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The River

Joel Miller x Black!fem!reader

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Summary: Joel and Sarah's mom! reader the days he's conceived, written to Bruce Springsteen's The River in honor of his birthday today!

Warnings: Virginity loss for both, piv sex, skinny dipping, not a happy end, if you want the spoiler look at notes at the end. Classmate calls reader a name but its never stated so you can fill in the blank however fitting you feel, but its implied its either a slur or a derogatory word towards women. Story starts with joel and reader in HS and 17, but 18 when the smu happens. If this makes you uncomfortable, thats fine. Dont read it.Some drinking but everyone is consenting, and at 18 in the 80's in the us you can drink Immersivity: reader is at least biracial as fitting with the show TLOU. Not super descriptive there bc I wanted it to remain pretty open but I mentioned hair care for curls and dark skin

Happy birthday Bruce!!!! I love you

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

I come from down in the valley

Where, mister, when you're young

They bring you up to do like your daddy done

  It started at 17, just kids. You were like something out of a dream to a teen. Well, a wet dream. You dressed so unlike everyone around him, showing off skin in a way scandalous to the bible belt you were living in. Joel was taught that impure thoughts and sex before marriage was sinful, shameful.

A year later, it didn’t feel shameful with you. 

When you moved here during yours and Joel’s senior  year, you and Joel met at a party and it was all over for him the second he saw you in that pretty black dress that dipped so low… Dark, thick curls spiraled around your head in a halo and beautiful dark skin. Joel was certain you weren’t looking his way even once. Joel wasn’t unpopular by any means, but if he were honest a lot of his circle came from either playing baseball or being Tommy’s brother . 

Tommy was a linebacker on the football team, something much cooler than baseball was. Joel didn’t think himself ugly, he thought he was decent to look at, but his nose got in the way, just planted large smack in the middle of his face. Tommy had similar features, but for some reason they meshed together better. Tommy was also just so much more extraverted, friendly as they came. And none of it was fake, Tommy was genuine and that's why people liked him. That’s why Tommy lost his virginity long before Joel had his first kiss.

When you walked over and struck up a conversation with him of all people, Joel’s eyes nearly popped out of his face.

“Hey.” You told him your name. “I start school next week with y’all”

“”M Joel,” He reached out shaking your hand, a move that made you grin ear to ear. “Nice t’meecha”

“You’re cute, Joel, wanna talk outside?”

An hour later, you and Joel hadn’t spoken to a single otyour soul. He watched as envious eyes lingered on them, pride swelling in his chest at having the prettiest girl at the party wearing his jacket as you sat on the porch. 

“HEY MILLER!” A teammate of Tommy’s shouts at Joel from below the porch. “Gonna finally score a homerun?”

When you looked at him confused, Joel explained the metaphor. “I play baseball.”

“YEAH AND HE”S NEVER SCORED WITH A GIRL!”

“THANKS DAN I THINK You GOT IT!!” Joel shouted to the jeering boy who’d drawn a bit of a crowd. When he turns back to you, you weren’t weirded about him being a virgin still, instead you were smiling.

“I’m a virgin too, don’t worry. Wanna really show ‘em how stupid they look?” You whisper.

Joel laughs, smiling something dopey. “Please…”

Swinging one leg over the porch railing, a move that spread your legs and rode your skirt up. You grab his shirt, yanking him towards you and kissing him right tyoure in the porch light, getting bitten by mosquitos. This creates a bunch of loud whooping from everyone except Dan, more people gatyouring to watch the show. Joel about passed out, ready to fall off the porch and die a happy man. He didn’t, holding onto your leg as you giggled into his mouth at the reactions of everyone around them.

After that, only death could separate Joel from you. 

Me and Mary we met in high school

When she was just seventeen

We drive out of this valley

Down to where the fields were green

“Hey Miller!” Dan called after him in the hall, but Joel wasn’t interested in talking to him.

That school year had been a wild one to be sure. You joined the cheer team, but admitted later it was so that you could see Joel more, an excuse to talk to him. Joel was absolutely baffled at the concept that you thought you needed a reason to talk to him after he’d kissed you, but sweet nonetheless. 

Dan had tried in vain to steal you out from under him, but to Joel’s surprise you showed no interest. After that, he got mean. Joel frequently found himself telling Dan to shut the fuck up, defending you even though the relationship still didn’t have a name. It was stolen smiles in class, study dates, choosing to spend your 18th birthday with him at the local diner instead of a party.  DIdn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let Dan talk the way he did about you. It’d never escalated to more than a few shoves in the locker room, resulting in being separated by Tommy and anotyour teammate. Their coach said if Dan causes more problems to let him know.

And then, Dan crossed a line. The crowded hallway was loud, people pushing around to get the hell out of school and onto their next event but Joel heard him loud and clear. The hall got real quiet, everyone between Dan and you and Joel hearing with Dan called you, and it was over. 

“Joel…” You warn, feeling him squeeze your hand tighter. “Don-” but he was gone, letting go and lunging at Dan like he was tackling in a game.

The fight didn’t last long, Joel a little better off than Dan was by the time they were pulled apart, which is why the coach suspended Joel for 2 days instead of Dan. They told the coach, multiple students testifying, what Dan had called you but he never go any repercussions. That just makes Joel all the more happy he broke his nose.

You were his after that. Officially. Boyfriend and girlfriend and inseparable. Every game, you were there cheering him on and every night you worked he was there to walk you home. 

When the summer turned warm, Joel decided he wanted to share something special with you.

It was a secret spot, a place Joel grandpa used to take him and Tommy to fish before he passed. They pair had grown up swimming there when they could get their hands on a car in the summer, and it was somewhere that few people knew about. A quiet lake, the perfect place to fish and swim or just relax. Joel managed to borrow your brothers car, people trusting him as he was responsible, unlike Tommy. He even packed you a picknick, making it a nice date. He knew he was romantic as shit. He didn’t plan on what happened happening, but he knew it would be a special afternoon.

The week after graduation in Texas was already warm, the world bright and happy around him as college approached. You and him had plans to move to Austen together, he had gotten a few good grants for low income students and was going to attend the tech school, get into electrician work. He even knew a place where he could apprentice in the city, and hopefully by the time you graduate with your 4 year degree he would have his journeymans. You had gotten an excellent scholarship, and between that and the money saved from the last few years of both of you working, if you guys budgeted well you would graduate almost debt free. Then, find permanent jobs, get a house, get married, have kids… the entire world was in the palm of your hands.

You hadn’t taken the big step, even after 7 months of dating, you were still virgins. You wanted to… but wyoure? On the bottom bunk of the bunk bed Joel and Tommy still shared in the tiny mobile home? Or at your place, wyoure your mom made you keep the door open at all time? Joel certainly wasn’t going to deflower you in the back of a car, he wasn’t a fucking animal. Still, he liked to think what ended up happening was perfect.

You loved it.

We'd go down to the river

And into the river we'd dive

Oh, down to the river we'd ride

“Joel!!!” An excited squeal escaped your lips as he finished setting everything up. There were even a bundle of wildflowers on the blanket he sprawled out on the grass. 

“M’grandpa used to take me  n’ Tommy here ‘fore he died.” Joel explained, standing up and stepping back to admire his work. There was a tinge of longing, reminiscing on those old days, childhood that he was soon to leave behind for a life with you. There'll always be nostalgia, but he had to fear facing the future with you by his side. He’d do it all in your honor. Joel felt your hand on his back.

“He sounds great, baby.”

Joel smiled. “Yeah, he was.” But he turned to hug yo. The smell of your hair was always something he took his time to appreciate. Throughout these months, he’d learned a lot about taking care of your hair, and absolutely adored the smell of coconut oil. He'd gotten pretty damn good at braiding. Sometimes you’d even put the oil in his hair, and Joel loved the scalp massage too much he was practically purring. That;s how you learned he had a sensitive scalp. Very sensitive.

Got anything to drink?” You smiled, trying to distract him.

He paused for a bit, then finally smiled for the first time tonight. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Joel pulled out the glasses, iced tea, rum, and sliced lemons; Long Island iced tea.

Joel insisted on holding the ice to your lip as You sipped through your straw and drank his own. Joel was more of a beer guy himself, the guys would never let it go if they caught him drinking this, but for your, he’d drink it. Plus, it actually tastes good. Beer does not.

Now, Joel was Joel again. He laughed along to your stories and shared quips about the guys at the shop as they sat on the blanket he laid out by the banks. He braided your hair back for you, tying it up nice and tight so the river water doesn’t ruin it.

“You ready to swim?” You asked.

Joel grinned “Absolutely. I brought some spare clothes, I figured you couldn’t exactly sneak out with swimwear.”

“Actually…” You stood up. “I was thinking we could just…” You took off your shirt. Joel quickly stood up. “Skinny dip?” 

Joel had felt your tits before. Plenty. You and him had explored things before… but never this. Seeing your breasts in that bra had his mind short circuiting. He was only a man. 

You turned away and began walking towards the river. The Texas sun was setting on your back as you slid your underwear off. Joel never really gotten a good look at your ass until now. Well now, he was taking it all in. 

“You gonna join me? Or just stare at my ass like a perv at a gas station?” He looked up at you and saw you glancing over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra. When you turned back and tossed your bra back to the shore, Joel scrambled out of his jeans and underwear comically fast, hopping out of his last pant leg. Joel grinned wildly as he giggled (did he just giggle?) and ran into the river as he pulled his shirt off.

By the time he reached you, you had dove into the water, swimming out. He caught up to you and pulled your wet frame in, finally taking yor in the kiss he had wanted to give all afternoon. He was careful, ever so careful, not to startle you or move too fast, but he hears you laugh. “Oh my god Joel, just kiss me.”

As the lady wished. He deepened the kiss as you ran fingers through his thick curls, massaging into his scalp. He could feel himself getting hard, so he pulled away. “Time to swim, sweetheart.” As he dove into the water, you got a quick peek at his ass before it re-entered the cool water. Oh man, you could not wait to get a hold of that latter tonight. You swam as the sun peaked, until your bodies were too tired to keep changing between kisses and splashes.

