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steddie | rating: t | wc: 5,2k | cw: none | tags: steve pov, scary movies, accidental hand holding, turned into non-accidental hand holding, soft boys, getting together, fruity four friendship

for week four of @softsteddieseptember using the prompt “protection”

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Steve never liked horror movies.

He didn’t like them before the Upside Down and he definitely doesn’t like them now when he spends most of his time worrying and waiting for the next supernatural shoe to drop. There’s no reason why he would want to spend two hours peeking through his fingers at a screen and anticipating the next jumpscare on top of that.

Occasionally, he will let Robin or one of the kids— or lately, Eddie too— convince him to watch one. They might have gone through the same horrors as Steve, but somehow they’re not bothered by these movies at all. At least when Robin is around she’ll let Steve hold her hand, which has gotten him through worse things than movies about aliens or monsters or psychopathic killers.

That is the only reason Steve agreed to go to the movies tonight.

“Who are you kidding, dingus?” Robin snorts when Steve tells her as much. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of the Beemer as Steve drives them both to The Hawk to meet Eddie and Nancy. “You agreed to come because you can’t say no to Eddie and his big Bambi eyes!”

Steve sputters indignantly. “What? Yes, I can!”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Steve, I told you I wanted to watch this movie weeks ago and you kept brushing me off. You only said yes when Eddie pouted and complained that no one wanted to watch it with him!”

Steve waves her off. “I would’ve said yes to you eventually.”

“But you didn’t,” Robin says, poking Steve’s side and making him yelp. “You said yes to your boy—”

“He’s not my boy,” Steve huffs, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck at the words.

Robin ignores him and keeps teasing him. “You said yes to him because you love him—” she says, dragging the word love and making obnoxious kissing noises.

“Christ, what are you? Five?” Steve protests, pinching the bridge of his nose while he waits for the red light to turn green. Robin keeps making those kissing noises, making Steve groan. “Ugh, shut up. Or I’ll shove you out of the car and you’ll have to walk the rest of the way.”

Robin huffs. “If you do that you’ll have to explain to Nancy that you abandoned me in the middle of nowhere,” she says, sticking her tongue out at him. If she keeps up acting like a child they’re not going to let her in to see this movie.

“We’re like, four blocks away,” Steve says, pointing ahead where the sign for The Hawk comes into view. “That’s hardly the middle of nowhere.”

But they both know he won’t do it anyway— not even a horror movie sounds scarier than having to tell Nancy he left Robin to walk the streets of Hawkins alone at night.

So he finds them a parking spot instead, a few blocks away from The Hawk so by the time they walk up to the entrance it’s exactly 7 pm. They agreed to meet up at that time, meaning Nancy is already there—and probably has been for a while—and Eddie is nowhere to be seen.

As soon as she sees Nancy, Robin leaves Steve’s side and runs up to her, wrapping her arms around Nancy’s shoulders to hug her. Nancy stumbles back a few steps, taken by surprise but then she smiles and wraps her arms around Robin’s waist, returning the hug.

As Steve approaches, he hears Robin rambling with her arms still around her. “Hey, Nancy! I hope you haven’t been waiting for long, I told Steve we were gonna be late but he still took forever to fix his hair. And I was like ‘dingus we’re going to be in a dark room for the better part of two hours, no need to fuss about it so much!’ but you know Steve. Duh, you dated him, of course you do. I think he just wanted to look good for—” she pauses, pulling back to look around them and make sure they’re alone, “—for Eddie, which is silly, y’know? Have you seen Eddie’s hair? He does not care about hair care routines and stuff!”

“I should’ve made you walk,” Steve mutters, feeling his blush tinting his cheeks pink again. Nancy stifles a chuckle behind her hand and Steve waves at her. “Hey, Nance.”

“Hi, Steve. Your hair looks good,” she says with a tiny smirk that makes Robin cackle loudly and makes Steve roll his eyes. She turns back to Robin, “And I haven’t been waiting long, I just got here.”

Robin throws some finger guns at her. “Cool,” she says, “Should we get the tickets?”

“We still have to wait for Eddie,” Steve interjects, looking around for any sign of Eddie’s van or Eddie himself.

“You can wait for your boy,” Robin says with a smirk, “and Nance and I will get the tickets!”

Steve lets out a long-suffering groan. “For the last time, Robin, he’s not my boy.”

Once again, she ignores him and holds her palm up at him. “Money, please.”

Steve sighs, pulling his wallet from his jeans and handing her a few bills, enough for four tickets.

“Thanks!” She says, whirling around and hooking her arm with Nancy’s, dragging her towards the ticket booth and leaving Steve to wait for Eddie alone.

He entertains himself by kicking a plastic bottle back and forth. He keeps his eyes on the ground as he does so he doesn’t notice Eddie approaching— not until he jumps on Steve’s back, wrapping an arm around his neck in a chokehold.

“Got ya, Harrington!” Eddie yells in Steve’s ear as Steve stumbles with the added weight but manages to find his balance before they both end up on the ground.

“Christ,” Steve mutters, trying to wiggle out of Eddie’s hold while he laughs like a maniac. “Eddie, get off, man!”

“As His Majesty commands,” Eddie giggles, jumping off Steve’s back and sweeping down in a dramatic bow when Steve turns around to face him.

Steve’s hands land on his hips. “You couldn’t just say hello like a normal person?”

“That, my dear Stevie, would require that I was normal, and as the Hawkins population so graciously accused me of, I am—” he pauses for dramatic effect, “—a freak.”

Steve lets out a snort. “You’re late, that’s what you are,” he says and Eddie gives a dismissive wave. “The girls went inside to get the tickets.”

Eddie gasps, his eyes sparkling under the streetlights. “And you waited for me, sweetheart?” He asks, placing both of his hands over his heart. Steve’s cheeks pink up at the pet name. “You shouldn’t have!”

“Noted,” Steve smirks. He bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s, jerking his head towards the entrance. “C’mon, they’re waiting.”

Eddie falls into step beside Steve as he starts walking to where Robin and Nancy are whispering and giggling about something.

Robin notices them first. “Eddie!”

“Lady Buckley,” Eddie greets her with a little royal twist of the hand, then repeats the motion in Nancy’s direction. “Lady Wheeler.”

“Hey, Eddie,” Nancy says, playing along with a curt nod. “Glad you could make it.”

“Late as usual,” Robin says, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

“Time is nothing but a social construct, Birdie.”

“Tell that to the movie starting in fifteen minutes,” Steve says, checking his watch. “We should head in. C’mon, Eds, I’ll buy you popcorn.”

Eddie gives him a lopsided grin. “You sure know your way into a man’s heart, Harrington.”

“Do I get popcorn too?” Robin asks with a knowing smile.

Steve flicks her on the forehead. “Dude, I already paid for your ticket.”

“You also paid for Eddie’s!” She argues, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly. “Why does he get popcorn and I don’t?”

Steve glances at Eddie and finds him staring back at him with wide eyes, a strand of hair tugged in front of his face. Steve doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say— other than tell Robin to shut up.

But before he can, Nancy, bless her soul, jumps in. “Hey, Robin,” she says, putting her hands on Robin’s shoulders so she can steer her away. “I’ll get you popcorn, okay?”

Robin lets Nancy guide her away, narrowing her eyes at Steve over her shoulder one last time.

Steve lets out a puff of air.

He feels Eddie bump his shoulder. “Hey, I- I can get my popcorn, man. And I can pay for my ticket too,” he says a little awkwardly. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble with Buckley.”

“No way, Eds,” Steve is quick to say, bumping his shoulder right back. “It’s on me.”

Eddie offers him a shy little smile. “Well, I’ll get the next one then.”

Steve nods, stomach fluttering at the thought of doing this again with Eddie— maybe just the two of them next time. “Sure, as long as you don’t drag me here for another crappy horror movie.”

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “This isn’t a crappy horror movie! It’s supposed to be the best one of the year, I guarantee you’ll be scared.”

Yeah, that’s precisely what Steve is worried about. He tries not to grimace at that.

As long as you sit next to Robin, you’ll be fine, he thinks to himself.

To Eddie, he says, “Whatever you say, Eds.”

They join the girls at the concession stand where Steve and Nancy get large popcorn bowls to share with Eddie and Robin, sodas for each of them, and Steve also asks for some gummy worms because he knows Eddie will put too much butter on their popcorn, get sick of it halfway through and will want to eat something sweet.

As soon as the kid slides the bag of gummy worms over the counter, Steve puts it in his pocket. He doesn’t want Robin to see them and call him out on that too.

He hands the popcorn to Eddie who, as expected, soaks it with butter, earning horrified looks from everyone around them, including Steve. Though Steve’s expression might also be overly affectionate.

“Hey, don’t forget the napkins for your gross buttery fingers,” Steve tells him when Eddie deems their popcorn soggy enough and waits for him to grab a handful of napkins before they follow Nancy and Robin.

“Why do you care if I have buttery fingers, hm?” Eddie asks, getting all up in Steve’s space. A few popcorn kernels fall on the carpet from Eddie moving so much. “Planning to hold my hand in there or something?”

And Steve isn’t— he’s planning to hold Robin’s, but the thought of holding Eddie’s hand instead makes his heart stutter in his chest, pink tinting his cheeks.

“You wish, Munson,” he says, picking up the pace to catch up with the girls and walk into the dark movie theater, hoping it will help hide his blush from Eddie.

“Oh, but I do, Stevie, every night,” Eddie says, following him with a shit-eating grin.

It’s relatively empty inside and the four of them head straight to the back rows where Steve ends up sitting between Eddie and Robin, with Nancy on her other side.

While they wait for the movie to start, Eddie leans over to whisper in Steve’s ear what critics are saying about the movie, what he’s most excited to see, what the scariest parts are supposed to be. Someone else might find it annoying— to have Eddie loudly chewing popcorn right next to their ear and talking about the movie they’re about to see— but Steve loves hearing Eddie talk, and maybe knowing what’s going to happen in the movie will help ease his nerves a bit.

Eddie doesn’t stop talking until the opening credits start to appear, settling back on his seat with a happy little squeal.

Cute, Steve thinks as an idea occurs to him. Maybe if he focuses on Eddie instead of the screen it won’t be so bad.

And so for the first thirty minutes of the movie, Steve keeps his attention on Eddie with the occasional glance at the screen to not be too obvious— even if Eddie is unlikely to notice since his eyes won’t leave the screen, barely blinking as he shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. Halfway through, just like Steve predicted, Eddie shoves the popcorn towards him, buttery lips scrunched up. He downs his soda as he tries to wash away the taste of salt and butter before using the napkins to wipe his fingers.

He glances away from the screen for the first time since the movie started when Steve nudges him with his elbow and holds out the gummy worms.

Eddie’s eyes widen and then he gives Steve a slightly awed look. “Thanks, Stevie,” he whispers, grabbing the bag.

Steve just winks at him, and when Eddie faces forward again, Steve thinks he can see a pink flush high on his cheeks thanks to the glow coming from the screen.

Pleased, Steve finishes the popcorn and his soda, setting everything on the floor to pick up later and sitting back to stare at Eddie a bit more, paying little to no attention to the screen.

That’s when bad things start to happen in the movie.

Shoulders tense and heart hammering in his chest, Steve does his best to not glance at the screen but even then there’s no way to block out the screams or the other disturbing noises. When he looks at Eddie, he actually seems excited about the horrific, gruesome scenes taking place. On Steve’s other side, Robin and Nancy seem mostly unbothered, though Robin’s nose keeps scrunching up at times. They’re all handling it better than Steve is— fingers digging into his legs, eyes screwed shut, breathing in and out as he tries to calm down.

