#and its like if i knew she was a lesbian would anything have changed? would i be braver?
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Surrender III
Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x lesbian!Chrissy Cunningham
Part One┃Part Two┃Part Three
cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie-chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, threesome, fingering, oral (fem-fem giving and receiving), piv sex (unspecified birth control), squirting, one instance of spanking and singular use of the nickname “daddy” (not by r, it’s kind of a joke?)
18+, MDNI 6.5k
“Hey…are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Eddie’s voice is soft in your ear and you have to slightly rouse yourself, nearly having fallen asleep as you and he wait for Chrissy to arrive.
The room is quiet except for the low sound of the album he put on the record player, vinyl crackling occasionally, and the faint humming of the fan overhead pushing cool air down on your half-dressed bodies.
He’s drawn the gauzy curtains closed so the fading sunlight can still filter through and casts across the bed in a hazy glow. You lay flat on your stomach, wearing a pair of sweatpants a size or so too big so they’re slung low on your hips, and only your bra so he can gently rake his nails over the expanse of your back.
“Yeah,” you whisper, still halfway half-asleep. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”
“Me too.” He smiles at you and leans over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I just don’t want you thinking this was like a plan or something. I thought for sure these days were behind us, I never imagined this would happen.”
“Old habits die hard,” you snicker.
He grins back, his smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks and making your own heart swell.
“And you know you can take it back any time, right? Neither of us is gonna be disappointed or mad or anything like that. We just want you to have a good time.”
His steady voice and the words he’s saying warm your chest and you nod, cheek rubbing against the pillow under your face.
“I know that,” you say. “I trust you both.”
You fall quiet for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on your lip, and open your eyes to look up at him.
“Hey, um…are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I was a total jealous nightmare obsessing about you and Chrissy getting together and now…”
You fall silent, pushing down the crack in your voice you can feel coming. Eddie tips your head up to look at him and gives a reassuring smile.
“I just kind of feel like a hypocrite,” you admit to him, your voice small.
“Don’t,” Eddie tells you, still smiling. “I get why you were worried, especially when I wasn’t telling you everything. You think you don’t deserve good things, so you can’t help but think when you have something good that it’s going to be taken away.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin, the way his stubble rubs your hairline and gives you shivers that run across your scalp. You could have never imagined how good it would feel being with someone who knows you like he does. Someone who knew your body inside out, but also your head. And your heart.
“I know Chrissy…and I know you,” he tells you. “Neither of you would hurt me. You’re the best thing in my life. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”
He leans in to kiss you again, too wrapped up in one another to notice the turn of a key in the front door or the soft creak of its hinges.
“It’s you and me, right?” he murmurs, keeping his lips close to yours.
You nod decisively and whisper back. “It’s you and me.”
“God, you guys are like…disgustingly cute.”
You and Eddie’s heads both lift at the sound of another voice in the room. Chrissy leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest with a doting smile on her face. She’s dressed much more casually than the last time you saw her, in a matching set of velour sweats like an updated version of those Juicy tracksuits that were all the rage in college.
The soft mocha color of them sets off the red in her hair making it look less blonde than it did at The Hideout. Her make-up is simple, what little she’s wearing at all. You can’t help but grin at the sight of her as you bite down on your bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle as they meet your gaze and her nose scrunches adorably as she smiles at you.
“That’s what you get for breaking and entering,” Eddie chortles. Chrissy just rolls her eyes.
“That’s what you get for never changing your hiding spot.”
She holds up her hand and twirls the spare key Eddie keeps underneath an ogre statue in the yard around her finger. The sun catches on the sparkles on her nails as she lays the key down on your dresser and moves inside the bedroom.
“Someone likes back scratches, huh?”
The mattress dips as Chrissy joins you and Eddie on the bed. She reaches out and traces your spine with her forefinger from the nape of your neck all the way down to the small of your back. It causes more shivers to ripple across your body and you emit a deeply contented sigh.
“Mmhmm, better than a massage,” you hum.
Chrissy’s eyes find Eddie’s over you. “Mind if I take over?” she asks.
He doesn’t answer audibly, but you assume he must have nodded or brandished his hand with a silent be my guest when you feel Chrissy shift and swing out her leg. You feel the gentle graze of her velour sweats as she lowers to straddle you, knees resting on either side of your hips.
Eddie brushes your cheek one last time with the backs of his fingers and carefully climbs off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some waters,” he says. “Chris, you need anything else?”
Chrissy glances over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. “Got any candles you can light? A little ambiance never killed anybody.”
“No, but candles sure have,” he says back wryly. “I’ve got some, but it’ll take me a minute.”
“That’s okay,” Chrissy hums. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”
You listen as Eddie’s footsteps recede down the hall and you have to try and contain not only your excitement, but also the nerves that are starting to bubble up in your chest. As though she senses it, Chrissy devotes herself to keeping you relaxed. She gently strokes your back with a sensual skim of her fingertips up and down your spine, light as a tickle but smoother.
“I’m gonna unhook this, okay?”
Her hands rest on the clasp of your bra, but she waits to separate it until you give an affirming nod. The relief of it releasing is instantaneous, the band and straps falling away. Chrissy begins to scratch methodically, first with all ten fingers moving as one in a long, slow crawl down your back, and then splitting off in different swirling patterns. She knows all the places that need to be paid special attention, like right above your rib cage where the band dug into your skin all day. Her nails aren’t long, just a short almond shape, but they’re enough to offer a deeper scrape and more relief than Eddie’s blunt fingertips.
Leaning forward so her body presses against your back, she lets her lips hover over your ear.
“If you ever want to stop, you tell me, okay? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.”
“You got that from Eddie,” you say, recalling the first time you’d come over to his place. The first time you’d laid in this bed that would eventually become your own.
Heart in your throat, you’d warned him you weren’t ready to go too far. After all, you were still living in New York at the time and staring down the barrel of your return flight home set for the day after your sister’s wedding in a little over a month. The last thing you needed was to get too attached to someone who lived hundreds of miles away—least of all the sweet, handsome, oddly disarming guy you just met at a strip club. And you knew if you gave in to what your body was screaming for, it would only lead to heartbreak. There was no way it wouldn’t.
Eddie responded perfectly. More than perfectly. He said he didn’t care what you did or how far you went. He only cared about spending as much time with you as he could; and that he would go at whatever pace made you comfortable. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.
Which of course only made you want to do it more.
Chrissy laughs breathily, the sound a sweet and fluffy thing like a wisp of cotton candy.
“Eddie got that from me, babydoll.”
She pushes up on her knees so you have room to roll over onto your back. As you do, your arms come up instinctively to cover your breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed of the way they probably look from this angle, flat and flopping around unlike her tiny, perky ones.
“Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” she tuts, wrapping her hands around your own and bringing them to the zipper of her sweater.
Your fingers fumble around the metal pull and Chrissy helps you drag it down, revealing her skin is bare underneath. She has a faint smattering of freckles across her chest and you stroke your fingers softly along her collar bone and over her breasts as her sweater slides off her arms.
The light pressure of her body settles back down on your hips and she leans forward again, letting her warm chest press against your own. Her long lashes flutter and the gold ‘86 charm hanging on the chain around her neck swings steadily like a pendulum and bumps your chin.
“Can I kiss you?” she asks. Wordlessly, you nod.
Her lips are familiar, in a way. Plush and full, not unlike Eddie’s. They move against yours with purpose—not aggressive, but insistent. Like she’s trying to show you how much she wants this too. Gradually, you open up to her, giving her tongue access to probe your own and sighing softly when it does. The light clicks of your lips meeting again and again fill the room under the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar on the album playing.
You’re so lost in her, you don’t catch the sound of Eddie’s bare feet padding softly on the carpet as he returns. A soft creak makes your eyes fly open and you turn your head to the side.
“Don’t mind me,” Eddie chuckles, leaning against the low bookshelf your record player sits on.
Beside it, he’s arranged some white pillar candles of varied sizes and states of dripped wax. There’s a soft hiss and a faint smell of smoke as he strikes a match to light them. The flickering flames make his shadow dance on the wall and once he’s done, his attention turns back to you.
His eyes are luminous as he watches you and Chrissy together, the deep brown of them warm and bubbling with excitement seeing the way your lips move so sultry and sensuous with hers.
“She’s a good kisser, huh?” he asks his friend.
“So good,” Chrissy murmurs, pressing her mouth back to yours. She swallows your soft hums and breathy moans of pleasure. Your hands come up to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks and fingers slipping into her fine, soft hair.
She nips gently at your bottom lip, a little hint at wanting something more, and you remember that little request she made on the phone. You slide one hand into her hair until the heel of your palm meets the base of her skull and firmly squeeze the hairs closest to her scalp.
You don’t yank her head back, just grip her tightly enough to tip it back and get at the column of her neck. You suckle at the skin there, soothing the red mark you make with your tongue after. Her throat vibrates with a moan and you hear the soft plop of Eddie’s own sweats falling to the floor.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he palms the front of his boxers.
“Taker her pants off for me, Ed,” Chrissy instructs, tipping her head back down for another kiss.
Eddie nods and kneels dutifully at the foot of the bed. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sweats and he starts to tug them down over your hips and off your legs. He tosses them into the growing heap of clothes by the bed along with his pants and Chrissy’s sweater.
“I think she likes kissing you, Chris,” he says, his fingers toying with your dripping entrance.
“The feeling’s mutual.” Chrissy smiles, shooting you a wink as she slips off you to stand.
She removes her track pants, leaving her in nothing but a dainty thong, and your eyes go wide trying to take all of her in. A smile plays across her pillowy lips as she climbs back onto the bed and drapes herself against your side. You’re now laid bare before them, gazing down at Eddie between the valley of your breasts as he lowers himself to kiss at the apex of your thighs. His breath is warm as he exhales and brings his fingers to your core.
He slides in one with ease and follows it with a second, relishing the hitch of your breath it causes as he begins to massage your warm, wet walls. There’s more warm breath on your ear as Chrissy leans in close to whisper to you.
“How’s he feel, angel?”
She smoothes her hand over your forehead and brushes a few pieces of hair from your face, letting her fingertips trail over your cheeks.
“He’s…he’s really good,” you pant, struggling to draw breath. Your body is already on fire after just a minute of having Eddie’s fingers, reactive to every touch of Chrissy’s soft hands.
“I’m not surprised,” she giggles, letting her fingers skim your navel. “He learned from the best.”
“Oh, please,” Eddie snorts from between your legs. “I’m completely self-taught.”
“Excuse me?!” Chrissy squeaks in mock outrage. “I’m like your Mr. Miyagi of pussy.”
You start to giggle until Eddie curls his fingers particularly deep and the sound crumbles into a low moan. The two of them continue their light squabbling while you drift away, being blissfully rocked by the pace and rhythm of Eddie’s capable fingers inside of you.
“Not a chance,” he tells her. “If anything, you learned everything you know from me.”
“You have some natural talent, I’ll give you that,” Chrissy concedes. “But there’s always room for improvement.”
With that, Chrissy places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder in a signal to swap places with her. He withdraws his fingers from you, his eyes locking with yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Just the sight makes you flutter and ache with need.
Chrissy lifts herself up until she’s suspended over you, caging you between her limbs. Her eyes glimmer as she dips down and little tendrils of hair caress your cheek as she kisses you sweetly.
“I taught him everything he knows,” she whispers. “But not everything I know…”
Her soft lips skim the line of your jaw, traveling down to your neck and then your breasts. She laves her tongue over your nipple in a dazzling array of circles and flicks, gently rolling one between her fingertips as she suckles the other.
As she moves further down your body, Eddie smoothly moves up to lay beside you.
“Hi,” he whispers, smiling down at you, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You okay?”
“Yes,” you breathe, the sound hitching in your throat as Chrissy’s warm breath fans across your mound. You meet her sparkling eyes once more as she glances up for one last check-in. Without a word spoken, you can see what she’s asking and you nod eagerly.
Her mouth is a mystifying combination of familiar and fresh. You recognize a couple of Eddie’s moves one or both of them must have learned from watching the other, but there’s still a clear distinction between the two. Where Eddie is precise and exacting in his movements—creative, yet deliberate as he’s working towards a goal—Chrissy has more finesse and flair.
It’s whimsical and variable, changing up and keeping you constantly attuned to her. It’s kaleidoscopic, in a way, shapes and colors twisting in seemingly random order to create a stunning, beautiful pattern.
While Eddie’s fingers have the benefit of sheer length and girth, Chrissy’s can maneuver more efficiently. They actually dance inside of you, like they’re trying to waltz with your g-spot. It’s not even a matter of better or worse. With a gun to your head, you couldn’t decide which was more enjoyable. Luckily, you don’t have to.
You feel the weight of Eddie’s broad palm as he strokes the top of your head, and dreamily turn your head to look at him.
“How is she, beautiful?” he asks.
“She’s really good…holy shit…”
You hook a finger in his ball chain necklace to tug him down, but find it slack as he’s already on his way to kiss you. His mouth meets yours eagerly, relishing the feeling of the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as Chrissy plays expertly with your clit.
“This is so great,” Eddie breathes as you pull apart. “I can hardly see you when I’m eating you out and now I’ve got a front row seat. God, you’re fucking gorgeous…”
He swoops in to plant his lips against yours again and it steals all the breath in your lungs. You reach out and fumble like mad to find Chrissy’s hand where she’s holding your thighs apart, weaving your fingers with hers and squeezing to tell her you’ve not forgotten her.
She squeezes your hand back, but lifts her head when your hips start to squirm.
“I think she needs to be fucked soon or we might kill her, Eds,” Chrissy says teasingly.
“That true, baby?” Eddie husks, his voice low in your ear. “You ready for my cock?”
“Yes, yes—please,” you gasp desperately.
Chrissy’s slides up and her warm body lays against you, sandwiching you nicely between them as she pecks your lips softly.
“How do you want him to take you, angel?”
“From behind,” you say, daringly looking up at her.“So I can eat you out while he fucks me.”
The words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth, but still you commit to the statement as best you can and it must be enough for them to buy it. Chrissy’s large eyes widen even further as she exchanges a glance with Eddie, who looks at her like he might blow his load on the spot if you say something, anything, like that again.
“I think we created a monster,” she chuckles.
Needing no more prompting, Chrissy begins to arrange herself on the bed with a pillow under her hips and lays down another for your chest.
“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, stroking himself as he watches you get into position.
You roll over on the bed to lay between Chrissy’s spread legs. You let your head drop low to ghost your mouth over her baby blue g-string, noting it’s the same pale shade as her eyeshadow you complimented that night you met at the bar. You lift up your hips, dripping slit on full display as Eddie kneels behind you. He draws a shuddering breath and a loud CRACK fills the room as he smacks his hand down on your ass. Your whole body jerks and you wail pleasurably.
Chrissy props herself up on her elbows and takes your chin between her fingers.
“Someone likes that, huh?” she says. “You like it when Daddy spanks you?”
You nod earnestly, eyes big and round, getting more excited by the second. Chrissy’s eyes flicker over your head to meet Eddie’s as a playful smirk spreads across her lips.
“Maybe keep that in check while she’s neck deep in my pussy?” she suggests
“Will do, Cap’n.”
Eddie gives Chrissy a little salute as you glance back over your shoulder at him. He shoots you a secretive wink, both of you knowing he had no intention of administering another even before Chrissy said something. Any more than one and the pain becomes too much of a distraction.
His ass, on the other hand…
You gasp suddenly, bunching the blanket in your fists as Eddie teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He smears your own juices between your legs, mixing them with the precum leaking from his tip. Rather than sinking inside, he slides it forward and the ridges of his tip and shaft catch on your clit and make you keen forward.
“Should I take these off?” Chrissy asks, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong.
“No, I…I wanna,” you say softly.
Your head dips again and you begin a soft trail of kisses following the dip of her hips until you reach the curve of her waist. You place your mouth over the pale blue string, taking the thin elastic band between your teeth to pull it down. Behind you, Eddie actually whines at the sight and he leans sideways to watch as you drag the tiny piece of fabric down over Chrissy’s hip bone.
With all the grace of a ballerina, she brings her legs together and sticks them up in the air so you can lift her panties off completely. Once they’ve been tossed away, she lets her legs fall open on either side of you and you can’t help but stare. A bare shave, skin smooth and soft as a peach. Pink tissue glistening with her own arousal.
You tilt your head as you regard it, eyes dancing, a little surprised. “Huh,” you say. “It’s so…pretty.”
“Thank you,” Chrissy says with a tittering laugh. “And it tastes as good as it looks.”
You meet her gaze over her mound and the two of you share a devilish smile.
