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undead-supernova · 11 months ago

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HIGH TOLERANCE

Live Resin / Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

warnings: gay disasters, Steve (derogatory), a bit of angst but that's a given for pining best friend!eddie so enter at your own risk, weed consumption (but what's new in a series about weed consumption)

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!reader (both bisexual bitches)

plot: let's go sing some karaoke and feel like we're dying, shall we?

wc: 6k

p.s. I listened to "Watch" by Maisie Peters the entire time I wrote this and I just cannot for the life of me let The Good Witch go. Anyone else in a chokehold from that album? Anyways, here you go!

“For you, my good sir!” you exclaimed, feigning a British accent as you got down on one knee and presented Eddie with a joint like it was a sword. And it was an immediate scrape to your knee, your black crop top and miniskirt riding up. You tried to save yourself by planting your maroon Converse on the ground, but it was met with instant failure. Eddie chuckled, grabbing your arm to try and stabilize you before he continued the bit.

(Leave it to Eddie Munson to commit to a bit.)

“For me?” he asked, feigning a gasp as he threw his hand over his chest, his rings clinking together. “You shouldn’t have.”

You exaggerated a wink as you stood back up.

“Sure, I did.”

“Wha’da we got, Weirdo?”

You repeated what the guy at Jailbait Hemp told you. It was a THC-A pre-roll that was covered in live resin (which technically has a higher concentration level than just the THC-A alone). It burned differently than other joints, a glaze lining the paper to burn like honey.

Let it in slow and watch it go.

“She sure is a pretty one,” Eddie said, lightly running the pad of his pointer finger along the resin. It didn’t flake off or leave any residue on his finger. Incredible.

You smirked. “I know, right?”

“Kinda like you.”

You swallowed immediately, nearly choking as the spit went down wherever the wrong pipe was located.

Panic, panic, panic.

“Oh, whatever,” you said, waving him away. You distracted yourself with wiping the gravel off of the scrape on your knee that showed promise of blood but stayed put. The most embarrassing thing you could think of was having to ask someone for a Band-aid because you were too busy doing a bit with a joint to remember that you weren’t wearing pants. Eddie would love that a little too much and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re right,” Eddie said with a nod, causing you to look back up. “Doesn’t come close to you, m’lady.” Without another word or time for you to even remotely process, he held out his hand and made obnoxious grabbing gestures. “Alright. Gimme, gimme. Wanna light her up.”

With shaky fingers, you handed it over. Eddie took his black Bic lighter and ran the flame back and forth against the twisted end of the paper. It took him two or three tries to keep it lit, but he finally got it, moving it around in circles to let it burn as evenly as it could. The air instantly thickened with the smell. But to be fair, you smelled weed wherever you went in Atlanta. Even on the highway somehow.

You could hear the music from Go Ask Mary from two blocks away, the bass of Madonna’s “Vogue” booming through the walls. It was almost time for karaoke to start and, to be honest, you were excited. Eddie had picked up some extra shifts at the car dealership and your shitty retail jobs at the Lenox Square mall had been draining. Especially when you were surrounded by stores like Chanel and Tiffany & Co. It was always your dream to work at a Sephora where all the pretentious rich people complained about needing a new Balenciaga bag before arguing with you when their sheer Tom Ford lipstick was out of stock.

This was the first time you’d seen Eddie in a week, despite him practically begging to come over at 2am to watch the first Lord of the Rings movie on a Monday. The extended edition to be exact, all three hours of Elijah Wood and Sean Astin being the most iconic couple of the fantasy realm. It was embarrassing to admit, but you nearly considered calling out just so you could.

Tonight, you couldn’t wait to let off some steam, especially with the person who made every day worth it. Eddie looked as he usually did with all his chains and rings and pretty face and attitude. It was disgustingly unfair that he could wear variations of the same outfit every time you saw him and somehow looked better and better every time.

“There you guys are,” Steve sighed as he and Robin walked over from the bar.

Steve was still in his suit, just without his tie and blazer. A few buttons of his white button down were popped with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Robin wore an oversized cotton button down, white with navy stripes and a loose navy tie. She looked like she was going to the beach for the day, even going so far as to wear jean shorts and checkerboard Vans.

“We should’ve known you were smoking,” Robin said, nose wrinkling before she pulled out her flask from her back pocket and took a few sips. “Did you know that one joint is, like, the equivalent of five cigarettes? I heard it on a podcast the other day and, believe me, that sounds bad. Like, really bad.”

“What else is new?” you joked, taking the joint from Eddie and filling your lungs with a few hearty drags. “At least we’re not vaping. That’s, what, the equivalent of a hundred cigarettes?”

Robin shook her head. “Actually, I read that a thousand-puff vape is the equivalent of five to six packs.” She paused, moving her fingers through the air as she solved the problem in her head. “So…about one-twenty?”

Eddie hummed, nodding. “Aren’t you glad I stopped smoking cigs six months ago?”

“Well, yes.”

“So smoking weed should be the least of your worries, Buckley.”

“You have a point. But honestly—"

“Rob!” Steve interrupted. “Rob, listen. I have exciting news.”

“What is it?” you asked.

“I’m getting the first round,” he said proudly. “I got a bonus at work.”

“Thanks, Steve,” you said, genuinely touched by the offer. “That’s awesome, though. You’re literally moving up in the world.”

“Bringing in the big bucks, this one,” Eddie teased with a big smile as he took the joint from you. “Always a generous giver.”

Steve glared at Robin. “She thinks I should quit.”

“No, I do not!” Robin argued. “I just think you’re in a weird environment with weird men—"

The high was already making its way through you, causing you to not-so-subtly stare at Eddie again. His eyes were trained on yours as Steve and Robin rattled on, entering some bickering fest that you were positive he wasn’t listening to. And the way he was looking at you… Well, it didn’t seem that platonic, did it?

His eyes were doing that thing again, that slow gaze down your body before reaching back up to your eyes. Your fingers inched just a little bit closer to his and you almost swore you could hear his rings again as they fluttered towards yours.

Robin cleared her throat, causing you to look back at her. She was eyeing you specifically, not even bothering to look at Eddie.

Could she see it? What did she know? Was there anything to know?

“Well, we’ll be inside,” she said, grabbing Steve’s arm. “Have fun with the extra cancer!”

Eddie chuckled. “Thanks, Buckley.”

You watched them walk away, right back in their little fight. It was nice to be around them again. Truly, it was. You didn’t have too many friends outside of Eddie, always working during the week and never truly finding time to go out unless Eddie dragged you along. You could engage in small talk with strangers at Go Ask Mary on the weekends, but it was different when you got home and found your phone void of anyone to tell those stories to. Zero messages, not even from your parents or your sister. No Instagram DMs of cute animals or Tumblr messages of photography and memes. Just a phone that looked more like a coffin full of wires than access to the whole world.

Except for Eddie.

As he turned back to you, he lifted the joint and let it hover just above your lips.

“Want some more?” he asked.

You looked up at him, nearly startled by how close he was to you. God, what was it about him? Maybe it was the dark color of his eyes, still illuminated in the warm sunset, nearly glazed over with a golden sheen. Maybe it was the way his hair was doing that thing after a fresh wash where the ends were slightly curlier than the rest. Or maybe it was the way his tips of his sneakers were meeting yours and the smell of tobacco and car air freshener was wafting off of him.

“Come on, you can’t deny you want it.”

“Um,” you stumbled. “Yeah. Yeah, I want it.”

“Yeah?”

Nodding, you felt his fingers grazing your mouth as he placed it in between your lips. You took a long, slow drag while your eyes never left his. You wanted to look away. Really, you did. If anything, the sparks settling in your stomach were starting to pop and sizzle unlike ever before.

You just couldn’t help yourself.

And if anything, he didn’t seem like he could either.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

The bar wasn’t very crowded, but that’s why you liked to go as a group during the week. Even if there weren’t many people looking to do karaoke on a Tuesday, it didn’t matter. There were four of you ready to tear up the fucking stage.

You went in rotation for solo performances, Robin singing “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac followed by you singing “Love Is a Stranger" by Eurythmics (despite it technically not being from the Eighties) followed by Eddie doing “The Stroke” by Billy Squire and finishing with Steve’s off-key rendition “Africa” by Toto.

When Steve returned from his noteworthy performance, the three of you congratulated him. He did a little bow before wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Eddie patted the table and said, “Alright, I’ll go get the next round.” As he was about to leave, he looked at you. “Still want a vodka Redbull?”

“Of course,” you said with a smile.

He gave you a quick wink. “Just checking, Weirdo.”

“Thanks.”

You turned back to Steve and Robin, watching Steve dab his face with a napkin. He was mostly definitely inching towards being drunk, always starting to turn red and sweaty whenever he was getting close. That, and he started to run his mouth.

“God, he’s dreamy,” Steve said, leaning his head in one hand. You followed his line of sight, all three of you watching Eddie walk to the bar. “It’s almost annoying how hot he is.”

Robin snorted. “Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming.”

Maybe it shouldn’t have stung the way it did. Anyone was allowed to find him hot. It didn’t mean anything. Just a bit of flattery, that’s all. But then it was like you couldn’t stop yourself and suddenly you were unable to keep yourself from asking the one thing you never ever should have.

“Do you have a crush on Eddie?”

You watched Steve laugh pitifully. “I mean, maybe?”

“Maybe? What does ‘maybe’ mean, Steve?” Robin asked.

“I mean, he’s hot, right? But I don’t know if he’d even go for me.” As he talked, he popped open another button of his shirt, showing off a bit of his wife beater and chest hair. “Like, okay, he’s just so pretty and he fixes cars and plays in a band? It’s cool as hell. But I don’t think we even have that much in common, so I don’t know. He likes metal, I like pop. He likes D&D and I like, uh, I don’t know? Poker? Anyways, I don’t even know what kind of guys he’s into. Do you know, Rob?”

Robin shrugged, meeting your eyes before saying, “I don’t know, Steve. Ever thought about asking him what his type is?”

And you shouldn’t have asked. Really, you shouldn’t. Because now you were here, sitting at a table while Steve moaned and groaned about his chances with Eddie, like it was some statistics problem. And then someone was doing an awful cover of “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, the shrill sound mixing with Steve’s whining. And you? You were sulking.

You looked over and watched Eddie wait for your drinks at the bar, wondering if Steve had any chance and whether you were more likely to get the guy in the end. Surely there was a silver lining in there somewhere. You enjoyed metal music and even convinced Eddie to listen to other genres. You enjoyed listening to Eddie talk about Dungeons and Dragons and showed him board games you liked, like Catan. Relationships weren’t built off of just similarities and differences. Steve was wrong.

Right?

As if Eddie heard your thoughts, he caught your stare, his lips pulling back into a large grin as he waved and moved his hips a little bit along to the grating karaoke. You couldn’t help but laugh at how awkward he looked, in turn doing the worst arm wave in history. He immediately started laughing.

Eddie was looking at you, wasn’t he? Steve wasn’t even bothering to look at the object of his desire. He merely talked about the guy, putting his head in his hands and panicking as if Eddie wasn’t in the same room. But you were looking at Eddie and now you were in a makeshift dance battle, embarrassing yourself by doing an awful robot while he did that shopping cart move.

Could Steve have this kind of relationship with Eddie?

And what were the odds of you winning?

What were the odds of you losing?

After a good bit of chatter, Steve and Robin headed towards the other end of the bar to set up a game of darts. Eddie went along, but you decided to stay behind. He found it odd, asking if you were sure and you’d nodded, telling him that you wanted a moment to yourself.

But Eddie didn’t believe you. Not one bit. You’d started acting weird merely seconds after he came back with drinks. It was strange. One moment you were dancing with him across the room and the next your shoulders were slumped, falling out of any and all conversation. Even when he nudged you and tried to be playful, you seemed to pretend you didn’t notice. Instead, you focused on your straw and nodding along as if you were paying attention.

He knew you hadn’t. He knew there was something wrong and, of course, he wanted to respect your privacy but there had to be something else there. Had Robin let anything slip? Did Steve act like an asshole? Were you upset with him?

Robin and Steve were in the heat of a tie when Eddie finally decided to walk back over to you. He didn’t like seeing you so sad, so vulnerable. And with the addition of the high, he knew how scary that could feel. If something didn’t feel right, it could get extremely uncomfortable. And you couldn’t just be alone in that hole.

“Hey,” he said as he approached you. “Are you feeling okay?”

