all you could do was turn your head off to the side and bite your lip anxiously. You knew Steve, he only ever looked at you like that, well before he met Nancy Wheeler in highschool. His eyes only had that sparkle in them when you would walk into any room he was in, when he would think about you and how your day was going. But ever since he met Nancy and started dating her, he only gave her that look then, and it seems like he is doing it now too. He didn’t think about how he was with you, way before he even met Nancy wheeler.

He didn’t think about how he still treated you like you were the only person in his life, or how he acts like you have his whole heart, just to be slapped in the face by Nancy wheeler when she is in the same room as Steve, all of the moments you had with him, was nothing compared to the moments he is having now with her. It hurt but why are you so upset? you both agreed to break up that day and you also both agreed to stay friends. yes but how could you not fall back in love when he treated you like you were the only person he wants, you would give him twice as much, people would suspect you both were together, but you would laugh it off and say ‘nope, just good ol’ friends!’ even though you wished it was more, you never asked steve if he as well wished to be more again because you knew he wouldn’t, no matter how sweetly he will ever treat you, you know he is thinking of doing the same with her. Eddie noticed you’re change and looks at steve and nancy as they look at eachother as if they are the only people in the room. he takes off his jean jacket and throws it at steve, breaking their trances.

“for your modesty, dude.” eddie said and walked off to you. Steve slowly put on eddie’s jacket as he watches the man walk over to you. Nancy had went over to talk to robin who was going on about steve having rabies. a little while past and suddenly the ground was shaking, an earthquake. Eddie had grabbed onto your arm and pulled you into him as you both fell to the ground from the harsh shaking. Steve grabbed nancy and robin holding onto them as they all try to keep their balance.

“shit, what was that!” steve muttered sacredly and looked around. “uh i don’t know ? probably a fucking earthquake, steve.” robin muttered frantically going on about her fear of earthquake’s. Eddie had gotten up and picked you up off the ground. “are you okay?” he asked. “yeah, thank you, you kind of took the fall for us both.” you laughed and cracked your fingers, a nervous tick you developed in middle school. “well yeah, can’t just let a pretty thing like you fall down, now can i?” Eddie smiled, you froze and let out a nervous laugh. “you think i’m pretty?” you questioned, even though steve has called you pretty countless of times, it never seemed to equal the pretty Nancy wheeler was, steve was also the only one who ever called you pretty besides you parents. “uh yeah? i have eyes you know.” he put his fingers up to the sides of his eyes and waved his fingers around. you laughed at that and nodded your head. “yes, you do have eyes Munson.” you and Eddie continued to have small talk with each other, while Steve looked at the two of you talking and laughing, a bitter feeling was growing in his stomach as he continued to watch the interaction between you two, robin walks up to him.

“what are you staring at so hard Stevie boy.” robin whispered and laughed while taking a seat besides him. “i don’t get it, why are they laughing so much? Munson isn’t even that funny.” steve grumbled. robin raised an eyebrow then began to laugh. “what? why are you laughing?” steve said and made an annoyed face while turning to look at robin. “oh my god! is Stevie boy jealous?” robin teased and elbowed, making sure not to elbow his bites. “huh? what no!” he huffed and smacked her arm away from him.“no offense but i thought you were hooked on Wheeler.” robin blurted out and mumbled a quick apology when steve snapped his neck to look at her again. “w-well i mean i’m not hooked on Nancy, i just might still have feelings for her?” he tripped over his words, running his hands through his hair, he looks back down at the floor and sighs.

“well if that’s the case, why do you care so much about who makes Y/n laugh so much?” robin questions. “because they’re my best friend, of course i’m going to care about who their potential partner is.” arguing back with an annoyed huff leaving his lips. “best friend? oh please you guys treat each other like an old married couple. when i first met you i thought you guys were dating.” robin admits. “we um, we dated in middle school, ended things mutually on my sophomore year.” steve fumbled with his fingers now, he’s never talked about his feelings much, so it was awkward for him. “so than are you saying that you still have feelings for them?” robin asked while tilting her head. “n-no! they are just my friend. i just um..i just like how they treated me when we were together. um nancy didn’t treat me like they did. but i still love nancy, i don’t know, sometimes i just look at them and imagine what it would be like if that was how nancy treated me and that we actually, um stayed together you know?” steve grew more anxious as robin stayed silent after his little rant.

