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biitchcakes · 1 year ago

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The Exes of Jessica Drew: Jerry Hunt

After escaping Hydra, Jessica lives on her own in London, desiring to be in control of her own life, to have independence for the first time, while at the same time learning her true origins, and learning how to live amongst people. However, due to the lack of control she had over her pheromones, she has an extra barrier socially ⸺ those attracted to her risk becoming obsessed, while those who wouldn't be into her, instead find her revolting and unsettling.

This makes finding a job next to impossible. So, Jess relies on stealing to eat. When she refuses to do so one night, she's ironically discovered by the police for trespassing after hours. Or, who she assumes to be the police. Turns out the man named Jerry Hunt works at Scotland Yard for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Later on, after only two more chance encounters ⸺ the first where she nearly kills him, and the latter of which she saves his life, Jerry becomes obsessed with her. I personally always assume this is a mixture of her uncontrolled pheromones with each encounter ( so he's just doused with it while he's around her, doesn't get it, and thinks those are his personal feelings ) and then just the fact he's a general cretin. You'll see what I mean as we go on.

Look at his partner's face lmfao me too pal, me too.

To those perhaps unaware, Jessica's pheromones only work if she's around someone. They don't linger, even if she specifically uses them to manipulate someone, the thoughts stop the moment the pheromones in the air do. So, two whole weeks later ? That's aaaaall him.

Naturally, the creep followers her to America, much to the shock and confusion of Jessica. As, all that's happened between them was: he attempted to arrest her, she escaped, they encountered each other again and she nearly kills him with a light pole ( lol ) but saves him, runs, later they both stop a burglary where he gets shot with a laser, and she saves him by taking him to the hospital. That's it !!! Jfc !!! 🚩🚩🚩🚩

Below is when she sees him again over five thousand miles away in a different country during a battle with Morgan Le Fey. Even makes the comment to himself once he finds her that he "won't let her get away again." 😐

After she ( and Magnus ) defeat Morgan for the time being, Jess and Jerry share a kiss, Jessica thinking now this is what love actually is. I headcanon that once she escapes Hydra, she "researches" humanity by reading books, watching movies and TV shows, and so she ends up with some unhealthy views of what love is. How often can you think of a stalking being portrayed as romantic ? How common is a young woman in her early 20's or 30's the romantic lead to a man who is nearly two, sometimes maybe even three decades her senior ?

** ( note: just want to add that obviously not all these relationship age gaps are inherently unhealthy, like someone in their 30's with someone in their 50's. . . it's just that Jessica would see these massive age differences as more of the norm; she is only anywhere from 18 - 22 canonically here, whereas Jerry is obviously much older ⸺ I wouldn't say old, but probably late 30's to mid 40's if I had to hazard a guess. )

For the first couple of weeks, things between the pair are good. But it's not long until they're not. . .

Soon, Jerry becomes fed up with Jessica's independence. How she is constantly there to save him, instead of him being able to save her. He's annoyed with her love and protection, and just wants her to do as he says. He seems to loathe her Spider-Woman persona ( something Jess herself comments on ).

And gets mad at her as above and below all because she wants to take care of him. He's the one dating someone with super powers who is constantly attempting to do good. . . what did he think was going to happen ?

Your Casual Reminder: he was not protesting to her that he wanted her to wait for him to recover, he told her he didn't want her getting involved. He is lying to her to make her feel bad !!!

( Side note: how cute is she walking through the door though ??? He deserves a red flag just for remaining mad when she's so adorable in the doorway. )

So, after this rocky encounter, the two have a date on the beach. But, out of nowhere, Jessica sees a woman flying in the sky. A woman dressed like a moth, a bug like her. And so, she takes off after the other in hopes for answers. Jerry knows Jessica's whole reason for coming to America in the first place is to learn more about herself and her past. Sure, he can be annoyed she took off in the middle of a night together. But. . . this is how he reacts when she lands back on the ground:

Treats her like a fuckin' child !!! 🙄 BASICALLY CALLS HER A FREAK !!! 😤

And she notices this, starts second guessing things. . .

I have to include this because ⸺

"She NEEDS me ! >:((((" Proceeds to get lost and immediately abducted the panel after this.

All you need to know about the sequence below is that Jerry has been gassed and is currently passed out, he is fantasising:

😐 could have fantasised literally any other fairy tale. . . . . he "sometimes wishes" she's more like Little Red Riding Hood. . . . . I hate it here 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 ( I guess if I give him the benefit of the doubt, the villains they are currently with are the Brothers Grimm but. . . Could have done like, Cinderella or smth idk. . . )

( also not the writers lowkey roasting him a couple times LOLJDKGS "He finally did it. He's a hero. He's saved Jessica. ... For once." kills me any time I think about it pls. )

Also above is him after waking up like ASFKS "ooooh noooo it's THEM ! The people Jess SAVED ME FROM ! 😩"

Below is their first good bye, Jessica declaring after that since both the men in her life have now left ( Magnus becomes a Vegas magician and she assumes Jerry is off back to London ), she "finally has that independence" she's "always desired".

"I thought the connection was more ethereal" 🙄🙄🙄 eat sand.

And idk read this as you will. . . . . but him offering Jess his apartment, saying she has to let him stay "whenever he's in the area", and then specifically choosing to stay in town just to be near Jessica ??? Seems suspicious u ask me. . . . .

That "dizzy blonde" is his new, perfectly competent S.H.I.E.L.D partner. Later at HER beach house, Jerry makes her dinner ( he never made Jessica dinner 🙄 ). This is where they are abducted by a cult, only to be rescued while unconscious by Spider-Woman and The Shroud ( though Jerry highly suspects that Jess is the one who saves him ).

He ends up going over to visit Jessica sometime after ( the bruise is from an unrelated fight ). Below is their final goodbye.

Just dismisses her feelings after like they mean nothing, like he never cared in the first place !!! Further confirms that by saying "that was easier than I thought it would be. Somehow, when I saw her again, all the feelings I felt for her seemed like distant memories. . ." !!! 😡😤

For the record, that "dizzy blonde" is the other woman waiting for him in the car.

Years later, in an act of desperation to find Mattie Franklin, Jessica contacts Jerry for the first time since. Bendis may have tried to erase Jerry in his origin rewrite ( even calling him Jeff here in the next panel, and this is a few years before the rewrite ), but this little nugget still exists.

This is the last time they've been in contact.

#i refuse to remain unbiased when talking about jerry hunt #jerry when i catch u jerry jerry when i catch u -#LONG POST #BIG LONG POST WARNING #i tried not to go TOO overboard with the panels but yknow -#anyway back to business fuck agent jerry hunt😤😤😤#the scene at the beach Breaks My Soul each time i see it :(((#the “plaything” comment.. :((((((((#( c h . s t u d y . )#( h e a d c a n o n . )#cw: may december relationships #cw: age gap

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storiesofsvu2-0 · 2 years ago

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l & o thursday

Okay…. Happy Thursday. Y’all know the drill.

Also yay city tv for airing these in the wrong order as per usual… I don’t know how much of a 2 parter svu and oc are but we’re getting oc first here…

Ah. Yes. Okay. They are completely and totally related and im getting part 2 first. Love that. Why is citytv like this?

Are we just jumping into this without addressing the Kathy hallucination or whatever that was? Seriously?

Ah! Okay, here we go. Thank you.

Ugh god. Elliot just get over your manchild bullshit already. im sick of it

Elliot reacting like that over Oscar papa… homeboy clearly doesn’t know about William lewis…

k… I lowkey trust bell talking with the perp but like… her lawyer is there, she’s lawyered up… any ada on svu would be having a field day right now… like… these are two cops. They can’t be making deals. Just cause they say they wont press charges or whatever the da might still have to…

man… I adore Ayanna so fucking much. I also love how little she holds back facial expressions, like… same girl… same…

bruh… if you thought this was a JOKE why would you put down FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!

Bobby and his sandwich LOOOLL.

“it’s attempted murder not the express checkout line.” Yup. Bell has the best one liners.

This episode is giving major criminal minds vibes. And then amanda is going to be brought in as a “profiler” like… cmon… (also I don’t even wanna talk about that… like…her being a professor is already ridiculous. But to also be a profiler? Like… sure she’s smart and has a forensics degree but she aint that smart…she would be a terrible profiler…)

They’re STILL making fast and furious movies?! Jfc.

“carisi can’t keep his mouth shut” and “she left me a message” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Like, those two were BESTIES, and you’re telling me they wouldn’t actually keep in touch?! Esp over something like this? Like noah, billie and jessie had play dates all the time, they hungout together, carisi still works with liv. This is so fucking dumb. Like… yes I get it, if you leave a job you start another one and might not keep up with the people you used to from the previous ones, but the ones who really mean something keep in touch. This is something that drives me INSANE about tv shows cause a cast member will leave and it’s as if the characters will NEVER see each other again. I get it, sometimes the actors can’t come back or don’t want to, but like… a mention here or there, a sense of reality?? It’s no wonder Liv is always alone and mopey over shit. Life is a two way street ma’am, if you keep shutting out people who “leave” you then guess what? You’re not gonna have anyone left! (still don’t condone Elliot’s behaviour but like… we don’t’ care about him here)

Mothership:

“you’re bleeding.” “yeah… bullets’ll do that to you” *proceeds to collapse*

So naturally I was not paying that much attention, but why tf did they only charge him with one count of murder? He should have also been charged with attempted murder of the other girl and attempted murder/assault of a police officer?

Anyway. Now it’s svu time. Bring me my bebes.

Jesus that’s fucking terrifying. Could you imagine coming across that on a run?! Jesus.

Carisi was so friggin cute when he spilt the beans to liv, fucking adorable.

I got distracted making gifs. Oops.

Loving muncy and churlish partnered up, their banter and shit is good, I accept

Liv being all “doesn’t everyone in staten island know each other” and carisi pulling her chain is hilarious

Omg these girls are both like fucking 5 foot nothing and 90lbs and elias is a giant this is not gonna end well…

Thank god churlish kept the gun on him, smart girl.

Okay I think some of this is less intriguing to me because ive already seen OC

Oh god..joe is yelling… im turned on…

They literally put muncy in a plaid shirt that has the bisexual flag colours on it… COME ON.

HOLY SHIT. Christ. I KNEW SOMETHING LIKE THAT WAS COMING. Muncy needs a hug, and probably some therapy…

I absolutely do not want Velasco and muncy together. That being said. I would adore muncy and churlish or Velasco and churlish.. but I cant decide which one I like more…

Welp, that’s it for tonight. Maybe see you next week.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order organized crime #svu #spoilers #law and order spoilers #svu spoilers

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wikiangela · 2 years ago

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finally watching 911 lone star 4x04

finally a good tarlos/carlos episode, the last three their storyline was so fucking boring 😂

all my thoughts while watching under the cut! spoilers ahead!

okay, the first 3 minutes are already far more exciting than their entire storyline through the first three episodes altogether, and I'm loving it haha I cannot fucking wait to see it unfold 😍😍 it's the most invested I've been in carlos' storyline since s3 finale lmao (and he's my fave character - so glad they're stepping it up rn haha)

I know the FBI lady from something and I need to look it up finally because it's bothering me 😂

"do you have to take it" "it's my son" awww I miss their relationship, I wanna see more this season

okay, so I accidentally saw a bit of a spoiler about that scene, and that people were mad about Owen's advice here? but like... it's a good advice? 😂 like, he told TK to give Carlos space and let him reach out first whenever he's ready, it's not unreasonable, since they both have no idea what's really happening, and TK just thinks Carlos is with Iris 😂 and like, yeah he basically hung up on him, because the fucking FBI were literally rushing him wtf, I'm not Owen's biggest fan either (tho he looks so fucking hot this season I'm not even that mad that he gets so much screen time lol) but jfc he's not always the worst 😂

shit, Carlos' situation is stressing me out but it's so exciting 😍

aw, not TK blaming himself 😭😭

"it's not entirely legal, but it's not entirely illegal either" thank god for Grace 😂

like, I'm sorry, it is all very stressful and I'm worried for Carlos (well, not really, I know he's gonna be fine 🙄) but I just can't help but laugh bc the dynamic between the serial killer and his mom is lowkey so funny 😂 - sometimes I laugh more at lone star than at actual comedies istg 😂

while I generally really don't mind Owen's screen time all that much anymore (I actually enjoyed him in s3 and now in s4 so far, and I like O'Brien's actor) - this is supposed to be Carlos' episode, pls fuck off Owen lol

Carlos' parents!! yaaay! I'm loving this episode

"I'm a fireman, our codes are like: fire" 😂 Owen has been hilarious since s3 and it's the main reason I don't mind him that much anymore 😂 (also, seriously, why does he look so good, is he like... less annoying or something? why am I noticing it this much this season jfc)

we're getting protective and worried TK!!! 🥺🥺😍

omg TK is literally right there!!! oh my god I'm gonna cry

I love Gabriel so much, I'm so happy we're seeing him, and that he's on the case - if anyone's gonna find his son, it's him (I hope lol)

that police officer didn't just turn away like that... 🤦🏻‍♀️ like, you're looking for a missing person, you hear even the least suspicious thing, you should check it out, right? 😂 idk, lmao

they found out who the murdurer is kinda quickly and easily, and it's almost the end of the episode 😂 idk why I expected more, this is not really that kinda show, but I just binged criminal minds so I guess subconsciously I kinda connected that to the serial killer and expected more? 😂 idk, still loving this 😂

YAS GABRIEL AND TK ARE HERE!!

it's so dramatic, and like, yeah, he's dying, but like, I would be so much more worried if we didn't see photos from next episodes, and, like, Carlos and TK in suits/tuxes or whatever 😂😂

like, I loved this episode, but like, with all the promo stuff for the season, there's like no stakes when it comes to tarlos because obviously they're gonna be okay? 😂 imo they kinda fucked up with the promo because there's no suspense sns 😂

I hate that Owen isn't answering TK's calls, because, like I said, I miss their s1 relationship, but also, he has a valid reason - but then again, it is his fault he got himself into that mess 😂 I just want wholesome dad-son moments between TK and Owen pls, I'm a sucker for parent-child relationships 😭