You put on one of the fakest smiles he’d ever seen before replying, “Yeah, I guess I’m just tired from work.”

Lie.

“Is the high getting you down?”

You shrugged. “A bit, yeah.”

“Um,” he said, gulping as he held out his palm. “Do you need to hold my hand?”

You looked down at his hand before looking back up.

“No, I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, though.”

“Yeah, sure. Sure,” he replied, placing his hand on top of the other.

He squeezed it to elicit something resembling comfort for the rejection he felt. It was like your hand was some kind of phantom feeling that made his chest ache with want. And that want was slowly but surely starting to burn.

“Well, uh.” He gulped. “I’m gonna get myself another beer. Want anything?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m okay.”

Eddie nodded before turning away.

“Hey, Eddie?”

He didn’t think he’d ever spun back around that quickly before.

“Yeah?”

You smiled weakly. “If you need me to drive your van back tonight, let me know. I don’t mind if you want to get a little drunk with Steve and Robin.”

And just like that, he died a little inside. Again.

“Will do, Weirdo.”

Steve was back on his bullshit.

“Oh my god, do you guys think I should try to sing with him? Get the sparks flying, you know?” He moved his head from side to side. “‘Do a little dance? Make a little love’?”

Robin smacked Steve’s arm. “You did not just do that.”

You let out a tiny sigh, looking away from his hopeful expression. Steve genuinely thought he’d cracked the code to Eddie’s heart. And you couldn’t blame him. Who wouldn’t want someone like Eddie?

But really, you wanted to put your head on the table and bang it over and over.

Over. And. Over.

Eddie had gone to get a third beer and Steve had wasted no time before bringing this shit back up. You were seriously starting to dislike him for the first time in three years. Three. Years. He was obnoxious when he was drunk, sure, but it was never like this.

Or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention until tonight.

You shook your head, desperately trying to get the feelings out of your body. The blunt was starting to get the best of you, fogging your brain while your limbs felt like they were vibrating. This was killing your high. No, it was more than that. It was magnifying all the feelings you once swore to be dormant.

You looked over to find Robin staring at you, her eyebrow quirked up. Noticeably, you might add. You and Robin weren’t that close—you were one of Eddie’s best friends to the rest of them. You had fun whenever the group would hang out, whether that be at Eddie’s shows or unwinding at Go Ask Mary, but you never truly hung out alone.

Steve, Robin, and Eddie had moved to Atlanta three years ago, after they wanted out of their small town in Indiana. Steve’s dad had gotten him a job at a big boy law firm in the heart of Downtown. It wasn’t the best way to get into the business, but it was the best way to get all of them out. To start over somewhere bigger, somewhere with more opportunities. Steve convinced them to save up for the summer before driving eight hours to their shitty new apartment. He swung Robin a waitressing gig at a nice restaurant he had a business lunch at—charmed the owner and everything. Eddie had worked at a local gay bar in Decatur and played there sometimes on metal or punk themed nights.

And here Robin was now, staring at you like she was trying to figure out how you were feeling, as if you’d ever be phased by Steve’s confession. Confessions. And she was making eye contact, all bold and unashamed. Like she was some freakishly keen hawk, two steps away from letting out a ca-caw. And if Steve paid just a fraction, just a millimeter of attention, he’d notice.

It was all quite unnerving.

“Don’t you think sparks would already be flying after years of knowing each other?” Robin asked, eyes flickering from Steve’s to yours and then back again. “I mean, I think you would know by now. If there was something between you.” She gestured over to you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

What was her deal?

“Pfffft.”

A bit of Steve’s spit flew out and hit your cheek. You would’ve laughed three hours ago. Now? Now, you were seriously considering bashing his head against the table.

(It was a big night for head bashing.)

“Last call for karaoke!” one of the bartenders announced.

“Wish me luck!” Steve said to you and Robin before raising his hand. “I’ll do it!” he exclaimed loudly, pointing to Eddie who had just finished closing out his tab. “I’ll do it with that handsome man over there!”

Eddie looked surprised but shrugged, a pleasant smile reaching his lips. “Yeah, sure, Harrington. Show me what you got.”

As they moved towards the stage, you swallowed the words resting on your tongue.

I wanted to sing with Eddie tonight.

“I hope he doesn’t embarrass himself.”

You couldn’t look at Robin. You just couldn’t.

“What song did he pick?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“‘Under Pressure’.”

Oh, fuck. You’d sung that in the car with Eddie plenty of times, always with a silent acknowledgement that whatever conversation you were having would cease and the volume was to be turned all the way up. You went for Freddie Mercury's part while Eddie took the lower octaves in David Bowie’s verses. Eddie sounded amazing when he sang it, confident with his range and feeding emotion into the song. And you melted. You just melted.

And when the song started and Eddie’s eyes drifted away from Steve and landed on you, well, you couldn’t help but feel seen. He thought about those times, too, didn't he? It was something you both held special. Right?

But Steve took Eddie’s hand and started trying to dance with him. Eddie laughed, trying to follow his complicated rhythm. Steve was stumbling and nearly fell of the stage, but Eddie caught him, stabilizing him. Just like he’d done with you in the parking lot.

Things were going downhill for you. And they were going down fast.

Eddie cleared his throat dramatically before starting the first verse. “Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you. No man ask for.”

You let out a sigh at the sound of Eddie’s voice, all gravely and husky and soft all the same. It felt even better tonight with whatever was in this joint. You could feel it inside, like it was somehow spreading through you. There was a part of you that was sure you’d never get over it for as long as you lived.

Steve pulled Eddie closer, grabbing at his waist and slowly moving it down.

Oh my fucking god. Eddie knows what he’s doing, right? you asked yourself. Can he tell? Does he like this?

Eddie cleared his throat before belting, “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming—”

“Let me out!” Steve shouted.

They stumbled through a laugh at the ridiculousness, and you began to feel like you were slowly dying. Again.

“I’m…going to go to the bathroom,” Robin announced before scurrying off.

And you tried to keep your eyes off of them. Really, you did. You made yourself look around the room, scanning the face of a drag queen who was currently walking around and engaging in animated conversations with the few other people here. Her eyes were coated in pink glitter and tall eyelashes; nude lips perfectly lined and wrapped around the straw of a cocktail. She was absolutely gorgeous, as most Atlanta queens were. Plus, how could you ever look away from a drag queen? They were angels, truly. Archangels.

But it was Eddie’s singing that brought your attention back, as effortless as Bowie himself. Like there was nothing to it. Like he was always on the track to begin with.

You found yourself thinking about the night you met Eddie, right here in Go Ask Mary. It was the five-month anniversary of their official move to Atlanta, the three of them wanting to go out and celebrate not completely fucking up. They’d gotten out and they were doing pretty okay for themselves by the look of it.

And you? Well, you were a native to the south. Grew up in Tennessee, moved here when you saw the opportunity for college somewhere that wasn’t Tennessee. Found your way through college and realizing you were bisexual and, well, found Go Ask Mary. At the time, you came here with friends, but there was a period time after losing some of those friends where you preferred coming by yourself. It was an accepting atmosphere, one where everyone seemed friendly. You could have a six-minute conversation with a queer stranger and never speak again. But it would be fond and unforgettable. It would be transcendent.

You’d gone up and done a dramatic cover of “I Miss You” by Blink 182, mimicking the singer’s voice rather than being serious about it. A few people laughed—and Eddie was one of them. He’d even let out a few whoo!s and yeah!s. When you’d gotten off the stage, he approached you immediately and asked you if you could be best friends. You laughed at that, thinking then that neither of you were serious.

But then you’d spent the whole night talking and watching Robin and Steve perform.

And then they tapped out and decided to head home.

However, Eddie wanted to stay.

And you told him you could call him an Uber.

And then you stayed until closing, just talking. Nonstop. Like you were seeing an old friend for the first time in decades.

(Is there a joke in there somewhere about three disaster bisexuals and one tragic lesbian walking into a bar?)

“Is that your man?”

You looked behind you, noticing the queen from earlier standing with her hand on her hip as she tapped her acrylic nails along to the beat.

“Which one?” you asked.

“The crazy haired one over there with the wallet chain.”

You could feel your chest start to ache. “No, no. We’re best friends, but we’re not dating.” She let out a hum. You looked at her again, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Um, why? Why do you ask?”

A smirk formed on her lips as she touched your shoulder, leaning down to speak softly into your ear. “Baby, that man’s only looking at you.”

“He is?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you sure?”

The queen looked at you again, her eyebrow raising. “Oh, so you’re jealous of the other one?” She laughed as you gave a defeated shrug. “You ain’t been lookin’ hard, have you?”

“I’m not sure—"

“Honey,” she started, tapping your jaw. You looked back at her. “I know that look. But you ain’t gotta look hard to see what he feels for you.”

“Really?”

She patted the top of your head and stood up straight. “Girl, look harder. Oh, and don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

And then she was waving you a goodbye and walking away.

You looked back to the stage to watch Eddie. You didn’t know how to believe her. Couldn’t. He was right there, leaning in and sharing a microphone with Steve, their faces practically touching. Lopsided grins coming from the two as Eddie hit a high note perfectly and Steve butchered the harmony. Eddie’s voice was dark and angelic. Steve’s eyes were red and perhaps they were sparkling in the purple and blue neon lights. They were having fun.

They’d be a cute couple, a voice in your head said bitterly. And you can sit and watch and be okay with it. Swallow all your emotions like you always do. Let yourself fade into background noise as you watch someone take the spot you want the most. It’s normal at this point, isn’t it? You’re going to be that pathetic and weak, aren’t you?

You looked down at your drink, riddled with those incessant voices in your head telling you that you weren’t good enough. Because you weren’t as forward as Steve, or as brave as Eddie. You couldn’t just say the words or say anything at all. Eddie said everything he thought and made it clear how he felt. It was so simple for him.

Besides…where would the friendship go if Eddie rejected you? Would it remain firm, the foundation solidified enough to keep you where you were before? Or would it start moving away, returning less and less frequently before the inevitable crash?

And how could you ever fathom surviving the implosion?

Eddie began to belt the final chorus, leaving Steve in the dust while secretly trying to get your attention. Maybe he was trying to impress you with his strengthened vocals and (pathetically) wanted you to notice.

But you continued to look down at your drink, scowling and swirling your straw around. He wanted to know what the hell was going on, why you were acting so strange tonight. It’d started out so well when he picked you up, letting the music be the only thing moving you forward. Even in the parking lot, with the jokes and a longing look that felt like it lasted for hours. And now you were…well. Whatever you were.

And the song ended, alongside the minimal applause and stage lights being turned off.

Steve patted Eddie’s shoulder as they got off. Eddie nodded at him before turning towards your table.

But Steve pulled at his forearm.

“Munson, wait.”

Eddie looked back. “Yeah, dude. What’s up?”

Steve smiled and Eddie could tell that he was utterly drunk. It was one of Steve’s goofy smiles, always seeming cartoonish with the way his lips curved into a wave. Eddie always thought it was kinda weird how he did that. Even a little creepy.

“Listen, I’m just gonna come out and ask you a question.”

“Okay…” Eddie trailed, now facing Steve completely.

“Would you ever want to go on a date?”

Eddie’s eyes widened, scanning Steve’s face to try and see if any of this was a joke.

But there was no punchline. He was serious.

“Like, together?” he asked slowly.

Steve laughed, having to lean on a nearby table to stable himself. “Yeah! I don’t know, I just kinda thought we had some chemistry or something. I’m drunk so I can’t articulate it very well, but I’ve wanted to ask for a while.”

Eddie raised a hand to scratch along his stubble and thought about it. Had he really not noticed that Steve was into him? He thought he’d made it clear to Robin his affections for you. He’d just assumed she would tell Steve but, clearly, she hadn’t.

It was all Eddie ever talked about when him and Robin were alone, holed up in Eddie’s bedroom with a couple of beers and When Harry Met Sally playing on his TV. She told him over and over how he should just say something to you or even drop hints here and there. And to be fair, he thought he had. Even tonight with the joint in your mouth and the comment about it not being as pretty as you. And you’d just waved it off. Acted like it was nothing. Moved on so quickly and so suddenly.

But.

Well.

Was there such harm in saying yes to Steve? You certainly hadn’t said anything and maybe it would be good for him to explore something with someone who he knew for sure wanted him. It could be simple with him. Steve was fun to be around. He could be happy with him if it went anywhere. Because it could go somewhere…

Right?

He stared at Steve for some time before he responded.

