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bambieyedoll · 1 year

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I would love to request bella ramsey x fem reader that’s bella comforting insecure reader who thinks bella will leave her

hi, love ! i secretly adore angsty fics so i truly enjoyed writing this. thank you for your request, i hope you like it. ♡

⊹ 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

bella and you had been in a beautiful relationship for a year and a half after being close friends for another two years.

you knew their life style was different. bella’s talent was finally being recognized after all their hard work and you couldn’t be more proud. you’d been by their side in every step and you celebrated everything they had achieved with them. bella always told you that they couldn’t have done it without you by their side.

watching them in interviews and premieres melted your heart. their shining smile and elegant presence stood out. their voice tone and precision in every answer they gave to interviewers along with how they handled being on camera. bella was born to be an actor.

meanwhile, your life was quiet and you loved it. it didn’t mean that you never left your comfort zone, you loved going on adventures, to travel and meet new places. but it was different.

being in a relationship with an actor with a busy life meant that there wasn’t many time for dates and quality time. sometimes they’d be gone for months, only coming back when the shooting of the project they are working on is done. some other times their work was easier and closer and they would be able to come home at the end of the day.

these last months have been hard for you. bella was working on a massive project that needed them to be constantly traveling and it meant that they wouldn’t be back in a long time. of course, you made sure to keep connection via messages, phone calls and video calls. mostly in the middle of the night when the day was over and you were free to talk and express how much you missed each other. but lately, you’ve noticed how tired bella was every night they called and it broke your heart to realize you were taking resting time from them.

that wasn’t the only thing that was troubling you. you both agreed to keep your relationship private, they didn’t want you to deal with the consequences of people knowing about you being a couple. bella knew how nosy and difficult people could be with that type of thing. it didn’t help that they were being more recognized and that people knew they were non-binary. the eyes of young girls were straight at them and it was flattering but a bit overwhelming. along with the eyes of judgement from the world.

with that being said, there you were, sitting in the comfort of your sofa watching the newest interview that came out just a couple of hours before. and there they were, on the screen, sitting with the cast in front of the interviewer. wearing an elegant suit that fitted them so well and a smile that made your heart go like crazy.

bella told you the night before that this would be the last interview before coming back home and the happiness you both shared was enormous to be described with words.

“so tell us, bella” the interviewer leaned closer holding the question cards on his hands in suspense. “the world wants to know, is there a special someone waiting for you?” the room was filled with screams from the audience and your heart skipped a beat while you stayed still.

you could see in their face a sort of nervousness before their characteristic smile appeared making them look so collected and attractive… and so confident about their answer.

“there’s no one special, no”

their adorable laugh sounded so real and there it was, that feeling again. the terrible feeling that came with knowing that the person you were in love with had to say those things to the world about you, about your relationship.

of course, it wasn’t the truth and you knew it but hearing it constantly cut deep in your heart. it wasn’t fair. you started to feel more and more lonely being apart for so long and loneliness was a horrible thing to feel in a relationship. it created insecurities you didn’t have before.

what it they get bored of me? what if they decide i’m too plain for their life? you see, listening to your lover say that there isn’t anyone waiting for them when you’ve been counting every second since the day they left, was harsh.

so there you laid. crying for hours deep in your negative thoughts, finding comfort in the softness of your fluffy sofa pillow until you feel asleep.

bella’s arrival was faster that they had expected to their excitement. they needed to see you. longed to touch you, hug you, feel you. without caring about anything else, bella went straight to your apartment with their luggage and all but didn’t wait for you to open since they wanted it to be a mini surprise.

the moment they entered your home and walked through the living room, they saw you sleeping in the sofa. the softness in bella’s eyes took over immediately. you looked so peaceful and angelic. you wouldn’t even imagine how much they desired to be able to sleep with you in their arms every night you were apart, their only comfort being your night calls and messages.

bella carefully walked closer to the sofa and kneeled in front of you, just admiring you. they could stay like that forever. nothing else mattered now that you were only a step away.

their fingers gently traced the bridge of your nose and moved to delicately tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. you were slowly waking up when they noticed your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks.

“bella?” your lovely sleepy voice called for them while you sat and they smiled at that. the need to ask you what was going on was almost desperate, the idea of you hurting was too much for them.

“hey, baby. i’m home” they whispered in order not to disturb your sleepy state while their hand cupped your cheek. “what’s wrong, y/n?”

the sincere worry in their eyes made your tears come back like a rainstorm. because now that they were here, those thoughts seemed so stupid it made you embarrassed. how could you even think about them leaving you in such a cruel way? however, the insecurity and hurt were still there. and you knew you needed to talk about it.

“no no no, love” bella was by your side hugging you tight at the speed of light. “shh, i’m here” their hand was caressing your hair, comforting you like only they knew to do.

“i’m sorry” you let out between your tears and hold tight to the soft material of their t-shirt. you felt the need to apologize for your thoughts while bella’s mind was a confused mess but they gave you the space and comfort you needed at that moment.

“whenever you’re ready, baby” bella would wait all the time you needed to listen to you and try and understand why you were in that state. it could never be a bother to them, they would help you and be there for you because you were too treasured to them.

“it’s so dumb” you acknowledged to yourself, face pressed to their chest between their arms.

“not to me”

you sighed and separated your body from theirs only a little bit to be able to look at them. their hand found yours so you were able to play with their rings like you used to do when you were bored or nervous. they just knew you so well.

“i saw the latest interview…” bella’s face showed the realization of what you meant exactly. their eyes found yours again and tears formed in them.

“y/n” your chest ached at the desperate sight of them. “i need you to understand that what i said wasn’t what i wanted to say. that’s not the truth, that’s not us. i just said that because of what we agreed, baby. nothing else”

“i know, it just hurt the same” you explained and licked your lips nervously before bella’s hands cupped your cheeks, making you look at them with attention.

“i would never want to hurt you” you knew that, of course you knew that. bella would never do anything to cause you harm and them reassuring you was what your heart needed to heal from all the pain caused by those months being apart.

“i tell you what” bella’s gentle voice made you come back from your thoughts and you blinked a couple of times making you look adorable in their eyes. “from now on i’ll make sure to let everyone know i’m in a happy relationship with the girl of my dreams but keeping it private”

“you mean without revealing personal information and stuff?” you asked and they nodded with a cute smile looking at you, waiting patiently for your opinion on it. “i… i’d like that” you nodded with the prettiest little smile, warming their heart again.

“there’s that beautiful smile i adore” their thumb touched your bottom lip slightly and their eyes looked at your lips. those lips they dreamed to kiss for all those months. “i missed you so much, babe” they whispered as if it was a secret they didn’t tell you every night.

“come here, then” your doe eyes invited them to join you in the sofa, which they did in less than two seconds.

you cuddled all night long and at one point bella took their phone without you noticing, taking a picture of your intertwined legs only and posting it to their instagram stories only with the word “home” in it.

@poeverse

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey headcanons #fluff #fanfic #lgbtq #request

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crayonboxcolors607 · 4 months

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in honor of Part 1 getting 100 likes and like 15 reblogs! (a lot for tiny stupid me lol) i decided to suck it up and write another part bc ppl have asked for it

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART ONE, PLEASE DO SO!

After Robin found out, things were a bit better for Steve. The two of them practiced their signs during slow shifts at the Family Video. Robin showed him a new sign every day and helped him improve his lip reading. It benefited his daily life too. Gone were the days when he had to walk all the way across the store to talk to Robin, now the two of them could have conversations from opposite sides of the store, their hands flying fast as they spoke.

Robin was a fucking godsend, bullying Keith into giving Steve more time off in case of migraines and providing excuses when he couldn't drive the kids around. She begged Steve to wear his hearing aids, eventually telling him that if he played his cards right he could cover them up with his hair, which ultimately convinced him. She'd helped him find a new hairstyle that almost eliminated them completely, clapping her hands excitedly as the shock on his face was evident when he turned them on and could differentiate sounds again.

Of course, there were still things that were hard, even with the hearing aids. Steve needed to be directly facing someone in order to have a basic understanding of what they were saying, and there couldn't be anything obstructing their mouth. This proved especially difficult when Steve interacted with the younger Party members, although they continued to chalk it up to Steve's usual airheadedness. For once, he was grateful to be stereotyped as a dumb jock.

One random day in October, however, things began to change.

Dustin had somehow roped Steve into driving him, Mike, and Lucas to some fancy-ass comic store in Indianapolis, claiming that "the one in Hawkins is not nearly comprehensive enough, Steve". He'd rolled his eyes and responded with what they referred to as his "Mom Pose", his hands on his hips and his eyebrow cocked as he stared at them judgementally. Eventually, though, he'd relented, letting them fight over who got shotgun and who had to sit in the back.

Somehow, although he himself didn't quite seem to know how, Lucas managed to snag the front seat. He'd slid in quietly as Dustin and Mike threw themselves into the backseat, yelling obnoxiously about unfairness and favoritism. Steve refrained from pointing out that he'd had no part in the tussle for shotgun, instead allowing it to play out.

He and Lucas had been engaging in conversation about sports when Lucas had quietly mentioned that he was thinking of trying out for the school's basketball team, tentatively asking Steve if they could meet up the next weekend so he could give him some pointers. Steve had agreed without even thinking, but he began to panic once he got home later that afternoon. How was he supposed to go over skills in basketball when he couldn't even hear out of his left ear?

But in typical Steve fashion, he procrastinated until the last minute, eventually deciding that he simply wouldn't wear the hearing aids. He'd be fine for one basketball practice, right?

And so, Steve drove to the basketball courts that Saturday, removing his hearing aids as he arrived, and thus reintroducing a fuzzy ringing in his ears that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It felt alien, but he shook his head around a bit and started to shoot baskets. He'd forgotten how good sports made him feel, and was pleasantly surprised at the adrenaline that began pumping through his veins. In fact, his new lack of hearing made it easier for him to practice, as it allowed him to tune out the rest of the world and focus solely on himself and his own fluid motions.

This did prove to be a slight problem, however, as he didn't hear Lucas dropping his stuff on the bench, nor did he notice him walking up to Steve. So the tapping on his shoulder startled him far more than it should have.

"Jesus Sinclair!" Steve exclaimed. "You scared the shit outta me, man!" Lucas seemed confused at Steve's reaction, and he silently reminded himself that none of the kids knew about his hearing.

"Uhh, sorry Steve," Lucas said slowly. "Are um, are you okay?" The concern on his face melted Steve's heart just a little bit.

"I'm fine buddy," he reassured the young teen. "Was just in my own world a bit, you know, focusing and stuff." His explanation seemed to comfort Lucas enough, and he grinned.

"You ready to get started?" he asked, tossing the younger boy the ball. Lucas caught it with a practiced ease and began dribbling, feinting left and right. Steve dropped down into his defensive position, mirroring Lucas's every movement, tracking his feet to predict which direction he would go next.

He felt himself slipping back into that headspace that he loved so much, the one that drew him into sports in the first place. Because he didn’t need to think about it, the strategies were always in his brain. He just needed to rely on muscle memory, all his former skills coming back to him as he and Lucas scrimmaged.

They played for about thirty minutes before taking a quick break to grab water and snacks, both of them struggling to catch their breath. Lucas opened his Gatorade™ and said something Steve, causing him to look over in surprise as he struggled to figure out what the younger boy was saying.

"Pardon?" he said, pretending he just hadn't been paying attention. Lucas repeated himself, or at least Steve had to assume that he did, because again, he couldn't understand a single word that left the younger boy's mouth.

There was a heavy feeling in his stomach as he debated asking Lucas to repeat himself a third time.

Someone tapped his leg, pulling him out of his own spiraling headspace. Steve looked up, feeling even worse as he registered the fear on Lucas' face.

"Steve," Lucas began slowly, seeming struggling with what to say next. "Can you, uh, can you not hear me?"

Of course, that sentence Steve was able to comprehend.

With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.

"Not really," he replied, looking anywhere but at Lucas. "My hearing started to go after Billy smashed my head with a plate. And it got worse after Starcourt." He looked up then, a grim smile on his face. "Turns out multiple concussions aren't exactly good for a person."

Lucas' eyes widened at the confession. "So, are you deaf?" he asked. Or at least, Steve assumed that's what he said.