Steve makes the mistake of opening his eyes and accidentally glancing at the screen just as some awful monster jumps at them, almost giving Steve a heart attack. His hand leaves his lap to grab Robin’s hand, needing physical comfort.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that, while the hand he just wrapped his fingers around is thin and bony like Robin’s, it’s also bigger and uncharacteristically cold. Steve glances down at it with a frown and realizes that the reason why it’s so cold is the multiple rings adorning the fingers— fingers that don’t belong to Robin.

Because Steve reached out with the wrong hand and grabbed Eddie’s instead.

Fuck.

He glances away from their hands and finds Eddie already looking at him. Steve knows he must look like a startled deer, but instead of the teasing expression he expects to see on Eddie’s face, his eyebrows are knitted in concern.

“You okay, Steve?” Eddie asks softly, leaning into Steve’s space even though the noises coming from the speakers are enough to drown out their voices.

“Not really, but um, I didn’t mean to do that, sorry, I thought I reached for Robin,” Steve nervously stammers out. He manages to get his scrambled brain cells working and lets go of Eddie’s fingers— but before Steve can fully retrieve his hand, Eddie flips his hand over, trapping Steve’s there.

Steve blinks at him.

“Does it help? Holding someone’s hand?” Eddie asks and Steve nods dumbly. “Okay, then.”

And so Eddie slides his fingers through the spaces between Steve’s fingers, intertwining their hands.

Steve looks down at them, blinking repeatedly, expecting them to disappear. “Eds, you don’t have to—”

“Shhh, I’m happy to,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. Steve’s breath catching in his throat. “Don’t you worry, big boy. I’ll protect you,” he adds with a wink.

Steve knows Eddie is trying to lighten up the mood but he doesn’t laugh it off because the truth is that he does feel safer like this, more relaxed. He gives Eddie a small smile. “Okay.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you made me grab those napkins, huh?” Eddie says, and this time, Steve does laugh, though he muffles it behind his other hand so hopefully the girls can’t hear it. He doesn’t need them glancing over and noticing their hands— Steve is already blushing enough as it is.

After that, Eddie turns his attention back to the screen but Steve keeps his eyes on their hands for a while, taking advantage of the glow coming from the screen to study each of Eddie’s rings, his chipped nail polish, the tattoo on the side of his wrist, the scar from a demobat bite in the back of his hand.

When he glances back at the screen, the worst of the movie seems to be over and he’s able to push through the remaining and significantly less scary scenes by squeezing Eddie’s hand and feeling Eddie squeeze right back.

At one point, Robin glances at him, probably to check on him and her eyes end up on their held hands, a loud gasp slipping past her lips.

Steve whips his head at her and meets her bulging eyes. She mouths her words at him— “Oh my God!”

“I know!” Steve mouths right back.

Because this might’ve started with Eddie being a good friend and comforting Steve, but as the movie droned on, it started to feel less like that— it started to feel like more. The way Eddie started rubbing his thumb over Steve’s hand, the way he blushed when Steve started to play with one of his rings, the way they both kept glancing at the other and smiling almost shyly. Steve’s heart hasn’t stopped jackhammering against his ribcage at the thought of all of this meaning something.

But they can’t address any of that right now and Robin seems to realize that, so after giving Steve a dorky thumbs up, she turns her attention back to the movie.

Steve does the same. On the screen, those who survived are being rescued and Steve can breathe a little easier. Before he knows it, the end credits start rolling up and Steve finally fully relaxes.

He expects Eddie to let go of his hand right away but to Steve’s surprise, he doesn’t. Without letting go, Eddie leans over Steve to ask the girls what they thought about the movie.

“I probably could’ve lived without seeing that many guts,” Robin says, her nose scrunching up.

At the same time as Nancy says, “Oh, it was good!”

Steve stares at her, dumbfounded, but Nancy has always been the bravest out of all of them.

“Hell yeah, Wheeler!” Eddie whoops, reaching over with the hand not currently holding Steve’s to give her a high five.

Nancy returns it with an amused chuckle. If she notices Eddie’s other hand intertwined with Steve’s, she doesn’t show it. “What about you, Steve? What did you think?”

“I think I’m never letting the kids rent this fucking movie,” he says with a scoff.

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh, loud and full-bellied. It’s a good thing that the movie is over because the sound reverberates around the rapidly emptying room.

Next to Steve, Robin snorts. “You know Dustin is just gonna convince Eddie to rent it for him, right?”

“Lies and slander!” Eddie protests. “I would never corrupt the youth like that!” He says, pulling his hand and Steve’s towards his chest, clutching it as he plays the to offended part. Well, if Nancy didn’t notice they were holding hands before she sure did now.

“You would,” Robin says with a shake of her head, “You have.”

“I resent that, Buckley.”

“She’s right, Eds. Max told me you let her try beer last week,” Steve says, voice shaking slightly from Eddie keeping their hands on his chest, letting Steve feel his heartbeat.

It stutters at Steve’s words and his eyes go wide. “That little snitch! Okay, it was one sip and she was blackmailing me!”

Nancy raises her eyebrow. “With what?”

Eddie’s cheeks go pink and he averts his gaze, his eyes darting to Steve for a second before focusing on the rips in his jeans, tugging at them. “Um, nothing. All I’m saying is those little shits are menaces. They’ll find a way to watch the movie, y’know?”

“Well, god-fucking-speed to them,” Steve grumbles, “I’m never watching that shit again.”

Eddie leans close. “Not even if I agree to hold your hand, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice low and accompanied by a squeeze of his hand.

Steve flushes— from Eddie’s voice in his ear, his hand still on his, the thought of holding it like this again. He opens his mouth and closes it, he wants to say no but he’s afraid the word will come out will be an embarrassingly eager yes.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to say anything because Nancy speaks up. “You guys ready to go?”

They all nod and set about picking up their trash, which means Eddie finally has to let go of Steve’s hand. He tries not to look too disappointed by that but probably fails. As they start making their way out of the room, Eddie and Nancy fall into step together, engaging in conversation about their opinions on the movie, which in Eddie’s case includes a dramatic reenactment of his favorite parts.

Steve and Robin are a few steps behind and Steve watches Eddie as he gestures wildly and makes weird noises and even falls to the ground at one point, pretending to die like one of the characters in the movie. Nancy laughs and helps him up and Steve feels a wave of affection for Eddie so strong he nearly doubles over with it.

“Ugh,” Robin groans next to him. “Tone down the heart-eyes, dingus, it’s gross and I literally just saw someone’s insides explode.”

“Fuck off, Robs,” Steve says, shoving her lightly, his cheeks dusted pink. She stumbles before crowding against Steve again, a bounce in her step.

“Nope, you still have to tell me how you two ended up holding hands.”

Steve hangs a hand from his neck, wishing he could say he pulled it off by being smooth or something. God, he used to have game. “Uh, the movie was a lot and I accidentally reached for his hand instead of yours.”

Robin throws her head back with a loud cackle. “Oh Steve,” she says, holding onto Steve’s shoulder as she laughs. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“Hey!”

At Steve’s protest, Robin shrugs. “What? I called you pretty!”

Eddie comes bouncing over. “Ohhh, are we calling Steve pretty? Can I join?” He asks, throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulders. Robin meets Steve’s eyes and waggles her eyebrows. If Steve wasn’t trapped against Eddie’s side he would pinch her arm.

“No, she’s just being annoying,” Steve says and Robin sticks her tongue out at him.

“Doesn’t mean she isn’t right, pretty boy,” Eddie says, dropping his head to Steve’s shoulder and looking up at him, eyelashes fluttering. Steve goes warm all over. He ducks his head, unable to keep a dopey smile from stretching over his lips.

Robin clears her throat— she and Nancy are trying not to smirk as they look between the two of them.

Steve squirms. “Um, you ready to go, Robs?”

“Actually,” Robin says, exchanging a look with Nancy. “Nance is giving me a ride home.”

Steve’s eyebrows knit together. “What? Why?” He asks. “Is it because I threatened to push you out of the car and make you walk?” Next to him, Eddie lets out an amused snort.

Robin waves him off. “No, it’s because um- she left a book! At my house last week! And she needs it back tonight, right Nance?”

Nancy’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. “Oh, yes, it’s a very important book.”

Steve narrows their eyes at them. He’s not buying any of it. “Right.”

“Yeah! So I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” she tells Steve then to Eddie she says, “And I’ll see you, well, probably tomorrow at work too when you inevitably show up to annoy me and Steve.”

Eddie grins, wiping a fake tear. “Oh Buckley, you know me so well.”

“Yeah, yeah, sometimes I wish I knew you less,” she says but the corners of her mouth are turned upwards.

Eddie lets go of Steve so he can give Robin a quick hug. Then she throws her arms around Steve’s shoulders. “Call me when you get home and tell me everything,” she whispers in his ear and Steve frowns.

He already told her about the hand holding and that’s pretty much it. He doesn’t know what she thinks will happen between Eddie and him when they say goodbye right here in the middle of the street, but he nods anyway.

They each get a hug from Nancy too and then she leads Robin away towards her car. “Bye, boys! Miss you already!” Robin says, waving enthusiastically at them.

Steve wiggles his fingers at her and Eddie gives her a two-fingered salute, both of them chuckling in amusement.

“Um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Steve says when it’s just the two of them and a few other moviegoers trickling out of the cinema. He can see Eddie’s van parked just across the street while his own car is a few blocks away.

“Nope, Stevie, I’m walking you to your car,” Eddie says with a wink. “For protection, of course.”

“You know I keep a nailbat in my trunk, right?” Steve asks with a raised eyebrow. He’s over the movie by now, not worried about some creature jumping him on his way to his car— not more than usual at least.

Eddie shrugs. “My protection then.”

“If you insist,” Steve says with a chuckle.

They start walking towards Steve’s car, the street getting darker and quieter the further away they get from The Hawk. Their shoulders keep bumping together, the back of their fingers brushing with how close they’re walking. Every time it happens, Steve wants to grab Eddie’s hand and hold it again.

“Hey, um, sorry I dragged you to this movie,” Eddie says after a short silence.

Steve glances at him and finds Eddie looking at him shyly. “You didn’t drag me,” he says, nudging Eddie with his elbow. “I said yes.”

“But why? If you hate horror movies so much.”

“I like hanging out with you,” he says and Eddie’s eyes widen almost imperceptively. “And I had fun just— not during the movie. Though holding your hand wasn’t so bad.”

Eddie chuckles, ducking his head. “Mediocre hand holding is what I’m best at,” he jokes. “And I’m glad you said yes, you know I love my Stevie time, but maybe next time you can pick the movie.”

“You mean next time we come here with Robin and Nancy?”

Eddie bites his lip, side-eyeing Steve. “Sure, yeah, or y’know just the two of us, if that’s a thing you’d want to do.”

His voice is small and he’s anxiously playing with his fingers and with a start, Steve realizes that Eddie is nervous. Cute, Steve thinks.

He tilts his head. “Like a date?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath and then Eddie is grabbing some hair and tugging it in front of his face, but Steve still sees the way his cheeks turn red. He mumbles, “Um, yeah?”

Butterflies explode in Steve’s stomach then and he feels a dopey smile stretching over his lips. Eddie’s eyes go wide, looking hopeful at Steve’s expression. He spits the hair from his mouth, revealing a small smile tugging at his lips. “How about next Friday?” Steve asks.

A disbelieving laugh tumbles from Eddie’s lips. “Really?” When Steve nods, Eddie lets out a cute little yelp at the confirmation. “Friday it is,” he says. His eyes get a little twinkle in them. “Do I need to pretend to be scared so you’ll hold my hand?”

