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justmeinadaze · 10 months

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I Miss The Misery (Steve X You)

"Just know that I'll make you hurt

(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)

When you tell me you'll make it worse

(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)

I hate that feeling inside

You tell me how hard you'll try

But when we're at our worst

I miss the misery."

A/N: From my previous post, I mentioned I've been feeling some type of way and every time I hear this song I think of mean Steve every time.

Warnings: Mean, Toxic Steve X Fem Slightly Toxic Y/N, SMUT of the rougher variety, public sex (bathroom, office), daddy kink (cause im me), smacking, choking, degrading (brat, whore), ANGST, some gas lighting from Stevie, he's definitely not a good guy, cheating (mentions of him cheating on her; reader cheats on bf), she talks about how his behavior excites her sexually but she's aware of how toxic that kind of thinking is. I think that's all.

Kind of inspired by an ex I had and the way he treated me. He bounced off of each other negatively and I remember telling my therapist that I thought the reason I kept going back to him was because "at least I feel something." I haven't seen him in 4 years so Yay for healthy relationships! :)

Doesn't mean we cant enjoy some toxic smut with Steve Harrington.

Word Count: 6317

“Hey, honey. Rough day?”, you coo at your boyfriend as he comes through the front door with a heavy elongated sigh.

“Yeah. These assholes that bought our company are changing everything and it’s starting to piss me off.”, he grumbles while taking a seat at the dinner table as you crawl into his lap and kiss his temple.

“You should say something. Tell your boss you’re sick of the changes and the disrespect. They need you and your team, baby.”

“Naw.”, he gently smiles as he hugs you tighter. “It’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

Smothering your own frustrated sigh, you grin as you kiss his lips before heading back to the kitchen to finish the meal you were making. You never understood your boyfriend’s passive aggression when it came to most things. Any time anything bothered him, he’d vent and stomp his feet but in the end, he did nothing.

You had never dated a man like him before. Most of your past boyfriends were toxic to say the least but what they didn’t know was you were always trying to recreate a feeling someone from your past gave you. The feeling of being desperately needed to the point that they would break down a door to be with you. That passion that followed jealously or a fight that they most likely started but you definitely instigated. That feeling of being…alive. When you couldn’t find it in anyone else, you decided it was best to move on to something healthier.

Jacob was a good person who doted on you hand and foot. If you had a bad day, he would hold you and if you just needed someone to talk to he was more than accommodating. When you two fought, if you could call it that, you could scream and be mean and all he would do is sigh and say things like “I understand why you would feel that way. I’ll try and be better.” When you two were intimate, he was incredibly vanilla, only ever being sexual in bed and usually missionary. The few times you tried to explain what you wanted, he never seemed to understand.

“You want me to hurt you??”

“No…not exactly. I just want you to be…rougher. SHOW me how much you love me. MAKE me feel it.”

“You don’t think I show you enough how much I care about you?”

“No! I mean yes…I mean…Gah! Never mind.”

“What’s, uh, what’s the name of the company that bought yours again?”, you ask as you grab a beer bottle from the fridge and pop it open.

“Actually, babe, I was going to tell you. I did some research on them and it seems they originated in your hometown Hawkins. It’s a company called Harrington & Co.” The sound of glass shattering causes Jacob to jump up and immediately run to the kitchen where he finds you wide eyed with beer now swimming around your feet. “Oh my god. Are you okay?! Don’t move, you don’t have shoes. Let me clean this for you.”

“Harrington? Like Bill Harrington?”

“Yeah! I was going to ask if you knew them.”, he continues as he kneels down and begins to clean broken glass before wiping at the liquid. “Supposedly, from what I read, Bill Harrington retired and left it to his son Steven. Did you know him? He’s about your age.”

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

“What do you care, sire?! I’m not your fucking girlfriend remember?”

“That doesn’t stop you from coming to my house at fucking 2 am begging to ride my dick!”

Your hand flew across his face, his angry eyes glaring into yours when his head reels back. As you swing your arm to hit him again, his large palm catches your wrist and roughly pulls you to his chest.

“Let me go.”, you growl.

Leaning forward, his lips hover just above your own, feeling the slight wind of your heavy exhales that come from your nose.

“Make me.”

“No, I didn’t know him.”

#############

Sighing, you take shaky, anxious steps towards your boyfriend’s office building. When Jacob called saying he forgot his lunch, you debated on telling him you were busy with work stuff of your own before finally deciding to bring him his food.

He owns the building. It’s not like he’s going to actually be in it 24/7. Plus, if he was he would definitely be on a different floor.

“Hey sweetie. Oh! Thank you so much.”, he grins as he kisses your cheek. “Do you want to sit with me while I eat? We can share or I can buy you something.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not hungry but I can sit with you.”

Holding your hand, he walked with you to the building cafeteria and like any good girlfriend, you sat next to him listening to him tell you about the long trials and tribulations of his day. You smiled, nodding where you were supposed to and frowning at things he seemed annoyed with. After thirty minutes of his hour lunch, you desperately needed a break.

“I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Jacob smiled as you tilted down to kiss him before turning to head towards the area with drinks and food. As you stood there staring into the void of soda options, a strong cologne smell hit your nose that had you dizzy as your eyes fluttered closed. You’d know that smell anywhere, inhaling it so many times in the past.

Steve smiles as he watches you walk around his room in one of his polos that hangs down your body like a nightgown, just barely covering the love bites and bruises from his fingers that were starting to form on your thighs. Lifting an expensive looking glass bottle to your nose, you grin to yourself as you inhale and put it back down.

“I love the way that stuff smells.”

“Yeah. My dad says it’s a good smell for ‘classy men’.”, he chuckles.

“Hm. I guess he doesn’t know you very well.”

“Fuck you. I’m classy.”, Steve teases as his grin grows, yanking your arm so you fall on top of him as he folds his hands together behind your lower back. “Classy enough to land a pretty girl like you.”

“Y/N?”

As you turn your head, your eyes lock with his slightly stunned honey-colored irises as they scan you up and down. You begin to feel slightly self-conscious in your leggings and regular t-shirt compared to his slick black suit and well styled hair.

“Holy shit. What…What are you doing here? Do you work here?”, Steve asks.

“Uh, no. My, uh, my boyfriend actually does.” You turn and point to where he was nonchalantly eating, not even looking in your direction. “What are you doing here?”

“My dad followed through and gave me his company. We finally expanded out of Hawkins so I bought this place.”

“Yeah, I heard. Congratulations.” His eyes continue to rake over you making you more and more anxious the longer you stood there. “Well, I better get back before his hour ends.”

A shiver ran up your spine as his hand reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait. I’d like to talk to you some more and catch up. Do you want to meet me for dinner? I’m free tonight if you are.”

“Steve… I’m with someone. I can’t have dinner or anything else with an ex or whatever the fuck we were. I’m happy now.”

The smirk that painted his beautiful lips startled you as you stood up straighter.

“Oh your happy, huh? You should tell that to your face. That guy’s your boyfriend? Guy barely seems like he can get it up let alone satisfy a woman like you.”

“Define woman like me?”, you inquire sarcastically.

“A strong, gorgeous woman who liked to be fucked hard and put in her place.” Steve’s eyes remain on you as your own widen as you look around hoping now one was close enough to hear his not-so-subtle tone. “Tell me, honey, does he know you called me Daddy? I imagine not because if you were my girl and I found out you ever called someone else that you wouldn’t be able to sit down for weeks.”

“Thank God, I’m not your fucking girl.”, you snarled. “You were never man enough to make that commitment.”

As you both stared daggers into each other’s eyes a sudden hand on your shoulder brings you back.

“Baby, everything ok?”, your boyfriend asks way too calmly.

“Yeah, Jacob, I’m fine. I was just introducing myself to the owner of your company.”

Steve’s eyes immediately softened as you watched him play the role he always played extremely well; charming and popular.

“Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you, Jacob. Y/N and I go way back.”

“Oh. I thought you said you didn’t know him, sweetie.”

Your ex’s eyes narrow in your direction in faux shock making you sigh in annoyance.

“I didn’t know him. I knew OF him. Everyone knew who Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was. Unfortunately, I wasn’t popular enough to penetrate his circle.”

“Hm, but I was to penetrate yours.”, he sassed with an arrogant confidence that just made you angry.

“Nice seeing you again, Harrington. Come on, baby.”

Steve watches you both walk away with a determined gaze that you can feel burning into your back as you headed towards your table.

“He seems nice. What was he like in school? Do you remember?”

“You didn’t call me like you said you would.”

“I was busy, Y/N.”, he answers nonchalantly, not even meeting your eyes as he continues putting things in his locker. “I figured when you didn’t hear from me, you’d just fuck the next guy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, seriously?! Steve, for some fucking reason I like you. I only want to be with you but it kills me when you don’t follow through with your promises. You say you’ll call and you don’t. You say we’ll go on an official date finally and then last minute you change plans but still call me to come over late at night so you can fuck me. It’s push and pull with you. You act like you want me but then you don’t. I can’t… I can’t keep waiting for you.”

Slamming his locker closed, he finally turns to face you with a look that said he really didn’t care.

“Then don’t.”

“Yeah…I remember him. Steve Harrington was a complete asshole.”

##############

You managed to steer clear of Steve and anything having to do with him for a few months after your encounter with him until you couldn’t anymore.

“Baby, it’s an office party. Come on, we have to go.”

“Then go, Jacob, but I’d rather just stay here.”

“Y/N, you’re my girlfriend and this is important to me. Everyone I know will be there including clients. I want them to meet the woman I love.”

You can’t help but sigh at his statement from your place in the closet. You cared about your boyfriend, you genuinely did but love? That was big word with a big meaning.

“FUCK YOU!”, you shout as you run out into the hallway and yank your arm away from Steve as he tries to stop you while buckling up his pants. “I’m so stupid. DON’T fucking touch me.”

Growling, he pushed you into another empty room and closed the door behind him as he continued to put his clothes back on.

“Lower your fucking voice—”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want the entire party to know what an asshole you really are!” His hand tries to block your mouth but you angrily swat him away causing him to back up and hold his hands up defensively. “You TOLD ME that we could make this serious. That we would finally have a REAL relationship and then I find you here fucking Lori! Are you kidding me?”

“Y/N, I—”

“I told you I loved you, Steve. I’ve never said that to anyone!” Tears started to fall down your face as you hugged your arms around your body. “You’re never going to claim me, are you? You’re never going to call me your girlfriend. I was just another fuck buddy, wasn’t I?”

When he doesn’t respond, you shove his chest hard.

“ANSWER ME!”

“YES! YES, OKAY?! Excuse me for not wanting to fucking hurt you. You knew what this was, honey. Its…It’s not my fault…you caught feelings.”

That night you ran. You told your parents you loved them, packed a small bag, and left Hawkins to Indianapolis swearing to yourself that this would never happen again. Ever since that night, you had been so numb to most emotions but especially ones that included romance.

“Ok. Let me get ready and I’ll meet you downstairs.

***

If you ran into Steve Harrington again, this time you would be ready. Wearing your shortest black dress and highest black heels, you strutted into Jacob’s office party with a demeanor that had everyone turning their heads.

With a gigantic grin on his face, your boyfriend introduced you to people and showed you off the way you deserved.

I should be enjoying this. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be normal!?

“Hey, baby, I’m going to run to the restroom.”

After giving him a sweet kiss, you powerwalk to the girl’s bathroom and lean over the sink as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

What’s wrong with me?

The door abruptly opens making you jump as you quickly pretend to be washing hands until a familiar aroma grabs your attention.

“Steve! What the fuck are you doing?! This is the girl’s bathroom!”

“Pfft like that ever stopped me before.” His eyes hungrily drank you in as you did the same. In high school he always dressed well but it was rare you saw him in suits. Now you imagined he wore them all the time and they accentuated his body in a way that had your mouth watering.

“I was watching you around the party with your boyfriend. You seem…sad.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Hm. Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”

“Fuck off, Harrington. Alright? I left you and Hawkins for a reason. Just give me some peace.”

“Yeah, you did leave. You didn’t even say goodbye.”, he replied with an undertone of anger you couldn’t quite fathom.

“Oh, I’m sorry. When should I have done that? While you were fucking the school slut or after you told me you didn’t love me.”

“I didn’t say that. I never said I didn’t love you.”

“PLEASE! You said I should have known what our relationship was and it wasn’t your fault I caught feelings for you! What was I supposed to take from that?!”

“Do you think my dad would have let us be together?! A rich Harrington with a poor Y/L/N? This isn’t a fairy tale, Y/N!”

“Of course! Steve Harrington, always looking out for himself!”

“What did you want me to do?!”

“I WANTED YOU TO FIGHT FOR ME!”

The bathroom door swings open again and you quickly grab his arm, shoving him into an empty stall as a group of girls gather at the sinks. As you listen to them talk, your head hangs as your brain swims in memories of the past.

You never cared that he was a Harrington or that he had a ton of money attached to his name. Even though you two had a lot of bad moments, to you, the good always outweighed them. Steve always knew how to make you laugh and smile (when he showed up). He would come over on Friday nights with a movie and some food (because he didn’t want to risk you both being seen). At night when he would sneak through your window (at 1am), you would lay on his chest and talk about everything you both could think of (after he fucked you like a whore).

Fingers gently lifted your chin, tilting your head so your eyes could meet his. As a tear fell down your cheek, he tenderly wiped it away with his thumb before cupping your face with his hands. You closed your eyes as his lips kissed your forehead, slowly trailing them down to your nose, and hovering just above your own.

Closing the distance, you pulled his mouth to yours as your palms slid down his back, trying to bring him closer to your body.

You never forgot the taste of his kisses but you were grateful for the reminder.

After forcing open your legs with his knee, your dress hiked up a bit allowing him easier access to your panty covered core as his hand effortlessly pressed the silky materiel against your clit. Biting your lip to stifle the moan, you felt him smile as his mouth latched on to your neck. Your eyes rolled as his tongue licked your skin and his fingers moved your underwear out of the way so he could guide two of them into your entrance.