The evening was still warm, but could cool quick. Joel grabbed towels and another drink for the two of you on the blanket. While in the car, he opened his windows and turned up the radio. He helped dry off your hair and body before pulling a blanket over the two of you. The area was private, no one would be here except him. Snuggling into his chest, you signed contently. Joel was your safe place. Despite being naked under the blanket, You felt warm and secure. When “Sister Christian” faded out of the car radio, You listened to the DJ.

“This next song is a request, it goes out from Joel in Arlington. Joel wants you to know how much he’s enjoyed your time together and he hopes for many more nights like tonight. Well, isn’t that sweet. Here’s to you, this is You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac”

You turned to him with a broad smile. “Joel! That’s so sweet” You took him in for a kiss as the opening chords started playing, your dark, naked body pulling up against him.

Joel tried to keep his cool, but fighting his hard-on was getting a lot harder to control. “I wanted to play something by Stevie Nicks, but all the songs I knew that she sang sounded like break up songs.” Joel sucked on your neck.

You moaned out his name. “Oh god… mmm” You tried to keep the conversation going, but he felt so good on your skin. “True, but Silver Springs is a masterpiece…”

“You are a masterpiece…” He murmured between the soft kisses he placed along your stomach. your heart rate kicked up as he crept closer to your sex. 

“Joel…” You pleaded, begging him for more as he kissed the crease of your legs, so, so close to where you needed him to be. Something else entirely. Just when You thought he was finally going to take your in his mouth,  moved past your sex, his beautiful lips tantalizingly grazing over your folds to move towards your inner thighs. “Joel, please, stop teasing…”

“As the lady wants…” Finally, he dove into you.

Then I got Mary pregnant

And man, that was all she wrote

You tasted fantastic. He flattened his tongue as licked up, swirling around your clit, making your whimper. He loved the little sounds You made when he touched you, tasted you. Sliding two fingers inside, Joel worked your lower body with everything in him: his fingers deep inside your, his mouth licking and kissing everywhere in reach, his free hand massaging along your thigh.

In the freedom of the dark night, You felt free to be as loud as You wanted. “FUCK! Fuck Joel, just like that.”

“Fuck, you taste so good”

You gave a breathy laugh “Baby, I taste like river water”

“Like delicious river water” He muttered with an obvious smile;

You giggled “Ew”

Joel hummed “mmmm” the vibration sending another wave through you.

“Oh! Oh God, Joel!” You whimpered when You felt his teeth carefully draw along your sensitive inner thigh.

Joel continued working you, fingering you open carefully until you came on his tongue, tugging on the sweet curl and his oh so sensitive scalp.

You moved your hips up, sending a shock of electricity through him when he felt your thigh rub along his cock.

He kissed into your neck, fighting the strong urge to leave hickies. “If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I was presumptuous?”

“If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I’m easy?”

You could feel a shit eating, teasing grin being pressed into your neck. “I don’t believe in women being easy, I believe in men being lucky.”

With your soft hand, you guided his face back to yours and You gifted him with a kiss. “Do you think you’re lucky tonight?”

He couldn’t help the feral growl that escaped him as he nipped along your neck and chest. “Sweetheart, tonight, I think I’m favored by the gods.” He rolled over and pulled the condom out of his pant pocket and slid it over his length before lining himself up at your entrance and planting a soft kiss on your brow. He touched his forehead to yours. “You want this?” Joel spoke softly in your ear.

You smiled, eyes closed, and nodded, gently tracing the muscles on his back, toned from physical labour.

“More than anything, Joel. Do you?”

When you opened them, Joel was beaming down at you. “More than anything.”

 He felt your grip on his shoulder as he entered your, wet and hot in contrast to the cool air seeping into their little haven. He pulled the blanket over both of their heads to keep the heat between them, to keep the world outside. Right now, only they mattered, only you existed, nothing else could possibly be more important than making you feel beautiful and special and… loved.

You were ethereal. Nothing in the world felt better than you sweet pussy and there was nothing he loved more than you, his beautiful girl giving herself to him, just as he gave himself to you. 

In your little tent, you felt safe, appreciated and adored. Joel always had a way of taking away all your anxieties, his demeanor was always so light and relaxing but fiercely protective. You could feel him hitting deep inside you despite his movements being slow and steady, not wanting to hurt you. He was all kisses: your mouth your jaw, your breasts, your cheeks. As you stretched out your body and put your arms over your head, he ran his hands up your sides, over your breasts and shoulders, along your arms and finally pinning your hand above your. Joel held you to the ground and he picked up his pace, making your toes curl as your orgasm built back up again.

“Mmmm, Joel, baby you feel so good… so good honey”

Joel could feel your tightening around him, he knew you were close. He kissed deep into your mouth that opened for him. You aggressively kissed back, taking his lip between your teeth. “Please baby, I need to feel you.” You wiggled your wrists.

Joel complied, releasing your hands which You returned to his tan skin. When You came around him, he felt your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, tipping him over the edge. His pace faltered as he rode out his orgasm, pressing tender kisses into your neck.

When they re-emerged from the cover of the blanket, night had completely fallen on the reservoir, the moon shone above the treeline illuminating You’s tan, wet body. “Keep on Lovin You” by REO Speedwagon was in full swing. They laid on the bank of the river, pulling your close just to feel each breath You takes.

There they laid, until Joel heard the rumble of thunder. “We should probably get going, don’t want to get rained on.” No answer. He looked down to see you sleeping against his chest. 5 more minutes won’t hurt… He thought to himself, and watched your sleep for 20 minutes, until you stirred to the sound of the thunder getting closer.

“Hm?” You grumbled into his chest, despite him not saying anything.

“I said we gotta go, it looks like rain.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Oh shit, I forgot we were naked.”

Joel stood up and gathered your clothes that You had practically stripped off for him, then got dressed himself.

It was that July you told him you were pregnant.

And for my nineteenth birthday

I got a union card and a wedding coat

We went down to the courthouse

And the judge put it all to rest

No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle

No flowers, no wedding dress

Everything changed after that, 

Not the love you had for each other, no, not that.

But everything else.

Your parents kicked you out when you told them, and Joel’s family let you move in, kind enough to let you take the couch, until a week later you and Joel were married at the courthouse. You spend your wedding night on the bottom of a bunk bed, Tommy staying with a friend for the night to offer you some privacy.

Life wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t the worst. No trade school, no apprenticeship, no journeymans, but Joel found a union job which was good. You continued working your job at the diner until Sarah was born, the best day of Joel’s life.

The next 5 years would be difficult, late bills and a sick baby, union going on strike, but no matter what, he had you. Always had you, his beautiful girl. Sometimes, Joel would ask Tommy to watch Sarah for a few hours, and he’d take you back to the river, back to where she was conceived. He couldn’t say he regretted it, but when this life brought him his baby. He couldn’t regret anything with you, honestly. Every struggle was worth it for his little family.

It was here you told him about the cancer.

Now all them things that seemed so important

Well mister they vanished right into the air

Now I just act like I don't remember

Mary acts like she don't care

Joel watched as a preteen Sarah swam around the river, Tommy and Joel parked with chairs close enough their feet were wet. Joel supposed she was technically a teen now… but it felt wrong to say his baby was a teenager of all things. 13 could be a preteen, just one more year. He had braided her hair back the same way he always did yours, the memory of which always tore at his chest. There were a few years there he didn’t take her, the last time Sarah had been was when she was 6.

 The chemo had taken its toll on you, but you wanted this last summer with your daughter. Joel had carried you in, your body to weak to stand for long but once you were in again, you were at ease. The water helped you move, taking pressure off your joints and Sarah, as little as she was played gently with you, knowing her mom was fragile. Joel loved how much you loved her, how much Sarah adored you, and it killed him. It killed him to know there wasn’t much longer left. 

Joel watched as you floated, taking in the sun on your skin as Sarah did the same. Two peas in a pod.

You died two days later.

But I remember us riding in my brother's car

Her body tan and wet, down at the reservoir

At night on them banks I'd lie awake

And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

Joel didn’t take her again until she was 10. He couldn’t stomach it, so Tommy did, wanting to keep the family place alive.

“You alright, brother?” Tommy asked, cool beer in his hand.

Joel sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Just….” He shook his head, watching as Sarah went under to do a handstand. “She looks so much like her mom, doesn’t she?”

When Sarah popped up again, Joel and Tommy cheered for her in encouragement.

“Yeah, that she does.”

School was starting soon, and Joel would have less time with her, so he was savoring these little moments, just as their family. Just the three of them. Joel still felt you here, present with him in these ways, even after all these years. 

2003 marked 7 years since your death, and every day Sarah grew to look more like you.

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

That sends me down to the river

Though I know the river is dry

That sends me down to the river tonight

Down to the river

My baby and I

Oh, down to the river we ride

SPOILER!!! Reader dies.

Thak you soooo muc for reading, i know my last fic and this one have been downers, and i gonna be honest, my final joel piece before leaving the fandom wil be bittersweet too ;-;

Thank you for all the love you've given me!!!

Taggint htose whove expressed interest. I think. if i mistagged you im sorry!!! its late for me

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TMNT Write Fight Fic: Pizza Party

Prompt by @donniepodsshow: "The first pizza party and/or family movie night post-Rise!Kraang invasion. Good opportunity for Casey Jr. to learn and try some stuff he never got in his timeline!" @tmnt-write-fight

Word Count: 1,018

Summary: The Rise turtles introduce Casey Junior to the many varieties of pizza available in the present.

"Okay, Casey, your mission, if you choose to accept it... is to try a bite out of every one of these."

"And don't worry! Raph will eat whatever you don't!" Raph added reassuringly, and his stomach rumbled right on cue.

