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slut! | sjy
now playing: Slut! (Taylorâs Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift
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jake x reader, idol!au, new relationship!au, fluff and angst
summary: after your first public appearance as a couple, you receive lots of backlash. two bottles of wine later and jake by your side, you figure it might be worth it for once
warnings: insecurities (lots), not-so-subtle lyric references, mention of a panic attack, reader consumes lots of alcohol (would not recommend), cyberbullying, insults, slut shaming (not from jake or reader), reader is self-deprecating, alcohol is used as a coping mechanism, reader has a huge drunken emotional breakdown. typos probably
wc: 2.4k
(a/n: the first work in my mini 1989 enha-hyung series :)) i hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated <3)
The chatter between Jake and his stylists serve as the background noise to your racing thoughts. You smooth your hands over your dress. You feel pretty. You look pretty. Though your hands shake and the quiver of your lip is surely noticeable, youâre excited about your first red carpet with Jake. Or, thatâs what you keep telling yourself.Â
You turn to look at the boy in question. His tie matches the color of your dress perfectly. You look like a real couple. You are a real couple, albeit new. Perhaps, the journalists, the fans, even Jakeâs management think youâre rushing into things. But, if you are in love as you feel, then why does it matter?
âLook at you, baby. You look beautiful.â Jakeâs compliment pulls you away from your thoughts. He admires you with a look in his eye that youâve been seeing a lot recently. Itâs a look that contains a bit of softness and a lot of love.Â
âThank you,â you blush, âIt was really the stylists, you know. They found the perfect dress and really took care of my hair and-â
âNo, no, no, none of that.â Jake shakes his head at you. âYou look beautiful, because you are beautiful.â
You nod and look down- hoping Jake canât see your blush deepen. But, he can, and he sports a sheepish smile that matches his lovesick gaze.Â
âLetâs go. We donât wanna be late for our first red carpet.â Jake kisses you on the forehead and leads you out the door. His staff follows closely behind, and you meet his security outside the hotel room. The amount of people around Jake at all times was surely overwhelming at the beginning. You find yourself still adjusting to all the faces crowding your space, but you figure thatâs just what comes with dating a high-profile Idol like Jake.Â
You let Jake lead you blindly all the way to the black SUV waiting outside of the private hotel exit. Youâve been letting him do that a lot lately, leading you blind. Youâre feeling lovestruck and you canât help it. Especially when the man youâre infatuated with seems to reciprocate.Â
Once youâve settled in the car, reality begins to set in. A publicized event means lots of photographers, journals, and a million different eyes on you. Nausea begins in your stomach and works its way up to your throat. You look out of the car window, watching the city as it passes you by, trying to distract yourself from the oncoming panic attack.Â
Jake seems to read your mind, however, reaching for your hand across the backseat and giving it a gentle squeeze.Â
âItâll be alright sweetheart. I canât wait to show you off finally.â
For the umpteenth time that night, Jake manages to make you blush and successfully distract you from the impending evening.Â
âIâm sorry, Jake. Iâm so nervous. Iâve never done anything like this before- I donât want to mess anything up, and embarrass myself. Or worse! Embarrass you!âÂ
Jake finds your ramblings adorable, as silly as they may seem. He knows you could never embarrass him
âDonât worry. Iâll be by your side the whole night. And, Iâll make sure nothing happens. Plus, we got all dressed up. They might as well look at usâ Jake sends you his classic puppy smile and leans over to kiss you on the cheek.Â
âAh! Jake! My makeup!â
His giggles dissolve the tense air in the car, and ease your worries instantly.
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The red carpet is smaller than you thought, but still just as scary. Youâre sure Jake can no longer feel his hand from how hard youâre squeezing it. But, no complaints come from him. He only adorns a wide smile and laps up the atmosphere. You notice that Jake seems to thrive here, not once shying away from the limelight.Â
A tug on your hand pulls you out of thoughts. Jake guides you toward the carpet. You plaster on your most beautiful smile (you practiced in the mirror before), and settle next to Jakeâs side.Â
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You stumble into Jakeâs apartment, with the boy following close behind you. Giggles replace the apartmentâs silence. Jakeâs hands grab your waist to prevent you from falling over, prompting even more laughter.Â
Perhaps, you shouldnât have had so many glasses of champagne, but Jake insisted you have fun, that champagne would help you relax. And, boy was he right. You, then, insisted that you couldnât drink alone, which led to Jake sharing in your champagne indulgence.Â
âYouâre so drunk.â Jake says, words mixed in with his giggles.
âYes, I am! Iâm drunk in love.â You cheekily reply. Itâs Jakeâs turn to blush for the night.
You somehow make it over to the couch. How graceful, youâre not sure. You settle in uncomfortable positions, that will surely cause you pain in the morning. But, that doesnât matter now. All that matters is that you're here with Jake, in his arms.
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You thought your first public appearance with Jake would be the peak of your stress and worry. You thought that first event would be the worst of it, and then, you would adjust better to the new attention coming your way.Â
You, however, forgot about the internet.Â
Your twitter feed brought you an article about your and Jakeâs appearance at the event a few days ago. The article itself was nothing special, briefly recounting the night. You, however, were unprepared for the comments under the article.
Calling you tense, unprofessional, out-of-place.Â
The worst ones were calling you a slut.
Jakeluvr02: why do i feel like sheâs a slut lol
Starryn1ght: i wonder how easy she gave it up to get with a guy like jakeÂ
Xoxoflwrs: watch her be with someone else in a few weeks. Wouldnât be surprised.
The comments felt never-ending. With Jake being a high profile idol, it was expected to receive more attention than you were used to. But, this was far harsher than you could have imagined.Â
You didnât understand why strangers were saying such hurtful things about you. They didnât even know you. They didnât even know your relationship with Jake, and how real it was.Â
You know you shouldnât let internet comments bring you so low. But, you couldnât help it. You wanted to take a step away from your phone, to leave such a nasty space. For some reason, you couldnât. Something was forcing your hand to doom scroll for hours, investigating every single comment made about you.Â
Youâve seen so many hate comments, you would think it wouldnât hurt as much whenever a new one comes across your screen. But, it does.Â
Hours pass and youâre pulled away from your doom scrolling by the pain in your neck. You check the time, and canât believe how late itâs become. Jake had schedules all day, and mentioned something about seeing you later that night. But, at the moment, you were feeling so sad and insecure at the moment, you didnât want to see him at all.Â
Before you could text him to let him know the change of plans, your stomach growls. All the despair made you forget to eat all day.Â
You patter toward the kitchen. You open your fridge to seeâŠ.practically nothing. You sigh, realizing you forgot to get groceries. However, two bottles of rosĂ© catch your eye. Wine sounds good right about now. Itâll ease the ache in your chest and the spiral of your emotions, at least temporarily. Thatâs what you think hope.
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Unfortunately, your emotional ache only intensifies- much to your display and surprise. One and a half bottles of wine later, youâre sobbing. Chest stuttering as you gasp for air and tears roll down your cheeks.Â
This isnât fair. You did nothing wrong.Â
You suppose your only crime was being at the wrong place at the wrong time, capturing Jakeâs heart when everyone wants him.
You canât even shoulder this burden with Jake. He seemingly hasnât received even close to the number of nasty comments that you have. Nothing outside of the ordinary celebrity life. You pay the price, he doesn't.
Drunk, tired, and sad, you donât realize how much time has passed. And, you definitely didnât realize you had forgotten to text Jake to not come over after work.
Jake creeps into your apartment, having memorized your code, but quickly stops in his tracks upon the scene that unfolded before him. The last thing he expected to see tonight is you, curled up on the couch, bottle of wine clutched in one hand while the other was doing a poor job of propping you upright.Â
âBaby, hey whatâs going on?âÂ
Jake, the ever loving boyfriend, leaps into action. He sits beside you on the couch, helping you sit up straighter and face him.
âJ-Jake?â You hiccup, his presence finally dawning on you.
âIâm here, sweetheart. Whatâs wrong? What has you crying?â
Jakeâs words have the sticks and stones of internet bullies freezing in mid air. It makes you break down even harder, the alcohol doing nothing to discourage your emotional state.Â
You break down, and heâs pulling you in.
Jake shushes you gently and runs a comforting hand up and down your back. You feel dizzy and light headed, the consequences from drinking so much wine on an empty stomach.Â
âLetâs sober you up, yeah?â Jake gently removes the bottle of wine from your grasp and gets up from the couch. As soon as he leaves your embrace, you miss him, his warmth, and his comfort. You think you hear the coffee machine stirring awake but you canât be sure.Â
Minutes later, Jake returns to you, and sure enough, holding a cup of coffee.Â
âItâs hot baby. Be careful.â He warns.
You nod, but still seem to not fully understand when you bring the cup up to your lips and wince when the liquid burns your tongue.Â
You feel embarrassed, but Jake adorns a soft smile.Â
âOnce you finish your coffee, letâs talk please. You can tell me whatâs wrong.â Jake says softly and places a comforting hand on your knee. You continue to sip, the drink clearing your head almost instantly. You realize you hadnât said anything other than his name since he walked through your door.
âThank you for the coffee. Iâm sorry you had to see me like this. I shouldâve warned you not to come over.â You apologize, hanging your head low. Now that you feel more sober, albeit still tipsy, youâre fully realizing what state Jake found you in.Â
You and Jake are quite a new relationship. Though you told him you love him, heâs never seen you in such a messy and vulnerable state. You wish you had been more prepared for the moment, or more aware it was happening when it was.Â
âNonsense sweetheart. Iâm more concerned than anything.â Jake assures you.
You shouldnât have expected anything less from Jake. In such a mean world, heâs a gentleman.
You donât even know how to explain yourself without sounding silly or childish. Youâre still a little tipsy so youâre brainâs too foggy to really think through what youâre going to say.Â
âPeople are so mean, Jake.â Your voice shakes and your words slur, but youâre making progress explaining to your boyfriend whatâs going on.Â
âYeah baby? Whoâs been mean to you?âÂ
Youâre too drunk to notice the way Jakeâs hand curls into a fist and shoulders tense. No doubt from the protectiveness he feels for you.
âI donât know!â You wail, and Jakeâs brows pinch in confusion. âItâs people on the internet! Jake, theyâre calling me a slut and easy- and tense! Itâs not fair! They donât know me, and all I did was be your girlfriend and fall in love with you. And you donât get any of it, Jake! I pay the price, you donât! Everyone loves you. But, everyone just calls me a slut!â You completely break down, mixing your ramblings with your sobs. Jake nodes patiently, but his frown deepens as you continue.Â
He pulls you in. Your head leans on his chest as Jake holds you close. You continue to cry, letting out all the pent up anguish from the day. You didnât even know you could cry this much. The sobs turn to soft cries, queueing Jake for his turn to speak.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby. When I asked you to be my date, I didnât even think about what people would say. I shouldâve protected you more.â Jakeâs sincerity reaches through your tipsy state. âYou know what? Iâll tweet out a statement right now. Iâll tell everyone to back off- and, Iâll tell my fans to fuck off. No one should speak about you like that.â Itâs Jakeâs turn to ramble. However, even you knew that Jake making a statement would only encourage the discussion of you on the internet.
âJakeyâŠyou canât say anything. Itâll just make everything worse.âÂ
Jake shakes his head, âNo. This is unacceptable. I canât just sit back and let this happen to you-â
âItâs okay. I promise. Iâll learn to deal with it.âÂ
Your apartment reaches a comfortable silence with Jake continuing to hold you on the couch. Though the apartment sits in silence, your minds do not. Jakeâs mind spirals down all the different ways to make you feel better- to make the hate stop. Your mind fills with worries and insecurities about your relationship- what if itâs a bad idea?
âWhat if this is all a big mistake?â Your voice is so quiet- it comes out in a whisper. If you speak it too loudly, it might become true.
Jakeâs eyebrows furrow, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat if youâre making a big mistake? Dating me, I mean. It might blow up in your face.â You continue to whisper, not wanting any of your hypotheticals to actualize.
Jake giggles. Not at you of course. He just finds it a bit silly to ever consider falling in love with you to be a mistake in any capacity.Â
âNever. Even if I knew it would all blow up in my face, Iâd do it anyway. Youâre worth everything, baby. Everything. I mean it.â Jakeâs words reassure you more than he knows. (He knows). He even pulls you closer, giving your body a squeeze.
You lift your head up from your boyfriendâs chest to look him in the eye, faces inches apart.
âI love you.â You whisper, continuing to keep quiet. But this time, not from fear. This time, you keep quiet because no one deserves to hear these words except for Jake. They are for him only.Â
Jake displays his signature smile and leans in to kiss you. A kiss that communicates love, reassurance, and everything in between.Â
In this moment, you realize that even if they call you a slut, Jake makes it all worth it.
disclaimer: This is purely fiction- nothing in these works reflect real of these people. Additionally, I don't own any of the inspired songs.
#jake x reader#enhypen fanfic#enhypen imagine#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#jake enhypen#jake imagine#enhypen#sim jaeyun
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Sebastian Stan Shows His Range in New Films 'The Apprentice' and 'A Different Man'
The 'Pam & Tommy' star appears unrecognizable in two projects that prove he's a master of transformation
JASMIN ROSEMBERG
"I have these very vivid memories,â says 42-year-old actor Sebastian Stan of growing up in Romania during the 1989 revolution.
âOne of them being this Dacia car, driving by with screaming people holding the flag. The flag had a hole in the middle, which they had cut out â [erasing] the communist symbol at the time. And then I remember being on my couch with my mom and my grandmother and neighbors, watching Ceausescu be shot.â
What propelled them was the âobsessionâ Eastern Europeans had with the American Dream. âAll I ever heard about was America: the land of the free, the land of opportunity,â says Stan, who at 8, moved with his mother â a pianist, who named him after composer Johann Sebastian Bach â to Vienna before heading to the U.S.
