#i’m sorry i just. do NOT see why people love the cast of 2 so much
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#i’m sorry i just. do NOT see why people love the cast of 2 so much#maybe it’s just cause 3 absolutely ruined them for me#i think i’d like 2 a lot more if they all stayed dead#OR if we actually saw them act as and become despair.#okay im realizing that maybe a lot of the love for 2 from the fandom comes from extrapolating them out? bc yeah thinking about what they-#we’re like as ROD or how they cope with it after the fact. like yeah that rules. but we don’t get that in canon#in fact we get the opposite of that. we get a worse version of that. which makes me not care about them at all#but it’s just like. god they’re so boring.#fuyuhiko and peko absolute top tier. and gundhams fun. and i LOVE mean girls hiyoko. and mikan’s great but only post twist#anyway the v3 cast are literally all fucking insane and i love that in a story#thh is all like. grounded only a little bit fantastical characters. they all feel like real teens. 2 they rev it up but don’t fully commit#v3 is off the charts. balls to the walls. these guys are absolute freaks#let’s be real any cast with miu in it would become automatic fave tho#miu and GONTA? MY BOY GONTA?? YOU WANNA SAY GONTAS THE WORST THE SERIES HAS TO OFFER????#we can all agree the worst is 3. future AND despair. equal oppurtunity shitty writing
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An Arranged Marriage, part 11
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
M!troll x f!reader
2k words, sweet domestic fluff
There are definitely more differences between humans and trolls than you really realized, but at least half the fun is finding those differences.
(Also, ask box is always open, I am literally always vibrating out of my skin to talk about this man)
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The sunlight still streamed through the windows when you awoke, but now cast long shadows along the walls. Your head rested on Zen’jan’s chest while he laid on his back still asleep, one of his his arms wrapped around you and one of your legs tossed over his. It felt good just to be entwined like that, not worrying about how long you had been gone, or a cover story, or anything else.
You could not help but drag your fingers down his chest, feeling the divots of both muscle and scars. There was something nice about being able to just observe him him like this, to be able to get a good look at him without feeling self conscious as he watched you back.
Looking up at his face like this you were able to really take him in. His skin was smooth, not a trace of facial hair. His chest was the same and no hair at all and you could not help but reach over to run your fingers down his forearm out of curiosity, just to check. Sure enough, smooth as could be.
“Are you having fun?” he did not open his eyes, but you looked up to see him smiling.
You buried your face into his chest, embarrassed over being caught.
“You did not have to stop, it felt quite nice. I cannot say the last time I have just been able to relax like this and enjoy someone’s company” he pulled you little closer.
“Zen?” you asked, “Did you want an arranged marriage? Like was this something you expected?”
“No. An arranged marriage is not a normal thing here, nor was it something I wanted”.
“Oh” you felt a bit bad, you had not actually talked to him about any of this at all in the last month.
You grew up knowing one day you would have your marriage arranged for you, and it really was not a big deal, just what was expected. Most people you knew were in an arranged marriage after all, and maybe they grew to love their spouse and maybe they did not, but that was not important. What was important was that it kept you in a good societal status and you got to keep living your life of luxury.
“Was there someone in your life then? Before all this?” you asked.
“No. Nothing serious. I never made that sort of time, certainly not during the war and then after there was always too much to do with rebuilding”.
“But there was someone then?” you did not know why, but the thought of that was vaguely upsetting.
“No. Just sometimes enjoying a night with someone. But no, to answer your question I did not have anyone I was close to like that”.
“Have you ever?” you pushed.
“No, like I said, there was been a war going on since I was pretty young, I have never had time for such things”.
“But the war was only for the last few years”.
“Maybe for you, but your kingdom has been attacking my village and tribe and all the others here long before it was officially a war”.
“I had no idea, I didn’t know it was that bad” it gave you pause to realize there was probably to did not know about the war.
“There were attacks even before I was born, the larger raids started when I was 10 or so, and by the time I was 20 it was a full war for us even if it was not for you, then still nearly another 10 years to get peace. When I tell you that my whole life has been consumed by this war, I truly mean my whole life”.
“I’m… sorry” you did not know what else to say. The war had not really affected you. Nothing in your day to day life changed from it, the kingdom was never under attack as all the fighting took place here, even your father was never on the front lines.
“It is not your doing, but this is not something I really want to talk about. It had been my whole life, and now instead I would rather just enjoy laying here with you” he said and once more nuzzled the top of your head.
You felt bad bringing up the war, especially now knowing just how bad things had actually been. Desperate to change the topic you asked the first question that came to mind, “Do trolls not have body hair?” you blurted out
Zen’jan snorted, clearly caught off guard by the question, “If you mean ‘do I have hair besides on my head?’ no, that is it. I am not fuzzy all over like a human”.
“Fuzzy all over? I’m not covered in fur” you pouted.
“No, but humans are still fuzzy” for emphasis he rubbed your forearm.
“At least I don’t shed like you. Do you know how much of your hair I find everywhere? Sometimes I feel like you have fur instead of hair” you teased back.
“Those are the same thing” he insisted.
“No they aren’t! Hair doesn’t shed like how you do. Look at the pillow! It’s only been a few hours of napping and it’s already covered in your hair just from that!”
“Hair does that”.
“Not like that” you reached up to get a good handful of his hair, it was dense and you swore you felt an undercoat, and you gave a firm tug to prove your point and get a handful of shedding hair like you expected.
What you did not expect was Zen’jan’s reaction.
“Oh fuck” he moaned.
In the month you had lived together you had not heard him swear once, you were not even sure he knew any swears in common. That definitely settled it though.
You quickly released your grip on his hair, though at least he seemed equally embarrassed, his blushing turning his face a bit purple.
“I am… sorry about that. I suppose it has been a while for me” he let out an awkward laugh but would not look at you.
At this point you had somehow buried your face farther into his chest in an attempt to block out everything. Maybe if you did not acknowledge it then you could pretend that it did not happen or that the way he moaned got your heart racing with more than just embarrassment.
“I hope that since you feel comfortable pulling my hair that at least means you are not scared of me after everything” he broke the silence.
“I’m pretty sure you have fur” you mumbled into his chest.
“They are the same thing!”
“No they aren’t! Look at this!” you showed him the fistful of shedding strands that came out when you pulled his hair.
“Yes, hair does that”.
“No, it doesn’t! See?” you ran your fingers through your hair, only a loose strand or two came free.
“So? Some people shed more hair than others, that is normal. And hair and fur are words for the same thing”.
“They aren’t, and you’re shedding so badly anyways. You hair is absolutely everywhere”.
He sighed before speaking, “I know, it is hard to comb it all out by myself so it has been a while since I have really been able to get all the loose hair out”.
“I don’t mind helping, especially if it means not having your hair on ever surface in this house”.
“I was about to get up and get us some food, but maybe you could help me comb out the loose hair first?” he asked.
“Sure”.
He nuzzled the top of your head with his jaw before carefully rolling out from under you and retrieving a comb from the bathroom.
“So just comb it out?” you asked as he handed you the comb and sat down in front of the bed so you could reach his head.
“Yes, just keep combing until no more hair comes out”.
Shedding was an understatement. You started at his hairline and combed and combed out a seemingly endless amount of hair just in that one section.
“You absolutely have an undercoat in your hair, I’m just saying” you remarked.
“Many people have a second layer” his eyes were closed and he was leaning his head back on your lap, he looked so relaxed, you even heard his soft purring sound.
“Not humans, that’s not a thing for us”.
“Really? Weird”.
“How often are you supposed to this?”
“Once a week or so”.
“And when was the last time you did?”
He stayed silent.
“Zen, when was the last time you combed out all this hair?” you asked again.
“A few months” he admitted.
“A few months?!”
“It is hard to do on my own, and it is hard to see what I am doing”.
“Couldn’t you have asked Bira or Ba’tual for help?”
“I did sometimes, but they are both busy a lot and I did not want to be an inconvenience”.
“Well, just remind me, I don’t mind doing this for you” you scratched the top of his head where you had finished combing out all the shedding.
He leaned his head to the side and nuzzled against your leg, “Thank you”.
“The nuzzling” you began, “I thought that was just a rut thing”
“The jaw and cheek nuzzling mostly is, but it is all just affection anyway. Do humans not show affection?” he teased.
“We do! Just not like that”.
“Then what do humans do?”
You leaned forward and kissed his forehead and pulled away to see him smirking.
“You tricked me” you said.
“I did not trick you, you did that all on your own” he was still smirking.
“But you knew I’d probably kiss you”.
“I was hoping you would, but you still chose to do it”.
“Do trolls not kiss?” you asked.
“Tusks" and he tapped one of his for emphasis, "They do make being face to face difficult, so no, kissing is not a thing we really do. Some people picked up on it from the orcs and might kiss their spouse’s hand or top of their head, but otherwise no”.
“You press your forehead to mine, isn’t that hard if both people have tusks anyways?”
“It is, and since everyone’s tusks are different it means that with a new partner you have to really get used to what angle to hold you head at to do it, that is why it is very intimate. Exactly how it is done is different for every couple, you have to take the time to learn your partner”.
You blushed at the implications, you had been taking it as just a small gesture and had been returning it without a thought. It reality it was deeply intimate and something unique to everyone.
“Well, in that case, you’ve been awfully affectionate since we’ve gotten home” you remarked.
“Can you blame me? I spent a month on edge around you and sleeping on the floor assuming you either were scared of me or hated me and did not want to be here. But now when given the option to leave you still chose to stay. You let me carry you home, you asked me to be close to you so you could sleep and then cuddled up to me, I woke up with you on my chest, and you offered to comb out my hair. I have never had someone in my life in this way, and it feels good and I do not know how else to show that I am happy about it”.
He was looking up at you, head nearly upside down from how far he was leaning back in your lap, vivid green eyes darting across you face and gauging your reaction.
“I know what you mean” it was a new feeling, and weird, but good. You were allowed to be affectionate for once, allowed to get attached for the first time, not just a quick fling for fun with no feelings involved. “and it’s all pretty new for me too”.
You leaned down somewhat awkwardly and pressed your forehead to his. There was quite a bit you were still concerned about, but at least you knew your husband was a good man.
Part 12
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Christmas Valentine
A/N: This one was requested by @writingsoftheloser, and I loved it so so much! Thank you so much for requesting! I had the idea for it and then I came across the song Christmas Valentine by Jason Mraz & Ingrid Michaelson and it is so Bucky and gave me all the feels and ughh... just give it a listen please 🥹🥹I really hope you all like it!
2. "You shouldn't have"
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns, reader is called doll)
Word count: 1k
Holiday prompts ⛄
'Twas the night before Christmas, when every corner of the common room was bathed in the warm glow of sparkling colored lights. The chimney crackled, casting a cozy fire across the room. Everyone was dressed in their festive best, and joy permeated the air… and Bucky would much rather be in his room.
He remembered Christmas, he truly did, Steve made sure of that, and it’s not that he didn’t like everyone - he liked Steve, and Nat sometimes, and Sam could be somewhat tolerable every now and then. Yet, this Christmas, his first after everything, he preferred observing from a distance. A bottomless glass of scotch kept him company, the amber liquid warming him as he contentedly watched from afar, even if it meant being away from you.
“Merry Christmas everyone!” Ah, shit, you. How could he forget to include you on his mental list of people he enjoys? Bucky caught himself smiling into his glass when you entered the crowded room with your cheerful exclamation. Nat hugged you, Wanda playfully placed a Santa hat on your head, and despite the festive welcome from others, you still searched for Bucky and shared a quiet smile across the room.
God… the way he felt for you. He never thought after all those years he would be able to feel something like that again, something that felt so warm even though it must be snowing outside.
The night went on, food and drinks came and went, and the two-week-long Secret Santa that had been going on was finally revealed. It was right after the gift exchange when you began walking towards him, with a beautiful ear-to-ear smile on your face courtesy of the festivities and the sweet drinks Wanda kept giving you.
“Merry Christmas,” you greeted him. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by before, I was dragged to the whole thing as soon as I arrived.” You laughed slightly, remembering to the way you were engulfed by your teammates.
