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pt IV good omens but all i know is i watched three episodes on a stream with you all
Three hours being in a server with good omens fans in the wild *insert random emojis to sound like optimum clickbait youtuber except this ain't clickbait*
Okay I woke up. Before everything just WASHES out of my brain, I'm gonna describe whatever happened last night best as I can, because that's what I do.
Some of you were unable to attend the stream, and were sad. But don't worry I got you guys here's the rundown:
people joined the server. people were confused. i was afraid. i was assured that i should be, which was meant to comfort me.
people introduced themselves. someone said they had worked in a brothel as a bartender, which was cool, they said they had many stories. they did not elaborate for fear of scaring the newcomers. The newcomers, aka, me, were already scared, and it was not of the brothel stories.
I brought an emotional support orange with me. It looked uncomfortable. I thought it would be rotten. It was not, but we would not know that until later.
@thescholarlystrumpet entered fabulously, and started the stream.
i didn't realise the show had started for a good two minutes because there was a random voice over that was telling us about Earth's star sign (Libra) and somehow that didn't compute in my brain as being part of the episode. I thought we were checking audio.
It turned out, the episode had begun, and everyone was acting like this is a completely normal way for a show to start.
We time-jumped from the fall of man to modern day society so fast that I got whiplash.
There were a lot of orgasmic noises. I asked why. I was told in no uncertain terms that those were screams of labour. I'm sorry to everyone who has given birth ever.
There were three babies. I tried to keep track, it was hard. I thought the Antichrist won prizes for tropical fish. I was wrong.
I fell in love with Crowley and his hips and was very gay on the chat. This was heartily applauded.
I didn't realise an hour had passed when the episode ended, which it seemed was to be a common theme. I said nothing happened which everyone found funny for some reason.
I was very concerned about Armageddon. Everyone assured me that it would take place over the course of the season. I asked why we'd speedrun through millennia in five minutes but eight days took several episodes. I was a naive fool. Time is a social construct and this show cares not for social constructs.
They fucked up the mission. This was also to be a common theme.
I begged for a break and had to shake my head to try and get the brain rot out. I did not succeed.
The second episode commenced. The intro concerned me, because the cartoon Aziraphale looked pregnant or like a chicken. I asked if Crowley had impregnated him. He had not.
The pornography scene had to be replayed because I was so lost and had not relished it properly.
There was a lot of crying on the chat. Every few minutes someone would say a normal sentence in English and everyone would respond with crying emojis. Needless to say, I was concerned. This was also to be a common theme.
I asked why we were talking about random children. I was told it was The Them and they were the Antichrist's friends. I liked the hellhound.
I wanted to adopt the Antichrist, and grew more thirsty for Crowley every time he was a casual accessory to murder. I'm relying on this fandom not to use this as evidence with the cops. The chat was not reassuring, they said maybe.
I thirsted for Crowley more. This was also to be a common theme.
Aziraphale was very cute, I realised. That was nice. It was not nice when he had gay panic and said mean things to Crowley and they broke up. This was also to be a common theme.
I got so gay for Crowley that I ate the emotional support orange. It was gaseous. The chat was concerned, and everyone got excited every time oranges were mentioned after.
The third episode was a fucking roller coaster. Crowley and Aziraphale were your average high school couple but biblical for 6000 years.
Both were casual accessories to murder, and sometimes the cause of the murders, before going out for a date. Crowley got horny and he stopped listening every time Aziraphale ate. This was also to be a common theme.
The chat was keeping count of the husband breakups. This was not nice.
The Bentley was silver in many scenes, and people were forced to concede that they saw it. I was smug.
Crowley was sexy. She served gender, or as some people in the chat said, she served cunt. Her hairstyles got better and better. No one liked the 60s one. I did. I like everything she does. I love him.
Things happened. The fandom infected me. Someone mentioned how the book said Crowley felt lonely. I was near tears.
Crowley walked down the aisle for Aziraphale. We all were happy.
The book case, the thermos, the bandstand. I was broken.
Everyone said very emotional goodbyes.
I made a post on tumblr that was absolutely incomprehensible but accurately conveyed my love for Crowley. I fell asleep.
Same time next week, I believe.
I hope this was an adequate summary of the livestream for everyone, I am broken irreparably and if anyone mentions the bandstand I will have to start drinking and not stop till I get a happy ending. I cannot afford alcohol. I will ferment grapes myself if I have to.
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sashaforthewin · 1 year
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[Thank you to @avi17 for beta services, any remaining whoopsie-doodles are my own]
Steve Harrington pulled out his pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. He dropped the pack back into his pocket and then patted around himself for his lighter.
Fuck. He sighed.
It didn't matter how many gas station lighters he bought and stuck into the pockets of all his clothes, he somehow always ended up losing them immediately.
Talking around his cigarette, he turned to Eddie.
"Help me out here, man. Light me." He aimed the unlit cigarette at his friend.
"Yeah, gimme a sec," Eddie said as he put his acoustic guitar to the side and patted his own pocket. He pulled out a lighter and then reached over and plucked the cigarette from Steve's lips and placed it between his own and proceeded to light it. Then, once lit, he removed it and placed it back between Steve's lips.
Steve just stared, shocked.
What the hell was that? Who lit someone's cigarette that way?
By this point, Eddie had already gone back to messing around on his guitar, didn't seem to notice Steve's reaction at all.
"What was that?"
"You asked me to light your cigarette, I did," Eddie shrugged.
"You could've lit it while it was in my mouth."
"Consider it paying the toll."
Steve laughed at the audacity and got back to digging through Eddie's cassettes as he smoked.
That was the first time. But then it happened again. And again. And eventually it was just the natural way Steve smoked. More than once Steve had realized he did in fact have a lighter, right after Eddie had lit his.
And then once, Steve felt the lighter in his pocket and asked Eddie to light his anyway.
After that, he just stopped trying to carry lighters.
It wasn't until months in, when the habit had well and truly formed, that it happened in front of someone else.
Of course it was Nancy. Why wouldn't it be Nancy?
It was a momentary lapse in judgment. He was running on autopilot. Cigarette goes in mouth, ask Eddie to light him, Eddie takes his toll and puts the cigarette back in Steve's mouth. That's just how Steve's cigarettes get lit.
But then as he was taking his first drag, his eyes happened to catch on Nancy and the look on her face made his blood run cold.
With a barely detectable nod leftward from Nancy, Steve knew his presence was requested for a chat.
He let Eddie know he was helping Nancy get something down from a high shelf and would be right back, and then followed Nancy up to his dad's home office and shut the door quietly.
"What the hell was that!?"
"What, he was just lighting my cigarette," Steve said defensively.
"Are you two dating?"
"What? No!"
"It looked rather intimate."
"I mean, yeah, I guess it is. I dunno, it's just how Eddie lights people's cigarettes."
"He does this to other people?"
"I assume so," Steve shrugged, realizing he had only ever imagined Eddie lighting other people's cigarettes that way after the very first time. After that, he hadn't really circled back to the the thought but now that it was back, Steve found he didn't much like this mental image at all.
Some of what he was thinking must have shown on his face because Nancy gave him a look dripping with kindness and a sprinkling of pity.
"You like him."
"No."
"You like him."
"I don't."
"Steve. You like Eddie."
"...Shit," he cursed, looking off to the top of the bookshelves. Then he looked back at Nancy, seemingly miserable.
"What do I do, Nance?"
She thought about it a moment then shrugged. "Date him, I guess."
"I mean, clearly I'm gay for him, as you just rudely forced me to realize. But I don't even know if he would be willing or interested in dating men. Well, not men, just me."
"I think he is interested. He lights your cigarette in his own mouth."
"Yeah, but that's just paying the toll, Nance! It doesn't mean he likes me! You gotta tell me what to do soon or Eddie will think we are doing something up here. Come on, use that big nerd brain."
Nancy rolled her eyes, but smiled in amusement. "Fine. A simple experiment. Next time he smokes, you do too. See what he does when his lips are already busy. See you this evening, don't be late or we'll miss all the trailers."
And with that she grabbed a pack of printer paper and left the office. He heard her say goodbye to Eddie and then leave.
The rest of the day was spent waiting for Eddie to smoke, and as they say, a watched pot never boils.
Eventually, it was time to head out for the theater. Steve was on edge from trying to act like he was just hanging out with his friend in a normal way instead of obsessively watching him for clues and waiting for him to smoke.
Finally, when Eddie climbed into the passenger seat, he cranked the window a bit and lit his own cigarette. Steve waited a moment while waiting for the car to warm up, then pulled his own out and placed it to his lips.
"Light me?" Steve asked.
"Yep, I got you."
Eddie placed both hands on the edges of Steve's jaw and brought their faces together. Steve's heart nearly burst out of his chest thinking Eddie was going to kiss him, but then he realized Eddie was trying to position their cigarettes tip to tip. Steve snapped out of it and used his lips to help aim, then they both puffed in and out quickly a few times to pass the flame.
He cursed the flammability of thin paper wrappers when his cigarette caught and Eddie released his face. Steve felt fluttery from how unbelievably intimate and sensual that had felt. Not only had Eddie cupped his jaw, fingers bracketing his ears and fingertips in his hair, but it was also very easy to convince yourself someone is looking at your lips instead of your cigarette in such close proximity.
He took a moment to breathe, overwhelmed.
"Steve?"
"Yeah, should be good, just making sure the engine was warmed up." He threw the car in gear and backed out of the drive.
When they arrived, Nancy and Jonathan were waiting out front, huddled for warmth or because they were in love. In a Midwest winter it was hard to tell sometimes.
As soon as Nancy was in view, she and Steve had a nonverbal conversation with their eyes. She questioned, he answered, she looked exasperated, he shrugged.
As soon as they got their seats, Steve threw his coat down next to Eddie and announced he'd grab everyone's snacks if Nancy would help carry. Eddie and Jonathan both offered but Steve and Nancy shot them down and dashed off to chat.
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat, I'm a changed man, I'm never going to recover from that. I'm never going to let him smoke alone, either, even if this doesn't mean anything, at least I could relive that moment again and again!"
"I really think he likes you, but if you really want more proof, I'll think of something…"
After the movie, the four stood out back behind the theater, chatting about the film. Nancy watched Steve and Eddie talking excitedly to each other, unintentionally ignoring her and Jonathan. They were quite clearly so intimately comfortable with each other, there was no way they wouldn't be the perfect fit.
And then an idea came to her and she grabbed Jonathan by the shoulder and pulled him down to whisper in his ear.
He glanced nervously over at the two and then back to Nancy, then pulled out his cigarettes which had a lighter stuck down the clear foil, clearly visible, realized and shoved them back into his pocket awkwardly and fumbled to pull a cigarette out with the pack in his pocket.
"Hey Eddie, light me?"
"Sure," Eddie shrugged, tossing his lighter to Jonathan in an underhand throw, barely sparing the man a glance. Steve waited a very conservative five seconds before leaning in to kiss Eddie and Nancy was both pleased and embarrassed that Eddie responded by pressing Steve up against the wall by the dumpster.
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w0rmm1lk · 3 months
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Hi again!!! Could you do a M!reader x bakugou Where does Bakugou find out he's gay? he never worried about sexualities, and after meeting the reader he discovered that he liked guys and started ignoring him for fear of being rejected 😭 but then at the end the reader admits that he is pansexual and is in love with Bakugou and has a fluff ending!!!
les gooooo im so happy im getting so many requests tbh--
characters: Bakugo
reader: Male
summary: every since Y/n walked into that class bakugo immediately knew he hated(fell in love with) him.
warnings: coming out, swearing, hinted shinkami
other details: bakugo being in denial about being in the closet, Pan!reader, fluff, confession.
les gooo
(hope you dont mind the headcannon format! trying to get through my requests and headcannons make it easier :') )
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-this man fell head over heels for you the second you stepped in the door. you could feel his face heating up just at the sight.
-of course, like any other person bakugos first thought was, "Oh I probably fucking hate this guy if I'm reacting like this right?"
-no.
-you both got to know each other better due to being paired up in training a lot.
-bakugo was honestly annoyed with himself to learn he didn't hate you, he wanted to be "friends"
-yep.
-he swears just friends.
-you two hung out a lot, mostly with the others.
-others being; Kirishima, denki, sero, and Mina, yknow the group.
-the topic of Bakugo possibly having a crush didn't pop up until a bit after school one day. Bakugo was forcibly dragged along with the rest of the group to go to a restaurant together.
-kaminari was ranting about some purple-haired mind controller he was crushing on.
-bakugo didn't think much of it until Mina pointed out one thing.
-"You know, the way you talk about shinsou and what you guys do together sounds awfully a lot like Bakugo and Y/N..."
-"Wait! You're totally right! bakugo do you like him?!"
-"he totally likes him!"
-they were both met with a small explosion of anger and almost real explosions to the face.
-"im not gay!"
-everyone just kinda stared at him in disbelief for a second.
-finally, sero actually spoke up to break the silence.
-"Wait... youre not...?"
-ultiple explosions were fired causing the group to get kicked from the store.
-once they got back to the dorms bakugo immediately shut himself into his room.
-he was intending to actually sleep but his mind was clouded purely with thoughts of You..
-he actually began questioning himself.
-the next day bakugo couldn't keep his brain from focusing on you.
-he noticed every time you spoke, sighed, yawned, walked, breathed, he was way too focused.
-he tried to keep his mind off of you.
-it was all fine until kirishima was trying to talk to him.
-'bakugo you're listening right?"
-"..."
-"bakugo?"
-"..."
-"hey man--- you good-?"
-it took a few moments before kirishima looked to see what bakugo was so focused on.
-Y/N.
-he was staring you down.
-"ohhhhh, yknow, I'm starting to think Mina and kaminari were right-"
-somehow that out of everything snapped bakugo out of his thoughts.
-"I don't like him!"
-kirishima stiffled a laugh
-"Uh-huh, sureeeee you don't."
-bakugo had a weird look on his face as he turned back to look at you.
-his ears turned a bright red when you noticed him staring and smiled slightly in his direction.
-kirishima looked between you two for a moment.
-"okay kaminari and mina were definitely right."
-"For the last time shitty hair- Im not gay!'
-class a was lucky with how high quality these desks were, otherwise, bakugos would have been burnt to a crisp with that explosion that came out of his hands.
-bakugos small fit of yelling caught a lot of students' attention, usually they ignored bakugos rants but this one seemed to interest a few.
-"uh-huh."
-"I- why are you looking at me like that! go die."
-he shoved past kirishima leaving the room.
-you assumed he had left for the dorms.
-you learned just how wrong you were when you left the classroom and immediately someone grabbed your hand dragging you to a slightly secluded area behind the school.
-"...bakugo?'
-he didn't reply and shoved you against the wall. you could feel your face heat up at the position but then you realised Bakugo's expression.
-he was pissed
-like, if you don't run then just pray for your survival pissed.
-"The hell is with your quirk!? it's making me feel all weird these past few months!"
-"Bakugo the hell are you talking about--"
-"Your quirk dumbass! it-- it's making me feel all these weird emotions whenever I look at you- i- it makes me feel warm in shit! like- like I actually like you! So tell me! What the hell is your quirk!?"
-you didn't know whether to laugh or confess at this point.
-"Bakugo- my quirk is (quirk), which is very much not related to what you're feeling--"
-you could see bakugos whole face flush red.
-yet for once he didnt look mad, he looked almost embarrassed.
