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little-annie · 4 months ago

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T| WC 1k | Steddie | Uncle Wayne POV

"You love him don't you?" Wayne whispers, breathy, quiet, his voice cracking around the edges of something that feels like raw emotion.

It's then that Eddie turns his gaze away from Steve to look at him, the light never fading from his eyes and the smile never wiping from his face.

Steve's sitting on the trailer floor, in the middle of the living room, Eddie's clothes hanging from his body as he flips through one of Eddie's many monster manuals. Wayne knows the boy would never admit it, but he's just as interested in D&D as the other kids. He's helping Eddie plan his next campaign for christ sake.

Next to Wayne, two cans of coke in hand and a love struck smile on his face, Eddie nods, his cheeks darkening as his smile ever so slightly fades. "Is that okay?" He asks, looking all the bit nervous as his eyes roam Wayne's face.

"More than okay, Son."

Eddie's smile brightens once again and if Wayne notices the small amount of tears welling in his eyes, he says nothing about.

"You ever going to tell him?" Wayne continues, nodding in Steve's direction, the boy still oblivious to the conversation being whispered behind his back.

"I don't know if I can."

Wayne says nothing to Eddie's reply as he watches the boy return to the living room where he sits down next to his best friend. Steve smiling bright as the sun upon Eddie's return.

Months go by and Wayne gets to watch as Steve falls too. It's there and so obvious to anyone but Eddie.

His eyes linger and his smile never fades. Soon Wayne sees as he sits a little closer and his cheeks grow a little pinker.

There's moments when Wayne catches what he can only describe as a love struck expression across Steve's face. Eddie's talking, because when is he not, and Steve's there, eyes wide and locked onto Eddie's ever changing expression.

He looks fond. Fond in a way Wayne's never seen anyone look at his nephew.

There's moments when he sees Steve hesitant. Moments when he and Eddie are so close and Steve's hand twitches like it wants to reach out. Moments when Steve looks like he wants to lean in but bites his lip and turns away with rosy cheeks.

It's nearly a year into their friendship when Steve's standing at Wayne's side and whispers, "I think I love him."

"Tell him," Wayne answers easily, leaving out the 'please' he so desperately wants to tack onto the end of that sentence.

Please, he thinks again as he watches Eddie turn to face them from across the yard, a smile so beautiful Wayne thinks it's the first time he's seen it on Eddie's face. The boy's elbow deep in his van as his cheeks grow a little pinker as he says with a smile, "Stevie, come here for a sec."

Steve leaves, but not before whispering back to Wayne, "I think I will."

No more than a week later Wayne comes home to find the boys on the couch, Steve sleeping and curled into Eddie's side, snoring with his nose pressed to Eddie's neck.

Wayne offers his boy a smile as he stirs from the sound of the door closing. He looks tired, arms tightening around Steve's waist as he smiles back and burrows closer, kissing the top of Steve's head before drifting back off.

"He loves me," Eddie says one evening, weeks down the road, a rare occasion when Steve isn't over, and Eddie's actually home.

Wayne smiles, his heart so warm and full as he says, "I know."

Steve's been over for a few weeks now. Part of Wayne's convinced he's moved in, what with the new additions to their fridge and bathroom vanity. The idea doesn't upset him in the least.

He's gotten to witness their love grow during that time anyway.

He's gotten to witness the way Steve kisses a grumpy Eddie good morning until he finally smiles.

Or the way Eddie lights up when Steve's arms wrap around his waist and he whispers an "I love you, Eds," that Wayne isn't sure if he's supposed to hear.

Or the way they giggle and kiss and love one another in such a beautiful and uninhibited way.

Granted too, sometimes that means Wayne's hears a bit too much. Eddie would be mortified to know there's been far too many occasions in which Wayne's had to leave the trailer to escape the gasping breaths that occasionally pour out from under his bedroom door.

Though this time, Wayne's inside as the boys are on the roof smoking and he thanks the lord above that all he can hear are the faintest of whispers.

There's only parts of the conversation that he catches, but his heart swells when he hears Eddie's voice so clearly say, "I'm gonna marry you someday, Steve Harrington."

Wayne cries the day Eddie shows him the ring.

And cries even harder when Steve shows him his.

Steve's hand is shaking where the single golden band lies on his ring finger, Eddie standing directly behind him, arm around his waist with a smile that matches Steve's in the way it resembles Sunshine.

They can't marry, not legally anyways. But that doesn't stop Jim Hopper from officiating a ceremony or Joyce Byers from walking Steve down the aisle.

The backyard to Hoppers cabin is filled with faces Wayne has grown familiar with over the years. Young and old, smiling and crying all the same.

Dustin and Robin both write speeches, both as rambling and as funny as they are beautifully heart wrenching.

There's not a dry eye in the house.

The boys move into an apartment where they build a life together.

Wayne visits often for meals or a cup of coffee in the mornings, still delighting in the way his Eddie seems so wonderfully overcome with love and affection.

He'd thought he'd shed enough tears for his lifetime at the wedding, but one evening, sat at the table with Robin Buckley and his boys, Wayne finds out he's gonna be a grandpa.

Elaine Birdie Munson is her name.

Sunshine, they call her instead.

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athletearrhythmia · 15 days ago

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Needles coming up again

First wanted to reference back my thoughts on this from awhile ago:

but I also wanted to say some of the comments I'm seeing around aren't oriented to harm reduction, they're just tearing down people who engage in needle play and post it. Which is not going to save anyone. It's going to galvanize and sequester folks which will cascade into riskier behavior.

I guess what gets my goat about it especially is why I've pulled back from a good number of folks, which is engaging in dark cardio play as a means or extension of self harm. People know this stuff is dangerous and stupid, you don't need to remind them. That's not going to "wake them up". Some people by comparison just... like doing it. Neither case will respond to this approach.

I don't offer a definitive solution, i just don't vibe with yelling at people. I appreciate things like folks declaring that they'll disengage from the content: that I think does something.

So here's my additional thoughts to tack on to my last post:

If your perception of reckless behavior is that it doesn't matter because your life is so bad or meaningless that the consequences can't make it worse, you're depressed and you need help. Getting help isn't easy. But you need it.

If you feel a strong desire or need to do this for sexual gratification, you need to find healthier outlets. I struggle with this immensely myself. I'm open about liking and engaging with this content and some of its creators. The best I can do for myself is dark roleplay or using already existing content, and playing with generally safer dark play (which will always carry its own risk). The ideal would be to not find it gratifying. I don't know how to.