"Partially," Steve replied. "I can't hear at all out of my left ear, that's where I got the most damage. My right ear can function, but not normally. I mostly rely on reading lips and context clues."

"Oh my god," Lucas said slowly, the gears visibly turning in his head. "Oh my god! W-we kept teasing you! We kept calling you stupid a-and laughing at you! You couldn't even hear us! And you-" The boy suddenly slumped over and placed his head in his hands. He said something, Steve was sure of it, but it was additionally muffled by him covering his face.

"Uh, Lucas, buddy," Steve said hesitantly. "I can't understand you if I can't see your face." Lucas looked up at him then, tears pooling in his eyes.

"It's my fault," he said. Steve felt his mouth drop open in shock, and began to protest, but Lucas stopped him.

"Billy was coming after me," he insisted, talking clearer so Steve could understand. "He was attacking me! You stepped in and tried to defend me -- now you're deaf and it's all my fault!"

Steve felt his heart drop.

He'd been so scared to tell anyone because he was worried they wouldn't view him the same way as before, that he hadn't even considered how the kids might feel if they knew he was like this because of his attempts to protect them.

"Oh Lucas," Steve said softly, gathering the crying teen into his arms. "It's not your fault. There isn't a world where I wouldn't have done the same. You're my kid. I'm always gonna protect you. That's just how it works." He felt Lucas try to push away, to protest, but he just held him tighter. "You and your little gaggle of idiots are worth everything. I'd go deaf a thousand times if it meant keeping you all safe."

With a sniffle, Lucas detached himself from the older boy.

"Really?" he said, eyes shiny with tears.

"Of course," Steve responded, without missing a beat. He gave the younger boy a final squeeze, before wiping away the few tears that had escaped while he and Lucas were talking. "I'd better get you home anyway. Your mom will have my head on a stick if you miss dinner." He kept his hand on Lucas' back as he wiped his tears and sniffed a final time.

"Okay," he said. "But you're staying for dinner."

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED! ONLY TOOK ME 9 MONTHS LOL

okay okay so i did talk about the older members of the party finding out next as well as dustin but i just had to make a liar out of myself bc when i started writing this my brain was just like "but what if we did a wholesome reveal with Lucas instead??" and now here we are and i regret nothing

except the lack of sleep. i regret that a lot.

also, i am not an athlete. i am a depressed and introverted high school theater kid who has never played basketball in my entire life bc i am a measly 5ft 1in (roughly 155cm). so dont come at me if the sportsball lingo is incorrect bc i have no fucking clue what im doing.

also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND ALL THE LIKES AND REBLOGS ON MY LAST POST!!

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #the battle of starcourt #post starcourt #deaf steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #hard of hearing steve harrington #fluff #wholesome #heartwarming #i cried writing this #i hope you cry reading this #jk #not really tho

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latherinhoney · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 day 1 - need you

(jooheon - monsta x)

genre: (non-idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (dumification) (slight exhibitionism?? kinda ) (cockwarming) (free use) (grinding) (pet names) (vaginal sex) (some cum-eating like if you squint)

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a/n: i have not written in like god knows how long so please forgive me if my writing isn't the best, but this is like very self-indulgent lmao so i'm hoping you guys like it as well and feel free leave me any requests!

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One of jooheon’s favorite things to do was play video games. He spent the majority of his free time playing them whenever he wasn’t occupied with something else. It wasn’t a major issue for you and you didn’t mind it as you were busy doing other things as well. Though today it was starting to catch up to you. You remembered it’d been a few days since you and jooheon had last had sex and pretty soon it was all that filled your mind. You and jooheon had sex on a regular basis so it wasn’t like you were lacking but today the urge was strong. You came home from work and all that was on your mind was finally being able to find some release. As you were entering the door you could hear jooheon yelling from upstairs

“hey, hey kyun back me up there’s a shooter on my left” jooheon yelled into the mic

You laughed as you just heard him yelling other non-sense from the room. You set your stuff down and walked into the room.

“hey baby” you said as you opened the door to the room and saw him sitting in front of his pc

“hey babe” he said turning his head quickly and shooting you a half smile and went back to focusing on his game

you frowned and walked over to the drawers and started choosing the clothes you were going to wear after the shower, usually you’d just go for something oversized but today you went for something a little more skimpy hoping you’d catch jooheons attention after getting out of the shower. You got undressed and started showering letting your body relax under the water.

You stayed there for a few more minutes before you finished washing up and got out. You walked over to your clothes and held up what you we’re hoping would catch jooheon’s attention, a very skimpy lingerie dress barely covering your butt and showing a whole lot of clevage. You finished putting it on and walked out of the bathroom. You saw that jooheon still hadn’t finished his game and you felt a disappointed but regardless called out to get his attention.

“baby” you called over and jooheon who turned around with a stressed look on just glanced over

“you look great babe” he said and went back to his game.

you couldn’t believe it, if it had been any other time he would’ve practically jumped from his seat and would’ve start tearing off the dress.

“jooheon?” you said again trying to get his attention but this time he didn’t even bother turn around he just kept talking into his headset

By this point you were more angry then desperate and walked over to his desk to see what was holding him up. His attention was fully on the game and didn’t even realize you were walking over until you waved a hand in his face.

“ hold on guys give me a moment” jooheon said taking his headset off and sighing

“What’s up babe?” he asked with a slight irritation

“what do you mean what’s up? don’t you see what i’m wearing? you said basically having to point it put to him

“ it’s been a while since we’ve last had sex and i need you really bad” you whined to him

He had a puzzled look on his face and realized it had been a while since you guys had last fucked.

“ i’m sorry babe once i finish this game we can” he said about to put the headset on

“but i need you now not later” you tugged on his shirt

“i promise” shooting you a dimpled smiled and went back to his game

“alright kyun i’m back” you heard him say into the mic

By this point you were so needy and desperate your better judgement was starting to get deluded. As jooheon was focused on the game you nudged jooheon’s arm to move to the side so you could at least sit on his lap. He moved his arm to the side letting you sit down on his lap and continued playing. You watched for a few minutes before need started overtaking your mind and you realized the position you were in. As he was focused you started slowly moving your hips on his crotch.

To which he let out a small grunt and shot you a glare, you couldn’t help but smirk and continued despite his disagreement. You could tell it was getting to him by the way he kept stuttering over the mic and had to take deep breaths in. On the other hand your hips couldn’t stop moving at how great it felt. You kept moving your clit over a certain spot and was just the perfect amount of friction. You kept going until you could feel your underwear starting to get wet and noticed a wet spot on the crotch of jooheon’s pants.

You could feel him starting to twitch under you and eventually felt the print of his cock right on your underwear. This egged you on to keep moving your hips even more, as you started softly moaning. You could tell his composure was starting to wear thin as he could hardly focus anymore and kept dying repeatedly in his game. You we’re getting close as you kept rubbing yourself on that spot and jooheon’s hard-on giving you even more friction. Your breathing started getting heavier with each grind with your underwear growing even wetter and wetter. You could feel jooheon slightly starting to buck his hips trying to get any relief but you grabbed onto both of his thighs and held them down.

You were going to get your release first before he could. Holding his thighs down gave you more control and you continued moving your hips down on him. You felt a warmth starting to grow rapidly in your stomach and knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. Jooheon at this point was practically biting his tongue trying not to make any noise and only responded back to his teammate when necessary

“Jooheon your awfully quiet” questioned Changkyun “something happen?”

Jooheon having to restrain his voice while you were on the brink of cumming responded

“n-no I’m fine i’m just a little tired from the yelling that’s all” responded jooheon

“hmm i hope that’s it” answered changkyun vaguely

At this point the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter to where you knew you’d cum any second now. With jooheon trying to keep his composure even though you knew it was about to crumble and that fact that you had an “audience” spurred you on.

“ can’t hold it in mmmuch longer” you whined

“mmmh gonna cum” you moaned out

Jooheon was pratically whimpering at this point over the fact that you were going to cum and couldn’t find any sense of release. And then finally the cord in your stomach snapped and a wave came crashing you down

“fuck” you moaned as you rode out your orgasm, one of the most intense ones you’ve felt in a while

Jooheon was so hard and overstimulated at this point with you basically cumming on his crotch and him not being able to move as his cock was restricted by his pants. You get up off of his pants and can see the huge wet spot you left on his crotch, your mind was practically mush at this point with how badly you needed him and wanted him inside you. Jooheon kept trying to keep his cool and had to brush off any comments made by his teammate and act like any of this wasn’t happening. Seeing the strained look on jooheon’s face made you laugh at the fact that you were doing this to him and he couldn’t fight back as he had his hands tied. You leaned over to his crotch and started undoing the zipper and button as you looked up at him he looked at you with pleading eyes to please wait but you continued pulling down his pants to only leave him in his boxers.

His cock was pushing hard against the fabric of his underwear and already had a huge wetspot on them from his pre-cum. You slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock as it sprung out. It was stiff and leaking with pre-cum, you put it towards your mouth giving it a small lick and jooheon bit down on his lip trying not to moan into the mic but you stand up and jooheon’s confused as to what you’re going to do because he thought you were just about to give him a blowjob.

You lift your dress up and slip off your underwear that we’re practically sticking to you from how much you had cum beforehand. You grabbed Jooheons stiff cock in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. Jooheon winced at you grabbing his cock considering how sensitive he was and was waiting for any type of movement. You aligned his cock and slowly started slipping it in, rolling your eyes and gasping at how good he felt. Your walls were practically clenching around him and begging for any type of movement.

Jooheon was going insane at how tight and warm you felt and had to use all the strength in his body to not flat out moan into the mic. His mind was turning into mush and he was pleading at this point for any release trying to buck his hips into you but you had other plans. In order to teach him a lesson you weren’t going to move at all, you were just going to sit and act like you didn’t have him inside of you. Your body was screaming at you to move as the feeling was so intense but you needed to prove your point. Even though it was killing you on the inside you just acted like nothing and continued sitting on jooheon.

At this point jooheon’s mind was crumbling he needed you so badly to move, any movement at this point, he just needed something. He tried bucking his hips and moving but you weren’t budging. He was going insane, your insides felt so warm and he wanted nothing more then to fuck you senseless and stuff you full of his cum. His mind was going a hundred trying to focus and finish this stupid fucking game but something in him snapped, he couldn’t hold out any longer

“kyun i’m gonna have to leave you” he rambled into the mic immediately taking off the headset and turning off the game.

Catching you by surprise as he starts to fuck into you on the chair, both of you gasping for the friction you both needed so badly.

“fuck baby you were teasing me huh?” he moans into your ear as he fucks into you

“promise i won’t leave my babygirl hanging like that again” he grunts as he continues to buck into you.

A few more thrusts and he pulls you off of him

“Get on the bed” he commands taking his shirt off

“Im not done with you” he says as he starts taking your dress off “Im gonna make sure my babygirl feels so good”.

#monsta x jooheon #monsta x smut #jooheon smut #joohoneysmut #monstaxsmut #monstaxkinktober #monsta x hard hours #monsta x #monsta x joohoney #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #monsta x reader

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nigmos · 1 year

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"In the digital age, Black women have bore the brunt of harassment and ridicule for speaking to their experiences, particularly if they say they’ve been victimized by someone in the entertainment industry. This can be attributed to misogynoir, which has led to pain being brushed aside for a viral tweet.

Black women’s anguish has become a fixture in popular culture. The abuse of singer Tina Turner has become fodder for disrespectful song lyrics and an allusion to it (from the popular 1993 biopic What’s Love Got to Do with It?) is a meme as well. Similarly, in 2018, Snapchat shared a “this or that”-style ad reading, “Would You Rather “slap Rihanna” or “punch Chris Brown.” Nearly 10 years prior, Brown was convicted for hitting, choking and biting the singer in what was a very public, violent incident. These moments have made it appear acceptable, and theoretically lucrative to make light of painful moments in Black women’s lives.

The judgement and jokes that soon followed when Megan talked about the allegations are also examples of just how quickly Black women are dismissed when they speak up."

"Hip-hop is one of the more particular, dominant lanes of culture that has been known to lack empathy for Black women. There is a long list of rappers (and others with ties to the industry) with histories of enacting or excusing alleged violence against women. Oftentimes, they are caped for. Tory Lanez has received support from users online and his fellow rap peers, including Jack Harlow, who premiered the “What’s Poppin’?” video featuring Lanez days after Megan accused the rapper of shooting her. During a December 2020 appearance on Power 106, he defended the decision, saying, “I don’t have no room to judge anybody. I wasn’t there when this and that happened, I don’t know anything. Who am I to judge?”