I was about to say that I hope this FBI/whatever the name of the gang is storyline is over, but apparently not....

and that's the last scene? no Carlos? if the next episode doesn't show us Carlos in the hospital bed with TK next to him, I'm gonna be so disappointed

now that the serial killer thing is done, I hope we'll see more of the 126 again - please I am begging you, give Marjan and Paul and Mateo and Nancy some fucking storylines, PLEASE (and can Iris like, leave? like, I don't dislike her, but she's so whatever 😂)

anyway, this might've been the best episode so far, it was great, I enjoyed it - tho, like I said, no tension or suspense because they fucked it up by the promo stuff 😂 if they kept us in suspense about later episodes, if we had no idea if the wedding was gonna happen, if there was even a hint of a possibility that they'd kill Carlos off, this episode would hit so much more fr

still, I really liked it, I love the focus on Carlos, and Gabriel was there, and we got worried TK, it was great 😅

looking forward to the next one! (not really "can't wait" somehow this season isn't really keeping me waiting for the next episode eagerly idk, I just want some other team members to get some storylines pls)

#I feel like this season is kinda weak ngl haha #like I'm enjoying it but also it's not amazing?#911 ls season 4 #911 ls 4x04 #911 ls #911 ls spoilers #911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star #thoughts while watching #episode commentary

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years ago

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⛓ title: the authoritarian (spinoff of the disciplinarian - make sure your mature comm label is set to show)

⛓ pairing: cop!savage Dom!daichi sawamura x f!bratty sub!reader

⛓ wc: 4.9k

⛓ warnings: nsfw, mdni, cop!daichi, safe/sane CNC (con noncon), color system, ravishment roleplay, savage Dom/bratty sub dynamic, lots of degrading/patronizing pet names, brat taming, punishment, degradation, praise, impact play: spanking/belting, bondage/restraint (handcuffs), oral (m/f receiving), spitting, throat fucking/face fucking, corruption, Domspace, hair pulling (f receiving), partner ownership/possession, clothed sex, multiple orgasms, overstim, (light) subdrop, daichi's impeccable aftercare

⛓ notes: one of the perks of your boyfriend being a cop is that he's really good at roleplaying as one. i needed a stick to bite down on while writing this jfc.

[ 4:17 PM ]

You set your phone down on the vanity, exchanging it for your moisturizer to begin your post-shower ritual. On evenings after he worked the day shift, you and your long-time boyfriend would often take your time making dinner together. You would pour cocktails and listen to music, talk about your days, and laugh at each other’s antics as you worked side-by-side in the kitchen. He was due home in about an hour, but you were already smiling to yourself, anxious to spend some quality time with him tonight.

You slipped on your most comfortable tank top and a dangerous pair of booty shorts that were too indecent to wear anywhere else. Just as you reached for the blow dryer, you nearly jumped out of your skin when a thunderous knock came at the front door. Everyone who mattered to you knew better than to show up unannounced, more as a safety measure than anything else.

You waited, not wanting to turn the blow dryer on until you were sure the knock wouldn’t come again, but it did. Louder. You grabbed your phone and held your thumb over Daichi’s number as you quietly hurried just outside your bedroom, heart booming in your chest. The third time wasn’t a knock - it was a bang followed by an all too familiar voice.

“POLICE! OPEN UP!”

Oh. Uh-oh.

You collected yourself and called back. “Coming!”

You reached the door, unlocking and opening it to find a classically handsome law enforcement officer standing just outside the threshold, the short sleeves of his shirt straining against his tan biceps.

“Are you Ms. (L/n)?”

“Y-yes.”

“I have a warrant to search the premises, ma’am. I’m gonna have to ask you to step aside.” His tone was confident and stern.

“A warrant? For what?” you asked incredulously.

“Unregistered weapons,” he muttered, looking you up and down, undressing you with his eyes.

“What’s your name and badge number?” you said with a suspicious squint.

“Sawamura. 123194. Now, are you going to step aside or do I need to use force?”

You propped your hand on your hip, defiantly staring up at him for a moment before moving aside. “Fine, go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

The policeman turned to walk through your foyer and into the dining room. Closing the front door, you followed him to your kitchen and watched as he opened a few of the cabinets.

“Go lock the door, sweetheart.” He looked over his shoulder at you with a dark smirk. “You don’t want just anyone walking into your home, now do you?”

“Oh, you mean like you just did?” you smarted off.

He turned and walked towards you before crowding your space. “Trust me, honey. I’m not nearly as dangerous as those tight little shorts you’re wearing.” He reached behind you to turn the deadbolt, his face so close to your neck when he leaned in you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. “You can never be too careful,” he muttered.

Just when you thought he was going to try something inappropriate, he stood up and did an about face before walking through your living room, ignoring several spaces perfect for hiding things: drawers, shelves. Very suspicious behavior.

“So, is there anything in particular you’re looking for, Officer?”

His soft cock twitched against his thigh at the use of his title. “Why don’t you let me ask the questions and you just do the answering.” It was far more a firm assertion than a harmless suggestion.

You stayed several feet back as he walked into your bedroom and started opening your dresser drawers. When he looked inside the one where you kept your panties and bras, he picked up a pair of lacy underwear and hung its string waistband from his index finger.

“This looks suspicious. I’ll be taking these as evidence,” he said, pushing them into his pants pocket.

He looked around a little in your bathroom before making his way back out and towards the front of the house again.

“Are you satisfied now?” you said, crossing your arms under your braless chest and pouting up at him. You watched as his gaze traveled from your lips down to where your erect nipples were pressing against the soft cotton of your tank top.

“No, ma’am, I’m definitely not satisfied yet. I’m gonna have to ask you to turn around and put your hands against the wall.”

“What? Why?”

“What did I say about asking questions? Hm? Now turn the fuck around and put your hands on the damn wall.”

You reluctantly did as he told you. A simple pat down wasn’t going to be any more intrusive than pocketing a pair of your panties, right?

He moved in closer, beginning his search at your wrists, his warm hands skimming your bare skin and giving the occasional squeeze as he worked his way over your shoulders and down your back. He put his hands around your waist and moved them up and down, his fingers grazing the sides of your breasts before sliding his hands under your shirt. His skin felt like fire against yours as he cupped your tits, fanning his rough fingertips back and forth over your hard, delicate nipples. His front was flush with your back now as he pushed his hips against you, pressing his semi-hard shape into the plush of your butt.

“Y-you don’t have to touch me there, asshole,” you said, pushing away from the wall, trying to face him before he forced your hands back where they were.

The loud cracking sound registered before the pain when he spanked your bottom. “That was very disrespectful, ma’am. When you speak to me, you address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Officer’. And the next time your hands come off that wall without my permission, I’m putting you in handcuffs. Understood?” The juxtaposition of his calm exterior and the danger in his voice made your pussy wet.

“Y-yeah. Yes,” you said, your voice not much more than a whisper. Damn, he was good at his job. You didn’t want to admit defeat or submit so easily, but you reasoned that being too much of a brat could make things worse. Perhaps it was time to start picking your battles.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” you said begrudgingly through clenched teeth.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Now, spread those pretty legs for me,” he ordered, kicking your feet apart.

He continued his search along your hips and outer thighs, all the way down to your ankles before making his way back up each of your legs, one at a time. It was definitely unnecessary for him to frisk your bare thighs as thoroughly as he did. He stroked and palmed your naked skin, his hands moving so far up between the apex of your legs that his fingers grazed the damp material of your shorts that just barely covered your pussy.

“Hmm…you hiding something in those shorts, sweetheart?”

“No!” You tried to turn and push past him, but he pinned you to the wall again, tsk’ing you as he reached for his handcuffs on the back of his duty belt. He pulled one of your wrists behind your back and you felt the cold steel close with a quick series of clicks. You tried to pry your other wrist from his grip, but he easily overpowered you with a humorless chuckle before tightening the other cuff around it.

“Owwwch! Fuck, that’s tight!”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“I tried to go easy on you, but you’re not being very cooperative. I did warn you so you have only yourself to blame for being in this position.”

He squatted so he could take a look inside the legs of your shorts and sure enough, he could see your plump pussy lips. “No panties, hm? Yep, you’re definitely hiding something from me,” he muttered, moving the material to the side to get a better look before brushing two fingertips along your naked slit.

You squirmed, legs feeling a little shaky. “That’s not necessary! You shouldn’t be touching me down there!” you whined.

“Oh honey, as wet as that little pussy of yours is, I’m about to do a lot more than just touch you down there.” He stood up and when he leaned in, you felt something hard press against your bottom. “I have probable cause to perform a cavity search, ma’am, so I’m gonna need you to be a good girl and cooperate.” He pushed his fingers inside the elastic waistband of your skimpy shorts and began circling his middle fingertip around your hard bud.

You tried to suppress your moan, but choked a little when he pushed his thick digit inside your hole. “N-no! Stop! Don’t put your finger inside me!” You tried to push him away with your back, but all you managed to do was grind harder against his dick as it strained against his uniform.

“Go ahead and struggle all you want, peach, but I’m getting what I want out of your wet little cunt!” He added a second finger and began pumping, cupping his palm against your clit as your pussy coated it with more of your need. His left hand slid beneath the thin material of your top and grabbed one of your tits, kneading it before rolling and tugging on your nipple between his thumb and finger.

You kept telling him to stop between muffled moans and heavy pants, but your body betrayed you. The pressure inside you was pushing you past the point of shame, edging you closer to bliss.

With his mouth pressed to your ear, he growled, “That’s it, pretty lady. I can tell you wanna give it to me.” He pumped harder, faster, palm slapping your wet clit as he rubbed feverishly on your sweet spot.

“Oh…no! Don’t! G-gonna make me-“ Your words gave way to an open-mouthed gasp, followed by a loud moan.

“Good girl. Come on my fingers, sweetheart,” he demanded and with two more hard thrusts, you did as you were told, crying out as your tight walls sucked on his big fingers. “Yeah, just like that.”

He slowly pulled his soaked digits out of your puckering hole and held them in front of your face. “You see the mess you made on my fingers? Lick ‘em clean.” You started to tell him to go to hell, but he bullied his fingers inside your mouth as soon as you opened it. “Suck,” he demanded. You swirled your tongue around his large fingers, lewdly sucking your essence from them. He dragged his hand away from your mouth, wiping your saliva down your neck and across your chest.

“Happy now, pervert?” you slurred, still coming down from your high.

“What the fuck did I say about the proper way to address me? Call me a disrespectful name again and there will be consequences! Now, turn around and get on your knees.”

You turned around to face him, but instead of getting on your knees, you watched wide-eyed as Officer Sawamura palmed and grabbed himself. The size and shape of his hard cock was evident by the impressive print in his pants, a small dark spot forming where his precum had been leaking out.

“What are you gonna do?” you asked, eyes flicking up from his enormous bulge to look at him.

“Again, I’m the one asking the questions. On. Your. Fucking. Knees. Now!”

His tone was dark and urgent; there was a hunger, a desire in his voice that could only be described as primal. You decided not to push your luck and did as you were told. You knelt down, a little wobbly without the aid of your arms to help balance you. You kept your eyes on him, watching for what he would do next.

“I need to see if you’re hiding anything inside that filthy mouth of yours,” he rasped, unbuckling his belt, “and, well…I’ve got something that’ll reach deeper than my fingers.”

You watched as he unzipped his pants before reaching in and wrestling his straining erection out through the hole, a tuft of black hair visible at its wide base. Thick and heavy with a dark tan complexion, his cock bounced mere inches from your face. The way the veins rolled under his grip as he pumped it in his fist made your clit twitch. Precum leaked from his slit, a long string of the clear liquid hanging from the tip as he brought it to your lips.

“Open up,” he said, voice gravelly with desire.

You leaned back, moving your head to the side. “Not gonna suck your dick.”

He grabbed your jaw and squeezed hard, forcing your mouth open. “I’m not asking you to suck it, sugar. I’m telling you.”

“N-no, ‘s too big! Not gonna fi-mmffphh…”

The mean cop forced his salty cockhead into your mouth and all you could do was take it. “That oughta shut you up. Try exercising your right to remain silent, sweet cheeks, and suck my fucking dick.” You were at his mercy, such as it was, as he began to move his tip in and out. He loved the way your lips stretched around his meaty girth as he lubed himself up with your spit.

“Mmnhnn…you’re gonna take me a little deeper now, sugar.” He held your head between his hands, guiding you in time with his slow, shallow thrusts that gradually came faster, deeper.

All you could do was keep your mouth open as wide as possible, tongue hanging out as far as it would go as he forced his tip into your throat. Tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes and when he felt you gag on him, he pulled out.

“Color?” he asked through the haze of his lust. “Green as fuck. Go, baby,” you said, saliva still connecting your bottom lip to his engorged cock.

“Did I tell you to close your slutty mouth? Open it,” he ordered, grabbing your jaw. You obeyed, but winced as he bent forward and spit in your open mouth. “Mmhh fuck, sweetheart,” he said, pushing between your lips again. “Gonna make you choke on this cop dick, yeah?”

You gurgled around his tip as he pushed into your throat. He held himself there, watching your eyes as they burned and watered for him. Putting one hand on the wall behind you, he leaned forward to force your head backwards, opening up your throat a little more as he pushed himself in as deep as he could. The rhythmic spasming started in your throat again and when he pulled out, his cock was followed by a gush of spit and pre.

With his eyes locked on yours, brow furrowed, you could feel the darkness swirling in his chocolate orbs as they bore into your soul. The look Daichi always got in his eyes when he slipped into Domspace was the most erotic thing you had ever witnessed. You lived for its intensity, the way he watched you like you were the only thing that ever existed. He was lost in that space, floating, your throat constricting around his raging hard-on as his heavy balls pressed against your dripping chin.

“Ffuu- listen to me, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum, but don’t you dare swallow,” he growled, still fucking your face. “Your mouth better be full of my cum when I’m done, got that?” Your broken whimper around his cock finally pushed him over the edge. “Ah fuck, yeah, here it comes!” Officer Sawamura’s thighs shook, his powerful cock visibly jerking to release big globs of his hot semen inside your waiting mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed as he slowly pulled his tip from your sealed lips. “Open up. Let me see the evidence.”