âI remember coming to this country when I was 12 with my mom and seeing the big Twin Towers of New York City and feeling overwhelmed,â Stan says. âAnd my mom looking at me and saying: âNow you have a chance to become someone.â
Stan takes a seat in an Amiri look with a ring by The Crown Collective.
The memories rushed back to him in 2019, when he was first reading the script for The Apprentice â the biographical film about Donald Trump directed by Iranian-Danish filmmaker Ali Abbasi (Holy Spider, The Last of Us) and penned by Gabriel Sherman (who wrote the Roger Ailes biography The Loudest Voice in the Room).
âI was intrigued there was a movie being made about [Trumpâs] earlier years,â says Stan of The Apprentice, which details Trumpâs rise as a real estate businessman in New York during the â70s and â80s after being taken under the wing of ruthless attorney Roy Cohn (Jeremy Strong) â who dealt in blackmail and had prosecuted the Rosenbergs in the espionage trial that led to their 1953 execution. âI was excited about [Abbasi] as an Iranian-European filmmaker approaching the story.â But after receiving the script, he heard nothing ⊠until 2022.
âOf course, you have hesitation,â says Stan, who takes on the role of the former president and 2024 Republican nominee. âYouâre wondering, âWhy tell the story? What is there to add?â Or, âWhat can I contribute here? I donât look like him.â There were plenty of reservations and my own personal judgements.â
But Stan tried an exercise: âI went back to the script, crossing out the character names and just trying to read it [without] bringing any baggage with me. And I found it to be much more relatable than I had anticipated, in terms of what I felt it was saying about the American Dream. [It was] this point of view of, âYouâve got to get there, youâve got to be perfect, youâve got to win, youâve got to get more.ââ
Now you have a chance to become someone.
Stan in Christian Dior Irvin Rivera for LA Magazine
âYou have to find parts of yourself through which you can understand the people youâre playing,â he says. âFor me, [it was] that moment coming to New York and remembering how grateful I was to finally have a chance â and what my mom was telling me. But I also suddenly felt this burden, which I still feel now sometimes, which is, âWhen is it enough?ââ
In the film, Trump goes from being the impressionable, wide-eyed son of an impossible-to-please real estate developer to a megalomaniacal wheeler-dealer who speaks in hyperbole, is obsessed with appearance (his own and that of his first wife, Ivana â played by Maria Bakalova â a relationship that escalates into sexual assault) and surpasses his master in heartlessness and corruption.
âWe can see how easy it is to make a Faustian deal with the devil in order to win,â Stan says. ââWhat is the cost of this American Dream?â I related [to] seeing a person so determined to get there, no matter what, that he was abandoning who he was in the process.â
Stanâs ascent has been just as remarkable. After acting in school plays in New Yorkâs Rockland County, he studied at Rutgers University before scoring a recurring role on the CW series Gossip Girl. âThe next really big shift I felt was [landing] Marvel, in 2010,â says Stan, who played Captain America colleague Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, a role that led to his signing a nine-picture deal with the studio. Heâs also worked with a string of award-winning directors and actors in films such as Black Swan, The Martian and Destroyer.
Irvin Rivera for LA Magazine
His first experience portraying a real person was in 2017 biopic I, Tonya as figure skater Tonya Hardingâs husband opposite Margot Robbie. For 2022 Hulu miniseries Pam & Tommy, he transformed into Mötley CrĂŒe drummer Tommy Lee, husband to Lily Jamesâ Pamela Anderson â which earned him Golden Globe, Critics Choice and Emmy nominations. The projects âhad one thing in common, which was Craig Gillespie,â Stan says, âan incredible director, who taught me a lot of things about myself I didnât necessarily know I could do.â
In becoming Trump, Stan wanted to rely on prosthetics as little as possible. âBut we were very aware we donât look very similar,â he says. âAnd so, about two months before we started shooting, Ali told me that I should start gaining as much weight as I could in my face.â
Stanâs nutritionist advised him to drink beer â but because Trump doesnât drink, the actor preferred ramen with sodium-packed soy sauce. He adopted the precise way Trump spoke and moved through a process he equates with osmosis: âSubjecting yourself in an obsessive way to watching and listening and reading everything [about Trump] you can find.â
He credits Strong for elevating their work. âWe improvised a lot,â Stan says. âAnd Jeremy was so prepared that I had to do my research to keep up. Like that scene where [Trump and Cohn are] meeting: I would have to know what school [Cohn] went to, and who his last client was, and that he was from the Bronx and had a photographic memory â in case it came up in the improv. Because he knew who was pitching for the Mets in 1976! It was a really immersive experience and we were on our toes together.â
Maria Bakalova as Ivana Trump and Stan as Donald Trump in 'The Apprentice'
After premiering at the 2024 Cannes Film Festival in May, The Apprentice had a hard time finding a U.S. distributor due to Trump threatening legal retaliation. But after Tom Ortenbergâs Briarcliff Entertainment acquired the film in late August, it hit theaters Oct. 11.
Stan also stars in A Different Man, in which he plays Edward, an aspiring actor with neurofibromatosis â a rare genetic skin condition that produces tumors. Edward undergoes a medical procedure in the hopes his new appearance will win him a woman (Renate Reinsve) and better his life. Like The Apprentice, Stan considers this film â which scored him the Silver Bear for Best Leading Performance when it bowed in Berlin â to address self-acceptance.
Stan with Renate Reinsve and Adam Pearson in 'A Different Man'
âItâs this idea, of âthe grass is greener on the other sideâ â and the truth is, you don't know,â says Stan, who lobbied for the role after seeing director Aaron Schimbergâs 2018 Chained for Life. Both that film and A Different Man, released theatrically by A24 in September, star British actor Adam Pearson, who has neurofibromatosis. âI spoke to doctors, Iâve spoken to Adam in-depth about his upbringing,â says Stan, who sat in Mike Marinoâs makeup chair for up to two hours to transform into Edward.
âThe prosthetics were so realistic that when I started to walk around, nobody recognized me ... and it was scary,â he says. âYou see firsthand how we respond to somebody who looks different.â
Irvin Rivera for LA Magazine
Stan next stars in Marvelâs Thunderbolts* with David Harbour, Wyatt Russell, Florence Pugh and Julia Louis-Dreyfus, out in May 2025. âIt's a funny group of not-perfect antiheroes that are trying to come to terms with their pasts, and I think people will get behind them," he says.
Heâll reunite with Pam & Tommyâs James on horror thriller Let the Evil Go West, about a railroad worker who stumbles into a fortune that comes at a price â âa very different movie than our last experience," he notes. And heâs producing Blue Banks, from Romanian writer-director Andreea Cristina Bortun.
âItâs this really personal film about a single motherâs journey with her son in Romania, which reminded me a lot of my humble beginnings with my mom â and how tough it was after the revolution, as a single parent, to take care of your kid and at the same time, provide,â Stan says.
âA lot of parents had to leave their kids behind to get a job somewhere else â which is what happened with me for a couple years, until I started living with my mom again. I was with my grandparents," he adds. "It explores the implications and the suffering that comes at the hands of a system that has oppressed people for so long. And then theyâre left with trying to find their way.â
SEBASTIAN STANLEADING MEN OF 2024 NOVEMBER 2024
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Last night, I was once again struggling to actually write smut for a Harvey/Bruce/Gilda fic, when I noticed a very timely new guest comment on my Gilda fic, Bust. It was the first truly critical response Iâve gotten so far, and while that sort of thing would normally send me into a depressive tizzy, I actually found it really interesting!
So instead of actually writing the ship, as I should have been, I wanted to take this opportunity to think about just why the heck I shipped them in the first place.
Hereâs how I responded, with added scans to hopefully better illustrate my point, plus some additions that occurred to me upon drafting this post:
Iâm actually glad you raised this point, because I would have felt the exact same as you just a few years ago!
Iâm gray-asexual, and I used to be a bit bothered by the rise of Bruce/Harvey shippers, because it was their canonical platonic FRIENDSHIP that mattered so much to me. I gradually warmed up to the shippers, because 1.) I realized I was ace and they probably werenât, and 2.) they at least understood the importance of Bruce and Harveyâs bond, which is more than I can say for LOTS of official DC media.
Still, something bugged me about the ship, and I realized what it was: the lack of Gilda from the equation. Sheâs always been deeply important to me, especially her scant older appearances, and erasing her for a Bruce/Harvey ship (even one Iâd come to appreciate) didnât sit right with me.
But like you said, itâs not canon, and Iâve always been deeply invested in canon, even the stuff thatâs frustrating and contradictory. So yeah, the throuple would have bugged me too.
Except! It all depends on WHICH canon youâre talking about!
So over the past 15 years, Iâve been obsessed with tracking down the entirety of the obscure, forgotten Batman newspaper comic strip from 1989-1991. Iâve posted the entire thing at @batman-daily, and I strongly encourage you to check it out. A couple years ago, I reread it and noticed something really interesting: the remarkable relationship between Bruce, Harvey, and the latterâs wife, Alice, who is Gilda in every way but name. They are all mutual friends, with Alice even going to visit Bruce alone to help/bully him to take care of himself.
It all reads like a perfect long-game setup for a love triangle, or for Harveyâhaving become Two-Faceâto go after his loved ones in a jealous rage, like he did in Paul Diniâs âTwo-Timer,â a story which notably showed that Grace had feelings for Bruce.
With that in mind, consider the final story arc of the newspaper strip, wherein Bruce acknowledges his OWN feelings for Alice and PASSIONATELY KISSES HER, all in a hilariously roundabout way to save her marriage to Harvey! It makes sense in context and is frankly hilarious.
And it works! Because Harvey isnât jealous! The love triangle conflict you expect NEVER HAPPENS! Because they all love one another! And that love saves Harvey in the very end!
Was it explicitly a throuple? No, but nor have Bruce and Harvey ever canonically touched dicks. And yet the love between Bruce and Harvey in canon is true and real enough that shippers who want to make it sexual are perfectly allowed to do so, because itâs the love that matters. At least, for those of us who arenât afraid to acknowledge the love between men, platonic or otherwise. And that love is rooted in canon.
So consider this: the mutual three-way-love between Bruce, Harvey, and Alice/Gilda is ALSO canon. That comic strip has been officially accepted as DC multiverse canon in the âCrisis on Infinite Earths: Absolute Edition,â which designated it as Earth-1289.
Furthermore, thereâs something else you need to consider: the fact that Harvey HAS been used in love triangles against Bruce in several stories in recent decades. I already mentioned âTwo-Timer,â but thereâs also Nolanâs âThe Dark Knight,â the animated âGotham By Gaslightâ film, and the Telltale game. In various ways, these stories serve to throw a wedge in the friendship between Bruce (the protagonist, whose story serves him) and Harvey (the guy who is going to lose it all, the woman included). I hate that shit. I hate the contrived drama thatâs meant to stir up needless added conflict between two men who love each other.
And then, on the other hand, you have Mariko Tamakiâs Gilda story from âBatman: Black and White.â Tamaki depicted Harvey and Gilda being in a distant, loveless marriage, where even on their wedding day, he was constantly ignoring her in favor of work. The only person who could actually get his attention was Bruce.
At the time, this felt an awful lot like that problem I was talking about with the Bruce/Harvey shippers: raising up the gay ship while throwing the woman under the bus. In this case, for the purpose of doing an avenging girlboss take on Gilda. I hated that too, especially when Tamaki didnât even follow through with the gay subtext in her next, miserable Two-Face comic.
You know that meme of a bride, groom, and best man all kissing one another, while the bride flips off the cameraman in the end? @whipbogard redrew the Tamaki wedding scene as that meme, right around the time I reread the comic strip. And suddenly, everything clicked into place for me.
After a lifetime of never, ever having any serious fandom ships, I fell in love with the idea of Bruce/Harvey/Gilda. Take what the comic strip did and bring it into the mainstream canon I love to spite the canon I hate.
In those great old Gilda stories, she saw through Harveyâs bullshit and knew how to reach him, however temporarily. She could do the same with Bruce. Sheâd be a valuable third voice for the ongoing toxic relationship between Bruce and Harvey, the one who could love them both while also getting to be frustrated with how fucking stupid and fucked-up both these men are.
Before she was reduced to a ride-or-die killer housewife in "The Long Halloween" (which, I'll grant you, has its own appeal), classic Gilda would actually stand up to Harvey and tell him to cut out his shit or else. I love the idea that she can also see right through Bruce, understanding how very alike he and Harvey are, even if they don't want to admit it.
Writing Gilda this way speaks to me as a longtime fan of both men, while also wanting to try to develop her place, as a woman stuck in the middle of their decades' worth of conflict and angst. She sees these men at their best, worst, and most pathetic/ridiculous, and while she's got the nerve to stand up for herself and call them out as needed, she still loves them nonetheless. For me, Gilda has become the voice for fans just like me, who are helpless to stop Batman and Two-Face from continuing the cycle of violent, toxic friendship, but still loving them nonetheless, and always hoping for the best.
So, at this point, letâs say Iâve at least managed to make you grudgingly accept my reasoning for the relationship. Even if thatâs true, Iâm gonna guess that the mention of a threesome felt like it came out of left field. I canât argue with that. I wanted to actually write that as its own smutfic but, being ace, I struggle with that. But I really liked the idea, and as I was writing this, it just really wanted to be mentioned, so I included it.
The response has been positive (until now), which indicated to me that I had been successful in introducing Gilda as a viable third into a slice of fandom which had only shipped Bruce and Harvey. This is fanfic, after all, such things are expected, even encouraged, so I leaned into it.
