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ghosttotheparty · 2 years ago

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love me softly p21

part 20

Steve steals a Metallica hoodie from Eddie’s closet.

Eddie doesn’t know about it until he sees him at school on Friday morning, and Eddie stops after turning off the van, melting into the driver seat and staring, watching Steve. He’s sitting on the hood of his car, swatting Tommy’s hands away and laughing. Gareth is already there, laughing so hard his head is thrown back.

One of Steve’s hands is in the front pocket of the hoodie, and when he stops hitting Tommy, he lets the other sleeve fall over his hand before he lifts it to his face, rubbing his cheek. Eddie watches, biting his lip as his throat tightens.

It takes a minute for him to finally be ready to join them. Steve sees him coming, and he gives Eddie that squishy-cheeked, squinty-eyed grin that Eddie loves so much.

“Where’d you get that hoodie?” he asks, leaning against the car, and Gareth snorts.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would, yeah, it’s cool.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“You guys are so annoying,” Tommy says dryly, leaning from where he’s sitting next to Steve to look at Eddie, who sticks his tongue out at him.

“Do you guys wanna come over tomorrow?” Steve asks, moving slightly closer to Eddie but looking from him to Gareth and Tommy. “For like a movie or something?”

“I will if Eddie brings weed,” Gareth says, and Eddie wrinkles his nose at him.

“Ass.”

Gareth sticks his tongue out mockingly.

“So is that a yes?” Steve asks, ignoring them.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, cool.”

“So why were you and Tommy fist fighting?” Eddie asks, nudging Steve with his shoulder.

“Oh, Tommy’s just a dick.”

“You’re a dick,” Tommy argues.

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Gareth says loudly.

As they’re headed inside, Steve nudges Eddie’s hand, and he gestures with a tilt of his head when Eddie looks. Eddie follows him to his locker and leans against the locker next to his as Steve twists the lock.

“Will you come over tonight?”

Eddie suppresses a smile, pushing his hands into his pockets and looking him up and down. The hoodie is too big for him, and the fabric is thick and cozy, the design on the front faded and worn, and Eddie wants to hold him and hide in his chest.

“We have a Hellfire meeting tonight,” he says after a moment. “After school.”

Steve looks at him, moving a book in his locker.

“I can come over after,” Eddie adds. “Or you can come with. Hang out.”

“I don’t know the other guys in Hellfire,” Steve says softly.

“They’re nice,” Eddie tells him. “You’ll like them.”

Steve hesitates, nibbling his lip as he rummages through his locker, but Eddie sees the nervousness in his eyes even though he looks away.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says gently, and Steve’s lips curve into a tiny smile. He glances at Eddie, hesitating again.

“Maybe next time,” he says softly, looking at Eddie. Eddie nods, holding back from leaning in to kiss him.

“I’ll go to yours afterwards,” he says.

“Okay,” Steve says, still smiling shyly. “And then tomorrow Tommy and Gareth will come over.”

“You excited?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows, watching Steve nods happily.

“‘S been a long week,” he says lightly.

“‘S gonna be a good weekend,” Eddie says softly. His chest is warm. Steve looks back at him, his cheeks pink as he smiles, but his smile falters after a moment as his eyes flicker across Eddie’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Steve shrugs, shoving a book into his backpack and sighing softly.

“I just…”

He shrugs again, his eyes skimming across Eddie’s face again, lingering at his lips.

“Me too,” Eddie murmurs. Steve exhales, his eyes meeting Eddie’s and shining. “Later.”

Steve nods.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” he says softly.

Eddie nods, biting his lip and hesitating, leaning a little bit closer to whisper softly enough that no one could hear him even if they were to step too close.

“I’m kissing in my head,” he murmurs quietly, squinting and staring intently into Steve’s eyes. Steve giggles, staring back, leaning in and scrunching his nose adorably.

“I feel it,” he whispers, and Eddie laughs, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“I’ll see you later,” he giggles, and Steve smiles, reaching up to pat his cheek just a little too hard, smacking him gently, casually, the touch leaving his face warm. Eddie pulls away, snorting as he steps past him, winking as he walks away.

Rumours are already swirling around the school about the graffiti. Most of them point to Eddie.

He doesn’t mind. It is pretty on brand for him, obviously, and even though nobody’s even glanced in Steve’s direction, Eddie would rather keep the focus off him as much as possible. It’s not hard. When people ask him about the graffiti during the day, he keeps a poker face and just shrugs lazily.