“Start slow, baby,” Eddie coos, his hands running up your sides. “The way I do with you, you know? Touch her thighs…rub around the outside…tease her…get her all needy…”
“Leave her alone, Ed,” Chrissy tuts. “Let her play with her new toy how she wants.”
The two of them exchange a smile and you feel the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s palm smoothing up your spine, the heel of his hand pressing gently down and helping to coax you forward. Your heart pounds in your chest as you descend, tongue slipping out to wet your lips before placing a kiss on the inside of Chrissy’s milky thigh.
“Mmm, hang on a second,” Eddie says, suddenly backing off the mattress. He walks around to the head of the bed so he’s standing over you as you look up at him plaintively.
“Are you not gonna…”
You glance behind you at the space he just occupied, pussy clenching around nothing as if in mourning. Eddie smiles and leans in close, his hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. You shiver at the roughness of his calloused thumb against your cheek and stare into his eyes.
“I will, baby, I promise,” he says. “You just…god, you look so hot right now I have to watch.”
You swallow hard, torn between the thrill his words send through you and the nerves now creeping up your shoulders and making them tense. Giving head was one of the things you actually felt pretty confident about. Guys were quick to tell you how good you were—Eddie in particular, even before he had discovered your affinity for praise. Of course, you could never shake the suspicion they only told you it was really good so you would do it more often.
Still, you’d certainly done it enough and you had it on pretty good authority your skills were above average. And you’d sort of been hoping maybe you could coast on that and Chrissy might help you with the finer points. But the thought of Eddie watching you do it? Being on display like that…not only having to be good, but also make it look like it was good?
What if you were bad at it? What if Chrissy hated it and didn’t have the heart to tell you after all this build up? You imagined her lovely face grimacing as you remained oblivious between her thighs. That would be a disaster in and of itself, but the thought of Eddie bearing witness to your spectacular failure?
At least if he was fucking you, he’d have something to keep him occupied.
“Hey,” Chrissy whispers, placing her hand on your other cheek so they’re each cupping a side of your face. “Come out of your head, angel.”
“Sorry,” you say meekly. “I’m…I’m trying to stay confident, it’s just hard.”
“Baby, why? You’re doing so good,” Eddie hums. “And you’re so sexy, can you really blame me for wanting to watch this?”
Your lip quivers as you avoid his gaze. “I just…it feels like I’m on display…”
“We’re not here to judge,” Chrissy says with a kind smile. “We know this is new for you, you’re not gonna get a scorecard at the end.”
“Just pretend I’m not here,” Eddie chuckles. “Chris already is.”
Chrissy swats his shoulder and it makes all three of you laugh gently. You look back and forth between them, warm brown eyes and sparkling blue-green ones. Both pairs shining and eager, focused solely on you, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.
Making it easy to believe you are.
You carefully lean forward and peck Chrissy on the lips, then turn your head to kiss Eddie’s as well. And back to Chrissy, for longer this time, cupping her jaw before returning to Eddie again. Anywhere you look, there’s a pair of lips to kiss and you greedily drink your fill of both.
“Let’s slow down a little,” Eddie murmurs, words making his lips vibrate against yours. “You two kiss for a bit and I’ll just watch for now. Okay?”
His eyes find yours and he lifts his brow with the question. You nod, almost imperceptibly, and he drops his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Three squeezes. I. Love. You.
Chrissy grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you into her mouth.
Eddie backs away and settles into the chaise by the window, spreading his legs wide to stroke himself as he watches you and Chrissy’s bodies begin to move together. You remember how mystified he’d been by you putting a chair there— “Just seems silly to have extra furniture. If we’re in the bedroom, we’re only gonna be on the bed,” he’d chuckled.
He’s eating those words now, you’re sure of it.
You lay your body against Chrissy’s, letting one of your legs slot between hers, relishing in the velvety feel of her freshly shaved skin. Her mouth is open and inviting, tongue running across the seam of your lips to politely request access, which you grant her happily.
The kissing is deep and slow, like you and Eddie used to do when you first started dating and you realized making out with him was better than all of your past sexual experiences combined. You brushed your fingertips over the swell of her breasts, so dainty and perky, playing with her nipples until they stiffen at your touch.
She gasps as you move your lips down her cheek and sprinkle a line of kisses along her jaw until you reach her neck. You kiss and lick and suckle at the sensitive skin until Chrissy trembles in your arms. She turns her head to the side, mouth falling open in a gasp as you run the tip of your tongue across the shell of her ear.
“Get on top of me?” she asks in a breathy whisper. “I wanna feel you.”
You move quickly to straddle her hips as she’d done to you, placing your hands on her waist both to steady yourself and to hold her down as you begin a slow, deep grind down.
“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans from his seat. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it.”
Chrissy smiles up at you and nods in agreement. She flattens her hands against your stomach and moves them up to palm your chest. At her touch, that burning pleasure reignites. You sneak a glance at Eddie and your whole body tingles at the sight of him. He looks almost primal. Eyes hooded with lust, gripping himself so tightly it must blur that border between pleasure and pain. His stroke is long and slow, tortuously so, to stave off his release as best he can.
The feeling of having his eyes on you, the ravenous way they rake over your form, causes your confidence to surge. You lean forward, boldly pressing your mouth to Chrissy’s before beginning a trail of kisses down her body, mouthing at the hollows of her neck, nipping at her pronounced collar bones until you reach her breast and suck her pert nipple into your mouth.
“Such a little tease,” she hums excitedly, pursing her lips in a pillowy pout.
You chuckle around her nipple and release it with a lewd pop before continuing your trail down her body. Sternum to stomach, navel to mound, and at long last to your final destination.
You try to remember the things Eddie and Chrissy did that feel best for you, but eventually you give up on thinking at all. You let instinct take over, exploring her folds, listening to what makes her breathing get heavy, what makes her chest heave, what makes her thighs twitch and her toes curl over. You lose yourself in her taste and her musky scent, new but familiar.
“Oh, fuck you, Munson, I can’t believe you get this tongue all the time,” Chrissy whines, her voice wavering as you delve deeper into her center.
You swirl your tongue around the edges of her entrance, spreading her lips apart, licking at them like honeysuckle petals. You’re so wrapped up in her you don’t even realize Eddie has left the chaise until you feel the sudden delicious stretch of him pushing inside of you at last.
Gasps and whimpers fall from your lips right into Chrissy’s folds as he fucks into you. He starts with a steady roll of his hips, but you thrust back against him, chasing more force. He increases his pace, the slapping of his thighs against the backs of your own filling the room, as your lips surround Chrissy’s clit and you suck it like a piece of candy.
“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” Chrissy cries out, her voice jumping an octave in a pleasurable scream. “Just like that, just like that—”
Behind you, Eddie moans and you can feel his reaction as he pulses inside of you. “Jesus Christ, fuck—baby, you’re drenching me,” he exalts.
It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’ve never felt as attractive as you do right now; never as wanted and desired.
The sounds of both of them fill your head, a symphony of pleasure and praise. You squeeze and clench around Eddie’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He feels you getting close and his hand comes around to find your clit and rub the flats of his fingers over it.
The coil in your belly grows impossibly tight with every pass over the bundle of nerves. He pushes further into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep until he hits that sacred spot within you that has you seeing bright white as you moan into Chrissy. Your orgasm rips through your body, walls gripping Eddie like a vice as his warm release paints your insides.
The sound of him coming is loud and guttural, his hips stuttering and thrusts growing erratic as he loses all control. Still, you do everything you can to maintain your pace on Chrissy. Her hips are squirming, her back arching as she grinds her hips against your lips and tongue.
“I’m so close,” she pants, breathless as her chest heaves. “Y-you’re gonna make me come, you’re making me feel so good—ahh!”
You plant a hand on her lower belly mostly for purchase as you add your fingers and crook them up in search of that spongy wall inside of her, but the pressure causes something else entirely.
A spray of liquid hits your neck and chest, dribbling down your breasts. Chrissy’s voice goes higher as she rides out her orgasm, her thighs twitching against your ears. Behind you, Eddie’s eyes go round with shock as though he thinks he must be dreaming.
“Was that…did you…did she…”
Answering him seems unnecessary when the evidence is all over your face. Chrissy’s chest and stomach heave as she draws one shuddering breath after another, her high moan dissipating as the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed.
“Ffff-uck, angel, that was amazing.”
“Really?” you ask, looking up at her hopefully.
“Absolutely,” Chrissy hums, content and sated as she lets her head loll back on the pillow.
You look back at Eddie, your eyes big and hopeful. “How are you? You good?”
He bends at the waist and leaves a line of kisses down your spine, the soft ends of his long hair tickling your tingling skin as he does.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, the noise throaty and strained from his efforts. “What about you? Are you okay?”
“Incredible,” you sigh, laying down next to Chrissy and letting your head rest on her shoulder.
She curls her slender arms around you and her fingers start to stroke the hair at the crown of your head. Eddie heads for the bathroom and returns with two washcloths. One, he hands off to Chrissy and the other he dips between your legs to collect his spend as it’s trickling from your entrance. Once she’s cleaned herself up, Chrissy has you sit up with her and she reaches for one of the waters sitting on the bedside table.
“Good girl,” she sighs as she brings the glass to your lips, her cheeks still flushed and skin all glowy and radiant from her orgasm.
You can’t imagine ever looking as good as she does after you come.
She kisses you after you sip, licking the chilled water from your lips before taking a drink of her own. You fall back onto the bed together and Eddie curls up beside you, their arms layering over one another’s as they hold you between them. You roll over after a minute, burying your face in the crook of his neck, Chrissy now curling around you as your big spoon.
“You hungry?” you murmur against his chest.
“Fucking starved,” Eddie groans, making Chrissy chuckle.
She unwraps her arms from around you and stands to pull her clothes back on, glancing down fondly at the rumpled mess the three of you have made of the bed. As she zips her sweater, she pauses, looking for the first time a little unsure of herself.
“So, um…I guess I should go?” Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie and you pull yourself off him to sit up.
“Do you have to?”
You look up at her plaintively and then back at Eddie, not quite sure what you’re even asking. All you know is you hate the thought of…kicking her out. Making her feel used. Letting her go back to Robin and Nancy’s without anyone to take care of her. God, do you wanna take care of her.
“You should stay, Chris,” Eddie tells her warmly. “Dinner should be done soon and we can watch a movie. Have a cuddle pile on the couch.”
“You sure? We’ve, uh…we’ve never done that before,” she says with a giggle.
It makes you laugh, too. The thought of them balking at something as innocent as cuddling when they’ve watched the other one fuck on multiple occasions. Eddie just shrugs and a smile plays across his lips as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours.
“First time for everything,” he chuckles.
After you eat, you all settle in together on the big sectional sofa. Eddie sits up against the arm and you lay between his legs with your back against his chest and Chrissy draped across your front. It’s a delightfully crushing feeling, having both of them surround you. Eddie’s firm, solid body cradling yours while Chrissy rests her head on your chest and lightly strokes your legs.
You find out they both like to talk during movies and chuckle at the little quips they trade back and forth while you get to sit quietly, happily listening to them. Dinner sits warm in your belly and the heat of both their bodies around you is like the best electric blanket ever.
About halfway through the movie, you start to crave something sweet. And just as you lift your head to ask if he wants dessert, you see Eddie’s phone is out and he is already DoorDashing ice cream for all three of you.
Pistachio, strawberry and butter pecan.
The sleep you eventually fall into isn’t deep. You let your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing grows even and rhythmic, but you’re conscious enough to feel it when Eddie lifts you off the couch. He carries you down the hall to the bedroom and Chrissy follows, helping him tuck you under the duvet in the center of the bed.
“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark room.
“You can just stay the night if you want,” Eddie whispers to her. “She’ll be bummed if she wakes up and you’re not here”
You have to resist the urge to chuckle at all the domesticity you’re overhearing.
“I’m so happy for you, Ed,” Chrissy hums. “You guys are great together. Really solid.”
Eddie just smiles in response and holds a finger to his lips, shooting you a cautious glance to make sure you’re still asleep. He leads Chrissy to the closet and you hear the soft creak of the door opening as he ushers her inside. There’s a light rustling as he searches for something in the pocket of one of his blazers—the only hiding place he felt certain you wouldn’t find.
“Ohhh,” Chrissy mewls at whatever he shows her. “It’s perfect.”
“Thanks for the idea about getting her size. I thought she might have noticed the ring was missing, but she never said anything.”
“I’m so glad that’s the one you went with, it really suits her. When are you gonna ask?”
“I talked to Robin and Nance about having a dinner thing when they get back. Their patio is so nice with the lights and the pool and the fire pit and everything. And Jon will be there — I asked him about taking pictures. Will you still be in town? I think she’d like you to be there.”
“Of course,” Chrissy says. “Maybe we can go get our nails done that day.”
“That’s perfect.” Eddie exhales, breath coming out slightly shaky as he sucks in another. “And she…she’ll say ‘yes,’ right?”
“Oh, Ed…”
Chrissy lets out a soft sigh and you’d bet anything she’s rubbing his arm.
“Definitely,” she tells him. “There’s no doubt in my mind.”
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afterglow
“just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow.”
shuri x black!reader | 18+
Summary: You've been dating Shuri for a year. For a year, your relationship has evolved, revealing the challenges and joys of deepening connections.
A disagreement puts a momentary strain on your communication after the two of you fail to see eye to eye. You stop for something that will undoubtedly capture Shuri's attention before your next journey to Wakanda.
part one: heartbeat
word count: 4k
themes: heiress reader, little couple disagreement, make-up sex
warnings: sex
hi 💋 - idek what the summary was for this but LMAO the first time i posted this i never specified how long they were together and everyone was like typical lesbians 😭 BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER 🙄 they got married and had kids i’ll post the last part later.
also idk if i’ll post versace on the floor it doesn’t really add anything unless people want to read it
Since you and Shuri began dating, your time was divided between home and Wakanda.
You were now Esmé's Head of Interior Design back at home. Your father appointed you to the role after you assisted in overseeing the interior development of the Monaco Resort. The next step was to renovate the interiors of all Esmé Hotels one city/country at a time. That entailed a lot of flying between countries to look at furniture and meeting with a number of designers to help you get the aesthetic you wanted. Surprisingly, you enjoyed all the hard work that went into it.
Wakanda was breathtaking, the most gorgeous place you'd ever seen in your life. Shuri took you on a tour of her lab, telling you about its products and features. You had no idea what she was saying, but her face lit up as she spoke, and you enjoyed seeing that spark of excitement in her eyes. She took you to all of her favorite spots, and you got to meet Okoye and M'Baku. It pleased you that she had a support system when you weren't there. Now that you were dating, it made little sense for Shuri to fly to New York when you had more freedom to come to her; she could remain where she was needed.
By the end of this week, you’d be back in Wakanda for a two-week vacation. The two weeks were strictly no work, phone calls, or emails. You were going off the grid and away. You would never expect Shuri to do the same thing, but she always prioritized you.
There was an issue, as excited as you were. You and Shuri were fighting, not fighting but at an impasse. Making your relationship public was a tricky subject. On the one hand, Shuri's response was a firm no. You could understand at first, but as things progressed and became more serious, you brought it up repeatedly, a no. So you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally, Shuri raised her voice, which she never does.
Every couple argues. It's human nature to find yourself on opposing sides. Nobody will ever agree on everything. In those moments when things got heated, your fault, Shuri would tell you she’ll talk to you once you calmed down. Never did you think she would yell at you. In response, you did the first thing that came to mind and hung up on her.
Though, from the outside, Shuri would appear to be in the "wrong," you knew it was primarily your fault. You felt bad for bringing up the topic, but you wouldn't live in New York if you were afraid of otherworldly danger. You eventually cooled off and acknowledged that she had a point and that perhaps you hadn't been as reasonable as you could have been, but a week had passed without either of you apologizing or bringing up the incident.
She contacted you again to ensure you were still coming to Wakanda on Friday. Did she expect you to change your mind? Though you'd be back in each other's company, everything had been tense since that night. You hate it, and the distance wasn’t helping. You changed into your pajamas and went downstairs to the bar as soon as the call ended; it was more responsible than heading out to the club.
There were already people inside dressed in suits and designer clothes, presumably looking at you as if you were insane. Who cares what they think, this is your hotel. After all, you had more important things to worry about than the opinions of strangers.
"Marco, what do you do if you get into a disagreement with your significant other?" You whine as you stir the straw in your second Bronx Cocktail.
Macro paused in the middle of polishing a glass and placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin. "Well, Madam Esmé, I'd apologize."
The opportunity for apologizing had long passed. It was too late by the time you acknowledged you were being stubborn and that something this trivial wasn't worth it; there was tension in your relationship. "And when an apology isn't enough."
“Sex.” He responds as if it’s the most obvious answer.