“I could see that,” Bucky laughed too, more discreetly, but laughed too. “Merry Christmas, by the way.” He knew he sounded awkward when he said it, almost as if he wasn’t quite sure if those were the words he wanted to say, but when your cheeks heated up and your smile got shyer, he knew he had to be doing something right.
“Hey, listen I- uhm-” It was your turn to be awkward as you fidgeted with the gift bag on your hands. "I know you didn't want to be part of the Secret Santa thing but I can't let you celebrate Christmas without a gift." Bucky decided to keep the image of your reddening cheeks forever in his head, perhaps for a rainy day.
"Oh, doll. Why did you bother yourself with this?" The festive paper bag in your hands reached the top of the table, and Bucky hesitated to reach for it.
"You are never a bother, Buck. This is the least I could do to thank you for all the training."
Bucky chuckled to himself as you pushed the bag towards him, finally grabbing it, and once he opened it, his cautious smile turned into surprise. "You shouldn't have."
"Nonsense." You shrugged as he revealed the first edition of The Hobbit you had gifted him. "Remember that time you called me a Hobbit because I kept referring to your missions as adventures?”
"Of course I do." Bucky laughed softly. "Of course, I do," Bucky laughed softly. The gift, a first edition of The Hobbit, left him genuinely touched.
“I also may have overheard you say to Sam that you read it when it came out. I though maybe you could have a little thing from back then, now.”
"This is… this is wonderful." You took this thankfulness with a smile. Contrary to his words, though, he groaned. "Well, now this is embarrassing, but I might also… uhm…" He reached down his chair, pulling out a gift bag. "I also got you something but it's not nearly as good as yours."
You gasped dramatically at the sight of the bag, making grabby hands for it. "For me?!" Bucky nodded, silently confirming your question and watching you intently. Every move you made tightened his stomach into a tighter knot, not sure if you would even like it - opening the bag, taking out the little box inside it, untying the ribbon from it… every second felt like torture for him.
You took in a sharp breath when you opened the box, admiring the beautiful necklace Bucky had gifted you; you had seen it before, that one time you went downtown with him. You thought he wouldn't have even noticed, but he not only watched your eyes shine at the sight of it, he also went back that same afternoon to buy it to make sure no one else got it first.
"Bucky, this is- this is gorgeous.” Your fingers ghosted delicately above it. “You shouldn’t have.” You repeated his words, making him chuckle slightly.
“How could I not? You kept going back to look at it.” He freed your hands from it, standing up right in front of you and circling your neck with his hands; his lotion made you take a deep breath and hold it as he kept moving closer, you had never seen him move so gently as he placed the chain around your neck and clasped the lock, making sure it was straight before taking a step back again.
“It's beautiful.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers toying with the charm as you looked up to smile at him.
Bucky nodded, a quiet “yes, it is” confirming what he saw right in front of him.
“Buck, I-” A call for your name interrupted you.
“Go, I’ll come find you later,” Bucky promised, hoping your thoughts mirrored his. Before leaving you kissed his cheek and squeezed his flesh arm, your way of telling him he better come find you soon.
“Would you look at that, the robot has feelings.” Sam sneaked up on him, patting his back and walking past him to get a drink.
“Leave him alone, Sam.” Steve warned, not without his own squeeze to his shoulder with an encouraging “Good one, Buck”. He had never seen his friend happier, his eyes lost in the crowd not able to stop looking at you. Bucky remembered Christmas, he was sure he did, but he had never loved Christmas lights as much as he liked them reflecting in your eyes right then.
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THIS JUST IN: CALLUM TURNER SOON TO BE DAD
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yourinstagram strollin’ London w my London boy
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fan12 am i gonna have to be the one to say it … she’s pregnant
fan23 i agree she’s only been seen in callum’s clothes of oversized jackets it’s diff from her usual style
user13 deuxmoi said on her podcast that a trusted source confirmed she’s pregnant. I believe it you can see a hint of the belly here.
user23 1) we’re in 2024 how about we stop speculating women are pregnant every time their bodies change and 2) if they are pregnant Callum will share when he’s ready respect their privacy
fan49 PLEASE Callum she ain’t going anywhere why you gripping so tight 😭😭
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tmz BREAKING NEWS: After months of speculation TMZ is finally able to confirm, Callum Turner and his girlfriend are expecting. Turner’s leading lady was photographer exiting his Los Angeles home. More pics and video in link in bio.
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user23 the violation of privacy is INSANE! Callum and Y/N I’m so sorry.
fan41 DM SAID IT!!! Congrats to the lovely couple!
user02 They were probably trying to enjoy it between the two of them but TMZ sat outside their home to snap photos. Callum’s already so private now he’s going to give us NOTHING i hope ya’ll nosy people happy
user78 callum been daddy iktr 🙌🏼
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yourinstagram When we found out I was pregnant we were so overjoyed we felt like our hearts could burst. It was something we were keeping sacred between our friends and family now that has been taken from us.
Mumma and Daddy can’t wait to meet you, baby. We promise to always protect and put you first. Thank you everyone for all the love and we ask that you respect our privacy during this time. - Cal & Y/N
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rafflaw His hand is always on the belly! Congrats man!
keoghan92 Let me and Brando know when you’re free for a playdate ♥️ children are the most precious things, much love
austinbutler Congratulations, love you guys.
lillyjames The media is horrid. So much love to your little family <3
camillerow Can’t wait to spoil them rotten
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dailymail Despite how news of his impending fatherhood broke, Callum Turner was all smiles on the Masters of the Air set as he received hugs and congratulations from the cast and crew.
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user13 He is overjoyed he is going to be the best Dad
fan12 it feels so good to see him so happy 😭
user93 do ya’ll think Barry and him crack Dad jokes on the set? LMAO
fan21 Sending him and his family all the love as they celebrate these fantastic news ❤️❤️
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callumupdates Y/N spotted looking a bit sick at the market yesterday. Hope she is doing okay 🥺
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user21 she looks insanely gorgeous wdym sick
callumupdates she’s always gorgeous but you can’t deny she looks tired and pale i’m worried the attention could be getting to her i hope callum is taking good care of her and their baby.
fan12 She’s pregnant, leave her alone.
fan13 Some women get overly tired/sick while pregnant. It’s a big change for the body. We should do what they asked and respect their privacy during this time. Why would a pap be following her around in her state?
user09 i’m really worried guys
yourinstagram Guys, I promise I’m fine and Callum is the best support system I could have ever possibly asked for 💘 Some women thrive during pregnancy but it’s kicking my ass and having someone follow me around snapping pics when I don’t feel my best doesn’t help, however I’m still so so happy to be carrying our precious gift. Thank you all for the love and support.
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callumfan HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT? Callum and Y/N already asked for privacy and Y/N has already stated she doesn’t feel her best/isn’t comfortable having people take pictures of her right now! Why is that so hard to respect?
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user19 this picture is heartbreaking. he’s glaring at the camera and it looks like she’s sinking into him trying to hide.
user11 she looks so tired and sad it sucks
fan13 don’t want no one complaining about callum being private because this right here is why he doesn’t share with us
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callumupdates Callum was not happy when he stopped for fans and they approached Y/N after he explicitly told them not to. She was in one of his sweaters and beanies and looked like she was trying to hide, according to a fan there. Callum stepped in and told the fans to step away from Y/N before the couple walked away.
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user23 Y/N is acting like she’s the first person to get pregnant she’s dramatic
fan13 she has stated she is happy to be carrying their child but the pregnancy is taking a toll on her body and mind which is why she’s always hiding/ looks tired. Not everyone has amazing pregnancies
keoghan92 It’s already annoying as is when you’re feeling like shit and people shove cameras in your face. Can’t imagine having to deal with it while also being pregnant. Cheers Y/N, may everyone start giving you the respect you deserve
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callumupdates New photo of Callum consoling Y/N last night after the restaurant they were at was swarmed - March 28
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fan23 he’s gonna pop off on someone and at this point he has every right
user12 I love them so much it hurts to see her he so sad!
fan19 alright who do I have to fight?
user10 there’s nothing Callum wouldn’t do for her 🥹
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yourinstagram Little munchkin is wearing momma out 🫶🏻 Thank you to everyone for the concern, as I stated before it’s been a huge change for my body to adjust but I have never been happier. Callum, I love you and our baby to the moon and back forever. ♾️
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kaiagerber you’re unreal
lillyjames I know Mr. Turner is taking great care of you 😌
yourinstagram He’s the best and possibly more nervous/excited than me haha
yourfriendsinstagram LOVE YOU PEOPLE ♥️
anthonyboyle if I buy the pregnancy stimulator can we put it on these assholes saying shit online? You’re great Y/N!
yourinstagram LOL STOP IT!
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rafflaw Catch us outside if you wanna talk about @yourinstagram 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻
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yourinstagram YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY 😂🫶🏻
keoghan92 where am I at? I’m leading the cause
anthonyboyle photoshop us in right now
tomhanks I want a piece of this too.
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callumupdates Y/N and Callum on their babymoon in Cabo. Friends and family in attendance are: their mothers, Barry Keoghan, Sabrina Carpenter, Austin Butler and his girlfriend, Lilly James, Sophie Turner, Daisy Lowe, and Nick Grimshaw.
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fan19 they are so loved 🥰 as they should be tbh
user23 I’m so happy they have a strong support system
fan24 it feels so good to see Y/N smile again
yourinstagram honestly it’s been a wild ride but Callum’s been my biggest blessing through it all 🫶🏻♾️
Hope you all enjoy, this was a request <3 If anyone’s interested in part 2 let me know because I have loads of baby pics I can use lmao & as always feel free to pop in and talk to me about Callum, Austin, Elvis, or Harry if your heart desires 💘
#callum turner#callum turner x reader#callum x reader#callum turner fanfic#callum turner ig edit#callum turner instagram edit#dad! callum#*made by me
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When The Night Falls - W.A.
Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wednesday isn’t soft. But when it comes to a certain someone…
Warnings: Angsty fluffy crap mixed together, mentions of cheating
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: HA! You guys thought I would do something from the poll? I’m an uncontrollable creature. Also, this is semi inspired by ‘reckless’ by madison beer.
Wednesday Addams was not soft. In fact, that was the last word she would ever use to describe herself.
But today, when she had swung open her door, ready to give whoever woke her up at 2 a.m. hell; she was surprised to find out she felt a little bad after seeing your crying figure.
“Wednesday?” You sniffle, swiping at your eyes desperately in an attempt to look somewhat presentable.
The raven-haired girl stares at you blankly, refusing to give away any of the emotions she was feeling.
Eyes all red and puffy, nose tinted pink; she hated to admit it, you look cute.
The thing was, for the past few weeks, Wednesday’s been feeling weird around you.
At first, she thought that maybe you were using your powers to cast a poisonous spell on her. But on further inspection, she realized you were casting a spell on her, just a very different one from what she expected.
It’s a peculiar feeling, having feelings for someone.
She doesn’t think she’s ever really experienced all that “crush” or “love at first sight” nonsense Enid keeps gushing about.
But right now, with you standing in front of her, she thinks she finally feels those funeral flowers budding all throughout her chest, wrapping itself tight around her heart.
“Do you mind if I come in?” You ask timidly.
Wednesday steps back without a second thought, still staring hard as you walk in. She’s suddenly struck with the realization that you came to her first, out of everyone in the whole school, even her bubbly roommate. It makes her heart sing.
You and Enid had a thing going on. The whole school knew that. You weren’t exactly together, but the look on your face when you talked about Enid was enough for Wednesday to keep her mouth shut about her feelings.
But she came to me, Wednesday thinks.
She walks towards you, tapping you softly on the shoulder.
You whirl, and immediately throw yourself at her, letting your whole body engulf hers.
You hear Wednesday let out a quiet gasp and it makes you giggle a little.
You know she’s not uncomfortable, and you know the tap was an invitation or at least an allowance for you to touch her. You have a bit of a reputation for being the only person Wednesday was willing to let hug her, apart from Enid.
Days spent with Enid usually meant days spent with Wednesday, and by now, you were fluent in the language of her.
“What happened so suddenly that you felt the need to wake me in the middle of the night?” She finally asks, failing to sound sympathetic.