“Nope,” he says, and after looking around and making sure they’re alone in the street, Steve finally reaches over and grabs Eddie’s hand, intertwining their fingers like Eddie did in the movies.

Eddie’s mouth makes a little “o” shape as he blinks down at them, color rising in his cheeks.

Steve tugs on his hand to get him walking again, pressed together to hide their hands between them even if it’s dark and there’s no one around.

Sooner than either of them would’ve liked, they reach the Beemer. “Here we are,” Steve says, leaning back against the car, their hands dangling in the space between them. “And we didn’t even need my nailbat.”

“You know that’s not the only reason why I walked you to your car, right?”

Steve’s eyebrows go up as he feigns shock. “You mean you didn’t actually expect us to get attacked by slimy monsters with razor-like teeth?”

“Nope,” Eddie says, stepping closer until he’s pressed against Steve’s body, pushing him against the car. “Not that I’d be surprised in this fucked up town but no, um, I was also hoping I’d get to do this.”

Steve opens his mouth to ask what he means by this but Eddie shuts him up by hesitantly grabbing Steve’s neck and leaning in, softly pressing his lips to Steve’s mouth, who gasps in surprise before the sound melts into a happy sigh. He lets go of Eddie’s hand so he can wrap his arms around Eddie, bringing him closer, tilting his head for a better angle so their lips move together more easily and he can taste butter and salt and the slightest hint of sugar. They keep the kiss short, knowing that despite the lack of street lights around them and the late hour, they’re still in public.

When Eddie pulls back, his cheeks are bright pink and his eyes are sparkling, his smile giddy and so beautiful. Steve already wants to kiss him again.

“Jesus Christ, Steve, don’t look at me like that,” Eddie groans, and Steve’s eyes snap up from Eddie’s lips, where they darted to without Steve realizing it.

He blinks. “Like what?”

“Like you want to—” His hand slides through the air as he gestures aggressively, “—eat me or something. I’m trying to be a gentleman here and not drag you into the backseat of your car.”

Steve smirks. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Steeeeeve,” Eddie whines.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, holding his hands up with a laugh. He doesn’t trust himself not to jump Eddie right now if he stays here any longer anyway. “Goodnight, Eds.”

Eddie’s face softens. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

When neither of them move— Steve to get in the car and Eddie to go back to his van— Steve shoves him and sends Eddie’s clumsy ass stumbling back. “Go! Before monsters actually jump from the shadows and murder us.”

“You’d protect me though, wouldn’t you, Stevie?” Eddie teases, batting his eyelashes at him.

“Always,” Steve says, then makes shooing motions at him. “Now go.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I’m going,” Eddie says as he starts walking— backwards so he can look at Steve some more.

Steve blows a kiss at him, making Eddie trip over nothing and stumble, but he catches himself and he catches Steve’s kiss in his hand— and then makes out with his hand, making Steve scrunch up his nose and chuckle fondly at the same time.

He waits until Eddie turns around to get in his car, catching sight of his dopey smile on the rearview mirror as he adjusts it. But he can’t help it— he held hands with Eddie, he’s going on a date with him, he kissed him.

Turns out Steve does have a reason to call Robin when he gets home after all.

#steddie #steddie fic #soft steddie september #stranger things #stranger things fic #i thought i would post this one on time. clearly i was wrong whoops #steve harrington #eddie munson #monse writes

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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Just Friends: Isn't It Fun?

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

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Summary: You make a new friend.

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As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hum as you come up the walk of your building. It isn’t in the best location. In the dark, it’s scarier as a shadow overhangs the door beneath the awning. You reach into your knapsack, hanging from one shoulder, as you eke out the tune to Easy Street offkey.

As your keys jingle, a shape pops out of the bushes and you scream, throwing the keyring as you turn to sprint back down the pavement. You’re caught from behind as a familiar chuckle rolls up into the moonlit sky. You grunt and elbow Bucky as you realise the trick he’s pulled.

“Ah, why would you do that?” You wriggle until he lets you go.

You face him and try to snarl but you’re so relieved it’s just him, you can’t help but smile.

“Just having some fun. At your expense,” he chuckles and bends to pick up the keys. “Can I give you some advice, dreamy?” He raises your keys and holds them so one points between his fingers. “Keep your keys out, hold em like this and if some creep jumps out of the bushes, stab em good.”

“Stab-- Buck,” you shake your head. “I can’t do that.”

“You can if it’s life or death,” he swings the keys around to hang from his thick fingers, “here.”

“What-- what are you even doing here?”

“Huh. You didn’t let me ask my question first,” he huffs as he stands back and waves you past. “Why didn’t you tell me you were working late?”

“Well, firstly, you got lots going on,” you say. “And I didn’t think of it. I’m fine.”

“Fine, I could be a real bad guy waiting for you out here in the dark,” he taunts.

“But you’re not. So now my turn, why are you here?”

“Well, I was wandering by on my way to see a Buster Keaton marathon and thought maybe you’d be up for it...”

“Tonight? Right now?”

“I see,” he grabs the door as you opens it and holds it, “you’re too busy. Or maybe you’re too good for me.”

You enter and he follows. It’s that familiarity that you just sort of fell into with him. He’s like a wise big brother, even if he really is older than your grandpa. It’s the most unexpected bonds that are the strongest.

“No, not at all, Mr. Hero,” you climb the stairs as he stays a step behind, his hand on the railing right by yours.

“Ugh, why doesn’t this place have an elevator?” He whines.

“I thought the serum would give you extra strong legs,” you toss over your shoulder.

“Whatever.” He clucks, “so how about it? You wanna fall asleep in the theatre with me, dreamy?”

“Dream-- why do you call me that?” You head down towards your door.

“You got your head in the clouds. Also, when you watch movies, you get this look in your eyes, like you’re living on screen. Dreamy. See.” He explains.

“Mm,” you grumble.

“You don’t like it? I put up with Buckaroo.”

“That was once and it was a slip-up,” you unlock your door. “Fine, I’ll go with you since you don’t have any other friends.”

“I have friends.”

“Sure you do,” you snort and turn to give him a playful wink. You put your keys and bag down on the tall table. “You and Cap, the superfriends. Heroes and buddies til the end—whoa!”

You hit the shoe rack and stumble, landing on your ass. Bucky is quick enough to save you but he doesn’t. He watches smugly and cackles as your cheeks burn up.

“Not funny,” you pout.

“Oh, it is very funny,” he approaches and offers his hand. “How’s that humble pie taste?”

“Fine. I was being a meanie. I admit it but you got my adrenaline up. I can’t help it.”

“Ha, yeah, that was good. You shoulda seen the look on your face. And that noise you made.” He hauls you up as his vibranium thumb rubs between your knuckles. “Ayeeeee!”

“I don’t sound like that.”

“You do.” He grins. You scowl and he laughs again. “You know I love that face. The day you actually get mad at me, I’ll be down on my knees, dreamy.”

“Ugh, you are such a...” you let the sentence trail off and the dimple stays in in his cheek as he crosses his arms.

“I’m a what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, say it,” he goads.

“No.”

“Come on, I can handle it. You know, I got hit by a truck the other day, I think I can take a few words.”

“Hit by a truck? Bucky?” You squeal. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, look at me. I’m fine. Not a scratch. That you can see,” he shrugs. “So what am I? Tell me.”

“No,” you turn your nose up.

“Say it. You’ll feel better.”

“It’s... not nice.”

“Come on,” he unfolds his arms and flutters his fingers at you, “I am trained in torture.”

“No,” you grab his hands, his skin rough, “no tickles.”

“So, tell me.”

“Not fair,” you struggle to keep his hands away from your sides.

“Almost...” he wiggles his fingertips a half-inch from your middle.

“Brat! You’re a brat!” You step back, out of his reach. “Okay, and if you keep being one, you can go to the movies alone.”

He laughs and grips his hips in victory, “wow, you know, I’ve actually never got that one. Creative.”

“Right, well, I can’t sit in the theatre in this get-up,” you look down at your frilly plaid overall dress and white blouse.

“I didn’t get to mention that yet. It’s a choice, as the young ones say.”

You cringe, “it’s my work uniform.”

“Uniform?” He squints.

“Don’t, okay? I get enough guff from the customers.”

“Guff? Oh, that’s language I understand.”

“Ergh,” you stomp your foot. “You are so... so... old.”

You turn and march away. He laughs and you turn into your bedroom. He just loves to tease you and despite your efforts, he always gets to you. At least he’ll have to be quiet during the movie.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #just friends #drabble #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #captain america #avengers

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natsaffection · 4 months ago

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Hi hi I know this is a random request but I just watched smile and I was terrified so I was wondering if you could do like a wandanat x reader where the reader watches a scary movie on their own coz they was bored and wandanat were working and reader gets super scared and runs to them and they just laugh at her because she is so scared but explain it’s just a movie then they watch the movie with her instead and it leads to ya know lol

Sorry if this is a weird request ignore it if it is sorry :)

Comfort. | WandaNat

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Threesome, fingering, slight begging

Word Count: 1,1k

A/N: Again something Cuteeee. When I wrote it, my Tv suddenly turned off and it scared the shit out of me (it was midnight when I wrote it) That’s a sign..

The rain pattered gently against the windows of the cozy apartment, a soothing backdrop to the evening’s activities. Natasha and Wanda were both deeply engrossed in their work, papers and laptops spread across the dining table. Their focus was intense, each woman lost in the tasks at hand.

In the living room, you curled up on the couch with a blanket, deciding to pass the time with a horror movie. The movie was one you had seen recommended, but the eerie soundtrack and sudden jump scares quickly proved to be more unsettling than you had anticipated. With each creak and shadow on the screen, your anxiety grew, until a particularly terrifying scene caused you to yelp and scramble off the couch.

Heart pounding, you bolted from the living room, seeking the comfort of your partners. Natasha and Wanda looked up in surprise as you burst into the room, your wide eyes and trembling hands betraying your fear.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, her voice laced with concern. You hesitated, feeling a bit silly for your reaction. “I..was watching a horror movie, and it just…it really scared me. I wanted to see you both.“

Natasha and Wanda exchanged amused glances. Wanda couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, you got scared by a movie?”

You nodded, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Yeah… I know it’s just a movie, but..” Natasha chuckled, standing up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s take a break, shall we?”

Together, they guided you back to the living room. Natasha grabbed the remote and paused the movie, examining the screen with a raised eyebrow. “This is the culprit, huh?”

You nodded again, feeling more embarrassed by the second. “Yeah.” Wanda sat down on the couch, patting the space beside her. “Come here. We’ll watch it together.”

Natasha settled on your other side, sandwiching you between them. With a teasing grin, Natasha pressed play. The movie resumed, and Natasha and Wanda’s amused expressions helped to ease your nerves.

As the movie played on, Natasha made playful comments about the unrealistic plot points, exaggerating her reactions to the scares. “Really? Who runs into the basement?” she quipped, making you giggle.

Wanda, meanwhile, conjured a small red glow in her hand, creating comforting patterns in the air to distract you from the scarier scenes. “Remember, it’s all just special effects,” she said, smiling.

Your fear gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of security and warmth. Natasha’s arm around you and Wanda’s playful magic made it easier to endure the scary scenes.

When the movie reached a particularly steamy scene, you felt yourself blush deeply. You glanced at Natasha and Wanda, expecting them to fast-forward, but Natasha simply raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, this movie just got interesting.” Natasha murmured, her voice low and teasing.