The spread out before them was a veritable feast - rarely before had there been such a variety of pizza pies all in one place. Only in the Ninja Turtles' lair would a meat lovers sit peacefully beside a veggie delite! Of course, those were ordinary, uninteresting fare when compared to some of the options they'd picked up from Hueso's specifically for the occasion - a Super Creepy Supreme, of course, and a hot one that literally set your tongue on fire, among others.

When Casey Junior had made it clear he'd never so much as tried a piece of pizza before, they'd gotten a classic pepperoni into his hands as fast as possible, but to introduce him to the broader world of pizza really required a more formal occasion. A pizza party, if you will.

"That's a lot of food," Casey Junior breathed, looking a little pale. "Where do we even-"

"There are many ways to approach the pizza party spread," Donnie said flatly, pulling up a few holographic diagrams. "Right to left is a classic, as is common to uncommon-slash-unpopular, which may be more appropriate for the tastebuds of someone who isn't used to pizza at all. Of course, the mild-to-spicy is also a tastebud-friendly approach, and if I were you, I'd start with a combination of the two - with a third, less significant vector relating to general popularity."

Leo pressed a hand between Casey Junior's shoulderblades, pushing him forward. "You know what I think?" He felt the guy perk up, like he really cared about what Leo thought, which was such a confidence booster. "I think you let yourself feel the pizza, be the pizza, and your instinct will guide you to the right pizza."

Casey Junior swallowed. He pasted on a smile. After careful consideration - which Leo appreciated, this was serious business, after all - Casey Junior picked up a slice of barbecue pizza.

Mikey stood in the middle of the room with a clipboard and glasses, tapping the eraser against his lips. "Going for a non-standard sauce out the gate... interesting. Very interesting." He scribbled something down in his notebook.

Casey moved to put it down, but Leo clucked his tongue. "You touched it, it's yours, Case! You gotta try it now. No takebacks."

Casey sighed. He looked at the slice in his hand with curiosity, then shoved it in his mouth.

They all leaned forward, jittery with anticipation.

He chewed, paused for a second, kept chewing and then swallowed.

"So...?" Donnie began.

"If you had to rate it out of ten, ten being the best most awesome thing you've ever tasted in your life and one being the worst thing you've ever had-" Mikey paused to adjust his glasses thoughtfully, "-which is probably really really bad-"

Casey Junior tilted his head. "Nine."

--

"Is it supposed to be wiggling? And, uh, speaking to me?"

"Hueso follows the classic recipe, which involves serving them alive so they can beg to be eaten," Donnie replied.

Mikey bounced on the balls of his feet. "I'm reading about the culinary history of this and other live pizza dishes in the Hidden City, and it's actually pretty cool!"

Casey Junior stared at the slice in his hands. "Cool. Sure." Still, he hesitated. Leo was sure he'd seen worse, but something about the writhing tentacles just wasn't doing it for him.

...yeah. Okay. Given where he'd come from, that was pretty understandable actually.

Leo swiped the piece from his hands, shoving it in his mouth. "Whoops! Guess you gotta pick something else," he said past the mouthful of unchewed crust and squirming creatures.

Casey Junior blinked wide eyes at him, but then grinned, already reaching for the next pizza down the line.

---

"If you don't like this one, I will absolutely be crushed," Donnie admitted flatly. "The perfect blend of several cheeses to provide the optimal texture, an alternative to the normally quite greasy classic pepperoni..."

Casey bit into it and gave him a thumbs up, and Donnie outright whooped, throwing his hands in the air. Mikey did it along with him, because Mikey liked being included in celebrations.

--

"Sometimes you just gotta add some spice to your life," April declared, holding out a slice of jalapeno pizza with hot sauce sauce and hot pepper flakes baked into the crust. "Brace yourself, though, it's gonna be a rough ride."

Casey took a big ol' bite, and everybody but April and Raph flinched in sympathy.

He just chewed a couple of times and swallowed, blinking innocently around the room. "What?"

Leo swiped a piece just to check, and upon a single sniff he immediately started choking. What was this guy made of?

---

By the end of the night they had all ended up sprawled out on the floor, hands on their stomachs, empty pizza boxes scattered around the scene of the crime.

"And how would you rate this pizza party experience?" Donny asked the ceiling from his own spot on the floor. "Educational, very very educational-"

"Delicious," Casey Junior concluded. "But yeah, I'd say I learned a lot. Like that the present really likes grease and cheese."

"Mmmm, grease and cheese," Raph mumbled.

When Leo looked over, Casey Junior was grinning from ear. "Thanks, guys. This was fun. I don't think I remember the last time I felt... full."

"We're gonna give you all sorts of stuff to try and you're gonna forget what it ever felt like to feel hungry, okay?" Leo assured him. "Hot dogs..."

"...nachos..."

"...fried rice..."

"...maybe a salad or something," April added and almost everyone blew a raspberry at that, even Casey Junior, props to him. Mikey snapped his fingers in appreciation, but that was Mikey.

Yeah, they'd feed him well. Casey Junior would never go hungry, and there were so many things in the world for him to try. Leo, for one, couldn't wait to show him.

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World Devoid: Episode 1.1 - This Is (Not) Your Morning

(Word Count: 1k)

---October 1st, 2000---

"Ugh, I can't believe we didn't find ANY Cryptids!" Cassie huffs as they walk back to the RV, turning around to see what their best friend is doing. "Hey Baz, you ready?" 

"We got close. I could feel it." Baz replies, bringing his fingers to his face and spreading them, dramatically, sighing before reaching that same hand out to grab the driver's side door handle. "And, I'm always ready, Cassie, you know that." He chuckles confidently to himself before giving the door handle a quick tug- only to find that it's locked.

"Thwarted. Of course." He turns to face Cassie, peering over the hood of the large vehicle, "Do you have the keys?"

"Uh, no? I thought you had them. It's YOUR parent's RV." Cassie says, crossing her arms over her chest followed by a heavy eye roll. 

Baz childishly parrots Cassie's words in a mocking tone while patting down the pockets of his cargo pants. "It'syourdadsRVehw".

After fondling the many, MANY pockets on his pants, his fingers find purchase on the singular engine key for the hefty vehicle. "Success." Baz declares triumphantly with a quick pumped fist and a head bow. 

Slipping the key into the lock, it turns easily, and a quick yank has the door swinging open with an audible creak. Baz hops into the driver's seat and reaches across the passenger side to pull up on the lock stick.

"Ugh, finally. Let's go home." Cassie whines as she opens the passenger door and gets into the patterned seat with a huff. She eyes Baz and punches his arm lightly to prompt him to get going. 

"Jeezus". Baz shouts dramatically, grabbing his arm, but very promptly jumps into action to bring the engine roaring to life. "I could have blocked that hit, you know." Baz mutters and then laments to himself, ‘They'd kick my ass in a heartbeat’. 

Cassie laughs, loud and short. "Ha! As if you'd stand even the slightest chance!" She snorts.

"What-Ever." Baz retorts, but he knows she’s right. He purses his lips and grips the steering wheel before throwing the RV into drive and rolling down the dirt path towards the main road. He reaches down towards the stereo but finds a hand smacking his away and twisting the knob herself. Cassie messes with the dial, quickly tuning it to a station playing Daft Punk's "Around The World". Satisfied, she leans back in her seat and enjoys the beat.

A loud, bravados huff escapes Baz, but he makes no move to change the station, and eventually finds that he can't help himself but to bop along to what is so obviously, a banger. His scowl is quickly replaced by a toothy grin, and he tosses a giddy look in Cassie's direction before bursting out into easy laughter, feeling the tension dissolve into a good moment.

They drive for what feels like hours, never encountering a single other car. At first, it doesn't ring any alarm bells, seeing as they left early in the morning. But as the hours tick by and there is no sign of anyone, they begin to take notice, and Cassie is the first one to bring it up.

"Hey Baz, have you, like, seen anyone else while we've been driving?" She asks suddenly.

Baz rapidly whips his head from one side to the next, sweeping the surrounding area in a sudden panic. "You know, it's funny you mention that-- I was thinking these roads were way too clear. I mean, I know we started our journey early, but we would have had to at least run into one other car by now...... Very peculiar......" His eyebrows shoot up and he squints his eyes while contemplating the lack of life signs during their trip. He thinks to himself: 'It's probably some weird holiday or we are taking an unpopular road. Nothing more'

"Well-- at least we'll get back to the dorms in record speed." Baz concludes, quickly shrugging away the thought and focusing back on the empty road ahead, putting a little more pressure on the pedal.

"Hell yeah! Rev it up!" Cassie whoops, encouraging Baz to go faster, seemingly just as eager to push away the thought. She laughs, enjoying the adrenaline rush- its presence momentarily distracting her from the budding dread in her stomach. She knows something is wrong, but she ignores it, trying her best to push the feeling down and enjoy herself with her best friend. 

Baz, blissfully ignorant to the anxieties Cassie hides, puffs out his chest with pride at the encouragement. His face settles into a smug expression as his toes push a little bit harder down on the pedal, causing the engine to roar and the large vehicle to pick up speed rapidly. He reachs into the cup holder and flicks open the black oval sunglasses he finds there. As he puts them on, he accidentally stabs his eye with one of the arms before getting them positioned correctly. "Ow." He grunts before his face returns to it's smug expression. 'This is just like Gone In 60 Seconds- hell yeah!'

As they get closer to their dorms, they see a cluster of empty cars, seemingly abandoned, some of them with doors thrown open haphazardly. 

"Baz, look!" Cassie exclaims, pointing to where the cars are, but Baz is too distracted by the music. 

Pushing 120MPH, "This Is Your Night" by Amber blasts through the speakers, as Baz has one hand on the steering wheel and the other running seductively up and down his chest as he passionately mouths the words. Only half watching the road, as Cassie shouts at Baz to 'look', his eyes fling open and he instinctively slams down on the brakes-- hard-- sending them both lurching forward. Their seatbelts just barely prevent them from flying through the windshield as they come to a screeching halt admist a sea of seemingly abandoned cars.

