#had most of these done to me as a kid ooh how fun
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The Big Part
Alastor x Virgin FemReader smut
(part 2)
You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.
warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader smut, Alastor dislikes getting naked, virginity does not rock, possessive Alastor, head pats, reader is an adult she’s just a nervous idiot bad at words
Horny little deer cult: @frompeach , @chirimeimei , @poppingaround , @polytheatrix , @itsmskeisha , @stygianoir , @celestial-vomit , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @amurtan
minors dni, this isn’t educational in the slightest and is just straight smut
It made sense, at the time. You didn’t want a relationship and you didn’t want to meet a stranger you couldn’t trust, that left very few people to ask. Husk would say no, and probably stop serving you drinks. Angel would most likely agree, but you were a little intimidated by his experience. That left Alastor. While you hadn’t spent much time together, your interactions were always cordial. And plus, this was hell. Isn’t this kind of situation a sinners dream come true?
For most, maybe. But you didn’t know Alastor. Not yet, not really. Everything he did had some ulterior motive. Perhaps nothing he had ever done was simply selfless. If Alastor wasn’t gaining something, Alastor wasn’t interested.
You caught him in the hallway one evening after redemption-oriented activities, deciding to get the moment over with as quickly as possible.
“It’s a favor, little… odd. But you’re the only person I have to ask.” Your eyes darted around his face, down the hall, up the walls, anywhere really but his eyes.
“I’m all ears!” Alastor tapped the microphone to the ground with a satisfying ‘thud’.
Oh— you had rehearsed this but you hadn’t prepared to be staring at that large, toothy grin. It wasn’t unsettling, it was just distracting. Would he be smiling the entire time he… ya know.
“I am,” you steepled your hands, pointing them at him, “a virgin.” You paused, hoping maybe he’d just infer the rest and you could stop talking.
His face was motionless save his eyelids rising up.
“And I don’t want to be. Anymore.” Your lips pursed together. C’mon, Alastor. Figure it out.
Alastor nodded.
You dragged your fingers down your face, “Would you help me with that?”
His head cocked to the side like a golden retriever being handed a book on ancient Egypt. Very nice offer but what exactly do I do with it?
“Help how, precisely?” He finally spoke, tone unchanged from any normal topic of discussion. Alastor watched your face scrunch up, mouth moving around words you abandoned half way through. You weren’t saying anything, just making panicked sounds. “I find annunciation most helpful when wanting to be understood, dear.”
You wanted to somersault out the nearest window. “Alastor will you take my virginity?”
“Take it where?”
You groaned, he laughed, “Just kidding, my dear! All in good fun. So, to be clear, you would like your first sexual experience to be with me?” He pointed the microphone from you to him.
You nodded, “Yes, please.”
His smile seemed to strain. Staring down at you, he tried to understand what your motivation was for this. But as he looked into your big, concerningly innocent eyes, he realized there was none. You really, simply, want him to be the first.
Ooh, as he thought it, he felt his pulse quicken in his lap. The first. A spot no one else could take. For the rest of your afterlife, he would always be the one who was first in you. A delicious thought. He could work with that.
“Are you free now?” He leaned down to your level.
“Oh. I wasn’t-,”
“Expecting immediacy? Perfect, the element of surprise has never failed me before.” His hand wrapped around your waist and drew you in to his chest, there was a rush of cold air over your skin before you felt yourself falling back.
It was soft, the room was dark, save for a small floor lamp in the corner. Your room, you realized.
“I didn’t know you knew my room number.”
“It’s my job to know everything about the hotel.” He said, tossing your shoes behind him. Was this happening now? Right now?
“I can do it, it’s, it’s fine.” You sat up and began undoing your pants. Alastor just standing there, watching. Smiling. Fuck, was it going to be this awkward the entire time? Should you say something? Touch him? You were lifting the hem of your shirt when you realized he was still fully dressed. “Are you going to take off your clothes?”
“Why would I do that?” Head lolled to the side.
You stopped mid-way through unhooking your bra, “Alastor you do know I was asking you to fuck me, right?”
He nodded.
Maybe this was a mistake.
After taking off your bra, and finally your panties, you crawled to the top of your bed and drew your knees to your chest. Your feet hid your sex from view. Heart racing, but it wasn’t excitement, as you had anticipated. It was nerves. Would it hurt? Would you make a stupid face? What if he didn’t like the sounds you made? What if you regretted it after?
Alastor got on the bed on his knees, undoing his belt buckle but not his pants. The way he looked at you, your heart skipped a beat. You suddenly remembered he was called the ‘cannibal deer’ as you saw something akin to hunger in his eyes.
“What experience do you have?” His voice was suddenly low, deeper than before. This wasn’t the pun loving radio man you saw prodding the staff.
“I dated. Before. Kissing, um, I don’t know the bases. Groping?” You grimaced, it sounded so formal.
“Have you ever,” he began to slink toward you on his hands and knees, red eyes glowing in the dim light of your room, “been entered?”
Your cheeks burned, your head suddenly swayed as if it was half full of water and someone tipped you over. “Just myself, my,” you lifted your hand.
“Show me.”
All the air left the room, sucked out of your lungs and into his grin.
Uncrossing your feet, you tried to open your thighs without seperating your knees. It didn’t work, but you still managed to get a hand between your legs and to your entrance. You could have cried, you were soaking wet to an embarrassing degree. Your eyes return to Alastor, his gaze never leaving you. Even as you slipped a finger, then two, into yourself. You thought for sure he would want to watch your hands playing with your wet pussy but no, his eyes stayed on your face. Somehow, that was worse.
A shaky sigh escaped, your eyes closing as you tried to focus on relaxing around your digits.
Your head smacked against the headboard when you felt a third finger enter. Not yours. Your eyes flew back open to see him now directly in front of you.
“Two won’t do, dear.” He spun his finger around, pulling slightly at the thin skin of your entrance. “Unless you’d prefer this to hurt?”
You shook your head no, still stinging from the impact you had made. “May I?” His hand took your wrist and removing your fingers. Swiping your wetness from your ass to your clit, he coated his claw-like digits and pushed three back in. They were longer than yours, sharper. You could feel he moved gently, in and out. Your head was heavy, breath short and fast.
He laughed, bringing your consciousness fully back into the room, “Already wanting to change your mind?”
You shook your head side to side, still too embarrassed to speak, and took a grounding breath to help your body accept his fingers. He took his time, sliding in and out of you. His fingers picking up the slick and letting it lubricate your lips. It was so slow, the only pleasure for you was knowing it wasn’t your hand doing it.
But then his stretching of your hole stopped, and he grabbed both of your knees from underneath and pulled you down toward him. Now on your back, legs up and in his hands, you heard his belt slide through the loopholes, his zipper drop. You wanted to look, but you also absolutely did not want to look.
Your knees came together when you felt something hot and round at your entrance. “Ah-ah,” He opened them immediately. He reached for one of your hands, and brought it down to his cock. It was so hard under your fingers, but gave a little when you squeezed. It made him hiss.
“You tell me when to stop, little doe.” He pressed into your opening, pulled back. Pressed in, just barely making it past your lips, pulled back. He kept this pressing and pulling, head making slightly more leeway every time. Your fingers were holding right behind the tip.
“How about this, dear. I’ll just get the head in for now. Manageable!”
“Just— just get the big part in first?” You asked, the pressure at your entrance building with every shallow thrust.
He laughed, nodding as he held both of your knees further apart. When he attempted to get past the curve of his cock’s head, your hands flew down to press against his thigh, pushing back with the intrusion. Alastor stilled, sighed, and pressed his head fully in with a determined thrust. Instinctively, your feet came to his chest and tried to push away from him. It felt like you were being torn down the middle, your body forced apart at your most sensitive junction. He held you still now by the ankles, legs splayed in the air.
It burned where your walls were pushed aside. Stinging where the skin tore slightly just beneath your hole, unable to stretch.
“Breath, sweetheart.” He set your ankles down. “Does it hurt?”
You nodded.
“I’ll stay here for a bit,” he settled on his legs, looking down at where he was connected to you. Your pink little pussy looking positively overwhelmed by his cock. No one has ever been here before, and he could feel it. Your walls were pressing so hard against him his shaft was slightly curved from the force pushing his head out. You still had so much to take, there was so much more of you for him to explore. You tried to calm your breathing but your heart was racking against your sternum.
Hand reaching down again, you let your fingers count little paces from his core to yours. You knew the hardest part was over, but that didn’t bring much comfort as you felt how far you still had to go.
Alastor let his eyes wander away from your not-so-virgin cunt to your face. Your expression was twisted, not pained but clearly uncomfortable.
“How does it feel?” He asked, gesturing to your lap with a nod of his head.
“Full, so full.”
His cackle disheartened you, “Darling I am no where done filling you up.”
You clenched when he said it, earning a small groan from him. You were already too tight, when you spasmed on him it was nearly painful. There was more to do yet, more of you to claim as his. Just the tip of his cock was simply not enough.
His hips started moving again, the folds of his head pulling at the skin of your entrance but not actually crossing the barrier. He was gently rocking, barely making friction between you two. Your hand clawed at his knee, breath hitching. You let an airy moan slip, his head no longer an intrusion but something hot and melty barely rubbing your walls. It started to feel almost good.
Alastor’s cock was throbbing, his shaft touch-starved and desperate for the heat of your cunt. Your face was relaxing now, eyes blinking around new sensations. He wanted to see you experience more, more firsts and frighteningly foreign pleasures. He wanted to see you scared of how good he could make you feel. Alastor wanted you to never feel whole again without him buried balls deep in you.
“Can you take more?” His voice was like gravel, a radio static crackling in.
You met his eyes, glowing still in the dim light, wide and nearly frenzied in their dilation. His smile was practically beaming down at you.
“I don’t know.” You were scared to move forward, even though you wanted more.
“I don’t like liars.” A pop of electricity arcing at the end of his words. You pulled a pillow over your face, trying to hide from the reaction you knew he’d have as his voice made you tighten around him. “Your body says otherwise,” he hissed.
You wanted to say ‘yes’, if this could feel good then how great would all of him feel? But you were scared to vocalize it. Scared to make it start. Alastor lifted the pillow, “I need to see you, dear.” He set it beside his leg, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”
Brow furrowed, you shook your head. His grin widened to his ears as his hands slid down your thighs to your hips and he sank his cock to the hilt.
The element of surprise definitely made the nerves of saying ‘yes’ dissipate, but you were now choking on your breath, hands gripping at the blankets beneath you. Was this normal? Was he too far inside you? You felt nauseous, your guts prodded by Alastor’s member.
“How does it feel now?” He watched your eyes scanning the ceiling for an answer. You felt sure there was no way his head could leave you ever again. It was so snuggly fit in you, you feared you’d be pulled inside out. “Words, dear.”
You sat up on your elbows, sweating from the nerves of it all. “Like there’s a big stick stuck in me.”
“Accurate!” He laughed, and began pulling out. You whined, head dropping back. Almost taking himself out completely, he paused before thrusting back in. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, you could feel him with such detail. Every inch of him leaving impressions behind. Alastor could feel it too, how your soft warmth moved out of his way with every push. How pliable your womb was to his intrusions.
More. You could take more, he was positive of it.
Slowly, your moans began to get louder as the pressure faded into pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, you jumped. Every time he pulled out, you wanted to chase after him with your hips.
Watching your face soften, eyes now watery, Alastor was sure you were relaxed enough. He grabbed the pillow beside him, lifting your ass and sliding it under the small of your back. You didn’t ask, just waited to see what the point was. Dissatisfied, he grabbed another and added it under you.
Your hips were up, ass hanging over the ledge the pillows made, back bent upward. When he began to thrust again, you whinced feeling a new part of you widen for him. “Can you see me?” You looked at him when he said it, but he grabbed your hand and placed it beneath your belly button. When he pushed back in, you could feel his cock beneath your hand. Moving it, you watched your stomach bulge slightly when he was completely sheathed in you.
“Oh fuck-,” your head fell back into the bed, it was too much to feel let alone to watch, “Too deep.”
He hummed an acknowledgement, picking up his pace. “Let me see how you cum.”
Your face was hot, reluctantly bringing your hand to your clit and rubbing.
No, this wasn’t a mistake at all. If anything you regretted not asking sooner.
His thrusts now brought lightning to your core, your finger quickening in speed with the realization of just how good he could feel.
Studying your face still, he adjusted his angle until he saw the muscles in your neck tighten. He knew he found your g-spot, your moans dipping into cries.
“I can’t—,” You couldn’t get over the hump, knowing he was watching you, waiting for you.
“You can”, the lights flickered, his eyes now black with small red pupils illuminating your naked body, “and you will, my dear.” One of his hands stopped pressing finger sized bruises into your hips to instead push your own finger aside. The wide pad of his thumb took over and began thrumming you fast and hard.
That familiar build up of pleasure was stronger than you’d ever felt it, and when it finally snapped your muscles from your thighs to your toes cramped. How long had you been tensing?
You practically sobbed into the crook of your arm, Alastor’s hips slowing but still carrying you through your orgasm. They moved slower and slower, until stopping entirely. His head popped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow. Cold.
Eyes wet and blurry, you looked up at him, “Aren’t you going to finish?”
“If we do everything now, what ‘first’ will we have for tomorrow night? And the night after that?” He smiled, member already hidden away and pants buttoned. Your thighs twitched. “Same time tomorrow, little doe?”
You covered your face with both hands, and nodded.
His big hand came to your head and patted you gently, “Good girl.”
I hope you liked it 🥺 I don’t feel as confident about this one. Fun fact, my first time involved bondage. Very on brand, huh? 💖
༻Masterlist༺
Gonna start calling his dick ‘the element of surprise’. You look tired today! What happened? Oh the element of surprise kept me up all night.