“um, robin listen just forget i ever said anything okay, it was stupid.” steve mumbled and lightly combed through his hair. “that’s pretty damn selfish steve. i mean no offense but did you ever think about how Y/n would feel if they knew that? and here you are being jealous when you should be happy they are moving on from you. you cant get the best of both world steve, Y/n doesnt deserve to be a replacement for nancy just because you didn’t work. i mean hello? what about Y/n’s feelings what if they still harbor some feelings for you and all you are doing is leading them on just because-“ robin’s rant was cut off by steve. “just because i wasn’t with nancy, yeah i got it robin, jeez. i didn’t mean to hurt Y/n if i have, i just thought i was still in love with them, uh until now.” steve looked down ashamed. “you should let them be happy. you are only fueling a brunt out fire. you guys had the chemistry yes, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be now.” robin smiled softly and patted steve’s shoulder. “listen to my words, man.” robin pointed at him and left to talk to you and eddie, bringing up the topic about how to get out of here.

“how do we do that when steve just got snacked on like he was a snackable!” eddie yelled and pointed at the bloody bodied steve. “theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” robin mumbled and nervously bitting at her nails, overthinking the whole situation as they begin to plan things. “robin dont bite you nails.” you mumbled softly and held onto her arm pulling it down and holding it. robin stoped overthinking for a while. “I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.” Eddie mumbled and played with his rings while Nancy walked towards you, Eddie and robin. “Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.” Nancy announced.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” Eddie made a surprised face as he pointed a ringed finger at Nancy. “Full of surprises, isn't she?” steve proudly said as he walked over, wanting to join the plan. it stung as you seen steve casually act like his side was hurting just to rest his arm around Nancy’s shoulders. “A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy replied casually not caring about the arm over her shoulders.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” steve said teasingly. tilting his head to the side and downwards, looking Nancy in her eyes, noses almost touching. “You almost deserved it.” Nancy teased back, it seemed like they were leaning closer and suddenly a gust of wind past, which caused you to get the chills and Eddie noticed so being the gentleman he was, he took off his leather jacket and gave it to you. “here you go pretty.” he said as he slipped it onto your shoulders.

Steve had snapped out of his trance and pulled away before their lips could touch, eyes looking towards you and Eddie. “Oh my god!” yelled robin out of nowhere after she felt like a fifth wheel. “So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” robin mumbled and nervously looked between eddie and steve, who were both having an intense staring contest. “Yeah, me too.” Y/n mumbled awkwardly. “So what are we waiting for?” robin perked up, looking at nancy. “lead the way, wheeler.” Eddie said, breaking eye contact with steve and began walking when nancy pointed which way to go.

“Y/n.” steve mumbled to you as you five walked through the forest in the upside down to get to the Wheeler house. “Y/n. Hey, babe. uh.. listen i just. i want to talk about everything.” steve asked, as he walked besides you. “what is there to talk about steve? i think we both made our statements pretty clear.” you finished, not wanting to talk about how shitty you love life was when you were stuck in an alternate universe. “i just-“ you cut steve off. “why do you keep trying steve? honestly i am really curious. you like to treat me like i’m the only person you ever treat like this, and that i’m the only person who holds your heart but then nancy shows up and all of a sudden it’s all about her again. you can’t just do that steve, it’s not fair that you keep giving me false hope when i know we would never be able to last anyways. we want two different things, you want Nancy, and i want you, or i did want you, i don’t know if i still do, it’s confusing okay? i really think you and i are worried about the wrong thing right now steve.” after your little rant, you gestured to the forest around you.

“woah, who said i wanted Nancy!” steve tried to back himself up but he knew himself, he did in fact want Nancy. “oh please steve don’t even. your eyes give you away. the sparkle in them when you look at her, you used to look at me like that, that’s how i know you still want her.” you stopped walking for a second, letting steve walk ahead of you until he stops and turned to look at you. “steve, i just think it finally time you stopped treating me like you still want us to happen when you know we won’t happen again because that isn’t something you actually want now. we just couldn’t fall in love with each other, that’s okay i’m sure we have our person out there somewhere. just treat them right steve, don’t make them feel like an option when Nancy enters your life again, cause i’m sure no one wants to go through that heart ache.” steve reached out to grab you hand. “Y/n i do like you tho.” “but you don’t love me? you never say it, steve.” you muttered and sighed. “look steve, i don’t want to argue, we are on two different worlds, you’re playing with a fire that burned out years ago steve, let it stay burned out.” you said the last sentence with annoyance and walked towards robin, who was more in the front, leaving steve alone with his thoughts. Steve realized than maybe all the stories he read about your childhood love being everlasting, wasn’t something steve harrington would experience, no life was definitely not a fairy tale with a happy ending were you get with steve, when his love for you faded along with the relationship you oh so wished for again.

