#that he never mentions her being such a fan of true crime

[amirasainz]

okay okay i love the jealous alexandra!! but what about a continuation where it’s bff kika and amira vs alexandra and miss kika throws some hands!! maybe they were out on a girls day like they have kika and amira days and alexandra was there with her bff an iv and they got to shit talking and kika threw some punches, and amira was yelling in spanish like two very jumpy bffs, and pierre and charles are very much like it’d be painful if we hurt them, cause they may just kill us!! love the better girlfriend fic! this series is so so fun ❤️❤️ ( oml and kelly being very proud of her 2 younger wags when she find out )

I'm so sorry but at the end I had to laugh so bad. Please be aware that this is just a fic and not hate towards any persons mentioned. I hope you enjoy reading and send me some requests. -XoXo

The better girlfriend (Part 2)

Amira and Kika, inseparable as ever, embarked on another girls’ day in Monaco. Their bond was more than friendship—it was sisterhood. Kika played the role of confidante, makeup lender, and partner-in-crime during hungover mornings. Sweet “girl-dates” were their specialty, and Kika’s shoulder was always there for Amira to lean on.

But Kika wasn’t just a soft touch. Like any true best friend, she’d throw a punch or two if needed to defend Amira. Loyalty ran deep between them.

On this particular day, they indulged in a four-hour shopping spree, treating themselves to manicures and a relaxing spa session. To cap it off, they settled into a cozy restaurant for lunch, sipping delicious mimosas.

Seated at the back, they paid little attention to the other patrons—until a familiar voice reached their ears. It was one of those moments when fate intervened, weaving their lives together with unexpected threads.

"I honestly don't know what he sees in her." the annoying voice of Alex reached their ears. Amira and Kika shared a look, both of their faces looking unimpressed. "Yeah" was the weak reply from Alexandras best friend, Sarah. To be honest, Sarah wasn't Alex biggest fan at the moment. The whole stunt she did with kissing a man that was not her boyfriend wasn't ok. But going to said ex-boyfriends job and offend his new girlfriend publicly was just borderline crazy. In her opinion Amira is a sweet girl and a good girlfriend to Charles. No wonder that they are Sarah's favourite celebrity couple, but don't tell Alex.

"You should have seen her, she stood there like an idiot. She dresses like a whore. Hell, I bet she even behaves like one" Alexandra continued. "And of course little perfect Amira Sainz had to play the angel again and tell the media that she didn't take my words to heart. Does this bitch even know who I am? My word is law." For gods sake why couldn't she stop talking, thought Sarah.

Meanwhile, Kika and Amira listend to the one-sided conversation. Both girls started getting angrier the more they heard. While Amiras rage was the "I can destroy your life with one sentence" rage, Kika's blood was boiling. "Who does this stupid bitch think she is" muttered Kika.

But when Alexandra confessed she started the internet rumor of Amira having an eating disorder, all rational thoughts left her head. During those horrible rumours, Amira started really struggling Anti-Ferrari fans and Anti-Charles fans took the presented possibility to write her online hate. Besides, starting rumours about serious topics like that is never alright, no matter who it is about. It was a very dark time for Amira.

Before Amira could even comprehend what was happening, Kika stood up and went to the neighbour table. "Hey, girlie" she said to Alex sweetly, before taking her hair and dragging her out of the chair. Alex screeched like an wounded animal, which gained the attention of the other guest and staff. One young waitress recognised the girls and started filming.

Kika pushed her to the floor and started ripping of her fake nails. "You the fuck do you think you are talking to my best friend like that?" Alex and Kika started ringing on the floor. Obviously Kika had the upper hand. Amira, who was still angry, decided to encourage her besties behaviour. "Vamos, Kika. Acaba con esta estúpida zorra." she yelled. Kika shot her a little smile while Alex looked at her in horror. "Eso es, zorra. Toma tu puta opinión y a ver a quién le importa. " Amira said straight to her face, raising an eyebrow.

Kika slapped her one last time across the face, stood up and said loudly: "Can we get our sandwiches to-go, please?" Amira and Kika turned to the filming waitress who answered excitedly: "Girls, it's on the house for you." After paying their mimosas and taking their food, the two left.

Inside the car, Amira hugged Kika tight. "Thank you" she whispered tearfully. Kika didn't say anything back, just hugged her tighter. What the two girl's weren't aware of, was that at this exact moment, their little video fight went viral. And boy, did the fans stand on Kikas and Amiras side.

Bonus (+):

Max and Kelly stood in front of the girls, the video on in the background. They knew Charles and Pierre wouldn't say anything against their behaviour, so they took it upon themselves to be that bad cops.

"I am very disappointed in you two. Instead of talking it out like an adult, you hit her, Kika. And you shouldn't have encouraged her, Amira. As a punishment you both are not allowed to have any girl-days for two weeks." explained Max tiredly. Instead of arguing, both girls silently nodded their heads.

After a moment of silence Max spoke again: "Kelly, don't you want to say anything as well?" "….Bad girls." was her only reply. While Max held his head in his hands, Kelly shot the two of them a secret wink.

#formula 1 #baby!sainz!sister #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x kika gomez x reader #kika gomez x reader #no hate #max verstappen x kelly piquet x reader

[gh-0-stcup]

Funniest thing - "She's a voracious reader. Always has a book in her hand."

Amy read tons of crime novels to help create her plan. Nick noticed she was an avid reader, but never bothered to look at or ask her about what she was reading.

#such a cool detail #i like it better than him just not noticing anything at all during her unhinged research stage #that he never mentions her being such a fan of true crime #or suggests that might be where she got her ideas from #shows that he never looked at her books or tried to strike up a conversation about them #it would be such a natural thing for them to make small talk about given his aspirations to be a writer #so they were probably barely speaking to each other #she was just there in the house like the potted plant you keep forgetting to water #gone girl #sorry i am captivated

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

The Tragedy of Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen's story is one of tragedy, she is put into a series of impossible situations and finally was killed for the crime of being a woman and wanting her birthright. This fact is something that TG stans are obsessed with trying to minimize or completely erase. Since they're usually exclusively show fans, I'm going to go through show Rhaenyra's life until we hit the end of season 1 (this is a long one so bear with me).

Rhaenyra spent her entire childhood being told she was less than for being a girl and her father killed her mother in pursuit of a son because of this belief. When Viserys finally recognizes her worth, she then has to deal with the misogynistic lords and their lack of respect towards her. Her ideas and opinions are dismissed in the SC, including Otto who fucking suggested making her heir, and they outright send her off like a child when she becomes too unruly for them.

Then after all this, Viserys marries her only friend, thus removing what's left of her support system after Daemon is banished. Alicent also went behind Rhaenyra's back to seduce Viserys. Sure, it was what her father told her, that doesn't mean it wasn't a shitty thing to do. Especially since she let Rhaenyra believe Viserys was going to marry Laena, thus causing her to be massively blindsided by the announcement. Of course Rhaenyra felt she couldn't trust Alicent, of course she felt betrayed, and Alicent never explained why she did it. This obviously drove a massive wedge in their friendship.

Things only get worse for Rhaenyra when Aegon is born. Now the lords who had no respect for her, including the fucking Hand, are clamoring for Rhaenyra to be disinherited. Sure, Viserys keeps her as heir, but does little to reinforce to HER that he isn't considering replacing her. He practically ignores her for the majority of episode 3 until he gets angry with her for not wanting to be his political pawn. Alicent isn't helping matters by never acknowledging the change in dynamic in their relationship, she's the queen consort now, a position she worked to get behind Rhaenyra's back. No things aren't the same, they never will be, Alicent acting like Rhaenyra should just treat her like normal is unrealistic and totally dismisses Rhaenyra's feelings.

Rhaenyra has a completely understandable fear of marriage and childbirth, considering what happened to her mother. Yet Viserys is insisting she marry, and sure, she can choose her own husband, but from her perspective that's basically being allowed to choose your own execution method. And there is also an underlying caveat: Viserys has to approve the match.

In the midst of all this, Daemon finally returns, the one person who completely understands Rhaenyra. He offers her the first scrap of true consideration and then expresses actual interest in her at the brothel. However, he leaves her in the brothel, so, drunk and alone, she stumbles into the arms of her only remaining friend. A man who willingly and eagerly slept with his drunk charge and thought that it entitled him to marrying her. After this, we see that caveat I mentioned come into play when Viserys rejects Daemon's proposal without consulting Rhaenyra, if he truly meant for it to be her choice, he would have let her have the final say.

So now her uncle is once again taken away, her former friend now hates her for not telling her a potentially damaging secret, and her former protector hates her for rejecting to run away with him. And to top it all off, she's now being forced to marry her openly gay cousin to fix the mistake Viserys made when he married Alicent. Then at her wedding, Alicent finishes of what's left of their friendship by declaring war on her and Criston kills Laenor's lover and allies with Alicent.

During the time jump, we know Alicent constantly undermined and abused Rhaenyra. She flouted her power at every turn, factionalized the nobles, taught her sons that Rhaenyra and her sons were beneath them, and shot down any of her opinions in the SC even to the detriment of the kingdom. We know from a deleted scene that Rhaenyra pursued a relationship with Aegon, yet she doesn't have any kind of connection to her siblings later on, meaning that someone must have put a stop to any bonding. After all, why would Aegon and his siblings be willing to usurp Rhaenyra if they had a good relationship? We also know from Laenor's "I thought we were past this" in ep six that Alicent constantly pressed the bastard issue even though Laenor, Corlys, and Viserys acknowledging them as legitimate made them so.

The issue of the Velaryon boys clearly shows how Rhaenyra was thrust into an impossible situation: she needed heirs and Laenor couldn't provide. By choosing Harwin, Rhaenyra was able to have three sons and have a loving relationship (as far as we know). But of course, this small happiness didn't last, as Harwin was sent away and murdered alongside his father by Larys. Before this, Alicent's abuse finally drives Rhaenyra to Dragonstone, by the way, Viserys never did anything to help Rhaenyra against Alicent.

Things finally seem to be looking up for Rhaenyra when she marries Daemon after Laena's funeral. She at last has a steadfast ally in the face of the greens and someone who genuinely loves her. She has two sons by him, her other children are growing up safe and happy alongside her stepdaughters who have integrated well into their new family.

Alas, after six years, she is dragged back into the greens' shit show when they decide to bring up the resolved matter of the Driftmark succession. This marks the beginning of the end for her happiness. Viserys dies and the greens usurp her crown, the news of which sends her into an early labor, killing her daughter. Now Rhaenyra is faced again with an impossible choice: go to war for her throne or bend the knee and risk being killed alongside her children (something the greens were already planning). We know which one she picks, and she's right in this: it's her throne, the greens are usurpers and traitors, end of story. But the greens then murder her son, Lucerys, when he was on a peaceful mission as a messenger.

Rhaenyra has now lost two children to the greens, and in the ensuing war, loses Viserys II (though he was alive unbeknownst to her), Jacaerys, and Joffery. Her stepdaughter, Baela, becomes a captive of the greens, Rhaena is being sheltered in the Vale, and her husband dies killing Aemond. The war takes away everything she loves except her son, Aegon III. She then has to flee KL after six months due to the rioting small folk and betrayal among her council (Corlys is a bitch). When she arrives on Dragonstone, she is seized by her brother's men and burned and eaten alive in front of her son by her usurper brother.

This is the story of a woman tormented throughout her life by the fact that she is a woman. She is undermined and abused as heir, usurped, and killed all for the crime of her gender, plain and simple. TG can try to deny it, but the story is clear, despite Condal and Hess' meddling. And if I see anyone saying that Rhaenyra is bad because she isn't a feminist, that doesn't matter (and that's not a true assessment), her reign sets a precedent for female inheritance in the Seven Kingdoms, that's still important in the long run. She is a tragic character, GRRM has made it clear the usurpation would have happened no matter what Rhaenyra did, she was doomed from the start.

#rhaenyra targaryen #team black #anti team green #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemyra #anti alicent stans #anti alicent hightower #anti aemond targaryen #anti aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #anti otto hightower

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

november with you | kylian mbappé (part i/iii)

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget. warnings: established relationship; mentions of cheating; angst; smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.

(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)

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Part I — Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

“Tonight with words unspoken

You say that I'm the only one

But will my heart be broken?”

“Don't laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?” Kylian asks, already laughing.

Alice tried to keep a straight face when looking at him, but she only has love in her eyes. Her boyfriend had a boyish smile on his face and it's a look that never failed to soften her heart.

“Alright, get your giggles out… But this is serious!” She says softly, holding back a smile.

The blonde held up her phone, displaying a picture of their cat to Kylian. Then, with her impeccably manicured finger, painted in a beautiful maroon color, she swiped to the next photo, which was nearly identical but featured the cat in a slightly different pose.

"Which one do you think I should post?" Alice asks. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, were fixated on him.

Kylian burst into laughter, reaching for her hand and the phone she was holding. He pulled her onto his lap, studying the pictures more carefully.

“Wait, let me see…” He says. He analyzes the pics with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his playful smile never leaving his face.

The three of them – Alice, Kylian and Renoir, the cat – were in the living room of their shared apartment, sitting on their spacious, inviting couch. Outside, it was raining in Paris. The soft rain was casting a serene and cozy atmosphere over the home.

"I'm sharing it on my private account," Alice says. She’s staring at her nails as she speaks. A hint of something more weighed on her mind, and Kylian easily understood her unspoken thoughts.

"This one," he decided, "this one's just right."

He handed her the phone, and a smile spread across her face as she promptly shared the picture for her closest friend to see.

When Alice Morgan-Webber started dating Kylian Mabappé, the French media couldn't get enough of her. Once they made it official, it was like every news outlet fell head over heels for the couple. You couldn't escape their faces: it was printed everywhere. It felt as if the entire City of Love was cheering for their romance. Her stunning looks and magnetic charm had Kylian's fans from all over the world captivated. 

Being an American socialite, the attention she received inevitably turned into numerous magazine covers and fashion editorial features. Alice, who was already working at a fashion magazine, became a part-time model and a world-wide influential it-girl, all thanks to the apparent modern-day fairy tale she was living.

The thing about people is – they tend to lose interest when they see someone's face as often as the Parisians saw Alice’s. It wasn't long before the rumors began. Even though she knew they would come, Alice wasn't thrilled to hear them. People couldn't stop talking about one thing in her new relationship – how incredibly fast she had moved on after calling off her engagement.

The terms “cheating” and “affair” started to show up more and more in articles written about the couple.

Kylian comforted her, assuring her that the media's attention would soon shift to the next manufactured scandal. He eased her worries, pointing out that there were no witnesses to their supposed ‘love crime’.

"David knew I was seeing someone else…" She admitted, her anxiety rising at the idea of the true story of how they met being exposed.

"Baby, stop stressing about it. That’s not the kind of thing a man shares. He won’t speak to the media." Kylian gently smoothed out the lines forming on her forehead and gave her a soft kiss there.

But that was over a month ago. Now, it’s November, the autumn leaves are falling and the chilly wind is making Alice start to stress over different things.

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"I've been living in Paris for a year now," Alice says to Clara, her coworker and dear friend. "I knew it would take me a while to adapt, but now I feel like I'm back to square one."

They were in the meeting room of the magazine, having just finished a meeting. The two of them were used to staying a little longer to chat before returning to their desks. Working for a prestigious fashion magazine was exciting, but there were days when it felt like any regular desk job.

However, Alice had no interest in rushing back to her cubicle. She was worried. Alice looked out one of the large, modern glass windows in the room. "I feel like just as much of an outsider as when I first got here," she admitted. Her days were blending with the memories of when she had first arrived. Back then, she had a diamond engagement ring on her finger and dreams bigger than what real life could offer. It hadn't taken long for the chill, blue weather of France to affect her heart. It had taken Kylian quite a while to warm it up once again. Now, Alice was concerned that the weather was cooling her spirits. She didn't want to feel blue, not after making so much progress.