The others in Hellfire also ask about it, but Gareth doesn’t say anything, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Eddie lies that he did it. He isn’t about to out Steve to them, and they wouldn’t have believed him if he’d told them the truth anyway.

The sun is going down when Eddie finally gets to Steve’s.

Steve opens the door after just a few seconds, smiling brightly, and he pulls Eddie inside without hesitation. Eddie giggles, hugging him tightly and tossing his backpack aside.

“Hi, honey.”

“Hi, Eddie.”

“You okay?”

“Mhmm. How was Hellfire?”

“Was good,” Eddie says lightly. “Just did a one-shot session,” he adds, reaching to run his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Was fun.”

Steve lifts his head and presses a soft, lingering kiss to his lips that makes Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“I made dinner,” he says lightly when they part, tracing a line down Eddie’s neck.

“What’d you make?”

“Pasta.”

“Ah, romantic.”

He leans down and grabs at Steve’s legs, hefting him up over his shoulder as Steve screams and laughs, clutching at Eddie’s jeans. Eddie carries him to the kitchen, hanging him upside down, grinning as Steve exclaims loudly that Eddie is a fucking menace. His face is red when Eddie manages to set him on the table, and he swats at Eddie, trying to hit him and suppressing giggles as Eddie dodges his hands, laughing.

They sit at the table together, kicking at each other’s legs and giggling as they talk. Eddie tells him about the one-shot. Steve tells him about how he overheard some teachers saying the graffiti is probably going to be painted over this weekend. It makes Eddie snort, and Steve scrunches his nose at him, swaying in his seat happily. Eddie offers the spray paints up for Steve to practice some more. There’s an old junkyard around Hawkins, full of rusted, broken-down cars and school buses that would be perfect canvases.

They clean up together after eating, Eddie washing the dishes in the sink and Steve drying and putting them away. He keeps nudging his hips against Eddie’s, or tracing lines across his back and making him shiver. When Eddie is done with the dishes, he shuts off the water and looks for a towel on a counter, but Steve just steps close and dries his hands himself, so gently and tenderly that Eddie’s chest aches.

He leans in and presses his face into Steve’s neck as he dries his hands for him, nuzzling into him and kissing him softly. Steve hums quietly, and Eddie knows without looking that he’s smiling.

Steve sets the towel aside the towel when he finishes, holding Eddie’s hands, running his thumbs over his knuckles gently.

Steve leans close and nudges their noses together, sighing.

“‘S nice,” he murmurs.

“What is?”

“You,” Steve breathes. “I like being close to you.”

Eddie pulls him closer, kissing him softly. He smiles when Steve’s arms wrap around his neck, and after another soft kiss, he reaches down to Steve’s thighs, tugging to pick him up. Steve’s legs wrap around his hips.

Eddie looks over his shoulder to find the living room, hugging Steve close, and Steve mumbles a soft, “Don’t drop me,” as Eddie steps down into the conversation pit. When he sits on the sofa, Steve buries his face in his neck, humming again. Eddie runs his hands over his back, under the hood and over the folds of the fabric.

Steve sits up and plays with Eddie’s hair, pushing it back and tucking it behind his ears and running his fingers through it.

“You’re beautiful,” he says softly.

Eddie’s cheeks flush.

“Gimme a kiss.”

Steve leans down and kisses him gently, chastely, pulling away to gaze at him before he kisses him again. Eddie’s head feels fuzzy, like his brain is full of static, as Steve presses kiss after kiss to his lips, to his cheeks and nose and forehead.

“Woah,” he says softly when Steve finally stops, and Steve giggles, touching his cheek. Eddie blinks his eyes open, looking up at him blearily. He’s smiling brightly, his cheeks pink, eyes shining.

“You give me butterflies, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, tucking his fingers under the hoodie. Steve’s cheeks flush more, and his shoulders hunch shyly as he leans down until their lips brush.

“You give me butterflies too.”

Eddie tilts his chin up to kiss him, sucking on his lip gently before he pulls away to bury his face in Steve’s neck. Steve laughs softly, pushing his fingertips into Eddie’s curls as Eddie kisses his neck, just under his jaw, across his throat, under his ears.

“Eddie?” Steve says softly as Eddie is sucking on his skin carefully.

“Mhmm?”

“…Could you help me with something?”

“‘Course,” Eddie says between kisses. “What?”