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 3

Victor goes to college in Ingolstadt, gets to flex his built-on-absolutely-nothing ego, and I lose track of time because Shelley's transitions are frankly atrocious. I think this is about 7 year-ish before the end of the novel / framework, but I can't really verifiy it.

All that happens is about Victor’s misery, including Elizabeth falling sick. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 2

And yeah, there’s that weird “marry your adopted sister” thingie his mother set them up to. Which, INCEST VIBES: 3

Also pretty manipulative of her to reinforce that on her death bed. Weird family, them Frankensteins.

“I was new to sorrow” sets another I SO PRIVILEGED: 4

EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 2 goes for Elizabeth becoming basically a mother to... uh. She calls them her cousins, but then she’s gonna marry Victor, so they are actually her siblings-in-law-to-be, so… anyway.

It’s very sweet of Victor to call his best friend’s father “a narrow-minded trader”, but he and Henry, being all “We could not tear ourselves away from each other” dramatic gays, still get a double DAS GAY: 11 (it’s the highest count so far, to exactly no one’s surprise)

What does “bestow feminine attentions” even mean in this case?? Is she mommying him? Having a goodbye quickie? EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 3

“spending my youth cooped up in one place” – my dude, you and your family have like three houses all over Europe. You were travelling around for most of your childhood. I SO PRIVILEGED: 5

Pfft, Victor’s talk to Prof. Krempe is SO exemplary of his attitude! He looks down on him, doesn’t even consider that this man who has spent so much more of his time on the subject might know a thing or two. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 2

“In what desert have you lived” made me laugh, bc it does NOTHING to pull Victor’s head out of his arse. It doesn’t even occur to him to reconsider. “I had long considered those authors useless whom the professor reprobated” – WHAT EVEN. You’re a freshman. Oh lord, an ego like a Sauerbruch and nothing to back it up. And his points of criticism? “M. Krempe was a little squat man with a gruff voice and a repulsive countenance” – you see, because he’s kind of ugly, he’s morally and intellectually inferior. Sound argument.

“I had a contempt for the uses of modern natural philosophy”… based on what? The old shit had to be more accurate and powerful because it was about immortality and power? That, obviously, proves how correct all the older sciences were. “Realities of little worth” sounds more like an approach for fanfic than for science.

…huh. I forgot that Victor goes on a tangent to tell us how very erect his Prof. Waldman is and what a sweet voice he has. DAS GAY: 12

Should also be noted that he’s way more inclined to actually listen to a teacher whom he finds appealing. For thinking himself such a superior specimen, Victor has a very basic take on people. “with the modesty and deference due from a youth to his instructor” – I have a hard time imagining Victor as deferent.

Let's make note of Victor's inclination to physiognomy. It sets a precedent for absolutely every character in this book; not a single one is capable of judging another person's value, intelligence and character independent from their looks (well, perhaps the blind guy?). It's baffling, and I wanna ask Mary Shelley herself about this.

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Aaron’s family had always been better off than most families in Windom. Aaron’s family had a cabin on Fox Lake, his backyard had a swing set and a trampoline, and when he turned sixteen, his parents gave him a pickup truck. And yet, for all his better fortune, Aaron had always been a decent guy. He’d been one of Adam’s good friends since grade school. Aaron, Adam, and Jason, Adam’s best friend, had been inseparable since Adam moved to Windom at the start of first grade.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and Aaron had swung by the hardware store to hang out with Adam and Jason while they worked. Tuesday was a slow day, customer-wise – especially during late July. School wasn’t starting for another week, so Adam was still working full time hours. Together with Jason, Adam was stocking the snack aisle. (In addition to the staples like nails and bolts, power tools, and lawn care supplies, the hardware store also carried a very limited stock of nonperishable foods. Stuff like canned goods, boxed pasta, and cereal.)

Adam was unpacking a case of Hunt’s stewed tomatoes while Jason was pulling all the cans on the shelf forward to make space for the newer stock. The boys sat on the tiled floor before the beige steel shelves, in their navy uniform pants, white undershirts, and navy smocks. Just for the fun of it, Jason had traded Adam nametags for the day. (Not that everyone in Windom didn’t already know who they were, so it didn’t really matter if Adam’s nametag read “Jason.”)

Aaron was standing in the aisle, chatting while Adam and Jason worked.

“So do you think Senior year is going to be any different than Junior year?” Jason wondered as he reached for a can at the back of the shelf.

“You mean different from Milligan kicking everyone’s asses in the classroom and on the track?” Aaron snorted.