You opened your mouth, so full of his seed that it began to leak from the corners of your lips. A small spurt of cum dribbled from his slit when his cock twitched at the sight of you with a mouthful of his nut.

“Good girl,” he praised you, tapping his spent dick against your tear-streaked cheek. “Now, swallow. Then show me your tongue so I can make sure you got it all.”

You closed your mouth, eyes trained on him as you swallowed, gagging a little on the sheer volume of thick, bitter fluid as it went down. With traces of his semen still sticking to your cheek, you gulped hard before opening wide and sticking your tongue out as far as it would go.

“Goddamn, such a whore for cop dick,” he smirked, tucking himself back into his pants. “I’m impressed.”

“Fuck you and your dirty cop dick,” you spat, voice hoarse from the throat fucking you’d just taken.

He laughed, pulling you back up to your feet. “That can certainly be arranged.”

With his hand wrapped behind your neck, he began leading you towards your bedroom, but you weren’t going to let him have his way with you so easily. You wrenched yourself out of his grip and spun around, still unable to use your arms or hands. “You are not going to fuck me! You can fucking forget it, jackass!”

Daichi’s face twisted in anger as he grabbed you and pushed you belly-down on top of your dining room table.

“What the fuck did I say about calling me disrespectful names?” he yelled, crushing you with his weight as he leaned over you, pinning you between his beefy body and the hard surface beneath. “Didn’t I say there would be consequences?”

“You cops are all the same. Think you can just push people around and abuse your power. Corrupt bullies!”

“Shut the fuck up! All you’re doing is making things harder on yourself, darlin’. I’m trying to go easy on you, but you just keep digging your hole deeper and deeper.” He removed everything from his belt before yanking it through the loops, your eyes going wide at the realization of what was coming. You squirmed and whined as he yanked your shorts down to your knees. “This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it hurts me, babygirl.”

“No! Don’t you d-gaahhhh FUCK!” you cried out, the first loud crack of the leather smarting against your bare ass.

“Officer Sawamura! I wanna hear you say it!” The second lash came in quick succession, followed by a third.

“Fuck off,” you braved, your breath catching in your raw throat as the thick strap of leather slashed across your welting skin again. He slammed the belt against the table and leaned over you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back.

“Show me some fucking respect and say my fucking name!” He was hard again, his clothed erection rubbing your stinging butt, the negative pressure providing some soothing relief. Damn, he was good at this. At owning you. At punishing you. At maintaining this perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

But you refused, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. Your pussy dripping wet for him.

“Still refusing to cooperate, hm? Let’s go,” he said, your shorts falling to the floor around your feet when he pulled you up from the table.

“Wh-“ Before you could ask anything, you found yourself slung over the officer’s shoulder. “Wait! What are you gonna do to me?”

He carried you to your bedroom with a dark, crooked grin. “Whatever it takes to make you scream my name.”

With your wrists bound, you couldn’t even pound on his back with your fists. There was nothing you could do to break free.

The cop bent over, dropping you onto the bed. He rolled you over onto your belly and pulled the cuff keys out of his pocket. Oh, good. Now was your chance! But before he released one of the restraints, he straddled your legs, keeping you right where he wanted you.

“Don’t even think about it, princess.”

Standing up again, he flipped you back over and manhandled you, securing the short chain of the steel cuffs behind the bedpost before binding your writhing wrists again.

“Now,” he smiled, “your ass is mine.” He toed his shoes off and undid the first few buttons at the top of his shirt as he made his way closer to you on the bed. He pried your legs open and forced his thighs between yours.

“Damn, look at that pretty little pussy coated with all that slick,” he teased as he pushed your tank above your tits. “And these perfect tits of yours…they’re mine now,” he added, cupping and squishing them. He dipped down and took one of your tingling nipples into his hot mouth, swirling and sucking.

“Don’t touch me,” you gritted, fighting back your moan.

“Every part of this body belongs to me now, angel. It’s mine to do with as I please until you’re screaming my name.” He kept your legs open with his big, strong hands as he settled down between them.

“Please stop! You can’t-ohh god!”

It was too late. The cop’s mouth was already latched onto your pussy, sucking and licking, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue. He pushed two thick fingers inside your sticky, pulsing walls, going right for that special spot as he closed his lips around your hard, pink bud and started sucking you off. You writhed and squirmed, whined and protested, but it wasn’t long before he had you spasming around his fingers as he licked your quivering pussy clean.

He sat back up between your legs, licking his lips. “You ready to start screaming my name yet?”

“Not gonna happen,” you insisted, breasts rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

“You can’t escape the long cock of the law, sweetheart. It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when.” You watched as he unzipped his pants, the handcuffs rubbing against the wooden bedpost as you squirmed. “And the sooner that happens, the sooner I’ll let you go.” He pulled his thick cock out through the zipper hole and tapped his swollen mushroom tip against your twitching clit before rubbing it between your eager pussy lips.

“No! Don’t!” You began to struggle again, pulling your knees toward your chest in an effort to keep him from penetrating you. But your strength was no match for the police officer. He grabbed your legs, forcing them open and wedging himself between them again.

“Stop resisting! I’m gonna fuck your cunt until you acknowledge my authority over you!”

You could feel his cockhead pressing against your greedy entrance as he lined himself up, and with a single thrust he bullied his cock all the way inside you.

“Don’t do this to me! Stop! Please!” But the truth was you were so turned on, pussy already closing in on him as he fucked his cock into you, hard and deep.

“Nnhmmm damn, this pussy feels fucking amazing! You keep fighting but you’re so goddamn wet for me, aren’t you?” he said, caging you between his arms before leaning down and kissing you. The rough material of his pants surrounding the base of his dick rubbed your clit as he beat his cock into you so hard it took your breath away.

You were whining, begging him to stop when he demanded “Start screaming my name! I’m gonna make you cum on my thick cop dick as many times as it takes, ma’am.” You were unraveling under his weight, the force of his hips pounding into you as you felt your body building up for another release.

“Stop! Fuck…please…you’re gonna make me cum!”

“That’s it, honey, fucking cum on my dick!”

Your whole body went rigid as your orgasm took hold and it seemed to go on forever. The pangs of pleasure kept washing over you with every unrelenting plunge of the cop’s fat cock. He never slowed down or let up, just kept fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were sobbing.

He sat up on his knees and pushed your knees back towards the bed, fucking you faster now. Looking down, he groaned when he saw your pearly cream staining his dark pants as he shoved his hips into you. It took all the effort and focus he had to hold back the imminent eruption of cum, his balls aching for release. Angling his hips to grind the fabric against your clit, he kept right on fucking you.

You were a mess, too weak to struggle, your entire body trembling with pleasure. Your pleas for him to stop were growing more and more desperate as the overstim took hold.

“Start screaming my name, sweetheart, and this will all be over,” he reminded you, heavy desire lacing every word. “Officer Sawamura! Say it!”

“Oh god, not again…y’gonna make me-”

His thrusts grew more violent, forcing your next orgasm out of you.

“Fuck…O-off-i-cer Sa-wa-mu-raaa!” He was fucking you so hard that every word came out in broken syllables in time with his powerful thrusts. “Pl-e-e-ease?!”

“Oh, fuck yes! That’s my girl! Give me one more! Come on, cum for me again!”

“N-no, shit! Ohhh- can’t hold it!” You lost all control, coming apart under Officer Sawamura’s powerful thrusts and squirting, soaking the lap of his government-issued pants.

It was too much for him - your cream on his angry cock, his pants dark with your spend, your rhythmic squeezing around his girth, the sweetest sound of his own name falling from your quivering lips. “Mmhhh I’m gonna cum! Fill you up with this cop seed, baby…fuck!” And with that, the police officer’s cock twitched and jerked, filling you to the brim with his masculine musk.

With a final grunt, Daichi lowered himself down to rest on his elbows, chest to chest with you. The same hands that spanked, groped, and forced you now gently cupped your face.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you’re feeling,” he whispered between tender kisses to your cheeks and lips.

Your eyes fluttered open and your arms moved to grasp onto him, but couldn’t. “N-need to touch you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled the keys out before unlocking the cuffs. As soon as he set you free, your arms clutched at him, pulling him closer before fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “Need to feel more. I need to feel your skin.”

Daichi obliged, moving to sit up only to hear you whimper “Stay close! Please don’t pull out yet?”

He nodded, doing his best to unbutton and take his shirt off before engulfing you in his embrace. You threw your arms around his neck, squeezing him, pulling him impossibly closer, your fingertips denting his flesh.

“Don’t let go,” he murmured as his arms encircled your waist and pulled you to sit on top of him, still connected as lovers, holding one another dearly. “I love you, y/n…more than you’ll ever know. You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your hands fisted against his broad back as you nuzzled deeper into his neck. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t cry this time, but the scene had been so rich, so intense and Daichi’s unmatched aftercare was so sweet, so empowering. Sometimes he was your hard, savage Dom, but he was always your loving, protective boyfriend. The juxtaposition of all the things he could make you feel at once was overwhelming and robust, leaving you impressionable, vulnerable. But no matter what you were doing or what role he was playing, with Daichi, you always knew you were unconditionally safe.

He cradled the back of your head as you rested it against his chest, listening to the sound of his calm, steady heartbeat as it grounded and comforted you.

When you were ready, he lowered you back onto the bed, his sticky cum coating your inner thighs as he slowly slipped out of you. He laid down next to you so you could nestle into your spot - your belly against his side, your leg wrapped around his, your head on his chest as he held you tightly in the security of his sturdy arms. Sweet nothings, delicate kisses, and ghosting fingers on warm skin - he made sure you knew you were home. And you made sure he knew that you trusted him with your life.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Daichi asked, seeking feedback.

“Oh my god, yes! It was perfect. You’re such a natural Dominant, baby,” you assured him, running your fingers through his short, black hair. “But I swear to god, if you ever say ‘long cock of the law’ again, I’m using the safe word.”

Both of your bodies shook with laughter.

“Aww c’mon, baby, I know you love this long cock of the law…”

“Daichi! Stop!” you giggled, playfully slapping his chest.

“Mmm…the long cock of the law reaching deep inside you…”

“No! Make it stop!”

“I know you wanna ride a mile 6 inches at a time on my long cock of the law…”

“Six inches isn’t even that long…”

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no. Girth is where it’s at and, baby, you’ve got more than a lady could ever beg for.”

“Do you love my cock, baby?” You both chuckled and you reached down to give his spent dick a couple of love tugs.

“I love everything about you,” you said, kissing him as he smiled contentedly.

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spookyspecterino · 3 years ago

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I'm With You Till the End

Eddie Munson x !Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+NSFW/MDNI

SMUT (P in V, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Blowjob), Language, Some angst and arguing (happy ending (very happy ending lol)), Small mentions of blood.

Word Count: 6.8K

When Eddie's trailer shows up on the morning news and cops come to your door asking if you've seen him, you panic and go looking for him.

A/N: Someone needs to tell my brain that it's ok to just write a smut piece, there doesn't need to be a entire crafted storyline to it, JFC.

The spokes of your bike made an awful scraping noise as you let them hit the pavement in your speedy dismount; you hardly noticed, focused entirely on the mission at hand. Running over to the open garage where three teenage boys were rehearsing metal songs, you waved your hands to get their attention through all the noise. You had known their faces once, they were familiar, but you had forgotten their names some time ago.

One boy, playing a guitar, looked up and a flurry of emotions flickered across his face. Confusion, which was replaced by a look of recognition—changed to surprise, and then settled back into confusion again; all of it happening within a few moments as you closed the distance, standing just at the edge to their garage.

Shoving your hands into the pockets of your light jacket, you gave them a tight-lipped smile and tried not to fidget as all three sets of eyes turned to you, “Hey fellas, have you seen Eddie around?”

The boy on the drums, his name might have been Gareth, frowned, “Uhh, aren’t you what’s-her-face?” he looked to the third boy on his right who held a guitar, “The one that—”

Gareth was interrupted by the boy who first saw you coming, if you had to take a guess his name was Jeff, “—What he meant to say, was no.”

Chewing your lip, you asked, “Ok, when’s the last time you saw him?”

Jeff shrugged, thinking back, “I’d say…last night at Hellfire Club.”

Your brows furrowed together as you mentally cursed, you gave Jeff a nod. “Alright, thanks.”

Gareth, from his spot on the drums, stared you down with an odd look. “Why are you looking for him? You don’t even—”

Jeff whirled around and shushed Gareth harshly, cutting him off for the second time; Jeff looked like he was trying to communicate something to the drummer while his back was turned to you.

Squaring your shoulders, you jutted your chin out at Gareth, “I don’t even what?” When the boy shrank in his chair, not expecting you to stand up to him, you pressed further, “Go on, what were you gonna say?”

He glanced at the others who were trying to look anywhere but you two. “Uh—well, you and Eddie don’t even talk anymore…so, why would you care where he is?”

“Is that what he said?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

Gareth shrugged, “Yeah, and a few other things—”

Jeff cut in with a sheepish smile, “Listen, Eddie usually doesn’t talk about it—hasn’t brought it up in a long time. Whatever happened, happened. He’s over it,” he gave Gareth a pointed look, “and it’s none of our business.”

Well, that fucking stung.

You gave a curt nod to Jeff. “Right, well…ok, thanks anyway.” Spinning around without waiting for a response, you marched back over to your bike, yanking it off the ground and speeding away, peddling furiously.

What the fuck ever. That stupid shit from the past doesn’t matter anymore, the only thing that matters now is finding Eddie.

For the millionth time since you got on your bike that afternoon, your thoughts returned to the memory from this morning; answering your door to find two policemen on your front porch.

“We’d just like to ask you a few questions about Eddie Munson…”

You had the television on and news about the murder in Eddie’s trailer had sent you into full panic mode. Almost pulling the receiver from its place on the wall, you started ringing up everyone you knew to see where Eddie was, but with no luck. That’s when the police knocked.

“Have you talked to him recently?”