You should never engage with someone whose relationship to you is conditional on risking your health-- people you actually talk to or "fans" of your content. Anyone pressuring you to play with needles, especially when you're on the fence or have expressed you don't want to, doesn't have your best interests in mind. If you walk back wanting to do it, regardless of if you ever have done it, avoid the people who don't support your decision.

I'm never not going to end a public discussion of needle play without reemphasizing its danger. The possible bad outcomes are catastrophic and there's almost no way to mitigate the risk.

I'll add as well that the community has an obligation (IMO) to make sure newer or younger participants know how dangerous this kind of play is. Don't allow people to stay naive.

#dark cardiophilia

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doberbutts · 1 year ago

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@quark-nova it's already a really long post because I blabbered on for a hot minute but I did want to keep talking so I seperated your tags out I hope that's ok

I have actually seen people do this about trans fems too and honestly I think it is exactly what you're saying- that people lack the idea of intersectionality and instead want to view oppression as additive or subtractive. I see people doing this the most when they are trying to frame something as progressive, when instead it is filled with a lot of bigoted language.

Like the example given of Blue Eye Samurai and a group of people claiming it's a racist and sexist problem of white trans mascs, ignoring the trans mascs of color (and even asian and *Japanese* trans mascs in their notes disagreeing with them), while the posts are filled with genuinely fairly TERF-y language. They say "no no I can't be a TERF I love and support my trans brothers and also I support trans fem Mizu headcanons" while also saying "trans men are stealing women's resources and making everything about them". They just tack "white" onto the second statement so you don't think too hard about the transphobia of that sentence.

I find this most transparent when someone asks for an explination of how a trans masc seeing themselves in Mizu is racist, because instead of an explination it's "oh my god white people always ask people of color to do the work instead of researching it themselves, why do you always want us to explain ourselves why can't you just listen to me". I understand where the frustration comes from because I've been on the receiving end of stupidass white people who refuse to actually absorb anything they've been told about racism, but also... don't start a discussion about race if you aren't willing to, you know, discuss. Because then it just becomes obvious that you're using it as weapon and shield and you're not actually interested in anything except an echo chamber that agrees with you and accepts anything you say.

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's Mardi Gras weekend, and Bradley should know by now that his actions are always going to have consequences.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley breezed through his classes on Friday. This weekend was his fraternity's Mardi Gras party, one of his favorites each year. Usually he loved it because of all the tits on display. This year, he'd be there with you, which was perhaps even better.

"Why do I even waste my time?" he muttered, scrubbing the bathroom again. He had invited you to sleep over all weekend leading up to the party on Saturday night, and he didn't want you to have to use a disgusting bathroom. He also had to go with Jeff and Dev to pick up kegs soon. That ought to be fun.

Dev tried to keep the peace, but Jeff was still condescending. "Looks like you had a fun time in the study room yesterday," he told Bradley with an eyeroll.

Bradley just grunted, lifting one end of the keg. "Yeah." Yesterday, in the moment, it had been amusing to know that Jeff knew Bradley had fucked you in there. Now, Bradley was uncomfortable thinking about it. That should have been private, just between you and him... and maybe whomever was studying in the next room over.

And now Jeff had changed tack, and Bradley wanted to throw the keg at him. "She any good? Tight pussy?" Jeff asked casually, and Bradley shot him a warning look. "Just curious. She's cute, but I'd never hit it now that you've had her."

Bradley would love to punch him in the face. He had to take three deep breaths before saying, "Don't talk about her like that."

Jeff started cracking up. "How else should I talk about her?"

Bradley never talked about any girls like that. Sure, he'd enjoyed a lot of them, Phoebe many times over, but he couldn't stand the banter. "Don't fucking talk about her at all. How does that sound?"

Dev pushed Bradley out of the way and carried the keg with Jeff. "Chill guys."

If Bradley got into another fight, he'd be gone. Only three months until graduation. He needed to keep it together.

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Bradley had his hands all over you at the party on Friday night. It was a smaller crowd, presumably leading up to the rager that the Beta fraternity would be throwing the next night for Mardi Gras. Every time you took more than a few steps away from Bradley, he pulled you back to him.

"Let's go upstairs, Sugar," he whispered to you over and over again. He had such an eager look on his face, you couldn't help but laugh.

He wasn't drinking anything, but every time you finished a drink, he offered to get you another one.

"We'll go up soon," you told him. It was effortless being around him. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he was sure acting like it. Acting like it enough that you could tell how pissed off Jeff was every time you saw him.

So far tonight, you'd seen Jeff all over two different girls. You couldn't even imagine if you'd started dating him what he'd be like now. He was either doing this to get under your skin and Bradley's, or he would have been doing it behind your back.

Bradley was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, subtly playing with your hair while you watched a game of beer pong. "Actually, let's go upstairs now, Beer Boy."

Bradley kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, immediately pulling you toward the stairs. You had to hold the railing, laughing the whole way up as he was trying to take your shirt off.

"Bradley!" you scolded, and you were both laughing.

"Sugar!" he scolded you jokingly, but you came to a stop outside his door.

"Did you do that?" you asked, running your fingers over the hearts that had been drawn in black sharpie next to Sugar written on his door. Other than that addition, the door was exactly the same as the last time you saw it.

He nodded his head the tiniest bit. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop thinking about having Bradley as your boyfriend. It wasn't going to happen.

"I like that," you said pointing to the ink and letting him lead you inside. You had his jeans down, kneeling in front of him right away. "Can I finish what I started yesterday?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned loudly as you put your lips around his rapidly hardening dick. He was too big for your mouth, so you used both hands too. You bobbed your head a few times, sliding your tongue along the tip. As far as you could tell, guys loved this. You just weren't sure if your technique was good or not. Your mind drifted to Bradley doing this with Janessa, and you felt the burning need to be better than her.

You sucked hard on him for a few seconds until he moaned, running his hand along your cheek. You let him slip out of your mouth long enough to ask him, "Do you like that?" Your voice sounded deep and needy, and Bradley looked down at you with a subtle smirk that had you wrapping your lips around him again.

He maintained eye contact with you while he said, "I like everything you do."

Licking along his tip, the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Am I better for you than Janessa?" You paused with him resting right between your lips, your breath ghosting over him.

Bradley's lips parted, but it took him a few seconds to answer. "Don't compare yourself, Sugar. You'd make everyone else look bad all the time."

