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Itâs officially 2023, meaning that Silverborn comes out this year!
I feel like the title is likely going to refer to something specific that we donât know about yet, but here are some ways that silver has come up in the series and what it all might mean:
Nobility/The Rich + The Silver District
The description for Silverborn says that we'll "travel to places in Nevermoor that we've ever seen," and a lot of folks think that we'll be visiting the Silver District, which is where the rich reside. Some theories relating to this include:
â We could see Noelle again, which might be the character that we haven't seen in a while as teased by one of Jess's Instagram stories.
â Morrigan could come from nobility or a rich family. While she does come from some sort of wealth and privilege in Jackalfax due to Corvus's status as a politician, it doesn't really matter. Going with the Nevermoorian theory, perhaps Mog's mom comes from the Silver District. Additionally, Morrigan being from nobility could be another parallel with Lam.
â The [redacted] snippet could be a scene set somewhere in the Silver District. The redacted word was confirmed by Jess to be a surname, one that we haven't seen before. Perhaps it could be Mog's relatives on her Mom's side?
â Since the Silver District is where rich people live, it's likely a place where lots of Wundersmith monuments and etc. were commissioned. Morrigan might discover them and learn about some past Wundersmiths, and perhaps even run into a few Ghostly Hours on the way.
Another way that the "nobility" angle could come in, especially with it being something to be born into, could be Morrigan's status as a Wundersmith. Wundersmiths used to be put on a pedestal and even almost deified by the end of their time. Morrigan is born into this legacy and is starting to explore what it means.
The phrase about being "born with a silver spoon in your mouth" is one that's been thrown around since the title was announced, and refers to being born into a wealthy family. Perhaps it refers to Mog coming from a wealthy family, or perhaps it refers to her being born into the illustrious legacy of being a Wundersmith.
Additionally, while it's not something that people are born into (unless you count knacks, maybe?), the fact that Wunsoc folks have more privilege than other folks is definitely something we could see being explored more in this book and beyond.
Side note: Later in this post I discuss silver as it relates to inferiority. Perhaps if Morrigan goes to the Silver District and meets rich folk and/or Noelle, there'll be some sort of dynamic wherein Morrigan is just unintentionally superior to them in some way despite their wealth due to both her Wunsoc and Wundersmith status, and they are inferior because they lack these things.
Silver as it pertains to Witnesses
There are two moments where Witnesses have described a silver instance.
The first moment is this part in Wundersmith:
Jack looked at them a minute, frowning in concentration. âThat loud one dressed as a clownfish would much rather be at home. Or somewhere else, anyway. Thereâs a ⊠itâs like a thread, or something. Silver thread. Keeps trying to pull her right out the front door.â
The second moment is this part in Hollowpox:
Jupiter held the rabbit closer, examining every inch of fur, a frown deepening the crease between his eyebrows. âHer handprints are all over him. Cloudy silver smudges. Big hands, little hands. Hands a bit like yours. Twenty-odd years of them, layer upon layer.â
âMog,â he said quietly. âI think, perhaps, this rabbit belonged to your mother.â
Silver relates to both a desire to be home or be elsewhere (the thread) along with the past and identity and ownership (the fingerprints). Here are some ideas for how this could apply to Silverborn and beyond:
â Morrigan is searching to learn more about herself, where she comes from, and where she belongs. She seeks to "return to her roots".
â She wants to properly "be at home," something she's been struggling with her whole life and is still trying to juggle with, even if it's not something she quite understands.
â We could learn more about Mog's Mom in this book, along with Mog's maternal family in general. See: the earlier thoughts about the [redacted] snippet.
â Squall is also someone longing to go home, because he wants to return to his beloved Nevermoor and the apprenticeship with Mog is a step towards that direction. I bet if a Witness looked at him, there'd be a silver thread pulling at him (towards Nevermoor?).
â When it comes to ownership, Morrigan is learning how to be a Wundersmith and take control of her powers and the history that come with them. As a teenager now, she's starting to figure out who she is and become her own person.
Silver as a key to Wunder
Morrigan's silver umbrella tip, given to her by Jupiter, is used to unlock the Hall of Shadows, which definitely seems wundrous, especially after we learn that Shadowmaking is a sub-art of Veil.
In Hollowpox, Jupiter gives her and Jack a silver key to unlock the frozen lake room so that they can ice skate. The room is as wacky and wundrous as the rest of the hotel. Morrigan makes a specific connection between the two things:
This wasnât, after all, the first time that Jupiter had given her a slightly odd gift. It wasnât the first time he had given her a key.
A memory came to her of a strange locked door on a quiet floor of the Hotel Deucalion. The tip of her oilskin umbrellaâa birthday present from Jupiterâturning in the lock with a satisfying click. An enchanted lantern-lit room full of shadow-monsters within.
I just think it's interesting that twice now we've had something silver be a key to unlocking something Wundrous. I think we will probably see this continue.
Another line in the Silverborn description says "we'll meet people from Morrigan's past who will be very important in untangling the mystery of who she is." Perhaps whoever this is will be the key to unlocking Morrigan's past, whether it's related to Wundersmiths or her mother or both. "Key to unlock" and "important in untangling" feel like the same sentiment, just with different wording.
Silver as it relates to the Wintersea Republic
When Morrigan meets Maud, she sees this:
There was a double door made of dark wood, with an unusual set of silver handles that interlocked to form a large, ornate W.
Was she back at Wunsoc?
We quickly learn that the W stands for Wintersea and not Wundrous, but it's still interesting because it marks a clear distinction with the cool silver compared to the warm golden Wunsoc W.
The gold color related to Wunsoc comes from the golden color of Wunder, so perhaps the silver relates to the absence of Wunder in the Republic.
Some folks in the Discord brought up how silver has a connotation with second place and inferiority. Given how Squall helped create the Republic, this could make sense. It'll always be second place and less than his beloved Nevermoor, as it's just a temporary way for him to hold power until he returns. However, he's also the second most powerful person, as Maud is more powerful than him and even scares him.
I think that Maud and the Wintersea Republic are going to become more powerful and more important as we go into this second act of the story, and silver being associated with them is definitely something to keep in mind.
Silver + Secrets
Added 2/23/23
I'm currently rereading Nevermoor and have found some fun possible associations with keeping secrets and things being hidden that I wanted to share:
â Morrigan's umbrella unlocks the Hall of Shadows, which is in the renovated wing that she isn't supposed to be in
â Squall uses a silver scarf to hide his face on Hallowmas
â Expanding on the aforementioned silver Witnessing associations, being a Witness is essentially being able to see the secrets of people and things
Silver + Celestials
Added 7/22/23
Wrapped up my Wundersmith reread and found something fun.
â Jupiter receives a "note sealed with silver wax" from "the Celes-"
â This could mean that we might learn some more about Celestial Beings in Silverborn, or perhaps the term is related to them somehow
ââ Could relate to a Celestial Being being born, someone born of a Celestial Being, or perhaps someone born under / during an important celestial event (cough cough Eventide)
ââ Could also tie back to all the theories of Noelle's knack being related to, and even possibly stolen from, Celestials. Especially interesting since a lot of folks are hoping to see her again in the book.
â A side note: some of the emotions Mog describes in relation to Israfel's voice are reminiscent of some of the themes of family, longing, nostalgia, etc.
â Also: the Eventide phase on the Skyfaced Clock is referred to as âinky, star-strewn blacknessâ. If silver is related to Celestials and perhaps starsâŠ.. what if âSilverbornâ is just another term for being born on Eventide?
#nevermoor#nevermoor theory#silverborn#silverborn theory#feel free to add on any thoughts and theories of your own!#also if i'm referencing smthn that you're confused abt feel free to ask#idk if some of this stuff has been discussed much outside of the discord ie. referring to the one snippet as the â[redacted] snippetâ#also it's like 2AM as I'm finishing this and I've definitely forgotten some things so perhaps I'll edit it if I have anything else to add
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an: hiii i kept getting stuck with this one but am pretty happy with how it turned out!! as much as i love pathetic steve i also looooove cocky steve. hope you enjoy!! feel free to send requests/suggestions or just chat with me :) -m
summary: youâre tutoring steve (thereâs not a lot of learning going on) and heâs a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerÂ
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, angst (steve is a little bit of a an asshole), kissing, a tiny bit of phone teasing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, p in v, smidge of daddy kink (used like once or twice and itâs steve referring to himself)Â 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
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College has been a fresh start for you, moving away from your small, stuffy town and basking in the change of scenery and people that a new city brought you.Â
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedâbut unlike New York, this city did sleep. Once the hustle and bustle of cars and trains stopped, the city shutdown for the night and the streets were quiet and still. Well in some places.Â
It was your third year at Boston University and youâd developed a fondness for the city around you. It was a city of passion and that extended to food, history, and especially sports. A passionate place with the people to match it.Â
With this new school and new city, youâd also found some new friends. Robin and Eddie, the three of you had found each other during the first week of freshman year and it had kind of just been that way ever since. Youâd like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Â
You didnât know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundâand even when he wasnât.Â
Despite the reputation he seemed to have, you wondered if there was really any truth to it. Sure, he seemed charismatic and a little full of himself. Yes, he wore a smug smirk that you thought could bewitch just about anyone. But, when you sat on the sidelines and observed him, you noticed the way he tried to make everyone laugh. Youâd seen firsthand how he took the time to talk to everyone around him and make sure they felt included in whatever the group was up to. You saw how he treated Robin, and cared for her. And plus, he couldnât be that bad if she thought so highly of him, if she loved him so much.
So maybe you did know him, at least a little bit.Â
But in reality you were a fairly optimistic person, so you kept your theories about Steve to yourself. You tended to look for the good in people, even when there wasnât much to look at. A glass half full kind of gal. Which is why when you hear about the ladies man, the stereotypical asshole that is Steve Harrington, you keep your mouth shut and donât add to the conversation at all.Â
Even with Steve being Robinâs best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youâd see him in passing or heâd be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenât sure why this was how it was, especially with how much she yapped about him. But really you think that Steve has his group of people and Robin has hers. The time they spent together was their own and you didnât have any issues with that.Â
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Â
âSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenât going to be a good fit. I know youâve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.âÂ
Although you donât want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youâre not sure if itâs excitement or dreadâmaybe a mix of both.Â
âI, uh, I can do that. Heâs serious about this right? I donât want to waste my time if heâs not really wanting to learn something.â Okay, so maybe youâd let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnât help it!Â
âHe is. From what Iâve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donât think heâd ask for help just to make a joke out of it.â
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnât serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Â
âAlright, Iâm in. You can give him my number and Iâll see about setting something up.âÂ
âââ-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnât out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnât recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youâd had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Â
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnât tell me your name but thank you!Â
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Â
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Â
Phone still clutched tightly in your hand, you cursed yourself for feeling nervous. He was being perfectly polite, cute even, and here you were with sweaty palms at the thought of texting him back. But you had to. You agreed to this and you wouldnât go back on your word over some jitters.Â
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnât make you cringe.Â
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youâre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iâm y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iâm free most days after 6.Â
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Â
Y/n: Funny. I donât think anyone could replace your spot in Robinâs life, but yes thatâs me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Â
Steve: Well lucky me, Iâll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iâve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Â
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnât think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Â
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iâll see you then!Â
Y/n: Oh and Iâve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Â
Steve: Letâs hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Â
âââ
Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Â
The day had passed quickly and before you knew it you were here about twenty minutes early with math textbooks and notes surrounding you. Now you wouldnât fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnât be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Â
Well technically he still hadnât shown up.Â
Ten or fifteen minutes, even half an hour you could brush off. Things happen, you get that. But you had no text, no call, no anything and you felt a steady stream of irritation flowing through you. Your texts had gone unanswered and while the rational part of you was concerned that something had happened, more than anything you were frustrated.Â
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnât. If he wasnât here by 8:45 you were leaving. That was more than fair and you cursed yourself for even giving him that much leeway. But really you hoped he didnât show at all because now you were tired and pissed and certainly not in the mood to hear his excuses let alone tutor him. The thought of even speaking about math right now made you want to cry!Â
It was a surprise your pencil didn't snap from how tight you were gripping it in your hand, your jaw clenched and the beginning of a headache pulsing behind your eyes. Youâd try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Â
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youâre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itâs now 8:50 and you push your chair back with a huff, standing up to stuff everything back into your bag, shoulders aching before you even add on the extra weight.Â
Itâs when youâre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donât even have to look up to know who it is. Any exhaustion you had is wiped away and replaced with red hot anger, the tips of your ears burning as you try to remind yourself to breathe.Â
âFuck, Iâm here! Shit, Iâm sorry but Iâm here.â
You ignore him, itâs all you can do right now and honestly you think itâs best for both of you that you donât speak. Youâd been up since 5 am and that wasnât his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnât have to be.Â
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youâre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youâre being a little dramatic but you donât care. You hear him behind you, cursing under his breath and trying to quietly call your name but you keep going. Past the doors and down the sidewalk and straight ahead with a frown on your face.Â
A hand on your arm stops you and you realize you manage to keep a few feet ahead of him for about four blocks. You donât turn to him, donât give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Â
âIâm sorry I was a little lateââ
That gets your attention and itâs enough to break the little silent treatment youâve had going. Itâs enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Â
âA little? Try two hours, Steve.âÂ
His nose scrunches and he looks away. You can see the embarrassment in his pinched brows and pouty lips but it does little to dull the frustration thatâs been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Â
But heâs standing in front of you for the first time and while heâs spewing sorryâs youâre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heâs wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Time got away from me and I didnât realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iâd given us plenty of time but I guess IâŠI fucked up.âÂ
You donât hear much after âleaving her houseâ, a new wave of anger washing over you and you have to fist your hands at your side to keep from knocking in his pretty white teeth.Â
âWas everyone okay?â Your voice is calm and quiet, a little sprig of hope inside that maybe someone needed his help, something had happened and it was an emergency. You hated yourself a little bit for hoping for something like when in reality you knew the truth. Heâd been too busy with a girl to remember you.Â
And yes you realize it wasnât so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnât make it sting any less. You were a girl, a girl who blushed around cute guys and who wanted to hold hands and kiss and go on dates. And so what if it hurt your feelings a little bit that Steve had forgotten you? You could get over that. But what you wouldnât get over, at least tonight, was that heâd taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Â
âOh, yeah, everyoneâs okay. It was more like aâŠa date, I guess.âÂ
âRight. And your phone stopped working?âÂ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, âI didnât hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnât respond.â Well at least heâs honest.Â
âOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.âÂ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heâs not used to being told no, even indirectly. âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means that itâs not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnât be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnât make it, it doesnât really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.âÂ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itâs okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Â
âSo thatâs it? One strike and Iâm out?â Thereâs almost a scoff when he says it, like he canât believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Â
âWell you havenât exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatâs fine. I really donât care. But I wonât clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnât take this seriously.â You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. âAnd for the record, I donât owe you more than one shot. Whatâs the point of this if youâll just strike out?âÂ
âI donât strike out.âÂ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, âReally? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Â
âIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youâre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole! Donât try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iâm too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donât have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donât even know!â You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. âMaybe next time set an alarm or donât schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonât make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donât do any of that, show up and donât be an asshole when theyâre upset about it. Maybe learn that youâre not entitled to peopleâs time and effort just because you think you deserve it.âÂ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnât lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Â
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heâs turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youâd gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Â
Maybe youâd been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnât fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Â
ââââ-
Steve felt like shit.Â
Heâd lost the nerve to say anything when you tore into him like you did, and he deserved it. It was an asshole move to be 2 fucking hours late and then get upset at you being upset with him. And all for what? A girl he barely knew, who didnât even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnât really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Â
Youâd told him off, which didnât happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heâd been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Â
And he felt bad because you were Robinâs friend, one of her best friends! Heâd been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heâd blown it. He knew you were a sweetheart, quiet most of the time and always willing to do anything for others. It had been a low blow trying to make you feel bad, he knew that. But he really needed your help here and was willing to do anything to get it. Even if it meant guilting you into it, I guess.Â
He was well aware of his reputation around campus, grade A asshole with girls hanging off his arms every weekend. Hell, he played into it most of the time. It was easier to just play into what people expected sometimes, even if that meant being a dick.Â
And okay, maybe he was guilty of being kind of cocky sometimes. He could be a little smug but he never meant to come off like too much of a prick. He liked to think it was charming sometimes.Â
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnât, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youâre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heâs never said more than a hello to you and he doesnât think heâs ever even been this close to Eddie.Â
He watches the two of you, the way you lean into Eddie as he walks closer and the way Eddie narrows his eyes like a guard dog whoâll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itâs because youâre so pretty or maybe itâs because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heâs kind of enamored with.Â