You tried to leave with Robin and Steve, but Eddie pulled you towards his van instead. That meant two blocks of walking together and he didn’t waste any time before he started talking.

“Where are you going, Weirdo?” he asked, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a side-hug. “You know you live closer to me.”

He was right. After Eddie had snagged his current job as a mechanic at a nice dealership, he’d gotten his own place so that he could have a space for himself. He really liked his alone time as much as he liked being around you or any of his other friends. One of the main reasons was because he needed complete silence when planning his campaigns and, well, Robin and Steve weren’t necessarily quiet people.

You chuckled, but it sounded forced. “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m crossed or something,” you replied. “You’ve always had a higher tolerance than me.”

Eddie gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”

You nodded and tried to keep walking.

But he didn’t.

“You’re not holding my hand right now.”

His voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.

“Oh, I guess I just wasn’t thinking about it tonight.”

Or you’re not actually cross-faded, Eddie thought to himself. But he didn’t say anything, just bumped your shoulder with his and tried to bring the energy back. You hadn’t smiled since you’d all left and there was no way you’d leave tonight without one. So, he turned around and started walking backwards, shimmying his shoulders. He cracked the code, watching as you began to snort. Thank God.

“So, did you like my killer vocals?” he asked, his playful tone raising the energy back to its rightful place.

Until your smile faltered.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” you said, hardly sounding sarcastic or playful. And it certainly didn’t meet your eyes. “You and Steve looked like you were having fun.”

Eddie hesitated, wanting to tell you about Steve’s…proposition. Should he casually drop it into the conversation? Would tonight be the night that he admitted how he felt? Or would he continue to rely on you doing it?

“He asked me out,” Eddie said before he could think further, heart racing.

“What?”

“Yeah, right after we got offstage. Crazy, right?”

“What did you say?” you asked, stopping in your tracks. You were only across the street from his van now. Only twenty steps.

But you’d stopped.

So, Eddie did too.

“I told him I’d think about it,” he replied.

“And have you? Thought about it?”

He tried to read your expression, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

So, he pushed.

“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought of it before he said anything. I mean, it’s kinda out of nowhere…”

“Do you like him?” you whispered.

Eddie thought about lying, to try and elicit some form of jealousy from you so he could start the conversation. Gamble and see what happens. But he couldn’t lie to you like that. It wouldn’t be right. It’d just be shitty.

“Not really. Like, Steve’s pretty and all and he’s a really good friend or whatever. But I just haven’t really thought much about it and then suddenly there he was, poof, asking me out. And, I don’t know, I just thought it was a bit weird.”

You nodded along, looking away. “Yeah, that’s weird.”

Eddie couldn’t help himself. “Do you think I should say yes?”

“You’re asking me?” you asked, your eyebrows pinching together.

You looked…upset. Why did you look so upset at the question?

“Absolutely,” he said, nodding.

“Why do you want my opinion? I mean, you’ve known him longer.”

Eddie shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. I value your opinion or whatever.”

You scoffed. “I don’t think I should be the determining factor on who you should date.”

You have no fucking clue.

“And if I wanted you to be?”

The words left his lips before he could save himself and, God, his heart was banging on his flesh, like it was trying to escape. Like it wasn’t able to handle it any more in his wired brain.

You hesitated again.

“Well, I don’t know.” Before Eddie could ask again, you sighed. “Do what you want, Eddie. Just…be careful.”

He shut his mouth again and nodded.

“Yeah, alright. Sure.”

Eddie spent that night analyzing your hesitation. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe you were thinking about how stupid he was or, even worse, maybe you were just too scared to say anything. Like him.

Your lips had quivered slightly. You were holding back those words again, the ones that felt like they’d already been shared and were waved off by the time you spoke again. And it drove him absolutely crazy.

And instead of asking you, he texted Steve.

About that date… When and where?

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 2 months ago

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Dreams of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing: Alfons Sylvatica x MC

Part of : Kinktober hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt : 1. Porn Actors AU | Anonymous Sex/One-night Stand &

2. Gloryholes | Handjobs/Fingering & 24. Facesitting | Deepthroating from @xxsycamore list

Tag: Old lovers, Gloryholes, Anonymous sex, Mention of bisexuality, Oral, male receiving, Deepthroating, Mirror Masturbation, Cockdrunk, Cockworship, Come swallowing Minors DNI!!

Word Count : 3.035

Author’s Note: An evening like any others turn into so much more when Roger decide to invite Alfons to visit a certain inn, unaware of the pain and pleasure they would both find withing walls that have countless stories to told, enough to coaxe the ephemeral phantom in a night of bittersweet affection he would have never expected to find so pleasant. 😏

Side note : The MC is not the one in the game but an old lover of his possesed by a curse too.

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

Of all the places Alfons expected Roger to bring him in, when he had more mirthfully announced he was going to show him something he would have surely liked, a seemingly innocuous room in an otherwise pretty dull street of an anonymous inn was the last thing he would have ever expected.

“Oh my, don't tell me you brought me to visit a one night stand of yours.”

“Ahahah as it could be, you know I don’t want strings attached when I partake in it, plus I won’t be so irresponsible as to not tell them beforehand.”

“Your morals are really admirable.”

“Morals as if.”

Roger let out a scornful chuckle.

“I merely didn’t want to be bothered by some who seek serious lovers.”

“I am mostly perplexed. I have to say from the setting, what are we up to if I may ?”

“In one minute you will discover it.”

With rapid steps he reached for a door knocking twice then turned the doorknob once in each direction and after a while a voice from inside asked him to identify themselves with nicknames.

For that night alone Roger would have been known as the Hunter and Alfons as the Mirror.

“You really couldn't think of more fitting names, don’t you?”

“Aahahhaha what are you complaining about, old chap ? You haven’t a shed of faith in your friend.”

“Ah I would never dare to suggest something so unbecoming of a gentleman.”

Their banter though got interrupted as the door finally opened, an hooked man hushed them to get inside before closing it behind their back, the room was shed in light to the point of being garish as it shone and flickered sultrily over the golden decorations of the polished wooden furniture caressing the scarlet brocades of the upholstery, people of all social classes continue to come and go from the huge flight of steps covered in the same thick reddish carpet of the floor they were in, muffling their movements as they clumsily made their way toward the exit with smiles from lecherous to blissful betraying the nature of their business in the upstairs rooms.

“What our gentlemen may be interested in to satisfy their desires ?”

The velvety voice of the masked man was low and clear enough to make them focus back on the matter at hand, shame not lingering in him as he waited for their answers.

“I really like the sight of a beautiful woman crying in pleasure.”

“As Mister Hunter desires, please come this way.”

A short man dressed in a brown cape led him away from his sight, Alfons smiled faking annoyance at the enthusiastic smirk Roger offered him as they ducked in an hallway.

“What about you, Mister Mirror, how would you like to find pleasure within our humble walls?”

“I am not of great expectations but I would like you to show me something I have never seen before, as long as it piques my curiosity I am up for anything.”

“I see your request is indeed a peculiar one but fear not. We have the right solution, we guarantee to find something that would entertain you and keep you satisfied as well.”

Alfons raised his eyebrow at the prompt answer, following the scarlet caped man as he led him further away from the entrance and deeper in the maze like hallways of the inn.

Lascivious moans and guttural groans melted and mixed together in a melody of lust resonating through the little space of the corridor, noises of headboard hitting against walls and skin being slapped muffled by the much louder mewls of both pain and pleasure swirling in the air in a cacophony not new to his ear but that in the darkness of the inn, barely lightened by the flame flickering on the candlesticks mounted on the walls elicited in him a sort of curiosity toward the kind of pleasure he would have found behind the door his escort most kindly indicated to him.

“Here you will find something to satisfy even the most demanding taste, but if by any chance anything should bore you I beg you to roam the rooms as you like. I wish you a very pleasant evening.”

Pleasant indeed was the prospect of it, a light smirk curling his lips at the sight of the utterly banal walls if not for a particular hole cut in the lower half of the one facing the door, walking closer he noticed it to have been covered around the edges with velvet certainly to make it more pleasurable for the clients of the inn.

It was since his young adult years he didn’t see a glory hole like that, its sight awoke memories of his nocturnal prowling and of all the pleasure he learnt to give and receive honing his skill at every given occasion.

A smirk playing on his lips as he leisurely waltzed to look at it, humming in delight as his gloved fingers ascertained the thickness of the wall, it would have been awkward if it had feel in the middle of the act and yet once the same thing happened to him, luckily the guy on the other side wasn’t so prude and so they fucked the night away or else he would have been pretty annoyed at the prospect to find another playmate to entertain himself with.

How many memories he had of that time Alfons reflected bitterly, Roger's penchant for remembering old times must have rubbed off on him a bothersome nuisance he would have done his best to give up … even though a part of him didn’t want to forget his own memories, messy as they were.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he regained his composure in the blink of an eye, his carefree smile once more in his place as he shot a glance at the seemingly innocuous hole in the wall.

If that was the game then he would have most devotedly partaken in it like the impenitent hedonist he was, with movements too refined for such a place he took off his coat and waistcoat draping them on an empty armchair before undoing his cravat that haplessly fell on top of them along his gloves.

Alfons knew exactly what to do and yet a primal curiosity brought him to peer in the opening on the wall, nothing out of the ordinary caught his eyes except for the scarlet bed at the center of the room and the soft fuzzy carpet placed right under the hole,waiting for someone to show up without making a move was useless and so with any further ado he unbuckled his pants, showing them off along his undergarments.

The fresh air of the room hit his cock who laid flaccid in his hand, he had not the whole evening to expect for something to excite him and so he started stroking it, thankfully there was a mirror next to the coat hanger he used to get aroused by the lewd action of watching himself caress his dick.

A smirk on his lips as he met the gaze of his reflection in the mirror, there was in his grey eyes a speck of sadness latching onto his smile but he soon looked away from it, focusing on the way his hand slide up and down his shaft, brushing over his glans, all the while his other hand went to cup his balls squeezing them enough to make a bead of precum spill from its orifice skillfully smeared from his thumb all around his tip, scraping his short nails over the light blue veins stretching all around his length, he could have almost cum from a sight like that, and it wouldn’t have even been anything new to him, but as much as he hated making pleasure wait he had to.

Reluctantly he pulled away from the mirror, shooting a last sultry glance to his fully erect manhood standing proud and throbbing between his legs, lewd and shameless alike his owner.

He took a deep breath before guiding it in the hole waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the frizzy air making him shiver as his member throbbed painfully against the hardness of the wood begging to be touched again.

If there was something Alfons hated in the world aside hard labour was having his pleasure postponed or worse denied, he gritted his teeth pushing against the wall hoping for someone, anyone to do something and brush away his boredom along the dark thoughts that otherwise threatened to swim freely in his mind stealing the little fun he could have had if they had not spoiled it for him.

His wait was rewarded generously the moment he felt a pair of lips kiss the base of his dick close to his balls, heat rushed in his cheeks robbing him of all coherent thoughts, there was only one woman in all London that begin her blowjobs like that, he knew her at the point forgetting was never an option, nor for his body nor for his heart racing madly in his chest.

An husky growl escaped his lips as her velvety tongue swirled around his base, her soft hands cradled his balls in her hand, moulding and squeezing them lightly as she scraped her teeth on his length.

“Damnation.”

A curse slipped through his gritted teeth as he pushed against the wood, it was not even a whole minute and he already felt on the verge of cumming like an inexperienced teen, such was the effect she had on him, her and only her.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, tingling like a fairy and as much as ephemeral he almost thought to have dreamed, but he soon had to return to reality when he felt her long fingers indolent stroking his cock up and down, torturing him as she raked her nails through the bush of dark curls concealing his balls the same she shamelessly traced the outline of with her index digit followed in tow by the warm wetness of her tongue and softness of her lips as she entertained herself sucking them one at time welcomed into her warm mouth robbing a growl of dissatisfaction from his lips as she pulled away resuming her idle massage switching from his testicles to the engorged glans of his penis, tickling it with her soft thumb.

A groan erupted from his throat as she finally engorged his tip in her mouth, her tongue ran flat over his frenulum over and over again before flickering swiftly over his orifice pushing him closer to the limit, he so hoped she would have been merciful enough to grant him and take responsibility for the what she had aroused … but it seem he was wrong, a whimper of dissatisfaction dissimulated in an heavy sigh escaped his lips as he felt some drop of precum rolling down his shaft tickling its sensitive skin.