You sucked on him and took him as far as you could, rolling your tongue and listening to all of the noises he was making. When he started whispering your name, you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls. He came so hard, hitting the back of your throat; you almost choked before swallowing him down. You looked up at him as a few tears leaked from your eyes, his dick still inside your mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told you.

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Bradley loved getting head. Watching you suck his dick was so fun for him, he'd remember it for the rest of his life. You made eye contact, struggling to take him all the way and choking on his cum. You shed some pretty tears, and Bradley scooped you up into his arms.

Softly, you asked him, "Will you go down on me?"

He nodded and kissed you softly. Giving girls head was a means to an end. He already got off in your mouth, so he could not believe he was agreeing to this right now. But he undressed you, spread you out on his bed and found that you were soaking wet.

"Did you get this wet while your mouth was on me?" he asked you, dipping a finger through your folds and opening you up a bit more to his gaze. Jesus, you were so pretty down here too.

"Yes," you gasped when his finger stroked your clit. He put his mouth on you, slid his finger inside and sucked gently. You were moaning so softly, rolling your hips against his mouth in a rhythm that Bradley found addicting in a way he never had before. He removed his fingers and licked a broad stripe slowly from below your opening to above your clit.

"Bradley!" you yelped and he grinned up at you.

"You liked that?" he asked as you nodded down at him. He kissed you softly as he whispered, "Tell me you liked it and I'll do it again, Sugar."

"I liked it," you said, your voice breaking on the words. When Bradley did it again, you moaned his name.

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded with a devilish grin, licking you again. "Tell me, Sugar."

You just begged, whispering please again, seemingly unable to form any other words as you covered your face with your hands.

"You sound dumb, baby." He dipped his tongue into you, swirling your moisture until it was all over his face.

You sounded like you were crying when he put his lips back on your clit, and your hips were rolling harder. You came hard and loud, half laughing and half crying, and Bradley crawled up your body, kissing your sweetness into your mouth.

After a few minutes, you shuffled yourself under the blankets and curled up next to him, his pants still halfway down his legs. "I've never been able to cum like that before," you whispered, and Bradley grinned as you dozed off. If this is how it would always feel with you, then he wouldn't mind doing it over and over again.

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You went home to shower and change before the Mardi Gras party, and Bradley insisted on walking you there. "You don't have to," you said. "It's broad daylight outside!"

"I want to," he told you, covering your mouth when you tried to protest again.

"I'll walk back later with Janessa," you told him, promising you wouldn't walk alone.

Janessa did your makeup in the kitchen. "Glitter?!" you asked, cringing as she swiped some on.

"Stop scrunching your face like that. You'll fit right in this way. Just wait until you see what the other girls are wearing....or not wearing, I suppose," she told you, putting a purple shade on your lips.

"What are you going to wear?" you asked, trying not to move your lips while she worked.

"Not much," she said with a shrug. "I'm planning on getting some beads. Wanna borrow something tiny?"

"Beads? Like flashing the guys?" you asked, suddenly kind of wanting to stay home.

"Yeah, it's fun. Doesn't mean anything. Except when I flash Tyson... that's going to mean something." Janessa was smirking now.

Bradley was going to be waiting for you if you didn't show up. You exhaled, saying, "I guess. Give me one of your shirts."

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and almost laughed. Janessa's shirt was so small, it looked like an oversized sports bra. But at least it had long sleeves. You threw Bradley's sweatshirt on over your outfit, planning on leaving it on for awhile.

When you and Janessa arrived at the house, it was more packed than you could have ever imagined. There were literally topless girls hanging out on the porch, and you had no idea how the guys weren't getting a noise complaint at the moment.

"Let's go," Janessa yelled, dragging you inside the house. When you didn't see Bradley right away, you made your way toward the kitchen, hoping he would make it easy for you in this crowd. There were beads flying across the living room and people were standing on the couches.

You caught some beads before they could hit you in the head and looped them around your neck. "Thanks," you muttered to the guy who threw them as he chanted Flash us!

When you were practically shoved through the kitchen door, you saw him, sitting on the counter next to Dev and sipping a beer. There were two girls with them, laughing and probably flirting, wearing shirts smaller than the one you had under Bradley's sweatshirt. Your heart sank.

"Sugar," Bradley said when he saw you, hopping off the counter and shoving past both girls. You didn't know why you felt nervous. As soon as he reached you, he was kissing you right in front of the others. "Hi."

"Beer Boy," you whispered next to his lips, and you watched him smile.

He pressed his lips to your neck, and you saw both girls eyeing you up with interest. Well, this was a new feeling for you.

"Let's get you a good beer," he told you. He opened two and handed you one. "Wanna walk around?"

You laughed. "It's so packed, I don't see how we could walk around.

"We'll manage. Nice shirt, by the way," he said with a smile, tilting his beer toward his own sweatshirt on you. "What you got on underneath?" he asked, licking his lips.

"Not much," you told him with a smile, knowing he would find out later.

"Love to hear that," he said, taking your hand and leading you out into the crowd and noise.

You had to yell to be heard. "Why are there so many guys here tonight? Usually it's mostly girls."

Bradley leaned in closer to you. "We invite guys from other frats to this party every year. Kind of a goodwill gesture. Come for the free beer, stay for the girls," he said with a laugh. "I don't know most of them, so stay close, okay?"

You agreed as he nodded toward the beer pong tables and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," you confirmed. Now that you'd gotten so much better, you didn't mind playing in front of a crowd.

Bradley got your body squared up just like last time, his hands lingering on your hips and sliding up under the sweatshirt. "You know, if you're too warm, we can just take this off...."

You didn't stop him when he slid the fabric up higher and higher, revealing your bare torso inch by inch.

"Damn, Sugar. Are you wearing anything under this?" he asked, and you laughed before he finally revealed green fabric. "That's a tiny shirt." He was licking his lips as he looked at your breasts. You'd skipped a bra, and it was so obvious right now. You were afraid everyone was looking at you, but no... just Bradley.

You almost whimpered as he tossed his sweatshirt into the corner and let his hands rest on your waist.

"Focus, you two!" called a random guy from the other end of the table, and Bradley got you in place again.

"Just like last time. It's math," he reminded you, taking the first shot and making it into a cup.

You jumped up and down, and his eyes were instantly on your breasts again.

"God, this is going to be a fun night," he told you.