You take another long sip of your drink. You're not drunk enough to start talking about your sex life in public. "Marco, be serious. I need a real solution.” Sex was tempting, but what if Shuri was too upset to consider it?
The bartender served a martini to an older woman seated a few seats apart from you. You figure she's alone until you notice a ring of at least ten carats on her finger. Impressive. Marco refocuses his attention on you, "That is a real solution. It's a way to reconnect after a fight, indicating that the relationship is still intact and that you still want the other."
"I don't mean to interrupt. I couldn't help but overhear." You look to see Mrs. Ten carats trying to interject herself into your conversation.
Well, she’s married, and at this point, no suggestion was a bad one, so why not listen? You turn your body to grant her implicit permission to continue. "Make-up sex is some of the most enjoyable sex you'll ever have."
“Sex can be an excellent way to reconnect with your partner if mixed with verbal communication to resolve your argument after," she explains.
Marco makes a sound of agreement. “Exactly! Sweat it out before you talk it out.” That makes you laugh. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.
They were both making good points, but you had one other concern. “And what if this significant other isn't in the mood?” You say, frowning.
To be honest, you and Shuri fucked like rabbits. When the two of you were alone, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You've lost track of all the places you and Shuri have spent private moments. A limo, her lab, the Sunbird, inside your purple Maserati, which was impressive considering how little the back seat was. Perhaps it was the distance, but every time you saw each other, you had to go through several rounds to get everything out of your system.
You could not believe you were doubting yourself, given your track record. You just wanted this resolved; this issue had you questioning everything and bringing up sex with Marco and strangers. Jesus.
Nonetheless, you needed to consider all the variables.
“You’ll just have to get very sexy.” The woman says, shrugging her shoulders. “Shouldn’t be hard for you.”
True. Still, you groaned. “Ugh, do you know how hard it is to already be sexy and have to be extra sexy?”
You down the rest of your drink, “You two be happy you don’t have my problems.”
“I would not dream of it, Madam.” And with that, you thank the woman and Marco for their advice and leave a generous tip before heading back upstairs.
The next day, you found yourself in a downtown luxury lingerie and bodywear store. You had your assistant call ahead to reserve the store so you could shop comfortably. You didn't need anyone in your business. Amaya was with you because shopping with a companion is always more fun, plus she was probably the only one you hadn't stopped talking to.
“Wow, you must really be in love.” Amaya is watching you with curious eyes.
“What?” You ask, confused at such a random outburst.
“At first,” she pulls something from the rack, stopping to look at it before shaking her head and putting it back. “Everyone thought you were joking about this relationship.” ‘Relationship’ in air quotes. “Because you never brought them around. Then you entered what I’ll assume is your honeymoon phase because you cut everyone off. Then you started working for your dad. You’ve changed.”
When you and Shuri began dating, you were enamored and wanted to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend, which led to you spending a lot of time in Wakanda, away from everyone. While it is true that you cut everyone off, it was because you understood your worth and didn't want to be around people who took advantage of you. Furthermore, partying gradually faded from your daily activities, and your time was spent on more important matters.
You roll your eyes, “First of all, outside of you, I don’t know those people. Second, yes, I’ve changed. Sorry, I don’t want to take shots off of strippers anymore.”
“Don’t be so defensive. I’m not saying you’ve changed in a bad way. Whoever this is, it must be serious. You're clearly in love. They’re good for you.”
No doubt you're in love, and it was serious, but how serious? You'd never doubt Shuri's emotions, but you can't spend the rest of your life together, fearful of the outside world. It was a complicated matter which neither of you could agree on.
You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You had twenty-four hours before you had to depart, and you had far too many options before you. Everything looked stunning, with 24K gold hardware and satin elastic banding paired with various luxurious fabrics. It's a lot of choices.
“Do you think this is too much? We should just go to Victoria’s Secret or something.” You ask Amaya while admiring a garter on one of the mannequins. Interesting.
Amaya scoffs as if you said the most offensive thing in the world. “Cheap things like Victoria’s Secret are meant to be thrown off. Altier lingerie like this is meant to be admired. It’s an art, while your body is the canvas.”
She calls the sales associates over for assistance. “Let’s start with a color. Trust me, whatever you pick will drive whoever this is wild.”
Something was off.
Ayo, not Shuri, escorted you to Wakanda. "The Queen has been quite focused these past few days. She will meet you in the Golden City." Ayo explains. Fine, you could accept that. It happened in the past, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary.
However, when you arrived in Wakanda, Shuri was nowhere to be found. The personnel at the Palace recognized you for who you were and your close relationship with their Queen. Two attendants take your things.
"Uh, the pink box is a present you don't have to unpack," you tell one of the staff. The woman nods in acknowledgment.
When you enter the Citadel, two additional Dora Milaje members are waiting for you. "Miss Y/N, the Queen has arranged a spa day for you. These attendants have come to accompany you."
Spa day? “Where’s Shuri?”
“The Queen has business to attend and regrets not being here upon your arrival.” She says immediately. It almost feels rehearsed.
A relaxing day is fun and all, but you want your girlfriend.
You put on a robe and a bikini. The facial and massage were comforting, but while you sat in the heated pool, you couldn't help but wonder. Nothing made sense. She didn't pick you up or greet you; now you're being pampered. Wow, she’s trying to distract you. What exactly were you expected to do? Can you imagine going two weeks without seeing each other? You sighed as you exited the pool and found your towel. How can you unwind while your girlfriend is avoiding you?
You put on the robe once more and proceed past the staff, who are prepared to attend to your needs. “I’m fine, thank you.” You say, despite their best efforts to care for you. You figured you would keep your distance and await Shuri in her chambers. You take the elevator to Shuri's floor and notice a familiar face entering the hall.
“Ah, Y/N, it is good to see you. I thought you’d still be in the spa.” Okoye said. So this was definitely planned.
"I was, but I won't be able to relax till I see my girlfriend." You say honestly. You didn’t mind opening up to Okoye. She has always been so kind to you, plus Shuri trusted her.
She hesitates for a moment as if carefully considering her response. "It's not my place to ask, but did something happen between you two?"
"Both yes and no, but yeah." You confess with a sigh. "I know she's avoiding me, but I need to find her and apologize."
"I think if you know your partner well enough, you know exactly where to find her,” Her tone is cryptic, allowing you to determine Shuri's whereabouts. Of course.
You smile. “Thank you, Okoye.” You both go your separate ways after she gives you a slight nod.
Inside, the pink box sat on the rectangular table in the living space. With more difficulty than you would like to admit, you change into the lingerie you bought. The Bordelle set matched perfectly with your YSL sandals. You take a second to admire it in the mirror before wrapping your silk robe over it to conceal what’s underneath as you travel down the hall and into the elevator to Shuri's laboratory.
“Panther, Y/N-“
"You're trying to avoid me." You accuse, cutting off Griot’s introduction of your presence. Shuri is sitting alone in front of the multiple displays, typing away at something. You can see her shoulders stiffen as she turns around at the sound of your voice.
You proceed to list all the things that are wrong with today. "You didn't come to pick me up. You didn't greet me, and the spa was a distraction." As much as you tried to be annoyed, she looked great in her black tracksuit, hair braided back, and the gold of her habitat peeking through the collar. She’s so fine, and it turned you on already.
Shuri lets out a heavy sigh rubbing a hand over her face. “I know. I’m sorry, my love.”
“I wanted to give you some space. I'm ashamed of how I spoke to you, and I wanted to do something nice."
Your heart ached as you saw Shuri's pained expression and realized how guilty she felt. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't recognize how your argument affected her.
"I've been putting something together for you." She motions to the panoramic screen as if you comprehend anything on it. You'll ask afterward. "I planned on finishing it before dinner so I could properly apologize, but I see my actions have made matters worse."
You sit on one of the empty surfaces making sure to keep everything intact. With a crooked finger, you beckon Shuri over, and she comes, stopping right in front of you but not close enough. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I don’t want space. I want you.”
You take her hand in yours, putting it underneath your robe so her fingers can brush against the garters on your thigh. Shuri bites her lower lip. “You have five minutes to join me in your bedroom, or the next two weeks will be hell when you can only look but not touch.” With that, you remove Shuri's hand. Her eyes widen at your boldness before smirking, and her pupils dilate, signifying arousal.
It took everything you had to get up from the lab table and walk away from her. As much as you didn't want to, you knew you had to. "Five minutes, Shuri," you call out.
With that, you left, making the journey back to Shuri’s bedroom. You hadn't even gotten past the entryway when you felt a pair of arms lift you from behind. "How long was that?" Shuri whispers into your ear. All you can do is giggle as she carries you inside and places you softly on the bed. She watches you curiously from a distance.
“Want to show me what’s hiding under that robe?” You smirk, making a show of untying the knot in the front and letting the satin fall open and slip down your shoulders. Shuri bites her lip, her eyes roaming all over your body. Your body truly is the canvas showcasing the art of the intricate designs of this atelier body wear.
“Griot,” Shuri called to the AI, flinging off the jacket to her tracksuit. “Please inform everyone in the Palace I will not be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”
“Yes, Panther.”
“All this for me?” She asks, placing her kimoyo beads on the side table.
“Only for you.” You tell her biting your lip.
Shuri comes back in front of the bed. “You look so beautiful, angel.”
You raise your eyebrow. “Are you just going to stare?” She was taunting you, and god, you needed her now.
“I’m just admiring how gorgeous you look before I ruin you.” And that does. You moan while the moisture between your legs grows. The power she has on you, and she hasn't even touched you.
Shuri spent the first part of your evening activities between your legs, using her tongue to coax some of the most delightful screams out of you. You had no idea how long this had been going on; your mind clouded. Shuri adored the sounds you created so much that once was never enough. She took her time taking you apart. Her warm, wet tongue spread you open and greedily soaked up everything your body had to offer.
“Baby,” Your fingers rest on top of her head as your breath hitches. You weren't sure whether to push her away or fully surrender to the pleasure again as she sucked and licked all your most sensitive spots.
Shuri wouldn't let you go when the sensation finally became too much for you. You attempted to escape, but she grabbed hold of the elastic straps that covered your thighs and dragged you back. The flutter in your abdomen grows into a warm pressure, and you know you're coming again.
On instinct, your thighs close around Shuri’s head. She slaps your legs as a warning, and you let go, leaving them parted. As if to reward you, your girlfriend slips two fingers inside you, finding a rhythm that creates the right amount of pressure.
You have another moment of euphoric bliss as you grind down on Shuri's face and fingers. Shuri's palm has a solid hold on your trembling thigh, but it's spread just enough that it doesn't restrict her access. She doesn't stop until you're gasping for air, and you can only say her name as if it were a prayer.
Instead of getting up, she licks her way up your body, and a trail of moisture follows behind her tongue as she stops at your lips. You waste no time bringing her lips to yours, tasting yourself on her lips. Intoxicating.
When it comes time for you to take charge, you're still a little dazed and sensitive. Shuri is relaxed and lets you do all the work as you sink into the strap. With the strap being designed to fit inside you, the stimulation is instant. Not only was it ideal for you, but Shuri created it to provide the optimal pressure level for your girlfriend, which you can control based on the pace and depth of your movement.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” Shuri encourages you while you ride her. As you bounce up and down, you place your hands on the bed above Shuri's head for leverage. Shuri breaks your rhythm when she pulls you close to her.
Even though the bra is sheer, she tugs it down just enough to expose one of your breasts and begins sucking on the nipple. You groan at the suction. Your new position forces you to change your movement, slowly swirling your hips. "Fuck," you gasp, overwhelmed. You sense another climax near and decide to shift angles.
Leaning back slightly, you press both palms on Shuri's thighs behind you. “Mmm, such a good girl.” Shuri groans. The praise makes you throw your head back and work harder.
Your hips stutter as you cry out. The feeling is too strong, and you know your body will stop you, rejecting the possibility of another orgasm. Shuri draws you back to her as if she understands your hesitation.
"Baby, come here." Shuri rises and brings you in closer. You wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms encircle her, and you nuzzle her neck with your face. It was the closeness you had been desperately craving. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t speak anymore.
Shuri guided your hips to create a steady and consistent rhythm. It was slow, but you could feel the warmth increasing with each rock of your hips. Your entire body quivered. “You did so well.” Then she tells you how beautiful you are and how hard you've worked.
“Are you going to come again for me?” You nod.
"You don't have to say anything, but you have to look at me." Shuri rasped, her breath heavy as you let out gentle gasps as you felt her moving inside of you, the heat flowing through your body again, and you wanted to cry. It's way too good.
You lift your head from her neck and stare into Shuri's dilated pupils. Everything is heightened because you can see the intensity in her chocolate-colored eyes and how fixated she is on you. This position is less physically demanding, enabling you both to concentrate on how the pressure is affecting you.
When you come, your sighs become moans, then screams, as the hand on your waist rocks you back and forth faster and faster, driving you further into oblivion. It's pure desperation. Your head is flung backward, and your spine arches as your body spasms. When Shuri comes, the hand guiding you freezes as a loud shout of your name fills the room.
As you melt into Shuri's arms, your body becomes light. The intense orgasm and overwhelming intimacy take you over the edge, and you find yourself crying. "I know, baby," Shuri replies as she strokes your back. "You did amazing."
It takes a few minutes for you to let Shuri separate from you so she can get you both comfortable. It was a normal part of your routine to practice aftercare, but today you found yourself overcome by emotion. When Shuri returns, she removes the remainder of your garments and wraps you in her arms.
Later, when your bodies are intertwined under the tangled sheets, you start talking. You look at Shuri and whisper, "Hi," to find her looking down at you with such tender eyes.
“Hi,” she says, kissing your forehead.
Though you regained your voice, the rush of the orgasm has you fuzzy, so you speak whatever comes to mind. "I'll never have sex with anyone but you." Shuri laughs and shakes her head slightly.
"I hope so," she replies, reaching out a hand to caress the side of your face. "I apologize, my love."
"I'm sorry too." You pout because you adore her.
Shuri intertwines your fingers and brings your hand to her lips, leaving a warm kiss on the skin. "I love you, and your safety is something I will never bargain with. That's why I got angry, but I shouldn't have yelled at you."
“But, I realized instead of saying no, there are other options. So, when you're ready, I'd like you to live here with me." Shuri says it plainly as if she isn't proposing that you spend the rest of your life with her without a ring.
“What?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing.
"I know you want to make our love public, but I can't protect you if we're thousands of miles apart. I'll know you're safe if you live here." Not only does Shuri agree to publicize your relationship, but she's also asking you to move in with her in exchange. Did your orgasm transcend you to a parallel universe?
“I was working on an A.I. for you. If you agreed to live here primarily, I wouldn't expect you never to leave, but significant security precautions would be put in place. Non-negotiable.” She watches you, waiting for a response.
You don't realize how much you're grinning until your cheeks ache. "I'm going to require a closet with an elevator." Shuri rolls her eyes and leans in, your lips joining for a kiss sweeter than any you've shared tonight.
"You can have whatever you want, angel."
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행복 … … ( FELL OFF HARDER. )
❝a flower knows, when its butterfly will return,
and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand.❞ ― Sanober Khan
CHARACTERS : BLISS THAMBUACHA … JUNG YOONAH … CHLOE LEE
WORDS : 4.1K
WARNINGS / NOTES : Mentions of Grooming and Past Abusive Behavior, Manipulation, Arguments, Falling outs, I think that's it? If I missed something, just let me know! Thank you so much for reading! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡
Chloe and Yoonah have a deep understanding of one another. Deeper than they like to admit. They can share a single glance and know what the other is thinking without a single word.
“You’d have to drag me by my hair to sign to Mydol,” Bliss says as she takes another sip of a fruity mixed drink, Yoonah made her and the rest of the girls for tonight. It’s Friday. They have sleepovers on Fridays, all five of them. Yoonah glances over at Chloe at Bliss’s words, her eyes meeting the other girl’s without missing a beat before looking back at her half-filled cup.
They don’t need to say anything. They already know.
Sena shrugs, thinking over the question with a cute pout of her lips. Her cheeks are flushed pink and her glass is practically empty, still that doesn’t stop her from swirling her glass in a circle as she looks up.
“It depends,” Sena finally concludes. Chloe glances at Yoonah again at her answer before she takes a sip of the pink liquid from her glass. “I don’t know! I liked the music we made with Jinhwa a lot.”
“Yeah, all our classics were made with him there,” Klara adds, taking a sip of water. She opted out of drinking tonight, saying it would make her bloated tomorrow. Bliss rolls her eyes at the youngest members, stretching her legs on the ground as her head lays back against the couch.
“Okay? We’re already making classics with Flowerbank and they’re nicer to us.”