Alfons gritted his teeth, clawing the smooth surface of the wood enough to leave signs that were by far the only ones, almost as he had run a thousand miles he painted heavily, he tried to regain as much air as he could breathing through his mouth as he leaned his head against the wall feeling sweat trickling down his torso clinging his shirt to his skin, making him hyper aware of the state he was in as he faced the wall, his pants unbuttoned pooled at his feet along his drawers, his butt naked alike his aching legs, except for his calves still cladded in socks hold up by garthers, and shoes, a most comical sight he hoped no one would have been subject to look at but he knew deep down that even if someone saw he wouldn't have minded.

He muttered under his breath an incorrect string of words as he pushed against the wall, begging for her to do something, anything, but make him wait so long for his release … but after all he shouldn't have been one to talk since he often did the same to her, pushing her close to a climax only to withdraw when she least expected it leaving them both unsatisfied until she took matter into her own hands, riding him until dawn.

What was a dream and what reality ?

Alfons didn't know anymore, he knew nothing in that moment but the painful throbbing of his shaft between his legs, his tip scraping against the hardness of the wood at each thrust of his, each minute of having his pleasure denied brought him closer to madness, gnawing at his impeccable facade of gentleman.

“More.”

His words a plea he wasn’t sure she heard but luckily for him she did, a low growl rumbled out of his throat at the familiar velvet of her tongue licking down his cock avidly polishing it from the beads of precum that stained it, rewarding him plenty for the wait he had to endure for her to finally make a move, as she wasn’t bold enough to do it on her own without needing any encouragement.

A shameless groan of pleasure echoed in the room as she engulfed her mouth around his member, it was big enough to hit the back of her throat but she didn’t seemed to mind as she begin to bob her head up and down taking delight in caressing the raven curls above his dick sultrily sliding her index finger all the way up to his bellybutton, caressed with he daresay reverence, her own way to thank him for his existence, a moment of tenderness that was enough to move him to the core, wetting his grey eyes he was for once grateful she couldn’t see … but thinking twice he preferred if she saw remembering the passionate way she poured her love into him at each thrust and kiss she offered him when she senses he needed it.

Moment she decided to boost pulling him out and kissing its tip before engulfing it back all the way in her warm mouth.

“Lustful siren.”

A string of curse escaped his lips as he felt her sticky saliva coating his member pooling right on his tip her sinful tongue didn’t stopped swirling lasciviously on, her soft lips fluttering like a butterfly along his shaft tickling its sensitive skin all the while her skillful fingers cradled his balls, stroking them up and down in time with the movements of her head.

He was close so very close to a climax he tried to push away to enjoy as much as he can the sweet sensation of her warm mouth engulfing his cock to the fullest, and yet for as much as he did his best to grit his teeth still his jaw unclenched at the overwhelming pleasure letting out such erotic guttural groans he was sure she could hear from her soft giggles reverberating through his skin seeping into him warming him heart, because even if he had never admitted it she was one of the few that managed to get under his skin and gain a semblance of affection from a man closed off to any kind of deep human connection.

Like a lightning during a summer storm his climax washed over him robbing low groans that tumbled from his lips as he pressed his forehead against the wall clawing on it, grateful for her movements as she helped him ride out his orgasms eagerly continuing to bob her head up and down in time with each twitch of his cock spurting thick ropes of cum in her mouth, that judging by her satisfied moans she most avidly swallowed like it was the most delicious meal in the world.

“My dove.”

His voice a whisper as he leaned his forehead to the wall, his heart beating of his own accord in his chest with a mix of lust and he daresay affection he held for her even though he wasn’t sure it was really her the one who gifted him that mindblowing orgasm that night but his doubts got cleared soon enough as he heard a voice he would have recognized amidst thousands.

“Alfons Sylvatica.”

His raspy breath melting into a groan as he clawed on the wood wishing for it to dissolve, if just that once he wanted to meet her and have sex like they did in the old days before she left, he knew her missions brought her all over Europe but with her as he never did before he wished they wouldn’t have been cursed, then they could have been free living the life they wanted, together in an comfortable house like a normal middle class couple.

He sighed heavily, bittersweet desire he knew to be destined to remain a dream, an illusion not less unreal than the ones they showed and entranced people with.

“Meet me at The beautiful swan tavern this saturday and you may find yourself in for a treat.”

Her seductive voice ever charming, only one able to put a spell on him, the ephemeral phantom no man or woman was ever able to get close to, except his too kind for his own good employer, she alone could make him envision dreams far more vivid than the ones he gifted others ever were.

“I will be there.”

“See you, Mirror. Don't let me down.”

There was something strangely forlorn in her tone, and even if he knew that she would have loved him regardless if he showed there or not his heart begged him to let himself feel love, be it for a fleeting instant, with her, intoxicated as he was he listened to it, his voice way too sweeter for his liking as he murmured longingly.

“I won’t, my dove.”

After a tug on his cock she pulled back from the hole reluctantly he tucked it back in with shaking hands riding on the euphoria that encounter brought him, clinging to him like a stubborn puppy even after he slumped on his bed at the castle admiring the sun rising up from his slumber behind the mountains, his lips curled, for once, in an honest smile.

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bengiyo · 5 months ago

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Century of Love Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Yesterday, we got off to a fantastic start with this show. San is a 120+ year old man whose body hasn’t aged in a century because of a curse that will allow him to reunite with his reincarnated dead love. He has about two months left to find his love before he turns to dust in excruciating agony. He’s been cared for by multiple generations of a family for the last century, and finally found his love. Unfortunately for him, she reincarnated as one of the most beautiful boys ever created, and San has to sort through some of his own drama. San hasn’t known another’s touch in quite a long time, and all he’s felt for a century is excruciating pain at night when the curse forces him to feel every injury he’s ever healed from. We left at San having an erotic dream about Vee.

Not the curse behaving like a chastity belt for a 100 years until he found Vee!!!

I’m so glad Vee’s grandmother didn’t die. I was already getting sad.

I hope this show keeps up the meditation on death and grief since its protagonist is an undead.

Well well well. Our boy Vee is happily bisexual and not one to swoon at a pretty face. I love him. It’s so funny that we ended the last episode on San’s fantasy about Vee instinctively knowing him in comparison.

A pratfall kiss! Where is the Love Stage!! face bleeding scene?

I do like that the people around San tease him about being an old man.

Uh oh. Family problems.

Amazing. Vee is also possibly committing crimes.

Wait, why does he have to turn into a child to regenerate, and when will Offroad interact with this child?

WOW, IMMEDIATELY! THANK YOU, SHOW!

Incredible acting. He carefully sets the child actor down before they use an editing trick for him to kick this child in the chest.

I love the way this young actor is playing San. Good job, everyone.

I appreciate this show taking San’s shirt off in every episode.

Let me tell you a story, “Once upon a time, deep, deep in the jungle, there was the little engine that could…”

I love Vee so much. San is gonna get mad about this, but I’m totally with Vee about life being about the future and not the past. I hope that Vee never remembers anything of Vad’s life.

Who is this guy, and why did he want some of San’s blood? Is he connected to that Lord Trai guy from before? Who is this with the phone??

Listen, nephew, I do not trust you or your information.

They put hands on the family! It’s over for them!!!

Oh, nephew definitely involved in whoever is trying to take the stone.

Well, that confrontation with Vee didn’t go well for San, but he looked good in that outfit. I like that Vee feels like a full person who has had enough with being nice to a rude person.

Who is this old timer who knows about the stone?

This preview makes it feel like it’s going to be a month before San and Vee interact again.

This show has everything. Fantasy, action, comedy, drama, tragedy, child actors getting kicked in the chest, and people even get stabbed with their own knives! I like that Vee isn’t a pushover and is also willing to fight, and I really hope we get to see San and Vee fight together at some point. This was a really fun opening week for this show, and I will be seated for the rest of it. I hope the family continues to give San shit the entire time.

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butterflywithsass · 4 months ago

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The good, the bad, and the ineffable omens. What makes Good Omens special.

I'm not very good at making posts on here so sorry if the formatting sucks. It's the anniversary of season two, and thinking back on everything, it's incredible how much has happened since it came out. I might get a bit long-winded, so if that's not your thing, just scroll on by. I'm just gonna take a look at why I love Good Omens, why I love the Good Omens fandom, and what the future holds for all of us who love this story.

I guess you could say I'm a bit of a new fan. I watched the first season in 2019. I liked it but I didn't really think about it until I heard it was getting a second season, and I decided to watch it again.

This second watch came at a very strange time in my life. I'd left my very introverted homeschool life behind to go to an art school in another state. I was studying creative writing, and just beginning to dream that I might be an actual writer someday. I've always gotten intensely invested in stories, a part of my ADHD that I've always struggled with. I find a story, and it consumes my soul. I have difficulty expressing emotions in real life, so stories have been an outlet for me to feel things in the persona of a character. It's this incredible power that makes me love storytelling so much. I could go on and on about the beauty of this, but that will get a bit to much so I'll move on. Mah point is...

whenever I would get really invested in a story, my parents would indulge me, but would always feel the need to mention, "You know it's not real, right?"

Anyway, for the first time, I was away from home and I could really indulge in stories without the pressure to disconnect from it to avoid the judgment of my family. For the first time, I could just be in love with a story.

A lot happened during the first year away from home, not all of which is relevant, but around this time I started owning up to my identity as bisexual. Being at an art school meant I was surrounded by queer people from all backgrounds, not all of them had the same support I did, and I witnessed secondhand as my friends went through the pain of having homophobic families who would control what art they made and who they spent time with, threatening to withdraw them from the school if they used certain names or pronouns. It was common for my friends to have a sort of shorthand code for when it was safe to use their preferred name or pronoun. Some came from very religious households, and so religion had been linked very closely to repression.

Good Omens came at a time when I was stretching my wings both in my identity as a person and as a writer and has informed what I write about ever since. As a writer, my work often focuses on themes such as fate and free will, religion and passion, divinity and humanity, and apocalyptic images. Additionally, Good Omens encouraged me to embrace comedy in my writing and to explore the absurd and whimsical. It helped me let go of the vice that held me back from writing things I thought weren't intellectual enough, or weren't creative enough.

I also became aware of the people behind the show, and of course, I grew to admire Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. I admired how Neil Gaiman seemingly defied the inevitable fate of obscure and unsuccessful writers. To me, Neil Gaiman was an example of how writers could actually make it out there in the world. Terry Pratchett, I admit, took less of an interest in because he had been long dead before I became acquainted with Good Omens, and I mistakenly gave Neil Gaiman more credit for the tv show. If you want to know more about why I saw "mistakenly," check out @vidavalor where they talk about the other writers on the show and how much they contributed. It's really quite eye-opening and it gives me hope that the show can continue well enough without Gaimen.

I also grew to become a fan of David Tennent and Micheal Sheen. And when I say a fan of David Tennent, I mean a BIG fan. The Good Omens to Doctor Who pipeline is so f*cking steep I felt like Crowley during the fall. Not just Who, though, I watched stuff like Taking Over the Asylum, Einstein and Eddington, Around the World in 80 Days, Broadchurch, Jessica Jones, Escape Artist, f*king Single Father lol. I even got into Shakespeare because of David Tennent.

The love displayed by the actors for Good Omens feels truly special. Micheal Sheen's devotion to the story shines through in everything he says about it, and David Tennent, though not originally a fan, seems to have grown more and more fond of the story. I think it's not a reach of our imagination to say that the story has become very special to both of them, even more so than to us.

It's rare to see actors treat their roles as more than just a job. The occasional publicity stunt and press tour interviews aside, the roles actors take seldom stick with them, and I think it's a testament to the power of Good Omens that this is not the case for Micheal and David.

Season 2 came out of course, and we all know how that went down. I was has heartbroken as everyone else by the final 15, but I never had any doubt that the story was destined to have a happy ending.

Unlike some shows, where the story likes to flirt with tragedy to keep viewers hooked, Good Omens is not that kind of show. Amidst the pathos and drama of the Christian/Apocalypse setting, with literal heaven and hell involved, the story is relatively clean. I enjoy some Ineffible Husbands spicy fanfiction of course, but I'm glad that Good Omens has remained relatively kid-friendly. Queer themes are so often included only in "adult media," paired with dark themes and often explicit moments making them inaccessible to kids and cementing the idea that Queerness is inherently inappropriate. While Good Omens has the occasional adult reference such as Madam Tracy's side gig as a dominatrix or the 'seamstress,' they are veiled enough to pass. Even the sex scene with Anathama and Newt is comic enough that it can hardly be classified as one. As for heaven and hell, it would be easy to try and stress the darkness of hell through plenty of disturbing subtexts and the brutality of heaven, but here the show errs towards comedy, portraying both sides as corporate systems -- both funny and much more relatable evil than torture or traumatic scenes. It's easier to understand rude co-workers, degrading comments, overbearing bosses and endless paperwork than it is to understand the sources of our perception of good and evil.