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Bradley watched you make two shots in a row, throwing your arms around him in celebration. "We won!" you cheered, and he kissed you hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along your back.

"You're good at it now." He set the table up again, getting it ready for the next set of opponents to try to beat you. Bradley glanced around the room, every once in a while spotting some bare tits. The Beta guys were handing out liberal amounts of Mardi Gras beads, and he had a few strands in his pocket, but he was planning on giving them all to you.

He had spotted the gold strand around your neck before. "Where'd you get the beads, Sugar?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

You rolled your eyes. "Some guy threw them at me and then tried to get me to flash him. Idiot did it in the wrong order," you told him with a laugh.

Bradley laughed as the next pair made their way to the table. "You wanna earn some more beads?" he asked, pulling you against him with a smirk.

"From you?" you asked. It was so loud, Bradley had to practically read your lips. He nodded in response and almost fell over when you pulled up the bottom of your little crop top, and glancing side to side, revealed your tits to him. Your body was pressed against his pretty good, so he only caught a glimpse, but he smiled so much his cheeks hurt.

"God damn," he whispered in your ear as you blushed and pulled your shirt back down. He slid one hand inside your shirt and pinched your nipple. Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Bradley kissed your open mouth and looped some purple beads around your neck.

Then he guided you to the table, acting like he didn't have a semi hard dick when he took the first throw.

You were getting drunk after the second and third games, dancing around next to him. At one point, he had to guide you closer to the wall, because you were insisting on flashing him again. "Just take all my beads, baby. They are all yours," he promised, adding all of the strands from his pocket to the ones you were already wearing. You were giggling nonstop now and reaching for him. He was planning on taking you upstairs soon.

Bradley knew Phoebe was out on the porch, and he had spotted Jeff a few minutes ago, but he seemed to be keeping his distance, thankfully. "I need the bathroom," Bradley told you. "I'll be right back."

So Bradley walked away as you started to set up the beer pong table again. You were smiling, and the two of you were on a roll, knocking out all of your opponents. He ran upstairs to his bathroom to pee. When he looked in the mirror, which he hated doing, he actually looked happy. Huh.

He wove his way back through all of the tits and found you standing with your back to him. Some guy he didn't recognize was talking to you, and Bradley wanted to start the next round of pong, but he froze as the guy ran his fingers down your side.

You didn't back away when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bradley watched you shake your head, and he clenched his fists. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered, and the guy smiled at you in such a way that Bradley wanted to level him.

When he touched you again, you stumbled backwards a step and laughed, encouraging this dickhead.

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked nobody in particular. While he supposed you weren't lying, it made him so angry that you were still chatting with the other guy. The thumping music was starting to make Bradley's head pound. He really needed to get out of this room now, and he wanted to beg you to come with him to the kitchen or his bedroom or outside. Anywhere away from everyone else.

"Bradley!" called a girl with her naked tits covered in beads. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" He was pretty sure this girl had, until very recently, had her name written on his door.

"What's up?" he asked her, still watching you with most of his attention.

"Just having fun!" she announced. "I don't know if you remember my name, but it's Willow. Can we go upstairs?"

"No," he told her softly, letting his eyes dip down to her chest. Her nipples were peeking out between the beads, and he thought for a second that he did remember fucking her. It had been fun.

"No?" Willow asked, pulling his hands up to her chest. Maybe Bradley had more beer in him than he originally thought, because he was having a hard time processing. She started kissing his cheek, inching toward his mouth as she laughed.

She kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Bradley sighed, running his fingers aimlessly along her body, stopping at her tits. If you were going to flirt with other guys, why couldn't he do the same? But the thought made him uncomfortable.

"Wait, no," he managed to say, backing away.

She pouted. "Well can I at least have more beads then?" she asked.

"I gave them all away," he said, turning back to where you were looking thoroughly upset. "To Sugar. Sugar!"

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You were going to throw up. You turned away from Max, a guy you used to tutor in calculus, before you spotted Bradley just across the beer pong table. He had his hands all over a topless girl, and they were kissing. She was reaching for the front of his jeans, and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. You watched Bradley's hand skim over her breasts as if you weren't right here. As if you hadn't just flashed him and let him touch you. As if you meant nothing.

You wanted to rip his fucking door right off the hinges and throw it out his bedroom window.

"Sugar!" he called when he turned to face you. But you started walking away, you already had tears in your eyes now, so you swiped them off your cheeks. He wasn't worth crying over, but you couldn't help it. You had feelings for him, after just meeting him last month. You knew how he was, but you let yourself fall anyway.

You squeezed through bodies, having an easier time of it than Bradley with his bigger form.

"Sugar!" he called. "Wait!" But you just moved faster until you were out on the front porch. You saw Phoebe, and she gave you a dirty look which just made you want to cry even more. You were such a fucking idiot, you took off down the sidewalk. But out in the open, Bradley caught up to you easily.

"Talk to me!" he demanded, and you turned around to gape at him.

"About what? You touching that girl's boobs? Or you shoving your tongue down her throat?" you asked, sobbing a little bit.

Bradley looked like he was in agony. "Why the fuck did you tell that guy you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I don't, Bradley! The last guy who asked me out was Jeff, and I told him no!"

"Why were you flirting with him? And letting him touch you?"

Now your anger was taking over and the sadness was receding. "I wasn't! I told him to stop! You know what, Bradley? You have a lot of nerve. You touched her and kissed her, and you're trying to make me feel bad?"

"Sugar, I didn't-"

"Stop calling me that!"

Bradley ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I fucked up, but it won't happen again!"

You laughed at him and started walking away again, shivering in the night air with your skin exposed. "No shit, it won't happen again. Lose my number. And repaint your fucking door."

"Will you listen to me?" he asked, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. "I really like you!"

You just shook your head and started crying more. "No, you don't. You think you do. You even made me think you did, but you don't."

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I have never dated anyone before, and I want you to be my girlfriend."

You stood stunned, in the middle of the sidewalk. "No." You turned and walked toward your apartment with Bradley on your heels. "Leave me alone," you told him, wiping your tears away as you went. But he stayed with you until you reached your building. "Will you leave me alone? Please?" you asked, hiccupping. You forced yourself to turn to face him, and when you did, the urge to throw up returned.

He looked devastated. You had wanted him to be your boyfriend. You really wanted him to want to make it official. And now he had ruined it. He had ruined all of the times he had been so sweet to you. Every memory was going to boil down to this moment for you.