You shook your head in a nonverbal ‘no’, holding your arms close to your chest as you stood in your doorway. You refused, several times, to let them into your tiny, two-bedroom home. If they wanted to ask you questions, they could do it from the porch. If they wanted to look around your house, they’d have to come back with a warrant.

“You and Eddie used to be close, right?”

Swallowing hard, trying to get the lump out of your throat, you asked hoarsely, “What’s this about, is Eddie alright?”

Just like you had avoided their question, they avoided yours. Fuck, you hated cops.

“Did he ever talk about a girl named Chrissy Cunningham?”

You shrugged, “I don’t remember ever hearing that name before.”

They had asked you several more questions as they stood on your porch, seeing fit to waste precious time that could be spent finding Eddie. When they were finally satisfied they turned to leave.

“Let us know if you see him.”

You gave them an unfriendly smile and lied through your teeth, “Of course, officers.”

At least you had learned one thing from those cops, Eddie wasn’t the one that was killed in his trailer. They wouldn’t be asking where he was or if you’d seen him if he was dead. Your stomach tightened as your wheels skidded around a street corner, if the cops were already looking for him about a murder in his trailer, that means he’d be suspect number one. Something burned in your chest, you didn’t know what it was, but you would swear, in front of all of Hawkins with your hand on a fucking bible, that Eddie didn’t do it—that Eddie would never do something so awful.

Trees flew by and wind pulled at your jacket as you kicked your bike into high gear, the last place on your list to check was Reefer Rick’s. In the past, you had been there a few times with Eddie, you had mixed feelings about Rick, but if your suspicion was right—he’d still be in jail, leaving his place by the lake a perfect, undisturbed, hiding spot. You really weren’t the religious type, but as you neared Rick’s, you sent a silent prayer to God that Eddie was there; it was a better alternative than trying to imagine what you’d do if he wasn’t.

. . .

As Reefer Rick’s house came into sight, you hopped off your bike—letting it crash into the nearby bushes; you really weren’t treating it kindly today, but it would have to manage. The idea behind taking your bike and not your car, was that a bike would be easier to hide, no license plates, and you could ride it into to the woods to avoid taking roads.

Rick’s house looked quiet and undisturbed as you cautiously approached. There were no signs of anyone around or having been here recently. Behind it, the lake gleamed a golden hue as it reflected the late evening sun. Walking up to the front door, you tried to peek inside through the tightly shut curtains. You knocked loudly once, waited, then knocked again as your stomach twisted itself into frantic knots. When there was still no answer, you decided to look around the property.

Circling around the house, you took notice that the yard hadn’t been maintained in a long time, yet some leaves and patches of ground were disturbed. Particularly in areas leading up to the back door and down through the yard. Your first thought was maybe an animal, but the trash bins, and the areas around them, were undisturbed.

Hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up as you crept down through the yard and toward the boat house. As you got closer, you noticed the door was slightly ajar, giving you a small opening to look through into the dark area. There wasn’t much you could see from your position outside, and ice crept through your veins at the idea of going in.

With a step back, you looked around the messy yard and found a large, sturdy branch. Holding it firmly with both hands, you felt slightly better. At least this would give you some protection if there was anything nasty inside. Using your hip, you pushed open the boat house door an inch at a time, just wide enough to slip through. It was empty, yet your nerves didn’t relax—something still felt off.

Very quietly, you called out into the silence, “…Eddie…are you there?”

Beer bottles in the corner caught your eye and you froze, someone was staying here.

Your voice shook a little as you felt your nerves wrack up, “Eddie, it’s me—”

A loud commotion from the covered boat to your left made you cry out and stumble backward, falling into discarded boat equipment and fishing gear. The branch went flying out of your hand as something sharp sliced through it, sending white hot pain shooting up your arm, but you hardly noticed. Eddie was standing in the boat, breathing hard and staring down at you with wide, unbelieving eyes. His dark brown curls were longer than you remembered them being, wild and untamed now; his Hellfire Club shirt was stained and dirty.

He blinked a few times, as if he was looking at a mirage. You stared back up at him in much the same way, caught by those wonderful, brown eyes.

Eddie’s voice broke the silence and it betrayed how in shock he still was, coming out shaking and uneven, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You scowled at him, the spell he had over you broken the second he opened his mouth. “Obviously looking for you… Dumbass.”

Jumping out of the boat, he took a tentative step closer. He still looked utterly confused. “Why?”

You waved a hand in the air and propped yourself up. “I saw your trailer on the news this morning. I thought you might have gotten hurt, and then two policemen came by—I was worried sick over you—and nobody knew where you were—”

He interrupted your rambling, coming over to kneel next to you and help get you untangled from various fishing wires, his eyes stared at you hard. “What did you tell the police?”

Pushing him away with a disgusted noise, you growled angrily, “Eddie Munson, have you ever known me to be a fucking snitch?”

Despite the anger in your voice, Eddie’s mouth curled into a tiny smile as he looked down to fiddle with a wire. “No. No, I haven’t.”

You sat the rest of the way up, hissing at the state of your hand. Dark red blood trickled from a deep gash along your palm, trailing down your wrist and onto the ground in a steady stream—you probably needed stitches.

After a moment, Eddie saw it and cursed, “Shit. Hang on, there might be something…” he scrambled to his feet and frantically searched through the boathouse for anything to stop the bleeding.

Grumbling, “It’s fine.” you took off your light jacket and wrapped it around your hand, gritting your teeth when it stung like hell. Eddie took notice and came back to kneel beside you.

“Here, let me.” He said gently, as he took over tying the sleeves together to secure it in place around your hand. It was bulky, but at least it would help stop the bleeding. As Eddie made sure it was tight enough, your eyes trailed over him. He was dirty and cobwebs stuck to his disheveled hair, but he wasn’t hurt, and you felt relief for the first time in hours.

His soft voice brought you out of your thoughts, his eyes never leaving where his fingers pulled and tucked at your makeshift bandage. “What are you looking at?” It wasn’t accusatory, just curious.

You gave him a gentle smile, “Your hair’s gotten longer.”

Eddie smiled, still not meeting your eyes, and fiddling with your hand even though it seemed like it didn’t need any more adjustments. “Yeah, I like it this way.”

“It looks good,” you leaned in a little with a wry look, “very metal of you.”

That tiny smile widened into something beaming. “Thanks…” He paused, as if he wanted to say more, but thought better of it. In the silence, something lingered.

“Eddie…,” you gently coaxed, and his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours, “tell me what happened…”

As his breathing quickly became erratic, and his eyes shifted, flickering from place to place, he stumbled over his words, “I—I didn’t do it, I swear! I didn’t do anything!” He looked into your eyes, and you saw how scared he was.

His voice cracked a few times as he tried to get out sentences that quickly derailed, and you put your good hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Eddie…!” At the sound of his voice he stopped, breathing hard and looking at you with wild eyes. You continued very gently, as if trying to soothe an animal, “I know you’re innocent. I just want to understand what happened—I’m here to help you, in whatever way I can.”

You left your hand on his shoulder in reassurance as he rushed through the series of events from the previous night. Listening carefully, you kept your questions to a minimum to let him get it all out. When he was done, he was panting and fighting for air, looking at you closely to gauge your reaction. You let out a slow breath, trying to digest everything.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Meeting his eyes, in a very serious tone you assured him, “With all the shit that’s happened in Hawkins?” You gave him a smile, “Of course, I believe you, Eddie.”

Your eyes held his for a moment before he pulled you to his chest, wrapping you tightly into a hug. His face tucked into the curve of your neck and his shuddering breaths tickled your skin. A few heartbeats passed before you brought your arms up to wrap back around him.

It had been a long time since you two had talked, and even longer since he had hugged you like this, or even touched you at all. Feeling him pressed against you, an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders, and you were oddly light in his arms.

For a second, you thought you could feel him trembling, and it made your heart ache. “Oh, Eddie…I’m so sorry.” You pressed your face to his hair, inhaling the old, familiar smell of him.

He pulled back a little, sniffling, “No, don’t apologize—this isn’t your fault.”

Giving him a sad smile, you gently brushed some hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “I am sorry you’ve found yourself wrapped up in this awful thing, but I wasn’t apologizing for that.”

Brown eyes met yours with a soft, “Oh.”

You were referring to the last time you had seen Eddie Munson, when it had been pouring outside and he had shown up on your doorstep drenched, tired, and upset.

He threw up his hands. “I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks—it took showing up at your house to get you to see me.”

Shaking your head at him, you felt like a broken record. “I don’t have time to lay around and smoke weed anymore! I have work, Eddie. I have bills to pay—I can’t just pull my rent out of a tree!”

“Right, for your fancy new place,” he waved a hand around, motioning to your tiny home, and you saw the dismay in his expression, “you could at least try to stay in contact… after you graduated, it felt like you just disappeared…”

Sometimes, like right then, you hated the way Eddie never got angry. It would be a lot easier if he yelled back or put up some kind of a fight.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, already feeling guilty about your next words. “Maybe if you weren’t held back, you would understand...”

He scoffed, giving you an oblivious look. “So this is my fault?”

You groaned and spun around, turning your back to him. “No, it’s not your fault—you just don’t get it!”

“What is there to get?”

Moving back around to face him, you gave him a hard stare. “Things change, Eddie.”

Your words stung him; you could see it. The look of absolute hurt in his eyes haunted you for weeks after.

He nodded, holding back whatever he had left or wanted to say—choosing instead to take a few slow steps toward the door with a final, shaky, “Yeah, I guess they do.”

You avoided looking at him as his back pressed open your front door and he turned to leave.

Even though that was over a year ago, you still felt the residual feeling of hurt. Your voice was raspy, “I’m sorry for the things I said, I wasn’t being a good friend.”

Eddie’s eyes stayed locked onto yours as he slowly shook his head. “No, I should be sorry. I was stubborn, if I had just come out and said what I was really feeling…,” he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from yours.

Cupping his cheek in your hand, you blinked away the gathering tears in your eyes. “It hardly matters anymore. I just had to get it off my chest, it’s been weighing on me since then. But, from now on, I’m sticking with you. I’m here for you, Eddie.”

The shining look of gratitude in his eyes was enough to make your heart melt and you pulled him into another hug. This felt right. And even though Eddie was in a world of shit right now, at least you were by his side to help him face whatever came next. Hell, after making up with him, you felt as if you could fight off the entire damn Hawkins Police Force.

You were just about to ask him if he needed anything, like food or water, when you heard car doors slam outside. Eddie’s arms tightened reflexively around you as his head shot up in the direction of the sound. With wide eyes, you motioned toward the boat and the two of you scrambled to get inside, pulling the tarp over you.

Under the tarp you laid next to Eddie, gripping onto his jean jacket tightly, your face squished in his chest as he held you close. You felt him press his face into your hair, his breath coming out unevenly in short exhales. As the door to the boathouse creaked open, voices filled the small room. You counted four, at least one sounded like a younger kid. They called Eddie’s name a few more times. Someone called out that they found blood in the corner and you cursed internally, gripping Eddie tighter.

When something started to poke at the tarp toward your feet you flinched. The source continued to jab up the length of the boat, nearing you. Strong hands gripped your arms and you looked up to see Eddie mouthing silently, ‘Stay down’. You shook your head violently, no, but his hand came up to brush your cheek ‘You’re hurt. Stay. Down’. There was nothing you could do but plead silently with him, as he moved into a low crouch. He gave you a soft, loving smile and then launched himself out of the boat.

Eddie Munson was your hero.

You held your breath, if you heard Eddie yell or if anything sounded like it was going wrong, you were fully prepared to jump out after him. There were yells of surprise and a loud crash, followed by silence and the sound of lowered voices. Your heart sank, preparing for the worst. Looking around the tiny boat, you reached for an old oar and gripped it tightly in between your good hand and the wrapped one.

After what seemed like an eternity, the edge of the tarp lifted a little and Eddie’s gentle voice drifted in, “It’s ok to come out, we’re safe. They’re here to help.”

Very slowly, you crept out from under the tarp, holding the oar defensively at the people in front of you. It was Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, and Robin Buckley. You looked to Eddie and he nodded at you reassuringly, gently taking the oar from your hands with a tiny smile.

Steve recognized you instantly, glancing to Robin. “Hey, Y/N…,” he stumbled over a few words, “I didn’t realize you… I mean,” he laughed dryly, “when you stood me up I didn't think it was ‘cause you had a thing with—"

Kicking some debris at him, you growl, “Really? That’s what you’re thinking of right now, Harrington?” You felt Eddie’s eyes on you, but avoided looking at him in favor of scolding Steve. “Get your head out of your ass and focus.”

Robin made a face like she agrees with you, giving Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes—falling silent.

Dustin steps forward. “Eddie, tell us what happened in your trailer.”

Eddie groans, taking a seat on a crate, rubbing his face tiredly with his hands. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

Walking over to kneel next to him, you gently coax, “I believed you. Give them a chance.”

He looked up from his hands and gave you a long look. Sighing, he finally nods. “Ok.”

That commences the re-telling of Eddie’s nightmare. He goes slower this time, adding a few details he had left out when he had first rushed to tell you. This showed he was improving; he wasn’t hyperventilating or about to break down by the end. When his eyes met yours, you gave him an encouraging smile. Luckily, the others believed him without a doubt, moving directly onto how they might be able to stop whoever or whatever was causing it.

Another hour passed as the odd assembly you found yourself a part of now, discussed ideas and options moving forward. The idea behind interdimensional monsters and villains terrorizing your town was hard to grasp, at first, but the more they explained, the more it all started to make sense. Occasionally, Steve shot you and Eddie looks, as if he was trying to assess something, thoroughly annoying you.

As Robin paced the length of the small room, she spoke quickly, “For now, Eddie you should stay put. The rest of us are going to figure out why Vecna is targeting these people and how.”

“Right.” Eddie croaked, sounding exhausted. His eyes fell to the ground.

Dustin attempted to cheer his friend up. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll be back soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie only gave him a nod, sinking back down to rest his chin on his crossed arms.

You stood up from your place against the boat. “I’ll stay. I’d feel better if there was someone here with him.”

There was a grumble from Steve, which prompted Robin to swat at him before agreeing with you, “That’s a good idea. Call us on the walkie if you need anything.”