Clara nodded, trying to show her support. “But just because it may feel the same, doesn’t mean it is the same. Everybody knows you now, chéri, you’re a celebrity!” Clara hugged her friend, trying to cheer her up. “Let’s have dinner together, you need a girl’s night out!” 

Her friend is kind and well-intentioned, but there was a deeper feeling, a sense of not quite belonging, that Clara seemed to struggle to fully understand.

As her shift came close to its end, Alice found herself staring at her laptop, her thoughts drifting away. Kylian was in another country for a Champions League game – a chill ran down her spine as she remembered how David used to leave her alone for days without a word. Now she knew for sure he had another woman. Determinedly, she tried to dispel the intrusive thoughts from her mind. Kylian is working, she knows that. And Clara is right, this time is different. Alice blamed her insecurity and anxiety on her hormones and pushed forward with her day.

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"You smell so good," Kylian mumbled with his face buried in Alice's hair. He had just walked in the door and immediately enveloped her in his arms. "Why do you smell so good?"

Alice could barely speak through her giggles. "I smell the same, silly!" She almost missed his reply, his voice muffled as he showered her with kisses.

"Maybe I just miss you too much."

Peaches, Kylian thought. His baby always smells like peaches. It’s cold November but she always smells like his favorite summer memories. They had been apart for no more than 48 hours, but the moment they were finally allowed to hug each other again, they both shared a profound sense of relief.

Alice takes a moment to appreciate her boyfriend. His beauty. She stares at his face, making sure all her favorite details are still there. He’s really a sight to behold, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks warming. Even after all this time, just the sight of him was enough to make her blush.

When he takes her to their bedroom, their love den, she takes off his shirt in a hurry. She feels an instinctual need to see him – to admire him. She can’t help but reduce his athletic body to its aesthetic. Alice is a first hand witness to the sacrifices he makes to have that physique, but in the moment of pleasure, she could swear he was hand-sculpted by the gods themselves.

“I missed you too…” She confesses in a whisper, like he wasn’t sure of it already. 

It’s with devotion that they start to touch each other. With a passion that can only come from a strong bond. Kylian lifts her, wrapping her leg around his hips and finally kissing her on the lips. A guttural moan escapes him – every neuron on his brain was focused on the taste of her lips. 

There is nothing in the world quite like coming home to the one you love. And being received with such care, Kylian wondered what he did to deserve this much happiness.

“I love you.” He kisses her again. “I love coming home to you.” Another kiss. He gently lays her on the bed. Alice’s legs are still holding him close, she can feel him growing hard so she pushes him closer to her core. “And I love fucking you.” Another kiss, this time muffling a moan as Alice’s feels herself melting when she hears him say that.

Alice leans back into her pillow, sighing with her eyes closed. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding, as if it was trying to escape from her chest.

After taking off the rest of their clothes, Kylian crawls over her, placing himself back between her legs – only this time there was no piece of fabric keeping them apart. Flesh on flesh – their bodies were burning. She was wet before, but now the tension between them felt overwhelming. As Kylian moved, she let out a groan.

He had one hand beside her head, supporting himself, and another hand wrapped around his cock, gently rubbing himself on her folds. The sensation was electrifying, Alice wanted to reach down and guide him inside her. 

"You feel so good," Kylian murmured between kisses. He leans down, his voice a whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" She nodded slowly, begging with her eyes, wanting for him to be inside her more than anything in the world. Kylian pushes himself into her – slowly and steady, stretching her patiently.

They both gasped at how amazing it felt.

“Oh my God…” Alice could barely contain herself. Kylian takes the opportunity to take one of her nipples in his mouth, he suckled and nibbled on it, causing Alice to moan and push herself against him. 

As he enters her deeper, thrusting into her, Alice cries out in pure ecstasy. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him for another kiss. They found a good rhythm and continued like that for some time. The heat, the tightness, it was all too much to bear, Alice could feel herself getting close – she was panting heavily. She reaches up and gently traces her fingers along his face. 

“Almost there?” He asks, whispering to her.

“Yeah.”

Kylian doesn't waste any time. He grabbed her hips tightly, his pace became rougher, more urgent and he groaned with each stroke, going as deep as possible, moving faster and harder until they were both crying out loudly, holding onto each other.

They fall side by side on the bed afterwards. Their breathing slowed down and Alice snuggled next to Kylian, with her head on his shoulder.

“You keep getting better at this.” She says, giggling.

“We keep getting better.” He corrected her with a loving smile.

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[zeroducks-2]

Let’s talk Helena Wayne bc like it’s criminal that we barely get anything about her and that they completely changed her origin and family (the bertinelli mafia family) to add her into the main comic book line.

im torn bc I love both versions of her :(

But I wanted Dick to share some older siblings trauma with her and for Damian to have that “blood” sibling bc I think that would have completely rocked early Damian’s shit. All his life, he was told to be the true heir of Bruce Wayne, but it turns out he has an OLDER SISTER BRUCE HID FROM TALIA AND RA. Idk I just think that would have crushed his lil murder ego and made for some interesting sibling moments and an interesting dynamic.

Lastly, can we talk about how the Batfam fandom completely stole all of Helena (Bertinelli)’s character traits and gave them to Jason??? Im sorry but when in the material source has Jason ever been super devout and catholic? Helena is the religious one, why am I reading about Jason’s apparent Catholicism in fics and HC dumps? Also Jason (besides his Robin days) has never been this savour and protector of the woman and children of Gotham, that’s very very veryyyyyy clearly a trait from Helena and strongly ties into her backstory as a child who suffered coming from a rich bloodline of syndicate crime. And don’t think this is me bashing on Jason, bc it’s not!! I love Jason Todd - but for who he is. Not for this weird fandom version of him who is either still suffering from the craze the lazarus pit puts you through, or this Joan of Arc of Gotham character either.

I'm gonna be honest with you, this character confuses me a bit. I know that Bruce and Selina got married and had a daughter in their Earth-Two incarnations, and this daughter is Helena Wayne, who's Dick best buddy and a vigilante in her own right called Huntress.

Then I know Helena Bertinelli, daughter of a mafia lord who was introduced in the late 80s in the preboot comic continuity, and was a quite murdery vigilante called Huntress who Bruce didn't accept because she "reminded him of Barbara" (you gotta love DC's excuses for sexism and ableism lol it's not like Barbara was dead just paralyzed. Also it did not look like Bruce gave a shit about it at the end of TKJ that Joker had crippled her - "she reminds him or Barbara". LMAO Bruce).

Then post reboot the title Huntress was given back to Helena Wayne, however Helena Bertinelli is ALSO there and she's ALSO called Huntress? She appears in the Grayson run where Dick is an agent of Spyral, and she seems to be Italian-American but I don't think her origin is the same as in preboot? Also I have no idea about Helena Wayne's continuity post reboot - when she was conceived, who raised her, how did she become a vigilante, neither I have any idea where to find this info.

I agree that if she had been raised by Bruce it could have made for an interesting dynamic amongst the bats and birds. It did in Earth 2 even if only Dick is just there - they're not siblings but they also aren't not siblings? The dynamic is murky and I love murky. Pretty sure it would have changed everything for Damian as well, especially the fact that she would have most likely been the first object of Damian's need to prove himself worthy, instead of Tim.

That being said, not much of what you mentioned is fanon about Jason.

Jason had an arc in which he's a priest. Pretty normal that fans HC him as devout or anyway catholic.

Father Todd in Flashpoint: The World of Flashpoint Vol. 1 - this is an AU in which Jason was never taken in by Bruce and was never Robin.

As for the whole "protector of women and children" thing, you probably know that Jason was born in extreme poverty, his father was in and out of prison and his mother died of overdose. He is very much a child who suffered because of a broken system, and given how harshly he reacts when women and children are the recipient of violence "in his Robin days", is it really that strange that fans assume he carried these traits in adulthood?

We see him being sweet and protective to kids many times, or anyway losing his mcfucking shit when children are being harmed (like in Brothers in Blood). Imo that of Jason caring about vulnerable people is barely a headcanon, and I don't see how this would make him the Joan of Arc of Gotham either - if I'm being honest ALL vigilantes should care about minorities and vulnerable people, it's the other way around that is weird as fuck (like that arc in which Dick almost dies to prevent this guy from shutting down Bludhaven's casinos, like what the hell was Tim Seeley thinking exactly).

That being said, I understand your frustration if the character you like doesn't have recognition. Trust me I do! There's a lot of them for me too, especially female and/or non white characters who had maybe 1 run ages ago and then got forgotten by DC, and I would REALLY LIKE to see them more, and to see them acknowledged more by the fans (from the top of my mind, Jenni Ognats or Patricia Trayce).

But this isn't fandom's fault. As I mentioned before, Helena Bertinelli as a fleshed out character was a thing between 20 and 30 years ago, and most of tumblr's userbase was either very young or not born yet. DC forgot about her, stripped Huntress from her to give it to Helena Wayne, then brought her back but as an agent of Spyral and it really doesn't look like they care. Fans can't be held accountable for the fact that she's simply not there. They didn't "steal" Helena's traits to give them to Jason; this implies a willful and malicious intent from people who saw this character and decided her features fit another character better, and it's obviously not what happened - people barely know Helena Bertinelli exists if at all.

Also - I said this about Jason already and I will repeat it a million times: Jason wasn't picked at random from the sea of DC characters to be people's blorbo, he resonates with fans for a reason. Under the Red Hood is a deeply emotional and relatable arc for many people because it's the story of how a child was failed by every single person who was supposed to protect and guide him, and then was failed again as an adult victim who demanded to be seen and heard and acknowledged, and instead was silenced again. It's heartbreaking to see how many people see this and say "this is me, this is what happened to me", but it is what it is, and most of all there is no taking this away from Jason's fans. DC tried to villainize him, to make him look and sound like a madman, to make him unhinged and deranged and they had Tim suggest that "maybe it's the Lazarus Pit that drove him mad", but it didn't work and fans still love him and still consider him a symbol of how "bad victims" are treated worse than their abusers, and keep being retraumatized by a society that prefers turning a blind eye to violence than deal with the issue at its root.

And lastly, bitching won't get you anywhere. I am the living proof that the right way to make people interested in something is to be passionate about that something. You want more folks to pay attention to Helena Bertinelli, then since DC won't do anything with her, the most effective thing you can do is post about her - write essays, draw her, write fics with her, create webweavings and moodboards, commission this stuff if you don't have the skills. Complaining that she should be the recipient of fandom love won't make anyone more interested in her.

#my asks #long post #yall please stop blaming fandom for DC's sins #'no one cares about my blorbo!' look up and see if your blorbo is anywhere in the source material in the past 10 years #DC has historically culled female characters and minority characters even when their runs were beloved and successful #see Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain for an easy accessible example #if it hadn't been for fans yelling about them we probably wouldn't have them AT ALL since DC was adamant in pretending they never existed #despite both of them having had perfectly good selling runs #so no it's not the fans' fault for being sexist #of course there's sexism in fandoms there is sexism everywhere #but it's not that simple and fans aren't responsible for the fuckups of the source material anyway #okay rant over #jason todd #helena wayne #helena bertinelli

[silentglassbreak]

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Onward we go. This one is a little shorter, but it ended where it was supposed to. Bear with me folks. I love you!

Warnings: discussions of the sexuals, alcohol consumption, getting pissed at the main character tbh

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86

Part 2 - Voices In My Head

The absolute worst thing a man can endure is being away from his child and his girl. Hands down. It’s excruciating, being pulled away from my reasons for breathing. It’s worse than dying, which may sound dramatic, but trust me - it’s true.

Yet here I sat, waiting at the table, meet and greet starting in five minutes. We had been on tour for a month now, and I was already over it. Sure, being on stage helped me forget for an hour and a half, but as soon as that high I rode came down, it was just enduring until I could get back to my room and call Mileena, and see her and Addison’s faces.

“You alright, dude?” Nick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I just looked at him, sat next to me, Sharpie already uncapped.

“Yeah, why?”

“You just seemed spaced.”

I huffed out a long breath. “Just homesick dude. Missing the girls.”

He nodded in understanding. “We’ll be there soon enough. Only three days till we play San Diego. Leena’s coming down, right?”

“Yeah, her Dad’s at the house while I’m gone, so he’s going to babysit.”

“Right, yeah, Laura mentioned he was going to watch her so the girls could come.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “You talked to Laura?”

I saw him avert his gaze, the first wave of fans coming to the table.

“Oh, uh,” We both stood to greet them. “yeah we texted a little.”

He was avoidant, but now already talking to a tall girl wearing one of our t-shirts.

Well, we would be unpacking that later.

I was waist deep in autographs, photos, hugs, words of adoration and appreciation. Maybe this also helped distract me too, making it easy to smile and joke with the people who come by.

I was helping a guy unfold his shirt for me to sign while making small talk with him when I felt a tap on the shoulder.

“Noah?”

I peeked over my shoulder to see Rachel, one of our tour assistants, standing and smiling at me.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“T-minus ten minutes, then you’ve got to get stage ready. Your clothes are in the green room, and your ski masks are on the stairs on stage.” She had an earpiece in that she had to take out to speak to me clearly, undoubtedly getting shouted at on the other end.

“Okay, thanks Rach.”

She gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Anytime, hon.”

-

Tonight’s show was just off. First, Jolly broke a string during Artificial Suicide, making him have to switch to his backup rig, and it never played as well. Then, the fucking security guards damn near let a crowd surfer on stage. My voice kept going fucking flat for no good reason, which was an entirely different issue of its own. And finally, the icing atop the God damn cake, was that three fights broke out, forcing us to skip IDWT$, Never Know, and Limits, as it took security so fucking long to break it up.

By the last note of Dethrone, I was fucking done. Typically any irritation I had all came out during those breakdowns, but tonight I just couldn’t fucking shake it. It was maddening.

I stormed into the bathroom afterwards, and splashed water on my face. Maybe I should’ve called Mileena, let her calm me down with her sweet voice and comforting words, but I was too fucking pissed off. I would end up being a jackass, and she wasn’t even here to torture me for it if I was. I elected to call her back at the hotel.

A loud knock came on the bathroom door, which made me flinch. “Give me a sec.”

Only a half of a moment later, there was knocking again. I growled.

I flung the door open, glaring at Nick on the other side. “What the fuck?”

Nick took a step back. “Sorry dude, I’ve got to piss!”

I shrugged, stepping out to let him in. Before he shut the door, he called my name.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

I stared at him. “To…?”

He rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s Josh’s birthday? He wanted to go to a club, remember?”

Josh was the lead singer for Catch Your Breath, the band opener on our tour.

I groaned. “Don’t I get a 'Get Out of Jail Free' card for that? Alcoholic and all?”

Nick just shook his head. “Not this time, man. He’s always helping us with everything, letting us use their equipment and shit.” Nick moved to shut the door. “We’ve got to.”

-

“You’re going to be fine, babe. I trust you.” As I predicted, Leena’s voice was a soothing song in my ear, helping the stress of the day melt away.

“I know. I just wish you were here.”

“Me too, love.” I heard something shuffle on the other end. “Although, I kind of wish you were here.”

I stopped still, my shirt still in my hand, facing the bed where I laid my clothes out.

“Yeah?”

My phone vibrated against my face. I pulled it away, and saw she had sent a text. When I opened it, I nearly dropped my phone.

“Holy fuck!”