It takes them a moment to stop completely, but when they finally do, they come to a skidding halt millimeters from the cluster of abandoned cars- kissing the bumper of one of the vehicles. Cassie looks over at Baz, wide eyed and frightened.

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Paula for the ask game, if you'd like!

First impression:

wow they sure made the girl character a pink little damsel (despite her badass powers) and called it a day huh. ok

Impression now:

wow i can take the girl character and develop whatever i want about her and -- oh shit - oops - haha whoops - now she's my favorite

Favorite moment: Every time she uses PK Freeze. But really, I'm very sentimental about the brief period between Twoson and Threed where it's just Ness and Paula traveling together. Paula makes a friend she can be herself with. Ness makes a friend after braving the big scary world all by himself. They're probably a little awkward and uncertain of each other at first, but they quickly come to admire each others' strengths!! Combat feels so fresh and exciting once you finally have a party member! They both have to learn to work together with a fellow PSI user, and it's really sweet.

Idea for a story: I don't really have more Paula stories on the brain rn. Whatever I do next with Intermission AU though, I wanna develop her friendship with Claus some more… They're both book-smart and snarky, he's one of very few people who can keep up with her wit. She only knows the half of what he's been through, but she looks out for him on the downlow. Especially in light of his bad experiences with Porky (Paula helped Ness through his fallout with Porky too, she's kind of in a unique position to provide some levelheaded advice & support). And they've both got unresolved anger with their family members. Their playfully pretentious nerd banter might easily give way to some heartfelt & heavy discussions. I feel like one of these days I could cook up somethin interesting. Intermission Senior Year arc where Paula finally stands up to her megalomaniac mom, while Claus cheers from the sidewalk like "yeah paula, you tell her!! yolo, dude! i got your back!"

Unpopular opinion: A lot of fan content I see & read will either sideline her or just, not flesh her out very much beyond Yeah She Sure Is The Girl. :( Itoi left the EarthBound party members relatively underdeveloped on purpose, hoping players would fill in the blanks to their hearts' content. Paula can be anything or anyone, and can have really interesting dynamics with her other party members! I just think her potential is often underutilized.

Favorite relationship: She's Ness' best friend!! A smart pretty popular girl befriends a little fat boy with average grades n' no connections beyond his hometown! And against all expectations, it turns out they get along brilliantly! He helps her loosen up & let go of her perfectionism, she helps him overcome his insecurities & become a more confident person! Ness really really needed someone to trust as his friendship with Porky crumbled, and Paula was right there the whole time. I think they have lots of silly goofy fun together - they'll dance and do karaoke and take joke photos at national monuments. I have a funny little headcanon that they tried dating in high school, quickly realized they like just being friends much better, and went on as if nothing happened. And another, that they teach each other their PSI techniques. Healing doesn't come naturally to Paula, and offense doesn't come naturally to Ness, but they're patient and perseverant and they figure it out over time.

Favorite headcanon: My girl Paula is academia pilled to comedic degrees. She's obsessed with Virginia Woolf. She feels a spiritual kinship with The Queen's Gambit. She daydreams about being a college professor. When she watches movies she calls them "films," and you'd better believe she's taking notes.

[cafeinnewdelsta]

(… whoops forgot to give you numbers- forget abt the previous ask sorry :’D)

3 and 4 for Hikari for the ask game?

Heck yeah!! Best boi posting!!! :D

There are slight spoilers, so I put the answers undercut:

● My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I love HikaCas in a platonic sense; something about Hikari wanting to take up the role of an apothecary to use his hands for healing and Castti teaching him is an idea many have had and I love seeing it so much aaa (their friendship means everything to me ;-;)

Speaking of Hikari and Castti, I know some people have touched upon Temenos reminding Castti of Trousseau, but I love the thought of Castti feeling a sense of de ja vu in Hikari's presence too, because he is kind and gentle like Trousseau once was. I think that's why I love how his banter with Castti bookends her Chapter 3 so much. I should write about them more myself, they're such great characters 🥹

(Sorry I got to rambling there ahaha...)

● My unpopular opinion about this character

Idk how unpopular this is, but Hikari is definitely stronger than he looks.

I love the thought of this small little guy just pulverizing folks twice his size and everyone just stood there like 😮

(and not to go on a Temehika fueled tangent, but I imagine Temenos pulls a �� face towards anyone who under-estimates Hikari huehue)

And probably not likely to happen, given how skilled he supposedly is, but I love the thought of Hikari resorting to using his fists if his sword or pole arm was flung out of his hand (somehow). There is a learned skill he can get called Right Hook where he just punches the enemy and they lose two shields 👀 (recommend using on the Octo 1 gang with Sealticge's Seduction applied of course)

Anyway, thanks for the ask! :D

[n0sewise]

hi! 1 & 12 for choose violence game, if its okay to ask

hi, yes it's totally okay to ask!

1. Oh god, it could be any of them, honestly. I see a lot of UwU Killua, but also there's a ton of really great Killua too. I'm going with Gon since we never get to hear his inner thoughts. There's a tendency in fandom to go really extreme with him either as The Sweetest Most Innocent Boy In The World or Selfish 8ft Monster Who Hurt Killua. I don't see him as either, and even in my own writing I've had people misinterpret him as being dumb for the sake of it, or an alpha bro type when in reality, he's got the mother (father?) of all abandonment issues. This is the kid that went out to see what's so great about smoking bc his dad left to get a pack of cigarettes(someone funnier than me made this comparison and i forget who). Gon is Complex. His morality is a little weird. He loses his arms like it's a hobby. Anyway. Yeah, Gon is my pick for 1.

12. Illumiiiiii. I love Illumi, but this won't be in defense of him (I don't even think he's unpopular). Something about him makes my brain go brrrr. He is The Worst and here is why I love him:

1) a fantastic villain. We don't even know who he is until his big reveal in the exam arc when we find out Why Gittarackur has been in disguise this entire time. He's got those big, empty shark eyes. He's an assassin and yet he walks around in weird, green, puffy sleeved outfits when it would clearly be more practical to dress in literally any other way. He hardly emotes until He Does, at which point he becomes Terrifying to behold.

2) he's the kid that Silva and Kikyo fucked up first. Look, that Speaks To Me as an only child gifted kid burnout. Illumi is their firstborn, but he's not the heir, and he's Very Good at what he does. Was he born with the right temperament, or was it beaten out of him? We don't get that info, but I think it's fucking fascinating, and even more so when you consider that Milluki must have been the overcorrection of whatever was done to Illumi to make him the way he is. Was there any point where they looked at this perfect assassin and were like, "...we might have messed him up a little" ? Was he told to have a hand in Killua's upbringing, or did he take that on by choice? The Implications of his childhood and that of the rest of the Zoldycks are some of the most interesting in the series to me.

3) he's a hypocrite! He's delusional! Mr. Assassins Don't Have Friends went and got engaged to a magician clown? Illumi is so delulu for his entire conversation with Hisoka where he assumes he is the person Killua loves most and it makes me choke on my coffee every single time. He's removed from reality, which is a charming and horrifying trait to have, and it has endless au potential.

So far I've only written him as The Worst Person Killua Knows, but can you imagine au Illumi as the most embarrassing older brother? Illumi showing up while Killua has Gon over after school and thinking he killed it because he just dabbed like the kids do, and Killua is hoping the ground will open up and swallow him bc his big brother Did Not just do that in front of his crush? Illumi bringing his awful, creepy boyfriend to An Important Zoldyck Function and not understanding (or caring) when they manage to clear the room because their combined vibes are just too rancid?

I love Illumi. I don't want to see him succeed. I do not think he has a healthy relationship with any of his siblings. He is Not a good person in the series, and it makes him so fun to watch. Hisoka makes my skin crawl, but I could watch 8 hours of Illumi failing at human interaction.

This came out longer than I intended, whoops. Thanks for the ask!

[riveriafalll]

12, 21 & 23 for the tag game?

hope all's well!!

-🍁

Fuck yeah! I can always count on you 🍁

Unfortunately, since the when stars collide (black holes form) brain rot has been firmly in place for like two weeks, I have very little NTTD done, but uh 8.5k worth of planning for WSC whoops

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why people should like them more

Uhhhh the problem with the Harry Potter fandom is that there’s not many people the fandom actually dislikes all that much, and the ones we do, are for good reasons (cough cough Umbridge)

Honestly, Lavender Brown. Girl gets shit for being basically a teenage girl - Ron is basically a jock, of course girls want to date him. She’s being judged like an adult for the actions of a 15 year old.

21. Part of canon you think is overhyped

Not so much over-hyped, but over-exaggerated. Harry is oblivious, yeah, and not the most reliable narrator, but he’s not as bad as some people make out. He notices an awful lot about people, and his suspiciousness is understandable when you realise he’s from an abusive background. He was an abused child, he is always vigilant, he spends so much time watching for danger, he just sometimes misses emotional cues. (Also, uh, he probably doesn’t have much of a frame of reference for positive emotions towards him)

23. Ship you’ve unwillingly come around to

Oh boyyyyyyyyyyy

Lucius/Narcissa

Now, I know what you’re saying “river, what do you mean came around to it? It’s an established ship?”

Well let me tell you about a little fic called when stars collide, where my OC goes “hah, bc I arrived before basically anything happens, I can make sure Narcissa doesn’t have to marry Lucius!”

And I was writing this with the purpose of not having this ship in the fic, and then, do you know what that slimy git did? He was a flirtatious charming little shit, and the next thing I knew, Narcissa was madly in love.

(I only accept my version of this couple, though, everyone else can shove off)

Thank you for the ask 🍁, I’m good, hope you’re well as well! And I promise that as soon as I’ve finished planning out WSC, I’m gonna continue on NTTD

[veliseraptor]

Kimchay!

before I started reading @majestictortoise's writing about them I would've said "don't ship" purely because they gave me such secondhand embarrassment on my first watch but thanks to the aforementioned writing I am now on board. I'm pretty easy to talk into new ships a lot of the time, actually.