“Yeah, I mean, different from that.”

“Nope,” Aaron replied.

Adam shrugged as he pulled the boxcutter across the cardboard box. “Sorry, fellas. I’m just that good,” he returned with false modesty.

“And just that humble,” Aaron shot back dryly.

“And just that humble,” Adam agreed. He pulled back the flaps on the cardboard box and started unloading the cans onto the floor.

Jason frowned uncomfortably, and that’s when Adam knew something was actually bothering him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Adam stalled in his unloading to give his best friend his full attention.

Jason shrugged.

“Come on, Jase,” Adam cajoled. Then, he waited patiently for Jason to crack.

It didn’t take long.

Jason sighed. “This is our last year together before everything’s going to change,” Jason spoke ruefully. “Like, Adam, dude, we all know you’re getting into some fabulous college on sports and academic scholarship. And Aaron, your parents have enough money to send you to anywhere in the Midwest-”

“-Assuming I get in somewhere,” Aaron interjected.

“You’ll get in,” Jason assured. “And me, I’m probably community college bound. But the point is, we’ll all be going our separate ways. So, Senior year is really our last year together.”

Although Jason tried to look unaffected, Adam could tell how anxious he was. (The dork. It was completely unjustified worry.)

Adam clapped his best friend since grade school on the shoulder. “Come on, Jase. You’re like a brother to me, dude,” Adam spoke firmly. He turned his gaze to include Aaron. “Both of you guys are like brothers to me,” he added. Then, Adam leveled Jason with a sincere smile. “Seriously, dude, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Aaron was quick to chime in.

Jason nodded, and a wobbly reassured smile pulled at his mouth. “Thanks.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” Adam replied. “It’s the truth.”

Jason’s smile broadened.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Aaron cut in excitedly. “You know how I used to take you guys to Fox Lake with my parents sometimes? Well, how about, every summer we plan a trip to my parent’s cabin. Like, just us. Like, a three bromigos trip.”

“Three bromigos?” Jason repeated incredulously.

“Hey, I got a B+ in Spanish last year,” Aaron returned tidily. “But, what do you think? We can meet up for a week each summer, and then we’re forced to keep in touch after Senior year.”

Adam nodded. “I’m all for it.”

“Yeah, me too.” Jason grinned.

“Okay, then it’s all set. The first three bromigos trip will be next Summer after we’re all graduated from High School. And then we just keep on, every year after that.”

The first three bromigos trip was a roaring success. They met up at Aaron’s house before all driving to Fox Lake in his pickup truck. There, they roasted marshmallows, and went canoeing in the lake, and had a late-night movie marathon. They grilled hamburgers, and went hiking, and played stupid camping games. Aaron even brought his badminton set (and wow, Jason and Adam sucked at badminton). They ended up playing two against one. (And Aaron still won.) They went fishing a couple of times, but only caught a tiny sunfish between the three of them – well, technically, Jason caught it. And the cabin on Fox Lake was close enough to the town of Welcome that they went into town for a pizza one night and also, to fill up on more Pepsi because Aaron was a big pop drinker. On the last night of the weeklong trip, they played an epic game of Truth or Dare that culminated in Aaron daring Jason to serenade Adam with Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” (or at least the part Jason remembered). All in all, it was a great trip. And they made sure to set aside the first week of June the following year for their return trip.

It would be exciting to see how much had changed after their Freshman year of college.

[sunnyie-eve]

46 | SOS

Series: Trouble In Hawkins (Steve Harrington x Henderson! Eddie Munson x Henderson!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language

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"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously." Robin asks. "As far as I understand it, yeah." Nancy tells her. "So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate." Robin suggests. "I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure." Steve tells her. "We don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. Nancy has guns in her bedroom. Right? You still have them?" Skylar points at her.

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie looks at her as he gets off the rock standing next to Skylar. "Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin smiles. "A Russian Makarov and a revolver." Nancy tells Eddie. "Yeah, you almost shot me with that one." Steve brings up. "You almost deserved it." She smiles at him. "You were still a pain that night. With me having to baby you for a bit." Skylar smiles over at him and he smiles back at her as Eddie throws his vest to Steve. "For your modesty, dude." Eddie tells him before there was an earthquake. Eddie grabs Skylar falling to the ground, Robin falls next to them making Skylar reach for her hand, and Steve holds Nancy up as they use the rock to keep up.

As creatures snarl the three on the ground sit up looking out into the distance. "Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me." Eddie pants with his right arm around Skylar's waist. "Yeah, me too." Robin squeezes Skylar's right hand. "So what are we waiting for?" Steve turns on his flashlight taking the lead making the others get up and follow.