-his mind was racing with thoughts realizing; "oh shit I'm actually gay."
-there was a very long awkward pause. you could see Bakugo's thoughts racing purely in his expression.
-after almost a minute he finally spoke up.
-"Then.. go out with me dumbass."
-What he said caught you by surprise, your face heating up at these words.
-"Wait what--
-"I said go out with me! Are you deaf or just not interested!?"
-"I mean I am interested... just- a little surprised that's all."
-he pulled away so you weren't shoved against the wall anymore.
-"It's late as hell- let's get back to the dorms."
-"Ah! right-"
-"Of course someone like you is gay."
-"I'm pan.. but- close enough I guess."
-"What the hell does that mean?!"
-not only did you learn about Bakugo's feelings towards you. you also learned he had no clue about the large list of sexualities outside of gay and straight.
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ngl struggles once again, mainly with the confession part
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niftukkun · 9 months
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New from RECAP Weekly!!! An Exclusive Interview from Hermitopia's Emperor?!?
for the third week of @shepscapades ’s hermitcraft character design event, i offer grian as an empires smp member!
ok so first off, that head. thats just p03 from inscryption. but grian. it fits! but also! go play inscryption go go its on sale Right Now (until june 30) go play it its so good then go watch this video afterwards join my fandom please please please join us
ok back to hermpires! so i originally was gonna take an empire from s2 and just insert grian into it, but while browsing through the esmp s2 wiki i came across/remembered hermitopia and my brain went yep! this one. so i thought a bit about what grian would do if he was an empires smp member and how hermitopia would happen, and i think grian would crash the economy on purpose. i mean it almost already happened when the hermitpires crossover happened so i dont think im too far off. i think grian originally exported something simple, like maybe sugarcanes or mud, something easy to farm yknow, but then i dunno got bored or something so he made a couple more farms. then kept making more farms. then the hermitopia we all know and love happened!
actually maybe hermitopia isnt grians first empire. i think grian has a separate empire but decided to invite his friends to help him make some farms and then it just kept going. then hermitopia happened. i like the collaboration aspect of hermitopia so i think thats how that happens. hermitopia isnt necessarily grian's but its under his command so it gets called his. (isnt there a word for this? was it vassalage? i think its vassalage)
with that in mind i went with a robot-y grian because grumbot and a snazzy cool suit because business man (sidenote im looking over my pre art notes and one of them is just capitalism man and. yeah! not wrong). i gave him more steampunk-y wings than the usual feathery ones cause that fit better. i gave him a crown not really sure why but it fits since without it the design was more Just A Guy but with it he's more Emperor yknow. the buttons have a g on it because he would and an (attempted) gold trim cause that looked nice and fancy. originally he was gonna have four wings cause fun fact four wings is part of my base grian design but four wings kind of crowded the drawing so i didnt include them (sad) and i also didnt include the tail hes supposed to have because i couldnt find a good way to add it in with the pose. but in my heart he has both four wings and a tail
now why magazine style artwork? i 'unno. i thought itd look cool. and it does!! it looks SO cool!!! im so proud of it. recap magazine!! because of course im gonna make a hermitcraft recap reference are you kidding me recap is practically already a magazine reporting what gossip is happening on the hermitcraft server on any given week. its very specifically volume 9 issue 34 because thats when the crossover happened season 9 week 34 babey we love little esoteric details hell yeah!! i looked up how magazine covers work and its supposed to be like, main article big and smaller supporting side articles just kinda floating around so i did that!! and i made them funney references because of course i did! local bard catches scurvy because you cannot convince me that oli orionsound would not catch scurvy he would. does god is gay is a reference to that does bruno mars is gay nonsense article that makes me laugh everytime specifically in reference about mr smallish bean because he. has so many children. and none of them as far as i know from the lady server members theyre all lovechilds from gay lovers its hysterical and hilarious. quit your job join our sun cult is about the dawn empire because thatse the vibe that empire gives me and i think its funny. also!! thats hermitopia!! in the background!! i got the image off of the empires smp wiki and just Biggen'd it and it makes a bomb ass background hell yeah ^-^!!
also version with no text here lookit it!!
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whiskersz · 1 month
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Hi! I was curious if you were open to writing a little bit of angst/fluff with Angel Dust who is with a transmasc reader who is having a really hard time with his gender dysphoria bc of how many people have told him things like "you'll never be a real man" among other bad transphobic things, and the reader is just in a really bad headspace since Angel is gay and he thinks he doesn't really like him since he's not a "real man" and it ends with Angel comforting him and reassuring him? (totally not projecting at alllllllll. Please don't feel pressured to write anything on this if it makes you uncomfortable though!)
Hello! Of course I came up with something for you, as I am transmasc myself so I could really throw all of my thoughts in there and make this somewhat realistic, ahah!
WARNING for : transphobia and heavy dysphoria - Angel is here to the rescue though :)
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Heart to Heart
A date.
Your lovely boyfriend, Angel, had invited you on a little intimate date in his room for Valentine’s day; just you, him, cosy clothes, a sappy movie playing on TV and a few snacks to chew on during the evening. Usually you wouldn’t be against this at all, it actually sounds like a wonderful night, throw in there a couple kisses and one might even call it perfect – but as of right now, everything you’re trying on looks wrong.
The first shirt you try on looks wrong, your favourite sweater looks wrong, the overly comfortable sweater Angel himself gifted you for your first year anniversary looks and feels wrong. Actually, the right words for it would be that none of these make you look flat on the chest enough.
No matter how much you tuck the top part of your outfit into your pants, or how much you try to adjust your chest into your already uncomfortable binder – just like those assholes had said under the pictures you posted on your social media earlier in the day, you will never look like nor be a real man.
It’s okay though, because there’s at least one person who would never doubt your identity in this Hell of a place, and that person is your boyfriend, Angel.
...right?
With a deep breath, you open your wardrobe for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, and carefully scan your options. You have your mind set on changing your whole outfit, not just the top part, now.
The pair of pants Charlie gifted you a while ago, hoping they’d be the right size since she only asked you about it once: while you manage to wear them on most days, they’re too much on the skinny side today, they show your hips’ shape and you don’t like it. Are they even masculine enough?
That one sweatshirt you just got, the one that’s your favourite color: it’s just too tight, it’s going to show your binder bump. As if there’s a way to fully hide that.
You could wear comfortable shorts – no, they’d reveal too much, show the shapes that a real man shouldn’t have. And that your boyfriend especially would not want to see tonight.
While rummaging through your wardrobe even more you try to keep your mind away from any thought of Angel not accepting you for who you are; it wouldn’t make sense, you’ve been dating for a while now, and surely he wouldn’t be so dumb to keep the relationship going if he didn’t like his partner.
He has also expressed how much he loves you many times in the past, showed signs of affection he denies others, accepted your affection countless times.
And yet, something in your brain just isn’t right today. All because of a few rude comments. How stupid can you be?
You give one last glimpse at the mirror on your right, eyeing the body you’ve grown accustomed to hate. But tonight it seems like your hatred is even more persistent than usual.
You love Angel so much, there’s no denying that. You wish you could just dress up and get out of your room. It’s probably too late anyways at this point, you’ve spent an eternity looking for the perfect outfit that doesn’t exist without even looking at the time, and now it’s too late to even try to show up in front of his room.
Three distinct knocks at your door distract you from your negative thoughts;
“Sugar? Are you still in there?”
It’s Angel’s voice, it holds a preoccupied tone. With a quick look at the clock you realize it’s been past half an hour since the original time for your date.
You reply, meek and defeated; “Yes, sorry I’m late.”
“It’s okay, can I open the door?”
You can’t help but notice how gentle and careful he sounds when he talks to you, in comparison to how he talks to others; it gives you the courage to answer his question, though you still hide your body with your arms as much as you can before doing so.
“Yes, come in.”
Anthony carefully steps inside, his brows furrowed in concern though he manages a soft smiles as soon as he spots you sitting on your bed.
“Hey Toots, I was worried you know? You’re still choosing your outfit? Ha-“
Before he can finish his sentence you blurt out yours without thinking about it twice, your eyes barely holding in tears;
“Anthony, I know this is stupid because you literally just invited me on a date but- do you actually like me? I was just thinking...”
There’s a pause as you’re struggling to find the right words. Your boyfriend knows to wait until you’ve found them, so he gives you a few seconds to formulate your sentence.
“...This.” you gesture at yourself, your body; “Are you okay with this? I’m not a real man, can’t even get top surgery yet. I’m sorry, it’s just...hard to believe that you would see me as one sometimes, especially today.”
You struggle to look into his eyes, fearing his response, but once you find the guts to do so you’re met with nothing but love in them. Anthony pulls you closer with one of his arms, and you immediately find comfort into the warmth his body emanates, letting your tears finally roll down your cheeks.
“Baby, I’ve got to say,” he chuckles, “That is a bit silly, of course I’m okay with you being trans. We’ve been dating for what, a year? And almost three months, I’m so good at remembering – I wouldn’t be with you for this much if I wasn’t okay with it. The only thing I would be is a huge dick actually.”
With the arm that’s lovingly draped across your back he lightly shakes you around at the end of his sentence, which makes you smile.
“So...” you trail off, shyness suddenly taking over.
“Yes, I love you and I think you’re very handsome. Kiss?”
You’re a little surprised by the question in such a moment, but you’d never deny your lover a kiss especially after he comforted you on a subject you feel very vulnerable on. Once you nod though, you’re surprised to find out that Anthony’s little kisses end up landing on your tear stained cheeks, as if this was his way of drying them up.
“I love you too!” you return between giggles and kisses.
He pulls you into a hug, enveloping you with all his four arms, and you bury your face into his chest – he’s wearing what you consider to be his softest sweater, a pink chenille one he always wears when he wants to be both comfortable and cute.
“You still wanna watch something together? You can take some time to pick something comfortable, darlin’.” He reassures you after a while, and you accept his proposal.
You decide to let him stay as you look through your wardrobe with a clearer mind now, even though sometimes you still let an occasional ‘this would make me look less masculine’ slip out. But Anthony always has the right remark to make you feel sliiightly better;
“See, I didn’t pick this because it’s too... tight. Too bad since it’s one of my favourites.”
“Don’t let that stop ya handsome, you’ve got me drooling and looking at you with heart eyes whenever you wear it.”
You can’t help but laugh at that one, though.
“Hey! I’m serious!!”
“Shush Tony! Don’t make me laugh when the rest of the hotel is sleeping!”
You do settle on something warm after a while, and with your boyfriend offering you encouraging words and looks it takes you half the time. He reassures you once again that he loves you before you two leave your room to go relax in his – it’s much more equipped for this kind of thing, being filled with plushies and fuzzy blankets -.
You spend a lovely little Valentine’s Day together, with your limbs intertwined and exchanging little kisses once in a while. Anthony has the cute habit of giving you one on the forehead every single time the characters on screen share one, you find this and many other things about him very endearing... just as he does with you and your habits.
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AITA for sort of wanting to break up with my boyfriend
okay so I [18M] met this guy [18M] back in january through an accepted college students group chat. We got to talking and found out we had a lot of similar interests, plus we live in the same city so we were able to hang out occasionally. We were even each other's prom dates (though both times were "as friends") However, after my prom he drove me home and ended up asking me out, saying he'd had a crush on me for a while and just had to tell me. I told him that I would love to date him, but that I had to tell him something first. I'm a stealth trans man, which means everyone I'd met and hung out with around him had assumed I was cis. So had this guy. I asked if that would be a problem, as he identified as gay and some gay men just aren't into trans men. He responded and said he didn't think it would be. Well, flash forward a month and I was on an out of town trip with him and several of his friends. As the only couple on the trip we were also sharing a room. And for context we'd made out but nothing more. The night before we left, he asked "hey, can we talk about something real quick?" I said sure, and he went "so, you know how I'm gay, right?" to which I thought oh no. I know where this is going. And basically he ended up saying that he didn't think he'd be comfortable doing anything sexual with me because he's "only into cock" but also that he'd be okay 'receiving' sexual acts, just not 'giving.' I was pretty stunned because I hadn't been thinking of that stuff really at all (it was literally the day after our one month anniversary. it was all still pretty new) and I said as much, but that I thought it would definitely be a problem in the future. He then freaked out and said that because he has OCD vague statements like that mess up his brain and basically send it into overdrive, so would I please say that it wouldn't ever be a problem (which I did.) I didn't see him for almost a month after that because he went out of the country, but I was definitely more reserved with the way I talked to him, prompting him to ask many times if he was annoying me and sort of catastrophize about our relationship (sent me a text asking if our LOVE was FADING.) I eventually ended up talking to him about it all over the phone and he immediately apologized saying that he knew as soon as he had said it that it was an asshole thing to say. Then he went into a tangent about how he actually views sex and romance as two different things and thinks sex is super degrading and dehumanizing, and how he thinks our love is this "pure and wholesome" thing (actual words.) He did say that he would be willing to try things with me but I don't want him to force anything on his end regarding sexual stuff, because it is totally okay if he doesn't want to have sex with me, it just means I don't want to stay in a relationship with him. But he keeps going on and on about how much he loves me and how I've changed him into a better person (and also how SCARED he is that I'll break up with him????) and so I feel guilty wanting to break up, especially because I did like him a lot before all this but now it's just so stressful and I don't know what to do. And that's where the "am *I* the asshole" bit comes in because I have been really sort of neglecting him, responding to messages late, not being super enthusiastic about talking to him, just being a bad boyfriend tbh. And of course the cherry on top is that we're going to college together in a month. Okay tumblr please help me what do you think
What are these acronyms?
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museofthepyre · 2 months
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Did a fun Q&A thing on insta about my ocs, here are the highlights, lore and shit! For context I am writing this into a horror-ish book as we speak. Brewing my dastardly schemes (gay tragedy).
Q: Is Eden also a cannibal?
A: Eden isn't a cannibal in the way Harlow is. I mean he eats people but only because Harlow's cooking is too good to turn down /hj. Eden's thing is... kinda the opposite.
He's slowly being consumed by the rot that's festering within him, a manifestation of hatred and shame. To him love is consumption, and he is inedible. Insert vulture metaphor here w Harlow. For every rotting corpse there is a very greatful vulture who will look past the decay, and see your worth. Eden is ultimately finished off by something that loves him, a consumptive love, unconditional and indiscriminate.
Q: ABOUT THE ROT, HOW DOES IT WORK? HOW IS IT AFFECTING HIM??
A: This rot is really the only story element that isn't totally grounded in reality. It's an illness that's a manifestation of his self hatred/ repression/ internalized shame- not an actual condition.
It appears at first like it just affects his chest- but it’s been slowly burrowing deep into his body. Its spreading like roots/ mycillium through his flesh and will finish him off in one foul swoop once it's finished spreading.
In the meantime, it manifests like a chronic illness- his muscles are all atrophied and he feels constantly drained of life. It's taking small pieces of flesh to sustain itself while it spreads (the chest cavity is the result of that-though the REAL damage is invisible. It's the ticking time bomb roots beneath the seemingly unaffected surface). It functions like a slow acting Chronic Wasting Disease (aka zombie deer disease, humans can't get it in reality, but it was the inspiration)
Q: What happened when Harlow discovered Eden was a guy
A: Eden is trans, and closeted in his life. Harlow is the first person he ever discusses his truth with.