Shortly after that, the small group went to return to their homes, leaving you and Eddie alone again. Eddie continued to sit in his spot, still staring at the ground. He looked hopeless, and you felt terrible for him. He was forced to hide in an old boathouse, traumatized, while the police blamed him for a death he had nothing to do with.

“Do you…sleep in here?” You asked him, trying to fill the deafening silence.

Without taking his eyes away from the spot on the ground, he shook his head, mumbling, “No, I sleep in the house at night.”

“Ok. Why don’t we head up there, then?” You asked gently, trying to break him out of this hopeless mindset he had sunk into.

His eyes looked at you for a moment, glancing at your injured hand, before he slowly stood to his feet. “Yeah, let’s get your hand wrapped in something better than a jacket.”

You gave him a warm smile and took his hand in yours, squeezing gently, then turned to lead him out of the boathouse.

. . .

Eddie shuffled through the cabinets in the tiny bathroom as you sat on the couch out in the living room. The inside of Rick’s house was eerily quiet and dark, lights were kept off for obvious reasons. You couldn’t shake that odd sensation of being in someone’s house without their knowledge. It would be unsettling being there if it weren’t for Eddie.

“Ah, here. Found it!” He came out holding a small first-aid kit, shaking it in his hand triumphantly, coming over to sit next to you on the old couch. Very carefully he began to unwrap the jacket around your hand, revealing the inside to be matted with blood.

You inhaled sharply through your teeth as the fabric pulled at the gash.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie whispered; his face pinched in sympathetic pain.

He poured a little disinfectant on it and you flinched away, but his sturdy hand held your shoulder. His expression looked tortured as your body tensed in pain.

Pouring the last of the bottle out and trying to get your mind off the pain, he lightly teased you. "So, you stood up the legendary Steve 'The Hair' Harrington?"

You scoffed, nodding your head a little and trying not to groan at the memory. "Yep..."

With the corners of his mouth curling ever so slightly, he rummaged through the first-aid kit. "Why? I thought it was every girl's dream to go out with Harrington."

This time you did groan, fighting to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your skull. "Not mine."

When Eddie waited patiently, glancing at you with expectant eyes, you shrugged. "He's not my type."

He pulled out some gauze. "Did you tell him that?"

"Yes, I did—as I stood him up."

There were a few short, rueful laughs from Eddie as he pulled your hand closer to him so he could wrap it. "No wonder he seemed cross about it—can't blame him though, I would be too."

You gave him a confused look. Oddly, you didn’t feel as much pain as you had earlier. "I was just being honest. Wouldn't you want to know if someone wasn't interested?"

His expression turned sheepish as his fingers skimmed your hand. "That’s not…—what I meant was, I'd get upset if it was you who stood me up."

You flashed a grin, nudging him with your knee. "You're a big flatterer tonight, Munson."

He laughed once, resting your hand on his knee as he began to tie the ends of the gauze. "I'm serious. Imagine getting the courage to ask someone like you, who's a goddess, to go out—and then, by some miracle, you say yes; only to be told later that you were never really interested."

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. "A 'goddess' huh?"

He shrugged with a boyish smile. Your hand was fully wrapped now, but he still gently held it as it rested on his knee.

Hiding your pleased expression was harder to do than you thought, so you turned your head away. "That sounds a bit harsh, but I'm sure he got over it very quickly,” you waved your good hand in the air, “I mean, that guy goes on so many dates. It's a wonder that he even remembered my name."

"How could anyone forget you? The most beautiful person in Hawkins."

You turned to look up at Eddie slowly, obviously beaming. "So much flattery, Munson," you leaned in a little, teasing him, "what is it you want?"

Eddie’s expression suddenly grew soft as his eyes held yours. “You.”

You blinked, not sure that you heard him correctly.

Eddie, looked suddenly shy, but continued regardless. “I figure that in the next couple of days I’m either gonna get arrested or some otherworldly, villain kills me... So, I need to tell you…,” he took a shaky breath. “I want you. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to wake up next to you every day and hold you every night as we fall asleep. The past year was the hardest I’ve ever gone through—not having you beside me has been awful. I don’t even want to start to describe how lonely I’ve been—”

He was interrupted by you softly pressing your lips to his, sliding a hand through his long hair and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He sighed against your mouth, a great breath of relief that made you smile.

Breaking the kiss and pulling away to rest your forehead against his, you whispered, “You won’t have to worry about that anymore, Eddie Munson,” his hands came up to cup the side of your face and you brought your lips back to his, speaking against them lightly, “I’m yours—and I’m staying with until this mess is sorted out.”

He presses a small kiss to your lips with a whine, “And after?”

You smiled, nudging your nose against his. “And after, we can get the hell out of this town, together.”

Eddie’s other hand came up to hold your face as he crashed his lips to yours desperately. Teeth bumped together as you both smiled in the quickly escalating kiss. Never in your life had you thought that a supernatural monster would bring you and Eddie together, but you certainly weren’t complaining at the moment.

Greedy tongues twisted and grazed against one another as you opened your mouth to him, earning you a very soft moan from Eddie. Swallowing the sound, you nibbled on his lower lip as your hands explored his chest. It was toned and defined, every curve of muscle you felt sent jolts of electricity through you.

Feeling a dull ache start to build, you did your best to peel off Eddie’s two layers, leaving him in his Hellfire Club shirt. Hands still tugging at his clothing, you could feel him smiling as he panted between deep kisses, “You want to?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He groans hearing you beg with his name. “How is it—,” he says, helping you pull his shirt over his head, “—that the worst thing and the best thing to ever happen to me, are both within two days of each other?”

You laugh, despite the circumstances, and trail your fingers over his searing skin. His fingers climb their way up to your breasts and grip each one, pulling on them through the fabric of your shirt and bra.

Shifting your hips, you move to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, letting his tongue dance around yours. He’s eager as his hands moved down your torso to grab at your waist. As his hands squeeze, you experimentally buck your hips, grinding down on to him.

“Holy shit.” He moans breathlessly into your mouth.

You grin and do it again, grinding a little harder, causing him to grip your ass and squeeze as he practically whines. As you continue to grind down on him with a slow and steady pace, you start to feel the hard length of his cock press against you through his pants.

Eddie leans up and presses open-mouthed kisses along your neck, biting at your skin and leaving marks as he makes his way down to the collar of your shirt. Both thinking the exact same thing, you unhook your arms from his neck and help him pull your shirt and bra off, tossing them off into a corner.

He sits back against the couch for a moment, gazing at your bare chest in awe. Seeing his expression, you can’t help but lovingly brush his hair back from his face before leaning down and kissing him slowly and passionately.

Shaking fingers run up your stomach to play with your nipples, giving them small tugs. You moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth as the sensation caused heat to pool between your legs. His hips involuntarily move up and into you at the sound, and you flush a deep red feeling the entirety of his hard length run against you.

Eddie breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it while pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. You choke out a moan, pressing your hips into his and holding onto his shoulders. He moves to give your other breast some attention, squeezing them together in his hands.

As he’s busy doing that, your hand trails down to grip him tightly through his jeans. He lets out a breathy moan, the hot air fanning out against your breast and making you shiver. Running your thumb up and down his length, you watch as his movements stall. A deep satisfaction warms your chest as you speed up and he moans again, louder this time, leaning his head into your chest while he’s completely and utterly distracted.

You want—need to hear him more, and you move off of his lap to kneel down on the floor between his legs. His eyes open a fraction to see what you’re doing before widening as you clumsily under his belt and pants. Chest heaving, he stares down at you as his cock is freed from his jeans, then his boxers, and you take it in your good hand.

With one slow pump Eddie’s head hits the back of the couch. You smile and pump him again, gripping his cock tight, watching as his hips jut up with the stroke of your hand. He’s putty in your grasp and you love it. Beads of arousal gather at the tip of his cock and your mouth waters at the sight.

With one swift movement, earning a choked gasp from Eddie, you flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock and lick up to the tip, collecting the precum with your tongue as you drag it along his slit.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, picking his head up to look down at you in wonder and raising his hips, desperate for more.

You grinned watching his cock twitch in your hand and brought your lips to his tip. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you wrapped your lips around him, tongue flattening under his tip, and moved down. The noises he made were heavenly as his face twisted in pure pleasure. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat and your lips touched the skin of his hips. Eddie’s hands fisted themselves into the couch as he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, you bobbed your head up and down his length, reveling in the moans and breathy calls of your name from Eddie. One of his hands came up to brush a tear out of the corner of your eye, his thumb lingering on your cheek. His hips moved up to match your rhythm, ensuring his cock went deep into your throat every time.

After a few more thrusts, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’. Your wide eyes met his, hooded and dazed. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

You grinned devilishly as he quickly brought you to a stand and ripped your jeans off, revealing your soaked panties. Eddie kissed your stomach and ran his hands up your thighs until they met the soaked fabric, you felt him curse against your skin as he ran a finger through your legs.

Without waiting another second, he yanked your panties down your legs, moving his lips to suck and bite around your hips. You gasped, feeling his fingers run through your folds.

“Jesus, you’re wet.” He moaned against your skin.

You ran fingers through his hair. “All for you.”

Two of his fingers rubbed against your entrance while his thumb flicked at your clit. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Giving him a gentle laugh, you tugged his hair back so that he looked up at you. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was open and panting.

You leaned in, putting your hands on his shoulders, and whispered against his mouth, “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

He grinned against you, lips ghosting over yours as two fingers slipped inside of your pussy. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as you choked on an inhale. Sensing that he had control now, Eddie moved his thumb to circle your clit in tight, concise patterns while his fingers curled in you.

You moaned his name loudly and felt him shiver under you at the sound. He pumped again, as if rewarding you, going deeper and hitting that spot that made you clench around him.

He groaned in your ear as your head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Wow.”

You panted, fighting for air as his pace sped up. That tightening in your abdomen was threatening to undo you as your toes curled reflexively. Your body sought release as you moved your hips against Eddie’s hand eagerly. He hummed at the motion, pressing his face into your hair with a smile.

Feeling dangerously close, you grabbed his hand and withdrew his fingers, pushing his hand back into the couch as you swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. You could see the anticipation vibrating through him as your hand gripped his length and lined him up to your entrance.

You dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, and Eddie drew in a sharp breath, hands coming up to grip the meat of your thighs. Giving him a radiant smile, you watched as his eyes fluttered closed as you sunk down just enough that his head slipped inside of you. His hips raised, seeking to bury himself in your warmth but you gave him a ‘tut’, moving so that only his head stayed in.

His eyes opened and you could see the plea in them. He was close to begging and it made you clench. You shifted, sinking down a little further, gasping at the delicious stretch of him inside of you. Eddie was clawing at your legs now, no doubt leaving nice bruises for you to find in the morning, as he whined.

Giving him a devilish grin, you sunk the rest of the way down on him, your hips flush against his. A shudder passed through his body as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth hung open, head tilting back. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you tried to control your own trembling.

“Please, baby, move.” He whined again, facing the ceiling.

You giggled, “I’m sorry, what was that?” lifting your hips a little, you saw him tense and a noise died in his throat.

He lowered his head to look at you through hooded eyes. “I need you to move, sweetheart.”

You gave him an innocent smile. “Ok.” Then sat down on him quickly, burying him to the hilt.

He moaned your name loudly, pushing his hips up into yours as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, sliding him in and out of you smoothly.

He spoke with stilted words as he fought to stay focused. “Fuck, you feel so perfect.”

Quickly you both found a rhythm as you lowered yourself down into him, and his hips rose up to meet yours, pushing him as deep as he could go.

You were chanting his name like a prayer as his cock hit you in just the right spot, tightening that coil.

“Come for me, baby.” He begged in between moans, as you slammed down into his hips, working your legs to the point that they burned.

You bit your lip, his words sending you over the edge as that coil snapped and your vision went white. Faintly you felt him lean up, his hands wrapping around your lower back and pulling you tight against him. Eddie’s lips were on yours, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you moaned out, his thrusts up into you becoming erratic as he felt you squeeze around him.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” He moaned into your mouth as his hips stalled. His cock pulsed hard as he emptied himself into your pussy with a groan.

You leaned your head into the crook of his neck, long curls sticking to the beads of sweat on your face as you gasped for air. Eddie leaned back into the couch, still holding him against you, chest heaving. You could hear his heartbeat pounding, matching yours.

“Goddamn.” He breathed against your neck; you could feel him smiling as he said it. “We have to do that again.”

You leaned up a little, dizzy but smiling. “Let’s say in…30 minutes?”

His smile was dazzling as he cupped your face. “I love you so much.”

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Lee Dong Sik does have a type

Hello! I am here to once again harass this tag with my opinions.

I love this complicated character. I just want him to heal and live a happy life. I have so many feelings about him and because of him.

This post is another section of the essay (I have previously mentioned) where I lost all interest in being formal in the slightest. So, this doesn't read as a serious analysis of Dong Sik's character, more of a shit post. But nevertheless, it's written with good intentions and genuine interest. Again, this is an excerpt from a bigger piece, so it feels unfinished that will be the reason.

[Please note that Dong Sik and queer-coding are very intricate topics, I am not able to explore them fully with just this post. also: I use the word queer as an umbrella term when discussing the character's sexuality. It is not meant as an offensive term.]

~ Now that the disclaimers are out of the way, I hope you enjoy this absolute mess

[Previously discussing Joo Won's queer coding] 1 2

Dong Sik on the other hand… There isn’t a big romantically coded scene for him, definitely not along the same lines as Joo Won's scene in the rain. We gain knowledge of Dong Sik’s thoughts and feelings for Joo Won through his facial expressions and actions. We get to see it more often because - despite his tendency to mask his emotions behind the veil of other people's assumptions - he is a lot more forthcoming with his feelings. By nature, Dong Sik is an affectionate person with a lot of love to give. Within the show, he is the main character used as a vassal for the creators to explore the Ancient Greeks’ philosophy of the seven kinds of love. Here’s a quick breakdown of the love in Dong Sik’s life:

Eros: Han Joo Won

Philia: his friendship circle: Ji-Hwa, Jung-Je, Ji-Hoon, Jae-Yi, etc

Storge: his sister, his mother, Kang Min-Jung

Agape: music, food, nature

Ludus: Han Joo Won, Lee Sang-Yeob

Pragma: what his relationship with Han Joo Won was blossoming into

Philautia: he struggles with this one but we get glimpses of it throughout

(information source: https://www.wellandgood.com/greek-words-for-love/)

Dong Sik is a bit of a tease, in the sense that he enjoys teasing people, and Joo Won is the perfect person for him to do that. I believe he was attracted to Joo Won from the moment he met him- no, from the moment he heard his voice.