Steve’s elbow locked in place as your knees started to buckle, holding you against the tile wall as you clung to his shoulders. It took every ounce of energy you had to remain quiet as his digits curled inside of you. The girls outside of the stall continued to gossip, completely unaware that the owner of their company was about to make their coworker’s girlfriend come undone.

Leaning back to look at you, the tip of his nose lightly grazed yours as your mouth fell open in a silent moan. Nodding his head, his beautiful eyes were begging you for something he needed you to say. Something he hadn’t heard since you left and you hadn’t said to anyone but him.

“Please…Daddy.”, you mouthed and without hesitation he gripped the back of your neck, pulling your head to his shoulder as he pumped his fingers faster into your cunt.

The bathroom door banged shut as the women left and a loud moan you had been holding on to echoed through the room as you reached down to grip his wrist, trembling against him as you came. Yanking you back, he crashed his lips to yours as your tongues mingled together.

“Please…please…”, you whimper as you push at his hand.

“It’s been a while, huh? Since you’ve had something big inside of you.”, he teased, grinning when your breathily laughed. “God, I missed you so much. I thought about you every day for the past five years. I love you, honey.”

Something in your look gave him pause as he scanned your face.

“What?” Pushing him backwards, you threw open the door to the stall while adjusting your dress and quickly checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked at least how you did when you came in here. “Hey, talk to me. What’s—”

As he reached for your arm, you turned around and smacked his cheek.

“How dare you. You think after everything you put me through you can just walk back into my life and expect things to be how they were?! I’m in a healthy relationship for once. He doesn’t bail on dates or disappear when I need him. Jacob actually shows me off and tells people I’m his girlfriend that he loves! I don’t cry every night because of something he said or did! I don’t—”

“Have sex the way you want?”, Steve interrupted snidely. “You don’t actually have any fucking fun because he’s so fucking boring you just want to walk into traffic. He doesn’t challenge you or make feel needed. He doesn’t know how fucking numb you really are. Jesus…”, he snickers. “You’re definitely not the same girl that left me.”

“That’s right because you broke her fucking heart!”

“Does he know that you don’t love him?” You freeze by the door at his question. “Does he know that you, honey, are exactly like me whether you like it or not. There’s a reason you’ve thought of me every day to. That’s the same reason you’re afraid to leave him.”

“Our relationship…was toxic…”

Tilting his head to the side, he reached into his suit pocket, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, and lighting one between his teeth.

“That may be but that also doesn’t change the fact that you and I, baby girl, thrive on that shit.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shake your head before addressing him and turning to leave.

“Stay away from me, Steven.”

#############

“Oof.”, Jacob groans as he slinks out of his suit jacket and throws himself down on the sofa. “It was a long day. We have a big account that landed in our lap and even your friend has been staying late to help.”

“He’s not my friend.”, you mumble as you continue focusing on the sink in front of you.

You hadn’t been able to shake Steve from your brain since the party. Hell, you hadn’t been able to shake him for the last 5 years. You thought about him constantly but knew he was bad for you. Part of what got you through the heartache was telling yourself that he wasn’t missing you; that he didn’t care at all where you were or if you were even happy.

But here he was telling you the opposite. Was he lying or did he genuinely care? From the few interactions you had with him he still seemed exactly the same. God, why couldn’t you get the warm fuzzy feelings he gave you with someone healthy?! Why did you have to fall in love with him? Why did he rile you up and get you going but by doing the worst things.

“Honey? Are you alright? You seem kind of—”

“I’m fine, Jacob. I’m just exhausted.”

His hand gently caressed your back as his chin rested on your shoulder. “I understand. Is there anything I can do?”

Angrily, you slammed the plate in your hand back into sink, lightly pushing him aside as you entered the living room and began to pace.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“STOP BEING SO FUCKING NICE TO ME!”, you shout as frustrated tears began to fall. “Why do you alwayshave to be so nice?”

“How else should I be, Y/N?”

“I don’t know! Fucking…tell me to stop being a bitch or raise your voice a little bit. Throw me against a wall and fuck me into submission.”

“Y/N, I still don’t get it. You’re telling me you want me to hurt you?”

“NO! I just want you to stop being so fucking passive! Show a bit more passion! How can you live life like this!? If you’re angry just be fucking angry and then do something about it!”

Placing his hands on his hips, his eyes glance over you as if confused on how to proceed.

“You know what? Um, fuck it. I’m sorry, honey. I just…I had a weird day and I’m taking it out on you.” Wiping your eyes, you hastily grab your jacket from the nearby closet, and sling it over your shoulders. “I’m just going to go for a drive.”

“Y/N, wait! It’s pouring!”

Shutting the door, you cut him off as you stand in the yard and let the rainwater hit your face. It had been so long since you felt amped up like this. Backing out of your driveway, you head to the one person you know will understand.

***

“Yeah? What? I’m busy.”

“Uh Mr. Harrington, there’s a young lady here that says she knows you and was wondering if she could come up to talk to you.”

“I see. Carl? Does the young lady have a name or are we just letting any random women into the building?”,Steve asked the security guard sarcastically through intercom that connected to the top two floors.

“Um, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Ok, send her up.”, he sighs almost as if he’s annoyed by your presence.

You bounce anxiously in the elevator as you take the ride up to the top floor and as soon as the doors ding open, you power walk towards the lighted up office at the end of hall.

“Y/N.”, Steve exhales without looking in your direction. “I’m extremely busy so if this isn’t important then make it quick.” When his eyes finally land on your soaked, agitated frame, his whole demeanor shifted as he came around his desk and cupped your face in his hands. “Jesus Christ, honey. What the fuck is going on? Are you alright?”

Tilting up on your toes, you hungerly press your lips against his.

“Baby…Baby…hang on…Stop!”, he shouts sternly as he pulls you back. “Tell me what happened right now.”

“You said you missed me and that you loved me.”, you pant as you try to tug out of his grip. “I didn’t. I didn’t miss you at all. The only thing I ever loved about you was your dick, Harrington.”

His eyes narrowed as his head tilted trying to get a read on you.

“Why are you lying, little girl? You’re not supposed to lie to me remember?”

“Said the liar. I bet you didn’t miss me either with all that pussy you were getting back at Hawkins.”

“I can get pussy and still miss yours. The only difference is I actually enjoyed fucking those gorgeous women. When’s the last time you were fucked properly?”

“Jacob can get the job done. Trust me.”, you sass.

“Then tell me, baby, why are you here with me?”

“Because I’m an idiot! Maybe, I should go home.”

As you turned to leave, he roughly grabbed your arm, spun you around, and kissed you again. It was a rough kiss loaded with need as you both clung to each other, you a bit more desperately than him.

“Where’s my girl? I want my Y/N.”, he snarled angrily as he pulled your hair back, tilting your face up to meet his.

“I told you. She’s gone.”

“I don’t believe you.” Pushing you down onto your knees, he continues to hold you firmly as he unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants with one hand. “I think she’s still there. She’s just hidden behind this false facade of someone ‘normal’.” As his slacks fall to his ankles, his cock springs free, and you salivate at the sight as he pumps it slowly in front of your face. “But we aren’t normal, are we, baby?”

As you try to lean forward to take him into your mouth, Steve pulls on your hair harder forcing you back while leaning down till his face was just inches above your own.

“Ah, see? There she is. Hidden right under there.” His tone is full of snark but his beautiful features remain stoic as he continues to glare down at you. “Come on, honey. Give me what you got.”

Rearing back, a glob of spit leaves your mouth and lands just above his nose.

“Fuck you, Steve Harrington. I hate you.”

Wiping his hand over his face, he collects your saliva and strokes it along his cock.

“Jesus, baby, your anger and attitude just really fucking get me off.” Lifting you off your knees, he pushes you onto his desk, tearing off your jacket and shirt before slamming your back against the wood as your head hangs over the other side.

You try to get up but he’s faster, holding his palm against your chest as he comes around his desk.

“You remember our word right, Y/N? I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot it. I imagine you haven’t needed it with the extremely mundane almost tedious style sex you’ve been having over the years.”, he chuckles, laughing at his own snark as you pout angrily beneath him. “DO you remember?”

“Yes I fucking remember!”

The palm on your chest slides easily up your skin and takes hold of your throat.

“Yes, you remember what?”

“I remember our safe word.”

Rolling his eyes, he lets you go just long enough to slap your cheek hard before holding you down again.

“Yes, WHAT?!”

“YES, DADDY, I REMEMBER OUR FUCKING WORD!”

Steve’s hand moves behind your head, holding you up slightly as his leaking tip touches your lips, exhaling heavily when your tongue darts out to lick his slit and you moan at the taste of him. Opening your mouth wider, you allow him to push his cock in till he promptly hits the back of your throat making you gag.

“That’s it, baby, take it like a good girl.”

Thrusting his hips, you flatten your tongue allowing him to use you as he pleases. Abruptly, the phone blares on his desk startling you but annoying him as he angrily grunts at the device.

“God fucking damn it. Can’t have one fucking moment. Don’t move.”, he growls as he leans over to pick up the receiver. “Yeah, this is Harrington.” His long fingers grip your hair tighter as his cock subtly slides between your lips unable to remain still as your wet, slobber filled mouth warms him.

“Seriously? This is why you called at 10pm? We have it covered. I have faith in the employees here.”

Even though his voice remained relatively calm despite what was happening, you knew him well enough to know he was using all his energy to do so. Deciding to rile him further, your hand reached up above you and gently massaged his balls the way you knew drove him crazy back in school.

“Look, stop panicking. I-I-I…” You smiled in triumph as Steve stuttered over his words. “Fuck. No not you. Clark, just…just tell my dad to calm the fuck down. I haven’t run his company into the ground yet and I don’t…don’t plan on doing it any time soon.”

Slamming the phone back on the hook, he grips the side of your head with both hands as he thrusts his hips at a faster pace.

“Did you think that was funny, little girl?! Did you think it was funny watching me squirm?” Holding you still, he stops moving when he feels your nose against his sack, grunting as your throat constricts around him. “That’s it, you fucking brat. Choke on it.”

Pulling himself all the way out, he allows you to collect air and watches with pride as the tears streak down your face. Once he feels like you’ve had enough of a break, he shoves his cock back down your throat, holding you still as you gag and drool around him.

A frustrated sigh leaves his lips as he tugs you off him and walks around to the other side of the desk while shuffling off his pants as he unbuttons his shirt.

“Come here, baby.”

As you fully sit up, you raise your hips so he can aggressively yank down your pants with your panties. Bringing you towards the edge of his desk, he falls to his knees, and puts your cunt on display for himself as he uses his fingers to hold open your puffy lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I missed this pussy so much. You always smelled so fucking good.” You moan as Steve’s nose grazes your clit and his tongue licks between your folds. “Shit. And you tasted so fucking delicious to.”

His head falls between your legs and your fingers tangle in hair as he devours you like you were his last meal. The obscene sounds of slurps and his tongue flicking in and out of your core has you clenching tightly around him as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, don’t stop, Steve. Oh my god.”, you whine.

As your hips start to buck against him, his strong hands hold you down forcing you to stay still. You continue petting his head, occasionally tugging on his fluffy, soft strands making his groan reverberate through you.

The phone beside you blares loudly again and he grunts in agitation as he gets to his feet, grabbing the cord to yank it from the wall.

Taking his place between your legs, you both moan as he runs his mushroom tip along you slit and rests his forehead on yours.

“Beg me, Y/N. Tell me how bad you want my cock that you love oh so much and not me.”

“Please, Steve, I need—”

His palm around your throat cuts you off.

“No, little girl. Remember? You don’t care about me anymore. You don’t give a fuck about Steve Harrington. All you want is my dick right? Well, honey, this dick belongs to Daddy so beg him.”, he growled causing your breath to hitch.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you fill me up.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“No.”, you whisper, your answer intriguing him as his head shifts to the side. “But I need it.”

Your hands run up his chest till you reach his neck, clinging to him as he slowly guides himself inside of you. You mouth dropped open in the shape of an O as he gradually pumps his hips, pushing himself deeper into your heat.

“God damnit, Y/N, how long has it been? Your pussy isn’t used to a big cock anymore is she? You’re so fucking tight.”

“Still s-so cocky.”

Steve chuckles lightly, his head hanging as he bottoms out.

“Still a fucking brat.”

Gripping both your thighs, he pulls back before thrusting his length hard inside of you, practically punching the air from your lungs. Falling flat onto his desk, he finds a steady pace that leaves the two of you panting and moaning.

Leaning his upper body over yours, his lips kiss yours sloppily as your tongues dance together.

“Fuck, baby girl, no one has ever taken my cock as well as you.” His face falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he bites at the flesh. “This pussy was made for me, Y/N.”

“Harder, Daddy.”

Taking hold of you, he lifts you off his desk and places you on the floor, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he pounds into you.

“Like that, honey? Yeah. Daddy knows. Daddy can take care of you.” With one hand clinging to your leg for leverage, he utilizes his other to bring his thumb to your clit making you whimper as his cock abuses your g-spot. “Cum, pretty girl. Cum all over my dick.”

Perching yourself up on your elbows, your eyes lock with his giving him more determination to push you over that ledge. When you do finally fall, he grunts at the feeling, fucking you through it as his thumb moves faster against you.

“Atta girl. Fuck me. Your pussy won’t stop pulling me in. You really needed Daddy, huh, baby?”

Shakily your hand grabbed his wrist, silently begging him to stop and to your surprise he did, bringing his palm up to caress your cheek. Focusing on his own pleasure, he slammed into you so hard that you knew you would be sore tomorrow.

Falling flat against your body, he rolled his hips a few more times before warming your insides with his release.

The two of you laid together quietly for a few moments until he finally rolled on to his back. Sneaking a glance your way, Steve noticed you were trembling and sat up to grab his jacket off the floor where he had tossed it to place it over your body like a blanket.

“Thank you.”, you murmur as you bring it up closer to your neck.