At first, Harlow was just kinda... confused? Transness is not a concept he was familiar with. At ALL. The idea alone was completely unheard of to him. Again this is the Bible Belt in the 8os, the area so rarely encountered visible transness- trans people existed of course, but so many stayed hidden to survive. The roaring tre of bigotry did not have much tuel in that regard... no trans people to propagandize against. It was not on the public's vitriolic radar. In that way, Harlow hadn't developed the knee-jerk reaction of hatred... he was more fascinated than anything, but it did challenge him to understand at first.
Unlike his journey with accepting homosexuality this was not so much a task of unlearning as it was just... learning.
Also Eden's whole rotting thing adds another layer to this Harlow is stupid and takes everything VERY literally- he thought Eden's condition must be divinely brought.
Harlow saw a gift from God, a rare flower planted in inhospitable soil, wilting before it ever got the chance to bloom. Like the angels sent to Sodom and Gamorrah in human disguises, to test the townspeople's virtue. To present them with something foreign yet beautiful, to judge their inherent goodness based on how they treat it. Like in the biblical story, the townspeople were so vile and inhospitable that it endangered the angels and forced them to leave, burning down the town behind them. Harlow saw this as prophecy. He was eager to get to the “burning down the town” part.
Part of my motivation for incorporating that specific biblical story is SPITE btw since so many people use it to justify homophobia. Reverse uno idiots. I'm putting you in my GAY BOOK as a metaphor for hateful queerphobic societies.HA!
Q: Describe the rot in Eden's chest in sensory detail (texture smell “cause" etc) I want rot details!!
A: I used CWD and necrotizing fasciitis as building blocks for this thing... starts in the brain, spreads like roots through the body, eating away at muscle and skin as it does. Once it's fully spread, it'd rapidly worsten and bring death within a matter of hours.
In the meantime it sustains itself off of non-fatal bits of flesh (his chest here, since it's a manifestation of self hatred and all, and dysphoria is a bitch). It is an open wound so it'd feel scabby and it is perpetually weeping... which is how Harlow finds out about it so quickly (seeps through white nightgown after being left unbandaged for a few nights). He would also have to take care to hide the smell of decay
It advances throughout the story and by the end there's barely any soft tissue left on his chest, nothing alive anyways. The final overtake begins, and his organs enter the early stages of consumption (which happens very rapidly in one foul swoop). That's when they decide it's time for boy dinner!
Q: How smart are they
A: GREAT QUESTION! HARLOW IS FUCKING STUPID. LIKE not only does he lack emotional intelligence entirely, but he's also very impulsive and reckless. The ONLY reason he's getting away with his murders is because the society around him has shot itself in the foot with its homophobia. Noooobody is suspicious of him for the string of missing attractive dudes. They're looking for a "vengeful woman" profile, or possibly a "debt collector with many social connections" or something. Not some solitary redneck who barely shows his face in town and is very polite and quiet when he does. He appears, in all respects, like a normal guy in public.
Once they have mutual blackmail (and also start caring about each other)... Eden realizes that if Harlow gets caught, he's fucked too. So partially for the sake of self-preservation, and... partially out of pity for this stupid stupid man... Eden starts to help him cover up.
Harlow is pretty disillusioned as to how society functions as a whole, since he grew up pretty far from it. Eden is the opposite, he was suffocated by it and learned how to be sneaky as a result. Eden is very good at getting people to trust him, he's good at lying, he's good at acting. Thing is, he's overly trusting to his own detriment. He's desperate for genuine connection and easily deceived himself. He's bad at reading people.
Q: What happened to Harlow's mom?
A: Harlow's mother died due to complications during childbirth. He never had a maternal figure in his life, he was raised as an only child by his father, who had become calloused and would never remarry. Harlow dropped out of high school and kept to himself at his house/ in nature after that very isolated from society. Considering all this... he not only lacked a maternal figure, but any female influence... at all. Which manifested as this warped and idolized understanding of women as a whole
He thought of women in a very high and almost mystified regard- like how a child would imagine a mythical creature. One massive blank filled in by a clueless imagination. He respected them greatly, he feared them like gods, and he felt a need to repent to them as such. He never properly processed the guilt he felt over his mothers death-largely thanks to his father's handling of it. This guilt left him feeling indebted, like he owed the world for what he “took", like if he ever so much as inconvenienced another woman it would be an irredeemable sin.
This all sounds like it comes from a good place, but it's really all just deluded naivety this is not a positive trait of Harlow's. It contributed a lot to his toxic masculinity, the pressure he put on himself to "be a man", etc.
He's not a white knight, he's a cowardly dog.
This is why he didn't just kill Eden on the spot after being caught, he needed to make sure...)
MORE TO COME IM SURE I LOVE GETTING QUESTIONS ABOUT THESE FREAKS IF ANYONE HERE HAS ANY
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super-cosmic-library · 10 months
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Part 3
part 2, part 1, ao3
It was 7:31, and Eddie was nowhere to be found. Steve peeked out the blinds once again to confirm that Eddie’s van hadn’t pulled up since the last time he checked less than a minute ago.
He hadn’t gotten any texts from Eddie about being late, and Eddie did have his number. Their text chain with his strangely chosen emojis and overuse of ellipsis proved it.
Was he being stood up? Did it still count as being stood up if it wasn’t technically a date?
He checked his phone again. 7:32. No new messages.
He was overthinking things. Eddie was probably stuck in traffic, and just being a safe driver by not updating Steve. He would show up.
7:33, Steve checked the blinds again. He was going to go crazy doing this. He could just tell. Already, the little Steves inside his head were running around, hurling themselves at the walls of his brain and contemplating setting fire to the filing cabinets that held all the information he knew about Eddie.
Steve flung himself over the back of the couch. Guess it didn’t matter if his hair got messed up. It looked like he wasn’t going to be going anywhere tonight. Might as well start boiling some water to make mac and cheese for one.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Steve bolted to his feet. All thoughts of despair dissolved as he made his way to the door, running his fingers through his ruined hair. Just before he opened the door, he took a look in the mirror his mom had hung in the entryway. He could definitely tell that he had landed directly on his hair when he flopped on the couch, but he chalked that up to knowing what it had looked like before his wallowing. To anyone else, he looked fine. He didn’t want to look fine. He wanted to look stunning. But there was nothing he could do about it now.
He took a deep, grounding breath, and opened the door.
He deflated. Standing on the doorstep was none other than Chrissy Cunningham.
“Hey, Steve . . . oh, are you okay?”
His disappointment must have been evident on his face. He forced a bright smile. Chrissy was always the friendly ray of sunshine type of girl. She didn’t deserve to deal with any of his moodiness. “Yeah, I’m okay. I was just expecting Eddie.”
Chrissy’s brow furrowed. “He told me he texted you that I was coming. His engine won’t start, so I offered to drive all of us.”
Steve opened up the text chain between him and Eddie. He had no new messages since that afternoon.
Eddie: Can’t wait for tonight! *water gun emoji* *creepy, dead-eyed smiley face emoji*
Steve: Prepare to get your ass beat
“I didn’t get any texts.” Steve showed Chrissy his phone screen.
“That’s strange. Maybe he forgot to press send. He does that sometimes.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Steve hadn’t realized that Chrissy and Eddie were so close. Playing laser tag together was one thing. She could be friends with any of the guys in his band. But close enough to be familiar with his text patterns?
Jealousy began to gnaw at his insides. Were the two of them dating? Was his reading of Eddie wrong? Was he not gay? Did Eddie have a crush on Chrissy?
Steve scolded himself for being biphobic. Of course, Eddie could be interested in Chrissy and still like boys. He was interested in Eddie and still found girls attractive. Besides, Eddie had every right to be into Chrissy. It wasn’t like he and Steve were an item, no matter how many daydreams Steve had that they were.
“So, you ready to go pick up Eddie, or are you just going to keep staring off into space?”
“Right, sorry,” Steve shook the fog of jealous thoughts away. “Let’s go.”
Steve should have expected that Chrissy drove a mom car. Perfect for toting her cheerleader friends to and from games. It made sense. He didn’t know why he had assumed it would be some sort of vanity car. Probably had something to do with the resentment he still held for people like Tommy and Carol and Billy and the Carver brothers.
It was really nice inside. She had put some pastel pink and glittery stickers on the visors and the dashboard. A little disco ball hung from the rearview mirror. She even had one of those flower-shaped vent clips from Bath and Body Works that was emitting some sort of mouthwatering peachy fragrance.
One of the stickers caught his eye. Hope pulsed through him. “Chrissy, are you a lesbian?”
“Hmm?”
Steve pointed to the lesbian pride flag sticker stuck next to the glove box.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, I thought it was common knowledge.”
“Guess I missed the announcement.”
“Wasn’t so much of an announcement as it was a rumor my dick ex spread around school after I dumped him. I didn’t even know I was a lesbian at the time, but because of the rumor, I started to think about my identity more. Which led me to realize he was right.” Chrissy said it all so matter-of-fact like she wasn’t bothered by her ex unintentionally outing her anymore.
If it had happened to him, Steve would have definitely started beef with the person who outed him. Maybe even some sort of long cold war that would have lasted at least five years after graduation. Maybe longer. Probably longer. It shed light on how much better of a person Chrissy was. Still.
“What a dick,” he replied as she pulled out of his driveway.
She snorted. “Absolutely.”
The two continued to make conversation as they drove across town to Eddie’s. Steve asked her about school and cheerleading and her parents and her dating life. Turned out, they had quite a lot in common. Chrissy was just as passionate about cheerleading as he had been about basketball. Her parents, specifically her mom, had outrageously unrealistic expectations for her that were claimed to be born out of wanting the best for her. Steve had scoffed at that. For him, it was his dad, and he knew that it was more about the image of the parents than genuine care about their kid’s happiness.
The topic that interested him the most by far was her dating life. Like Steve, she had been dating around (as much as she could, what with them living in Bumfucknowhere, Indiana, and the supply of sapphics was abysmal), but hadn’t been able to find exactly what she was looking for.
“It’s starting to feel like I’m never going to find anyone,” she lamented. “Which, I know, is absolutely crazy. After all, I’m only seventeen, and I have so much more time to find the right person. But date after failed date, it’s starting to feel . . .”
“Hopeless?”
“Exactly!”
“I get it. I feel that way too, and my dating pool is twice the size of yours.”
“Bragger.”
He chuckled at that. It was the kind of quip Robin might say. A lightbulb went off in his head. “Do you know Robin Buckley?”
Chrissy pressed her lips, forehead scrunching up in thought. “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t say I do.”
“She’s kind of hard to miss. Short brownish blonde hair. About a million freckles. Plays trumpet in the band. Doesn’t know when to shut up.”
Steve watched as Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I think I know who you’re talking about. She wears all those rings and doodles on her Converse.”
“That’s her!”
“She’s cute,” Chrissy said in a softer voice, almost like she was afraid to admit it out loud.
“The cutest,” he agreed. “And she’s a total nervous wreck around girls, so she’s helplessly single. You'd have to make the first move.”
“Are you trying to set me up?”
“Depends. Are you interested?”
“Maybe.”
They rolled to a stop in front of Eddie’s trailer, finding the man himself waiting for them on the porch steps. Eddie snubbed out his cigarette and leaped to his feet. Chrissy unlocked the car doors, so he could take his place in the back seat.
“I thought I had permanent shotgun privileges,” he whined as he shuffled to the middle of the bench.
“Not anymore. Steve’s setting me up with Trumpet Girl.”
“Steve knows Trumpet Girl?”
“Trumpet Girl?” Steve asked, ignoring Eddie’s question. “You have a nickname for Robin?”
Chrissy blushed and shrunk in on herself. “I may have been checking her out all year. I really only see her at pep rallies and games, so I never learned her name.”
“So, Steve gets permanent shotgun privileges now because he’s setting you up with someone? Didn't I set you up with Jeff’s cousin and my physics lab partner?”
“You did, but you also didn’t text Steve that I’d be picking him up tonight, which was very rude of you.”
“What? I did too text him!” Eddie unlocked his phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Yeah, see. Here it is.”
Steve took the phone from him. He had certainly sent the text to “Steve;” however, examining the previous texts and opening the contact for “Steve” instantly cleared things up. “You sent this to the wrong Steve.”
“What?” Eddie took the phone back from him and deflated. “Shit, I texted Steve the owner of the Hideout, not Steve ‘the hair.’ Fuck.”
Steve watched in amusement as Eddie sent out a quick apology text to the other Steve.
“You’ve really got to start paying more attention to who you’re texting,” Chrissy scolded. “I keep getting texts from you that are clearly meant for Gareth or Jeff. And we don’t even have similar names!”
“Sometimes I’m texting multiple people, and I get confused! Not my fault phones are difficult.”
“They’re really not.”
“They are too. Steve, back me up.”
Steve, who had been staring out the window, watching as they left Hawkins, glanced between Chrissy and Eddie. “Well, I understand the whole Steve/Steve thing, but the previous texts should have clued you in that it wasn’t me you were texting.”
Eddie squawked in protest.
“But,” Steve continued. “While the texting multiple people at the same time thing is also understandable, you should still be double-checking who you are texting before pressing send.”
“Chrissy, pull over. I’m going to walk.”
“Quit being a sore loser. You know we’re right.”
Eddie pulled at his seat belt like he was trying to take it off but had forgotten how. “Pull over!”
Chrissy rolled her eyes as she turned them into a parking lot. “Quit whining, we’re here.”
Eddie figured out how to unlock his seat belt, and was already storming out of the car.
Chrissy shook her head, shooting Steve an exasperated look. “Why do I even put up with him?”
“I don’t think I have an answer for you,” he grinned back.
Eddie and the Corroded Coffin guys were already waiting in the lobby by the time he and Chrissy entered the building. It was one of those arcade/bowling alley/laser tag places that also had a sports bar and a pizza parlor. It was . . . a lot to take in. Neon lights flashed over the fluorescent blue confetti-speckled carpet. Kids were running around screaming their heads off, and the people their age were no better. The whole place smelled like pizza dough and body odor.
It took Eddie placing a hand on Steve’s elbow to realize he was being talked to. Even then, it was hard to focus on his words, what with his skin tingling at the contact.
“Steve, this is Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. Guys, this is Steve.”
“We know.”
“Why is he here, again?”
“He is here to play laser tag with us. I know our stance on preps, but Steve is actually pretty cool. So no fighting.”
Steve knew he had been kind of a bitch in high school, but he didn’t realize he had been bad enough for these guys to stare at him like he was a dead, bloated rodent on the sidewalk. If he was honest, he couldn’t even remember any of them. So, maybe he did say something nasty to one of them, but he was nowhere near as bad as Billy and Tommy had been. At least, he hoped he hadn’t been.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I ever said anything to you guys in high school.” Better to apologize right off the bat. Get rid of any bad blood right off the bat. “I’m not going to excuse my past behavior, but I am trying to do better.”
“Damn it, Harrington,” Jeff exclaimed. “You’re going to make me feel bad for when I beat you at laser tag.’
“What?”
“I’m not,” Gareth chimed in. He glanced at Steve. “Just a heads up, we’re going to be taking our resentment for you and your jock buddies out on you tonight.”
“Hope you’re good at dodging,” Grant said.
“I’m confused,” Steve looked to Eddie and Chrissy for help.
“I may have told them they could be on a team together, so they can all go after you,” Eddie said.
“What?”
“The people you hung out around in high school were really awful to them. This was the only thing I could think of to keep them from leaving once I told them you were joining.” Eddie shrugged, giving him a what-can-you-do look. “Besides, you, me, and Chris can be on the same team.”