That shot though, jfc. It is very common within visual media to use the suspenseful storytelling tactic of “look! The two main characters have met and this is important- pay attention to this”. The story will stop in its tracks because the two main characters or the two love interests have met for the first time. Their interaction and the importance of this first meeting will be displayed by the characters either:

Stopping what they were doing

Becoming awestruck

The camera lingering on their reaction

Beyond Evil uses all three of these common visual storytelling tactics to tell the audience that this moment is important.

And… Okay… I know everyone stops what they are doing to pay attention to Joo Won’s arrival, as it’s a great way of other-ing him from the first episode… But if we look at it from the perspective of the character, Dong Sik is so affected when he sees Joo Won for the first time that he stops writing his police report. We had just seen how driven and motivated Dong Sik can be, he was going to write up that report and no one could stop him, not even the threat of physical violence could stop him. The fact that Joo Won does cause him to stop could be interpreted as a (very) loose play on the trope of Distracted by Sexy or Love at First Sight. Either way, no one could stop him apart from Joo Won. Through the visual language, this seems to be the creator's way of informing the audience of Joo Won’s immediate effect on Dong Sik’s life.

This sequence also plays on the (debatably) romantic trope of Stalker’s Meet Cute and Weaponized Meet Cute: “When one party has arranged the "chance" encounter for the purpose of romance, it's a Stalker's Meet Cute. (This is very common.) When it's for dark nefarious purposes (i.e., not romance; usually a crime of some sort), it's Weaponized Meet Cute.” tvtropes.org, Meet Cute. Joo Won has been "investigating" stalking Dong Sik for the purposes of his investigation. He takes photographs of Dong Sik at his workplace and when he is with his friends. Then purposely gets himself transferred to the same substation to get closer to him. Which signifies from the outset that the nature of their relationship is far from normal.

But it is how Dong Sik reacts to the new Inspector that is very interesting...

During my first watch-through of the show, I missed Dong Sik’s quick off-the-cuff remark of “he’s not my type” when speaking about seeing Joo Won for the first time. Which… okay, firstly, no one asked him. It is the first thing Dong Sik has to say about Joo Won. Also, this kind of language screams romantic undertones. To have a “type” is a phrase often used (in western parts of the world, at least) when describing a person you fancy, i.e find attractive. It’s an odd thing to say and it could just be a funky translation. But Dong Sik decides to tell his best friends that the “handsome” (as other male characters had already noted), successful, fashionable and so painfully metropolitan new (boy toy) Inspector is not his type… Which begs us to question: why did they use this kind of language? If the creators wanted us to know that Dong Sik and Joo Won weren’t going to get along because they were judging each other, another perfectly non-romantic way of telling us would be for Dong Sik to say: He’s just another Seoul detective. This could then start a quick back-and-forth. Someone could say: But you were a Seoul detective. Causing Dong Sik to give us a reply along the lines: You know I was never like them. (or something better than that) If the conversation had been structure in this way, the creators would be conveying that there is a distinction between the city police and the police in this small town. Also, it would give us the insight that Dong Sik never felt like he fit in in Seoul and that he has a close connection to his hometown. [not confirmed as true] Instead, we get “he’s not my type”. I believe this is the first time we see Dong Sik’s character being queer-coded.

“Queer coding is the subtextual coding of a character in media as queer. Though such a character's sexual identity may not be explicitly confirmed within their respective work, a character might be coded as queer through the use of traits and stereotypes recognisable to the audience.” Wikipedia.org, Queer Coding.

This framing, as well as other pieces of information about his character, supports the queer coding theory.

Firstly, let’s take the context into account: Dong Sik is a man in his early forties who has experienced deep trauma. He lives alone, is not married, is not divorced, has male and female platonic friendships and at no point in the show is the history of his love-life explicitly confirmed. The only time in the show that Dong Sik himself talks about anything closely relating to his romantic life - or having a “type” - is when talking about Han Joo Won and talking to Lee Sang Yeob. Any other time Dong Sik’s sexuality or love life is brought up is by other characters, predominately by Joo Won.

Joo Won isn’t Dong Sik’s type. And perhaps not. Having worked (and lived) in Seoul for many years, Dong Sik has probably met many rich, good-looking, privileged, up-themselves Seoul boys. So, he would know.

So, if Joo Won isn’t Dong Sik’s type, who is? Do we get examples?

Yes but very subtly via the process of elimination. Throughout the show, Dong Sik only flirts with men. So that and other factors (which we will discuss later) rule out women as romantic love interests. He only flirts with men. Sometimes he does this because of genuine attraction or because he’s trying to unnerve them. He uses his ambiguous sexuality as a way to make other men uncomfortable when in a sparring match of intellect. The people he flirts with when trying to unnerve are:

Lee Chang Jin

Lim Gyu Seok

Kang Do Soo (very minorly: the good looks comment in episode 4)

Park Jung Je (very very minorly: although, they have a very complicated/ queer coded relationship) These men often bristle or become uncomfortable when Dong Sik uses this tactic.

Do they have anything in common that could help us decipher if he has a type? Well, not really. They are of all different ages, stature, occupation, personality, looks, statuses, and financial backgrounds. They’re different. The only commonality they share is that at some point, they were getting in Dong Sik’s way. So, he used this proven tactic to deflect their gaze, so he can continue on undetected.

(what a whore)

There are two other people that Dong Sik flirts with aggressively, either because one) distracts them from the truth and two) because he seems to enjoy it:

Lee Sang Yeob

Han Joo Won

What is interesting about these two characters is that they don’t react the same way the other men do. So, how do they react?

Lee Sang Yeob shows quiet patience and (not unkind) indifference like he is used to it. In the situation they were in, he doesn’t let us know if he likes or dislikes it- there’s just silence. Which, within South Korean media, speaks volumes.

In South Korean media (like the majority of the world), when the male lead’s sexuality is questioned, it is common (and expected) for them to show disgust or make it into a joke, or both (Vincenzo has two very long scenes where Vincenzo has a paddy about having to pretend to date a man is a great example). Queerness is not treated seriously in the majority of the media. It is shown as something uncomfortable; to be mocked, or as a hurdle in the male lead’s journey. As a whole, it is not something that is explored with sensitivity or sincerity. (there are obviously exceptions to this "rule". I'm speaking in more generalised tones.)

So, to have two male characters in a car together, and to have one ask the other if they are on a date and the reaction is silence, shows us how Beyond Evil approaches queerness in a very different way from the majority.

Dong Sik’s flirtations with Han Joo Won are a little more complicated. At first, Han Joo Won doesn’t seem to understand flirting, full stop. All signs of attraction and affection from anyone make him uncomfortable. But as time passes, he starts to accept it and then even starts to return the attention. Out of all of Dong Sik’s interactions with the people he flirts with, Joo Won is the only one to genuinely flirt back. Not only does he flirt back but he enjoys it, as does Dong Sik.

Other than this, do Lee Sang Yeob and Han Joo Won have anything else in common? Yes.

They are both (at one point in time) Dong Sik’s police partner.

They are the same age and thirteen years younger than Dong Sik.

They went to KNPU and were in the same year.

They are attractive, successful, from wealthy families, ambitious, stubborn, intelligent, naive; metropolitan (working/living in Seoul), and both are passionate and impulsive: going headfirst into danger. They both act like a “prince” and are “burdens”.

Later, they both cause Dong Sik unbearable amounts of heartache.

The most important comparison is that Dong Sik cares about both of them deeply. So, there are two characters Dong Sik flirts with for the sake of flirting. They have similarities that go beyond age, race and gender. Through the process of elimination, we can say with a level of certainty that Dong Sik (on a basic level) does have a “type”.

According to him, Joo Won isn’t it. Personally, I believe that Joo Won was Dong Sik’s “type” the entire time. But because Joo Won is (in the beginning) a stereotype, Dong Sik is put off by his prickish facade. Also, Han Joo Won reminds Dong Sik of Sang Yeob from the get-go, and he doesn’t want to go down that route because it’s a deep trauma for him that he’s not over.

So, when Dong Sik says something so romantically coded as “he’s not my type”, it shines as false in the most wonderful way.

[Dong Sik interacting with three younger men. credit: 1, 3]

Dong Sik is... so into Joo Won. As Dong Sik gets to know Joo Won, he becomes interested in this difficult man. Within the context of the thriller-mystery narrative, he decides to use Han Joo Won so he can bring the serial killer to justice. But over time, he starts to genuinely care for him. Which wasn’t the original plan. One could justify this by suggesting that it just proves that Dong Sik is a protector by nature; he cares for those younger than him, and he fears losing people so much that he’ll even care for the little annoying prick that is Han Joo Won. This is true but the thing about Dong Sik is that if he doesn’t want someone in his life, he doesn’t include them, or he waits patiently until he can move on. Joo Won is not one of those people, which is proven by how he displays his feelings throughout the first act. Dong Sik proceeds to provoke, get up in Joo Won’s personal space, tease, flirt with him, actively pull him into his life, actively try to get to know him, and actively care for him, whilst trying to save that boy (toy) from himself and anyone else who may hurt him… And it only intensifies in the second act. He seeks him out and always has a (literal) open door for Joo Won to walk through because, despite the fact that Joo Won can be difficult, Dong Sik enjoys him and wants him in his life.

The fact that Dong Sik enjoys Joo Won’s personality is shown throughout the first act. Contrary to the fact that Joo Won gives Dong Sik many different reasons for him to run away screaming “red flag”, he does the complete opposite.

A brief list of just a few examples of Dong Sik enjoying Joo Won:

Episode 1: when he offers Joo Won a handshake and is rejected, calls him a "prince" (or something similar)

Episode 1: smiling when Joo Won is talking about his views on friendship, then proceeds to tease Jo-Won.

Episode 2: when Joo Won has the same thought as him (going to the shop in the rain scene), Dong Sik watches Joo Won walk away and smiles after Joo Won gazes back at him.

Episode 2: getting in Joo Won’s personal space (and making eye contact) to ask why Joo Won is “so interested” in him.

Episode 2&3: the entire interrogation scenes: yes, he's annoyed by Joo Won but come on, he's also having so much fun.

Episode 3: After Jung-Je has told Dong Sik that Joo Won knows that he’s put the case files back, Dong Sik is very non-plus about it until Jung-Je tells him that Joo Won laughed “like a madman”. Jung-Je is disturbed by the whole thing, which is a very normal reaction. How does Dong Sik react? He becomes excited, smiles, and then laughs, agreeing to stay at work (despite being traumatised by recent events).

(this look screams: I've got you all figured out.... and in retrospect, I'm like: Oh honey, oh no no no no, JW's better and worse than you think) And so on, and so on...

Dong Sik was attracted to Joo Won from the moment he met him and could see through his pretty rich boy bullshit super quickly. We get to see Dong Sik's good nature and attraction to Joo Won, even from the first episode. There are so many examples (here's one) At the beginning of the series, Joo Won is purposely unlikeable. He doesn’t want to make friends because he’s never had a friend that wanted just him before; they’ve always wanted something else from him. Joo Won doesn’t trust people and doesn’t pick up on the majority of social cues, especially ones of genuine kindness - his lack of experiences and insecurities make him believe that people are being conceited, and by extension trying to control him. Joo Won doesn’t seem to believe that anyone could love or like him for him just being himself. So, he isn’t himself as a way to stop getting hurt. (Dong Sik really doesn’t let him continue that charade)

Dong Sik’s first act of showing… let’s call it a kindness (if we’re being optimistic) to Joo Won on a personal level is in Episode 1. It is so subtle that it went over my head on my first casual viewing. Dong Sik singles Joo Won out (obviously, Joo Won is the newbie of the substation) and tries to show him that his insecurity of “people only want me because of who my dad is” is not true for Dong Sik; and by extension, Manyang. He does this by not taking Joo Won’s shit, physically touching him, and by actively poking fun at Joo Won’s dad. By saying, “I don’t give a fuck who your dad is or where you come from” in the subtext, he’s trying to tell Joo Won that he’s different (Manyang is different). He’s not going to suck up to him, he’s not going to ask for favours, he just doesn’t care for any of that because he’s not like that. Manyang isn’t like that. From the get-go, Dong Sik is telling Joo Won and the audience that if at any point Dong Sik is kind to Joo Won, it is because it is genuine. And not for any other conceited reason.

(That is not to say that Dong Sik is always kind… ooooh no, for a lot of the beginning, he isn’t.)

Joo Won found it amusing though…

Despite all of this, despite every reason there is for the two of them to not get on (for Dong Sik to absolutely despise Joo Won), they don't. Far from it. I like to describe their chemistry are magnets and like all magnets, they want to attract. So without rhyme or reason, without their control or common sense, they turn and yield, and allow themselves to attract. [Before I beat the horse dead, here is a link to the rest of this thought process, including some sexy screenshots]

[ I am losing steam here and getting distracted. So, I'll include a brief summary before I go. ]

A brief overview of Dong Sik's interactions with five younger men + one male of the same age:

Lee Sang Yeob: flirts with him, finds him annoying (affectionately), cares a lot for him, gives him heart eyes, nearly (does kill?) kills someone because they murdered him- Touch: his stomach to try to save his life Oh Ji Hoon: teases him, has a laugh with him, protects him and tries to be an older brother/mentor. He sees himself in the younger man- treats him like a much younger brother- Touch: doesn’t, idk... maybe a brief touch to the shoulder (?) Club man: Is aggressive with him because of the fucked-up shit the guy is doing. But still has a ~certain~ energy with him. Touch: pins him against a wall. Lim Gyu Seok: finds him very annoying, doesn’t like him much but does have odd energy around him- similar to the energy he has with Han Joo Won. Touch: gets in his personal space and puts his lanyard around him in a very ~certain~ way, holds onto his shoulder- the same he does with HJW. Han Joo Won: flirts with him, bullies him, protects him- he’s in love with him, let’s not pretend. Touch: all the fucking time mate, loves it. Can only think of two times he stops Joo Won from touching him.