âCan I talk to you?â Heâs wearing sunglasses so you canât see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Â
âYou didnât have much to say last night, nothing good at least.â You had one hell of a backbone, heâd give you that. From what heâd heard from Robin you tended to try your best to appease the people around you so a little spark shot up his spine at the thought of you not backing down to him.Â
He didnât miss the way Eddie smirked, looking between your stern eyes and the pleading puppy dog look Steve was wearing. He nudged your shoulder to grab your attention, âOh hear him out, yeah? It wonât hurt anything.â Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Â
â5 minutes, Harrington.âÂ
Eddie got up, gesturing for Steve to take his place as he grabbed his stuff and sent a reassuring wink your way. Steve thinks with all the friends he has, he doesnât have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Â
âFirst I wanna apologize for being late, and for not calling or texting to let you know. I do care about school and I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me. Iâm sorry I took that for granted.â He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. âAnd Iâm really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sânot your job. I guess Iâm justâŠused to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itâs true. I realize you donât owe me anything and I havenât done anything to earn a second chance, so Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not going to apologize for anything.â Well, he has to admit that is not what he expected to come out of your mouth. Your shoulders had softened the slightest bit but your eyes were still weary of him.Â
âI donât expect you to, you did nothing wrong. I deserved you telling me off. Hell, I probably needed it. I just wanted you to know I was sorry, you deserved to hear it.âÂ
When you donât say anything for a few minutes he takes that as his sign to leave, pushing himself off the ground beside you and dusting off his pants before you stop him with a sigh of his name.Â
âThank youâfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatâs all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andâŠand if you want a second shot, youâve earned one.âÂ
âReally?â He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youâd held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnât realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Â
âTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donât make me regret this.âÂ
He couldnât help the cocky smirk he flashed, hands going to his hips, staring down and not missing the way your throat bobbed at how close he was.Â
âI told you I don't strike out, didnât I?â
âââââ
You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveâs apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnât expected much to come out of your little rant, let alone him seeming so genuinely sorry about what had happened. And he seemed to understand what you said, he let it soak in and took accountability for it.Â
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnât help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youâd seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenât totally wrong about him.Â
But one thing you did realize was that Steve Harrington was a pest. He got under your skin in the best way possible and lit you on fire in a way that nobody ever had. Itâs like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Â
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youâd realized within one session with him that he just needed some one on one time with the material. He grasps the concepts much easier when he has someone to walk him through a few problems at his own pace.Â
And heâd been on time to every single one, even early to a couple. Today he even showed up before you, the little eager student that he was.Â
You noticed the more time you spent together over the last two weeks and the more comfortable Steve became, the more he liked to tease you and watch you flush red under his stare.Â
Like now youâre sitting beside himâyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerâand heâs complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Â
âWeâre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youâre free to go.âÂ
âI think I should get a reward for all this.â He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canât help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heâs wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Â
âYou do. Youâll pass the class.â
Heâs not amused by this, rolling his eyes and pinching the bare skin of your thigh where your shorts have moved from you shifting in your chair. You watch the spot turn pink and his touch, even something so quick and simple, has you buzzing.Â
âLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.â No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howâd you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Â
Itâs even worse when you watch the way he watches you, leaned back in his chair with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face. Heâll flash his teeth at you in a smile and send a quick wink that has you having to stop yourself from sinking between his open legs. He knows what he does to you and he loves it, soaks it up and never gets tired of it.Â
Youâve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itâs only been a few minutes when you feel something brush across your hair, you ignore it. A few seconds later something soft hits your cheek, and you ignore it. But when it hits your forehead you turn to him with a scowl, a little ball of paper between his fingers.Â
âYou are a child.â You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canât look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Â
âHit me again, baby.âÂ
That was another thing that had started, the pet names. He used your name sometimes, but called you baby, sweetheart, or doll when he wanted to make you stutter your words and stumble through your sentences.Â
Heâs smirking at you, eyes light and filled with amusement at the way your neck is turning a bright pink, reaching and reaching until your ears are burning. âCâmon, please?âÂ
âNo reward for you if you donât finish those problems.â Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Â
âFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.âÂ
Ignoring him, you turn back to your notes, far too distracted to actually pay attention to them anymore but you still stare at the paper in front of you. Youâre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyâre all right.Â
âSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iâm proud of you, Steve.â For once heâs the one blushing, brushing it off like itâs nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Â
Leaning forward his eyes widen, darting over your face to check if this is really happening. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not used to playing his games with him and it takes all the courage you have to let your lips brush over the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before they find the shell of his ear. Heâs still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenât so hell bent on teasing him back, youâd kiss him right now.Â
Your lips graze him and itâs your turn to smirk when his grip on the table in front of you tightens. His knuckles are white and his jaw is set with you so close to him.Â
âIce cream. Thatâs your reward.âÂ
Pulling back quickly so you can see his reaction, you beam at the way his lips are parted and his chest is heaving a little harder than it should be. He just watches you with wide eyes before something settles over him. Something that makes your stomach flutter and tells you youâve started something that you wonât win.Â
When he speaks you canât help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heâs touching every inch of your skin and itâs addicting.Â
âPerfect. Mâdying for something sweet.âÂ
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He canât stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itâs running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Â
God he wishes you would have just bit down on him, sunk your teeth into his skin and let him feel your tongue soothe the burn.Â
Youâre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereâs a nice breeze that cools his skin. You would have already been there but he had to spend fifteen minutes distracting you from leaving just so he could stand up without getting arrested for indecent exposure.Â
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heâll be smiling when he gets you back. He loves watching you preen under his touch, loves the way your chest rises and falls a little faster when he leans in towards you and loves even more the way your eyes go all big and round and your cheeks turn bright red when he says something cheeky.Â
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itâs obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youâre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heâd known you were a sweetheart but getting to see it firsthand gave him a goddamn toothache. Watching the way you smile at him so proudly when something finally clicks, how you listen to someone with such intent, no matter what theyâre talking about. Youâre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Â
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heâll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heâs got a taste he needs more, craves it.Â
He doesnât even notice youâve arrived until youâre tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and giving him a smile as sweet as honey as you wordlessly point at the ice cream shop heâd just walked past.
Pulling open the door he lets you go first and looks around to see only a few people besides them in the shop. Perfect.Â
Since thereâs no line, you both go quickly. You opt for chocolate chip cookie dough in a cup and he decides on mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone. He notices the way your nose scrunches all cute at his choice and he rolls his eyes as he pulls out his card to pay before you can.Â
âDonât tell me youâre one of those people whoâs gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.â Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Â
âI wasnât! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.âÂ
âAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?âÂ
âNo, just didnât peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.âÂ
âSo youâve been thinking about pegging me.â He knows youâve realized what youâve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heâll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Â
âPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, just quietly snickers to himself while you go and find a place to sit. He notices the way you choose a seat in the corner, far away from anyone else in the shop and he smiles. You probably know whatâs coming, waiting for the other shoe to drop after your little stunt at the library and he loves seeing you all worked up and on edge.Â
He likes it a little too much.Â
Instead of sitting in the seat across from you he slips in the booth beside you instead, watching your eyes dart to the side to watch him carefully. Heâs not sure why youâre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Â
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. âCan I have a bite?â You seem to not think anything of his request, lifting your spoon up to his mouth and he lets you slip it between his lips, your eyes trained on his mouth and his on you.Â
He hums around the spoon and lets his teeth catch when you drag it from his mouth. You shake your head at him, leaning slightly against his chest and enjoying the quiet between you too.Â
Itâs go time.Â
âWanna bite?â Heâs looking down at you and you nod sheepishly, leaning forward to meet him halfway when he moves his cone towards your mouth. Right when he reaches your lips he moves the cone an inch over and touches the ice cream against the corner of your mouth.Â
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. âI got it, donât worry.âÂ
And when he leans forward and moves his head down to be eye level with you, he smirks at the hitch in your breath when he leans forward and lets his tongue swipe over the sweetness there, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth.Â
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnât moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnât playing with your hair anymore, itâs gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Â
âSteve..â A breathless little plea leaves your now clean mouth and it takes everything in him not to go in for another taste. He pulls back just enough to watch your eyes flutter close and your head fall back to lay against his arm thatâs still behind you. Thereâs a shine on your cheek from his spit and heâs so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Â
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youâve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. âWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.âÂ
He feels something cold on his hand and looks down to see his ice cream melting, spilling over the cone and running down his fingers. When he looks back he sees you staring at them too, a look in your eyes that has him reeling.Â
If there wasnât anyone else here heâd have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youâre itching to do it.
But thereâs more people coming into the shop and heâs seconds away from dragging you into the bathroom so he needs to get you out of here, get into the fresh air and out of the little bubble youâve created.Â
âYou ready, Stevie?â He loves when you call him that, it makes his chest feel all warm and he just wants to nuzzle into you when you say it. He must have been staring at you, too busy thinking about how bad he wanted you to do anything else.Â
He nods, sliding out of the booth and holding out his now clean hand to you, body buzzing when you take it and he feels your skin against his. You walk out and into the street and the breeze on his skin is a life saver.Â
Your apartment is just two blocks away from the ice cream shop and the walk there is quiet, both of you thinking about his tongue so close to your mouth. His hand brushes yours as you walk and he feels his fingers twitch with the need to slip your hands together.Â
âGood reward then?â Itâs you that breaks the silence and heâs grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heâs wearing looking down at you.Â
âOh baby, the best.â
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You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youâre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donât complain. Youâll take any chance to spend some time with him.Â
The two of you have also decided to forgo the library, taking turns having it at his place or yours and most times you work on actual school stuff for about half an hour before heâs distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since that day at the ice cream shop, where he licked the corner of your mouth and sent you spiraling. Having him that close was overwhelming enough, let alone feeling him on your skin.Â
Since then things havenât changed much, he teases you and sometimes you retaliate but oftentimes you just sit there red faced and let him enjoy how flustered he makes you. Heâs still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnât put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Â
Tonight youâre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donât fit you anymore but you refuse to get rid of. Steve is on the floor in front of you stretched out and scrolling through his phone while you switch between watching the tv and watching him.Â
Heâs been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heâd usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heâd barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Â
Regardless of his mood, he takes time to admire the way your ass peaks out of the bottom of those shorts, his jaw clenching when he gets a peak at the smooth skin there. He can spot where your ass meets your thigh and he wants to bury his face there.Â
You're pulled from your thoughts when he sits up, sitting his phone on the edge of the couch beside you and using your thigh to hoist himself off the ground. âBe right back, honey.âÂ
You just nod, stretching out your legs and trying to memorize how the heat of his palm felt gripping your skin. He goes to the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out at the same time his phone lights up beside you.Â
You donât mean to look. Really, you planned to call out to him and go back to the shitty reality tv show that was playing in front of you but when you see a name you recognize you canât help but to look.Â
And you immediately regret it.Â
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itâs been over a month, I miss you.Â
The blood drains from your body and you feel a pit so deep in your stomach you think you might be sick. You know Brooke, everyone knows Brooke. And you donât keep up with that Steve does but heâs spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canât help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Â
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnât. It doesnât because from her text, heâs already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heâs being so weird tonight, heâs ready to go seeâŠher. And then youâre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnât have seen this text and you wouldnât feel like youâre about to cry.Â
You and Steve werenât together, hadnât even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnât mean you havenât developed this huge crush on him thatâs taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Â
Maybe that was your mistake.Â
Maybe heâs that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youâve spent so much time together because he actually did need that much help with fucking algebra and stuck around because he felt like he owed you or something.Â
In a matter of seconds your whole friendship was Steve was up in the air in front of you and you found yourself dissecting every interaction and graze of skin and now you just wanted to curl up into your bed and forget all of it.Â
You liked him, a lot more than you would care to admit and for the first time since that first night, you felt uncomfortable being in the same place as him.Â
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youâd eaten so you donât have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnât say anything, should pretend it didnât happen and figure this out later but you canât help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Â
âGot a text while you were in the bathroom.â He doesnât say anything but doesnât really have the chance because youâre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Â
Hopefully heâll justâŠgo. You know he wonât but maybe that would be easier if you didnât have to see him again tonight or smell him or touch him. The water is hot, too hot to be sticking your hands under but scrubbing at this plate is all thatâs keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Â
âY/nâŠâ Heâs behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youâd be pressed up against his chest, youâd feel the warmth that always comes from him. So you stay where you are, the edge of the sink digging into your stomach but you try and scoot closer to it anyways.Â
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donât move your head to look at him, you canât because if you do youâre not sure you wonât cry. And you canât let him see you cry over something that was never there.Â
âCan you look at me? Please?â His voice is low and sweet, a hint of a plea in his tone that makes your insides twist painfully. You just shake your head, scrubbing at this plate so hard youâre worried it might snap in your grip.Â
His hand is on your shoulder now and a shaky breath escapes your lips, the tears building behind your eyes and you will them away. There's nothing to cry over. Heâs your friend. Thatâs all. âIf you need to leave, thatâs fine. Seriously itâsâyou can go if you want.â Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Â
âSweetheart, look at me.âÂ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heâs wearing that puppy dog look he does so well. You know his eyes are round and full of concern, or even worse, pity. You know his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout and it makes you want to take the plate youâve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Â
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Steve, itâs that he wonât give in. Heâll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatâs what it takes. He wonât give up until youâre looking at him, but you donât know why. Donât know why he wants to see you upset. But you turn around anyways, cheeks blotchy and a sheen of tears ready to fall at any given moment.Â
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. âItâs notâsheâs notâŠI donât want to leave.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI donât know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iâd rather be here with you anyways.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heâs freaking out, chewing on his bottom lip and mumbling under his breath while you just stand there and stare at your feet on the floor.Â
âIâve just beenâŠmy mind has been fucked lately and I donât know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donât know what do to.âÂ
âOkay, Steve.âÂ
âAre you just gonna keep saying okay?â Heâs stopped pacing, the stare heâs wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Â
âWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youâre an adult, Steve. You donât have to spend all your time with me.âÂ
âBut I want to.â Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heâs saying, what heâs not saying. Heâs giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonât give yourself false hope, wonât read too far into this. Youâve become friends, best friends even and you donât want to fuck that up.Â
âThen stay.âÂ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereâs no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donât. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youâre nuzzled against his chest. Neither of you say anything, just sit there wrapped up in each other for who knows how long before he pulls back and tugs you to the living room, sitting down and pulling you into his side with no words spoken between you.Â
The show drones on around you, but youâre not paying attention. Your mind is too busy, too many thoughts swirling around to even try and focus on anything but him. He sinks down further into the couch and you move with him, your head resting against his chest and his hand lying still on your hip.Â
âMâsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youâre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.âÂ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnât say anything else and youâre grateful.Â
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Itâs been almost a week since that night in your apartment. A week since Steve got that text and you almost lost your shit. A week since you realized how deep your feelings for him actually ran.Â
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnât be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justâŠpretended it hadnât happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youâd convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Â
Steve continued to spend most of his days with you, continued to flash those smug grins your way when he sees something inappropriate and you continue to flush under his stare, preen under his praise and stick to his side like glue.Â
Thatâs how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heâs sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him and your head is on his lap, Eddie beside you hunched over and working on something you canât see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheâs not reading in her hand.Â
Heâd also been spending more time with the three of you and it made your heart warm. All your favorite people getting along and hanging out.
âWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.â That suggestion couldnât have come from anyone but Steve. Eddie scrunches his nose at the thought immediately, tongue sticking out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Robin groans like sheâs physically pained by the thought.Â
âNow donât sound too excited.â Lansdowne was a little pub near Fenway Park that Steve was obsessed with. They usually had live music and were packed to the brim with bodies every weekend. Robin and Eddie despised it, always too crowded for their liking.Â
âIâll go, Steve. But youâre buying my first drink.âÂ
âThatâs my girl!â He patted your head like you were a puppy, grin wide as he turned to stick out his tongue at Eddie and Robin who just rolled their eyes dramatically and went back to ignoring whatever Steve would ramble on about next.Â
Neither of you noticed the way Eddie and Robin watched you, knowing smiles on both their faces as they took the sight of you two in. They watched Steve brush your hair out of your face, a look of fondness on his face that Robin hasnât seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Â
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There was a small bit of regret about quickly agreeing to go out with Steve. Friday came before you knew it and you were tired, so tired from a long week of school and work. It seemed like everything that could have gone wrong this week, did and it had you mentally and physically drained.Â
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnât. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Â
It was nice out, not too hot but just warm enough to indulge in summer clothes. Dressing up for tonight was out of the question, you needed to be comfy if you were going to be squished against sweaty bodies and pulled through big crowds.Â
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveâs side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youâd found in the back of your drawer and a cropped pink t-shirt that molded to your chest. A few inches of skin showed above your skirt and the feel of Steveâs palm resting there had you blushing already.Â
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youâd seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heâd been wearing a dark green button up that he left undone, tight white tank top underneath that showed the outline of his chest. A pair of light wash denim jeans cinched around his waist with a belt.Â
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyâs pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Â
His breath is hot against your skin when he leans down to try and whisper in your ear, but ends up talking much louder than he meant to. âForgot to mention itâs karaoke night.âÂ
âI am not participating in that.âÂ
That little frown he does when he doesnât get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youâd stolen his candy. âWhy not?âÂ
âBetween the two of us youâre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.âÂ
Before he could open his mouth to argue, someone called his name from across the bar, a man holding a clipboard that looked less than impressed with his job. Somehow in the short time youâd been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Â
He gave you a quick wink that had you almost melting before him, a small smirk as he squeezed your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowds of people. âEyes on me, baby.âÂ
Liked youâd be able to look anywhere else.Â
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatâs only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatâs paying attention to him. Thereâs lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youâre somewhere in the middle of the crowd but he spots you easily, winking before he strips off his button down, tossing it to the side of him.Â
The sight of him up there with his tank top tucked nicely into his jeans does little to help with the fuzziness you were already feeling from the drinks. Youâre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Â
âHello, Boston!âÂ
Youâd think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heâs getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canât blame them, heâs a sight to see.Â
âYou all look beautiful tonight!âÂ
A laugh bubbles out of you when the beginning notes of Mr. Brightside by the Killers boom from the speakers behind him, not sure why you expected anything else from him.Â
Heâs practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesâand so is his hair. But your laughter and amusement is quickly replaced by something fiery and strong that builds in your stomach as you watch him.Â
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youâre on fire. During a pause his head is thrown back, throat bobbing for everyone to see and you try to trace the beads of sweat running down his throat from your spot in the middle of the bar.Â
When he starts singing againâand fuck heâs goodâhis eyes are open and on yours, coming so close to the microphone you can see the way his lips pucker against it on certain notes and youâre thankful itâs so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Â
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside
About seven feet are between you but with the bright lights shining on him you watch in awe as his raspberry lips wrap around the words and his tongue swipes out and darts across them every few seconds. He looks ethereal on that stage, hair slicked back from running his fingers through it and hips rocking side to side in time with the beat.Â
His voice is pure silk and honey, like he was born to sing this song and it has your heart racing so fast in your chest itâs hard to catch your breath. Heâs jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Â
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canât get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heâs captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Â
It takes you a second longer to realize the song has ended, cheers and hollering making your ears ring as he basks in the attention on stage. You can see that cocky smirk from here, his eyes dark and cheeks red as he blows you a kiss when he catches your eyes again.Â
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Â
 âââââ
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heâd been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heâd never see it again. The tank top he wore was clinging to his skin and he wished he could peel it off, the stickiness in the air of the bar doing nothing to cool him down.Â
But he saw the way you watched him up there, your eyes trained on his mouth or his hands the whole time and it made him feel electric. The way you licked your lips like he was your next meal could have him on his knees for you in an instant.Â
Heâd lost you when he got off the small stage, eyes searching through the crowd and sighing in relief when he finds you standing by the bar, chin in your palm as you swirl your drink around.Â
That relief is short-lived when he sees some douche come up beside you, a charming grin plastered on his face and his eyes dark as he takes you in. Steve sees red when he places one of his hands on your waist, his palm touching your bare skin since youâd chosen a crop top for tonight.Â
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itâs fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Â
Youâre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youâve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youâre looking for him.Â
Little did you know that even if you werenât looking for him, heâd still be there. Heâd always be there. Couldnât keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnât. Heâd become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heâd become addicted to you.Â
Itâs when this asshole lifts his hand to brush a piece of your hair away from your face that Steve starts to move, shoulders shoving through the crowd with ease and he sees the way your body relaxes when you catch sight of him heading towards you.Â
The thought of someone else touching your skin, feeling how smooth it is and how it warms up under their touch has him gritting his teeth. His jaw twitches thinking about you looking up at someone besides him with stars in your eyes.Â
When heâs within reach he lays his hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. âTold ya Iâd be right back, doll.â He doesnât acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Â
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. âWhoâs this?â He cocks his head towards the man that had been trying to talk to you, not looking his way but finally acknowledging his presence. Douchebag is still there, watching the scene unfold in front of him with little amusement.Â
âI-I donât know. We were just talking.â Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heâs itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Â
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnât miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Â
âDonât want these boys talking to you, do you?â Heâs leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canât take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. âItâs because youâre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youâre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.âÂ
At this point heâs not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heâs not just staking his claim so theyâll leave you alone, heâs telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heâs yours as much as you are his. Itâs been that way for weeks.Â
For him itâs been that way since you ripped him a new one, tore into him for being an asshole with your big round eyes that twitched in anger at his attitude.Â
Youâre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youâd been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Â
âSo say it.â His lips are tilted in a smirk, knowing eyes watching you shift and squirm under his stare. He feels himself thickening in his pants, head of his cock pressed up against the zipper painfully but he doesnât care. Heâd stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Â
âIâm your girl.âÂ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youâre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Â
Itâs hard to breathe when youâre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canât quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youâll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Â
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youâll open them for him, pulling his hand out and tugging on your wrist to pull you back to the middle of the dance floor. Your obedience thrills him, makes his spine tingle and heart race. He shouldâve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donât even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Â
Neither of you are really moving, just standing there pressed together while bodies push and move around you. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer so that he can lean down and talk in your ear where youâll hear him.Â
âSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.âÂ
Your hands are clinging to his shirt and he feels your grip tighten, smiling knowingly against your ear. He loved the way you watched him, the way your eyes never left him like you were mesmerized.Â
âYou looked good up there, like a natural.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm, my rockstar.âÂ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heâs watching the way your hair flows over your shoulder and he wants to tug on it, make your head fall back and expose your throat to him.Â
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heâs seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Â
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
âââââââ
In hindsight, deciding to take the train at 1 am on a Friday night was a stupid idea. Anyone and everyone in the city chose that time to pile on. For a second youâre worried youâll lose Steve in the crowd of people but a few seconds later you feel his fingers slip through yours and tug you to his side.Â
âCanât risk losing my precious cargo.âÂ
The ringing in your ears is either from the feel of his skin touching yours or the tell tale screech of the train approaching. When it pulls up in front of you, your cringe at how crowded it already is, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat before you even step on. The doors open and Steve is pulling you through the bunches of people, tugging you through and moving you to stand in front him when he sees an opening.Â
Your back is pressed against the opposing doors and you sigh in relief at the coolness it provides. That relief is short lived when you peek over Steveâs shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Â
His feet are spread slightly to be on either side of yours, arms over your head to hold on to the railing and it feels like heâs caging you in. Heâs pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Â
It doesnât help that his arms are on full display, button up he was wearing long gone since before karaoke and instead adorned in a white tank top thatâs like a second skin. Itâs hugging his chest and waist and itâs taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Â
And then youâre thinking about how he looked on stage. Pure sex as he captivated the crowd with his effortless charm and talent. You think you could watch him like that forever.Â
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youâre not sure you could even move, not that you wanted to. Tilting your head back an inch you look up at him, eyes glancing over his strawberry mouth thatâs tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heâs watching you closely.Â
Honey eyes staring into yours scream mischief and when you breathe in you feel your knees falter, a sweetness washing over your senses. Just the smell of him was enough to have your skin tingling, hints of cherry and vanilla from where you were practically nuzzled against his throat.Â
Your hand was wrapped tightly against the pole in front of you and the feel of the cool metal against your palm did little to help with the heat you felt burning through your chest. The train lurched forward and the hand that was dangling by your side shot out to fist at the fabric of Steveâs shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Â
âEager, are we?â His tone was teasing and when you took a quick glance down to see a sliver of his stomach showing where you had his shirt tight in your grasp, your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.Â
âOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.âÂ
He feigned offense, knowing smirk never leaving his face and you stifled a groan when you felt his stomach twitch against your hand. You thought that if you had to be pressed against him for much longer you might just pass out.Â
When you look up to see you still have a few stops before yours, you release your grip on his shirt and try not to notice the disappointment that floods through you when your hold on him is gone. He seems to notice too, eyebrows furrowing for a split second before his expression goes back and heâs smiling down at you again.Â
âYa know,â He tilts his head to the side like heâs wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. âYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.âÂ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canât seem to do anything but blink up at him.Â
âGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.âÂ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatâs what keeps you from letting a whimper slip into the sticky air between you. You know he can read your emotions on your face but you try and school your features anyways, lifting your leg thatâs trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Â
It just makes his sickly sweet smile even bigger and your breath hitches when he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. You dig your fingertips into your palm when he lets his tongue swipe against his bottom lip and it catches your skin as it does.Â
âTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donât you bite me next? Pretty please?â He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenât on the fucking train youâd part your lips for him and take his thumb into your mouth. You think you want that a little too much to be so close to him right now.Â
For the first time since youâve moved here, the train is your saving grace. The doors pull open and the cool air of the night hits you, breaking you from whatever little trance Steve had put you under. It clears out enough that he can step to your side now, giving you some much needed space to try and get yourself together.Â
The chatter around you has died down and while you feel marginally more in control of yourself, the smell of Steve and the feel of his arm brushing against yours beside you is enough to keep you on your toes.Â
âCooling down over there?âÂ
âYes actually, no thanks to you.âÂ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnât just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. âOops.âÂ
The next stop is yours and while youâre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youâre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heâs already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heâs grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Â
âMâgonna walk you home, okay?â You nod wordlessly, letting your hands swing gently between you as you make your way through the now quiet streets. Everyone is either deep into the city until the bars close or already tucked away in their beds after a long work week. Few people litter the streets but you donât hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Â
It doesnât take long before you reach your building nestled in between two others that look just like it and while you fumble through your bag for your keys you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.âÂ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heâs not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatâs happening. You reach out automatically but heâs pulling back and out of your reach.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?â You know what heâs asking and youâre just making this harder for the both of you but heâs had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allâŠrockstar and sex that youâre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youâre not careful.Â
âWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?âÂ
âNot much to say I guessâŠâ
âBullshit.âÂ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canât deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. âExcuse me?â Your voice sounds pathetic and breathless to your own ears at this point so you can only imagine how you look to Steve right now.Â
âI call bullshit. Donât think I havenât seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,â Fuck he caught you. âOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.âÂ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnât taking up every inch of your brain right now youâd be embarrassed by how he had you panting at him. Any confusion he had vanishes and you curse yourself for being so easy for him to read. Like a fucking open book.Â
âOh thatâs it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenât you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnât it? Sâcute. Youâre cute.â
âShut up! YouâŠyou idiot.â It was a weak attempt at a comeback and you felt yourself scrunch your nose at yourself while Steve chuckled. He stepped closer, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.Â
âThatâs the best you got?â You were toe to toe nowâliterallyâand you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. You hated how good he was at making you squirm, how you felt his words on your skin like standing under the sun in the summer heat. But most of all you despised that you didnât hate it at all.
âYouâre an asshole, you know that? A big one.âÂ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. âOooh there ya go, thatâs a little better. But if youâre gonna call me names, Iâve got some you can try. How about daddââ
âSteve!â You practically hissed at him, smacking his shoulder and huffing like a child at the way he laughed loudly at your expense. He laughed so hard there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, grin so big his dimples popped out and you had to stop yourself from poking at it.Â
âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.â Rolling your eyes you snatched your key from him while he was occupied, turning to your door and muttering under your breath. Asshole. Jerk. Moron. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
He laid his hand on your shoulder softly to get your attention and when you turned back he was rolling his lips together, trying to keep his amusement at bay for your sake. He had a way of doing that youâd noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Â
âMâdone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.âÂ
âI did too, even if youâre a pest.âÂ
âOh câmon, you love it.â I do. God I love it so much itâs kind of sick.Â
âIn your dreams, Harrington,â You knew you set yourself up when he opened his mouth, that gleam in his eye that meant nothing but trouble. You beat him to it though, and the little pout he wore made you melt. âText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.âÂ
âAnytime, sweetheart.âÂ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustâve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Â
Youâd watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnât see him anymore before you finally went inside, trudging up the stairs to your apartment and feeling your nerves settle once you were finally alone.
It was like you could breathe again, that ache youâd felt all night still thumping but more dull now than it had been in his presence. You finally felt cool and relaxed. Until your phone buzzed about twenty minutes later.Â
Steve: Made it home safe and sound. Not a scratch on me.
Steve: Well besides the ones you left on me when you were pawing at me on the train!Â
Y/n: Idiot!Â
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itâs hard to type one handed.Â
You gasped and you swear youâd just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heâŠhe wouldnât. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnât just let him know that.Â
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Â
Steve: What?? Iâm eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Â
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Â
Heâd played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heâd take any opportunity to embarrass you, you both knew you loved it. He loved getting you all flushed and squirmy and you loved pretending like it didnât light you up inside.Â
Now you were thinking about him touching himself, your thighs sore from squeezing together and your heart racing. You wanted to know how he looked doing it, what he sounded likeâŠJesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnât until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnât texted him back.Â
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenât they?
Oh fuck off.Â
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Â
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youâre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youâve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youâd take it every time.Â
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Â
Steve: Little olâ me? As if Iâd ever do such a thing! Iâm offended youâd even suggest that.Â
Just imagining the shit eating grin he was wearing riled you up even more, your blood pumping and your fingers twitching as you typed furiously back to him.Â
Y/n: Playing innocent wonât work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Â
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Â
You thought about throwing your phone at the wall, watching it smash into a thousand tiny pieces and letting every trace of that arrogant, smug, hot asshole wash away. But you were not so secretly relishing in the back and forth, your tummy a ball of excitement.Â
Y/n: In your dreams.Â
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youâd be sure to fall to your knees.Â
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Â
Steve: Maybe next time. Youâve been a dirty girl calling me all those mean names. Come kiss it better?