Steve takes a deep breath, and then he starts laughing under his breath. Eddie lifts his head after leaving one last kiss on his neck, right on one of his moles, and looks up at him curiously.

“What is it?” he asks quietly.

Steve hesitates, biting his lip as he looks at Eddie’s face.

Eddie waits patiently, his thumbs brushing over Steve’s soft skin until Steve speaks again, his voice quiet.

“Will you cut my hair for me?”

Eddie blinks.

“Seriously?” he says when Steve stays silent. Steve suppresses a smile and nods.

“I— I know exactly what I want, and I think you can do it fine, I have clippers and everything,” he rambles quietly. “I’ve been wanting to for ages, but I think I— I think I want you to do it.”

“You wanna trust me with your hair?” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows. Steve giggles, nodding. Eddie stares, wide-eyed, and he reaches up to touch his hair, combing his fingers through it carefully. It’s soft.

“How do you wanna cut it?” he asks, gazing at it. It’s warm brown, almost golden in some lighting.

“Wanna shave the sides,” Steve says.

“Oh, shit.”

Steve giggles again, swaying in Eddie’s lap.

“How much?” Eddie asks, touching Steve's chin to make him turn his head so Eddie can push his hair back.

“Maybe like from here…” Steve touches his temple and traces a line across the side of his head to touch behind his ear. “…to here.”

“Fuck, okay.”

“You’ll do it?” Steve asks excitedly.

“If you’re one hundred percent positive you want me to,” Eddie says firmly. “And if you promise you won’t hate me if-slash-when I destroy your hair.”

“You won’t ruin my hair,” Steve says softly, still grinning. “And you could shave my all hair clean off and I wouldn’t hate you, Eddie baby,” he adds softly, tracing a line down Eddie’s throat. “I trust you.”

“Should you, though?” Eddie manages to ask weakly, his cheeks flushing.

Steve’s nose scrunches.

“I do,” he tells him. He kisses him softly, still smiling. “Will you cut my hair for me?”

“Okay,” Eddie breathes, his eyes still closed as Steve’s lips brush his.

A few minutes later, Eddie finds himself standing behind Steve in the bathroom, scissors in one hand, clippers in the other, as Steve sits on a tall stool he dragged over from the kitchen.

Steve is smiling, looking at him in the mirror.

“Okay, wait,” Eddie says, blinking hard and setting the scissors and clippers down. “Show me again.”

Steve points to his head, gesturing where he wants it cut, and Eddie reaches for the comb.

He combs Steve’s hair carefully, as gently as he can, furrowing his brows as he parts the hair to separate it where Steve wants it. Steve is watching in the mirror, smiling, gazing.

“Like this?” he asks when he finishes, stepping back, holding the hair out of the way for Steve to see. “That good?”

“A little more,” Steve says. Eddie fixes it. “Yeah.”

“Okay, hold this.”

Steve reaches up and holds the hair for him as Eddie does the other side, looking back and forth between Steve’s head and the mirror to make sure it’s even.

“Okay,” he sighs when it’s done, holding the hair out of the way and setting the comb down. “Alright.”

Steve is grinning giddily, his eyes gleaming.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Eddie mutters, reaching for the scissors.

“You took me to graffiti the high school,” Steve says, holding back a laugh, “and you’re shocked that we’re cutting my hair?”

“You’re Steve the Hair Harrington—”

“Fuck my hair!”

Eddie is doubling over in laughter, squeezing his eyes shut and resting his forehead on Steve’s shoulder, which is shaking as Steve laughs too.

“Babe,” Steve says loudly. “Do it!”

“Why am I more scared than you?” Eddie exclaims. They’re practically shouting at each other, their voices bright and happy and echoing off the tile walls.

“I have nothing to lose,” Steve says, grinning.

“You have this.” Eddie holds up the bundle of Steve’s hair he’s holding. Steve shrugs lightly, smiling. “What do I have to lose?”

“…My trust?”

“Steve!”

“I’m kidding!”

“Oh my god—”

“Just do it,” Steve says excitedly. “Do it, do it, do it, do—”

“Okay!” Eddie tugs the hair gently, making Steve shut up, and Steve giggles. “Okay, alright. Okay.”

He reaches for the scissors before he meets Steve’s eye in the mirror. He pauses, gazing back at him, at the hair they’re both holding. It looks a bit silly, the hair they’re holding from opposite sides of his head, like his head is hanging from their hands, but he’s glowing with a bright smile.