The photo was taken from a distance, likely having the phone propped up on the dresser. Leena was on the bed, a distinct Bad Omens shirt on her torso (judging by the listed tour dates and logo), and she was facing away from the camera. She was bent at the waist, looking over her shoulder, naked from the waist down.

Tucked so fucking perfectly between the cheeks of her ass was a jeweled plug.

I almost fell over.

“When did you get that?!” My face lost all color, the blood headed somewhere else.

She giggled. “Laura and I picked it up yesterday. I didn’t know how I’d feel about it, but it’s not so bad.”

I hissed, palming myself over my boxers. “I’m coming home. Right fucking now. If I get a flight I can be there by morning.”

She laughed loudly now. “Baby, you’ve got a show in Jersey tomorrow.”

“Fuck that. You’ve got a fucking toy, inside of you.”

“In all fairness, I took that photo earlier. Took a while to get a good one. I took it out after.”

“Well, I’ll just go ahead and put it back in.” I lowered my voice. “Then I swear to God I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside of you, you’ll never fucking walk again.”

She groaned. “Oh, honey, I’m so fucking excited for that.” She sighed. “But for now, you need to go to this thing for Josh.”

I rolled my eyes. “I straight up don’t want to.”

“Well that’s too bad. That guy totally idolizes you.” I slumped down on the bed. “Plus he thinks you hate him.”

I scoffed. “Why would he think that?”

“Uh, maybe because you never hang out with him?”

“I’m not a God damn babysitter.” I grumbled.

She laughed again. “I love you, grumpy boy. Now be good, go have fun, stay straight, and I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you more, Noah.”

The ride to the club was mundane, especially since I was the designated driver. The streets of upstate New York were busy no matter what time of day. The SUV was filled with laughter from multiple conversations. Jolly drove the other vehicle behind us, opting to stay sober with me tonight.

When we finally valeted the trucks, and entered the club, the volume of the music began rattling my chest. The large room was dark, and the atmosphere was electric. Swarms of bodies danced feverishly with the beat of the music.

Josh got us set up in a lounge area he had reserved, and we all took our seats, a waitress coming over quickly to take drink orders. I just shook my head when she came to me, opting for nothing. It draws less attention than when you order a non-alcoholic beverage, I’ve learned.

Jolly, however, did order a club soda with lime, prompting smirks from the other ten people sat with us.

After a few moments of adjusting, I ended up sat next to Josh, who was chatting away about the band’s album they were working on, asking my opinion on album art.

“I’m having a hard time finding something I like. I want a photograph, I’m really into the realism rather than paintings or abstract stuff.”

I nodded, hollering over the music. “I can get you in touch with the guy who did the photography for our last album. He’s fantastic.”

His eyes lit up, and the AMF he was drinking was slowly seeping through his smile.

“Yeah? That would be awesome, dude!”

He took another long pull of his drink, leaving only ice, and set down the glass. He leaned back on the couch and scanned the room before addressing me again.

“I appreciate you guys coming out, dude.” I nodded. “I know it’s not your scene anymore.”

I chuckled, rubbing a hand over my knee. “Yeah, it’s not. But you’re a friend man, I don’t mind.”

Josh wiped the moisture from his lips, looking straight at me.

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking?” I leaned in closer to hear him. “How long you been sober now, man?”

I contemplated this, wondering if it was worth telling him. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that it couldn’t hurt.

“Just over two years.”

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly impressed.

“That’s fucking awesome, man. Good for you!”

I smiled, nodding in appreciation. “Thanks.”

The next forty minutes were spent small talking with everyone at the table before most abandoned to go get more drinks and find people on the dance floor. I had told Jolly to join them, trusting he would keep his word.

After about fifteen minutes of scrolling through Reddit threads, I felt the couch next to me dip.

“Hey, Sober Sally!” The nickname made me wince before I could look up to see who had the nerve.

My eyes met stark green irises, slightly red-rimmed from alcohol, and freckles scattered around them. I smirked, my irritation fading when I realized who was now sat next to me.

"Hey Rach." She beamed brightly at me and smiled, her strawberry blonde hair brushing over her shoulder while she set her drink down.

"How ya doing, honey?"

I nodded, scanning the room and the environment. "Bored, mostly." I admitted.

She leaned back on the couch, arm draped over the back. "I get that. Why aren't you dancing?"

I snorted. "I quit dancing in bars right around the time I quit drinking."

She chuckled, and I joined her. She lifted her glass to take a swig.

"Noah, 'm so fucking sorry about all the..." She was waving her hand around in front of her face, clearly searching her brain for the words she was looking for. "...technical difficulties tonight." She snapped when she found it.

I waved a hand at her. "Shit happens dude."

She shook her head violently. "Nope, nope. Not when I'm helping, it shouldn't. I work my ass off to make sure it goes according to plan."

Her words were starting to blend together from the drinks. I raised an eyebrow.

"How many have you had?" I ask, smirking, pointing at the glass in her hand that she was tipping back once again.

She smiled sheepishly behind it. "Two."

I nodded again, eyeing her. "And how many shots?"

She broke out in a full blown cackle at that. "Like, five?"

Shaking my head, I laughed at her. She was gone already, and was going to be just so much fun to be in the bus with tomorrow. Thankfully, it was a short ride from Manhattan to Atlantic City.

"I think maybe it's time to slow down?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Hey! I will stop when I am ready!" She said playfully, her body swaying involuntarily, sloshing the liquid in her drink over the edge of the glass, right between her and I on the couch.

We both jumped, and she squealed as the ice cold liquor hit her bare leg below the end of her dress. This drew my attention to what she was wearing. Short, deep red cocktail dress. Scoop neck, cleavage on full display. It was an interesting color on her. It made her eyes pop.

I tore my gaze away from her as I felt her hand wiping the side of my leg, trying to dry the drink spilled on my pants with...her skin, I guess?

I scooched further away on the couch and laughed, her face nearly as red as her dress.

"Still think it's not worth slowing down?"

She giggled, bashful. It was a merry little sound. "Maybe you're right."

She set the glass down, having to bend her body forward, making her chest push out and her breasts nearly spill over the top of her dress. I cleared my throat, looking purposefully away.

She sat back and surveyed her outfit, realizing the entire bottom right quadrant of the fabric was wet with alcohol. She scrunched up her nose and frowned at me.

"Well, this is ruined."

I gave her a sympathetic look, and she leaned back on the couch, pulling her phone from her bag.

"I think I'm just going to call an Uber and head back to the hotel. I've done enough damage for one night."

I knew what the right and proper thing to do was; allow her to do just that. Let her leave, tell her I'd see her in the morning. But she was frazzled, and sad. She's a young woman, riding home alone, in New York?

"I'll run you up there."

She shook her head, standing off the couch. "Oh no, no way. I am not going to be your excuse to bail on Josh."

I threw my hands up. "Why does everyone think I hate him?"

She just laughed in response. I stood up in front of her, then, catching her attention. Her laughing stopped abruptly, her shorter frame looking up at me.

"I'm going to drive you. I'll just drop you off at the hotel and head right back."

-

The ride back to the hotel was quicker, but not by much. We sat in traffic under the dull, murky lights of the streets, and I was rhythmically tapping my finger on the steering wheel.

I could hear her singing under her breath to the song playing through the vehicle's Bluetooth being fed by my phone. I slowly turned the volume higher, her voice coming louder as the music did.

"Crawling my way from a prison cell, no one can save me but myself." She clutched her chest dramatically.

I smirked at her. She looked right at me, singing directly to me mischievously.

"I know there's something more that I'm missing." She put her hand up over her mouth like a microphone, giving her voice a background effect. "Hoping to find place somewhere."

I rocked my head, belting out the chorus. "Staring right into the sun. Looking for the ending before it's begun." She joined me, flashing all her teeth at me. "I just need a reason to bleed. It feels like my heart's going numb."

We continued singing, finishing out the song in sync, but way off key.

The final notes rang off as we pulled up to the front of the hotel, and she laughed at me. "I didn't know you liked Sleep Theory?"

I turned the radio back down. "I like a lot of things."

Her eyelids lowered then, her energy changing entirely. I watched as she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth, and I thought I felt something begin burning in my abdomen, but I ignored it.

"Well," Her eyes glanced up and down me, which made me feel claustrophobic, but also really, very warm. "we should take some time, one of these days, so I can figure some of those things out."

I swallowed, hard. Luckily, before I was forced to respond, she was out of the car, and sauntering up to the entrance of the hotel. I peeled off before I could let my mind wander any further.

What the actual fuck? I've known Rachel for over a year, and never, not once, has she ever come on to me. She's met Mileena, and Addison. She knows I'm a happily committed man, so what just fucking happened? The alcohol. It had to have been.

Back at the club, I luckily didn't have to stay too long before everyone was ready to leave, Teddy, Josh's guitar player, already having ralphed in the restrooms. I was still so bewildered by the entire evening, so I didn't say much as Nick and I halfway carried Teddy to Jolly's car (he's not puking in mine), and reminding Josh that we have to go, and we can always go out again another time.

Josh spent most of the ride home telling me about a girl he danced with at the club, trying to convince me that he would be marrying her. He was done, that's for sure.

It took about thirty minutes for Nick, Jolly, and I to get everyone in their respective rooms. Folio elected to walk to his room on his own, something having irritated him at the club. I had my hands so full with the rest of the guys, I made a mental note to revisit that tomorrow.

Finally, I walked Nick and Jolly to our suite, heading inside to my room.

"Noah?" I turned to see Nick, a look of concern on his face. "You good?"

I furrowed my brow. "Yeah, dude. Why?"

"You were just real quiet tonight."

I pursed my lips, deciding that not telling Nick about the event with Rachel was likely for the best.

"Nah I'm good. Just, you know, club, alcohol..." I gestured with my hand and he nodded.

"I get it, man. Thank you for doing that."

I gave a small bow, waving him goodnight before heading into my room.

Once comfortably changed into my pajama pants, a tank top, and fresh socks, I flopped back on the bed. My fingers instinctively went to dial Mileena, but I noticed the time. 2AM. It was already 11PM at home, and Addison was surely asleep. Mileena had to take her to an appointment early. I elected to text her instead, so as to not wake her if she was asleep.

Me: I'm back at the hotel, baby. Sober as a saint. You up?

I waited, staring at my message, begging for the indication she had read the message, but it didn't come. Before I realized, I had been waiting fifteen minutes. Leena returned texts faster than anyone else I knew, leading me to the conclusion that she was knocked out already.

Me: Get some good rest, babe. I'll text you when we're leaving in the morning. I love you.

I locked my phone, dropping it on the bed, and sighed hard. I would need to find something to distract myself.

Slowly, I let my hand wander down onto my stomach, lifting my phone back up, and scrolling up through our text threads to the photo she sent me earlier.

Mother of God she looked amazing. I was still reeling over her use of the toy, having never been allowed to venture into that territory before. My hand reached the waistband of my pants, palming my growing erection through the fabric. I could feel myself getting excited enough to slip my hand in when my phone buzzed.

It was not, however, what I was looking for.

Rachel: Hey

Kill me. Actually fucking kill me.

I dropped my hand on the bed and groaned, opening the text thread. She was typing.

Rachel: Did I leave my vape in the SUV?

I raised an eyebrow. Was she serious?

Me: I didn't see one, but I wasn't looking for it.

Rachel: OK, can I grab the keys from you? I want to get it before the rentals are returned.

I sighed hard, sitting up.

Me: I'll just go look.

Opening the passenger door, I scanned around the vehicle, the hot pink vape becoming visible from under the seat. I swiped it, and began walking back in from the parking lot.

Me: Got it. What's your room number?

Rachel: 323

I whistled in the elevator, turning the vape over in my hand numerously. Once on the third floor, I padded to her room, doing my best to be quiet.

I knocked on the door once, the electric locking mechanism loud when the door swung open.

What I saw had my eyes bulging, my body freezing in place. Rachel stood inside the doorway, cropped t-shirt barely covering her small breasts, boy short underwear all that covered her lower half. Her hair was hung in strings from a shower, her eyes now free of makeup and false lashes.

"Hey! Oh thank God!" She reached to me and snagged the vape out of my hand, my body still frozen in the same spot.

She brought the vape to her lips, taking a long, painfully long, pull off of the device, the end brightening blue. As she inhaled, her eyes rolled back, and her lips pinched together before she exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

I was stone, unmoving and awestruck. I felt a very distinct shift in my pajama pants, my cock stirring at the sight.

"You okay?" Her words brought me back down to Earth for a moment.

"Huh?" I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from her. "Yeah, yeah."

I let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of my neck.

"Well, see you in the morning." But before I could walk away, her hand was tugging my arm, making me stop yet again.

"Wait." I dared to look at her, which I instantly regretted. She licked her bottom lip. "Do you want to," She tossed her thumb over her shoulder. "come in?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my brain stuttering and glitching in so many different directions. I put a hand up between us, if anything than to just have a physical barrier between her and I.

"No, no I've got to get some sleep. We load up at 9AM."

She nodded, retreating back into the room slightly, a small pout on her face.

"Yeah, okay." She gave me a smile, now a little deflated. "Goodnight, Noah."

I waved, not looking directly at her. "Night, Rach."

I tried not to make such a dramatic beeline to the elevator, but I was nearly at a full sprint by the time I began jamming the button. I stepped into the metal box, sighing with relief and leaning back when the doors closed.

Only two floors up, I was back in my own room, falling back down onto the bed. I took several moments to let my breathing return to normal before I went back to what I had originally planned - masturbating to a picture of my girlfriend, like a good fucking boy.

I tried, I swear I did, but after a minute of running my hand up and down my shaft, my phone fell out of the other, and my fingers gripped the sheets. I would never admit, for fear that I may be sick, that in my mind's eye, I was picturing green eyes, fair skin with freckles, and devilishly long, strawberry blonde hair.

#noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #fanfic

[munsonsduchess]

Rock N' Roll Dreams Come True

summary: you've been joining corroded coffin on tour and at a big show eddie can't keep his hands off you w/c: 2.767 warnings: 18+ only minors dni, swearing, oral (f receiving), use of afab language to describe the reader (pussy, cunt), p in v sex a/n: i love rockstar eddie with my whole soul and my whole 🐱so this one getting the most votes on the poll seemed like a no brainer, again i did take a lot of this from something I'd written before for a different fandom but i've edited it and changed some stuff

if you like this please consider reblogging it and leaving a comment, it always helps me out

(moodboard by me)

It had been a dream come true when the Band got picked up originally. They’d played small shows here and there at first, bigger bars than the hideout, a couple local music festivals nothing mind blowing. That came later when Corroded Coffin had been asked to be the warm up act for the warm up act for a very famous band. 

Now here you all were, it had been ten years of climbing the ladder but Corroded Coffin could sell out an area almost as quickly as Metallica or Iron Maiden or any other band you’d care to mention. 

Everyone at home who had cheered them on, who’d believed in the band, they were the original fans. They might not be screaming their songs back to them in a sweaty crowd of metal heads or getting riled up in a mosh pit but there was no way Gareth, Jeff or Eddie could forget those friends who’s faith had never wavered. 

Dave the new guy maybe didn’t understand at first when a guy in glasses and pink Ralph Lauren polo showed up backstage with a girl who wouldn’t stop running her mouth in the most beat up pair of red chucks. Or why a certain hard nose reporter was only too happy to do fluff pieces on the band's meteoric rise to fame. He understood the California Stoners a little more but it still kind of baffled him when everyone begged one guy to take their pictures. 

This was Eddie’s family. Your family. The band and the Hawkins group. You were all older now, maybe not wiser but you would always share something deep, spring break 86 had truly bonded  you all for life. Most of Eddie’s early song writing for the band after Spring Break is what got the band picked up in the first place. 