When a picture came in seconds after his last reply you dropped your phone to your bed, eyes wide and pulse thumping in your ears as you took in the image before you.Â
Steve lying on his bed, shirtless. He was lying against his navy blue pillowcase, one arm thrown behind his head and he showed just enough of his torso for you to see a patch of chest hair that made your fingernails dig so deep into your palm you were surprised you didnât draw blood. His hair was tousled like heâd tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatâs what you were supposed to be kissing better.Â
It had been several minutes since youâd moved so it didnât make sense why your breathing was so heavy and why there was sweat gathering at the base of your neck. All you could think of was leaving your mark over his chest and shoulders, deep purple spots that you know heâd wear with a proud smile on his face.Â
If he could see you nowâŠyouâd never hear the end of it.Â
Y/n: Meh.Â
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Â
Steve: Meh????Â
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Â
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnât know any better youâd say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Â
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnât waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iâm not a liar, just not overly impressed.Â
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youâd have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Â
And that little victory you had lasted all of 2 minutes because when your phone started ringing, that ball of dread from forever ago came barreling back into you harder and faster than before.Â
Pressing accept you held the phone up to your ear and tried to get your breathing under control. You were gonna blow your cover quickly if you didnât.Â
âH-hello?âÂ
âNot impressed, hm?â There was an edge to his voice, one you didnât recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Â
âNope. Sorry.â The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heâd be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Â
âReally? And youâre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.âÂ
Your face burned with humiliation and you cursed yourself for the way it turned you on. Fuck. Any control you had was quickly unraveling and falling apart in front of you.Â
âSteve, Iââ
ïżœïżœBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youâd slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iâm wrong.âÂ
âI-I wasnât! Iâm not I justââ
âBut you thought about it, didnât you?âÂ
And well of course you had. How could you not when he looked like he did and when you could practically hear him in your ear whispering filthy, teasing things.Â
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heâd shake his head at you, scolding you like a teacher scolding their student for not doing their homework. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he riles you up and it leaves you reeling.Â
âI, well Iââ
âJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?âÂ
âYes.â It comes out in a whisper, hanging in the air and you should want to take it back, to tell him no and hang up but you donât. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingâlike a dog waiting for a treat.Â
âThatâs what I thought. Now that weâve got that settled, Iâm beat! Youâve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heâs hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Â
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
Heâs left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youâre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itâs making you feel insane.Â
A knock on your front door startles you, itâs harsh and quick and your pulse spikes immediately. Holding your phone in your hand you make your way through the living room, a seed of worry nestled in your stomach because who would be here knocking on your door at almost 3 am.Â
Who besides Steve, of course.Â
Just as youâre moving close to look through the peephole, he calls your name from the other side of the door. Excitement pools low in your belly, hairs on your arm standing tall at the promise of him just inches away. Pulling open the door youâre met with the same Steve youâd left just a short time ago, but now heâs wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youâre sure heâs taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereâs a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Â
How does he always look this good? You donât say anything, opting to step to the side and allow him through and he steps in wordlessly, giving your arm a squeeze when he passes by.Â
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he makes his way to your room and you stand there dumbfounded, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he hasnât said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Â
Following him is a simple choice, one that leads you to your room to see Steve sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide, hands behind him flat on the comforter while he leans back the slightest bit. Heâs stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Â
It feels like a staring contest between the two of you. But instead of looking in your eyes, Steve is letting his gaze run over your body. Youâre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Â
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. âW-what are you doing here?â You canât help but to stumble over your words when heâs looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âMissed me already, Harrington?âÂ
âAlways.â Some of the smugness he carries with him has melted away with the admission and it makes your heart swell in your chest. The thought of him missing you provides a surge of warmth through your body.Â
âI missed you too,â Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, âbut I thought you were going to bed.âÂ
âWell that was my plan, but I couldnât fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.âÂ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soâŠyou donât even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Â
One of his hands lifts to motion you forward and you do so without hesitation, your feet carrying you to him instantly. When you get close enough you go to get on your knees instinctively and he stops you with a small, proud smile. âNo, no, Iâm here to take care of you, baby.â And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canât help but feel a little upset that you wonât get to put your mouth on him.Â
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canât help but shake his head at you.Â
âBefore we do anything I justâŠI want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnât some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youâll give me.âÂ
âI care about you too, Steve. I think that was obvious when I scrubbed all the paint off that plate after I saw that text on your phone,â He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, âYouâve become such an important part of my life and IâI like you a lot, even when youâre mean to me.âÂ
He scoffs like the idea is foreign, playful glint in his eye the whole time and it drives you crazy. He has that look, the one that tells you heâs about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Â
âCome give daddy a kiss then.âÂ
Itâs the former, hand coming up to smack at his chest hard despite the way the name makes your stomach clench and your spine tingle. He just laughs, loud and steady, pulling you down onto his lap and smashing his lips against yours.Â
His lips are just as soft as youâd dreamed about, full and slick with spit and you feel yourself pulse when he smiles into the kiss. His nose bumps with yours, his hands sliding from your waist to your hair and letting his fingers tug and pull while you push closer to him.Â
âFuckâyou taste so good.â You donât even realize the words come from you until you feel Steve groan against you, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip as if to taste you too.Â
When you finally have to pull back for air, your forehead is pressed against his and you both try and catch your breath. He looks like a dream, mouth shiny and swollen, eyes glazed over as he takes you in. He tastes sweet, the kind of taste you crave at the end of the day or when you need a pick me up. Or just because.Â
Heâs shifted back a little so youâre not hanging off him and the edge of the bed, your thighs wrapped around his hips and your chests almost touching from how close you are. Heâs tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itâs trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Â
What youâve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnât know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutâand she only knows because you needed moral support.Â
âOh holy fuck,â Youâve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itâs almost kind of scary. Somehow youâd forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youâre not sure. But heâs looking at your tits now like heâs got gold in front of him.Â
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heâs moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Â
âDonâtâyou canât say a thing right now or Iâll cum in my pants.â He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. âJesus fuckinâ Christ. Prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinâ at em for too long.âÂ
You nod eagerly against his hand, the idea of that turning you on even more than you thought possible. He finally removes his hand but only because he canât hold out on touching you any longer. His palms come up to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and you sigh in relief at the feeling of his touch. He uses two fingers to tug gently at the little silver barbell that runs through them, watching your face for your reaction and you donât disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Â
âFuck me. God youâre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mâlosing my goddamn mind here, baby.â Half his words are almost slurred, attention moving between your tits and your face as he tugs and thumbs at your nipples. The furrow in his brow makes him look genuinely concerned and you throb at the thought of him being so mesmerized by you.Â
Heâs so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnât notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youâve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnât touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Â
You move one of your hands to grab his, tugging it from your nipple and sliding it down between you to press against the front of your panties. Theyâre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Â
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. âPoor thing, didnât even know someone could be this messy.â Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. âWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head but itâs not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. âYou. Itâs youâyou did this to me.âÂ
Instead of saying anything he dips his fingers past the band of your panties, both of you groaning at the contact. He circles your clit twice, thighs twitching around him before heâs dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatâs there.Â
You want to whine when he pulls his hand out but it fades away at the sight of his glistening fingers, how he studies them for a minute before slipping them into his mouth and humming in content.Â
âWay better than mint chocolate chip.âÂ
Next thing you know heâs slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Â
Thumb pressed to your clit he moves in slow circles, just enough pressure to make you need more, pressing down onto his hand and trying to swivel your hips. âWant you, Steve. Need you.âÂ
âI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.â At the same time heâs speaking heâs slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itâs not enough. Itâs like he has a connection to your mind, slipping another finger in immediately and you feel that ache start to untangle itself the slightest bit.Â
With two of his much larger fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, you already feel the signs of an orgasm building deep in your belly. You feel that burn all over, grinding down onto him in search of that pressure thatâll make your eyes roll back. Itâs when he curls his fingers that you lurch forward, face nuzzling his neck as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.Â
âS-steve..â Youâre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereâs a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Â
And then it stops.Â
Thereâs no more curling his fingers and his thumb is still on your clit. You pull back just enough to curse at him, his hand wet and sticky with evidence of just how much you were enjoying that. But when you see his face you know youâre fucked. Heâs got that shine in his eyes that screams trouble, a devious little smirk on his lips as he watches the frustration build behind your eyes.Â
âSomething to say, sweetheart?â Heâs taunting you, daring you to curse at himâbut you donât. You canât fathom the idea of him taking this all away so you remain quiet, shaking your head at him and hoping your obedience will pay off soon. He nods at you as if to say âthatâs what I thoughtâ, hand coming up to tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you again.Â
Youâre glad he canât see the way your cheeks turn bright red because you can hear how wet you are, the small little noise it makes every time he drives his fingers back into has you pressing further into him. He has goosebumps on skin from the feel of your hot breath against his throat from where youâre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Â
It doesnât take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. âSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnât she?â You think you chant a whispered âyesâ into him but you canât be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heâs rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Â
And then it stops again.Â
This time you canât help the whine that slips out, hands fisting his t-shirt as you writhe in his lap. He chuckles in your ear, smooth and teasing and it makes you mortified when you feel yourself drip down his hand at his meanness.Â
âYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iâll give you my cock.â The promise of finally being full of him is enough to push down your frustrations, eagerness and excitement taking over. He lets you get away with a nod, picking up a faster pace than before and you think itâs not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Â
Heâs rubbing harshly against that sponges spot inside of you with every pass of his fingers, your mouth dropped open with no sound coming out as you try and hold off. Itâs too much, too intense and you feel lightheaded at how every nerve in your body is lit up and buzzing.
But apparently he knows your body better than you do, stopping just seconds before you begin to tip over and your shoulders sag in relief and annoyance at the same time.Â
âPlease, please.â Theyâre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itâs condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Â
âTold ya Iâd give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.â You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heâd forgone underwear and you thank god for that. The sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum as your thighs falling open for him automatically. He notices this, of course he does. Heâs thick and youâre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donât think heâd fit otherwise.Â
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsâpresumptuous cocky bastardâyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youâre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youâre desperate to feel him bare. Youâre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Â
Seeing him for the first time, how hard and flushed he is makes you regret even more not getting your mouth on him. Next time, you promise yourself. Youâd thought youâd be nervous for this, but you think youâre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereâs no room left to be nervous or anxious.Â
Climbing on the bed he moves between your open legs, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself up over you. His cock is lying against you, head touching your clit and itâs making it impossible to lie still. âYou still want this?â His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Â
âPlease, Steve. I want thisâI need you.â Itâs all the confirmation he needs, reaching one hand between you to take his cock, running it through your slit and groaning at the way you twitch below him. After bumping it against your clit he moves down to your entrance, pushing in the slightest bit and squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of you clenching down on him.Â
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itâs a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youâll float away. âKeep going, please keep going.â Youâre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heâs in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. âI donâtâshit I donât know howâgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.âÂ
He throbs inside of you when you whine, craning your neck up just an inch to take the silver chain dangling above you between your teeth. âFuckinâ hell, gonna kill me.â You lift your hips off the bed, urging him to move and moan around the chain when he slips deeper inside of you. He pulls himself up to look at you, hair falling around your head like an angel with blotchy cheeks and fucked out eyes.Â
Thrusting forward, the tip of his cock nudges against that spot inside of you and you clench around him so hard his arms almost give out above you. This has been building up for weeks and with the way he edged you earlier, you wonât last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Â
âFeel like Iâm having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?â It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Â
The chain pops from your mouth when he moves your hands to lay beside your head, lacing your fingers together as he stretches over you. Your piercings press against his chest just right and it has your tummy tightening, the added friction enough to have your head spinning.Â
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heâs holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves between watching your face and the way your tits bounce with every thrust of his cock. Thereâs little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Â
You know youâre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Â
âTakinâ your daddyâs cock so well, arenât you, doll?âÂ
Eyes screwed shut you claw at his shoulders, his name leaving your lips in a curse and you both can see the way the nickname makes your face flush a shade darker of red, eyes turning dark and fingers digging into him. âDirty girl, acting like you donât like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.âÂ
âFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumâmâgonna cum.â Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Â
âGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?â Itâs all it takes, rope snapping and sparks shooting down to your toes as you tug at his hair, your thighs tight as your orgasm crashes through you. It feels like it goes on forever, your body taught and ears buzzing and you can barely make out the faint curses coming from above you.Â
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heâll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveâs fingers and heâs looking at you like heâs seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. âWhereâŠwhere do you want it baby?âÂ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveâs eyes widening before the most pitiful cry leaves his lips. He thrusts into you one, two, three more times and each one has you gasping below him as aftershocks of your orgasm zing through you.Â
He pulls out quickly, pulling off the condom with a sharp inhale and you think he looks good like this, all desperate and pathetic for you like you always are for him. You urge him forward, fingers digging into his hips and trying to pull him up your body. He moves easily, coming up so heâs barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Â
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heâs looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatâs been building at the base of his spine snaps and heâs cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Â
âPerfect, youâre so perfectâshit.â He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itâs dribbled over his fist. Heâs staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatâs marked with him.Â
âLook like a fuckinâ dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iâm gonna think about this for the rest of my life.âÂ
All you can do is smile stupidly below him, your heart bursting and your body thoroughly exhausted. He leans down and presses a quick peck to your cheek before heâs shifting off the bed, running to the bathroom and washing off his hand before he comes back with a warm rag, sitting beside you so he can clean you up. His hand hovers over you and you roll your eyes at the little pout heâs wearing as he looks at your boobs.Â
âAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?âÂ
âWho wouldnât be? They look so pretty like this.âÂ
You reach for the rag with a giggle to do it yourself but he pulls his hand back, shaking his head at you and begrudgingly wiping his cum off your chest with a little sigh thatâs a little endearing.Â
Once you're cleaned up and the condom is in the trash he helps you up so he can pull back the comforter, both of you snuggling in under the coversânaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Â
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Â
âNow thatâs the kind of reward I could get used to.âÂ
âSteve!â
ââââ-
Itâs the next day and thereâs a soreness between your thighs that has you smiling to yourself while you get ready. You remember this morning, how you woke up to the sight of honey brown hair nestled between your thighs, coaxing you out of your sleep with his tongue on your clit.Â
The best kind of pain, where youâll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youâll think about forever to your mind.Â
He left shortly after, both of you needing to be away from each other so you could actually get ready for the lunch you had planned with Robin and Eddie this afternoon.Â
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itâs not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youâre not what youâd even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Â
Would you tell them youâre dating? That you like each other? That youâre just fucking around? This is what made you anxious, what had your hands twisting in your lap on the train and had you so distracted you stumbled right into Eddie outside of the restaurant.Â
âWoah! Caught ya.â He steadies you, smiling down into your worried eyes and a little bit of that anxiety seeps out of you. This is your friend, one of your best friends! Who cares whatâs going on, maybe heâll have some insight that you canât see for yourself.Â
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyâre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveâs unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Â
You slide in so youâre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveâs under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Â
Everything is going good, things feel normalâbesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingâand youâre not even worried anymore. The table in front of you is filled with food, everyone reaching over and grabbing whatever sounds good. Arms are crossed over each other and hands get tangled when you reach for fries or mozzarella sticks or an onion ring.Â
Robin is going on about something, youâre not sure what youâve kind of zoned out a little if youâre being honest, when you feel Steve staring at you. You look up to his brows furrowed, confusion laced in his features and you quirk your brow at him, wondering what has him looking at you like that.Â
Itâs when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneâs attention to him that it makes sense, âHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?âÂ
Steveâs face flames and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnât recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatâs when it clicks for Eddie.Â
âOh. My. God.âÂ
Three sets of eyes fly to Eddie. Robin is confused. You and Steve are looking at Eddie as he looks between the two of you, mouth dropped open in shock and you curse yourself for the storm thatâs coming.Â
âWhat?â Itâs Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itâs no use. âOh my god.â Thereâs Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonât make eye contact with him.Â
âOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatâs going on. I am not a mind reader.âÂ
âRobin, you wonât believe it. These two finally fucked.â A chorus of noises fill your small corner of the restaurant, booth creaking underneath you from where Eddie is practically bouncing in his seat. Robin squeals, hands going to grip Steveâs arms. Steve sighs, letting Robin tug him around like a rag doll in a fit of her excitement. And you gasp, smacking Eddie in the chest the way you do to Steve all the time.Â
But neither of you deny it and that alone sends waves of relief through you. Not that you think Steve would, especially with the way heâs gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Â
You donât know how bad Steve wants to show you off, tell the world and scream it from the rooftops how lucky he is to even get to be around you. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heâs obsessed with you.Â
Eddieâs rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. âDamn, sheâs got some force behind those hits,â He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatâs coming before he even opens his mouth, âbut you love it, donât ya big boy?âÂ
Your head falls forward to rest in your palm, eyes closed as you try and pretend you're anywhere but here. You think you hear Robin gag from across the table and it forces a laugh out of you. Eyes lifting to meet Steveâs, his teeth are showing and heâs shaking his head like he knows a secret no one else does. His words fill the space around you and make your skin heat under his stare.Â
âOh you have no idea.â ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy đ
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Just thought about this the other day for the apocalypse au! Say the leaders succumb to the virus and have to be disposed of for the safety of their communities or pass away of other means. But! Thereâs a law stating that, in the event a leader passes away, the second in command or the next highest ranking officer has the option of taking on the newly widowed wife as their own along with any children they already had with their predecessor. Or as a means of uniting two communities in a time of desperation for new leadership, the widow is arranged to marry the leader or higher ranking member of a neighboring community. Ooor if the new leader is already married or doesnât feel comfortable with taking on the former wife of their colleague, they can arrange a marriage between her and a suitor they deem competent and loving enough to care for them and choose a new bride from the existing bachelorettes in the community so they can uphold the reproductive responsibilities of leadership. Looking at you Lilia! Sooo much potential for murder plots, schemes, and power imbalance!