#feminism #black women #megan thee stallion #tw domestic violence #end violence against women #violence against women

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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I'm In Control Part 22 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I based readers dress off of this picture here.

Enjoy the feeeeeeeels *evil laughs*

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!), another run in with Cassie, smut, fluff, and angst.

Word Count: 5306

TJ skids into your office excitedly, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Dude, it’s totally ok to just walk into my office.”

Your boss playfully scowls at you before pointing at Eddie. “You, angel, have been spending too much time around him. Did you just call me dude?”

“I’m sorry, sir. How can I help you today?”

“Gross. Don’t call me that either.”

“What do you want, TJ?”, you laugh.

“Have you guys heard?” He sighs when everyone shakes their head. “You two have been nominated for an AVN award.”

“And that means…” Your boss glares at Steve as you smile at them.

“How have you two never heard of the Adult Video News awards? It’s like the Oscars of this industry.”

Their eyes shift to you as nod, affirming.

“Oh, cool.”

TJ growls as he turns towards you. “Please, after you take them to get fitted for suits, can you do something to make them more excited?”

“We have suits.”, Steve chuckles.

“Yes, but I can’t trust you two to actually wear them so I thought maybe if I bought you both one you will feel obligated to look nice for me. Obviously, there will be a lot of important people there. Don’t shame me.”

“Are you not coming?”, you ask.

“Nope. Luke is hosting the after party so I’m helping him out there. You, young lady, will be going but I beg you…” Your boss comes around to your side of the desk and gets down on his knees. “Please, don’t give Trisha Jameson any attitude.”

“I can’t promise you that.”

“Don’t worry, TJ. We’ll keep her in line.”, Eddie winks at you.

“And you two, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you leaving a shoot last week. We need to talk about that. Cassie Leigh’s agent was extremely upset.” You glanced at them as your boss leaned against your desk with his back to you. “What happened?”

“We, um, have a history with her. Not exactly a professional one.” You watched Steve as he shifted in his seat. You three knew he may ask questions and they both insisted on taking all the blame if it came up. At the time, they weren’t sure what they would even say so you were surprised when he answered honestly.

“Oh…Oh. Um, I mean… I make jokes about you guys being in a relationship with the same person but I didn’t realize…I mean, no judgements, of course! Did you know about this?” You quietly shake your head when he turns to you. “Now you know what I’m going to say. It’s not uncommon for exes to still do the job… unless there’s a reason.”

“Besides the fact that she’s a bitch?”

TJ rolls his eyes, chuckling as he rises and heads for the door. “I swear. You guys spend why too much time together.”

#################

“He said it was like the Oscars, not the actual Oscars. Why do we have to dress this nice?”

“Eddie, calm down. It’s a three-piece suit, not a tux for prom.”, you giggle.

“I didn’t even wear a tux to prom!”

“I did. That thing was a pain the ass to get off.”

“For you to get off, Steve? Or the date you brought?”

“Ah ha ha, little one. You’re so funny.” He smiles as he steps out of the changing room, giving you a 180. “What do you think?”

What did you think? Jesus, you didn’t have enough breath left in your lungs to answer him. Steve looked so handsome.

“Uh oh. Eds, tread carefully. We may be bordering the line here.”

“Huh? What line?” Eddie steps out of the opposite changing room, adjusting his cuffs. When his eyes met your glassy ones, he nodded in understanding. “Okay, come back, sweetheart because I need you to tell me if I did this right.”

Tossing your phone on the chair behind you, you go to him and run your hands down his chest as you smile.

“You put it on correctly, Mr. Munson. God, you both look amazing.”

“Wow, look at these two strapping gentlemen.” You pull yourself away as one of the workers rounds the corner and takes Steve’s hand to guide him on to the platform in front of a mirror.

“What did you wear to prom? I picture like something big and poofy.”, he laughs.

“Oh, I didn’t go to prom.” He looked at you through the mirror as Eddie came to sit beside you. “Again, not that shocking. I mean, you guys have seen Carrie, right?”

“I see. So you were afraid to go because you would kill everyone with your psychic powers?” You laughed at the metalhead as you hit his arm.

“No! The low-cut dresses, the music, the dancing…all of that was a no go. I mean I’m not sad about it or anything. From what I hear from other people, I didn’t miss much.”

They glance at each other before switching places and Steve sits beside you to take your hand. “You still should have gotten to experience that for yourself.”

#############

“Fuck me…”, Eddie exhaled as you opened the door to their knock.

“Wow. Honey…you look…” You blushed as Steve struggled to find the right words.

“Do you guys like it?”, you ask as you gesture at your dress. TJ gave you his card insisting you buy something stunning as well. After seeing how delicious they had looked in their suits, you wanted to make sure you found something equally as delectable.

It was an elegant, strapless dress but still showed off your body in all the right places, cutting off a little above the knee. The black color accentuated your hips and the matching shoes gave you an air of confidence that had the boys swooning.

“We love it.”, Eddie grins as he leans down to kiss your cheek. “I love this necklace to by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it.”

“Very good, Mr. Munson. I haven’t because I just bought it.” You beam up at them with a giddy grin. “These different colors here spell out something in morse code. Can you read it?”

When they shake their heads, you chuckle and hand them separate velvet boxes. Wide smiles stretch across their face as they pull out the leather-bound bracelets with “Daddy” and “Sir” engraved on the inside of the silver clasp.

“It says ‘Theirs’.” You watch with excitement as they immediately put the jewelry on their wrists. “I saw it online when I was researching something and I thought I just had to get it.”

“This is perfect. Thank you, baby.” Steve pulls you into his arms before Eddie does the same.

“We need to get a move on or we’re going to be late.”

Taking both their elbows, they guide you towards the awaiting limo.

###########

“Wow, there is an actual red carpet.”, Eddie muses as he looks out the window.

“They may separate us at some point but we are sitting together.”

“Um…is there a way that could not happen.” You glance at Steve who you notice seems more nervous than usual.

“Hey. Don’t forget. They are all here because of you. You both are amazing at what you do. Just be yourselves.” He leans forward giving you a quick peck on the lips and you turn your head to give Eddie one as well. “You’re going to be fine.”

The limo door abruptly opens as the three of you are practically pulled out into the chaos. A coordinator from the show guides you towards designated areas, giving you the play by play of the evening. She yanks you to the side and pushes the boys forward into flashing camera lenses as she continues to speak. Your eyes remain on them, barely listening to a word she says.

Reporters for websites split them apart to ask them questions and you see them stiffen at the action. If you can’t be next to them, at least they have each other but the further they move them the more you see the worry cloud over their confidence.

“How much longer do they have to do this?”

“Um, probably another five minutes and then we can go inside. If you want to wait in there, I can—”

“No, It’s ok. I can wait here.”

After what feels like hours, the three of you are finally able to go inside the venue with all the other guests.

“Jesus Christ. Ever wonder what it’s like to walk into a room full of people you’ve slept with?”, Eddie chuckles under his breath.

“You okay?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, just…this is weird.”

“Shit. Heads up, Munson. It’s about to get weirder.”, Steve growls.

“Hey boys.”, Cassie Leigh grins as she saunters towards your group. “And…Y/N, right?”

You nod as you politely smile in her direction. “I heard you two were nominated tonight. That’s amazing. My, uh, date over there is nominated for something as well.”

“Y/N!”

Your body visible cringes as you shudder. “Is this hell? Am I in hell right now?”

Trisha Jameson comes up to you, bending down to give you a big, obnoxious hug. “Wow, you three look fantastic! Congratulations, boys. It seems someone is looking out for you!”

“Yeah, um, Y/N is great at what she does.” Eddie compliments you and you can’t help but blush.

“You bet she is. Well, little one, I will see you in there! Good luck.”, she sings as she wraps her arm around her date and heads into the auditorium.

You start to angrily follow after her but Steve grins, grabbing your arm, and pulling you back. “I hate when she calls me that.”

The three of you notice Cassie is still standing there watching you with amusement.

“Is there something else we can do for you, Cassandra?”

Light shines through her eyes as she tilts her head. “Oh, I get it. This is the girl. The one you guys said you were in love with.”

Your eyes shift between them, watching them both shift from nervous to protective in the blink of an eye.

“No, I mean it makes sense. She’s beautiful, powerful, and from the one interaction we had can definitely handle herself. I imagine she’s fun to take apart. Right, Sir? Eddie always had a thing for brats. Daddy liked them to a point. I mean—”

“Cassie, I don’t care. I know what you’re doing and I promise you it won’t work. They aren’t the same men you left behind without so much as a fucking goodbye.”

“Oh? And what makes you think you know anything about what happened? You think men like them change?”, she scoffs.

“Then why are you here? Just go about your life and leave them be. You did it once you can do it again. Whether you like it or not they are mine. Now, my understanding is they both asked you nicely to stay away from them. I’m a little different but allow me to be as clear as I can. If I ever see your face again or they tell me that you tried popping up on another set or some bullshit like that… I will make it so you never get another acting job in this town again. Do you understand me?”

Her heels clicked against the tile as she brought her face to yours. “Are you threatening me?”

You matched her, taking one step forward. “Yes, I am.”

The boy’s shoulders connected as they stepped between you two, bumping Cassie backwards.

“If you hit her or cause a scene, Cassandra, I will help her follow through with that promise.” Steve glared down at her.

Her cheeks puffed out as she turned around and marched towards her date like a little girl being told to go to her room.

“Again, gentlemen. Just a charmer that one.” They both separated as Eddie reached out to push some hair behind your ear. “Was she about to hit me?”

“Uh huh. We saw that look many times.”

“Eddie… I don’t like that.” You reached forward, placing your palm his cheek.

“It wasn’t a big deal—”

“Steve don’t say that. She shouldn’t be putting her hands on you guys like that.”

“We’ve smacked each other.”, he chuckles as he places a comforting kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, when we play. You would never really hurt me like that. Even after everything we’ve been through, I’ve never been afraid of you two physically and I hope you know I would never—”

“Honestly, I don’t think you’ve ever hurt us. Physically or emotionally.” Eddie sighs as you watch his brain through his eyes wonder through every tough experience they’ve put you through. “Jesus, you really are an angel.”

###########

The three of you giggled hysterically as you climbed back into the awaiting limo a few hours later, them clinging to their newly won awards. They completely froze when their names were called and adorably stumbled up to the stage to accept their prize.

“Wow. Um, I don’t even know what to say… we genuinely didn’t think we’d even win. Um, thank you for the honor and giving us a chance to work with you. To our agent, Y/N, and TJ, our lives completely changed when we signed with you guys. Thank you for everything.”, Steve smiled as he stepped back and Eddie quickly cut in.

“And to our girlfriend, thank you for being patient with us and just being you. We wouldn’t be here without you, sweetheart. Love you so much!”

“You know this means you’re going to be getting a lot more high-profile jobs now.”, you grin at them as they continue to stare at the words on the trophy.

“Wayne is going to trip when I send this to him.” Eddie laughs when he glances at you. “Baby, we don’t need two of the same statues in one house. They have both our names on it. We can keep Steve’s. Plus, my uncle will think it’s cool.”

“I’m so proud of both of you. Are you ready to go to the after party?”

“Actually, honey, TJ said we didn’t have to go. I mean, he heavily implied he would like us to go but he said it was our choice. That being said…”

Your startled when you feel the velvet blindfold being placed over your eyes. “Hey! What’s going on?”

“We have a surprise for you. We’re on the way so for the time being just sit back and relax.” Steve’s soft tone filled your ears and you did as he suggested, leaning into one of their chests as you sighed. “Why are you smiling like that, pretty girl?”

“Because even with a blindfold, it doesn’t take me long to figure out who’s near me. No matter how much cologne he puts on, I can still smell the cigarettes.”, you giggle as you keen into Eddie’s neck and kiss his skin.

“Look, I do what I can but I’ve been smoking for years!”

“No… I wasn’t saying it like it’s a bad thing!” Your hand blindly reaches up to find his hair, running your fingers through it. “It’s a part of you. I love the way you smell.”