So there you were. Sitting on a busted amp backstage watching the boys argue before going on stage. Eddie had apparently broken some sort of rule about being 'cool' and 'metal' to the point where the other three guys just couldn't let it go. Gareth had even decided  to document the 'crime' with his polaroid and now everyone was playing keep away while the photo developed and threatening to give it to the next reporter they spoke to, 

“You’re ruining my image!” Eddie protested, "come on dude don't be a dick" 

“You’re ruining your own image! You’re drinking out of a juice box! What are you six?” Gareth shot back, holding the picture above his head and signaling for Jeff to take it

“I need the vitamin c!” Eddie shot back, "it's not my fault  you all want to get scurvy" 

You couldn't help but laugh as Jeff took the picture and handed it off to a random crew member telling them to guard it with their life while Dave and Gareth wrestled with Eddie. This was the Corroded Coffin people didn't get to see, just four guys who loved each other and loved music, not the on stage personas, not what the media loved to make them out to be and  you were so fortunate you got to experience it all.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

The sound of the crowd cheering and chanting the band name sent chills up your spine and looking up at the others you could tell the band felt it too,

“Knock them dead babe” you smiled reaching up to grab Eddie by the lapels of his worn leather jacket to bring him down for a searing kiss, 

“Always do” he laughed before shrugging out of the jacket and draping it over your shoulders. A little pre-show ritual he swore brought the band luck and with how the tour had been going so far, no one could fault him.

You watched as the band took the stage and the crowd went wild. Your chest swelled with excitement as Eddie started playing, a wink thrown to you waiting there for him before his attention turned to the rest of the band and all that nervous energy transformed into an unbelievable stage presence.

You’d read every article that came out about the boys and  saved every article you’d found, clipped from magazines and pasted into a scrapbook you were keeping so that in years to come when you were all old and looking back on the glory days of your youth, the boys could look back at their beginnings. Along with Gareth's collection of Polaroids, embarrassing or not. 

The articles that made you laugh were usually the ones written about Eddie and his stage presence. The way he acted when he was playing had these journalists convinced he was some sort of tantric sex god, they drew their conclusions from the energy he put out while on stage and how touchy he was with you after. The band thought it was hilarious honestly and put it down to lead guitarist syndrome, everyone assumed because Eddie played lead he was just this amazing lover who could never be sated and while it was partially true it wasn’t everything the assorted press made your relationship out to be.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Eddie’s hair shone under the stage lights, his body covered in a sheen of sweat as he played his heart out to a stadium packed full of screaming fans. They were here to hear him play, just to hear their band. No one else. It had been a long time coming, from playing the hideout every Tuesday to a band of drunks who yelled and threw empty beer bottles at the chicken wire surrounding the 'stage' and demanded old country songs to being hare, now and playing a sold out stadium of die hard Corroded Coffin fans. 

His eyes flicked back to where you were standing, your arms inside his oversized jacket as you sang along to every song and danced along to the music. You knew every word to every song they played, you’d been there when most of it was written and Eddie swore up and down you were the band’s good luck charm. If you hadn’t been there at the club there’s no way the band would have ended up where they are now. 

Turning his attention back to the crowd, Eddie poured his heart and soul into their last few songs knowing that everyone else would do just the same pouring every ounce of their being into the music. That's what it was all about in the end, the lights, the crowds, the fame, it was all secondary to the music itself.

As the band finally finished their set before the encore they came back off stage to change quickly and rehydrate. Eddie had other ideas apparently and rushed at you, sweeping you into his arms ignoring your cries of protest about how sweaty he was and demands that he at least wipe down first,

“Need you now baby” he groaned in your ear, pressing himself against you so you could feel just how hard he was. The energy from the crowd had been unlike anything else they’d experienced all tour and Eddie needed you.

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You were giggling as Eddie stole kisses as he dragged you towards the band's dressing room, the rest of the boys staying behind with warnings that Eddie better not miss the encore and threats of serious bodily harm if he did. His kisses were heated the closer you both got to the dressing room, your protests about his sweat slicked body dying in your throat before you had a chance to voice them. Instead they surfaced as little moans as Eddie’s hands roamed all over your body, he pushed you through the dressing room door and kicked it shut behind him.

Eyes dark as they took in your form, your home made corroded coffin shirt you wore to every show since the first one you'd ever been to,  but above all you were still wearing his jacket and Eddie would freely admit what seeing you in his clothes did to him,

“Baby do you have any idea how hot it is knowing my girl is on tour with me?” he grinned, his hands reaching out to pull you in close by your hips, “knowing everyone is looking at you but they can’t touch”

His teeth nipped at your neck as he sucked a bruise at the base of your throat, his hands trailing down your body to push your skirt up around your hips. You moaned openly as his hands kneaded your backside, Eddie knew exactly where to touch you to make you melt into him. 

You pulled at the hem of the tank top Eddie was wearing and managed to pull it off with his help. As soon as the tank top was off Eddie’s hands were pushing you back towards the couch, 

“Gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows who you belong to” he growled into your ear. 

You let out a yelp of surprise when the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch, reaching out for something to grab onto so you wouldn’t fall but only grabbing air as you toppled backwards. Eddie smirked and licked his lips at the sight of your legs propped up by the arm of the couch while the rest of your body lay flat on the couch. 

Crouching down so he was at eye level with your throbbing pussy, Eddie pushed your legs apart and settled himself between your opened thighs. You could feel the heat of his breath against your panties, the sensation only made you wetter as you waited for whatever Eddie had in store for you.

It wasn’t much of a wait as Eddie’s large hands trailed up your thighs, over your panties, his fingers ghosting over the waistband. Placing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs Eddie moved his fingers along the seam of your panties chuckling to himself when he started rubbing his thumb against clit and hearing the moan you let out in response,

“That’s my good girl, be as loud as you want baby. Want everyone to hear you” he crooned fingers rubbing your soaked panties against your needy cunt,

“Please Eddie, need you, please” you begged, you wanted more than this teasing sensation. Needed him to stretch you out with those thick fingers, needed him. 

Eddie laughed at how needy you were for him. Who was he to deny his girl anything she wanted? His good girl..

“Since you asked so nicely” the sound of fabric ripping filled your ears before Eddie’s mouth was attached to your dripping pussy, licking up the slick from your folds and moaning at the taste of you. Always so sweet for him, he could stay here for hours and had done so on more than one occasion.

You keened loudly at the feel of him, his tongue working wickedly between your legs as he sucked on your clit like it was his favourite milkshake, “taste so good honey” he purred as he slipped a long finger into you.

“Please Eddie, need more” you gasped, “please, please” 

“Greedy little girl, you want more than this? Tell me what you want” 

“Need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me” 

Eddie almost gave in then and there. His cock was straining against the denim of his jeans, it was painfully hard but he was a man on a mission and he would not be deterred. Instead he added another finger using them to stretch you open as his mouth went back to work on your clit. 

The room smelt of sex and sweat, the sounds of your moans and Eddie’s fingers in your wet pussy filling the air to the point that you were sure the crowd could hear it from the main stage. It was music to Eddie’s ears and he wasn’t going to stop until you made the sweetest sound of all for him.

Adding another finger he worked them in tandem with his mouth as he found the spot inside that had you seeing stars and gripping his hair tightly in your hands begging him not to stop. You could feel the coil tightening in your tummy, you were so close and Eddie could feel it too with how your walls were fluttering around him, 

“That’s it baby, cum for me” he encouraged, his fingers moving quicker and quicker until you felt the pressure inside you boil over and you came with a loud moan of his name soaking both Eddie’s fingers and his chin. 

He didn’t stop until he was sure you had come back down from your high and you were panting on the couch trying to catch the breath he’d stolen from your lungs. 

Standing up Eddie quickly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down around his ankles. He looked down at you, your face flushed and chest heaving. God you looked so pretty like this, all wrecked after an orgasm. Almost as pretty as when he fucked you into your shared hotel room bed every night. 

That was for later, for now Eddie needed you and he wasn’t going to wait. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, gripping your hips tightly as he did so. God you were so tight, so warm, he had to be careful not to blow his load there and then. 

A string of curses left his lips until he bottomed out. The stretch was almost unbearable every time Eddie filled you but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his thick cock dragging through your pussy walls. 

The way Eddie fucked you like each time was the first and the last and he’d never get to feel this again, dragging his cock out of you until just the tip was left inside before slamming his hips back against yours. Again and again, angling his hips so that the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you. 

You were clawing at the couch, his arms, anything you could reach. Moaning loudly at each deep stroke inside, you were sure you could feel Eddie in your stomach and it felt incredible. 

You could feel yourself getting close again as your pussy clenched down around Eddie’s cock. Knowing you both weren’t going to last much longer he reached between your sweaty bodies and rubbed quick energetic circles on your clit encouraging you to come apart around him. 

It didn’t take long for your high to wash over you again and you were screaming Eddie’s name for everyone to hear as your vision whited out, Eddie continued to fuck you through your high his own not far behind as he released into you with a grunt.

You stayed like that for a moment as you caught your breath. Splayed out on the couch with Eddie’s weight on top of you, his head resting on your stomach. Finally he looked up at you with a boyish grin on his face,

“Fuck honey you were amazing” he praised, a small kiss placed against your belly button as he pulled out and you groaned at the empty feeling left behind. 

Eddie disappeared from your line of sight for a moment before coming back with a warm wet towel to clean you off with. He placed another chaste kiss against the inside of your thighs before helping you stand and fix your clothes and hair. Not that the other members of the band or really anyone backstage wouldn’t know what the two of you had just been up to. 

Reaching up you captured his lips with your own and smiled into the kiss. Maybe the magazines were on to something after all. The moment was broken when Jeff began knocking hard on the door of the dressing room,

"You have two seconds to get out here or I swear to god I'll kill you myself!" 

Eddie pulled the door open wide and grinned at Jeff's irate expression as if he hadn't just been fucking your brains out on the couch,

"Relax, I told you I wouldn't miss the encore!" Eddie gave you a quick parting kiss before following after Jeff to finish the set for good.

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Days later Eddie came back to the hotel you were currently crashing in with a ‘surprise’ for you. Peeling off his jacket he was able to show off a brand new tattoo, a heart with both of your names written inside. Eddie showed it proudly on stage that night proclaiming to all the world his love for one girl. 

His sweetheart.

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Teenage Dream

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 8,643

Warnings: Smut (if you are under 18, or not a fan of it, don’t read in between the ***. this fic is mostly plot, so skipping it won't make things confusing moving forward), Drunk Fingering (I don’t condone this, but they’re the same level of intoxicated, and there is enthusiastic consent given the circumstances), Mentions of past bad sexual encounter (not SA, not Steve), Steve's shitty Dad (allusions to abusive parenting, very brief), This is mostly very fluffy!

Summary: Y/N Harrington, née Hopper, is trying to navigate her life as a newly married woman. Telling the people she loves how Steve and her got drunk and married in Vegas, figuring out what their next steps are gonna be, and moving the Byers to California. Steve and Y/N decide to follow them on the drive to help them move, and Y/N finds herself caught between falling for her husband, and guarding her heart from him.

Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of Waking Up in Vegas! I got so much love for that fic I decided to make this, and there will be a third and final part titled Dark Horse, so stay tuned for that!

Also, I originally wrote the smut scene in one shot, then Tumblr decided to pull some bullshit and deleted it. I spent over an hour trying to get it back with no success, so I had to rewrite it. I hope you guys like it, I’ve never written smut before, and now I've done it twice.

Y/N Hopper always had a vision of what her wedding day would look like. She imagined her dad walking her down the aisle, tears clearly visible in his eyes, but he would deny their existence. She would wear a beautiful white dress, lace, maybe some tulle. A full bouquet of flowers and a long veil covering her face. She imagined the ceremony out somewhere in nature, with flowers both natural and store bought surrounding them. Everyone she loves all gathered together, and the groom would wait for her at the other end of the aisle. Y/N didn't know if he'd be crying too, or if he would have a big giddy smile on his face, maybe a mixture of both. His eyes were always filled with love when she thought about it. They would say their hand written vows, a love letter to each other, before they would say I Do. There would be a kiss, and he would dip her with such flare like it was straight out of the movies. Well, at least the last one came true.

The night Y/N Hopper, now Y/N Harrington, got married she barely remembered it. A drunken fiasco in Las Vegas. Steve was her husband now, by law. Apparently, the state of Nevada doesn't accept severe intoxication as a valid reason to null the marriage. The newlyweds spent the Sunday after the wedding trying to figure out what their next move was. They both decided to wait until they got back to Hawkins to tell people what happened. From there they were sure the news would spread around town.

Steve insisted on replacing the class ring with two gold bands. He said that if they were legally married they should look married, and Y/N agreed. She asked him why he wanted to, considering they'd divorce as quickly as they could when they got home. Steve got quiet then, until he said that despite being near black out drunk when he did it, he made a vow to her. He would be loyal to her until the divorce went through, and he wanted other people to know that too. Y/N was speechless, she thought he wouldn't want to be tied down to her. Y/N told him he was free do whatever he wanted, that just because they were technically married that didn't mean she wanted to be his ball and chain. Steve looked offended when she said it, and he told her to never refer to herself as that again. They were friends, best friends, she would never be a ball and chain to him. They were partners in crime now, until they signed the papers that said they weren't. After they bought the gold bands she kept his class ring on a chain around her neck, she didn't know why, maybe for sentimental value.

The return to Hawkins was a nightmare. Steve called everyone and had them meet at his house, his parents were out of town and he had the space. That's when they broke the news about what happened. Dustin was the most upset, he said he wanted to be Steve's best man at his wedding, and was sad that he wasn't invited. It took 15 minutes for him to calm down, and Steve told him that he would be his best man the next time he had a ceremony. It was interesting, how he said it. Not a new marriage, or a new wife... a new ceremony. Y/N didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't question it.

Robin couldn't stop herself from laughing, she was in tears, absolutely hysterical. She wanted to know all of the dirty details, and Steve told her he'd talk to her in private later. Y/N liked Robin, she was a cool girl, but she couldn't help feel a bit threatened by her. Steve and her got very close very quickly, and she felt like she was being replaced. She never told Steve any of this, and she never will.

Nancy had walked out of the room after Y/N and Steve had first said they were married, Jonathan following closely behind. Steve had watched her leave, and it nearly tore Y/N to shreds. She didn't doubt Nancy was happy with Jonathan, but there was a part of her that believed that Nancy might have regretted breaking up with Steve. That maybe he was the right person, but it wasn't the right time. He was her first love, and that kind of love stays with you. Y/N had a feeling, a rotten feeling deep down inside her, that as soon as the divorce papers were finalized Steve would realize that he should be with Nancy. That it would light a fire under his ass and he would try to win her back. She would still be friends with him if that happened, but it would gut her to see them together again. It took while for Jonathan to convince Nancy to come back, so they could finished explaining what happened. She didn't look upset, but Nancy was always good under pressure.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, and Max were the most confused out of everyone. They gave Steve a bit of shit for it, but were overall quiet throughout the conversation. Joyce on the other hand had a lot to say.

Joyce told everyone to leave before she sat down and lectured the newlyweds. How much of a responsibility marriage is, how it's not something you can do on a whim. Y/N could tell she was disappointed in them, even if she tried not to show it. It was the type of concern only a mother would have for her kids, and she was a mother figure to Y/N ever since the demogorgon first appeared in Hawkins. When Hopper died, she checked in with Y/N daily. She told her that she could move to California with the rest of the Byers family, but Y/N turned it down. She couldn't leave the little cabin she lived in with her dad. Now with the money she won from Vegas, she could finally fix it up. It's what her dad would have wanted. In the end, Joyce told her and Steve she loved them both and would be there for them every step of the way, whatever they decided.