Wanda giggled, her fingers tracing light patterns on your arm. “Looks like we chose quite the film, didn’t we?” You felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement, your heart racing for a different reason now. Natasha’s hand began to move slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against your thigh, while Wanda leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “Feeling better now?” Wanda whispered, her voice sultry. You nodded, your breath hitching. “Y-yes, much better..”

Natasha’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned in to kiss you softly, her touch both tender and possessive. Wanda’s hand joined in, caressing your other thigh, their combined warmth making you feel cherished and desired.

As the movie continued in the background, forgotten for the moment, Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with affection and a hint of mischief. Natasha’s hand slid up your thigh, her touch light and teasing. “You know,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear, “we could make this evening even more interesting.”

Wanda’s hand mirrored Natasha’s movements, her fingers trailing up your other thigh. “I think that’s a wonderful idea..“ she murmured, her voice low and inviting.

Your breath quickened, your body responding to the gentle, teasing touches. “What do you have in mind..?” you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Natasha’s smile widened as she leaned in to kiss you deeply, her hand sliding under the hem of your shirt. “Just relax and let us take care of you. Let you forget the creepy scenes.” she whispered against your lips.

Wanda’s lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, her kisses soft and tantalizing. “We want to make you feel good.” she breathed, her hands roaming over your body.

Natasha’s hands moved with expert precision, peeling away your clothes with a mix of tenderness and urgency. Wanda’s touch was equally skilled, her fingers dancing across your skin, igniting a trail of warmth and desire.

As Natasha’s lips traveled down your body, her kisses growing more intense, Wanda’s hands continued their exploration, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through you. Natasha’s tongue flicked out to taste your skin, her movements deliberate and sensual.

Wanda’s fingers found their way between your thighs, her touch light and teasing. “You’re so beautiful..” she whispered, her voice filled with admiration and desire. Your breath hitched, your body arching towards Wanda’s touch. “Please..” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Natasha’s eyes met Wanda’s, a silent exchange of affection and understanding passing between them. With a nod, Wanda’s fingers moved with more purpose, finding your most sensitive spot. Natasha’s lips and tongue followed suit, their combined efforts sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.

The intensity of their touch increased, each caress, kiss, and stroke designed to bring you closer to the edge. Natasha’s mouth worked in perfect harmony with Wanda’s fingers, their movements synchronized and relentless.

Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensations. “I’m so c-close..” you gasped, your fingers gripping the couch cushions.

Natasha’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she increased the pressure of her tongue, while Wanda’s fingers moved faster, their rhythm perfect. “Let go,” Natasha urged, her voice husky and commanding. “Let us take you there.”

With a final, shuddering breath, your body tensed, and you cried out in ecstasy. The climax washed over you in powerful waves, leaving you breathless and spent. Natasha and Wanda held you tightly, their touches gentle and reassuring as they guided you through the aftermath of your release.

As your breathing steadied, Natasha pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did so well, Detka..” she murmured, her voice filled with love and pride.

Wanda smiled, her eyes glowing with affection. “We love you so much.” You nestled between them, feeling more loved and cherished than ever before. “I love you both..” you whispered, your heart full.

The three of you stayed intertwined, the movie long forgotten, the rain outside continuing to fall softly against the windows.

#natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #wandanat #wandanat smut #wanda smut #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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supernotnatural2005 · 15 days ago

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The Haunted House (Drabble)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Haunted houses are more scarier than you thought. Including the fake kind.

Warnings: None

AN: Happy Halloween guys!!! 👻 just a short light hearted, fun drabble for you all, before my halloween dean x reader one shot later today 🫢 enjoy and let me know what you think 💕

My Masterlist

“Why are we doing this again?” Sam asked as the three of you stood in line for the haunted house attraction.

“It’s halloween man.” Dean muffled around another piece of candy from the bag of treats you’d bought from a confection stand.

“Yeah Sammy. Where’s your holiday spirit?” You snickered and gave him a little nudge with your elbow as you moved up in the line.

He gave you a deadpanned look. “Everyday is halloween for us. I don’t really see the appeal in experiencing it on our day off.” He complained and Dean rolled his eyes, childishly mimicking him with his hand behind his back.

You covered your mouth to stop your giggle and Sam snapped his head back to Dean, who quickly stopped what he was doing, looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You’re both actual children, d’you know that?” Sam sassed as you all moved up again, coming to the front of the barrier for your turn next.

“And you wouldn’t have us any other way.” You cooed and hugged his arm. It got a resistant smile out of him.

After the worker, who was dressed like a poor version of Frankenstein, gave you a brief rundown on the rules once inside - his tone bored and monotonous, he finally lifted the caution tape-barrier for you.

You jumped up and down in giddy excitement, which amused the two brothers as they followed you in.

As you entered, you had to squint at the near pitch blackness. Your path only guided by an ominous green light in what looked like a long corridor. The floor was covered in fog, making what you could see even harder and so you shuffled along, keeping close to Dean.

You felt his hand grasp yours tightly as you rounded a corner, an evil cackle sounding somewhere above you, making you jump. As you crept along, paranoid at every nook and cranny you passed, you came to a door. It had ‘Enter if you dare’ written on it, in what you assumed was supposed to be blood, but was most likely red paint.

“Dean you go first.” You whispered and pushed him forward.

“What? Why have i got to go first?” He whispered back, manoeuvring so he was standing behind you instead.

“Because you’re my strong, protective boyfriend.” You teasingly argued and tried pulling him ahead of you again.

“And you wanted to go to this stupid thing.” Dean argued back, slapping your hands away. Sam heard your offended gasp and rolled his eyes, knowing they’d never get through this thing if he didn’t just open it himself.

“I’ll do it. You big babies.” He mumbled the last part and swung open the door. The three of you made your way in, you and Dean much more cautiously, scanning every corner of the room.

It was laid out almost like a Tim Burton movie. The flooring as black and white checkered squares and the walls painted in such a way it gave the illusion it was twisting. It wasn’t until you got toward the middle of the room did you hear the door slam closed behind you.

You screamed out in fear and grabbed onto Dean’s arm, making him jump in turn.

“Jesus, Y/N.” Dean huffed and shook his head.

“Sorry.” You muffled into his arm.

The three of you turned to see the door was in fact closed, but what freaked you out the most was the shadow in the dark corner beside it.

“What the fuck is that?” You whispered harshly and moved to hide behind Dean.

“What’s what!?” He demanded, his voice panicked as he frantically looked to where you were pointing. It was then he caught sight of the dark figure beside the door and his heart rate spiked.

Suddenly, a loud blood curdling scream came from the figure and a woman with long black hair and a bloody gown came jumping out of the shadows, a chain around her neck keeping her tied to the wall as she reached her long fingernails out to you.

You’re not sure who the scream came from, but bolted it to the door on the other end of the room, Dean hot on your tail. Sam however, shook his head in amusement as he watched you both run out of the room, not really fazed by the actor who was still making monstrous noises behind him.

As the three of you exited the house, you and Dean were visibly shaken up, voices raw from all the shouting and screaming that continued throughout.

“Where’s your holiday spirit guys?” Sam mocked teasingly from behind you and both you and Dean gave him a look, making him burst out in more laughter. “Man. You should have seen your faces.”

AN: And there it is! Only a short one, but a fun one to get us in the holiday spirit 👻😂

#supernatural #spnfamily #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn imagine #jensen ackles #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn fanfic #jensen ackles characters #halloween #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural drabble

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mayasaurusss · 1 month ago

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Day thirteen: "Well...you grabbed my hand first". Longlegs masterlist A/N: given how the pool I made yersterday went, I thought this was the perfect prompt to write my first Lee Harker fic! To eveyone who comes on my page for the fist time, I want to say that given that english is not my first language, my grammar may seem a bit 'choppy'. I hope you will enjoy this!

A loud screaming sound erupts from the tv, resonating in the room. You are sitting on Lee's couch, watching as yet another victim falls at the entity's hands.

Next to you, Lee seems almost unmoved, not showing one bit of emotion as the girl gets dragged inside the darkness.

You look over at her, how her hair are undone and let you see her under a new light. You don't know what you and Harker are. You have worked for one year as her boss's secretary and have interacted with her many times. "Where's agent Carter?" and "Agent Carter needs this " and "When will agent Carter come back?" where things she asked you on a daily basis. At one point, you grew sick of it and just told her, God knows what possessed you, "Agent Lee Harker, if you need an excuse to see me just tell me so". It had been a mistake, because for a while she stopped coming to you entirely. Had you been unprofessional? Where you going to be fired over this? One day she came back to you. It was eight pm and the street lights outside were casting a bright glow in your office. You packed your things and were about to go out, when you saw Lee standing at your door. "A-Agent Harker!" you gasped, bringing a hand to your heart, "Y-you could have warned me!". She just stood there, unmoving and silent. You almost wondered if she was going to be a threat to you in any way, before you saw the faint blush coloring her cheeks. "...Lee?" when you spoke her name, it almost seemed like she was brought back from somewhere very far from here. Her eyes shot up and she started to shift weight from one leg to the other. "Would you... would you like to come to my house one day?".

You were amazed by how nice Lee's house looked. She welcomed you and made you tea. You had lost track of time and when you looked outside the window, the sky was already dark. "I- I should go". Lee's voice sounded almost sad when she asked you "Would you like to stay?". That's where you are now, sitting on the couch of a coworker you barely knew and for whom you might have a small crush. It was Lee's idea to watch a movie, and she was even kind enough to let you pick which one from her tapes. You chose a horror movie, one of those you thought was just the umpteenth poor budget slasher. But your judgment was wrong, and you chose something that ended up far scarier than you thought.

You shriek when a monstrous shadow stands behind the protagonist, reaching for their shoulders... "We can change the movie if you want" Lee is about to stand up, the blanket covering her shifting, before you stop her by taking her hand. "N-no... I want to keep watching" the waver in your voice betrays your words. "Are you sure?" there is a slight tinge of worry in her eyes, those deep brown eyes of hers... "Yes! Just please-" she sits back down and you don't fail to notice how she has sat closer to you now. As the movie goes on and on, both of you find yourselves leaning close to one another, little by little, until you are both pressing against each other. You hear her let out a long sigh and look up at her. Her cheeks are rosy, lips tightly sealed and eyebrows twitching. She turns to look at you, eyes half lidded and lips parted: she looks so...

"L-Lee, I-" a scream bursts from the tv in the living room, making you jump and scream and making Lee jolt and grip at the couch's seat with force. The scene changes, but you are still clinging to Lee's hand while she has her arm tightly wrapped around your body. "God-!" you collapse on her, feeling goosebumps travel along your body and your heart beating fast. "This movie is- scary!" Lee doesn't reply, all too focused on how close you are to her. You notice the position you're in: Lee leaning back on the couch, her right arm gripping tightly at your body; you, small in her arms and clinging to her left hand.

Her touch feels hot, so hot you are willing to pull away, but instead you stroke over her skin with your thumb, dangerously close to the border between work and flirting. "W-was the movie so scary you needed to grab onto me?" you say, cocky, wanting to tease her in one way or the other. Her blush deepens more, somehow; she looks at your joined hands. "Well...you grabbed my hand first".

#lee harker x reader #lee harker x you #autumn writing prompts #halloween writing prompts #fluff fic #fictober #longlegs 2024

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mrs-stans · 2 months ago

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Sebastian Stan Talks Career Interests And His ‘A Different Man’ Film

By Jeff Conway

Sure, you likely know him for his many Marvel film appearances as Bucky Barnes, but actor Sebastian Stan has often taken “the road less traveled” when it comes to his career, having built quite the unique repertoire of memorable performances in far less conventional films.