Now, if I were ever (un?)fortunate enough to write for DC, officially? I doubt Iâd have the nerve to go that far. But Iâd still want to at least embrace the polycule-coded relationship between those three that we saw in the newspaper comic strip. I think it adds a whole new, refreshing spin on their ongoing dynamics, while being rooted in relationships that were established all the way back in 1942 by Bill Finger.
Fingerâs story, at its heart, was all about how love can save a life. How love is the only way to defeat the villain. For Harvey Kentâs part, Gildaâs love was every bit as important as Batmanâs unwillingness to give up on his friend. So Iâm just taking it one step further within the freedom allowed me by fanfic.
Sorry for the length of the reply, but as you can see, I only came to this shit after several decades of thinking about 80+ years of official material. I hope I have at least been able to lessen your feelings of being jarred out of a story you otherwise seemed to appreciate. For my part, I hope to further develop the potential of this fucked-up polycule in future stories, and maybeâjust maybeâIâll be able to get you on board too. Hope to see you then!
(art by ofossart)
#I hope I actually managed to address that personâs criticisms#I worry that I just took this opportunity to ramble about the ship#Because I really do empathize with their complaints#gilda dent#harvey dent#gilda gold#batman#bruce wayne#twoface#two face#two-face#dc comics#dc fanfic#batman fanfiction#Batman fanfic
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Dick Grayson & Tim Drake: Reading Guide
Once upon a time, two kids met at a circus... and the rest is history.
table of contents:
who are these losers?
what's fun about them?
why a reading guide?
how does the reading guide work? (tl;dr: there are quick recs, a selected chronological list, and a complete chronological list)
where is the spreadsheet? (x)
who are they?
Dick Grayson and Tim Drake: the first Robin and the third Robin.
Also known as the circus boy and the earnest computer geek, the hotshot and the pretender, the slighted prince and the new apprentice, the acolyte and the hanger-on, Nightwing and Robin, Batman and Robin, Batman and Red Robin, and Marcia and Cindy (BftC 3, N 110 & 119, B 617, DC 677, Detention Comics 1, R 168, RR 14).
Or as Jason calls them, "You idiots" (TT 47).
More seriously, Dick Grayson is one of the most enduring comic characters ever - he's been around since Detective Comics 38 in 1940! He's Batman's first ward, first partner, and eldest son. When Dick's parents are murdered, Bruce identifies with him, comforts him, and takes him into his home, where Dick ultimately volunteers to join his crimefighting mission. By candlelight, the Dynamic Duo swear an oath: That we two will fight together against crime and corruption and never swerve from the path of righteousness!
Tim Drake was created in Batman 436 and formally introduced in Lonely Place of Dying. He's a lonely kid who imprints on Dick when they meet as children, and Dick hugs him and promises to do a quadruple somersault for him; he's horrified and worried about Dick in the aftermath of the Graysons' murder, which he witnesses. He watches Batman comfort Dick, deduces Robin's secret identity, and becomes a secret devotee of the Dynamic Duo. Though he admires them both, it's ultimately Dick who he idolizes and tries to emulate when Bruce is spiraling: Batman needs a Robin. No matter what he thinks he wants.
Their slow-burn strangers-to-friends-to-brothers-to-antagonists-to-brothers-again arc develops from 1989 to 2011, and it's one of the standout examples of the DC Post-Crisis era's commitment to gradual character development and careful continuity.
what's fun about them?
SO MUCH!!! But one of my favorite things is their friendship has RANGE!! They go from sweet kids to tense strangers to loyal friends to brothers over the course of real-life years and tons of comics. They fight, they tease each other, they get protective, they worry, they chase each other down, they walk away... there's just so much story here.
They meet at the circus as children, when both their parents are still alive. They meet again, years later, when Bruce is reeling from Jason's death and they team up to stop him from hurting anyone. In the early days, they're brothers-in-arms and never quite family - instead, Dick is Bruce's loyal-but-estranged eldest son, and Tim is Bruce's new loyal-but-wary apprentice, with his own family and his own semi-estranged dad. The slow process of evolving toward found-family is a delight to watch.
They work together as Nightwing and Robin over four years of in-universe time and for over twenty years of real-time, gradually forging a fierce bond of friendship and, ultimately, brotherhood.
Then Bruce dies, and they have some huge fights.
But even when they're estranged, even when they're not speaking... they never stop loving and trying to protect each other. No matter what.
why a reading guide?
Quotes from New Titans 60 and Batman 441 (1989), Nightwing 25 (1998), Nightwing 69 (2002), Red Robin 1 (2009), Red Robin 12 (2010), Gates of Gotham 3 and Detective Comics 874 (2011)
I think reading guides are cool!! And somebody asked me about one!
More generally, I think reading guides are always helpful, but especially with Dick & Tim... you know, when I first started out trying to read their comics, I got kinda overwhelmed. Because on the one hand there's SO MUCH CONTENT - they're one of the classic enduring friendships in all of post-Crisis! their relationship is a HUGE BIG DEAL! they're constantly calling each other and hanging out and supporting each other and arguing!
But at the same time, all of that content is scattered across lots of different books, in Robin and Nightwing and Detective Comics and Batman and New Titans and Titans and Young Justice and Teen Titans and Shadow of the Bat and Gotham Knights and Birds of Prey and Showcase and DC Holiday Specials and so on and so forth. There's not One Definitive Place where you can read The Dick-and-Tim Story.
So: a reading guide!
how does the reading guide work?
Dick and Tim are in over 400 comics together and over 800 comics each separately. That's a whole lot of comics! So I've made a spreadsheet with three different reading guides, depending on how interested you are in these two:
1-5 Quick Recs: If you just want to check out a couple comics, check out these quick recs for "if you like fluff," "if you like angst," etc.
200 Starter Comics: If you want to do a comprehensive, chronological Dick-and-Tim read without committing to all the comics, this list has some of their major team-ups plus some solo comics so you know what the heck is going on. Most of them have a "sneak peek" you can use to decide if you want to read it.
Big List: A complete list of all the comics Dick and Tim are in, in chronological order, with links to dc.fandom and to DC Universe Infinite. It has filter views.
This spreadsheet was a labor of love, obsession, and SO MUCH PROCRASTINATING doing other things. I update it sometimes.
where is the spreadsheet?
it's here. have fun <3
#anyway sibling asked what i was working on a while back and i said that i was looking up regex formulas#so that i could create hyperlinks for a massive spreadsheet organizing a list of twenty-year-old batman comics#and sibling said ''uh. oh. okay'' and i said 'WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IT :D' and sibling declined dsfdsfdsfds#genius is never understood in its own time#i really do not know how to tag this so that i'll remember what i tagged it. guide? list? COMIC guide? comic reading order?#comic reading guide#comic recs#i guess. i got nothing#dick & tim#dick grayson#tim drake
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Fluffbruary, Day 6
February 6: tie | embarrassment | dessert
Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling
Rated G
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It's the middle of the afternoon when his stranger shows up at the New Inn, a smile on his face, naming Hob friend. Apologizing for his absence.
"Welcome," Hob says, shoving his marking into his satchel. "Let me get you a glass of wine."
His stranger sits silently as he asks Katie for another pint and orders a glass of Malbec.
"The good one," he clarifies, and she grins.
"Got it, Robbie," she says, with a curious glance at his companion, and then they're alone again.
His friend is still watching him, that smile on his face, and Hob can't help but take a moment simply to look. He thinks about asking why they didn't meet in 1989, why he was left adrift and alone, but it doesn't matter. Not really. He's here now.
"What were you working on when I arrived?" his friend asks, his gaze shifting briefly to Hob's satchel before anchoring firmly on Hob's face once more.
"Marking," he says, and his friend's brow furrows. "Checking my students' work," he adds. "I'm a professor now! Me, can you imagine?"
And then he's off, the familiar rhythm of their past meetings suddenly returning. He talks for so long that his voice falters. There is so much to tell his friend about. X-rays and the space race, vinyl records and the internet. With a word to Katie, he switches from beer to water, and keeps going.
His friend is no more talkative about himself than usual, but he seems more engaged, less... dour. He asks questions, and is more expressive than Hob has ever seen him. Hob even thinks he tried the wine Hob chose for him, though the nearly full glass now sits on the table between them.
He is in the middle of explaining the miracle of organ transplants when his stomach growls, loud enough to be heard from across the table even in the busy pub, and he breaks off in embarrassment.
"Pardon me," he says with a laugh.
"I have kept you from your evening meal," his friend says, shifting in his seat, and Hob lunges, half-desperate, as it looks like he might rise. His friend stills, eyes widening a fraction.
"No, no! It's fine!" Hob says, lowering his hand from its aborted grasp. Please don't leave! He takes a moment to breathe, to calm himself.
"We have shared a meal before," he reasons, though of course, his friend has never eaten. He has remained while Hob has eaten, though, and that's what he's hoping for now. "We could do so again. If you'd like."
His friend nods his agreement, so quickly that Hob thinks he might not be the only one unready for the evening to end.
He orders a steak and ale pie, and when Katie asks his friend for his order and he declines, Hob asks for two forks. His friend raises an eyebrow at that, and Hob simply grins. One day, he'll find something that tempts his friend - his need to feed those he cares about is strong. Stronger still because his friend looks like he's missed a fair few meals recently.
If he even eats. Perhaps he lives on words. Heaven knows Hob has given him plenty of those.
His meal arrives, and he breaks the crust of the steaming pie, smiling as he inhales the aroma of the thick gravy that wafts out.
He has eaten a few bites in between his words when his friend shifts in his chair, reaching for the fork in front of him.
Hob watches, fascinated, as he scoops up a small bite of beef, a morsel of crust, and a tiny bit of gravy. Those petal pink lips part as he tastes it, head tilted like a bird's as he considers it.
"It is pleasingly savory," he pronounces as he sets the fork down again, and Hob grins.
"That it is, friend," he says in agreement, applying himself to his meal and his tale.
"Dessert then, Robbie?" Katie asks a few minutes later, as she brings him another glass of water and sees the remains of his meal.
Hob debates for approximately three seconds. "Yeah, go on then."
Katie laughs as she picks up his plate. "The usual?"
"Please, and two forks."
There's so much more to tell his friend about - there always is - but Hob feels mostly talked out. This is by far the longest his friend has ever lingered, and he can't ignore the ache of the knowledge that soon, their meeting must end.
Unwilling to prematurely give into the melancholy that always arrives after these evenings, Hob pushes it away and says, "The kitchen here is fantastic. In some ways, pub food is the same as it's always been, but some things are so different now..."
He's in the middle of explaining gastropubs and fusion cuisine when Katie approaches their table once more, and he breaks off.
"Ah, thanks, love," he says, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as she sets down their dessert. "Butterscotch bread pudding with vanilla bean ice cream and housemade whiskey caramel sauce. It's absolutely the best thing on the menu. It's won awards."
Lifting the shot glass of caramel, he upends it, drizzling it over the pudding sizzling in its little cast iron pot. The ice cream is melting slowly into the top of the pudding, and the smell is divine.
Hob digs in and pops a bite in his mouth. It's too hot, burning his tongue, and it's absolutely worth it.
His friend picks up his fork and digs out a tiny bite to try, and Hob watches his eyes widen, his pleasure clear on his face in a way that has Hob shift in his seat. He's beautiful.
"Good, innit?"
He says nothing, but his fork dips again, lifts a larger bite this time.
Sweet tooth, then, Hob thinks. Got it.
He goes in for another bite as well, picking the thread of his words back up.
He's talking about the rise of the celebrity chef a few moments later, reaching for another bite, when his fork scrapes against iron, and he blinks and looks down. The little pot is empty, only a few drops of caramel sauce and a few smears of melted ice cream remaining. Hob has had maybe three bites.
He looks up, astonished. His friend looks back serenely, but there are spots of color, high on his pale cheeks. He sets his fork down.
Hob could not stop the smile breaking over his face for all the money in the world. His friend's lips twitch, the corner tucking into a tiny smile, and Hob notices there is the smallest drop of caramel sauce at the corner of his friend's mouth.
Hob entertains a very brief fantasy of leaning across the table and licking it off, tasting the sweetness of the caramel and his friend's perfect skin.
Clearing his throat and shoving the thought away, he sets his own fork down. They are not unfamiliar, these little moments of want that flash within him, whenever they share an evening. They are what sustain him in the long decades between their meetings.
His friend's gaze is sharp on his face, but those spots of color remain.
"I apologize for consuming your dessert."
"Our dessert, friend. Two forks, remember? I'm just glad you enjoyed it. Would you like another?"
His friend looks away, out the window long since gone dark.
"The hour grows late," he says, and Hob tries not to flinch. "And I have. Difficult work ahead of me. But. Perhaps we might meet again soon. To share this dish. Or perhaps another."
Hob's breath catches, his heart pounding. I will take you to every bakery and dessert shop in London, he thinks. England! The world!
"I would like that very much, my friend," he says.
"Dream," he says as he stands, looking down at Hob with the same smile he had when he first came in. "You may call me Dream."
"Good night, Dream, my friend," Hob says, trying not to choke on the emotion that swamps him. "I hope to see you soon."
"You shall, Hob Gadling. Good night, my friend."
Between one blink and the next, he's gone.
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Thanks to @fluffbruary for the prompt, and to the Morrison in Atwater Village for the best damn bread pudding I've had in my life.
#dreamling#centennial husbands#the sandman#hob gadling#dream of the endless#fluffbruary#fluffbruary 2024#my fic#tumblr fic#fic challenges#my immortal sunshine boy#my sad wet king of cats
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In Rishikesh, 1968. Photo courtesy of Paul Horn.