Steve was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping to go toe to toe against Eddie. To have all of Eddie’s wild energy directed at him and solely him . . .
However, if it made Eddie’s friends comfortable, he could suck it up.
They strapped themselves into their vests (Gareth, Jeff, and Grant on the green team, and Steve, Eddie, and Chrissy on the blue team), and just barely paid attention to the bored-looking employee as he explained the rules. The employee had Gareth, Jeff, and Grant go into the arena first, making Steve, Eddie, and Chrissy wait behind to give the others time to get to their base.
“Game plan: me and Steve will go after the guys’ base, while Chrissy protects ours.”
“What! We always make the new guy guard the base. Why do I have to?”
“Chris, you sprained your ankle.”
“That was weeks ago!”
“And you’re still limping,” Eddie pointed out. “You shouldn’t be running around. It’ll put more strain on it, while you’re still trying to heal.”
“I’m fine!” Chrissy protested.
“Chris,” Eddie put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. “If you injure yourself even more, you’ll have to sit out of cheerleading for the rest of the season. You don’t want that, do you?”
She huffed. “No.”
“Then stop trying to push yourself. We all already know you’re a badass at this. You have no one to prove yourself to. Right, Steve?”
Steve hadn’t seen Chrissy play yet, but he did recognize this type of self-destructive behavior. There had been many nights where Robin had been on one obsessive deep dive or another, where he had to practically drag her to bed because she claimed she didn’t need sleep to function. He remembered when Max had broken her leg skateboarding, and insisted that she didn’t need crutches. It had taken the whole party--as the kids deemed themselves--to convince her to use them. Even then, it had been Will's offer to paint flames and skulls on her crutches to get her to relent. So, Steve knew how to be persuasive when it came to others taking care of themselves.
“You’re like the scariest one out of all of us. We need you on the base to prevent the guys from even wanting to approach it.” He didn’t actually know if she had an intimidating bone in her body. However, he was friends with Nancy Wheeler, and she didn’t seem all that terrifying until you crossed her. Then, she was an absolute menace. He could envision this sweet girl in front of him being the same way.
Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I’m only agreeing so I don’t miss any more cheer practice.”
“That’s the spirit,” Eddie said as the worker motioned for them to enter the arena.
Generic upbeat battle music poured out of the speakers, neon lights flashing to the beat. Steve gripped his gun as the three of them entered the arena. Chrissy disappeared to where their base was set up in the corner of the room, while Steve and Eddie hid behind foam pillars nearby.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he watched the countdown on his gun’s little screen. He itched to start running and shooting at anything that moved. He had to temper that instinct down, though. He needed strategy, otherwise, he would spend most of the game waiting for his vest and gun to recharge.
The countdown reached one and the music intensified, signaling the game had begun.
Steve was off. He ducked and wove between the large foam structures, shooting anyone in a green vest. Oftentimes, the other guys hadn’t realized he had been there until after they had been shot.
He was good. He knew he was good. However, he wasn’t the greatest. There were a few times when he had been so focused on pursuing Gareth, he didn’t even realize Jeff was aiming at him.
Eddie, though . . . Eddie was a god. Turned out, that competitive spirit of his wasn’t reserved only for Mario Kart. For most of the game, he didn’t even see the other man. He had to assume Eddie was attacking Grant and his team’s base. There had been plenty of opportunities for him to do so, while Steve was preoccupied with Gareth and Jeff, who seemed to be keeping their word in taking out their resentment on him.
He wondered if Eddie had known they would be more focused on going after Steve than the actual game. He wouldn’t put it past him. They were his friends, after all. He knew their moves probably as well as Steve would know Robin’s.
Could that be why Eddie had been so adamant about Chrissy guarding the base instead of Steve? Even if Chrissy was a beast at laser tag, Gareth and Jeff’s goal would still be shooting Steve as much as possible. If he had been positioned near the base, surely they would take shots at it as well just because they were there. But with Steve nowhere near the base, they seemed to have forgotten all about it.
It was honestly kind of genius. Steve suddenly got why the kids had sung his praises for his dungeon whatever-ing skills. The type of planning that move took and doing it behind Steve and Chrissy’s backs? He knew that had Eddie told him that he was going to be used as bait, Steve would have objected. He wasn't proud to admit that he still had that jock need to be the one who won the entire game. He wouldn’t have liked the idea of just being the distraction.
The whole plot was impressive.
Steve ducked behind a foam tower to catch his breath. Eddie’s friends weren’t joking around. They were really out to get him. And they were good at it too. He was glad their bullets were just beams of light and not paintballs.
Rapid footfalls approached him. Steve readied his gun. As soon as he saw movement, he began shooting. It wasn’t until the vest’s light blinked out, that Steve recognized that mop of frizzy black hair.
“Shit, Stevie.”
“Sorry,” he grimaced.
“You know you’re supposed to shoot the other team, right?” Eddie jested. At some point, he had swept his hair up into a messy bun, and, admittedly, it was really doing it for Steve.
“I got excited.”
Eddie’s blue vest powered back up. “I can tell. We should take a break after this before the next round. Catch our breaths and get some pizza.”
At the mention of food, Steve noticed how empty his stomach was. He had been so concerned about spending time with Eddie and what Eddie’s friends thought of him, he hadn’t realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.
“Yeah, that sounds—“
Eddie’s brow furrowed, and suddenly Steve was being shoved aside. The sound of someone’s vest getting shot went off behind him.
“Fuck!” Gareth shouted.
“You’re going to have to try a lot harder to sneak up on me, Gare-Bear.”
That was—that was probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to Steve. He hadn’t even heard Gareth's approach. Could that be due to some sort of super sonic vampire hearing ablities? And Eddie had pushed him out of the way to keep him from being shot? He struggled not to swoon.
Gareth ran off to find cover before his vest powered back up.
Eddie shot him a wink. “Continue this later?”
Before Steve could respond, Eddie was on Gareth’s tail.
Steve needed to control himself. To get his head back in the game. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by a pretty boy and lose the game for his team.
He needed to be the distraction.
Steve ran out into the middle of the arena, where there was less coverage from the foam walls. He quickly spotted Eddie pursuing Gareth. Grant, as he suspected, was vigilantly guarding the green team’s base. Grant was too focused on protecting the base from Eddie, that he didn’t notice Steve was in his line of sight.
All that remained was Jeff.
Judging from the zapping noises from the laser guns to his left and what could only be described as a feminine battle cry, Jeff was trying to go after the blue team’s base.
“Oh, come on!” Jeff shouted as Chrissy shot his vest.
Chrissy really must be a beast at this, Steve smiled to himself.
Focus, Steve. He needed to draw the other boys’ attention to himself, so Eddie could go after the green team’s base. However, he couldn’t be too obvious about it, otherwise, they may forget their vendetta against him for the greater goal of winning the game.
A light bulb went off in his head. He knew just what to do.
Steve ducked back behind one of the foam pillars like he hadn’t just been out in the open. Besides, it gave him more room to work with.
With a deep breath, Steve took off running back through the middle of the room. With the grace of someone who has never acted in their life, he forced himself to trip over nothing, letting out a manly (Steve would like the record to show that it was indeed manly and guttural, and definitely not at all high-pitched) cry and accidentally hitting his knee on the way down. He winced. That was definitely going to bruise later.
It was worth it, though. Suddenly, three laser guns were firing at him. Gareth and Jeff swarmed him. Even Grant was abandoning his post in order to attack him.
Steve struggled back up to his feet. He needed to lead the boys further away from both bases. He’d also like to have a moment of reprieve from getting shot at so he could shoot back.
He ran off to the right to take cover behind one of the foam structures. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie at the green team’s base, shooting up at the target on the ceiling.
Pride bloomed in his chest. His plan had really worked.
His vest and gun powered back up. He took a peak around the corner and saw the three boys hiding behind other foam structures, waiting to attack.
Steve readied his gun. Time to finish this thing.
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Eddie let Steve claim shotgun on the ride home. After all, he had played a key role in their victory. It was the least Eddie could do.
Their team ended up winning both games the six of them played; however, that second game was won by an incredibly close margin. It seemed that Eddie’s friends had gotten out all their aggression toward Steve during the first game, so they were much more focused on winning than on high school drama after that.
Eddie would be lying if he said he hadn’t been nervous about tonight. Not only had he been spending time with Steve for the first time without the kids around, but he was introducing him to his friends. He had been so worried over how that would go down, he had barely been able to drink any of his mid-afternoon blood.
Turned out, he had been worried for nothing. Steve and his friends had gotten along great. Hell, Steve and Grant had even had several friendly competitions of Dance Dance Revolution while the group wandered around the arcade for the last hour of the night. (Steve had lost much more gracefully to Grant than the rest of the boys had the last few times they went against him in DDR. The man could go pro.)
When they pulled up outside of Steve’s house, Eddie tripped over himself as he scrambled to open Steve’s door and walk him up to his front door like this had been a date or something. He knew it wasn’t a date. He knew that Steve knew this wasn’t a date. He had been hoping that had he been able to drive Steve like he had wanted to it would've felt like it could be a date. At the very least, he'd hoped that tonight would lead to a date. Maybe even a chaste goodnight kiss. But with Chrissy waiting in the car, that last part didn’t seem achievable. However, that didn’t mean that the night would end without plans for an actual date.
Why were his palms so sweaty?
He'd never been this pathetic around people he had feelings for. There was just something about Steve that made him nervous, and nothing made Eddie nervous. So what gives?
“Well, this is me,” Steve joked. If Eddie wasn’t mistaken, Steve looked almost as nervous as he felt.
“Nice place. It’s really . . . big.”
Steve snorted and ducked his head. “That’s what she said.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘That’s what she said,’” Steve repeated.
“Who’s she?”
“It’s a joke. You know, from The Office.”
“What office?”
“The TV show. Eddie, have you not seen The Office?”
“Oh, no. I have. I watched it when it first came out. Didn’t finish the first season. Wasn’t a fan.”
“Yeah, the first season is trash. I can’t believe you stopped there, though. It’s so good.”
Eddie shrugged. “Wayne and I don’t watch much TV. Most of the time when the television is on, it’s a sports game or a game show or reruns of Seinfeld.”
“So it’s mostly Wayne watching?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s so depressing. We are in like a golden age of television, and you’re just missing it.”
Oh, here was his in. This is how he can score that date. Don’t fuck this up, Munson.
“Why don’t you do something about it.” Okay, not his best, but have you seen Steve? The fact that he was even able to string words together in his presence was an impressive feat.
“Maybe I will. You should come over sometime. I’ll show you introduce you to some shows.”
“What, like a date?” Please say yes. Please say yes.
Steve shrugged nonchalantly. “If you’d like.”
“Maybe I would.” Eddie bravely took a step forward into Steve’s space. They were close enough to be sharing air. Close enough to intimidate. To touch.
“How’s tomorrow night sound for you?” Steve’s eyes flicked down to Eddie’s lips.
Oh, boy. Maybe he was wrong. Looks like he will be getting that date and that goodnight kiss after all. Eddie’s nerves fluttered with anticipation.
“I’ll have to check my calendar,” he teased softly, leaning further into Steve’s personal bubble. “But I think I can make room for you.”
“Oh? You think?”
It was like a movie scene, the two of them moving in to kiss. Which was why it felt even more cinematic when Steve’s front door opened right as their lips were about to touch. The unexpected intrusion startled them so much that they jumped apart.
“Steven, where have you been?” The man at the door looked like an older, greyer version of Steve. Or, should Eddie say, an older version of his former classmate and ’80s high school bully, Richard Harrington.
Fuck, he forgot who Steve was related to. He was hoping that maybe by sheer dumb luck, Steve’s last name and physical similarities with Richard “the Dick” Harrington (as Eddie had liked to call him) were just a coincidence and the two weren’t actually related. Eddie should have known it wouldn’t be, though. He had never been the lucky sort.
Richard Harrington, seeming to forget his first question, squinted at Eddie. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”
Eddie didn’t know what to say. No one from his pre-vampire days had ever seemed to notice him post his blood-sucking transformation. He had spent decades counting on the assumption that everyone in this godforsaken town was too self-absorbed to realize they had an immortal communist metalhead in their midst. This town-wide narcissism had kept him safe. But mostly, it had made him bored.
Finally, things were getting interesting.
“The name’s Munson. Eddie Munson,” he said, clasping good ol’ Dick’s hand in both of his. “Steve and I went to school together.”
Steve stared at him with wide eyes, like he couldn’t believe that Eddie had used his real name to introduce himself to his former classmate. Eddie supposed he might have the same reaction had the roles have been reversed, but considering the confused expression that remained on Dick’s face, he didn’t have anything to worry about.
“You don’t happen to be related to an Edward Munson, do you?”
Well, maybe not, but he could play with that.
“I sure am. He’s–”
“He’s his uncle,” Steve cut him off. “Anyway, Eddie was just saying goodbye. Right, Eddie?”
Boo.
Steve shot him a look, begging him not to argue.
What a killjoy. Eddie couldn’t believe that this was the guy who caused his insides to flutter like he had swallowed a colony of bats. Where was the rebellious spirit? Where was the anarchist ideology? Had Eddie spent too much time in middle America that his type had turned into all-American boys?
Then again, the way Steve handled the toy laser guns spoke of something much more raw and rugged than what Eddie had come to expect from jocks. And the way Steve acted with the kids was vastly different than the way the Carver boys kicked the freshmen around. If anything, Eddie should be worried that his type had transformed into milfs, with the way Steve mothered those kids.
Another point against him, Steve strongly resembled the man–well, then teenage boy–who used to try to give him swirlies and “rough him up” behind the gym. Clearly, some wires must have gotten crossed. That, or he was more of a masochist than he thought.
“I didn’t think you’d be home until next week,” Steve said. Something about his tone told Eddie that he probably shouldn’t be here for the conversation that was about to be had. However, Steve had made no indications that he should leave, and Eddie, for once, was curious about ol’ Dick’s personal life. At least, how it involved his son.
“Your mom and I had to move up our flight,” Dick replied. “The weathermen were predicting a large storm, which might have delayed our flight for who knows how long. I have a meeting in the city I need to get to on Tuesday morning, and your mother insisted she could not reschedule her appointment.”
“Oh, okay.” Steve didn’t look at his father when he spoke.
Dick glanced between the two of them. “Well, don’t be out too much longer. You have a good night, um–”
“Eddie,” Eddie supplied.
“Right, Eddie.” With that, Dick went back inside, leaving the two of them alone again.
“We might have to reschedule tomorrow,” Steve said sheepishly.
“Or," Eddie drew out. "You could come to my place. Wayne’s going to be working the night shift, so we’d have the place to ourselves.”
Steve’s slow smile was dazzling. Eddie’s stomach flipped. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The two stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Eddie had a feeling that with Dick's interruption, he wouldn't be getting that kiss like he thought he might. Oh well, he was still getting that date!
"I should probably . . ." Steve motioned to the door behind him.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Eddie nodded.
Steve blessed him with another smile. Oh, a guy could get used to that. “Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Goodnight, Stevie.”
Eddie watched Steve disappear inside. It took all of the strength he had to not skip back to Chrissy's car.
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lollytea · 1 year
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LOLLY. I AM SHAKING YOU IN JOY AND PAIN. STRAY ITALIAN GREYHOUND. THIS SONG.