Murray had only one thing to say, and Y/N still didn't understand what he meant. He said "I was right before, and I don't doubt I will be right again." Murray had always been cryptic, so Y/N didn't waist energy trying to figure it out. Once they all left for the evening, Steve asked Y/N to stay. His parents would be home from his father's business trip in a couple days, and he still had no idea what he was going to say to them. Y/N could tell Steve was terrified of talking to his dad, so she stayed the night. They came up with a plan, and it completely went to shit.

The day the Harringtons came home Y/N and Steve were in the living room waiting for them. The other Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were puzzled as to why Y/N was there, Steve had told them to sit down, and that's when hell broke loose.

"I'll pay for it." Mr. Harrington had said, voice cold and unnerving. Steve hadn't even opened his mouth to tell them what happened when his dad interrupted.

"I'm sorry, pay for what?" Y/N asked.

"The abortion. I'll pay for it. That's what this is about right? My idiot son knocked you up? There's no shot in hell you're keeping it, so I'll pay for it to get taken care of." He said it with no emotion in his voice, like he was talking about doing his taxes. Steve tightened his grip around Y/N's hand, he had been holding it ever since they heard the keys jingle in the door.

"First of all, if Y/N was pregnant that would be her choice. Not yours. Ever. Second of all, she's not. That's not what this is about." Steve said with barely contained anger.

"Thank god, the thought of you as a father would make all the hair on my head turn gray." Mr. Harrington said in relief. Now it was Y/N's turn to get angry.

"Steve would be an excellent father. Now, a year from now, or 10 plus years from now. You should see how he is with the kids, he's amazing with them. He always makes sure they're safe and happy, and they all adore him. I am so proud to see how much Steve has grown over the past few years, and you should be too." Y/N said, her voice strong and unwavering. Steve looked at her like she hung the moon for him, and his mother saw it. Then she noticed the rings on their fingers.

"What did you two do?" Mrs. Harrington said in shock. She pointed the rings to her husband, and the man became as pale as a ghost.

"We're married. It wasn't planned, and we're still figuring it all out, what to do next, but we both thought you should know." Steve said calmly. The silence was thick around them, before Mr. Harrington stood up and walked to the kitchen. He poured himself a three fingers of bourbon and swallowed it all in one gulp.

"Y/N you should leave, I need to speak with my son alone." He sounded angry, a quiet angry, dangerous angry.

"Anything you can say to him you can say to me. We're in this together." Y/N stood up in front of Steve, who was still sitting on the couch. She had fought monsters from a different dimension for three years now, this man didn't scare her in the slightest.

"Go Y/N." Steve said quietly. She turned around, a protest at the ready on her lips, before she saw the look on his face. He had a thousand yard stare, looking into the distance like he knew what was about to happen, and he didn't want her to see it.

"But Steve-"

"Go. It's alright. I'll.. I'll talk to you later okay?" Steve interrupted. His eyes on her now, begging her to listen to him. Y/N didn't want to leave, she wanted to be there for him, but Steve was shaking his head at her. His pretty lips were sucked between his teeth, he looked scared. Y/N saw Steve walk into so many fights, ones where he thought he could win, and ones he knew he would lose, but every time he had a brave face. Not this time.

"Listen to him girl. Go. This is a family matter." said Mr. Harrington.

"I am family now. I married your son." Mr. Harrington looked vicious after she said it. "But if Steve wants me to leave, I'll respect his wishes." She got on her knees in front of Steve, she placed the hand where the shiny gold band rested on her finger on his knee, and looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" She asked, voice soft and patient. Steve nodded, and with a sigh Y/N got up to leave. She told him to call her if he needed anything and went to drive home.

A few hours later Y/N heard a knock on the cabin door, or what was left of it. There was plain plywood covering all of the holes, but you could still get in and out with little issue. She opened the door to find Steve standing there, his face was red and blotchy but he looked alright otherwise. Y/N let him in and gave him a hug, and the pained gasp he let out when she squeezed him tight made her heart break. Steve told her he didn't want to talk about it, but Y/N had an idea about what happened. They had banana splits for dinner.

Steve stayed inside the damaged cabin for a few days, and Y/N did everything within her power to take care of him. When he asked why she was doing so much for him, she said that's what wives do. They take care of their husbands. Steve went quiet, but when Y/N sat down on the couch after trying to turn the new TV she bought on, he wrapped an arm around her, and kissed the side of her temple. They didn't talk about it, Y/N didn't want to pry and Steve didn't mention it. Things got better after that.

Steve and Robin got hired at the Hawkins Family Video, Steve came home to Y/N with a giant smile on his face. Y/N had hired a contractor to fix the cabin, and she was assisting the process. They both decided it was cause to celebrate, so they went out to dinner to Enzo's. Steve talked about how excited he was to work with Robin again, and Y/N bit down the jealousy that rose in her throat. She was happy for Steve, truly and honestly, but she couldn't help it. Y/N told him she was considering taking up the newly hired Chief Powell's offer for being a secretary at the station. He told her that with all of the recent events Hawkins, they could use the extra help. Y/N knew it was because they pitied her, but she was gonna take it anyway. Steve was overjoyed, and that night they went back to the cabin and shared a bottle of Merlot he swiped from his Mom's wine fridge. They both ended up passing out in Y/N's twin sized bed, but neither of them complained.

It was a couple of months into Steve and Y/N's marriage, and the idea of hiring a divorce lawyer kept getting pushed back.

"We'll call them next week." Steve had said at the beginning of August. It was October now. Joyce had bought a new house in California, and they all helped the Byers, plus Eleven, pack up the house. Y/N had asked her sister if she wanted to stay with her in Hawkins, but Eleven had simply said that she was her sister, not her Mama, and that was the end of that.

Y/N was going to follow them on the road to California, and Steve didn't hesitate to come with her. It took a lot of groveling, but Keith gave him the time off. So now they were sitting in Steve's burgundy BMW, on the I-40 heading to Lenora Hills.

Steve was behind the wheel, fingers tapping mindlessly to a random Queen song that was playing on the radio. Y/N had her feet on the dash, the window was down so she could feel the cool desert night air on her face. It was day two of the drive, and they'd been on the road all day following behind the Byers moving truck. They were somewhere in New Mexico, maybe Arizona, Y/N had stopped paying attention to the road signs back in Oklahoma.

That was until she saw a sign that read 500 miles to Las Vegas.

"Should we take a detour?" Steve asked, eyes filled with boyish humor as he looked where Y/N sat.

"Oh ha ha, very funny Stevie." Y/N groaned, fiddling with the gold band on her finger.

"Just a thought, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Steve replied. Y/N looked over to Steve and watched him as he drove, his eyes were half lidded with poorly hidden exhaustion, but he had a small smile on his face as he looked towards the endless road in front of him.

"Well, I don't think we could get drunk married twice. But who knows where another night getting sloshed in Vegas could lead, I might wind up pregnant." Y/N said before she could stop herself. Over the course of the past couple of months, neither Steve nor Y/N brought up what happened that night, when they both got back to the hotel room. Both of them assumed the other didn't remember, but they both knew. Y/N thought about that night often, she could never forget it. That night was burned into the back of her mind forever.

***

Steve couldn't stop touching her. His hands were everywhere, gripping, pulling, caressing every inch of Y/N's body as he kissed her. Y/N had her leg wrapped around his waist as she ran her fingers through his hair, it was just as soft as she thought it was. They were both in the elevator heading back to their hotel room, the duffle bag of winnings kept banging into Y/N's hip, but neither of them cared. Their drunken minds too preoccupied with each other than their surroundings.

Y/N could vaguely hear the chimes of the elevator going up each floor, but she could barely pay attention to it when Steve started trailing kisses down her neck. Every nerve in her body was singing, she could feel the stubble on his chin drag across the plains of her skin. He started sucking on her neck, and Y/N couldn't control the moan that left her throat.

"Steve." Y/N whined, and he only stopped leaving the mark on her throat to groan as she said his name.

"Say it again." Steve ordered, voice husky and slightly slurred. He bit down on curve of her neck, and Y/N felt her knees buckle.

"Steve!" She moaned, so loud she was sure everyone in the building could hear what they were doing.

"Fuck, don't stop." Steve pressed his leg in between Y/N's open thighs, and that's when she felt it. The length of his hard cock was pressed against her, straining against his black dress pants. She slid her hips against it, heat pooling deep inside of her.

"Steve, Steve, Steve." She chanted as she rubbed herself against him. Steve started kissing her again, it was sloppy, wet, filled with tongue and teeth. Y/N didn't want it to stop.

The doors of the elevator opened, and he didn't hesitate to drag her across the hallway to the door of their room. They kept switching places with each passing door, with either Steve shoving Y/N against the wall or her shoving him. When they finally got to the door Steve let out a groan.

"We, fuck, we.. we never found my key." Steve whined.

"I have... I have mine. It's, uh, it's in my purse." Y/N replied as she turned away from him to open the door.

"You're a fucking genius Y/N. A goddamn, miracle." Steve said as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing his chest against her back. Y/N struggled to open the door, her mind fuzzy with alcohol and the feeling of Steve's cock pressed against her ass. She finally got the door open, and he all but shoved her inside.

It was a bit of a blur then, she remembers Steve throwing the duffle bag somewhere on the couch, and Y/N complaining that she felt sweaty. That's when she remembered Steve filling the hot tub, Y/N was on her knees trying to take off his jacket. She slowly peeled off every layer of his clothing until he was left in his boxers and socks. Y/N could see the tent that formed inside his white Calvin's, a wet spot at the very tip. She wanted to lick it.

"Turn around baby." Steve instructed. Y/N followed his order and turned away from him, he slowly unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She turned back around and Steve started kissing her again. The tub was full then, and he slowly stepped inside, leading her to join him. She didn't stop kissing him once.

The tub was warm and bubbly, Y/N was straddling Steve's lap, her hips grinding against him. She didn't know if it was her that was moaning or him, but she didn't care either way. She just had to keep touching him. She felt like if she stopped touching him, Steve was going to disappear.

"Can, shit, can I?" Steve asked, his fingers flicking the band of Y/N's bra. She nodded and started kissing him again, but he stopped her.

"I-I need to hear you say it. Please baby, I need to hear it." Steve begged.

"Yes, please, Steve, please." Y/N whined, kissing him between every word. She could feel him smile through the kiss as he skillfully undid her bra. She felt the straps slowly fall down her shoulders, before it started to float away in the jets. Y/N pressed her bare chest against his, not once stopping the slow rhythm of her hips as she grinded against him.

Steve had one hand gripping her hip tightly, while the other moved up to touch her chest. Y/N could feel the smooth touch of his fingertips as they lightly dusted across her nipple. She couldn't control the full body shiver she let out, and she couldn't control the loud moan that left her lips when Steve lowered his mouth to lick it.

Y/N let her head fall back with a whine, wanton and desperate. She arched her back, and Steve planted wet kisses across both of her breasts.

"Y/N, f-fuck, please. Can I please touch you." Steve begged in her chest, his kisses trailing upwards again towards her neck. "I'm gonna make a mess in here if you keep movin' like that. Please baby, let me touch you. I'll make it sooo good for you, I promise Y/N. Just let me in." She could hardly think, she was hot, too hot. All she could feel was heat, inside her, around her, just so much heat.

"Yes, yes please. I don't care if it hurts, just touch me." Y/N pleaded.

The first and only time Y/N had sex was when she was 17. His name was Sean McLaughlin, a rookie cop at the Hawkins police department. He used to flirt with her when she'd visit her dad at the station, he was freshly 19. He asked her out on a couple dates, and she hid it from her dad, his boss. She lost her virginity in the back of his pick up truck out by Lover's Lake. It hurt at first, and didn't feel very good throughout, but he said that was normal for girls. And she believed him. It was a week later that Sean announced he was leaving Hawkins for Indianapolis, she never heard from him again.

"Hurts? What, uh, what are you talking about?" Steve asked, his kisses coming to a complete stop.

"It's supposed to hurt for girls, I- I know. It's okay, as long as it's you." Y/N replied. She looked down to see Steve staring at her, his half lidded eyes sad and angry. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, caging her to him.

"I don't know who the fuck told you that bullshit, but it's not supposed to hurt. It's supposed to feel good." Steve replied. Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment, so she rubbed her hips against Steve's length, hard, and swallowed the choked gasp that escaped his lips.

"Then show me Stevie, show me how it's meant to be." Y/N whispered in his ear, pulling the lobe in between her teeth.

Steve wasted zero time in pulling her white lace panties off of her. She could feel the delicate fabric slowly inch down, before she was forced to lift her hips out of the water. He struggled to get them off for a moment, and it made Y/N giggle watching his face warp in frustration, like her underwear personally offended him. Once they were finally free off of her body, Steve swung the damp fabric around his finger, a smug smile on his face. He pulled the string back like a sling shot, and launched it to the other side of the room. Before Y/N could complain, Steve brought his lips against hers. Her head was spinning, and all she could focus on was the feeling of Steve’s fingers trailing down her middle.

His touch was feather light as he ghosted her skin, she barely felt him grace the trimmed hairs between her legs. Y/N desperately wanted him to move quicker, press harder. She tried to grind against his hand, but the firm grip he had on her hip kept in her place. She was stuck, and had to be patient.

Steve's fingers were slow, moving with a purpose. She felt them tread lightly against her pussy, warm and wet from the bubbling water around her. She was whining, begging him to do something. He chuckled, and finally gave in. She felt him flip his wrist and cup her right where she wanted him, his palm pressing hard against her clit.

"Yes, yes, more, please, please, please." Y/N was babbling, desperate and shameless with her begging. Steve kept his hand there, gently moving it up and down against her.

"You want some more sweet girl?" Steve hummed, perfectly content with keeping his pace. He was driving Y/N crazy.

"Yes, God, Steve, more I-I need more." That's when she felt it, his long finger pushing inside of her. Steve's thumb was rubbing gentle circles on her clit, pumping the digit slowly in and out, in, and, out. Y/N tried to lift her hips up, slide up and down on his hand, but Steve's grip never faltered. She loved it, she hated, she needed him to get a move on.

"Fuck, Steve." She whined, Steve finally letting up on his grip as he pushed another finger inside her. Y/N began bounding on his hand, back arched and chest fully on display in front of his face. He left kisses everywhere he could touch, maintaining a steady rhythm with his fingers.

Everything was too much, too much and not enough. She could feel her tits bouncing with every thrust of her hips, moans and whines escaping from her mouth without her control. She had never felt like this before, sexy, reeling with pleasure. Y/N ran her fingers through Steve's hair, and pulled.

"Fuuck, that's it Y/N, good girl. Keep going, s-shit, you're squeezin' the life out of me." Steve groaned, his pace growing faster and faster, pumping in and out of her. He could feel how soft, warm, and wet she was, how incredible she looked in the throws of ecstasy. He was sucking on her neck, gripping her ass as she rode his hand. Y/N didn't think anything could ever feel this good, that was, until Steve curled his fingers and pressed on something so deep inside her it felt like she was about to explode.

"Yes! Steve, Steve, right there. Don't stop, please, right there, right there. Fuck, don't stop!" Screw the hotel, Y/N was moaning so loud surely all of Las Vegas could hear her. Something was building inside her. Her pussy was pulsing, throbbing, with every thrust of Steve's fingers. A molten heat was spreading thick in her veins. She was on the razor's edge of bliss, she just needed a little more, just a little more and she'd be there.