She doesn’t expect it to sound mean, and you know that, so you pay her tone no mind.
“I found Enid w-with Ajax.” You tell her, voice cracking at the end of your sentence, tears welling at the corners of your eye.
Wednesday wasn’t an idiot. She knows what “finding them together” means, and despite all her fondness for the young blonde, she can’t help the anger that stirs in her immediately.
Here you were, crying and troubled over her stupid roommate (crying very prettily might she add), and what, Enid was with Ajax? Of all people?
“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N. I know how much you adored Enid.” She murmurs, ignoring the instant tugging in her heart at the sight of you wide-eyed and looking up at her.
To her surprise, you giggle a little, and it sends shockwaves through your and her own body.
You reach up gingerly, pausing long enough for Wednesday to refuse your touch if she wants to, but the goth girl stays quiet, and so you brush away some of the bangs that are covering her face.
“It’s okay.” You whisper, staring at her eyes and then her lips. “To be honest with you, that’s not even the whole reason I was crying.”
“Why were you crying then?” She inquires, and you notice her hands flexing at her side.
“I think…I might like someone else. And I was kind of upset, because- I thought Enid really liked me. But I guess not, so it all works out doesn’t it?” You laugh dryly.
Wednesday’s eyes widen at your confession, suddenly feeling squirmish underneath your gaze. Her whole body freezes, and her mouth feels dry.
It would work out if I was your partner, she thinks.
“Relax, Wends.” You murmur, placing your head back down to her chest. Your words seem to calm her down a little.
“It’s funny, I don’t like her anymore, but when she gets with someone else, I get sad. How messed up of me is that?” You tilt your head up, watching Wednesday gulp once before speaking.
“It is a stupid thing to feel.” Is what she answers, racking her brain to think of something better to say.
You hum, and everything goes quiet for a while. You feel safe, in Wednesday’s arms, in her bed, and you don’t care if Enid comes back to the dorm and sees this.
Before you know it, you’re drifting off into some walmart heaven- the smell of Wednesday encompassing you and the softness of her skin pressing against you.
“YN?” She whispers, stirring you from your so-close-to-sleep state.
You hum in question.
“Now that you aren’t interested in Enid, are you interested in anyone?” She asks, trying her best to not sound too interested in what you have to say.
You smile soft, the drowsiness making your critical thinking skills all mushy.
“Yeah, I told you that already.” You tell her and promptly snuggle yourself further into the girl.
When Wednesday finally gathers up the courage to ask you who it is, you’re fast asleep, snoring quietly on her.
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The next morning, when you wake up alone, feeling the most well-rested you’ve felt in a long time, you barely notice the dark colors of the bedsheets.
It takes you a minute, but you prop yourself up on your elbow, trying to figure out where the hell you are.
But as the events of the night prior come back to you, you find yourself grinning.
“Stop smiling like that. You look weird.” Wednesday quips, and your eyes dart to where she is, hunched over by her typewriter. There’s a glint in her eye that tells you she’s joking.
You flash her another toothy grin, surprised when she sends you a tiny smile back. And then, as if she’s just gotten shy, she turns back to her typewriter and ignores your teasing remarks.
You sigh dramatically and flop back onto her bed.
“I’m gonna sleep here from now on!” You announce.
You take her silence as a quiet acceptance.
#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x you#tara carpenter x reader#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday#mine#wednesday addams x reader
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Aphrodisiac/womb tattoo HCs
So we had these two wonderful asks from two wonderful Anons…
Anonymous asked:
this is lowkey cursed and i’m sorry… but how would the twst boys act if they ingested an aphrodisiac??? like the sexy soup scene from danganrompa 2? (rip ortho lmao)
i love the content, thank you for doing these hcs for us all !!! :D 🖤🖤🖤
Anonymous asked:
I wanted to say that just like that other Anon the Idia womb tattoo comic lives rent free in my head. Any headcanons for how some other characters would react to having a womb tattoo/consequences of having one ;)
And I’ve been going back and forth thinking whether I should write these as two separate lists or not: despite these two technically being different prompts, the end result is somewhat similar… So I decided to combine them, but specify the possible changing elements as much as possible! I hope it’s okay with you.
I’ll also talk about both tops and bottoms because I have seen some djs in which the top gets the tattoo and it just manifests in an uncontrollable desire to impregnate someone lol And sexy soup doesn’t discriminate, so neither will we >:3
Thank you so much for your patience, your asks and for enjoying our stuff. Let’s dive in.
Riddle – he would be so helpless. If he knows for a fact that there is a culprit to this (i.e. Ace added something to his tea, or someone casted a spell that came out wrong), he’ll take their head off. Then he’ll try to fix himself with magic or some other potion, but he’ll just end up significantly enhancing the effect of the spell/potion somehow. He’ll try to go to infirmary next, but will collapse on the floor helpless and horny until someone picks him up… imagine trying to help out your strict and proper housewarden just to hear him whispering something uncharacteristically horny to your ear because his womb tattoo is so bright you can see it through his west/the aphrodisiac effect is so strong he is drooling.
Ace – his go-to would be to lock himself in their dorm room and start masturbating lol but it won’t help him because the aphrodisiac is strong/the womb tattoo won’t go away until he actually inseminates someone. In his perfect world this condition of his would be a secret, but he is loud af, so people will absolutely hear him yelling “why doesn’t it go away??” from the other room. Pray for any guy who walks on him trying to fix this thing himself: Ace is desperate, he doesn’t care who this is anymore…
Deuce – he’ll 100% try to isolate himself, and he’ll do a better job at keeping it a secret than Ace (completely terrified of the possibility of being made fun of)… at first. After he masturbates and touches himself down there 34 times (HOW MANY TIMES??), and realises that he just keeps teasing himself and feeling even worse, he’ll bite the bullet and go ask for help. He won’t go to Ace though, he’s more likely to ask a senpai if he knows how to fix this… maybe Trey. He is smart.
Trey – he’ll instantly figure out what this is, and pretty quickly realise that this is probably the result of some kitchen or lab accident… he’ll miraculously manage to conceal his boner for an entire day, trying to solve the mystery of how the fuck is he supposed to get rid of it if masturbating would only make it worse. Then he’ll begrudgingly accept the fact that he has to have sex for this to go away, start thinking about every possible “safe” candidate… and end up fucking Riddle, which is the least safe option out of all of them lol but he got way too horny by the end of the day.
Cater – he’ll lie about feeling unwell and hide in his room. Then he’ll try to google either the spell itself (he’ll only find doujins lol) or some ways to get rid of the aphrodisiac’s effect, but it wouldn’t help much because to do anything he would have to leave his bed. He’ll try sleeping it off, but then wake up in the middle of the night feeling worse than ever with his sheets completely wet and his dick hard and red. He’ll probably go out of his room and jump the first guy he sees, pushing him against the wall just so he doesn’t see who is touching him. He won’t remember much about it afterwards… was it a dream?
Leona – he doesn’t have time for this bullshit: the moment he notices something shiny under his belly button, he’ll know what to do. It is very humiliating, but you know what’s more humiliating? Suffering with this shit for an entire day. So he’ll just call Ruggie and demand for him to cum inside until the tattoo is “filled” and goes away. Or until he sweats off all the aphrodisiac juices…
Ruggie – to him it’s a huge bummer that messes with his plans a lot. He’ll try to power through this, but he won’t be able to. This is the first time in Ruggie’s life when he wants to have sex because of horniness and not because of the perks it would give him. He would start sniffing the other beastmen sneakily, thankfully, they wouldn’t expect anything shady from him… he’ll probably end up being saved by Leona though, who yoinked him at the very last moment before Ruggie tried to pounce on some huge dog guy. Being horny makes you stupid.
Jack – he’ll try very hard to tolerate and hide it, but he won’t be able to :( He’ll start pacing around, panting with his tongue out, drooling, sniffing everyone… not to mention, the bulge is huge and very obvious. Sometimes the tattoo would randomly get shinier and stronger, and Jack would barely hold back the urge to hump the closest thing next to him. At some point he’ll give up and go to the infirmary, but will see Deuce before he manages to. He’ll breed him for 4 hours.
Azul – he is way too proud to ask for help, he’ll hide in his room for an entire day and refuse to leave his desk lol it’s so obvious he is hiding something under the table. He’ll be so irritable for an entire day, he’ll snap at everyone to leave him alone and get back to work… He is very good with spells and potion, so he’ll also try to fix it himself, but will also make it significantly worse. His only option is to demand the Tweels to bring him Idia without explaining anything…
Floyd – he’ll try to fight it for like 30 minutes because he didn’t want to get a boner wtf. He has no shame, so he’ll show the tattoo to everyone and poke it a lot. But he’ll get tired of it pretty quickly; so while Azul and Jade were discussing what they could do to help Floyd out and whether they should collect his saliva to study the aphrodisiac, Floyd just went and fucked someone. What? He wanted to.
Jade – it's definitely an uncomfortable sensation and he’ll try to get rid of asap, but… maybe he could show it to Azul and politely ask for a day-off, just so Azul yells at him to go away and not come back until that thing is gone? Maybe he’ll do that. And then he’ll think about who he would like to fuck, since he has this perfect excuse of “oh I am sorry, I can’t quite control myself”. Who would be the most inconvenienced but would have the most interesting reactions? Much to think about on his day-off.
Kalim – come on now, is there any other possible scenario? Of course he’ll wake up with a fever and a huge boner, all sweaty and in agony, and Jamil will lose 10 years of his life worrying about someone poisoning Kalim. He’ll make him drink 30 antidotes, and none of them would work because this isn’t poison, it’s an aphrodisiac… or a womb tattoo, which isn’t much better. So of course he’ll end up jerking Kalim off, and then having sex with him because Kalim would get so clingy that it’ll become obvious that there is only one way to save his life. Jamil will believe that it was necessary to save Kalim’s life for his own sanity…
Jamil – did he catch it from Kalim?? Anyways, he is less likely to use Kalim for this lol And he’ll also figure out pretty quickly that neither potions nor spells would make him less horny. Despite not liking the scenario at all, he’ll start convincing himself that maybe if he uses snake whisper no one would ever know about what he did…and as he starts rationalising this, he’ll get hornier and hornier in anticipation. But Jamil wouldn’t be Jamil if things went as he planned, so he’ll end up stumbling upon Azul. In such state... Jamil has never felt like he was actively leaking before… is this the worst day of Jamil’s life? Or the best day of Azul’s?
Vil – see, in theory he wouldn’t have any problems at all: all he needs to do is to excuse himself, call for Rook and be done in 20 minutes, but Vil is just as unlucky as Jamil sometimes, so it will happen at the worst time possible. Was there something in his drink? Did someone curse him in a sneaky way? Anyways, being around a bunch of sweaty guys for an entire hour of PE in that state was horrible. He was hugging his stomach and trying to sit down as much as he could for this entire time, crossing his legs and feeling very hot in his clothes. At some point he felt like he undressed completely and made his state visible to everyone, but thankfully it was just a hallucination. That scared him so much that jumped Rook the moment he saw him after class.
Rook – now this is someone who will enjoy the feeling of eagerness and horniness lol He’ll get interested in how much his body could endure without stimulation at that state. He is used to waiting out until certain poisons effect wear off, but this one is special – it doesn’t, it only gets stronger! So yeah he did a very stupid thing by waiting out for 3 days because by the time it became impossible to tolerate, Rook became delirious. Whoever he’ll jump in this state will be in his bed for a day.
Epel – he would be so horribly embarrassed and wouldn’t want to tell, but he is way too obvious. He would wiggle on his chair, be restless, pant and moan quietly, grab his stomach randomly. He would also stare a lot, especially if this is during the Magift Practice. He would transform into a “head-empty bimbo” lol Now is he going to get loved by the entire Magift team or is Rook going to take him back to Pomefiore to look into what’s wrong with him? Who knows.