“Munson…no!” Steve laughs as you smile, feeling a calloused palm trail along you knee. “It’s not fair. You can’t wind her up yet! We still have a whole thing planned.”

“Oh, come on! Like you never felt up your date in the back of a limo.”, the metalhead countered as he whines. “Stevie…she looks so gooooood. Plus, I’ve been turned on since she put Cassie in her place.”

“Patience is a virtue, Mr. Munson.”

“Yeah, Mr. Munson.”, Steve teases.

“Is this a Daddy and Sir venture?”

“No, princess. This is something you should have had a long time ago.” Eddie tenderly kisses your temple as you lean closer to him. Fingers mingle with your own and your head tilts slightly as a thought crosses your mind.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”

“How did it feel? Hearing Cassie refer to you both with your titles…” They both exhale heavily making you laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“It feels like… a violation. Remember when we started this and told you it was personal for us? She gave up the right to call us that a long time ago. The fact that she thinks she can just show up and fucking refer to us that way—”

Your hands search for Steve’s face when you hear the agitation in his voice.

“How did it make you feel?”, Eddie asked behind you.

“Angry…protective…a little bit possessive.” They chuckle at your answer. “Of them…not you two. I’m not worried about her seducing you away from me or anything but… they’re mine. You’re MY Daddy.” Your fingers gently caress Steve before reaching to touch Eddie. “You’re MY Master.”

“God damn, Harrington. You can’t tell me you don’t want to fuck her now.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to but we can’t. Not yet but I promise you one thing, little miss. When we get back home you definitely deserve a reward.

##############

“Alright, honey. Just a little further.”

When the limo finally stopped at its destination, they kept you blind while guiding you through a building. At least you assumed it was a building with the way your heels sounded against the floor. Wherever they had taken you it was dark as any lighting within the mask was now shaded over.

You felt them place you somewhere as one of them steps away from you. Eddie did a count down, removing the blindfold after one.

“Oh, wow.”

They had brought you to a ballroom that was decorated from head to toe with silver streamers and a disco ball hanging in the middle of an open dance floor. Along the wall behind a DJ booth was a banner that read “High School Prom”.

“Yeah, it helps the aesthetic when the nearby school just had their prom here. That being said, why a disco ball?”, Eddie laughs.

“Guys…” Your hand flew to your chest as you tried not cry. “Why…you…I don’t know what to say.”

Steve smiled as he reached for your wrist, sliding a pink corsage around it before bowing down to kiss the back of your hand. Eddie did the same, placing a black corsage around you as his hand caressed your skin.

“You deserve to have this experience. It’s one thing if you didn’t want to go. It’s another when they didn’t allow it. Now, we don’t have a photographer so everyone smile.” Steve held up his phone, taking a picture as you three struck a pose.

“Ok, should we do cheesy typical prom songs or? I guess we kind of have to depending on what’s up here.” Eddie browsed through the collection as he spoke. You wrapped your arms around his waist, grinning as you point to album.

“Really? Fiiiiine. I guess it would count has both cheesy and different. It’s your dance, princess.” He kisses your forehead before pulling out the record and climbing on the makeshift stage to get everything connected.

You saunter towards Steve reaching your arms out to him so you can tug him to the middle of the dance floor. Taylor Swift’s “Lover” begins to play through the speakers and you grin as he places one of his hands on your lower back while holding your other in the air as you both begin to sway.

“You know, if you had told me the cocky men I met in my office those many months ago would be the loves of my life I never would have believed you.”

“Hm. Now who’s being cliché?”

You giggle as he dips you in his arms before twirling you towards Eddie who places both his palms on your waist while you hold his shoulders.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Lover”

“Seriously though, I remember Steve was wearing his ‘I’m a dad on a Saturday’ look—”

“What does that even mean?”, the boy laughs.

“She’s talking about your shorts with the socks and douchebag flipflops.”

Your smile grows as you lean your forehead against his. “You were wearing all black in this California heat.”

“Forever my style, babe.” Eddie kisses your lips before spinning you back to Steve.

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you.”

“You guys were so intimidating at first and that wasn’t just because you were my first clients ever. I was trying so hard to keep everything professional but looking back on it now…I knew. I knew I was yours the moment you sat across from my desk.”

Steve made a little huh sound as he leaned down to kiss your lips. “Ew. What was that?”, you giggled.

“I just think it’s cute.”

“What? That I liked you immediately?”

“That it took you that long.”, Eddie smiles. “We were into you from the moment you stepped into the lobby.”

Blushing, you hugged yourself tighter to Steve, pressing your face into his chest.

“Uh oh, Ed. We’re breaking her.”

“You’re too sweet to me.” After releasing him from your grip, you beam at them both. “So, what else does one do on prom night?”

#############

The entire ride back home was a blur of kisses and desperate touches. Eddie carries you in his arms through their front door as you leave heated kisses along his neck.

“Ok…ok…time out.”, he pants as he places you on your feet. “Jesus, I’m gonna cum before we even start.”

“Um, Ed. I love you and all but you forgot something.”

The metalhead looks around realizing you hadn’t followed him to the bedroom. They poked their head out to find you staring into the room that had once been occupied. You slowly step in and take in your surroundings. Against the wall was a desk like the one you had in your office with a comfy looking desk chair and a couch against the adjacent wall. Eddie’s band posters were still on the wall, knowing you enjoyed them as well and his guitar was still in the corner.

“I thought maybe I could keep you company in here while you worked; practice playing and things like that.”

They had been leaning in the doorway, watching you carefully as they tried to get a read on what you were feeling.

Upon closer inspection of your desk, you noticed there were two framed pictures. One was of you and Matthew making a goofy face on his motorcycle. The other was the one Steve had taken at the restaurant of you three when you surprised Eddie with his special day.

“We flipped a coin to see whose room we would keep. Mine would have been easier since it’s actually fucking clean.”, Steve chuckles as Eddie rolls his eyes. “But… do you like it? Of course, you can add anything you want. We just thought—”

You jumped into his arms cutting him off with your lips. “I love it. Thank you. Thank you both.”

The man carried you back to their bedroom, falling with you onto the mattress. They carefully undress you, knowing your dress was most likely expensive before gradually removing their own pricey garments. As Steve’s lips suck on your neck, Eddie’s fingers reach to graze your necklace.

“I really like this. It looks beautiful on you. To be fair, you look gorgeous in everything but…” He grins down at you as you blush. “We’ll have to find one of these for your bad days that say ‘brat’ on it.”

You playfully gasp at his remark. “Sir, I am always a good girl!”

Steve’s cheek brushed yours, his head falling beside you as he laughed. Eddie lightly gripped your jaw, holding you still as he kissed your lips.

“You’re something alright. Hey, Daddy.” The metalhead shook his friend’s shoulder. “Didn’t you say something about giving little miss here a reward?”

“Yes, Sir, I did.”

“Oh, guys. No. You’ve done a lot for me already tonight.”

They smile as their lips tandemly trail down your body.

“Ooo, Daddy. I don’t know about you but that sounds like talking back to me. Definitely brat behavior.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

“Not for long, honey.”, Steve chuckles as he situates himself between your legs. Eddie hovers by your waist just above him, opening your pussy lips with his fingers.

“Fuck, princess. So wet already.” You moan as he slowly rubs circles into your clit while Steve’s tongue inserts itself into your needy entrance. “Now, baby, you don’t have to ask to cum. Our mouths are going to be a bit preoccupied.” He winks at you and before you can respond his mouth envelopes your nub causing you to cry out in pleasure.

You had never felt anything like this in your life. Having both their tongues between your legs was pure ecstasy and you couldn’t get enough.

“Oh my god. That feels so fucking good.” Reaching down, you run your fingers through Eddie’s mess of hair, your hips grinding against them.

Steve groaned as you pussy fluttered around him, pushing his face further into your sex. You leaned up on your elbows to watch them, whimpering at the sight, not just because of what they were doing but because they were yours. These two handsome, sexy, sweet, funny, dorks were yours.

You threw your head back, moaning and begging as you came. Eddie chuckled when he felt you lightly pulling at him, smiling up at you as his mouth trailed feathery light kisses up your stomach to your neck.

“I want you, baby. Please. I need to feel you.”

His lips quickly peck yours before flipping on to his back and pulling you on top of him. You both groan as you guide his cock into you, grinding your hips against his. Eddie’s rough hands snake around the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his, hips jutting up to meet yours as you push yourself up and meet his beautiful brown eyes.

“Mine.”, you whisper.

“Fuck. Yeah, pretty girl. Yours.”

“Yours?”

He breathily laughs as his palms run along your sides. “Always, princess.”

“Show me, Sir. Please.”

Eddie’s arm wraps around your lower back, flipping you around and lifting your leg over his shoulder as he starts thrusting into you. His fingers dig into your thighs as his cock pushes deeper into you making you mewl at the feeling. You were so transfixed on him and the gleams of sweat shimmering of his gorgeous, tattooed chest, you hadn’t even heard Steve panting beside you as he stroked himself at the sounds you were making.

You reach out for him and his lips descended on yours for a moment before drifting down your body, stopping near your waist. Eddie opened your legs wider giving the other boy more access to you as mouth wrapped around your clit.

“Fuck me! Oh my god.”

“Jesus Christ…”, the metalhead grunts as your pussy clings to him like a vice. “Cum, baby, please. I…I’m not going to last much longer here if you… fucking keep gripping me like that.”

Steve flicks his tongue faster against your nub helping you get there as you cum hard. Eddie soon follows, lifting your hips as he fills you up.

He pulls out, collapsing beside you as Steve takes his place between your legs with his body flat against your own.

“You ok, little miss? Do you think you can handle me to?”, he whispers as his lips gently kiss your neck toward your ear. “It’s ok if you can’t, honey. Be honest.”

Your hands circle around to his shoulders as your legs capture his waist. “Please, Daddy. Show me like he did.” Steve lifts his head, hovering his mouth over yours. “Show me I’m yours.”

His lips part, eyes squeezing shut as he easily slides into you and bottoms out almost instantly. He moves at a steady pace, trying not to overwhelm you or himself.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so… Jesus…”

“Tell me, Daddy.”

Eddie’s fingers grabbed your cheeks as he turned you to passionately kiss your lips. As his tongue mingled with your own, your whimpered as your cunt gripped Steve, dragging along his cock.

“God damn it.” His head fell beside yours as you continued to kiss the metalhead. “I’m…I’m not going to last long—mmm—either. Fuck, this IS my prom night.” He smiled when he felt you softly giggle. “You’re so tight. You—mmm—you have no idea how fucking…amazing you feel. Shit…Ed, help me. I don’t think…”

Eddie’s forehead remains pressed to yours as you watch him lick the pads of his fingers before bringing them to your swollen bundle of nerves. You turn to face Steve, your eyes locking on his as cum. His own roll back as he falls against you, grinding his hips roughly into yours until he sputters and you feel him release inside of you.

As he gradually pulls out of you, you hiss at the feeling.

“What’s wrong, honey? Are you ok?”

“Yeah…sore.”

Eddie chuckles beside you as you both turn to look at him. “No, sorry. I’m not laughing at her pain. Just the fact that she’s still not using full sentences.”

“It’s not my fault you both take my breath away.”

“Well, that was fucking cute.” Steve grins as he kisses your forehead.

###########

“Hey TJ. Oooo, are you alright? You look upset.”

Your boss called you into his office that following Monday morning and you assumed it was about them winning their award but something about his face made you realize whatever was going on it was serious.

“Yeah, angel, I am a little bit. I, um, I was going through the photos they took at the AVN ceremony. I thought maybe I could put a few on our website, you know.”

TJ turns his computer screen to show you some images causing your stomach to drop. You felt him watch your face as he scrolled through pictures of you caressing Eddie’s face and Steve kissing your forehead.

“Now, I know you and I know you can be a bit touchy feely but… Y/N, it would explain some things.” He sighs as your eyes meet his. “Ok…”

##############

“I’m not going to lie, I expected TJ to like tackle us when we came in.”, Eddie grinned as they both entered your office.

“For real. Is he upset we didn’t go to the—” Steve paused when he noticed you weren’t at your desk like you normally were but on the couch further away with your face in your palms. “Honey?”

When you placed your hands in your lap and they saw your tear-streaked face, they immediately dropped into that protective mode.