While walking through the woods, Nancy ends up taking the lead towards her house. Nancy and Robin walk together, Eddie and Skylar were together while Steve was at the end. "What's so funny right now?" Eddie asks Skylar as she slightly chuckles looking at him. "The way you walk around vines. I'm sorry." She tries not to laugh at him anymore. "Eddie. Eddie. Hey, man. Uh... Listen, I just, uh... I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there." Steve jogs to watch with him and Skylar. "Shit. You saved your own ass, man. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there." Eddie tells him. "Ozzy?" Steve asks confused. "When you took a bite out of that bat." Eddie says but Steve was still confused making Sky laugh because she knew he didn't know him. "Ozzy Osborne. Black Sabbath? He bit a bat's head off onstage." Eddie tries. "He doesn't know him. Steve doesn't care for metal." Skylar pats Eddie's back.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact." Eddie lets Steve know what Dustin has said about him. "Henderson said that?"" Steve looks at him. "Oh yeah. Shit. Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest." Eddie tells him. "Try living with him and being related to him." Skylar laughs jogging to join the girls. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own pets Munson doctrine. Still super jealous as hell, by the way. Which is why I would never  have jumping in that lake to save your ass. Not under an, uh... normal circumstances. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

"Give yourself a break, man. You might not see yourself as a hero but you are in some way. You helped Skylar when I ditched her." Steve tells him so Eddie stops him. "The only reason I came in here was cause those ladies came straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Ky... she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. I didn't want her to be disappointed in me so I dove in last. Now. I know everything that happened between you two, if I were you... I would do whatever to get her back. Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen." Eddie watches Skylar walk with girls.

"She told me you guys got together." Steve looks at him. "Dude, I was just trying to help her get over you but I can see you aren't over her. The way you look at her." Eddie sighs. "So you didn't fall for her?" Steve asks. "I'm not gonna say I didn't because I think part of me did. But as I said, I would do whatever to get her back. She's a one of a kind. Because if you don't try... I'll take the chance with her because she's too good to let go." Eddie tells him the truth and his words make Steve think back to when Billy said, because if not maybe that means she'll pick and stay with me in the end. Steve looks over at Skylar before there was another earthquake.

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"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin tells Nancy as we get inside the house. "Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Nancy heads up to her room first with Robin and Eddie following behind. Steve and I follow to but I stop when I hear Dustin's voice, "Steve, listen." I grab his arm so he stops to listen too. "Dustin..." He walks down the stairs walking around trying to find where the voice was coming from. "How come we can hear him?" I ask. "I don't know. Steve follows the voice and looks around. "Oh, by the way... Eddie told me you jumped in first." Steve looks over at me. "I did." I nod my head walking over. "Why?" He walks closer to me. "Do you prefer I didn't? Did you want us to let the demo-bats kill you?" I raise an eyebrow. "I did it because I was worried about you. I have no idea what I would do if something bad happened to you. Now let's figure the whole Dustin thing."

"Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin! Du-Hello? Hel...hello?" Steve starts to yell making the other three join us. "Steve what are you doing?" Nancy asks. "He's here. Henderson. That like shit, he's here. He's like... He's in the walls or sitting. Just listen." Steve tells them. "I doubt he's in the walls. Maybe he's here in our world." I tell him as we start to all yell Dustin. "All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag." Steve huffs. "Will found a way right? Through the lights?" I say making Nancy go try the lamp. "Guys." Steve looks at the chandelier glowing. We all walk towards it and I reach up messing with the glitter like dust before the others do the same. "Does anyone know Morse code?" Nancy asks us. "Wait, does SOS count?" Eddie looks at us. "Is that... that good?" He looks just at me making me laugh. "God, I love you. You are just so precious. Yes, do it." I tell him and he does. "Go to Nancy's room by her bed! I have an idea!" We hear Dustin yell so we go upstairs and wait.

"Seeing this?" Dustin asks so Nancy sticks her hand out making the glowing dust come through. "We're not moving it, but we're gonna unplug it. Stand by! Try it now." He tells us so I reach out to spell hi. "That worked!" He tells us so we cheer. Nancy writes we're stuck. "Can't get back through watergate?" Dustin asks us. "What the hell's watergate?" Steve asks. "Cause it's in water and it's a gate." I explain to them and they get it. "That's cute." Eddie says making me giggle as Nancy writes it's guarded. "We think we have a theory that can help with that. We think watergate isn't the only gate. That there's a gate at every murder site." Dustin tells us their theory. "Does anyone understand what he's talking about?" Nancy asks and I say I sorta do so she sends him a question mark.