"You close sweet girl? Gonna cum for me? You're doing soo fucking good, baby. Please Y/N, fuck let me see it. I need to see it. Cum for me. Let me see my wife cum on her husband's fingers." Steve begged, his fingers maintaining the same mind melting rhythm inside of her. A few more thrusts and she was over the edge, waves of intense pleasure washing over her. She was cumming harder than she ever had before, it just went on and on and on as he worked her through it.

"There it is, perfect, fucking sublime. You look so gorgeous like this Y/N. Oh God, I could do this all day, every day, all fucking night. Watch you cum over and over again, I'd never get tired of it. So good, you did so good for me." Steve praised, pressing gentle kisses on her face. She never felt this good before, didn't think she'd ever feel this good again. It was so much, it filled her, consumed her whole. The waves trickled down as Steve slowed his fingers, Y/N's body collapsing into him.

She remembers Steve pulling his fingers out of her, and asking her something. She didn't remember what he said, but she did remember him softly chuckling to himself as he clumsily carried her out of the tub. His legs wobbly and unsteady as he grabbed a towel for her.

Steve got her dressed and tucked her into bed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. Y/N was barely conscious, but she would never forget watching him walk to the bathroom, sopping wet boxers clinging to his ass. She watched him slowly lower them onto the tile floor, before taking his cock in hand and finishing himself off. Y/N could see Steve's beautiful face through his reflection on the bathroom mirror, gorgeous chest and stomach on display, but not what laid underneath. She felt like a voyeur, watching Steve pleasure himself, but her drunken mind didn't care. She needed to see him cum, see what he looked like when he did.

After a few minutes she got her wish. Steve came into the palm of his own hand, his pretty pink lips in the shape of an 'o' as he did. He threw all of himself into it, head back, throat exposed, spine arched in bliss. Steve was vocal. Deep moans, whines and groans escaping his lips as he came.

It was rapturous, and Y/N passed out seconds later.

***

"Don't want to start on our six little Harringtons quite yet Y/N?" Steve jested as he drove. Y/N shook herself out of the fantasy, it wasn't the time nor place for a lustful stroll down memory lane.

"Please, I'm pretty sure we'd put your father in an early grave if I came home from this trip knocked up." She said with a note of relief. Y/N was grateful that their friendship hadn't been ruined, despite the colossal elephant in the room. Getting married was one thing, hooking up was something else entirely. You could write the marriage off as a drunken mistake, but the intimacy they shared in that tacky hotel room couldn't be, at least not for her.

Y/N wasn't naive, she knew Steve had experience. He had girlfriends, casual hook ups, a one night stand or more. It shouldn't bother her, didn't bother her, but it was different for Y/N. Her one experience was nothing compared to what she did with Steve. He took care of her, in more ways than one, and took nothing from her for himself. That night tilted Y/N's world on its axis, and the gravitational pull she felt for Steve only got stronger when her memories of that night returned to her. She feared that Steve was becoming her Sun, and she the lonely moon, basking in his light as she's drawn into him by a magnetic pull. Bit by bit Steve was placing himself as the center of her universe, but two celestial bodies don't make a solar system. She was just one fragment of Steve's life, and the thought ate away at her like an all consuming black hole.

"You're probably right. Wouldn't want to send my old man to meet his maker just yet, what a horrible tragedy that would be." Steve said, heavy sarcasm strung throughout. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her situation. Here she was, driving to California with her legal husband Steve Harrington, joking around about having kids and his shitty dad. It made her miss her own father terribly, and suddenly she didn't feel like laughing anymore. She took her legs off the dash and put them in their rightful place on the car floor, all of the easy going feelings draining from her as she sunk her head into the leather headrest.

Steve noticed her quick change of mood, of course he did. He reached over and lightly grabbed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee, rubbing soft circles with his thumb. An innocent touch filled with affection, but Y/N couldn't stop the brief shiver that traveled down her spine. It was so similar to how it was that night.

"Your Dad would be proud of you, ya know." he consoled, "How good you are with El, your work at the station, all that jazz."

"You'd think he'd be proud of me for getting wasted and hitched in Vegas?" Y/N mused, turning her head to face Steve once again. His eyes quickly switched from her to the road, but even in the dark she could see the top of Steve's ear turn pink.

"I'm pretty sure your Dad would have kicked my ass. Shit, I'm almost positive if Mike wasn't 14 he would have knocked him around a bit, so there would be absolutely zero hope for me." Steve began, "You on the other hand? I think he'd just avoid the subject all together and pretend it didn't exist. Hopper didn't seem the type do well with awkward emotional stuff."

"You're certainly right about that one. He had to consult Joyce on anything that required sensitivity after Mom left." Y/N chuckled, "There was this one time, I was around El's age, and I had a massive crush on this boy." Steve whipped his head to face her, eyes scrunched and moody.

"Who?" He asked as he nearly drove the car into the oncoming traffic lane. He adjusted quickly, but Y/N was too busy laughing at him to notice. He sounded like a startled owl when he said it.

"Don't get pissy at me when I tell you." Y/N chastised, even though she knew he would.

"Christ, who was it?" Steve groaned. A part of her didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be fair to keep secrets from her legal husband.

"Jonathan Byers." Y/N stated, and it took everything within Steve to not slam his foot on the breaks.

"Jonathan?! Seriously Y/N?!" He complained.

"I told you not to get pissy at me when I told you." Y/N said as she rolled her eyes, knowing the theatrics Steve was about to bestow upon her.

"What is it about Jonathan fucking Byers that gets him all this attention. I mean Jesus Y/N, he was a year below you, how did you even notice him?" Steve tried to control the obvious jealousy in his voice, but he was clearly failing at it.

"Nancy was a year below you and you noticed her." Y/N had a point there, so Steve thought it would be best to keep his mouth shut. "Besides it was 8th grade, that's like ancient history."

"What did Hopper ask Joyce about?" Steve begrudgingly asked, too curious for his own damn good.

"Well as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted." Steve rolled his eyes, but let her continue on with her story. "I had a huge crush on Jonathan. It all started when he complimented my Science Fair project on general relativity."

"Was that the one where you made outer space out of yarn? With the lead ball and magnets?" Y/N was surprised that he remembered it. The Science Fair was mandatory for all 7th and 8th graders, only of handful of kids got really into it. She spent weeks weaving her own version of the fabric of space, finding different balls with various sizes and weights to display how mass affects gravity. Only a couple of kids showed up to her display, but she didn't remember seeing Steve.

"Yea, how did you know?" Y/N asked, pausing her story once again.

"My display was across from yours. I had the really shitty baking soda volcano, it barely worked." Steve reminisced, "Anyway, continue on about how Jonathan Byers stole your heart over Einstein." He sounded a bit too jaded, but it was too late to dwell on it now.

"Well, he walked up to my display and asked me a bunch of questions on relativity. He was the first person, besides my Dad, who seemed to actually give a shit about what I had to say. It was instant butterflies." Y/N continued on, "I nursed this crush until Valentine's Day, I made him this really dumb card that said You Matter A Lot To Me with three cylinders, but instead of circle particles for each state of matter they were hearts." Hopper lost his mind with how much glitter she spilled on the living room carpet after she was finished with her card. It took weeks to get most of it out, but for years later she'd find a random speck of red glitter floating around as a reminder.

"Let me guess, he didn't like the card?" Steve would never understand it if he didn't, if she made him a card like that he'd put it on a frame on his nightstand till the end of time.

"No, I never gave it to him. I was about to put it in his locker when I saw him give Stacey Maloney a Valentine's Day card. My little 14 year old heart shattered, and I came crying home to Dad. He was completely clueless." Y/N giggled at the memory, "So he calls up Joyce, and after a brief argument of him asking why her son hurt his daughters feelings, he asked her what he should do. I don't know what she told him, but he took me out for ice cream and said I shouldn't cry over a dumb boy because he didn't like me. He tried to do this whole analogy thing about princes and ogres, but I think he got lost in the metaphor. It made me feel better though."

"And I'm assuming Jonathan was the ogre in that situation?" Steve snickered.

"Yea, he was. Does that make you feel better Stevie?" Y/N teased, amused by his thinly veiled annoyance.

"Oh yea, totally." Steve replied with a laugh, "I'm sure where ever Hopper is right now, he's glad you didn't accidentally marry an ogre."

"Does that make you the Prince then?" Meaning the words more seriously than they sounded. Steve looked over to her, a charming smile on his face.

"His excellency, Prince Harrington, at your service."

Steve and Y/N made it to Lenora Hills later than they thought. By the time they unloaded the moving truck it was past dark. Joyce thought the pull out couch she bought would have been delivered by the time they got there, but it never arrived. She felt horrible, apologizing ad nauseam to the two of them, but they didn't mind it. Steve reassured her that they would find a motel somewhere and help them finish unpacking in the morning, and after a few more I'm so sorry's, they were off on the search for a neon vacancy sign. They ended up finding a beachfront motel 30 minutes away that didn't look too bad. Steve took care of booking the room while Y/N dipped her toes into the ocean water.

She had never seen the ocean before, not in person. It was a deep rich navy blue, ripples of bright moonlight scattered across its surface. Y/N thought she could sit and stare at the open ocean for hours.

"I took care of the room, so we're all set there. I saw a convenience store a couple blocks back that looked open, if you want I could grab us something to snack on before bed." Steve said as stood beside her, Nike sneakers in hand.

"Can we eat on the beach? It's a pretty nice night, seems like a waste to stay inside." Y/N asked, eyes still facing the ocean waters. She didn't notice that Steve's eyes weren't focused on the picturesque scenery around them, they were locked on her as she stared at sea in wonder.

"For sure, sweet girl. Anything you want." Y/N felt the heat rush to her cheeks from the endearment, but before she could comment on it Steve handed her the room key and made his way to the car.

The motel room was simple in design, nothing like the room they shared in Vegas. The walls were light blue, cheap art of surf boards and seashells decorated the walls. There was a mini fridge, a small TV, and a circle table big enough for two next to the door. There was one queen sized bed in the center, and Y/N sighed to herself at the bizarre familiarity of it all. Steve had already carried their bags inside, and took the initiative of putting away their toiletries away in the bathroom.

She hopped in the shower to rinse off the sand and grime from a long day's drive, the warm water rejuvenating her skin. As she went through her routine her minded wandered to thoughts Steve, as she often did these days. The way he spoke to her, about her, throughout the trip was bittersweet. It was as if they were a real young married couple. When they stopped for gas she heard him ask the cashier if they had any Reese’s Cups in stock. He told the clerk that they were his wife’s favorite, and no Reese’s Pieces were not the same: “the Mrs. is very particular about her chocolate.”

He did that a lot, refer to her as his wife, refer to himself as her husband. She knew he took the vow seriously, as temporary as it would be, but every time he said it, the lines she so carefully drew in stone were whisked away like the sandy beach just outside their motel room door. Y/N battled with herself about whether or not she should tell him to stop. She wanted to tell him that every time he said it, she wished it were true. That they did everything right, fell in love, went steady, got married with all of their loved ones around them. It was a reminder that even though she had what she wanted, it wasn’t real. It was a drunken mistake, Steve would leave her the second the divorce papers were signed. The more he referred to her as his wife, the less she wanted to be known as his friend. Y/N didn’t think she could handle the heartbreak of losing the man of her dreams while she still had his last name. She never told Steve this, but a few weeks before they left for California she legally changed her name to Harrington. The new driver’s license sat heavy in her wallet, knowing she’d have to change it back eventually. Y/N told herself that it just made things easier until they could call a lawyer, but deep down she knew she wanted proof that on some level, she belonged to Steve, and he belonged to her.

“Y/N? You there?” Steve’s voice rang out through the small motel room.

“Finishing up in the shower Stevie, be right out!” Y/N wrapped her body with a towel and walked outside the bathroom. Steve was scavenging his duffle bag for the beach towel they packed, the six packs of beer and plastic bags filled with goodies he bought from the convenience store scattered around him. She casually waltzed over to her bag and grabbed a pair of jeans and the sweatshirt she stole from Steve after their Vegas trip, and went back to the bathroom to get changed.

"Did you pack the beach towel?" Steve asked after he dumped the contents of his duffle bag on the ground.

"It's in your black duffle bag at the bottom." Y/N shouted from the bathroom as she pulled her legs through her jeans, jumping a bit as she pulled the belt loops up. They were her favorite Levi's, and she shrunk them by accident at the laundromat. They still fit, but they hugged her hips and thighs tighter then normal.

"I just checked and it's not in there." Steve groaned, roughly shoving the stuff back in the bag.

"It's in your other black duffle, with the white seams, not black." Y/N was almost finished getting ready, all she needed to do was roughly blow dry her hair. Steve packed hers specifically, it was another thing she was particular about.

"It's not here." Steve said as he walked into the bathroom, hands on his hips and a grumpy look on his face. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, Steve could be so dramatic at times. She didn't notice that the frustrated look disappeared as he checked out her ass in the jeans she wore, a pair that quickly became Steve's favorite.

"We put it in the back of the trunk remember? Pretty sure the miniature hospital kit you keep back there is blocking it." She giggled as she finished up with her hair. Steve quickly shot his eyes back up to her face, not wanting to get caught by his stare.

"I've had my ass kicked one too many times to not keep a first aid kit back there. Besides, with all the little buttheads we supervise you can never be too careful." Steve sounded slightly peeved, but there was no denying he would drop everything for those kids if they needed him. Steve walked outside the motel room in search for the duffle bag, and Y/N took inventory of all the stuff Steve bought. There were two six packs of Corona, chilled to the touch from the fridge, a couple of limes, a large bag of tortilla chips, a jar of spicy salsa, and two packs of Reese's cups. All of her favorite things. It scared her a bit, how much Steve knew her. It wasn't the same fear she felt when facing the demogorgon, demodogs, or Mind Flayer, it was the type of fear of being known so well by one person, despite trying so hard to keep yourself guarded.

"You were right, right there in the trunk. I swear I'd be lost without ya Y/N." Steve joked as he swung the large beach towel over his shoulder. Her heart warmed by his words, and she desperately wanted him to mean them the way she did.

"Sure, Stevie. Whatever you say." Y/N said with barely contained fondness.

The two of them made their way to the beach, the moon and stars the only sources of light on their path. Steve carefully laid out the towel and scattered their convenience store bounty on top. They both sat down and dug into their feast. Steve cut open a lime with the Swiss army knife he carried on his keychain, struggling a bit before finally releasing two wedges to put inside the bottles of Corona. They made a toast to a successful drive, and sat in a comfortable silence as they ate.

They cleared through both six packs, feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol and light food in their stomachs. Steve was telling a story about the first and and last time he saw the ocean, before this trip together. It was his freshman year in high school, his parents were on one of their many business trips and made him come along. Normally Steve would stay home with a sitter, but his dad's business partner was bringing his daughter along and thought they could spend time together. Her name was Jenny Connors, and she was his first girlfriend.

"So Jenny and I spent the day at the beach. I wanted to go swim in the ocean but she wanted nothing to do with it. She said she didn't want to ruin her hair, or something. Which I get 'cause, well, it's me. I take great pride in my hair, but she wouldn't even let me go in the water 'cause she didn't want to be alone. I was so bummed out 'cause that was the one thing I was excited about that whole trip." Steve went on, "Dad said it was my job to make her happy, so I just did whatever she wanted. Took her on dates and shopping and shit, which is fine, but she didn't wanna do anything I brought up. We just never clicked ya know? Don't know why I wasted so much time with her." Steve took a long sip of this last beer, finishing the bottle off. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he drank, Y/N was transfixed with the movement, before she forced herself to look away from him.

"Maybe because you were 15 and that's what 15 year olds do. They date." Y/N sounded slightly bitter, knowing she was the exception to the rule. She never wanted to casually date, there were hardly any boys that caught her eye. Her standards were impeccably high, and the one guy who did meet them was sitting right next to her, completely oblivious to her thoughts about him.