“They’re nicer to some of us,” Chloe corrects with a raise of her brows, unenthused with how her career has been managed the past year. Bliss rolls her eyes again, tilting her head at Chloe.
“A solo comeback is worth more to you than not being objectified?”
“Jinhwa never objectified me,” Chloe responds simply, shrugging her tiny shoulders. He knew how to market me—he knew how to market all of us, actually. Iseul couldn’t even get us booked for Coachella.”
Klara hums loudly in agreement, raising her glass to that.
“She couldn’t. She didn’t even try.” Klara loved performing at festivals. It was one of her favorite parts of being an idol. The jealousy she felt when she saw DeepDive get the Coachella slot was still boiling in her veins. The youngest sighs dramatically, shaking her head as she sips her water. “Our setlist would’ve been crazy.”
Bliss shakes her head, thinking the girls are just talking nonsense. They did that a lot. They just talked shit, then took it back the next day. After nearly seven years together, you’d think she’d be used to it, but it’d only made her more frustrated with time. She nearly groans, putting her hand out like she’s asking God for guidance.
“He’s a fucking creep!” Bliss argues. Sena shrugs.
“All of them are! You think Carmen isn’t weird? She’s totally fucked that Lee Chang guy.”
Yoonah gives Sena a questioning look, taking a small sip of her drink before pursing her lips together.
“She did not fuck Lee Chang. She’s literally a lesbian, Sena.”
Sena’s jaw drops a little at the well-known news, gasping cutely before looking at Klara who is looking at her like she’s the dumbest girl in the room. Klara’s brown eyes look around the room before at Sena again, leaning in slightly.
“Did you seriously not know that?”
“No! I thought…Aren’t her and Iseul just friends?”
The room collectively goes, “Ooh..” In unison, each girl gave Sena a look from pity to wondering how one could miss every sign. Yoonah looks at her phone, being greeted with the time and a photo of her and her boyfriend. She can barely process how late it is due to her swirling thoughts of Juwon. Alcohol has never been kind to her or to her relationships. She has to fight every voice inside her that’s telling her to send him a breakup text. With a sigh, Yoonah puts her phone down, the screen against the carpet she sat on.
“I’d like to be under the same company as Juwon,” Yoonah finally says, covering her eyes so she can avoid the judging stares that come her way. A chorus of sighs and groans fill the room, making Yoonah turn her head from them with her eyes still covered.
“I get it! I get it!” Yoonah laughs, swatting blindly at the air to silence the girls as some of them turn to giggling that has Yoonah laughing too before uncovering her face with a dramatic sigh. “I need to watch him! That Cherry bitch wants him so bad, guys!”
“And that’s enough for you to want to work with Jinhwa again?” Bliss laughs, causing Yoonah to open her mouth then shut it, her brows rising with her shoulders.
“You’re not going to like my answer!”
“Oh my god,” Bliss groans, covering her face now as Yoonah laughs, shrugging again.
“It’s not like…” She stops herself, biting the inside of her cheek to not say something that’ll ruin the moment. “It wouldn’t be hard to avoid him.”
Chloe glances at Yoonah, looking her over. She knows that wasn’t what she wanted to say.
Chloe and Yoonah lay shoulder to shoulder, phones above their faces, scrolling mindlessly in sync under Chloe’s pink comforter. They haven’t spoken for the last 30 minutes, their faces fresh and dewy from just washing them, and their hair put up in high ponytails.
Without looking away from her phone, Chloe speaks.
“You wanna go to Mydol too?”
Yoonah freezes for a moment but continues scrolling, breathing through her nose.
“Of course I do.”
Chloe smirks slightly. She scrolls, stopping only to like a picture on her feed before continuing to flick her finger across her screen.
“Han approached me with an offer,” Chloe tells Yoonah, spilling the secret she’s been holding for days. Yoonah finally looks at her in shock, blinking a few times as Chloe smiles at her screen. “It’s a good one too.”
There’s a moment of silence between them before Chloe turns to meet Yoonah’s gaze, the same catlike smile on her lips when their eyes meet. Yoonah can’t stop her lips from turning up into a smile, tilting her head down to make her eyes bigger as she looks at Chloe with a hum. Chloe also tilts her head down, smiling at the girl beside her with an excited noise from her throat. She can feel it in her bones that Yoonah will agree with her. Chloe loves it when people agree with her.
“Are we going to go to Mydol?” Yoonah quips with a small giggle, leaning forward to bump her forehead against Chloe’s. Yoonah loves it when they stop butting heads to scheme like the girls they would watch in the D-tier comedy movies from the early 2000s. Moments like these with Chloe make her feel like a real person, a real girl with real goals, she doesn’t really understand why Chloe, of all people, makes her feel real, but she does. She knows she has the same effect on Chloe. It’s why they keep coming back together even after they’ve said the cruelest things to one another.
Chloe giggles, rubbing her moisturized forehead against Yoonah’s before pulling back with a nod.
“I know I am!” Chloe teases, covering her mouth in excitement. Yoonah laughs with her, reaching out to hold the other’s hand, her slender fingers easily slotting between Chloe’s to squeeze tightly. Chloe squeezes her hand back, rolling on her side to face Yoonah fully, prompting Yoonah to do the same, propping herself up on her elbow.
“Han told me we just need to get four of us to leave Flowerbank, and they’ll take care of the rest. He said it should be easy if more than three of us are trying to leave. Iseul is all about saving face. They won’t put up much of a fight,” Chloe tells Yoonah, who nods along to her words, her mind not processing any of it but instead storing it in the back for later. She’ll go over it with Reid or Juwon later. That’s what she always does.
Chloe’s eyes read over Yoonah’s face for a split second before looking in her eyes again.
“We already know Klara is going wherever I go.”
“So true.”
“Sena will follow you if you tell her to. She’s going wherever we go. We’re all she has,” Chloe delivers swiftly, like she’s discussing the plans for a nuclear attack. Yoonah supposes, in some way, she is. The little implications of this decision slowly start to creep in, making Yoonah’s face slowly turn unreadable. The trial begins to play in her head. The trial she didn’t want. The trial that sent Jinhwa away. The trial made her the face of something she never wanted to be associated with.
Yoonah can’t bring herself to think about that again. Instead, she swallows and looks down at the sheets.
“I don’t know…”
“Why not?” Chloe is quick, like a viper, watching Yoonah closely with sharp eyes. “Is it because of Jinhwa? This could be your chance to fix it. It’d be amazing PR for-”
“For him. Not for me.” Yoonah looks up at Chloe, unamused. Chloe shrugs without missing a beat, clearly apathetic to the entire trial situation. She only viewed those months as a hindrance to her career and the group. It was stupid, in Chloe’s opinion, but she didn’t have to live it. She knows Jinhwa can barely stomach the sight of her after seeing her in the state Hyojin and his friends left her on that dreaded night in September. She never has to worry about him like Yoonah does, though she doesn’t really understand what the big deal is over their relationship. Yoonah was an adult, Jinhwa was an adult, he never really put his hands on her, and Chloe didn’t see why there was such a fuss.
Truthfully, Chloe isn’t the one to be judging relationships. Her view of them is quite skewed.
“Yeah…But you’re Baebi,” Chloe soothes, shaking their still interlocked hands. She can feel Yoonah’s palm get sweatier. She knows she has to reel her back in before she’s too far out, or this will never work. Venus can’t be Venus without Baebi. Chloe knows this, but she also knows it’s not hard to convince Yoonah to do something. She’s easy on every front despite pretending she isn’t. “You always bounce back. We’d be nothing without our leader.”
Yoonah smiles softly, but it’s clear she’s still on the fence. Chloe feels her options begin to limit, making her rub her lips together as she rests her other hand over Yoonah’s to hold on tighter. She sighs quietly.
“Plus…Han told me Jinhwa misses you,” Chloe tells Yoonah in a softer voice, watching Yoonah’s eyes fall down to their hands, feeling her squeeze her hand tightly. She knows she’s got her hooked now, but she just needs to reel her back in. “He told me that he’s always talking about fixing it with you. He still loves you a lot. At least from what Han told me. I think this could be your chance to fix it. Don’t you want to fix it?”
Yoonah doesn’t say anything for a minute, staring silently at their interwoven fingers. Silently, she lifts her hand, placing it on top of Chloe’s as her gaze lifts to meet hers.
When their eyes lock, Chloe smiles.
There are no words, but they both know.
Slowly, Yoonah smiles as well.
It’s hard to stop Chloe’s wheels once they start going. It took her a total of two days to convince Klara on board what Yoonah has decided to call “GardenParty2024” though Chloe thinks that name is stupid. Klara thought it was fun. So did Sena, who took five days to convince to join the party, four days longer than both she and Chloe thought it would. Yoonah shouldn’t have been that shocked. Sena made friends here. She and Bliss seemed to be the only two to actually like being under Flowerbank.
Chloe hated it, Klara was bored, and Yoonah was indifferent, but Sena and Bliss built lives here or at least were beginning to. It’s weird to remember it’s only been a year since they got here. A crazy year that felt like a decade to Yoonah. She’d be lying if she said it was all bad.
The wheels on this plan Chloe constructed out of what felt like thin air were moving so fast at this point, Yoonah wasn’t sure she could keep up.
“I can convince her.”
“No, you can’t,” Chloe snaps, crossing her arms. They’re outside Han’s office, leaving Sena and Klara inside to discuss all the positives of joining Mydol. The nail in their coffins, as Chloe would say. Chloe’s jaw tensed as Yoonah looked at her with an unrelenting stare.
“She likes it there too much. She’s why we’re there in the first place.”
“But loves us-”
“She loves you,” Chloe corrects sharply, making Yoonah pause. It’s true. Almost true. Bliss loved Klara and she loved Sena but her love for Chloe died a long time ago. Their relationship has been in teethers since Nakyung was kicked out. That entire situation burnt what little relationship the pair had to something smaller than ashes. Yoonah couldn’t blame Bliss for being mad but she couldn’t find it in herself to blame Chloe for it either. Sure, she was mad at her but there will always be a part of her that feels gutted for Chloe just for her existence. It seems so painful to be Chloe in Yoonah’s opinion.
“She loves Klara and Sena too. I’ll talk to her-”
“You’ll waste your time. Why even try with her, Yoonah? She’s the one who started the whole grooming narrative with you and Jinhwa,” Chloe reminds her, leaning in and making her black hair sway over her shoulder. “You really think she’d be down to drop her favorite lesbians for a company run by a man she thinks is a rapist?”
“He’s not a rapist.” Yoonah doesn’t know why she says that so quickly, but it sends a hot, boiling shame through her veins. Chloe shrugs.
“I don’t think that, but Bliss does. Don’t waste our time, Yoonah. You can’t help people who don’t want to be helped.” Yoonah looks at the ground at Chloe’s words, biting the inside of her cheek. Bliss is happier at Flowerbank than she ever was at Angelico, but it doesn’t feel right to not include her on this just because Chloe has no faith in her. Yoonah had a brief thought that this was a part of Chloe’s plan all along, to cut Bliss out suddenly and unexpectedly. Yoonah wouldn’t be shocked if it was.
“Then I’m just going to talk to her about it.”
“Why?” Chloe’s voice is so hard and sharp Yoonah can feel it pierce her bones. She looks so disgusted by the words coming from Yoonah’s mouth, it makes Yoonah feel like she said something wrong even though she knows she didn’t.
“She’s a part of the team too. She deserves-”
“She deserves nothing.”
Yoonah’s mouth hangs open in shock for a few moments before she shuts her mouth, brows knit together for a moment before she shakes her head, putting a hand up to stop the conversation, knowing it’s going to go nowhere. Yoonah turns to go back into Han’s office, her hand on the knob already.
“You’re unreasonable,” she mumbled as she stepped back into the pristine office. She saw Sena and Klara looking closely at papers on Han’s desk, his finger pointing to paragraphs and explaining the plans he had in mind for them.
Chloe doesn’t argue with Yoonah’s statement.
Yoonah sits silently with Bliss on her couch in the apartment she shares with Juwon. He’s at practice for another hour, but they’ve already been hanging out for two, watching a Thai movie Bliss put on. She was excited to show Yoonah it, saying something about how it reminded her of them, which only made the rock in Yoonah’s gut heavier.
Yoonah’s round eyes look down at the empty popcorn bowl in her lap and then back at the TV screen. Ripping the bandaid off seems to be the only way of doing this, she thinks as she blankly watches the images in front of her change, not even processing the subtitles on the screen.
“I’m going to ask you something, and you can’t get mad.”
“Oh lord,” Bliss sighs but pauses the movie. Her long legs fold in for her to sit on as she turns her body towards Yoonah, sighing again but raising her brows to show she’s open to hearing what she has to say. “Shoot.”
Yoonah rubs her lips together, looking at Bliss with silently pleading eyes and batting her lashes before swallowing the lump in her throat. The rejection is inevitable, Yoonah thinks as she takes in every pretty feature of Bliss’s face, taking a deep breath.
“So, like, Mydol-”
“Yoonah,” Bliss groans in a sweet voice that forces Yoonah to smile, tilting her head at her.
“It’s just a thought…”
“A bad one!” Bliss laughs. She’s none the wiser. It makes Yoonah’s stomach turn.
“But like-”
“I don’t really think there is a but in this Yoonah! Let’s be serious,” Bliss laughs, shaking Yoonah’s arm playfully, still smiling like it’s all a joke. Yoonah can feel her chest starting to ache, curling her lips in before rubbing them together. “Why would you want to go there when he’s there? Just for Juwon? Come on now.”
The ache starts to cease when she mentions him. Yoonah huffs through her nose, swallowing nothing but spit to calm herself down. She starts to pick at her nails but does not look away from Bliss.
“You can say his name. I’m not as traumatized by him as you think.”
Bliss’s dark brows knit at her sudden shift in tone, shrugging her bony shoulders.
“I don’t think you are. I just-”
“You do,” Yoonah interrupts cooly, lips quirking to the side before looking away. “You think he did something unspeakable to me and you act like he’s some monster when he’s really not.”
“He’s not an outstanding man by any means, Yoonah. Are we really doing this?”
“You know who also isn’t an outstanding man, but you never acted like this? Hyojin. You never…did anything about Hyojin.” Yoonah nearly cuts her off, looking at Bliss with a newfound anger that isn’t even because of her. Bliss looks lost and offended simultaneously, lips parted, ready to defend herself, but a scoff leaves them instead.
“What was I supposed to do about Hyojin?”
“Try to transfer us companies, or is that only reserved for me?”
“What are you even saying right now?” Bliss snaps in disbelief this conversation is happening. “I did that for us. I helped everyone by getting Iseul involved.”
“You did it without consulting anyone, Bliss! We just suddenly moved companies because you didn’t like my relationship!” Yoonah practically shouts at her, motioning towards her. It’s easier to bring this up when she’s angry. She almost wants the inevitable downfall of her and Bliss’ friendship to happen already so she can move on from all this. She fears that it’s much easier to live angry lives than to be kind.
Bliss scoffs.
“Is that what you want to call it? A relationship? He was your boss, Yoonah.”
“Fucking spare me. It was none of your business.”
“None of my business?” Bliss repeats in shock. Yoonah stands her ground, digging her feet into the ground and refusing to move.
“It was none of your business what I-”
“You tried to kill yourself because of him! Are you kidding me?”
“You don’t know anything about that!” Yoonah gets louder when Bliss gets louder. She silently notes that Bliss started yelling first. Yoonah was never the problem, especially in her own head. She was certainly not the problem here. It was almost too easy to make Bliss the villain in this sloppily crafted narrative. She’s a control freak who took control over the girls and took them somewhere they didn’t want to go because of her own biases. Yoonah’s brain continues to weave a web of silky red strings that tangle together and make Bliss the bad guy, the thing wrong, the thing Yoonah needs to get rid of.
“I never wanted to leave Angelico. Neither did the other girls, but you took it upon yourself to fuck everything up–”
“I fucked everything up? Me? Not your weird boss-boyfriend who fucked with our careers when you wouldn’t fuck him?” Bliss spats at her like that’s anywhere near the truth. Yoonah’s the one scoffing now, turning and standing from the couch with her hands up like she’s surrendering, but she’s far from it.
“You know nothing about us. You don’t fucking know me.”
“I don’t fucking know you? Are you–What the fuck are you even saying? I don’t fucking know you–Is this a joke? Are you joking?” Bliss gawks in disbelief, standing from the couch with her arms crossed. “You’re lashing out at me for some reason and I’m not getting it so I’m gonna go-”
“No, you’re not.” Yoonah is speaking on auto-pilot she doesn’t even know what she’s saying at this point, the words just come out like she’s a doll with a prerecorded voice box. “We’rte finishing this.”