Bonus: Park Jung Je: Jung Je grabs Dong Sik’s arm once and it makes Dong Sik super angry. He yanks his arm out of the other’s grip. An odd reaction considering they’re best friends. Dong Sik treats Joo Won differently only because Joo Won encourages him. It's this battle of ego and wit. They're both trying to be right, (both being dramatic), trying to impress and wanting to impress, wanting to be seen They enjoy being around the other; not being able to stop themselves from caring, flirting, battling, repressing, restraining, fighting, protecting... attracting.

Han Joo Won is very annoying. But Dong Sik likes him so much, he's just his type.

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Dong Sik's queer coding is not shown through grand gestures or grand romantically-coded scenes. He isn't overly flamboyant or "camp". He only flirts with men and does have a type. There is so much more that could be said about Dong Sik's queer coding. For one, we could talk about the religious symbolism throughout the show and Dong Sik is his most "religious" when he's falling in love with Joo Won. Please remember that this is from a larger piece that focused on the first half of the show, which is why the second act isn't explored.

There is sooo much to say about him. I feel like this overly long post is only scratching the surface and is probably unnecessarily long-winded. But alas, it is how I have chosen to approach it. Thanks for sticking around this long. Ta ta!

#this is a mess!!#beyond evil #jtbc beyond evil #beyond evil analysis #lee dongsik #han juwon #jwds #han joo won #shin ha kyun #beyond evil meta commentary #beyond evil is a romcom part 123344567898765432 #i love him. i don't feel like i've done him justice

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whatsabriard · 2 years ago

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I was asked last night what my top 10 of all time eps of Hart to Hart were. Let me tell you, friends, that one threw me for a loopy loop. I finally settled on the final ten, but I have to say that these are my personal favorites - the ones that bring me the most joy and the ones I've rewatched most often. It's possible that a venn diagram of good eps and my favorite episodes might have very little overlap. I like what I like. So, in no particular order, I present the Top Ten of All Time.

Pilot - In many ways this episode is a mess. It seems like they decided to retool some things from the pilot to the series. What they didn't change, however, was the chemistry that they introduced. This episode had THE BEST one-liners and they were back-to-back-to-back. "This is going to be your first time isn't it?" To be fair, not exactly. | "If I rolled over right now and tried to make love to you, would you call the police?" Only if I thought you needed help. | "Your feet are cold." Compared to whose, your fulsome friend? "She threw me out." No taste broad. | "Or, I could refuse to make love to you for the rest of the year." That sounds like you. | "Mind if I sit down?" Mind if I scream?" The whole thing makes me giddy every time.

Hart of Darkness - My affection for this one is two-fold. It was my late best friend's favorite episode. She did things like taped the show (ON VHS, from FX and then hallmark) and sent them to me, and whenever we would discuss it she always always ALWAYS talked about this episode (and when Jennifer is in France and Jonathan has been taken hostage). She liked the angst. One of my very first gif sets was for this episode. It's deliciously angsty, has some very mild friction caused mostly by Jonathan's insecurities, and also features Jennifer being a totally protective mate... I had to write a post-ep for it, because the episode is one I've watched absolutely the most.

Downhill to Death - to this day, I'm not sure I could actually recount the plot of this one. Something about cheating spouses and double crossing and murderous frosty the snowman. I am here for that hot tub scene and Jennifer's absolute inability to control her face journeys. In every scene with side pieces and what not, she looks like someone watching a live action soap opera. No chill at all. None. Also, when Kate asks her in the steam room about how everyone falls out of love or whatever and Jennifer just LETS THE WORDS HANG IN THE AIR. she couldn't even be bothered to be like "oh yeah, I totally know what you're talking about." She just let the crickets sing. Good job, Jennifer. You made it weird.

What Murder? - I have watched this episode no less than five times *since September*. Watching Jonathan fall in love with Jennifer all over again *CHEF KISS*. Watching Jonathan seduce Jennifer all over again *CHEF KISS*. Max being the one to help him start to regain his memories? (he gave jonathan away at the wedding jfc) *CHEF KISS* The ENTIRE conversation about whether or not she'd know if he had a woman on the side? *CHEF KISS* The moment Jennifer thinks Jonathan died in a car accident *CHEF KISS*

Hart of Diamonds - this has been previously discussed but Jennifer mentally overcoming serious hypnosis purely out of love for her husband? I'm in. RIP ME.

You Made Me Kill You - I love a good stalker episode. This is a good stalker episode. (Robin was too much. Too crazy. The cop guy didn't take the surveillance seriously. the creep factor on that one was set to 11.) Peggy was nutty and scary and yeah she totally tried to kill Jennifer and dragged her around by the hair in her slip (ok, saying it out loud maybe it is that bad). But it leaned into the camp of it and Peggy wasn't super great about killing people. She was a lil bit bad at it even. I think it's perfectly reasonable that someone a little bit unhinged would take Jonathan's kind demeanor and respect towards women as something more.

Two Harts are Better Than One - do I even have to explain this. no. origin stories are the shit, and this one was perfect. (made all the more perfect by Harts All AFlutter by @andallthatmishigas yes i am interrupting this post for a commercial read it ok)

On A Bed of Harts - Jonathan Hart bought a bed for Five Million Dollars because he wanted his wife to have their honeymoon bed. He bought a vineyard and a hotel too, but his intention was THAT BED. The whole chasing the bed through san francisco was a silly mess and the real estate developer and the french government but the episode ends with the Harts fucking in their bed while it was on display in Versailles. Velvet ropes at all. Start to finish, zany madcap romantic hijinks with people who have more money than sense. EXACTLY the formula for this show.

Blue and Broken-Harted - This one was just a rip-roaring good time. The Harts "fighting". Knowing they're being bugged and deciding they're just gonna turn the radio up real loud so whoever's listening doesn't know they're shagging. Jennifer going to a singles bar and ending up in jail overnight - in a FUR COAT. It also had some nice details about their wedding and Jonathan's ex girlfriend and Jennifer got to absolutely cut the woman pretending to be Irene into tiny little pieces with her words. I love episodes where the people around them are like "these two idiots are so fucking in love it's almost gross."

What Becomes a Murder Most - setting aside the entire epic intro photoshoot, the beginning and end of my love for this episode sets at the feet of Jonathan Hart. This episode makes me lean into the whole "made in the 80s" and fucking DIG the part where Jonathan is about to rip the world apart to save Jennifer. Similar energy to "The Lady is Murder" but this time he's letting his roots show a bit and he was going to intimidate everyone and if that didn't work he was just gonna beat the living shit out of them. Jennifer's name will never be associated with Whitefury. AYE AYE MAN. YOU GOT IT, YOURE SCARY. (aside: those were some midly spicy pictures that Jonathan would have loved to keep with him for business trips without her. but you know the murdery stuff ruined them so Jennifer made sure to get another set made for him. Spicier. that's my story.)

Now I would very much like to hear from my ducklings. When the stories are fresh and the episodes are new, they hit different . Indulge me. ;) @andallthatmishigas @blossom--of--snow @glittermermaid18

#my muscle relaxer is kicking in #that got a little bit incoherent by the end #sorry #hart to hart #jennifer hart #jonathan hart #it's my obsession #top ten eps

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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law and order thoughts/spoilers

as usual, they're out of order thanks to citytv airing them weird, but OC/og/svu, here we go!

HATE that city tv airs these out of order. I would love to see SVU at the same time as everyone else for fucking once.

We stan a bad bitch wife. Even if she is the real villain. And this seems to be the theme of OC. But also why is this bitch’s hair always GEL SLICKED down like this?? -- WAS THAT A GAY THOUGHT?! OMG—

OKAY NOT THIS BITCH. THE DR WHO HARVESTED ORGANS WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT!?!!? Fuck…get your extra’s straight PLEASE

Okay. I GET Denise’s pov when it comes to this shit, ESP with Ayanna missing handoff time for what I’m guessing is not the first time post split. But like, why must we bury our gays yet again. Why can’t we just have a fucking happy lgbt relationship SOMEWHERE on one of these shows???

“two people aren’t that close for that long and never sleep together.” Stabler: “you sure about that?”

LOOOOOOLLLLLLL as much as I don’t want EO together at this point, I do love all the little easter eggs that they toss into the shows this season

Ayanna really not fucking around with these rats and girl… I fucking feel you

Course she lied to the police, saw that one coming. Like, this bitch is not dumb, she clearly would’ve dumped the phone and is going to help this guy, like, come on guys…

This bitch is gonna be dead before you get to the Canadian border…

OH SHIT. THIS I DID NOT SEE COMING. Shiiiiitttttt

I’m way more invested in this than I thought I would be. As usual, I think it’s because of Ayanna

Bruh, she’s better at de-escalation than olivia is, I said it.

This man is a CHILD. Like…a CHILD. I’m over him being the main villain of this season I’m over him, please let this only last half a season PLEASE.

I was JUST about to say “man, I think I liked this ep so much because there was so little Stabler” and then he goes and rage punches a mirror in a public bar bathroom. Bruh. You better be paying for that….

Mothership time!

Okay… wait… the girl Nolan was with… I could SWEAR that’s kat’s cousin/sister/whatever….but shit aint up on imbd yet so someone remind me to look this up later.

Also…did we *really* need t have two vicious subway attacks two weeks in a row guys??

Also also….sir… you are not a cop..you do not have a weapon…why are you running *toward* the shooting.

Great acting though dude, props to the shaky hands looking legit.

Cosgrove: where the hell did he go? Bruh… you’re asking that like you were in hot pursuit… he’s LONG GONE

All they need to do to prove this wasn’t the shooter is run a quick gsr test… like…stop pushing that angle and work the other ones.

ROSSI??!! Jfc… lololol

Okay I’m 99% sure lacey’s mom was a vic on svu….like I get it, there are only so many actors, esp for extras and in nyc but like…cmon.. lololol (sidebar: I need imdb to update pls) (update: its not lol)

I bet that they didn’t tell the mom that kate knows sign and all of this could be thrown out by a lawyer later on, though they could claim its just lip reading but like, she did invoke and a good attorney would throw hands over this. (even if they’re not associated…I cant remember the proper word rn lol)

ACCOMPLIASE! THAT’S THE WORD!

Listen… I just don’t like jack mccoy. I don’t know why. And it’s more him in the new season, didn’t mind him in the earlier svu eps (minus him threatening casey’s licence multiple times but at least Donnelly had her back)

God Sam’s so fucking hot. I may need to rewatch the last season so I can accurately start writing for her… and that RED. PLEASE!?!

Okay Nolan and this other attorney defs fucked/dated in the past. There’s no questioning it

TAKING THE JURY ON THE TRAIN!?? Well…never seen this shit before…(I wasn’t paying attention prior to the train so like, if that was some weird imagine thing, pardon me lol) but like DAMN.

I need to have a couple of eps without Nolan. I want to see Sam take first chair or a solo case.

Yeah they definitely dated…

Okay that episode was heavy.. if you’re going to watch, be known that it could defs be triggering, both the opening segment, the main living victim’s testimony and the jury on the crime scene train was all a LOT

SVU fucking finally. Bring me my babies please!!

Therapy! Thank fucking god! I mean, she’d obvi have to be post shooting, but like, still. Thank fuck

Okay this amanda does seem like more early season amanda, like, the defensiveness, the closed off, please don’t be that closed off with your friends or carisi pls.

But also like, fuck. How hard it must be to deal with what happened when you’re at home with the girls when you can’t pick either of them up because there’s a hole in your stomach….

“we bring HOME” ???!!!! SO THEY LIVE TOGETHER NOW, RIGHT!?? UGH. THE CUTENESS. I ADORE PAPA CARISI

Okay I cant decide if amanda would be all over this case because of her obsession with social media/reality tv and the like, or if she would just roll her eyes at the way the girl was acting because she’s done that shit in the past like with… skye…I cant remember her real name but when the vics don’t see themselves as vics or want help amanda usually shoves them away

“she’s a millennial, they’re entitled” OUCH OLIVIA, OUCH.

YES!! MUNCY! YES!! I LOOVE when they bring in actors reality’s into their characters (and molly’s a huge sports fan)

Yeah right, “my daughter’s a huge fan” amanda?! Please. It’s you.

Girl…if you wanted to not be followed and not stand out why tf are you wearing a BRIGHT pink hoodie??

Liv looking *fire* thank god this season did her so much better

Ugh COUCH CUDDLES GOD LORD HEY ARE FEEDIN US WELL

Would have been made 10000 times better IF she was wearing the Fordham hoodie

Oh jesus fucking christ. I stand by what I said earlier; amanda could never have been coping through this without having someone else helping her with the kids cause she is not okay…

That ring is not gorgeous. It looks like a cheap ass plastic kids toy ring

This case is giving me major Spousal Privilege vibes.

Okay that *is* Tensley Addams mom…

HAAAAA!! I KNEW THE WARDROBE ADVICE WAS COMING lololol. Like, nick got told to shave INSTANTLY, this girls been walking around in jeans and baggy hoodies for way too long now.

Okay, I know this is “based” off the depp/heard case, and honestly, I’m (so far) super happy with the way they’ve done it. It could’ve been a LOT more obvious and this is like, the right way of taking “ripped from the headlines” and making it into a plot bunny for an actual episode.

Im sorry… THAT’S austin’s lawyer?!?! The so called “most expensive, best lawyer in the city?” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? No.. absolutely not. (and this isn’t even me being salty about rita not being around…this is just be thinking there’s no way she’s the best he could get…) (and no offence to her, it’s the costuming choice in her first scene…bruh…no..) (arraignment outfit much better)

YES!! YES!! THEY LIVE TOGETHER!!! (also there was so definitely more to that office scene and they cut it… FUCK)

Theres something going on with the red pants in the gallery, theres too many of them to it not be a thing…

Okay, I was right for the red pants

She can’t close the courtroom??? Seriously?? I thought that was a thing? And was honestly already wondering why the gallery wasn’t cleared.