“Kiss for luck,” he says, tilting his head and leaning down as Steve turns to face him. They kiss slowly, carefully, and Eddie has to tear himself away before he can forget what they’re doing.

He lines the scissors up, watching carefully, and squeezes his eyes shut, listening to the sharp snips as he cuts through it.

Steve is giggling as the hair falls to the floor.

Eddie focuses harder than he’s ever focused in his life when he turns the clippers on, carefully holding Steve’s uncut hair out of the way as he buzzes the hair short.

Eddie is silent as he cuts the other side, and Steve’s hand falls after he looks at the cut hair in his fingers before he drops it to the ground.

When he finishes, Eddie turns the clippers off, and the room falls an odd sort of silent that seems to bounce off the tiles. Eddie can hear his own breath. He sets the clippers down on the counter, brushing hair off Steve’s shoulder before he looks at him in the mirror.

Steve is staring at himself, lips parted, eyes wide. Almost in awe.

“Holy shit, Steve,” Eddie says softly. Steve looks at him in the mirror, lips curving into a smile. “Alright?”

“Fuck. Yeah.”

Eddie combs his fingers through his hair, pulling it back into a small knot that wouldn’t be able to hold with a hair tie, exposing the shaven sides. Steve beams, his eyes shining.

“God,” Eddie breathes. “You have any idea how gorgeous your smile is?”

Steve's smile widens and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as his cheeks flush pink.

“Fuck.” Eddie stands up straight, releasing Steve’s hair and watching it fall. “You like it?”

“I love it, Eddie,” Steve says, looking at himself in the mirror and reaching up to his hair, styling it almost lazily, pushing it back and fluffing it. Eddie flushes with heat.

“Okay,” he breathes, watching. Steve notices the shift in Eddie after a moment, and he looks at him.

“What is it?”

“Uh.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “You’re really hot.”

Steve’s face lights up.

“You think?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

His face is burning, and his stomach is fluttering, and Steve is just grinning at him before he turns to look over his shoulder at him. He tilts his chin up at Eddie to wordlessly ask for a kiss, and Eddie obliges without hesitation.

Their mouth crash together, and Steve reaches up to push his fingers into his hair, tugging it gently in a way that makes Eddie shiver as he holds Steve’s face in his hands. He gives everything in the kiss, every ounce of desperation and hope, and when they part, they’re both panting.

“Oh,” Steve says breathlessly. He pulls away to look at Eddie. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown, glistening, and his cheeks are flushed pink.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, caressing his cheek. “I, uhm…”

“Do you…” Steve pulls Eddie’s head closer to press their foreheads together, speaking so quietly Eddie can just hear him. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I want to.”

“Fuck. Okay.”

He kisses Eddie again, biting his lip and slowly standing up off the stool to pull Eddie closer. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, pushing his hands under the hoodie to press to his soft skin.

“Are you sure?” Stew asks breathlessly between feverish kisses as Eddie tries to keep up, holding him desperately.

“Yes,” he gasps. “Yes. Do you want to?”

“Yeah,” Steve exhales against his lips. “Fuck, yeah, I do, I want to.”

“Okay.” He tugs at the hem of the hoodie as Steve presses a hard kiss to his lip, and after a moment Steve leans back, letting Eddie pull it over his head and toss it to the ground. It lands in Steve’s hair.

Eddie lets Steve pull his shirt over his head. It fucks up his hair, sending it across his face in a staticky mess, and they both giggle as Steve tosses the shirt away and combs through Eddie’s hair.

“Woah,” he breathes after a moment, his eyes finding the spider inked on Eddie’s chest.

“Oh, I forgot about that. You didn’t see it the night you sleep over?”

Steve shakes his head. He traces the legs with a light fingertip.

“Was distracted by your bed head.”

“Ha.”

“Why a spider?” Steve murmurs, touching it. Eddie slides his hands over his waist softly, squeezing. He shrugs.

“Thought it was cool.”

“Oh, so metal, man,” Steve teases dryly without looking up, and Eddie pinches him, scrunching his nose at him. Steve suppresses a grin. “‘S pretty.”

“You’re pretty.”

Steve smiles brightly before he pulls him into another kiss, sliding his hand over Eddie’s chest firmly.

“‘M nervous,” Eddie admits when they part to breathe.

“We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. I just… I’m just nervous.”