“There’s nothing to finish when you’re being fucking crazy and defending a creep. Trying to tell me what I did was wrong when I saved your life!” Bliss shouts, pointing to herself then Yoonah, nearly winding herself with how fast she was speaking. Yoonah scoffs at her words before laughing bitterly, shaking her head with a laugh that feels as if it’s ripping its way out of her throat.
“You saved my life? You didn’t save anything. You fucked everything up and now we’re here!”
“What’s here, Yoonah? Being respected? Being treated like humans? What the fuck are you-”
“I’m not staying here! None of us are staying here!” Yoonah shouts over her. Finally, there’s a silence from Bliss, who’s taken aback by her volume and the words that left Yoonah’s mouth. She blinks her doe eyes at her in confusion before shaking her head.
“What are you-”
“We’re leaving Flowerbank. Me, Chloe, Sena, Klara–We’re going. We’re leaving and going to-”
“You’re not.”
“We’re going to Mydol and-and I wanted you to-”
“You..You all…You planned this without me?” Bliss sounds hurt, and she looks it, too. Bliss's wide-eyed, confused look was enough to drain any anger and bitterness from Yoonah’s body and fill it with the sadness she desperately tried to swallow down earlier. Yoonah bites the inside of her cheek, staying silent and still for a moment before she stiffly nods.
“Yeah, we did.” She’s quiet now. A sense of shame is beginning to blanket her, and she knows she won’t be able to shake it. Yoonah’s eyes fall to Bliss’ shoulders, and she cannot look her in the eye. “I want to tell you-”
“But you didn’t,” Bliss interjects, her voice getting quieter. Yoonah takes a deep breath, rubs her lips together, and nods slowly.
“I didn’t.”
Then, nothing is said between them. There’s just silence. It makes Yoonah feel like her throat is crashing in on her. She looks up at the ceiling and then at the wall beside them, shifting her weight from one foot to another.
“I think…” Bliss starts, her eyes trained to the floor, and she laughs weakly. “I think you already know what I’m going to say, so,” Bliss chuckles again, shaking her head with a thick swallow and reaching for her purse on the couch. I’m gonna go…I’m gonna go.”
Yoonah nods at first and then shakes her head slowly when Bliss goes to walk past her. She grabs her by the crook of her elbow to stop her. Bliss stops in her tracks but doesn’t look at Yoonah, looking ahead and and then at the ground with a deep breath.
“Please…At least think about it.” It’s a desperate and quiet plea, her eyes finally looking at Bliss’ face again, but her eyes stay on the floor before her. Bliss swallows, shaking her head slowly, looking up to meet Yoonah’s gaze. Her eyes are glossy, sending a sharp pain through Yoonah’s chest.
“I won’t watch you ruin your life, Yoonah.” Bliss slowly but firmly jerks her arm out of Yoonah’s grasp, walking out of sight and to the front door. Yoonah blinks in Bliss’s direction, her throat tight and eyes wet. She doesn’t say anything; just lets her lips twitch to the side. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before the tears fall.
The door opens and then clicks shut.
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Why representation is important- a rant
So, as a kid, I constantly felt off. People would tell me that my name was "pretty" and it felt weird to me. I was put off by being called "daughter" or "little girl" or "princess" but I never could figure out why. My mom called me her little tomboy and that's what I assumed I was- a tomboy. I liked dressing up for important events (like picking up my brother from the airport), but that was it.
Getting older, but not by much, I started hating how I looked and felt. I cut my hair really short, much to the dismay of my mother. When I went to school the next day, people in class called me a boy- and I didn't see anything wrong or offensive about it.
It was sixth grade when I learned. This kid I barely tolerated, and only because we had been friends since kindergarten, told me they were pansexual and genderfluid. I asked them what they were talking about, and they opened up this whole world. I did so much research, and at first, I said I was a straight ally.
As I did more research, I began identifying as pansexual. I had noticed my attractions and started identifying accordingly- but something still bothered me. I thought this new identity would fix everything, yet it fixed nothing.
As I explored my attraction, I tried out different sexual and romantic labels, not quite grasping at the concept. It took me a while to say "hey, maybe its my gender" and exploring I went.
I tried demigirl, she/they, but that didn't feel right at all. I still hated my name, the word girl, and the pronouns she. I changed my name, started identifying as demigender, and used they/them. It felt better, but still not right. I simply could not figure it out.
I was extremely frustrated and dealing with things in my personal life. I was just so upset that I could not seem to find out my own goddamn gender. My friends all seemed so sure that they knew what they were that I felt like I couldn't trouble them with this.
I decided to begin going by he/they and identifying as a demiboy. It felt better, but still not right. I began to ask if I may be genderfluid or something, but being called a girl just never felt right to me. It was then I realized that I may just be a guy. Used he/him and it felt great, but surprise surprise, the name I came up with because of a meme wasn't doing it for me. It didn't feel as bad as my deadname, but still not right.
It wasn't until one night, I was up late texting my friend, when they said I looked like a Jonathan. I laughed it off and didn't really say anything about it until later. The name flooded my mind and I really wanted to be called it, so I hopped onto Stardew Valley and changed my character's name to Jonathan. Walking around and being called Jonathan just felt extremely right to me, so that's what I started putting everywhere.
Now, of course, while this gender crisis was going on, there was still the issue of my sexuality. It went from pansexual to lesbian to bisexual to abrosexual and just all over the place. For a while, I identified as omni, but that didn't fit quite right either, but neither did just "gay". So, I decided that, hey, sexuality is fluid and confusing, so I'll just say I'm queer.
It was only after coming out that I was recommended shows and books with LGBTQ+ content. The one show I did watch that had it, Steven Universe, was so subtle at the time that I didn't understand it until later. However, if I had known about shows like Dead End Paranormal Park, The Owl House, ect., figuring out all this stuff may have been so much easier.
So if you think these shows will turn your kid gay, please look past your prejudice. Everyone should question their identity at some point- whether it sticks or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that your kid feels comfortable in their own skin and doesn't have to spend their childhoods hating themself for feeling weird or wrong.
So yes, representation is important.
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bit of an odd (??? maybe it isnt but i never see anything like it so… to me its odd) request😭
harry and reader who is his little sister (by like a considerable amount… like maybe even 10 years) coming out as lesbian (this is incredibly self indulgent because i didnt really get to come out😭) bonus points if she’s a dancer (i’m self-indulgent. okay.)
if someones already got a similar concept going so you don’t want to do the same, that’s fine!!!!!!! (but drop the @ if thats the case)
Soul's Epiphany
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warnings: LGBTQIA+ themed content
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Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a young girl named Yn. She was not your ordinary girl; she had a passion for dance that made her stand out. Yn's graceful moves, her fluidity on the dance floor, and how she expressed her soul through dance were mesmerizing.
Yn had an older brother named Harry, who was always there for her. With a considerable age gap of about ten years, Harry took on a protective role in her life. Their bond was strong, a testament to the love they had for each other. Harry watched as Yn grew into a beautiful and talented dancer, but he also saw all the struggles she faced as she figured out her own identity.
Yn had known for a while that she was different from other girls her age. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew there was something that set her apart. As she got older, she began to understand what it was - she was a lesbian. This realization had brought her both relief and anxiety. She was relieved to understand her own identity, but she worried about how her family and friends might react.
One evening, Yn decided it was time to share her truth with Harry. They were sitting in the living room, Yn fidgeting with her fingers while Harry was engrossed in his book.
"Harry, can I talk to you about something?" she finally asked.
Harry looked up from his book, concern strewn across his face. "Sure, Yn. You can talk to me about anything. What's on your mind?"
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've realized something about myself, something important. I'm a-a lesbian, Harry."
Harry put his book down to give his little sister his undivided attention. He could see the mix of emotions in her eyes – vulnerability, fear, and a tiny glimmer of hope. His face softened, and he scooted forward and held her hands in his, before replying "Yn, I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this with me, love. I love you, and nothing will change that. You're still the same amazing person you've always been."
Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had been so afraid of how her brother would react, but his unconditional love and support were a soothe for her.
Over the next few weeks, Harry and Yn talked about her journey of self-discovery. Harry listened to her experiences, her fears, and her hopes for the future. He became her confidant, someone she could lean on during the challenging times ahead.
As Yn continued to grow as a dancer, she found the courage to come out to her parents and close friends. She faced her fears head-on and discovered that the people who truly loved her accepted her for who she was.
With Harry's never-ending support, Yn's confidence began to soar. She decided to take a bold step forward by coming out to her dance troupe, a group of talented dancers she had considered her second family for years. It was during one of their practice sessions, a time when she felt most connected to all of them, that she decided to share her truth.
The dancers gathered in the studio, ready to begin their routine. Yn, her heart pounding with anticipation, took a deep breath. "Hey, everyone, I have something important to tell you."
The room fell silent as her friends turned to look at her. Yn could see a mix of curiosity and concern on their faces. She continued, her voice steady, "I want to share that I'm a lesbian. It's an important part of who I am, and I wanted you all to know."
A few seconds of silence hung in the air, but then something incredible happened. One by one, her fellow dancers began to applaud. The applause grew louder and turned into cheers and hugs. Yn felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance and support.
Her best friend and fellow dancer, Emily, pulled Yn into a tight embrace. "Yn, we love you no matter who you are. We're so proud of you for being your true self."
Yn's heart swelled with gratitude. She knew that coming out wouldn't always be met with such warmth and acceptance, but she was grateful to have a group of friends who stood by her side.
As time passed, Yn's journey continued. She used her experiences and emotions as a source of inspiration for her dance routines. Her performances took on a new depth and authenticity, resonating with audiences on a profound level that she had never imagined.
Yn's journey of self-discovery and coming out as a lesbian not only strengthened her bond with Harry but also with her family, friends, and dance troupe. She learned that love and acceptance could overcome fear and prejudice, and her passion for dance continued to flourish, stronger than ever.
She had found her true self, and she danced her way through life, touching the hearts of everyone who she met throughout her journey.
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hi anon! i hope you are okay, and this message reaches you. i'm so so deeply sorry that you weren't able to come out on your own terms, and i hope you're okay. always know that you are loved and cherished by everyone here. if you ever feel like talking, i am always here for you ❤️🫶
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p.s.-> i am truly sorry if i made some mistakes in this one, feel free to correct me!
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Could we have a protective Matty blurb for when Gigi is older and brings back a boyfriend please? I feel like all the boys would be protective too, especially Ross given the bond they have!
"Hi baba," Matty calls from the kitchen as he hears the door go. It's his daughter. "How was school?"
She is fourteen and in year nine now. She walks herself home these days. A grown girl. Matty can't believe it half the time. Usually their after school ritual, when he is home, is to get a snack together and watch something shit on telly, not really watching, but both on their phones scrolling and bent over double laughing at memes, sending them to each other from two feet away. She doesn't say anything, but Matty hears her voice, quiet, whispering. Maybe she has brought a friend home. Which she does sometimes. His heart sinks a fraction every time she does, because she will go up to her room and giggle with them instead, but he would never tell her this. She is getting older. She doesn't want to hang out with her old dad all the time. He has to be okay with that.
He takes his glass of water and goes through to the hall to greet her.
"Hi ba...," he goes to say again. Then stops. Gigi has brought a friend. But its a boy. He is slightly shorter than Gigi, with floppy blond hair and his school tie is not done up properly and his shirt is untucked.
"Hello," he says. Gigi is looking at the floor. She can't bring herself to meet her Dad's eyes. "Who is this?"
He directs the question to the boy. He says it brightly, but he doesn't change his face. Deadpan.
"Ryan," the boy says.
Matty says it back. Rolling it around on his tongue. Then he sips his water slowly, leaning against the door frame, hand in his pocket. Trying to look casual.
"Nice to meet you," Ryan says.
"Okay, Dad," Gigi says, "We're gonna go chill. Down for dinner, yeah?" she says and then takes the boy upstairs.
"Keep your door open!" Matty yells up. Then he goes back to the kitchen to find you.
"Matty," you say.
"What? I didn't say anything."
"Okay, I just know you were..."
"I didn't say anything," Matty insists. He stays by the island drinking his water as you put away pots. He manages about five seconds of silence.
"So my daughter is bringing home boys now?"
You laugh. There it is.
"Seems that way doesn't it?" you say, carrying on with the pots.
"Did you know about this?"
"She text me and asked yeah."
"And you didn't tell me?!"
"No because I knew you would act like this," you say, you try not to laugh, not to belittle his feelings, his fears, but a smile keeps creeping on to your face. "She's a smart kid, she's not gonna..."
"She's precious and some snot nosed dumbass boy shouldn't be allowed near her," he sputters out.
"Matt," you say. "She's fourteen. She doesn't even know what she likes yet! She's had loads of girls back and you don't care. What if she likes them?"
"I hope she is a lesbian," Matty says, huffing. "I know guys. I am guys!"
You wrap your arms around him and he leans into your touch.
"I don't like this," he whines, "I don't want her to grow up."
"I know honey but it's tough shit." You pat him on the back. "Go do something useful. You'll see them at dinner."
"Them?"
You whip him with the tea towel so he leaves you alone.
Matty immediately gets his phone out. He calls the only person he knows will understand.
"Yo," Ross says on the other end.
"Gigi has a boy round," he says.
"What?"
"A boy. There is a boy in her bedroom right now."
"Oh hell no!" Ross says, "What did your missus say?"
"She let him come round!"
"Ooooh no, I don't like this."
"Thank you!" Matty says. "She's fourteen. That's a baby!"
Dinner is an hour later. Matty hung up on Ross and went to help cut veggies. Gigi comes down, giggling, red faced, still in her uniform, the boy following behind. Her Mum is making a drink. Her Dad is at the table with...
Ross. Ross is at the head of it, beer in front of him, grinning at her.
"Hi!" he says, waving merrily at both of them, big grin plastered to his face.
"I didn't know you were coming," Gigi says.
"Ross, just popped round darling," Matty says.
"Popped round from the other side of the city?" Gigi says, one eyebrow raised. "Ryan this is..."
As she begins to introduce him the door goes.
"What did I miss?" a voice calls in.
"Hellooooo," another voice.
Then George and Charli appear. Charli has a bottle of wine and she puts it on the counter and kisses both of Gigi's pink cheeks. George ruffles her hair too make it messy on purpose and then sticks his tongue out at her when she groans.
"Ryan, this is most of my Dad's band. Hann not coming, Matty?" Gigi says.
"Cool!" Ryan says, "I love you guys."
Gigi stares at Matty. Daggers. She looks so cute. Like his little baby when he would tell her not to put her hands in the electric socket.
"I know what you're doing," she mouthes at him.
You were right, Matty thinks, she is a smart girl.
He winks at her. Then he gets his phone out and texts her under the table.
No one will ever love you like your Dad.
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skitter and bitch are a t4t lesbian couple but wildbow is too much of a coward to admit it
This Does sound like something id write bur i actually do think something is lost by making Taylor trans. Not like, anything Major, or that couldnt be elevated by other changes, but as is, I think such an important part of her is that her incredible sense of universal alienation is Without any justification.
Like. Shes so wholy internalized the view of herself that emma and sophia hammered into her, so internalized the fact that No One Will Ever Help Her, and this just like...isnt universally true? The Undersiders take to her right away (Bitch aside), and that was With her having the self-fulfilling belief that theres no point in reaching out because no one will ever like her. The Only reason she has the issues she did with the heroes is that Armsmaster poisoned that well, but it also serves to reinforce this belief, which gets pretty quickly dispelled (somewhat) (to the readers) once she joins the Wards.
But if shes trans, then suddenly there Is an actual reason for her to be mistrustful of strangers, for her to assume that if people really Knew Her, theyd dislike her. Because thats like, an actual valid worry in a world with widespread tranaphobia. It wouldnt in Any way reduce the bite of it, but it Would muddle the themes from stuff like Sophias bullying of her explicitly being overlooked because shes a Ward, beacuse now theres a secondary, separate motive for that. Hell it even somewhat muddles the issue of the bullying itself. Sophia targets her because shes weak and just takes it, not out of any larger beliefs. As it stands, the fact that No One steps in is entirely due to structural/cultural issues. Adding transphobia as a potential motive there sort of muddies that.
To be clear, having taylor be trans Could be amazing. All of the above arent really issues, so much as an opportunity for a new direction for themes that would need to be explored in full in order to keep the story from losing something. And having those themes Would add to the story A Lot. Worm definitely is lesser for having a central theme be the various circumstances that drive people to various moral actions and necessities, and then not exploring how specific forms of bigotry contribute to that on a wide scalw.