"Seriously! How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?! Skylar, I thought you were the smart one over there!" Dustin yells at us. "Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check." Steve shakes his head. "It's his tone. Right?" Eddie looks at him. "I know." Steve agrees. "Again try being related to the little shit." I tell them. "So how far is your trailer?" Nancy looks at Eddie. "Seven miles." I answer for him. "Nancy. I know your house here is, like, weirdly creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?" Robin looks over at her. I write for the lights saying Eddie's.

When we get to the trailer park and to Eddie's trailer we hop off the bikes. "That's gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled inter-dimensionally." Robin says getting off her bike. "Just inhaled a bunch of that crap." Steve coughs. "It's stuck in my throat." He turns on his flashlight. "Dustin was fine in the past. Inhaling it you should be fine... The bites... you seem okay right now so that's good." I give him a slight smile as we go into Eddie's place to see the gate on the ceiling. "Goddam." Steve sees it. "This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died." Eddie tells us. "I think there's something in there." Robin speaks and we see something moving before opening it.

I step forward first to see Eddie's place upside down along with the kids, "No way." Steve looks with me. "Hi there." Dustin laughs waving at us. "Hi." We day back. "Bada bada boom!" Dustin shouts making me laugh. "Okay, now we just gotta help you guys back over. And don't worry. I thought of an idea on the way here." Dustin gives us a thumbs up. "You know technically that's a thumbs now to us." I let him know so he flips me off. "Love you." I laugh at him. "You know, no matter how annoying he can be... What would we do without him?" Steve watches the kids. "We'd be screwed, that's one thing I know for sure." I nod my head. As Lucas and Max bring out Eddie's mattress he gets embarrassed, "Those stains are, uh... I dunno what those stains are." He looks at Robin side eyeing him then looks back up.

"That's why I stay on top of the sheets and blankets." I say looking up at the mattress. "And on the floor...more room." Eddie slips making all of us look at him. "What?" He asks confused. "More room on the floor for what?" Robin raises an eyebrow. "D&D, helping him plan for campaigns. A lot of papers for the whole group. You made it seem like something else." I back hand Eddie's chest. Of course I knew Steve knew the truth but I didn't need Robin and Nancy knowing I got with Eddie. "Not quite sure how these physics work. But, uh... here goes nothing." Dustin tosses the tiers sheets together up and it comes out hang on our side. "All right, pull on it to see if it holds!" He shouts at us so Robin does it. "Guess I'm the guinea pig." Robin climbs it first.

The four of us look at each other of who goes next. "Sky. It's best to get you out of here before anything bad happens to you. I lost the tape in the lake." Steve tells me. "Yeah...Okay." I grab the sheet. "Eddie, can you help me? I'm a terrible climber." I ask so he picks me up and pushes me up while I climb. "Woah." I fall onto the mattress. "That felt funny." I get up and Eddie  comes through next. "That was fun." He sits up so I pull him up. "Nancy. Hey! Hey! Nancy, wake up. Wake up! Nancy!" Steve yells making us look up. "Vecna." Max says. "Got you out in time." Eddie says looking at me. "It's because of Barb..." I say looking at Nancy in a trance.

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#5

Okay friends I'm at the hospital due to my knee being a bitch (nothing new)

Here's the people in the ER waiting room as twd characters

Merle Dixon is the man that sat down next to me and told me three different life stories, he also isn't wearing his mask properly and is coughing (I'm doing great guys)

Glenn is the dude on his other side that's genuinely interested in what this 'merle' has to say

Lori is 'merles' fiancé and I only say that because this dude told me he's waiting to marry her but has to wait until she gets divorced

Andrea and Amy are the two sitting in the corner with a hand injury, Amy's the one injured

Carl's the teenage boy with a foot injury

Daryl is the lady on the side that is just blocking everybody else out and is on her phone

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#4

I don't know how many of you watched the talking dead last night so wanna just put this out here

This is how Christian wanted her characters story to end. She asked for it so that she could have the closure she needed.

This character was apart of her since season 4, that's 8 years she was playing Rosita. She asked for that ending so that she could say goodbye to a character she knew she would never play again.

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#3

The murder victim laughing while Kumail pulls the note from his mouth is peak comedy

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#2

Imagining Rick and Michonne finally reuniting.