Idia – we already know what would happen to him lol I’ll just add that he is probably going to try out having sex with Ortho first, but since Ortho’s seed doesn’t fill the “tank” that is Idia’s womb tattoo, he’ll just fuck his brother in vain. At least he enjoyed it, right?~
Ortho – human!Ortho that is (sorry, Danganronpa references…). Honestly, I feel like he’ll just cling to Idia instantly lol He won’t even consider an option of trying out any other remedy. If he feels himself burning with desire down there, he’ll just jump Idia and act all cutely, maybe even whine a little about how Idia is the only one who can help him. But despite being all cute and whiny, he’ll say pretty cursed stuff about producing offsprings with his niichan while fucking him. Afterwards he just shrugs and says that he doesn’t remember saying that but… Idia would be so shocked though: he didn’t know so much cum could fit into his body. He is terrified to look down.
Lilia – he would sigh and say that he is he too old for this, and that he haven’t felt like that in 300 years. He is not as strongly affected as he would if he was a bit younger, but the spell still won’t go away until he does anything to it. So he’ll just fly to his boys, pull up his shirt and playfully ask about who is in the mood to help him out; visually he would be completely unfazed, even if his dick would bulge in an obscene manner. Then again, he might also try showing it to Idia first because they had a conversation about this thing one time, and Idia thought that Lilia was joking when he said that he had experienced the tattoo before…
Silver – he’ll try to tolerate it. This isn’t the first time he has to tolerate the feeling of horniness, even though it usually isn’t this extreme + the tattoo is troubling. If it doesn’t go away by the end of the day (and it won’t), he’s likely show it to Lilia, but even before Lilia says something about the tattoo, Silver’s body would react to him just being in the same room. Silver will drop his head on Lilia’s shoulder and moan quietly, shaking a lot. This would surprise Lilia, but it’s all good, he’ll help out~
Sebek – he’ll also try to tolerate it because he is another “If I keep ignoring it maybe it will go away” type. He can’t talk to anyone about this, he can’t be seen like this! But he is absolutely going to: the boy is way too obvious. Similarly to Jack, he’ll get very red and start panting, almost crawling instead of walking. Is he hiding his boner or is his body not listening to him anymore? Your guess is as good as mine. But he will be as helpless as he would be dangerous because it will take only about 40 minutes of trying to endure this for him to start jumping on people.
Malleus – now this one is trouble; technically he is the only person in NRC that is powerful enough to neutralise the womb tattoo all by himself + his dragon blood would probably filter out the aphrodisiac very quickly if he wanted to, but… would he want it? He’ll think about it for a couple of hours while wandering around abandoned buildings, and then the heat and pain would get too annoying, but the thought of responding to and fulfilling this growing desire would start sounding kind of good in his head. Whether it’s Lilia or Sebek, whoever he sees first, would have the absolute honour of making sure Malleus’ body is satisfied. Pray for both of them because Malleus’ demands are insane: for the aphrodisiac to dissipate or the womb tattoo to be filled, it would take him 5 times the time that is usually necessary. He could even prolong it if he enjoyed it too much and didn’t want it to end. Technically. Not saying he is going to.
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Questions post-release of The Edge of Sleep
Is the dog okay? Did the dog also get possessed? Or are dogs exempt from sleep death and brain branding? The dog was in their cage for quite some hours, which may imply that dogs and potentially even other animals are immune to the beast.
Are possessed folks unable to die from blood loss or drowning so long as they have the mark of the beast?
Who else thinks the doctor isn’t actually dead (there were other doctors at the facility) and was suspiciously on-board with everything happening to Dave?
Is the doctor actually a host for the elephant (alternately just being influenced by it)? Yes, this is partially because his distorted voice in the sleep tube sounds the same as the beast, but the depictions of the beast in peoples dreams does get explained later as being different for everyone (probably based on environment).
Why was he trying to put the moves on Dave’s mom? Probably part of a manipulation tactic or he’s just weird and I’m overthinking his role in this.
What if this is all a dream and Dave is just stuck in one of those sleep pods still? We have yet to see a flashback where he’s a teenager of any sort which gives us a huge missing gap in his memories.
Another question relating to the previous ones is why did Dave see Matteo(?) and Katie(? or is that Linda?) in the sleep pod dream world place very briefly in the the trailer? EDIT: Okay so whoever that is next to Katie/Linda in the cut footage seems to be someone else who would succumb to or almost drink the beast juice (sorry, I didn't know what else to call it).
Are their IRL selves in on it? (this seems silly in hindsight, but I'm not deleting it)
ACTUALLY YEAH JUST IGNORE THESE TWO PREVIOUS ONES ONES, THIS WAS CUT TRAILER FOOTAGE, I WAS TIRED.
Is Dave in a coma and all of this has been one big dream fantasy he’s been in for a long time? If so, how long?
Much like the question of “is the dog important,” is the doctor’s memories when he was talking about his trauma important? Will that come up later given the talk of a season 2 for the original podcast?
Does the Elephant’s host bodies feel pain or is it zombie rules and they’re basically just drones that’ll keep going as long as they have some means to move around?
Do y’all think we’ll get a season 2? The series is pretty good as a stand alone thing imo that kinda lets you fill in the blanks, but I personally would like to see more in some capacity.
What did the dream people mean by “power?” Is Dave capable of the occult?
Does the Beast have access to its host bodies memories and motor skills? We see Katie’s body walking through the water. Could the beast hypothetically fly a plane if it got the right host body to do so? Could it control an entire military fleet?
What is the doctor’s connection to the supernatural happenings of this reality?
Was Markiplier the voice of the blue Modafalyst pill and the voice over of the ad that was playing on the TV in the hospital?
Was the doctor trying to get his loved ones back through the sleep pods like how Dave got that pen into reality from his dream?
How come all of the surviving main cast has had some sort of government or implied government-related job position? Was that intentional?
Each of the surviving main cast also has a double letter placement in their names too, intentional perhaps? This one is probably a reach, but I thought it was interesting!
Why did only one guy foam at the mouth when he "died?"
Why is there a difference between the pill colors in the trailer and in the final release of the show? We're the colors going to be swapped initially? Is it or was it maybe supposed to be a Matrix reference?
Also did Dave's mom seem a little too okay with what was going on at times? Does that have to do with the doctor trying to put the charm on her? Although having someone finally listen to your child's issues and have a clue about what's going on would put you in a vulnerable position, also single mom seemingly.
Who did Dr. Luis Castaneda lose and why did a dream person show up? Was that someone who left him to go live on Aristera for one purpose or another?
How many hours was Dave awake in total? So far 87 seems to be a close enough guess, somewhere in that area.
How are the dream people able to teleport into Mark's dream? How is the beast able to get into anyone's dream now that I think about it.
#this is a very unorganized list of a bunch of questions I have following the end of season 1#it's kinda funny that they used a pic from in space with markiplier for mark lol#its interesting that the trailer actually has at least two unused shots btw; the one with Matteo and Katie seemingly eating something#and the one with the possessed body moving around inside the bag in the hospital hallway#the cut footage seems to be of Linda or Katie almost giving into the beast controlling them along with Matteo but I could be wrong#was so tired i mistook trailer footage as actual footage that's my bad#rewatching this to grab screenshots tells me that Dr. Luis Castaneda is absolutely important to the story here but idk why yet#anyway enjoy my tired questions and ramblings; I know cut content doesn't necessarily count as canon; Katie's scene was foreshadowing#anyway go watch edge of sleep on amazon prime I stayed up way too late finding screenshots and things for this#how did dave see Katie's demise before it happened? that's also kinda weird; future vision?#mine#op#the edge of sleep#teos#teos spoilers#cw blood#cw gore#tw body horror#cw organs
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3.24 A New Outlook
Part 2 of 2
As the afternoon begins to fade into evening the group settles down for more relaxing activities. Lucy has packed some marshmallows and a few of us gather by the fire Paul started for us. Lacey sits between me and Paul.
“Your family must be pretty active,” she says to Lucy and Paul.
“Not really,” Lucy laughs. “Mostly just me, Paul, and our brother Matt.”
“Yeah, I think that’s why the three of us are so close," Paul explains. "We have some common interests we can share. Although Matt prefers to workout in the gym.”
“Sounds like my sister,” I chime in. “She’s always trying to get me to go to the gym with her, but I get bored.”
“I totally get that!” Paul agrees. “I do use the gym sometimes, though. I’ve taken a few yoga classes there.”
“Oh, I love yoga!” Lacey leans in closer to Paul. “It really helps me relax and get in tune with my body.”
“Yeah, I try to start my mornings off with yoga. It sets the tone for the day.”
“I try to start my day off with yoga but I somehow always end up smoking a cigarette and ruminating on my life choices instead,” I quip.
Paul laughs. It’s one of those ungraceful snorting laughs, which I wasn’t expecting.
“Speaking of cigarettes, I could use one right now,” I say and start to stand up.
“You can’t smoke out here!” Lucy chides.
“Why not?”
“It’s a fire hazard!”
I gesture to the campfire. “I think it’ll be okay.” Lucy just glares. “I’ll make sure to put it out all the way,” I assure her and begin walking towards the pond.
“Smoking is really bad for your health!” Lucy calls out behind me. “Tell him, Paul!”
Paul grumbles. “I’m sure he knows that already,” he protests. I can’t see them but I can sense Lucy glaring at Paul the same way she did at me. Paul sighs and rattles off a list of statistics about smoking and tells me how unhealthy it is.
“So is my outlook on life!” I call out.
I can hear Paul snort behind me and I can’t help but laugh to myself. I’m realizing he’s kind of a dork which makes me feel a little less threatened. When I glance back, though, I see Lacey is still hanging onto his every word. I finish my cigarette and before I can even throw it down, I hear something behind me.
“Now!” Lucy yells. I turn my head to see her and Lacey coming towards me and before I know it, they push me into the pond.
“Hey!” I yell as they break out into laughter.
“At least you know your cigarette’s out now!” Lacey teases.
“Okay, very funny. At least help me get out.”
Lacey and Lucy foolishly reach out to me and of course, I pull them into the pond with me. Rookie mistake. By now the others have started jumping in. It’s a shallow pond; a little murky, but the water feels nice after spending the day in the heat. The sun has disappeared behind the horizon and the moon is casting its glow onto the water’s surface.
Lacey and Lilly are splashing each other in a way that’s playful but vaguely threatening. Lucy is helping Quinn swat mosquitoes away. Robi and Clara are hovering around each other in the way that they do, pretending that they’re not totally into each other. Danica jumps onto Paul’s back and he begins to shake her off.
I’m suddenly aware that I’m by myself in a group of people who’ve known each other for a while, but I don’t feel alone.
Lacey swims toward me. “Sorry for pushing you in earlier,” she apologizes.
“That’s okay,” I tell her. “I’m having a great time.”
“Yeah, me too,” she smiles.
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If Val still abuses Vox like stated in the old lore, would he and Angel be able to relate?
Tw: discussions of abuse
If you weren’t back in the early days of the fandom, back then we barely knew anything about Vox. All we knew was a few limited and obvious things like he was an entertainment overlord and one of the three Vees.
However, one of the things we later learned about him in a livestream is that him and Val are in some sort of relationship and that Val is obviously abusive towards him.
This was a part of the old lore and while I’m sure Val can get violent from time to time, it seems from episode two that this new idea of Vox has a lot of control over Val’s anger and wouldn’t really allow him to crack or break his screen.
But back then we didn’t know this. Remember when we thought Val would be the leader of the Vees?
Considering that we also still thought the Voxtagram stories a were canon and Val is shown to break Vox’s screen often, we had a very different interpretation of him.
And with the popularity of amazing fan song ‘eyes on me’ from paranoid dj that also shows their relationship as abusive at the end of the video, this was all we thought their relationship would be like. (Ok but honestly eyes on me is amazing I listen to it like every week)
Now, how did this relate to angeldust?
We knew a lot more about Angeldust because he is part of the main cast, and when addict released the show was making it very obvious that Val was his boss, abuser, and that hurts and affects him daily.
When the show released we get a sneak peak of how manipulative Val is in episode 2 when he convinces Angel to come to the studio, but it is the worst in the infamous episode.
This episode’s entire theme is about Val and just how horrible he treats Angel and has no regards for his feelings, body, or well being.
I could go into more detail on just how bad Val is to Angel, but that’s a sensitive topic that’s been discussed to death already.
But as we see at the end of ‘poison,’ Vox gives Angel a look that I can only describe as smug jealousy.