âThe things I learned from the yogis and mystics of the East are still in me. And I think in the end, no matter what happens with this planet, the only answer really lies within each of us. Now doctors are saying Meditation should be introduced into the National Health. Why do you think we were saying this in 1967? They all said we were a bunch of lunatics, but itâs proven now that we werenât that dumb after all.â - George Harrison, Daily Express, July 29, 1989 âGeorge wanted to support anyone dedicating time or helping people to have better understanding of their purpose of life. And that included Transcendental Meditation, Self-Realization Fellowship, the Hare Krishna movement, you know, anyone who had a desire to find out something of the more spiritual nature, George was really ready to support. I mean, not everything, he didnât tolerate kooks much, you know? But he really â he thought that schools should teach yoga, should teach people how to live. He thought that an education â they werenât teaching children things that really would help them with their internal life.â - Olivia Harrison, NPR, 2004
#George Harrison#quote#quotes about George#quotes by George#Harrison spirituality#George and Olivia#The Beatles#fits queue like a glove
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Assinging the endless to dead boy detectives characters because I can. (With explanations using a mix of comic and tv show lore)
Edwin - dream This was a hard choice, and while Despair was the more Canon choice as she claimed him as her friend in the 7th episode. Alternatively, I like exploring the similarities in dream and Edwin's character arch. In the comics edwin died in 1916 and escaped hell in 1989 much like the show, in the comics dream was kidnapped from 1916-1989 as opossed to the show where he escapes in 2020 or 2021 (I am unsure as to which one) they also both go through archs of finding companionship/acecpting people into their life and finding a greater purpose/finding peace with the one they're given. They're also both the bitchy intellectual type and hate most people.
Charles - destruction. I see so much fan content with him and desire, and while I see the vision, I have to disagree. (I also wanted to save them for the much more obvious choice) Destruction abandoned his position after he saw science being used as a tool for destruction because he didn't want to be the cause of massive devastation or obliteration (paraphrased from destructions page on the sandman wiki) and if that's not so incredibly Charles I don't know what is. Charles arch, we see him deal with this destructive type of anger he wants nothing to do with, so much so he represses all of it with a smile until it becomes too much.
Crystal - destiny. I gave her destiny because her arch and plotting in so intertwined with Edwin and Charles's it feels like it was nothing but destiny. Without her they wouldn't of even noticed the Becky Jackson case, the start of everything. Nothing would've happened without her. Because of her charles faced things he was hiding from himself for years, edwin let other people into his life, they wouldn't of saved niko if Crystal never had that quick interaction with her in episode one. She is so intertwined into everything I wouldn't be surprised if she was crafted by destiny himself.
Niko - death. There are multiple reasons why I gave niko death (including and in spite of the obvious). The biggest one is her future role as the principal, an employee of the afterlife and death. This is also another case of the personalities lining up. Death is seen as welcoming and kind despite being hated and feared as a concept. Death is also seen as wise and understands her role in life she is also the endless dream is closest with. On the sound of her wings when dream is feeling down about his quest for his tools being she allows him to shadow doing her job and offers him advice about his own state. I also just think death and dream's relationship is so similar to niko and Edwin's.
The cat king - desire. Really, this one is obvious. I don't know what you want me to say. His kingdom is all about want and pleasure, wuth is literally desire. His entire role is just to wake edwin up to his own desires. This is such a common concept that the most popular head Canon for him is that he is desires child.
Jenny - despair. I almost gave despair to edwin along with dream given their Canon interaction, but I decided otherwise. We don't know much about Jenny's backstory, but things can be assumed and interpreted certain ways. She owns her family's butcher shop but no family is ever mentioned (outside of a quick anecdote about her father in episode 5 but more on that later), she doesn't seem to have any friends or a social life for that matter. The letters, she reads them and follows up on the but is immediately off put on the idea of a date, which ended horribly. Her father, described as an acholohic and raging narcissist, couldn't have been a man who provided a great childhood either, yet she still took up his butcher shop. We can assume he's out of the picture for one reason or another as Jenny runs the shop herself. The first piece of advice she offers essentially boils down to people who are selfish, it can be assumed this is pulled from personal experience. Jenny is a character surrounded by despair and has grown so comfortable in it she doesn't even notice it anymore.
Tragic mick - delirium. The only endless to have 2 forms, delirium used to be delight before she evolved to delirium for reasons unknown to even destiny. Mick initially seen as comfortable in his human for until we learn about the washer woman. Niko gives him a piece of sea glass in hope it will help but instead we see him descend further into the quite madness he's proven himself into. Then we hear his story, a tragedy about a walrus forec to live the rest of his life as a human because of a bad decision. He's winds up mad (or delirious if you will) by thus decision, now wanting nothing more than to go back to being a walrus.
Bonus (Esther, monty, and the night nurse as various sandman characters) (little explanation, sorry)
Esther- the Corinthian. Created (or blessed) by a god-like deity for a certain purpose but took it too far out of pure selfishness
Monty- Mathew. Simply because they're both anthropomorphic birds.
The night nurse- lucienne/ lucien. A loyal assiant to their respective endless. Certain events cause them to drift from what they've always done or thought.
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko sasaki#the cat king#jenny green#tragic mick#the endless#the sandman#esther finch#monty the crow#the night nurse
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Anonymous asked:
My friends â€ïž I know the mood around here is down right now. Thatâs valid! I completely hear you. I know all too well how hard the heartbreak can hit having to watch the terrible stunting. Take a break if you need it. Take care of you always. But never lose your hope!!! Remember the end game!!! Weâve had so much movement forward since the release of Tortured Poets!
Maybe Iâm too far down the đđłïž to be saved. But for reasons we canât comprehend, the stunting and shenanigans still matter to her. I donât want to be misinterpreted.. itâs SUCKY and we ARE hurt. I feel it too. But I have seen too much of the light coming through from the other side now. Between Robin and the đ messages coming to fruition and the change in her Betty speech and the rainbow 1989 outfits and the lesbian flag colored Lover suit and all the âđŒ and Karlie telling us sheâs in Paris and the Lover house falling like a facade.. weâve been given a feast of clues in a world where we only get crumbs most of the time. Sheâs probably still going to stunt sometimes, and it probably will still sting. But đ once said âThe finish line is closer than it may appear. Transformation is imminent. Hold on to your blind faith a moment longer, now. And remember that reputation is illusion, expectation the magician.â Maybe my blind optimism is to blame, but this is real and we all know it. We can feel it! â€ïž
Now - hear me out: đ« said âFive, six, Lay it on thick.â So for the months of May and June.. the stunting might be turned way up. But you know what else has been turned WAY up? The flagging to us!! From both Taylor and Karlie. This may even be why weâre still getting âđŒ from Taylor Nation, Karlie and Taylor. 2 story lines, 2 narratives being publicly displayed, 2 completely different sides of the story.. but only 1 that catches the publicâs eye. An illusionist, if you will. I believe she created this narrative on purpose. When itâs a lesbian flag colored body suit and boots, itâs âjust colorsâ but when itâs Red and Yellow in 1989, itâs âfor Tr*vis!!â Interesting double standard set by TAYLOR herself. She IS the mastermind!! The time will come for us to finally win. I believe that.
I love you all and this community we share. Please take the time away if you need it. Come back when youâre ready. We will always be here! â€ïž
I leave you with this: âOne day, people will say youâre the lucky ones. All I can ask of you is this: To have an open mind, rolling new ideas over in your thoughts and keeping only what feels right.â đ
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Thinking more about Dream not telling Hob why he missed the 1989 meeting, and while I love the humor and absurdity of Dream just being terrible at communicating, I canât help but also think about the angst in how Dream views the whole situation.
We know that Dream blames himself for what happened, holds himself responsible for being captured and the decay of his realm in his absence, considers the whole thing a failure on his part.Â
I can imagine Dream not telling Hob where he was because he truly believes it is irrelevant. It was his fault he missed their appointment and thatâs all that matters. The details are superfluous, would just sound like he was making excuses for his own mistakes. Heâs trying to grow, it would not do to place the blame of the past century on anyone but himself and his own weakness. It was not Roderick Burgess who hurt Hob Gadling.
And at first, Hob is a little frustrated. Happy to see the stranger, obviously, but still carrying a tinge of hurt at having been stood up over something so innocuous.Â
But the meeting continues and he canât not notice all the red flags. His stranger is so different, and not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that speaks to something having happened. And heâs more open, giving Hob the answers heâs wanted for so long (his name is Dream) and yet when it comes to their missed meeting itâs impossible to get a straight answer out of him. He says please forgive me, says my failure kept me from you, but he wonât tell him where he was.Â
I donât think anything would come to light that first meeting, or even the first few after that, but I think Hob becomes more and more aware that Dream isnât telling him everything- not because of pride, but because of something painfully close to shame.Â
And I donât know how it ends. I donât know what finally tips Hob over the edge into pushing Dream to tell him the full story, into finally getting Dream to explain the past century, full of rage and pain towards Roderick and Alexander Burgess yet still interrupting himself several times to make sure Hob understands that it was Dreamâs fault, he was weak, he was prideful, he understands, heâs not trying to shirk his responsibility-
But of course ultimately Hob embraces Dream with all his strength, and curses the Burgesses, and cries for his friendâs pain, and forgives him and resolves him and tries his very best to ease as much of Dreamâs guilt as he can.
(Which isnât much. But itâs a start.)
#ramblings#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#dreamling#Dream hates Roderick Burgess but he hates himself more#one of the many pillars of my personal Dream characterization#no it doesn't say anything about me personally
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I Wish You Would
pairing. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x afab!reader
word count. 3.3k
warnings. ANGST!!
author's note. this is for @laracrofted 1989 writing challenge. my song was I Wish You Would. and a special thanks goes out to @withahappyrefrain, @bobfloydsbabe, and @rae-gar-targaryen for letting me use your OC's as the bride and wedding dates for the daggers in this fic. well, here is some angsty angst for you all. also, the venue i'm writing about is a real place called The Farmhouse Siloam, and this is the dress I wrote the reader in.
The invitation had arrived earlier that year. It didnât shock you that Jake was actually getting married, but having something tangible telling you was a little odd. Danica and Jake started off on an interesting foot. The way Jake had talked about her in secret wouldnât have made it obvious, but once you all met Danica everything about the relationship made sense. She was the exact kind of woman that drove Jake crazy, in a good way. Thatâs one thing you and Bradley had always agreed on. That Hangman would hang the stars for his Venus, something you found out Bradley would have trouble doing for you.
The relationship hadnât been terrible, honestly, it was the best relationship you had ever had. One that you thought about regularly, even though you continually told everyone you were over it. So, when Jake and Danica gave you the heads up that they were also inviting Bradley, you gave them questioning looks. Why would that even matter? It was their wedding anyways, they could invite whoever they wanted. Itâs not like that final not was still something you thought about daily. But how would they had known that? They couldnât have when you always told them the opposite.
Neither of you were bad people, but that night would have told anyone the opposite. Both of your words were laced with venom, neither one of you knowing how to convey your thoughts properly. It wasnât like either of you, but things had gotten out of hand quick. One thing lead to another, escalating past the point of control.
An uneven breath passed your lips while you looked in the mirror. The dress you had picked was something simple. A two strap summery dress with a bustier built in. It was covered in a muted pastel floral print. Cielo and Abby had helped you pick it out. You bought it with the thought of being able to wear it again, and not to draw the attention of anyone specific.
Even though you and Bradley ended on poor terms, you still yearned for him. Almost two years later and you still wished for something. But you werenât just hoping and wishing for him to reach out to you, you were also wishing you could have changed things. Wished you would have never hung up on him. Wished that maybe you wouldnât have said the things you did. Wished that you would have swallowed your pride and reached out. Too many wishes, but it was all in the past and you couldnât change it now.
All you could do now was face the day. Face the fact that you would be seeing him again. Face the emotions that were going to resurface.
You did a small twirl, calming your nerves in the process. If anything you could hide with Mickey, Cielo, Abby, Bob, and Reuben if things became too much. Or at least just Cielo and Abby. No matter what, you would survive. Ignoring the sensation tightening in your chest, you moved to the bathroom to finish your makeup.
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Bradley stared at himself in the dressing room mirror, ignoring all of those who were fluttering around him. He had known about this day for a long time. Hell, he knew when Jake decided he was going to propose. Jake had immediately sent him and Javy a picture of the ring. Eager. That was all Bradley had thought about it. Bradley had a slightly pessimistic view on love now.
After his last relationship, he took a break from love. It was too painful, the only thing in the world that could hurt everyone. Even those whose walls were so high, heart so guarded. Those like Bradley.
Love had been the most damaging thing in Bradleyâs life. The love for his father? Heart breaking. The love for his mother? Life altering. The love he had once felt for Maverick? Trust breaking. The love he had for you? World crumbling. It wasnât worth it anymore in his mind. He had tried it multiple times, each time ending in pain.
The pain he had felt with you had been different though. It was a shared one, a pain he could tell that you were also experiencing. It wasnât like when his dad just never returned home, or when his mom took her final breath in the hospital, or when Mav set him back. All of that had been one sided, him being the only one being hurt. But when he saw the tears roll down your cheeks, the way your chest heaved with each breath. That finally click he heard when you hung up. The ache in his chest as he stared at the phone, deciding not to call you back.
Yeah, you had been the one to hang up, but Bradley had been the one who did nothing. He didnât do anything in that moment except let you slip through his fingers, like sand in an hour glass. He regretted it to this day. Knowing he should have at least reached out but didnât. It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He finally popped his collar up then ran the tie for his suit around it.
He hadnât been this dressed up, outside of his Navy regalia, in a long time. The last time he remembered was for your cousins wedding. A smile drifted to his lips, but only a small one, as he recalled the way you had tied his tie for him. Your face was so calm and focused, threading the material through the knot and tightening it up for him. His own hands followed the same pattern that yours once did. He was never able to capture it completely, but he always preferred how you had tied his ties.