“I am too.”

Eddie smiles softly, nudging their noses together as he exhales.

“You don’t have to be.”

“You don’t either.”

Eddie kisses him softly.

“I’m still nervous.”

“God, me too,” Steve says, laughing softly, his breath on Eddie’s face.

“Why are you nervous?” Eddie questions, tracing a line over Steve’s spine lightly. Steve exhales before he lifts his head, looking into his eyes. He looks like he might cry. His hair is messy, his cheeks flushed warm, and he shrugs weakly, tracing Eddie’s collarbone.

“Want it to be special,” he murmurs softly, shyly.

“Everything is special with you, Stevie,” Eddie says quietly, pulling him closer and sliding his hand up his back. He’s always so warm. “That’s what love is.”

Steve’s eyes glisten. He blinks at him, swallowing thickly, and his lip quivers for a moment. Eddie tilts his head, opening his mouth to say something like Oh, sweetheart or My love, but Steve interrupts him with a hard kiss.

“Bedroom?” Eddie gasps when they part, his fingertips digging into Steve’s sides.

“Come on.”

Steve takes his hands, kissing him one more time before he pulls at him, dragging him out of the bathroom and down the hall into they’re giggling and stumbling up the stairs.

part 22 read the whole thing on ao3 tagging: @thehumblefigtree @doilooklikebees <3 comment to be tagged in part 22 :)

#just realised theres only one chapter left of this #and then the epilogue #but #oh god #anyway #the 'thats what love' dialogue has been stuck in my head for like a year and I've been wanting to use it #but i didnt know what to use it for #but this scene was so perfect for it I'm so happy #ok anything go drink some water and eat something and take your meds #love u guys #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #love me softly

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look-at-the-stars-tonight · 3 months ago

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don't want to declare victory for the war on ants quite yet but i think i did win a battle...

#saw HUNDREDS of them drinking terro last night and i thought like fifty of them drowned #checked today and. there isn't a Single one in or around the terro #so every single one of those bitches went back to the colony probably!!!#im still absolutely BAFFLED as to why there is a colony in my closet. there is no food in my closet. there is no food in my bedroom.#the only place i eat is the KITCHEN TABLE SO WHAT ARE U LOOKING FOR KIDS #(there was actually a big hole in my window they finally plugged up that was letting water in every time it rained)#(and i REMEMBER seeing this giant ant in my closet when i came home from work on the wall #and going : / i'll get her after i change #and then. she disappeared #that was my first mistake. cause i'm like 95% sure that was the queen)#u would think they would leave if they can't find food #i mean maybe my room does have crumbs i don't claim to be perfect #but i've vaccummed it a bajillion times and literally haven't eaten anything in there in a month at least #maybe two months cause i was out of town #anyways. i hope those bitches are dead.#i feel bad about it cause i hate killing things but they had started crawling on me whenever i was sitting at my desk and. i couldn't deal.#there are giant borax circles all around the legs of my bed and my desk and anything potentially crawlable #it looks like i live in supernatural

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the-eclectic-wonderer · 4 months ago

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I just finished watching S2E13 The Stan Who Came To Dinner, and there's a scene I didn't remember before in which Stan asks for Dorothy's forgiveness for all the times he cheated on her, because he wants to face his operation with a clear conscience. Which is,, yikes, of course, but also not the thing I want to talk about right now.

What surprised me is that Dorothy seems to be shocked at his revelations? It seems like she really didn't know about Stan's infidelity? I mean, the whole dialogue begins with her saying:

"I've already forgiven you for that, Stanley. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, it's not bad to wait 38 years to make your first big mistake."

I initially thought his mistake was divorcing Dorothy (since his line before this one is 'I love you, Dorothy. That sounds crazy because I walked out on you, but it's true.' ), but then he admits that the divorce wasn't his first mistake, because he's cheated on Dorothy before -- and she seems genuinely taken aback:

"I cannot believe this. I cannot believe that I am hearing this. I always assumed something like this could happen, but..."

And this was so strange to me, because I always sort of assumed she did know. She even caught him one time! In S7E8-9 The Monkey Show, she recounts this episode about Stan:

"[...] I rehearsed my speech and I made arrangements to meet him at a coffee shop. I got there five minutes early and caught him necking with a waitress."

So... she does know (of at least one time)? But then, why didn't she say anything?