"I just... needed to make sure you got back safely," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wouldn't do it again. I would be a good boyfriend." His eyes looked watery, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

"Lose my number. Paint your door." You went inside.

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Wow.... nice going, Beer Boy. Sugar knew better than to get involved. Gotta thank @mak-32 once again... this fic is for you.

Part 10

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bimboficationblues · 8 days ago

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2024 was a mixed bag. I spent a lot of it malding about my job, but fortunately I am no longer there and have a new one (family lawyer for DV survivors). Idk if I want to keep being a lawyer long term but rn I am making more money, doing more interesting (but potentially taxing) work, and hopefully it will level out to something either tolerable or useful.

long distance with my love is still sad, and we found that polyamory did not really alleviate those pressures, but we have taken some good steps towards a different approach, starting with a monogamy trial run. I found dating around mostly unpleasant despite some exciting possibilities throughout the year - very few people seem to really know what they want and act accordingly. ultimately poly started to feel like I was chasing after an ideal, and I do believe I’d enjoy that ideal. but when the process of pursuing it is so exhausting and unfun and crazy-making it just doesn’t seem worth it. the lesbian connections I found frequently ended because the other person started acting like an avoidant abject meow meow and I simply don’t have the patience.

as far as bringing the long distance to a close, I'm not sure how that’s gonna happen - I love Chicago and I don't want to leave my people. for the first time since maybe high school I do not feel fundamentally lonely and I think that's a feeling worth taking seriously. I've been really overjoyed by my various friendships, both near and far. but I miss my gf dearly. she has my heart. I don’t feel like I’ve ever loved or been loved like this. It’s a difficult situation.

I did get to travel a lot which was nice - this year in addition to regular Washington visits, including one to Olympic National Park, I also went to Barcelona, Toronto, Montreal, Cleveland, and Philadelphia. I am visiting my love's hometown currently and while I was kind of dreading it a bit it's turned out to be overall very pleasant and comforting and nice to see where she came from. Plus I did some visits to the family in SC.

speaking of which, I am feeling generally at ease with my parents. I feel like I've been able to accept that they are limited people, but not to such a degree that it makes being around them impossible, and they have also generally gotten cooler about a lot of things. we have a lot in common and it is generally fun to spend time with them despite their foibles. being able to do drugs together also helps. my dad turned 60 this year and my mom has been having health issues, which I do think has made entropy be on my mind a lot more to a troubling degree. dunno how I’ll handle that when it becomes a more pressing consideration but I guess that’s a problem for the future.

last January I made a conscious effort to approach my passions and hobbies more intentionally by making a daily schedule that roughly looked like this:

MONDAY - fiction reading; TUESDAY - history studies; WEDNESDAY - philosophy/political theory studies/writing; THURSDAY - working on music; FRIDAY - watching movies.

I also tried to get some daily activities going on top of all these - listening to at least one full album a day, regular walks, practicing guitar, yoga. keeping to this was inconsistent - sometimes I was locked in and sometimes I'd get derailed by other priorities (spending time with the love, seeing my lovely friends, getting stoned, travel). sometimes certain activities are just easier (reading comics is always fun and also minimally demanding of my energy, social media and doomscrolling is a tempting time-sink). I might try and revise this approach in some ways - I might want to take a harder tack with how much time I want to spend on each activity - but I do think that even just being deliberate and structured about how I spend my time made my mental state significantly stronger. so that is a positive development.

artistically I've made progress on the album, but I never feel like I have enough time to dedicate to it with work and everything else. but I also think my approach of trying to write all the songs first before recording them was the wrong one. so instead I think I'm going to start trying to get what I've roughly finished into a recorded form and in the process a stronger vision of the project will emerge which will help with future songs. this will require me to learn some new skills - I've always worked with a producer before - but that's not a bad thing. my friends and I are also doing a writing workshop so that will be nice to get feedback from people I love and trust.

social media has been real bad for me this past year in a kind of emotionally masochistic way - I found myself hatereading a lot more, which is bad. I’m hoping I can adjust that this year and stop getting brain damage from pissing myself off.

part of the reason for the above is that the political situation domestically and globally is dire and basically I just see cope or rationalization everywhere which, considering the urgency and scope and existential weight of what’s happening, is really infuriating to me. I feel like after a year of some of the most depraved inhuman butchery imaginable, as the ruling class takes refuge in obvious bad faith that is “all the more odious because it is less and less likely to deceive,” and with Hitleritis running rampant through civil society, we need a sober reflection on the challenge ahead of us as socialists. I do not want the ruling class to annihilate the rest of us with them or for capital to find new, intensified, and more insidious methods of shifting crisis around. this is partly why anti-intellectual, regressive forms of Marxism have been stuck in my craw lately, because it feels like psychological palliatives masquerading as politics. I’m not sure what the move is to really turn the tides of the war we are in, but doing away with self-deceiving political impulses seems like a start.

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~~absolutely love that adora kinda looks insulted when she demands prime let catra go and his response is "i'll give her to you - if you want her.."

i hear the look on her face saying "oooh you mf'er how dare you - ofc i want this btch why else would i be here ?? i want her and only her tbh - (i just don't know it yet but i will def doomslay ur entire flagship if u don't gimme this kitty fr")

- (every time i watch catra hold herself, just tryna keep from falling apart - i fall apart. just a teeny tiny bit. itty bitty shred of my jagged stone heart chips off, but idc tho - she's worth it <3)

( also - the way adora tries to stand but her legs give way beneath her is just another addition to the list of reasons it's all so heart breakingly gut wrenching [yee i combo'd the phrases - it feels warranted fr] cause the fact she can't stand tells the audience she's gotta be in a lot of pain too that is only healed after she suddenly transforms- and she's ignoring that pain, so focused on catra that we don't even see her react to it aside from being unable to stand.. damnit adora <3 )

~~sooo the promise moment really is just - ahhh. gets to me. i read it as this unspoken question that catra knows she doesn't need to explain - she just needs to say one word and knows adora will understand what she's truly asking -

"promise?" - i read this as catra not just asking if adora promises to take her home - but asking for a much deeper, broader hope of reinstating their first promise. to stick together and look out for each other.

a promise that was broken by both of them tbh but at this point catra decided to keep it for what she figured would be her last chance to do so in corridors, and then here in save the cat adora comes back and holds up her side of their promise as well.