They're fighting the same horde from opposite sides and as it diminishes they see eachother. Rick sees her first,

Michonnes all decked out in her new armour so Rick doesn't immediately recognize her, just sees her as an ally that moves very familiarly he starts trying to move towards her to see if they can find an exit together,

Michonne see him and freezes. Just for a second, but long enough for a walker to get too close for comfort. He's older, has a beard again and is in something she knows her Rick would never wear if he was back home, but it's him.

She sees him coming closer and knows how he is. He's so sentimental, he hasn't seen any of his family in like 7 to 9 years at this point (after he left we had the 6 year jump and then we had like 3 other month long to year long jumps) she knows that if he realizes she's who she is that it'll get one or both of them killed, so she turns her back in his direction. Keeping herself shielded from him until the fight is over.

He yells at her, and as much as it absolutely rips her heart out to do so she ignores him, knowing she can't look at him fully just yet. He yells again, this time followed by a "there's an exit this way! C'mon"

She turns, keeping her face away from him, by this point he knows this 'mystery woman' is hiding something from him by hiding her face but he can't tell, he assumes its a CRM soldier that knows him. But he's Rick Grimes and at his core, he saves people.

It's alot of blood, guts, gore, and effort, but they make it out, into a building to hide out in, they barricade the door, working in tandem just as they used to, like not a day has passed since they last saw eachother, like nothing's changed, even though everything has.

Rick doesn't even need to get a full sentence out before Michonne is helping him with a cabinet, between the darkness of the building and the helmet on her head he can't make out her face. They aren't safe yet so she doesn't want him too, the moment he realizes she knows they're both going to freeze, to break. The doors boarded, the rooms safe, it's quiet except for their harsh breathing. Michonne is turned away from him. She still can't bring herself to believe its truly him even though she saw him. It was him right?

She takes her helmet off. Rick's breath catches in his throat as he sees her dreads fall out of the helmet, it can't be. Michonne turns, slowly, it's torturous, they're both holding their breaths.

They stand before eachother, facing eachother, both slowly taking the other in, processing that after almost a decade they're reunited.

It's really him.

It's actually her.

Rick's the first to move. Michonne is still struggling to process that he's actually alive, that he's actually in front of her, that he's moving closer, never in her life has she been as frozen as she is right now, except maybe when she looked at RJ for the first time.

Rick's hands are on her face, but it's his lips on hers that break her out of it. It's needy, it's possessive, it's like taking a breath of air after being underwater for a second too long.

It's everything she's needed since that moment she saw him blow himself up all those years ago.

It's hello, I'm sorry, I found you.

She pulls away from him, holding his dace in her hands and then she laughs.

He joins in, holding her back just as delicately, like if they held to hard the other would disappear in their fingertips in a puff of smoke. Like how it has happened in one to many dreams.

"Hi" is all she says, it's soft, softer than she's been able to be in too long.

"Hey," he returns, just as softly, "I've missed you."

That's what starts the next wave of emotions, the tears. Michonne's eyes well up before she can even process what she wants to say. Tears are free falling by the time she chokes out her next sentence mere seconds after the words hit her ears.

They talk, it's about all they do for hours, they settle in for a long night, hearing the dead bang on the doors that are secured. They find something that could have once resembled being comfortable. Rick starts a small fire, just for warmth.

They lay together, entwined in each other's limbs, every possible part of them touching the other, and they talk.

About what Rick's been up to, about Daryl moving into the woods to search for Rick, about how michonne went out everyday for months, searching for him. She conveniently leaves out that she was increasingly pregnant in those months, not knowing how to tell him that he has a son.

She tells him about Judith, how she's grown into a strong young woman, how she's exactly a mix of him and Carl. How brave she is and how she told Michonne to leave to find Rick. She tells him of the time she trusted somebody from the past and they kidnapped Judith, and that her and Daryl went through hell to get Jude back.

How Michonne couldn't bare to lose another piece of Rick.

Rick tells Michonne how he never stopped fighting to get back to them, but everytime he left, everytime he got close, the CRM came and stole him back.

Michonnes seen the soldiers, dead ones anyways. The only breathing one she came across was on his way out. Begging her to put him out of his misery. She did, in return for a map, and any information he could have about Rick.

She didn't get any. Just the map.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey chandler? Just a question,

What does this mean

What does this mean??

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I can't watch it because it is forbidden in my country Misha, did he masturbate in the movie Karla? I don't find him strange, I'm just curious because after all, he's just acting

https://twitter.com/Wayward_Lily/status/1543002972694650880?s=20

Hmmmm.... 😑

I don't watch it either not because prohibition or censoring, and I'm sorry you live in a country that chooses what you can or cannot watch. That's probably why you always need someone to double check things for you.