That observation has arguably never been more visible than with his involvement in the new A24 film, A Different Man. Written & directed by Aaron Schimberg and co-starring Adam Pearson and Renate Reinsve, it tells the story of Edward (Stan), an aspiring actor who undergoes a breakthrough medical procedure to transform his facial appearance, but soon regrets his decision when he becomes obsessed with reclaiming what he has lost.

I sat down with Stan, Pearson and Schimberg to uncover the origin and the creative thought process that went into this new project, which is now playing in select theaters in New York and Los Angeles - nationwide come October 4. For filmmaker Schimberg, this purposefully uncomfortable narrative and the overall project hits rather close to home.

Schimberg said, “I mean, for me, it’s sort of a personal story. I have cleft palate and it’s just sort of me thinking about how it’s affected me in my life and others’ perception of me and my perception about myself. My previous film [Chained for Life] also dealt with the subject in some ways, so that’s sort of what I am always thinking about when I am starting to write a film. I was also thinking about Adam because I had worked with him previously and he played a shy character in Chained for Life, my last film, and he’s not shy at all - and yet, people I think sort of thought that he was playing himself in my movie because they sort of assumed that he must be shy. So, I was inspired to write something that was closer to who he is - taken to a comical extreme, maybe, and I wanted him to show off his range, but I also just wanted to work with him again, so these were some of the starting points.”

Pearson, a British actor with neurofibromatosis, which is a rare genetic disorder that typically causes benign tumors of the nerves and growths in other parts of the body, went on to share what it was about A Different Man and his Oswald character that most intrigued him to want to make this his next film.

“Well, I enjoyed working with Aaron the first time, so when he said, ‘Would you consider working with me again?’ Straight away, I was like, Ding Ding! Round two - let’s rock and roll. Then the script - all the words have weight. There’s very little wasted motion in the script. The end result of the film is quite challenging and holds up a mirror to an audience. I’ve never been a fan of hand-holding or sugar-coating. I think audiences can be a lot smarter than we often give them credit for. A good film will change what you think for a couple of days, but a great film will change how you think for the rest of your life. We’re certainly trying, at least, to be in the great film business.”

With Stan not only acting in A Different Man but also an executive producer, I wondered how he has perhaps noticed his interests and priorities towards the stories that matter most to him as a professional and human being evolving as time goes on.

Stan said, “Well, you get a little older and the questions get a little scarier. A few years ago, I just decided to kind of just be a little bit more aggressive about finding specific work that was interesting and different and kind of challenging for me than what I was getting to do. Eventually, you find yourself in conversations that are in the development of certain things and that might lead to a producing kind of aspect. I think in this [A Different Man] situation, I was involved before A24 came on, which never really happens for me. Not only because of obviously how I felt about the story and so on, I felt really brought in by Aaron and [producer] Vanessa [McDonnell] into their journey with this film and like what they were wanting to do. So, I felt a much bigger attachment than I usually do as an actor in a way.”

When it came time to film A Different Man, Stan recalls the production not having much time, which he actually found to be helpful within his producer role “because when you’re involved in some capacity beyond acting, sometimes you can kind of go, Hey, let’s continue shooting or something. You can help add more to the making of it in some capacity and that was big for us, given our time - that we didn’t have a lot of time.”

In fact, during one particular scene in the film, Stan remembers while everybody else was wrapping up the production trucks for the night, he decided to head out on the streets of New York City with his A Different Man director of photography Wyatt Garfield and Schimberg to grab additional footage. “I just kind of took one of his other little cameras and then we started going up and down Columbus Avenue. It was Friday night and we just got all these shots. Maybe you don’t always get to do that, so that was helpful.”

As I began to conclude my conversation with these three gentlemen, I wondered what Pearson and Stan would say to their A Different Man characters, Oswald and Edward, after seeing their stories play out on-screen and understanding their wants out of life.

Pearson said, “I’d be like to Oswald, Maybe turn it down a little bit. Be nicer to [Stan’s character Edward] because he might not say it, but he loves you and he needs you right now.”

As for the message Stan would tell Edward, he said, “Listen to me! I’m here - I’m telling you. I don’t know how I feel about this. Just hear me out.”

He then added: “It’s very interesting because we all have these moments in life, big or small, where you make a decision or you even say something because you’re with other people or you’re supposed to say something the right way, but you know your reaction in the moment or the decision you’re making is not what your gut is like really telling you. Then, you feel kind of like you’ve abandoned yourself, but then you just quickly deny that - that can kind of like spiral down. We’ve all kind of not owned certain things in the moment and that’s sort of what happens. He kind of drowns out that voice.”

#Sebastian Stan #Adam Pearson #Aaron Schimberg #A Different Man #A24 #Jeff Conway #Interview #mrs-stans

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years ago

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HIiii

So I just watched a few horror movies and that inspired meee

Could you make one where roomate! geto comforts yn after she watches a horror movie

Thankuuuuu💓💓💓

Dorm mate Geto: horror movie nights

A/N: call me an attention whore but I’d pretend to be scared just so Geto could hold me in those beefy arms 🫡

Movie nights with the dorm mate trio is a must. But this week, Geto decided on a horror movie, and neither you or Gojo backed out.

“I’ll do it if you do it!” You remember Gojo promising you, both of you too whipped to bail out on Geto. But as Sunday evening arrived, Gojo was nowhere to be seen.

You watch Geto’s hair gracefully sprawl out of his hair tie as he sets the blanket for you both. “Oh didn’t Gojo tell you? He got a last minute mission so he can’t make it” Geto tells you, and you subtly huff. That liar, you knew damn well he’s just too scared of horror movies, but so were you.

So you both huddled together on the sofa, sharing a blanket between you. You tried to focus on the start of the movie, rather than how Geto’s thick thighs looked against the blanket rested on his lap.

But, Geto’s brown eyes catches your stare, he always does. So as you quickly turn your focus back to the TV, he moves closer to you, until you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear

“What’s up doll? Do you want more of the blanket?” He asks so sweetly in the dark room.

“No it’s okay” you whisper back. But Geto simply lets out an unconvinced hum before draping the blanket over you, his fingers brush over your legs for a second, but he quickly moves it away.

And as you continue to watch the movie, the dreaded bits come quickly. The TV screen shows the victims blurry sight until she turned around and then BOOM-

“ARRHGGHHH” you shriek as you jump in your seat, but Geto simply laughs at the screen. What a psycho.

The movie also gets scarier from that point, you’re terrified, holding the blanket up to your face as if it’s a way to shield you.

Geto glances at you briefly, noticing the way you kept squeezing your eyes shut, he smiles, you’re adorable in his eyes. He finally turns towards you and he uses one finger to pull the blanket slightly down, enough for him to see your face.

“You look terrified hun, want me to stop the movie?” He says with a small smile, showing that he’s not mad.

But you shake your head, “nu uh im fine” you mumble, but Geto doesn’t seem convinced, his intense gaze on you making you flustered, thank god the room is dark.

“Y-you’re missing the movie Geto, just turn around” you say, weakly nudging the raven haired man’s chest, but he doesn’t move,

“tell me what you want y/n”

“I wanna watch-!” You say annoyed, but as you’re about to lecture him, another jumpscare appears, making you yelp before bumping into Geto’s broad chest.

He does his signature dry laugh, making you feel even more embarrassed, but as you try to pull away from his chest, his large hand on your head keeps you in place, with his beefy arms wrapping around you.

“Aww you can stay right there doll, you know you’re safe in my arms don’t you?” He coos at you in his deep voice, you know it’s his way of teasing you because he likes embarrassing you, but you find comfort in his words.

“Yeah” you say but your ill timed voice crack only made him laugh more, pulling you impossibly closer to his embrace, his black hair tickling your cheeks.

Nevertheless your cuteness easily convinced him to resume the movie. Holding you close so you felt safe, and as Geto was used to horror movies, he smartly covered your eyes before the jump scares.

“Ahh Geto you don’t need to cover my eyes” you laugh, hopelessly trying to pry his large hands off your eyes but he’s too strong.

But the smile is wiped off your face when you couldn’t see but you can feel his breath drawing closer to your lips. “But isn’t it so much more fun like this?” He joked.

“How can you find this fun?” You ask,

“because horror movies are more fun when there’s a cute girl clinging to me”

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ghostytoad · 1 year ago

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🎃 ROTTMNT Halloween Headcanons 🎃

Haunted House (X Reader) Edition

Summary: Date night at a scare attraction with Reader!

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, Mikey, April, Cassandra, & Casey Jr

CW: Fluff, romance ig?, can be read as platonic, gn! reader

Halloween Headcanons - Haunted House Edition Pt. 1

Raph:

isn't too thrilled about the idea, would rather stay home with y/n and watch scary movies

but how can he say no to those cute lil' eyes?

has to hype himself up while waiting in line to be brave for y/n

"you can do this, raph. you're big. you're strong. you're definitely not afraid of a dumb ol' haunted house."

he will cling onto them the entire time and hide his face in their back

his arms will not leave their waist; it's his only lifeline rn

is v careful not to squeeze too hard tho

makes it farther than he usually does with his bros

does it all for y/n; he's gotta be there to protect them after all

has never made it all the way to the end tho

it usually ends with him running out of the house screaming like a little schoolgirl

carries y/n bridal style while he's running

refuses to stop until they've made it all the way back to the lair

promises to make it up to them every time tho

Donnie:

honestly? why even bother?

he can show you scarier things out on the streets of new york than you'd ever see at a cliche scare attraction

begrudingly goes anyways; pretends its against his will but any time spent with y/n makes him v happy

not that he'd ever admit it

spends most of the time pointing out where and when most scares will occur

it really ruins the surprise for y/n but he genuinely doesn't notice he does it

"cue yet another garish hockey slasher approaching from the left corridor in 3... 2... 1...."

will occasionally tease y/n for getting scared but never pushes them past their limit

if y/n decides to tap out early, he'll understand

doesn't stop him from reaching the end tho

decides to video chat with y/n the entire time tho to show them "what they're missing out on /s"

adds a few unenthusiastic aaaah's while he's still inside to cheer y/n up for tapping out early

Leo:

oho he is going to milk this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor

cocky and smug the entire time

promises y/n that they have nothing to fear as long as lightning leon is around!

will absolutely melt if y/n clings onto him

might even carry them koala bear style if they're too scared to move

"no te asustes, mi amor! let these big, strong arms protect you from the scary monsters!"

will probably jump out to scare y/n a few times

knows when to stop tho; he's not heartless!

finds it cute how scared they get and will let them know again and again how adorable they are

if y/n decides to tap out early, he does get a bit pouty but will leave with them

makes up for all his teasing with a big share of his candy haul

Mikey:

won't say no to a date night with y/n!!

he'd jump into an active volcano if it meant getting to spend time with them!!

he doesn't mind if it's a bit scary for him.....

does his best to reassure y/n that they shouldn't be too scared! mikey's got their back!

is incredibly good at putting a brave face on the entire time

will cling to y/n as much as he can

might get a bit spooked every now and then, but as long as y/n's with him, he can power through anything

checks in often to make sure y/n is okay

"a-are you good to keep going? n-not that i'm scared, i just want you to feel safe!"

will immediately tap out if y/n starts getting overwhelmed or uncomfortable

if y/n makes it through to the end, he will absolutely brag to everyone about how brave and cool they are

April:

she knows all the best spots and is psyched to take y/n to all of them!

will make a whole date week of it

v encouraging and supportive of y/n the whole time if they show any fear

"as long as we stick together, we've got this thing in the bag! we're the power couple to end all power couples!"

doesn't mind y/n clinging onto her and uses her hoodie as a face cover if they get a bit too scared

if she does get scared (rare), she will instictively reach out for y/n's hand

would never tease y/n for getting scared, but will giggle at how undeniably cute their screams are

lots of "scared face" selfies!!