Okay, so I of course stole it off your Hunlow playlist because it's perfect for Hunter and how he sees Willow.
or so I THOUGHT. Until TODAY.
BECAUSWHFHAHHD like,
"I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home
And so why now?
Oh, please not now
I just stopped believing in happy endings, harbors of my own"
I know that in FTF Willow only lets herself feel this way for a moment, before Hunter reminds her of who she is BYYY:
"But you had to come along didn't you
Tear down the doors
Throw open windows
Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me
So what do I do with this?"
He tore open the doors (vines lol) literally and figuratively! And what is she supposed to do with that?? Fall in love. Obviously. How could you NOT after a cute boy teleports you out of self-loathing and doubt!?
LIKE:
"This sudden burst of sunlight
And me with my umbrella"
I AM NOT OKAY. THIS REVELATION HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY.
It still works from Hunter's perspective too, obviously, from like ASIAS onward but after FTF I think it works the other way around too and I just. They're just. PAIN. MY HEART BRO. There are so many other lyrics that fit in the little music video in my head of the two of them but I'm literally on my break at work and need to go LMAO
Sorry for just vomiting in your ask box😂
This is the second time this month I've made somebody go insane over the Stray Italian Greyhound and huntlow combo. Vienna Teng put some fucking CHEMICALS in that song!!! Turns the freakin frogs gay!!!!
And YEAH!!! I added it to the playlist back when I made it after Labyrinth Runners. Because that's what I associated it with at the time!!! Hunter's lost his home, his family, his religion, his identity, his sense of safety. He's LOST everything!!! And he's struggling to come to terms with that. By the time Gus finds him at Hexside, the shock has subsided and he thinks he can be functional now. But he's not okay. He's still got a lot going on mentally and it's messing him up.
But at the same time....hallway blush scene....he has his little "Oh. It's her." moment. And I know that he was very confused in the aftermath of the Hexside incident. And when he's left alone to reflect on what he's feeling he's just "Now?? Are you fucking serious?? We're really gonna do this now??? I just found out I'm not a real person and everybody's gonna die next week, is now REALLY the fucking time???" He has ENOUGH problems!! He doesn't know how to deal with this!! But also he can't help it because while he's fucked up and traumatized, he's also brimming with confusing fizzling teenage hormones and she's Willow Park and it's very overwhelming and scary and doesn't know which way is up or down and he has no idea what he's gonna do about this. Feelings like these demand so much from him and after everything he's been through he really doesn't know if he can stomach it. But she won't give him a moment to catch his breath and he's locked in now and there's nothing he can do about it.
BUT YEAH!!!! I've had that playlist on quite a lot since FTF leaked because I have been so not normal about them. So I have NOTICED that it now applies to multiple different angles. And thinking about the chorus from Willow's perspective during the whole vine scene makes me ILL. And then in the aftermath of that....the vibes of that song are so....terrified yet giddy and overwhelmed yet euphoric. How fucking soft and blushy Willow was after that scene. "Just what a fool you have made me" YEAH!!!!
He IS a sudden burst of sunlight!!!
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She IS with her umbrella!!!!
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ALSO ALSO ALSO!!! Being a girl who has such a tight reign over her own emotions completely falling victim to loserish behaviour during this part? Ready to fucking combust cuz she is being held so gently.
"What do I do, do I do with a love that won't sit still?
Won't do what it's told"
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HATE this song, HATE them!!!!
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chopper-witch · 2 years
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Idea of Robin and Nancy being beards for Steve and Eddie but then falling in love with each other just added 10 years to my life.
It’s like fake dating to lovers but not…
I have to expand of course, so read on if you wish.
It’s 1986 Hawkins, Indiana. Being gay is just as if not worse than being a satanic cult leader. Even though Eddie is well out of hot water - he isn’t stupid. And he doesn’t want Steve to get hurt either.
So they ask Rob and Nance (who did break up with Jonathan after discovering how many times he lied to her about things, especially little ones *cough* acceptance letter *cough*) for help. It will be super easy, they say. You just have to cover for us, come on some double dates. “It’s not like you even like me anymore, Nance,” Steve adds. “Plus, Robs, we know you don’t even like guys. And Eddie doesn’t even like girls. Perfect pair.”
They agree. They get free food and free rides and free movies out of it. Yeah, it’s awkward when Eddie and Steve are being kind of gross but whatever.
But of course… while Steve and Eddie are sitting between Nance and Robs at the theater, they fail to see Robin staring at Nancy and Nancy staring at Robin and each of them turning back to the movie when the other catches them. Why would they? They’re focused more on each other.
Or at a restaurant, when each Very Straight Couple™️ sits across from each other, and Nancy’s hand brushes Robin’s when they both go to grab something and they both apologize and blush while the boys seem like they are deep in manly conversation (but Eddie is really telling Steve something wholly inappropriate about their plans for later).
Steve and Eddie just completely miss the signs. The smiles between their friends, gentle ‘accidental’ touches, asking to try each other’s food and feeding it to each other because they’re too busy sharing one brain cell that Dustin regularly steals.
And it just builds. It really becomes double dates whenever they have to bring Robin and Nancy along.
Then one night it’s a movie night. The kind they sometimes have where they just hang at someone’s house and drink and eat obscene amounts of food. This time it is hosted at Steve’s. Big house, parents gone.
Steve drags Eddie away halfway through whatever movie is on. Nancy isn’t really paying attention. No. She’s too busy staring at her hands as she realizes holy shit, she likes Robin. No. Loves Robin.
“You okay there, Nance?”
Nancy looks up. Robin has set the tape on the table and sat beside it, leaning forward toward Nancy. Her face is only a few feet away. She’d just need to lean forward and —
“Do you still like Vickie?”
“What?”
“Vickie. Do you still like her?”
Oh god, Robin thinks as the words begin to pour out.
“Vickie? I haven’t thought about Vickie in months. Out of sight out of mind. Graduated, you know? Haven’t seen her so I haven’t thought about her. Long gone. See it to believe it kind of gal here.”
“So you don’t like her anymore?”
“No I do not. Correct.”
It’s quiet for a moment. Robin’s heart is pounding. She feels so stupid for the way she phrased that. She could have just said no. Now it sounds like if Nancy were to go some where, Robin would no longer like her.
“Oh, just… fuck it.”
And Nancy leans forward, grabbing onto Robin’s face to bring her closer and finally, finally kisses her.
Steve cooks breakfast the next morning. Eddie is the better cook but Steve doesn’t want Eddie touching anything in his parent’s kitchen, so partially burned scrambled eggs, bacon that is either too crisp or too soggy, and dry toast will have to do.
Robin kisses a speck of jam of Nancy’s lips while Steve gets to the eggs and bacon.
“Okay, when did this happen?” Steve demands, pointing with his spatula.
“While you two were being completely oblivious,” Nancy responds.
Robin nods. “And we mean completely.”
“Though we were a little as well.”
“But we got there.”
Steve groans.
Eddie comes up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Well, at least we’ve got a pretty good system in place already. Neither of us can break up though. That would ruin it. So don’t break up.”
And then he steals the spatula to try to at least save the eggs.
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Okay time to imagine the opposite b y e
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ipromiseimawriter · 5 months
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would LOVE to hear you talk more about Welcome to Purgatory 👀👀👀👀
!!!!!!!! god where do i START (also i apologize if i'm answering this wrong? brain went NYOOM at this q tysm)
i'm working on getting better at organizing my thoughts, so like. allow me a sec to describe this absolute chaos zone of a wip
essentially!! our two protags - Victor and Amelia, childhood friends who grew apart - are reunited under tragic circumstances (the mysterious death of an old friend) (a special tool we'll use for later) and very quickly have to learn how to act as a team again when they're literally being chased by something they didn't even realize existed (aka a big ol hellhound (or something v adjacent, i'm working out the Lore)) --
and it turns out they're being chased because they're the children of legacy "hunters", so to speak, ones who had completely given up the fight. by said former hunter / co-founder of the Revenants (a fucked up harbinger of justice kinda cult sitch), Jules Herrick. Victor and Amelia end up a.) rescued by the bare bones of a new organization called Purgatory, more dedicated to researching and protecting creatures and humans alike and understanding Things In General -- but also like, they've got a new shitshow of a job.
(One of the founders of Purgatory is Jules' ex-bff, Simon, who was one of the last regular people to see him alive decades ago; along with his daughter Rosalie who's old enough to remember Jules before he went fucking haywire)
and b.) because of how they end up stopping their pursuer (a rogue demon-type and its hound), Victor and Amelia become kind-of infamous (as the Soul Snatcher and the Hound Thief, respectively) and inextricably soul-linked -- by harboring the purged soul of the demon and the spiritual repossession of its guard dog (lot to unpack here). this will have some fun and sexy consequences for them both
so over the course of it - and maybe other installments, WE'LL SEE - it's about the formation and work and survival of Purgatory, in order to like -- idk stop the Revenants from going scorched Earth on literally everything and everyone. probably get some condemned souls out of ""purgatory"" (lmao). there's more characters too, both within Purgatory and the Revenants, and on the outside through other's stories. they are all near and dear to me, even the ones who I would love to see in a wood chipper.
there's found family (both affectionate and derogatory)!! there's action and adventure and horror! there's creature and ghost/spirit lore i'm still splicing together! there's so many gay people! there's tragedy and humor and catharsis, queerplatonic relationships and redefining love in all its forms and toxic doomed old man yearning!! WHO KNOWS
to me: Purgatory (the organization) is like if the Men of Letters ever had admitted to doing anything wrong, and wanted to be less wrong and more for the world they live in (and also actually trusted non-humans).
tune in next time as elliot learns for the 1000th time how to make a coherent synopsis and timeline
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terrifique · 2 months
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hiiii hello some questions :O 22, 7, 15, 32, 38?
hello my love <3 i'll start from the top and work my way down.
(ps: sorry this got so long love, sorry it took so long too<3)
7. If you read the book, what are your favorite changes from page to screen? 
Eeeeeeeasily, louis + claudia + armand! the changes made to these characters (at first louis + claudia and then armand as well once he is revealed) are the reason i started watching the show! also the depiction of louis' family/life before he was turned and the devolution of all of that once he became a vampire? that transforms the story imo, breathes so much life into it. though i'd never read the book before i started the show and had only seen a few clips from the film as a child, i truly believe that the characters became so much more compelling. i even went as far as to crack open the first book after my first watch through!
also the writers making leslou's age difference/power imbalance more pronounced? very sinister, monstrous and meaningful...very well done.
15. What were your favorite costumes? 
ugh this is soooo hard for me carol cutshall went craaaazy but um let me think for the main three...(please pardon the quality of the screenshots used)
louis is difficult because he's the main dresser in the show and has too many looks that i adore for various reasons.... but let me fight my nature and try not to be a sicko for a moment u.u
right now the one that comes to mind is the brown pinstriped three piece suite with tie pin from ep 1....he's in his human browns, so warm and looking full of life but still sharp and tailored to him so well. this is a charcater that has been stylish all his life, thoughtful about aesthetics, colour and composition, he knows how to accessorise! he wears the same suit in the family portrait..... did i mention the tie pin ((((:
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one of my favourite claudia looks is also featured in the photo. her long red cloak (with the embroidered edging) that she wears to florence's funeral, it's sooo dramatic and impactful. i'd imagine it would be jarring to see in a sea of the mourners dressed in black, especially because of the strange aura she has about her. also love her women's lib pussy bow blouse with the puffy sleeves from when she was laying the ground work for her patriarch assassination plot. love all her red looks really! (special mention for her date outfit with charlie. its not red it's just a cute little outfit. exactly what u wear on a first date ):)
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finally. and i know this is controversial but the black pinstriped suit with that mountain dew tie is one of the best lestat looks in the show imo (special mention to when he's in all white, covered in blood in the finale of course). he looks like the tall man, like a shadow you see in your room at night that your brain tricks you into thinking is a demon. but he also looks really sort of dashing in his coat when he invites louis up for a nightcap...
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22. Who's your favorite character? Why?
This one really depends on my mood. I tend to oscillate between Louis and Claudia. Right now it's louis though. I really think he is the character of all time. I could never claim to be the main louis understander, i know tooooo many intellectuals on here and louis is still so mysterious and unknowable to me in many ways, but at the same time she feels so real in a way that is almost uncanny? like i know this girl, kind of?? the aspect of the character where tragedy seems to hunt him down at every corner. the ultimate tragedy of how even in his desire to escape his current reality, when he is turned, he is still damned to a tormented existence by his maker. it's similar (and in so many ways more significant) for claudia. not only are they destined to endure hardship at the hands of society as a result of immutable factors (being black, and gay in louis' case and in claudia's case poor, young and female) but in their rebirth/forever death they are irrecoverably tied to a world of death and violence as well as to a maker whose grasp on humanity is suspect to say the very least, meanwhile that's their husband/father/uncle and louis isn't built for heartlessness...... how do they manage? how do they deal? what will they do to continue to endure? is there anything left to discover within yourself when you've lived for over a century? how distant/similar he is now to who he was back in new orleans? it seems to me that the tenderness that makes louis so compelling at the very beginning never leaves him. it shifts and evolves but never truly disappears. at the end of the day i guess i'm just really curious to know more about louis' inner workings, how does an immortal being decide to recount their life(?) when they're trapped in the depths of an inescapable grief??? he is endlessly fascinating to me and that's why i love him. also he is incredibly beautiful.
32. Is there a specific moment or plot point you’re hoping to see next season?
I have already typed too many words so i'm gonna try to keep the next few answers brief... Louis' lovers in paris moments with Armand. Claudia and Louis in eastern europe and with the theatre. I love the clip we saw of claudia with the vampire troupe, her on stage too(in the poster as well)! still haven't finished the book but that's not something that was in the source material if i remember correctly? I am terrified, horrified, trembling with fear and excitement to see how things pan out with all three of them in paris but also how things evolve with the interview in dubai! oooh also louis mentioned seeing jonah later on i think? in europe? really want to see what its like when characters from his old life pop up in the 40's.
38. If you read fanfiction, do you have any favorites? 
I do!!! not enough but i do there are honestly so many amazing writers in this fandom like it's actually crazy how talented people are, their command of their craft is outstanding! their ability to so beautifully expand upon and adapt these characters..... the genres explored, tiny characters as well as characters i don't even care about have been endeared to me so deeply.... i'm constantly in awe. this question is sooo difficult though....
but here are a few that come to mind
in the delta breeze [dare to breathe] by southernhummingbird
this literally had me in tears, i swear to god! so sweet and sentimental, truly moving. no one captures louis' voice the way they do. i don't think i've ever read the strange way guilt is tied to grief written like this in a fic before. southernhummingbird has my heart forever
House by baberainbow, disintegrations, gaypiratedivorce, kittyldpdl, nlbv, serpentskirts, weathermood
a tour de force, an magnificent undertaking, a maze of horror and fearful delights. all these writers are evil geniuses....i still can't believe this is real. if you see this and haven't read it yet please put yourself out of your misery and visit the house.
reformation by verseau
the first fic i ever read in this fandom. literally undefeatable. it opened my eyes to the transformative and reformative power of the au. such a tenderly written, thoughtful exploration of redemption and reconciliation. and it's tagged as crack??? i am forever changed
quizás by themasterletters
the second fic i ever read! this was a marvelous, tumultuous and vivid journey. not only for the characters but for me as a reader. what a gift that we all get to live in the same timeline, the same here and now as thee master letters (also partly responsible, along with weathermood, for the blessing that is twelve days. this work restored my faith in christmas miracles, yes)
Lunacy by The_Lame_Goat
just as the title suggests this work is insane. a monstrous take on an already monstrous dynamic, a transformative work that dives head first into the process of transformation (this horror genius is also responsible for THE hannibal au featuring another one of my favourite authors kittyldpdl)
Design; Intricate. by L(PastelLovelyBlue)
i've never felt so snatched up by a piece of work.... it is so intricately designed and mysterious, the prose is haunting. this writer is so measured and specific in how they've built their world and how they choose to reveal it's details. i leave every chapter feeling turned around, there is so much to uncover. they made me love sci-fi...
i have more favourites but this answer is already way too long and coming way too late. thank you for bearing with me dre 😭💗
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Lose You To Love Me
Alright, I finally got a serious one. The title is the song I was listening to on repeat while writing this. It really fits the mood, if you want to give it a listen while reading this. WARNING: Suicide and cursing. (Guys, keep your brain space health please! You need your lovely minds to be safe so you can keep shipping Klance! Stay happy so our gay-bies can stay happy!)