But like. Wildbow is too much of a coward to even leave it open to Interpretation whether either of them Might be attracted to women, so its not like id trust him to explore the themes of transness alienating you from a transphobic society, or to tie in his themes of society (and heroes) creating their own villains with that. I think he handled Averys coming out arc (and Veronas realizing who she is arc) in Pale Extremely well, but i still wouldnt trust him to write a story where "living in society while being queer" is a central theme.
That said, Rachel and Taylor would absolutrly have fucked sloppy style if Taylor had been with the undersiders longer, and Wildbow is a coward for disagreeing with this fact.
Hmm. This got away from me a bit. Anyways. Woe, long psot be upon ye
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Way more than friends
Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader
Summary: During a drunken game of truth or dare, Steve, who knows about your massive crush on Robin, asks you to tell them who your crush is.
Warnings: 18+, wlw, making out, titty sucking, oral (giving), praise kink basically, softdom reader kinda, scissoring.
Authors Notes: Another member of the gang joins us! Had to get this one written once I finished my big Eddie fic, cause holy shit Maya Hawke is gorgeous. also I feel like there is seriously not enough robin content so this is for my bi/pan/lesbian/wlw icons who also desperately need to fuck her. also higghhhkey want to write Nancy in the mix too next time...
Steve was a bastard, officially. You’d become fast friends with him and Robin when you moved to Hawkins, close enough that the three of you spent most of your time together hanging out at one of your places. Steve was going through a bit of a ‘no strings’ phase right now, and yes it had crept its way to him trying it on with you, which flattered you immensely but led to you confessing to him something you didn’t want a soul to find out. That you like Robin, who the both of you knew was absolutely head over heels for Vickie. Steve immediately begged you to tell her, saying the crush of Vickie was just infatuation because she is in band with her so much, if she knew you felt that way she’d surely change her mind. By damn if he couldn’t date you, he was going to make sure Robin could! And this led you to the situation you were presently in, round your flat while the three of you play a stupidly drunken game of truth or dare. Steve was eyeing you from across the circle, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pretends to think about what truth question to ask you.
“Y/n” Steve begins with a slur, dragging it out just make you narrow your eyes at him and shake your bed, mouthing a ‘dont you dare.’ “Tell us the name of your crush” He says, leaning back and crossing his legs, placing his clasped hands on his knees as he raises his eyebrows at you. He was giving you such a shit-eating grin you wanted to leap across the room and smack him, but Robin had perked up muttered some ‘ooohs’ as she takes a swig and stares at you in anticipation to hear what you’d say. You felt your cheeks go warm as she watched you, big goofy smile on her face as she throws out some random guys that she thinks it could be. You almost want to laugh, if only she knew how wrong she was, and Steve was the same, trying to hold in a laugh as Robin goes on.
“OH! No I’ve totally got it this time, Patrick!” She says animatedly, as you shake your head back at her with a giggle.
“When would I even have met Patrick let alone have a crush on him” you tease, loving how Robin gets even more crazy when she’s drunk. She leans forward on her knees, shaking her hands at you in excitement
“Who is it then? Tell us!” She begs, giving you some puppy dog eyes that literally make you want to melt. Your heart is beating out of your chest at this point and you’re looking at Steve lost for what to do. You can tell he feels a teensy bit of remorse, but ultimately he just wants the two of you to stop dancing around each other and just get together already.
“Yeah, who is it?” Steve pipes in, and this time you do take a cushion from beside you and lob it across the room at him with a laugh.
“I can’t guys, it’s embarrassing” you say, cheeks going red and the alcohol making your brain whir as you consider what would actually happened if you confessed. To be fair, Steve had literally confessed to Robin and been rejected and look how strong their friendship was still going!
“Oh come on, you can tell us anything y/n, can’t she Robin?” He says, turning to Robin and motioning at her with his palms when she nods frantically and agrees as if to say ‘see?’ You take a deep breath as you consider it, the drink coursing through your veins giving you a much needed confidence boost.
“What if…” you stomach turns as you begin your sentence, face absolutely scarlet as you continue your sentence. “What if I told you guys it was someone in this room” you say almost in a whisper, eyes wide as you look between your two friends. Robins mouth falls into a wide ‘o’ instantly turning to Steve wide eyed and slapping his leg in congratulations. Steve looks down solemnly into her eyes, making her stop her whooping as she begins to realise this is the face of a man who knows she doesn’t like him. Robin slowly turns back to you in disbelief, eyes scanning your pink cheeks and your eyes for the truth. You slowly nod at her, and you can literally see the cogs working her brain as she tries to process this.
“You like… me?” She asks breathlessly, making you die hearing her say those words in that sexy sultry voice.
“Yeah and Robin listen, I know how into Vickie you are so its really okay if you don’t feel the same, you don’t have to take pity on me” You tell her quickly, wanting her to know things did not need to be awkward at all between the two of you. Robin crawls towards you in her drunken confidence, shaking her head at you once she gets close enough with a small laugh.
“I was into Vickie after deciding you were definitely straight” She says with a goofy smile, biting her lip at you, “Which clearly I was wrong about” she says with a breathy laugh.
“For the record, it was very obvious both of you were into each other” Steve chimes in from where he sat on the couch like a child wanting praise from his teacher. He raises his hands in defence when both of you glare over at him on the sofa, the cough and the blink from the both of you giving him all the indication he needed to head off and give you guys some privacy.
“Alright, alright, I’m going” he mutters with a smirk, “A thanks would be nice, you two would still be pretending you’re not into each other if it weren’t for me” he says with a shake of his head, laughing as you both begin to chuckle. “Thank me later. Use protection kids!” Steve shouts as he stalks out of the house, pausing and giving a confused look when he realises there is in fact no protection to use before throwing his hands in a ‘fuck it’ motion and walking out with a laugh. The tension was thick now that the two of you were alone, your heart beating loud enough she could probably hear it in your chest. But that was okay, because hers was beating loud for you too, wiping her clammy hands on the carpet before gently taking your hands in hers and leaning her face slightly towards you.
“A-are you okay with this?” She stammers, wanting to check with you that you were definitely still into this. You roll your eyes at her with a big smile and close the gap between you, kissing her softly. Robin gasps into your mouth as you begin to kiss her, cheeks aflame before she begins to get the hang of it a little and grow more confidence in her actions. Her hands run up your arms to rest on your shoulders as she kisses you urgently, loving the sloppiness of your lips moving in tandem. You continue making out softly for a while, absolutely obsessed with the feeling of her soft lips against yours, with how delicate and emotion filled her kisses are. You pull apart breathless, panting as you look into each other eyes. You feel a surge of confidence seeing Robins pink cheeks and open mouth, wanting to get her more riled up, gently pushing her to lay down on the floor while you slowly crawl over her. You kiss her again and she moans into your mouth as you lazily play with the hem of her shirt, her own hands finding your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to her. You’re sucking her tongue into your mouth while you slowly creep your hands up to her bra, an eye on hers to make sure she’s okay with that. She nods and moans breathily, and that’s all you need to practically rip her shirt off and expose her bra to you. You kiss her breasts adoringly as you reach around her back to undo her bra, and Robin is already putty in your hands as the bra falls off of her body and you move from the skin of her cleavage to sucking a nipple into your mouth.
“Oh my god” She throws her head back and moans loudly while you suck on it gently, your other hand reaching up to play with the other, her senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of someone touching her like this. You swap breasts, taking the other one in your mouth and softly playing with the other one, teasing it between your fingers as Robin mewls and bucks up against you. She arches her back and moans as you squeeze her tits, cheeks red as she looks down to see the hunger your watching her with. God you were making her such a mess already, she couldn’t take how incredible all of this feels, especially with how long she’s been dying to actually get some. Robin is already sweating as you begin to kiss down her stomach, eyes on hers to check she was still okay with this and also to see how fucking gorgeous she looked coming undone for you. And god, you’d barley even started with her. You tug on her trousers and Robin licks her lips, leaning up on her elbows to begin to unbutton them. You tug your shirt over your head while she busies herself with that and her jaw almost drops open. You weren’t wearing a bra so your tits were fully exposed to her and she felt as though she could’ve died seeing how perfect they were. Robin needed to touch them desperately, it was all she could think of as she pulled you to straddle her lap so she could place her shaky hands onto them. She’d never touched any boobs aside from her own but this was next level, they were so soft and so fucking pretty, and the faces and noises you made while she played with them made Robin want to hear you like this forever. She takes one into her mouth, just like you did before, and moans around it as you make your pretty, breathy noises. Shit she could get used to this. She copies the motions that you had done on her tits that had felt so good, absolutely enthralled by your reactions. Feeling sufficiently teased you kiss her again, your breasts pressing together deliciously as you slowly push her back down on her back so that you’re straddling her hips. You pull away from her lips despite her breathy protests to begin littering soft kisses down her neck, ever so slowly down over her chest until your lips had met her lower stomach, and Robin was an absolute mess beneath you in anticipation of what was to happen.
“You’re so beautiful” You murmur as you look up at her through your lidded eyes, making Robins heart practically explode out of her chest at your compliments. “Do you want me to continue?” You ask her huskily, licking your lips as she frantically nods and head.
“P-please don’t stop” She manages to rasp out, eyes rolling back as your lips go lower until you press a soft kiss to her clothed pussy. Her hips are already bucking off the bed in desperate need of attention from your mouth, and you chuckle to yourself at how hot her neediness is. You delicately pull her panties down her legs, moaning out loud as your eyes fall on her slick, pretty pussy. You lick your lips, a dark haze of lust taking over your features as you very slowly lick a stripe up her clit. Robin crumbles, a broken moan falling out of her lips at how fucking incredible that sensation was. Nothing could ever have felt as good as this. You start off slow, tongue lapping and sucking at her clit as your finger teases her slit, getting it wet before you slowly push it into her. Robin is a mess already, knuckles white as she tries to grip at the carpet beneath her, eyes screwed shut as your tongue on her cunt makes her toes curl.
“You taste so fucking good Robin” you moan out against her, the vibrations on her clit making her only able to choke out a groan in response. Her thighs tremble and that’s how you can tell she’s already getting close, pulling your finger out so you can place both hands on her thighs to spread her legs wider, your tongue picking up its pace on her pussy. Your chin is soaked as you flick your tongue back and forth over her, egged on by the little moans that spill past her lips as her orgasm approaches. Your movements get frantic and her legs begin to tremble even more, knees buckling as she lets out a loud, beautiful moan of your name.
“I think I’m gunna-” Robin’s sentence is finished with a choked out moan, white hot pleasure taking over her senses as she cums on your tongue, rubbing herself against your face as you tighten your grip on her thighs. She pants as she tries to come down from this, looking down at your sexy swollen lips and the slick covering your chin, reaching her hand out to hold yours gently while she comes down from her high.
“That was so fucking hot” you say to her with a wide smirk, wiping your chin with your hand before crawling back up her to kiss her some more. She moans at the taste of her on your tongue, hands desperately roaming your body for purchase. She wants to do the same for you desperately, my god the amount of times Robin has imagined getting to eat pussy, but she needs to catch her breath first, panting into your mouth while you kiss her. You have other plans though, moving back between her knees and sliding your own panties off, biting your lip hard in anticipation as you spread her legs and place one of yours over hers. Robin realises what you’re doing and almost dies on the spot, her pussy already aching for more attention from you, and fuck this was the perfect way for that. You straddle her and slowly bring your pussy to hers, your eyes instantly rolling back as your slick core meets her soaked pussy, begin to grind gently against her. Robin can barely get out a moan let alone say anything, completely pussy drunk and lost in the absolute pleasure that was your pussy pressed right up against hers. You build up a slow, sensual pace, your hips falling into a perfect rhythm as you rock against her gently, mouth agape and panting loudly as you look down at her. She looked so fucking hot like this, an absolute soaking mess for you, willing you to do whatever to her because it just felt so goddamn good. You begin to grind on her faster, mind going hazy from the feeling of her soft cunt on yours, her clit perfectly rubbing against yours. You knew you wouldn’t last long but you didn’t fucking care when it felt this good. Robin’s hands fly to your leg, nails digging in as she desperately trying to get more friction between the two of you. You hum at this, looking over her fucked out expression with lidded eyes and grinding against her harder, swallowing hard as your movements begin to get shaky.
“You gunna cum for me baby?” You coo to her as she squeezes her eyes shut, hips frantically bucking against yours as the incredible sensation pulls her over the edge again. You groan loudly as you feel her cum against you, keeping up the fast pace against her clit until you too were finally meeting your release, going limp as your hips stutter as you ride out your orgasm on her. Robin lays there motionless, just breathing heavily and red cheeked as you come to lay down next to her. She pulls you into a very soft kiss, smiling against your lips once she finally regains some of her breath back.
“Holy shit that was amazing” She says huskily, eyes absolutely glowing with adoration and lust at you. You giggle and kiss her back, playing with the sweaty short tendrils of hair around her beautiful face.
“Yeah it was.” You mutter back, smiling widely at her. “We really are going to have to thank Steve” you joke, smiling at her as she begins to snort and laugh at your words.
“We seriously are” Robin agrees with a serious nod of her head, “How long have you liked me?” She asks with a shy smile, poking your nose gently as you bite your lip at her.
“Since I met you” you answer honestly, giggling as her mouth drops open in shock.
“Well why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve been doing that all this time!” She exclaims with a laugh, devastated you didn’t just tell her earlier so she could’ve made you hers.
“Well I wish I had now” you mutter as you peck her lips gently, Robin smiling warmly back at you. “I just thought you liked Vickie all this time” you say with a shake of your head at how silly it was now.
“Who’d have thought my crush on Vickie was actually stopping me from getting laid” she laughs as she shakes her head too, forehead pressed against yours as she stares at you lovingly. You stare back, heart thumping in your chest at the intimacy of it all. “Are we- I mean like, do you wanna be… girlfriends now?” Robin asks quietly, cheeks going red again as you smile at her and pull her into another kiss.
“I would love nothing more” You whisper back to her, pulling her even closer into your side as you snuggle her gently.
#robin buckley#robin buckler smut#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x you#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley fanfic#st4#stranger things imagines#stranger things fanfiction#so proud of this one I literally melted while writing it lmoa#it was bc of this one goddamn pic I saw of her where she looked so damn fine#I thirst
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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 1
stranger things | eddie munson x reader | rated e | 2.1k
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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?
Weird weird?
He shrugged. He liked weird.
In other words, you're the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.
note: This fic will be S4 compliant up to a point — and we all know which point that is.
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“Did you see that new chick in Homeroom?” one meathead said to another.
Eddie hung back behind the tiled partition in the locker-room to listen. He hated the public bathrooms. One too many cornerings for his taste. But the gym locker-room was usually deserted between classes.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who’d figured that out.
“Saw her in the hallway,” the second one said. “Kinda weird. Hot, though.”
The first meathead hummed in agreement, then said, “Total lezbo.”
Eddie knew what that meant: She’d ignored the meathead.
“How do you know?” asked the second, a tease in his tone. “You say something?”
“Nah, man, you can just tell.”
Yeah, Eddie bet that one had a lot of experience getting rejected by smart, weird girls. Him, on the other hand? Well, he had experience getting rejected by all the girls in Hawkins. He didn’t think they were lesbians, though. They were just afraid of his reputation. Or maybe intimidated by his presence, his wit, his fashion sense, and stunning good looks.
Yes, he joked with himself, he was the total package.
In a run-down trailer he shared with his uncle to go along with it.
Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. Apparently, she shared a homeroom with that meathead, so she was a senior. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?
Weird weird?
He shrugged. He liked weird.
.
Later that day, he monitored the cafeteria, never finding a new, hot, weird chick. Maybe she had a different lunch break. Though, he figured he would’ve seen her by now. There were only so many seniors at Hawkins High.
Gareth and Jeff were discussing — arguing — with Henderson about... something. Eddie lost track of the conversation a few irrelevant facts ago. His baggie of generic Cheez-Its was long empty, along with the plastic cup he’d filled at the water fountain.
Tired of sitting, Eddie stood and left the table. There were fifteen more minutes until class. Maybe someone would buy the last of his weed; then he could go through the lunch-line for a sublime-smelling slice of pizza.
He marched to the tables in the shaded courtyard. People noticed him, and his black lunchbox, but looked away.
No takers.
There were always people hanging around behind the building. Usually smoking.
He went through the open double-doors beside the gym, the sun blinding him.
On his left, a male voice said, “Hey, Munson!”
Eddie squinted and turned to the voice. His eyes adjusted, and he grinned when he recognized the speaker.
Bingo.
He said, “Lowe, what’s up?”
“You got anything good in that lunchbox, dude?” asked Lowe.
“Don’t I always?”
Lowe chuckled. “Hell yeah.”