"Yea, I guess. Back then it was just something I thought you were supposed to do, I didn't take it seriously. But, I don't know... Never mind it's stupid." Steve mumbled.

"No, come on tell me." Y/N began, "I promise I won't think it's stupid." Steve laid down on the beach towel, eyes staring up into the sky. She laid down next to him, but couldn't help but stare at his face as he spoke.

"I always kinda imagined myself as a puzzle ya know? Like, there were a bunch of pieces of me that slowly got put together over time, and I knew there was always gonna be missing pieces if I didn't find them." Steve continued, "Like, the missing pieces weren't a part of me exactly, they were from other people. I found one when I started hanging around Dustin, and because of so many fucked up circumstances he wiggled his way into my puzzle. The little twerp is like a brother to me, and I can't imagine my life without him. Hell, each of the kids are puzzle pieces, and I know my future kids will be pieces too. There are more important pieces too, like you."

"Me?" Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her chest.

"Yea, of course. You're like, easily my favorite person Y/N. You're my best friend, but don't tell Robin or Dustin that, they'll flip." Steve chuckled, "But yea, you're a huge puzzle piece. You help make me a more complete puzzle."

Y/N was speechless. She had no idea she meant so much to him. It pained her a bit to listen to him refer to her as his best friend, despite it being true. He was her best friend too, but unlike Steve, she wanted to be so much more than that.

"You're a missing puzzle piece for me too, Stevie." It was the only thing Y/N thought to say without giving herself away. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, pushing past her sandy boundaries once again, and sat up on the blanket.

"It's getting late, we should head back." Y/N said as she tried to stand up, but Steve stopped her.

"Can we do something kind of stupid before we go to bed?" Steve asked as he held onto the sleeve of his old sweatshirt.

"What?" Y/N questioned with a tilt to her head.

"Can we just act like dumb kids for a bit? Go night swimming, stuff our faces with the candy I bought, and I don't know, build a pillow fort in the motel room or something? I just think... I think we had to grow up really fast. I just want hit pause for tonight, just for us." Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his odd request, but in that moment she thought there was nothing else in the world she wanted to do more. She could spend the rest of her life doing exactly that, hit pause on life so they could enjoy each other for awhile. It sounded like a dream.

"Yea Stevie, I'd love too."

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There’s something that has been irking me in the past few months... /That/ part of the fandom (that mostly was NOT here when the manga was still published weekly and when it got cancelled by SJ) changed the narrative about our reaction to the ending.

Now it’s all ‘omg mean IR shippers who are bitter over their ship not being canon!! They are terrible people!!!’ and calling us us bullies when no, you weren’t there back then where there were daily d*ath th*ats and rude asks sent to us... Not to mention we were mainly angry at the way the ending was so rushed and poorly written. We didn’t even know whether I//sshin, R//yuken, G//rimmjow (AGAIN), U//rahara and Y//oruichi were still alive or not because it was never said IN THE MANGA (because we only got an answer in light novels years later but majority of people only read the manga, not the novels that are semi-canon at best). We were angry over U//rahara’s “forgive me, K//urosaki, K//uchiki, for leaving everything to you” was somehow forgotten and the final fight with I//chigo, R//ukia and U//ryuu (who had THE silver arrow) VS Y//hwach never happened. We were angry because C//had ended up fighting for profits (profesionnal boxing) and U//ryuu ended up alone (again), overworked and working as a doctor just like his father and that go against their character arcs. We were angry because there was a whole arc and hints in the final arc clearly showing how I//chigo didn’t fit in the human world anymore and yet stayed there in the end. We were angry because the Sokyoku, the symbol of S//oul S//ociety’s old ways and injustice that I//chigo destroyed, was REBUILT. We were angry because M//ayuri was still a Captain and not in jail for his crimes. We were angry because we loved and cared for the story and the ending went against the main and side characters’ arcs and against the s//hinigami’s new ideals represented by I//chigo and R//ukia. And yes, we were angry for the pairings too because it was so badly written but most of us were fine with an open ending or IR and ISH ending but the new ‘IR would be nothing without anime filler moments’ argument is so ridiculous because even if you only look at the manga, IR was great, developed and made sense. Weirdly enough, the ones repeatedly shouting that filler “argument” aren’t saying a word about R//ukia’s scenes getting changed/deleted in the anime rn despite being the deuteragonist as if her erasure hadn’t been bad enough in the manga vers. of the final arc (same for B//yakuya scenes to a lesser extent)... But yes, our anger is mainly aimed at how poorly written the ending was, not only shipping-wise but in general. And now it’s irritating to see new fans act as if criticism that were there for a decade is not allowed towards the story or the mangaka.

While I’m watching the anime so far and I’m happy with the added scenes (especially the ones with U//ryuu concerning his heritage and the conflict he feels over the whole situation), I must say I don’t like how they deleted R//ukia scenes and B//yakuya scenes on purpose. I prefer the old characters designs as well and though and color palettes are now closer to the manga’s, the body proportions often look wrong (B//yakuya’s face, U//ryuu’s jaw to mention only a few exemples) and the lighting is horrible. I’m watching because I want to see EBTR, R//ukia’s bankai, U//nohana’s true self etc. but I do understand why fans who were in the fandom back then aren’t watching the anime or simply left the fandom given how we’re being treated and how some people are changing the narrative.

(And before my words get twisted... There’s nothing wrong with being a new fan, just don’t make up a new version as to why we dislike the ending/how we react(ed) to it. The criticism towards the writing is also more than fair and has existed even before the last arc even started.)

#tagging the ships just in case because you know how it goes here even if it's not mainly about them #anti bleach ending #anti bleach 686 #anti bleach fandom #ichiruki #ishihime #text post #long post #elena talks #/that/ part of the fandom being dudebros/inc*ls and you know who #not tagging the characters' names and putting / everywhere bc i know what will happen lol #y'all know i've been here for so long and i see moots/ppl i knew in the fandom leave it bc it's getting tiring... it's even worse on twt

[sophieinwonderland]

New to your blog and I saw in one of your posts you mentioned the demonization of DID within media and horror especially. I'm used to knowing this as things like the movies split etc but you mentioned werewolves aswell. As an avid dnd player I never really connected the dots but it makes a lot of sense how things like werewolves could be an allegory for people with DID and perhaps other horror related media and stuff also do that (perhaps jekyll and hyde).

I'm not well versed on the topic and was wondering if there's other creatures through mythology or stuff like that that are possibly rooted an abilism and stuff like that that you could point out for me? Sorry if any of that came across as offensive or anything

-Ben (only asking in anon because my main blog is a fan blog)

Hi there!

And there's a ton of it.

Before going further, it's important to note that pluralphobia can be broken into roughly two categories. The first is the fear of BEING plural. Of sharing your own body with someone else.

The second is a fear of someone else being plural, or otherwise not being the same person they used to be.

Stories of demon and spirit possession will touch upon both forms of pluralphobia and I've talked about them a lot.

But something that's not brought up often that contributed to this is body snatchers.

Many mythological creatures throughout history have fallen into this category. Despite not technically being plural, these stories stigmatize and demonize people for acting differently than they did in the past. For being different people.

Take, for instance, a story of a girl who goes into the woods collecting mushrooms and goes missing. She's found days later by her father who is overjoyed to have her returned.

Afterwards, strange things start happening around the farm. Animals start dying. And the girls' brothers are sent to watch the lifestock at night. One by one, the brothers tell the father what they saw, and he doesn't believe them.

One of the brothers is banished by his father while the others don't speak of it further. He goes to live at a temple for a year when one of his brothers comes to get him, telling him he needed to return.

The brothers return home to find their estate in disrepair, and their livestock and the rest of their family dead. Only the sister is alive, when she's revealed to be a Kumiho: A 9-tailed fox demon who replaced their real sister.

(Note: I'm summarizing the version from the Myth & Legends podcast we heard well over a year ago from memory, so some of the details may not be totally accurate. Also, that's a really great episode and you should check it out even if I did spoil the ending.)

This story isn't intentionally pluralphobic. It's intentionally sexist, with the moral being to believe your sons over your daughters. But the pluralphobia isn't intentional.

However, stories like this and many others created environments where systems couldn't exist.

These stories weren't JUST stories. They were superstitions that shaped cultures.

I don't know if people believed this specific story as an accurate historical account of something that really happened. But they believed in the Kumiho and creatures like them. Just like people believed in similar creatures that could replace your loved ones.

Luckily, I don't know of anyone killed because their relatives believed them a Kumiho. (But we likely wouldn't know. These were peasant beliefs most popular in times when lower classes were illiterate and much of this history wouldn't be recorded. Let alone survive to be translated into English.)

But when it comes to superstitions of Fae body snatchers, Bridget Cleary wasn't nearly so lucky.

Murdered by her husband with several others who accused her of being a Fae.

For other ableism, some have also linked changelings to Autism and other mental illnesses, being used to justify child abuse and torture.

What would it have been like to be plural before the modern era?

With this in mind, I think it's important to consider why we don't hear much of psychological plurality until recently. The body snatching trope may not be a direct allegory for plurality in the same way as demon possession. But it contributed to an environment of superstition and fear.

Today, being out as plural, headmates wanting to go by our chosen names instead of the body's, means that we may be disowned by family, abandoned by friends, harassed on the internet or lose our jobs.

But historically, it's likely that plurals who came out would have feared treatment like that of Bridget Cleary unless they lived in a society with culturally accepted plurality, where spiritual possession might be welcomed.

#plural #plurality #mythology #folklore #sysblr #systems #multiplicity #system stuff #pro endo #pro endogenic #endogenic system #plural system #kumiho #kitsune #pluralgang #actually plural #folktales #myths #fae #pluralphobia

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

You are so real and right actually. This is why I’d get so fucking frustrated everytime I see someone going, “Well, men get raped too!!”. Yeah… But every single time a man does open up about getting raped most of the comments will either be saying something about how “lucky” he is or asking where the woman was when they were younger… All of which are comments made by men. It’s actually so fucking sad that the only times people mention men getting abused is when they use it as sort of like a gotcha to feminism.

Like there are women who will dismiss a male rape victim and that is disgusting and vile. But that handful of women who may or may not even call themselves feminists is treated like it's a tenet of the Church of Feminism that ALL feminists think is true.

The majority of ridicule about male rape comes from men, simple as. The majority of ridicule, disbelief, and cruelty about women being raped comes from men. And yeah, the majority of rapes are perpetrated by men. Simple as. I understand feminists that get so fatigued from having to fight for women's rights, from women being expected to take on every problem in society requiring an emotional load, telling men who use male rape victims as a gotcha to just fuck off and die. It isn't women's job to teach disgusting men how to collectively develop sympathy for their own gender, much less for women victimized by other men. Men who dismiss rape like that are imo a lost cause and don't deserve the patience or emotional labor to futilely try to explain sympathy and empathy to them.

And again, I appreciate artists who try to incorporate male victims into their work. Most of them really try to do something good (except Grant Morrison retconning Batman as being raped by Talia. That was stupid on every level and was edge for the sake of edge like everything else he's ever fucking written)

I think the reason Kentaro Miura's depiction of Griffith and Guts as rape victims doesn't get this same level of ridicule from male readers is because they were both assaulted as children. If they were both assaulted as adult men, I think more male troglodyte fans would joke about it like they do Mark from Invincible and Nightwing from DC. I jokingly call Nightwing a whore for two-timing Barbara and Starfire in one run, but I will NEVER ridicule him for being raped by Tarantula.

I've also seen men praise Mark's depiction showing his rapist not dealing with any consequences of raping him, because it accurately shows how female rapists are never held accountable for their crimes (unlike male rapists and men accused of rape, who always totally definitely get held accountable). They hail it as an accurate depiction of "female privilege." How many rape cases perpetrated by men make it to court? How many involve jail time that lasts more than a few years at most? How many men have people like you rushing to their defense when a woman "cries rape" because you defer to his claims over a woman who is totally lying and just being vindictive? Does your idea of "facing justice" just equate to how many people on social media criticize and talk negatively about a man accused of rape? Men accused of rape rarely have their lives and careers ruined: take the most recent high profile case of Johnny Depp, accused wife beater and rapist. Regardless of your opinion on if his account of things is true: He was never taken to criminal court, he won multiple cases against Amber Heard, she wound up owing him money in court fees and settlements, he has thousands of fans who stood by him, he has friends in the industry like Jason Momoa who will prank his ex-girlfriend by dressing up as Depp to fuck with her on set, and he still has roles in the industry rolling in. How was his life ruined and career destroyed, exactly? Did he get as many random people posting about wanting to rape and kill him, like people did Amber Heard the instant she started going public? Did strip clubs make "Hey Johnny, we're hiring!" billboards after the settlement like they did for her? But people still insist that Depp was absolutely ruined by false allegations and is just as much a victim of MeToo as the women raped by Harvey Weinstein.

It isn't a female privilege that men emasculate male rape victims and refuse to believe that what they view as the "weaker sex" can rape a man. It's a side effect of patriarchy that hurts men, but that men collectively refuse to care about because patriarchy is too beneficial to them as a whole to fix.

And I'm saying this as someone who really hates the notion that men should care about feminism ONLY because patriarchy sometimes hurts them. You don't see racial activist groups appealing to white people by saying "Well, racism ACTUALLY hurts white people too! So that's why you should care about it!" Or LGBT+ groups appealing to straight people by saying that homophobia negatively affects straight people (What if your straight son who likes ballet was ridiculed bc he was perceived as gay? Even though he's one of the normals! See, it benefits you too to dismantle homophobia!)

Sometimes dismantling an oppressive system benefiting Group A at the expense of Group B means that Group A doesn't benefit at all from dismantling the system. But that shouldn't matter, because something shouldn't benefit you personally for you to support it. It's not our fault that a large portion of men can't take male rape seriously, especially since they're not going to listen to women calmly trying to explain to them how empathy and sympathy work. It's not our fault that these men use male rape victims as a punchline one minute and then as a shield in arguments with feminist harpies the next minute.

#sloot bitches about things

[church-of-lilith]

Honestly what does give me a little comfort in kind of a messed up way is the fact that us sapphics aren't exactly alone-they pretty much screwed over EVERY minority lmao: Nate's storyline wasn't really explored and mostly centered around his relationship with Jade, Keeley could have had a whole fish out of water storyline like Ted about winning over her coworkers but instead the focused on her relationship drama, completely wasted Edwin and Shandy's potential for cheap laughs, gave a half assed attempt at writing Sam's storyline only to call him literally getting hate crimed a "big whoop" and never address it again, never actually giving Dani a storyline, like the list goes on and on XD its honestly kind of impressive how they managed to lowkey tear down their entire legacy Omg if you can edit your reddit post you should also mention how the only other sapphic character on the entire show is that creepy dog breeder..

This is so true. It feels like they dropped the ball for every single minority character and the longer you think about it the worse it gets.

Let’s talk Nate for a second because his whole storyline really baffles me. They had him coaching at Westham, and then they had him quit (or was he fired?) from Westham OFF SCREEN? And then suddenly an episode later he’s back as the assistant kitman for Richmond? I’ll never understand why these writers were so dead set on him coming back to Richmond, all so he could just fade into the background. And while I do believe the whole kit man decision was a temporary one, and that going forward they made him a coach again, I don’t like the implication that he worked through his issues this whole season to just end up back where he was. There’s no reason Nate couldn’t have gone off and gotten another coaching job at another team! He’s still the Wonder Kid, clearly has mad skills and credibility, you can’t tell me there isn’t a team who would have wanted him! I understand he had to return to Richmond briefly to have closure and make his apologies, but then he could’ve gone off to coach elsewhere and continued to spread the Lasso Way and change the lives of other people! We didn’t need him at Richmond when basically all the work has already been done. I wish they would’ve given me any indication that he’d really been impacted by this whole arc he went through & then gone off to be the change he wanted to see in the world.