What made you ship it?

I think it was the realization that made me think about it where I was giving Porchay more credit, is maybe the way to put it? Because so much of my reaction to it was based on the feeling of cringe I got from seeing a teen boy pursuing his idol, but rethinking about their scenes and the way that Porchay is...actually more agentive than that, if that makes sense? Porchay sees a boy, likes a boy, and decides to pretty determinedly flirt with the boy, and he's actually remarkably self-assured about it, all things considered. It flips the scene where he plays his song for Kim, for instance, from feeling embarrassing to me to feeling more like 'oh yeah you are really putting feelings front and center and obvious which is kinda necessary considering how much Kim is living in a 'feelings, what are those' bubble.'

Between that and the fact that I am terminally weak to characters who think of themselves as cold and dedicated to a cause first and their personal life second if at all suddenly tripping and whoops! ending up in feelings, I guess I'm here now.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Probably the aforementioned part about the experience for Kim, who has been on a mission and is such a weirdo and so maladjusted in his own particular way (differently from his brothers), and here he has this sneaky, sneaky plan to get more information on the conspiracy he's trying to untangle about what his dad is up to, and Kinn's new bodyguard's baby brother is the perfect target, and oh whoops this plan isn't going the way he thought it would, oh no.

Also thinking though about if Kim was thinking at some point about how nice it would be if this was a thing that was actually as completely separated from the fucked up tangle of his family as it looks if you don't know he's related to them, while he knows it's not, but maybe kind of wishing he could pretend it was.

And ultimately not knowing how to deal with emotional confrontation in a relationship so he just, you know. Doesn't.

I also think the fact that I realized that Porchay is actually the more emotionally mature one of the two of them is a big selling point here.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I feel like a lot of my opinions are just cribbed from, again, @majestictortoise, and I still don't spend a lot of time in this specific corner of fandom, but I will say that while I think Porchay deserves to get to yell at Kim a little, I don't think he actually wants to and I think it would be more devastating to make Kim suffer through an honest emotional conversation anyway.

[magicofthepen]

shipping ask game: [immediately forgets every ship ever whoops]

how about Korrasami?

ship it/don’t ship it ask game

Korrasami - Ship It

What made you ship it?

oh this takes me back! how has it been almost nine years since I first watched Legend of Korra, oh my god the passage of time.

I never liked the love triangles of early Legend of Korra - especially in the context of, I was a teenager, so many stories aimed at teenagers had love triangles, and I was deeply rolling my eyes by that point. The rapid romantic development of Korra and Mako in season 1 also didn’t click with me, which especially makes sense in hindsight, because romantic attraction developing really quickly after meeting someone is never an experience I’ve had. Certainly not at the time.

But the subtle hints of something building between Korra and Asami? The established friendship shifting over time? That was my preferred kind of romantic storytelling, and it struck a cord, in a way I was only just beginning to consciously process. And the idea of two former romantic rivals falling for each other was also extremely compelling, given how much I disliked the love triangles.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

on an out-of-universe level: this ship made me realize I was queer. this story, the way it spoke to me, the way the writers confirmed that yes, there was something there. their friends to lovers arc resonated enough that my brain finally went oh. I came out to myself because of this ship, and I’ll always be grateful for that.

on an in-universe level: okay I did an A:TLA rewatch within the past year, but I got distracted a season into Korra (slash possibly I stalled out in season 2 because, well. season 2). so the later parts of the show are not that fresh in my mind, so this is going to be fairly vague.

but I love the friendship they have even early on, when they’re romantic rivals. how they come from very different backgrounds (learning to bend most of the elements in the South Pole vs. having a technology-centric life in Republic City), although both with some Expectation of Importance (Korra raised knowing she’s the Avatar, Asami growing up as the heir to Sato Industries), and how they respect each others’ strengths, even early on.

and the relationship we see them build in the later seasons is just so lovely - we see them hanging out and having fun together! fighting together! looking out for and protecting each other! confiding in each other! I know that there are downsides to the romance being so understated, but at the same time, I genuinely appreciate seeing a romance build in a series of moments stacked on top of each other - not flashy and impulsive and dramatic. and yeah, impulsive and dramatic is what we’ve seen from Korra especially before, but I like that it’s atypical for her? it feels like the sort of romance that crept up on her, too.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t know what opinions are popular or unpopular these days about Korra and Asami’s place in The History of Queer Characters in Cartoons, but where I’m at is:

yeah, it really was more subtext than text in the show. even the ending. the intentions were there, and I’m glad they made it overt in the comics, but these days I don’t think the ending was as Obvious as I thought it was at the time.

but! that doesn’t mean it wasn’t important. Legend of Korra did help move the needle forward, and on a personal level, it was The show that did it for me. the representation thing of seeing yourself reflected in the show and coming to accept yourself more because of it. I was in my mid-teens, Legend of Korra was aimed at my age group, that subtextual representation (and how much the creators stood behind it as canonical) clearly made a difference to one queer teenager. and that matters.

and I’m so glad that Legend of Korra’s queer story looks lackluster in comparison to later cartoons. it means we have moved forward! not enough, queer cartoons are still getting screwed over by networks, but still. look at the stories that have been told since.

(I realize a lot of this is me talking about Korrasami’s place in media history and not their storyline itself, but 1. again, haven’t rewatched recently, a lot of the details are fuzzy, and 2. it’s place in media history was hugely important to me personally, of course I’m gonna talk about it.)

[murderoushagthesequel]

12, 16, 24!

thanks for the ask, anon! <3

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

oooo i feel like there's so many for this one. i went a bit into lightning era too. young molly weasley, peter pettigrew (this one is relative), pansy parkinson, percy weasley, rita skeeter (this one goes back and forth tbh). now explanations. molly, i just feel like there's a lot of potential for her character that isn't discussed!!! (which i will absolutely be adding into my fics). but like, think about how her parents must've treated her and her brothers for her to end up as the mother she did. also think about how fucking badass she would've been as a teenager! like yeah, she's a bamf in her 40s, but imagine her, single, childless, with not a care in the world just going around and doing whatever she pleases. peter!!! we all know how i feel about peter so i won't go too much into it but yeah. he's amazing (i will go into this more in another post if anybody wants to hear all my thoughts). pansyyy. ok so yes, she is an awful person in canon. but consider this... fanon pansy is amazing and she's my wife. i've also read some one shots where the reader is fr just like me :sob: and it makes me so happy. percyyyyyy. ok he is my baby. i love him so much. he just made a little mistake okay! he was outcasted by his family his whole life and so he wanted to do great things. yeah, he was a nerd, and his brothers relentlessly made fun of him for it, then he found the first person who appreciated (used) him (he didn't know, he was manipulated!) and he stuck by them. not to mention him trying to live up to the immense pressure he was under to live up to bill and charlie's legacy. but he realized he was wrong and he went back! and then his fucking brother died and he blamed himself for it. this man has been through enough!!! leave him alone!! (i can also write a whole thing about percy, i've hyperfixated on this man, i have a playlist and art of him and everything) MOVING ON i really jsut exposed myself there. rita! tbh i don't... like her? i just think she's interesting. i despise her in adulthood, but i think she was a really cool teenager. i would add bellatrix in here too but she gets enough love so she's an honorable mention. wow that was... long. i went on a bit too long about percy WHOOPS.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

childhood friends to lovers (unless it's prongstail or my mlp jegulus characters). bartylus. straight james potter. straight mary macdonald. mean evan rosier or barty crouch jr. blackcest (i need to claw my eyes out every time i come across it). and so many more but this is all i can think of off the top of my head.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

women in the marauders fandom. y'all please just stfu already and let me enjoy my marauders content in pEACE.

[chibipsycho-v3]

Dredger for Ask Meme? Please?

Ah, the Dredger! An interesting proposition. Let's see…

The Dredger

[First impression] Hard-working guy, can't even take his eyes off of his work for a card battle. Very dedicated to his job! Get this man some anti-rust.

[Impression now] He is overworked and underpaid. Please P03, he got you what you wanted, let him be at least a mini-boss for his trouble! If the 'bots can have liquids, which I doubt, I think he'd appreciate a stiff irish coffee. Otherwise, he needs a good maintenance break.

[Favorite moment] I mean, all his appearances are good. My favorite has to be when you find him in Act III and he's like, "Yeah, I'm a dialogue NPC now! ...Wait, why aren't I a boss?" then P03 won't even let you talk to him anymore. P03 doesn't reprogram Dredger's personality matrices like he did with Rebecha, just bars you from talking to him. At least P03 shows that little bit of respect for one of his workers.

[Idea for a story] During a storm, the factory power goes out. Since the outside power can't be repaired in the storm, there is no work that can be done. So instead, the worker 'bots get together and play Inscryption by lantern light. P03 is being stubborn and still trying to sort cards by the light of his screen, but Dredger eventually good-naturedly pesters P03 into joining them.

[Unpopular opinion] Is it possible to have an unpopular opinion on the Dredger? The only divisive opinion I've seen about him would be that he's actually older than P03, who is supposed to be some type of demigod figure in the in-game universe. P03 even refers to him as 'that old Dredger' so I like to believe that it's true.

[Favorite relationship] Dredger x Work, they're always together! No, um... Again, I'd like to say that the workers all get together in a nice friend group, but they're always so busy... It'd be a wild group though- the nervous Inspector, the mildly-unhinged Melter, and the gruff, tired Dredger. Melter cajoling Inspector into increasingly nerve-wracking situations and Dredger back there just watching those two get in trouble. As for shown relationships, P03 and Dredger. It's clear that P03 respects Dredger and his dedication to his job and tries to be kinder to him in Act III... It's just that P03 couldn't figure out a proportionate reward, whoops.