tries to encourage y/n to keep going if they start slowing down but will not hesitate to tap out if needed

takes y/n to meet all the scare actors after closing to help them get over their fears a bit

likes to end the night with a horror movie marathon and a sweets binge

Cass:

doesn't understand it.... but if it makes y/n happy then she must oblige

might need to be talked through the concept a few times while waiting in line

is a bit surprised and caught off guard if y/n decides to cling onto her

she won't reject it, she's just unsure how to reciprocate

she's definitely beat up a few scare actors that've gotten a little too close to y/n for comfort

"the masked one dares to threaten my y/n?! you will suffer unending retribution for your insolence!!"

will get incredibly angry if someone scares y/n too badly and demand an apology (and all of their candy)

keeps a close eye on y/n the entire time

if y/n decides to tap out early, she will swoop them up and carry them straight to the door

refuses to let them walk afterwards until they're absolutely 100% certain they're okay and not dying or anything

will consider it an incredible triumph if y/n makes it all the way to the end and will not let them forget just how amazing they are

Casey Jr:

he's a bit wary at first, but he'd do anything to make y/n happy

is nervous and a bit worried for y/n

what if y/n gets hurt? what if they end up getting traumatized from all the scares? would they make fun of him for being afraid? would they see him as weak?

stays on guard the whole time; firmly plants himself between y/n and anything that might scare them

will become a flustering mess if y/n decides to hold onto him for comfort tho

insanely protective and ready to defend; had broken a few props bc of this tho

checks in even more than mikey; is just incredibly worried for y/n

"are you alright, y/n? do we need to leave? just let me know when you need anything. i'm right here for you."

if y/n decides to tap out, casey won't hesitate to pick them up bridal style and rush through the nearest exit

growing up in the apocalypse, casey is v quick to make an escape so getting out won't be a problem for him

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animentality · 1 year ago

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I saw Elemental and while it was far better than it looked, I had some issues.

First off, fantasy racism is hard to do properly because most writers make the fatal error of making the oppressed people too powerful.

Like X men. Oh, it's a metaphor for racism against black people in America...except black people don't shoot fucking death killing laserbeams from their buttholes every time they take a fart.

Or say, Zootopia. A well meaning allegory, but it still implies people of color are actually a threat to the rest of the population???

Like I don't care if a "bunny can go savage."

You still present the oppressed race, of predators, as being scarier and bigger and more easily able to hurt others.

So Elemental had the same issues.

It basically said, well, the fire people are the last wave of immigrants. They are discriminated against the most because they are new. They speak another language and no one likes them because they burn things and they can hurt the rest of us, so we keep them in these segregated communities, that are more fire safe.

Now here's the issue with that, if you haven't already noticed...

Once again, we get a race of people who are a thinly veiled metaphor for immigrants...but the issue is...

The fire people ARE a legitimate threat to the earthy, leafy people. They can literally kill them. They literally burn off pieces of their bodies in the damn film.

Now technically the wind and water people are less in danger, but we literally see in the movie that the fire people are WAY more of a threat than any other people. The main character literally blows the fuck up.

She destroys several plot important things when she can't control her temper!!! She destroys her own father's shop. Several times.

It's implied that fire people can also EVAPORATE the water people too.

So therein lies the issue.

If we saw the water people being more destructive, I could forgive it! If we saw more equal distrust between all the people, then maybe I could buy it. There ARE hints that the wind people have an affinity for lightning, which you would think could be a destructive force too, just as much a threat to water! And water can douse fire, right? So that's also bad, and that at least has some basis in the film?

But the problem is that the larger society only sees fire as bad...and the metaphor doesn't come across, when you focus on just fire and show us the many, many bad things fire can and does do to the other elements.

Now here's the thing that really annoys me.

The racism/discrimination against immigrants metaphor was okay. It had some nuance, at least. I enjoyed some of the very thoughtful discussions of what it means to be a second generation immigrant and the stresses of trying to live up to your parents' expectations of you.

I actually enjoyed the romance too. They were oddly sweet, and the heroic sacrifice in the end was genuinely touching.

But the movie's racism metaphor was too strong, and it has bad implications, given how much of a threat all of the races are to each other, whether it's equally divided between them or not.

This is not at all applicable to real life. Our differences are not so fucking fundamental. They are cultural and only very, very slightly biological. Our DNA is not so fucking different that this metaphor works, at all.

These kind of movies make the unintentional point that races are cut and dry categories, and all we need to do is accept these alien creatures so different from us into our society.

This is not true.

Like what the fuck. This is so not true. Every single race on earth can and does reproduce with one another, plus we've all been intermixed since the beginning of fucking time.

So that metaphor just breaks itself, in my opinion.

Now here's my suggestion.

This movie should've been a metaphor for disability accomodations.

And hear me out, right?

The fire people CANNOT go to several places. Places entirely underwater, or partially submerged, places covered in foliage, where they might burn things. It is a central theme, that fire people are barred from certain places because they simply haven't bothered to make those places accessible to them.

See, that's a much more palatable and less problematic theme/metaphor to draw from!

The main character wants to see this plant that only grows underwater, but she's never gotten to see it because it's in this weird stadium that's underwater, and they simply haven't tried to make it accessible to fire people.

Plus, water people trains are constantly throwing water down on fire town, and water is a huge threat to fire people, and the whole city seems to run on water transport, and i think, but im not sure, it's stated that water people came first, and that's why elemental city is mostly catered to them?

But there's a great moral there!

There's no reason fire people can't be in certain public spaces! There should be laws forcing all earth spaces to have fire safe accommodations, like metal or clay flooring in all necessary areas!

That museum should've had some kind of tunnel for fire people to walk through!

It should be required for all public areas that there be metal or clay or glass crossing certain areas, so that fire people can still reasonably access everything that the other people can access!

Like ramps and elevator and railings, in real life!

And it's such a shame, because the protagonist has a talent for shaping glass. For making art.

It's implied she might end up working for her boyfriend's mom, who's an architect!!!

The protagonist should've been a fucking architect, who EXPLICITLY dedicates herself to making the rest of the city accessible to her own people!!! So they can get out of fire town and live amongst the rest of them!

At the end, it's implied more people are coming to fire town...but for no fucking reason. They just go there now.

But the protagonist, Ember, really needed to be a driving force.

She needed to be a metaphor for accessibility in public spaces, because that's a much better parallel than just racism itself.

If you toned down the "destructiveness" of fire and explained that fire people are unfairly excluded from public life simply because it's easier for the other people to ignore them and not care about their needs...then you have a far less problematic story, with a much more sensitive and interesting take on disability discrimination.

Ember needed to be an advocate, someone who tries to bring her people into the wider world, and not the wider people into her world.

There is NO reason fire people could not be allowed to participate in public life.

And there was no reason fire people had to be pitted so hard against every other race.

Elemental was a really fun movie, with beautiful animation and some very well thought out ideas for how the city worked.

But it failed as a racism/immigration allegory.

It could've been far more nuanced and complex, if it had bothered to talk more about how fire people need accomodations, rather than just, fire people hate everyone else, and everyone else hates fire people.

#elemental #disney #racism allegory #disability allegory #fantasy racism #writing #writers on tumblr

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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You know what? I'm really fucking tired.

I'm really fucking tired that, when it comes to producing medias, women are held at higher morality standards than men, and so are their female consumers.

I'm really fucking tired that we can't just enjoy shit without someone piping up with the MoRaL qUeStIoNs of what we're consuming and/or producing.

The Barbie movie comes out? It wasn't feminist nor intersectional enough. Its feminist message was 10 years out of date. Saying that Barbie is everything while Ken is just Ken mysandrist.

A dark romance book with a taboo couple is published? We didn't consider the implications of their relationship dynamic. We are supporting pedophilia/abuse/rape/whatever else.

Fanfiction as a whole? Supports bad morals. Moronic. Homophobic in its very nature, and mysandrist too because we have headcanons that emasculate men. Something to make fun of.

Why do men get to have their Walter White's, turn them into their personal superheroes and their "omg, he's just like me" but god forbid women say "What Amy Dunne did was wrong, but I get what brought her there"?

Why do men get to have their stupid, mindless fun, while we're here in the fucking trenches even for hobbies?

They get to have their Terrifier saga and their Barbarian* and their Mia Goth shooting a porn movie and then running from a serial killer without her top on**, but god forbid we don't overanalyze the structure and content of whatever dumb YA saga is currently trendy so that people know we enjoy it only ironically because we can't enjoy something dumb simply because it's dumb and entertaining.

Just let us enjoy our bullshit without constantly overpicking it. Not everything has to have morals, sometimes we can just enjoy stupid shit.

(This rant might've been inspired by a post I saw on Reddit of a girl who broke up with her boyfriend because she found out that he had a whole ass groupchat with his friends dedicated to sharing the link of her fanfics so they could make fun of her and would send her fucking hate comments too.)

*Barbarian was clearly inspired by the Josef Frizl case. You know, the one about the monster who trapped his own daughter in the basement and raped her for 27 years, forcing her to go through 7 births. In the movie, the result of these incestuous acts is a monster-like creature with superhuman strength and the brain of a peanut that has to be murdered so that the main character can go on with her life, because what's scarier than victims of rape?

**"Oh, but I enjoyed X!" Good, but that's not my point! I can assure you that, when the concept for the movie was pitched, in the section dedicated to "What audience does this product target?" the word "woman" was not mentioned once. It's a product made by men for men that women have taken a liking to.

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alleycatchitchat · 8 months ago

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Kung Fu Panda 4 Initial Reactions

Just got back from the theater! Here are my thoughts. I'll try to be vague about the plot, but be warned: spoilers below.

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So I went into the theater with rock-bottom spirits. I had seen the cringeworthy previews, read the disheartening reviews, connected the unsatisfactory dots and concluded that the movie I was about to see would be a nasty dumpster fire of a train wreck. And yet kfp played such a big role in my childhood that I couldn't just stay away. Filled with dread and morbid curiosity, I braced myself for the worst.

And it wasn't that bad.

Don't get me wrong; this movie made some decisions that I HUGELY disagree with. And compared to the other kfp movies, it's undeniably lousy. But it didn't ruin the franchise for me and I actually enjoyed myself in the theater.

Listing off my thoughts in no particular order:

Zhen. She is, to my surprise, a lot less irritating that I expected. The trailers don't do her justice and Awkwafina's voice was a whole lot less jarring than I expected. In terms of actual personality and even backstory, I liked her! However. Let's be honest, her design is shit. She looks like someone's Zootopia self-insert. She feels totally out of place in this movie -- particularly, during the end credits when she's side-by-side with the five (who all have the most beautiful stylized designs). Also, plotwise, WHAT is she doing in this film? Spoiler alert: she becomes the new dragon warrior. Spoiler alert again: yes, this is every bit as random and undeserved as you can imagine.

Furious Five: Were not in the movie. First of all, fuck you dreamworks, how dare you withold my children? My darlings? The loves of my life? Their absence is keenly felt and the plot is emptier without them, and I mean that with complete sincerity. I’m also going to point out the obvious; if there has to be a new Dragon Warrior, and I’m not saying that’s a good plot idea, but if there has to be, it should be Tigress. It makes the most sense thematically and the possibilities are just so good – developing her relationship with Po as he provides guidance, facing her feelings of inadequacy, exploring her connections with Shifu and the rest of the five — I could go on and on. The wasted potential is breathtaking. To be honest, it kinda feels like Zhen was written to replace her(using a hug to de-escalate a fight with Po, anyone?). Fanfic writers, I need a rewrite of this movie with Tigress, stat.