I don't want to watch it because Misha was right, that movie was awful. MISHA OR DMITRI wasn't masturbating there, the awful character he was playing was doing it. Like you say, he was acting, that was his job at the time.

The same way the Jackles bated his meat in front of two women. Or the dude that plays Homelander did in the past season of The Boys.

Sometimes the meaning or purpose of this vaguely obscure asks just eludes me. Are you trying to make a point?

Is this an attempt to make Misha look bad?

Is your primary gold to troll for the sake of trolling? Am I falling on the troll wagon because I got a bad day and few human interactions in the past week that I prefer to yell into the void of this pointless ask?

Of course.

Taking advantage of this weird attempt to "discredit" or show a dark side of Misha... For whatever reason, because I know and WE know Misha Collins isn't your average vanilla white Hallmark dude.

Let's talk about all the fuss the Jackles made about that particular scene. All the preamble about having to call Kripkie, and saying:

Oh! Very respectful of him. Putting his role as a father then as a son to not be put in an awkward position and burn his just starting to leave an everlasting role on TV to fly with his new wings through Hollywood and show what he is capable of.

Funny thing is, because he is a white millionaire pretty famous dude, is able to say this things, "self respect as a human being" and ask for the robe, and the angle that will only imply his actions and "ACCOMMODATE AND HIDE" his royal white ass and Acklesconda.

But I wonder. What about those ladies that had to be fully naked and were captured in a few frames of lewd acts in front of the sexy, yet clothed actor? What? Didn't they have families too? , sons? , or a long lasting career that now summarizes in this frame of FULL FRONTAL nudity while they touch themselves for fear of this white dude?

Why the Jackles couldn't extend the same speech for them, and spear the full frontal yet VERY ACCEPTED FEMALE NUDITY on TV. Why he didn't ask for the same cleaver technique of acting like he is masturbating, while covering his very expensive and reserved privates. But still delivering the same shock value to his despicable character.

Well, that's why he is the white rich celebrity dude. And the two ladies where LITERALLY the Help in that scene. Even in that industry your dignity or personal reservations will be weighted with your overall value as a celebrity or money.

To be honest, I don't know if Misha would had done the same. I mean, probably fight for at least just be naked from the back not showing the main prize we all long to see. But asking for a minimum of modesty and reserve of his white male lead status in this show. AND he probably would had "forgot" to speak about this ladies too.

I hope everyone FORGOT this ladies, and that scene isn't the most relevant role of their careers in their IMDBs. BUT we shouldn't forget about this ladies and all the other women who have to do WHAT THE SCRIPT SAYS because film industry and the INTEGRITY OF THE PIECE.

Yet, a white dude can invoque the I'M A FATHER AND SON AND HUSBAND EMEMDMET.

Funny, all the listed true life roles where only given to him because of a woman in his life.

[lakegenevaslumberparty]

Dracula Daily 1 (May 3)

Time to do the Dracula readalong again! this time with probably all of Tumblr, thanks to the Dracula Daily!  

First off, let’s get the recipes in here:  Paprika Hendl (also called Chicken Paprikash Mamaliga (polenta/grits/cornmeal porridge)  Impletata (stuffed eggplant)

It all sounds very good! Our JH seems to think so too, since he keeps wanting to get the recipes for Mina--even if it does make him thirsty. 

There really is a Golden Krone hotel now! there wasn’t then; it seems to have been created to take advantage of Dracula-related tourism!  It looks like a pretty generic mid-20C hotel ,leading me to now headcanon this whole book as post-apoc fic.  There is also a Golden Krone gothic horror game! if anyone plays it, please tell me what you think :D

Jon. JH.  Dude. 

“ I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress--white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty.” 

How does an apron hug too tight for modesty? a long wide strip of fabric loose at the sides and bottom?  Especially compared to what English ladies were wearing at this supposed point?  Also:  “ The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist.”  Listen, I let Théo get away with some of that nonsense because he’s just as judgemental of his own clothes and looks. I don’t even know what you’re wearing yet, Harker. You could be naked! I wouldn’t know. Maybe hush with the judgey until you’re ready to post your own selfie. 

" At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you “ -- Tumblr has destroyed my brain and I did NOT read that correctly at first 

Snarking on JH aside, I do love this first chapter. It’s very good at creating a recognizable character-- Victorian, English, middle-class expectations of the world-- and showing what he sees and how he interprets it. I think that interior POV is crucial for the mood of what happens next, and one of the things that’s really hard to convey onscreen.