Just a thought of mine! Feel free to add and take away! This is among one of my favorite aus of yours and I wanted to bring it back around!
AAAA YES YES!!!! Apocalypse au is so back!! This is brilliant!!! :O it's a scramble to find an eligible husband for the widowed wife because of so many reasons. Women are essential to the compounds; if one's all alone, who knows what might happen!! >_< but also,, you're a great bargaining chip for the compounds in need of more women or have a low birth rate or, as mentioned, to unite compounds and communities that might not have the best relations.
There is so much potential for dirty tricks and evil schemes and murder!!!! AAAA imagine second-in-command who has been pining for the leader's wife for as long as they can remember, and now the leader position is conveniently open and you're in need of a husband to look after you, breed you, care for the children. :) desperate times call for the most desperate and morally questionable measures, after all. And you suspect something isn't quite right, but who can you go to with your theories when no one's willing to listen or believe you? Your new husband gets away with murder and is allowed to keep a pretty wife like yourself. A win-win for him and a terrible loss for you.
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theoretical entroponetics: the post
okay. LONG post incoming. i have summarized all available information on the pale, separated into confirmed objective truth & in-canon speculation that may or may not be true, and then appended my own very detailed theory on the pale! this post is meant as a resource; please feel free to add things of your own in replies/reblogs (please tag me if you do!) or point out any errors i may have made. youâre welcome to use any of my personal theory in your own work but please credit me if you do!! (and tag me in that/send it to me, i really want to see what you do with it!)
Hereâs what we *know* about the pale, according to in-game and concept art:Â
It erases data, at least the kind stored on radiocomputer filament and magnetic tapes.
It has no dimensions of its own- pale latitude compressors serve to force dimensions on raw pale and allow navigation.Â
The pale is referred to in the context of entropy
It arrived with mankind, but not immediately- there are 8000 years of written history, but the pale was first recorded 6000 years ago, implying that pale either didnât start forming immediately or that it was so insignificant/distant that it went unnoticed for 2000 years.Â
There exists a group of people who are actively trying to expedite entroponetic collapse; the ideology is called entropolism
To this point, pale isnât immediately visible. Pale has molecular structure, but manifests as a waveform, and only becomes visible at a certain distance from the origin, once wave frequency is sufficiently high.Â
During pale exposure, people experience âsense objectsâ: visual or auditory hallucinations and/or vivid physical recollections of memories. These hallucinations may originate from their own consciousness or someone elseâs. c
People require physical and mental examinations before interisolary travel and are allotted a certain number of days per year as their pale exposure threshold.Â
Overexposure results in a pale âaddictionâ- these individuals crave pale exposure, and itâs unclear if this addiction can ever be broken. Itâs also unclear whether there is a point at which pale exposure becomes lethal, but given that it dissolves matter, we can be fairly certain that a given length of continuous exposure will kill.Â
Radio signals, cold plasma torches and anodic sound are all used to manage the pale to permit travel through it. Plasma torches destabilize the molecular structure of the pale to create gaps, anodic sound widens and maintains these gaps, and radio signals rationalize the pale into recognizable dimensions.
Radio signals are, in return, susceptible to corruption by the pale, resulting in entroponetic crosstalk, where signals from the past or the future are transmitted to the present. CCP is one such phenomenon and is directly related to the formation of new pale through magpie interpretation.
There is a dedicated Union for people who work in and with the pale (the Pale Workers Union). They have two slogans; âThe light purifies; The sound absolves; The pale no moreâ and âSon et Fureurâ (sound and fury)
Hereâs what we may choose to believe about the pale, based on the thoughts and beliefs of in-game characters:
In conversation with Soona, the pale is described as a âcurdling milkâ phenomenon: ârepulsive, but naturalâ
In this same conversation you can theorize that the churches were meant to contain the pale origins; out of the seven churches, six were destroyed during the suzerain or the revolution
The phasmid and whatever other lifeforms itâs communicated with believe that entroponetic collapse is comparable to an oxygen holocaust (i.e. the great oxygenation event), implying mass extinction due to a toxic overabundance of sapient thought
Harry refers to it once by saying âThe wolf is at the door. Itâs going to eat the sun.â so take that as you will
Itâs likely that Tiagoâs âMotherâ is some manifestation from the pale, if you choose to believe that the 2mm hole is in fact a pale origin point (the concept art does confirm itâs a pale origin, but the game offers other explanations, so I wonât say itâs the only answer)
Inframaterialists believe that revolutionary action (NOT thought) may create a counter-force that will prevent the spread of pale; itâs unclear if any reversal is possible.
The world will be fully consumed by the pale in 27 years (I put it here because you may or may not believe that shivers and harry are reliably sourcing this information)
And now my personal speculation about the pale:
A quick and easy point: itâs confirmed that the pale has a measurable EMF âexhalationâ frequency that varies with proximity. Strong enough EMF pulses can actually tamper with magnetic storage- radiocomputer filaments! Electronics! Fortress Accident data loss! This gives us a tangible explanation for why pale can delete data :)
This may also explain its ability to cause radio interference- radio frequencies are just a subset of EMF frequencies, so itâs possible that pale exhalation on *just the right frequency* is whatâs responsible for the entroponetic crosstalk we get on radios sometimes
The pale canonically has an atomic structure, but it also has wave properties, so itâs possible that the pale has wave-particle duality on its subatomic level, like photons do
Based on this, entroponetics is likely a very similar field to quantum mechanics, which might be an interesting source of ideas for anyone (like me) who wants to explore pale-related possibilities
The pale could be a manifestation of raw patterns. Thatâs why math âforces dimensionsâ on it- it rationalizes or âtamesâ the patterns, which allows it to be manipulated to a certain degree.
There are several references to the pale that refer to mathematical concepts and patterns, saying that the world dissolves into âa tangle of azimuths and cosinesâ as it blends into the interisolary pale- more on this later
Steban comments that the pale is commonly theorized to be nostalgia or âhistorical inertiaâ, but itâs largely agreed that itâs âthe pastâ in a broad sense. Thinking about the idiom that history repeats itself, it could be that history/the past is part of the pattern that comprises the pale, and that itâs also the type of pattern most readily perceived by people (people donât viscerally *perceive* math, for example, but we experience memories)
To first define entropy: Chemically speaking, âthe measure of a systemâs thermal energy per unit temperature that is unavailable for doing useful work. (per encyclopedia britannica).â Physically speaking, itâs a measure of randomness or disorder in a system. Less work/less order = more entropy; itâs a physicochemical âwinding downâ of a given system
Itâs commonly thought that pale is the entropic force, but what if itâs the opposite? (Keep in mind the chemical definition: less ability to do work = more entropy) Consider: the pale as less entropic, a cleanup force, recycling the potential lost by death and destruction in the universe. This in part explains why a dead personâs memory is present in the pale- their potential has been recycled into the pale in the form of their memories (their lifeâs *pattern*)
Enthalpy is a related concept to entropy and is defined as the total energy contained within a system. Holding the system enthalpy constant- saying the universe will always have the same amount of total energy, no matter what, according to thermodynamics- results in an entropic tug-of-war between the pale and the world. The pale wins through sheer inertia (again, inertia is mentioned specifically in game)
Overall: think of the world as âcoolingâ, losing heat and energy through war and death and complacency. Think of the pale as steam and heat, melting down old materials to start it all over again. (Kim says, *through entroponetic interference*: âitâs been a long, cold winter.â)
Consider: the pale as a sinusoidal function, eternally repeating. The pale recycling the universe to start a new cycle, âspendingâ itself, resulting in pale not being present in the beginning. Then, as the new things begin to settle- with the advent of the human mind, specifically- the pale reforming, slowly reclaiming potential, eventually ending the cycle to start again.
In comes CCP and magpies. Consider: CCP as a backwards transmission from the next âcycleâ (after all, pale has no sense of time). Magpies as *pattern-sensitive* people who are able to decode CCP into something useful called novelty. They reach into the potential of the next cycle to build the potential in their current one- this paradox could be what creates more pale, because (and this is where it gets weird, I apologize) doing this retroactively increases the total amount of energy/work/potential in the current cycle to have been reclaimed by the pale for the next one.
Think of the pale as the compost bin for every single thought in the universe. The pale is the exact right size to compost every little atom and thought in the universe, and can hold nothing extra. But magpies reach into the future, the next cycle, and bring in extra. This paradox forces the pale to grow to accommodate the additional material, which also increases the starting potential of the next cycle. This process allows each cycle to accumulate minor changes from the previous one, which can snowball over many cycles.
Furthermore, to the inframaterialistsâ point: revolutionary action would be such a radical shift in inertia that it would increase the potential in the world, forcing the pale to pause/shrink to âbalance the equationâ in terms of pale-vs-world thermodynamics. So maybe theyâre right after all :)
And some diagramming, to explain the utter bullshit Iâve just dropped:
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so. let's talk about that episode shall we?
major ii 17 spoilers under the cut, and lots of theories. read at your own risk.
divider by strangergraphics âźâË
I have no idea what to even think about that episode. I watched this at about 8 in the morning my time, and now I am in shambles and have been for the last several hours. I'm going to dump all my theories in this one blog post.
my first topic, and the elephant in the room - THIS IS NOT THE LAST ACT. NO WAY.
I've seen people asking if this is the last act and therefore the last ever episode in the series, and to that I say... obviously not. there's still so many plot points to be resolved.
like, for example, why would they add in a scene of the prime shimmers going to the contestant grounds if they weren't going to do something for it later?
yes I know that they were already used as merely a small plot device to allow the episode to progress, but when you think of it in the grand scheme of things there must be something more to it.
also, and - I may be going crazy here - but there might possibly be some sort of parallel of when cobs tells mephone to go "home" with him. we now know that all those previous theories of mephone being made with the shimmer egg are correct, because of fan. since that is the case, I feel like it would make sense for mephone's true home to be with the prime shimmer, right?
I feel like this could be a plot point in the next act. mephone feels more at home with the prime shimmer than he does with cobs (obviously). he would meet them and realise he feels strangely connected to them, and then he figures everything out which leads up to him discovering his true family. and I hope cobs rots and dies FOREVERRR
another point to add onto this is that remember how soap and mic took that photo together in the last episode?
well, soap was going through her recently deleted.
on apple (and I'm assuming meeple as well) devices, it takes 30 days for photos in the recently deleted photo to be fully erased from the device. before that, you can restore and fully erase as many photos as you like.
at the end of this episode when everything created by melife has been erased, baxter is seen walking up to soap's phone here.
in a scene where everything is gone, don't you think this is weirdly symbolic? they didn't have any other reason to show this which leads up to the next theory.
mephone is most likely going to find a way to bring everyone back through some way, and it might be through this system. I'm not saying I know how he's gonna do it, but this will totally be some sort of factor in the next act. hopefully.
second topic - what about bow and bot?
and I know what you all are thinking. I know that bow is definitely not gone, since she obviously isn't supported by melife anymore. (I'm a little curious, bow mentioned that she can't escape the confines of purgatory mansion, but since now that's been deleted, would she be able to roam free? just a thought...)
the same could be said for bot, since they were made by fan and test tube and not by melife. but there's been some speculation going around saying that since bot was made out of materials from test tube's lab, they would be deleted too right?
I actually think that's not necessarily the case.
we have no idea if test tube's materials or her lab was made out of things generated by melife. for all we know, she could have ordered the mechanical parts from overseas. she could have dug up the space she needed for the lab herself.
all we know is that the locations made for the game itself are generated by melife. however, test tube's lab has really nothing to do with the contest because it is its own thing.
so I think this entire theory is genuinely plausible. bot might still be out there somewhere, and I'm not going to say on the invitational island because we don't know if that entire thing was deleted too or just the floor's face. they genuinely might be making their way over to the season 2 grounds right now, wondering what is going on.
which could possibly make way for a bow and bot meeting, AND they might team up too to save the day!! that definitely feels like a direction that adam would be going for, and I personally would totally stand for it.
third topic - can mephone X be avoided or stopped somehow?
here's what I'm thinking.
lightbulb actually managed to dodge mephone X here, and even though yes she did get got in the end, you can at least delay the process or maybe even outrun them altogether.
there must be a reason as to why only the person who is being targeted can see mephone X, but that's a theory for another day.
now, this part is less of a theory and more of an idea - that is supported by numerous twitter posts - but what if you are able to see mephone X with another me device thingy?
think about it, what if taking a picture or just going through the camera app enables others to see them, therefore allowing the contestants to potentially disable mephone X for good?
assuming my theory is correct and they do come back somehow, I doubt that adam forgot about this plothole completely. there must be more significance to this in the future.
we all know how the main writing team writes. they think of everything, down to the small details, and the reference previous things that were thought to be insignificant before!! reminds me of bfdi in a way.
fourth topic - misc stuff/yapping
and well of course I had to dedicate an entire section to just my yapping alone. I know I'm still pretty new to blogging, I don't have many posts yet, but I think it's worth it to just leave my thoughts out here for people to cry over also.
firstly... OJ and paper's last conversation was an argument. lol!! XD!! also it was so funny as to how paper got so ticked off after salt said OJ is her boyfriend. I understand that he might have still felt pretty heated after everything that had been going on, + the argument they had earlier. and I know that OJ is very important to paper. but I still think it was really hilarious. some could say jealous. "he's not your boyfriend he was MINE!!"
ALSO!!! also also also THIS fucking scene...
this is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life man. what the fuck. imagine if slasher movies were like this... like jigsaw or something. if I saw this in a slasher movie I would be terrified for my LIFE (something these contestants don't have).
I really really liked the scene where paintbrush was crying over lightbulb btw. jazzy did an amazing job at that, and they said that they didn't even cry to be able to voice it!! she's a very talented va, I aspire to be like her someday...
another thing I wanted to mention is this tweet made by brian a while ago (screenshot I nabbed from me_phone4 on twitter) yes this is absolutely going to be for inanimate insanity. no questions asked. hope is on the horizon guys.
ok I think that is the end of this post. likes and reblogs are appreciated, and also reblog if you want to add onto my theories later!
for now, signing off!! - CURSED MAGICIAN
#stage.drive#osc#osc community#object show#object shows#inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity act 2#ii#ii osc#ii2 17#ii 17#ii 17 spoilers#osc discussion#ii discussion#ii predictions#fan theories#ii theory
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What if the Imperials Were the Rebels?