âCrazy, huh?â Javy said while grabbing Bradleyâs shoulder and pulling him close.
âThatâs one word for it,â Bradley let out a little chuckle.
The two of them sat there for a moment, silence over taking them. Javy's bright smile faded a little when he met Bradleyâs gaze in the mirror. Javy wasnât oblivious to what today meant for Bradley, Jake neither. Jake had told Bradley immediately when Danica sent out invitations. Bradley was happy you would be there, seeing the union of two amazing friends. But he couldnât ignore the anxiety festering in his chest.
âIf you need anything, just ask man.â
âThanks.â
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Throughout the entire ceremony you had fought the urge to throw up. Which now lead to you in the bathroom, waiting for your nausea to calm down. It was the worst symptom of anxiety you got, that and the tightness in your chest. You didnât think that seeing Bradley would do this to you. You had been preparing and hyping yourself up all morning, only for him to crack it all with one look. A look he didnât even return.
You moved to the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. Thatâs when you noticed something that you didnât catch prior. Well, you had âcaughtâ it, but didnât realize the full extent of your choice in lipstick. It was Bradleyâs favorite shade. It was a soft neutral, one you wore cause it went with everything. Bradley had loved it because, âIt just makes you glowâ, or at least that was what he had told you. Your fingertips almost brushed your lips, but you stopped yourself and simple smiled.
The reception was gorgeous, the entire thing had been gorgeous. It was an outdoor venue, a boho-esque farm house that had been transitioned into a wedding venue. People were swarming everywhere, waiting to the newly weds and wedding party to show up for things to officially start. You made your way up the steps of the outdoor pavilion, looking around only to find familiar faces staring back at you. Danica and Jake had been kind enough to put all their good friends at the same table. Bob and Mickey both noticed you at the same time, alerting everyone else at the table of your presence.
âLook who finally decided to show up,â Reuben said as he stood to pull your chair out for you.
âAs if I wouldnât miss this,â you replied while sitting down.
âThatâs right, canât stay away from us,â Mickey said with a big grin.
The night had moved fast. Dinner had been an event, Javy making his way over to your guys table to greet everyone. Jake and Danica eventually came over too, only after making sure to say hello to all the extended family, which Mickey was claiming you all were a part of. You, Cielo, Abby, and Natasha had talked about the struggles of finding the perfect guest dresses. Bob chiming in to say that you all looked phenomenal, only to turn red when you all complimented him back while Abby pressed a kiss to his cheek. The only person that was missing from your group was Bradley.
Your anxiety about the situation had subsided when the wedding party walked in. Bradley had actually looked at you, even gave you a small smile. The butterflies you had felt werenât brand new, but they werenât something you had felt in a long time. They were a regular thing Bradley used to give you, no matter how comfortable you had become with him. Butterflies on your one year anniversary, two year, and even three year.
Your gazes didnât stop meeting throughout the entirety of dinner. He calmly sat at the wedding party table, disappearing at some point. The thought about finding him had crossed your mind, but you decided to stay seated, a small amount of anxiety winning that battle. It was a good thing though, the first dance starting only a few minutes after you made the decision.
All of you sat there mesmerized by the gorgeous couple dancing. They looked so seamless together, making your heart swell with fondness for the both of them. After the first dance was the dances they had with their parents. Danica with her father, Jake with his mother. All of it, everything was making something inside of you sad. Not for the people around you, but for the fact that you could have had this.
The night continued though. About forty-five minutes had passed since the music and dancing had started. You were sitting at your assigned table while sipping your wine. It had been your second glass. Even though you wanted to get really drunk, you decided not to. It wasnât the time nor place, and seeing Bradley didnât fully constitute it. But there was a still a part of you, one that was becoming a little overwhelming, was yearning for him.
A slow song had started to play, many people dispersing from the dance floor. It wasnât the first slow song and it wouldnât be that last. During the first slow song, Reuben had asked if you wanted to dance at one point after seeing the saddened look on your face. You had politely declined though, and Reuben confirmed that he understood. The two of you instead had sat at the table and watched all the varying couples on the floor. Jake and Danica, Javy and Natasha, Bob and Abby, Mickey and Cielo. The first time you didnât take notice to Bradleyâs presence, trying to ignore the silent plea inside of you.
Your heart was screaming at you, telling you to just walk over. It was wishing that you would simply go up and talk to him. Wishing that he would come talk to you. Wishing for so much that would probably never happen.
But this time you did notice his presence.
Thatâs because he wasnât there, completely absent from the pavilion.
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The day was going better than Bradley had anticipated.
So what if his chest was filled to the brim with regret and anxiety. He could get over that. What he couldnât get over was how beautiful everything was. The venue looked like something from out of a movie, Danica truly looked like Venus, and it was perfect. Including you. Before he even walked down the dirt path they called the aisle, his eyes were locked on you.
How could they not be?
After countless days and nights he had spent with you. The very image of you was seared into his soul, being able to immediately pick you out before even seeing your face. You looked as beautiful as ever. It made his heart race, now being faced with the reality that he was only a mere twenty feet away from you. So, he made sure not to make eye contact throughout the entire ceremony. It was harder than he thought it would be. All he wanted to do was look at you, but he forced himself not to.
That was until the reception started. When he walked up the steps of the pavilion his heart was hammering. The DJ announced his name and he walked through, eyes finally meeting yours. It was brief, but it was enough to make his mind spin. He immediately noticed the color of your lips. It was his color, the one he had always loved on you. The one that made you look radiant, complimenting you in all the best ways. It had always grabbed his attention. It wasnât an extravagant color, but you made it extravagant.
And you continued to keep his attention all night. His eyes followed you, adverting away fast enough for you not to notice when you looked his direction. It was borderline painful watching you with all of his friends. They were your friends too, but the two of you hadnât been around all of them at the same time in forever. Not actual forever, but thatâs what it felt like to Bradley. More like a lifetime.
All he kept thinking was about how foolish he had been. Wishing all over again that he would have done just something. Called you back, sent a text, or simply just not disappear out of your life. But at the time he thought that was the best thing. Only after did he realize how dumb he actually had been. He had to leave the pavilion for a moment, getting fresh air to relieve himself. He returned only a few minutes later.
Then when Jake and Danica started the first dance he started to feel sick. If he would have been better, that could have been the two of you. He could have seen you in one of those gorgeous white gowns. All he saw when he pictured it was you as an ethereal being. This all had to be karma, finally coming around to bite him in the ass. And it didnât stop either. Watching everyone take their partner, arms wrapped lovingly around them.
Watching how Bob softly moved a stray strand of hair from Abbyâs face. The bright smile that Mickey brought to Cielo. Even the way Natasha was laughing at Javy's dumb jokes. He wished that he could have been like that with you. Whisking you around the floor, whispering in your ear about how lucky he was to have you. But it was simply a wish, nothing more.
So Bradley left.
He didnât want to sit with the regret and pain anymore. The memories of how foolish he had been to let you slip through his hands. He made his way out of the pavilion, dress shoes hitting the grass quickly as he walked a little bit away from the pavilion. Warm deep breaths filled his lungs as he stared out at the sky. Hues of orange and pink were starting to blend in with the clouds.
Not even a minute later did he hear someone coming down the pavilion steps. He waited for a moment, hoping he would hear the steps hit the stone path, but they didnât. The small sound of shifting grass was creeping closer to him, making hm let out a sigh. He was whole heartedly expecting to see Javy, maybe even Nat in tow. But when he turned around he was much more surprised.
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âHi,â you said barely above a whisper.
âI.. Hi,â Bradley greeted back.
The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at one another. Bradleyâs eyes had brightened, a soft smile pulling at his lips. Which you mimicked, offering your own small smile at him. Neither of you knew exactly what to say. It didnât feel awkward, but it wasnât one hundred percent comfortable either. You looked up, seeing the gorgeous colors of the sky. Bradley looked up to see a little more pink had settled in the sky.
âItâs beautiful,â you said.
âIt really is,â Bradley replied.
There were a few beats of silence before you spoke again.
âI hope Iâm not disturbing you,â you didnât look at him, keeping your gaze towards the sky.
Bradley looked at you though, wondering why you would ask that question. You had never bothered him ever, he just sucked at showing how much he cared about you. Sucked so much he couldnât even properly show it to you.
âYou never have,â Bradley decided it was a now or never thing.
You looked at him, raising an eyebrow to act like you had no idea what he was implying. A breathy half laugh passed your lips as you stared at him now. You waited for a moment, hoping he might retract it or something. That never came though, so you dropped the slightly confused expression from your face.
âBradley, I didnât mean it like that,â your smile was gone now.
Bradley nodded, âI know, but there was a lot I wanted to say and never did.â
Those bubbles of anxiety were floating back into your chest, threatening to pop at any moment. But there were things that you had never said either. It was now or never, say your peace or forever hold it.
âThereâs a lot I never said either,â you started to fiddle with your hands, a nervous habit you had always had.
âFirst, I want to say Iâm sorry, genuinely,â Bradleyâs eyes were sincere as he spoke, âyou didnât deserve anything that happened or that I said. I was stupid then, the emotionally capacity of a peanut.â You both let out a chuckle after that one. âAnd I donât expect everything to be magically okay, but I just wanted to apologize and sayâ, he paused briefly, âthat I miss you.â
It felt like your heart had broken into two. Everything you had ever seen in the media was telling you to ditch him, tell him to fuck off. But you couldnât, because you completely understood what he was saying. You felt the exact same way. Ever since he left it was like you were missing something, double checking every time you left your apartment.
âBradley, Iâm miss you too,â you grabbed his hand as you spoke.
His hand encapsulated yours. The warmth was something familiar yet distant. He had always ran a bit warmer than you, something you had always appreciated. A soft smile appeared on his face once more. He rubbed his thumb lightly on the back of your hand. Neither of you were sure how much time had truly passed since you found him, but another slow song started to play in the distance. Bradley let out a small huff that caught your attention.
âWhat?â You asked.
âI just⊠Iâve been meaning to ask you all night,â Bradley started, âwould you like to dance?â
âYeah, I think Iâd like that.â
The two of you stayed there in the grass. Bradley kept you close to him, hands resting on your waist. You rested your head on his chest while your arms where wrapped around his neck. It was peaceful, anxiety melting off the both of you. It wasnât completely perfect, but it was something the both of you had wished for.
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"Rights are being stripped from basically everyone who isn't a straight white cisgender male," she tells Vogue, when asked about why she chose to, all of a sudden, stand up for LGBTQ+ rights. "I didn't realize until recently that I could advocate for a community that I'm not a part of."
Source: https://www.out.com/news/2019/8/08/taylor-swift-says-shes-straight-despite-all-bisexual-rumors#toggle-gdpr
I was waiting for this to come through my inbox lol. (There was more then one ask about this but I'm only responding to the first.)
There's lots to unpack here but the first and foremost thing is: She doesn't actually say here, "I'm straight." It was a perfect opportunity. It was the ideal conversation. She punted. Why?
Why did she instead give this vague, circuitous, carefully couched answer?
She calls out communities encompassing sexuality, race, and gender, followed by saying, "a community that I'm not a part of." There are lots of communities that she could have been referring to, but she crafted the sentence in such a way that makes it unclear which one. She could have been talking about the trans community. She could have been talking about the poc community. She could have been talking about the ace community. She could have been talking about the gay male community. There are lots of possibilities. In this carefully worded sentence, she deliberately avoided naming the specific community she's talking about.
Another thing to consider is that many, many closeted people don't consider themselves part of the queer community. They don't feel like they belong because they're not out and proud. And even once people come out, it often still takes time before they feel like they're part of the queer community. That was certainly my personal experience. Cara Delevingne said something similar in her Hulu show when discussing her own coming out.
Let's move on. The link anon provided isn't the source. It's an article quoting the source. The actual source is the 2019 Vogue cover article. And the full article is important because there are lots of interesting things that give context to this quote.
First, there's a great deal of conversation about gay stuff and lgbtq+ rights. And the writer makes a point of saying about this subject matter that Taylor seems to enjoy that part of the conversation "as much as sheâd enjoy a root canal." Wouldn't a straight ally be eager to discuss this? They would. And a closeted queer person would be uncomfortable and panicking at the thought of having to talk so blatantly about this subject. The writer also makes a point of saying that once the conversation changes to music, Taylor lights up and her demeanor and speech patterns relax dramatically.
The other important context that the Vogue article discusses is Taylor's very long history of supporting lgbtq+ rights. Everything from the Mean mv of a gay boy being bullied to the "boys and boys and girls and girls" line in WTNY to donations to lgbtq+ organizations to giving out queer awards to queer people to dedicating Dress to Loie Fuller, an openly gay artist. There are plenty of other examples of Taylor advocating for the queer community that aren't mentioned. All the way back in 2008 she participated in the LOGO queer anti-bullying PSA. In 2009 she was in Seventeen magazine taking a stand against the slaying of a teenager for being gay.
Why is this important? Because it proves that Taylor is lying in the quote in question. "I didn't realize until recently that I could advocateâŠ" girl yes you did. You've been advocating for years and years at this point. She's lying. She's lying. She's covering herself up. She's hiding in the closet and hoping desperately that no one notices.
And this isn't the first time she's done this either. During the 1989 press tour she gave an interview where she was asked about the "And you can want who you want / Boys and boys and girls and girls" line. As the interviewer is starting to speak about this, a look of pure panic immediately takes over Taylor's face:
And then she starts stumbling around trying to give a coherent answer. At one point she stutters out, "And also I wrote this song, um, I wrote this song, kind of, kind of following, the, uh, when gay marriage became legal in New York." This interview was in October 2014. Gay marriage had been legal in New York since June 2011. Sooo three years later is "kind of following." Right. Sure, Taylor. Nice closeting. You really nailed it.