“For the jacket or the sex?” As you turn your head to look at him, he does the same. “That’s what you came here for right? Because I know it wasn’t for me. I guaran-God damn-tee if your boyfriend or any other guy fucked you the way I did, you’d be with them right now.”

“You’re right.” Steve huffed as he fully sat up and leaned against the sofa he had in his office. “What do you want me say, Harrington? I tried for two years to get you to claim me and every time you pushed me away.”

“And every time you still came back.”

“So that gave you license to treat me like garbage?!”

“No! I’m just… I’m just saying there’s a reason for that.”

“Yeah and not a good one. Steve…what we have…had… yeah the sex is amazing but everything else is unhealthy. The missed dates, angry calls, the fighting, the fucking cheating… we are toxic.”

He sighs heavily before giving you his full attention.

“Yeah, well, if we’re toxic then I’d rather go down with you than anyone else.” Shaking your head, you get to your feet as you quickly grab your clothes and start to put them on. “I know you feel the same, Y/N, or else you wouldn’t be here. You like all that bullshit because at least you’re feeling something other than fucking boredom. Trust me, I tried to. I tried doing the healthy ‘normal’ thing. I wanted to fucking gouge my eyes out by the end of the day. It took me awhile to realize that all the women I was with including her… I just kept wishing they were you.”

“This was a mistake. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, no, no, honey. Please, trust me. I feel like we can make this work.”

“Well, I don’t.”

Backing away from you, he folded his arms as he leaned against his desk. You knew this look very well, always referring to it as “the shutdown”. His wall was going up which means he was going to make this situation as complicated as possible.

The butterflies in your tummy fluttered in anticipation at the notion.

Why am I like this? Why can’t I be normal?

“Ok, Y/N. We can play this game but just remember, little girl, I’m way better at it than you.”

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@daysinthephoenix @sophiejayne-illustrations713

#steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington angst #joe keery smut #joe keery fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #toxic!steve harrington #mean steve #fan fiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n smut #spotify #Spotify

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sapphirerogers · 6 months

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I lack the wisdom required to write this fic, but I hope someone skilled enough takes the initiative to.

Have any of you ever thought about Steve Rogers waking up from the ice and not going back to fighting?

He wakes up, Fury tells him he needs him, and Steve makes a choice for himself and says no, at least for now. Fury respects that choice, Steve gets a therapist (a good one, not Dr. Christina Passive-Aggressive Raynor) and uses his second chance in life to do the things he actually wanted to. Art. History. Maybe he goes to college again.

On top of all this, he figures out the internet (come on, he's a smart man. He's not gonna be clueless forever) and you know golden boy Steve would jump at the chance of using social media for a good cause.

And I also think Steve would be great at debates. The fucker (affectionate) has a way with words. He's also a nerd. He's well informed and has quick thinking skills. He gets into online fights a lot. Tweets and retweets a hell lot.

Gets Tumblr. (Steve would love tumblr don't lie to me) Reblogs things like it's his last day on earth. (But somehow makes sure to utilise the tag feature perfectly so everything is organised).

Some dudebro makes a misogynistic comment and he's there to verbally drop kick Dudebro into the next week.

Somebody makes an offhand comment regarding something historical and Steve gets his trusty motorcycle and drives his star spangled fine ass to the library and the next day there's a video circulating the internet of him citing sources (down the page number, paragraph number and line number) to prove why the offhand comment was grossly incorrect.

Someone angrily reposts his tweet saying "THAT IS NOT THE AMERICA OF MY DREAMS TALKING" and Steve proceeds to respond with "I'm a person. I can't be a country. What I can try to be is a good human being." and then absolutely demolishes the other person. (Yes to Steve reclaiming himself as Steve Rogers and not Captain America)

He also posts art. Like, everyday. But it gets slightly overshadowed by everything else he does and says.

He has a separate Instagram. For more personal stuff. Pictures of himself? Rarely. Pictures of birds and animals and trees and sunrises and sunsets? Absolutely. Pictures of the cat and the dog he rescued and now is a proud dad to? Everyday. (He's definitely a both person.) Maybe someday he'll step out of his comfort zone and start going live. Everyone loves him. Everyone rational, that is.

He stays away from tiktok.

2014. Fury shows up at his apartment and gets shot. Something stirs in Steve's brain as the masked assassin catches his shield. Those eyes seem familiar. Despite his reservations, he jumps back into the fray. The whole CATWS thing happens.

He finds Bucky. Brings him home. Fights tooth and nail for the charges against him to be dropped. He's got 70 years of military back-pay, he's got no problem getting the best lawyers (Matt Murdock is definitely among them) for the love of his life.

Anyways Bucky is set free. Moves in with Steve. People start gushing over him too. He stays out of Steve's internet life at first, but then the old Bucky comes back little by little. Maybe he'll join the livestreams. Maybe he'll make an Instagram of his own to post more of Steve.

People, being people, start shipping them. The two of them have a good laugh over it.

One day, out of nowhere, Steve shows up on one of his livestreams wearing a wedding ring. Comments go crazy. Bucky joins him on the couch, throws an arm around his shoulder, flashing his own matching band, smirking lazily.

The rest is mayhem. But they don't care. For Steve, life is perfect.

[I'd love to see Steve Rogers vs internet troll he'd eat that up]

I hope the good Steve Rogers authors see this. This has potential I think.

#steve rogers #steve and bucky #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers and bucky barnes #captain america #marvel #avengers #chris evans #sebastian stan

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shallowseeker · 8 months

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In 12x16, Sam is a bull in a China shop when it comes to mentoring/parenting/caretaking

Safety vs autonomy: the core Sam dilemma

He obviously cares for Claire, but boy does he ever struggle to connect with her. He tries to do the checklist of things you do for people you care about: he asks about her wellbeing, then insists she has a hot meal! It's cute!

But...

When Sam immediately starts pressuring Claire to call Jody, he's forgetting that he's probably overstepping. He's not seen her in a while, after all! He's being classic-Sam-Winchester-pushy.

He doesn't butter her up or give them time to warm up to each other, just starts giving her the stink eye right out of the gate. In short, Sam has no finesse.

Just look at that stink eye: =____=

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Look at Sam in the next scene, when he's finally one-on-one with Claire.

He's still pushing.

Even when he asks about if things are good, he's passive-aggressive about it. (This is very different than the straightforward approach that Cas and Dean take with Claire, as well as what we see from Jody.)

SAM: So (overdramatic sigh, a sigh full to the brim with assumptions) really? Things are good?

The way he says really. It's sooooo annoying, God bless you, Sammy.

Look. At. His. Face.

No wonder she called him an old skeezer right after this.

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Ahem. Anyway. Once of Sam's core values is independence, and in the past when he's interacted with Claire, he's embodied that, teaching her to hack credit cards, and nagging her a little bit about using hunting to run away.

Here, he's flipping quite suddenly to true parent!mode, and Claire is not reacting well at all to his sudden change OR his style.

The pushy!Sam mode isn't working for Claire, the same way the overcaring faux!therapist mode won't work for Jack in Tombstone.

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Claire is kidding around with him because she's uncomfortable. She's trying to lighten the mood.

Funnily enough, I think Sam's actually losing patience/offended here!

When it comes to have patience/affinity for younger people, I don't think it comes naturally to him. That's why he reads the self-help books and books like The Drama of the Gifted Child.

It's why it often sounds so careful, so practiced, which sets him up for disaster when his very real natural impatience comes out.

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In the moment, she needs validation. It's like the song she'll listen to: "I'll never be good enough, you make me wanna die." She needs to feel respected by Sam. She doesn't feel like Sam's frank with her, and she wants to prove herself so he'll respect her.

Then, Sam, poor Sam. Comes in with this sledgehammer:

See, for one of the first times ever, Sam prioritized SAFETY over AUTONOMY.

When Claire didn't tell him the truth right away, he went behind her back and called Jody to find out how exactly what Claire was lying about...

BUT he didn't "tell." He tried to have the best of both worlds.

Sam still wants to be Claire's friend. The guy in her corner. (Cas already reckoned with this way back in season 10. That was his whole conversation with the therapist: "She doesn't need a friend." etc etc. Dean naturally sets boundaries, sometimes his boundaries are too rigid, sure, but it comes more naturally all the same.)

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Claire then complains about being at the proverbial "kids' table," whenever they hunt, that Claire stays in the car while Jody does everything. (Sam felt this way about John and Dean! And as far as the kids' table goes, he still struggles with that feeling.)

And boy do I love this moment:

Claire's insecurities are manifesting the same way past Sam's did: she's putting words in other people's mouths. Her own insecurities are being shunted and reflected onto other people! Sam does this so, so, so often with Dean, especially in the vintage seasons. (It's part of growing up.)

But anyway back to Sam versus safety!

And Claire explodes, kindly tells him to fuck off. There is no trust here; she and Sam do not have an established parent-child relationship, so his insistence for her to tell the truth...CHAFES.

And then BOOOM. And that's why this episode will always be beautiful to me.

Sam never thought he'd be on the other side of this issue, prioritizing a younger family member's safety over their independence and getting frustrated when they don't see things his way.

She's so hurt that she runs away. And he doesn't follow her.

Clearly, Sam hates this feeling with Claire. It paralyzes him so much that they separate and she gets hurt. Bitten. DOOMED. On his watch. All his care and worrying weren't enough. He wound up pushing her away, upsetting her, and making her less safe in the end.

In later seasons, we can assume being a parent-parent chafes for him, causing him to reckon with his safety-versus-autonomy values in a fresh, uncomfortable way. He mostly flips back to a by-the-book, mentor-style parenting/caretaker relationship with AU hunters, Jack, etc.

But this moment with Claire is chef's kiss...and to me why Sam's arc doesn't feel done at the end of season 15. This struggle right here is the path for Sam finally understanding why his family often behaved as they did! If there ever were a sequel, I think this would have to be the through line. (Also, please give Sam a Sam-John-coded kid that will drive him crazy. Pretty, pretty please!)

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Fun aside//

We see that Claire tames her emotionality with music, something Dean and Jack do as well.

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#sam stuff #spn 12x16 #season 12 my beloved #sam & claire #THE sam fail episode of all time

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famousinfamous · 5 months

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ok so it’s not like the fact that Keefe is treated as the protagonist of kotlc isn’t already widely talked about but ummmm I wanted to talk about it to so yeah. The main thing that I want to talk about in this post is the fact that keefe’s mental health is probably the worst we’ve seen in the series. He has suicidal thoughts tendencies that indicate self harm and a bucket load of inferiority complex’s trauma anxiety and mental breakdowns. It’s not that this isn’t realistic because quite frankly he’s had a horrible childhood. But here’s the thing. So has Sophie and yet, while there are obvious signs of anxiety from Sophie as well as times were she literally just doesn’t move for l several days which sounds a lot like severe depression her issues have never been addressed in same way Keefe’s have. No ones ever talked through it with her not the way she talked to Keefe about his mental health or parents or general unbelievable amount of trauma. And why is that? Because Sophie is the only person in this series with fix him syndrome. Honestly I have no idea. Apparently no one else in this series is able to give motivational speeches. And I mean she does get support but it doesn’t feel the same as the scenes where she comforts Keefe. And no I’m not passive aggressively shitting on Keefe for not supporting Sophie because he does but. It just doesn’t feel like he’s working her through it. More so like he’s just supporting her, which is good like he’s her friend not her therapist but it results in Keefe’s problems being talked through more than the literal MAIN CHARACTER. Look ok I get Keefe is the main love interest I can accept him being more explored as a character than the others but more than Sophie? That’s some bullshit right there.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #sophie foster #Character exploration

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homestuckreplay · 2 months

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Mommy Issues: The Flash Game

(p.388-390)

Page 388 is our first interactive Rose page! I guess p.138 could technically count, but it's the first where we can see her! It's also an iteration on p.90, where John Strifes with his dad. I've been looking at these pages side by side (yes, with the music layered on top of each other), and the animation in Rose's page is both longer and more complex. Even the idle animation - what's happening when you don't click any buttons - has more going on, with Rose doing two separate youth rolls and Rose's mom reacting to attacks, interestingly even when Rose isn't doing anything. Perhaps she is very used to this

We then have four options to choose, compared to John's two. They follow a pattern - the more attack-based moves (shown in Sburb green) begin with AG (Aggress and Aggrieve) - the new one, Aggrieve, is also the name of Rose's theme music that she plays on the violin (p.222) and gets featured here. The more defensive moves (shown in blue) begin with AB (Abjure and Abstain). These are actually Latin word roots, with 'ag-' meaning 'to' or 'towards', and 'ab-' meaning 'away' or 'from'. In the internet age where it's very easy to look up definitions and origins of words, I love that Homestuck is linguistically dense like this, and it doesn't stop it from being accessible to people who are younger or don't have advanced educations.

brief discussion of each of the four options below the cut!

So, these options! 'Aggrieve' is Rose's attack with knitting needles (her kind abstrata) just like John's 'Aggrieve' was a hammer attack - and in both cases, the opponent parries with their own weapon. John's dad almost certainly uses cakekind, while Rose's mom uses... boozekind? beveragekind? martinikind? which gives her incredible possibility for molotov cocktails if she was ever facing down a more formidable foe. It's again a more complex animation than John's, which I think speaks both to Hussie gaining confidence with the flash medium, and to Rose being more experienced with using the knitting needles and with fighting her mom - we learn on the next page that this is a 'daily quota' for Rose's mom.

'Aggress' appropriately becomes 'Passive-Aggress' when we try to select this option. Rose sticks her knitting needles into the broken power socket above the bronzed vacuum cleaner and attempts an 'empty suicide threat' which is some very strong imagery, and honestly a way more manipulative gesture than just passive aggression. We don't see a reaction from Mom, which implies again that this is a daily occurrence, and emphasizes more than anything else so far (in my opinion) just how unhealthy this relationship is. If your kid is making suicide threats, even if what they're trying wouldn't work, even if you think it's "for attention," you should get them some help. What I'm saying is that Rose needs a tentacle therapist of her own.