So I was thinking about if Star Wars had a âWhat If?â series like Marvel does, and I starting thinking about how some characters part of the Empire would be the rebels in another universe. I found it pretty interesting (and Star Wars should really do a âWhat If?â series), so here are my own versions of what roles I think the Imperials would play if they were the ones fighting in the Rebellion (and Palpatine is still Palpatine). (I didnât include Kallus because he did defect to be a rebel in canon, so in my AU he would possibly remain an Imperial, as this focuses more on people who never defected and stayed loyal in the canon universe.) Iâll discuss just a few characters below and my thoughts on them.
Feel free to let me know your own thoughts and ask about any Imperial characters I didnât discuss! I'll write small fics for them one day!!
Darth Vader: He would remain Anakin Skywalker in my AU, helping to lead the rebellion. Also being one of the Jedi part of the Rebellion, he helps to fight against the Inquisitors and lead the Rebellion towards the right path. The Empire had taken his master, padawan, son, and daughter away from him years ago and had assassinated the love of his life; he would do anything to bring them down. Is also one of the strongest pilot fighters the rebellion has.
Wilhuff Tarkin: I imagined Tarkin as like an individual similar to Commander Sato from Rebels and General Dodonna from the original trilogy/Rebels. He leads one of the main rebellion fleets and is highly respected as a commander. Was offered a position in the Empire but had immediately refused in its early days, not wishing to serve under this new regime. Has led many of the rebel attacks against the Empire with many success rates.
Thrawn: As a general and a pilot fighter in the rebellion, Thrawn leads one of the powerful squadrons in the rebellion. Often comes up with many of the attack strategies when preparing for an ambush, and is ready to command and attack when the Empire gets a level up on them. Often feuds with Hera Syndulla, one of the most powerful admirals and TIE fighter pilot in the Empire.
Orson Krennic: An engineer and a rebel commander, Krennic has helped design many of the weapons and starfighters the rebellion uses against the Empire. Has led many rebel fleet attacks while stationed in the base, helping to direct the fleet to their target.
Inquisitors: I viewed them as the Jedi of the Rebellion, as characters like Ezra, Kanan, Cal, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, and other Jedi alive during this time would be the Inquisitors. They would be spread around in the galaxy, continuing to help keep up the fight against the Empire and protect young Force-sensitives from the hands of the Inquisitors. Have all met Anakin Skywalker and would follow him into battle any day.
Morgan Elsbeth: I felt like thinking about her and how she would potentially fit into this AU, as she did basically design those TIE fighters that Thrawn adores so much while she worked inside the Empire, as seen in Tales of the Empire. Morgan would be an engineer like Krennic, focusing her designs primarily on the starfighters for the rebellion to help them succeed. Has worked with Thrawn and designed the fighters for his squadron, watching the fight from the ground. The Republic was responsible for the execution of her native people, and now that it had become the tyrannical Empire, her only wish was to destroy it.
Edmon Rampart: I based this off some of the theories I would read about Rampart potentially becoming like Kallus and turning around to become a rebel, but we saw where that went lol. I see Rampart as one of the rebels part of the Alliance who had escaped the Empire after being caught by Hera Syndulla, conveying a lot of important information to the rebellion while remaining in an Imperial position. He has helped lead many rebel attacks and add successful strategies in the fight.
Royce Hemlock: You may be thinking, how does someone like Hemlock become a rebel? When I was thinking about this AU based off his skills and use to the Empire, I thought of him as being a lead medical doctor in the rebellion and partly an engineer, using his skills for healing and designing useful assets and weapons for the rebellion to take advantage of. Had not gotten expelled from the Republic Science Corps in this AU, but was forcefully kept in a secret facility for Palpatineâs wants after the fall of the Republic, and managed to escape. Not much of a direct fighter but knows how to handle a blaster, would rather stick to the base instead of being up with the pilots, but would do anything to make sure the Empire meets its demise.
Eli Vanto: A commander of another rebel fleet, and Thrawnâs partner in many of the rebel attacks and strategy meetings, Eli is respected for being the one to find out many of the Empireâs secrets through his spies scattered around the galaxy and his own aspirations to perform deep research into the Empireâs hidden goals. Used to only be a minor commander in the rebellion until Thrawn took note of his skills and Tarkin found him worthy of promotion to do more for the rebellionâs military.
let me know your thoughts and hopefully you found this interesting!
#star wars#what if#star wars rebels#the bad batch#star wars original trilogy#rogue one#tales of the empire#thrawn novels#ahsoka series#darth vader#anakin skywalker#wilhuff tarkin#grand admiral thrawn#thrawn#orson krennic#director krennic#inquisitors#grand inquisitor#morgan elsbeth#edmon rampart#royce hemlock#eli vanto#thranto#sw tbb#tbb#hera syndulla#thrawn trilogy#thrawn books#mitthrawnuruodo#ahsoka show
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Just a little palette cleanser after the wild day yesterday, and what I anticipate (might) be a pretty interestinggg week.
I want to add a few things as well:
I am not going to be talking about JD anymore unless we get SOLID confirmation something is going on with him and N. I can't stress this enough though (I WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY SHOCKED IF THEY WERE DATING). If you read between the lines just a little bit with the publicly available information regarding JD and what we know about N, you would understand why I have come to that conclusion. However, I am not going to specify about that anymore here, you are free to do some research though if you would like through SM. DO NOT LEAVE ANY COMMENTS THOUGH ON ANYONE'S PAGES, PLEASEEEEE.
I want to paint a little picture for you on what I think is going on (just a theory of course):
SOOOO many things played out on a VERY public stage for L/N during the PR tour for like 6 months. And they were NOT subtle about their feelings for each other, which is why a lot of us are still here on the ship. However, the situation was pretty messy BTS (particularly for L). I talked a lot about my theories on that here. Sooooo, I think L/N might have taken some space after the London premiere to process a lot of things, and I think things were quickly unraveling with A. The Italy bday trip bs was the last straw, there was a HUGE falling out of some sort, and L and N started talking/hanging out again and something shifted (in a positive way for us Lukola fans), and tbh this shift has probably been bubbling for a while. Then N proceeded to post all those L coded crumbs (and tbf, this man is ALL over her grid and L is okay with it apparently, she's been sending a message for a while if you put the full picture together). N has ALWAYS been private about this part of her life since being in the entertainment field, but for L, she isn't. Just think about that for a second. Why might this be? I'll let you come to your own conclusions on that... So how do the JD pics fit into all of this? Well, I think this theory sums up my thoughts pretty well. I think the pics served as a distraction to take the heat off of L (and L/N) because of all the hate and attention L is still getting because of his personal life. We know N is very protective of the people she cares about (and I think she REALLY loves L and knows he's going through a really hard time rn), and so she coordinated for the pics to be released early this week to get some of the attention off of him and onto her for a change. And JD is a good friend, so agreed to it, and will get some exposure from this which could help his career a little since he doesn't have the same level of "stardom" as N. I think the pics might have also served as a statement of sorts that a lot of the hate towards L was totally unwarranted and not justified. She can do something VERY similar to his "papgate", and not get the same type of hate. Lastly, I talked about my thoughts on a lot of the recent L coded crumbs from N here. My thoughts really haven't changed. N is VERY tuned in to the fandom, and wanted us to know about her mans y'all. If she was with someone else, she wouldn't have posted WHAT she has posted since the Italy bday trip. She can definitely be a little shady sometimes, but she is NOT cruel. Why would she kick him when he's down? She wouldn't! Sooooo, everything else we've seen the last week is kind of just smoke and mirrors imo.
One more thing, please remember to critically analyze all sources of information. Look at the FULL picture of everything before jumping to any conclusions.
I've had a lot of thoughts the last couple of days, so I wanted to get it all out. Just my thoughts of course, but I don't think there's any real reason to freak out right now.
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rolls up sleeves. today's short guys.
the short brought me SO much to think about â particularly, how the news outlets DO exist in the outernet, and how the showdown was seen from the stickcity â which does confirm that if they were around, it was impossible for vic not to see at least bits of it before.
so in this post i am . once again . compiling my thoughts into a big victim theory that tied in my Head
victim theory: the point the show went down
again. warning this is me going on a RAMBLE that is so insane that i constantly switch from one topic to another. expect insanity
in case i interpret something incorrectly in your opinion, or forget a major detail â feel completely free to add on! my memory is horrible
so. presenting the thing that the outernet and the internet are connected with each other, yet still have a barrier in-between them there is a possibility of outernet citizens not having access to it full-time. at the same time, so much stuff is digitally reliant on pc tech that i doubt outernet sticks wouldnt know about it at all
im thinking that when victim has been âunsavedâ, one way or another â they couldve gotten into the outernet, also one way or another (this is a raw supposition that it would happen that early but). which made them separated from the pc/internet in the first place â severing them from knowing about how things really work there aside from what they learned when needed to survive, as well as knowing about the existence of other cursors.
and given the last, when showdown happened â this was their first cue to become involved in the whole hollowhead tragedy. a thing they didn't know before due to being out of the pc â which was also the point where they became obsessed with revenge.
we now DO know that the outernet has news outlets; whether they saw it on the news or themselves, this was their first step into getting revenge. (at the same time, seeing it on the news would sort of? elaborate on why rocket tech most likely also streams news n such. perhaps as some weird kind of thanks "for showing me where my torturer was" or, perhaps, wanting others to see what has been going on too/how much of a danger cursors are. it would support the freedom guy=victim theory just a tad bit if victim Did care about stick rights prior showdown)
(another point â i must mention that we now know that sticks have phones, and most likely their own in-gadget social media now â but we don't know if they have the same internet as humans do. honestly the whole reason why the theory of sticks not having full access to internet didn't crumble yet.)
going to investigate, either by themselves or having already been in rocket â they could've possibly found the tech dark owned (as well as the mega blaster that literally shoots things in the ip sky) and, importantly, dark's own portals to the internet â and perhaps, have used them, for minor things and scraps or, something bigger. like actual travel.
whether by connecting the cursor with alan or not, by the point of them getting into the internet they DEFINITELY saw what happened with them, chosen, dark. (ava 4 as well, but it is talked about later.)
and thats the point where theyd get the adobe tools = i believe they would have to go to a pc to get them, but i also am not against the possibility of them just. downloading it cracked or something. they got the tools and. if thats the point where they left the pc/internet and didnt come back (perhaps, danger of another user) it mightve been the reason they didnt know about the powers of second.
this whole thing elaborates on why they found the showdown in chosens memories first â having seen what happened, they wanted to fully understand what went down â perhaps where such power came from. it was kind of.. impossible to see sec from such distance? and there werent any news outlets seen next to the showdown site itself, which could explain why they didnt know about secs powers once again.
the thing that makes me doubt this in a way is the reason why they didn't go to alan right away, having acquired the adobe tools. but there is a thing i believe might explain that â victim saw, and realized that chosen, dark and them are peas of the same pod; that they managed to destroy alan's computer â and that they don't have such power to do the same ÂŻâ \â _â (:{)â _â /â ÂŻ
having came back to the outernet, with the adobe tools â they might've started to enact the plan of getting revenge by gaining power that they first lacked, now especially that they had some tools to do so. them getting the instruments that outernet citizens didn't have before, perhaps didn't fully know about â they could've been seen as someone who brought something special to the outernet. they could've been a person that, aside from revenge, would want to protect sticks (it would genuinely clash with how they treated chosen, but at the same time i can believe it was their own anger of not getting what chosen "had". power and ability to get revenge on their creator.) â being seen as some sort of saviour or, at least, someone powerful â this is how they could've gotten up the career stairs of rocketcorp in the first place.
what makes me think of the box episode â this could've been the point they have acquired enough power to challenge alan, causing them to FINALLY hang up posters after 5 years (sorry it just tied in so well in my mind thats why i capitalized it. like holy shit thats the reason for posters being late as shit)
knowing about the showdown, they wouldn't put up dark as well, whether she was mia or . yknow.
what EXACTLY the power to challenge an animator, a god requires. oh this is a brainworm of mine.
knowing about the showdown#2, perhaps having investigated it itself â could bring back the theory of dark being captured by rocket and, perhaps, being in her weak state â used by victim in order to gain more power that they lacked. victim could've known about how challenging dark was to beat + how chosen and dark managed to destroy chosen's computer = a recipe to gain power to go at alan themselves.
and have finally gained enough power, whether with dark or not â they could've went for chosen, who WAS active â and difficult to beat.
finally being ready to go at alan, they went to get the only person alive that was connected to him.
i could also bring in the fact that they COULD'VE possibly tried to go at chosen for using his own powers for themselves as well â at the possibility of them being "good and powerful" in the eyes of society, being a "saviour" â capturing a well-known terrorist, moreover brainwashing citizens (a raw assumption, but perhaps even rocket) into thinking that they need to get him to get revenge on a person that murders sticks â that it is something that they were okay with doing. at the hands of their own, bitter desire for revenge.
one thing that contrasts it all, however â showdown has happened when ava4 already happened. and in case victim went to investigate their roots â it would've been impossible for them not to know about sec. but at the same time, orange used his own wit (and a small sprinkle of chosen silhouette flashing) to try and defeat noogai â and he didn't !! alan has trapped and spared him on his own !! which could've made them think it's not someone worth paying attention to, someone isn't powerful enough that they may need.
i must mention that it is possible for victim to gain the adobe tools without looking at the hollowhead's history after they were created at the time. for example, stealing the app and not opening youtube to do so, lol â but the whole existence of alan's tv makes it at the same time impossible, and at the same time â so confusing on why victim did not know about sec's powers.
im clutching my pearls . oh god this is so long
im going ins
i would APPRECIATE ALL of your input!!!
#animator vs animation#alan becker#animation vs minecraft#animation vs animator#storgesinsaneramblings#ava theory#artofstorge#dark being held in rocket amphibia marcy wu style when
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TADC Headcanon/Theoryish: How Long was Everyone in the Game?
Just something I was thinking about. Now...I think this can still apply to the theory that years in the game could be minutes in the real world. I don't subscribe to the theory, but feel free to use this for your own thoughts. Because...really, even if time works differently in the game, all that matters is that the characters still experienced the time lapse.
Any hoodles, onwards!
(Disclaimer: Pomni won't be included because it is canonical that she's been in the game for three days; maybe less than a week if some time have passed between Ep2 and Ep3)
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Before we get to the nitty-gritty, lets first familiar ourselves who was in the game the longest to shortest (translation: who was able to keep going without Abstracting) plus current age since both can help gauging.
Kinger: 48 (First and Longest Surviving Member)
Ragatha: 30 (Second Longest Surviving Member; Note she's not the second to be stuck in the game)
Jax: 22
Gangle: 26 (It was Jax who gave her the name)
Zooble: 22 1/2 (Aside from Pomni, they spent the shortest amount of time)
Okay, with that out of the way, let's begin.
Kinger: At least 20 years, 23 at max when considering his seven year education in computer science. (which could fall in line with the idea that the game was made/came into existence in the 1990s/2000s)
Ragatha: 10 years, give or take
Jax: At least 5 years, maybe 7 (So, that would mean that he was a high schooler when he got sucked in. He gave me punk kid/juvenile delinquent vibes)
Gangle: I wanna say she came around about a year or two later after Jax.
Zooble: Less than a year. Their mannerisms during the therapy session gave me vibes of someone who wasn't a newbie, but not entirely integrated into their new environment.
I also wanted to add that, including Queenie and Kaufmo, there were at least 11 other players (so...possibly more), all of which had Abstracted. I won't attempt to guess the others since we don't know anything except for the only named two.