Putting Adam Young as the center of the story of season one focuses the entire narrative. At the end of the day, Good Omens is about the ineffable nature of humanity defying all odds (or gods) betting against it. It's a humanist story, showing us that no matter how much the forces of good or evil might like to influence us, whatever we do will up to us.

This theme is constantly referenced, from Crowley's habit of taking credit for anything evil humans do and claiming it was his idea, to Aziraphale's constant assertions that humans are inherently good. It's exemplified by the baby swap disaster, which is a microcosm of this theme. No matter how much the powers above and below might scheme, they're plans generally end up being irrelevant to the choices of humans.

It's why Crowley and Aziraphale love humans so much. Humans are a guide for them, showing them how they can be more than just good and evil, and on our side, it's a hopeful thought to have, that the powers of good and evil looking down on us, instead of judging us, might actually have fallen in love with us along the way. It shows us that we are allowed to love ourselves.

The love that Aziraphale and Crowley have for each other is also at the heart of this story. While it has been discussed at length, it's for good reason. Because we all need a good love story. Amidst the uncertainty and ceaseless change, there is a constant, unbreaking bond between Crowley and Aziraphale-- steady as the revolution of the cosmos. Nothing in the scope of space and time is certain, but this is. We know that because we've seen it. Good Omens manages to create a love story on both a personal and an archetypal scale. On one level, this is a love story between two people from different worlds finding something familiar in each other. It's got the drama of starcrossed love, the steadiness of an age-old love, still with the butterflies of new feelings. As a queer love story, the hope in it is even more important.

Crowley and Aziraphale have all the qualities of two characters that are doomed by the narrative, and as much as I love those types of stories, this is a story about hope and it demands a happy ending. After all, if those two idiots can't get a happy ending, what hope do the rest of us have?

All this is to say, that while the final 15 was shattering emotionally, and still is, I never once doubted that all would be well eventually.

The recent accusations against Neil Gaiman came as a shock to me. I admittedly didn't know all that much about him as a person, but I looked up to him as a writer, as I said. The more that is revealed, the more truthful they become. I hoped that these allegations would end up as a big misunderstanding, and I questioned the timing just after David Tennent was attacked online for his support of the lgbtq community. However, the more information about Gaimen comes to light, the less it looks like a mistake.

This leaves us in a difficult position. It is not selfish to worry about the future of Good Omens. It is not foolish to be surprised. It is not naive to feel betrayed. It would be easy to come to the conclusion that 'no one should be trusted,' or to feel that the whole story has been tainted. It's so easy to write off the whole story as 'ethically complicated' so you don't have to examine your feelings critically. It's easy to 'boycott,' something so you don't have to deal with it, as if by not engaging with it, it's not real. I would urge you not to do this. boycotting a story is not as simple as just refusing to buy a product. Stories are part of culture and identity, to a certain extent, the person you are hurting the most is yourself.

There's a reason I spent so long describing why Good Omens is such an incredibly powerful story, because Neil Gaiman's actions negate none of that. The meaning of Good Omens is not dependent on the actions of the author. A truth is still true, even from the mouth of a liar.

Before I loved Good Omens, I loved Harry Potter. Despite JK Rowling's general shittiness, Harry Potter has brought goodness to people's lives, and even though some themes in the story ought to be examined more critically, the joy and comfort those stories brought also cannot be ignored. I was ten when I started reading Harry Potter. I was too young to grasp the homophonic or anti-semetic undertones in the story, and ironically, Harry Potter taught me to by an ally before I even knew I was queer. Before reading Harry Potter, I didn't know what gay was. After hearing Dumbledore was 'gay,' I did a google search and looked up the term in a dictionary. I remember my thoughts being, "you can do that?" and then, "why are people so upset?"

The point of this Harry Potter tangent is to say that while the intentions of the author may influence a story, the author ultimately can't control the effect the story will have on others. Once it is published, a significant part of it no longer belongs to them. They can't control what messages other people find in it, and they lose the right to decide what messages are true or not. If Neil Gaimen were to say today that Good Omens is all a very complicated metaphor for masturbation, that announcement would mean zilch.

Additionally, Neil Gaiman isn't even the only author! You don't have to give him all that credit to start with. Once again, refer to @vidavalor for info on the other amazing people who may have had a bigger hand in writing our favorite moments that we thought.

The Good Omens fandom has taught me not to be ashamed for loving a fictional story. I've been in the Lotr, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Marvel, Sherlock, and countless other fandoms, and I can easily say that Good Omens is the most supportive, the most accepting, the most decent online fan community I've found.

We can hang in there. We've loved Good Omens since the book came out, we've loved Good Omens since before I was born, and we loved it even when we lost Terry Pratchett. We loved Good Omens when we thought there would never be a show, and when we thought one season was all there would be. Good Omens has so many kind and talented people behind it and so much love for it. Neil Gaimen will not sink us now. He doesn't have that much power.

@davidtennantgenderenvy also has a video on this that is very thoughtful.

#good omens #good omens 3 #good ineffable omens #david tennant #micheal sheen #douglas mackinnon #neil gaiman #Gaimengate #So many people have been helped by this story #Let's make sure we get that happy ending

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sleepyqweeb189 · 6 months ago

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Trigger warning: Drugging, blood, drowning, body horror(both in writing and picture).

Alexa body acke so much her right . Saint Vanilla magic was really powerful, but whatever magic he was using... it's not the same as Pure Vanilla she knew from the game...

Alexa has been walking for a while, not knowing where to go. Her feet hurt, she's hungry, only eating one bite of poptart she had, she didn't have much to sense of direction and only kept going. She wanted to cry. Tears fell down her face as she cried. Alexa got tired of walking and decided to take a small nap... she hopes that this is all just a dream...

The next morning...

Alexa felt the sun on her face. She weakly got up and noticed that she was still in the forest. Alexa sighed and got back to wandering somewhere... After a while, Alexa stumbled across a pink fabric near a river. She wonders where the fabric came from, but it might help with her burn on get right wrist. Alexa tied the ribbon around her wrist in hopes it would help. Alexa got back on her journey, and she didn't notice her clothes slowly changed on its own. By the time Alexa got to a boat, she slowly got in before noticing that her clothes changed into a dress or what locals wear in the hollyberry kingdom. Then, she remembered that she might be near the Hollybarry kingdom! Maybe Hollybarry will help! Alexa remembered how to paddle a boat and strear it, but she was scared of falling in as she doesnt know how to swim. Alexa slowly paddles her way to the Kingdom and feels so happy. But when she got close and was busy trying to get out without messing or ripping the dress, she felt herself being grabbed and thrown onto the deck. She didn't have time to process what was happening before she was picked up by the shoulder and forced to stand up.

"STATE NAME AND YOUR BUSINESS IN THE HOLLYBERRY KINGDOM?!" The guard holding her yelled and demanded.

"U-um im... Blue Cherry...? A-and I'm just visiting a f-friend..?" Alexa was scared and tried to lie about her name.

The guards put her down and allowed her in. Alexa eyes widen in shock from how beautiful the kingdom looks from the game. She looked around and talked to some nice ladies and men. Alexa can feel her bisexuality showing a bit whenever she sees a beautiful lady and man. Alexa explores a bit more, but she is hungry... she was surviving on a poptart with a small bite each day. Alexa saw a really good treat through a window and couldn't help but stare at it. Alexa kept staring at the window and didn't notice someone coming behind her.

"I can buy for you if you want. Hollybarry wouldn't want to see anyone to starve." A male voice spoke.

Alexa turned around and saw Wildberry! Alexa wanted to decline, but she nodded. She was too hungry. Wildberry and Alexa ate together, well, mostly Alexa. Alexa had 3 slices of cake, more than Alexa ate in her life when it comes to cake. Alexa didn't notice Wildberry holding his gomlet like he was ready to use it. Alexa ate with glee and finished her plate.

"Thank you so much, sir. I should be going soon." Alexa got up and continued walking.

Alexa was able to find an inn for a day free. Alexa was super happy when she lay down in bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Alexa woke up in the middle of the night to loud banging. Alexa was scared and ran to open the door, thinking it was an emergency. But Alexa was pushed back and picked up by the neck.

"H-help! Someone help!" Alexa screamed in fear as she begged for help.

"Quiet. Her majesty will be here soon..." Wildberry said.

Alexa has kept struggling and was able to see Wildberry. His look changed... to her, Wildberry looks like a bad guy. I saw what looks like Hollybarry, but... different. She looked scary, and Alexa wondered if that's a real dragon skull. Hollybarry walks towards alexa and Wildberry.

"Ah~ you're the girl Saint Vanilla was talking about. You do look rather odd for a cookie. I suggest you calm with us calmly..." Dragonberry suggested calmy.

Alexa didn't want to listen. Why should she listen? Her room was barged in. Wildberry is close to choking her. But... what choice does she have? She is not very athletic or strong... she is just average. Alexa nodded at Dragonberry command.

"Oh good! What a good child you are! But just to make sure... Guard, inject her." Dragonberry command.

Alexa saw the needle and started to freak out. Alexa started beg and beg to be good, beg to not run. But they guard holding the needle didn't listen. Alexa doesn't like needles but hates needles that have a substance that she doesn't know about...

Wildberry holds Alexa still while the other guard injects the needle in her thoat. Alexa screamed and cried in pain. Alexa tried to calm down cause she knew her freaking out wouldn't help. The needle existed her neck. Alexa slowly felt her body grow tired. The last thing she saw was Dragonberry smiling.

Alexa groaned. Alexa slowly picked herself up but immediately stumbled and fell back down. Alexa probably thinks that she just disoriented.

"Welcome dearie, nice to see you awake! Her majesty asked me for some blood samples! Now i may ask for you to come with me?" A nice cookie lady asked.

Alexa did her best to stand up and follow the nice cookie lady. Alexa had to sit down as the lady cookie took some of her blood. The lady cookie looked surprised that Alexa's blood wasn't Jam. The cookie lady walked Alexa back into her cell. Alexa was scared. She wants to go home... why can't this just be a dream-

"Being all sssssad won't help." A rough voice spoke.

Alexa looked over and saw Pitaya cookie. Alexa was surprised to see him there. Alexa looked over and tried to talk to him, but he didn't say anything else. Alexa gave up after a bit. A couple of days went by. Alexa would be taken to a room, her blood would be taken, then back into her cell. Alexa was given twice as much food as Pitaya cookie. Alexa probably thought that since Wildberry did report how much she ate. Alexa saves her food and makes sure to hide it. Late at night, Alexa does give her leftovers to Pitaya. He doesn't take it, but he takes it when Alexa is sleeping. Alexa was slowly planning an escape. She has to get to her own home. Alexa would do this late at nignt whem they took Pitaya for questioning. Alexa sucked in her gut and squeezed out of the bars. Once Alexa got out, Alexa took a second to stop feeling dizzy. Getting her head out the bars were the hardest and hurt the most. Once alexa felt better, she got up and started to look her way out. Alexa looked through some empty room to find anything useful. All that Alexa could find was some band-aid and a scalpel. Alexa was able to find the main room to see Pitaya and Dragonberry talking, well mostly Dragonberry talking and Pitaya ignoring her. Alexa stayed in the shadows. Alexa stays quiet and slowly walks towards Dragonberry. Alexa took a second before sprinting toward Dragonberry and attempted to take her Soul Jam. If Alexa noticed anything from the Beast Yeast play through of Cookie run, then she knew that the Soul Jam might stop or delay the destruction. But... Alexa only heard Dragonberry laugh. Dragonberry grabbed Alexa from her back and threw her hard against some table where they had some harsh and some unknown chemicals. Alexa screamed and cried loudly in pain. Alexa head hit harshly against the wall. It will make others wonder why Alexa hasn't fainted instantly. The broken glass that holds some of the chemicals has stabbed through one of her hands, parts of her back, some in her feet, and the biggest ones were in her both her arm. Alexa felt the effects of being thrown to the wall. Alexa attempted to get up, but it was hard.