[Favorite headcanon] Again, my favorite headcanon is that Dredger is as old, if not older than P03 himself. He can tell you of the world before the factory, before the Scrybes, before cards. Of course, you might have to ply him with an anti-rust treatment and some coal for his pipe, but honestly he's happy to share stories from the back of his memory banks. It's just nice to have someone interested.

Wow, this ask got me really thinking! Thank you for asking, friend!

[rametarin]

Imagine a person..

The sort of person that walks into a D&D campaign, or any place centered for nerds on high fantasy, and the conversation they want to have is that, castles and monarchy are bad, and therefore, bad culture and bad influence on society.

So they demand putting in big disgusting notes at the start talking about, “CERTAIN UNDESIRABLE GROUPS sure have been whooping up monarchy and racism lately, huh! The feudal times were actually horrible and unequal and a terror, and we should stop idolizing them beyond nostalgia for [beloved book series that’s on thin ice but politically inexpedient to trash on without losing the audience]”

Then they start to suggest, ohhh, I dunno, fantasy settings with more.. I dunno.. just spitballin’.. anarcho-syndicalist or socialist themes maybe? Or mythological tribespeople with weird cultures on equality, something about ‘critical lenses’ maybe, and advice on why you should want to involve many cultures in your games and stories, but not allow anyone to play as them unless they’re the appropriate racial background in real life.

Yeah it’s irritating. But it’s also fucking ridiculous and presumptuous. You know whom you sound like when you do this?

How so? Okay,

what other presumptive ass would walk in on a bunch of nerds and tell them they’re FANTASY GOVERNMENT IN THEIR YE OLDE TIMEY MEDIEVAL EUROPEAN FANTASY GAME AND FRANCHISE WRONG? And then have the audacity to demand maybe OHHHH I DUNNO... CONSTITUTIONALIST FEDERAL GOVERNMENT HAVING REPUBLIC, WITH REPRESENTATIVE DEMOCRACY?

Having the gall to tell them they, “shouldn’t idolize dead kings and should get a REAL government system in their imaginationland.” Because, “kings and royalty are for wusses and communists.”

You might be going, “THAT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT FROM WHEN I DO IT!” and. no it isn’t.

D&D and fantasy fiction use mythological past to stimulate the mind and actually learn about history, just to mythologize it. Of course feudalism was actually terrible. Romance of some things, particularly pirates for example, is terrible. But the people marching up this hill to make a fuss and try to pull a silk screen over peoples hearts and minds to manipulate them know publishing academic hitpieces, calling women out on their romanticizing pirates in novels and fiction, would make them terribly unpopular and rend their target audience dumb to their voice.

When fantasy utilizes the romantic image of the monarchy, they are NOT sponsoring monarchism, oh my fucking god. This disgusting fiction exists for nothing else than to justify treating aspects of media and culture the way tribes and nations treat features of geography for area denial from the enemy, to keep them thirsty, to starve them, to give them nowhere to live. I’m so tired of it not being understood that these people are behaving and thinking like this specifically for this tactic and outcome. Gatekeeping and ownership of the entire fandom of production and consumption of stories and fiction and art.

That’s authoritarian and tyrannical, and trying to use postmodernist nonsense the way religious moralists bandy about their religious text as if it were a book of facts for their undesired opinions.

Also popular is talking about how, “you know how European culture is specifically racist and all their fantasy creatures are just expressions of xenophobia, right? Orcs are ‘swarthy’ dangerous barbarian foreigners. black people! Those racist Europeans!”

Boiling down and tainting all European history to just, “white people are conceited monsters who unlike everybody else, hated everybody that was not their chosen people.” The least historical and most unflattering interpretation of culture and mythology you can have, done purely to invalidate and delegitimize a thing.

They invite other groups of people to accept this interpretation for two reasons. Firstly, it gives them cultural power to interpret things as true or false. That is a kind of power. Second, it gives different political entiites a popular (if incorrect) imagery to treat as true when dealing with European or people that are descended from them. And in theory since these people claim to be SoooOooOooOO protective of “persons of color,” this relationship can never go bad, can it?

Wrong. That’s not how people that think like this work. In conventional Marxism, the Marxists start spreading propaganda and working backwards with people to demand upon them even imaginary common ground they can agree on. Such as, “Ryan is an asshole because-”. Then they keep doing that, until the group reach consensus Ryan is an asshole, at least they can agree on THAT, and decides to kill Ryan. They make him dig his own hole, then put a bullet in his head and bury him.

And then the Marxist does the same thing to the next runner up, Michael, progressively assassinating the character of the competition without directly competing with them, getting the other participants to do his dirty work for him.

It start with, “all white people are racist.” When white people are no longer the scapegoats, then the same people that clawed their way up claiming to, “only care about racial and sexual justice!” and that white men embody the worst elements of both, suddenly switch to the next nearest, “oppressive majority.”

And they train youth to do this inter-community. So on the macro scale they’ll at least pay lip service to caring about Native American culture and religion and identity. On the micro scale, if they were being honest, they’d call many Native American tribes racist, most Native American cultures sexist, and tell them they don’t care what their history or traditions or culture say- they’re doing them wrong unless they do whatever the postmodernist socialist thinks is correct.

They didn’t USED to be so bold and broad with their terms for racism. They at least used to maintain a doublethink by the positive liberals that would say, “all racism is wrong,” while carefully using non-discussion and not allowing arguments or probing these thought destroying statements to prevent them asking if they’re saying non-whites are incapable of “being racist.”

The truth was they always believed racism was tied to class struggle theory and that meant white people were oppressors, thus racism was “the phenomenon of oppression living under a white majority with capitalism.” But the more general, palatable interpretation was, “racial discrimination bad. :)” With a million unseen and inaccessible asterisks that you WEREN’T SUPPOSED to even see to further ask them to clarify about.

But then they realized with the internet, people could trace the social lines back to sociology classes and professors and see the organization and institutions preaching this shit, even find the textbooks they’re printed in. So, they started being more upfront about it.

Before, they would’ve just avoided talking about it and let the other person give them the benefit of the doubt. SURELY, they didn’t mean, “all white people are racist/black and Asian people are incapable of racism,” right? When, yes, they did. Hiding in the ambiguities and things you’d never imagine they’d be implying in practice.

However, that’s just one step. Vilifying white people until white people are denied access or legitimacy to society because of their ethnic background isn’t the final step. Once whites are denied franchise just on the basis that being white is oppressive to others, then they’ll start trash talking the next minority as being the in-power majority; probably Asians, seeing as black people are the biggest sacred cows when it comes to racial discrimination, not just in the US, but globally. Then the generational story will be, “our beliefs weren’t complete. Also [other group] are bastards and their culture and heritage are imaginary trash, too.”

And so on. Presenting this as, “white people bad, we should gang up on them and do justice” is merely a means to an end for them. Sugar on medicine that sits in wait. Even if the next step is introduced 20 years from now.

So in short, these people are not the people you want to give the power to interpret fiction and fantasy, or gatekeep what is appropriate or not. They are not forthcoming, most of the time, and confuse THEIR good with true good on purpose. And believe so long as the book they’re drawing their absolutes from isn’t a religious text, but a sociology one, that it’s somehow more valid or empirical.

And they have no more weight to their bullshit than Stan Smith does, demanding our fantasy stories and romantic genres revolve around his idea of a “correct, moral and upstanding government and social values.” for the exact same reasons Stan would want to impose those on his son’s games.

[whotaughtyougrammar]

Ask game: Henry/Darryl to switch it up, but I know nothing about Mass Effect(?) so dead husband guy and his partner would also be interesting to hear too

Oakson: I ship it!

What made you ship it? What was the line? "I silence his dumb ass with a kiss?" Darryl feeling love for the first time in a long time? IDK if they didn't want us shipping Oakson they shouldn't have leaned so hard into it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What are your favorite things about the ship? Is it bad that I'm blanking on my favorite things? I do think a lot of it comes down to Will and Matt having a really good dynamic and really good chemistry with one another. I think if it wasn't for that I could have easily just been "Yeah I don't see it!" I do actually really like the argument they had with each other before everyone decided on going to the Pyramid, I think it's a good sign that even after what was frankly a pretty serious discussion they could both set it aside and still have the same rapport as they did, same as ever. Of course there were other, bigger things to worry about after that, so......

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? LMAO oh boy, now, it's been a long time since I did a relisten to the early episodes and I've only listened to the ending arcs once on account of me hating them so much so I'm going off half-remembered bits, but I don't appreciate is how they absolutely played into it the Oakson dynamic as the podcast went on, only to basically pull back completely and stick with a "just friends" sort of deal, which, IDK it leaves me feeling some type of way.

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(OMG poor Thane, forever known to my non-Mass Effect mutuals as the 'dead husband' guy 💀💀)

Commander Shepard/Thane Krios: I ship it!

What made you ship it? I'm a sucker for a cold, hard badass who is soft with their loved ones and surprisingly gentle and reserved. It's just A Thing and OKAY LOOK, if you had asked me like 5 years ago what my type was, I definitely would not have said "neglectful single dad with a dead wife who also fucking gets killed in a very stupid way whoops" but like the facts don't lie and I am feeling some type of way about it.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I like that Thane finding a second chance at love even after having given up on it, of learning to live again even when (probably especially when) he's dying of a terminal illness. I love that he calls her Siha, a warrior-angel, and like the parallels between Shepard and Irikah both being warriors in their own way and that's what Thane is attracted to? Chef's kiss. I love that when he goes to Shepard on the eve of their suicide mission, he can cry and confess that he once again feels afraid of dying, and I love that when he does, Shepard takes his hand and asks him to "be alive with [her] tonight."

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I will be completely honest when I say that I am not opposed to Thane dying, I just hate the way it happened (he JUMPED on a SWORD), and I especially hate the way everyone just sort of glosses over his death, even Shepard if you romance him and that is because the writers LITERALLY FORGOT he was written as one of your romance options!! I also think the Citadel DLC memorial was terrible, but hey at least we can say that Thane's last words to Shepard were the only thing that canonically makes (a Thanemancer) Shepard cry. So there's that.