TAI LUNG! He was obviously played for nostalgia and there was no concrete point to his lines or presence. He was also written, if you ask me, pretty out of character. I’m still fuming over the fact that they brought him back and we don’t get to see Shifu’s reaction at all. Again, the wasted potential is breathtaking. When compared with Kai and Shen, who have NO speaking lines, it’s obvious that dreamworks just didn’t want to pay for extra actors. I thought that his acceptance of Po as the Dragon Warrior at the end was super cool, but there was NO lead up, NO meaningful character development to make this feel sincere, and again, it would have hit much harder if Tigress or Shifu were also there or if Po was NOT giving up the title. That being said, I never thought he would appear in a movie again, and I’m happy to have any crumbs I can get. They did a bad job, yes, but they BROUGHT HIM BACK.

Po’s dads! Their side story was goofy and unnecessary but fun, and I enjoyed it. Also maybe it’s just me but the romantic tension between them is AMPED UP – does Li, like, live at the restaurant now? And they spend the movie acting like the most married couple ever. And when Li bursts into the tavern to rescue Mr. Ping, who looks at him with those starstruck eyes – well. I’m just saying. I think there’s something going on there.

I liked the Chameleon! Yeah, her whole gimmick is a little bit ripped off from Kai, but she’s sinister and greedy and badass, so she’s the real deal. I actually thought she was scarier than previous villains – there was less comic relief, maybe? I can only think of one instance where she’s presented in a comedic light, and even then, the tension just picked right up from where it left off. Which is strange, because the rest of the movie is a lot more lighthearted than previous films.

The pacing was weird. Too fast.

Shifu was cute in this movie. More Shifu please!

The reaction to Tai Lung’s return was WEIRD. It’s obvious Dreamworks didn’t want to dedicate time or effort to what was, essentially, a red herring. But. Plot-wise, it’s SO WEIRD that Po would try to face him with no backup. And the fact that we didn’t get to see Shifu’s reaction AT ALL, ugh. Realistically speaking I think Shifu would try to go face Tai Lung, no matter how “inner peace”-y he is now. Like come on, Tai Lung was his son, for crying out loud!

The goats at the start? Also weird designs. Feel out of place.

Mantis got married! What the heck? (neutral about this, but it was definitely unexpected.)

In general, the plot was weird. It didn’t feel meaningful and it didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the kfp universe. Storytelling decisions were just plain bad. But as a standalone movie, it was not… terrible. Not irredeemable. I think, if Tigress had taken Zhen’s place, this could have actually worked. But she didn’t, and it didn’t.

So I’m going to headcanon it as fake and just stick to loving the first 3 movies. I don’t regret watching it, but there were huge problems that prevented me from enjoying it to its full potential.

#I am seriously considering rewriting this movie with Tigress as the new dragon warrior. my babygirl deserves justice.#kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #kfp #kfp 4 #kung fu panda spoilers #kung fu panda 4 spoilers #kfp 4 spoilers #kfp tai lung #kfp po #kfp zhen #kfp chameleon #the furious five

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cherrychilli · 2 years ago

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Secrets

Steve Harrington Smut, AFAB reader, friends to lovers

Summary: What could have been another ordinary night marathoning horror movies in your basement with your closest friend takes a turn when Steve discovers your little secret. Hella smut.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, Nipple play, Fingering, titty fucking, sliiiight Perv! Steve(just barely in my opinion),

A/N: This is my first fic so please go easy on me. Also, apologies for any inaccuracies about nipple piercings in the 80's

Wordcount: 4.4k

It didn’t take you all that long to regret insisting on a horror movie marathon for your sleepover with Steve.

You’re far from the type to watch those kinds of movies through parted fingers or while cowered behind a comfortable cushion, but even you weren’t immune to a well-crafted jump scare.

The timing of it all was really unfortunate. You had reached for the glass of cold water set on the table in front of you, about to take a sip when it happened. The piercing sound effect catches you completely off guard, causing you to jolt and lose grip of the glass.

“Shit!”, the ice-cold contents immediately soak the front of your oversized tee as the empty glass topples to the floor, thudding softly against carpet before rolling away underneath the couch. A quick shudder overtakes you as your skin prickles with goosebumps and you hiss from the sudden freezing sensation. “Fuck fuck fuck!”.

You jump up from the couch, flicking the excess water off of your arms in a frenzy. Droplets spray in every direction as you look back at the couch to find that Steve’s doubling over with laughter at your little accident. Annoyed, you narrow your eyes at him before kicking him in the calf. “Get up and help me, Harrington!”.

With one arm wrapped around his stomach in an effort to quell his laughter, he makes his way to the pile of fresh laundry sitting in a basket on top of the washing machine, ready to hauled back upstairs if you ever decide to follow through with your chores.

“And when is the horror part of the movie supposed to begin, Steve?”. Your lips purse instantly when you recognize his less than adequate impression of you. Specifically, the teasing you’d dished out around the 15-minute mark of his first pick of the night.

“Alright, lesson learned, ok?”, you roll your eyes, trying to cut the mockery short but to no avail.

“I’ve seen children’s specials scarier than this, Harrington”. He continued in the same taunting tone as he returns to your side with a clean towel, about to hand it to you.

“Talked a big game back there, huh? Bet you feel pretty silly…”

You watch curiously as his smug expression shifts entirely. His eyebrows raise slowly and his lips remain parted since trailing off at the end of his latest jab.

Following his wide-eyed stare, you look down at your chest and your stomach drops. The damp material of your tee is clinging to the outline of your breasts like a second skin and the powder blue material now appears almost completely see through in its current state. Suddenly all you can feel is an overwhelming warmth cloaking your entire body but your humiliation only deepens when you realize the worst part.

Steve raises a shaky finger to point, towel still in his grasp. “Are those…?”

Your best friend’s just figured out that a tan wasn’t the only thing you came back home with from your summer vacation last year.

Your hands spring up to your chest, palms settling firmly over your visibly peaked nipples before you whip around.

“I’m going to go get changed” you rattle off before scrambling back to your room.

Closing your room door behind you, you lean against it defeatedly, sinking down to the floor while burying your face in your hands. You weren’t ashamed of the secret summer activity you had planned during your vacation last year. There was no big reason behind it. You liked it and that was more than good enough for you so you went through with it. Most people your age ended up getting something pierced anyway. For you, that something just happened to be your nipples. While you couldn’t have been happier with how they turned out the last thing you needed was someone else figuring out your little secret before you were ready.

Groaning into your hands, you thought back to how you had opted to go braless despite planning to spend the night watching movies with Steve. You only did it because of how uncomfortable the underwear sometimes made your feel when the steel barbells rubbed against the restraining material. Figuring they’d go unnoticed under your oversized tee you felt secure enough to forego a bra without much of an afterthought. You cursed your foolishness.

Sliding your underwear drawer open you reach in to pick a bra to go with your new dry sweatshirt but eventually find yourself deciding against it. As embarrassing as it is, Steve already knows and that’s something that can’t be undone. Dressed again and after a deep breath, you force yourself out of your room and back into the basement.

Steve’s polite enough to pretend that it hadn’t happened when you settle back down to watch the rest of the movie but the awkward atmosphere had already set in and it was nothing short of suffocating. You’re both perched at opposite ends of the couch, wordlessly watching the movie as it illuminates the darkened basement but neither of you really process what’s happening on screen.

You try your best to will your embarrassment away but you can’t help but let the image of Steve staring wordlessly at your soaked tits play over and over in your mind.

It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s only embarrassing if you choose to be embarrassed, right? If you keep being weird about it neither of you will ever get over it, right? You can’t ignore it forever. You shouldn’t ignore it.

Right?

You can’t tell if you’re making any sense or not but the silence is killing you and it’s too late now because the words are already leaving your mouth.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to see them?”

His gaze cautiously meets your earnest expression. You’re at a loss as to what the hell has come over you so suddenly but you decide to ride this wave nonetheless.

He releases a nervous breath. “You’re messing with me”.

You inch closer to his side of the couch. “I promise I’m not”

You can see the gears grinding in his head, desperately trying to produce the right answer but clearly failing. After a few seconds of silence, you try another approach.

“Fine.” You slip back to your end of the couch and cross your arms over your belly. “Guess you aren’t interested. Didn’t think Steve Harrington would pass up an opportunity to look at a pair of boobies”. You’re not a fan of the word in the slightest but you force yourself to say it only for the sake of winding him up.

“Wait wait wait.” That got him talking.

Clearing his throat first he says, “I didn’t say that”.

You giggle at his attempt to appear composed and for a moment you feel something other than your racing nerves coursing through you and you’re thankful for the few seconds of respite.

His eyes flick to the front of your sweatshirt quickly before coming back to return your gaze.

“Are you sure?”

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This is insane this is insane this is fucking insane.

And just like that the nerves are back. You’re seated on the couch facing Steve now, legs folded underneath your body as your fingers hook under the hem of your sweatshirt. His body in turned towards you too, one arm resting on the back of the couch while the other is placed on his thigh over his sweatpants.

Just like ripping off a band aid, You pysch yourself up.

And with that, you pull the thick sweatshirt off your frame and let it fall to the floor, finally revealing your bare breasts and leaving you in nothing but your little grey pajama shorts.

You can tell that he’s just as nervous as you are as you watch him swallow thickly and notice the way his fingers dig into his thigh when his eyes fall to your chest.

After what feels like a lifetime he finally asks, “When?”

“Last year, when I went away for the summer”, you answer, heart thrumming rapidly in your chest.

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah. But only for a couple of seconds”.

“How about now?”

“They’re healed now but they’re still pretty sensitive”.

His fingers twitch at that mention of that detail.

“Oh… Is it uncomfortable?”

You thought for a moment. While there have been a few times where the increased sensitivity was a little unpleasant, truthfully, you loved it overall. The little sparks of pleasure each time you played with them made it hard for you to keep your own hands to yourself most nights.

“Sometimes. But most of the time it’s kind of nice”, you downplay.

Steve hums in response, focus pinned on how the light being cast from the tv makes the steel barbells glint and glisten.

“You can touch them if you want”

Whatthefuck.

You’re taken aback by your own impulsive words. Letting Steve look at them was one thing but actually letting him put his hands on you is an entire other thing. It’s not that you don’t want him to. It’s not that at all. Honestly, you’re only worried that you might not be able to control yourself.

“Can I?” he asks, face lighting up despite his best efforts to not appear too eager.

You glance at the hand he has closed around his thigh. You’ve never told him good you thought his hands looked. Large hands with the same long, slender fingers you’d catch yourself eyeing from time to time. Warm. Inviting. Rough but safe.

You bite your bottom lip before answering.

“Yes. Please”

You’re holding your breath now as he shifts closer to you on the couch, fingers coming to curl around your sides, just below your breasts. “I’ll stop whenever you want me to. Just tell me when, okay?”. It’s the very last thing you want to hear but you soften just the same at how considerate he’s being with you. You nod affirmatively, hungry for him to begin touching you. Really touching you.

His thumbs begin to brush against the underside of your breasts, tracing the curve a few times before making their way to your nipples. He starts to rub at the rounded ends of the jewelry experimentally, unblinking as you both watch your nipples perk up at the indirect stimulation. You release a shaky breath only to inhale sharply when his thumbs start to rub at your stiff peaks from side to side.

“You weren’t kidding. I’ve barely touched you”, he says it with more awe than ego, keeping his gaze fixed on your tits as he continues to gently swipe his thumbs gently over your nipples back and forth.

“You- I didn’t expect you to…I never knew you even liked..um-”, He’s struggling and it’s adorable and kind of hilarious at the same time considering you’re the one with your top off getting your tits played with.