after all that time apart as enemies, they each risked their lives and more and fulfilled a promise that seemed long forgotten. and i see catra here as putting forth a desperate, hopeful plea to agree on renewing that promise for good- and not just taking her home, but acknowledging that what home really means is the two of them staying together, no matter what.

and without hesitation, adora replies, "i promise."

she understands what catra's really asking; imo there are so many words that pass between them during and just after save the cat that are never actually said - thank you's and apologies and explanations that they mutually recognize and know the other feels and genuinely means w/o ever needing to make each other say it.

mistakes were made on both sides & they've both realized by then that sticking together was and always had been what they needed to do, cause they were finally starting to admit to themselves that what they both really needed all along, more than anything else, was each other. <3

ps i thought i'd tack on my previous rant about adora choosing to jump down after catra in save the cat cause that moment makes my heart implode every time~

(& cause when she does that - it's her keeping the promise that she had just restored. it's her determined refusal to ever, ever break it again - no matter what. even if it kills her - just like catra in the finale, fighting the monster and refusing to leave when adora tells her to. these lovelies would much rather die w each other than live without the other - and they definitely figure that out the hard way, but the only thing that really matters is that they do figure it out~~)

---jump in save the cat rant---

when adora chooses to jump down after catra, the fact that she is, innately, she-ra is still something adora has almost no clue of whatsoever. her expression lingers in the frame just before she throws herself down after catra, recalling the fixed look of equally determined resolve we see on catra’s own face in corridors when the decision to save glimmer (and, yes, most importantly to catra, save adora by extension) is cemented in her mind; a decision catra makes, mind you, not expecting to survive it. and imo, same goes for adora & this moment in save the cat.

adora chooses to follow catra into the darkness, despite her currently regarding her connection to she-ra as gone and having no expectation of manifesting the nearly invincible power she could rely on from being she-ra in the past (and therefore lacking any way to heal catra, even if she could get them both to safety, there’s no way she’s unaware that catra’s body is pretty much guaranteed to be broken beyond repair after the shock her nervous system got from prime when disabling the chip, coupled with the long fall.)

and to me - the most poignant thing this tells the audience about adora making this choice is that she didn’t leap down after catra because she was clinging to the hope that, somehow, she could still save her.

instead, she willingly fell to depths unknown, the landing completely obscured by shadows that she just watched consume catra, simply because she knew that catra would be down there all on her own, and there was absolutely no fucking way that adora wasn’t going to make damn sure she was there to hold her. even if that meant jumping after her and possibly dying down there together. it just meant that much to adora for catra not to have to face the end alone... i mean, wtf dude, it's jaw-dropping in the best way ever <3

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nqueso-emergency · 2 months ago

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I want to have faith. I really, really do.

But Oliver wanted this breakup:

And add to that the fact that 8x05 was written the way it was specifically to make the breakup hurt more, in addition to the smugness that Oliver is radiating online and in interviews, compared to Lou's tone of sadness and almost disbelief...

I think they're trying to keep it ambiguous because they know already that they messed up. They want that door slightly open just in case this is too big of a fuckup to smooth over (and with the way the GA is reacting, I think they've finally hit that point) so they can try and reel Lou back in. But if we're looking at brass tacks here: Oliver is done with the bucktommy storyline. Nothing he's said so far has convinced me that he wants it to continue. He's been dismissive and blase and smug about the breakup, cheering for Buck to "find out what he likes" by sleeping around (as if that's not a class A biphobic stereotype right there), and barely giving bucktommy, Tommy, or Lou ANY kind of peace with his PR.

I don't trust him with Buck's story anymore. I don't trust Tim with Buck's story anymore. I wouldn't be able to trust a Tommy return or a bucktommy reunion because Tim and Oliver have shown their hands, and they've shown that it's too easy for them to just toss out a good storyline on a whim, especially for Buck.

It's just really really hard to have any kind of faith in a "getting back together" arc when this is the behaviour we're seeing right off the bat.

That's fair.

I have a different take on that interview. Not to defend it, not at all, but I think there's things Oliver says to different people for very different reasons. That's the only interview that he openly says this biphobic shit and it makes me think about why.

I spoke to someone recently about this as well and we came to the conclusion that if Oliver really is sending that to Tim and practically begging to let Buck fuck, he's clearly not seeing that in his scripts.

I don't think Oliver likes playing Buck sad. But, he'll just have to get over it.

#nquesu wanna block #911 abc #911 discourse #oliver stark #bucktommy

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room-surprise · 8 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Anime Review, Season 2, Episode 19 review

Izutsumi arrives! And Marcille has a nightmare.

This is an interesting episode but I know my spouse and I had desperately hoped that they would re-organize things somehow. Marcille's plot in this feels painfully tacked on and unrelated to Izutsumi's introduction, and the concept of the nightmare is so good, it could have easily been expanded to be an entire episode on its own. I wish they'd done that. They could have paired Izu's intro with the ice golem story to have one all-Izutsumi episode and then one all-Marcille episode... alas.

Those are changes I would have LIKED to see, but here's some changes I didn't like:

(MAJOR MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!)

Trigger removed Laios' mother's only speaking line in the manga. It would have taken SO LITTLE to have someone read this single sentence, and removing it, in my opinion, has a negative impact on the story as a whole.

It SOUNDS like a generic thing when she asks Laios "When will you give us grandchildren?" But this is actually really important. Laios is afraid of being forced to make a family and participate in society. This is unusual because he's a man, most men in a historic time period of this don't really care about such things, but Laios is so afraid of it, it's a recurring nightmare!

This is also why he acted so weird seeing a loving father/baby scene in the magic paintings chapter. He hated seeing a father talk about how much they love their baby.

Laios is named after a story about murdering your children before they can hurt you. Like an Oedipus Complex supposedly means that a son wants to have sex with his mother, a Laios Complex means a man wants to kill his sons. Kui did not pick this name and then have Laios repeatedly be uncomfortable with children, marriage and fatherhood for no reason.

Obviously Trigger didn't make any of these connections and so they didn't think it was necessary for Laios' mom to speak this line out loud, but I vehemently disagree.

This is similar to my beef with them removing Yarn Floke's only dialog in the story and removing her from the scene with the Island Governor. That moment told us that Mr. and Mrs. Floke were equal partners, and now anime watchers assume she's just his wife who doesn't do anything. That sucks.

The addition of paintings of Marcille's father in the nightmare. Woof. I really don't care for this, if they wanted to do it i would have preferred it if they'd obscured the paintings somehow so it wasn't obvious that Marcille's father wasn't an elf.