Okay let's review. She doesn't actually say she's straight even though this was a perfect opportunity to do so. She doesn't name the actual community she's talking about, giving herself cover if she ever comes out. She's closeted and probably doesn't think she's part of the queer community anyways. She full-on lies about not knowing she can advocate for others. And the writer states Taylor seems deeply uncomfortable talking about lgbtq+ things even though the context of the article was that blondie wanted to make it clear how much of an ally she is.
None of this remotely adds up to hetero. And none of this comes even close to Taylor saying that she's straight.
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randomly writes and posts an anderperry fic after a year
here's the link:
summary:
"Todd, who had been raising his toast to take a bite, let out a small laugh. Because it was a joke. Because it must be a joke. He didnât get why or how it was funny, but not laughing at jokes wasnât nice. So he laughed. Except, Knox didnât laugh with him. Instead, he just stared at him with something sad in his eyes. Toddâs laughter died. They stared at each other. Todd took another bite from his toast.
âToddâŠâ Knox said after Todd had continued eating his toast, pity in his voice. âYou know youâre a catch right?â
Todd felt thoroughly confused. Like heâd woken up and was actually in a parallel universe. He looked at Neil, just in case there was something off about him too. But he looked normal, invested in his own conversation. He noticed Toddâs look though, and shot him a cute smile that Todd wanted to kissâ wait. Focus. He didnât know what was going on. He thought about Knoxâs question, and well, he didnât know about being a catch. But he didnât know how it mattered anyway. And either or, he figured that Neil must think soâ being Toddâs boyfriend and all."
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it never occurred to todd that other ppl might /not/ know he was with neil
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todd, neil, and coming out
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and here are my favorite quotes:
âNeil and I are dating,â Todd said quickly; face pink.
Meeks stared at him. Todd stared back. Meeks made a âgo onâ gesture. Todd stared back. Meeks still waited. Todd stared back.
âUh,â Meeks said, eventually, âwas that what you wanted to talk about?â
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âIâm still angryââ
ââthat he didnât set me up with you, I know Neil.â
â Charlie thought youâd be perfect for me the second he met you.â
âI know Neil.â
âNo, seriously, why did he notââ
âNeil,â Todd interrupted, laughing.
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âYeah,â Todd lifted his head to catch Neilâs eyes, âeverything makes me nervous, about this situation, about life in general, but not you. Never you.â
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Because I'm totally normal about your writing (you can hear me hiding a pile of your writing that reaches my head behind my back) can you do 6-Should I write you a poem instead? For the Valentines Game (yes I feel really funny for choosing that)
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Mar!! Hi!! :D I hope you enjoy <3
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Dream has always enjoyed gift giving.
He has always been the one to gift things to others. To adorn lovers in jewels, to weave tales and compose poems for them. It is no hardship; when he loves, he falls hard and fast, and often to the point of ruin. Before they reach that point, though, he has always found it delightful to gift those who have captured his attentions ways to assure them of his adoration, ways to prove just how significant they are to him.
It has never been any hardship, and Dream thinks it unlikely that it should ever become one. There will never be any greater joy than the chance to see one he loves taken aback by his gifts, than being able to prove his devotion in some real, tangible way.
There is a lot that went into the creation of the gift he wishes for Hob to have. He does not consider a gift until Hob mentioned one of humanity's popular traditions off-handedlyâValentine's Day, he called it, and though he claimed it mattered little to him, he also stated he enjoys the gift-giving aspect of it in the same sentence.
Valentine's Day is not something Dream was familiar with, before he returned to the Dreaming after that particular conversation to conduct some research. He had considered asking Matthew, but then reconsidered. While Matthew was certainly the leading expert in the Dreaming regarding human traditions, he has yet to voice his own feelings for Hob. Has yet to put words to the tangled mess inside his chest, at least not in the Dreaming.
He thinks it is obvious anyway. His realm has embraced spring, flowers blooming through the cracks of his castle, the sky a pleasant blue, the air clear and cool. The Dreaming takes all those feelings and puts them on full display for all his creations to see. It is obvious. He needs not voice such things, not yet.
And he believes Hob knows, too. They have grown steadily closer since Dream's return, thirty-three years late and full of a fierce hope that he wasn't too late. That he hadn't ruined everything by failing so terribly to escape his prison, to make it to their meeting in 1989. Dream has already stated that Hob is important to him, and has made an effort to be more present in his friend's life. Despite the fact that he has not put words for the tangle of feelings inside his chest, he has not made them a secret.
No, Hob must know. He must, surely; there is little chance he does not.
Of course, it is possible Dream has been misunderstood. Hob has been...reciprocative of his attentions, his stares lingering, his touches more purposeful now instead of accidental brushes of their shoulders, but he has not put anything to words either. Still continues to call Dream old friend, an endearment that makes the traitorous thing inside his chest tug almost painfully.
That, he supposes, is the point of his gift. He wants Hob to know just how much he means to him. Wants to put those thoughts to words; to stop dancing around his own feelings. He is sure Hob feels similarly, even if Dream cannot quite understand why; he would not risk ruining their friendship this way otherwise. It means far too much to him for that.
It's late, when he turns up at Hob's door for Valentine's Day. It feels appropriate, knowing the meaning behind this tradition, to give his gift to Hob on this day instead of any other.
As always, he is welcomed inside with that same, lovely smile he has adored the sight of since he was first gifted it the day of his return. It is blinding in its radiance, so lovely, and Dream thinks he understands the meaning of reverence every time he sees it. It is a gift in and of itself, that warmth, that joy at seeing him, and he is selfish enough to hold the memory of it close to his chest, to return to the Waking for the sole purpose of being blessed with it once more.
It has become quite a problem. His mind turns so often to Hob Gadling, to that smile, that he has begun to create dreams of comfort and succour around it. Lucienne's knowing look the last time it happened remains forever ingrained inside his mind, now.
"Wasn't expecting to see you today," Hob tells him, but he sounds pleased about it. Somehow, he always does. Dream remains ever-baffled by that particular fact, but is too selfish to risk giving it up by questioning it. "How're you, love? How's your day been?"
Inside his chest, his heart warms. He has no use for a heart, not really. It does nothing for him. He does not typically have one, either, but there is something about being here, with Hob, that makes him stray a little closer towards humanity. He can feel the warmth of Hob's apartment, the cosiness that leads to a sense of security, greater this way. He does not mind fashioning himself a little more human for the sake of those things, however unconsciously.
"Well," he answers. He swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. The gift in his pocket seems...heavier, suddenly, or perhaps he is all-too aware of it. "I have a gift. For you."
Eyes widening, Hob blinks at him. "Oh, do you?" he asks, and he already sounds delighted. It soothes some of the nerves that have made themselves known, and Dream sighs softly. "You didn't have to do that, love."
"I wanted to. You mean...much to me, Hob Gadling." It is stilted, that admission, more than he wants it to be.
He is rewarded with a faint flush to Hob's cheeks regardless as he steps closer to Dream, that smile growing wider. "And you mean much to me too, Dream. I have to admit, I'm curious now."
He digs his hand into the pocket of his coat. It is functional only when he wants it to be; he hadn't wanted to lose this gift to the galaxies that line it, not when it is so important.
When he pulls his hand away, he holds out a small, black box and holds it towards Hob. His heart is in his throat now, terrified and nervous. "For you, my friend."
His excitement is palpable when he takes the box from Dream's hand, fingertips brushing his palm for just a moment. When he opens it, his eyes widen further for a moment, until he eventually plucks the ring from the box. "Dream." His voice is choked when he says it. "This is..."
The gold of the ring shines in the low light of Hob's apartment, the ruby shard glinting. "It was made by my own power," he explains. "The jewel is a shard from my own ruby. You can...communicate with me through it, should you wish to." This, Hob has mentioned alreadyâI'd like some way to contact you, if possible, he'd whispered softly, not long after Dream gained the courage to tell the story surrounding his absence in 1989. In case...In case something like that happens again.
It was, in the end, a small request. One he thought he could fulfil easily.
The silence that grows between the two of them now, though, makes him think differently. "Should I have written you a poem instead?" he asks. It is a lot, he supposes, to gift his friend a ring of all things, even if he wishes to be a little bit more with said friend. Perhaps he should've asked Matthew for his opinion after all. "You need notâ"
Whatever he was going to finish that sentence with gets quickly cut off when Hob meets his eyes. There's a faint sheen to them, the beginnings of tears, and Dream has only a moment to panic over the sight before his friend slips the ring on his finger. It fits perfectly, just as he planned for it to, and he begins to say as such, but he's interrupted when Hob strides forward, closing the distance between the two of them.
The expression on his face is open, warm. "If I'm mistaken," he whispers softly, "I apologise. Please don't smite me for asking, butâmay I kiss you, Dream?"
His heart jumps. "Yes," he breathes. "I would like that."
Lips quirking, Hob says, "Good," before he cups the back of Dream's head, fingers weaving through his hair and gripping lightly, and kisses Dream lightly.
It is tender. Warm and loving. Something snaps inside him instantly, whatever restraint he let hold him back abandoning him as he grasps his friend's waist and pulls him closer, allowing his lips to move against Hob's. It is lovely, everything Dream has imagined it could be.
Eventually, Hob pulls away, resting his forehead against Dream's. "Not mistaken, then," he murmurs between them, chuckling softly. He continues to play with the hair at the back of his head, and Dream shivers.
"Not at all," he says, and kisses Hob once more.
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LucienWeek2024 Day Six Reputation
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SJM has been quoted saying that music is where she normally gets a lot of her ideas. In her Live Talks last year, she specifically mentioned how her son is a big fan of Taylor Swift, which I feel her music will greatly inspire the next book. As a huge Swiftie myself, the prompt immediately made me think of the album and how every song relates to Lucien or Elucien in one way or another.
The Reputation album was Taylor Swift's first album in three years following the release of 1989. The three-year gap reminds me of how long Elain and Lucien have spent ignoring their bond to focus on themselves, as they are currently approaching the two-year mark since their bond snapped.
I have said in a previous ask that I want Elain and Lucien's book to play out like the Reputation album, so below the cut are lyrics that remind me of Lucien and the reasons why I would associate with them in their book.
TLDR: The reason I want Elucien's book to play out like the Reputation album is that it offers a great mix of new love, with Taylor singing about Joe Alwyn, but it also has songs where she acknowledges the hurt and anger she felt for retreating from the spotlight.
This reminds me of Lucien's feelings about his current circumstances with Tamlin and the Autumn Court.
Personally, I would like to see Elain and Lucien to go against the IC's wishes because Elain feels that it's how it should play out, and Lucien inexplicably trusts her judgment and capabilities.
If you're not familiar with Reputation, here is the preview of the album:
Divider Credit: @saradika-graphics
Song Title:
... Ready For It?
Lyrics:
I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time Are you ready for it?
Reason:
Lucien has been giving Elain the space to decide what to do about the bond ever since it snapped. The only time he intervened was at the beginning, when even Nesta was concerned about her well-being. The bond has been present since before the snap, and it continues to linger even after being rejected. To kickstart the story, SJM is essentially saying that the bond is foreverâit doesnât matter when it happens, just be ready when it does.
Song Title:
End Game
Lyrics:
Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me And I can't let you go, your handprints on my soul It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold
Reason:
The fact that it quickly spread how Lucien left the Spring Court for his mate suggests that a lot of people are keeping tabs on him. The bond connects him to Elain, and I find it interesting that Lucienâs russet color mirrors the same shade as whiskeyâa drink Elain shoots backâand how his skin is often described as golden brown.
Song Title:
I Did Something Bad
Lyrics:
If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothin' I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it comin' They say I did somethin' bad Then why's it feel so good?
Reason:
This is likely going to refer to Lucien dealing with Beron, given how many times Beron had talked shit to Lucien. I still believe that the blood duel will happen between Lucien and Beron, and people are going to talk about how Lucien challenged or went after a High Lord, but he doesn't feel bad for doing so.
Song Title:
Don't Blame Me
Lyrics:
Echoes (Echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo hidin' my obsession I once was poison ivy, but now, I'm your daisy
Reason:
One of the most significant Elucien moments was when Lucien offered his name after Elain asked, sparking something within her. Even after Lucien left, Elain still thought of him during key moments, especially with Graysen. SJM mentioned that Elain has nightmares about ivy, and I find it fitting that before accepting the bond, she is represented by ivy. After accepting it, she would become a daisy, a flower symbolizing new beginnings, which blooms from the start of spring through autumn.
Song Title:
Delicate
Lyrics:
Sometimes, I wonder, when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes, when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time ('Cause I like you) Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (Delicate)
Reason:
When Elain and Lucien finally spend some time together, theyâll likely go through a phase where they both question whether their feelings are realâfor themselves and for each other. As of ACOSF, Lucien still looks at Elain with longing, though he tries to hide it from her. I believe their avoidance of each other is largely due to the bond, and there will come a point in their story where they both confront and question it.
Song Title:
Look What You Made Me Do
Lyrics:
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
Reason:
Zutara is one of SJM's ships and considering how Lucien left the Autumn Court after what Beron did to Jesminda, I think Beron has the audacity to go after Elain, which Lucien will avenge himself in order to protect his mate. Where Lucien failed with Jesminda, he would correct to show just how a mate protects, especially considering Rhysâs switch to how Lucien will specifically defend his bond to how he sees fit.
Song Title:
So It Goes...
Lyrics:
And all the pieces fall right into place Gettin' caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face So it goes I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you
Reason:
ACOSAF hints that it's timing keeping Elain and Lucien apart, as both of them still need to figure out who they are and who they want to be before they can truly come together. Their book is meant to signal that it's finally time. I can totally picture a bond-crazed sex scene where they finally give inâCalanmai would be the perfect setting for that!