“Y/N, what happened?”, Eddie asked as he kneeled in front of you while Steve took the spot beside you, his fingers pulling your hair out of your face.

“Um… so a photographer at the event the other night took some photos and, uh, TJ saw them. Photos of the three of us…after the thing with Cassie…”

“Baby…”

“Technically, I’m not fired. I’m, uh, suspended until TJ figures out what he wants to do… so someone else in the company will look after you and Avery…” You broke then, no longer able to keep it together as you cried.

Eddie laid his head on your lap, hugging his arms around your legs as Steve wrapped his around your shoulders bringing your head to his chest.

##################

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Seadall, localization, food, EABS culture, and discussion of Eating Disorder. Trigger Warning.

tl;dr: Seadall is pandering to an East Asian Beauty Standard, technically does not have eating disorder, but is bordering on Disordered Eating, and both the writers and localizers know it.

Our first official male dancer of FE has a bit of a obsession over controlling his diet to a concerning degree. But is it actually an Eating Disorder? No, I don't think so. From my pov, this has everything to do with his job, a Dancer and the dreaded East Asian Beauty Standard (EABS).

EABS idealizes the fair skinned (asian colorism rAAAAGH), the lean and thin. Any level of fats or flaps are no good and is considered undesirable, or worse, a sign of one's gluttonous and even slothful character. IRL, that sentiment has become less pervasive, less judgemental and less awful than 10 years ago, but it's still around. Hell, it's in our Fire Emblems! Average out the body shapes of all dancers or even characters in FE and you'll see what I mean.

(are you in hell yet.)

This EABS is especially prevalent in 1 genre of media that comes pouring out of Japan and Korea... The Pop Idol scene. In Japan, the idol industry can be traced back to the 1960s, and though it has propped up the EABS, this standard's roots goes FURTHER back to even pre-colonialism era, to China and the Tang Dynasty where willowy female bodies were ideal. (That's 618-907AD.)

And when I say EABS, I will include the surrounding countries outside of Japan too. Similarities in culture and all that. Hence East Asian. (Don't be mistaken though. South East and South Asia also has to deal with this shit.)

But hey. I'm still talking about female EABS, right? Where does Seadall fall into this?

Uhhhh. Jumpscare. Surprise K-pop.

(ps i dont know k-pop as well so idk who these ppl are im sorry waaaaug)

Dancers and the Idol Industry

It's easier to see on the female side, but uh, that specific body shape is often achieved through extreme dieting. The body fat % is so low that the dancer's lower ribcage can be seen. Before shooting the dance or a performance, these idol's agencies will notify them to slim down to a certain goal, like say drop 2kg (4.4 lbs) or 4kg (8.8 lbs) in x time, and this is typical. Guys here are no exception.

Weight is manufactured. Looks to some extent (plastic... surgery....). The clothes too, are intentionally picked. Exposing the belly is common since it's the quickest indicator of skinniness.

But hey, I actually lied about the dieting part. It's not really dieting as it's actually straight up starvation, tbh. To lose that weight, the dancers/idols will often eat as little as some protein shake, a few fruits and maybe potato for fiber. Yes, it's as hellish as it sounds, and no, these people are unable to fully function with a calorie intake like this. Source for this claim will be in a video at the bottom of the post by youtuber chaebin n out, titled "How K-POP Destroys Your Body". So.

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Ok, but that's K-pop. What about J-pop?

Japan, where FE rolls out from, have J-pop, which is slightly different. J-pop idols also suffer from EABS but afaik it's not as extreme. Many contemporary J-pop idol groups like Atarashii Gakko!(left) and Babymetal(right) also Do Not make thinness a major selling point with their costuming. This is usually done through hiding the midriff, where belly fat most easily forms. (EABS is still in effect though, don't be mistaken! There could be just as extreme cases out there I'm not aware of ;_;)

So it seems like people kind of agree that obsessing about weight and developing body image issue is messed up.

Hopefully now I've established what is going on irl for Seadall's influences, and what is considered normal or extreme. Relatively anyway. (I hate EABS so much hhggr)

Let's detour to...

Food! Staples! What's normal?

An average meal in Japan consists of a variety of veggies, tofu and a serving of protein, which results in lower fat intake. Also, RICE is a major staple in these meals, so assuming the writers are approaching it with the best intentions, and how Engage's normal might appear to native Japanese audiences, JP Seadall's worry only seems to be on oily food intake and is not overly concerning to me.

In fact, here is an example of a staple set meal (teishoku) I ate over there last December. Yum yum:

Overall a very lean meal. So it's likely Seadall eats something similar-ish and not just greens.

Another important point is that in (East) Asia/Japan, oily food is seen as unhealthy and contributes greatly to cholesterol. This aversion to oily food is driven somewhat by EABS and... Health. I also promise most people are actually chill about this. ...Most people! Meat is yummy! Gyukaku and Ikinari Steak is popular and popping! That's why Seadall likes it after all.

So this is where Seadall's writing starts to contrast. For the most part in the EN version, he only worries about meat. In JP, it's technically oily food, which meat falls under, and he's worried about putting on weight.

Why the extreme worry tho...?

The logic for why all these matters so much to him is this: if a dancer is surrounded by other dancers who are reinforcing this EABS (mirroring the standards of the real world), then their only choice to stay relevant and keep their job is to commit to the same dietary choice and uphold the same EABS, or even have a EABS outperforming the standard.

Because a Dancer's job, or rather, Seadall's job is to pander to people's ideals of beauty. Hence his supports where hair and skin and food becomes a topic.

If he fails the standard, according to the J-pop and K-pop industry, he kind of fails at his job. Is it fair? Fuck no, but no matter what opinion we may think of the standard as outsiders, it remains that there is a LOT of social conditioning and manufacturing going on leading to... all of that. I scream too. I scream a lot, internally.

So what does Seadall look like to someone in this East Asian sphere...?

To the writers credit, they do push for Seadall to indulge more food that makes him happy for at least his mental well-being through the other characters.

This also happens to fall in line with Engage's low key theme of cherishing the moment.

With all I've explained, Seadall might come across as warning to those who over-worry about oily food consumption and trying to pander to an EABS to... chill the fuck out. That it's ok to just go eat some delicious yakiniku if you want to! Go off! If a female character who is concerned with this comes across as too vain, then let's have a guy do it and hope the point lands for the (potentially female) players.

And with all these missing context, it's very easy for one who isn't clued into this sphere assume that Seadall has some eating disorder or that the writers are advocating it. I don't think that's happening here at all. The localizers likely are aware of this missing context and have toned it down several levels for EN release. Wise move, tbh.

(progressiveness can be relative btw. something to keep in mind @_@)

So, is Seadall coming close to some kind of Disordered Eating? Possible. From what I see I think the writers are trying to push Seadall away from it, and trying to stop it from becoming a full blown Eating Disorder. Personally, again, I don't think he has an Eating Disorder.

However! Your Mileage May Vary. I only hope for my opinion and understanding to help inform others, not override it. What's normal for me isn't for everyone, and vice versa, but it's important to remember where Fire Emblem originates from.

And here's the last thing I promised: the video essay if you really want to dive into it:

youtube

And that's about it.

Hope this was interesting! Thanks for reading. 😄

EDIT: the Chinese net sphere is the exception to all of this, EABS is especially bad there

#seadall fire emblem #fire emblem engage #seadall #localization discourse #eating disorder #culture #seadall fire emblem engage #trigger warning

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year

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If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved - Echo! You can read this little chunk as a standalone, or head back to the beginning for the full experience!

Sequel to Flinching.

Is this the softest Echo fic I've ever written? Yes. Did I cry while writing it? There is no video evidence. @actuallybarb thanks for requesting a second chapter!

Febuwhump Day 2 Ch 2

Flinching – Med OC&Echo

Warnings: Reference to attempted SA, reference to physical assault, some cursing, wound care, energy crash from excessive bacta use, non-intimate undressing, some self-deprecating thoughts

WC: 2,583

The painful control mediating his intentionally even breaths did little to hide the violent tension pulsing through Echo’s taut body with each thrumming beat of his heart. I could feel it in the rush of blood surging through the pulse point of his inner arm, watched it in the ball of muscle locking around his jaw, and I loathed the knowledge that I was the cause of it. Numb to the ache shooting through the abused lip caught between my teeth, I found myself straining for silence in my every tentative movement, struck beneath the weight of fearing my very existence in that moment was enough to further fuel his anger, and I loathed my own timidness just as violently as I loathed the cause of that rage.

“We’re not going to let something like this happen again.” The deep quiet in his whispered promise was so displaced against that frightful anger that I couldn’t help but look up to see the perfect stillness in those amber eyes; the conviction burning through his every word as the man I’d come to treasure for his gentleness suddenly embodied the powerful visage of the GAR’s most elite soldiers. It was easy to forget the simple fact that he’d earned his title of arc trooper; that the exceptional strength of his towering form was merely a small part in what made him such a dangerous force, but, in that moment, I could see a determination in those eyes that only a fool would doubt, and, for the first time in days, I felt safe.

My gaze fell away at the hiss of the medbay door sliding open. Stepping away from him, I ambled numbly about the room to gather my supplies, dreading the crash I knew would hit me mercilessly after smearing that blue gel over my wounds. At the first hitch of breath from abused muscles balking beneath the weight of a tube of bacta, Echo quickly stepped forward to take it from me, hand only just whispering against mine to ease the thick container from my grasp.

“Just tell me what else you need.” He said softly. Maker, I hated this… I’d sprinted through waves of enemy fire carrying over half my body weight in gear to reach wounded soldiers, but, in that moment, I couldn’t manage even retrieving my own damn bacta… Motioning vaguely toward the handful of supplies I’d already gathered, I managed a small shrug.

“That’s probably it, I think.” The words felt so small, and I found myself cringing at the mere sound of them. Tomorrow… Tomorrow I would force that bouncing smile back in place. Tomorrow I would remember every horror I’d faced and conquered. Tomorrow I would remember that I was strong, and I’d find a way to draw back my shoulders and plant my feet beneath me so I could stand tall beside these amazing soldiers – these amazing men… but, as I felt his hand settle gently against my back, I had to grant myself permission to be weak, if only for that night, and, amidst the quiet concern and utter lack of judgement from the man beside me, I found some way to forgive myself for it.

“I’m guessing most of the bruises aren’t just on your face.” He started tentatively, and a small huff left me at the quiet apology in his hinted words, head just shifting in a brief nod. “Are you okay with me helping you? I could get you a blanket – something to help keep you covered.” There was that gentleness I so loved him for; somehow finding a way to draw a small smile to my lips even through the haze of emotion that had robbed me of my strength and left me so deathly tired.

“It’s fine, Echo.” I breathed, shooting him a ragged shadow of a smirk. “Not like I don’t have a breastband on. Plus, medic school has a way of stripping people of that kind of shame.” He let out a knowing chuckle, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had similar experiences from his arc training. Still, when I reached up to undo the clasp at my neck, he turned away in some instinctual offer for privacy.

My fond smile lasted just until I’d begun rolling the skin-tight material up my chest, muscles seizing at the movement. Gritting my teeth against the unavoidable hurt, my hand tightened around the black fabric, scowling with the effort to push through the sharp pain tearing through my back and shoulder as I strained to silence the tiny hitches in my breath, the whimper I only just managed to choke back until finally caving, body trembling against the exhaustion and pain and blinding frustration.

“Echo,” his name left my lips in a quiet plea, “um… could you… I seem to be struggling a bit with this damn skinsuit.” He hesitated only a moment before turning back to me, brows just tensing above the darkness that filled those gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah,” he sighed softly, “turn around.” With a slow breath, I turned my back to him, absently reaching out to steady myself against the ledge of the counter. Still, I couldn’t fight back the way my body tensed at the first brush of his hand over the strip of exposed skin at my waist. “Sorry – hand’s probably cold.” He murmured, pausing only briefly in a silent offer for me to pull away.

“Actually, cold sounds pretty nice right now.” I whispered despite the way my body already shook, but the thought of that cold touch against the swollen and bruised skin just hidden by the thin layer of cloth promised a comfort I couldn’t help but crave; a balm to sooth the heat collected in mistreated flesh. Reassured I hadn’t changed my mind, Echo carefully slipped his thumb between the sensitive skin and the bottom hem of my shirt, movements impossibly gentle as he wedged the fabric up an inch at a time, shifting smoothly from side to side.