Which Vox, I love you, but that is disgusting.
In this frame it’s shown to us that Vox is jealous of Angel because Val focuses a lot of his time on Angel and not him, but… Angel is literally getting raped without his consent?
Vox may be Val’s on and off boyfriend, but he’s very aware of what Val does to his employees, especially Angel. It’s part of why he works with him.
But comparing someone who youre partly letting get abused in your workplace by you’re friend and work partner to jealously because they are getting abused and beat by that person daily to be jealous of because Angel spends more time with Val than he gets to?
I’m sorry Vox, but that sickens me to an extreme level.
Of course I could just be reading to far into that one frame, but in the context of the show Vox is an egotistical overlord who is already shown to not care for his own employees. So why would he care about what Val does to his?… except when they are the source of his anger and time.
Now, theoretically, let’s say that in the new lore Val is still abusive to Vox at times. Ignoring how close they were in the finale song in episode 8.
Val is poison to everyone around him, even the people he’s the closest to.
Would Vox and Angel be able to bond over this? I say no.
Angel is a sinner, which is on the lower part of the class system in hell. It’s normalized that someone like him can be treated however it applies to a contract they signed.
There’s no sympathy for him by others except when they care for him and what it makes Angel do to himself (Husk) or when they know just what goes down in that studio (Charlie)
But I highly doubt Angel and Vox are any sense of close.
Vox mainly works on his floor, and Angel works in the studio. They obviously have met and vox still has that.. *ew* resentment to Angel, but that’s really it.
Now, vox on the other hand, is a powerful level who is on the same level, if not more powerful that Valentino because he’s the leader of the Vees.
Even if Val abuses him sometimes, he’s probably… into that.
Look at that waist and tell me that man isn’t a bottom, you get the point.
Val and Vox’s story hasn’t been told to us yet, but by using background information like a old picture of them from presumably the 70’s and how close they seem, I theorize they met a little after Val died and teamed up to become more powerful. They were a little attracted to one another, but it never did and still isn’t official, even if they look and act gay as hell. (Heh)
So Vox is on the same level as Val and has been close to him for 50+ years. They’ve had plenty of good moments, even if they are both awful people.
Oh yeah, let’s talk about that.
Since Vox is also on the same level as Val, he still is a awful person as well see in episode 2,4, and 8. (His appearances)
Even if he Dosent sexually assault his employees, he still treats them horribly, as does Velvette. I assume this is common practice for overlords to treat their souls poorly, but it’s still not a good practice. I feel bad for the fish guy who had to make angelic security on the spot, he looks as stressed as me.
He hypnotizes people into trusting him and buying his technology, which is just evil businessman behavior. Someone said he reminds them of lord business from the LEGO movie, and I see it.
He is also very petty towards Alastor in almost every way, immediately trying to brainwash his audience to not listen to him.
I’m not saying being petty is a sign of being a awful person, but for Vox it contributes.
There’s the… look in episode 4, which I’ve already discussed, but it’s important to note that Vox is in Val’s studio DURING Val shooting and mistreating his stars.
If he regularly does this is then he is more than aware of what Val does to his employees and only gives them disgusted stares back. Like all he sees in them is what Val sees, useless whores for content.
Which is obviously not good lmao
And then in episode 8 (and partly episode 6 if you look into it)
Vox is shown to have spying technology all over the city which is how he regulates his users behavior. He uses this tech to spy on alastor and the others and make fun of them like he’s watching football.
At the end of the episode, we see him happily dancing with Valentino and Tounge kissing him, showing us even more that they’re in love in their own sick twisted evil way.
Angel on the other hand, is shown to be better.
He’s in a hotel for redemption and throughout the season we see him slowly kicking his old habits like self destruction, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, distancing himself, etc.
(With the help of Husky ofc huskerdust for life)
And by the end of the season we see Angel being a lot more genuine to the others in the hotel and I only imagine he gets better once they find out it’s possible to be redeemed.
Vox is not shown to want to be morally better in the slightest, if not worse.
He wants to one up Alastor, he wants to take over hell with the other Vees, and he will do it however he wants because he’s a cartoon supervillain.
I’m not going to touch on what I Think of Val and Vox as a ship in this but what I will say is that Vox is a cartoon supervillain, doing things that even though horrible in the universe are just seen as goofy to us viewers.
Val on the other hand is scarily realistic, a abuser who manipulates his victims and forces them to have sex for his own benefits. I think that’s the main thing that sets me off for them, even if they are evilly perfect for each other. (So I’m gonna steal vox from Val)
Vox is in a much different position with Val than Angel is, equal to if not above him while Angel is very below him. We see Angel stand up to him in episode 6, but I just know he was beaten the hell out of the next day and broken even further.
Vox would belittle him, so the only way I see the two even talking genuinely is if Angel starts it.
This isn’t like Angel and Husk, where they’re both washed up losers who are going through situations similar enough to bond, there’s an extreme power imbalance that wouldn’t make it as meaningful as Angel and husk’s talk.
There’s an amazing comic, I’ll add it below, but it’s actually what got me thinking about this topic.
If Vox comes out with his screen cracked after Angel was also hurt just to yell at the other becuase he’s ruining their image, then I see this potentially working.
They could share a sweet line like Angel showing concern for Vox’s cracked screen considering that’s his face and it must feel like having you’re skull cracked open. Angel has probably been driven to that level before.
However I have this one image in my head.
If Vox and Angel are both slightly talking and then they both say, “Val can be… rough.”
I think that perfectly shows how different the two’s situations are with him.
Vox would say it all horny with a tint of love to his voice, while Angel would say it actually despaired and quiet. They see Val’s actions differently because they are affected differently by it.
Vox isn’t scared of Val because he is on the same level as him, and I think that’s the main reason to why they wouldn’t kconnect.
Besides, both Vox and Angel are either too egotistical or have too many walls up to have a legit conversation about Val without knowing each other at all.
If anything Vox is only a contribute to why Val focuses on Angel so much, their relationship is toxic af and we see in ep 2 that Val likes to get a reaction out of Vox. It’s sick and twisted but I wouldn’t put it against him to do something like that.
So, in conclusion I don’t think Angel and Vox would be able to relate to each other because their situations and relationships with Val are so different, even if Val lets it out on Vox time to time his main target is Angel. Angel gets hurt almost every day and I’d say Vox only gets hurt every couple months on a really bad day.
We know a lot of the lore has changed since the pilot and the Voxtahram stories most of these claims come from arent even canon, so I probably just ranted about nothing.
Regardless Thank you for reading, and goodnight. If you have any genuine thoughts about this feel free to share in the comments and reblogs, I’m curious.
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Can I rant a lil in your inbox… sorry I absolutely love Sasuke he’s my favorite character but I’ve never understood why people interpret him as this communist guy. Not that there’s anything wrong with that tbh but I’ve seen people say that Sasuke should’ve succeeded in his plan and been the hokage because he was gonna distribute the power to the people and I’m like…. what?!?!? His entire goal in the end is to do the exact opposite of that. Idk, I love Sasuke and the idea that the shinobi world needed revolution wasn’t wrong, but he was very driven by the trauma of being “weak” to do anything for his family and by seeing his brother go through what he did. I like Sasuke but even his fans misinterpret him sometimes even if it’s not in a negative way
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the thing is, i can understand why sasuke is the voice of reason for many reason but more specifically because 1) sasuke is ultimately one of the few characters that sees there’s something wrong with the shinobi system itself in a media where 99% of characters are blind. 2) the villanization of victims of genocide is just infuriating (see cases like jet and hama from atla). and while yes i argue sasuke is made more sympathetic people like to admit, he’s still framed as if being in the side that questions the status quo is wrong because kishimoto’s nationalist propaganda. thus i get why ppl go “sasuke was right” because he was.
but also i also agree sasuke being a communist/anarchist/the “right” choice is just. projection. because if you actually read his goals and the way he’s written, he’s none of those and i like that! personally it makes him more interesting to me. he’s flawed and so are his politics and it makes sense when you look at his background and his character growth, he’s very consistent but still manages to change in a way that makes sense in a manga where 90% of the cast stays in just one box. his ultimate goals make me crazy because it’s literally once again all about itachi and honoring his wishes even if it’s through different methods so it’s really funny when ppl that hate itachi and his goals want sasuke’s vote2 goals to succeed when he’s following itachi’s will in a way. sasuke has been defined for his relationship with itachi from beginning to end. but whatever. yes, many sasuke stans on this app mischaracterize him as well because they project their own politics to him yet complain about others like shippers mischaracterizing him (which if u look at my blog i also agree) so it’s hard to find ppl that actually like canon sasuke to talk imo
#ask#it’s just hard beca an ACTUAL fan of the source material and not headcanons and fanon that has been passed over the years as a#sasuke/narusasu fan. i learned that over time#being an*
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can you give any tips for writing scripts? do you do it before or after you film the scenes? i’m having trouble figuring out dialogue and and how to space things out..
Ofc! This might be long though so sorry in advance!
I always write my scripts before I film a scene. If the script isn’t done, then I can’t film. It’s where I map out everything. Sometimes I’ll deviate from the script, because what’s in my head when I write isn’t always easily replicable in game. I still use it as a guideline for filming though. Here’s a rough sketch of what a detailed script looks like for me:
As far as pacing, I usually try to fantasize about how the scenes would go in my head. I try to be mindful of how long it takes everyone to read too. I read pretty fast, but I know the scenes and I know the script so it’s not the same for me as it is for my audience. I like to let the dialogue hang for a bit so people have time to read what’s written, but to also observe the scene visually.
Also, I use the script to show pacing too. Since I have a larger cast it’s a bit easier to do now, but I don’t like for a character to appear in two consecutive scenes. Especially if they’re in different places and a portion of the scene didn’t include them traveling. So, if Lou appears in scene 1 then he probably won’t appear again until scene 3 or later. In my head I see it as giving the character enough time to move from place to place.
When it comes to story pacing, I don’t want too much to happen too soon. It depends on how long your story is, of course, but I try to have a slow lead up to major things. For season 2, it took all season for Lou to meet his dad. Along the way I built it up by sprinkling in a few scenes here and there. Adding in a few crumbs to conversations. With other things you don’t wanna draw it out too long. Like Kaila, Rory, and Sav’s love triangle. Kaila and Rory were meant to get together quickly to show how much pull Rory has. It also shows how much Savannah was unwilling to fight for her because she knew Kaila wasn’t her person. A lot of this stuff is just personal preference though and depends on what fits your characters.
The best thing I can recommend to do is to watch your favorite shows. See how they block out scenes. See how long each scene lasts. See how the characters move through a scene. Think about the whole season and see when major turning points occurred. Take a little inspiration from that and then tailor it to fit your story. I try not to emulate shows too much because I like for Lykaia to stand on its own (and I have certain views about copying v. inspiration), but it is very helpful to at least observe how other shows are filmed. I try to think if my show was on like Netflix or Hulu- how would it look? How would it flow? I did that a lot more this season though and not the first two. Which is why I’m really not fond of season 1 of Lykaia. At least the first half. Twilight is one of those movies that has such a distinct look that whenever the style is emulated it looks like a copy. Which was completely unnecessary, because that sickly green aesthetic isn’t the only way to show solemn and moody weather. If I wanted that vibe, I needed to tailor it to fit Lykaia. I do that now by using a lot of rain, cooler tones, and a dry color palette. So, it’s stuff like that. It’s just been a learning process for me.
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Hey hey Mars! ☺️ I’m back with another gif for your celebration!! (I hope it’s ok that I’ve sent in 2…I love your range of writing abilities and couldn’t only send in fluff)
How about this one:
Would you be able to create something angsty using this??
Excited to see what you come up with!! 💕
Hey babes! I am TERRIBLY sorry for how long this has taken but my 9 to 8 job keeps getting in the way of creativity
Mars 1.5k Celebration
Business || Tommy Shelby x Reader
Warnings: Implied infidelity, Tommy being an absolute asshole, sort of an anxiety attack
Your head is spinning. The world comes to a halt. You are sure the ground has cracked beneath your feet and plunged you into the depths of the greatest hell the world has ever known. Your fingers dig onto the edge of the desk for support. Lips quivering, parted into a silent question. All because the man sitting before you, the man whom you love and adore unconditionally, has informed you he is getting married to another woman.