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Thanks Kylie!!
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?
I think it followed from writing original fiction! I wrote some LotR fanfic as a kid (back in the days before I had internet access and knew what fanfic was), but for most of my life it's just been original work. OFMD changed that! Something about the show just inspires creation.
🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
Ooh, I've been really enjoying @ofmdee's fics with her really exceptional Ed and Stede Sims gifs lately! They're super fun, cute, and so tender and sweet, and the Sims gifs and stills are so well done it often feels like you're looking at bonus canon content! Breathing Underwater is my favorite.
🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?
Oh that is a tough one. My instinct is probably you, because I feel like you'd be really helpful and non-judgmental, but unfortunately the fact we live across an ocean from each other might mike things tricky
🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh
"It's me, boy, I'm the PS5" never fails to make me laugh.
Writer's truth or dare ask game!
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Happy Birthday!! I love your comic so much, it's been so nice seeing it updating again! I guess if you want as a fun question, which of your characters has been the most fun to design so far? I really love Coal's distinctive hair and recently I really loved Hel's appearance (I hope we see her again someday~) so I'm curious which if any characters have stricken your fancy the most?
Thank you! Oh man, Coal's hair! You're a true TMK OG if you know where its inspiration comes from lol.
Designing characters is one of my favorite things to do, so narrowing down to a fave or most fun design can be tricky. But (speaking of tricky!) it might have to be Loki. When I first decided I was going to use Loki as a character, I was kind of worried. He's so popular and famous, probably the best-known character from the Norse myths even before Marvel's Thor movies were made. There's a lot of depictions of him so trying to come up with my own idea was pretty daunting.
A couple of things came together to help me create my own idea for Loki. One of them was John Bauer, an illustrator from the turn of the 20th century. I noticed a lot of his art used when looking at various Norse mythology pages. Some aspects of his depictions of Loki helped get my own gears turning.
Images from: https://runeberg.org/gudasaga/
Bauer's style in general was another inspiration for me, but I remember looking at that left drawing of Loki and Idunn and thinking, "His eyes are pretty narrow and dark there...kind of reminds me of a shark...ooh what if he had black eyes?" That's where the "reverse" eyes for jotnar came from. The eyes of characters and how they define them have become a common motif in the comic.
Loki's clothes, particularly his tunic, are inspired by clothes worn by the Sámi people, though I'll admit I made up the embroidery designs. In hindsight this may not have been the most appropriate decision, but it was done before I even knew the term "cultural appropriation." I think my initial ideas were that the jotnar had a connection to the indigenous people of Scandinavia and the Aesir were more like colonizers. It's actually been argued that the Aesir/Vanir war that is mentioned in the myths is a leftover from a culture (the Aesir) arriving and conquering the locals (the Vanir). Neat stuff.
No one has said anything to me about Loki's outfit so hopefully it's okay, and I don't mean anything disrespectful by using it. When I was researching I was struck by their designs and wanted to use it somewhere prominent. The story doesn't stay in Scandinavia for long so there wouldn't have been many (any?) other chances to show it.
The colors for Loki came a little easier. I knew he would be a warmer character in TMK, even become a pseudo-dad for Coal and the other kids, so all his color choices are warm and earthy. He's supposed to look approachable and friendly--at first, anyway.
I love all the designs for the characters in TMK, but I might be proudest of Loki's, if only because it was so intimidating to do in the first place. I think it worked out well.
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Me me has a quetions :3 when did you start writing and where do your ideas come from?
-BK
Ooh, that's a tough one.
Hmm. Well, I know I started getting a like for writing in the 3rd grade. I'd done some random school two-paragraph assignment and Mrs. Meusen, my lovely teacher whom I still remember to this day, had returned everyone's papers with our grades.
And she liked to write custom messages along with the overall score and stars.
She told me in her little markered note at the top of my paper, that my writing was well structured and I make a good author. Something like that, I don't remember exactly how it was phrased, but it was a compliment to my writing.
I have no memory of what I wrote, though. It wasn't significant.
That was probably the first jump-start encouragement I got, though how it affected me in the future was probably subconscious for the most part. It's not the driving force that I remember on a regular basis as "Ah, yes, this event here is what started it all."
That long ago compliment just came to mind when I really started thinking about what the answer to your inquiry was.
My ideas just spawned into existence from my imagination. I was always the kid that found immense joy in reading books and also staring off into space. The wall. The ceiling. Out a window.
I once got lost in space during my 2nd grade Spanish class, while we were doing TESTS.
And I was lost in space, not really looking at what I was looking at... Well, I was apparently looking at someone else's test, lol. Got scolded. XD
My dreams were often the source of cool ideas also. I had entire MOVIES worth of action and everything. Sleeping was always a well anticipated privilege...
I wonder why. 👉👈
I remember my very first fanfiction was written for a comic series, Mega Man by Ian Flynn.
Cool robots, action, adventure, fights, suspense, a whole assortment of my favorite types of things to enjoy from any media, be it novel, comic, or movie.
It was... really bad. My family tells me it was good for my age at the time. The ONE friend I randomly decided to share the old google Docs with also gives me positive feedback, but... ehhhhhh.
There's reasons I haven't continued it further for years. It was pretty bad, in my eyes. I definitely had so much fun writing it though. It was a self-insert, sort of? But with an OC that had cool characteristics I just liked. Not really me, but a character that was an amalgamation of ninja skills, smarts, and powers. And was very much, as the term goes [that I would learn about just a few years later], a "Mary Sue". An overpowered character.
At least, my character still had a plethora of issues, and as the story progressed, I found ways to insert Nora [the aforementioned OC] into problems and lessen the overpowered aspects a bit.
I learned from that work. A lot.
I guess, if anyone is really interested, I can post the links to the old docs. I don't suppose I mind all that much, though I'm warning you all. I ATTEMPTED ROMANCE.
AND IF YOU ALL KNOW ME AND MY CURRENT HABITS... YOU KNOW I SAY ON A REGULAR BASIS THAT I CAN'T WRITE ROMANCE.
It was written by 13-year-old Scarlett. She doesn't exist anymore.
I think I somehow got off topic, why am I talking about my first fanfic...
Anyway!
I wrote a lot of other stories also.
I had originals.
I had fanfics. [My hyperfixation on Beyblade Metal Fusion remains dormant to this day, but I still remember all the ideas I never wrote down yet]
I had dreams that I attempted to normalize and remove dream-weirdness from for story material.
I had school assignments that were fairly tame as far as action, but I kept the docs anyway.
And then I tried to publish stuff.
[By this, I mean, on the Archive. I had technically posted fanfiction before on fanfiction.net but we don't talk about those abominations...]
I was in a Lego Monkie Kid hyperfixation at the time, and was currently on the cliffhanger of season 4. [Before the special came out, I mean.]
And I had a very very vivid dream scenario one night, where my brain decided to imagination its own ending and wrapped up plot for the cliffhanger of season 4.
I decided to post it. And I still have more ideas that I have yet to sort out and add more chapters to the fic, but that was the first published work on the Archive, I think.
And... it was romantic focused, actually. The one OC was a character that fit well into the series, and wasn't just an annoying rendition of overpowered characteristics. (I TELL YOU. I LEARNED FROM "NORA")
And, well, my dreams are good at imaginating romantic scenes. It's just my brain doesn't know how to make it sound good with words yet.
I'll get there... 😅
To get back to the point I seem to keep deviating from as I reminisce over older works and my author journey as a whole: I have come very far.
My first Alan Becker fanfic, was A Second's Tale. Which, until Super Sticks appeared, remained my most popular fic.
It started so SO simply. All I knew was, "NEW HYPERFIXATION GO BRRR!" and "I wanna write a fanfic and post it"
Then it escalated.
The AVA/AVM fandom is still my all-time favorite, and I think it's honestly going to stay that way forever. It's definitely the longest fixation I've ever had.
All my others are dormant, or active in spurts. I have a list of like, 60? 65? fandoms I'm into, lol.
Uhm, anyways, yeah.
That's the summary.
Man, that's another thing I suck at. Summarization.
Look at this long schpiel of words!!
No one gonna read this. XD
TL;DR
I have come far from the 3rd grade.
I still aim to make a difference. Make someone's day with my weird unique sense of humor. Make others inspired. ;]
And my imagination go brrrr for ideas. Dreams are just the best thing ever.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk--
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Hello! Dropping into your inbox to ask you about your research for
"Lent From Tomorrow (today was too small for us)." You must have done a ton of historical research for it to get so many of those details. I think that sort of thing is a lot of fun, and I'm very curious to know if you came across anything especially cool/fascinating/weird during your writing research.
Ooh, thank you for the ask! How fun!
There's SO MUCH research in this fic, from the codebreaking to the science of how to defrost a supersoldier to what was on the radio on specific days in 1943. I've got a whole folder of just Lent From Tomorrow research, and the back half of my WIP document is just copy-pastes of quotes from soldiers, scientists, codebreakers, radio hosts, etc.
But, to be fair, I've been reading nonfiction about WWII codebreakers for like 20 years. It's one of my special interests~ and something that I just love learning about. WWII *battles*, I don't care about at all, but everything else about the time period is fascinating to me -- probably because of Molly McIntire, haha.
My FAVORITE little tidbit actually comes up in this coming week's chapter, so I'm not going to spoil it, but it's my favorite recollection in Code Girls by Liza Mundy. That was definitely the book that I used the most for this fic, since the main characters are basically all "code girls," or code omegas, whatever. I also used a lot from PBS Nova's The Mind of a Codebreaker, which I watched when it first came out in 1999 and it rewired my entire brain. I immediately did a report on the women of Bletchley Park in 7th grade (and another on the WASP/WAVE/WAC pilots, so I was really excited to be able to have Carol Danvers make a cameo in Lent!).
But I also looked up specifics for just about every scene -- the snippet of Quiz Kids that's on the wireless radio when Steve and the Asset are listening to the wireless is a quote and actually aired that day. The Torah portion that Steve hears when he goes to shul with the gals and Scott is the Torah portion from that particular Shabbat service in December 1942. The movie scene is the actual movie, newsreel, and cartoon that were shown together at a theater in Washington, DC, on that Friday in March 1943.
I leaned on a former-scientist friend of mine to point me in the right direction to find out how they would have frozen and defrosted the Asset, and also how The Arm might work in a way that isn't just "::shrug:: it's Superhero Science." Her husband is a mathematician, and she suggested some avenues that Steve might have written his big 1929 math paper about, too. And then I read a bunch of math papers from the 1920s and tried to understand them and it was. a lot.
I also did a lot of research into Steve's various disabilities and ailments and the treatments available by the early 1940s, particularly asthma and his childhood polio. (I'm forgetting whether the backstory of his polio experience has actually shown up in the fic yet or if it's coming up soon in a chapter? If it hasn't been posted yet, then spoiler, I guess, Steve had polio as a kid [although I *think* that's canon?]). Steve's experience of being disabled is really important to me, and I wanted it to matter and be a part of his life in this story (and any story I write about Steve).
There's a lot more specific stuff coming up in the back half of the fic, now that we've reached the midway point... Bucky's backstory requires a lot of research into things that I don't know as much about, just because I don't tend to look into actual battle/military histories, and because [redacted for spoilers].
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Newish Comics:
Taking a break from ploughing through Santa appearances for the week’s comics.
Batman & Robin #3: ahahahaha “dedicated instructors who showed me the deep knowledge of the world”.
Damian. Sweetheart. You were TEN. I have no doubt you learnt a lot of complex things but also firstly you didn’t synthesise everything and secondly you simply didn’t have the TIME to learn ‘everything’.
That done, Bruce please explain socialisation and ‘working on a civilian cover’ to Damian, so he will go to school. Remember civilian covers? And secret identities?
Ooh Man-Bats! (I’m sorry, I’m here in this book for the Bruce and Damian moments, but I don’t actually mind the concept of Shush and White Rabbit? I like that White Rabbit is leaning into the Japanese aesthetics that Damian uses for his art)
Outsiders #1: I hate to say it, but my back is already up. Luke Fox, describing Kate Kane's background as "we both trained under one of the most brilliant tactical minds to ever exist" - are we talking about Jacob Kane? Because I wouldn't call him that. And I wouldn't say that Kate trained under Bruce Wayne.
Also the wig? That was originally Jacob's choice and to help with concealing her identity. If Kate actually had issues with it she would have ditched it years ago.
Not knowing fundamental basics like this about Kate is worrying me (unless there's been some retcon I haven't read yet?)
On the other hand... JENNY SPARKS SIGHTING!!! (Well, her skeleton. Apparently) JENNY MY SWEETHEART.
...I'm going to give this a go, since it's Kate and since it's MY FAVOURITE JENNY. I'm being cautious though.
Speed Force #1: oh this however is just fun vibes. I think it's our new light-hearted Flash book, with Si Spurrier doing more complex things over in Flash proper.
The Vigil #6: Ram V landed this. I still feel like all of the characters are specific commentary on other DC characters, but watching the team pull together and Castle explain what had been missed was very satisfying in that ‘heist film’ sort of scene where they flip the board and suddenly reveal what was going on.
Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #2: as this is the first Rossmo title I've seriously read, I am appreciating his art and I think getting used to it on a title where I don't have strong feelings about the characters involved will stand me in good stead.
World's Finest: Teen Titans #5: I’ve got to say, I love that the cover is a scene only tangentially related to the plot. Classic silver age vibes. This scene does not occur.
Wally! Love your snark, kid.
Garth! Surfing on/in Wally’s speed wake!
Also Dick finally decided reveal his ID.
Warlord #26: this week in Travis Morgan's adventures... DEIMOS IS BACK! Hello, Deimos! Planning to slink around evilly, are you?