Seven minutes later, Eddie was twenty-five dollars richer and had an invitation to a weekend party. He smiled to himself as he joined the lunch-line. Parties meant drugs, drugs meant money, money meant adding to the Get (the fuck) Out of Hawkins Fund. He reminded himself to call his Indy connection for a meet-up, checking his pockets for change for the payphone.
Brenda, the nicer of the lunch-ladies, brought out a fresh pan of pizza from the oven. The scent was from the gods, heavenly, angels sang. His stomach rumbled in agreement. Brenda was his favorite person in the whole world.
Who cared about the new chick when one had a perfect, steamy rectangle of pepperoni pizza?
He was so giddy when Brenda gave him the lunch-tray, he snatched a chocolate milk from the refrigerated bin.
What the hell, he thought. Live a little.
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You sat on the table part of the picnic table in the woods behind your new school. A Djarum Black burned between your lips, the paper sweet and smoke spicy. It was peaceful out here. Peaceful enough, you didn’t want to return to class.
Mom said it was only a year. Not even a year, she corrected herself right after. From September to June: nine months. She gave you a pointed look at that. Her previous arguments repeated in your mind: She carried you for nine months, and it had destroyed her body. They gave you everything they’d never had. You had a car of your own, a generous allowance, the big third-floor bedroom, and she kept your father off your back about your style.
She continued by assuring you after graduation, you could go to college wherever you wanted. You wanted to return to New York. However, your friends would have moved on by then.
Hell, you’d been in Hawkins nearly a month and none of them had written or called.
Fucking shallow lushes.
They’d thrown you a farewell party, sure, but that had just been an excuse to dress up and sneak into the Cat Club. It had been like most Saturday nights with them, anyway. The only thing different was they bought your drinks.
Maybe New York wasn’t your place anymore...
You glanced around the small clearing. Leaves were hinting at yellow. The air hadn’t lost summer’s heat entirely, but it would soon. Then it would be beautiful.
With a sigh and ashing of the Djarum, you finished the thought:
Hawkins wasn’t your place, either, because it was fucked up.
A feeling like static crept up your bones if you opened yourself to it. New York was a buzz of activity akin to a beehive. Not that there weren’t ghosts and shit, but Hawkins was on a totally different level of freaky. You couldn’t explain it.
This was Indiana, for fuck’s sake.
You checked the watch you’d thrown in your purse that morning. There were only five minutes left of lunch. You finished the Djarum, stubbed it out, and flicked it away. It bounced off a tree trunk.
As you shouldered your purse, your attention caught on a name carved in the table:
EDDIE MVNSON
The carving was worn with time, but recently darkened — including its heavy-metal flourishes — with the oil-slick ink of a ball-point pen. Other people had carved their names or initials as well, but Eddie Munson’s was conspicuous.
You ran your fingers over it. What a stupid-boy thing to do. Eddie was probably like that revolting jock in Homeroom, who watched you like a dog does a steak.
Images flashed unbidden across your vision: blood on broken concrete, poisonous lightning flaring across a crimson sky, the land cracking open with a growl.
You stumbled off the table, blinking away the waking nightmare, and trudged back to school. Though you now wanted to skip the rest of the day, you couldn’t. Mom would hear about it. Then your father would. And it would become a whole thing.
Your hands shook as you grabbed your books for the afternoon from your locker and checked your schedule. First was American Government with O’Donnell, then Study Hall in the library, and finally Home Ec.
You could handle that. It had nothing to do with what you’d seen in the woods.
O’Donnell’s classroom was like all the other ones you’d been in thus far. Taking a calming breath, you chose a middle seat in one of the left-side rows. A girl in a horrid pastel dress came in after you and huffed about your choice of location. You stared at her bubblegum-bitch face, because it was the first day of school. No one had assigned seats yet. She turned her nose up at you as she passed, sat behind you, and kicked the book rack under your chair.
Her friend sat beside her in the next row. They mumbled between themselves — no doubt about you — but if she didn’t have the guts to confront you, you didn’t have the fucks to give about her. On your other side, a long-haired boy slid into the free desk. You met his gaze, abruptly transfixed. His eyes were a soulful, Bambi brown, sweet like dark chocolate. His full lips slowly spread into a smile, and you found yourself mirroring him.
Holy shit, he was pretty.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey.”
Before either of you could say more, O’Donnell strode in, her low heels click-clacking on the linoleum.
You perked up during roll call when she said:
“Munson, Edward.”
The pretty boy beside you raised his hand.
“Here.” Then under his breath said, “I am, rock you like a hurricane.”
You smiled, delighted by his use of the Scorpions’ song.
After that, you tried not to make it obvious you studied him out of the corner of your eye.
So this was Eddie Munson of the heavy-metal flourishes. He didn’t appear linked with your nightmare. On the contrary, he wore a faded Metallica t-shirt and shredded jeans. Chunky rings decorated his downright elegant fingers, and a cheap watch encircled his wrist. Under all that, he was long and lean with unblemished, tattooed skin. The bat tattoo on his forearm looked to be scratch work. He probably had more, too...
You gnawed at your bottom lip, because you shouldn’t think of that now—
Your father would be horrified if you brought home someone like Eddie Munson, though.
You tucked your chin to hide the smirk.
How delightful.
Midway through class, Eddie’s pen ran out of ink. He tapped it against the doodle-filled page of his notebook to no avail. You unzipped your pencil pouch and handed him a new pen. He gave you a double-take. You lifted a shoulder since it wasn’t a big deal. He offered a nod and private grin, which you returned.
Now that you’d met the real Eddie Munson, you realized he wasn’t like that jock at all.
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After a dinnertime interrogation about your new school, you sat on the built-in bench under the window in your room. You should’ve been unpacking the last of your moving boxes, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Eddie.
You closed your eyes and breathed deep.
Why were you so preoccupied with Eddie Munson? He was just a guy—
A cute guy who liked Metallica and wore big silver rings. That should be in the beginner’s recipe for Douchebag a la Asshole. However, that hadn’t been in his smile or pretty eyes. He looked at you as if he’d been searching for you for days.
A piercing static stung behind your eyes each time you tried to hone in on Eddie. You couldn’t get past it to do that.
It was probably a mental block. That nightmare had thrown you, and you were focusing on Eddie to distance yourself from what you’d seen. Maybe if you examined it closer, you could get over it. While grappling with your abilities early on, you’d learned running away only made something chase you harder.
You had to face the beast and see it for what it was: a paper tiger.
You trekked to the kitchen for a tumbler of water. Your father had returned to his home-office, and your mother was busy plucking her eyebrows while on the phone with a New York friend. They’d be occupied for hours.
In your room again, you pulled the big box of salt from the back of your closet and cast a circle on the wood floor. The circle felt steady and strong. You held up the tumbler to view the truth behind your nightmare. It had probably been nerves, you reasoned, because there was no way Hawkins fucking Indiana was that terrifying.
You centered yourself once more and peered through the side of the tumbler. The glass distorted your bedroom, turning everything upside down, helping you to see.
The light fractured, then clouded.
It flashed like a strobe through fog.
Like lightning.
You held the glass securely. You had to see, but nothing made sense. Once you got your bearings, it shifted again. The floor swayed under your feet as if something was attempting to break your circle. The air blinked red, then blue, then gray. Your room was ravaged by time and neglect. Shattered windows looked like the gaping maw of some creature. Soot drifted like snow. There was no green, no life, no warmth.
It was your nightmare, but looking through the tumbler clarified nothing.
You lowered the glass, expecting the water to be sooty. It remained as clear as it had been from the tap. Your room was normal again: light golden and floor smooth under your feet.
You opened the circle and stepped out.
After setting the tumbler on your dresser, you went to the window to look out into the night. The street was idyllic. A few stray leaves danced in the gutters. The windows of the house across the street glowed, welcoming.
“Holy shit,” you murmured. “What the hell kinda place is Hawkins?”
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WELL! I have just concluded the game that i bought on impulse bc i was hyperfixating on some of the characters (guess who!). I have A LOT of thoughts, but i'll start with some nutshell character thoughts and pairing shenanigains. Spoilers below!
That 4th tier deserves a bit of elaboration
Juro: He is, at his core, a blank sheet of paper. A mild sandwich with no seasoning. And I like how this game handled that fact bc he was someone more prior to this, but he's given a new personality so he can rest from being so self-sacrificing (if he's anything like the juro izumi from 2 loops ago). He's in the "they're there" tier for a special reason, bc he's kind of meant to be just There.
Renya: Despite being there just to help the audience answer some questions regarding the fucked up narrative of the story, I think what gives him a leg up from the "They're there" tier is his lowkey hilarious relationship with Ryoko. He is perplexed and lowkey salty about how short their relationship lasted no matter how hard he tries. He tries to not gaf as much as Ryoko does but he still does. Ei calls him out on this. Its so so funny.
Megumi: HER NARRATIVE ON GRIEF WAS VERY WELL DONE and if it werent for the spaghetti bullshit of an ending the epilogue was, I would be soooo so intrested how she'd handle moving on from Izumi. I find the concept of Juro/Megumi much more bearable with Juro now having one sided feelings for Megumi while Megumi considers giving him a chance or not. That wouldve been a great closing to their relationship instead of. just getting toghether with no qualms! yeah juro i totally wasnt mouring a dead version of you in that simulation. lets kiss.
Miyuki: I KNEW YOU COULD SAVE THOSE KIDS WITHOUT INFLICTING SEVERE TRAUMA. Sadly aside from "saviour from above" themeing with her, theres nothing much outside of that. While im greatful she was there, she is just there in the end. But her efforts give her a leg up from that tier.
Chihiro: The concept of a very peeved elderly woman stuck in a pre-schoolers body is a funny one and im just extremely glad that 13SAR is not big enough that sobposters arent using her at large to fufill their degen fantasies. Aside from that shtick though, nothing else. Thats literally a baby
Moving onto the canon main pairings!:
I saw someone calling HijiOki queer-bait and i can kindaaaa see why when basing it off the epilogue. Yeah they havent seem to progress much past 5 years and are at best still at talking stage while some of the others are literally married with kids (oh i'll get to that.) But I like to see it as the only pairing with realistic progression past. everything thats happened. Aside that they're just very funny!! Love their dynamic, will be rooting for them no matter how long it takes.
I did not expect myself to like SekiFuyu this much!! I do agree that Iori ESPECIALLY deserves more story outside hanging with gals and crushing over Sekigahara (not to say i didnt like it!!), but im very glad that the story subverted my expectations! I want them to be happy first and foremost, but i feel like the added angst from Iori realisng that she was a clone of THE Chihiro Morimura wouldve made this ship just a little bit more peak. Aside that, I support Iori shoujoisms and Sekigahara finding love and happiness.
I think my rating on Nentomi will change the more I ruminate on it. MeguJuro would be bumped up above RenRyo IF they didnt immediately fall in love after those 5 years and have Megumi still "thinking about it" while Juro goes "pleaaase :(" bc i think Megumi deserves to tease him a lil and think more about What the hell happened. ShuuYuki is the worst case of comphet between a lesbian and a looser bisexual ive seen.
Now.... the elephant in the room.
Ive talked to moots about how much i abhored the ending at first. Aside from the Darling in the Franxx-esque cop out, you expect me to believe that some of them just. got toghether after everything?? without any processing of What The Hell just happened?? nothing at all?? god
Im not the one to usually complain about comphet bc yeah its something i hate, but it usually doesnt sour my experience of consuming media so much. But god this is where its one of the main reasons why an ending is ruined for me. I hate hate HATED some of the epilogue scenes, esp with Nentomi and Shuuyuki bc of the straight people "my wife sucks but i love her" humour it radiates. ugh.
I would've loved a much more... bleak? more bittersweet?? outlook on the situation? after realisng everything is not real and you are basically the 15 adam and eves left to recreate human civilzation... that would be a pretty fucking huge thing to grapple with. I just wished that they had more complexity with this ending. Or! just stick with the fact that they're forever trapped in space colonies left to deal with the horrors of their situations and the mistakes of those in the past. Sorry for bring a tragic yuri enjoyer, but the overbearing dread and loom from the simulation story was what really made me intrested in 13SAR. To see it just solve itself with little drawback was so lame.
I read the George Kamitani aimed for 13SAR to have a mecha and shoujo hybrid story. While that's honestly an awesome concept, im sad it means that he can miss out on more complexity when intepretting the narrative when it comes to certain relationships (shoujos can be complex too!) I also heard that the game was meant to be at least 3 times longer that it is curently which is. wow. Its a shame that so much content got cut out 😭 bc i feel like a bit more time with these characters is all i need to make my verdict more positive.
As a bonus, i'll include a crackship tierlist too! Alot has changed
I miiight need another few days or even weeks to compile another thoughts post bc theres definitely more things i wanna talk about (the narrative structure, Tamao, 2188 theories, themes of japanese imperialism-). But so far, im gonna let it ruminate for a bit before picking it back up to analyse
#i will give 13SAR this. nevet has a game made me think this hard about lore so far#it was engaging at least. i have to respect that#13 sentinels: aegis rim#13 sentinels#13 sentinels spoilers#corr.txt
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2/9/24
Dear friend,
I think I'm genderfluid, and I'm coming out as that to you? I found out about that identity a few months ago and its kinda been stuck in my head and more recently I realized that it super applied to me and is the first time I've had a gender that feels like it fits.
Some signs if anyone's interested:
-When I was young, like 3 or 4 I remember going to get a haircut and asking my Mom if I could get the blue guy on Team Umi-Zoomis haircut. She said no because thats a boy haircut and I told her that I was a "nothing" as in not a boy or a girl sometimes...she wasn't happy but I don't think she remembers this interaction. (I got the same haircut then i still have, unnecessarily long with bangs)
-In elementary school I would fantasize about being able to look like a boy, I'd go as far as stuffing my hair in a hat, and wearing my younger brothers shirt. In second grade I even tried using the guys bathroom when there was nobody in there.
-But I still would be okay with "girls" clothes. In fact sometimes I preferred them, like with weird extremeness.
-I've always hated the question "whats your pronouns" i ask it all the time but when people ask me i. get. so. uncomfortable. because I've never wanted to admit to not knowing, especially when sometimes (often might even be a better word) she/her feels right
-My names felt wrong for a long time, i don't think i'd change it but its just something to mention i guess. I'm liking it more today though because i just learned that in germany and sweeden its actually uni-sex and more commonly masc.
-For a long time, I've binded my chest. Like often. I normally do it by wearing two tight sports bras then a xxs "sculpting" tank top (basically just super tight) and folding it over the bras. I've been doing this since before I knew what binding was because I like the way it looks.
-Half the time i want to get a buzzcut more than anything. 25% of the time i love how long my hair is and feel so pretty. The other 25% is sheer panic over these conflicting extremes.
-Recently when i went to my old school a girl got to know me through mutual friends who pretty much only told her I was a lesbian, she decided to just only refer to me with they/them pronouns and holy fuck did it feel good. like so good. it made me so happy.
So, yeah. I'm genderfluid. I don't know if I ever completly hit the extreme of being a trans guy though but that might change. My pronouns are they/she/any. I feel weirdly like euphoric right now typing this out :) have a nice night.
Love always,
M.