I knew exactly what he saw that made him suddenly freeze, heard the screaming absence of breath as the air staled in his lungs; felt the way his eyes burred into the mass of dark purple just beneath my rib. Without a word, his touch dragged across my back to push the shirt up just that much more, and he released a tense, shaking exhale. Movements softening into something that threatened to break me, he continued so slowly, I barely felt him until his fingers only just whispered against my neck to grip the bundle as he stepped quietly around me. I fought to hide the grimace twisting over my lips as I tried to move my arms enough to help him slip the garment over my head, but his quiet words quickly stilled that futile effort.

“I’ve got it.” Even that brief attempt to force such a simple movement left me struggling beneath gritted teeth and too-quick breaths, but that didn’t matter when I saw the ice in Echo’s carefully blank expression, eyes studying each mark of that man’s fury marring my chest, the vivid outlines of his hands clearly defined in nearly black shades of purple along my arms and across my throat just beneath where the neckline of my shirt had been, before finally settling on the ruin of my face.

The horrified rage that kept fighting to wrench his expression into a scowl left me frozen, guilt twisting through my chest. I should have just done this myself – should have taken care of it days ago so they never found out to begin with. The tiny tremor in his hand as he reached for me broke my heart, and I couldn’t bring myself to even breathe as his fingers fluttered across my ruined cheek almost too softly for me to feel before carefully slipping around the back of my neck. With such painstaking care, he lowered his forehead to just settle against mine, and I felt the way he shook beneath each purposefully regulated breath, eyes clenching shut against some fleeting struggle for control, and I couldn’t stay silent in the wake of his hurt.

“Hey… I’m okay.” I don’t think I believed those words until I found myself needing to breathe them into the shuddering air trapped between us. “I’m okay, Echo.” My hands moved on their own to whisper softly over the trembling muscle straining against his jaw. “I’m okay.” Only after several more strained breaths did he finally pull back, hand lingering on my neck for just a moment longer as his eyes locked onto mine with a sorrow and guilt that sent tears clawing up my throat. With a final, sharp sigh, he tore his gaze away, stepping back to reach for the tube of bacta.

He couldn’t seem to bring himself to meet my eyes again as he began meticulously covering each discolored patch of skin with that cool gel, touch such a gentle caress, I couldn’t help but find myself leaning into it. The few areas struck hard enough to split the skin, he carefully bandaged with textbook precision. After he tended to my back, I could have thanked him, relieved him of any obligation driving him to address each exposed patch of dark bruises in turn, but I knew that look in those haunted eyes. There was nothing he could do about what had happened, but, this, working to lessen the damage already done, this was with within his power, and it offered as much comfort to him as it did to me. So I stayed quiet, eyes watching the tender movements of his hand as he worked to remove even the memory of that man’s touch.

When he finally turned his ministrations to my face, that tension stole threw him anew. Lips just twitching into something that wanted to be a smile, I let my fingers brush over his wrist.

“It’s alright, Echo,” I promised gently, “you don’t have to-” but before I could finish, he silently raised his hand to the hard lump on the side of my jaw, guiding the clear blue gel carefully along the bruised skin of my cheek, over the painful gash on my lower lip, fingertips just tracing the swollen bridge of my nose. I let my eyes close as he circled the dark flesh surrounding my left eye, and didn’t notice the way my head began to sink forward until my name whispered gently over his lips.

Chest swelling with a nearly forgotten breath, I belated pushed myself back up, eyes reluctantly opening just enough to search for him. The worry pulling his pale face into the beginnings of a frown sent a flush of heat up my neck.

“I’m fine.” I assured him, though even I could hear the slight mumble in my words. “Side effect of using so much bacta.” A hum caught in my throat as I tried to blink away the haze of exhaustion. “And I haven’t… hmm… been a few days since I’ve been able to get much sleep.” His hand slipped carefully around my arm to steady me against the way my body had begun to sway, and I just noticed that tension steal back over him. Forcing some bit of alertness back into my faltering mind, I looked up at him; saw the way his attention had locked onto my hip, and I didn’t need to look to know he could see the outline of a thumb, that he knew the rest of the handprint wrapped around my waist just beneath the fabric.

“Unless you’re terribly eager to get me out of my pants, I think I can take care of the rest.” I whispered, pleased to hear that teasing lilt playing once more with my voice, and even the weak huff of a chuckle it drew from him was a balm to the terrible weight lingering between us. He glanced away from me a moment, jaw working over words he hadn’t yet managed to form before letting his gaze shift tentatively back to mine.

“Why don’t you take Hunter’s cot tonight?” He asked quietly, and I couldn’t hide my surprise at the offer. “He’s on watch for a while and…” The way his words stumbled over his tongue left me frozen, “I’d honestly just feel better if we can keep an eye on you.” A flush of color crept up his neck, silent plea screaming through those eyes. I didn’t answer for a moment, trying to come to terms with the idea, but I was too tired to grasp the thought for long. I just wanted to sleep; to be free of the wretched memory of that night. I didn’t realize how much I truly didn’t want to be alone until hearing the simple need in his words.

“If he doesn’t mind…” I replied hesitantly, failing to fully stifle the whisper of hope in my voice. A relieved smile flashed across his lips, shoulders straightening as he drew in a deep breath.

“I’ll talk to him to make sure. Finish up, and I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” I gave a small nod, hands already reaching for the waistline of my pants as he turned to leave.

I barely remembered the automated motions of lathering those last few bruises hidden around my hips in bacta before stumbling to my personal locker, the way my hands fumbled with the far more forgiving fabric of my sleepwear; the moment my body tried to collapse, falling heavily against the wall as my balance failed me in a strained attempt to step into my shorts.

The distant call of my name sounded more like a memory than a voice, and it wasn’t until hearing the tap at the door that a hum caught in my throat in some useless attempt at a response, only catching a brief glimpse of Echo as the door hissed open before that merciless weight dragged against my eyelids, body slumping sideways. I didn’t hear the quick flurry of words as Echo darted across the room, but the flush of recognition was all I needed to melt into his touch as he quickly pulled me against him.

“Hey-hey; you still with me, Doc?” The warmth of his breath tickled across my scalp, mind begrudgingly working to find some meaning in his voice.

“Mhmm.” The grumble barely made it past my lips, feet belatedly shifting to find purchase beneath me.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed, huh?” The warmth that touched his quiet murmur only further robbed me of any will to move, eagerly pressing further into him. “I know; that stuff can really take it out of you… Come on – just hold onto me, okay?” The world seemed to dance for a moment, wrenching some fleeting whisper of awareness back just enough to find the gentle concern in Echo’s eyes, and then nothing else mattered because I realized he was holding me.

“Echo.” His name stumbled over my lips, head wilting to rest thoughtlessly against his shoulder. “’m so tired.” I could feel his thumb brush softly over my arm as he started slowly through the ship.

“I know,” he breathed. “That’s good. You need to rest. We’ll keep watch.”

Body already rocking beneath the leisurely ebb and flow of exhaustion-dulled breaths, I managed a final hum in some fleeting recognition of his words and readily let the steady rhythm of his strides lull me into a blissfully empty sleep.

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sporesgalaxy · 1 year

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Real curious about trigun but I got three questions:

1) what's up with the Christian vibes?

2)the blond guys (plants???) have trans vibes, actual coding or just an accident? (fine either way just curious)

3) what's the plot? Space cowboys?

Anyways Millie is cool, (I once mistook the girl typically next to her for that guy from genshin impact)

1) Christian vibes are why I want to lock myself in a room for a month and emerge with a 3 hour video essay about Trigun very very badly right now.

Trigun spends a lot of time exploring Forgiveness, Mercy, and Redemption, which are famously also the themes of Jesus' wacky adventures in the New Testament.

But. You know how in the old testament there was like a bunch of Divine Wrath and stuff? And it feels really incongruent with the forgiveness in the New Testament sometimes. And also for many centuries Christians have cited God's divine acts of wrath as justification for incredible acts of cruelty against their fellow man? You know how that history of cruelty and punishment is, at this point, just as synonymous with Christianity as the Jesus Forgiveness stuff?

Well Trigun is about how the Jesus Forgiveness stuff is better. Not because Jesus said so but because of the enormous OBSERVABLE positive impact that forgiveness and redemption can have. Positive impact that wrath and retribution rob all parties involved of the chance to witness.

Trigun tells a story which demonstrates this in largely secular situations but underscores both the forgiveness and the wrath with divine imagery. And since both the forgiveness and the wrath are equally visually tied to the divine, symbols of divinity cannot be considered synonymous with perfection, unerring judgement, nor inherent rightness or goodness. Divinity becomes simply a symbol of power, and power is a double-edged sword as well. The power to do good is also the power to cause massive harm, and in many cases people will treat power pessimistically out of an understandable will for self-preservation.

But power is neither inherently good nor bad-- power ultimately reflects the flawed and fallible person weilding it. I could go on but this is really long so I'll stop lol :)

WAIT. Divinity = Power, Angels are the symbol of Divinity, Angels are messengers of God, Communication and connecting with others is emphasized, Communication = Power = Divinity ok I'll stop for real tee hee

2) I don't know if the trans coding was intentional, but HOLY SHIT is it THERE.

Most blatantly, Vash and Knives are Plants, and every other Plant we see is referred to as a woman/has female secondary sex characteristics.

Also Plants visually resemble angels, and it's common belief angels do not have gender like humans do since they are pure and holy beings. I couldn't quickly find a source for that, but I know that Alchemy has some emphasis on hermaphroditism as, like, the holier form. So I guess by that logic you could also say they're intersex but I'm veering off topic.

Thirdly in the 1998 anime they gave the child versions of Vash and Knives long hair that ended up being cut off in ways that symbolized important developments in their identities. Knives example is what I have on hand lol. It just smacks of transgenderism.

3) DEEP SPACE PLANET FUTURE GUN ACTION!!!!

Wacky space cowboy Vash the Stampede roams the space desert planet where humans are barely hanging onto survival using the tech of their spacefaring ancestors! He can shoot with perfect accuracy, and is wanted for DESTROYING AN ENTIRE CITY, but is a staunch pacifist?! How odd!

What's Vash's deal? What happened that made humans unable to go back to space? Why'd they land on this desert planet that sucks to live on? Learn this and much more in TRIGUN!

#asks #my trigun #trigun discussion

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velvetjune · 1 day

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[video description: Doctor Darling and an assistant are being filmed in one of his labs. She is at the computers and he’s walking near a table. Darling playfully hits a newtons cradle with a pointer stick, while the assistant looks directly at the camera with judgement. End VD.]

[ID: Cropped text from FBC files between Hubert and Carla. The first from Hubert reads, “Hi Carla, Does it strike you as odd that Darling insists on having us appear in those bizarre videos of his? I mean, we just stand there, he doesn't even let us have lines or anything. Don't get me wrong-beats a day in the lab. Plus it's always great to work with you.” The second from Carla reads, “Yes, the video shoots are always interesting. I expect my availability for those to decrease in the future, however, as my analysis of this newly discovered Black Rock variant is reaching a critical point. I hope you will be able to attend them still. Darling seems to be under a lot of pressure lately, and I'm sure he would appreciate any support you can provide.” End ID.]

The tension here is atrocious. They can’t stand Darling’s fun and whimsical attitude

#it could also be the lack of ethics. or ego. or need to be the hero.#but im going with them hating he’s a little silly #control 2019 #control remedy #casper darling #video described #image description #I support Carla I cannot imagine how miserable being stuck in a room doing nothing but #being surrounded by 2 guys you don’t particularly like and one has an obvious crush #im still dying over darlings pleased expression when he gets the newtons cradle magnetized to the pointer 😭😭😭

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 1 month

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Hi hello I am, once again, posting abt why Staticmoth makes me uncomfortable because I have a lot of thoughts about it that I just need to get out.

What makes toxic cesspool ships fun, for me at least, is that both characters are equally bad to eachother. Not that they're equally bad to the people AROUND them, that's a different dynamic, but to EACHOTHER. It makes you go "phew thank god they're dating eachother and literally not anybody else". It's SCP containment.