Excitingly, Travis gets to fight a two-headed snake necked dragon this issue. Unfortunately this does not result in any bondage. Missed opportunity there, Grell!
This issue we are in a hidden maze temple, where they have to break apart an amulet and fit the pieces into rock niches to illuminate the way via the light bouncing. It is a VERY gaming dungeon sort of plot. However as each piece is fitted, a vision occurs. Travis is directed in how this works by a talking parrot. (A normal one, not an anthropomorphic one)
Travis sees visions of Tara but she's blaming him for betraying her, and given she was staring into a river and sighing over how much she loved and missed him last issue I think we can safely say this is a false vision. (All the visions say nasty things that mostly are guilt nightmares)
Once the maze is complete, Travis is offered the chance to gain his 'heart's desire' by stepping into the light (which has been causing all the terrible visions)
And Travis' wants to start over...so he gets transported back in time (to what looks like Neanderthal times but this IS Skartaris, it could just be last Tuesday)
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Hello! I've just wanted to know, how long have you been drawing for and how did you start? I'd really like to be able to draw like you one day.
You're insanely hard-working, considering how well-done your drawings are.
According to my parents, I've been drawing since I could hold on to a pencil, so some three and half decades-ish.
I started by drawing whatever my Special Interest of the Day happened to be at any given time, usually animals and cartoon creatures. I used to trace over photos of dogs and horses as a kid (I used to have a folder of magazine clippings with animal pictures, and shelves full of animal encyclopedia books, and I drew from those. Mind you this was before the internet became a thing). I also had a phase of being really into dinosaurs as a young kid, and a phase when Pokemon was published for the first time and I got really into that, and at some point I got introduced to the concept of fantasy genre and dragons and unicorns
Basically I was drawing almost all the time, and I drew whatever I was the most interested in at any given moment.
And then at some point I discovered the shelves at the local library containing anatomy and figure drawing books for artists, and got really into anatomy. I've bought few of the animal anatomy books from that era myself at a later age.
I got really into storytelling and fantasy as time went on, and started to apply my drawing knowledge into that so I could better visualize my imagination.
At one point I decided to make a comic with a friend of mine that ended up not happening, but in order to prepare for it, I drew like 200 pictures of "wolves" (mostly dogs) where every drawing was either referenced from a photo/drawing by a master, or if I was drawing from memory, then every one of them was in a different pose. (this was still before internet, so no, the copied ones are nowhere online to be seen)
Once I hit adulthood, I went to an art school to get a more formal education in drawing, though the fundamentals I had already at hand at that point from just observing and practicing growing up.
And after that art school I went into another one. And then a third one. I have a Bachelor's degree in this, though I do want to emphasize that this isn't a necessary route to take, I just wanted to spend my time drawing, and my country has free education, so it was a path I was able to follow.
Got really good at doing realistic stuff, got really bored at doing realistic stuff and found a way to cartoonify in a way that felt fun but still has some of the feeling of the realistic stuff I used to make.
Didn't know how to draw backgrounds, so I started a comic and 280+ pages later I'm pretty okay at backgrounds. I actually like drawing backgrounds now.
Human(ish) faces are still partially a mystery to me, but that's because my special interests through the ages used to be pretty much everything BUT humans, and I didn't figure out how to unlock human face shapes untill my late twenties so there's way less practice behind it.
But, like, in the most basic, I just went "ooh, I really want to draw this one thing", with many different things on the way, and then spent thirty years doing just that.
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i know csweekly is on hold now, but I still have to catch up on The Luchadora Tango Caper, so here it is!!
Season 3 is maybe my least favorite season out of any of them, but I still love it, so I'm really excited to get into this!
Notes under the cut as always and please ignore the fact that I'm a month late on this thx
NEW CASTLE!!! NEW CASTLE YAYYY
sometimes I think this whole series is Maelstrom just talking about shit for like 14 hours
cleo sympathizing with guys in skirts <3 she knows ur struggle boys
love how they slapped up a giant glowing green world map and copper sulfate burning chandeliers before they put in insulation or heat
brunt, girl, calm down. they were just doing their evil minion bagpipe job
british on british violence
that was such a cute nod when this season first dropped. haha theres been no sign of her all summer because of the hiatus you are so clever
they rlly thought they had something with the turn them against each other thing. i cant believe they thought they tvy7 rating would let shadowsan and carmen kill each other 🙄
"carmen is DEAD" (cheery tango music)
i mean it works because we know hes wrong and stupid but like
no offense but the tango dancers are animated in a way that is reminiscent of a kid manually moving their barbie dolls legs to make them walk
our girl <3
tell me why dropping 200 feet onto the top of the metal detector was more sneaky than literally anything else she could have done
ok. yes. but the fact she is robbing it does not negate the fact that she will be on the news for breaking into a bank dsjfsdghfkdsa
1021 is the number on the box- could it mean something? in a strictly doylist sense. october 21st doesn't seem to have any significant holidays...I can't find anything, might just be a random number set.
good god the "i...have his eyes." hits me like a truck every time
gina pulled it out with the voice acting in this one
she WAS a very cute baby
"another" link girl what else has there been you should be ecstatic
ayyy its the character literally everyone except spintrap-stan and amaryllis solely remember for being voiced by dante basco
i love how snarky carmen immediately gets. if he knows her name and what she looks like, obviously he's an operative, so she gets to have a little fun in immediately declining him while still gaining valuable information, almost immediately, about who he is and what his talent will be
everyone is very stretched today
this is not my favorite fight scene honestly (at least until flytrap gets here. dont even get me started on her fighting style im in love with it) because its literally just like ooh. he kicks. she dodges. wow. they really do try with the tango parallels but idk
wow!! other people can kick too??? who knew
she protected the face
cutely runs into oncoming traffic
those cars were not even slowing down girl they were just like HONK MOVE OR DIE
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLYTRAP MY GIRL
okay mini rant incoming i already did a post on this like a billion years ago but flytrap is one of my favorites because in my opinion she and paper star are the most dangerous villains we ever see in the show. let me. try to find that post actually
yeah here it is
flytrap is also so hot and has the same va as luz so she's just top tier. idk if the team put half the episode budget into celebrity voice actors and thats why we only got 5 episodes but you know what
love how carmen is literally stopping her attempts to get free to banter. girl. stop
shadowsan <3
love how they do not even bother showing the fight they just get their asses handed to them
why didnt they start in veracruz just asking
not the table
ok guys. you can stop with the tango thing now. its okay
that little conversation between ivy and shadowsan is so good
comrades??? sir its not the cold war
article from 17 years ago, thank you for that easy to understand slang
carmen plot armored her way out of getting her skull smashed in on that train so hard that she made maelstrom stupid
its canon both in and outside of the show that color theory is so prevalent that any sort of red at all immediately signals carmen
the colors are so beautiful in this scene. carmen doesnt have her coat or jacket on, everythings just a little desaturated as she searches
THE ACME GANG <3333
not the finger guns and glasses wheeze hes such a loser i love him
THE FORESHADOWING TO EGYPT WITH THE PYRAMIDS ON HER LAPTOP!!!!
love how all we get of julia this season is her being pissed off and then leaving
he was such an asshole for closing her laptop why did he do that 😭
has carmen just been ignoring vile missions for the last season of the year to research her mom or
girlie is so sad about everything
ah yes, the door, the thing you wish to have opened, the best place to lean your full body against after you knock,
i'M SOrry. did you NOT attend a school for THIEVES
HSDGGDG HEY. just broke into your house. im your long lost daughter
i love how she goes DONT TOUCH ANYTHING and then immediately drags her whole arm across the wall and cabinet
also her face when she sees the masks is perfect
okay be honest how many of you have replayed carmen saying maybe mommy at least once. who. raise your hands
shes sooo buff
love how everyone is taking this so seriously and then carmen is just completely apathetic about anything thats going on
dont deadname lupe, carmen
her hair catching a gust of indoor wind for the sole purpose of making her look sick as hell in her intro card is so iconic
as ivy absolutely obliterating zack in the foreground is so fucking funny
she got that "EH EH EH." titter of "HEY NO. DONT YOU DO THAT" down scary well
devineaux strutting im sobbing. julia was doing SO well and then she got paired with devineaux AGAIN
that cab driver looks so concerned about the hulking texan in his backseat
remember when the trailer dropped and we thought those roses were for julia. good times
everyone narrowly avoiding each other as they pull in
you just know ivy smacked zack when he protested to decoy time hdsafhadsg
gotta say the "EH?" while getsuring to the trophies is fucking hilarious. obviously julia knows she wouldnt go after those but its so funny
i do love the way carmen just shrinks any time brunt appears. she is soooo traumatized
VAMOOSE EL MASKO SHES SO ACCURATREIUSDHKFSKHFD SHES EXACTLY WHAT MIDDLE AGED AMERICAN SOUTHERNERS SOUND LIKE
LUPE IS SO FUCKING COOL
devineaux showcasing his braincells for a spilt second this episode
ah, so begins the not a good time mantra
devineaux getting absolutely decimated because he thinks coach brunt thinks hes handsome is so funny
the referee watching two apparent civilians enter the ring: 🙂
carmen is so funny here. she uncuffs herself and then just leaves devineaux to die like fuck his ass he can get smooshed
carmen getting increasingly mad at devineaux while she drags him places is my favorite part of the episode
also, either carmen got stronger or devineaux had a few bouts of crazed research where he didnt eat, but she can drag him easily now as opposed to when she was struggling back at the trap in poitiers
they put this shot in the trailer and without context it just looked like carmen was standing there glaring at brunt menacingly
the cat burglar <3
worst fucking ref on the planet i love him
was carmen stopping to listen to julia's voice i would like to think so
ah the devineaux and cars gag. i mean, to be fair, it wasnt his fault this time
starts beatboxing
carmen really just dumped her whole life story on lupe thats so funny. girlie started the day preparing for a match, got her house broken into, and then ended the day learning about a global crime syndicate
they really ended s2 going THE NEXT SEASON WILL FOCUS ON CARMENS MOM and then started s3 going well actually um okay so
theres our transition sentence
lupe's yellow and blue palette btw!! cs color theory i love you
lupe is more of a mom than carlotta ever gets to be thats sad honestly
carmens little smile ough
here is a shot that very succinctly illustrates the dynamics in the coming seasons. the three at the table stand strong- always have. roundy is basically a footnote no one cares about him and then brunt...brunt is sort of on the edge. this carries over all the way into s4 when malestrom tries to drown her
oh my god i forgot about the weird halloween thing the faculty has going on this season i love it
my analysis is right in time for spooky season >:) halloween IS nearly upon us!!!
OKAY well my thoughts on the luchadora tango caper...pretty good. honestly its kind of net zero information because we introduce the premise of finding carmens mom and then immediately abandon it but it sets up um....well....it sets up....what does it set up
anyway- not my favorite episode, even though lupe is fucking awesome. i think it suffers a little from deviating from that classic caper structure and jumping around, but it does its job as an introductory episode.
until we return, sayonara, mon amigos!
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What if?
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into ouryou think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar,
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Sun Haven short fic
Zari and Helios faff, brought to you by my brother commenting that we have VERY different angels...
“Here.” Lucia said, handing them the parchment. “It’s a decree of peace for Withergate. Please bring it to King Minos.”
Helios took it with a grave nod, glancing down at it before looking back up at the archmage. “It shall be done. I will do all I can to protect Sun Haven.”
Zari leaned over his shoulder to look, propping her chin on his pauldron. He had elected to wear his armour today, as a sign of respect for King Minos. He certainly didn’t feel any less respect for Lucia, so he had kept it on. His friend, however…
“Ooh, you have such nice handwriting! It looks so pretty!” She was enthusiastic and complimentary, but Zari may as well be allergic to formality.
Lucia smiled and thanked her, but Helios rolled his eyes. Zari knew, even though she couldn’t even see his eyes, and he could feel the vibrations of her giggle through his armour.
They took their leave then, and Helios couldn’t help but whisper-hiss at her, “We are very different angels.”
“Oh, I know.” Zari replied sunnily, saluting him with a golden pomegranate before chowing down on it. “But to be fair, if I was at all interested in gentility or Divine Purpose I’d have stayed in the Heavenscape. Oh, and you can find the pomegranates in Catharine’s garden today, if you want one.”
“Thanks.” He replied, ducking sideways to grab one for himself. Zari lingered by the gate, obviously waiting for him, so he joined back up with her on the way back to the farm. “You say that, yet you’re really involved in saving Sun Haven.” He opened, looking to see what she wanted to talk about.
She shrugged. “I live here, I like it here, and it’s fun. Plus it’s what I chose to do, not what everyone says I’m destined to do. Some even say I’m destined to fail! I cannot wait to see their faces when we triumph!” Her grin was just a little too sharp to be gleeful… But Helios got that. He felt the same way a lot of the time.
“What about you?” She continued, and he smirked. It seemed prying into his own past was the game of the day. Which was fine, it wasn’t a secret.
“The Heavenscape is too calm.” He replied with a shrug. “You know how I am. You’ve seen Helios Incorporated. I like to be doing things, not just waiting for them to happen to me.”
Not a secret, just boring.
Zari made an accepting humming noise. “That’s true.” She replied. “Most angels aren’t as industrious as you, for sure. I’m glad you’re happy, but it’s not for everyone.”
He laughed at her careful emphasis. “Not everyone is gonna think you’re wonderful, Zari. And if you wanted Miyeon’s father not to consider you a ‘bad influence’, maybe you shouldn’t have called him a dick to his face.”
“He is a dick.” She replied, rolling her eyes. “I regret nothing. And if he thinks I’m a bad influence now, he has no idea what’s coming his way!”