#diary#letters#perks of being a wallflower#lesbian#teen#lgbt#my journal#true#coming out#genderfluid#nonbinary#lgbtqia#queer#gay#genderfae#genderfluid coming out
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(Previous anon) nodding in agreement in general, i just still struggle to picture exactly what ‘flipping the hourglass’ involves on its own yknow? Rei exposes muu’s cycle of abandoning her friends when they stop being useful, but the way i looked at it, i always thought it wouldve been clear upfront to muu’s friends what kind of person she is? i have difficulty fully getting that aspect that her friends betrayed her out of sudden mistrust born from rei exposing muu’s toxic behavior, when most of what we’ve seen of muu’s friends, they’ve been involved in bullying rei as well- i was assuming theyve already witnessed muu’s toxicity and betrayal against her friends. it confused me how rei suddenly would have flipped the hourglass and suddenly ‘exposed’ that when i thought muu’s friends were already aware of that behaviour and fine with it. which is why i feel like another reason would’ve been a large factor, such as muu being outed for being a lesbian. But if you have an explanation for the idea of why muu’s friends would turn against her for her arrogance and bullying of others even though they seemingly already knew about it, id be glad to read — i love muu and maybe its the Autism of me not understanding the kind of social behavior depicted, but i really do struggle to understand it why they were seemingly fine with her behaviour until rei somehow confronted them about it and ‘exposed’ it? does this make sense..
it makes sense!
the thing about muu's friends is that they werent as "close" as muu thinks they were! i think muu sort of says it herself somewhere but i dont remember where- but its very likely the only reason they "clung" to her is because muu is rich, muu gave them things.
whatever emotional attachment muu had to them wasn't reciprocated. her being their "queen" was probably at least slightly just in muu's own head.
theres also an interesting theory out there that the reason they ditched muu so fast could be because muu isnt ACTUALLY rich, and that shes just pretending to be. once she lost that symbol of status and her friends realised that the things she gave to them weren't actually of value, they lost interest in her. i think that theory's rly fun! but i see too much of a spoiled rich girl in muu to see that 100%. its an interesting one tho and would definitely explain some things i state here even more so! anyways.
its entirely possible that muu's "friends" weren't even aware of the cycle/behaviours muu was committed to. people get stuck with toxic people all the time and dont "notice". i think that when rei flipped the hourglass they became aware of how easily muu could throw them aside- which means they'd no longer be benefiting from muu's wealth. theyre just "using" muu, like muu "uses" haruka and those she shattered for not being able to "feed" her. she has no actual worth to her "friends" beyond giving them material objects. turning on muu so quickly wouldve been easy to them.
i assume the three girls we see her with in INMF in the bug zone dancing over the shattered pieces are the same as the girls we see in reality right afterwards- which means if muu had ever "shattered" them, she'd realise that they're "fake" as well.
if they WERE aware of muu's cycle/toxicity, they were "fine" with muu's behaviour because they were profiting off her- or were even being willfully ignorant of her actions.
theres more stuff too related to how muu isnt as much of a "queen" as she thinks she is, but my brains a little fried. heres it with not a lot of coherency
the girls circling muu in after pain like they do in the bug zone in INMF, kotoko describing muu as being in a "sorry round-robin of who's queen" in deep cover
did they all want to be "queen"? was everyones turn of getting bullied inevitable but rei made muu's turn arrive faster? was muu really "controlling" anyone with her "gentle sting"? es even says she doesnt SAY anything, but rather its just her "presence" that makes her surroundings change to suit her. muu's role in being "queen" is probably much more exaggerated in INMF than it was in reality.
tl:dr muu's friends suck and didnt actually care about her that much and were likely just sticking around muu for her wealth. so turning on her was easy bc there wasnt any attachment to her in the first place. its possible they werent aware of how toxic her behaviour was, or were willfully ignorant of it bc muu gave them material wealth.
anyways. i hope this helps?? a bit?? if muu IS canonically gay though that definitely wouldve been another nail in the coffin for her
#gone too long without talking about girls kissing i need to talk about girls kissing again FAST#IF MY NEXT POST IS MORE PROOF FOR MUU BEING GAY FOR REI DONT WORRY ABOUT IT I CAN ONLY OPERATE ON LESBIANISM#milgram#muu kusunoki#milgram analysis#milgram theory#kusunoki muu#i repeat myself a lot here but i hope the points get across!
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7 movies 7 tags!!!
I got tagged by @toadstool32 hi tiny! When I first saw this I was thinking Wow i have Never seen a movie in my life but I've had several hours to marinate and I've dug up some memories
The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953) - This is the most recent movie I watched, it does show its age in like. The casual racism in the supporting cast but otherwise it was very charming and very fun.
Super Mario Bros. (1993) - I unironically love this movie it's so fun I want to play in this space I want to explore this worlddddddd. Also they destroy the twin towers
Promare (2019) - That shit was SO HYPE and very stupid but it knows what it is and it is so fun as a result. Embrace it! Also fun fact for about a year before I actually watched it I somehow thought both Lio AND Galo were girls. I think he/him lesbians Lio and Galo would rule actually just make sure not to change anything else about them
Watership Down (1978) - I love bunny war. As far as animals fiction goes this is really up there it's top notch stuff. I actually did go back and read the book after watching it the first time and I love it a lot
The Thing (1982) - I watched it for Bakura reasons you have to understand the Bakura thought process yourself though. Also for Jed the Best Dog. I liked it! I'm glad to have watched it. I cannot watch it again.
Joshua and the Promised Land (2003) - So if you want to see a movie based on a biblical story. Don't watch this one. Genuine props to the guy for making this thing almost entirely on his own but idk maybe watch veggie tales or something
Fly Me to the Saitama (2019) - This thing is so fucking funny but I think the bulk of the humor is completely un-localizable idk the entire premise is a whole bunch of petty interprefecture drama played up for laughs. Also I didn't know it had yaoi when I watched it blind with my mom. SHE knew it was yaoi. Can you give me a heads up so I don't have to play the "IS MY PARENT COOL WITH THIS" roulette
I don't think the original intent of the tag game included "write a small review / personal fun fact for each movie" but here we are I'm gonna tag uhhh
@raptorcivilization , @xerxestexastoast , @seases , @skuitti , @enigmadoodles , @beanist , ahhh fuck all the sudden I don't know who anyone is I'm tagging *PBS Voice* Viewers Like You!
#i managed to come up with many movies i just forgot who people were. to tag. wuh oh#Con stop yapping#in the process of looking for the post i got tagged in i uncovered several @'s I completely missed CAN TUMBLR LIKE SHOW ME THINGS
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Finally wanna give my thoughts on This Is How You Lose the Time War. Non-spoiler impressions: this is the first novel—novella, really—I've read that felt like poetry throughout. Really opened my eyes to what's possible with prose.
From chapter 1 I was immediately sucked in to the character of Red. I love this sort of scarily powerful yet introspective character. Who seems like she would be cold and calculating (and she can be) but can also be very funny when she has a more bubbly personality to bounce off.
Speaking of which, there's Blue. I love her too, for much the same reasons as Red. When I first touched this book I was already making comparisons to other works—not out of derision or to imply anything derivative, just reminding me of themes and characterizations—and one that immediately came to mind was Nier Automata. And I couldn't help but seeing Blue's 9S to Red's 2B. Blue is deceptive and snarky yet willing to take great risks, showing immediate chemistry with Red, who is at once analytical and patient while also capable of incredible direct violence.
I have to say as soon as these two started their exchange I was joking about how this is the most romantic novel I've read (and that's true eventually) but I love how initially their correspondence begins as mutual curiosity. Two bored super beings deciding to see how far they can push the other, and it's only after several volleys back and forth that they stop directly interfering with each other and their words become less taunting and spiky, more understanding and kind. The way they both ease into signing their letters as "Yours, Red/Blue" like it was the most natural thing.
And then Blue lets slip and signs "Love, Blue" and after that they both know it's for real, and a new joy and terror takes over them both, emotions up until now you didn't think either was capable of, AND YET, reading back over after I was finished, you can already see the hints of it; Red keeps up a shell to hide the discomfort she feels with her work, and Blue is terminally lonely. In hindsight it's clear from the beginning that both women have been thirsting for a kind of relationship like this, yet are unable to have it with anyone on "her side", save the one operative on the Enemy's side who thinks like her, who she is willing to risk reaching out to to even learn if she thinks like her.
So yeah, there's some very strong wlw themes here too—as if making the vast majority of characters women wasn't being obvious enough—how being a lesbian can feel so isolating when society forbids your love, lest you be punished, even by other women, for your transgression that starts with just a feeling. An itch. A longing. When they started visiting each other's pasts and leaving memories of meeting from since they were children, I felt that. Love has a way of winding its way into your everything, even if you didn't grow up together it still feels like it, when that love runs deep between you.
Love, like letters, are a kind of time travel.
I knew they were doomed from the start. Either Red, Blue, or both would be destroyed before the end, as far as time-bending goddesses can be unmade. And what's a time travel story without trying to change what happens.
I had my suspicions about the Seeker, but was genuinely surprised when I found out who she was. Though if I had guessed earlier, correctly that it was Red or almost correctly that it was Blue, I think the impact of the ending would have still resonated with me. Seeing the range of actions Red takes to go back through their story, taking in the physical remains of everything they both touched, and through it, becoming Blue more and more until the distinction barely mattered anymore; that was beautiful.
Culminating in the end, Red captured by her former comrades, and Blue, her future rewritten, making good on their joint escape, to carve out a place for them together in spite of both sides.
What a great ending. It doesn't matter here whether they go on to escape, go out with a bang, or disappear quietly without a fight, Blue's final words, her declaration "This is how we win", which started off both of their correspondences as boasts about how they'll win the time war for their respective sides; upon re-reading you realize they always meant what they mean at the end; this is how they win, together.
This was a story of how you lose society's war, but win at love.
Thank you to Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone for this amazing book.
#this is how you lose the time war#tihylttw#tihylttw spoilers#time war spoilers#book review#red and blue
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hi that post about the Velma plot synopsis is literally very obviously an excerpt from a biased third-party article, not what the show is actually about. You can tell via the way the last sentence of the excerpt is worded, as it’s intentionally condescending and meant to portray the show itself in a negative light.
Not to mention, that excerpt gets a couple things wrong, actually. In referring to Daphne only as an “orphan,” it’s effectively omitting the fact that she has two adoptive mothers who are indeed present in her life and have good intentions, regardless of whether or not the effects of their actions are ultimately positive or negative. To be entirely clear, they’re a bumbling pair of lesbian cops who are bad at their job. like yeah acab whatever but my point is that Daphne isn’t the cruel, miserable one-note character that excerpt makes her out to be; it’s all just facets of the character that the show hasn’t even gotten the chance to fully develop yet, because we only have 2 episodes out so far.
And the implications of Fred’s portrayal as rich, white, and privileged…..yeah? i mean, he is? but again, that’s not the only facet of his character we get to see, and it’s very clear that the show has at least some plans in mind for his arc and character journey. You’re not meant to just hate him completely; I’m fairly certain the intent of his character is to watch him slowly change and connect better with the other mystery inc members as we get further into the show.
Because that’s the thing! I’m pretty sure the characters are meant to be assholes to each other right now!! This is a prequel - therefore, we already know they’re all going to end up being friends with each other. VELMA is just showing us that, in this continuity, they weren’t always that way towards each other. That’s the whole point of the show; it’s showing us the journey!
Is it perfect? Absolutely not! Not all of the jokes land perfectly, and I personally think the storytelling & pacing could use a fair bit of revision, but it deeply saddens me that everybody seems to be more focused on insulting the show and its creators rather than engaging in constructive criticism of it.
there are a lot of issues and controversies surrounding the show, I know, but I do have to point out that the exact moment it was revealed that three of the characters would be reimagined as POC, people started tearing the show to shreds, and we barely knew anything else about it! So forgive me for taking all the egregious hatred and disgust people have for it with a hefty grain of salt!!
Ugh, I’m trying to cram as much into one post as possible, but here, let’s talk about the TERF thing. The accusations I’ve (very suddenly) heard of Kaling’s bigotry are DEFINITELY an incredibly important thing to be aware of, and I have no intention of defending her or her behavior, but I am positively BEGGING you guys to look into these things yourself rather than simply taking some internet rando’s word as bible for what is and isn’t ethically pure to consume. I’m literally a trans person, but I’m not going to assume someone’s evil because I saw ONE screenshot of them supposedly liking a transphobic tweet; that’s not a reliable source of information!!! Research her and her actions yourself before coming to a conclusion!
If the things you find out about Kaling make you uncomfortable with engaging with the things she creates or contributes to, that’s entirely your call! HOWEVER, it’s also not an inherently bad thing to watch and engage with things made by people with contrary perspectives to your own; when you keep an open mind and engage with things critically, you’re exposing yourself to various viewpoints, styles, humor, & perspectives that, even if they aren’t necessarily your thing, are still important to understand and be aware of.
by no means am I telling you that you have to watch the show; I’m only asking for everyone to be a bit more open-minded and a bit more civil in their discussion of media as a whole.
#velma 2023#velma show#velma the series#velma hbo max#mindy kaling#rant#long post#media analysis#critical thinking
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why do you hate the netflix show? i'm genuinely curious, as my wife adores it and was also a huge fan of the animated series growing up.
I mean the TL:DR of it is I just think it's a bad show. I found the pacing strange, I didn't like half the characters so it was hard to root for them, Season 1's plot was so awkwardly paced it was boring, but in Season 2 there were like 3 different plot points per episode and I found them hard to get invested in. The LONG answer: my 3 biggest problems with the show were (!):
The blatant racism/whitewashing
This is pretty self-explanatory and I've gone over it before , so I'll keep it brief; the show's whitewashing was the biggest turnoff for me. Musa and the fake out Flora (because Eliot Sal WAS originally Flora, hope whoever made that change got a bonus) were awful, and then the treatment of Dane and Aisha's characters sucked (being taken advantage of by Riven and turning into a huge asshole, and Aisha being turned into Bloom's life coach). We got a little more diversity in Season 2, but by then it read more as a response to backlash than anything else. Same with Dane and Aisha; Aisha gives a little speech in Season 2's first episode where she says she's done being Bloom's life coach, and then proceeds to get a boyfriend who's secretly evil and lies to her all season. And Dane acts like an asshole for 2 scenes before he's shoved to the side as a supporting character.
2. Homophobia
Again, recap from my last rant; Season 1 was very straight. The Bloom/Sky/Stella love triangle took center stage, the only non-straight character was Dane, who I'm 90% sure was bisexual but we'll never know because not once in Fate: The Winx Saga does anyone say the word 'bisexual.' The closest we get is Dane saying he finds both Riven and Stormy Beatrix hot. But Dane, Riven, and Beatrix turn into this awful polyamory thing that goes on for like an episode and a half before it breaks up, and it's never spoken of again. Season 2 gives up an openly lesbian character, Terra, but her love interest (a female specialist whose name I don't remember) is in her own on-again-off-again relationship. Terra and the girl do get together, but last the audience knew the relationship was on! So Terra gets a girlfriend, but said girlfriend is a cheater. Gay rights? oh, and #JusticeforFrancesa
Those are the serious reasons, and with those out of the way I would argue the other really big reason I didn't like Fate was
3. THERE IS NO FRIENDSHIP
At the end of the day you can take away magic, the Specialists, and a lot of supporting characters from the show because the core of it - the reason Winx Club works so well - is because these six girls are best friends. The show is about them going through school and breakups and universe-saving together, and kicking ass at it because they have each others back. It is the show's central theme, it's where the best writing is, and where some of its best moments come from (for me at least).
Fate...does not do that. They started the series out making Sky the one to show Bloom around Alfea and introduce her to things instead of Stella, sidelining one of the strongest friendships in the series for the sake of a love triangle. And it only goes downhill from there! I get the whole 'take an episode or two to figure out where we stand as friends' but by the end of the 1st season these bitches are still fighting over the dumbest shit! We start out Season 2 with Stella using invisibility spells again so she's not seen with the other girls - I don't even think Stella likes any of them by the end of the series! Sure everyone goes to classes and plans dangerous missions to save the world together, but outside of that it doesn't seem like they even like each other. There are moments sprinkled throughout where they're supposed to be genuine friends, and they're easily some of fate's best stuff (the car scene in 2x01 is an example). But they're also awkward, because 20 minutes ago they were sulking in their rooms and yelling at each other about their lack of communication. They aren't deserved is the point I'm trying to get at here, and the only way they do feel deserved is if you a) already know their friendship dynamic because you watched the animated series, or b) you follow the actors on social media, where they actually talk and hang out like best friends.
The strongest friendship in this entire series isn't any of the girls - it's fucking Sky and Riven. Because they were pre-established best friends, had arguments throughout season 1, but by the end of season 2 had come back together because the world was in danger, and they both knew despite everything, that they would have each other's backs. Do you know how badly you have to fuck up, where one half of your best friendship is the queerphobic, predatory asshole character, and the other half is a slice of untoasted Wonder Bread?
Do you know how mad Riven would have been if Sky went to not-Omega with Bloom in the season 2 finale? He would have been fucking pissed and ordering everyone to a classroom to give his 30-slide power point on how to get them back within 3 days. Meanwhile Bloom doesn't actually say goodbye to the Winx girls, she just writes them letters and says goodbye to Sky in person (because it is well established that Bloom and Sky's romance is more important than the girl's friendship, let's be honest). And then girls are all hugging and Stella's crying that Bloom's gone and I just thought 'you spent more time with Beatrix than Bloom this season Stella, why the fuck are you sad.'
This is all a longwinded way to say the central theme of friendship was pushed aside for CW-style romance, which made the core cast of girls unable to connect, which made the show bad.
Fate had the same overall runtime as a single season of Winx Club. Later seasons are bad, don't get me wrong, but those original 2004-2007 seasons had twice the character moments, more concise plots, and felt way more fun than anything I saw Brian Young put out these last few years. I would watch an original season (and even season 4! sue me!) any day over Fate the W inx Saga.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, and probably don't show your wife this.
#anti fate the winx saga#netwinx#liz suffers with netwinx#liz gets questions#anonymous#im sure this was a way longer answer than you expected nonnie#my bad#ive just had a lot of pent up feelings on this show#long post
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