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Keith felt pain when his dad died and left him alone in the world. He was not given the time to grieve.
He felt pain when he was constantly dismissed as the "trouble making kid" throughout his teen years in foster care by disapproving adults and peers. He accepted the title and proved them all right, out of spite.
He felt pain when Shiro, the man who not only vouched for him but also became his older brother, was deemed dead by indifferent superiors. He gave them hell.
He felt pain when he saw Shiro, very much alive, laying on an operating table. It was then when he truly lost all trust in the world.
He felt pain when he realized that the other paladins would rather live without him. It was worse when they finally accepted him, because he knew they would all leave him sooner or later.
He felt only anger when Shiro went missing. Why waste time crying when he could just burn the world down?
He felt pain filling his lungs like tar when he found his mother. His wonderful, horrible, traitorous, runaway mother. She could have been there for him and his father, but she had left. Just like everyone else.
But more than anything, it cut into him like knives when he saw Lance choose someone else over him. Obviously Lance, who deserved so much, would go for the princess. She had everything, and more, that Keith didn't.
He let anger engulf him. He worked hard and stayed on top, letting fury fuel him. Why was he so naïve as to dance in circles around Lance for all this time?
He felt pain when in Allura's last moments, he saw how much she loved Lance. Just as much as Keith did.
Keith was done. No more of this.
You've never seen me. I hope you notice this. But of course you'll just move on. Everyone does. I thought if I let go of you, I would finally be able to live with myself. That was a whole fucking load of crap. For what it's worth, I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. -Mullet
It was put safely in one of Lance's books the next day. He would find it soon.
Keith lifted the dagger with shaking hands. It was only fitting that he used the Marmora blade for this. The knife had already killed him in so many other ways. It should be the one to finish the job. Well, isn't that funny? Just another Kogane leaving everyone else behind.
He faintly heard the door to his deserted shack slam open and a yell of, "Keith! Please don't! Wait!"
Keith pushed his blade down into his chest, missing his heart very slightly. It would still do its job, he would just bleed out eventually.
He crumpled to the ground. A couple seconds later, he saw a shadow blocking the light from his door way. A hollow, husky voice whispered his name. "Keith. W-what have you done? What have I done?"
Strong, tan arms wrapped around his thin frame. Lance. He came.
"Oh god, Keith. You're bleeding so much. Don't do this to me. Please."
Keith felt Lance bury his face in his hair, sobbing softly.
"I'm so sorry. I loved you too, you know. I still do. It's almost ironic how much time I spent watching you, only to completely missed. I thought I had moved on. But I never did, Samurai. NEVER."
Suddenly Lance was yelling about how much he loved him, and how horrible Keith was to do this, and how everyone would be heartbroken, and anything in between. Keith accepted it. If his last moments had to be Lance screaming bloody murder at him, then so be it. At least Lance was finally here.
He saw black spots swim through his vision. "Lance," he croaked.
Lance snapped his head towards him so fast he gave himself whiplash.
"NO! NO NO NO no No no NO no no no no no no..."
The steady stream of words slipped from Lance's lips. The arms around Keith squezed tighter.
"Huh. I guess it worked. You see me. That's all I ever wanted."
Both of them had tears slipping down their faces now. Keith smiled weakly.
"Catch you later, Sharpshooter..."
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Oof. My heart hurts. The song makes it hurt more. Dang it. Anyway, part 2 anyone?
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I'm a couple days early, but Happy Valentines Day to @manda-panda-monium! This fic was written as part of the Steddie Valentine's Fic Exchange using prompts from my giftee. Manda, I tried to incorporate a few of the things you asked for, but that request for a Soulmate AU really latched on in my brain. I hope you enjoy!
Title: Is There A Word for Bad Miracle? Rating: T Words: 6040 AO3 link
Steve always figured he’d meet his soulmate at a party. He got called King Steve in other settings, but it just seemed like a party phrase. It seemed like a joke.
Steve tried to pretend like it didn’t matter. He put his head down and tried to buckle through the rest of his shit show senior year. When it happened, he tried to pretend he hadn’t heard.
He didn't say any words back to Eddie Munson.
Steve always figured he’d meet his soulmate at a party. He got called King Steve in other settings, but it just seemed like a party phrase. It seemed like a joke. Steve didn’t like to think about it that way most of the time.
Besides, until he met that person, Steve didn’t need to worry about it. Yeah, the phrase seemed like a high school one, but that didn’t stop him from dating.
If anything, it spurred him on because Steve knew he’d be settling down young. He might as well live a little first.
Then Steve experienced a kind of life that he never wanted to deal with again as monsters became real and everything he knew turned on its head. And even though she wasn’t his soulmate, he wanted a life of steadiness with Nancy Wheeler. He loved her. He did. She wasn’t his soulmate, but she could be his lifemate. He could choose her. He would choose her.
Nancy didn’t choose him.
Steve tried to pretend like it didn’t matter. He put his head down and tried to buckle through the rest of his shit show senior year. Then when it happened, he tried to pretend he hadn’t heard.
“All bow before the noble King Steve! May we peasants only dream of hair so luscious.”
Steve had almost tripped. Tommy hadn’t completely abandoned him yet and offered some snarky retort in answer, so Steve didn’t have to. It was probably one of the last times they interacted at school, but Steve was thankful for it. He hadn’t needed to answer for himself.
He hadn’t needed to say any words to Eddie Munson.
Steve wasn’t gay. He wasn’t. He liked women. He was satisfied with women. He’d never… God, but that was a lie, wasn’t it? He’d locked those feelings up so tight, not even Tommy at his most vulnerable could shake them loose. Steve could be more than happy with women. He had been ready to marry one. He’d never considered that his soulmate might be anything else.
It had to be a mistake. Surely someone else would say those words to him someday. Yeah, they were unique, but they didn’t have to be singular. Someone else could say them, someone more normal and less like Munson. They didn’t make any sense together anyway.
But nobody called him King Steve these days.
When he graduated and headed straight to a summer job, King Steve was washed up. Even his flirting at work didn’t hold the same potency anymore. His heart wasn’t in it.
Steve thought he did a pretty good job hiding things. He felt a little guilty hiding it from Robin too, but Steve’s soulmate wasn’t an issue. He never interacted with Eddie Munson in school. Surely things wouldn’t change now that he’d graduated and had even less reason to share space with someone like Eddie.
Of course, the kids had to ruin that.
In Eddie’s defense, he was dealing with a lot of stress at the moment.
As Dustin said way too many words way too quickly and Eddie only took in about half of them, Steve spoke, and it itched something in his brain.
“I’m cool, man, I’m cool.”
He was agreeing with Dustin, trying to make Eddie back down from his first fight response option in fight or flight. The words themselves didn’t do much, but they tickled something in his brain, made him feel like things were going to be okay. Eddie hadn’t fully decided if he trusted them yet, but his body had. He reacted before he could really think it through.
Steve staggered away to catch his breath, and Dustin made himself the center of Eddie’s attention.
It was fine. They moved on. Eddie focused on what was happening. It wasn’t until hours later when he was alone and absently rubbing the black bandana over his words that Eddie froze.
He ripped the cloth off and stared down at his wrist.
I’m cool, man, I’m cool.
He must be misremembering.
No way in hell could Eddie’s soulmate be Steve Fucking Harrington.
Eddie had always known his soulmate would be a dude. From a young age, he’d known it. He’d also learned pretty young to keep that information to himself when his own father shouted at him that it would be a girl, not a boy—that no son of his would be meant for a boy. Eddie had curled in on himself, cried, and promised it wouldn’t be. He’d lied. His mother had explained later why his father felt that way and why most people felt that way, but Eddie still hadn’t understood. He’d known he wouldn’t be wrong.
Even as he got older, Eddie felt more confident it would be a guy. Yeah, a girl could have called him man, but even beyond the words themselves, he’d always felt it. Now he started imagining the context.
As he started getting into metal music and sneaking into The Hideout—after promising Wayne he wouldn’t drink until at least 18 when the older man found out—Eddie imagined it happening at the tail end of a fight. Maybe he’d be the one breaking it up, and some badass stranger would hold up his hands and say those words.
Maybe it would be at a gay bar or just outside one, the guy responding to some bad innuendo on Eddie’s end.
Eddie had come up with tons of scenarios. Granted none of them had involved him holding a bottle to his soulmate’s throat, but they’d sure as hell never featured Steve Harrington either. What was the first thing Eddie had said to him? Had he talked to him directly and not just to the group?
Eddie had to be misremembering what Steve had said or else it was a fluke Steve had said his words. Otherwise Steve would have reacted when he spoke back. Surely this wasn’t the first time they’d talked to each other. Eddie knew he’d talked to Steve’s group at least a few (taunting) times in high school. There’s no way he and Steve had never spoken to each other. No way.
Just in case, Eddie tested him as they met up again in Steve’s damn makeout spot. There was something odd in Steve’s eyes as they spoke, but it wasn’t any kind of recognition. It wasn’t the widening of realizing Eddie had said that magical phrase. That settled it. Steve couldn’t be his soulmate.
But fuck if watching him bite into a demobat didn’t do something for Eddie.
“Okay, dingus, something’s up.”
Steve jerked his head, staring at Robin as he realized with a sense of horror that she’d caught him spacing off watching Eddie and Dustin prepare for their battle.
“We’re about to take on Venca directly. I think that gives me a good reason to act like something up.” Steve tried to shrug casually, but he knew she’d see right through it.
Robin narrowed her eyes. She had.
Steve sighed and started walking. He needed to have more privacy for this conversation.
Thankfully Robin didn’t push him yet, simply followed along at his side. The energy radiating from her was palpable, but for now, she held her questions in check. Steve appreciated that.
Eventually he’d pulled her far enough from the group that Steve slowed to a stop. He leaned back against a tree and took a deep breath.
“Spill,” Robin commanded.
Steve swallowed hard. “Tammy Thompson.”
Robin started at him for a moment. “Are you… Is this for real? Holy shit, Steve! I wondered if we’d have this conversation eventually, but I wasn’t expecting it so soon. I’m so proud of you! What made things click? Was it almost dying? Is it Eddie? Oh my god, why Eddie? Steve, I love you, but you have the weirdest taste in men.”
As she’d talked, Robin had thrown her arms around his waist, and Steve hugged her back. He took a deep breath against her head as he debated how to answer. Probably best to answer truthfully.
“Eddie’s my soulmate.”
Robin sprang back as if she’d been burned. “He’s what?”
“Don’t make me repeat it,” Steve all but pleaded.
Robin nodded. “Okay, I, uh… I won’t.” She stared off for a moment, and Steve swore he could physically see her processing.
“Okay, so this is a new revelation then. The, um, liking boys part. Do you want to talk about it?”
Eyes falling shut, Steve shook his head. “It’s not new. I mean I haven’t really let myself accept it, but it’s not really new.”
“Oh.” Robin paused, then swatted him across the arm.
Steve yelped in response, eyes going wide. “What was that for?”
“You let me bare my heart out about Tammy Thompson and liking girls when you knew you liked boys!”
“Well, yeah,” Steve said, shoulders rising defensively. “What was I supposed to say? ‘You like girls? Totally cool! By the way, my soulmate’s a dude, so I understand. Not that I’ve ever talked to him, but ya know.’”
Robin’s mouth fell open. “He didn’t know? You knew and he didn’t? How is that even possible?”
Steve shrugged as he shrunk back against the tree. It was digging into his side where his wound felt tender, but if nothing else, the sensation made him feel grounded. “We’ve been over that I was popular and… not always the nicest in high school. People talked at me sometimes. If I had the right people around, I never had to answer, even when it was something that probably required a response. His didn’t really, but Tommy handled it. I, um, didn’t have to say anything. That was probably good. I don’t think anything I would have said then would have been good.”
Figuring he owed her, Steve undid the snaps holding his leather wrist strap in place. He held out his hand. After only a second, Robin snatched it up to stare. She whistled. “He didn’t hold back, huh?”
He shook his head. “I’d never talked to him, but fuck, he hated me and everything I stood for. I couldn’t ruin that for him, even if I’d been ready to acknowledge it for myself. I wasn’t.”
Robin was silent for a while before eventually asking, “So even though you could have figured out the perfect first words, you never did it? You never talked to him?”
Steve looked at the ground as he admitted, “I avoided him. We didn’t have any classes together, so I just… figured out his schedule and purposefully stayed away for the rest of the year. It was easier than I thought it would be. I figured when graduation hit, I’d never have to worry about it ever again. How was I supposed to know we’d end up with shared custody of the dweebs?”
“You should have,” Robin said. “The universe has a sense of humor like that. Also a desire to help you find your person.”
Steve put an arm out, and Robin leaned into him automatically, her head on his shoulder. Last summer he wondered at how much easier his life would be with someone like Robin as his soulmate. They fit together so perfectly. Obviously he knew now she wasn’t interested in him, but platonically she could have been his soulmate. He wouldn’t have been disappointed.
“So what were your first words to him?” Robin asked.
“I don’t know.”
She stayed where she was but tilted her head up to look at him better. “What do you mean?”
“He hasn’t acknowledged it. Even when we had that little heart-to-heart in the Upside Down, he never mentioned it. Either he knows and doesn’t want to admit to having someone like me as a soulmate, or we aren’t soulmates and I didn’t say his words.”
“That can’t be,” Robin said. “I can’t accept that he’d say your words but you wouldn’t say his. Look, I know he’s a weird guy, but you’ve seen him with Dustin. And the two of you just seemed so in sync these last few days. Like now that I know, it makes so much sense. He’s your soulmate, Steve. He’s gotta be.”
Steve shrugged. “I don’t think he wants to be.”
“Maybe he was waiting for you to say something.”
The idea was so simple that Steve blinked a few times wrapping his mind around it.
“Think about it,” Robin continued. “He’s used to being an outsider and still sees you as one of the popular kids. I know you’ve changed since high school, but he’s stuck there. Hard to believe people can move on when you’re still going through that same drama. I bet he doesn’t know how you’re going to react and convinced himself as easily as you did that it couldn’t be possible or that he was being rejected. You have to talk to him.”
“I will,” Steve promised. “After. I’ll talk to him after.”
Later when they prepared to head in, Steve’s eyes flicked down automatically to Eddie’s wrist when he realized the other had moved the bandana covering it to his head. Unfortunately his sleeves covered it. That was fine. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation.