The tense seconds morph into minutes, all while you watch Tommy scribble down some documents, cigarette perched upon his lips, calm and collected as if he hadn’t just taken your heart and flung it from the top of the Clock of Westminster. You ache to find in his face any sign of regret, of pain, any clue that he is hurting as much as you are, but you are met only with emptiness
You cannot bear this any longer. A thousand questions pile upon your lips, striving to escape, but only one single word manages to emerge from the depths of your throat, raspy and shaky “Why?”
Tommy has his answer ready, of course. He is always ready, or he thinks he is. Foreshadowing everything that will happen, knowing exactly how those under or over him will behave. Time and experience clearly failed to teach him that not all variables can be predicted.
“It is the only way they will side with us. We need all the allies we can gather. And with their support we will have free access to commercialise opium all over Europe. America is a promising market but until we don’t have full control of it, we need to branch out”
His reply is so derisory a laugh escapes you. What do you care about opium deals or favourable deals? What is it to you about the wants of his potential business partners? All you see is the man who holds your heart casting you aside like a cigarette butt.
“An arranged marriage, Tommy? Are you listening to yourself? This is no 1875, love. It's the modern world. Arranged betrothals are for the princes and dukes and folks of the sort, not for people like you and me. Marrying whoever we want is one of the few freedoms we possess, and you are letting them take it away from you for what? More money? More power?”
Tommy’s greed remained a perennial tense spot in your relationship. He always wanted more; more money, more power, more recognition. And he continued to trade his happiness for that. Ambitions had nearly cost him his sister, and had lost him a brother as well.
Now he had traded the love of his life.
“It is all part of a plan for a greater purpose. I marry her to please her father, and once we have secured the markets and exploited their resources, I will have us annulled on grounds of non-consummation and forced marriage. My lawyer already looked into it. Once everything has calmed, we can get married you and I”
You want to laugh. Laugh at his audacity, at the nerve he must have to think you will stand to come in second place. Not in second to this other woman, whoever she is. In second place to his ambitions. Because right now you see, rolling before your very eyes like a cheap movie, what your life with him would be like. You would never be a priority, nor would be any children born from you. Always shadowed by the veritable breadth of Tommy’s ego.
You also want to cry. Cry out your frustrations, your anger, your immeasurable pain. The man sitting before you does not resemble the man you fell in love with. Not by one inch. They bear the same name but that’s where it ends. Because the Thomas you loved had eyes of a clear blue matching a gentle spring sky, not shards of the deepest ice sending shivers through your bones. The Tommy you love did not bear a perpetual scowl, the jaw always tense and the fists always tense.
The man you love used to smile.
“And where does my opinion lie within your plans? My feelings, my dignity? Are you sending me an invitation as well? Maybe I will catch her bouquet and reuse it for our own nuptials. Do you think I will sit back and watch you-”
“It already happened”
You hoped the surprises would be over, but this new bucket of ice pouring over your head felt like a low blow straight to the gut. Amidst your silence, Tommy pulls out a piece of paper from a folder and slides it over to you. You only read ‘Birmingham registry’ and ‘marriage certificate’. You don’t need to read more. Who knew a single sheet of paper could cause such anguish? Your vision is blurry, and you don’t know if your eyes have flooded with tears or if you are about to faint. You sway in your chair, and you actually have to hold onto the desk for balance. If Tommy had laid a gun and this certificate before you and asked you to choose, you would have chosen the gun. The pains of the flesh cannot be as bad as the agony you are submerged in.
The man before you, a man you don’t know, clears his throat and lights another cigarette “They worried I would back out, so I agreed to an immediate civil ceremony to appease them”
Your body moves against your will, because you no longer have a will. Your brain and your body are disconnected; if they were in tune, you would have stopped breathing long ago, for you no longer remember how to. Every inhale feels like molten lead clogging your lungs and weighing your body. You are clumsy; disoriented. Your heel catches on a board, making you stumble as you get up. In attempts to stabilise you, your hand knocks over an ink pot, spilling it over the document. You do not remember how or when you fastened your coat or grabbed your purse. Tommy calls your name, but he does not move from his seat to pursue you from your escape. The secretaries ask if you feel well, if you need something, but her voices are white noise in your ears. You think you pushed one away, or maybe not, you only felt the clattering of breaking porcelain and tea spilling on your shoes.
It’s raining. It is spring but it's raining. The cold beads slide into the neck of your coat and down your spine. Your driver awaits with an umbrella, his smile fading into a frown when you walk past him, past the car, past the office and everyone inside it. Your foot slips on the damp cobblestones and you crash your shoulder into the wall, your hand seeking grip on the rough bricks. People behind you call your name, or the name of the one you used to be. You are not the same woman who entered that office.
You feel a pair of hands on you. Fleeting hope flashes in your heart, but the weak ember dies as quickly as it came to life. It is your driver, holding your weight since he noticed your knees threatening to buckle. You don’t know how but now you are sitting in the back of the car, drenched to the bone. The driver keeps asking you where to go, but you have no answer. You want to say home, but home is no longer your home. The rain halted, there is no wind outside. You look down to your wrist watch and you notice you forgot to wind it. The hands froze at 6 pm, the second you set foot inside that man’s office.
The world has stopped.
#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby fic#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby fanfic#tommy shelby one shot#tommy shelby imagine#mars 1.5k celebration#marsie writes
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"On-Screen Lovers" Story Event: Chapter 2
Nagi
This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.
Warnings and FAQ
Nagi: Yeah. The real reason why I was hesitant to accept the casting offer is—
Nagi: Because of romance scenes.
Rina: Eh? Romance scenes?
Nagi frowned.
Nagi: I’ve taken countless acting lessons to improve my expressiveness.
Nagi: That’s why, with enough practice, I should be able to manage. But…
Nagi: When it comes to romance scenes, I get embarrassed and can’t do well.
Nagi seemed troubled as he muttered with his eyes downcast.
I was surprised to hear that coming from him, given how he usually charmed many female fans.
(But I guess this is understandable, judging from his tough image.)
Rina: Do you happen to not watch romance movies?
Nagi: I don't watch them on my own accord. I’m not particularly interested in other people's love stories.
Nagi: So I don’t understand how to act in such a way that “makes my partner swoon”.
Nagi: Even if I’m told to put my experience in acting into good use, I just think it really depends on the situation and who my partner is…
When Nagi groaned in frustration, it made him feel more relatable to me for some reason.
Rina: … I know how you feel.
Nagi: What?
Rina: I think it’s a matter of course to feel embarrassed about romance scenes.
Rina: Besides, such scenes require you to act more delicate and that takes a lot of courage to do.
Nagi: … Are you trying to cheer me up?
Rina: Huh? Ah, no, I’m not trying to cheer you up or anything.
Nagi: I see.
Nagi didn’t say anything further, but his uneasiness was no longer there.
(I guess he feels a little better now? I hope he does.)
Nagi: Sorry for making you accompany me. I’ll deal with the rest myself.
Rina: Is there anything else I can help you with?
Rina: Perhaps you could take a break from acting for a bit and look for a change of pace?
Nagi: … I guess.
After giving it a thought, Nagi looked at me like he just had an idea.
Nagi: In that case, shall we go out for a while?
…
Following Nagi, I was brought to a nightclub with a luxurious interior.
Despite the dim lighting, the patrons and staff had polished appearances.
(The security is tight too, this must be a really high-end club.)
I felt overwhelmed due to such glamorous places being unfamiliar to me.
Just then, Nagi grabbed my arm.
Nagi: Oi, hold on a second.
(Nagi…?)
Amidst the loud booming music, my heart went crazy when I became conscious of the lack of physical distance between us.
Nagi: This place is dark and crowded, don’t stray away from me.
Rina: … Okay, sorry.
(What am I getting self-conscious for? Nagi’s just being considerate of my safety.)
(Oh? There was a scene in the script where the pair went to a club together.)
Rina: By any chance, are you here to get a feel of the movie scene’s atmosphere while taking a breather at the same time?
Nagi: I guess. But the main reason is that I was invited by the owner of this club.
Nagi: We’ve been friends for a while now because of our common interest in dance.
Nagi: I got a text saying that I might like today’s event.
Rina: I see.
Hip-hop and EDM music, which were Nagi’s likes, had indeed been playing in the club since we got there.
I could tell that he was enjoying himself from the way his body naturally moved to the music.
(I’m glad he’s feeling better now.)
Rina: You should go ahead and get on the dance floor since we’re here. I’ll wait for you.
Nagi: What’re you talking about? You should dance too.
Rina: I don't usually come to clubs, so I don't know what I should be doing here…
When I hesitantly stepped away, the DJ’s voice could be heard across the floor.
DJ: Come on, starting from now is special time!!
DJ: Enjoy this sweet and mellow mix!
A gentle R&B tune started playing.
The moment the music changed, the people around us held hands and danced together.
Nagi: You said “since we’re here”, so you should dance too. I’ll teach you.
Rina: But…!
Nagi took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.
Nagi: Don’t think too hard about it, just move your body and groove to the music however you like.
Nagi: The music has a basic rhythm pattern, so you only have to follow it and dance however you want.
Rina: Still…
Nagi: Just follow my lead, then.
He tugged on the hand he was holding and pulled me closer.
Our hips touched and my heart skipped a beat at the feeling of his body’s warmth.
Nagi: Come closer. I’ll support you.
Rina: Ah…
Before I could say anything, my body was swaying naturally to the music together with him.
The new experience felt so pleasant, I reflexively entrusted my body to Nagi.
Nagi: You’re good. That’s all you gotta do.
Rina: Really…?
Nagi: I’m not lying.
For a moment, I found myself captivated by Nagi’s smile.
(H-Has Nagi’s smile always looked like this?)
(He looks happy whenever he’s dancing, but that felt slightly different…)
Nagi was good-looking in every aspect, and I thought of him as someone who lived in an entirely different world from mine…
His gentle gaze made me feel as though we’ve become closer.
(This feels like a scene from the movie. Dancing and smiling together… we’re like a couple on a date.)
Just as that thought crossed my mind—
A nearby male patron bumped into me, causing me to stumble.
Rina: Kya…!
Nagi: Oof.
Nagi caught me.
Coming into contact with his muscular chest made my face burn up.
Rina: I-I’m sorr…
I turned my face up to catch his beautiful eyes staring right at me.
Our close proximity sent a sweet shiver through me, and all I could do was stare back at him.
Nagi: Are you okay?
Rina: Yes… thank you.
Feeling embarrassed, I replied in a small voice.
However, it was drowned out by the loud music, and so Nagi brought his face closer.
Nagi: Hm? What did you say?
(I can hear his voice right in my ear…)
I held my breath, our faces so close that they almost touched; and Nagi quickly pulled away.
Nagi: Sorry… my face was too close.
Rina: No! It’s my fault, sorry.
Our conversation was cut off and awkward silence hung in the air.
(My face got even hotter from thinking about how this feels like a date…)
Although I tried getting the thought out of my mind, my heart still wouldn't calm down.
In an attempt to mask my embarrassment, I spoke up in a cheerful tone.
Rina: I’m a little tired from dancing. I’ll go get us drinks.
Nagi: Then I’ll go. It's your first time here, you don't know your way around this place.
Nagi stopped me before I could say “but” and made his way to the back of the floor.
(It was my idea to get drinks, so I feel kind of bad…)
I ended up deciding to wait obediently for him.
And then—.
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Not Romeo, Not Juliet
Chapter 3: This Fierce Vein
Fandom: Red Hood
Pairing: Jason Todd x f!Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Jason is Hamlet...and he's terrible. Extra practice leads to new discoveries
There is no following her in this fierce vein
— A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, ACT 3 SCENE 2
Things Jason had expected when he auditioned for Bludhaven Prep’s theater production of Hamlet: 1. A sophomore would be Hamlet, his audition was amazing even if he had tripped getting onto the stage, 2. Chelsea would be Ophelia and that poor sophomore would have to pretend to love her, and 3. He would coast by in the background without anyone noticing him. What he did not expect was to roll up to rehearsal Monday morning only for the cast list to say Jason Todd…Hamlet. Apparently, he had been good and now everyone in the group wanted to know who he was. He groaned, already feeling the eyes of the freshmen on him, trying to calculate what they could say to him to make him think they were cool enough to be friends. Theater wasn’t a huge deal at this school, but it was big enough that the leads were popular, and Jason had no interest. He went to the director, trying to talk them out of casting him but they held firm.