(WARNING: BLOOD, BIT OF BODY HORROR)

Alexa can feel her head bleeding and felt her tears start streaming down. Alexa could taste some of the unknown chemicals that entered her mouth but only a little bit.

"Geez... you ruined our stuff. You know that took a very long time, you little brat." Dragonberry spoke with such venom.

Alexa kept trying to get up, but she was in too much pain. Alexa can see Dragonberry get closer. Suddenly, Dragonberry was pushed to the wall. Dragonberry looks over to see steam coming out of Pitaya mouth. Alexa noticed Pitaya nodding at Alexa. Alexa didn't waste time when Dragonberry was distracted. The guards only focused on Dragonberry and Pitaya. When Dragonberry quickly got up and turned to face Alexa, she found her gone. Dragonberry looked up and saw the door opened.

"Oh... she wants to play Cat and Mouse..? That adorable... After her..." Dragonberry command.

A lot of guards ran out of the room and chacing after Alexa. Alexa hid in a small spot. She hears them run past her. Alexa sighed and waited a bit after they left. Alexa got up after the cost was clear. Alexa whines in pain as her feet are still in pain, if not more. The glass dug itself deeper into her feet. Alexa was able to get outside in the back. Not noticing someone watching her... following her bloodly steps... Alexa was able to get to a boat and climb in, but before she even grabbed the paddle, she was suddenly lifted up by the back of her outfit.

"Well, well, looks like this Cat and Mouse Chase has to come to an end-" Dragonberry didn't finish her sentence when she felt sudden pain in her head.

Alexa started pulling on Dragonberry hair.

Alexa wasn't athletic, but she did have a good grip. Dragonberry groaned in pain when she felt Alexa's tight grip on her hair. After a bit of Dragonberry trying to pull Alexa off, Alexa suddenly let go and kicked Dragonberry under the chin, hoping she would be let go. Dragonberry only laughed at Alexa. Dragonberry didn't need Alexa anymore since she had enough blood from Alexa. Alexa was thrown far and deep into the water.

Alexa tried to swim to the surface but couldn't. Alexa didn't want to die. She tried to gasp for air but the water... tasted like soda. Alexa unknowingly started to try and drink the water, not noticing she was drowning herself. The chemicals. Alexa didn't feel herself slowly sinking into the water. Until something grabbed her and made her sink deeper...

"Coooo..."

Creator of this au: @cuppajj

#crk #cookie run fanart #fiction #beast ancients au

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skz-bella · 2 years ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙎𝙆𝙕 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖

Taglist: @curly-fr13s @elizalabs3

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP ONE

During the MANIAC era, the boys had dyed their hair different colours to show the different sides of them that will represent their maniac selves for this era.

Bella could not decide the colour she wanted, especially after the stylist said she would look good as a blonde, or with red or blue hair. But Bella knew all this colours were taken by some of the other members (Felix, Hyunjin, Chan) which out her in a dilemma. Fortunately, the stylist took the initiative and did a Harley Quinn style. Bella loved the idea and end result so she decided she would go with it.

When the boys saw her, they went wild (more than usual). Hyunjin and Chan were taking photos of her, Changbin were aggressively complimenting her, Felix was hugging her along with Han, and Minho and the two maknaes were clapping at her new look.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP TWO

During a VLive, Felix was walking around the dorm talking to Stay when he stopped by the living room. Stays witnessed Felix pause for a moment before turning the camera to show a reading Bella cuddled next to Changbin who was using his phone.

Bella was wearing a simple T-shirt, that belonged to Changbin, and sweatpants while Changbin had a black hoodie as well as sweatpants. His arm was draped around her shoulder while she had a blanket on her legs.

After a few moments of the camera being trained on her, Bella let out a giggle. This made Changbin stop looking at his phone and look at her with the most loving eyes Stay had ever seen. He switched his phone off and leaned on Bella's shoulder, reading the book with her.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP THREE

It was during the MANIAC world tour that Bella was assigned to vlog for SKZ TALKER. She was at the snack table, telling Stays about the flight and the tour so far when she heard someone call her.

"Noona!" She turned her head only to be jumped on by the sunshine Felix. His freckled smile showing clearly by the camera. "What's up?" Bella asked in English. Felix replied with a simple 'nothing' and hugged her tighter making her laugh.

Bella continued what she was saying while Felix looked at her with adoring eyes, his smile becoming bigger by the second. Bella seemed to realize this as she got quieter while her ears became red.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Felix just laughed happily and hugged her again while she gently kissed her cheek. This is dubbed as one of the best moments of BeLix.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP FOUR

Stray Kids were holding a fansign. The staff had arranged the members from oldest to youngest, hence she was sitting between Han and Hyunjin. When it was time for the fans to meet the idols, Bella was pleasantly surprised to see a pretty fangirl smiling at her.

The Stay said that it was because of her that she was able to find her dream to become a singer/dancer as well as discovering herself as a bisexual. This made Bella blush and smile, waving her hands. "Oh, you're too kind!" The fangirl giggled as well as she handed her more things to sign.

Han, who had been waiting for the next fan to come, was staring at the two interact happily. He was not rushing the fan, allowing her to take her time with her idol. Moreover, he was busy admiring Bella. How could someone look so pretty? It was humanly impossible to look so good. After the fan was done, she gave Bella some koala ears to match her animal. As she put them on, some of her hair strands came loose and began to hang. Han pushed them back into place making Bella smile prettily at him.

This caused him to blush and look away with an embarrassed look on his face. While Han was having his internal dilemma, several fancams captured this hilarious but cute moment of the two.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP FIVE

It was a free day for the group and Bella and Hyunjin decided to go out for the day, while Hyujin recorded the moment for Stay. They went to a park for a lunch where they bought food from a nearby shop.

The two chatted about their life as idols, how much they miss home and their families and how they love their fans. After eating, Hyunjin gave the camera to Bella while he sat down to draw her. A few minutes later, fans were blessed to see Hyunjin's magnificent masterpiece of Bella. Hyunjin, being the simp that he is, said he would paint a better one once they get home and put it as his wallpaper, making her shy.

After he was done, the two laid down on the blanket. Bella began to doodle on Hyunjin's skin while he stared at her. For a whole five minutes, there was nothing but the sound of Bella softly humming while Hyunjin looked at her with a look of love.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP SIX

When the group was performing Thunderous on INKIGAYO, Bella had not gotten enough sleep the night before. After performing, she fell onto the couch in exhaustion and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Because they had another even after this, the SKZ manager encouraged them to eat now rather than later. Minho saw that Bella had fallen asleep therefore he got her some food before gently waking her up.

When she did, fans could see Minho silently coo at her as she slowly sat up, her hair slightly disheveled. The dancer took it upon himself to feed her and waited patiently as she chewed slowly so that he could feed her the nest bite. The fact the he was feeding her alone was enough to make Stay cry happily.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP SEVEN

Stray Kids were doing an interview in the States during their world tour. One of the questions asked was, 'How do you feel for Bella and why?' This question was directed towards Chan.

"What do i feel for her?" He asked back in Korean before glancing at her then back at the camera. So that the other members could understand him, he spoke in Korean. "I feel grateful that she's here and that she's the older sister figure to the maknae line and that she's always there for us."

"She would always check up on us and make sure we're okay. Without her, Stray Kids wouldn't be here today. While all the the members played their part, but I feel that Bella helped Stray Kids from the inside and for that I'm grateful." He smiled at her while cutely shied away. He hugged gently and kissed the top of her head. So precious.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP EIGHT

As a girl, Bella has to get her period. It was inevitable. No matter the occupation, any female would have to have. Bella was no exception. It was one of those days and they were filming the M/V for Chill. She had already told the members the night before so if she did something they would know what's going on. They understood and did their best not to annoy her.

When it was time to film one of her scenes, I.N held the extra warm jacket that she had been wearing and was waiting for her to finish it right next to the set, outside the line of view of the camera. After she was done, the maknae wrapped the jacket around her shoulders and guided her to the break room.

After making sure she was comfortable on the couch, Joengin made a cup of ramen, hot chocolate and gave her a literal bag of sweets he had bought the day prior. He also gave her a large warm blanket and a hot water bottle for the cramps. Then, to Stay's surprise, he proceeded to hug Bella gently and cuddle her into his side.

Bella was extremely happy and I.N only left her side that day to film his scenes. Afterwards he would come straight back and make sure she was okay.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP NINE

This was recorded by a fan at a concert. The group was performing CHEESE while walking around the stage, interacting with fans. Bella was singing her part of the song when Seungmin walked (read as: run) towards her with his infamous puppy smile.

Bella watched him with a confused look in her eye, wondering what he was up to. As she finished up her lyrics she felt the younger male place his hand on the top of her head. Her iconic deadpan reaction of Seungmin putting his hand on her head like a resting table while he sang made fans die from laughter.

Being considerate, she waited until he was done singing to push his hand away. However, Seungmin quickly wrapped his hands around her and carried her away. She laughed happily as she jokingly begged Stay to help her while he hugged her gently while looking at her with the softest look anyone had ever seen.

⌦ .｡.:*♡ CLIP TEN

During a group VLive, the group was celebrating the fifth Stray Kids anniversary. They were having a pajama party in one of the hotel rooms they were staying at for the tour whilst this happened.

At one point, the topic they were talking about changed and Bella began to give her input on it. While she spoke, all the other members were quiet and looked at her, paying attention to her. When she realized they were a bit too attentive to her, she pointed it out and everyone laughed.

As the video went on, the fans were able to catch some cute moments: Hyunjin holding Bella's hand, Felix and Bella cuddling, Chan braiding her hair, Han and Bella laughing at comments Stay posted, Changbin massaging Bella's shoulders, Minho and Bella whispering and giggling quietly together, Seungmin and Bella watching a Day6 video, I.N showing his noona his playlist.

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IN CONCLUSION, STRAY KIDS LOVE BELLA AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND <3 <3 <3

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sketchy-rosewitch · 2 years ago

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I have a request based off a dream I just had 👉👈 someone flirts with reader and Bo gets jealous and starts ignoring reader.. just to end with apologies and kisses(and hickeys) and he gives reader his hat to show that they’re his ?

Double Mine: Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

A/N: God do I love a jealous Bo >:3

warnings: Bo being Bo, reader is bisexual, Vincent talks again

Masterlist

“I love your pants! Makes your ass look great!”

You look at the woman who is right next to you and laugh nervously then look at your ass. “Oh! Thanks…” You smile shyly.

“Seriously! Your eyes too. You they’re beautiful.”

She plays with her brown curls, smirking down at you. Your chest swells slightly. “Heh..”

The brunette raises a brow, slightly confused. “You don’t get compliments too often do you? That’s too bad. You deserve them more than anyone. Honestly if you were mine, I’d compliment you every day.”

“It’s not that I don’t! I just… I dunno.” Your hands sweat, you wipe them on your jeans. You’ve never been more nervous, except with Bo. Speaking of. You look over for a split second before the woman pulls you out of the garage. Bo glances at you, he doesn’t look happy, but when does he ever. He continues talking to who you consider to be the woman’s friend.

“Bo told me we could go to the Wax Museum. You like it there?”

“Yeah, it’s really lovely. Friends with the artist. He works hard on them.”

You two walk up the steps and into the cool building before stopping. “Awh, I forgot something at the shop, you mind staying right here?” You look up at the brunette awkwardly.

“Sure thing, is it okay if I start looking without you?”

You nod and smile, walking quickly out of the Museum.

You walk down the stairs of the Sinclair house, Bo’s up when you walk down the stairs.

“Good morning Bo! I, uh didn’t feel you get into bed last night.” You say, you look up at him, he’s silent with you. Your brows furrow. “Bo?”

The tall man leaves the kitchen, not even a minute later the front door slams shut. Your stomach curdles. What the hell was that for?

Bo came home late that night, you were on the couch when the door opened and shut. You get up immediately to greet him but he pushes past you. You huff and follow him into the kitchen, watching as he aggressively takes out food.

“Bo?”

Your hands sweat and you wipe them on your pants. “Bo…”

He shoves some leftover pasta in the microwave. You jump and decide it’s best to leave.

You sleep in your old room that night. Though sleep was a strong word. You really just laid there wondering what you did wrong. Why Bo was ignoring you?

“Vincent?”

Bo’s twin looks up from his work.

“Has Bo been talking to you?”

He shakes his head.