He shot her an unimpressed glare. “Do not get that kid in trouble, Zari. I mean it! She’s too sweet to cope with your sort of chaos right now.”
She huffed at him, pouting. “I wouldn’t do that!” He raised an eyebrow and she sputtered in indignation. “I would not.”
“You don’t always mean to, true.” He pointed out, slightly more gently. “But you do keep losing the elemental.”
“That was ONE TIME!” She screeched, bopping his arm and laughing.
“That was three times LAST WEEK.” He rebutted, and she rolled her eyes again.
“In my defence, we’ve lived here for over two years now. I didn’t realize she’d need directions to the train station! And I have no idea why she thought the griffon would take her to Withergate, the griffon has never taken us to Withergate!”
“Are we talking about the same Char right now? Because I honestly wasn’t surprised by either of those and am instead surprised that you were.”
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OOH OKAY OKAY. NEW OBSESSION DROPPED
i can't believe i didn't realize this sooner!! i'm back on my Blitz' Scar Speculation bullshit and this time i come bearing posts about it
so, i think it's possibly canon - or at least for now, the primarily agreed-upon fandom take - that Blitz (and Fizz) both got their scars/disabilities from an alleged circus accident; one that was likely Blitz's fault, and that's why Blitz harbors so much resentment for his past (the guilt he refuses to show or admit he carries) and why he and Fizz have so much animosity between them (among other reasons like Fizz's success and Blitz's constant failures).
when s2e1 dropped, i figured that Blitz's scars (and Fizz's as well) were going to be from Paimon, when he inevitably found out that kid Blitz had stolen all his shit and went and trashed the entire circus with them inside as revenge. (This would also explain Blitz and Fizz's hostility to one another - while it's generally agreed-upon that Blitz hates Fizz for his success and Fizz hates Blitz for being the reason he lost all his limbs - i always felt that it was kind of straining credibility in the latter? Fizz seems more... amused by Blitz than anything. he just makes fun of him and embarrasses him in front of crowds. and i know he's on a stage and has to keep up appearances, but i also feel like he's just a bit too casual to be harboring hatred over something so intensely traumatic and life-altering. if Paimon is the one who burned down the circus, then while it is technically Blitz's fault, it's so much more the fault of Blitz's dad, which would then make it completely understandable if Fizz was resentful to Blitz for what happened, but not putting the whole of the blame on him.
i also feel like this might have been set up just a little in the beginning of the episode:
the show makes a point of telling us that Blitz, even at this age, knows exactly how bad it will be if he's caught, and even argues with Cash about it after the point of Blitz helping his mother out is made. he wants to help his mama so badly and he's still deterred.
coupled with the fact that Fizz's accident was foreshadowed heavily not just in the same episode, but in the very same scene:
lends some credibility to this idea!
(it would also put into perspective the fact that Blitz and Stolas didn't see each other for twenty-five years. the way Stolas talks about it - "you could have asked to visit, you know" and "over two decades since i last saw you" - gives me the impression that Blitz did just sort of disappear on him. i highly doubt there was ever a goodbye, and there's no way Stolas could possibly know about it if Paimon is the one who gave Blitz his scars, otherwise apologizing profusely for it would have been the first thing Stolas would have done upon seeing Blitz, no matter how long it'd been.)
BUT THEN. SOMETHING ELSE OCCURED TO ME.
this photo.
they're much older in this picture (i'd peg them at about 16-17 here) than they were in e: The Circus (where i'd put them at anywhere from 6-8).
and so,,,,, what the fuck happened, then?
because Blitz doesn't have his scars, and if he was six in The Circus, and about ten years older in the photo, then he can't have seen Stolas in at least nine years before this photo was taken (because when they meet as adults it's twenty-five years after meeting as kids, and Stolas confirms they haven't seen each other since then).
so what gives? because i find it hard to believe that Paimon wouldn't have noticed all his shit got stolen for nine years, would have gone back to the circus and burned it down all that time later, and - most importantly - that if the scarring happened that recently because of Paimon, that Blitz would have been okay going back to Stolas not even ten years later - with the memory that fresh, and not only that, but having happened when he was a teenager. the perspective shift is just so different. i can't imagine kid Blitz holding a grudge the same way teen Blitz could.
all of this to say: i literally don't have an answer. i have no fucking idea what happened to Blitz and Fizz and this circus and i am SO curious to find out how this shit went down. girl what did they do to my babies
#mine#helluva boss#THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. WHATS THE DEAL MAN#blitz#fizzarolli#analysis#long post#paimon#helluva boss blitz#helluva boss fizzarolli#helluva boss paimon#e: the circus#helluva boss the circus
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For the ask game: 14?
thank you sm for the ask ☺
14. bl you think is underrated
ooh this is a tricky one, bc i can definitely tell you what i think is overrated (but thats not the question...), plus im always gonna think my favourites are underrated bc everyone should love them but i digress. i wanna highlight 3 shows/things bc the first one is a short series and then a movie and thats his. idk if it's bc its a few years old now but when i watched this show and then the film i just adored it. first of all, the show is the perfect kind of chill watch where not really much happens and yet a lot happens?? thats how me and my sister affectionately describe our favourite kind of shows bc they deal in the normal and everyday and manage to make it seem huge and beautiful and this series does that with one of my favourite tropes that i love to see crop up in j-bls which is an escape to the beach (and later the countryside), plus the show has the most awesome and well done early 2000s aesthetic that just fills me with nostalgia. but the film is a whole other thing. it pulls an old fashioned cupcake/cherry magic and gives us adults but unlike them shows us a story that is very grounded and real and serious, like they really said lets take this bl and actually make it a story about parenting and what a family can be and show just how complicated it all is and sometimes there is no winning and thats life. god its just beautiful, and theres still a deep and meaningful love story at the heart of it. just go watch it now if you haven't, or rewatch it if you haven't for a while.
second im picking eien no kinou and im prefacing this by saying i get why less people talk about this bc its not fun and some people dont wanna watch a story they know will be sad, but its also so important that it exists and i think it touches on some really tough topics and manages to tell them beautifully. and bc i havent seen much of what ppl say about this, idk what any consensus takes are but i felt very emotional watching this through the lens of erasure of queer relationships when it comes to loss, how sometimes when people aren't out or cant share their relationship, they become lost, or invisible, when someone is lost. and i mean... the queer experience is all-encompassing and such grief is something that should also be talked about when queerness can affect that process in a specific way, and while i dont think its easy to watch or revisit, its nevertheless important and beautiful
ive talked about some more heavy shows so i'm ending with if its with you, which is recent but even i pushed it to the side a little bc i liked i cannot reach you so much, but this show is kinda like the opposite to the ones above. i feel like people like a middle ground in their shows between drama and comfort, so while people dont talk as much about serious or sad shows, they also dont talk about the shows that are just nice. and this show is just that, bc its all about teaching someone thats had a bad experience that there is simple kindness in the world and its so heart-warming. i'll never forget the way ryuuji responded in that last ep when amane got nervous around the other kids, how he thought it would be this big think that he'd be mad about bc that's what happens in every show, but ryuuji was just like yeah its ok i understand and im not mad. just the pure kindness this show has to people feeling the way they feel is so refreshing and beautiful and it captures the high school simplicity of it all in a way that makes you step back as someone older and think huh yeah it really is just that easy, its just about happiness.
anyway, between this and the last response, i think by j-bl bias is jumping out a bit too much but thats the end of my rant, thank you for coming to my ted talk
❤️🧡💛bl ask game💚💙💜
#thank you so so much for the ask i havent had a good ramble in a while so it was good to get it out of my system#ask game
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Sorry this is so trash y'all, I was getting stressed out and had no idea where it was going. If you don't like OC children I suggest you don't read. Obanai is the character I'm labelled the most, so I still had a lot of fun with this though! If you zoom in real close you'll find my beautiful gf Megumi guest starring as Mitsuri too~~~
“If we ever get reborn, if we're born again as human beings, will you make me your wife?”
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Some things never changed, no matter the time, distance…number of reincarnations.
The famously red and yellow shock of hair inherited by all the descendants of the Rengoku family, for one. The scarred faces and hot tempers of the Shinazugawas, for another. The whiny cowardice and obsession with girls in the Agatsuma boys.
And the beautiful but tragic love story that was the romance between the former sour Serpent Pillar and sweet Love Pillar.
***
Sometimes when Mitsuri met up with Shinobu they’d talk about if, hypothetically, one day the Corps were no longer needed and demons no longer existed, what would they like to do?
“I’d really like it if Iguro-san and I got together! He’s so sweet to me, he even gave me these socks! He’s kind of cute too.”
“Would you really like to get married to someone as bitter as him?” Shinobu hid her trademark smile behind her teacup.
“Of course! If - if he’d have me. I’ve always wanted to have a big family with a lot of kids. Three or four? I’m not too sure, but we’d have so much fun together! I’d love to braid my girl’s hair or - ooh, or talk to them about boys, and if I did have any sons I’d love to cook for them! Oooh, do you think we could play sports together? I’m sure I could keep up.”
“...you’d do more than keep up, Mitsuri-chan.”
Parallel in eerily similar ways Obanai too would pour out the same musings to his best friend in the Corps over complaining about Tomioka’s face or simply just training together. The only differences, perhaps, was that Sanemi was getting fed up that Obanai was not making a move and the Serpent Pillar wasn’t so sure he’d make a good father…or that he even wanted children.
“When are you going to stop dreaming and complaining about whatever sunshiney marriage dream you’re having with Kanroji to me and actually tell her? Fxxking coward.” Sanemi deftly swung his sword with a lot more force than necessary, fed up with hearing Obanai make excuse after excuse as to why he hadn’t done anything yet. “Man up, grow some balls and go confess. You both are so obviously lovesick I want to throw up.”
“...soon.” Obanai blocked his hit. “But if you throw up, go do it somewhere else.”
Soon, soon, soon, the both of them repeatedly answered each time. Were they to know their tragic fate, their ‘soon’ never to come? They did plan to confess eventually, some day, one day.
Just never planned on regretting only having to do it while awaiting at death’s door, one to never see his love even in their dying moments, the other unable to hold him and really tell him exactly how much he meant to her - but the universe wasn’t that cruel.
***
Obanai Iguro, a man renowned for his godly level cooking and sharp tongue capable of rendering even the most rude of customers into tears. Obanai Iguro, a man known to his family as someone who rarely showed affection but could be counted on to always be there for them. Obanai Iguro, a man only known to cry once in his life when his beloved wife gave birth to their first born twin girls and pass out from worry when Mitsuri went into labor early with their happy accident baby Fuyu.
Obanai Iguro, who still wasn’t sure what he had done to earn such an amazing family for he wasn’t the best of saints, but thanked his lucky stars every day to wake up to -
“DAD! Can we go, please, please, pretty please?”
“MOM, STOP, I DON’T WANT A HAIRCUT -”
“Mama! Mama!”
“Where’s my chocolate bar? Fuyu! Nii-chan!”
“DADDY, I’M HEADING OUT!”
-the utter chaos that was their big family of seven on the weekends, the only two days when their famous diner didn’t open.
“WHAT?” Obanai rarely raised his voice - his acidic, disappointed tone was always enough to scold his five children - but for once surprise had taken him by…well, surprise. With a stack of cereal bowls in one hand and their youngest in the other he dashed out faster than a demon of the kitchen and loomed (as well as he could with his lack of height anyway) menacingly at the newcomer standing at the threshold of their cluttered living room. “Baby, you never said you’d be going out today…at least not with this scumbag.”
“Daddy, please, can you not be so weird about it?” Oh, he should’ve known something was up the moment his second oldest and precious princess Junko had come home three days ago giggling like a maniac on her phone. Jeez, why couldn’t she stay a cute little four year old forever? Now all these teenage boys were coming over to taint his golden girl.
Out of the five, Junko was the one that resembled Mitsuri the most, even in looks with her magenta hair that her mother fawned over putting in double pigtail braids and bright green eyes always turned up in half-moons from her smiling. Adorable from the moment she was born. Cheerful no matter what. The most loving and clingy to both her parents. Truly a daddy’s girl; and there was no way Obanai was letting her go off with some ‘just a friend who also happens to be the opposite gender’.
But it did make a lot of sense guys would chase after her just like they did with Mitsuri…still, what if she got her innocent little heart broken? What if she got dumped halfway? What if that bright sunshine she had eternally been faded after the certain failure this so-called hangout would be?
He glared daggers irritably at the poor boy in question, and even looking as frazzled as he did from cooking seven breakfasts in a row he managed to make the receiver squirm a little. Okay, a lot.
But to the boy’s credit he still managed to muster an awkward, shy smile and held out a hand. “Hi, Mr. Iguro! I’m Kaito - if it’s alright with you can Junko come to the park with me? If I’m interrupting your family time I’ll come back another day!”
Hmph. He seemed nice enough but the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead was obvious to everyone. Clearly not a very brave one. What would he do if they got cornered by those neighborhood bullies the Iguro’s third born was always going head to toe with? Run, probably, no doubt. With spiky, tousled hair and rumpled clothes like that he probably wasn’t too bothered about his appearance. Lack of hygiene: red flag right there, Obanai was sure.
Junko edged closer to her father, playing with the edge of her skirt (oh, so he was why she had been taking so long to dress this morning) nervously. “Daddy, come on, you don’t have to be so threatening. Kaito’s…nice.”
She colored up pretty fast and Obanai narrowed his eyes. “Absolutely not. You’re not going to go gallivanting the countryside with this…whatever he is.”
Kaito cleared his throat. “I live a few buildings down if that helps?”
Maybe Mitsuri might’ve let Junko go off with a lot of squealing about how cute they were and encouraging this “young love”, but Obanai would rather lose his arms and sight and life then agree to it. “No. Not with a boy, not ever.”