I feel like there's three possible answers:

She really doesn't know. She thought the incident with the waitress was a one-time occurrence, and she's believed him all throughout their marriage when he said he was 'going at a convention' or 'working late' or whatever excuse he used to cover his actions.

She's lying to him in the S2E13 scene -- and she's lied to him all throughout their marriage. She does know about his affairs, and never confronted him because she wanted to keep their marriage and their family together more than she hated his guts; she didn't want to rock the boat, so to say. What shocks her in the S2E13 scene is that he's admitting this stuff out loud, with plenty of details.

She lied to herself all throughout their marriage. As trustful of him as Dorothy can be (and as trustful of him as she was in her youth, especially), she's also a smart cookie, and Stan's not really the sharpest tool in the shed. It's hard for me to believe that she never figured out that he was cheating on her, especially after catching him with that waitress; it's easier to think that she forced herself to believe his gaslighting, as part of her efforts to be a good wife to him. When Stan (sort of...) comes clean, she's shocked because it's sinking in, in real time, that she was right.

I'm not sure which option is more likely; I feel like it's probably a mix of the three. At the beginning of their marriage she likely didn't think it possible and believed everything he told her; once she caught him with the waitress, she had a sort of transition phase where she tried to believe he was faithful to her even though she knew the truth, deep down, and then by the end of her marriage she was over it, and simply chose not to let him have it. She's shocked in S2E13 because she can't believe he's admitting this stuff out loud, but she doesn't seem as shocked (and angry) as she would be if she was just finding it out in the moment, imho.

I also feel like her knowing about his infidelity doesn't change the meaning of the first mistake line, because, well... he's always come back before. He's come back to hurt her again and again, but he has come back -- and then she gets a phone call, and suddenly, for the first time, he's not coming back anymore. It's the one time that's so devastatingly painful it eclipses everything that came before -- no wonder she counts it as his first mistake.

#it's 'thinking about dorothy's marriage' hours once again folks #ohh dorothy... oh honey.......#there is so much going on in this episode this is just a part of it. the mere fact that this sorry excuse for a man comes to her for help?#and then he proceeds to LIVE IN HER HOUSE for months?? being waited upon for his every request??#and then he has the gull to LIE TO HER and fake a relapse just to keep being waited upon?? he asks for her forgiveness for his cheating???#he TELLS HER HE LOVES HER??? bitch im going to murder you!!!! leave the woman alone!!!!!!#blanche and rose and sophia are really good in this one they *do not* let him catch a breath i'm so grateful for them #half their time is spent insulting stan and the other half supporting dorothy. perfect no notes #i only wish dorothy telling stan to 'grow up' and to stop relying on her had had any consequence... and instead #he kept bothering her until the very end like the parasite he is #i also wish blanche and rose had kept this energy for the whole 'dorothy remarries stan' thing but oh well #that answer 3 is hurting me so much... like the mere idea...#i can see her lying in her bed at night alone and trying to convince herself that surely. this time. he really is away on a work trip.#there's no way he's having another affair. he's working. he's providing for the family. surely this time he didn't lie #but deep down she knows. she knows he's with someone else. and it eats her up even worse because she pretends everything's fine #AGH dorothy!!!! girl you should have planted a knife between his eyes!!! im sure you would have gotten away with it!!!#i'll go back in time and do it for you if you won't do it!!! just PLEASE girl stop giving him the benefit of the doubt!!!!!#YOU DESERVE BETTER!!!!#the golden girls #dorothy zbornak

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 1 year ago

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megumi 🤝🏽 yuuji

dying even if it’s only for a good minute only to be brought back to life bc fate realizes if they died for real then they would need to find someone else to fuck over. those two are like fates favorite barbie dolls.

apologies if this post is going to seem all over the place, just bear with me. i don’t even know if you’re going to see this BUT it’s okay bc i need to get this out my system 😭.

starting off — god, imagine the chaos that will ensue when megumi tells nobara & yuuji about his very tragic history with the zenins. but like he wouldn’t even tell them straight up, he’ll just make a little deadpan joke (my sarcastic, sassy son) & the others would look at him like : ??? wtf do you mean by that sea urchin head???

like imagine itafushikugi going shopping for like traditional japanese clothes for a little festival or some shit (megumi was dragged by his spikes to come along) & nobara is having the time of her life finding outfits for her & the boys. like it got to the point where she’s dressing them herself & she shows megumi an outfit that looked similar to the robe he was forced to wear bc of the zenin (it’s obviously not the same) & megumi just refuses to wear a robe with similar color patterns to the zenin robe.