Eeeeecckkk I know carisi is doing exactly what he needs to for court, but like…that argument would be something that would directly affect and hurt amanda, esp the state she’s in rn. Thankfully, I don’t see her in the courtroom so at least she wasn’t witness to that…

THAT ROLIVIA SCENE OH MY GOD PERFECTION

So…the girl asks for a back exit from the precinct cause she think papp’s followed her, but she walks out the front stairs of the courthouse post verdict???

How tall is this kid!?? Like he’s bigger than carisi?!

Okay, we were fed WELL tonight besties. I am so thankful to finally see amanda realizing what her issues are and dealing with them while having the full support of her (presumably) closest friend liv and her love, like, this is healing, this is growth and progress. Do I hate that she’s going to leave in a few eps? Absolutely. But this is so much better than the past.

This week had yet another great episode.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #rollisi #rolivia #olivia benson #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #svu

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myyoungroyalsblog · 3 years ago

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Alright gonna watch Skam s3 (Isak) for the first time ever and I'm gonna liveblog it ✌️

Okay so I think Isak is the guy that we can see in Ninas pfp? Right? And the guy he falls in love with(?) Is Evan? That's all I know lol

Episode 1

Fucking knew all that was for a class assignment lmao but such true words

Oh wait fuck hahahah I started watching s1 Eva agsidhdhdhsh

I've lost count how many blonds there are at the party lol

Isak is adorable omg

What is it with teens and drugs, really hope Isak isn't caught with them

Okay what? That comment made him an asshole

At least he apologized holy shit (that just really hot close to home cause everyone thought I was a boy when I had short hair and it made my mental health worse)

Love the name Emma, and she's also really pretty

Fucked up but a smooth move lmao

Playing fuck the police when the police arrive is Iconic™

He yeeted out of the lmao (Panda another awasome song)

I'm guessing Sondag is Sunday? Really cool how they put the day and time

Now I'm thinking if Evan and Isak have met or know each other

Who are these two? Siblings? Friends?

Oh okay but how old are they if they are paying rent??

Ohhh wait is that Evan?

Why did Isaks phone change colour from silver to gold in a day lmao

Ohh message from dad sounds.... Like they aren't really in ouch or the relationship is strained

Lmao asking for money haha

That dude did NOT just say that.... Wtf

Second years? In high school? So 17?

Wtf stop staring Isak jc

I don't know who she is but I love her

Sana okay yes she's a badass

Evan (is that even Evan? Idk lol) looks like a nice dude

Emma's adorable

Feeling like Vilde is gonna get on my nerves lmao

Forgot it was theatre lol that's interesting!!

Pairs huh? No way Isak and Evan are gonna coincidentally be put together......

Okay I felt those nerves from here sorry Vilde

He yeeted again lmao

Really like how he wears the cap I think it's cute

Oop are they gonna meet/talk???

OMFG agsisgdjshshsj what the hell he took all the tishues

So is Evan a but of a douchebag too?

My god the sexual tension jfc

Oh fucking hell Emma sweetie they better not do u dirty

Ohhhhh Even okay lol (sorry for spelling it wrong lol)

Emma can u read the room? Or the bench in this case lol

Oh god is this gonna be a slow burn????

Liked it so far so I'm gonna continue watching it (not sure about the liveblogging), period cramps are making me literally unmovable so I'm gonna take advantage of that lol

#skam #skam s3 #not yr #mine

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izusun · 4 years ago

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head empty no thoughts just bakudeku journalist/yakuza au where izuku is a rookie journalist who decides to (try to) go undercover to get a story on the yakuza and gets the shock of his life when he runs into his childhood friend katsuki (who he hasnt seen since grade school). But katsuki is actually a double agent ALSO working undercover for the special victims unit in the police force (its still fuck twelve tho) to find several missing girls in a sex trafficking ring (they chose katsuki cus if his ties to the yakuza through his maternal grandfather) and basically both of them lying to each other about everything except their feelings, maybe throw some angst in there with a shootout scene where one takes a bullet for another (its katsuki taking the bullet lbr), then at the end they both find out the truth about each other and turn into that spiderman pointing meme. Anyway this is all just one massive excuse to imagine bakugou with a yakuza tattoo sleeve and on his back.

I HAVE A BACK TATTOO EDIT!!! IT’S NOT BKG BUT IMAHINE IT’S JUST HIM

wowie, isnt it? (i did this out of simping. toji’s just a fine fine man)

izuku’s a freelance journalist. while some of his works are already published, they were published under his pen name deku. no one truly knows who deku is, thus infiltrating a yakuza under the pretence of being a low ranking gang member who was desperate enough to sell their… themselves to the yakuza was easy for one akatani izuku.

he used a fake last name, forged papers acquired with the help of his best friends ochako and mei. the fake last name was the easiest way for izuku to protect inko and his step-father toshinori (who he doesn’t know is the chief of the police department).

izuku’s background was also changed. instead of being the loving son of yagi-midoriya inko and yagi-midoriya toshinori, graduating as the top of the class of both his high school and university, and earning his master’s earlier than the rest of his peers, he became the orphaned son of one akatani mikumo.

akatani izuku did not finish university and worked at the local library and at the restaurant to save enough money to pay for his student loans. this is what the yakuza saw when he was steadily climbing up the ranks.

he started as a member of the street gangs, then increased his depth of importance that the yakuza was able to recognize his worth and accepted him in the family.

the moment his position is secured, izuku gradually and steadily stops the production of his intel, and began recording and collecting evidences about the yakuza.

he was able to establish good rapport between him and the yakuza and so they began pulling him within the inner most circle of the yakuza. izuku doesn’t let the chance slip and pretends to work with them with more vigour.

that’s when he meets katsuki.

katsuki who happens to be the yakuza’s leader’s heir’s bodyguard. (jfc thats too much ‘s)

izuku sees katsuki who looks well off (playing the part of being a well paid member) and izuku feels like hiding away because he’s dressed in a ratty sweatshirt and faded black jeans (again, playing the part of underpaid college drop out who’s desperate enough to join an actual crime organization.)

izuku was scared that katsuki would call him out on his front, but katsuki was just shocked that this was what izuku ended up being. he doesn’t know that izuku’s faking everything and thought that izuku went off the grid only to pop up as a member of the yakuza.

katsuki feels torn because fuck, how can i bust this shitty yakuza when it might catch deku in the crossfire?

so katsuki tries to distance himself. at least maybe then he wouldn’t feel guilty of throwing deku to the police or he wouldn’t need to have endless one-sided debates about what to do.

then the fallout happens.

someone other than katsuki was undercover, but their cover was blown and they were killed. katsuki’s position was almost jeopardized, but he was able to slither his way and smooth out the accusations.

it was izuku’s cover, however, that did not leave unscathed. someone was able to dig up izuku’s real life and that’s when the warehouse that they were in exploded in series of gun fight. izuku and katsuki were running away, shooting anyone on sight. katsuki called backup but they were arriving too late.

from behind, katsuki sees some henchman (who’s been shot and ready to pass out, but still so so loyal to the family) fire his gun. katsuki jumps and covers izuku, intercepting the bullet with his body.

the police arrive at that time, thankfully, and was able to apprehend the main members who were in the warehouse. in different locations, other undercover agents began worming their way in the family and effectively taking it down.

katsuki’s rushed to the hospital and izuku’s taken in custody for series of questioning. his many evidences in regards to the family and their ties (within the government, the banking systems, the police) was able to prove that he is innocent, and was rewarded for his work.

once he’s let go, he visits katsuki’s hospital room and sits by katsuki’s bed, waiting for him to wake up. they have a lot to catch up on.

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courtney-deserved-better · 4 years ago

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my opinion on td finalists

spoiler alert, im not a fan of most

TDI: Owen & Gwen

uh I personally don’t like either of these guys for finalists. gwen did do a lot but there were so many times where she just acted so apathetic I was like why?? are you still here?? and as for owen... I didnt like him as a character for a Long Time and he's growing on me but he just doesnt seem like finale material

I think a duncan versus leshawna finale would've been super fun to watch. especially if they teamed up to take down heather in the semifinal. those two had such a fun dynamic, especially in the triathlon episode, that I think taking it to the finale would've been fantastic. also leshawna deserved to win that season and you cannot change my mind

TDA: Duncan & Beth

duncan, while not my first choice, I can see making it through to the finale this season. but beth?? no. im sorry but shes just too much of a side character and is canonically fake nice and annoys everyone else so it doesn’t really make sense

an interesting finale would’ve been duncan versus courtney considering how volatile their relationship was this season. however, bc courtney was kinda awful to duncan, I dont think she deserves to win this season. it would be cool if there was one ending where their votes tied and they made up and decided to split the money but that just feels too tame, both for a finale and for their dynamic

harold versus duncan could be interesting, but because duncan tends to bully harold, I dont think his win would be fair in this situation. I think lindsay versus harold would be the best, as this season is about lindsay learning to take charge and come up with strategies, and while he can be off-putting and occasionally condescending, I think harold has a lot of useful skills that could really flourish in the finale

TDWT: Heather & Alejandro

while I dont ship them at all, I truly dont think there could've been a more satisfying final two. we’ve had their rivalry build up from day one, they have a ton of good songs together, it really completes heather’s arc of antagonist to antihero to protagonist. heather winning is the best ending in my mind, but I like alejandro winning too. the only problem I have with his ending is that it only happened because heather threw in the wrong dummy-- I think it would’ve been more clever for him to have switched them or something like that

ive been thinking about some other final twos that I think would be interesting, though unable to top the canon one imo. gwen versus courtney would be really cool because of the friends turned enemies thing-- I think it would be interesting for courtney to be put in danger and gwen has a choice of saving her or going for the money and she save courtney before apologizing again (maybe dumping duncan) and the two make up and split the money.

though I don’t really enjoy either as characters mostly due to their writing, cody and sierra would be an interesting final two. maybe cody finally stands up to sierra, or sierra struggles with wanting to be the winner of total drama or helping the boy she likes win. it definitely wouldn't be as good as the canon two but there would be a lot of clashing dynamics at play that'd be fun to explore

TDROTI: Lightning & Cameron

admittedly, I don’t remember too much from this season, but it really felt like these two kind of coasted by. I never found lightning to be a particularly compelling character and thought it weird how he suddenly went from dumb jock to evil jock in the last episode or two. cameron really felt like he was just carried through the season, similarly to beth, though I dont have as much as an issue with him winning. I dont think it was a bad finale, per se, I just think if those were the final two they should've been written better from the start

seeing as how jo really played the game and went all in, I think she would’ve been a great finalist. it would’ve been interesting to see her versus (commando?) zoey though im not the biggest zoey fan. I think a jo versus lightning finale could actually work (or brick) though if there was a jo versus cameron finale, I couldn't see him logically winning bc jo would just destroy him

TDAS: Mike & Zoey

*BIG FUCKING INHALE* no. just no. im probably not gonna say anything that’s not already been said so ill keep it short. bland, mal writing bad, have someone who's been in the game for 3 previous seasons instead of 1 make it to the ALL STARS FINALE. jfc.

you know what would’ve been an interesting finale? gwen versus courtney. they both said they wanted to reach the final two with the other one, so maybe they do! maybe they start to struggle with their friendship because of courtney’s competitive streak! maybe one of their helpers is duncan and that causes strife between them! maybe they become enemies again and don’t make up until the finale! maybe they decide to split the money! idk! it would've had a hell of a lot more flavor than what we got

TDPI: Shawn & Sky

I don’t really have an issue with either of these characters making it to the finale. they’re compelling, worked hard, and have distinct goals. I would’ve liked to see jasmine in the finale but I'd be cool replacing either one with her: jasmine and shawn having to compete against one another would be an interesting relationship hurdle and sky versus jasmine would've been cool because they’re both very athletic and it would’ve been the first f vs f total drama finale (we've had m vs f and m vs m but no all-girl finales...)

TDRR: Surfer Dudes & Police Cadets

Again, I don’t really have an issue with this finale. I really like how Sanders and MacArthur both work hard in their own ways and have to learn how to work together (MacArthur breaking Sanders’ arm and realizing that she can negatively affect her partner and also that Sanders is super tough was a GREAT arc). I know there’s been some contention about the Surfer Dudes being eliminated and then coming back so late in the game, but it made sense to me. They chose to lose because they felt that they owed it to Devin and Carrie, and that choice paid off when Devin and Carrie called in a replacement team. I doubt the surfers expected that to happen, they were just trying to be fair, but that kindness was rewarded in a big way which I think was sweet, especially considering how much of a hot mess this show can be.

I gotta say, this does kinda remind me of the TDI finale, with the villain (heather/ice dancers) getting eliminated third, and their rival (gwen/police cadets) making it to the finale with the fun guy (owen/surfer dudes). The reason I like the Surfer Dudes as finalists more than Owen is that I felt they put in more effort during challenges and had more of an arc (with Josee’s mind games ending up bonding them as a team after strife, choosing to be eliminated for the sake of fairness, etc).

Speaking of Owen, it’s kind of ironic that if I had to replace a team in the finale, I would replace the surfer dudes with the reality tv pros. they’re my favorite team and I think it wouldve been great for them to really live up to their name. I think it also would've been funny for the ice dancers to be so focused on their rivalry with the cadets that the pros just completely go under their radar until its the final three and the ice dancers are like “oh crap they’re PROS why haven't we been trying to destroy them??”

I also wouldn't mind replacing the surfer dudes with the sisters. I know emma gets a lot of hate (mostly because of nemma which I only like platonically) but I actually like her as a character (when she wasn’t being obsessive) and I think she and kitty were a great team that had a good arc of learning to work together. I also think it would be really interesting because for the final three they would all have rivalries with one another: the police cadets and the ice dancers (obvious) the ice dancers and the sisters (josee messed with them in at least 2 challenges) and the sister and the police cadets (kitty and macarthur’s game/road rage was hilarious)

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