“He hasn’t been with me either. I think I did something wrong. I dunno what and-and if I knew I’d make it right, I would. He’s just been ignoring me.”

Vincent sighs. Most likely disappointed at Bo’s stubbornness. “I mean should I just wait it out? I don’t wanna make him more angry then he already is. I’m really scared.”

“Talk to him, he’s listening even if his back is towards you.” Vincent’s voice rasps. You nod, wiping a loose tear away.

“Okay… thank you.”

This is the fourth day he hasn’t talked to you. You wanted to talk to him. You just hadn’t figured out what to say until now.

You want for Bo to return, it’s again late when he does. You follow him into the kitchen. His boots stomp around, making you anxious but you break through the anxiety, being more sick of not having your boyfriend around.

“Bo, I dunno what’s up with you but we need to talk. I need to know what’s wrong.”

Bo shrugs. “Nothin’s wrong.”

Your fists curl, you roll your eyes.

“We haven’t talked in four days Bo, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” Your voice raises slightly. Bo is silent, he’s silent for too long. “Bo!” You grab his shoulder, he swats you off just as fast, looking down and scowling at you. He lip is curled up like a defensive dog. You gather your composure. “Tell me, what is wrong. I cannot read your mind. If I could everything would’ve been fixed four days ago.” You explain sternly.

“You should’ve already known. Especially with the way that damn girl was talking’ to you! Way you let her touch you! I bet you two held hands when you walked to the damn museum. You sick of me or some shit? Huh?” Bo growls, his presence feeling darker by the second, you scowl.

“I’m sorry?”

“Are. You. Sick. Of. Me? Sittin’ there, letting strangers flirt with you and-and grab your waist.” Bo has never stuttered in his life, not until now. You could tell he was jealous, scared of losing you. Oh how wrong he was.

“No Bo, I’ve never been sick of you… that woman meant nothing to me. I thought she was being friendly, sometimes women just talk like that and it’s not an excuse but I didn’t think she was flirting. I-I guess now that I think about it, she was. But, it meant nothing, she meant nothing. I knew I’d come home to you Bo. I was so excited for you to come home and you didn’t even come to bed and then when you didn’t talk to me the next morning- if I knew this was the problem I would’ve talked so much sooner. We didn’t do anything, I had been so nervous when I saw your face that I had left the museum after I let her in.”

Bo’s features soften at your rambling. He reaches to hold your face, you let him, resting your head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, I was so angry. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Scared the shit outta me. You looked how you look when we first started talkin’, all nervous and beautiful. Thought I was losin’ you.” Bo leans in, your noses brush, you laugh nervously.

“You’re never losing me Beauregard Sinclair.”

“Good.”

His soft, yet chapped lips kiss yours. You deepen the kiss opening your mouth and sliding your tongue against his lips. Bo opens his mouth and you can’t help but lick and suck at his tongue. He moans lightly, gripping you harder. Your mouths detach, and Bo kisses down your jaw and onto your neck, he backs you into the counters.

“You’re mine. Gonna make sure the next bitch who tries to flirt with you knows that.” Bo growls before nipping your ear and moving back to your neck. You feel the man bite and suck on it, making you moan.

“Please, Bo I’m yours, I’m all yours. Shit, please give me more.”

Bo smirks and moves to another spot on your neck, he grinds against your clothed sex. You start to drool and mumble incoherently into Bo’s ear. When he lets go, your neck is littered with hickeys. The mechanic continues grinding, but you take his face and kiss against his jawline and down his neck.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows I’m yours too?” Bo mumbles, you can tell he’s trying not to moan, but you don’t let that happen. As soon as you lick up the side of his neck, he lets put a groan. You bite and suck on his neck. Bo continues jumping into you. “I’m all yours darlin’ you let everyone know that yeah? Fuck…”

You two finish, still fully clothed and pant, looking at each other. You two laugh, necks already bruising up with marks. Bo takes his trucker cap off and looks at it before setting it then smacking the bill playfully on your head.

“Want you to have that okay? Then everyone knows your double mine.”

“Double yours?”

“Double mine.”

Bo laughs at how childish it sounds but you genuinely smile and kiss his lips.

You wrap your arms around him and he does the same. Staying in an embrace for what feels like an eternity. Though an eternity would never be enough for both of you.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader

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dyvimwhitehart · 7 days ago

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— ✧˖°. kitty's wizard101 OCs!

last updated 11/24/2024.

under the cut you'll find information about all of my w101 OCs! as of right now, the list includes amber and genevieve, with more wizards on the way. will be updated as i continue to work through the game, as i am currently in lemuria.

- Amber Elvaira Ghostdust

Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Age: 25 (as of Wallaru, begins the Wizard City journey aged 15) Species: Demi-Primordial Being, appears human Height: 5'5"

Birthplace: The Crucible, Dragonspyre Current Residence: Raised in Wizard City, maintains a home there until the Arcanum offers her a room, though she rarely spends time there. Eventually moves to the Last Wood in Khrysalis. School(s) of Magic: Master Necromancer, learning Shadowmancy, as well as Storm weaving. Occupation: The Savior of the Spiral, Azure Shining One of Song, Scion of Bartleby, Divine Paradox... Beastmoon Captain, eventual Queen of the Burrowers and Death Scholar at the Arcanum. Wand of Choice: Onyx Burrower-crafted sword.

Parents/Family: Aleksandr Ghostdust (Drakerider Chief and Pyromancer, deceased), Esmé Mortscale (Professor of Death Magic at Dragonspyre Academy, deceased), Cyrus Drake (father figure) Close Friends: Mellori Ravenchild (sister-figure), Father Bat (brother-figure), Zaltanna the Mirrormask, Sparck Virga, James T. Pork, Officer Beans ... Suzie Gryphonbane (though they've drifted apart) Significant Other(s): Dyvim Whitehart (crush, future partner), Ethan Starwalker (ex-boyfriend, deceased), Malorn Ashthorn (close friend, one-sided crush on his side), Dasein/The Nothing (it's complicated, mostly one-sided on his side) Pet(s): Patch, her opossum, and Chillbane, her ghost pegasus/mount.

Positive Traits: Courageous, disciplined, kindhearted, tenacious, organized, a philomath Negative Traits: Aloof, withdrawn, emotionally unavailable, self-sacrificing, restless, awkward

(Abridged) Story: Born into a prominent Dragonspyrian family about three years before the summoning of the Dragon Titan. Her mother, Esmé, was visited by Grandmother Raven prior to her birth to alert her that her baby was uniquely powerful, though she provided little further information. As her last act of love for her daughter and the Spiral during the day of Dragonspyre's fall, Esmé threw the young Amber onto a Drake and sent the creature to Wizard City. She was found by Ambrose, who oversaw her upbringing via a series of foster homes until she was old enough to enroll in Ravenwood at age 15. Amber showed prowess in Necromancy prior to beginning her studies, and met with Professor Malistaire once prior to his exit, where he noted her skill. She excelled in her studies while faltering socially and quickly became Ambrose's errand-runner when other Ravenwood students failed to pacify the Wizard City streets. This is where she first learned to be a hero and abide by orders- and the rest is history.

She takes no pride in killing Malistaire, and being deemed a hero for doing so causes her deep ailing. Still, she takes solace in the knowledge that she has saved people and reconnected with her home world. When Morganthe appears as a threat, she and boyfriend (fellow Ravenwood student and Master Diviner) Ethan begin to quest together across the second arc to stop her. Being outsmarted in Azteca devastates her, and Ethan dies during the fall of Xibalba while attempting to evacuate citizens, rendering her useless with grief while the Council of Light dreams up a way to Khrysalis. She goes to Khrysalis with one goal- killing Morganthe, but its denizens (particularly Dyvim) teach her how to begin to love and reconnect with others again as she quests through the world.

The introduction to the Arcanum is good for Amber, a scholar at heart. Still, the growing rift between she and her Ravenwood mentors becomes clearer here, and she graduates to a new state of independence as the pedestal she's put Grandmother Raven on begins to crumble. Like with Dyvim, her relationships with Mellori, Bat, and more begin to save her- even as they start out rocky. She leaves Arc 3 not only as the Divine Paradox, but as a person wondering about who she is, what she wants, and if she'll ever be able to achieve it, as the Spiral will always need a savior- and she will always be that savior.

- Genevieve Soraya Duskblood

Pronouns: She/They Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Age: 23 (as of Wallaru, begins the Wizard City journey aged 13) Species: Half Qhat/Half Human, Demi-Primordial Being Height: 5'2"

Birthplace: Chelsea Court, Marleybone Current Residence: Lives with her parents at their estate in Marleybone before moving into the Arcanum full-time after Polaris. School(s) of Magic: Master Sorcerer/Myth Wizard, learning Shadowmancy. Occupation: The Savior of the Spiral, Azure Shining One of Song, Scion of Bartleby, Divine Paradox... Whirlyburly MVP, future unknown. Wand of Choice: Red licorice whip.

Parents/Family: Kareem Duskblood (Member of House Tabbi, explorer), Beatrice Glenplane (Port Aero Socialite), Penny Dreadful (cousin) Close Friends: Nora Weaver (questing partner, it's complicated), Ozzy/King Ozymandias, Sultana Sharzad, Mellori Ravenchild, James T. Pork Significant Other(s): Father Bat (boyfriend as of the end of Empyrea), Catrin Cheshire (fling), Sudri, son of Ymir (fling) Pet(s): Grim Bandit, her Ghulture (who she ate and then coughed up)

Positive Traits: Brave, creative, resilient, clever, ambitious, charismatic Negative Traits: Arrogant, volatile, stubborn, self-indulgent, impatient, spiteful

(Abridged) Story: Born in Marleybone to Mirage native Kareem Duskblood and his wife, Empyrean socialite Beatrice, Genevieve was raised as a proper young lady in the upper-crust social scene rather than a wizard. This all changed on the eve of her 13th birthday when the Duskbloods were visited by Merle Ambrose, headmaster of Ravenwood, who came bearing the news that he'd scried on his crystal ball that Genevieve was the fated Savior of the Spiral who possessed great magical ability. This excited her parents to no end, and they eagerly shipped her off to Wizard City. The spoiled Genevieve, however, wasn't as pleased- and tried everything to get sent home after being put in the Myth school. Despite her unwillingness to be there and her clashing with classmates, Genevieve proved to be uniquely talented when dropped onto the Wizard City streets and forced to act. To make sure she stayed true to her mission of tracking down Malistaire, she was paired with fellow classmate Nora Weaver, a Necromancer, for questing.

Nora and Genevieve butted heads all throughout the start of their mission, but reached an understanding after defeating Malistaire when Genevieve was unable to deliver the final blow. This experience forced her to go off to Wintertusk, alone, for some solitude and soul searching, where she meets Grandmother Raven and embraces a less posh side of herself. Upon landing in Celestia, she becomes deeply disillusioned with the Marlebonian fleet's operations, and begins to further work through her trauma associated with her home/upbringing. This ends up coinciding with the fall of Azteca, after which Genevieve once again attempts to quit, to no avail. When the girls discover Shadow magic in Khrysalis, Genevieve begins to behave more erratically/impulsively, fully shedding her proper upbringing and embracing her love of fighting. She gleefully slays Morganthe.

Upon learning she has been tricked by Grandfather Spider, Genevieve fully embraces her role as the Spiral's hero despite rising negative opinion of her throughout it due to her brashness and bloodlust. Visiting Mirage for the first time is deeply formative for her, as she is able to embrace her lineage in a way thoroughly frowned upon in Marleybone, growing into more of a wildcard (and much happier, much freer) along the way. She feels similarly at home in parts of Empyrea, and takes great pleasure in eventually becoming the Divine Paradox, demanding more respect from the Council of Light and the Arcanum in the process. At the end of this arc, she begins seeing the Bat, one of the few people able to earn her respect and her softer side.

#my fools are here my fools are here. tba to my pinned........#khrysalis.txt #ch: amber ghostdust #ch: genevieve duskblood

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innocentcurse · 26 days ago

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Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Goldie Green the 28 year old theater technician & dancer originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're artistic and envious, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Zendaya Coleman, bisexual, woman, and she/her.

Basics -

Full name: Goldwyn Angelina Green

Nickname/s: Goldie

Preferred name/s: Goldie

Gender: Woman

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Twenty-eight

Birthday: August 13th

Zodiac: Leo

Magic status: Non-magical, a human

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: Theater technician at the Enchantment Theater & performer for Golden Grace Dance Company

Hometown: Cardinal Hill, WA

Backstory -

Goldie Green is a 28-year-old woman from Cardinal Hill, Washington, a small town where she grew up surrounded by the arts.