Queenie: She's at least one of the earliest victims. I wanna wager she was the second to be sucked in along with Kinger. As for when she Abstracted...I wanna say maybe a few years after getting sucked in. Maybe after witnessing others Abstracting.
Kaufmo: I wanna place his arrival between Ragatha and Jax, if not after Jax. Everyone (including Jax) was affected by Kaufmo's Abstraction, surprised that it happened. Maybe he was the longest lasting member (aside from Kinger) to have not Abstracted. Of course, it could be that they have assumed that Kaufmo was less likely to Abstract because of his personality (you know what they say about people who smile the most). Or both.
#the amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus thoughts#the amazing digital circus headcanons#the amazing digital circus theory#pomni#the amazing digital circus pomni#tadc pomni#kinger#tadc kinger#the amazing digital circus kinger#ragatha#tadc ragatha#the amazing digital circus ragatha#tadc jax#jax#the amazing digital circus jax#tadc gangle#gangle#the amazing digital circus gangle#tadc zooble#the amazing digital circus zooble#zooble#tadc queenie#the amazing digital circus queenie#tadc kaufmo#the amazing digital circus kaufmo#kaufmo
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hello hi here to force strange thoughts into your brain once again, this time about jrwi (wow who couldâve guessed)
been thinking about this for a little but itâs basically what i think some campaigns would be if not podcasts, i havenât listened to some of the older ones so iâm sorry theyâre not on here :(( if you have any ideas feel free to add them btw :DD
RIPTIDE!!!!! - really long animated series
not an anime though, no matter how much grizzly wants it, it would be an animation style where the characters could have very clearly different nose, face and body shapes, really pushing my riptide nose agenda here sorry, each episode would be like 20-40 minutes long and instead of coming out in seasons there would be massive gaps in between episodes, from 2-6 months long, to leave time for writers and animators to get stuff done (massive team of animators btw, i feel like it would be pretty successful)
PRIME DEFENDERS!! - comics
literally nothing else they could be, just really well made, well performing comics (iâve already talked about this before you can stalk my talk tag if you really want to find it lmao), the comic company making them would be keeping well away from movies n shit btw
APOTHEOSIS!!! - i wasnât really sure about this one to be honest
i had to ask my friend and she said anime which i donât agree with but i can see it, i think maybe a short book series where each book is 150 - 300 pages and is about a different god they have to kill/a different episode, i think that works but if anyone has any better ideas please tell me :D!!
BLOOD IN THE BAYOU!!! - i hate to say it, i really doâŠ
bitb would be a really long really good 80s horror book with strong homoerotic undertones, a satisfied fanbase and lots of active members in the community making fan comics, films, writing, theories and art ect⊠until well after the book came outâŠâŠâŠ.. and then it would be made into the most egregious and awful live action movie you have ever seen, the most awful casting (like chris pratt as officer dudesâŠ.. throws up) and even worse sfx, oh yeah and the characters would be ruined and the story would become so butchered it wouldnât make sense, they would do some shit like cut out becky so kian just kisses some random lady (removing both a really good and well written character and a layer of kianâs character that i think is super important) and make rolan really be an evil bug spy the whole time so rand has to kill him to save the town also add in a whole new sub plot that never existed like the rand family is secretly a long line of bug alien hunters or something fucking stupid like that and the entire fanbase would murder whoever thought re-writing the story was a good idea (ahaha can you tell ive been through something like this before ahahaha, character morals and motives being removed and whatnot ahahahhahahaha.)
anywaysâŠâŠâŠ
THE SUCKENING!!! - live action series
it would be well made though, unlike the bitb movie it would be its own original thing, have great makeup and effects also be well casted and well shot, well written, ect ect, it would bloody and gory and not suitable for people who canât handle showing bones and organs all over everywhere, lots of shitty rip off merch would be made though and the fandom would be 99% gay little freaks (normal suckening enjoyers) and 1% homophobic straight white men who get mad whenever they see soda and emizel having gay sex on screen or whatever fag shit that biting thing was
again feel free to add your thoughts and ideas and shit in the reblogs it would be nice to read them :DD!!
#red rambles relentlessly#jrwi show#jrwi pd#the suckening#jrwi riptide#jrwi apotheosis#jrwi bitb#jrwi spoilers#jrwi the suckening#jrwi prime defenders#bitb spoilers#suckening spoilers#i think i wrote some shit that could be considered spoilers in those two sections#definitely the bitb one#which i definitely didnât base around a certain netflix adaptation of one of my old favourite books cough cough#I HATE THAT FILM SO MUCH WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO SOPHIES CHARACTER SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BITCH STOP TRYING TO MAKE HER NICE#anyways like maybe one person who sees this post will know what thatâs referencing#and i will admit the books werenât perfect but at least the characterisation made sense#red hall of fame
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I know this is a boring convo for yall. But Jimin literally sees JK likes his brother from another mom. Nothing he said about his album or during the show adds up to your theory of them being boyfriends. Dont forget he said whether he can even love someone (i didnt saw any Jikookers mentioning it as it wasn't translation error or album theme but his irl words) I don't think JK remotely comes to his ideal type nor he have that type of feelings for JK. I'm not talking about goofy talks they do for a lil funny moment infront of cam. But the real Park Jimin behind the cam totally sees JK as his brother.
Boring? No, id love a boring ask. Annoying and repetitive? Yes.
Are you trying to change my mind? Why? What does it matter to you? What you think of their relationship doesn't matter to me.
This post, also for you
Because the whole "your theory" comment. Bitch I KNOW you didn't read my posts. Especially because of your "I didn't see any jikookers mentioning it" comment. Because I did. And I even highlighted it in red. Sooooo take your stupid ass opinions to your own blog. Or at least to jikookers who are doing whatever the fuck you are accusing them of. Or at a very bare minimum, read the posts about the theories you are mentioning in the blog you decide to message. Because all this does is make me roll my eyes at you. Zero of any kind of productive conversation with this sort of ask.
I can't and won't give a shit about your opinions, if you won't give a shit about mine, by actually reading them.
Fascinating you know the real park Jimin behind the cameras. I hope you share your thoughts with him, not me next time. Thanks.
The funny little moments in front of the cam, like asking for kisses....
Jimins type in girl as per early year interview
Cute, shorter than him, long hair, nice
Jimins type in boys as per interviews....
Oh wait, why would they ever ask him that. Lol but he has been pretty clear with hints towards queerness/bi-ness. And he has stayed at one point to JK that JK is his type.... So perhaps next time you meet up with Jimin IRL, since you know him and all, make more an effort to get to know him better? Idk
Normally I'd just ignore you, but I'm so tired of all this bullshit. Take it to someone who cares.
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People with complex dissociative disorders often have difficulty processing or expressing emotions. This can look like any number of things. For example:
Emotions being dramatically dissociated into individual parts, such that a host part feels limited to no emotion, but there exists another part who does nothing but cry, and a part who feels such incandescent rage that they are unable to function properly
Emotions being muted and difficult to parse from each other; alexithymia stemming from trauma / abuse
Emotions being largely dissociated, with random bursts of emotion that are scary and overwhelming
Emotions being very sharp and present, but jumbled and often in combination with each other. This may create an impression of being flaky, fickle, or difficult to please
Emotions cycling too rapidly to properly identify them or process how they are affecting individual parts or the system at large
This is a non-exhaustive list. Feel free to add on your own experiences.
For those who are interested, I also have some resources for emotion regulation, as well as some free strategies shared by my therapist, under the cut.
First, I know this has been said before but it really does work wonders, you need to pay attention to your vulnerability factors. Vulnerability factors are elements of your environment or internal experience that make it more difficult to self-regulate. A somewhat common community term for these is forks (in relation to the spoon theory). Common vulnerability factors include lack of sleep, hunger, and needing to use the restroom. Adequately caring for your body's physical needs allows for more complete emotion regulation and more energy to go toward emotion processing when it's needed. If you are sleep deprived, for example, and then become triggered, you're already expending so much energy just to maintain functionality that you're less likely to be able to prevent yourself from doing something you'll regret, like snapping at a partner.
I'm also happy to provide an overview of a few emotion regulation tools from Dialectical Behavioral Therapy.
Positive Psychology has a set of three emotional intelligence worksheets (link) that are a good jumping-off point for exploring where you're at in that regard and strengthening your emotional intelligence skills. The emotion regulation questionnaire (link) is a clinical tool that can also provide some insight.
First, there's the STOP skill. STOP stands for Stop, Take a Step Back, Observe, and Proceed Mindfully.
When you feel overwhelmed by your emotions, or think they may be at risk of controlling you, force yourself to freeze in place. This prevents you from acting impulsively and doing something you'll regret. Try to name the emotion(s) you're feeling as descriptively as possible.
Then take a step back and give yourself some time to contemplate the situation with a little space from it. It's not often that you have to make a split-second decision based on limited information, so don't try to force yourself to do so.
Take in as much information as you can about the events taking place around you. Ask questions of other people in the situation with you. Try not to jump to conclusions, or listen to your automatic negative thoughts, which are based on an outdated belief system.
Use questions like "what are my goals in this situation?" and "how can my decisions impact the outcome?" to guide your decision-making process as you proceed.
Then there's the Opposite Action skill. This is the one that I use the most in my daily life, as a person with Borderline Personality Disorder. Opposite Action encourages you to reject the impulses you feel when you experience a strong emotion, and to instead do something that is the opposite of that. A few examples (mostly dealing with anger, because that's where I use this skill the most):
When I feel frustrated or angry with a console video game, I want to throw the controller, so the opposite action I choose is to press the buttons very gently and deliberately, without force. (Consequently, I also notice more success when I do this!)
When I feel angry with my partner's behavior, I want to yell at xem or say something that will hurt xem, so the opposite action that I choose is to gently explain my feelings and ask them to explain what happened from their perspective.
When I feel ashamed of something that has happened to me, I want to isolate and hide from the world, so the opposite action I choose is to share my feelings (and the event, if I feel capable) with someone I trust and love.
The last skill I want to overview is Cope Ahead. This is a skill in which you practice ahead of time to figure out how you'll deal with a situation when it arises.
Step 1: Identify a situation that may cause you discomfort or strong emotions. I generally prefer to be more on the vague side, because details will vary and that allows me to get more mileage out of my cope ahead, but you should do it however is most helpful for you. Make sure you check the facts and carefully identify the emotions that might arise and interfere with your skills.
Step 2: Pick out your coping and problem-solving skills ahead of time. This is where Cope Ahead gets its name. You identify a situation and then decide in advance how you're going to react to it, allowing yourself to rehearse the possibilities and decrease the chances of acting impulsively*.
Step 3: Imagine yourself in the situation. Picture yourself going through it in the first person, not as though you're watching a film about yourself.
Step 4: Rehearse your reactions to the situation and any strong emotions it may bring up. Rehearse your thoughts and behaviors. Practice coping effectively until you feel like you can ace it. Do this in as many sessions as you need.
Step 5: REST! Do something that brings you peace to care for yourself after each session.
*Impulsive behavior is something with which many people with BPD struggle, and DBT was originally developed to treat BPD, despite its applications in other fields.
Sources:
DBT Tools (link)
Positive Psychology (linked above)
My therapist (can't link that one, sorry)
Also, I've taken DBT twice through and am licensed to teach it.
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EUCLID ANALYSIS.
Told you guys it was coming, didn't I? I apologise that this has taken a bit longer than expected, my mental health hit me like a bullet train, but I do hope it's sufficient.
Part one -> You're already here!
Part two -> Line by line analysis part 1
Part three -> Line by line analysis part 2
Part four -> Musical/intrumental notes
Part five -> The Night in Sleep Token
Part six -> Conclusion
Please note this is a general analysis. Although I do go into theories, both my own and others, this is just general thoughts. Also note when I speak of Vessel, I mean Vessel as a character, not the person, unless I specifically state so.
Tagline: @rilllvri @a-s-levynn @fivewholeminutes @euclidsvessel @tonguetyd @moonchild-in-blue @kkarmatic @branches-in-a-flood
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Let's start off with the basics. âEuclidâ is the anglicised version of the Greek name EukleĂdes (ÎáœÎșλΔίΎηÏ), mainly known via the ancient Greek mathematician Euclid of Alexandria, who is seen as the âfather of geometryâ, and most famous for his work on symmetry. Its general definition is something or someone who is renowned and or glorious (A) and the lesser known definition is something that is a copy of the same (B) (taken from Euclidâs ideas on symmetry), which weâll come back to in a bit.
However, there is another Euclid in history that weâll be referencing; Euclid of Megara. This Euclid, similar to our mathematician, was an ancient Greek Socratic (having been a pupil of Socrates) philosopher. Iâll be taking part of a text out of his Wikipedia article since his ideas have been explained thoroughly there.
(we'll be coming back to him soon)
First off, this is an incredibly interesting choice of name for a song. Outside of someone's maths and philosophy class, this name doesn't exist to most, so the fact it's been chosen at all is intriguing.
Vessel has shown time and time again he enjoys sometimes elaborate references in his art, an example being chemistry and biology in TPWBYT (most notable would probably be âTelomeresâ), so, I think it would be easy to say that, whether it be a reference to Euclid the Mathematician or Euclid the philosopher, that said reference is understood and intended by Vessel.
So, let's start with our mathematician, shall we?
What I find interesting about Euclid of Alexandria is that his life and existence outside of his work on geometry is almost completely unknown. There's almost nothing known of him, as a person, other than where he spent half of his career (Alexandria; Egypt, hence his title), where he may have studied (Platonic academy) and a general idea of when he lived (around 300BC). What is known about this insanely famous man who created the foundations of symmetry is incredibly barebones. People take Euclid at face value for his work, just like Vessel (both as an artist, and a character).
Further, we, as listeners, don't have much of an understanding of who Vessel is other than being a mouthpiece of a deity known as Sleep, someone once human now grasping at the threads of humanity and someone sharing some of his struggles in life (both with Sleep and unknown people). Like Euclid, he is barebones, we take him at face value; a vessel. He is both a mouthpiece for Sleep, a mouthpiece for his own emotions (obviously) and a mouthpiece for us. His experiences transcend being just his, due to his anonymity, therefore allowing us to connect and express our own experiences. It's music for the sake of music; expression.
Now, having talked through Euclid as a person, it's time to talk about Euclid and his symmetry. Symmetry in shapes is 'reflections, rotations, translations, and combinations of these basic operations. Under an isometric transformation, a geometric object is said to be symmetric if, after transformation, the object is indistinguishable from the object before the transformation- a copy of the sameâ. So, of course, this means shapes like squares, rectangles, parallelograms and circles. Circles are a representation of infinity, wholeness, unity and loops. What does Euclid do? Loop itself (starts and ends with B major, which also happens to be the same chord that TNDNBTG starts with), and loops the three albums together, musically and lyrically.
Now, onto Euclid of Megara.
Euclid was born in Megara, Athens and was a follower of Socrates (sneaking into Athens to hear him speak, and he was also present during his death). He is most known for his philosophy that good is the knowledge of simply being and that the opposite of good does not exist, aka evil. The Good is described to be a perfect, eternal, and changeless Form, existing outside space and time. A form of Heaven without a God.
This idea could be linked lore-wise with Sleep Token; Sleep could, in a way, be The Good literally. Bliss. Further, with the idea that there is no actual opposite of good, then how can anything be bad? How can Sleep, as a deity, have bad intentions if there is no actual evil?
So far, with these two notable figures in mind, we can perceive Euclid as one of two ways (and there are more ways to come). Euclid can be seen as quite literally being a form of symmetry; a parallel that Vessel lays his life on because it brings all of the produced albums, all of his stories, together. Or, we can think of Euclid as Vessel. This brings me to @euclidsvessel's post on their theory on Euclid; what if Euclid was Vesselâs name before he became a vessel?