“Dad, come on, please?”
Oh god, not the puppy eyes. Obanai stared up for a beat wondering what deity had blessed his daughters with such enormous doe eyes he could never say no to and how could he track him down before averting eye contact and muttering “fine”.
“ThankyousomuchIloveyoualotDadthankyousomuch!” Ah well, maybe it couldn’t hurt once in a while to let his little dove leave the nest if he got to see her beam so brightly all the spotlights in the world faded to gray and hug him so tightly.
“Be back by evening or I’ll have his head and put it on a spike outside the restaurant!” He made a “I’m-watching-you-so-you-better-not-do-anything-to-my-baby” gesture at this Kaito when they left. Why did she have to grow up so fast?
“Is he serious?” Obanai heard Kaito asking as they ran off.
“...I mean, he did tie up someone and left them outside for a day because they gave Kyoka a flower on White Day, but don’t worry! Daddy’s really nice!”
“You better not do the same,” Obanai grumbled down at the toddler clinging to him, fast asleep and drooling as he headed back to the kitchen. “You’re going to be the only girl left in this house who hasn’t gone into their teenager phase, Fuyu.”
Fuyu sighed softly and clung on even more, as if she understood what he was saying. Her tiny, puffy pink ponytail tickled his neck, as did the nagging suspicion that today’s adventures and problems hadn’t come to an end yet.
“DAD! COME UP, COME UP! MOM’S FIGHTING WITH KYOKA!”
“Dad, can you come up?”
“OBANAI, PLEASE GET UP HERE NOW!”
Aaand another problem arose to deal with. Who was he to deny any of Mitsuri’s, his queen, requests, so up he went as fast as he could after dumping the dishes in the sink to be washed another time.
***
Mitsuri loved her children a lot, and that was obvious to even an outsider. She had never punished them once, always stopped to give them attention individually, constantly showered them in sugary confections, agreed to even the most ridiculous of games, played good cop every time they got into trouble and never, ever, raised a hand or used her crazily unnatural strength against them.
Until her eldest daughter Kyoka hit her fourteenth birthday apparently - as much as it pained her to do it she was pinning her down to the chair with all her strength to prevent her daughter’s desperate attempts to escape while Torao watched with wide eyes and Kenji excitedly explained the whole thing to Obanai.
Why oh why couldn’t she be as easy going as her twin Junko or as compliant as Torao or as agreeable as Kenji? Heck, even Fuyu was a little less rebellious than Kyoka when she was in her moods.
Not that Mitsuri was saying she wanted to change her daughter’s personality, oh no, never. She’d give up all the sakura mochi in the world before that happened. Kyoka was the most responsible girl anyone could ask for and had won so many awards at school the wall was running out of space for framed certificates. But honestly she could be rather…stubborn at times.
Strangers and customers often commented on the amazing genetic spread between all of her five children, a perfect mix of her and darling Obanai: Kyoka had received her dad’s black hair and blue eyes with her mother’s beauty marks and strength of ten men; her fraternal twin Junko had inherited her pink and green scheme but Obanai’s petite frame; the boys Kenji and Torao had black hair mixed with pink beginnings and fading green ends respectively; Fuyu her mother’s candy floss hair and dad’s captivating golden yellow eyes. Mitsuri delightedly reveled in cutting, combing and styling them ever since they were young…
“Mom, please, for the last time, MY BANGS ARE FINE!”
“Kyoka, they’re too long and it’s slanted, I told you you shouldn’t have cut them yourself -”
“You weren’t free at the time, besides, this is the current trend anyways -”
But how could she have known it was going to be absolute hell now to give Kyoka’s short, unevenly sliced hair a trim?
“I don’t see what’s trendy if it’s getting in your eyes!”
“She’s been rubbing them a lot lately,” Torao piped up, but cringed when Kyoka shot him her signature death stare and hid behind Obanai.
“Just let me cut them, Kyoka,” Mitsuri repeated, exasperated for the first time in history. Even Fuyu seemed to tense in her sleep. “Why are you being so insistent about having them in your eyes like that?”
“...Ryota said they looked cool.”
Once again the stark contrast between Mitsuri and Obanai’s personalities revealed itself as it did daily when faced with the realization their girls were at that age where boys had a lot of impact in their choices.
“KYAAAAAAH, WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO? I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE DOING THIS TO IMPRESS HIM!”
At once Mitsuri exploded into sheer joy, glee and anticipation, grabbing her eldest into a crushing hug, crying that her little girl was all grown up and ready to go look for her soulmate; Kyoka awkwardly returned it with a red face.
Obanai, on the other hand, looked like he was in the middle of a seizure, but that was a story for later.
“WE SHOULD GO TO SHOPPING TOGETHER, IT’S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE WE BOUGHT YOU NEW DRESSES!” Mitsuri took a deep breath to calm herself, then launched into a barrage of rapid fire interrogation. “Have you made a first move? Is he showing any signs of being interested? What’s he like? Have you both gone on any dates yet?”
“Mom, please, it’s not that big of a deal! He just sits behind me!” Kyoka averted her eyes and shrank further into her untidy fringe. “...I don’t think Dad’s gonna like him much though.”
Mitsuri’s eyes gleamed. Ah, an opportunity for a little mother-daughter bonding time with a lil’ boy talk. Of course she’d wind up telling Obanai one day - she was almost as bad as the Kamado family at lying - but it’d be fun while it lasted. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our secret.”
***
Mitsuri had been so enthusiastic about having a backyard when they had bought the house that Obanai had relented from his steadfast argument of not creating a garden even without flowers (bad enough he had to wear a face mask 24/7 to filter pollen) and they had come to the agreement that it would at least have be a mini playground for the kids - a lone, squeaking tire swing, abandoned bikes and littered toys today all ignored in favour of a -
“DAD, DAD, DAD, CHECK THIS OUT! I FOUND A WORM!”
“Put it back!”
“Come on, I want to show Dad! I won’t hurt it!”
“Ew, don’t hold it to my face! Drop it back in the dirt!”
“Blep!”
“Nii-chan, don’t give it to Fuyu! She’ll eat it! NO, DON’T GIVE IT TO ME!”
Kyoka shrieked when Kenji deliberately dangled the worm in front of her, causing her to drop the phone she had been scrolling on with Fuyu on her lap. Torao took the opportunity to run away from his elder brother and hide behind Mitsuri standing at the doorway. Obanai wished he had a camera right then to capture the moment because her cheeks were red and puffed out from a terrible attempt to stop her giggling but unfortunately he was still fuming over losing his daughter to a…ugh, he couldn’t even say it.
“Eh, Torao?! Don’t you wanna try holding it?! You’re always so freaked out over a little insect!!!”
Kenji had always reminded Mitsuri of someone on the edge of her brain but she couldn’t remember what - or who. As the years went on it began to push deeper and deeper, the way he unnecessarily shouted his words in excitement, his fire-bright personality and how he easily looked out for his younger brother like it was nothing. The feeling was usually accompanied by a wave of sadness (grief?), even more so the day he brought home a friend he introduced as Tojuro, but she couldn’t deny it was such a blessing to have him around.
“I don’t want to! Just leave it be!”
Torao…on the other hand….where he got his shy, socially anxious genes from Obanai to this day was still wracking his brains over. Of course he was more than happy to indulge in him when he chose to stay home instead of going out to some friend’s party (less chances of getting picked up by some - shudder - girl!) but honestly he was terrified of everything and unbeknownst to him his dad had already plans to braven him up a little which may or may not involve some hostages (god did that Kamado boy irritate him but since he was Torao’s only friend he refrained from making…most of the complaints).
“Neeeeh! Worm!” Fuyu squealed and tried to reach for Kenji, squirming around in Kyoka’s death grip, a feebly cute attempt that had Mitsuri clapping her hands delightedly to catch the worm. Kyoka wrinkled her nose and took another step back.
“Dad, can you just get Kenji to - OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, DAD, HE’S THROWING THE WORM AT YOU!”
Perhaps he would’ve noticed, picked up the worm and thrown it back into the bushes on a normal day, but he was still staring hard at a blushing Mitsuri and wishing for a camera and half-heartedly reaching for the quivering Torao behind him.
Perhaps on a normal day he would’ve simply just made a sarcastic comment when the worm then landed on the top of his black and white striped shirt and flick it off, but today he was NOT expecting that and proceeded to yelp (the likes of which never have been heard of from OBANAI IGURO) and jump up and shake it off desperately.
“KYAAAAAH!” Mitsuri exploded into laughter, collapsing to her feet while Kyoka and Torao stared in horror.
That was almost enough for Obanai to forgive Kenji, but not quite.
“Oh you sneaky little snake -”
None of them knew it but maybe, just maybe, a little bit of their former Pillar selves returned when Obanai tackled Kenji to the ground and in turn Mitsuri had to tackle him off.
***
“Obanai?”
Strange. Usually it would be Mitsuri who fell asleep first but judging from her voice she wasn’t the least bit sleepy. Even more strange when Fuyu hadn’t caused any trouble that night; she lay peacefully drooling in between them.
He blinked the gunk out of his eyes. “Yeah?”
“I’m so happy, you know that? I thought I couldn’t be when we started dating, then I was wrong when we opened the diner together, when we got married - Kyoka, Junko, Kenji, Torao, Fuyu…especially.” Mitsuri rolled over to face him, a sweet smile curving up her emerald eyes. “Thank you so much for all this.”
Obanai, careful not to nudge Fuyu, reached over to take Mitsuri’s hand. “Should be thanking you, stupid. Thanks for…loving me even though I’ve got the personality of a lemon.”
That got a laugh out of her. “You can be pretty sweet when you want to. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you!”
“Why just stop at this one?” Obanai turned his head slightly, perfectly serious.
“True! It’ll be so amazing! Do you think we met in a past life too, Obanai?”
“Maybe. I don’t really care as long as you’re here right now.”
“See, you can be sweet when you want to,” Mitsuri giggled softly, squeezing his hand. “Although you were pretty salty with Kaito when he came to drop Junko off. That was so mean, honestly. I hope you aren’t going to do that with Ryota.”
“He had it coming, taking her away like that - hold up, who’s Ryota?”
Mitsuri ultimately failed again at holding her laughter and woke up the whole household falling out of bed.
***
“Of course. If you say you're fine with someone like me, then I will definitely make you happy.”
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I'm a fresh college student looking for churches (of Christ) nearby, do you have any recommendations on what to look for/what questions to ask? I've grown up in the same church pretty much all my life so RN I'm just kind of going based on vibes
Ooh, how exciting! I mean, I'm pretty new at the whole Church Hunt thing too (the church I attended in college just sort of fell in my lap), but I can tell you sort of what I'm doing.
So the first thing I did, before I even moved to town, was just a sort of general search for what churches are there in my new area. I made a list of the ones that are worth exploring based on denomination: for me that's Presbyterian, Reformed, and open to Lutheran but not first choice. Then, I made a list of the qualities that I'm looking for in a church, which is the basis of my spreadsheet.
Before I started visiting churches, I hopped onto all my contenders' websites and did a little snooping. I read through their statement of faith/"What We Believe" pages and also looked at what sorts of people they had on staff and in leadership. This was mainly to avoid any red flags, but it also helped me get a feel for the churches' general theological values and what polity might look like. I'll be asking much deeper questions about this stuff down the line, but this way I at least have a good idea what to expect. I'm also planning to do some further reading on denominations and creeds and whatnot before visiting for the churches where I'm not as familiar with their affiliation.
I did my first church visit last week and updated my spreadsheet with impressions. I chatted for a few minutes with visitor information on the way out with a couple of questions I'd prepared ahead of time. I will say, though, this was probably the church where I had the best idea going in what I was going to get, so I did go a little easy.
The question-asking is actually the part I'm most excited about, and I have been ever since I was little. At some point when I was a kid, my mom described the process of asking the information people questions to try to gauge the church's various stances and for whatever reason it just sounded super fun.
So like, the PCA church I visited last week, my questions were mostly about polity. I wanted to know if the process was smooth last time they had to nominate a pastor, what the turnover rate of the session is like (PCA churches don't have term limits for elders generally, which I don't like), that sort of thing. If I'm well enough, I'll be attending the EPC church tomorrow, and if I do that I'll have a whole lot of polity questions AND a bunch of theological and a few political questions, because EPC is a much looser denomination than PCA.
Once I've done my first round of visits, I'll see if there's a clear frontrunner and hopefully at that point start looking to attend one of the churches regularly if there is. If not, I'll bounce around a little and then try to settle. I'll have another round of questions before I pursue membership (mostly polity- I got really badly hurt by polity issues at the church where I grew up and want to make sure whatever church I attend now is healthy and structures-driven), but that's a little ways off yet.
This is probably way more exhaustive than you were looking for, but that's my process. If other older, more experienced folks want to chime in with their own approaches, that's fine by me!
Best of luck to you, my friend! I'm sure God has a great place for you to worship ♥️
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WIP Wednesday
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takes place after this snippet
kinda hate it kinda need second opinions
During the first few months of Michelle's first becoming captain, she was on a call to help save someone who happened to be in witness protection for a high profile case for the Texas Rangers led by his dad. Unfortunately, the witness ended up dying. And Gabriel Reyes was pissed off. Since Michelle was the captain of the scene, she ended up being blamed for the witness' passing. Despite him being shot four times - once in the head - Gabriel still claimed Michelle should've done more to save him. Michelle argued that no, she did everything she could, it's just that sometimes there isn't anything to stop death.
Thus started the feud.
No one likes a faerie feud. Especially faeries.