Keeley’s whole storyline being about Jack & the business was such a waste of Juno Temple’s amazing acting, and an underutilization of the fan favorite character we know and love. Most everything about her seemed so off this season? And as you pointed out, she really didn’t even become Miss Independent until the very end when Rebecca took over financing and she was able to make decisions about her own business finally. I would’ve much rather they had Rebecca funding it from the start (or at least earlier in the season) so we could have seen her adventures and misadventures through running her own company that didn’t have anything to do with her messy, exploitative relationship with Jack.

The way I feel about them trying to tackle racism with Sam’s storyline is the same way I feel about them trying to tackle homophobia with Colin’s. If you’re gonna half ass it, don’t do it at all. And they certainly didn’t put half the amount of time and effort they needed to into thinking up how to properly handle Sam’s storyline. We went through the whole hate crime that was never addressed again. And then we had this big problem with Edwin in the final episodes where he was like “I’m going to destroy your entire life and you’ll never make money with the restaurant and you’ll never play for the National team.” And then that was just NEVER addressed again?? Not even a throwaway line about Rebecca taking care of it or something?? He was suddenly playing on the Team and the only explanation we were given from Brendan during the AMA was that it was due to ‘national outcry’ like give me a break. Not to mention we never saw Simi again and so we never got to see if she and Sam ended up together. We were sort of just left to infer that everything worked out for Sam, and that just doesn’t work for me.

Poor Dani Rojas was doomed to be nothing more than a joke from the very start. He deserved more, but at the same time I’m almost glad they didn’t give him more because the storylines this season were awful.

So yeah, feels like all of the minorities on the show lost. I don’t know how the writers managed to do this in so little time, but you’re right it is really impressive.

#thanks anon! #how did every character manage to lose #ted lasso #nathan shelley #nate shelley #keeley jones #jack x keeley #sam obisanya #colin hughes #dani rojas

[glomofnit]

Hey! I really want to get into Discworld because I love seeing you post about it- can I please get a rec of maybe the first three books I should read? I've heard that most fans have a preferred order lol

Omg, you have no idea how excited I got when I saw this ask, I'm so glad my love for this series is proving infectious! Unfortunately by asking this of me you have in fact activated my trap card, so please buckle in because I'm incapable of being normal about this topic.

Alright so in terms of where to go next, there are these sort of thematic arcs throughout the series that are like threads you can follow, each with their own starting point. Obligatory flowchart incoming:

I won't go into them all in detail, but I can give you a few key recs and then you can pick and choose your reading order from there based on what interests you.

So first of all we've got Small Gods, which is one of the more popular starter recs, and for good reason. It's more or less a stand-alone so it's a good way to dip your toe in and get a feel for the series as a whole, which is slightly less relevant here since I know you've already read The Colour of Magic, but it's still quite good and worth mentioning up front. It's about the god Om who goes to manifest himself in the world to address his latest prophet, but winds up stuck in the form of a small tortoise because despite having this huge religious institution in his name, it turns out this prophet is his only remaining true believer. Said prophet then gets swept up in some political intrigue, all the while being yelled at by an irate tortoise whose voice only he can hear. It's a good indicator of the style of comedy and general vibe of the rest of the series, and it's where I started reading so it's got a special place in my heart.

I also recommend Monstrous Regiment, which is one of my all-time favourites. It's about a girl who dresses up as a boy to enlist in the army so that she can find her brother, and ends up part of this sort of ragtag underdog regiment. It's surprisingly queer, although no specific labels get used so a lot of the characters just have a sort of nebulously not cis/not straight vibe, but there is an actual canon wlw relationship, and at least one character who based on the text I would argue is a trans man even if those exact words are never used. A lot of the Gender™ in this book really resonated with teen Rowan for reasons that wouldn't become clear until several years later lol. By modern standards of representation it does stumble a little bit, but you can tell the overall intentions were good and it still feels very queer-positive. It's also just a fun read, all the characters are really endearing, there's a vampire who has sworn off blood and is instead obsessed with coffee and I love them with my whole entire heart.

My other biggest rec is Going Postal, which is another of my all-time favourites and where the reference in my url comes from. It's about a conman who's been caught and is about to be executed, but instead gets put in charge of the city's failing postal service. It's another really fun read, and it's got two direct sequels (Making Money and Raising Steam) wherein said conman gets put in charge of other public service institutions as a form of enrichment to keep him out of trouble.

This is already long so I'll just quickly cover the other main arcs. The Watch books are all extremely good, probably my favourite arc overall, they've got more of a police procedural crime mystery vibe so if you're into that Guards! Guards! is the starting point for those. If you're interested in the witches I'd recommend skipping Equal Rites and starting with Wyrd Sisters, it's a parody of Macbeth and it's very good. The other two Industrial Revolution books are stand alones that can be read whenever; Moving Pictures is a parody of the golden age of Hollywood, and The Truth is about the invention of the printing press and the Disc's first investigative journalist looking into a conspiracy to frame the patrician for murder. The Death novels are good but not the best starting point imo, worth coming back for at some point though, and parts of Night Watch make more sense if you've read Thief of Time first but it's not required. Rincewind is also worth revisiting eventually, he is one of my favourite characters, but maybe wait until you're already hooked before going back for The Light Fantastic and the rest of his books.

Ok, that's it, I'm cutting myself off here lol. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to infodump, I hope at least something in here is helpful! Please keep me post on what you end up reading next!

#don't worry about the readmore there's a totally normal number of words behind it #tumblr tried to censor me by eating half of this post when I was drafting it the first time #however this is a topic I had already made a 14 slide powerpoint about for a presentation party a few months ago so I cannot be restrained #frederbee

[stitch1830]

Hey, first time here!

I've been thinking a lot about kantoph lately (I'm probably always thinking about them lol) and I'd like to know how you think kanto would react if toph was kidnapped and seriously injured

I really think he would freak out, especially when he finally found her cuz he was starting to lose hope to ever see her again

Ouch my heart hurts

(Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language and I'm still learning)

:O :D Hi hi hello, Anon! So happy you stopped by to chat about Kantoph. They bring me so much joy and I love rambling about them :)

But yes lets chat about this scenario!

It's funny you mention this scenario, because my Kantoph partner-in-crime, @wangsfires, and I are hoping to write a collaborative work about this! Here are some of our thoughts for a fic we'd like to write:

Toph and Kanto are in a secret relationship, mostly because she's the chief and he's her deputy, and a relationship within the workplace can get a bit messy. So, they sneak around, stay at each other's places, and their feelings for each other do grow a lot. Kanto wants to make their relationship more public, but Toph is still scared to. It leads to a fight in the middle of the night, and she walks off to her place, but gets attacked on a wooden bridge on her way back.

She wakes up and doesn't know where she is, but she knows she's in a wooden cell, and the kidnappers eventually reveal themselves to be part of a triad/gang that she helped put away, and they're seeking revenge. There's a bit of torture during this part, many many ouchies—

Kanto, of course, would be beside himself. In this scenario, he's upset mostly because he can't show his true feelings in the office while he's trying to find her. Everyone thinks he's upset because the chief is missing, but he's upset because he loves Toph, and he didn't tell her. He didn't fight for her to stay at his place, and because of this, he feels responsible for her being kidnapped. If they're too late when they find her, he'd never forgive himself. He also hates that it took for Toph to be kidnapped for him to realize what he feels for her.

But eventually, he does find her. They find where the kidnappers are holding her, and he comes to the rescue. Kanto takes Toph in his arms and she doesn't hesitate to hug him back, and before she passes out from the pain, she tells him that she loves him—

Kanto doesn't leave her bedside for one second while she's recovering. He holds her hand, kisses her knuckles, talks to her while she rests. When she does wake, Kanto is so relieved, but still feels so guilty for not doing more. But Toph tells him that he saved her, that he's the reason she kept fighting even when she couldn't see in the wooden cell, when the beat her for revenge. She told herself that if she got out alive, that she'd tell Kanto how she felt about him. And now, they're together and they go through this recovery period together and Kanto isn't gonna leave her side— :')

Now, if Kanto and Toph were together and it was known, he'd go a little dark trying to find her. He'd stop at nothing to find her, to get her back in his arms. He knows that Toph's a fighter, and so he's gonna fight for her.

I agree that if she was held captive for a while, he'd lose a little bit of hope. But the clues start to come together, and eventually he finds her (I also think that she'd probably try to make her escape until she's eventually successful).

When they reunite, Toph collapses in his arms and he's just so relieved to see her again. They both cry, and he's by her side the entire time.

What I love about this scenario is the hurt/comfort that comes with it, but also the fact that Toph can lean on Kanto during this situation. She doesn't always have to be the strong one, and Kanto will be there for her—

Okay, I've rambled probably way too much for a simple ask, but I just can't help it! Big fan of Kantoph, right here. But, if there's anything missing, @wangsfires feel free to add to it!

Thank you so much for the question, Anon! If you have any others about Kantoph, Toph, Kanto, or anything ATLA related, feel free to stop by again! Hope you have a great day!

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Send me asks about ATLA, LOK, or anything, really! :D

#kantoph #toph #toph beifong #kanto #atla #lok #headcanons #my asks #thanks for the ask! #anon #toph beifong loving hours #bit of hurt/comfort #poor poor toph #but kanto's there for her once they find her— #it's just so so so sweet

[ashtraythief]

So, firstly, I just have to say, I mcfreaking LOVE your work. The Underneath series? Mwuah, chef’s kiss, changed my brain chemistry. I will forever be inspired by and cherish your work. Perhaps I can’t properly express my appreciation for your writing and the characterizations and world-building you’ve done, but please know that I appreciate your work dearly and it never fails to inspire me to write better every time that I read something of yours.

That being said, I was re-reading the Underneath series, yes? And I’m on the second chapter of Pressure Point where Busy tells Jared that Alona was the one to reach out to her. And I realized something. Although you’ve never touched upon it explicitly in your fics from what I can remember, I realized that, just like the other agents that aren’t on a case, her information is accessible on the FBI’s database, something of which we know Jared has access to. We also know that Alona is Jensen’s make-believe sister. In True Lies Jared mentions that Jensen had once told him that he and his sister look similar. What if Jared wants a photo of her? Or even just wants to know concretely how she looks like? I can’t remember if Jensen had actually ever shown Jared a photo of her — being that he was extremely protective of her because as we know he can’t let Jared get any sort of close to Jensen’s real identity which includes Alona in herself — but if he hasn’t yet, it makes me wonder (and scared!) how that might bring upon the beginning of the end for them. Because then Jared would be able to connect the dots. “Your sister looks like Special Agent Alona Tal? Your sister IS Special Agent Alona Tal???” And see the thing is, even Jensen doesn’t know that it was Alona that approached Busy. He just knows it was Morgan who set everything up. So he wouldn’t know showing Jared a picture of his “sister” is a deadly mistake.

Of course I’m not actually sure if Alona’s information is even on the database or if Jensen would ever show Jared a picture of his “sister,” but it was a possibility I realized while re-reading Pressure Point and rediscovering that it was Alona that approached Busy, not Morgan or one of the other agents.

Truthfully I’m scared of the possibility because obviously I love the boys and want them to live a happily ever after together! But I suppose I had to share my horrified thoughts with you and get some insight on this possibility.

Thank you again for all the work you do! I’ve gained so much from you allowing us to read your creations and I’m all the better for it. Keep doing what your doing and be proud of the work you are doing!

- An avid fan <3

Omg *flails wildly* nonnie, thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm kind of speechless. Obviously it means a lot to me when people enjoy my writing but knowing that it inspired someone is insane? And lovely? It's all the things and I have all the feelings now, and I can express them properly like the good writer I am lol.

As for your question, omg, that is a deep dive. And I get the anxiety, but I think the simple answer is that Jensen will never allow them to meet and never plans to show Jared a picture. Mostly it's because Jensen never thought the charade would go that far. I think Jensen never expected to be with Jared for years and that Jared wanting to see/meet his sister would eventually become a real problem. It could be now, but I think the longer Jensen is with Jared, the less he pretends to be in contact with his sister and as someone who doesn't have a lot of contact with his own family, I don't think that Jared finds it very strange. Esp bc Jensen's reasons for keeping her away from all the crime stuff are solid. So I think Alona/Jensen's sister aren't a problem. Jensen has other problems and liabilities that might be much more dangerous in the future 😅

And I can only return your sentiment, nonnie. My life has become so much better since I've started writing and sharing my stories. Sometimes knowing that people enjoy my fics so much they take the time to send me tumblr messages still feels absolutely batshit. In the best possible way. And while I am proud of (most lol) of my writing, l am most proud that I can write something that brings other people joy.

Thank you so so much 💙

#anon ask #underneath verse #truly so grateful nonnie #I really needed that today

[sweetface1]

Paul headcanons

He's the oldest child in his family. He has a younger brother and sister. His brother is 12 and his sister is 8.

Paul doesn’t have a specific age at the moment, but I imagine him being older than the twins ( ages are weird in the Chucky verse. I don’t want to make Paul too old cause the twins have just turned 18. At the same time it’s weird cause the twins are also like 24 because they were a doll for the first six years of life.). So I’m gonna say Paul is at least a year older.

He has an older cousin that he’s really close to.

He’s left handed

He smokes weed.

He can’t eat spicy food. The twins always laugh at him while he suffers. Glen is usually the one that pities him first and gets him milk.

His younger sister loves the twins. She thinks they’re pretty and they always play with her when she asks. This has led to Paul finding the twins playing dolls and having tea parties.

Everytime Paul sees the twins with his sister he thinks they’d make good parents one day(Even though the twins would argue they wouldn’t).

Paul’s parents don’t exactly know how to feel about the twins.from what they’ve seen the twins are polite but they fear one day they’ll break their son's heart.

He unironically likes Jennifer Tilly movies but will never admit this to the twins.

Paul is distantly related to Jade from Bride.

When Paul was growing up no one was to ever mention Jade or Jesse. The family wanted no association with them after the events of Bride believing they were guilty. Paul on the other hand never fully believed the stories he heard.

He’s a true crime fan and loves conspiracy’s

He recently found a podcast about Charles Lee Ray and man did he hyperfixate on all the theories surrounding the guy.

This unlocks a memory of him watching the Chucky movies that exist in the universe and he freaks out.

He decides to dig further and finds all the articles surrounding Charles and his supposed possession of a good guy doll. He got so into it he started to map out all the events he could find in order (from child play to the end of the first season). He is now a firm believer that Chucky is real.

When he finds the articles about Jesse and Jade he’s angry for them. He’s contemplating trying to find a way to reach out.

When he finds the articles from 2004 about the murders surrounding Jennifer Tilly and her pregnancy he’s horrified.

He’s confident the twins are Chucky's kids somehow. He has no idea how to broach this topic with them so he stays quiet.

He can’t stand the thought of upsetting the twins or putting them in harm's way if he tells them. He decides instead that if he ever sees any signs of Chucky he’s gonna get rid of him before anything bad happens.

Just a note Paul is missing the details that surround the events of seed. He’s under the impression the twins were always human and know nothing.

#glen ray #glenda ray #seed of chucky #chucky syfy #chucky tv series #chucky tv show #chucky season 2 #tiffany valentine #chucky #chucky series #glen ray tilly #glen and glenda #glenda ray tilly #glen/da #gg ray #glen valentine #glenda valentine #glenda tilly #glen tilly #chucky headcanons #chucky season two #chucky the series