'Abjure' results in a Guardian Rubric, which for John's dad was 'coddlebrand'. This is from 'coddle' - 'to treat indulgently,' and 'brand' - 'to burn a mark upon with a hot iron', which is really evocative of how John reacts to his dad's coddling, and I think shows us that we're still seeing the fight from John's perspective, even though his dad is the primary actor. In the same way, Mom's Guardian Rubric is 'ironic indulgence', because Rose interprets all her mom's actions as ironic, whether or not that's her mom's intent.

Rose's mom gives her a beautiful pony. Like. For no reason. She brings a living animal into the house, one that requires a lot of skilled care and attention. And it's just a gift she gives her daughter on a whim on a random Monday. I think this shows Mom as a negligent parent far more clearly than any of Rose's words do. If Mom has bought a pony presumably without setting up a stable or learning how to take care of one, it's easy to believe she did the same with Rose - deciding to have or keep a child without understanding how much work went into that, or being willing to learn.

Rose is as resistant to the pony as John was to the cake, but in both cases, they eventually accept the gift. John does this reluctantly because he sees this as the only way to end the strife, while Rose does this after the strife is already over. She creates an illusion of reluctance, but the heart above her head on p.390 suggests that she actually likes this creature. I think Rose is an animal lover in general, someone who'd describe herself as liking animals but not people. She obviously loved her childhood cat a lot and likes this pony too, but overall finds it much easier to acknowledge liking a creature if it's not something typically thought of as 'cute', such as Fluthlu.

Ponies are most commonly an interest of young girls, and the addition of a pink heart and bow make this a very traditionally feminine gift. The same is true of the Pretty Princess Doll on the couch. I think Rose knitting the princess doll an eldritch head and arms is very queer coded, as she twists typical femininity into something less societally approved. I can't wait to see if she does something similar with the pony, maybe swapping out her pink ribbon for something darker and spookier.

The final option is 'Abstain,' another Guardian Rubric. This one is 'ironic negligence,' where Rose's mom offers her the martini to drink and Rose parries with a bottle of water, and as discussed above I don't think it is ironic. I was wrong in an earlier post where I guessed that alcohol was off limits to Rose. It looks like she's been offered alcohol, maybe often, and has responded by being Extremely Straightedge. Maybe she only drinks water and won't even touch kid-appropriate drinks like juice and soda. I think it's not uncommon for children of heavy drinkers to make an effort to not fall into those same patterns, and I also think that Rose intentionally tries to have opposite opinions and behaviors to her mom (even while she's not always successful) and the combination of these two things easily lend themselves to a hardcore water drinker.

Just like in John's Strife, we get to choose which options to click, in what order, and how many times, but we can't win the fight for them. John as the main character had to do that for himself (with some help from the player). In Rose's case, there's no win condition at all and no real goal for either of them. They fight for a while, and then it ends, and they return to their previous activities - Mom doing very real and unironic housework, and Rose leaving the house angrily. John and his dad had conflicting goals they were trying to achieve, but Rose and her mom were fighting for sport because this is a primary way they know how to interact - something to keep in mind for both relationships.

I like seeing the animation get more advanced in Rose's strife - it gets me really excited for something similar with Dave and GG - but honestly nothing in this page beats the sick ass moment where Dad clicks on the lighter and then the music starts playing at the moment all the candles catch fire.

#homestuck #reaction #sometimes i try to keep the reactions short bc its a lot to ask people to read a super long reaction post #but sometimes. There Is Just A Lot To Say #chrono

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carrot-felisidad · 4 months

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VOTE FIRST BEFORE READING BELOW. REACH INTO YOUR HEART AND VOTE FOR WHAT YOU REALLY WANT!

Warning: I chose violence everyday and I'm your passive aggressive friend who cares for you.

I'm giving you White Head Ribbon because... My girl, my boy, my enby baby, my bothsie, treat this as a wake up call. You need restraint. You need to start creating a list of principles that you think would turn you into your dream self, and stop doing things based on short term pleasure. I know I can't stop you for most as you have ADHD and/or autism, but the more you cater to your short term whims, the more you hate yourself. You also need the silence and peace in the cloud recesses. You may not know it, but your soul has been craving for some alone time. Seclude yourself in Hanshi if you want, just let your soul rest for a while.

I'm giving you a clarity bell because... You've been empathizing with people for so long that I wish for you to get out of the muddy puddle that is other people's problem and get back to your own energy. My sad baby empath... it's okay to say no. You've been in the Empathy ritual for so long, and a lot of people have been telling you to get out of it, the friend that you have been empathizing with is long dead, just a walking corpse who only see you as a free therapist, nothing else. They don't even want to change. You need this bell, boo. Clang clang clang or whatever.

I'm giving you a Vermillion Mark because... I want you to be proud of yourself for once. Acknowledge your hard work and credentials, stop brushing them off as "only", because I need you to bag that promotion and/or RESPECT FROM EVERYBODY, as what you deserve. Oh, you think you're not actually that good? Your achievements are nothing?? Well, I want you to get over your imposter syndrome because Su She was out there creating his own sect by being a pretentious wannabe!!! He has no skills and is only a steve jobs fanatic! You?! You have real skills. Wear this vermillion mark and show them! Jin Ling was bullied all his life by mere nobodies but he knew from day one that he's the GOAT. And always remember that you have someone who will fight alongside you, who will break their legs if they hurt you.

I'm giving you a Fan with Paintings in it because... I want you to follow your dreams. You may be raised in a family or culture where you are assumed to follow a certain path. Be relentless that you are living your life. The point of life is to be enjoyed, not to be someone else's puppet, ain't no way! And don't worry about where your life will lead you. You are smart and scheming, you know your subject. You will lead a fruitful life wherever you go. Stop living your life to get someone else's validation. Actually do things that make you happy. You deserve a life worth living.

I'm giving you a Bamboo Flute because... You need to practice necromancy, lol. Use the dead for your own goals... Stop a war or plant some vegetbales... Haha i think, um, idk the agressiv spirit guide who was ghost writing through me just fled to get some pizza she ain't coming back haha. Research about shadow work (it's an actuall clinical thingy) and rise above the challenges. Come back with the coolest fashion statement. Stop being a people pleaser and start being an feared entity. OVERCOME YOUR MEASLY HUNAN CONDITIONS AND BECOME A DEMONIC CULTIVATIR! Wei Wuxian did not die and came back to life to orove nothing!

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deaddovestellnotales · 6 months

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Reasons why Raistlin resonates with me as a disabled person :V

He is *actually* disabled, so the disability / chronic illness actually makes his life miserable sometimes and it's not just written as a special ability that makes him extra strong or that he can just magic away (get it magic away ahahah)

The sibling dynamic is very realistic. yall have you ever considered how the "power" imbalance between siblings because of disability can fuck them both up?`?? Like you don't want to be dependant on your sibling and your sibling is either not understanding or too understanding and think they need to do everything for u

Generally being seen just as a person who needs help and a liability?? And kind of like a burden? Have had it happen to me, the therapist of my sis very literally said that it was my fault that my sister wasn't getting enough attention from my parents (bc I was very sick when I was a child, and disability in general)

You see everyone else run ahead of you and get out there in life while you're always stuck in the back. Bc no matter how much more accessible life becomes, it cannot change the fact that you can't do some things. And that you will to a certain extent never be able to achieve those things in the same way.

Disability actually still is a thing that often times is the only defining personality (or gender) that other people prescribe to u. They won't even look at you instead they see someone they need to help (I mean useful, yes, if you need help, but also annoying af if you want to be seen as an actual person . . . )

If you don't get mental health treatment u end up like raistlin bitter and pretty cynical and passive aggressive --> he should have gotten treatment but we all know how that went

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

#raistlin majere #dragonlance #dnd

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stella-lesair · 1 year

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Ranger's Apprentice Charcters at an annual family gathering

(yes, they are all a family now)

Will and Gilan: The cousins that pretend to not have seen each other for a year. In reality, they see each other at least twice a week. They greet each other extremely loud and hit each other on the backs in a way that leaves marks. After that, they run around, do impressions of other family members, or get up to other shenanigans.

Horace: Without fail, he's somewhere near the cake buffet. He talks with everyone near him, gives ratings on the different cakes, and after his latest victim left, he turns to Sandra and Pauline and asks how he is related with that person

Pauline and Sandra: They chat the whole time and agree on pretty much every topic. They also do the passive-aggressive children comparing (i.e. 'My son just graduated and started a business. What's your kid up to?') They always say they should meet up and chat more, but never do so.

David, Arald, and Duncan: As soon as the evening comes around, they're the dads that go BBQing outside. With a beer in hand, they will chat while making actually pretty decent food. Also, they will BBQ every year without exceptions. They don't care if there's a blizzard. It's just some cold water after all, that can't stop them. Also, Gilan and Will occasionally try to sabotage them, which always ends up being entertainment for all. The three also insult each other heavily, but brush it off like it is nothing.

Cassie and Alyss: From afar, they just look like two friends getting along splendidly, chatting away about their hobbies. In reality, they are not talking about their hobbies. Stories about local murders, rape, and breakup gossip get shared like they are conversations about the weather. If you don't need a therapist when walking away from their conversation, you are incredibly lucky.

George: He does not want to be there, he just has so much work to do. He just sits in a corner and is on his phone.

Crowley: He's that uncle with the mission to talk with everyone. He's always cheerful, can merge into any conversation (even Cassie and Alyss') and shares the gossip within the family. He also organises the family gatherings each year.

Halt: He 'hates' the family gatherings with a burning passion. He secretly does enjoy them, but he's got a reputation to live up to. Pauline knows of this, so she 'drags' him along to every meeting. Once they arrive, Crowley immediately starts talking to him and making him join him on his mission. On some occasions, Halt tries to stop Gil&Will's shenanigans, on other occasions, he helps them with them. Their suspicion towards him is one of his joys at this event.

Jenny: She brought the food. Afterwards she just kind of wanders through the room doing everything and nothing at the same time. Once the dads start to BBQ, she sometimes joins them, bringing them spices and such to improve their food. They don't really use them, saying that the way they've always been making the meat is just fine. Jenny is always a little disappointed by that.

Malcolm: Due to his work, he's only rarely at a family gathering. But when he is, he stations himself at one table and does not stand up until the whole event is over. In ways unknown to the rest of the family, he manages every single time to get to Will abandon his jokes, and sit down with him and listen patiently. Some family members (Halt) have been trying to find out how Malcolm does it for years now, but to no avail.

Erak: He's not part of the family, yet he shows up every year. For a very long time, most didn't even know his name, or what made him show up for the first time at the gathering. After 7 years, Arald randomly says in a conversation that he was the one that made Erak join them. When asked why or from where they knew each other, he responded with: 'From nowhere. He just walked by while Duncan, David, and I were outside at the BBQ. I saw him, offered him a beer, and he joined us. Got no idea where the fella exactly came from, but he's a cool guy, in'he?'

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callmebrycelee · 6 months

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9-1-1 REACTION

This reaction is for the season 7, first episode “Ships Ahoy” which originally aired March 14, 2024. This episode was written by series creator Tim Minear and directed by John J. Gray who is also an executive producer on American Horror Story and the 9-1-1 spinoff, 9-1-1: Lone Star. So, without further ado, here’s my reaction to the episode.

We begin the episode with a therapy session. Our resident therapist, Frank (played by Eddie McGee, the first winner of Big Brother USA) is counseling Athena Grant. We are told this scene takes place two months prior to Athena and Bobby leaving for their soon-to-be ill-fated cruise.

Athena, having seen the Poseidon Adventure in her youth, is rightfully nervous about being on a boat in the middle of the ocean for several days. What I found funny about this scene is how Athena goes off on this tangent about Shelley Winters being nominated for the Best Supporting Actress Academy Award for her performance in The Poseidon Adventure. When Eddie asks if she won, Athena gives a deadpan look at the camera and says 'no'. This is obviously an allusion to real-life actress Angela Bassett losing out to Jamie Lee Curtis at the 95th Academy Awards ceremony in 2023.

Frank asks if there's any other reason for her anxiety but in true Athena fashion she deflects. He recommends she pack some extra Dramamine. We then get a scene with Athena and Bobby trapped in a room rapidly filling with water. The two of them exchange I love yous and then we get our title card.

In our next scene, we see Maddie in the middle of a call involving a pilot (played by soap opera actor Mark Lawson) with the Air National Guard. He tells Maddie that he was on a training exercise until he lost communication and engine control with his F-16. He ejected himself from the aircraft and is now hanging on the side of a smokestack. The real emergency is that his plane is about to crash. Maddie's supervisor Sue Blevins (played by Debra Christofferson) and fellow operator Josh Russo (played by Bryan Safi) join Maddie at her desk. Sue asks if there's a way for them to track the aircraft's whereabouts and Josh explains that once a pilot ejects themselves, the plane thinks it's in enemy territory and stops transmitting.

We move from the dispatch center over to a small home where we see an older couple Edna and Abe (played by Rusty Schwimmer and James Eckhouse, respectively) at their home. I immediately recognized Abe's actor as the dad from the original Beverly Hills 90210. Edna passive-aggressively vacuums while Abe is watching television which leads to an argument. Their bickering, however, is cut short the moment our pilot's F-16 crashes through the couple's living room.

The 118 arrive at the scene with Hen acting as captain in Bobby's absence. Edna appears to be fine, but Abe is pinned to his recliner by the plane. Hen suggests cutting him out of the chair, but Abe is against the idea. He says he likes the chair more than he likes his wife. Rude! Eddie notices a dummy bomb attached to the plane so Hen gets on the phone with the pilot who tells her it could explode. Maddie tells Hen the Air National Guard will arrive within an hour, but Hen says they cannot wait because Abe has a possible spinal injury. The pilot offers to talk Hen and Eddie through defusing the bomb but due to possible head trauma he is unable to give them adequate instruction. Hen tells Eddie to cut the red wire but before he has a chance, Chimney pulls the lever on the side of the recliner which causes the seat to move back. This gives them plenty of room to remove Abe from the wreckage. Abe is loaded into the ambulance, and he hears Edna calling after him. He tells Chimney to tell her he died.