With the way Eddie held his eye, Steve wondered if he knew they needed to have it.
The pain lessened the longer it went on. So did the brightness. The Upside Down didn’t have much light anyway, but the way it floated behind Dustin’s head seemed to grow fainter. Dustin did too actually.
Maybe it was him. Maybe Eddie was the one fading.
He hadn’t run. He’d done what he’d needed to. He’d kept Dustin safe. He’d bought the others more time. They’d done it.
Dustin was still crying. He felt bad about that. As bad as he could right now when it hardly seemed to matter. The kid would move on. He was just Eddie. No one would miss him in the long run.
Other yelling surrounded him now. Other voices. Maybe their friends had arrived. That was nice. Dustin wasn’t going to be alone. That was good.
He felt the ghost of pressure against his skin, but Eddie paid it no attention as his vision faded out completely. This was it.
Another sensation. Movement. Eddie was floating.
No, not floating. Being carried. Someone was carrying him.
Then a voice. Eddie’d tuned them all out, but this one forced its way to his attention. Steve. Steve’s voice.
“You’re not dying on me, Munson. You’re not leaving me without a soulmate.”
Dustin hadn’t wanted to leave the hospital, and frankly neither had Steve. But they hadn’t been allowed back with Eddie anyway, so taking Dustin to check in with his mother had seemed like the best opportunity. She’d wrapped Dustin’s leg to keep him off it. Thankfully it was just a sprain and not a break, but Steve was there with her in concern about it. She’d also fussed over them both, forced them to shower, and lectured Steve about how improperly his wounds were being cared for.
“You should get those checked out at the hospital,” she admonished.
Steve shrugged. “I guess I could. We, uh, have a friend who’s there now.”
“It’s Eddie,” Dustin cut in. “He’s hurt really bad. It happened trying to protect me.”
And as though he was learning it himself for the first time, Dustin crumbled. It took joint hugs from Steve and Claudia to pull him back together again.
“You boys go,” she said gently, wiping a tear away from her son’s face.
Normally Dustin rolled his eyes and protested when he felt smothered, so Steve could tell just how badly he needed his mom’s attention right now.
“Take care of your friend.”
When they got to the hospital, it took some persuasion on Steve’s end to get them back to Eddie. He did not bring up his own injuries. They weren’t the doctors’ business. Besides, he didn’t want to get yanked into a room himself and leave Dustin stranded.
As they walked in, both froze, staring at the situation in front of them.
Eddie looked so small in the hospital bed: hair matted against his head, thin hospital gown instead of his usual layers, and a blank face void of all his typical expressiveness. Even in his sleep, Steve had expected his face big and expansive. The lack of it was frightening.
Equally horrifying was the handcuff binding him by the wrist to the hospital bed. The exposed wrist.
“This is ridiculous!” Dustin sputtered, backing up to glare at the officer posted in the hall outside his room. “He’s innocent! And anyway, he can’t go anywhere. He isn’t even awake yet, much less able to get up and move!”
The man just glared, and Steve took Dustin by the shoulders to pull him in. After a second of hesitation, he shut the door. Steve paused to see if the officer would open it again, but apparently their presence wasn’t considered a threat. With a sigh of relief, he headed further into the room.
“It’s so stupid,” Dustin muttered. “And no privacy! That’s not cool of them to force his words on display like that.”
Steve glanced up, eyes stuck on the exposed skin. Sure enough, they’d cuffed him palm up, exposing the words that rested against the veins there.
I’m cool, man, I’m cool. It stared up at him in his own handwriting, and Steve swallowed hard. Dustin was trying not to look as he glared instead at Eddie’s face, so Steve did the only thing that seemed logical. He took off his own cuff.
Dustin’s eyes widened as Steve fastened it around Eddie’s wrist below the cuff.
“But now yours is…”
Steve shrugged. “But it’s my choice at least.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to ignore the way Dustin’s eyes lingered curiously. He couldn’t read it from there, certainly not with Eddie’s messy scrawl. But Steve had never let himself be this exposed about his mark before.
There were two chairs in the room, one on either side of the bed, so Steve sat down on the side with the handcuffs, trying not to look at it or the way Eddie’s hand hung limp. Rather than sitting down in the other chair, Dustin moved to the bottom of the bed and picked up the clipboard there to scan through it.
Steve snorted. “So his soulmark being exposed isn’t okay, but you violated privacy laws to read his chart is?”
“Eddie’s talkative about injuries,” Dustin replied without looking up. “He won’t care. That’s different, though. That’s something he’s private about.”
While Steve rolled his eyes at the justification, he didn’t argue. Dustin was probably right. Besides, he wanted to know. “What’s the verdict?”
“He’s fucked up,” Dustin said, all matter-of-fact.
“We knew that.”
Dustin shrugged and finally looked up from the charts. “Several of his organs were damaged. He had a collapsed lung. We knew he had a ton of blood loss.”
Steve grimaced. They knew that well. He’d thrown out his jacket because it wasn’t worth trying to get that much blood out. Claudia had thought she could help the rest of his clothing, so he’d let her keep them to try cleaning under the insistence that if she had to throw them out, he wouldn’t mind.
“How’s he going to be?”
Dustin bit his lip. “There’s a risk assessment here about the odds of him not waking up. They’re low… but high enough that they included them.”
Steve hadn’t even considered that as an option. “Other than that?”
“It doesn’t say for sure since it’s meant for the doctors and stuff, but I think he’ll be okay. It sounds like it anyway.”
The door opened, and Dustin slammed the chart back into its holder before whirling around. Steve might have found it comical if he wasn’t also worried about being yelled at.
When he turned around, Steve expected a doctor. It wasn’t.
It was an older man in a plaid jacket and work boots, eyes fixed not on them but on Eddie in the bed.
“You’re Wayne,” Dustin said.
His eyes snapped up to the boy before drifting toward Steve at the bedside, and Steve suddenly felt like they were both intruders.
He grunted. For a moment, no one moved.
Then Wayne lumbered into the room and around the bed to sink into the other chair. Steve noted he’d shut the door again behind him.
They continued not to speak as Wayne reached out and took Eddie’s hand in his, cupping it in such a way that hid it away. His head swayed slowly, taking in Eddie’s face, down what was visible of his body above the blankets, and up to the hand bound to the bedpost. The expression on his face hardened, then softened again at the cuff. He glanced at Steve, clearly knowing it wasn’t Eddie’s. Steve didn’t want to answer directly, but he shifted his hands on his lap enough that Wayne would be able to see the back of his bare wrist but not the words. Unlike Dustin, he might recognize the handwriting.
Eventually Wayne nodded. “You boys the ones who brought him here?”
“Yes sir,” Dustin said quickly. “Steve carried him. He…” He cut himself off. They haven’t been forced to sign NDAs yet, but they would be. Probably best not to read Wayne in if they can help it.
“More happened than they said did, didn’t it?” Wayne asked. “This wasn’t just some crazy kid and an earthquake. There’s more in this town.”
Steve and Dustin locked eyes. Eventually Steve nodded.
Dustin spoke slowly and carefully, “There’s only so much we can say. Hopefully Eddie will be able to tell you, depending on what the agreements look like this time.”
Wayne inhaled audibly through his nose.
Dustin flinched. He’d said too much. He’d made it clear it had happened before. “What I mean is… Yes, there’s more. That’s all we can say. But you need to know, sir… Eddie’s a hero. He saved my life. He saved all of us.”
The hands around Eddie’s squeeze tight. “That don’t surprise me,” Wayne said with a grunt. “He’s always been a brave boy.”
“He thought he wasn’t,” Steve said quietly. “He’s never realized how much he does and how much for others especially.”
“You’re the Harrington boy.”
Steve flinched automatically. Wayne didn’t quite make it an accusation, but it was a statement, not a question. That probably meant he knew Steve’s dad or at least knew of him. That wasn’t usually a good thing with people Steve had never been introduced to at dinner parties. “I am.” He almost asked why that was relevant, but Steve bit his tongue. It wouldn’t do to lash out at someone whose good side he wanted to stay on. Steve’s big mouth couldn’t get them kicked out.
“Hmm,” Wayne grunted, looking down at Eddie again. “Guess I wouldn’t have expected you to be the type to carry my boy to safety.”
“Steve’s more than his name.” Unlike Steve, Dustin sounded downright defensive.
Shooting him a look, Steve tried to convey that it was fine. “With all due respect, I’m not my father.”
Wayne’s eyes stayed on Eddie. “I guess that’s true all around.”
After a beat of silence, Steve stood. He kept his hand angled to keep his words hidden. “Dustin, why don’t we head down to the cafeteria.”
Dustin opened his mouth to argue, but Steve cut him off. He could see the relief on Wayne’s face for some alone time.
“We’ll come back up after. But your mom’ll kill me if I don’t keep you fed. Let’s go see what they’ve got. Maybe we’ll see if Max is allowed visitors yet.”
After a few seconds, Dustin nodded. “Okay, yeah, we can do that. We’ll be back, Mr. Munson!” He hesitated before adding, “Bye Eddie!”
With a lump in his throat, Steve followed him toward the door. He paused once to look back. Eddie still seemed so small. But he was in good hands.
Eddie had always been a heavy sleeper. He didn’t wake up easily, and as he slowly became aware of the world around him, it took a while to realize things weren’t quite normal. The blankets covering him were too orderly to be his at home. The pillow under his head felt plumper. And there were places on his body that felt tight. Wrong.
As he lifted a hand to drag it across the blankets and touch his side, Eddie heard a sharp intake of breath next to him. That was what finally got him to open his eyes.
He blinked away the blurriness, Steve coming into focus as he leaned forward from a plastic chair next to the bed.
“You’re awake,” Steve breathed.
Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden awareness of his body forced out a groan instead. Jesus, everything hurt.
A hand touched his forehead, and Eddie blinked a few times trying to understand how Steve had suddenly gotten so much closer.
Almost as if he too had just realized he’d done it, Steve sank back into his chair. “I, um— What hurts? What can I do? I can call a nurse if you need pain meds or something. Dustin’ll be annoyed if you fall asleep before he gets back here, but he can live. Max woke up yesterday. All the kids are with her. They’re having a moment or whatever. It’s good. They need it. They need to pretend they’re normal kids, even if it is in a hospital room.”
Eddie had never heard Steve say so much at one time. He seemed nervous, rambling. “You sound like Robin.”
The flush that spread over his skin was beautiful to look at. Eddie couldn’t even feel bad when he looked like that.
“Yeah, well, what do you say to someone who hasn’t been awake in three days?”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “It’s been that long?”
Steve nodded, face growing stony. “Yeah, Wayne was hoping to be here when you woke up, but he’s at work. We promised we wouldn’t leave you alone. You, um… You almost died.”
Eddie thought back. He didn’t have much, just flashes, bits, and pieces. Bits and pieces of him missing. “I kind of remember that.” Words. Steve admitting that thing that neither of them was talking about yet.
His eyes snapped down to Steve’s wrist. His blood went cold as he found it wrapped in blue gauze.
“You’re hurt.”
Steve shrugged. “No more than I was before. It’s fine. Nancy stole some supplies from the closet down the hall. She’s been changing my bandages when it seems like they need it. I didn’t want to risk them making me stay here. The kids need rides, and you…” His face colored again. “You couldn’t be left alone.”
Eddie reached for Steve’s wrist, pausing as he realized his own was encircled in a leather cuff that definitely wasn’t his. His eyes flicked up to Steve’s.
Realization dawned as Steve tugged at the gauze. “I, uh, talked a nurse into giving me a little bit of it for this. Yours was… We couldn’t let them do that to you. You were, um, cuffed when we got here. They know it wasn’t you! Hopper’s back. He’s alive. He helped figure out a cover story. I can’t tell you all the details now, but just know you’re safe. You’re not going to be blamed, not by the police at least.”
That was a lot to take in, but Steve didn’t pause yet.
“Those fucking doctors and cops didn’t give a shit if your mark was on display. Dustin was so upset. And I couldn’t let them do that. That’s yours. Only you need to know.”
Steve looked away, staring hard at his own hands in his lap.
He wasn’t the only one who knew, though, was he? Steve knew. They both knew.
Eddie swallowed hard. It was time to prove it. Slowly he reached out to grab hold of the snaps keeping the cuff in place.
Steve’s eyes darted from the cuff to his face to his cuff again. They were doing this.
The snaps came undone easily enough, and Eddie let it fall to the bed. The words he’d seen his whole life stood stark against his skin. Steve started to reach, then stopped himself. They knew. They didn’t have to take a moment and pretend it was new information.
Hoping to cut the tension, Eddie joked, “How did we never talk in high school?”
Instead of laughing, Steve’s face filled with shame. “Well, how did I never talk back might be the better question?”
Eddie straightened up as best he could in the hospital bed, ignoring the pain in his sides as he watched Steve reach for the tape around his wrist. Soon Eddie stared down at his own scrawl, mouth falling open as he tried to process.
“I said that to you in high school?”
Steve nodded. “In the hall one day. I— I’m sorry I didn’t talk back. I wasn’t… You wouldn’t have wanted me to back then.”
Eddie swallowed hard. No wonder Steve hadn’t acknowledged anything in the boathouse. It would have been chaotic enough without the extra baggage. But if Steve had known for over a year?
“Did you not want me?” he asked before he could think better of it. Eddie tried to cover, tried to make it a joke. “I mean I know I’m a lot. It takes a special person to handle all this. I can see why you thought you weren’t qualified.”
Steve hook his head, but he never looked away. Jesus Christ, that gaze had some intensity. “I wasn’t ready to accept that I could like men. It wasn’t anything personal against you, although I guess since it was you, that made it easier to try and deny. Then I rationalized it by deciding you weren’t the kind of person who would want someone like me anyway. I mean I represented pretty much everything you hated. I figured it was for the best.”
“Best is with you.” Eddie refused to be embarrassed by such an earnest line as he reached forward for Steve’s hand. The way Steve’s face lit up made it well worth it. “I guess I get it. We weren’t meant for each other yet then. But I guess if you needed time to process it, you got to know. That’s… That’s crazy. I will admit to being an occasional skeptic of the universe and all that, but she really did right by us, huh?”
Steve laughed and squeezed Eddie’s hand. “I guess it did.”
Silence fell between them, but the air was a contented one, not awkward, as they looked at each other. Every once in a while, Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand, and Steve squeezed it back.
“Can I kiss you?” Eddie eventually asked, shy in a way he usually wasn’t. But this was his soulmate. He needed to do things right, and that was hard when he couldn’t even lean forward of his own accord right now.
Steve got the message, shifting closer to lean over the bed even as he nodded. His free hand came up to cup Eddie’s jaw. They stayed like that for a moment, just watching the other. Then Steve closed the distance.
Eddie’s eyes fell closed as he felt Steve’s thumb swipe over his cheek. Soon soft lips pressed against his. Gentler than Eddie had expected, Steve coaxed his mouth open. Slow and tender weren’t words Eddie would typically associate with a kiss this intense, this filthy. His own free hand came up to clutch at Steve’s shoulder. Their intertwined hands squeezed so tightly, Eddie wondered if Steve’s nails would leave marks on the back of his hand.
Eventually they broke apart, breathing hard as Steve stayed mere inches away.
Never to them, Eddie’s heart rate monitor gave away everything about how he was feeling.
Steve let out a chuckle, and Eddie started laughing harder. Steve leaned in to press one last kiss against the corner of Eddie’s open mouth before he sat back down in his chair.