Constant petty gifts to each other. The passive aggressiveness was never ending. A faerie feud meant that the two faeries (and their families) were in a war over who could out-petty each other with the most demeaning gifts. Gabriel will send her cheap tequila. Michelle will send Gabriel pamphlets on how to express his feelings in a positive manner. Gabriel will send Michelle simple guides on how to season food. Michelle will send Gabriel a bottle of expensive tequila, and in confusion Gabriel took a shot only to find it was filled with water.
And in the mess of it all, was Carlos and Iris.
Both fresh out of high school - Iris more so than Carlos - they had themselves to deal with the feud. Both of them still best friends before and throughout this whole debacle. Because faerie law required that since Gabriel and Michelle were at war that meant all the Reyes and Blakes were at war, they made sure to meet up together in secret. They were modern day Romeo and Juliet. If Romeo was gay and best friends with Juliet.
“This whole thing is stupid,” Iris says to him one day. They were at their old spot underneath the football bleachers. Neither of them were particularly athletic in high school, but they liked to sneak out here during boring classes sometimes. “Any idea when this is going to end?”
Carlos shook his head. “Dad’s stubborn. You know it’s not gonna end anytime soon. Michelle could always wave a white flag. She’s more level headed.”
Iris rolls her eyes. “You’re kidding me, right? Remember that one time at the ranch when we tried to get Duchess to follow the trail but instead she wanted to trot around in the grass? That’s Michelle.”
Carlos leans his head against the metal railings. He’s more familiar with Iris than he is with Michelle. Only meeting her a handful of times. Both her and Iris’ mom knew he was gay before his own parents. He felt more comfortable coming out to people who seem to have no judgment or barriers like the Blakes than the Reyes do. His parents…he loves them. He does. But him being gay, he knows that changes things. However it turns out it made no difference. For no better or worse.
Then this fucking feud started.
“So what? We have to live with this now? Us sneaking around to hang out like spies?”
Iris’ eyes lit up. “Ooh, I like the sound of that! Could be fun. Agent Blake and Agent Reyes.”
Carlos gives her a wry smile. One that Iris meets. Both of them know it’s a temporary solution.
“Or,” Iris jumps in front of him, getting his full attention. “We could get married.”
“What?”
“Carlos, whenever us faeries get married, in-laws can’t fight. Think about it. We won’t do the naming bond, that’s out of the question. I don’t want your name.” Carlos bristles at that. Part of him is insulted that she wouldn’t want to have his name, the other relieved. He loves Iris, but giving her his name? To have him at her mercy for the rest of his life? He shudders to think of it. “But you’re finally eighteen, there’s no reason we can’t go to the courthouse and just-” she shrugs. “Get it done and over with.”
“Iris, you really know how to sweep a guy off his feet, you know that?”
Rolling her eyes, she punches him not-so-lightly in the shoulder. “Come on, man. Would you really rather deal with another tacky neon work tie or another information pamphlet on the best family therapists?” Carlos turned away, his face shuttering off. That last one was a low blow from Michelle. He knows she meant well with the gift. It’s just that the Reyes aren’t ones to talk about things like that. He remembers when her gift was delivered in their mail. Gabriel took one look at it before ripping it up and throwing it in the trash. The only reason Carlos knew what it was is because he was the one who got the mail.
“No.”
"So? Let's go do it! Once they see the marriage certificate they have to stop the feud!”
And so after a few more minutes of Iris' conjoling, they were husband and wife.
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before i knew it - steddie oneshot
Steve looked at the clock for the fifth time within a ten-minute span. He groaned loudly and Robin chuckled behind him.
“Looking at the clock isn’t going to make it go any faster Steve.” She said as he turned to look at her. She was flipping through yet another magazine, occasionally showing him a page that had a half-naked model promoting Coca-Cola or fancy perfume. Sex sells as they say.
“I know.” He said but he turned his eyes once more to look at the clock. “I just don’t know how it’s only been ten minutes.” He whined. The shift had been dragging on more than usual, it was extremely slow for a Tuesday. Even if they had a two-for-one deal going on for the summer. Keith had implemented the system to draw more traffic to the store, and most days it worked. Today was the odd exception.
The bell chimed, indicating that someone had walked in. Steve turned to the door about to welcome whoever came through. But stopped once he saw Dustin walk through the door, well it was more of a limp. His leg is still in the process of healing from the jump he made into the upside down to save Eddie.
“Hey Dusty!” He said with a smirk. He knew the boy got tired of the constant teasing surrounding the nickname that Suzie had given him. But Steve was allowed to poke fun at the kid, occasionally.
“Hey, Steven.” He shot back with his eyes scowling at Steve, he knew that was one of the things he could not stand to be called.
Steve rolled his eyes at the comment. And even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was glad Dustin came into the store on occasion, especially today. He needed any distraction from the time loop he felt he was in.
“What’s up?” He asked leaning on the counter, watching Dustin immediately go to the mature section of the store. Had Keith been in, Steve would have not allowed Dustin the chance to even browse the films they had located at the back of the store. But he couldn’t care less, as long as he didn’t get caught renting a rated R film to the kid.
“Why don’t we have a movie night, my mom won’t let me take home a horror movie that is above PG-13. So, I was thinking you could host? He says casually, picking up The Shining.
Robin finally looks up from her magazine. “Ooh, I love that movie!” Dustin looks proud of his choice when Robin says this. It was quite adorable how much the kids liked Robin; she was always on their side, so it made sense.
“So, what do you say? Friday?”
They both look at him with big eyes and how can he say no to them? He rolls his eyes and nods “Sure why not, my parents are at a work event.” The house gets lonely without anyone in it anyway, he thinks but chooses to keep that to himself.
“Yes!!” Dustin and Robin high-five.
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The next few shifts at Family Video roll by, thankfully being a bit steadier with customers. Steve was working alone on Friday; he was okay with the quiet, but he did miss Robin’s entertaining ranting about Vickie. They had gotten closer since that day making sandwiches together. Steve felt proud of how far Robin had gone from only observing Vickie in private to finally getting to hang out with her more.
He was finishing up with sweeping, moving on to the next task that needed to be done before closing. He still had an hour, so he wasn’t rushing through the list. He sorted the tapes that had been returned into the correct genre, moving them to their designated spot on the shelves.
The familiar sound of the doorbell rang through the store.
“Welcome to the family video, how can I help you?” He turned and was met with none other than Eddie Munson, his all-familiar grin stretched across his face.
“Howdy Harrington.” He walked over to where Steve was standing and grabbed one of the tapes from his hand. The movement caused their hands to brush against one another gently. “Oh Labyrinth! I’ve been meaning to watch this one.” The movie had just been released the month He had wanted to watch it himself, mainly because David Bowie looked kind of badass in the film and he would probably watch anything with the man in it.
Shaking off thoughts of Bowie he grabbed the tape and set it in its correct slot, under recently released. “Couldn’t wait to see me, Munson, you just had to stop in huh?” Steve says returning two other tapes to their spot before moving behind the counter, slightly leaning over it.
“Wait do we have plans that I forgot about or something?” Eddie says looking confused and that’s when it hits Steve, he forgot to invite him to movie night.
“Shit! I forgot to call you after my shift Tuesday. Dustin wanted to have a movie night and I thought I had mentioned it to you.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t have to come, I don’t want you to feel forced to invite me or something” Eddie says as he shifts around awkwardly, while he avoids looking at Steve.
“No! Of course, you’re invited. I want you to come.”
“Really?” He then looks at Steve, a small smile creeping onto his face.
“Of course, I mean if you don’t have anything on the go tonight. It also wouldn’t hurt to have an extra person to tame the kids,” Steve says, and Eddie lets out a loud laugh.
“Well, if you insist on my presence Stevie, of course, I’ll come.”
Steve rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smile on his face. “Good. It starts at 9 tonight, at my place, so I’ll see you then?”
“See you then,” Eddie nods at him before turning and walking out of the store.
Steve runs a hand through his hair, looking over at the time. It’s nearly time for him to go home, so he begins to clean the rest of the store. As he walks past the shelf of new releases, he grabs Labyrinth and rents the film before closing.
Any excuse to see Eddie again.
-
“Okay, so we have snacks, non-alcoholic drinks, alcoholic drinks, cups, napkins.” Robin lists all the things that Steve has shoved into the cart. “And we’re ordering pizza, correct? Do you think this is enough?” She asks as she pushes the cart towards the checkout.
“I think we’re good. On another note, I almost forgot to invite Eddie, he came into work before I realized I hadn’t called him Tuesday.”
“I knew you would forget! This is why I plan things.” She says and he wants to roll his eyes, but he knows she’s right.
They make their way to the cash to pay and then they load everything in Steve’s car before making their way to his house.
-
Just after they’ve set everything up the doorbell rings and Robin yells that she’s going to answer. Mike and Will are the first to arrive. They greet Steve and he lets them know to help themselves to any of the snacks that are displayed in front of him.
“So what are we watching?” Will asked grabbing a drink from the counter and opening it.
“The Shining,” Steve replies.
“Shit.” Will looks a little bummed out at the movie selection, he hadn’t admitted to anyone that he didn’t enjoy horror movies anymore. Not since being trapped in the upside down.
“Hey, I’m here. You can hold my hand if you get too scared.” Mike says, bumping his shoulder into Will’s.
Will smiles and looks down before a blush covered his cheeks.
Steve can’t help but think about how cute the gesture was as Robin answers the door once again.
Dustin, Lucas, Max, and El all come into the kitchen. Dustin helps himself to some of the munchies and Steve looks at the time.
It was only 9 now but he hoped Eddie hadn’t forgotten about the plans they had made.
“Alright! Let’s get set up.” Steve claps his hands together and leads the kids into the living room.
Robin sets up the movie but doesn’t press play just yet. They all break out into their own conversations, as they wait to see if Eddie joins them.
“I wish I dared to invite Vickie. But I don’t want to freak her out and rush into things” Robin says her leg bouncing up and down quickly.
“Hey, don’t overthink things. Next time we all hang out just casually bring it up and see how she reacts.” Steve attempts to comfort her but before he can continue there’s a knock at the door. “I got it.”
He swings the door open, Eddie’s standing there wearing his usual get-up. He had on black ripped jeans and a band tee. He smiles at Steve looking a little out of place.
“Hey! You came.” Steve smiles and stands to the side, gesturing for him to come in.
“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss the chance to mess with you.” Eddie grins at him, walking into the house.
Steve rolls his eyes, trying to fight a smile. “In my own house too. Want a beer?” He asks, walking over to the fridge and grabbing two but then he grabs another for Robin.
“Thanks.” Eddie winks at him as he turns to walk into the living room.
Steve lets out a quick sigh, cracking open the drink to distract himself before joining the others who were impatiently waiting, mainly Dustin.
-
Horror movies had never been Steve’s favourite genre to watch but he didn’t mind if it made the kids happy. He sat between Robin and Eddie.
The opening credits began and Steve shifted a bit in his seat. Eddie glances over at him and gives him a look that asks if he’s okay.
Steve smiles at him and nods. Then Eddie moves his leg slightly so that it’s touching Steve’s leg.
A blush creeps onto Steve’s face but thankfully it’s dark in the room as the movie starts.
-
Jack is screaming on screen, surrounded by the cold and Steve lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He’s relieved that the movie is over, although it wasn’t too scary he jumped at a few scenes only to have a hand placed on his thigh to ground him.
He was thankful that the room was even darker than when the film started, he didn’t know why he was reacting so strongly to Eddie’s slight touches but he couldn’t help it.
The two hadn’t always been close, but after almost dying in the upside down together they grew closer. Eddie would come to visit him and Robin at work, teasing Steve any chance he got, and even though they were constantly bickering Steve wouldn’t trade it for the world.
He stood up as the end credits rolled on screen, grabbed the empty cans that littered his living room, and walked off to the kitchen.
Robin was behind him with the empty bowls they had used for popcorn, “So did you like the movie?” She asked as she set them down on the counter.
“Yeah, it was good.” He spoke as he grabbed another beer from the fridge.
“I wasn’t sure if you were even paying attention.” She teased with a soft smile on her face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You and - Eddie seemed to be distracted.” She whispered his name as a way of keeping their conversation for their ears only.
Steve took a drink and narrowed his eyes at her. “We we’re watching the movie, Robin.”
“I know, I know. I just noticed how close you two got. That’s all.” She wasn’t saying this to call him out but he certainly felt like it was.
“I think he knows I don’t like horror movies, I guess I might’ve mentioned that I still have nightmares about what happened and he was just trying to be nice.”
She looked sympathetic at this and she nodded. “I wish I could talk to Vickie about mine. But she wouldn’t understand.”
“
Steve had just dropped off Max, her trailer being the last stop before heading across the street to Eddie’s. He was well aware of the fact that he could drop them both off at the same time but he always wanted to make sure he saw everyone enter their house safely. Eddie pointed out this fact.
“I want to make sure you get home safe,” Steve mutters under his breath.
“What was that Harrington? Could barely hear ya.” He has a smirk on his face.
“Your face is gonna get stuck like that someday you know that right?” Steve says with a laugh. He parks the car as they reach Eddie’s trailer.
Silence fills the car but not for long before Steve reaches over Eddie to open the compartment on his side. He pulls out the Labyrinth tape and hands it to Eddie.
“I thought you might want to watch this, it’s been getting rented like crazy so I figured I’d grab it while I could.”
Eddie looks at the tape and then back at Steve, his big brown eyes looking at him and he grins. “Thank you, man I’ve wanted to see David Bowie’s ass in -“ He stops suddenly realizing what he just said.
“Can’t say I blame you,” Steve replies cooly, not wanting to make him feel embarrassed about his confession.
“We could watch it together if you wanted to.”
“I’d like that.”