Back at the house, Chimney talks to Hen about Abe and Edna and wonders how they got to the place where they are now. He asks Hen if she thinks him and Maddie will ever get to that point and Hen assures him that he and Maddie are nothing like Abe and Edna. She then tells him that getting to where Abe and Edna are now only happens if you let it.

And now to my favorite scene of the episode. We see a shirtless Eddie changing into his civilian clothes very reminiscent of when we first saw him back in season two. Let me just say, I've always been more into Oliver Stark than Ryan Guzman, but I must say, the latter is looking really, really good. Anywho, Buck asks his bestie if he wants to drive go-karts in the desert, but Eddie tells him that he has other plans. Christopher, our sweet baby boy, is a teenager now and has a date and Eddie and his girlfriend Marisol (played by Edy Ganem) are going to supervise. We then learn that Buck is single again which is such a bummer because I really liked Natalia (played by Annelise Cepero) from last season. Buck mentions that it was depressing dating someone whose entire career is centered around death and since he's recovered from his own near-death experience, he wants to be surrounded by life, not death. I think this is a valid reason for why Buck and Natalia are no longer together, but I am disappointed we won't get to see Buck date a beautiful woman of color who had body-ody-ody. Oh well! I hope they find someone nice for our dear Evan Buckley, but it is nice to see him in a good place.

Later on, Chimney talks with Maddie about Abe and Edna. He tells her that the couple allowed themselves to become alienated from each other and he doesn't want that to happen to the two of them. He proposes that they start dating again. Maddie thinks he means other people, but Chimney tells her that he wants them to start dating again. Maddie flashes her ring and tells her that they're past the dating age. This right here is why I think a lot of modern-day couples don't work out. Dating is not just something you do until you settle down with a person. The best marriages I've seen involve both people dating each other even while married. A friend of mine just lost her husband of 50-plus years and up until his death, they still went out together and on vacation together. I do like Chimney's proposal to not just have a honeymoon phase but a honeymoon life but, like most things with him, I think he goes a bit too far.

We next see Bobby and Athena dancing with each other during their first night at sea. I must say, Angela Bassett and Peter Krause look amazing, and I feel like it's my job remind everyone that Angela Bassett is 65 years old and looking like she's fresh in her 40s. Peter has some gray at his temples, but he is only getting better looking with time. When the song ends, they take a seat and Bobby goes over all the things he wants to do while they are on their cruise. Athena tells Bobby he can choose what they want to do but Bobby wants her input.

They are interrupted by everyone's favorite couple - Norman and Lola Peterson (played by Daniel Roebuck and Romy Rosemont). The last time we saw Norman and Lola was back in season two. Just in case viewers forgot, Bobby and Athena remind us that Lola climbed onto a billboard over the freeway in just her bathrobe to get Norman's attention. Apparently it worked because the two of them are still together. Athena is shocked to hear that Lola only spent 60 days in jail and I can't say that I blame her. I mean, this is the same woman who waved a loaded gun at the first responders on the scene and even fired off a round. That coupled with indecent exposure and disturbing the peace should've garnered her a longer sentence, but I digress.

The couple credits Athena and Bobby with saving their marriage and tell them that they've been honeymooning for 106 weeks on different cruise ships. Norman and Lola invite Bobby and Athena to go bicycling with them in Mazatlán, but they decline. Back in their room, Athena tells Bobby she found the Petersons to be extremely exhausting. She is also annoyed that she has to put up with them for the next two weeks. Bobby tells her they can spend all their time in the room, but Athena looks hesitant. We flashback to her therapy session with Frank, and we see Athena voice her concerns about her marriage. So much of her relationship with Bobby involves earthquakes and tsunamis and blackouts and escaped rapists and solving murders. When it's just the two of them, alone and without all of the madness, she worries if there's anything left. I love this as a storyline for Bobby and Athena. They are an older couple and with May in college they are also empty nesters. It's very common for couples who are shifting into a new phase of life to reevaluate their relationship.

Back on the ship, the Petersons stop by their room and ask if they want to join them on a moonlight stroll on the top desk. Bobby starts to decline but Athena accepts their invitation. Bobby is confused by this, but Athena tells him that even though she doesn't like or trust Lola and Norman, there's no need for her to be rude about it. Athena is clearly avoiding being alone with Bobby and he's starting to sense this. I honestly feel bad for both of them.

The following day, Chimney relays his plan to Hen at the firehouse while Maddie talks to Josh at the dispatch center. Chimney has created a spreadsheet with all of their scheduled dates. Josh isn't exactly sold on the idea of Chimney and Maddie micromanaging their love life and Hen tells Chimney that she doesn't think this plan of his is going to last that long. Like I said, I think Chimney wanting to date Maddie is a good idea but any time you introduce a spreadsheet into your relationship, nothing good can come of it.

We then get a scene where Eddie tells Buck about Christopher's date. We learn that our sweet little boy is also a two-timing player-player. Eddie says that he went through Christopher's phone and saw that he's having conversations with multiple girls. Buck is shocked by this news. Eddie says he doesn't know where Christopher would've gotten this behavior since he himself married the first person he ever dated. He suggests that Buck talk with Christopher since he has a history of being a fuck boy.

Back on the ship, Bobby is trying to get Athena to go on a hike with him, but she tells him he has a migraine. When the Petersons arrive, Athena suggests that Bobby go with them while she stays on the ship. Bobby declines and instead goes to an AA meeting aboard the ship. Regarding this scene, I thought it was a nice touch to show Athena looking at the two young teenagers who are being romantic with each other. The girl is Black and the guy is white – much like Athena and Bobby.

In our next scene, we meet Nick (played by Chris Gartin) and Sofia (played by Kathryn Boswell). The two start off drinking champagne in the jacuzzi and right before the sexytimes begin, they both throw their champagne flutes. All I kept thinking about during this scene was the broken glass next to the jacuzzi. Right as things are really heating up (pun intended), Nick experiences a cardiac emergency. The 118 arrive at the scene and find Nick unconscious and stuck inside of Sofia. I could not stop laughing when Hen starts giving the medical explanation as to why Sofia (ahem) couldn't remove herself from her boyfriend. The scene only gets funnier when Eddie suggests that Sofia visualize herself as Jell-o. He coaches her through the process, and she is able to (ahem) loosen up enough so she could untether herself from Nick's nether region. Afterwards, Sofia blames herself for the entire situation. She tells Chimney that she pushed too hard to spice things up because she was worried they were becoming too complacent in their relationship. This is yet another sign for Chimney. One last thing about this scene, I love how Buck teases Eddie by saying: "I don't think I've ever seen a man turn a woman off with such skill." Eddie responds by saying: "It's a gift." I love their friendship so much and how they can tease each other like this without either of them getting offended.

Later on, presumably that evening, Buck broaches the topic of not being a fuck boy with Christopher. He tells Christopher that he doesn't want him to get a reputation for being a 'not so good guy'. Christopher asks if it matters or not if he's a nice guy and when Buck asks him what he means, he says that they'll only end up leaving anyway. Buck asks him why he would say something like that, and Christopher tells him that his mom left him. Buck is confused by this and tells Christopher that his mother didn't leave - she died. Christopher counters by saying his mother left him prior to her passing away. "We loved her, and she left anyway." My heart broke hearing this and so did Eddie's as he stood outside of Christopher's room listening in on the conversation. I love that the show has made Christopher a main character this season because there's so much to explore with him now that he's getting older. I thought this scene with Christopher and Buck was so good and a reminder that Buck is very much a member of this family unit.

Bobby wakes up the next morning and finds Athena gone from their cabin. He finds her having breakfast on the deck and asks her about her migraine. Athena, of course, has forgotten about the lie she told the day before but quickly says she is better. Bobby He accuses her of sneaking out of their room and tells her that since they got on the boat, they've been like two ships passing in the night. He asks her what's going on and why she's avoiding being alone with him. Instead of answering Bobby, Athena notices Norman and waves him over. She asks him about Mazatlán, and he says that everything went well. Athena asks him about Lola and Norman says that she is resting because she got too much sun. He adds that they might not see her any time soon. Athena then notices some scratches on the side of Norman’s neck. He tells her he got the scratches when he fell off his bike. Athena, of course, finds this very suspicious and tells Bobby as much after Norman leaves. Bobby isn't really interested in her suspicions and accuses her of using the Petersons as a buffer. He tells Athena that if she didn't want to come on the cruise, she should have told him so. Athena assures him she wants to be there with him and apologizes. Bobby apologizes for pushing her to do things and suggests they go sit by the pool. Athena is on board with this idea and excuses herself to go get changed into her bathing suit.

Athena heads to her room but takes a detail at the Petersons' room. She sees a maid exiting the room and asks her about Lola. The maid tells her that the room is empty, and the bed hadn't been slept in. Athena notices a bloody towel and the maid tells her that bloody towels are apparently normal. Meanwhile, Bobby gets tired of waiting and heads back to his room. He finds Athena Facetiming with Hen telling her about the Petersons and her belief that Norman killed his wife. Bobby texts Chimney and tells him not to encourage Athena's suspicions. Chimney shows the text to Hen and Hen pretends that she has lost reception and ends the call. Bobby accuses Athena again of avoiding him, but Athena insists she's not and is only concerned about the dearly departed Lola Peterson. Bobby is frustrated and drags Athena out of their room to prove to her that she is wrong about Norman killing his wife.

Bobby and Athena go to the cruise director, Julian (played by Rick Cosnett), and tell him they are concerned that Lola Peterson did not get back on the ship after visiting Mazatlán. Julian checks his computer and sees that Lola scanned back in along with her husband the day before. He then tells them that she is currently in the dining hall. Thinking that everything is okay, Bobby asks Athena if she would like to address the actual death on the ship - their marriage. Yikes! Bobby then sees Norman standing at the buffet with a woman who is definitely not Lola Peterson.

Later that evening, Eddie goes to talk to Christopher. When he enters Christopher's room, he notices the picture of Shannon lying face down on his desk. Eddie tells Christopher that he found something of his while he was going through some of his things. He gives Christopher a letter from Shannon, but Christopher doesn't read it. Eddie leaves the room and Christopher opens the letter. As he reads Shannon's letter, the ghost of Shannon (played by Devin Kelley) is standing beside him. I loved this scene. The fandom was absolutely wretched towards Shannon back in season two and I believe it's because of the fandom's treatment of the character that she was killed off. A lot of hatred towards Shannon is based on her abandoning Eddie and Christopher when the latter was young. I understand why people would have a problem with a mother leaving her kid but let's not forget that Eddie signed up for an additional tour of duty fully knowing his wife was struggling back at home. In my opinion, both Eddie and Shannon have failed Christopher, but I don't think that makes them bad parents. Apologies for my rant but I hate how the fans of this show treat the women that Buck and Eddie date simply because they are angry that Buck and Eddie are not a couple. Anywho, when Eddie comes back to Christopher's room he sees the picture of Shannon has been sat back up. What a beautiful scene.

Meanwhile, Chimney tells Maddie that to forget about the spreadsheet and instead of focusing on dating, they should focus on their upcoming wedding. Maddie asks him what led to him changing his mind and he tells her that he's decided they're already doing things right and he's no longer worried about them turning into Edna and Abe. He then takes her outside and shows her his latest purchase - a jacuzzi.

Our final scene of the episode takes us back to the ship where Athena and Bobby have enlisted the help of the ship's captain - Captain Ochoa (played by Mercedes Colon). Captain Ochoa tells them that she is turning the ship around to head back to Los Angeles due to an approaching storm. Athena says she will have detectives waiting to make the arrest. Bobby tells her not to jump the gun and says she needs to talk to Norman first. Speaking of Norman, he arrives, and Athena starts grilling him about Lola's whereabouts. Norman says that Lola's resting, but Bobby tells him they know he's lying. Athena accuses him of sneaking his side piece onto the ship. Norman says he loves his wife and finally comes clean about what happened. He says that while he and Lola were in Mazatlán, the two of them were accosted by a gang demanding that he hand over a dongle. Athena asks him what a dongle is and Bobby explains that it is used to store bitcoins. Norman insists he doesn't have a dongle and says when he told the men that, they took Lola. Captain Ochoa tells Bobby and Athena that there's been rumors about a retired couple using the cruise line industry as a front for international smuggling. Athena tells Norman that he and Lola fit the profile. Norman tells her that he's a retired dry cleaner. He also tells Athena and Bobby that he was told that if he didn't turn over the dongle at the next port, Lola will be killed.

The episode ends with the same woman we saw Norman earlier, entering an equipment room and using an axe to destroy all the communication devices. We then see several armed men and women in tactical gear ride up to the ship on jet skis and climb aboard. They demand that all the passengers get down on the ground. The last thing we hear is gunshots.

Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you do a season opener! I am thoroughly pleased with this episode and if I were to rank all the first episodes of each season, this one would definitely make it into the top three. Maybe even the top two. One thing this show excels at is it’s disaster episodes. We usually get one, sometimes two, a season and they rarely, if ever, disappoint. In regard to the shift from FOX to ABC, I could definitely tell a difference this episode. Maybe it’s just me but this episode felt wittier and snappier. Each of the main characters were on point and I loved supporting characters like Josh, Frank and Shannon featured as well. The return of Norman and Lola Peterson was both a surprise and a delight. As a fan of diehard fan of Glee, I love how actors from that show and other Ryan Murphy projects will sometimes pop up on 9-1-1.

This episode leaves me super excited about what’s to come. I’ve been told that this season opener is three parts so next week I’m sure we’ll learn more about what’s really going on aboard Athena and Bobby’s cruise ship. If I were to speculate, I think we’re going to see the two of them teaming up like they have done many times before, only I think Athena will walk away with a better appreciation of her husband. Athena and Bobby are my favorite couple on the show, and I think they are perfect for each other. It is good to see some conflict in their relationship but I’m hoping that conflict will be resolved soon. I can’t imagine these two not being together.