megumi: that looks like the outfit the zenin forced me to wear. i wonder what happened to it, cause the last thing i know, i got blood all over it. so as the second member of the zenin hate club, im not wearing that….

megumi: wait that blue one looks decent. i’m going to try it on.

nobara:

yuuji:

nobara: …did he really leave without giving us the “ getting blood on a zenin’s robe” story?

imagine maki complaining about naoya in front of the first years, & maki just brings up naoya’s onesided beef with megumi & her stories of how naoya was so petty back in his childhood made him remember who tf naoya is (megs have selective memory, it’s okay)

megumi: ugh, he was so annoying. i remember when he came to my middle school back when gojo was busy dealing with the aftermath of his evil ex boyfriend evil plan & he basically kidnapped me. i was stuck in a car with that man for 40 minutes..you would hate him nobara.

maki: yeah you would hate him nobara.

yuuji: i’m sorry he kidnapped you??? why did you say that so casually?

nobara: fuck that. megumi is a disney princess, we know this already. BUT we’re just gonna gloss over gojo had an evil boyfriend?

& imagine when megumi finally tells his friends about the zenin clan was when yuuji just came back from the dead & they were asking how tf that’s possible. & somewhere in that conversation megumi just let it slip that his heart stopped beating once & itakugi looks at him in silence:

megumi: yeah the zenin clan basically forced me to exorcise some curses & complete a ritual to get a snake — that snake fucking bit me. it was my least favorite. but yeah i basically died. then yuuta brought me back. then i was blind for a good minute.

nobara, yuuji, & even sukuna:

megumi: it was a terrible time for me. gojo was even more clingier & protective. it got to a point where he started treating me like i was 6 again… reading me bedtime stories, singing me lullabies & describing the pictures in the stories since i was…yknow blind.

cue itakugi & even sukuna wanting to burn down the zenin but ofc they can’t do that…so they settle for pulling pranks on the members & traumatizing them ofc.

IM ALSO imagining how funny it would be for yuuji to be jealous of yuuta. like bro is basically living yuuji’s fantasy world. i’m giggling at the idea of yuuji fighting for his life to be either megumi favorite or nanami’s favorite.

you also opened my eye to the potential of maki & tsumiki… like i also like to imagine that in a happier world, they would understand each other on such a deep level. but they would also find parts of the other that they wished they had. but on a happier note i like to imagine that megumi would suffer whenever it was brought up that his aunt is basically dating his step sister. like maki would be a menace to megumi. every little thing he do? maki is texting tsumiki in a corner.

maki watching itafushi cook together in the kitchen: i can’t believe megumi has a boyfriend. it’s so cute that he thinks that he can hide this from me. lemme go snitch to tsumiki.

maki listening to megumi describe his fight with sukuna, a cursed spirit who apparently has a stripping problem: oh my god. megumi is truly yuuta’s boy. they both got cursed spirits obsessed with them…i need to tell tsumiki.

maki to megumi after witnessing his suicidal tendencies: don’t make me tell tsumiki.

i honestly love your story. the way you added so much more to megumi childhood is beautiful. it just make soooo much sense. but also your characterization of gojo is so precious to me. i’m waiting for gojo to go apeshit on the zenin. i’m also giggling in anticipation at gojo finding out about yuuta attachment to megumi. i like to imagine him to be kind of worried about it actually, bc that’s not fucking healthy. but i imagine him getting used to it since megumi will have a protector in the form of yuuta & his power of love.

i’m also curious to see mai’s role in this story since.

*sighs in disappointment at gege writing choices*

since she had a crush on megumi…yeah. but imma just interpret that as she wants to be his family. it keeps me sane

i also wanted to ask if there’s a chance that you would write a megumi POV of what happened in the zenin clan? ofc i would understand if you wouldn’t since it leaves a much more ominous feeling to the events. plus yuuta running commentary is a good mix of angst & humor so ofc i understand.

Yuuji: man fushiguro almost checks the boxes for a Disney princess. except he was never kidnapped or enslaved

Megumi, sold to the Zenin clan, who later kidnapped him: *sweating*

Nobara and Yuuji would be the co-vice presidents of the "fuck the Zenin clan" club if they knew what happened. They would be the presidents but yuuta and maki are already in a death match for the position and they're trying to avoid the bloodshed. they are not allowed to be treasurer because neither of them know how money works.

megumi is unaware that a formal club has been formed.