Staticmoth, as presented in episode 2, isn't like that. Like YES, Vox IS just as bad as Val in the sense that he enables Val's treatment of other people and does his own weird shitty billionaire stuff, but everything, and I mean EVERYTHING Vox does to Val SPECIFICALLY that could be considered a red flag in that episode is in response to, or immediately followed up by, Val doing something significantly worse to him. Vox grabs him and screams in his face? Val had already screamed in his face MULTIPLE times, threw a drink at him, and broke his phone. Vox lowkey manipulates Val into not going to shoot up the hotel? Val then proceeds to manipulate Vox into making a public fool out of himself for shits and giggles. That isn't. That isn't fun to watch. Having something that pisses you off leveraged against you to make you look like a fool isn't fun.

Idk, seeing people claim Vox is equally shit to Val just... really rubs me the wrong way. It feels disingenuous at best and victim-blamey at worst. I don't feel like talking about actual domestic abuse right now because A; we HAVEN'T SEEN ENOUGH OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO MAKE ANY HARD JUDGEMENTS ON IT and B; I don't. I don't want to bring serious topics into my shipping takes. Not right now. I just. I don't. HOWEVER, I would like to recommend Princess Weekes' video on mutual abuse, because it's a really good breakdown of how toxic relationships work and gets into the real world stuff that makes Staticmoth iffy to me better than I ever could in a poorly worded Tumblr post I'm writing while sleep deprived.

Oh also disclaimer: this is in no way me telling people to stop shipping Staticmoth. Like I've said before, we haven't seen enough of their relationship to pin down their exact canon dynamic, and until then you can literally do whatever the fuck you want with them lmao. This was just me talking about red flags I've noticed and why I don't feel comfortable shipping them. It's also literally not my place to say what you can and cannot do. Blah blah blah free speech etc if I see content I don't like it's my responsibility to block and move on. Also it would be kinda hypocritical of me because I am a dirty dirty Polyvees stan smh

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #not gonna tag as ship cuz its kinda. not ship #late night ramblings

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beardedmrbean · 3 months

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We should give California back to Mexico. Here a video of it https://twitter.com/TheEbonyMaw/status/1745122746063835323?t=__J1UmXK6FhwEHSYIzTN2w&s=19

And their chanting “Free Palestine” my god this is chicken for KFC

How the fuck did my autistic ass miss this

Nobody ever seems to ask hamass to stop shooting, not in any great number at least, it's always Israel that needs to stop for some reason.

Which is insane since they aren't really the one that starts the shooting except that one time they did the preemptive attack on egypt over 50 years ago.

Not really a mystery why for the people that are leading the chants at least.

But maybe just once they should give that at try, you know asking the person that started the war by invading another country and then violated the ceasefire that was arranged to stop shooting and institute a ceasefire.

Also, always love the 'give X back to Mexico' as if Mexico isn't a country that started out the exact same way the US and every other country in the Americas did. That and we paid a fair price at the time for it, so Mexico can make a offer to buy it back maybe.

These people have black holes occupying the parts of their brains regular folks have dedicated to common sense and the ability to make reasoned judgements.

#anonymous

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"Text me when you get home safely." for the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule

Kayla really couldn’t believe her luck, getting to sit in on a real live Julie and the Phantoms band practice. Sure she and Julie had become friendly after Carrie got over herself and declared her cool again, but still! They were a real band with a real contract for a real label to make at least three albums once they graduated.

Plus Kayla was not so secretly a fan of them-their music was so her style, and Julie had even asked her if she wanted to choreograph something for a music video!

Also she might have the tiniest teensiest crush on Julie. And Julie’s bassist Reggie. And well, Carrie isn’t someone Kayla would kick out of bed. Regardless, she was never going to act on any of those feelings, since Julie was dating Luke and she knew Carrie and Reggie had gone on more than a few dates.

So Kayla was just going to bury her feelings, groove to some great bops, then go eat her feelings with a pint of Chunky Monkey.

Only when band practice was over, Julie invited her to stay for their homework session. And Kayla wasn’t about to turn down math help from Reggie or history help from Alex. She gave them help with Civics and Biology in return anyways.

��Shoot,” Luke said, glancing at his phone. “Mom says I gotta get home, horrid Aunt Bertha is coming over and she needs reinforcements.”

Kayla noted how everyone winced at the name and wondered if she would get some stories later about the infamous Bertha.

“Text me when you get home safely, okay?” Julie requested. “No wheelies on your bike this time.”

“Sure thing boss,” Luke said with a grin, ruffling the back of his hair making Kayla get a good view of a nasty gash on his arm, presumably from his last wheelie. He leaned in and gave Julie a sweet kiss goodbye, which didn’t make Kayla’s inside shrivel, not at all.

Only then Luke went over and planted a sloppy kiss to Reggie’s mouth as well. “Mario Kart later?”

“Carlos and I are gonna kick your butt!” Reggie replied, “Jules you in?”

Julie went over and snuggled into Reggie’s side, pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. “As long as you don’t whine when I beat you.”

“Never,” Reggie replied, nuzzling their noses. Kayla’s eyes flew to Carrie, who was just shaking her head fondly. And Luke…

Luke was giving sweet kisses to Alex, then Willie. A kiss to the cheek for Flynn, who returned it and he pressed a kiss to Carrie’s forehead and she rolled her eyes at him and then pulled him in for a proper smooch.

He approached Kayla then, and froze. “I was just gonna go in for a kiss, sorry!”

“Wh-what is happening here?” Kayla demanded.

The group exchanged glances, and it was finally Julie who spoke up. “Oh, we’re kinda all together?”

“All of you?”

“Well Willie and I are only with the guys, obviously,” Alex replied.

“And the only guy I like romantically is Reggie,” Flynn added. “But Carrie, Julie, and I are all together.”

“How does that even work?” Kayla asked, more curious than judgemental.

That’s when Flynn pulled out her very nice looking relationship flow chart, explaining it. Also dragging Alex and Reggie for their initial awful attempts at making the chart.

“Wow,” Kayla said finally. “That sounds so complicated but cool.”

“And there’s always room for more,” Reggie said with an eyebrow waggle.

“Way to keep it classy Reginald,” Alex groaned with a face palm.

Julie shook her head fondly then faced Kayla. “What Reggie is trying to say is that he likes you as well. So do I. So if you’re okay with it…”

“So cool!” Kayla exclaimed.

“So can I kiss you before I go?” Luke asked.

“I don’t think you’re my type,” Kayla replied. “But why not try and see?”

Turns out that Luke was a pretty good kisser, and Kayla had to re-evaluate what her type was-and now she had a pile of partners to help her figure it out.

Pretty good end to band practice in her mind. And she couldn’t wait until the next one!

#filled prompts #ficlet #the greater polyphantoms polycule #julie and the phantoms

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Ok so we may have an issue… the idea of that hysterical literature au has wormed its way into my brain and I think I maybe have a completely new kink? Unfortunate, as there’s like… not too much content like that, but god does it something special for me. anyways, Ive been thinking:

What if Dream’s never revealed his face or anything else about himself, he’s incredibly well known but also incredibly secretive. He reaches out to Hob’s agent. (And then watches through more of hob’s content, falling a bit more for hob’s easy smile and kind demeanor every time.)

On Hob’s side of things he’s just finished this project with a book he adores, he’s gone back and read through Dream’s book twice after filming, checked out what he could from the local library, and ordered the rest. He’s just so so enamored with the prose (and maybe a bit with the secretive writer). The video was a smash hit, and he’s been inundated with requests for more already. Then his agent calls, tells him that the author of the book reached out. Hob completely didn’t expect that, he’s gained a fairly devoted following, but he isn’t a Big Name or anything. He’s a bit worried at first, Was Dream upset? Did he want to sue or have it taken down? And then he gets told that dream would like to talk about doing more things with his books together? hob nearly faints in response. His agent (Matthew? Jessamy? Lucienne? Death? I’m partial to death maybe) has to make sure he’s not dead or in shock. He spends damn near a whole day just processing this information, and then responds with only slightly curbed enthusiasm. The two exchange words and ideas, both crushing helplessly on the other and consistently (and a bit guiltily) masturbating to each other’s body of works. there’s so much potential for feelings, smut, pining, a bit of mental anguish, and a healthy dose of shenanigans along the way

This could end any number of ways!

Maybe at some point Dream sees Hob in the pasta aisle of the grocery store, or at a favorite small local restaurant. He immediately leaves or hides or runs away, blushing furiously, but not before Hob sees him.

Maybe one of them writes up an overly indulgent never-to-be-sent email draft expressing their feelings. Only to have it accidentally send. Maybe they meet at a fancy event and hook up.

Maybe there’s meddling on the part of their respective agents.

who knows!

Love,

💍 anon

AMAZING!!!!! Just. Omg. This au is SO good and I’m so pleased you’ve expanded on it here!! I’m obsessed.

Just. All the feelings that must be going on!!! Hob is half in love with Dream just through reading his books, and even though they’ve never met he’s just absolutely captivated by him. As they exchange emails, Hob just can’t work out why Dream is being so cool and nice to him, and enthusiastic about the project!!! Hob adores his career and is very proud of what he’s achieved, but he expects that someone like Dream would look down on his life choices and be rather judgemental. But Dream is polite, interested, always keen to take Hob’s point of view when they work together. Hob is still doing other shoots but he’s constantly thinking about Dream, his books, his way with words. It’s an obsession at this point.

Dream is in the exact same mental state!!! Hob is constantly sending him drafts of their collaborative project to get his opinion on the quality of the reading, the amount of build-up towards each climax, even his outfit! Poor Dream is trying to offer a professional, artistic opinion but he can’t even think about it properly until he’s wrung himself dry of orgasms. He’s a complete disaster and all he wants to do is write about Hob… so he does. He makes Hob into the protagonist in his latest novella, about a man who is driven to ecstasy when he hears the music of a certain composer. It’s… a thinly viewed depiction of real life.

And when Dream finishes the draft, he sends it off to Matthew for a read-through. Or at least he means to send it to Matthew. Instead, it ends up attached to his latest email to Hob, and he doesn’t realise until it’s too late.

Does Hob work out that Dream has written this new story about him? Unfortunately he’s a little bit oblivious… until he records himself reading it just like he’s done with the other stories, and he suddenly gets a very pleasant bolt of post-nut clarity and finally realises that maybe he does have a shot with Dream after all <3

#💍 anon #dreamling #the sandman #nsft #hysterical literature au

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steddieassheg0es · 2 years

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Score One Harrington

“You seriously brought that here?”

Steve isn’t sure if he should be mad or embarrassed, or some combo of the two as he stares blankly at the board in front of him with the familiar “You Rule/You Suck” written on it. There’s still a tally of 0 to 6. And it is currently resting on the break room table at Family Video.

“Of course I did. Gotta keep that ego of yours in check, your highness.” Robin laughs. “Besides, how else am I supposed to entertain myself on a slow day? Watching you strike out is the highlight of my shift. Or was, anyway. I haven’t seen you shoot your shot since Scoops.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me if spider monsters and getting drugged by Russians doesn’t put me in the mood.”

“Aw Stevie, where’s your sense of adventure?”

Steve hold back a groan as he hears the voice of the real reason he hasn’t even thought of flirting with anyone in a while now. Normally he’s thrilled when Eddie drops in to hang out with them at work, but he’d love to keep the humiliation of this to just Robin. The fact that he’s got his hair tied back and is wearing a fucking crop top does not help the situation.

“I know you can read, Munson. That sign on the door is there for a reason. Last I checked you’re not an employee.”

“Like a sign has ever stopped me before. Speaking of signs, what’s with that thing, who sucks?”

Robin lights up with vicious glee and he knows all hope that she’ll spare him is lost.

“Steve-o. Turns out the rumors are so not true. Whoever said he was charming was delusional. I’ve been keeping tally of his epic inability to score.”

Eddie’s face scrunches up adorably with confusion. “Steve can’t get a girl?”

“Nope, you should see him in action. It’s painful.”

—

Eddie finds that incredibly hard to believe. He’s so undeniably charmed by Steve without the man even trying, he can’t imagine being able to resist if he were.

Still, a selfish part of him is glad that Steve’s having no luck with the ladies. Which is dumb. Single or not Eddie knows he doesn’t stand a chance.

But hey a guy can dream.

“Aww Stevie, you’ve lost your touch? That’s a damn shame.”

“Shove it, Munson. That board is woefully out dated. I haven’t struck out in a while now.”