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

TUA Unpopular opinions?

Don’t get me wrong, i love the show but there are a few things that i dont like/ dont make sense to me so i wanted to have a little rant about it but im gonna do it under a read more so you all dont have to listen to me ramble so,

Em’s TUA unpopular (?) opinions (about s1 maybe but mostly s2):

I personally felt like they dumbed down Diego and in s2, i dont understand how he went from being in love and absolutely devastated about patchs death and then just completely forget about her and suddenly become in love with lila in what? 70 days? to me it felt like a cop out way of introducing Lila to the hargreeves.

 After 3 years sober klaus didn’t improve his powers at all??? like yeah we saw in the opening scene him using the ghosts to his advantage then that was it, there was no evident improvement to his powers except more control with ben. Surely hed be seeing more ghosts, having control over more ghosts or just anything,, but we didnt get that at all. I personally felt like he had more to do in s1 with his powers and we saw some great progression, we saw as he got sober when he was getting tortured he started seeing more ghosts then used them to his advantage and he literally died and came back to life.

At this point its becoming very inconsistent with him seeing the ghosts that hazel and cha cha have killed but not five??? or lila??? especially since he was sober (at least for a few days) in s1 and in s2 he just didn’t see any ghosts other than ben? 

 The writers keep writing Five out when its convenient to them and its just becoming,,, anoying?? theyve made him too powerful but instead of actually letting him use his powers with his siblings they just send him away to do something else when if he was there it would be completely avoidable. and when hes actually in these fight scenes they dumb him down, hes the most efficient assassin ever, hes the best assassin ever yet whenever hes in one of these fight scenes they make him do some very untatical skills that he just wouldn’t do

Number5theboy did a very good post about this

Allison has such a huge potential as a character and its frustrating how much her character is basically nothing like her comic character. some people may be happy about the fact shes nothing like her character but it just?? doesnt sit right with me. She was a bad bitch in the comics yet the only similarities from comic to tv was her relationship with luther (which in the comic she rumours him to being in love with her, not even them just being in love), her daughter and that she got her throat slit by vanya.

and to be honest she is a bit of a bitch in the comics and i really wanted to see more of that, like i appreciate her story development in the show but i wanted to see her and five and the whole story line of her and him and the involvement in JFK, i wanted to see that development in their relationship, her getting her voice back because of Five and the commission, her having some involvement with his assasination

now i know that they would not be able to make her pretend to be jackie, physically it would not happen but there could of been all sorts they could of done but instead they just wrote it all out and it peeved me off

it would of completely changed some of the sibling dynamics and it would be super interesting for diego have to deal with the fact his own sibling killed JFK

Five not eating carmicheal, there was other ways they couldve gotten lila to find the files and they ripped a great scene from the show to give it to a character that wasnt even in the comics

the fact that Five didn’t shoot vanya in the head and say “I never liked you” because he would be trying to break her powers basically, then vanya loosing all her memories when they travelled, five could do the whole be soft and then him saying “you really dont remember anything, do you?” and then her regaining her memory, i think it would be great personally

also five just being a dick, because he is in the comics, and i know its not the comics but if he’d of had the scene before him and allison go to the commission he opens up to allison about his commission time

im a gazelle and the jungle is my home is an iconic line and was yet again missed out

a topic i am affraid to talk about, lila: (this may be kinda long)

i do not like lila as a character, i dont like how she treats diego and exploits him and acts like everything is fine (she drugged and kidnapped him??!!??) and what the fuck are her powers

her entire character doesnt make sense, they just needed someone powerful to fight vanya and five

when did she even have the time to figure out her powers, Five clearly does not recognise her and neither do the other siblings so theres no chance she was able to practice during the commission because Five obviously wasnt around. And then she can just use them perfectly??? doesnt make sense to me

and i know some people love lila but she just grates me the wrong way

and now the writers have came across another problem of making her too powerful for her own good

and there was no clear build up to her powers, i wish they wouldve just introduced a new power because it would be so much less confusing

where does she fit in the timeline as well because five went on that mission with the handler but then just wasnt around for the next 25ish years when she was raising her??? 

the writers have bitten off more than they can chew with her i think and i will be very impressed if they somehow manage to pull it off

she just felt very random and forced into the show in my opinion

The fact that no one mentions fives actual open wounds that he probably still has, last i checked an actual shrapnel wound doesnt heal in what? 14 days? but they just ignored it i guess

in s1 Five not getting reggies monocle, just having diego throw it into the ocean im?? like why?? for what??? 

luther being in love with allison feels very slightly one sided when in the comic she!! rumoured!!! him!!!!

she basically didnt use her powers for anything useful and when she was about to lila used her power of imitation??? to rumour allison instead

kinda what i talked about earlier but five being the main plot driver until its inconvenient to the writers and then they make him dumb it frustrates me to no end

i just dont understand why they couldnt have lila with a brand new power, not just mimicking because it doesnt make sense and then she has the ability to use it perfectly when she wouldnt actually have any experience in using it??? if the writers are literally going to add christopher the cube they could of given her a better power

all the siblings basically just dismiss five, all the time, the only sibling through the show who have actually done something for five is Klaus in s1 when he literally smashed a snowglobe into his head for five and didnt even know why they were there. Even when luther goes with five he straight away sides with older five and like?? i understand it was a funny thing to add in but even then like its just odd

young five and old five not really having the same energy, its really minor but the five in s1 does not match the energy of old five in s2 when hes just about to go to 2019 

these are all just my opinion and just something i wanted to get off my chest, if you dont agree with these its completely valid.

[iheartharrington]

king steve. (steve harrington - smut, one shot)

BACKSTORY:

steve harrington is adored by all of hawkins high. you thought he basically forgot you even existed until he saw you at a party the entire senior class was invited to. it’s not that you were unpopular, you just hung out with your own crowd. you and steve used to be friends in middle school, but everything changed in high school when he was dubbed “king steve”. from then on, you always thought steve was somewhat of a douchebag and a social climber. you thought he had no depth and didn’t care about anything beyond his looks and his popularity until tonight.

WARNINGS/INCLUDES:

dom steve, unprotected sex, oral receiving for both, sort of rough, pet names, begging, consent, fem reader

let me know if i missed any:)

(also, i did not proofread this so pls ignore typos/errors)

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It was a brisk Spring night, just two days after graduation. Tommy had invited everyone in the senior class to celebrate since his parents would be out of town. Me and my small, tight-knit group of friends pulled up in the same Volkswagen. The music raged through my ears as I opened the car door. Laughter and whooping swirls through the night air and your skin buzzes with excitement.

I had just gotten into my dream school, graduated, and was about to have one last hurrah with my friends before I started my summer job to save up some money for school.

I swiped my hands down my outfit to smooth out the wrinkles in my top and bell bottom jeans.

Everyone danced and danced until our feet hurt. A couple of hours in and I can’t lie, I was not sober. Feeling tipsy, I boosted myself up onto the counter and screamed “HAWKINS SENIOR CLASS” at the top of my lungs. Everyone raised their drinks and shouted in agreement as I became overcome with giggles. I sat down on the edge of the counter and wiped the sweat from dancing off my hairline. Leaning over, I poured myself another drink and brought the strawberry liquor to my lips.

“Y/n?” Someone from behind my cup said my name.

I lowered my cup to see none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington. I gasped.

“Well if it isn’t Mister Popularity.” I slurred.

Steve felt drawn to you when he saw you up on the counter. He watched as your hooded y/e/c eyes slowly blinked at him from over your solo cup. His pupils dilating as they were drawn to the strawberry liquor that made your lips glisten. He thought about your mouth in other places, causing his face to flush slightly.

“Steve will do just fine.” He said. I leaned closer and slipped off the edge. Steve quickly moved to catch me until my feet met the ground again. I was pinned between him and the counter. The intoxicating smell of his cologne and the liquor on his breath made me feel dizzy.

“Thanks.” I looked up at him. I admired his big brown doe eyes that were staring at me, and then down to my lips, and back up to catch my gaze again.

I cleared my throat, “Well, King Steve, I think you have the wrong girl.” I tried to slide out of his gaze before I got too caught up.

He put his hand on my waist, “I don’t think I do.” His whisper was hot against the crook of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He smirked at the effect.

The cocky look suddenly filled me with anger.

“Oh yeah? And how long has it been Steve?”

“Since what?” Poor thing was genuinely confused.

I stood up straight, causing him to remove his body from mine. “Since you’ve spoken to me. Or, hell, even looked in my direction.” I scoffed.

“I’ve looked in your direction plenty of times, you just never caught me.” His eyes softened and suddenly I was remembering the little boy I was friends with when we were kids. Remembering where we were, I looked around. Many people were staring and mumbling.

I grabbed Steve’s wrist and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“Where do you think? Everyone is staring.”

He pulled me back against a wall. “So let them stare.”

“Oh I get it. We’re graduated now so it doesn’t matter who you’re seen with.”

“No. That’s not it at all. I’ve been wanting to do this every day for three years.”

My heart jumped in my chest. “So why didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to. Freshman year of high school, I pulled away pretty hard.. I thought- I thought you hated me after that.”

“Well…” I traced my fingers down the buttons on his shirt. His eyes followed my fingertips as he sharply inhaled. “I did…but..”

“But?”

“I always wanted to be close to you again, but you know how it is, King Steve.” I said somewhat mockingly. He looked away, almost embarrassed. “I wasn’t about to make a fool out of myself for nothing. I didn’t know how you felt.”

“I- I don’t…”

My heart sunk, “Yeah, I know. You don’t know what to say. It’s okay, Stevie.” I focused on playing with a button on his shirt so I didn’t have to face the embarrassment I felt bubble up.

He tilted my chin up to look at him. “You know you’re the only one who calls me that.” He paused and leaned down to my ear. “I missed it. I miss…you.”