“Mr. Todd, you were a natural, excellent. I really think you could do this professionally and I don’t say that to many people,” the director said, setting a mark on the floor before looking at him. “I know it feels like a lot of pressure, but you were made to be Hamlet.” O great, he was meant to play a madman who dies, well guess he did die once, at least that he knew he was actually good at. He sighed and just nodded, going and waiting for rehearsal to start.
By the time practice was over he was pretty sure they were reconsidering his casting. He had been terrible, missing cues, flubbing lines that he knew by heart, not focusing. He felt the restlessness he had felt ever since the pit flowing through him. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to be out, hitting something, getting this energy out in the most violent way possible. The other seniors were packing up, asking him if he wanted to go out, maybe run lines with them.
“No, after Friday I honestly don’t want to hang out with you guys ever again,” he said honestly, voice having an edge that clearly frightened them.
“Don’t have to be such a dick. We were just getting payback,” Jackson said. Jason looked over at him, eyes blazing green, and growled at him. The three of them scampered off and Jason collapsed into one of the theater seats, frustrated. He needed to rant about this. Maybe Dick could get him out of being Hamlet, use his money to drop Jason down to something else.
“Nope, sorry kid, I think you should do this play and be Hamlet,” Dick said over dinner that night. Jason sighed.
“Why? I was terrible today, I don’t think I’m cut out for being an actor,” he mumbled, pushing a meatball around his plate. He had been so annoyed about play practice that he had overdone the meatballs, they were dry, just another fuck up on this perfectly fucked up day.
“O come off it Jason, you spent six years acting,” Dick said. Jason looked at him confused. “You were Robin from ages 10-16, so in that time you were either pretending to be Robin or pretending to be Jason Todd, you’re an actor.” Jason frowned.
“Who was I pretending to be?” he whispered. Dick looked at him, eyes softening. That was the question anyone associated with Batman would ask, what was real? The person or the mask? “Who are you pretending to be? Dick or Nightwing?”
“I’m not always sure,” Dick admitted, clearing his plate. “Maybe being in this play, trying to act, will help you see who you were before you died.”
Rehearsal was pushed from Tuesday to Wednesday that week but it didn’t help. Jason was still a mess, trying so hard to get it right. He kept hearing Bruce’s voice in the back of his head. ‘You’re not listening Jason’, ‘Dick could have done this on the first try’, ‘You can do better’. When rehearsal was over the director pulled him aside.
“I can see that you’re distracted,” she said. Jason wanted to lie but he just nodded. “Is there something going on at home? I know that you live with your older brother.” Jason didn’t know why but this woman reminded him of his mother. He barely remembered her, but he did remember that when she wasn’t strung out her eyes were soft, care would radiate from her when she was sober. This teacher had the same kind eyes, the same warmth her. It made him loosen his normally tight lips.
“No, nothing like that, he’s great. Just ya know, wasn’t always a good family life. I let down my dad a lot before I…moved,” he said, stopping himself before saying ‘died’. The director nodded, understanding.
“My mother was overbearing when I was young, always thought I was a disappointment,” she said, leaning on the stage next to where he sat. “I would hear her voice in my head, just disparaging me every time I did anything. A big test, performance, dance recital, always her telling me I would screw up.”
“Does it ever stop?” he asked. She looked at him, eyes full of sympathy and he nodded. “Does it get quieter?” She nodded.
“Once you really give yourself over to what you’re doing the volume goes down. Instead of thinking about your father when you’re acting, try thinking about Hamlet, what he is feeling. He didn’t have your father, imagine what his father was like. Use that to fuel your performance,” she said. Jason nodded. “I will see you Friday at rehearsal.” She packed up and left him alone. Jason looked at the stage.
“Might as well run through it myself,” he mumbled, standing and going to his first mark. He was midway through the first act when he heard something towards stage right. He walked over, feet making no noise, as he moved through the sets stored in the wings. He came up the prop room and saw YN. She was grabbing the swords they were using and took them out of the room. He stayed behind set pieces watching as she hid the swords, one behind an old radiator, one in a light rigging that had been lowered for repair, just random places. It was the kind of prank that was actually funny. He let out a chuckle, coming out from behind the bridge piece. She froze at the noise, turning and facing him.
“Hello, didn’t know anyone was still here,” she said, setting down the last sword, setting a prop blanket on top of it on the floor. “Well, going to turn me in? I’m sure some teacher is still around. You could really fuck with my chances in the Shakespeare competition.” She crossed her arms, staring him down. A lot of bad people had tried to stare Jason down before, Bane, Poinson Ivy, Two Face….Joker. He hadn’t looked away from any of them, he wasn’t the guilty one, they were, and he would win, but he looked away from YN. This time he did feel guilty. He hadn’t been the perpetrator of that horrid prank at the open mic night, but she didn’t know that. He was there with the people who did it and Jason understand the term ‘guilty by association’.
“I’m not going to tell on you, I’m not a snitch, and I can’t wait to see Jackson whine about his missing sword on Friday,” he said. “But you should probably be more careful, sneaking around here is reckless.” He almost gagged on the word. Since when did he sound like Bruce?
“Me? Reckless? I’m sorry little rich boy, you were just slumming it in Crime Alley, who is reckless?” she demanded. Jason stared at her. “And what were you doing there anyway? Come to laugh at us poor kids? Did those asshole friends of yours send you to find something on me? The new guy gets to do the dirty work and ruin my life?”
“Woah, listen, I don’t give a shit about your life, I was there for….reasons,” he said, not sure how to say ‘I needed to hit people because coming back from the dead had side effects’ without sounding insane.
“Either way, you can’t tell anyone where I’m from, if word got around that I was just some degenerate from Crime Alley…people are mean,” she said, feeling so lame for that. Jason nodded. He understood. If you were from Crime Alley you were a delinquent, you were scum and you could never fix that. It was a label that was hard to wash off. Jason only got out because Bruce made sure of it, money was the only thing to really mover you out of that slum.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “I grew up there too.” He knew that was a bridge too far by the look on her face.
“Ya sure, you don’t need to try to relate to me rich boy,” she said. “Now I’m getting out of here, hopefully I never see you again.” She gave him the middle finger and left through the side stage door. Jason smiled after her, feeling his heart flutter a little. O shit.
Curiosity was driving Jason as he slid down the alley behind Big Belly Burger, red mask on his face. He had seen her working already, walking by the front window casually, hood up, mask on, so she wouldn’t know it was him. He could be anybody, there were plenty of vigilante pretenders in the area, he blended in. He waited until she was finished and followed her down the street. She didn’t live far from her work and Jason snuck into a familiar alley when she went into the apartment building. The same building, he grew up in. He looked around the alley, remembering finding the Batmobile right where he was standing. He still didn’t know how he went from seeing the infamous vehicle to thinking ‘I should get those rims’, but stealing those tires had changed his life and those memories were bittersweet now. He shook them away as he jumped, grabbing the fire escape ladder and hulled himself up.
She lived on the fourth floor he found. He could see through the thin curtains into her living room. She went in, taking off the apron she wore for work and hung it by the door. There was a frozen dinner on the counter, so she grabbed it and threw it in the microwave before approaching the couch where he noticed a thin woman was laying on it.
“Hey mom, how are you?” she asked, kneeling by the woman and gently touching her head. Her mother took her hand and kissed it.
“I’m feeling fine Lady Macbeth,” she said. YN smiled at her. “How was play practice?”
“I didn’t have practice tonight, I went to mess with the Bludhaven Prep stuff,” she said. The woman coughed a little and he could see concern cross YN’s face. Her mother was sick, very sick from the sound of that cough. His heart ached. He could remember that sound, his mother had coughed like that the night she OD’d. It was fused into his brain.
“You didn’t get in trouble, did you? Is that why you’re late?” her mom asked.
“No, one of the guys, that guy from the open mic? He was there, but I don’t think he’s going to say anything. They’re all jerks, but he’s the least jerky I think,” she said. Well, at least she didn’t completely hate him. “And then I had work tonight remember? Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday I work, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday morning I have practice?”
“O, right of course,” her mother answered. YN turned off the TV. “I was watching that…”
“You need to be in bed now, come on,” she said. She slid an arm under her mother and helped her stand before leaving the room. Jason sat on the fire escape for another minute before deciding he had invaded her privacy enough. He needed to get home anyway, Dick would be pissed if he came back and Jason was gone. He trudged home, now even angrier at the other seniors for their pranks. He was going to make it up to YN, he promised that.
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doomsday teaser
actor!gojo x techie!geto AU :)
hey y'all! thank you for all the love on Talk, I really appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog. i've started part II, and it should be out within 2 or 3 weeks (i'm a busy lady sorry). in a mean time, here's a little bite of another fic i wrote/am still working on. it's a techie!geto x actor!gojo AU where suguru is a wardrobe crew head for a hit broadway musical, and satoru is the star. this one is for all the former (and current) theater kids (kids as in people above the age of 18, MDNI!). there will be lots of smut and angst and plot to come, but for now, plz enjoy <3
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With that, Suguru took a deep sigh and finished walking down the narrow hallway. His shoes squeaked considerably less as he climbed the winding iron staircase up to the cast’s personal dressing rooms. When he got to the top, he was distracted by a white-haired man violently shaking the vending machines in an attempt to release a chocolate bar from its clutches.
Then he saw those eyes.
Those beautiful, bright blue eyes. They looked like they contained the entire sky.
Suguru started sorting through color theory in his head to think about which piece of fabric would go best with those brilliant irises.
“Do, uh. Do you need some help there, doll?” Suguru offered, flustered.
The man just stared back at Suguru for a moment, before responding, “Sure, crazy bangs. That would be great.”
“Not sure crazy bangs is such a great comeback from someone who’s attacking a vending machine,” Suguru bantered back.
“Hey, it’s not my fault my boss man loves chocolate. Gotta stock up for him.”
“Oh, are you Mr. Gojo’s manager?”
“Never thought about it like that. Huh. Guess I am.”
“Will I see you around then?”
“I guess you could say that, crazy bangs,” the white-haired man said with a smirk.
A tense moment passed as the two men locked eyes. The mysterious blue-eyed beauty scanned Suguru’s body up and down with no shame. Suguru should have felt self-conscious, but he found himself oddly endeared by the man in front of him. Suguru felt a slight blush prickle over the skin of his cheeks.
“So when is Mr. Gojo arriving?” Suguru asserted to break the silence. “I have some things I wanted to run over with him in terms of quick changes.”
“So. You’re costumes?”
“Yeah.” Suguru answered. Did he say the wrong thing?
“Makes sense.” The lengthy white haired man smirked and turned on the ball of his foot and started walking - no, sashaying - to the door of Mr. Gojo’s dressing room. As the man opened the door, Suguru caught it behind him.
“Why does it make sense, doll?” Suguru allowed a soft smile to appear on his lips. For the first time in a while, Suguru was flirting.
And he was having fun.
“Because. You’re so serious. You costume and props people always have sticks up your asses.” The man retorted with a snort.
Suguru rolled his eyes, a verbal bite lingering on his words, “We’re just trying to do our jobs.”
Even though the blue-eyed stranger was taller, Suguru seemed to tower over him at that moment.
“Well, I’m just trying to do mine.” Suguru couldn’t tell if this guy was a douche or if he was also flirting back. He hoped for his sake, it was the ladder. Unfortunately, he also had a job to do. No matter, he still had time to get to know this attractive stranger.
“Great. So, do you have an ETA on your client?”
“Client? What client?” The man looked so confused.
“…Mr. Gojo…”
“Oh, we’re still playing that game.”
“What game?”
“You seriously don’t know who I am?”
“You’re Mr. Gojo’s manager.” Suguru stated.
The white haired man burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. It took a second for him to collect himself.