Robin snickers. “Only because you haven’t tried.”

Eddie doesn’t think Robin sees just how uncomfortable Steve is with the continued assault on his lack of a love life. He feels bad for his earlier joy. Steve deserves to be wanted, to be loved. By someone he wants back. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s a huge romantic even if he wouldn’t admit it. Steve’s the kind of guy who has so much love to give, it must be hard to have no where to put it.

“I’m sure you just need some practice to get your groove back, man, don’t sweat it.”

—

Steve thinks something in his brain must have short circuited. It’s the only explanation for why he does what he does next.

Which is to lean forward into Eddie’s space. He gently tucks one of the curls that has escaped his bun behind his ear. He lets his fingers trail down Eddie’s cheek as he pulls away.

Eddie has turned a lovely shade of pink, and stand frozen in place. Steve pushes forward with his stupidity.

“You must not have any trouble, hm? Pretty doe eyes. Those dimples. Bet you can get anyone you want.”

He can see Robin out of the corner of his eye, staring in shock. And maybe a little bit impressed. There is definitely judgement on her face. Whatever game he thinks he’s playing, she sees right through him. He chooses to ignore her for the time being.

Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. He’s blushing to the tips of his ears and seems to be at a loss for words. His eyes flick over to Robin, and then suddenly he’s flinching away from Steve.

“Hah. Right, yeah point made. You still got it. Congrats. I’ll uh…I’ll see you guys later.”

He barely gets the words out before he flees, and Steve is left crushed. And wondering how he can possibly salvage their friendship after he just made Eddie so clearly very uncomfortable.

—

Shit. He’s such an idiot. For a moment he let himself get caught up. To fall prey to incredible force that is Steve Harrington flirting. The second Steve crowded in to his space, the conversation they had just been having vanished from his mind.

When he saw the look on Robin’s face, reality set in.

Of course he wasn’t actually flirting with Eddie. He was making a point. Showing off his charm, still fully intact. Eddie feels the shame and embarrassment clogging his throat. He knows Steve didn’t mean anything by it, he’s too good to intentionally fuck with Eddie this way if he knew, but it doesn’t stop him from dying inside.

He’s back in his van before he even realizes he’s moved, fighting back the urge to vomit. How the fuck is he ever going to face him again? Explain why the hell he cut and run like that? If Steve doesn’t figure it out, he knows Robin certainly has. He’s pretty sure she’s had her suspicions about his feelings for Steve for a while now, no way she has any doubts after that horrible scene.

He’s so completely fucked. The best he can hope for now is that Steve will be a bit distant but at least stay his friend.

Shit.

—

“Well that was certainly…interesting.” Robbin wanders over to the break room table and puts a tally down under “You Rule” with a dramatic flourish. “I mean he did run away, but I think you still earned a point. So Steve, now what?”

“What are you talking about? He ran away. Robbie he couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Jesus, I freaked him out. What the fuck was I thinking?” His voice is shrill with panic.

“Woah there. Calm down, dingus. Did you not see the look on his face before he took off? I thought his face was going to actually catch on fire he was so red, oh my god. As hilarious as the two of you being total idiots is, it’s also getting kind of sad at this point.”

Steve is pacing, hands in his hair. He’s not really absorbing anything Robin is saying to him, too busy freaking out. Seriously, what was he thinking? His pride was wounded in front of his crush so he decides to…flirt with him to prove a point?! There’s no way Eddie doesn’t know now. How can he explain that he didn’t mean it?

Well he did mean it, but not really, he hadn’t intended to ever let this slip. He was fine with just being friends, had no delusions of Eddie feeling the same. No matter how much Robin insisted the other man was definitely gay. Didn’t mean he liked Steve. Hell Steve was shocked they were even friends, he knew Eddie could do so much better than him.

“Steven!”

He gets the feeling she’s been trying to get his attention for a while now. “I hate when you call me that.”

“At least it caught your attention. You seriously need to chill out. Listen, I know I’ll never get it through your thick skull that Eddie likes you-“

“He doesn’t!”

“We’ve been over this. I’ve literally never seen him smile at anyone the way he smiles at you…” He opens his mouth to interject again, but she quickly and loudly keeps talking. “BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW. The point is, heart eyes or no, Eddie’s not going to stop being friends with you for being bi, Steve. That’s not who he is.”

Steve stops his pacing, collapsing into a heap on the floor leaning against the wall. His head in his hands, he lets out a deep sigh. Tries desperately to hold back the tears he can feel burning behind his eyelids.

“I know that. I’m not afraid he’s gonna be a homophobe. Or biphobe. But being accepting of a guy who likes girls and guys, and being accepting of a guy liking you are two different things. Rob, if my crush on you hadn’t been 90% based on us just being awesome together and 10% me desperately wanting to be with someone who actually liked me as a person…If I hadn’t gotten over it once I realized it wasn’t real, you really think you could have stayed my friend? Knowing I was pining after you?”

Robin looks uncomfortable at the thought and he knows he’s right. “I mean that’s different. I’m not into guys, any guy being into me is weird and uncomfortable. And I’m not Eddie. I love you, but I don’t think the sun shines out of your ass. Steve, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do to fuck things up with Eddie. At least not in a way that’s totally beyond repair.””

“I don’t know Robin.”

“Well here’s an idea, dingus. Go and talk to him. Don’t let this fester. It’s a ghost town in here anyway, I’ll cover for you. Don’t argue with me! Just go.”

And with that he’s shoved out of the break room.

—

Eddie makes it home before he breaks down. He’s thankful that Uncle Wayne is at work, because the second he’s through the door he’s leaning back against it sobbing.

What a fucking mess. He got a glimpse of the thing he wanted more than anything, and for a second he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest. And then reality set in and not only was the rug ripped out from under him and his little fantasy, but now he’s ruined the best thing in his life.

Even if Steve keeps being his friend, he knows things will be different. He’s been foolish, taking advantage of Steve’s obliviousness too much. There’s no way he can keep up with calling him things like “sweetheart” and “pretty boy”. The touches to his lower back, his wrist, his hair. Probably won’t be able to hug at all anymore, but certainly not those long lingering ones that make him feel like he’s home.

He’s pathetic enough that he’ll take what he can get. But he knows watching Steve pull away with destroy him.

Eddie’s not sure how long he stays like that. Long enough that he runs out of tears and just sits there feeling hollow. He nearly jumps out of his skin when there’s a knock at the door against his back.

“Eddie? Your van’s outside, I know you’re in there. Can we talk?”

Fuck.

He turns and stares at the doorknob. He’s not ready for this yet. He thought he had time to prepare himself to deal with the fall out. But there’s nothing he can do now. He’s not going to ignore Steve. He can’t. So he takes a deep breath and opens the door.

“Hey, can I…can I come in?”

He shifts to the side to let Steve in. He stares outside for a few beats, delaying the inevitable, then closes the door and turns to face this. Eddie’s surprised to see how torn up Steve looks. Probably feels bad for flirting now that he knows. So he tries to salvage this as much as he can by taking the lead.

“Look, Steve, it’s fine. We’re good, yeah? I’m not stupid I don’t expect anything. I just want to keep being friends.”

Steve’s face morphs into one of confusion. “What do you mean you don’t expect anything?”

Eddie sighs and looks down at his feet, unable to handle looking into those eyes when he says this. “Come on, I know you figured out I’m into you, ok? And I know you weren’t actually hitting on me. I know you don’t feel that way about me and I never expected you to. I wasn’t ever going to say anything. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I get it if I have now and I’m sorry. I just really hope we can stay friends.”

When the silence carries on for too long, he finally dares to look up. Steve is staring at him with wide eyes, looking completely shocked. Shit. Did he not know? Did Eddie just fuck things up by trying to fix them?

“You…What? You’re into me?”

Now it’s Eddies turn to be speechless. Steve’s face shifts from shock to one that Eddie can’t really decipher and he has no idea what to do now.

Eddie flinches when Steve laughs. “Shit…Robin’s never gonna let me live this down.” Then Steve’s tilting his head like a puppy. “Wait, then why did you run away?”

“…What?”

“I thought you left because I made you uncomfortable. If you weren’t, like, disgusted by me why’d you go?”

Eddie has no idea what’s happening. He feels like he’s trying to read a book but some of the pages have been torn out so he’s left trying to catch up. But the utter confusion is better than devastation at least.

“Why would I be disgusted by you?”

“Because I’m into you. I flirted with you. It wasn’t very subtle. I figured I freaked you out because you caught on to my embarrassingly huge crush on you. But if that’s not it why’d you bolt out of there?”

“I…what? Am I fucking high?”

Steve giggles and in a distant part of his brain he can’t help but think how cute it is. The rest of him is stuck on embarrassingly huge crush.

“I don’t think so. Eddie, you still haven’t answered me. Why’d you leave? Why didn’t you tell me you felt the same way?”

“I didn’t think you were serious! Jesus, in what world does Steve Harrington flirt with Eddie the freak Munson and mean it?”

Steve frowns. “Don’t call yourself that, you’re not a freak.”

“Oh my god, that is so not the point right now Steve. You have a crush on me? Since fucking when?”

The frown gives way to a shy smile. Suddenly Steve is looking at him all soft and fond, and it completely destroys his ability to think. The emotional whiplash is overwhelming.

“I think since you pinned me to the wall with a broken bottle to my throat. Confused the shit out of me, that’s for sure. I didn’t really realize it until I saw you surrounded by the demobats bleeding out on the ground. I thought you were gonna die, man. What a shitty moment to figure out you’re in love with someone, right when you’re about to lose them. I was a fucking wreck. The happiest moment of my life was when you opened your eyes in the hospital.”

Eddie remembers that moment. He was on some good shit, feeling floaty and not even sure he’d actually made it out or if he was hallucinating. But he opened his eyes and there was Steve. Holding on to his hand with tear streaked cheeks, looking at him like he’d performed a miracle by just breathing. Which to be fair, it was close to miraculous that he’d survived. It wasn’t until later he found out Steve had carried him out, and he’d refused any kind of medical care for himself until Eddie woke up. Even then he was practically dragged out by some nurses.

He’d been in awe of his bravery then. He is again now, watching Steve hand him his heart on a silver platter.

—

It’s dawning on Steve that Eddie only said he was ‘into’ him. Maybe spilling his guts and saying he’s in love with him was too much. Just as he’s starting to fully work himself into a panic, a pair of lips touch his own and the chaos in his brain stops.

It’s a painfully sweet kiss, Eddie’s hands so gentle as they trail up his jaw, fingers curling against his neck. He’s never been touched like this. Like he’s something precious. It’s immediately addictive.

Eddie hums around a smile as he pulls back, those huge brown eyes gone soft like melted chocolate. His thumbs stroke Steve’s cheeks.

“I love you. God you have no idea.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie gives him what Robin calls his ‘Steve smile’. It lights up his whole face, dimples on full display, and it makes Steve’s heart flutter every time. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eddie. You have no idea. I’d have hit on you a lot sooner if I thought I had a chance. Actually…that’s why I haven’t struck out since Scoops. I mean first the whole chaos of Starcourt happened, but then I met you and I just didn’t see the point in trying. I knew it would never work with someone else until I got over you.”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Shit, Stevie. I thought you were straight. If I’d known you liked guys I’d have taken a shot at you ages ago.”

“Yeah, I thought so too…you were kind of my bi awakening. I mean looking back I’ve definitely been attracted to guys before, but never anyone I was really interested in beyond that. So I just brushed it off as like, platonically acknowledging that other guys can be hot. Aesthetic appreciation or whatever. What I felt about you was a lot harder to ignore. Hell everything about you is impossible to ignore.”

They’re both all grins, trading confessions back and forth for awhile and just basking in being able to finally say all of this out loud. Eventually the emotions get to be too much, and he just has to touch.

He’s allowed to do that now, too. So he leans in to capture Eddie’s smiling lips.

—

Steve turns out to be right. Robin does not let either of them live it down. Neither does the rest of the party. But no amount of teasing can ruin their joy.

They get their revenge by being disgustingly affectionate all the time, so they call it a win.

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things fic #eddie munson #Steve Harrington #mutual pining #idiots in love #robin buckley #robin ships it #gay eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #my writing #my fic #eddie munson lives rent free in my head #eddie munson lives

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