Her mom and stepfather, who has been a constant presence in her life since she was two, bought the Enchantment Theater shortly after their wedding.

Before purchasing the theater, Goldie's mom had founded the Golden Grace Dance Company, a ballet company that had begun to gain traction in the community.

After the Enchantment Theater purchase, the company began to thrive, thanks in part to the theater's space and resources.

Goldie was raised immersed in both dance and theater, and from a young age, she showed a natural aptitude for both.

Growing up, she trained as a dancer with the Golden Grace Dance Company but developed a particular interest in the technical side of theater.

As a child, she began shadowing theater technicians, learning about lighting, sound, set design, and stage management in her spare time.

By the time Goldie was in high school, she had become well-versed in theater tech, gaining hands-on experience in setting up and running shows at the Enchantment Theater.

At 17, nearing the end of high school, she decided to pursue ballet more seriously and began auditioning for prestigious out-of-state ballet schools.

Unfortunately, she was not accepted into any of the programs, which shattered her dream of a professional ballet career.

This disappointment was a turning point for Goldie, who, though still passionate about ballet, began to shift her focus towards a career as a theater technician.

Over the years, Goldie has tried to come to terms with her lack of success in the ballet world, but still carries the love for it in her heart, even as she moves forward with her technical work.

She enjoys the dynamic, everchanging nature of theater, where each production offers new challenges and opportunities.

Although Goldie is content in her role at the theater, she feels that there's something missing in her life - a sense of fulfilment that she hasn’t yet found.

Personality & more -

Goldie tries to be resilient, trying to bounce back from the disappointment of not being accepted into ballet programs, but she is envious in nature.

She’s creative and enjoys the challenge of bringing performances to life behind the scenes.

Goldie often reflects on her past dreams and current choices, sometimes feeling conflicted about unfulfilled potential, and often overthinking.

She enjoys being alone, and enjoys people watching and lurking in the shadows of the theater.

Passionate about the arts, especially dance and theater, she continues to appreciate and support creative expression even though her ballet dreams didn’t pan out.

Goldie is highly detail-oriented in her theater tech work, whether it’s setting up lighting, sound, or managing stage changes.

Goldie shares a positive and supportive relationship with her stepdad, who has been a father figure to her since she was two; she calls him Dad, and refers to him as her father as if he's her biological father.

While she no longer pursues ballet professionally, she still practices often, and helps choreograph and stand in as a teacher for the Golden Grace Dance Company when needed.

Her mental health isn't the most stable, though she tries to put on a brave face and be strong for the sake of everyone else in her life.

#∘₊✶────── goldie green ; intro #cardinalintro

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artnerd1123 · 6 months ago

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a snake leaving shadows in his wake...

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Name: Thief Pronouns: he/him Gender/sexuality: trans man + bisexual + polyamarous Species: human Height: 6’0” Age: late 20s Occupation pre-dungeons: professional-but-under-the-table conman, thief for hire, thief for personal gain, general mercenary Dungeon wish: 1 billion dollars to do whatever he wants with

Fighting style: doesn’t do much damage with each individual attack, but it can turn lethal if he’s allowed to continually get hits in, as he stacks damage quickly and efficiently. Very much relies on speed, only gets close if he’s got a close range weapon (such as daggers- his favored weapon) or to steal something off his opponent. Long range weapons are much appreciated, but he tends to only use kunai rather than bow and arrows. Not above using poisoned weapons, kicking dust in people’s eyes, playing dirty, or otherwise being underhanded in a fight. Fighting isn’t his strong suit- he’s much better with a verbal sparring match, or sneaking/running around, but he’s by no means an easy obstacle to overcome on the battlefield- you WILL leave with several new cuts (and a much lighter pockets) at the very least. Strengths: keeps a level head in stressful situations, cuts losses (and ties) very easily, able to view most situations from a practical standpoint, very quick in mind and body, nimble hands, very good at slight of hand/pickpocketing, can practically melt into shadows/a crowd if need be, has ALL the street smarts a person can ever dream of having, can put on an act easily for different situations, very analytic and cuts right to the source of a problem before carefully tracking a way out or around it, always has an escape plan, absorbs information fast/efficiently, excellent memory recall, charming speaker Weaknesses: selfish, extremely untrustworthy (as a person and of others), will stab you in the back the second something better comes along (at least, at first), doesn’t hesitate to throw people under the bus or trample them to get what he wants, has a myriad of sensory issues (most of these are under wraps/managed, but touch and smell can still get to him), bad visual depth perception, extremely reluctant to label or acknowledge any attachments to others until he really 100% has no way out of it, always planning for escape renders him rather flighty, extremely cynical and nihilistic, critical of others to the point where he often doesn’t realize people are doing things just to genuinely be nice instead of further some sinister big goal Personality: thief is quite the shady character, watching people and goings-on from the shadows. He doesn’t like being the center of attention, but absolutely knows how to put on a show if necessary. He looks out for himself first and everything else second. The world’s taught him from a very young age that if he wants something, he better fight for it and TAKE it- if he doesn’t, someone else will. He’s convinced the world is a very dog-eat-dog place, and just desperately wants to call something wholly his own. He’s very hung up on the material value of things, placing it over people most often, and trading in secrets like poker chips. Whatever bad things you think he’s done, he’s done worse. He doesn’t necessarily hide the fact that he’s a cutthroat brutal mercenary unless the situation calls for it, in which case he turns into a very charming, well spoken, ever so clever gentleman. Not even HE is sure where his mask starts and ends there, though. He often gets attached faster than he’d ever admit, much to his own distaste, and he compensates by cutting ties and running as far as he can. His trust is hard to earn, and even when it finally is, he’s terrified of losing people. Those he’s deemed trustworthy (or even ‘family,’ if they manage to coax him into using a label more than ‘associates’) will get his full protection- he holds such people just below himself (or equal, not that he’d admit that readily) in terms of priority, and will do literally anything to keep them safe and provided for. All the information he’s gathered on them will be used to aid and shape how he interacts with them into something with extremely dutiful gentleness and care, matching their energy/needs exactly. Quite a far cry from his usual protocol, which is to leverage every strength and weakness he learns to his own advantage. An enigma, that one.

#thief dd #paradice #dicey dungeons #arty writes #artnerd1123

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orionsangel86 · 1 year ago

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Subtext Glorious Subtext! A Dreamling on Netflix analysis in The Sandman - Part 3

1589

Insert distracted boyfriend meme here...

1589 is when the queer coding starts ramping up a notch. Let me tell you how I am fascinated by their choice of actor to play Shakespeare - a twink with stars in his eyes - amazing. Bravo. Not even Hob manages to look at Dream like he wants to be utterly ruined by him the way this actor looked at Tom Sturridge. Here on Tumblr.com I am sure we are all very much aware of the theories and speculation about the actual Shakespeares sexuality with the consensus being that he was probably bisexual, and my GOD have they decided to lean into that on this show.

There is a lot to analyse in this scene. Hob’s dialogue about what he has been up to is almost word for word the same as the comic, but Ferdie’s delivery is perfect with its mix of flirtation and desperate need to impress. Look at this dramatic fool:

Dream’s curious reaction to his bragging is almost as if he is trying to figure him out, but unlike the comics/audiobook, the conversation between Shakespeare and Marlow is interspersed with this one, with Shakespeare pulling Dream’s attention before Hob has even finished talking. This adds extra tension to the scene and raises the emotional stakes. In the comics, Hob had already finished talking when Shakespeare gets up and starts reciting Faustus to the point that he draws Dream’s attention prompting Dream to ask Hob who he is.

One of the interesting changes made is the removal of Hob’s description of Kit Marlowe as “bent as a pewter ducat.” A wise choice as it comes across as somewhat homophobic, but its removal also serves to not “other” Marlowe and therefore “other” the idea of homosexuality as something different to Hob. The other similar change to the show was the removal of Shakespeare flirting with the waitress whilst Marlowe claimed he’d “stick to boys, my horned “actresses”.”

It’s funny to me that by removing the moments in this scene that canonically confirm one characters queerness, the show also removes any interpretation that could “no homo” the other characters, ultimately making everyone appear much gayer in general!

(My giffing skills are woefully inept so have an image of Shakespeare's heart eyes instead)

When Dream approaches Shakespeare in the show it is insanely heated. The music swells with mystery and intrigue, Shakespeare stands and stares at Dream in complete awe. Enraptured by Dream’s gaze. The whole

“Have we met?”

“We have, but men forget in waking hours.”

Sounds like the ultimate pick up line. It's basically a play on One Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty in my opinion! This line is in the comic, and also in the audible book, but the delivery of the line in the show is the only time it comes across like a come on. Tom Sturridge please explain yourself?!?

In fact, all the acting choices here blow my mind. Seriously. I wanna know what the director told these two. Its really easy to see Dream’s proposition to Shakespeare as something beyond a business transaction. With the mysterious and rather romantic music, the soft candlelight, and the cameras keeping in close up of the two characters as they hold each others gaze... It’s a moment where you raise your eyebrows and wonder if the show just implied that their lead character just took THE Shakespeare off for a one night stand passionate enough to inspire the entire “Fair Youth” series of sonnets.

Joking aside, it doesn’t help the extremely queer undertones when the camera cuts back and forth between Dream, Shakespeare and Hob looking on at them with an expression one can only describe as hurt.

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It’s the editing in this scene that really sets it apart from the comic and audible book. Dream is distracted throughout Hob’s talk, and continues to look over at Shakespeare much to Hob’s apparent distress. When he eventually gets up to leave, he holds a hand up to stop Hob talking and simply walks away. Which only causes to further upset Hob and heightens the emotional intensity of the moment. As Neil Gaiman said in the episode 6 watch party - Hob is having to watch his date get up and leave him half way through. It’s specifically framed in a way to emphasise the hurt Hob feels, as well as the envy towards Shakespeare.

This is far more subtle in the comic and practically non existent in the audible audiobook where Dream actually tells Hob “Excuse me” before approaching Shakespeare. I found this funny because where the audiobook interpreted Dream’s behaviour in the comic as rude and clearly sought to attempt to change that, the Netflix show makes his behaviour worse by framing it as Dream abandoning his date. Playing up the emotions of the moment and making the whole scene come across like a live action distracted boyfriend meme!

I do encourage every Sandman fan to listen to the Audible audiobooks, but fair warning, the tone is NOT the same. The meeting with Shakespeare is played completely straight (in both senses of the words). This is in no way a criticism of the audiobook, but it is an excellent indication of director decisions and how different elements in different mediums can convey certain tones. I find that the show in general plays heavily into Dream being other and oftentimes it is very easy for other to be subtextually layered alongside queer (see the entire history of queer coding in cinema and why gay people love the horror genre). Interestingly, the audiobook doesn’t give Dream this same vibe. People such as Hob, Shakespeare, Constantine, etc, they just treat him as a bit of a posh lord. His otherness isn’t heavily emphasised in scenes set in the Waking World, indicating he is better at blending in than he is in the show.

So after Dream goes off to ravage Shakespeare - ahem - make a business arrangement with Shakespeare, the final 1589 scene is Hob’s final reaction. The line is the same across all mediums.

“Everything to live for, and no where to go but up.”

In the comic, the final panels here do not give any indication that Hob is upset by Dream’s leaving. He get’s distracted by the joys of having white bread. Simple pleasures please comic!Hob far greater than mysterious black clad lords.

The audiobook follows this along to the letter. Audible!Hob is joyful, laughing and happily reminscing about killing for bread (NGL I don’t particularly like Hob in the audiobook. No offence to Mathew Horne but 1. I can’t separate his voice from Gavin in Gavin and Stacey, and 2. I just think he comes across as really laddish and I find it offputting.)

In the show, Ferdie gives an absolute brilliant performance with just the right mix of hurt at being ditched for a young twink, and hopeful optimism for the future. Gone is any mention of killing for white bread, and in it’s place is a thoughtful Hob who looks at the spread of food laid out for his Stranger, and accepts it almost as a consolation prize. He’s gonna eat through his hurt and try to forget about this for the next century, but we all know he won’t forget at all.

Follow on to Part 4 to read my analysis of 1689

#Dreamling #dreamling meta #the sandman #sandman meta #dreamling week #dreamling week 2023 #sandman comic spoilers #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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