Song Title:
Gorgeous
Lyrics:
And I'm so furious At you for makin' me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous You should take it as a compliment That I'm talkin' to everyone here but you
Reason:
Considering how Elain behaves around Lucien, I can definitely see why she feels that way. Itâs interesting to think about how both of them may view their interactions with their respective endgames as pale in comparison to what they feel for each other. This realization could lead to frustration, making them angry for having been wrong until the other showed up. The last line captures it perfectly: theyâre deliberately ignoring each other, convincing themselves theyâre above the animalistic instincts that come with being fae.
Song Title:
Getaway Car
Lyrics:
While he was runninâ after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow
Reason:
There has always been a third person between Elain and Lucien, whether it's an ex, an opp, or a family member. Personally, these lyrics will be about either the Night Court and Elucien or Koschei and Elucien, where they essentially do something they shouldn't, but it's to be expected before they retreat from the chaos they left behind.
Song Title:
King Of My Heart
Lyrics:
You are the one I have been waitin' (Waitin'), waitin' (Waitin') Body and soul, woah And all at once Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending
Reason:
There is usually a big, sweeping love confession, and I really can't wait for Lucien to realize that everything he endured was worth it for her. Whether they are trying to rebuild the Spring Court, navigate the Autumn Court, discover the Day Court, or outmaneuver others on the continent, I think the forced proximity SJM has planned for them will lead to the realization that they have been searching for each other all along.
Song Title:
Dancing With Our Hands Tied
Lyrics:
First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old Oh, how were you to know? And My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden
Reason:
Deep Blue would have referred to cobalt, which was Graysen's family color, but Lucien became her mate, and he has always been described as golden. Twenty-five is around the age Elain is in ACOSF, and it seems like a great time for her to finally look at her bond with Lucien and accept it.
Song Title:
Dress
Lyrics:
Even in my worst times You could see the best in me Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline
Reason:
As much as this song is one of her sexiest, I can see Calanmai playing a huge part in their book, especially considering Lucien's last Calanmai, where he was forced to partake in the ritual. I also love that Lucien saw Elain at her lowest and thought of her as the most beautiful female he had ever seen. Even when he didn't witness her powers firsthand, he still believed in her.
Song Title:
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Lyrics:
But I'm not the only friend you've lost lately (Mm-mm) If only you weren't so shady
Reason:
This is about Lucien and Beron, but it could also extend to Tamlin. Lucien has left difficult situations twice: once after what happened to Jesminda and again with the Spring Court, which was a combination of Tamlin's lack of action toward Feyre's sisters and his failure to trust them regarding plans involving Hybern. I believe Lucien will finally express that their actions have been their undoing, and how he reacts to their response will demonstrate that he is High King material.
Song Title:
Call It What You Want
Lyrics:
Holding my breath, slowly, I said "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?"
Reason:
This would be about their catalyst event. There is usually a moment when the FMC needs a change of environment, and it is their mate who takes them away. I think Lucien would tell Elain something like this before he takes her somewhereâanywhereâshe wants.
Song Title:
New Year's Day
Lyrics:
But I stay when you're lost and Iâm scared and you're turnin' away I want your midnights But I'll be cleanin' up bottles with you on New Year's Day
Reason:
Lucien isn't going anywhere, and I think he is the type of person whose loyalty is such that whatever Elain wants, he will do it for her. Not only that, but he will be whatever she needs him to be. Lucien's longing has been so prevalent in the series that he will do what she wants, even at the cost of his own desires.
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Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 3
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
Summary: For some reason, when Eddie's around you, he doesn't feel like a piece of shit- he's really starting to like that about you. Your feelings for Eddie are growing past 'friendship' feelings, but you sure as hell aren't telling Eddie that. Robin is perceptive as hell.
Word Count: 4.9k
Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Inspired by When Harry Met Sally (1989), Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Eddie Munson Lives, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no one dies, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut
Divider was created by the lovely and talented @hellfire--cultâ€ïž
Part 1 | Part 2
Part 3
Spring, 1983
âHow on earth are you failing shop?â
Your voice landed in the thick quiet of Eddieâs van halfway between a question and a laugh, and Eddie could feel a blush creeping up his neck as he tried to laugh it off.Â
âEh, I failed a project way back where I was supposed to make this birdhouse or something and I never turned it inâŠâ
He didnât miss the concern in your voice when you replied, âAnd you never thought to just ask for an extension? Did you at least start it?â
Eddieâs silence spoke volumes.
âEddie!â you shoved him lightly on the shoulder, and he winced. Not from pain, youâd barely shoved at all- he winced out of embarrassment.Â
You were smart. He didnât need to look at your report card to know someone like you had never failed a class as simple as shop before. By all means, it should have been an easy A; Mr. McCarthy didnât grade based on skill, his projects were easy to ace as long as you followed the rubric. The hard part was that Eddie was a serial procrastinator, especially when it came to projects. Heâd kept telling himself that he would start the project later, start it tomorrow, start it this weekend, etc. Now here he was, a month after it was due, and a month before the school year ended- still no project, and no amount of minor assignments would help him to regain a passing grade in that class.
âItâs no big deal, they canât make me repeat the year just because I failed an elective class. Iâll just take another elective credit next year instead of a study hall-â
âEddie!â
The tone of your voice surprised him, firm and all-business, almost like a reprimand. He glanced at you sheepishly. âWhat?â
He wasnât sure why heâd expected you to be angry with him. Perhaps Eddie had grown so used to getting lectured by those that mattered to him that the idea of you doing the same wasnât that much of a stretch. But when Eddie saw your expression, it wasnât one of anger, but confusion.
âDo you hear yourself?â You asked. Your voice was firm, leaving no room for any argument. âItâs like youâve already given up and you still have a whole month before junior year ends.â
Eddie shook his head. âThe project was due in March, thereâs no way McCarthy would let me turn it in this late-â
âHave you asked?â
Another silence, equally telling as the last.Â
You turned your attention to the street ahead, arms crossed over your chest and a satisfied look on your face. âWell, youâre going to ask him Monday if heâd accept your birdhouse late.â
Eddie barked out a laugh. âOh thatâs what Iâm gonna do, huh?âÂ
You nodded, smiling smugly. âMm-hm!â
âAnd then Iâm going to build a birdhouse?âÂ
âYou are, and Iâm going to help you.â
That, Eddie hadnât expected. âYouâre gonna⊠what?âÂ
You smiled at him, pulling your backpack up into your lap and hugging it to your middle. Eddie remembered you doing that last week too; he wondered if that was something you did subconsciously, always needing something to hug against yourself to feel comfort in some way. âIâm going to help you. My dad has some tools and scrap wood in the shed out behind our house, so we can go there if you want. Either way, I am not letting you fail shop class unless you did every possible thing you could have to pass.â
Eddie didnât know what to say. His friends were always happy to help him with homework, even let him copy off of them from time to time- but this? He felt a bit overwhelmed at your eagerness, borderline pushiness, to help him.
âYou really donât need to go through the trouble-â
You gave him a stern look that sent his eyes straight back to the road ahead. âMunson, if you try to get out of building a damn birdhouse I swear Iâm changing the radio station to whatever popular girly crap is playing right now.âÂ
Eddie shut his mouth, button eyes blown wide. âUnderstood, yes maâam.âÂ
He pretended that the thumping of his overzealous heart was just the heavy bass from the radio.
To Eddieâs surprise- and your satisfaction- Mr. McCarthy agreed to grant Eddie an extension. If he was able to present a finished birdhouse by the end of the school year, Eddie could receive credit for it with an automatic ten point deduction for being tardy. You thought ten points was generous of him, and while Eddie secretly agreed, he wasnât about to criticize the hand that fed him.Â
So, per your request (which Eddie could tell was non-negotiable, so not much of a request, really) Eddie stayed with you after school while you tutored some freshman in preparation for their English Lit final and drove you back to your house when you were done. This time, however, he went inside with you to begin construction on the birdhouse that would (hopefully) save his grade.
Your dad had been more than happy to help Eddie with figuring out how big to cut each of the wood pieces, teaching him to measure twice, cut once, blah blah blah. All of that adorable fatherly stuff. It was very cute for you to watch- your dad, who had initially been less smiley, a bit more taciturn than usual because his daughter was bringing a boy by the house to work on a project and heâd been intent on snuffing out any ill-intentions towards you, instantly falling back into his everyday, effortlessly smiley exterior the moment Eddie told him that his woodworking hobby was âactually really coolâ.Â
Something about Eddie seemed to do that to people- he melted away the person you projected, leaving behind the person you were at your core. You could see it so clearly on your dadâs face as the two of them sketched out lines on a piece of scrap wood. Eddie marked one piece with a little cartoonish-looking skull, and when your dad saw it he asked Eddie if he likes to draw- and then the conversation simply flowed from there easily. You couldnât wipe the sappy smile from your face.Â
Your dad stayed to advise until he could tell that Eddie had a good grasp on how to use the tools at his disposal, and jokingly made sure Eddie knew you were the one in charge whenever the two of you were left to your own devices. Eddie had responded with a mockingly serious salute, which only made your dad smile wider.Â
âHe likes you.â youâd said once you were sure your dad was out of earshot.Â
Eddie huffed out an embarrassed chuckle, eyes staying focused on his work while the corner of his mouth quirked up in a sardonic smile. âYeah, well, he probably just hasnât heard much about me then.â
You studied him, half amused and half pained that he was once again refusing to take a compliment of his character. Turning your attention to the tiny wooden dowel you intended to turn into a perch for the birdhouse, you continued. âOh heâs heard about you. Just, everything heâs heard, he heard from me. So no, no bad things.â
That got Eddieâs attention. âReally?â he asked incredulously, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. âNo bad things? Not a single one?â
âNope, no bad things. Heâs heard annoying things, though. Infuriating things. I told him to warn the HOA about you.â
âOh, did you now?â
âScoutsâ honor, we have a certain standard to uphold around here, you know.â                                                                                                                 Â
Twin smiles played on your lips, evidence for the joy it brought both of you to be around each other. You both worked wordlessly, letting the sounds of sandpaper and sharp tools on wood fill the pleasantly warm air in the shed.Â
âWhat about you?â
His vague question earned a glance from your direction. âWhat about me?â you asked.
âWell, if Iâm so infuriating and annoying, why do you care so much about whether or not I pass this class?â Eddieâs sentence trailed off into a breathy, nearly imperceptible tremor that told you he cared about your answer.Â
âYou might be infuriating and annoying,â you said, matter-of-fact, âbut youâre smart. Way too smart to fail shop because of something as stupid as a missing grade.â
Eddie was quick to brush off your compliment. âYou know some might say that missing a due date is something only a stupid person would do,â he looked up at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. âso I would argue that that alone makes me-â
âEddie, stop.â
His lips clamped shut.Â
You placed the wooden pieces in your hands down on the floor before walking up to him and stopping about a foot from where he sat. Your eyebrows were drawn together menacingly, your arms were crossed over your chest, and your tone reminded Eddie of what it must be like to be in trouble with Mom.
âLook Munson,â you began sharply, âYou are a very intelligent person. I am not saying that to flatter you because I couldnât care less about giving you empty compliments or not. Iâm just stating a fact: you are smart.âÂ
His gaze was trained on the floor, unsure what to do with himself. Brown eyes flicked up to yours through his dark chocolate curls and back down again.
âAnd I donât know who made you think youâre so much of a lost cause that you give up before asking for help, but Iâve never been one to watch smart people let themselves down and be okay with it.â You held out your hand palm facing upwards between your chests. âSo hand me the wood glue so I can give the lucky birds who get to live in this fancy joint a little perch to stand on.â
He did what you asked, quiet and hiding behind the curtain of his mane. It wasnât until you were back in your seat that he finally spoke up.
âYou know-âÂ
You looked up at him, a soft smile teasing the corner of your lips, and you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself as you processed the fondness that shone in his eyes.Â
â-youâre a little scary when youâre angry.âÂ
You snorted. âGood. Maybe I can scare you into fulfilling your potential.âÂ
Eddie wasnât sure what that potential was, exactly. His life was doomed from the start to complete its natural cycle within the same hundred square miles, so he figured his potential was to⊠work at the power plant with Wayne? Be a bartender at The Hideout? Drink himself to death when his life got too depressing to deal with anymore?Â
Okay, maybe that last one was a little too dark. But realistically, he knew that would probably cross his mind after enough time spent in this hell-hole of a town.Â
Now there was a smart girl telling him he was capable of more than that, and his first instinct was to wonder if Wayne had put you up to giving him a pep talk or something⊠but that was way too sneaky for Wayne, who had only heard about you in passing at this point, so there was no way heâd asked you... which meant that you, a smart girl, truly believed that he- Eddie Munson- was a smart guy.Â
Huh.Â
Well how about that.
True to his word, Mr. McCarthy accepted Eddieâs birdhouse when he brought it to class that Friday. He chuckled when he saw the little horned devil symbol painted in the corner on the back. He peered questioningly at Eddie when he caught sight of the pentagram that had been drawn on the floor of the inside, to which Eddie had replied, âIn case they want to perform any ritualistic sacrifices in there.âÂ
When heâd handed Eddie his graded rubric, there were minimal notes written in red, but when Eddie looked at the little blank labeled âtotalâ, nothing else mattered.Â
90/100
Which meant that without the ten point deduction, Eddie would have made a 100%. His work- sans tardiness- was worth a 100%. Eddie was baffled, stunned- he couldnât remember the last time his work had been deemed worthy of a â100â circled in red pen at the top of his paper since elementary school.