Eddie sighed dramatically, staring off into the middle distance for effect. “King Steve indeed. My soulmate is an excellent kisser.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile and the way his hand tightened on Eddie’s gave away his amusement. “Yeah, well, you’re not so bad yourself, Munson.”
“Oh Stevie,” Eddie cooed. “I think we’re past last names, don’t you?”
“Eddie,” he said, raising both brows.
“Perfect.”
Eddie lifted their joined hands to coax Steve forward again, but the door opened instead.
Steve was sitting facing the door, so nothing blocked their little hand-holding moment from the gaggle of children at the door.
Eddie glanced at the kids, then Steve, whose eyes had gone wide.
“What are you…” Dustin trailed off as he took in their bare wrists. He glanced at Eddie’s face, then Steve’s. “Holy shit!”
Eddie winced at his volume.
That seemed to be enough to spur Steve into action. He sat up straighter and leveled his most withering stare in the kids’ direction. “Eddie just woke up. You need to keep your voice down, or I’m kicking you out, Henderson.”
“Who put you in charge?” Dustin shot back automatically, but he took a few steps into the room.
“I did,” Eddie said. His voice was gravelly, and he planned to blame lack of use, not Steve’s proximity.
“We see that,” Lucas said with a snort as he marched forward to lay claim to the other chair in the room.
Mike rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. “Seriously? We’re gone for like two hours, and this happens? How is that even possible? You’ve already talked to each other. You guys don’t make any sense together!”
“Mike,” Dustin warned and glanced meaningfully at the fourth boy, who was gently shutting the door. Based on the bowl cut, Eddie assumed this was the infamous Will.
“What? No!” Mike protested. “It’s not because they’re both guys! It’s because they’re them!”
“Whatever,” Lucas said. “Happy for you guys.”
“Thank you, Lucas,” Steve said. He glared at the other three, as though daring them to say something.
“I think it’s really sweet.” Will crept further into the room and paused at the end of Eddie’s bed.
“Will, right?” Eddie asked.
He nodded shyly.
“I’m told you’re a great DM.”
Will’s face lit up. “They said that?” He glanced around the room, and all three shrugged in agreement at various levels of sheepishness. “Thanks.”
Steve looked at him for a moment. “I don’t suppose you took up swimming in California, did you?”
Will shook his head.
Steve sighed glumly and looked toward Lucas. “Well, I got one.”
Lucas let out a bark of laughter as Dustin said, “Hey!” very indignantly.
Eddie laughed too and squeezed Steve’s hand.
Their eyes met again, and as a silent moment passed between them, Mike let out a fake retching sound.
“Shut up, Mike,” Will said as he sat down at the end of the bed.
“Yeah, Mike,” Dustin repeated and he moved over to sprawl on top of Lucas in the chair.
Mike rolled his eyes but he came forward to join Will at the foot of the bed.
“El still up with Max?” Steve asked.
The boys all nodded. “Yeah,” Dustin said. “Nancy and Robin should be here soon. They were going to stop by Gareth’s on the way by. My mom said he called the house to check in on everything, so they were going to read him in on what they could.”
Steve made a noise of understanding. “He’s going to be confused as shit. That’s fine. It’s normal.”
“Normal?” Eddie repeated. “How is any of this normal?”
“It’s a new normal,” Steve said, giving his hand another squeeze. “You’ll get used to it, babe.”
And even as the boys around them protested the word babe being applied to Eddie around their precious ears, he wished he had the strength to lean forward and kiss Steve right now, their precious eyes be damned.
It was fine. They’d have plenty of opportunity later when the teens all left.
Based on the look in Steve’s eye, he was thinking the same thing.
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elderflowergin · 1 year
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2022 kdrama/movie roundup!
It was a tough year for keeping up with anything because life, toddler, etc, but here are the things I watched, in part or whole, that I remembered. Hot Takes Incoming!
Sell Your Haunted House - Jang Nara in boots. Kang Mal-geum in dark lipstick. Touching, gay, many mother issues. The girls were fantastic. The boys weren't bad.
25 21 - I was dropped back into the 90s. Surprisingly, I didn't hate it. The girls were fantastic. Na Hee-do was correct to dump Baek Yi-jin. Moon Ji-woong, perfect boy. Ji Seung-wan for PRESIDENT!
Why Her? - Someone thought it'd be a great idea to throw Seo Hyun-jin's ex-client (shudder) current-student (TRIPLE SHUDDER) Hwang In-yeop into the romance mix when billionaire CHOI YOUNG-JOON and Crown Prince Bae In-hyuk were already there. And they thought it'd be funny if Hwang In-yeop won. NO.
Eve - The superior commentary this year on the horrors of capitalism. It ends with reparations (Park Byung-eun hands over his entire empire to Seo Yeji, who promptly divests it), rich people dying in horrible ways and Seo Yeji doing the tango. Were the makjang knobs dialled up so high they're broken? Yes. Was it fun? YES, because I got to see Park Byung-eun's range, which includes Pained Hottie, and Seo Yeji running men's feet over in cars wearing couture. We can ask for no more.
Juvenile Justice - No one asked "What happens if we take three of the most charismatic working actors in Korean entertainment today and squeezed the life out of them?" But someone answered anyway.
My Liberation Notes - Lee El, a revelation. Mr Gu, a revelation when he started talking, and not the good kind.
Grid - Kim Mu-yeol. Kim Ah-joong and Jang So-yeon had a great year. I didn't understand the time thing at all. This is a me problem, but probably the only time I'll face it this year. Right? RIGHT?
Bloody Heart - Jang Hyuk has done nothing wrong, ever. The girls were fantastic. Lee Joon, I heard your script was meant for Lee Joon-hyuk. Sorry.
Pachinko - The girls were fantastic. Kim Min-ha, baby, you're gorgeous. JUNG EUN-CHAE was everything. Sorry to Lee Min-ho, who had the tough double role of acting as Ko Hansu and also like he belonged to this cast of greats.
Our Blues - Great acting, but my own blues were sufficient for me. The girls were fantastic. Unwanted to wanted pregnancy storyline: no thanks. This is a me problem, but probably the only time I'll face it this year. Right? RIGHT?
Extraordinary Attorney Woo - 75% love; 25% NOT THIS AGAIN.
Little Women - The girls were fantastic. I ran out of air by this point in the year. I'll come back for you, gothic interior design, poison orchids, and Song Joong-ki in the best role he's played all year!
Through the Darkness - Almost too many twirling moustache psychos and dead girls. I did it for Kim Nam-gil because he's so pretty in this and in case it wasn't abundantly clear by now, I don't think with my brain. The lone living girl - Kim So-jin - was fantastic. Jin Seon-kyu, well-adjusted stealth hottie!
Reborn Rich - Samsung owes Lee Sung-min its entire semiconductor business as @rain-hat said. Lee Sung-min owes me reparations for making me watch this show for him primarily (secondarily Park Hyuk-kwon, Kim Shin-rok, Park Ji-hyun and Kim Nam-hee for their acting; Kim Young-jae because he is THE DILF). I'm manifesting NO TIMESLIPS in 2023 dramas.
Under the Queen's Umbrella - Kim Hye-soo pushing up her hanbok sleeves to carry babies and do embroidery should be projected onto my tombstone unto eternity. The girls were fantastic. And I know this is unusual, so bear with me, but: the boys? FANTASTIC ALSO.
Movies:
Vikram - Fahaadh Faasil, my thoughts are nasty and you don't want to hear them. The girls might have been fantastic had they been permitted to live and not be dumdums. That was never going to happen, of course. There was torture and a baby in significant peril, but it was also the most fun I'd had in a while. I should get my head checked.
Ponniyin Selvan - The sheer scale of work and sweat that has gone into the enterprise of making Vikram seem taller than Trisha Krishnan for the last twenty years! Iconic. The girls were fantastic.
The Naked Kitchen - This is sold as a story of a woman choosing between two men. That is a lie. It's about a man coming to terms with his marriage drifting into polyamory, and enjoying it. Shin Min-ah and Ju Ji-hoon fuck in a museum, which was also weirdly sweet.
Asura City of Madness - AHJUSSHIS WHY. Hwang Jung-min's shirttails worked very hard in 2012. Jung Woo-sung ate glass and has pathological issues about being as handsome as he is. We love him for it. We did not love this.
Hunt - Love is your bestie learning how to write and direct just to write and direct you in the role of a lifetime for you, personally. I don't know if that's what happened here, but that's what love is. And chemistry is whatever these two guys have in this completely ordinary movie that did not give any feelings. Hwang Jung-min, pussy OUT.
Decision to Leave - A well-deserved love letter to Tang Wei, just beautifully shot, gorgeous.
Il Mare - Absolutely lovely little film, reliant almost entirely on the star power of two actors who are so charismatic they don't need to meet in the movie to convince you of their romance.
Laal Singh Chaddha - There was a very beautiful wedding at the end. Aamir Khan's face must hurt.
Darlings - A movie that appreciated and respected noted hottie Shefali Shah.
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Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, some anxiety.
“5’s are in, Benson said we’re good ta go.” Sonny spoke, you glanced up at your partner from your desk, “Ya wanna grab a drink?” You gave a weary sigh, pushing back from your desk as you stood,
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” It had been one hell of a long couple of weeks, the case you’d just closed being more than you’d ever wanted to deal with. On top of all of it, your A.D.A. decided that sex crimes wasn’t cutting it and left back to D.C. meaning you’d have to deal with yet another useless lawyer who didn’t know what they had coming for the first few weeks before they finally got it. You’d been with SVU since you’d graduated the academy, partnered briefly with Fin while he showed you the ropes until Olivia had moved you and Carisi together. The two of you worked together seamlessly, from the way you complimented each other when it came to putting clues together to the way you broke a perp in interrogation, you were simply flawless. It helped that you clicked so much personally, often spending evenings after work together, you’d grab drinks, he’d made you dinner a few times, you spent more time with him than anyone else from the squad.
You arrived at your go to spot within a few blocks, it was close to the precinct and about halfway between your apartments. Ordering your usual drinks, you fell into an easy flow of conversation, Sonny told you all about his most recent visit with his adorable niece, mentioning that Bella wanted to see you again soon. You talked about how annoying your baby brother was being, constantly pestering you for ‘cool cop stories’ that he could tell his friends. A few hours passed before you even realized how long you’d been at the bar. When the bartender asked if you needed another round, you checked your phone, realizing how late it was, knowing you should probably get home, it was still a weekday. Carisi was kind enough to pay the tab, walking you out of the pub, 
“I’ll walk ya home Doll.”
“Sonny, you really don’t need to…” You briefly stopped, turning to face him, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, “I live less than five minutes from here.”
“I know…but a lot can happen in a few blocks.” His voice was low, and he was unbearably close to you, you could nearly feel his breath on your face, “Besides…” Before you could even imagine, his lips were against yours, meeting you in a gentle and soft kiss, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek. You nearly sunk into it for a moment before you gently tugged him off of you, 
“Sonny…” His face turned to concern, hands instinctively flying off you.
“Sorry…I just…I thought—”
“No..hey, it’s okay, nothing needs to be weird, I’m just not…into…it…” You could see his face fall, reaching out to stroke his arm you spoke again, “Hey…Dominick you’re absolutely amazing! You’re going to make the luckiest girl in the world incredibly happy one day, there’s no doubt in my brain you’d be the absolute best husband and an even better father…trust me..” He gave you a confused look, 
“Then…why?”
“You’re just not my type…”
 “What..you prefer jerks like Amaro?” You barked laughed at that, 
“Sonny…I’m gay…” His face scrunched, you’d shared so many personal facts over the last few years, yet you’d never mentioned anything about something like this.
“Oh God! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean ta—“ You cut him off with a hand over his mouth, flashing him a smile.
“It’s fine, most people don’t know anyways.” You linked your arm into his elbow, “You were walking me home right?” You gave him a smirk as the two of you moved through the streets of New York, he spoke after a few blocks.
“So…what is your type?”
“You ever watch Grey’s Anatomy?” He scoffed,
“I have three sisters, of course I’ve seen it.”
“Addison fucking Montgomery,”  You practically groaned, Sonny laughing at your response.
“Tall redheads with sultry voices, I’ll keep that in mind.” You free hand smacked his chest gently as you pulled up to your apartment, a smirk on your lips. 
“Thanks for the walk home.” You pulled him into a hug, willingly accepting the kiss into your hair, “Text me when you get home okay?” He nodded before moving down the street as you made you way into your apartment.
***
The following week rolled around faster than you wanted it to, you were at your desk attempting to hammer out details on a case when Olivia approached you a pile of files in her hands.
“Can you take these down to the D.A’s office for me?” You glanced up, 
“Yeah, ‘course. You know who I’m looking for?” She sighed heavily, running a hand over her face, 
“No. I guess just go up to the main office where Barba was, they should be there, no one gave me a name. Carisi was in court today, I told him to meet you down there.”
“Okay, thanks Cap.” You quickly grabbed your things together, tossing on your blazer before leaving the precinct. Always glad for the excuse to leave the office as you moved through the streets of Manhattan. Though the break wasn’t long before you were approaching Hogan Place, you found Carisi at the entrance to the building, greeting him as you moved inside to the elevator.
“Y/N, I’ve got a fuckin present for you.”
“Really?” You smirked, “I don’t see a coffee in your hands..” He scoffed at that, 
“I’ll buy ya one on the way out, geeze.” He rolled his eyes as the elevator dinged signalling your floor. “This present’s more of a person than a thing…” He smirked. Rolling your eyes you both moved easily though the hallway, you briefly knocked on the door of the A.D.A’s office, not noticing Sonny’s smirk as you pulled the files out of your bag, your head down.
“Hey, Captain Benson’s asking for search warrants for Hiller’s house, phone and computer, we’ve got the cause here.” It was when your head glanced up to actually see her that your heart practically stopped. You could practically feel Carisi’s grin oozing through the room.
“..Detective Summers….didn’t realize you were working Manhattan…” Casey’s voice was unsure, a hint of hesitancy shaking through it as she moved to take the files from you.
“I..didn’t know you’d taken over for our A.D.A…” Your voice trailed off, Sonny spoke from beside you, noticing that his surprise of Casey to you wasn’t going as planned,
“You two know each other?” You both quickly nodded out a ‘yeah’ barely looking at each other before Casey spoke again, 
“This is good, I’ll have your warrants sent over by the end of the day.” You muttered a thanks before nearly dragging Carisi away from the office and into the elevator, heart thundering in your chest, feelings completely overwhelming you.
“Doll what the hell was that?” He questioned, a hand on your back in an attempt to calm you down.
“That..”You began, attempting to hold all the tears and emotion back. “Was my fucking ex…” You knew that you ran in similar career fields but you didn’t think you’d actually end up working together, last you heard Casey had been working white collar crimes. 
“The one that cheated on you?” Carisi took your distress knowingly, if you were this rattled it clearly wasn’t cause you happily broke up with someone. You nodded your head as he pulled you into his arms, thankful for the empty elevator, “It’s okay Y/N, we don’t need to worry about her.” You pulled away sharply, he was surprised to find there weren’t tears in your eyes, 
“She’s our A.D.A., I think it’s something we have to worry about.” You rolled your eyes, “I can’t fucking believe this…” When the elevator dinged at the main floor Sonny couldn’t stop you, you’d left the files with him as you’d stormed off, wanting to be anywhere but near the DA’s office. 
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