“Anyone can have their nipples pierced, Steve. They’re not just reserved for the girls in those magazines”, you reply unsteadily, already warming up under his touch.

“What magazines?”, he manages distractedly, eyes still very much fixed on your tits.

“The ones you think I don’t know about. The ones you keep under your bed”.

Now his attention is back on your face, eyes wide and hands slipping down to your waist, much to your disappointment.

“Holding them for a friend, Steven?”, you manage to tease.

It had happened purely by coincidence. The ringing of the hallway phone had drawn Steve away from his bedroom that one evening you were hanging out at his house, leaving you to settle on his bed until he’d finished with the call. A stiff edge protruding from underneath his mattress had caught your attention when it scratched against the back of your calf. Pulling the shoddily hidden magazine free from its confines you were met with the sultry gaze of a very topless woman gracing the cover. You had meant to put it right back immediately. It would have been the proper thing to do. It wasn’t any of your business after all. All rational thought began to dissipate however when a new thought came reeling to the forefront of your mind. It isn’t just any dirty magazine. This one belongs to Steve. The overwhelming need to take advantage of this opportunity was too much to stifle. You wanted to know what he liked. What turned him on. What made him hard.

Practically ripping the magazine open, you begin flipping through the many pages of women in lacy lingerie and many more of women in nothing at all. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself until you’d flipped over to a new page. The model who had been posed on her back with her legs spread hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary. Or so you had thought until you had begun to notice a resemblance. Does she look like me? Not exact but not unlike yourself either. Just close enough. Lifting your gaze to the hand she had wrapped around one of her perky tits it was then that you noticed that her nipples were pierced. You’d harbored thoughts of getting your own pierced for a long time but hadn’t gone through with it yet because of a few lingering concerns. Concerns that you were struggling to recall now that you think about it, too transfixed oh how good you thought the jewelry looked on someone who happened to resemble you.

You pinched the page between your thumb and forefinger as you gazed curiously at the picture for a moment longer before pondering why the texture of the page felt different from the others. Rubbing the page between your fingers, it reminded you of the way paper sometimes crinkled or warped once dried. “Oh…” You quickly realized and then became very aware of the sudden warmth building between your thighs. An image of Steve flashes through your mind, brows furrowed together, one hand on the magazine turned to the very page you’d been eyeing while the other was wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking desperately. Stuffing the magazine back in its place, you had no choice but to feign a sudden bout of fever when Steve finally returned to his bedroom that night, knowing that he’d question the unyielding blush painting your cheeks.

“You looked through my things?”. His voice brings you back to the present. He doesn’t sound angry. Doesn’t look it either. Yet you still feel the need to clarify, “I didn’t go looking for it but yes, I found it”.

“Oh”… he exclaims sheepishly.

“Thought the girl on page 14 looked a little familiar”, you smile softly.

“You noticed, huh?”

“Sure did”

“Guess we’re even”, he reasons with a smile. “I know your little secret and you know mine”.

You quirk an eyebrow at him suggestively, “want to know another”?

He swallows before answering, “Sure”.

You lean in, tits pressing against his chest as you whisper against his ear. “I think about you when I touch myself too”.

“Christ, when did you get like this?” he groans as you wrap your hands around his wrists, encouraging his hands back up towards your breasts but instead, he wraps them around your waist, pulling you in to straddle his lap. You eagerly follow suit, repositioning your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

Steve watches your face as he takes hold of each end of the horizontal bar piercing your right nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pulls softly at the steel until your tender peak grows taut and your brows knit together. It’s only when he angles the jewelry with a twist that you finally let the whimper you’ve been biting back slip past your lips. Satisfied, he smirks, releasing your nipple before repeating the move on the opposite nipple and then both together, several times over while intermittently kneading your tits. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, sweetheart”. His praise shoots straight to your burning abdomen but you fail to answer with words as your moans grow louder and lewder. Thank fuck you and Steve had the house to yourselves tonight because there’s no doubt in your mind that someone would have heard you by now. Your soft flesh grows sensitive to his touch but at no point does the word ‘stop’ materialize in your mind, nor do you let it, too busy arching your chest forward for more. Your eyes are pinched closed, savoring the way Steve’s shamelessly fondling your breasts, pinching and squeezing relentlessly. He’s just as enamored with the way your face contorts at the sensation of his ministrations, eager to pry as many of those pretty sounds out of you as possible.

Placing the pad of his thumb at the very center of a perky bud, he pushes down against it and into your breast, maintaining firm pressure before moving his thumb in a circular motion. The pressure combined with the sensation of the piercing trapped under his moving thumb has you keening.

“Fuck, oh god, Steve”, you mewl

“That good?”

You answer with a pitiful whimper as your fingers dig into his shirt over his shoulders. It is good. So good but it’s not enough.

“Need more--need your mouth on my tits” you plead. Steve doesn’t hesitate complying.

He begins with the right one, teasing your nipple by flicking the nub with his tongue while his fingers pinch at your left. Your fingers make their way to his perfect hair, tugging when you feel his lips close around the bud and he begins to suck. You can feel the light stubble on his chin scratch along your soft skin as he alternates between sucking and laving along each nipple and it makes you feel like your whole chest is on fire. Just when you think you’re getting used to all the intoxicating heavy petting you yelp when he takes hold of the jewelry between his teeth, tugging at it until your nails scrape along Steve’s scalp. “Ah!, Steve, it’s so—Mm! don’t stop”. A maddening amount of minutes pass and your supple flesh has grown tender with all the rosy bruises he’s managed to suck onto the surface. Tears threaten to spill as he flicks a finger against your left nipple, nail clicking against the steel bar bell, causing bolts of pleasure to course through the abused bud.

“Shit, how many messes are you going to make tonight, baby?”, he smirks

You’re equal parts relieved and disappointed when his lips and hands pause their unrelenting assault on your chest. In-between pants you reply, “what are you talking about?”

“You don’t feel that?” He asks. Following his gaze again you look down to focus. “Oh fuck”

It shouldn’t have surprised you given how good Steve had made you feel but you hadn’t expected to find that you’d soaked through your own shorts. You feel your cheeks burn when you find that your arousal’s also stained the front of his sweatpants too.

You’re trying to form some sort of apology only to be cut off when he asks, “Want me to make it all better, pretty girl?”

You nod without hesitation, standing up between his legs as he leans forward. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down until they’re pooled at your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your cotton panties. They’re one of your most modest pairs but that doesn’t stop Steve from eyeing your underwear with pure lust..

He turns you around before pulling you back down to settle in his lap with your back pressed against his chest. You immediately spread your legs over his thighs as he reaches for your center, his fingers rubbing along the obvious wet patch above your folds. “You’re so good for me, baby all nice and wet already”.

“Please, Steve”, you whine pathetically. “Want your fingers in me now—don’t think I can wait”

“Can’t say no to you, Angel”, he coos. Pulling your panties to the side, he spreads your slick folds apart with his fingers and the sound is subtle but too distinct to miss given how wet you were. Steve curses as he rests his chin on your shoulder, both of you watching as he spreads your glistening pussy open. He seems to match your impatience, wanting to feel you as he begins to work his middle finger into your sopping hole. “Fuck, you’re so warm” he moans and you rut against his hand in response, eager for more of that stretch as his finger works in and out of your silky walls. He adds his ring finger soon after, while his other hand comes up to pull at your nipple piercing again. “Shit, Steve – you’re really- you’re really good with your hands”, you keen as he curls his fingers against a particular spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. His long rough fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt as you fail to hold back the string of needy moans that spill past your lips.

“Steve, I’m so close” you whine

“You going to come? Go ahead, soak my fingers”

When his thumb comes down to make contact with your swollen clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud you fall apart. Clenching around his fingers, your back arches as you spasm, crying out wantonly as your orgasm rips through you. “I know, baby I know”, he coos into your ear as he continues to pump his fingers into you, working you through your orgasm.

When it starts to become too much your hand falls between your spread legs, weakly circling around Steve’s wrist to signal that you need to stop. Pulling his fingers from your sopping core, you can’t help but still whine at the loss. You’re coming down from your high and despite how hard he made you come there was something else that was just too hard to ignore even in your blissed out state.

You reach behind to palm Steve’s obvious erection through his sweatpants. “I want you to feel good too, Steve”.

“Baby…”, his voice sounds wrecked and it makes you want to rub your thighs together. You’d felt it begin to stiffen and press against you the first time you settled in Steve’s lap but there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s completely hard now. Your mind is swimming at just how big he feels underneath his sweatpants while your rub against it tantalizingly. You’d heard the rumors. People talked after all. He’d dated several girls and while they’d end up breaking up over several many different reasons, they all seemed to agree on one thing if the girl’s locker room gossip is to be believed. Steve was hung.

“I know you want it, I can feel you throbbing”, you tease softly. “I have an idea”, you continue, getting up from Steve’s lap before coming down to kneel on carpet between his legs.

“What’s that?”

“I want to you to fuck my tits”

“Jesus, baby you can’t just say shit like that. I’m going to cum in my pants if you do”, he says sounding pained

“Well get them off then” you counter sweetly.

“Just can’t say no to you” he laughs, raising his hips slightly off the couch as he eases his sweatpants and boxers down. This time it’s your eyes that go wide and your lips part when his cock comes into view. The rumors were certainly true. He wraps a large fist around his impressive length, pumping twice as you eye a creamy bead develop at his pink tip and slip down his shaft. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks, amused at your slack jawed expression. “Yes, I don’t want to go back now”, you answer honestly. You prop yourself up on your knees as you prepare to line up your chest with Steve’s cock. You’re already salivating from the view when you spit down the valley between your breasts and he groans, watching the saliva trail and glisten against your chest. You place your hands on either side of your tits, pushing them together to wrap them around Steve’s dick. Your tits are still sensitive from all of Steve’s attention but that sensation soon becomes an afterthought at the feeling of having his thick cock cushioned between them. You bounce on your knees, working him into a rhythm as his head falls back against the back of the couch with a whine, watching you through hooded eyes.

“Christ, angel, do you even realize how bad you’re being right now?”

To show that you can be far far worse you stick your tongue out in time to lick at his tip when it emerges from between your tits, maintaining eye contact with Steve as you moan at the taste of him.

“FuckfuckFUCK” he hisses, taking hold of your wrist and bringing your rhythm to a halt. He pulls you back towards the couch. “Could you lie down for me?”

You’re slightly puzzled but you get up to position yourself on the couch like he asked, on your back with your head laying against the armrest. “Like this?”

“Perfect. God, you look fucking perfect”, he growls.

Positioning his hips over your chest he slots his cock between your breasts and you wrap your tits around him again as he begins thrusting, picking up from where you left off.

“I’m not going to last much longer”, he puffs after a few minutes, sweat beading at his forehead and abdomen clenching to stave off his impending orgasm.

“You can finish on me”, you whimper in response.

“Shit, really?”

“Please, I want you to. Cum on my tits, Steve”, you moan

His release spurts out moments later in thick, hot pearly streams, the first of which manages to catch the bottom of your chin, some of it coats your throat and part of your hair just beside your neck but most of it collects on and between your breasts.

Pulling away from you and tucking himself back into his sweatpants, Steve brings a hand to your aching chest, collecting some of his release on to his index and middle fingers before smearing the sticky substance along your throbbing nipple and the jewelry adorning it.

Running his free hand through his now completely mussed hair his mind fogs with the fact that you’d just let him dirty you like this. Practically begged for it, even.

“We’ve really crossed a line”, he laughs weakly, clearly spent.

“About time”, you smile back sweetly.

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