The theory that Euclid could be Vesselâs old name is not only extremely insightful, but very plausible as well. They explained their points very well in their original post, and I don't want to repeat what theyâve already said, so I do implore you to go read that! It's not detrimental to needing to understand this post, but I highly recommend it. Despite this, I am here to both support their argument and bring my own comparison. Take a look at the cover art for Euclid:
Let me repeat the lesser-known definition of Euclid; a copy of the same. A clone. A replacement. Held in the right hand is the decapitated head of Vessel's old (2nd gen.) mask. Specifically, the one that covers his mouth; the version that relinquishes the most amount of humanity. The album art is a representation of change portrayed in a symbolically gory way. Beheading, depending on the era youâre working from, symbolises both vengeance as well as a form of purification. By cutting off the head, you remove any âunholyâ thoughts. It's also among one of the most horrific and humiliating ways of killing someone (since it was typically done publicly, and sometimes the heads were placed on spikes of battlements as a warning).
Furthermore, there's a theory that's popped up a couple of times, lore-wise, that Vessel is not the first person to be turned into a vessel of Sleep, and he certainly won't be the last. So, considering the literal album art illustrates a replacement of Vessel, Iâd say that theory is pretty much confirmed. In conclusion, the album art can either be interpreted as how Vessel will eventually be discarded and replaced by another vessel, or how Vessel himself will change, for better or for worse; clawing out of his own skin to become âsomeone newâ.
So, to compare the idea of Euclid being Vesselâs old name, and to create the third perception of what or rather, who, Euclid is, what if Euclid will be the eventual replacement for Vessel?
#I would like to mention that the idea of a 'Euclid class object's floated around Reddit theories for Euclid as well#said objects are 'anomalies that are either insufficiently understood or inherently unpredictable'#I didn't include this because it's from SCP and I thought it highly unlikely that it could be a refrence to that#but then again; a lot of the lyrics refrence hardware and un-understandable things so I thought I'd say something about it#masaive thank you to Nine for spurring me on to continue writing this and eventually post it with their theory post#just a very big thank you to everybody on ST Tumblr who post any analysis bits because you all inspire me#with that said#I hope these will be interesting for you all <3#sleep token#st#mel's rambles#euclid#euclid sleep token#sleep token analysis#vessel#vessel sleep token#tmbte#sleep token tmbte#hiding in here that I felt a bit like Hamilton writing these#'John Jay got sick after writing five...James Madison wrote twenty nine...Hamilton wrote the oTHER FIFTY ONE'#apologies to anybody who reads that lmao
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Why not, yâknow?? :3c Letâs have some fun! Never done one these so go easy on me lmao. Feel free to reblog and ask away!
FF7 Ask List đ âïž
1. Gotta start with the obvious: favorite character? How come?
2. Favorite piece of music?
3. Favorite scene? What makes it so impactful to you?
4. Favorite installment in the compilation? (EC + AC included!)
5. Have you played every game? If so, wowsers! Respect!
6. Favorite ship? You into platonic stuff? No sweat! Favorite friendship?
7. On that note: favorite character interactions in general?
8. A line of dialogue you find hilarious? Heartbreaking?
9. Who do you consider the most âevilâ in FF7? Sephiroth? Jenova? Pres ShinRa? Hojo? Hollander? Lucrecia? Other?
10. Do you believe Sephiroth is being controlled? To what extent?
11. Most underrated character?
12. Most overrated character? (If you think one exists!)
13. Favorite location?
14. Favorite weapon?
15. Favorite member of AVALANCHE?
16. Favorite Turk?
17. Favorite enemy/monster?
18. Favorite DMW cutscene?
19. Favorite fanfic? Fanfics?
20. Have you seen Advent Children? Thoughts??
21. If you could have one plushie of a character, whoâd it be?
22. What is YOUR ideal Nibelheim fix-it? <3
23. If you could say one thing to one character, who and what would it be?
24. Who do you want to be real?
25. Would you want to be a SOLDIER? What color would you want your eyes?
26. What do you think is each of the First Classesâ favorite snack? (Yep yep we know Seph likes pasta shssjshhs)
27. What do you think is each of the First Classesâ favorite movie?
28. What do you think is each of the First Classesâ favorite song?
29. What do you think is each of the First Classesâ favorite ___? (insert your own!)
30. What adjective would you describe each of the First Classes with? Can only pick one!
31. Write a small letter to one character of the askerâs choice
32. Doodle a pic of one character of the askerâs choice. (Art skills donât matter here! No judgment <3 Only fun!)
33. Write a 3-5 sentence fic crumb of ___! (Askerâs choice; can be pairing, platonic, or just a single fella!)
34. Make up your own materia/spell!
35. Favorite memory with FF7?
36 Favorite part of the FF7 community? <3
37. Make an FF7 joke/pun :3c
38. Whatâs a fanon thing that you believed to be canon for the LONGEST time?
39. Favorite fan theory?
40. Favorite side quest?
41. Favorite cutscene?
42. Whatâs one thing about any of the FF7 games (+ AC) that you would change or add?
43. How many lines of Loveless do you know by heart?
44. Create a propaganda slogan for SOLDIER
45. Make a silly acronym for SOLDIER!
46. Rank all the games/AC in the compilation
47. What character do you relate the most to??
48. How would you describe FF7 in 7 words?
49. What got you into the series?! <3
50. Bonus! Ask your own question!
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I see the ask box open I ask like a moth to flame!!đ„đâš Potential TW for anxiety around intimacy(nothing graphic or descriptive) I NEED soft dom soap x reader w a SHIT TON of praise& encouragement. A bitch has a LOT of anxiety and need someone to talk me through it, and can it be theyâre already together? Anything else fluffy pls add whatever youâd like!!! Thank you & feel free to ignore if you donât vibe! Peace out!!âđŒ
Hi love, sorry it took so long but here you go <3
Thought I'd go with your first time with him. Lyrics to Francessca by Hozier are used.
The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.
Times like these are meant to be exciting, loved, desired. Why aren't they? He kisses you like you're sculpted by Michaelangelo himself, as if you are his own angel. You are. His hand cupping your face, thumb gently caressing just below your eyes. So gentle you almost miss it. You don't.
He tries to gently pull you on to his lap, but you pull back, knowing where it will lead. He looks up at you, confusion lightly etched onto his face.
Do you think I'd give up?
"What's wrong, bonnie? Why do ya do this?" he softly asks, hand moving to cup your jaw, thumb gently swiping over you bottom lip.
"I don't think I can" you say quietly, not even meaning to fully say it. You move to get off the couch, but he grabs your wrist, pulling to sit you on his lap.
"What do ya mean you can't? What's wrong?" He asks, softly kissing your collar bone, looking up at you.
It's time. He never wants you to hide from him because you're scared of the outcome.
"I wanna be good. I'm don't wanna be disappointing.. And before you say I couldn't or something, you don't know that. I could be. I know you love me, and you've been so patient. I just don't want the wait to not be worth it. You deserve the best, or at least satisfying and I dunno if I ca-" you begin to ramble but are cut off by his lips covering yours. He holds the back of your head. Not harshly but to keep you there. He pulls away, forehead against yours.
That this might have shook the love from me?
Or that I was on the brink
"That's what this is about?" He asks in a near whisper.
"Mhm.." you say quietly as well.
"Mo leannan" he lightly chuckles, "Why didn't ya tell me sooner?"
"Didn't wanna bother you" You say, heart pounding and throat beginning to tighten as your anxiety rises.
He gently and slowly lays you down on the couch, hovering over you, hand holding your waist.
"My love fer ya innt dependent on sex. Yer so beautiful, how could ya possibly disappoint?" He asks as he softly kisses your neck.
How could you think, darlin, I'd scare so easily?
Now that it's done
You stay quiet, not wanting to argue, slipping into wanting his praise. He slowly moves down your body, gently lifting your shirt to your ribs, softly kissing your ribs, moving down to above your belly button and below your belly button.
"So fucking beautiful, so soft" He whispers into your skin, hands caressing your sides. His hands move down to your pants, and looks up at you.
"Can I?"
You pause for a second, the feeling reappearing in your throat. You shakily nod, hoping to be wrong, faking the courage.
"Words, bonnie" He kisses your stomach again.
"yes" You say quietly.
"Good gal" He gently pulls your pants off, discarding them next to the couch. His breath hitches as he slowly removes your underwear.
"Beautiful" He looks at you as he spreads your legs, laying soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving to your cunt. You subconsciously close your legs slightly.
There's not one thing that I would change
My life was a storm since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, just lay back fer me. Close your eyes for me, alright?"
Your lip slightly quivers, but you listen to what he says. You sink into the couch. He laces his hands with yours, thumbs gently moving against the back of your hands. You let out a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.
"Tha right, just breath for me, okay mo ghrĂ dh? Good girl"
That's easy enough. Inhale, exhale.
Inhale
Exhale
His tongue licks a stripe up your cup, the feeling causes you to take a sharp inhale at the feeling. He pauses for a second.
"Fuck" He exhales, leaning in for more.
"What's wrong?" You lift up to look at him. One of this hands moves to gently push your chest back down.
"Best fouckin taste. Been keepin this from me, tastes like heaven" He slightly groans, tongue flicking against your clit.
If someone asked me at the end, I'd tell them put me back in it
Darlin, I would do it again
Your hand grips his hair slightly, more resting against it. You let out a long exhale.
"Johnny" You whine, head going fuzzy from the soft pleasure.
"I know, sweetheart, I know" His hands leave you to move your legs up and over his shoulder, feet against his back. His hands grip your thighs, a bit of your fat squished between his fingers. Not enough to leave a mark, but a firm grip.
If I could hold you for a minute
Darlin, I'd go through it again
He alternates between sucking and licking your clit. You moan, hands holding the back of his head.
"I love ya, so much" He whispers between your thighs.
You feel tears beginning to well in your eyes.
I would still be surprised I could find you
Darlin in any life
"I love you" You sniffle, "Thank you"
"Meant fer eachothar, swear teh god we are" He sits up, lifting his shirt off over him, and takes of his jeans.
He leans down to kiss you, lifting your head up to meet him halfway. You fully lift up to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hold the small of your back, as if you'd disappear. He lays you back down, and removes his boxers, cock springing out. He's not ridiculously long, about 6.5 inches, but thick. He leans back down, kissing your neck so so softly. He slowly grinds his cock against your clit, the stimulation slightly making you jolt.
"Do ya want this, if yer not ready, we dinnae have tah" He whispers into your neck.
"Want you, just dunno what to do" You say, hands cupping the back of his neck.
For all that was said
Of where we'd end up at the end of it
When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace What good would it be on the far side of things?
"Ya already do so much just layin here" He reassures, lining up to your entrance, "Just relax for me, sweet gal"
You inhale and nod. He kisses your upper chest as he slowly pushes in. You let out a shakey breath, hand slightly scratching up his upper back.
"Good job, bonnie. Doin so good fer me" he says as he pushes in more.
It was too soon When that part of you was ripped away A grip taking hold like a cancer that grows Each piece of your body that it takes
"'M not like em, I promise. You're like a fouckin angel to me" He says, as if he already knew the other men you had been with had taken you for granted.
"Don't wanna let you down" You inhale.
"Never" he pushes in all the way, letting out a groan, "so fouckin tight"
He gives you a moment to adjust, before slowly grinding into you. His arm moves to fully hold you by your lower back.
"Johnny, please, need you to go faster" You whimper, trying to grind into him.
"Shh, needa appreciate 'er" He whispers against your skin.
Though I know my heart would break
I'd tell them put me back in it
Darlin, I'd do it again
If I could hold you for a minute
Darlin, I'd go through it again
"Thank you" He kisses you more passionately than before.
"For what?" You whine as hethrusts into you a little deeper than before, as if trying to become a part of you.
"This, everything, to feel ya, fer choosin me" He exhales, "Dinnae ken how I even looked at anyone before ya"
I would not change it each time Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I I would not change it each time
"I promise there int an after ya" He promises, breath fanning against your collar bone.
Before you can respond, the coil in your stomach begins to tighten.
"Johnny" you try to warn, "I'm gonna cum"
"I know, bonnie. 'M gonna too. Let go fer me" He groans into your neck, slightly speeding up, pace faltering.
Your whines get higher and higher pitched, the cord finally snapping with a cry as you tumble off the edge.
"Johnny!" You cry out, clutching onto him.
With a groan, he spills into you, holding onto you like a lifeline.
"Oh fuck" He damn near whimpers, gasping.
As your orgasms fade away, he leans in to kiss you, softly kissing your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly your closed eyes.
"So so good, bonnie. Better than I imagined" He whispers, forehead leaning against yours.
"Most beautiful fouckin soul I would've ev'r met"
I would not change it each time
The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.
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Absolute Solver's influence
Absolute Solver (AS from here on out) has the ability to possess, so I thought for clarity I'd list all the characters under AS influence, from possession to manipulation. This will be sticking closely to canon so wilder theories like solver Khan, Thad, etc will be left out but feel free to add if you like.
This turned out longer then I thought so it's going under a read more.
Unpatched AS
This would be Uzi, Nori, Cyn and any others that have the world altering powers. Cyn was patient 0 and it's unclear if there's anything left of her or she still has a mind of her own, at this point we can't tell. Uzi and Nori still have their own personalities but AS can over ride them in some cases. I should note Nori, and there for possibly Uzi, have the Patch 2.1.8 "in progress" what this entails is unclear but AS did think Nori was dead and did not try possessing her in episode 7 so take from that what you will.
The humans in Cabin fever labs transferred AS to other drones but most if not all are dead at this point.
Patch 2.1.8
Yeva had this version of AS, they can use the powers but presumably can't be possessed. It's never actually out right stated that that's what the patch does but it's implied. Yeva seemingly long dead unless she's like Nori. Doll likely had this patch too and that's why Tessa/Cyn ASMR mukbanged her core in episode 7.
The Cross patch was also destroyed so unless Nori copied the code while we were not looking this patch is not likely coming back.
Disassembly Drones, aka DDs
So the DD's are difficult but I'll try my best, this is more going into theories then canon but that's Murder Drones for you. We know from episode 5 that the DDs worked in the Elliott Manor before AS came along. During the gala J and V were possessed, and N was tied to a tree, presumably he got possessed too at some point but it's unclear.
Some time between the gala and now they changed to look like how they do today, the main question how and why? We can safely say at this point it's clear AS made the DDs possible using part of the very machines that were used to disassemble drones. We see in the Zombie Drone tapes the disassembly unit has what looks like a DDs arm with the distinct yellow and black stripes. We also see the DDs with there complete look go absolutely nuts on some humans in episode 7 which means they were being possessed then too, unless N secretly really likes eating humans / joking.
J also got possessed and went spooky snake crab in episode 2 after Uzi blew her up.
All this makes it seem that the DDs can be possessed too but then why do they bother manipulating in the show? Why lie and make up a whole story of the company sending them to kill worker drones? It could be that it takes a lot of energy and that was easier but I think were told why in episode 7, where AS pretends to be V to taunt N. "You know you're (N) one of the main reasons I wanted your team to retain your personalities, you always surprised me" their just playing with them, it's more entertaining for them not for any grand plan.
Right after they say that line they hug N making him flashback to what he did to the humans but then we see this
Access denied contact admin "darkXWolf17", which is Uzi! AS was trying to possess N here but couldn't that's why they drag N along until Nori saved him. That's why in episode 1 administration"Cyn" blocked the absolute solver string, they wanted to see what N would do.
This mean N and V can't be possessed as Uzi is there administrator but J and any other DDs out there can, and who was gearing up for a fight at the end of episode 7? J!
So in conclusion, Cyn is the main drone to be possessed. Uzi and Nori can be possessed but it can be limited. Yeva and Doll can't be possessed but are dead and the DDs including J can be possessed but after episode 5 V and N can't be possessed.
#murder drones#murder drones theory#absolute solver#Cyn#serial designation N#uzi doorman#serial designation V#nori doorman#serial designation J#Yeva#Doll#this took me like 2 hours to write damn
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