“Hot and funny. I’m keeping you around, crazy bangs.”
Suguru’s brain short circuited at that. Attractive stranger also finds him attractive. Noted.
“Haha,” Suguru offered a weak, uncomfortable laugh,”Not that I wouldn’t want that too, but I really have a job to do, doll.”
Those blue eyes blinked in disbelief.
“Wow. You’re serious, ok. Let’s start over.”
The man stuck out his hand, which looked as if it was crafted of the finest porcelain.
“I’m Satoru Gojo. It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”
Suguru looked at Satoru until it finally clicked in his head. So this was the brat Nanami was talking about.
Suguru shook his hand hesitantly, as another question crossed his mind. “You said you were Gojo’s manager though,” Suguru pointed out.
“You’re putting words in my mouth, I said I had never thought of it that way. I guess I am kind of like my own manager because I don’t have one. I manage myself, thank you very much,” Satoru turned his nose and dramatically looked away from Suguru.
“But… who’s boss man?”
“Oh that’s what I call Nanami. I asked him what his favorite candy was and I’m stocking up on it so that every time I annoy him, I can apologize with a chocolate bar.”
A deep rumble left Suguru’s chest as he laughed at Satoru’s comment.
“I’m sure Nanami loves being called boss man.”
“Oh please, he’ll grow into the nickname. Didn’t get your name yet though, crazy bangs.”
“Suguru Geto. Wardrobe Crew Head.”
“If I see you around later, maybe I can show you how it feels to have something other than a stick up your ass.”
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And we're now up to part A of the main events of s4, with an (un?)healthy dose of mutual pining. Bon appétit.
Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 of the love spell no go au
It’s a panic reflex, really.
Eddie sees Chrissy start to float and he knows what this is. Not the exact spell, he’s never had the nerve to dig into those kind of grimoires, those fuckers’ll take your fingers right off—but it’s definitely dark magic. And the best way to respond to dark magic is to get as far away from the spellcaster as fucking possible. He doesn’t know where the spellcaster is, so he reaches for the best hiding place he can think of off the top of his head.
One second he’s in the trailer, screaming and flailing out the spell, and the next he lands on his ass in Reefer Rick’s dank little boathouse where no one or nothing will find him.
… Okay, maybe not no one.
“Eddie?!”
With a gasp, Eddie struggles to kick off the tarp and clamber out of the old motorboat. “Steve!” His foot is still tangled in the tarp, though, so he trips, stumbles into the other boy, and sends both of them thumping up against the nearest wall. “Fuck.”
But Steve’s arms wrap around him all the same. “Shit, Eddie, I’m glad you’re okay.”
He’s not, though. He is so not okay.
Dustin is asking him about dark particles before it really clicks for Eddie—they know. Maybe not that it’s magic, but they’ve seen things before, enough to not question any of what he tells them.
“How did you get all the way out here without your van?” the redhead, Max, asks shrewdly, and he recognizes her as one of his neighbors across the way.
“I, uh.” Eddie doesn’t want to lie, because even as freaked out as he is he knows that he might end up having to tell them at this point—sorry Wayne. But that point hasn’t come yet. “I just… ran, I don’t know. I l-left her there.”
Steve still has a hand on his shoulder, at once reassuring and bewildering, and squeezes it now. “What happened to Chrissy wasn’t your fault, Eds. You said she was already gone, so it’s… You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”
Eddie is in no way okay.
God only knows how long later, Eddie matches Steve’s pace through what the younger Hellfire members dubbed the Upside Down back in ‘83. He keeps wondering if he should tell them they don’t need the guns; he knows enough defensive spells and a fire spitting trick that should be protection enough. Most of those involve setting up in a fixed location, though, meaning they’d have to hole up rather than find (or fight) their way back home… and he’s not confident enough to put all of their eggs in his basket.
It was all he could do to get his battle vest on Steve. Eddie, wary from years of being bullied, had sewn stealth and protection in with every thread he’d added to the garment, slipped healing charms in under the patches and then sewn them in place.
And then Steve says “I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” which throws Eddie for a loop.
“Pretty sure it was the dark wizard that dragged me into this, Stevie.”
Eddie still doesn’t know if his involvement was intentional or not—if he was targeted as collateral damage because of his family and heritage or if it was all about Chrissy and he'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He doesn’t know if his spell to get away was noticed, either, but… it would have been small potatoes compared to this asshole casting from a completely different dimension, so maybe not. Which is not very reassuring, but speculation is all he has right now.
After an awkward moment of silence, Eddie clears his throat. “So, uh… all this is why you’ve been tense since July? And why you started buying from me?”
Steve doesn’t look up from where he’s putting one foot carefully in front of the other, mindful of the sentient vines. “Yeah.” He gives a halfhearted shrug. “This is different from the last time, but it’s always different. Like, usually I get most of my injuries from getting hit by regular people, but—” he gestures at the red and bruise-mottled marks circling his neck from that demonic bat thing “—this time I guess it’s the monsters’ turn. Never know what to brace for.”
“… Well shit,” Eddie sums up, not knowing what else to say.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees with a humorless laugh. “Thanks for jumping in after me though, dude. I know it’s all a lot and you're already kind of stuck with being involved, and with… losing Chrissy like that… but, yeah. It means a lot.”
Eddie doesn’t like the unfamiliar way Steve tenses up as he says this, and is puzzled by the strange phrasing. He didn’t really know Chrissy, they’d had literally two conversations and the second one was in the minutes immediately before her sudden demise. Sure, he’d wanted to help her and feels like throwing up any time he thinks about how she died, but they hadn’t exactly been close. Nothing like how he and Steve are. Why wouldn’t he try to save his… his friend?
“Nancy and Robin went first. I’m a shitty swimmer,” Eddie admits. “That’s the only reason I didn’t jump in sooner… Turned out I was more scared of being alone in that boat than I was of drowning, so yay for me. The girls did most of the heavy lifting, and you ripped that bat in half with your bare hands. That’s fucking metal by the way. A total Ozzy move.”
“Ozzy.” Steve’s forehead wrinkles, actually turning his gaze to Eddie. “Isn’t that the Black Something guy?”
“Sabbath,” he supplies, nodding. And then recounts the legend of Ozzy Osborne biting a bat’s head off on-stage. End of the world or not, he still considers himself morally obligated to lure Steve away from the top 40 pop hits, tempting him towards the dark side with impassioned lyrics and sick guitar riffs.
He almost feels able to pretend that things are normal and they’re just idly chatting, until a brief earthquake that almost knock both of them down onto the fucking sentient vines and reminds him.
The night between finding their way back out of the Upside Down and formulating a plan, the older teens take turns guarding the gate in the Munson trailer. Eddie almost breaks down and tries a circle of protection, but he’s not sure how to do that on the ceiling, there isn’t enough salt in the pantry to circle the entire trailer, and even if there were, Max’s place can’t fit all of them.
Besides, he thinks glumly, he’s not sure it would even help with these kinds of monsters. Isn’t sure what kind of traction his magic will have on things spawned in a different plane.
So he helps Steve drag his shitty mattress back into the bedroom (because Steve refuses to sit out helping even with literal bites taken out of his sides) for the four of them to sleep on during watch shifts. And gets fresh blankets and sheets from Max, at Robin’s insistence.
“New bandages,” he says to Steve once that’s done, pointing towards the bathroom in a way that he hopes brooks no argument. He’s already got a shirt and pair of sweatpants that pass the sniff test from his closet and a definitely clean pair of boxers from the dresser clutched in his other hand, ready to go.
Steve blinks at him, twice, then looks down at his own torso where Nancy’s ripped sweater is still tied around his wounds, dark from grime and spotting blood, and sighs. “Yeah, fine.”
Eddie shuts the door behind them, which makes the already cramped trailer bathroom feel even smaller. “Okay, so… Fastest way to do this is probably to hop in the shower and rinse off. You’re covered in lake and fuck knows what else from that place, don’t want any of that shit getting in the wounds. Don’t, uh, don’t scrub those, just everything else.” And busies himself with hauling the first aid kit out from under the sink, which is always a pain in the ass whether the door is open or not. The damn thing is too big for the space because of all the extra compartments for healing spell ingredients, quite a few of which he’s already planning to surreptitiously use.
Nothing happens behind him, so after a moment he pauses and looks over his shoulder to see Steve still as dressed as he was when they walked in.
“This is going to take me a while, it’ll all go faster if you start washing up now,” he points out, not trying to be brusque but he’s… not the best with blood, and trying to steel himself for what’s coming. “If you’re worried about your modesty, I promise not to look.”
“Don’t care about that,” Steve says, and he sounds tense.
Eddie tries not to think about how he’s just been handed indirect permission to watch Steve undress and shower. Jesus H. Christ. “Then… are you dragging your heels because you wanna tell me that you do have demon bat rabies, or…?”
“No.” Steve sighs, and runs a dirty hand through his already disheveled and deflated hair. How he still manages to look hot after all they’ve been through, Eddie has no idea. “How, uh. How thin are the walls?”
From outside the bathroom, Robin calls, “Pretty thin, Steve-o.”
No further answer to that question needed, Eddie inclines his head towards the door. “You heard the lady. Turning the water on helps, even though the pressure is shit. It’ll get cold pretty fast, though, so you’ll want to be quick.”
For a moment, it still seems like Steve has something he wants to say. Eddie waits patiently, looking off to the side so he doesn’t have an aneurism while Steve strips down and turns the water on, but once Steve steps under the spray he seems wholly focused on peeling away the makeshift bandages so Eddie returns to wrestling with the first aid kit. They don’t talk; Steve remains eerily silent even through disinfecting the bites on his sides and the road rash on his back, even though all of it must sting like a bitch. And then Eddie wraps him up in clean gauze and medical tape and a few subtle spells to help ease the pain and help speed the healing along, hands Steve the clean clothes to change into, and slips out of the bathroom trying not to think about how Steve’s hair now smells like his bargain bin shampoo.
“All patched up?” Robin asks, joining Steve on the mattress as they settle in for some sleep before their staggered shifts start. Since he’s injured, Nancy put him last on the rota so he could get more uninterrupted rest up front.
He nods. Flicks his eyes to the closed bedroom door, remembering from the bathroom that it really only provides the illusion of privacy, and shuffles around to lie down with a dejected sigh.
Robin follows. They lay down facing each other, cramped on the narrow bed, but they’ve done this before—Steve’s is a full, but Robin’s is a twin-sized just like this one.
In a whisper barely more than a breath, she says, “You wanted to tell him.” It’s not a question.
“Not with Nancy listening,” he whispers back. “And… Chrissy, I shouldn’t…”
Robin’s lips press into a thin line, almost invisible in the darkened room. “There’s no way Eddie Munson was hooking up with Chrissy Cunningham, dingus. Can you even see them together? No way.”
“Can you see Eddie Munson with Steve Harrington?” he hisses back, a little too loud—but though they both freeze to listen, to be sure, there’s no sound. No sign that anyone overheard.
“Maybe,” Robin retorts softly once they’ve both settled again. “You’re not exactly a bastion of conformity anymore, you know, mister babysitter with a lesbian band nerd for a best friend expert monster killer… guy. He could go for you. And I don’t think… I mean, I don’t know, but… I don’t think he’s into girls, Steve.”
“How could you possibly know that?” Steve whispers.
The eye-roll in response is practically audible. “Because he watches you all the time. And that thing with the vest when Nancy was looking at you.”
“So? I watch him all the time, and I like both!”
“Well, if I’m wrong and he is like you, doesn’t that at least mean—”
“I just don’t want to get in the way if he’s mourning her, Robs. I don’t want to be a, a rebound or for anything to happen just because we might die. Because then what if we don’t, and he doesn’t… want me anymore? I can’t do that again.”
With a rustle of blankets, Robin scoots closer to pull him into a hug. Steve doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t cry—but his hand fists in the back of her shirt and he holds on tight.
They’re still in that position an hour or so later when Eddie comes to tag Robin in, whispering that all is still quiet on the ceiling-ward front as she extracts herself. Steve remains dead asleep, even when Eddie hesitantly worms his way under the covers while staying as close to the edge of the mattress as possible so as not to disturb him.
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Part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11
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