My breath hitched as he glided one hand up my side and the other into my hair on the nape of my neck. His breath was warm right beneath my ear. I squeezed his arms, pushing my hips out to meet his.

He let out a low chuckle, “So, I assume you feel the same.”

I leaned up and connected my lips with his before pulling away way too soon. “Does that make things clear?”

His eyes lit up. “Crystal.” He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs in Tommy’s huge house. He knocked on a door before picking a room and closed it quickly behind him.

My heart raced as I caught his eyes raking down my body.

He rolled his sleeves up a bit, “Sit.”

I did as I was told and took a seat at the end of the bed.

I watched as he walked toward me with very precise and purposeful movements. That’s one thing I’ve always admired about Steve. He moves with such confidence. Everything he does seems intentional. Even though he has his goofy side, he’s just so damn fine.

He looks me in the eyes and sinks to his knees in front of me. He makes no attempt to reach for me. His hands lay face up on his thighs.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Forgive me.” He says, eyes pleading.

“Steve, I-..”

He moved his hands up to my thighs, eyes on mine the whole time. He grabs the button on my jeans, waiting. I nod with approval. He wastes no time in unbuttoning them and pulling them down my legs as I stand. When I sit back down, his hands immediately pull my legs apart. I put my hands down at my sides to stabilize myself as I lean back on them. He stretches his hand up my stomach under my shirt. I quickly pull it off and he traces his hand back down til he reaches the top of my underwear.

“Don’t stop.” I say breathlessly.

“Forgive me.” He says again.

“Steve, there’s nothing to forgive. I understand.” I’m starting to get impatient.

“Just say it, y/n. Please, for me.”

I look down at him, his chest heaves. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am, but my forgiveness is more important to him.

“Of course I forgive you, Harrington.”

A smile graces his features and I gasp as I’m pulled down by my hips followed by the feeling of a cool breeze over where I need him most. His muscles strain against his skin as they wrap around my legs. I’m already squirming. He looks up at me as he brushes the tip of his nose over my clit and I buck my hips in response.

“Someone’s needy. Stay still, sweet girl.” He bites the inside of my thigh, soothing it quickly with his tongue. He does the same thing over again in different spots, and I know there’s going to be bruises there later. As much as I’m enjoying the feeling of his lips anywhere on me, I need him now.

“Steve I-..”

“Say it. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You, please. I need you. Now.” With those words, he’s buried between my thighs flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up my center. My hands go to his hair, intertwining my fingers in the soft strands. I can’t help but to pull causing Steve to moan into me. My thighs clench tighter around his head. My hips meet his movements as he digs his fingernails into my skin. I lower my hands and he holds them with his own and pushes down on my stomach. He continues lapping up my wetness. His tongue working strategically before his mouth decides to focus on my clit. He sucks it with just enough pressure, over and over again until I’m dripping down his chin. He uses one hand to slide one and then two fingers inside of me while the other still holds mine firmly in his grasp.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Steve squeezes my hands in response and keeps his pace until I’m writhing against his face. He attempts to hold me still while continuing his movements until I’m overcome with sensitivity. He swipes his fingers against me causing me to jerk from the sensitivity. “Taste.” He said, sliding up my body and bringing his fingers to my mouth. “You have become my favorite flavor.” I sucked his fingers dry and felt his dick twitch in his pants. He leaned down and kissed me tough but passionately. His soft lips opening momentarily to let his tongue into my mouth and wrestle with my own. He kisses his way down my jawline and under my ear, finding the sweet spot. Moving my hand down between us, I start to palm him through his jeans. He groans into my neck.

“Y/n.” He moans, “More.”

He leans up as a I pull off his shirt and scan over his torso. I feel the saliva pool inside my cheeks. He pulls off his jeans, kneeling in front of me once more.

Steve hooks a finger through my bra strap. “I want this off.” I unclipped the bra from the middle and pulled it off. Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Perfect.” He leaned toward my body, but I caught him.

“MnMn, my turn.”

I rake my nails lightly down his stomach, playing with the waistband of his underwear. His head rolls back and he runs his fingers through his hair. I pull down his underwear and his hard dick is dripping with pre-cum. My mouth salivates once more. “Holy shit.”

Steve tries to smirk at me, but I take my thumb and glide it around the tip. Suddenly he is back to looking pathetic. Steve groans in response, his knees shaking.

“Lay down, baby.” I coo. We switch positions, Steve kissing me as we do so.

He does as he’s told, and collects my hair into a makeshift pony tail as I lightly scrape my nails on his shaft before cupping his balls and lightly playing with them. I look up at him one last time before lowering my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around the tip. I can tell Steve is doing everything he can not to buck his hips, but I wrap my hand around his in my hair and push it down.

His eyes fly open as he blinks rapidly. “Dirty girl.” I moan in response and he gives me the famous Steve Harrington smirk.

I move my head quicker, scratching my nails on his thighs.

“God, you’re good at that. If you don’t s-stop I’m gonna..”

Before he can finish his sentence, I pull away and kneel on either side of his body. His hands immediately go to my hips. I wrap my hand around his dick once more and tease it along my wet slit.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes are trained on where we are about to connect. He’s practically shaking with anticipation beneath me.

“Do it. Please. Y/n, please. I need to be inside of you. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He confesses.

“Me too.” I smile and lower myself onto him.

We both gasp. He waits for me to adjust and signal for him to move. I begin rocking my hips as he matches my slow pace. He leans up and capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while he guides my hips with his hands.

My head falls back, his hands move to my back, and he leans into my body.

I can tell he’s close as I feel his open mouthed gasps hot against my damp skin.

He quickly switches positions and now he’s mercilessly thrusting inside me.

“Stevie.” I moan into his ear, kissing his neck.

He groans. “Mm, fuck I love when you call me that.” Leaning up, he holds my waist and watches my breasts bounce with each of his thrusts.

I pulled him back on top of me, feeling like I can’t get close enough to him. My nails dig into his back and up through his hair.

“Look at me.” I say. He opens his eyes, his brow damp with sweat.

I cradled his head between my hands, “Don’t ever pull away from me again, Steve Harrington.”

He half smiles, “I wouldn’t survive it.”

I flip us over. “Promise me.” I ride him faster.

His whole body reacts, “I p-promise.”

Our bodies are in perfect sync. Our mouths all over every where on each other’s bodies.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, y/n”

“Steve I’m going to..” My whole body felt like it was on fire. The pit in my stomach continues building tension as I head toward my release. I feel like I can’t breathe as Steve completely takes over lifting my hips and slamming them back down. Noises of our slapping skin fill the air and I moan from everything all at once overwhelming my senses.

“I know baby, let it go. Cum for me.”

My head falls into his shoulder, my body shaking from my orgasm.

Steve runs his hand down my hair. “Shh. That’s my good girl.” He coaxes.

With the last bit of energy left in me, I sit up. Steve continues to fuck me and I whine from the sensitivity. I give him a quick nod to let him know he can keep going. “Be rough with me.”

He grabs my hair and fucks me hard and fast until his thrusts become sloppy. I help him keep going, kissing him. His jaw falls slack and he can’t kiss me back anymore. I tighten around him one last time and he releases into me with a guttural groan.

“Thank you. Thank you.” He whispers into my skin, peppering kisses on my collarbone.

We fall down to the bed and he lays splayed on my stomach looking up at me as I run my fingers through his hair. He hums with satisfaction. My heart rate finally begins to slow. His skin is flushed pink and a goofy, sleepy grin lays on his face. He kisses my stomach through the sheet and looks back up to me.

“You’re beautiful, y/n. Next time be gentle with the hair. I am Steve “The Hair” Harrington after all.” He sleepily laughs and fakes a wince when I tug his hair a little. I laugh in response and he turns his head to lay flat.

I smile, my eyes falling closed.

“Never pulling away again.” He mumbled into my stomach.

[namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou]

I don't know much about StEx but... your OTP!

Bless you Litsy ♥♥♥

I present my OTP: Electronents! Also basically all I think about tbh. They're just so goddamn gender (and I also discovered that I might be polyamorous. Whoops)

1. What made me ship it? Look at all those sparkly divas.

Tbh I don't really know how it happened, but I gravitated to them almost immediately, because their relationships among each other had the least drama ajskdjaksd And they're glittery and dramatic and beautiful. And you know me, I always love myself a big group of found family, and they were already basically established as that, and since they surely don't hold back with being flirty and downright (redacted) with each other, them being a polycule was the logical next step. XD

2. What are my favourite things about the ship? Their colours match! ASJDKSJD No but seriously, the thing I love them most is that they have lots and lots of interactions during the show, because they're a package deal, in the truest sense of the word. I'm not sure if this question here allows me to dive into headcanon territory, but I will do it anyway because I can. My favourite thing about them is that there are so many different personalities and character traits in this weird little group, but they are all allowed to be sexy and sensual, even or especially the men, as well as strong and mean. I think one Electra performer said once that he loves his role because he can portray femininity just as much as masculinity (especially since Electra is canonically bisexual and genderfluid) and I think that applies to his Components as well. For example, Joule and Volta can do sexy dance moves, but they can also fuckign stab a bitch with their elbows during the races and I think that's beautiful. ♥ Another thing I like about them is that they're literally new, fresh from the factory (no matter if you think them to be toys or actual trains - I tend to go for the toy variant) so they're pretty clueless XD They will whizz past you and bedazzle you with their shiny paint and breathtaking hairstyles, and in the next moment you'll find them squatting on the ground in a circle going 👁👁 at a bug because !!!! what's that!! The world is big and exciting!! Also I think they stack on top of each other a lot, either to sleep or just to hang out. And because they're all very flexible; if one of them has to put a leg behind their head so everyone can fit on this sofa meant for three people instead of six, then by God they will fucking put a leg behind their head.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion I have about the ship? Yeah, I guess..? They're pretty much a hive mind, in my opinion sdfjjkasjdk they can hear what each of the others think at all times and they do have some issues because of it. I may or may not be writing a fic about that in my downtime ;)