As for Maddie and Chimney, I’m excited to see these two plan their upcoming wedding. Hopefully their wedding won’t be mired in tragedy like TK and Carlos’ over on Lone Star. I do think that we’ll see some conflict between these two. This will be Maddie’s second marriage and considering how her first marriage ended, I think we’re going to see her struggle with walking down that aisle again. It also makes me curious if we will see Jason again, maybe in a flashback or in a nightmare sequence. Something else to consider is how Chimney will handle things as well. Chimney’s parents split up when he was young, and his father abandoned he and his mom to go back to Korea. Perhaps Chimney has some unresolved trauma regarding this that we’ll see explored in further episodes this season.

Lastly, we have Eddie and Buck. Seven seasons later, there’s still a portion of the 9-1-1 fandom who are demanding these two get together romantically. I don’t see Eddie and Buck as romantic. I don’t think the show has indicated there’s any romantic feelings between the two of them. What I do see is two straight male characters who are close friends who support and care about each other. It frustrates me that there are others who go out of their way to harass the actors and the writers about making their ‘ship’ happen on this show. I actually think the title of this episode is a clever allusion to the whole Buddie fandom and how bat shit insane they’ve been since Eddie was first introduced on the show. I believe the title ‘Abandon Ships’ is the creators’ way of saying: No, we will not be going down that road. What we will show you is a wholesome, non-toxic relationship between two men. Anything beyond that will remain in the plethora of fanfics found on the innerwebs. And yes, I love reading Buddie fanfics but as a viewer, as a queer viewer, I do not need or want Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz getting romantically involved. It’s okay to have ships or to want to see your two favorite characters get together but please, let’s stop asking Oliver Stark and Ryan Guzman questions about it and getting upset when they don’t say what you want them to say. It’s weird! Stop it!

The last thing I will say about this episode is that it’s so good to have 9-1-1 back. I have truly missed this show and I’m happy to have something to look forward to watching each week. I hope next episode we get to focus on Buck and Hen since we didn’t get to see much with their lives this episode. I look forward to seeing what happens with Athena and Bobby and the other passengers on the cruise ship. Until next time …

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mollymorgansshovel · 1 year

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POV you’re a massage therapist on Atlantis and these are your annoying clients

Sheppard: Self-destructive runner type. Gets massaged to get hurt. Like, wants bruising pressure on his tight calves and hamstrings. Doesn’t give direct answers to questions about how the pressure is. Says weird indirect things like, “that’s a real zinger” instead of helpfully asking for less pressure or more time on any particular area. Works very hard and awkwardly to make it clear he’s non-threatening, using the phrase “in your professional opinion” several times.

McKay: Spends ten minutes on intake explaining his medical history, very little of which is relevant. Triple-checks that there are no citrus oils in your massage lotion. Is an absolute baby on the table, wincing and tensing at the slightest bit of pressure, but complaining when you use light pressure that you’re not going to get the knots out of his neck. Asks, “Is that muscle tight?” about every muscle, and when you say yes, he explains the reason why (complaining about his over-athletic friends making him do things.) You try to take the 10-minute intake out of his hands-on massage time so that your appointment doesn’t run late, but he notices the time and asks why you’re finishing early.

Teyla: Very pleasant client, when she’s able to commit to relaxing. Sometimes she is not able to commit to relaxing, and she seems to take it out on you, suggesting you are not doing enough to reduce her shoulder strain. She likes a lot of pressure and does not even mind things like bones being bruised, which is only hard because you do not want to hurt her because she is so nice.

Ronon: Gives you ZERO information to work with. Just answers “sure” to everything. You try to give a very medium-pressure, medium-everything massage, and get pretty much no feedback from it. His muscles soften a little, but it is a lot of muscle mass to manipulate, so it’s physically demanding work and you’re not even sure he’s happy with the results. You ask him to turn over onto his back and he does it in .5 seconds flat as if he was lying there fully alert waiting for something to do. He smiles really nice at you when he leaves though.

Ford: Giggles the whole time. When you find a sore spot. When you find a ticklish spot. When you prod a muscle he didn’t realize he had. When you put an elbow in his glutes. Don’t even get me started on his feet. He apologizes for the giggling, but doesn’t stop.

Elizabeth: Tells you she wants to relax, asks for lavender aromatherapy and everything, but asks you not to get oil in her hair because she just washed it!! How are you supposed to focus on relieving neck tension when you’re supposed to be focusing on absolutely not touching her hair?? And you can tell SHE is lying there being hyper-aware of the proximity of your oily fingers to her hair, which is not conducive to relaxation. Usually scalp massage is a surefire way to calm someone down, but you’re not allowed to touch her head. She also twitches when you use firm pressure on her shoulders, but you’re not sure if it’s in pain or if she’s worried you’re going to accidentally touch her hair. She tells you the pressure is fine. You don’t know what to believe. The relaxing lavender aromatherapy doesn’t seem to work very well.

Woolsey: The only time he talks during the session is to tell you anecdotes about the best spa experiences of his life. Describes the massage he got on a cruise to the Bahamas. Asks if you do this one hot-towel technique he once received at a spa in Sweden. You can tell he is comparing you to these other five-star experiences, and that you are not coming out a winner. You ask if he’d like water after the massage and he says yes, but when you bring him water, he touches it and says, “Oh, it’s cold water. I assumed it would be warm. Cold water after a massage...doesn’t agree with me” and hands it back to you. He leaves you a $50 tip, but it feels like a passive-aggressive pity fee.

Caldwell: Gets 90-minute deep tissue on his back. He needs it. Look how he sits. You tell him that working on his glutes and hamstrings would help with the low-back pain, but he insists it’s just his back that bothers him so you can only work on that. Misuses the word “sciatica.”

Becket: Very vocal client, grunts a lot. Tells you what a good job you’re doing, using very descriptive medical terms. “Is that the sternal head or the clavicular head of the SCM? It’s very tight whatever it is. Clearly I’m not doing a good enough job stretching. Thank you for the reminder.”

Zelenka: Best massage client. Knows how to use the spa to get away from work. Fully relaxes and doesn’t complain about a damn thing.

#stargate atlantis #sga #John sheppard #massage stuff #posture things

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roszabell · 1 year

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some of matthew’s character/relationship flaws

Because he’s not perfect, and that’s what makes his personality of genuine kindness and gentleness so wonderful in the long run. He chooses to be empathetic, positive and warm, even when sometimes it’s difficult for him to do so.

Altruistic

^ Inferiority complex, yet at the same time convinced hes morally superior to everyone ("free healthcare and lack of gun crime eh!!" bro ur doing the bare minimum)

His self-esteem issues partly stem from trauma, and partly are just his personality. that said, he can tend to have a victim complex and make his own self-esteem issues everyone else’s problem (deflecting)

^ RE: the victim complex, he’s also kind of a gaslighter (to himself and others)

Passive-aggressive tendencies when something is wrong, and he can really be a judgmental asshole sometimes. but this ONLY exists in his head unless he really actually flips his lid (he also almost always feels bad abt the thoughts).

Clingy, anxious-attachment style - gets jealous ridiculously easily, though he may not want to be

Unhealthy coping methods: soft drugs, sleeping as avoidance, isolation. He doesn’t want to ask for help (n sometimes will outright refuse it) but he really does want someone to find him like this and help him. (Very much teenager crying in their room after an argument and just hoping someone will come check on them :( won’t take initiative himself though)

Honestly very whiney, and wallows in his mental health issues and doesn’t take steps to help himself unless pushed. (That said, I do think he drags himself to a therapist, even if he doesn’t take their advice). Often casually self-deprecating, he’s not being a pick-me he’s just thinking aloud or fawning/anxious, but after a time sympathy wanes and it can get old for others around him

TBH, secretly attention-whore (he’s really not that different from Alfred, at their cores)

Fatal flaw: selfless and loyal to a fault, if he decides he loves you, then boom he’s attached for life unless something major tears him away. (This can also make him overbearing or bitter if the feeling isn’t returned T-T the strong loyalty that he feels so naturally, if not mutual it makes him feel betrayed) Will stand up for the people he loves/trusts even when they’re atrociously wrong, or kill for them in a heartbeat, it brings out that side of him almost scarily. Even when that person doesn’t want him to; overstepping. The selflessness comes out in the more negative way that he doesn’t think much of himself, so he’ll gladly take someone’s place in death/sacrifice, without really thinking. He needs to value himself more :(

#hws canada #aph canada #hetalia headcanons #i try to portray these as much as i can - it kind of comes naturally at this point but #writing these all down i hope can help for those who believe he’s not that deep

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fiberglassandflowers · 5 months

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Hey idk if there’s some master post about mbts but if there is may I please ask where and if not could I perhaps humbly request a description because it sounds cool as FUCK

omg yayy okay so there's not a masterpost as of now (though there is a google doc in the works that will probably be. very big) BUT i will try to give a brief rundown. underneath a readmore 👍

OK SO. IN SUMMARY

MARY BELL TOWNSHIP: more like mary bell CLOWNSHIT ha ha. heavy surveillance like everywhere (including in peoples homes. how fun). it's also got some like radiation stuff going on. all the residents are a lil radiation poisoned But it's mostly fine. also the town moves and i dont know why.

VANNIE OVERTURE: based on suburbia overture. the mayor who is a vampire. major control freak. sucks shit. like most of the reason mary bell is the way it is. permasmile swag. has killed before. hates when people are weird freaks and is actively passive aggressive if not outright aggressive.

TRIP LETWO: based on 2econd 2ight 2eer. world's silliestguy contrarian and infamous public nuisance. deeply tortured individual but shes dealing with it i guess. physically cant leave mary bell township. he has too much goddamn lore

LYDIE LAPLACE: based on laplace's angel. so lame. just deeply lame. killed a guy and got kicked out of office building heaven (laplace's inc. id give this its own section but it doesnt really matter all that much). i dont ever think about it unfortunately im sorry women.

MINA BYRD: based on i/me/myself. very sweet very nice. ladybugpilled socialanxietycel. doesnt have a whole lot going on but she is nice im glad shes there. im gonna have a significant relationships section of this but im saying that shes roommates with lia here bc its not really significant otherwise

WALTER LEE: based on ...well, better than the alternative. worlds first cis father to be a butch lesbian. probably a girl but she doesnt know that. weird nostalgia issues so bad his wife left him.

DOTTY LEE: ten years old. strange little girl but i dont really think about it a lot. not much else to say about her really.

LIA CRATES: based on outliars and hyppocrates. her name is pronounced like lie-uh cray-tees not lee-ah crayts. i have to clear this up because i realized most people were wrong LMAO. a little mean but not so much when you get to know her.

WARREN LEARY: based on blackboxwarrior. actually the worst therapist you will EVER meet. isnt even licensed. you book a session with her and she only talks about herself the entire time. constantly referencing a dark and contradictory past.

MARSHA TILLIS: based on marsha, thankk you for the dialectics. slightly better therapist! still not that good. has the spirit of an old man despite being in his 40s. will begin to psychoanalyze your behavior upon the first thirty seconds of knowing you.

NORMAN LEE: based on love, me normally. guy trying really really hard to be a regular guy. has a loooot of problems that stem from this. hugest people pleaser the world has ever known. a little bit offputting. has hair symbolism :-)

MORTIMER: based on memento mori. doesn't have a last name. worlds silliest grim reaper death thing. works in the death division for laplace's inc. lived a pretty normal life. then it died :-(. more here

FERN O'DYNAMIC: based on thermodynamic lawyer. hates his bitch wife (who is a praying mantis for. unknown reasons? will elaborate). just has a lot of anger inside him and doesnt know how to deal with it so he takes it out on other people. he kind of sucks but he's a neat character.

MIRANDA WRIGHT: the person being sung about in thermodynamic lawyer. bug wife (i can blame anything on radiation). she wasnt always a bug she just kinda did that idk. there's not much about her but she's an etymologist.

COTARD LETWO: based on cotard's solution. she has so many problems oh my gooood. deeply lonely person. fascinated with the macabre. its like coping mechanism that makes you worse. im insane about her writing a basic description is so difficult fkdjsfhsjd

RAMONA MCLAREN: based on red moon + hand me my shovel (though the latter was included later on bc it fit her). worlds most intelligent and stupid single celled organism. patheticswag. absolutely batshit insane. attempting to solve the end of the world.

KUIPER SUNSHINE: based on dr sunshine is dead. uh. i dont really know much about her to be honest SORRY... its really silly though + haver of prophetic dreams that she is NOT transparent about. fucks with people a lot just for funsies

COLIN THESIER: based on cover this song. girl who used to be in a band but got kicked out bc of friend drama. survivor of a toxic codependent queer friendship. trying to be a better person bc she used to suck pretty bad unfortunately. a bit more here

theres like a couple more characters but none of them are really important enough to give their own sections. debbie letwo is trip and cotards mom, laplace is the head of laplace's inc, maude is walter's ex wife who left him (heres the scoop on that).

OK NOTABLE CHARACTER DYNAMICS TIME:

VANNIE/NORMAN: norman has been pretending to be a normal dude this whole time + vannie totally fell for it. normans stuck in this friendship bc hes too much of a people pleaser to break it off even though vannie actively drains him emotionally. also he feels validated by vannie thinking hes normal. its so awful im so insane about their dynamic

VANNIE/TRIP: THEY HAAAATE EACH OTHER. their entire core beliefs are at odds (guy who thinks everyone should do their best to conform vs. guy who loves being a weird freak and doing fuck all). their dynamic is honestly pretty simple in comparison but theyre so petty and stupid its insane. if you put them alone in the same room one of them isnt coming out

TRIP/NORMAN: theyre gay together. there's a weird lore thing about the way relationships are handled in mary bell but long story short theres paperwork that has to be filled out if you want to be registered for one and trip thinks its really funny for xem and norman to constantly break up so they'll have to fill out the paperwork because it fucks with vannie. theyre also kind of awful and tragic

WALTER/DOTTY: that is a father and his daughter. walters trying his best and hes doing well but nothing would have been better than just moving out of mary bell township to raise his child.