I think this makes the later reveal of her half-elf status WAY less surprising.

Also, in the manga, the complete silence around her father created a strong subtext that Marcille's mother was her only parent that mattered. They could still accomplish this but I think it won't be as shocking.

People reading the manga probably thought "her dad was an elf and he died young and that traumatized her" (this is what Laios assumes I'm sure)

People watching the anime will think "her dad was a tall-man and his natural death of old age is what traumatized her" which is true, but they aren't supposed to actually know that yet...

Overall the episode was good aside from these issues. I liked that the nightmare sequence was in black and white, and the transition to color at the end was spectacular and very impactful... But part of me wishes they had done something else to differentiate the nightmare state from the normal animation. The black and white was good, but almost too subtle because the DM palette is already so desaturated.

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cheezeybread · 6 months ago

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Back to our regularly scheduled Alice-asking with Anon McGee.

After playing the game for a few hours and getting through some stuff, I have some thoughts. None in particular for any sort of request [although, at the time of writing this specific part, I am unsure of if I'll tack one onto the beginning of this ask [I did not]. I am also unsure of if it will be related at all], but they're still interesting and maybe can be used for this stuff going forward [for as long as I keep requesting such self indulgent things].

1. Teeth are a currency. Not a whole lot to do with that one, but it is incredibly strange to me even still.

2. Many of the enemies are made visibly of this black, ink-like ooze. Not all of them, but a good majority of them. I feel this means overblots may cause additional layers of stress because of the implications it might cause [something to do with the fact that this inky substance was what corrupted Alice's wonderland, it sounds like it COULD be taken as a physical representation of that same kind of corruption, and the overblotter going literally insane. Could be good oneshot fuel?]

3. Alice is actually SUPER chill in the environment of the wonderland aside from when it's actively trying to kill her [although the reaction does not necessarily have to apply to the reader character we've been using as a stressball for these scenarios, I think it's pretty interesting and likely means that the initial reaction to the students of Heartslaybyul would be void should I have known prior to this that wonderland was actually pretty alright and fine for the most part]

4. Another minor detail that doesn't really mean a lot, but in the Hatter's domain, there's flamingos all over the place. While I was exploring, I saw several just sort of Around. In cages, hung up on walls, some- upon entry- were on those like.. Spitroasters or whatever they are. Many were on wheels being forced to run to give power to some machinery. They all looked pretty... Not alive, though. Also, they were strangely dodo shaped, but that's neither here nor there.

That's all I have for the moment regarding that! Feel free to take it and run however you want, I can't think of any specific request I can give relating to any of these except for the overblot one

Dang, this game sounds absolutely vicious, I love it XD

I need to take your mind and put it in a little glass jar filled with water to observe it (meant in a positive way). Maybe shake it around some to see what kinda scenarios pop out.

But the best I can come up with are some *. * ·imagines*. * · to keep your brain occupied for now

Imagine an MC who- in every single fight they get dragged into (which is an awful lot in the game lmao)- stays behind for a moment to collect some of the teeth punched out by spells and fists. The broken ones that are cracked aren't worth much, they say to their friends who ask what they're doing, but the whole teeth can buy you a lot of good things. Much to the horror of the Twisted Wonderland students, it's eventually realized that MC thinks that teeth are a currency here. They don't know why, but can only speculate that it's from the same issues from before... Riddle eventually ends up begging (or as close to begging as he can get-) for Azul to tell you about Twisted Wonderland's currency. Horrified yet intrigued by your grotesque idea of money, Azul teaches you about merfolk economics, as well as the thaumarks people use on land...of course, he's going to try and get you to explain the whole "teeth currency" thing to him, and what makes one tooth worth more than others.

The inky enemies would actually make for a KILLER oneshot, I might have to write something along the lines of it one day... Maybe Twisted Wonderland (or at least, the part that held the Queen of Hearts in it) and Alice's Wonderland are two sides of the same coin...? While they're both in different dimensions (maybe even parallel to one another!), they're both similar. The main difference was that Alice's Wonderland is isolated from the rest of the world, while "Twisted Wonderland" had different cultures and societies to expand with? The isolation caused some in Alice's Wonderland to "Overblot" (or, at least, some form of it) and become enemy bosses. So maybe Overblots are slightly different in each world, but they're still present!

Imagine an MC who (after having a few breakdowns at first regarding Heartslabyul) eventually calms down...to the point where everyone gets extremely worried about them. Riddle accidentally says "Off with your head!" to an unruly student within their earshot, but MC is so chill that they look...almost zoned out, their eyes glazed over. Like they're in a completely different world. As the overblots go on throughout their stay in Twisted Wonderland, MC's calm demeanor only gets worse. They don't seem to react hardly at all to- well, anything. It's like they've just accepted where they are and the danger they're in.

Mmm short and squat dodo-like flamingos. I like to think that our poor MC, after first seeing the flamingos in Heartslabyul, didn't actually see them, but saw their not-quite-alive bodies wandering around, some being roasted over a fire, others lurking ominously behind bushes, some in cages. All some form of injured or deadish. It would most definitely take a while until MC could see the creatures as they truly were (that is, alive and well, and most definitely not so creepy), but until then, they take it in stride. No one even knows how MC sees the flamingos until they offhandedly mention it one day, and Cater's just like "....no?? Why would we be roasting flamingos???"

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fuck-customers · 8 months ago

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This is kind of an overly specific but also vague one at the same time but idk what to do abt it lol so I figure I'd ask here if it's even illegal before escalating or contacting OSHA or whatever place I'm supposed to for this.

Okay so background my store is a big chain, and they got in trouble a few years back for how they did "on call" shifts. They'd have ppl scheduled for "on call" or "call in" which meant u call before heading in to see if they need u or not. If yes u go in and work the shift, if not u just don't work that day, no pay or anything.

They switched to a slightly different way for it now, where they tack on the "call in" hours at the end of a shift instead of it being the whole shift. So u don't know until partway thru ur shift whether it's a 6hr shift or an 8hr shift. They'll come up and be like "we're keeping ur extension today" or "we're not keeping ur extension today".

Idk if it's still illegal cause it's 1)partial shifts r affected rather than the entire shift and 2)they inform u at work rather than u clearing ur day and calling before even heading in and 3)they do adjust relevent breaks based on whether ur extension is kept or not (6hr u get a 15, 8hr u get an additional 30)

Is this illegal? I don't want to try to report it and end up wasting OSHAs time or worse getting fired

I'm honestly not sure. It doesn't sound right but I would suggest you call your local labor board and ask them if that's legal.