âI got a 90%!âÂ
He was practically giddy when he told you. Shop was his last class of the day, after which he had run straight to your locker to show you the rubric. You were excited for him, of course, but you hadnât been surprised in the slightest.Â
âAnd that brings your average in the class up toâŠ?â You asked with a knowing smile.Â
Eddie clutched the precious page to his chest, swooning as he threw his back against the locker beside yours. â72.â He sighed, content and over the moon. âYouâre a miracle worker, you know that? You took this sad, pathetic, stupid little boy-â He splayed a dramatic hand over his heart. â-and you wanna know what you did?âÂ
You smiled wryly, closing your locker door. âUh huh?â
His face contorted in the most joyful way possible- a smile showing every tooth, crinkling the corners of his eyes, brow scrunching from the passion with which he gripped that flimsy piece of paper and shook it in your face.
âYou got him a fucking A, you genius!â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head as the two of you walked through the halls to the theater department for Hellfire. âYou did all the work! You got yourself  that A.â
âAh-ah-ah,â Eddie wagged his pointer finger back and forth. âNo, thatâs not what I said, I said it was a fucking A.â
You looked at him, confusion evident in your eyes. âYes, thatâs what I said, you got yourself that A! I barely did a thing.â
He was quiet, grinning ear to ear as he narrowed his eyes on you. âOh⊠oh you sweet, sweet thingâŠâÂ
Whoa now, that gave you butterflies.Â
You casually turned your eyes in the opposite direction of where Eddie walked by your side, hoping he couldnât sense your reaction. âWhat?â
Eddie chuckled, positioning himself directly in your line of sight. âDonât hide from me, come on-â You looked up begrudgingly, taking in his amused expression. âI donât think Iâve ever heard you say fuck.âÂ
âWhat? Thatâs ridiculous, Iâve said it.â
âNot in front of me!â
âYeah, okay, I donât say it often.â you shrugged, eyes darting literally anywhere but his face- again. âSo what? There are so many other better words I could use-â
âBut can you say it?âÂ
At that, your eyes met his, and you made sure to sprinkle a little venom into that eye contact. âOf course I can say it, Iâm just choosing not to.âÂ
Eddie was undeterred. âThen choose to say it just this once, I want to know what the word âfuckâ sounds like in your sweet little innocent voice.â His puppy dog eyes glistened as he pouted.Â
You glared, smacking your hand against a door that threatened to close before you could pass through it, and angrily shoving it aside. âI am not innocent or little, thank you very much.âÂ
âAwwww, come on, Ace, just one little f-bomb?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âNot even for me?â
âNo!â
âUuugghhhh,â Eddie sighed, throwing up his hands exasperatedly as the two of you approached the twin set of doors that led to the auditorium. âFine.â He hopped ahead of you, opening one of the doors for you. âAfter you.âÂ
You should have seen it coming, but you still yelped when Eddie jabbed his fingers into a tickle spot in the curve of your waist as you walked past him.Â
âFUCK! Eddie!â you practically squealed.Â
You shook your head in disbelief as he skipped down the narrow aisle of seats toward the stage, throwing a fist victoriously up in the air.Â
âHahaaa, there it is!â He cackled.Â
You may have acted annoyed with him, but nothing could deny the brightness in your smile seeing him overtaken with so much joy. That joy translated so easily into his storytelling during D&D that when you had finished your work on the set for the play- which was only two weeks away now- you didnât even pretend to be busy with anything else this time. You grabbed a wooden stool from backstage, tugged it close enough to the table to see the story playing out before you, and simply watched Eddie do one of the things in his life that truly made him come alive.Â
What you didnât realize was that there was now another thing that seemed to bring out the best parts of him the same way that D&D did, the same way that music did, the same way that curling up and rereading The Hobbit did. And when Eddie heard the drag of your wooden stool across the black surface of the floor, glanced over his shoulder and saw your eager, shining eyes glowing brightly at him, drinking in every word that left his lips- that was when he realized it.
 He realized that you were quickly becoming one of the things that made him love waking up in the morning.
Eddie had, admittedly, never been to a play before. Heâd been in a play, but that was back in the fifth grade, and it was more of a Christmas pageant than an actual play. He had played one of the three wise men, and all he could remember from it was his teacher chewing him out for his improvised line- âMyrrh-y Christmas, Jesusâ- when heâd placed his prop-gift into baby Jesusâ manger. That had been the prompt end of his acting career.
Now, as he tried his best to look nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, he couldnât help but feel particularly out of place while his eyes frantically searched for a place to sit in the auditorium that would give him the perfect balance of empty seats and proximity to people he knew wouldnât recognize him. The last thing he needed was another reason for his usual bullies to mess with him.Â
âMunson! Hey, Eddie! Over here!â
Eddieâs attention flicked over to a seat toward the back, occupied by none other than Robin Buckley, who was absolutely ruining his efforts to act cool. He rushed to where she sat while trying his best to wordlessly communicate SHUT. UP. with only his eyes. Oblivious to Eddieâs plea, Robin patted the empty seat beside her.
âI didnât know you would be here!â her voice was loud- that was something he already knew- but it still rang uncomfortably in his ears.Â
âIâm right here, Buckley, no need to yell.â Eddie hissed, crouching in his seat as if he could make himself smaller just by trying. âYeah, well I didnât exactly have other plans, and I knew this was going on andâŠyeah.âÂ
Robin watched Eddie stumble through his poor attempt at nonchalance, a knowing grin taking up residence on her mouth. When he clumsily arrived at the end of his sentence, she simply kept smiling at him, which unnerved him greatly. He averted his eyes, leaning back in his chair and throwing an arm over the rest an elbow atop its back. âWhat?â he scoffed, once again trying to appear indifferent- it didnât work well, at which Robin snorted.Â
She shook her head, chuckling silently. âSheâs going to be so happy you showed up.âÂ
Well if that didnât make his chest feel as though it was about to inflate and fly away, nothing did.
Regardless, Eddie still acted cool- or tried to, at least. âI donât know who youâre talking about.â but the red crawling up his neck and the sappy grin that he just couldnât fend off gave him away. Robin groaned, pretending to be fed up even though she actually thought the way he reacted when you were simply mentioned was the cutest thing sheâd ever seen in her life. Even though she knew he didnât need reminding, she still said your name just to see if his blush would grow even deeper when he heard it. She was rewarded.Â
Eddie nodded in recognition, sticking to his bit. âOh yeah, I forgot she was helping out with this thing. Thatâs uh⊠thatâs cool-â
âOh shove it, Munson, quit playing the indifferent cool guy.â she shoved a finger in his face. âYou like her.âÂ
He scoffed- again- and rolled his eyes a little too hard. âLay off it, Buckley, weâre just friends.âÂ
Robin raised an eyebrow, obviously not buying it. âReally? Thatâs it?â
Eddie remained neutral in his tone, shrugging as if the whole situation were just that cut-and-dry. âYup. Thatâs it.â
She looked at him for a long time- a long time, with a gaze so intense it made Eddie a bit uncomfortable. It felt like letting go of a breath heâd been holding when Eddie finally heard Robinâs âIf you say so.âÂ
Eddie nodded. âI do say so.â
Judging by Robinâs facial expression, she still didnât buy it, but she seemed willing to drop the topic. âOkay then.â
âOkay.â Eddie mumbled, just in time for the lights on the stage to go down.Â
It only took about ten minutes of the play to go by for Eddie to start wondering if seeing you at the end of the production was going to be worth sitting here for an hour and a half. However, when the curtain had finally closed and he saw the look on your face upon seeing him standing there with Robin at the end of the arts hallway- that long hour and a half melted away.Â
You were dressed all in black just like a few other crew members that Eddie saw scuttling about, carrying certain props and costume pieces. Pulling away from a hug that youâd bestowed upon Robin immediately after seeing her, your eyes focused on him and he couldnât help but smile at you.
âEddie Munson, did you actually sit through an entire theater production of your own free will?â you asked through a toothy smile.Â
Hands in his pockets, Eddie shrugged and hid his smirk behind long stray curls. âYeah, maybe.â
He was quiet. You were quiet. You were both just⊠smiling at each other. Like idiots. Robin shook her head in disbelief.Â
âYouâre both idiots.â she mumbled, dumbfounded.
You blinked. âWhat?â
âI said âLetâs go get burgers!â Iâm starving.â Robin began walking with you down the hall toward the exit. âComing, Munson?â
You looked at him, wide-eyed. He struggled to read your expression- were you expecting Buckley to invite him? Were you hoping he would say yes? Say no? Eddie stuttered, clearing his throat.Â
âI mean, if you want me to-â
You nodded, a little too quickly. âYeah! I mean, if you want to-â
âI donât want to impose-â
âDonât feel like you have to-â
âOh my god!â Robin stomped over to Eddie, grabbing him by his upper arm and dragging you in the same spot with her upper hand. âYou both want food! Letâs go get food!â Eddie had to suppress a chuckle upon hearing Robinâs muttered âGod, you two are fucking childrenâ under her breath. Your gazes connected behind Robinâs head, both of your faces sporting a small, crinkled grin- shy and sharing.Â
Thank god for Robin.Â
Eddie was happy to throw Robinâs bike in the back of his van; happy to drive the two of you to the diner downtown in lieu of meeting you there. Happy- and relieved- to discover that even though he had only ever spent time with you alone or with his friends, he was able to fall into comfortable conversation with you and your friend the same way that you had nestled your way into his friendsâ routine so easily. It had been ages since one of the Hellfire members had glanced your way during a session, nervous to throw themselves into the game while an outsider was in the room waiting to judge them. They learned- Eddie learned- pretty quickly that you would never judge them. Pretty soon, you werenât an outsider- you were just a part of their Friday plans.Â
Eddieâs mind began to wonder, as he drove the two of you down the main road, now that the play was over, and you had no reason to keep showing up to Hellfire, what excuse would Eddie have to see you? Summer was fast approaching, so you wouldnât be seeing each other at school each day either. Suddenly, Eddie wasnât just wondering, he was worrying. Without an excuse to see you, would this burgeoning little friendship justâŠfall? Just stop?Â
âHey, Eddie? You awake over there?â you snapped your fingers by Eddieâs ear, and he flinched away slightly as a nervous laugh bubbled up his throat.Â
âSorry,â Eddie said, his voice light. âJust got lost in thought I guess.â
If the two of you were alone, you would have asked him what he was thinking about. However, Robin was here- it was a strange sort of limbo you felt you were in, your childhood best friend and your newly-discovered⊠friend. Crush. Maybe-crush? The way you felt about Eddie was becoming increasingly difficult for you to pinpoint. You knew you loved being around him. You knew that your heart had done a complete backflip when youâd seen him waiting with Robin after the play. Eddie Munson did not attend school functions. When youâd seen him at the winter formal years ago, you hadnât even seen him inside- as far as youâd known, he hadnât gone with a date⊠maybe heâd gone with friends? Or he was someoneâs ride? Either way, the fact that he would go to a play simply because you were involved in it was certainly enough to give you heart palpitations.
When the three of you arrived at the diner, the energy was a little odd between the three of you. Robin watched as you and Eddie had gone from comfortably chatty to eerily quiet. It seemed that you both were caught up in your own spiraling thoughts, and the awkwardness that it was causing was going to make Robin scream if it didnât stop soon.
âSo Eddie,â Robin said as you all sat down in one of the plasticky blue booths in the diner, âwhat are your summer plans?â
It seemed to take a second for Eddie to register what Robin was asking; he tilted his head to the side, taking a second to consider. âHavenât thought about itâŠhonestly, I figured I might be busy with summer school or something if I wasnât passing all my classes-â
â-Which, you are.â you interrupted, a soft, proud smile on your lips.
Eddie laughed, and Robin couldnât help but notice that his biggest smiles always happened when he was looking at you.
âYeah, thanks to you.â Eddie replied, quickly turning to the waitress as she walked up to your table, closing the window of time you had to deny the credit he was hell-bent on giving you. The three of you each ordered a burger and a milkshake before Robin took it upon herself to carry on the conversation.Â
âThink youâll get a summer job?â she asked Eddie with a nefarious grin. âYou could work at Scoops with us, you get a pretty sweet outfit out of the gig.â
Eddie barked out a laugh, âHah! Iâll pass on the shorts, thanks.âÂ
You cursed your brain for conjuring up the image of Eddie in shorts, then proceeded to burn that image in your brain.
âYou bring up a good point, though,â he mused, âWayne and I could use the money. I pick up odd jobs around the neighborhood, but most of the old farts around the park just throw me whatever they find between their couch cushions.âÂ
The waitress set your shake in front of you, which you eagerly grabbed and took a sip. âI can keep an eye out for places that are hiring, if you want.â You smiled at Eddie, bright red straw lightly resting against your lips.Â
âYeah?â he asked hopefully, âJust donât go asking at any places where Iâll have to wear some stupid outfit.â
âHey!â you narrowed your eyes on him, a teasing glint in your gaze. âI happen to think I look cute in that stupid outfit.â
Eddie had no doubt that you did, but he wasnât about to tell you that. âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Smee.âÂ
Robin snorted, shaking her head at the two of you. She was astounded at your combined talents for ignoring the undeniable chemistry that the two of you had whenever you shared each othersâ spaces. She saw it all- the way he seemed so completely unaffected by everything except for you. The way that whenever he was around, you couldnât peel your eyes away from him. The way that you both refused to admit that your friendship had an expiration date- you both wanted to be more than friends, and that much was clear as day to Robin. It was only a matter of time before one of you cracked. A ticking time bomb.
Robin resolved to confront you about it at some point. Not tonight; tonight, she was content to watch the two of you idiots tripping over yourselves while you pretended not to be absolutely besotted with each other- it was free entertainment. But sheâd ask you about it soon.Â
For now, she settled for laughing at the way you pretended to be mad at Eddie as he spent the whole meal trying to sneak fries from your plate.Â
Part 4
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A little progress.
I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.
(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)
I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.
Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.
I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.
So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? đ
Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.
I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.
That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.
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