WALTER/NORMAN: they’re brothers 👍 not much else to say there but they’re cool

WALTER/MAUDE: already linked a more in-depth explanation of their deal but ill summarize it here. maude thought living in mary bell township was really bad for a child (and it is) but since walter has issues about idealizing his childhood he was like "whaaat well i was raised here and im fine" and they fought about it and once it became clear walter wasnt changing his mind maude figured shed just spare herself from all of it. so she left 💯

WARREN/MARSHA: what if the two worst therapists ever were queerplatonic and violated hipaa together. also what if one of them [marsha] was helping the other [warren] because they're on the run from the law. would that be crazy or what

FERN/MIRANDA: actually awful. they really want to divorce but trip and norman keep clogging up the paperwork so theyre on a waiting list forever. their relationship was really good at one point but its not anymore :-( more info here

NORMAN/FERN: fern haaates norman because of the previously mentioned paperwork debacle but normans ass cant deal with the thought of anyone disliking him so hes just been really trying to get on his good side to no avail. also theyre coworkers so its more relevant

MORTIMER/TRIP: man how do i even summarize this one. due to lore reasons that you can read about in the link provided in trips session they have a super weird dynamic present day. or at least on trips end, mortimer is just super friendly to them and it wigs her out.

TRIP/COTARD: OUGUIGHJ. AOAUYFGDSFHSJ. tragic sibliiings. man i dont even know if i can go into this. go here and here if you want to learn more about them. jesus

COTARD/COLIN: frienndsss :-] classic extrovert forcing themselves into introverts life trope a little bit. they play music together and its great. mina's also in their little group but the two of them are closer

KUIPER/RAMONA: have been described by my friend as being "nonromantic freak4freak" and this is true. theyre working together on the end of the world stuff. they also rope cotard into it but thats lore i havent talked much about yet. go here and here for more info about them.

that might??????? be it?????? if there's more ill update it but thats the general basics i think. thank you for being interested and hopefully reading i greatly appreciate it :-)

#explanations #not tagging every single character but i might include a link to this in the pinned post #yayyyy

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borderlinereminders · 3 months

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The other anon was rude but it did get me wondering because you mentioned university before. If you’re comfortable sharing, did you get a degree? (Again not the passive aggressive anon just genuinely curiosity about you!)

Hi anon!

My university journey was a bit of a mess. I started by trying to go for a business degree, then I dropped out and got a diploma in marketing. Then I went back to get a BA in social work and ended up switching my major because of so many issues I had with what was being taught to me.

I ended up with a BA in Anthropology! I enjoyed that but I realized too late that I really wanted to take courses to become a therapist because of the fact a lot of therapists won’t help people with BPD. I wanted to be a therapist with BPD who specialized in BPD.

#april answers

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zoeysdamn · 2 years

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Bark, Bite & Break Bones - Tyler Galpin x Van Helsing!reader | Part.2

Summary: Your daily life at Nevermore as Tyler’s supervisor has a rocky start; between his provocative behavior and the passive-aggressive students, you could really use a cigarette break. Over a strange and unexpected complicity moment between you and Tyler, you both begin to realize that things aren’t maybe what they look like. Maybe a therapy session could help? Good luck with that, Mrs.New therapist.

Warnings: swearing, mention on bullying, underage smoking (reader is between 17 and 18)

A/N: The timeline is utterly chaotic, and you’re getting more information about who and what the reader did…not everything tho, I like to keep more for future chapters uhuhuh

[Masterlist] [Prologue] [Part.1]

To say that your school year at Nevermore had a rocky start was the understatement of the century. First, the news of yours and Tyler’s arrival had spread like wildfire and now every student looked at you with either terror or hateful eyes. If not all of them knew of the Van Helsing legacy before, everyone was aware of that…family business of yours now. Younger students ran away when they came across you in fear you’d attack them, and older ones who already knew you from before your conviction had murder in their eyes. It wasn’t unusual for some of them to purposely bump into your shoulder in corridors, or try to make you trip whenever you were around. Great mood, really.

Secondly, Tyler Galpin had set his mind to be the biggest pain in the ass to you. Even if he kept his act of the terrified redeeming good boy with everyone else, but as soon as your eyes met, he changed into a shit-eating grin immediately. Tyler was constantly trying to test your limits, to push away to see where he was breaking rules and how fast he could get on your nerves. Whether it was by starting to transform only a part of himself we no one looked at him, or burning holes at the back of one younger student’s head and cockily flicking his gaze back at you, taunting like he was about to attack them. Daring you to make a move first. He knew you couldn’t attack him without him doing something first; the familiar glimpse of your dagger was never far whenever he ever twitched the wrong muscle. But on the other hand, you also knew he wouldn’t try anything that would ruin his chances to stay at Nevermore. But he could. So these cold war games of who would break first and taunting the other, with the possibility of jumping at each other’s throat in the blink of an eye, went on since the both of you arrived at the academy. Tyler was obviously thrilled by this ongoing silent duel between the two of you, and about how he achieved to make at least some of the people believe how harmless and sorry he was. So you could only swallow the frustration you got from his behavior, and stay on high alert for any suspicious move; you knew that as soon as he'd get the occasion, he’d pick up your previous fight where it had stopped.

The days were pretty much the same: you got up early, made your morning run in the school’s woods before everyone else was up, went back to your room to take a shower, got changed in the horrendous uniform and your real day began. You picked up Tyler at his room, went to breakfast then to your first class. Logically you were both in the same class so it was easier for you to watch over him. Then lunch, which you more than often spent in a secluded part of the quad in almost silence, a few snarky comments threw at each other occasionally. Then the afternoon classes, the time usually dedicated to extra-curricular activities and clubs being used as studying time (Weems had tried to suggest that either your or Tyler could join a club, you had cackled at her). The dinner, under the glares of the other students in the dining hall, and then dropping Tyler at his room door. If Ajax wasn’t here, you’d make a patrol around the dorm after leaving Tyler. Then, lights out and you could go to bed. This wasn’t much different from your days in the detention center, same routines except you were both the convicted and the warden here.

Exiting the bathroom after your shower wrapped in a towel, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes and put one between your lips. At least here you just had to go to Jericho to grab some, and not make shady deals like you did with the inmate who smuggled some in juvie.

Passing in front of your mirror, you winced at the bruises starting to form on your forearms and thighs in different colors, from yellow to deep purple. You were used to having some of those when you were younger and your grandparents pushed the fighting training sessions until late at night. You would come home exhausted and covered in bruises and scratches, knowing the next day would begin early with the same exercises.

But now, those bruises were from hitting walls and ground when students ‘accidently’ bumped into you in the corridors or lockers room. People thought teenage boys could be violent, but teenage girls were definitely more cruel among themselves behind closed doors; and a lot of Nevermore’s female students made sure to make you pay for being here again.

Of course, you could fight back but it would only give them more reason to hate you, and the slightest misbehavior could send you back to juvie. So you shrugged it away, and swallowed your anger. It was like a patience test of sorts.

Before you could light up your cigarette, the familiar ding of a phone notification interrupted your search for your lighter. Turning up the screen of your phone, you read very anxious and apologetic text of Ajax who informed you that he had some plans for the night and that Tyler wasn’t asleep yet – you could almost picture hear his shaky and panicked voice through the text asking you if it was okay for him to leave the room while the big bad Hyde was still awake. For a moment you considered flipping him off. Your day was over after all, you were officially off-duty. But then you remembered how terrified the poor Gorgon looked every time you dropped Tyler at their room, and you took pity on him. Maybe you could do him a favor and allow him to have a night off. Swearing to yourself slightly, you quickly texted him back that you would be there in ten minutes. Sliding in some comfortable sport shorts, a tank top and an old hoodie, you grabbed your cigarettes and dagger for good measure before getting out of your room. At this time all corridors were empty, and by the time you arrived at their room Ajax was already fidgeting nervously in front of the door.

“Hey,” you greeted, “change of guard, you’re free to go.”

The beanie boy jumped, startled by your appearance, “Ah, h-hi Y/N, I’m sorry for notifying this so late but I have plans with some of my friends and you see–”

Interrupting his nervous banter with a raised hand you chuckled a little, “At ease soldier, that’s fine.”

His eyebrow rose high in surprise, “Really?”

You shrugged slightly, “It’s my job. You volunteered to be a Hyde’s roommate, I’d said you’ve given enough of yourself already. Take the night off, you deserve it.”

“Well- that’s really kind of you,” stuttered Ajax, not expecting such an act of selflessness from you. From someone who had been expelled from Nevermore for a severe fault from what he heard about, this was kind of abrupt. He didn’t know you that well when you were at Nevermore two and half years ago, and he only heard of the whole deal that got you expelled from rumors. The ferocious Van Helsing, monster hunter.

You gave him a playful but harsh enough punch on the arm “Don’t tell this to anyone, I have a reputation to maintain. Go, your friends are waiting for you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, and with a final grateful nod Ajax disappeared through the corridor.

Swinging the door open you came in unannounced, “I hope you are decent in there because I didn’t bring acid to burn my eyes,” you called sarcastically.

A chuckle came from Tyler’s bed, where he was lying on his back with a book in hand. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t like what you’ll see, doll.”

You snorted, “As if. Got any more badass scars under that shirt?”

“Wanna check?” he retorted playfully.

Rolling eyes at the already familiar exchange you plopped on the edge of his desk, twirling your dagger between your fingers. You had expected some more snarky comments, but it seemed that the both of you had enough for today, and for once you fell into a comfortable silence. Tyler casually read his book while you flipped through your phone mind-absently for a while, browsing your instagram feed to kill some time. From time to time you glanced at him, making sure he was behaving himself – or so you convinced yourself. After all Tyler was a rather pleasant sight to the eye, and you did have a thing for freckled boys and scars (even if you’d rather die than admitting this out loud). No matter how much you despised being back at Nevermore and how much of a prick Tyler could be, you had to admit that this job wasn’t so unpleasant; at least the monster you were in charge of was an eye-candy, that was a first. As Tyler reached for his water bottle on the night table, you stole another glance in his direction. But instead of being silently regaled by the way his shirt slightly rose up to reveal his midsection, the glimpse of blue-ish marks made you frown. That stare didn’t go unnoticed by Tyler who smirked at you.

“No need to stare, if you wanted to see me without my shirt you just needed to ask sweetheart,” he teased with a shit-eating grin.

Normally you would have countered with a witty come-back, but the realization of what you saw was very serious, “How did you get those bruises?”

Tyler’s cocky expression turned into a scowl, closing himself – maybe in shame, “I fell during fencing practice, that’s all.”

You raised an eyebrow, “No you didn’t.”. Fencing was relatively new to Tyler, he had only been in football teams before which made him one of the worst students in practice. But you were on heightened alertness during those classes, when he had a weapon in his hands and he could be roughened up by other students – his violent tendencies could wake up. “I watched you closely during fencing practice, you didn’t fall.”

Tyler averted his gaze, trying to refocus on his book, “Must’ve escaped your vigilance then.”

“Tyler,” you pressed, narrowing your eyes at him, “who gave you those bruises?”

This wasn’t really a question now, nor a hypothesis. He wasn’t the clumsy type; it was unlikely he did that to himself. And he definitely had a couple of students hating him for last year’s events. Bullying was a logical explanation.

Tyler remained silent for a moment before muttering, “Some guys in the locker room, no big deal.”

A frustrated curse left your lips; god, those guys weren’t even brave enough to actually go against him in a fair fight. They were as bad as the girls who were doing the same to you – cowards. “Who?” you asked.

“Don’t know their names,” he shrugged before peeking from behind his book with an amused spark in his brown eyes, “Why? Do you care about my safety, my knight in shining armor?”

This made you grin a little, but it quickly was washed away by your serious expression, “If that’s what it takes to prevent you from losing control and attacking other students, then yes.”

A flash of hurt passed through his eyes; he was a job to you, that’s right. Unfortunately, you didn’t notice it.

“If that shit happens again, just say it to me,” you muttered, blood internally boiling at the thought of bullying. What a bunch of jerks. “I’ll take care of it.”

“What, because it’ll make your job easier?” he snickered under his breath.

“Yes,” you answered flatly. “And because you don’t have to deal with that; I’m here to stand between you and the school, that goes both ways.”. This admittance made Tyler’s eyebrows slightly raise in surprise; he honestly didn’t expect you to be willing to come to his defense, even if it was just for your job.

The nicotine need hit again, giving you a welcomed occasion to cut short the conversation. Getting off the desk you crossed the room to get to the window, Tyler following your every move at the corner of his eye – which you noticed of course. Putting a cigarette between your lips you waved the pack at him.

“Want one?”

“Y/N Van Helsing, are you getting soft on me?” he cackled, but still with a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m technically off-duty, I’m allowed to chill out.”

Tyler eyed the pack for a second but then shrugged, “Not a smoker. But thanks for the offer.”

Opening the window slightly to let the smoke out, you searched for your lighter before cursing when you realized you had forgotten it in your room.

��Shit, forgot my lighter,” you mumbled to yourself.

To your surprise, Tyler immediately got up from his bed and went to Ajax’s side of the room. He rummaged through his roommate’s things under your perplexed gaze, before digging to the socks drawer and retrieving a lighter, holding it up in your direction.

“Ajax has a hidden stash of weed,” he explained, while crossing the room back to you.