-Rodney

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A Review of “Squid Game Season 2 (2024)”

In 2021, Squid Game became a cultural phenomenon. I thoroughly enjoyed it and thought it was a great addition to the Battle Royale genre. The story does end on a mild cliffhanger that feels like it was tacked on because Netflix wanted to make it a franchise. Now here we are in 2024, with another season of Squid Game. Does it live up to the hype?

Despite feeling like the creator, Hwang Dong-hyuk was forced to make more seasons of Squid Game, he does not half-ass it. He does push this season in new directions and adds new elements to make the story exciting. For example, they added a new rule to the games by making it so they can vote to leave with the current money after each game. This new rule is a fun addition as it creates an exciting rift between characters who want to go and those who don't. Turning Gi-Hun from a scummy guy in Season 1 into an all-good hero sounds bad on paper. However, it adds a new layer to the games as Gi-Hun now has new challenges with his knowledge. He faces ordeals such as convincing others to stop, knowing what agendas the higher-ups intend for them and figuring out ways to escape with the others.

Of course, there are new games in season 2 and they are still very entertaining to watch. I also appreciate that the games this time aren't as focused on physical strength and more on skill. I also appreciate that there is some new world-building as well. We get to see more about what the recruiters are and how one ends up being a pink-masked guard. The set design and costumes are mostly the same as it was in season 1 but it is great that they were still able to replicate the same feel from season 1. Jung Jae-il returns as the music composer and he continues to deliver a great score.

Unfortunately, my biggest gripe with season 2 is that the contestants just aren't as likeable as those in season 1. We got to see how many contestants lives were like outside of the game and even the reasons why they were entering the games. This made us care about them and it was why it hurt when they died. This is not the case in season 2 because the only characters we spend with outside the games are Gi-Hun and the police officer, Hwang Jun-ho. We never get to spend much time with the other contestants and at times when they mention their reasons, it is usually in a small quick dialogue. The show also does a jarring thing where they introduce an interesting character that you want to know more of, only to kill them very anti-climatically. On that note, I genuinely believe that the wrong characters died in this season. These characters would have been more interesting if they were kept alive.

In terms of story, I do have some gripes. There is a subplot with one of the pink guards which ends up going absolutely nowhere in season 2. Additionally, the police storyline continues to be dull and predictable like in season 1. Furthermore, there is a loss of meaningful messages and themes. Season 1 had interesting social commentary on inequality but season 2 tosses all of that in favour of good guy vs evil corporation. The story in season 2 also feels like half the complete story with an extremely jarring ending. It feels like they split the full story into part 1 with season 2 and then part 2 with season 3.

Despite it all, I do still find season 2 entertaining to watch. While it isn't as good as season 1, I do think it is an enjoyable enough sequel. Hopefully, season 3 will be a satisfying conclusion.

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Watching You Fall in Love (is My Greatest Achievement)

Steddie Fic | Wayne POV | Little_Annie | Ao3

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"You love him don't you?" Wayne whispers, breathy, quiet, his voice cracking around the edges of something that feels like raw emotion.

It's then that Eddie turns his gaze away from Steve to look at him, the light never fading from his eyes and the smile never wiping from his face.

"More than okay Son."

Eddie's smile brightens once again and if Wayne notices the small amount of tears welling in his eyes, he says nothing about.

"You ever going to tell him?" Wayne continues, nodding in Steve's direction, the boy still oblivious to the conversation being whispered behind his back.

"I don't know if I can."

Wayne says nothing to Eddie's reply as he watches the boy return to the living room where he sits down next to his best friend. Steve smiling bright as the sun upon Eddie's return.

—

Months go by and Wayne gets to watch as Steve falls too. It's there and so obvious to anyone but Eddie.

His eyes linger and his smile never fades. Soon Wayne sees as he sits a little closer and his cheeks grow a little darker.

He looks fond. Fond in a way Wayne's never seen anyone look at his nephew.

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It's nearly a year into their friendship when Steve's standing at Wayne's side and whispers, "I think I love him."

"Tell him," Wayne answers easily, leaving out the 'please' he so desperately wants to tack onto the end of that sentence.

Steve leaves, but not before whispering back to Wayne, "I think I will."

—

No more than a week later Wayne comes home to find the boys on the couch, Steve sleeping and curled into Eddie's side, snoring with his nose pressed to Eddie's neck.

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"He loves me," Eddie says one evening, weeks down the road, a rare occasion when Steve isn't over and Eddie's actually home.

Wayne smiles, his heart so warm and full as he says, "I know."

—

Steve's been over for a few weeks now. Part of Wayne's convinced he's moved in, what with the new additions to their fridge and bathroom vanity. The idea doesn't upset him in the least.

He's gotten to witness their love grow during that time anyway.

He's gotten to witness the way Steve kisses a grumpy Eddie good morning until he finally smiles.

Or the way Eddie lights up when Steve's arms wrap around his waist and he whispers an "I love you Eds," that Wayne isn't sure if he's supposed to hear.

Or the way they giggle and kiss and love one another in such a beautiful and uninhibited way.

Though this time, Wayne's inside as the boys are on the roof smoking and he thanks the lord above that all he can hear are the faintest of whispers.

There's only parts of the conversation that he catches, but his heart swells when he hears Eddie's voice so clearly say, "I'm gonna marry you someday Steve Harrington."

—

Wayne cries the day Eddie shows him the ring.

And cries even harder when Steve shows him his.

They can't marry, not legally anyways. But that doesn't stop Jim Hopper from officiating a ceremony or Joyce Byers from walking Steve down the aisle.

The backyard to Hoppers cabin is filled with faces Wayne has grown familiar with over the years. Young and old, smiling and crying all the same.

Dustin and Robin both write speeches, both as rambling and as funny as they are beautifully heart wrenching.

There's not a dry eye in the house.

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The boys move into an apartment where they build a life together.

Wayne visits often for meals or a cup of coffee in the mornings, still delighting in the way his Eddie seems so wonderfully overcome with love and affection.

He'd thought he'd shed enough tears for his lifetime at the wedding, but one evening, sat at the table with Robin Buckley and his boys, Wayne finds out he's gonna be a grandpa.

Elaine Birdie Munson is her name.

Sunshine, they call her instead.

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Ao3⤵️

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