Eddie opens the door to get out of the car, but he turns suddenly and gives Steve a half hug. Steve can’t help but take in the scent of cigarettes and a woodsy musk smell. “Thank you again for tonight and this.”
“Of course.” He says, biting his lip to refrain himself from saying something dumb like how good he thinks Eddie smells.
“Goodnight Stevie.”
“Goodnight Eddie.”
-
Steve gets home to his now empty house, he unlocks the door and walks in. He had gotten used to the fact that his parents were never home. As a teenager, he had been thankful but now he didn’t know how to feel.
After a shower he sits on his bed, looking at the bare walls in his bedroom. He felt out of place in his room. His thoughts always got dark as the night went on, the later it got the more he was consumed with loneliness.
He looks over to the phone on his nightstand, he debates calling Robin but remembers she was having a sleepover with Vickie. The thought crosses his mind before he realizes he’s dialed Eddie’s number.
He almost hangs up after the second ring but instead, he hears him pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
He sighs before saying, “Hey.” His voice comes out softer than intended.
“Haven’t had enough of me yet huh Harrington.” He can almost see the smirk stretched across his face.
He laughs softly. “Guess not, you’re just too irresistible Eddie.” He says it jokingly but he knows he means the words.
“What’s up? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, listen this might be stupid but I was wondering if I could maybe, like buy some weed off you?” He asks and then continues “But it’s super late and I know I should’ve asked earlier. So it's okay if you can’t.”
“No- yeah of course. You’re in luck. I just got a delivery yesterday. Premium shit, I’m telling you.” Eddie doesn’t sound annoyed and he sighs a sigh of relief. “Come over in 10?”
Steve nods and then realizes that he can’t see him. “See you soon.”
-
He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous as he pulls into Eddie’s driveway. Or maybe he does but doesn’t want to admit to it. He shuts off the car and bites his lip nervously.
“You got this, it’s just Eddie.” He mutters to himself, just Eddie.
He locks the car behind him and walks up the steps. Knocking gently on the door. He hears shuffling inside and the door swings open. Eddie was wearing a pair of sweatpants which shocks Steve. He’s never seen the boy in anything but jeans and a t-shirt, alongside his jean jacket. He shakes off the thought and notices Eddie staring at him.
“Earth to Steve!” He waves a hand in front of his face.
“Sorry,” Steve says quietly before Eddie bows his arms out dramatically in front of him.
“You may enter my humble abode.” To which Steve chuckles but he walks by him and into the dimly lit trailer.
“So how much are you looking to buy?” Eddie questions him as he leads him into his bedroom and motions for him to sit on his bed. He opens his metal lunch box and grabs a huge baggie filled with weed.
“Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t smoked in a while.” He says hesitantly and scratches the back of his neck looking at Eddie. “I brought 50$, Is that even enough?”
Eddie lets out a loud laugh, “Dude, be my guest and buy 50$ worth. But I don’t think you’ll be needing that much Harrington.”
Steve feels slightly embarrassed by his lack of knowledge when it comes to a drug deal. Eddie must notice the change in demeanor so he sits down next to him.
“Hey, how about you start with 5g. It’s plenty of bang for your buck, and should last you quite a while.” He reaches to touch Steve’s arm gently, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to poke fun at you.”
Steve can feel the heat radiating off his arm, he looks down to see Eddie’s ring-covered hand on him. “No, it’s okay. Don’t apologize. I just feel kinda silly doing this.”
“Since you’re my newest customer, how about you sample some product before you commit to buying.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Steve with a smile on his face.
“You do this with all your customers?” Steve asks.
“Just my favourites.” Eddie says with a wink. He then stands up, opening the first drawer of his dresser. Pulling out a small tin, removing a perfectly rolled joint out and a lighter.
“Come with me.”
-
They make their way onto Eddie’s roof. Steve somehow manages to hoist himself up without much of a struggle. Not wanting to face-plant in front of Eddie.
He sits next to him and watches as Eddie cups a hand to light the joint. Eddie takes a long drag, the tip of the joint lighting bright red as he sucks in.
“Enjoying the view?” He laughs passing Steve the joint.
“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbles before cautiously lifting the joint to his lips. Inhaling deeply before passing it back to Eddie. As soon as he does, he’s coughing up a lung. Eddie laughs softly next to him.
“You good?”
Steve coughs a few more times before raising his thumb at him.
“Never better.” He says before coughing once more.
Eddie chuckles and takes a few more hits before once again handing it to Steve.
He grabs it, and brings it to his lips before inhaling. He doesn’t breathe in as aggressively this time. He breathes out, the smoke spilling out of his mouth. He takes another hit before handing it back to Eddie, who’s been watching him closely the whole time.
“Enjoying the view?” He says smugly, using Eddie’s words against him.
“I am actually.”
Steve can’t tell if he’s imagining the words coming out of his mouth or if he’s truly said it so casually. He feels his face get hot, but he’s not sure if it’s because of his comment or the weed having its effect. Steve giggles bumping their shoulders together, before he lays down looking up at the sky.
“Shit, it’s so pretty.” He gasps as he watches the night sky above him. He feels Eddie lay down next to him after putting out the joint on the roof.
“Why do you think I come out here to smoke?” He asks before looking at Steve next to him. He smiles just watching Steve be so enthralled with the stars.
“I could get used to this.”
“You know you’re always welcome to come smoke with me.” Eddie says before adding “or you know, to just hang out.”
Steve suddenly feels dizzy looking at the sky, so he turns on his side just looking at Eddie. “I’d like that.”
“Man, your eyes are so red!” Eddie laughs as Steve protests.
“Are not!”
“They so are. Your eyes don’t usually look like that. As if they could get any prettier.” He seems to almost regret the words as soon as they come out.
“If anyone has pretty eyes, it’s you,” Steve said calmly looking up into said pretty eyes.
Eddie was pretty. Everything about him made Steve nervous. And the way he looked at him made him melt. The way he was looking at him now was dangerous. The high he was feeling was nothing compared to being around him.
Steve reaches his hand out to poke Eddie’s nose. “Boop!”
Eddie laughs which makes Steve laugh and they sit there giggling like children.
-
Steve stumbles down the roof, still not managing to stifle his laughter.
“Jump and I’ll catch you.” He says up to Eddie whose legs are dangling off the side of the trailer.
“Absolutely not!”
“Come on, you scared?” Steve challenges him and he can see Eddie’s made up his mind. Without much warning, he jumps down.
Steve manages to catch him, well for a moment at least. They both fall to the ground and Eddie groans next to him. Hitting his shoulder lightly.
“You said you’d catch me, you dick.” But he’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe.
“I did catch you!” He protests but he knows he barely did.
Eddie finally catches his breath and stands up, reaching a hand down to help Steve up.
Steve grabs his hand and is then yanked upwards, his head spins from the abrupt movement.
Then he’s chest to chest with Eddie, they are a lot closer than he anticipated but he’s not complaining. He feels Eddie’s hand snake behind his waist to stabilize him and his breath catches in his throat.
“You okay?” He asks softly. And Steve can only manage to nod, not trusting his voice. It would be so easy to just tilt his head up and kiss him but he pulls away.
“Just really baked.” He says, flushed because of the thoughts swirling around in his head.
“Let’s head to bed, yeah?”
-
They make their way into Eddie’s room. The unspoken agreement that Steve was not driving home made him relax a bit.
“Here.” Eddie handed him a pair of pants and a shirt to wear since Steve had been dressed in his usual jeans and polo tee. He thanked him before heading into the bathroom to change. He glances at himself in the mirror and immediately knows why Eddie commented on his eyes being red. They were glossy and his pupils were larger than usual.
He strips down, changing into the comfy clothes that he had been given. The shirt smells comforting, even though it's probably a generic laundry detergent lingering on the clothes. It still smelled like Eddie.
He walks over to the bedroom door that’s open ajar, he tells himself not to peek before knocking but he can’t help but steal a glance at Eddie who’s putting on a shirt. He then backs away from the door quickly so he isn’t caught creeping on him. He knocks gently and Eddie swings the door open.
They both head to the bed and Steve yawns as he lays down. It’s quiet for a minute or two before he turns on his side, similar to the position they had been in on the roof.
“Thanks for letting me come over tonight, I just didn’t want to be alone tonight.” He says the weed in his system makes it easier to be vulnerable without too much regret.
“I know what you mean, I used to like being alone. But ever since…” Eddie trails off and Steve puts his hand over him, rubbing his thumb gently over his hand.
Eddie looks up at him before continuing “It’s like I wake up from a dream and think I’m back there.”
Silence fills the room once again as Steve thinks about what to say.
“I’m really glad you’re here. I don’t know how I could’ve gone on without you.” He admits looking up at him again.
“Steve..”
“I mean it, Eddie, I know I dance around things sometimes but I’m so glad I got there in time. Because you mean a lot to me. Okay?”
Steve hadn’t noticed that they were practically holding hands by this point. But as soon as he looked down, a blush crept onto his face. He looked back up and he could’ve sworn Eddie was blushing too.
“I think we should go to bed before I do something stupid,” Eddie said quietly.
Steve was too high to question what he meant, so he nodded in agreement. He frowned as he felt Eddie pull his hand from under his own until he felt Eddie move closer to him and reach out his hand to trace small circles into Steve’s side.
He sighed contently and began drifting off to sleep.
-
Morning came way too early for Steve’s liking. He shifted around slightly in his sleep but found he wasn’t able to move around much. He opens his eyes slowly and sees Eddie in front of him, his hair is a mess and his mouth is open snoring softly.
He smiles and looks at the time, it was still relatively early so he wasn’t in a rush to jump out of bed. He looks down and sees his hand is intertwined with Eddie’s. His smile grows at the sight. Eddie suddenly begins moving around, his hand leaving Steve’s as he does.
After a minute or two Eddie’s eyes flutter and he’s now looking straight at Steve.
“Hey.” He groans, his voice is deeper than usual and it sends a shiver down Steve’s spine.
“Hey,” Steve replies unable to contain his smile as he looks at the boy laying in front of him. If only he could wake up to this more often.
Steve reaches a hand out to move a piece of hair that was on Eddie’s face. He gently strokes his cheek before pulling back his hand.
Choosing to ignore what he had just done he shifts onto his back, now looking up to Eddie’s ceiling.
“How’d you sleep?” Eddie asks.
“I haven’t slept that good in months.” He admitted.
“Me either, honestly.”
Steve then turns on his side again, not being able to tear himself away from Eddie.
“Maybe we should do this more often,” Eddie says jokingly but both of them wanted to. They were just too timid to admit that they wanted to be surrounded by one another’s presence.
-
After eventually getting up and sorting themselves out, the boys got dressed and made their way to Steve’s car. He did have to leave to get ready to work, he would’ve gladly called in to spend more time with Eddie but he knew that Robin would be disappointed if he didn’t show up.
Eddie stood at Steve’s window before speaking. “So I was thinking, maybe you’d want to come over and watch Labyrinth with me? We could meet up on your next day off.”
“I’d like that.” Steve smiles, wanting to spend more time with him regardless of what they did. “How about tomorrow night? I don’t work Monday so we wouldn’t have to get up early or anything. And we could do it at my place if you want, my parents are out of town until next week.”
Eddie nodded and with that, they said their goodbyes.
-
Steve walked into Family Video still reeling from the night he had. He clocked in before turning to Robin.
“How was your sleepover?“ He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Robin. She rolled her eyes at his question but then her face lit up.
“I kissed Vickie!” She announced and Steve raised his eyebrows in response.
“And?” He pushed for more details. Which she would gladly give to him whether he wanted them or not.
“So we played a movie, and I sat closer to her than normal. She moved her arm around me, and I felt like that was my way into making a move.” She stated clearly on cloud nine after the experience. “And then after the movie, we changed and laid together in my bed. My bed Steve!” She repeated.
“Then what?”
“We were just talking and I don’t know one thing led to another and I kissed her. But get this, she kissed me back!” She shouted, no one was in the store so he wasn’t too worried about anyone overhearing her retelling the experience.
“I’m so happy for you Rob.” He said, genuinely smiling as she recounted the events to him.
“The rest of the night was a blur, we didn’t do anything much more than kissing but this is progress, Steve!” She was speaking while pacing around the store.
He laughed at her behavior but then said “Why do you look so stressed?”
“What if she didn’t want to kiss me?”
“What do you mean? Someone kisses you and you kiss back, typically means they want it to happen.”
“But what if she didn’t want to?” She looks worried as she asks this.
“Robin. Enjoy this. She wanted to kiss you back, or she wouldn’t have. Let yourself have this.”
“You’re right.” She conceded but she was grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe she likes me!”
“Well, I can. You’re amazing Robin. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” And he meant every word, he knew how gravitating Robin’s personality was. He had even fallen for her before she told him she was gay. Not that he thought differently of her. But he knew how likable she was. Knowing Vickie liked her made him smile. She deserved it after all the questioning she had done regarding her.
After she was done talking about Vickie, Steve wanted to ask her a question but he was worried. He knew if anyone wouldn’t judge him it would be Robin. But he was scared to admit to himself that he was feeling this way.
“You look like someone ran over your childhood dog, what’s going on?” She asked, initiating the conversation. He gnawed at the inside of his cheek before deciding to just spill.
“How did you know you weren’t straight?” He asked and she looked puzzled.
“I always knew, I was never attracted to boys. I always wanted to be noticed by women and never really questioned it.” She admitted, “Why do you ask?“
“I don’t think I’m straight.” He decided against dancing around the subject. He felt so exposed having confessed to her but he shrugged off the shame.
“Did anything happen to make you realize this?” She asked curiously. The store was dead anyway so he didn’t mind diving into the topic of his sexuality.