Tyler approached you slowly, lighter dangling between his long fingers. On any other occasion you would have taken a step back instinctively, to have a better balance in case of attack; but this time, you were feeling…bolder. Playful, like you were willing to see how far this could go. Tyler seemed to have sensed this too, because he lazily grinned as he stood now in front of you, merely a few inches away. His eyes raked over your legs coming out from the sport shorts, traveling up slowly until setting on your own eyes, boring deep into them. Not dropping your gaze, you were so absorbed in his deep brown eyes you didn’t even realize pulling the cigarette off your mouth; Tyler definitely did. His eyes flickered to your lips ever so slightly, attracted by your movement and then fixated on them. The soft curve of your lips were so temptful, especially as you were standing this close to each other, breaths mingling with each other. Noticing the flicker of his gaze from your eyes to lips he tried so hard to keep discreet, a smile slowly took place on your face.

“See something you like?” you teased, but your tone was softer than your usual bickering.

He hummed, “You definitely look pretty from here.”

“Close to you? You don’t look so bad yourself, tiger.”

“Under me,” he said slowly, and the deep tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He definitely knew how to play.

You chuckled softly, “If you want to kiss me, make sure to do it properly, lover boy,” you breathed out while unconsciously leaning closer, daring him, “or I’ll break every bone in your body.”

Tyler’s lips – so tempting too – stretched into a lazy smirk, “You wish I’d kiss you doll, but I’ve learned a few things about touching you without consent.”

The grin you gave him covered for the dash of disappointment that went briefly through your eyes, “Good boy,” you said, putting the cigarette back between your lips.

He gave you a mocking nod and held up the lighter between the two of you, flicking it open to make a flame appear. Approaching it closer to your face, you leaned in, the tip of the cigarette brushing the flickering flame. From beneath your lashes, you carefully observed him as he lit it up wordlessly, his gaze equally intensely set on you.

None of you tore their eyes away from the other until the first puff of smoke came out, which you blew out outside of the window, leaning back on the wall. The tension from the previous moment slowly faded away as you both slightly stepped aside, putting a little distance between you two – enough to not be entangled with each other’s presence again, despite your best judgment.

For a few moments, you observed Tyler silently, pulling on your cigarette and exhaling the smoke slowly. “You’re a strange man, Tyler Galpin.”

His scoff was lighter than his usual snarky ones, “How so? Because I’m polite despite being a murderous creature?”

It made you wince a little; you could tell your words had hurt him. Going from tension-filled flirting to cold professional observations was a low blow, even from you. But you had to put some distance before it could backfire at you.

“Never said you weren’t,” you countered with a shrug, “I’ve only read your files, they didn’t exactly scream ‘polite considerate boy’.”

“What, so all outcasts are evil for you Van Helsings?” he sarcastically said.

With a shake of your head, you exhaled some more smoke outside.

“Where do you think I’m coming from, the Dark Ages? If you want to talk about conservative shit, call my grandparents, they’d gladly welcome you with a pitchfork and a torch.”

Tyler let out a lighter laugh, “So there’s problematic grandparents in monster hunters’ families too, that’s reassuring.”

“All of my family is problematic,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “even my progressist parents.”. At the raise of his eyebrows, you made a vague gesture of the hand, “They had a revelation or whatever, and decided that hunting down creatures was bad overnight. And since then they've been playing the little saints, preaching their good words about pacifism.”

Crossing his arms over his chest Tyler leaned his side against the wall, giving you a perplexed look, “I don’t get it, I thought you didn’t see all outcasts as dangerous monsters who needed to be slayed?” he frowned.

With a long sigh, you averted your gaze for a moment. To be honest this wasn’t a conversation you had been prepared to have.

“I don’t,” you stated flatly, “most of my family’s only interested in carrying the legacy and killing all the living creatures because they’re supposedly evil. I’ve seen outcasts, most of them are literally just trying to get their shit together as much as humans do, they’re not necessarily a menace.”

“But?” pressed Tyler, still not quite getting your point.

Instinctively, one of your hands went to reach for your upper back, rubbing the area over your scapula. If Tyler noticed it, he didn’t say anything. “But I’m being realistic,” you said quietly but bitterly, “saying that outcasts could never represent a menace is burying heads in the sand. Humans aren’t so different, I saw what both of them could do to people like me.”

“People like you?” repeated the curly-haired boy perplexedly.

“Too weird to be a normie, too human to be an outcast,” you shrugged slightly. “I’m in-between both of those categories, and no matter what I do I’ll always make enemies on both sides.”

Your cigarette was almost over by now, so you crushed it down the edge of the window and tossed it in a trashcan before lighting another one.

“Both my parents and my grandparents are trying to use me as a pawn to promote their views, but none of them have been on the field for a long time,” you scoffed bitterly. “This isn’t about having preconceptions about outcasts or you Tyler, this is about facts and what I’ve read about you.”

He looked at you silently for a while, before nodding slightly in understanding.

"You're not half bad than I thought," he admitted, "not quite the blood-thirsty killer after all."

A small laugh escaped your lips, "I could say the same about you, but you did some time in juvie too for a reason, tiger."

He shrugged slightly, "Six months, we all made mistakes."

"Hey no judgment here," you said with an amused smile, "did my two years fair and square."

"You did?" he said, taken aback. That surprised you, you thought that he had heard about it by now. Still, even if he was curious, he didn't ask any further.

"I'm not the only one having misconceptions it seems," you said quietly. "I may have deserved that, but I’d be lying to say that my conviction had been fair. Don’t get me wrong, I won't deny I like being a hunter, but I'm not here today to slice every outcast's throat on the spot."

"No, only mine," snorted Tyler.

You shrugged before inhaling some smoke, "That depends entirely on you, pretty boy. I hunt real monsters who are actually a threat, can be you or the next asshole who decides to be cocky."

“But you have already deemed me to be a threat,” said Tyler with a surprisingly tint of hurt in his voice, and you looked up at him to find his brown eyes filled with a mix of bitterness and sadness. “So why the big ‘not all monsters, not all Van Helsing’ speech?”

You looked at him for a long time, before answering, “I told you, I’m only acting by what I saw and what I’ve read about you. If I only relied on books, I’d be more than a pain in the ass for you; Hydes without masters can be very volatile in their violence, I’d be a true stalker.”

“Like you’re not?” he scoffed, “what in my behavior gave you the impression I could be a menace again?”.

His anger was legit, but you shrugged. “So far, you can’t say you weren’t kind of a provocative asshole.”

Tyler nodded his head, “Fair enough. Still wanted to kiss me though.”

“What can I say, I must have a knack for danger.”

Crushing your second cigarette end on the edge, you caught a glimpse of a group of students outside, apparently chatting as they returned to the dorms. You recognized Ajax, the blue-eyed siren you remembered as Bianca Barclay, a blonde girl dressed in pink talking excitedly with them as a smaller pigtailed girl dressed all in black held her hand, standing still. Beside Bianca, you also noticed Yoko and another siren, talking quietly. As they felt yours and Tyler’s gazes upon them, the black-cladded girl and Bianca looked up at your window. Even from up here, you could feel their glares, almost hear their snares. You glanced at Tyler with the corner of your eyes, noticing how uncomfortable he somehow looked. Maybe he knew some of those students from before?

“Looks like you have a fanclub too,” you noted out loud. He didn’t respond. At the same time, you received a new text from Ajax saying he’d be coming back to the room soon. “It doesn’t matter what I think of you,” you finally said with a sigh, “if you want to be an asshole that’s fine. You actually want to redeem yourself? Works too, frankly I don’t care. I’m only here to put myself between you and the students until the school’s board is satisfied.”

“Am I supposed to thank you, then?” he asked with a boyish smile that actually made him look nice.

You shrugged, but it brought a smirk to your face too, “If you want. I may not be the most enjoyable person to be around, but I sure am the closest thing to a somehow friendly face you’ll find ‘round here.”

Tyler let out a small laugh, “Ah yes, the blade to the throat had given that away.”

Walking away from the window your smirk boarden, “You pulled that on yourself, pretty boy.”

Preparing to return to your own room, you collected your pack of cigarettes and checked the time on your phone. Doing that, you saw the Gorgon’s text informing you that he was entering the dorm. That was your cue.

“Oh I almost forgot,” you said, as you opened the door, “we’re going to Jericho tomorrow morning.”

“What for? Is this your way of asking me out?”

You rolled your eyes, “No dumbass, you have a required therapy session to attend to and I have to tag along.”

Tyler groaned at the thought, and you were tempted to do the same. This would be a very long and awkward morning. So before closing the door you threw him one last playful smile.

“Good night, pretty boy.”

His grin made you think that maybe this would be enough compensation for the dreadful next morning. That was totally irresponsible of you, but you were off-duty. A little flirt outside of working hours couldn’t hurt, right?

The court had required therapy sessions for Tyler – again, for what you had understood. Usually it was someone among the teachers that drove those who needed to attend the sessions, but given the situation, you were the one driving Tyler to Dr.Fern's office. The new therapist at Jericho was located on the border of the town, meaning that Tyler won’t have to face any familiar faces. Still, as you knocked on her door, you could sense his nervousness. The door swung open to a ginger curly-haired woman, around her thirties, round glasses perched on her nose and wearing a comfy yellow sweater under her jeans overalls. Her gold hoops and slightly tanned skin contrasted with her light gray-blue eyes, and her general relaxed appearance surprised you for a second.

“Ah, you must be Tyler Galpin,” she cooed in a melodic voice, “you’re right on time, come in please.”

You shared a dumbfounded look with Tyler before following her into her office. The place was rather simple but well-furnished and you had to admit, it was putting at ease.

“I’m Dr.Caitriona Fern,” she introduced herself as she sat on a purple armchair, gesturing to Tyler to do the same; you decided to stay on your feet, and took a look around the office to identify the potential exit. “I’m your new therapist, it’s a pleasure to meet you Tyler.”

“Nice to meet you too ma’am,” he said politely yet nervously.

She smiled warmly at him and turned her attention to you, “And you must be Tyler’s friend then. Principal Weems had informed me that you would be present during those sessions as well.”

“I’m not his friend,” you corrected, “I’m his babysitter, Y/N Van Helsing.”

Tyler glanced at you with undertones of hurt in his eyes; he knew you were acting so cold and distant because you were in public. But after the flirting and open-heart moment you shared the day before, it hurted slightly.

Despite your snappy tone, Dr.Fern smiled warmly at you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope you’ll join our sessions eventually, it could be productive.”

You snorted, “Not a chance. I’m here to make sure you don’t end up gutted on your own floor like his previous therapist, nothing more.”

Once again, she gave you a sympathetic smile through your harsh words, “Is it thought? Maybe those sessions could benefit you for all this repressed sentiment of injustice you bury under all your sarcasm.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, and Tyler gasped. “How did you do that?” he let out in surprise.

“I’m a really good therapist,” she smiled softly.

Another second passed before you realized what it was about, “You’re a fae,” you said slowly, to which she answered with a humble bow of the head.

“That’s right. I’m graced with empathic abilities, which made me indeed a good therapist. I’m surprised you identified me so quickly,” she added, still with a kind tone, “it’s hard to recognize fae, even for sharper Van Helsing minds.”

“Not that hard when you know what to look for,” you shrugged casually.

Fae had a very specific aura, like a faint glow around them that reminded of sunset. The calming aura around them was also characteristic of the species, some people would mistake it for kindness. Internally, you cursed at Weems for not having told you that the new therapist was also an outcast.

“Are you upset that I’m not human?” asked Dr.Fern, cocking her head to the side.

“No,” you said flatly, “faes aren’t usually prone to manipulate people. Can’t say the same about humans or Principal Weems.”

The therapist’s smile turned into a sorry expression, “Principal Weems must have her reasons.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, “this isn’t about me, begin your session and forget that I’m here.”

Dr.Fern gave you one last smile because refocusing solely on Tyler and the two of them began to talk. Leaning on the window’s ledge, you crossed your arms over your chest and made sure to shut down your ears. Honestly you didn’t think that those sessions would do anything to Tyler; he was a cocky asshole who tried to fool everyone with a guilty act, but you knew better. He didn’t want to change, so no matter how kind Dr.Fern was, therapy sessions would be useless. So there was no need for you to listen to all of this bullshit, and hopefully the session would come to an end before you’ll even realize it.

But a few words still caught your attention.

“Why do you want to have those sessions, Tyler?”

“I don’t think I really have a choice,” he said nervously.

“Yes, but why do you want to actually participate in them?” pressed the therapist gently.

He thought for a moment, pondering about it, “I- I want to get better. I don’t want to ever be trapped in my own body like I don’t have any control over the Hyde like before, I…I don’t want to feel helpless again, not like that.”

You glanced at him from the window ledge, an eyebrow slowly rising in surprise. Such an open confession wasn’t what you had expected, even less so in the first session.

“Does the lack of control over the Hyde frighten you?”. Tyler nodded.

“A bit yeah. I mean- I know what I did, and I can’t lie about how violent I still can be – like to be even. But…I want to have some closure to be over with Jericho. I want to put all of this behind me, if that makes sense?”

The therapist smiled softly and nodded, “It does.”

Yeah, you thought internally, it does.

About twenty minutes later, the session finally ended and you couldn’t help but release a relieved sigh. God, an hour had never felt so long.

“It was a good start,” deemed Dr.Fern as she got up from her seat, “I’m glad we had this session Tyler.”

“Me too Dr.Fern,” he said while shaking her hand – under your watchful eyes, you had completely refocused the second the therapist had moved. “See you at the next session.”

“Goodbye Tyler,” she said as he crossed the door; when you followed him, Dr.Fern stopped you an instant, “Don’t be so stubborn about him,” she whispered to you, “he’s genuinely relieved to have those sessions.”

For a brief moment, you were tempted to snap at her. But faes weren’t liars. Instead, you bid her goodbye and caught up with Tyler without a word. Maybe she was right, and there was more of Tyler Galpin that you had thought.

[Part.3]

A/N: writing flirty and cocky reader and Tyler is EVERYTHING AHHHHHH they’re feral babies I love them omg

Also if I manage to get back to drawing again, maybe I’ll draw Dr.Fern and scared!Enid and Tyler uhuhuh 👀

The next chapter should be posted soon, because most of it is already written! (was supposed to be in this one but I have cut things differently)

Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥ Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥

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