Megumi is suffering SO HARD in any world where maki and tsumiki are together. they won't stop ganging up on him when it comes to his love life and general wellbeing and holding hands where he has to see it. maki lectures him about his suicidal tendencies in the field, holds up one finger, calls tsumiki, and lets her pick up where she left off. maki tries to talk to him about relationships one (1) time and he tries to drown himself.

see i'm pretty open to writing a megumi POV but it, like most of my stories, falls in this nebulous category of "if i have the time." like, i've thought about writing megumi's pov before, there's a lot of stuff that happened that exists as like, background knowledge for me that will never make it through yuuta's pov because it doesn't make sense for yuuta to find out about it. It would be very tonally different, but if i did write it, it would be a different work entirely and i'd be making sea glass gardens into a series.

i'm eternally tempted by the siren call of making my works into a series. If i did it with sea glass gardens, i would want to add a one shot of Megumi's pov during the time leading up to sea glass gardens and a short multi-chapter of the gojo, nanami, shoko teen parenting trio. If I have the time, it will exist; if i don't, it won't.

#ironically the one thing that WOULD endear yuuta to yuuji is finding out about all of this #yuuji would instantly love him for all he did for Their Boy. it's the only way i see megumi actually fessing up to what happened #i think megumi's just someone who's really private and uncomfortable with people knowing a lot about him and he would try to hide this from #itakugi for as long as he could. it probably eats at him that the second years all saw him like this. i think he just hates feeling vulnera #megumi gives him the /extremely/ abridged version of events to get yuuji and nobara to chill about yuuta and how he acts (yuuji is convince #that there's no one who could be that perfect nobara keeps looking for homosexual explanations) and they instantly veer hard into finding #out everything there is to know about the zenin and how to hurt them and also yuuta's like. beloved in their eyes. megumi is their boy.#they love their boy. yuuta saved their boy. ergo they love yuuta now. it's simple math.#tonal shift is a huge sort of struggle with me as a writer just because i change my styles with every narrator #which is why it's kind of hard to flip between works if the tone is too different. i was trying to juggle sea glass gardens and toy rosarie #and i was just internally screaming b/c yuuta and jack could NOT be more different with narration styles and i was like 'fuckkkkkkkkk'#with yuuta i structure sentences with a lot of 'space' in them. i don't have a better word for it i'm not actually trained in writing so #it's all just whatever shit i made up along the way i have no officially terms. anyway. Yuuta's sentences are structured to have this sort #of detached distance between the actual message and the start of the sentence. So we end up with a lot of sentences that start w/ structure #like “yuuta thinks” and Yuuta feels“ b/c I think of yuuta as a very detached person because of how he lived. it's a survival mechanism.#a lot of the meat of what he feels has to come in almost absentmindedly. So you end up with Yuuta's suicide scene and losing the knife and #him having a line like “He swears he never meant any of the bad things he did” and the fact that he thinks his own survival is a bad thing #/he's/ to blame for is almost backdoor'd in as a given premise. it's assumed. it's not even the point of the sentence. he's been living wit #jack murdock meanwhile is an intensively retrospective character that's meant to make you almost feel claustrophobic from how “close” his #narration style is. a lot of the actual message is conveyed through imagined scenarios and emotional recollection. he's a character steeped #in regret who has been torturing himself with it for years. yuuta's survival mechanism is isolation but jacks been yearning to get back wha #he lost for so long and dreaming of it that he's steeped in really vivid internal imaginings.#with jack you have multipage lamentations remembering his son buying cereal with him but yuuta drops the fact that his parents stopped #loving him at some point and it's not even the most important thing in the sentence. it's included as a qualifier because yuuta has accepte #so much of the bad things that happened to him when he shouldn't have whereas jack hasn't accepted ANYTHING that happened.#Yuuta uses a lot of very clean cut grammatically correct narration and jacks is riddled with a bunch of “ain't's” and grammatical errors.#he has an accent for lack of a better term. so you end up w/ two characters who convey information in different ways prioritize different #info in their sentences use different sentence structures etc. so megumi would have a /very different/ style and tone from yuutas that woul #sort of shape any fic that came through him because all of my fics are primarily shaped through the narrator's voice. it's also why I set #kind of hard lines about whether a fic can have any narrator or just specific narrators b/c it determines the whole tone.

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