“I think I like Eddie.” He said, kinda shocked at his bluntness but it was the truth. He had just never said it out loud.
“Oh?” She asked, raising both brows as she sat in front of him. He was trying to avoid eye contact, feeling a little too exposed enough as it is.
“I went over to his place last night and I don’t know I just can’t deny how good it feels when he touches me. Even when he’s joking around I blush like a madman!” He says not knowing where he was going with his rant.
“Have you wanted more?”
“I almost kissed him last night, if that answers your question.” He says as he throws his head in his hands. “Like what kind of friends want to kiss each other?”
“Steve, calm down.” She walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. “You know there’s such a thing as liking both men and women right?”
He raises his head from his hands and looks at her with confusion.
“You could be bisexual, which just means you aren’t exclusively attracted to men or women. But both.”
“That’s a thing?” He asks and she nods in response. “I feel crazy because I loved Nancy but now I feel the same way towards him and I’m so confused.”
“There doesn’t have to be a label to what you’re attracted to, y'know. Screw labels!”
This conversation grounded him, making him feel accepted. He didn’t know why he had been so nervous to talk to Robin about this, well maybe it was because once he admitted it to her he had to revel in his newfound confession.
He liked Eddie.
-
Sunday rolled around and Steve was anxiously waiting for his meeting with Eddie. He still had to get through the next hour of work. He was working alone because Robin had called in sick, to hang out with Vickie. He didn’t mind, Sunday’s were usually slow anyway.
He was watching Top Gun on the store tv, although he had seen the film multiple times he couldn’t help but gawk at Tom Cruise on the screen.
He was pulled from the movie when he saw Eddie walking into the store. He stood up quickly, trying to look busy. He grabbed random papers from the counter and scribbled on one of them.
“Howdy Harrington.” He greeted him walking over to the counter, leaning over the counter with his hands propped beneath him.
“Hey, Eddie.” Steve smiled at him, discarding the page he was doodling on. “What brings you in? Did you change your mind about the movie tonight?” He asked trying not to show that he was overthinking their plans that evening.
“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting to see Labyrinth since it came out. I came by to see if you wanted to get a second movie. In case we get… bored.” He said hesitating slightly.
“Oh! Yeah, that’s a good idea. What kinda movie are you thinking of?”
“I was thinking we could switch things up with a classic horror movie.” He suggested and Steve didn’t even care that he disliked scary movies.
“What about Nightmare on Elm Street?” He suggested as they browsed the horror movie section.
“Oh, so you do have good taste?” Eddie said in a teasing manner. Which earned a roll of the eyes from Steve.
“Ha, very funny Munson.”
They chatted for a bit longer before Steve had to kick the man out of the store, he was eager to get home and get ready for their date. Well, a date was a stretch but it was what he was going with.
-
After nearly 30 minutes of changing his outfit, Steve settled on wearing a pair of jeans alongside a basic black t-shirt. He saw Eddie’s vest sitting in the corner of his room and decided fuck it, why not wear that as well?
He grabbed a case of beer from his fridge alongside a bottle of expensive liquor. He figured they might not even drink tonight but he didn’t feel like driving all the way home for alcohol if they decided to.
He grabs his keys and heads over to Eddie’s trailer. The radio is playing in the background. Steve is so goddamn nervous that his palms are sweating as he gets closer to reaching his destination.
He parks his car in the driveway, locking it but then he sees Max standing on the porch of her trailer. He lifts a hand to wave but decides to just go and say hi to the girl.
“Hey!” He says as approaches the girl who’s standing outside in her pj’s. “What are you doing outside so late?” He asks, his motherly instincts kicking in.
“Couldn’t sleep.” She claims simply. “What are you doing here so late?” She says in an accusing tone.
“Just going to hang out with Eddie.” He says to which she nods.
“I saw you two hanging out the other night. Didn’t know you guys were so close.”
“Were you spying on us, Mayfield?” He asks and she shrugs.
“You guys were smoking on the roof and laughing like you saw the funniest shit. So I was hardly spying.”
Fair enough, he hadn’t even thought about if other people could hear them that night. He was so enthralled with Eddie’s presence that he hadn’t cared.
“He seems to make you happy,” She shifts around on the deck, probably trying to warm up. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses. Anyway, I’m going to bed.”
Steve pauses before saying goodnight to Max, he couldn’t help but think about what she said as he walked over to the trailer across the street.
Before he could even knock the door swung open.
“Jesus!” He cries out as Eddie nearly walks into him. Holding onto his chest only getting a laugh in return. “And I thought the only thing scaring me tonight would be Freddy Kruger.”
“Sorry.” Eddie managed to say between laughs. “No, I saw you had parked there a few minutes ago and I was wondering where you went.”
“Oh, I was just talking to Max.” He says, motioning towards the girl's trailer.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s good. Just mentioned that we woke her up the other night.” Steve comments, keeping the other thing she had said.
“Shit, well at least we weren’t fucking. Then we really would’ve woken her up.” Eddie teases and Steve’s mouth gapes open for a second before he straightens himself out.
“In your dreams Munson.” And with that, both boys enter the trailer.
“You brought tequila?” Eddie asks as he motions towards the bottle in Steve’s hand.
“I didn’t know if you wanted to drink tonight, figured I’d bring it just in case.”
“Tryna get me drunk Stevie?” He jokes but takes the bottle and shoves it into the freezer.
“Maybe I am,” Steve says with a wink.
Eddie looks unsure of how to react to this so he clears his throat loudly and grabs a beer from the case Steve had set on the table. He tosses it to Steve who still had a slightly smug look on his face. He then grabs one for himself, cracking it open and taking a long drink.
“Where did your tv go?” Steve asks looking in the living room.
“Oh I uh put it in my bedroom because I don’t love being in the living room, you know since Chrissy.” He barely whispers the last part. Steve nods in understanding.
“Well your bed is pretty comfortable so I’m not complaining.”
-
Eddie’s room looked a lot more organized and clean than the last time he had seen it. Not that he had been bothered by the mess before but it made him wonder if Eddie cleaned because of him.
“So which movie did you want to start with?” Eddie asks setting the two tapes on the bed next to where Steve was sitting.
“Maybe Nightmare on Elm Street. I don’t want to watch it right before bed. I’d rather not have nightmares about Freddie Krueger murdering me in my sleep.”
Eddie lets out a soft laugh, nodding as he begins to set up the movie. He walks back over to the bed, sitting gently and he then realizes how close the two are going to be sitting. His bed wasn’t small but it wasn’t that spacious either.
Steve pats the side of him and Eddie moves closer to him, their thighs are pressed against one another and both of them feel warm despite it being the middle of September.
As the movie went on Steve noticed how they would occasionally inch closer to each other. Not that he was complaining.
As he focused back on the screen, Nancy just finished saying “I’m crazy after all.” When Freddy pops up behind her.
“Jesus!” Steve jumps, his hand grabbing Eddie’s as his heart pounds in his chest.
Eddie tries to hold in a laugh as he turns to Steve. “You okay?”
Steve just nods still focused on the movie. He hadn’t noticed that his hand was intertwined with Eddie’s.
Eddie had a hard time focusing on the movie, he was more engaged with the fact that he had Steve’s hand in his and that he had bigger hands than Steve did.
Eddie tried to focus back on the movie when Steve looked down, blushing as he let go of his hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-“
But Eddie just clasped their hands back together. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
They both struggled to focus on the movie, just enjoying each other's presence and touch.
-
“So how was that? Too scary?” Eddie asked, standing up to stop the movie.
“It wasn’t too bad actually.” Steve says, before muttering “Although I wasn’t super focused on the movie.”
“What was that?” Eddie asks turning his head towards Steve, a smile on his lips. He had heard what Steve said, but he just wanted to tease the boy a bit.
“Nothing!”
Eddie looks at the time, realizing it was kinda late now. “So did you still want to watch another movie or should we save it for another night?”
“How about we just chill for a bit and see how we feel after?” Steve suggests.
“I’m gonna grab another beer, want one?” To which Steve nods, “Or we could crack open the tequila?”
“I’m down if you are Munson.”
Eddie runs out to the kitchen and Steve can hear him clattering things around before he reappears in the doorway, looking at him with a devilish grin and two shot glasses.
This might be a bad idea but Steve couldn’t care less.
Eddie sat criss-crossed on the bed facing Steve, handed him a shot glass, and poured some tequila in it, spilling some onto his hand. Steve chuckled as he licked his hand, the two held eye contact and Eddie had to force his eyes away after watching it.
They clinked their glasses together, trying not to spill any more and they both downed them.
Eddie groaned, his face puckering slightly at the strong taste of alcohol. “God that fucking burns.” He stated as his core got hot from the liquor he drank.
Steve just rolled his eyes and laughed. “Didn’t know that Eddie Munson didn’t like the taste of tequila.”
“Oh shut it, I smoke more than I drink. And need I remind you that you choked after one drag off a joint!” Eddie cackles as he watches Steve’s face scrunch up with embarrassment.
“I don’t smoke often!” He argued trying to defend himself to Eddie who was looking at him intensely.
“And I don’t drink often! So fuck off!” Eddie shakes his head trying to hide the smile on his face. “Want another?” He asks lifting the bottle of tequila in front of him. Steve nods eager to get tipsy, he couldn’t handle how much he was paying attention to the boy in front of him. He figured that if he got drunk he would be able to focus more. And so what if he was wrong in thinking this?
-
A couple of shots in the two are bickering over Steve’s music taste.
“I don’t understand why you’re so set in your ways! Admit it Lay all your love on me is a classic!”
“I would rather chug this whole bottle!” Eddie laughs holding up the bottle in front of Steve’s face. It was nearing halfway empty. The two had had more than a few shots, just talking and getting in each other’s faces.
“Speaking of, pour me one bartender,” Steve exclaimed, he was already tipsy but he didn’t care.
Eddie poured a shot, spilling it all over Steve’s hand again.
“Dude!” Steve began speaking but Eddie looked at him, licking his hand. Steve inhaled sharply as he felt Eddie’s tongue on his skin. Their eyes were locked on one another.
“Wouldn’t want to waste any now would we?” Eddie said as he licked his lips. Steve was stunned, to say the least, he was staring at the man sitting in front of him. Who had somehow moved closer to him during this exchange?
Steve was drunk at this point, he could feel the warmth the alcohol had spread through his chest. He placed a hand on Eddie’s, just wanting to touch him. He had denied any physical interaction between them because he didn’t know if he could handle it.
Eddie looked down and joined their fingers together. Before quietly mumbling, “Steve..”
With a burst of confidence, Steve leaned in, his lips were barely brushing against Eddie’s. “Can I do something stupid?” He asked as he glanced down at Eddie’s lips. Eddie just nodded, speechless at the close contact between them.
Steve closed the gap, his lips softly brushing against Eddie’s. To which he cursed softly. Eddie brought his hand up, snaking it behind Steve’s neck, and brought them together.
Steve felt his face get hot as they kissed, it started gentle and soft but quickly turned into a desperate attempt to get each other closer.
“Fuck.” Steve gasped out as Eddie pulled him on top of him.
Steve’s hands made their way down to Eddie’s waist, grabbing on tightly as their lips seemed to glide against one another’s. His eyes were clamped shut as pleasure shot down his body.
They separated, breathing heavily. Eddie looked at Steve with a hunger he had never seen before letting out a soft grunt.
“Shit.”
Steve might have been drunk but he couldn’t help but feel stupid for kissing Eddie. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just-“
Eddie shut him up, kissing him again. Their lips fit so well together it felt like they had done this a thousand times before. Steve’s hand tangled into Eddie’s hair, pulling gently which resulted in Eddie moaning against his lips.
“Fuck Steve.”
He loved the way the words sounded leaving Eddie’s lips. He was still reeling from touching him, let alone kissing him.
Eddie collapsed next to him, still breathing heavily. After a moment of observing him, he reaches out a hand to gently caress Steve’s face. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Why didn’t you?” Steve asks, leaning into Eddie’s touch.
“I didn’t think you were into me.” He confesses, “or into guys?”
“I guess I didn’t even really know I was into guys either. Not until I started having feelings for you.” Steve spoke softly, “And I am really into you Eddie.”
Eddie’s face turns a light shade of pink as he hears those words.
“God, you’re cute,” Steve says which only deepens the color flushed across Eddie’s face.
“Shut up.” Eddie pulls him in and kisses him again. Steve’s head spins, the mix of alcohol and Eddie being too much for him. But he couldn’t stop.
Eddie grabs Steve by the waist, pulling him so that he’s sitting on his lap. The tension between the two only grew as Steve unintentionally moved his hips, grinding down on Eddie.
A moan slipped out of Eddie, as he ran a hand through Steve’s hair and tugged at it. Now it was his turn to let out a moan. The kiss got slightly sloppy but neither of them was complaining, Steve pulled away only to attach his mouth to Eddie’s neck. Sucking and nipping at the soft skin.
Steve leans back up, kissing Eddie softly. “As much as I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to take advantage of the fact that we’re both drunk.”
“Such a gentleman Harrington,” Eddie says smiling but pulling him down for one final kiss. It's gentle and slow and they savor the seconds before pulling away. Steve gets off of him and lays down next to him.
“You said you didn’t know if I liked you. I didn’t think I’d be your type.” Steve admits as he strokes random shapes into Eddie’s side.
“If I can be honest, I didn’t think you’d be my type either. But you’re so damn charming and I feel safe with you. You never fail to make me smile, and if I can be even more honest. I’m falling for you, Steve.”
“Would it be okay that I might be falling for you too?” Steve asks looking up at him and melting at the look Eddie was giving him.
“That would be more than okay.”
“Good because I’m falling for you, Eddie Munson.”
“And I’m falling for you, Steve Harrington.”
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