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Robin Hood Rewatch: 2x08 Get Carter!

This is actually one of my favourite episodes of the season, partly because I really enjoy relationship angst, but mostly because we get multiple characters dealing with their trauma/grief. If we can't get these guys and gals into therapy, at least we get to see them talk (and hug) it out.

Also the best episode title they're had for a while - I have no doubt one of the writers is a fan, and Carter is so named only because they wanted to make this reference. The assassin seeking revenge for a dead brother is wholesale lifted from the plot of the film, and Joseph Kennedy almost has a passing resemblance to Michael Caine's look in that role.

"Get Carter - before Carter gets you!"

Carter is one of the only guest stars they actually will bring back later, and for good reason.

"Why don't you ever kiss my ring?" Vaisey, always making things creepy.

Marian is simmering with unrestrained anger, eager to get into the fight, while Robin is the one advocating for the watch and see approach, and it’s quite the role reversal.

The gang's reaction to her charging off is quite funny though, she knocks John over completely and Djaq throws her hands in the air.

Robin’s now getting a taste of what the rest of the gang have to put up with dealing with his recklessness.

Tying Marian up in the middle of a melee, however, is disgusting behaviour - while Marian was hot-headed throwing herself into the fight (nothing Robin hasn't done before himself), he knows that she can hold her own with a sword and doesn't need protecting. Tying her hands is the absolute worst thing he could have done, because how is she meant to defend herself? I can somewhat understand where Robin is coming from in this episode (even if he goes about it badly), but this is unjustifiable.

Clearly she gave that guard she clanked on the head amnesia, because he never reports back that Marian was fighting with the gang.

“I owe you my life”/“I won’t take it just yet.” Nice.

Scimitar is still missing in action.

Robin doesn’t want Marian to be seen in case she needs to return to the castle, when he’s spent the whole season urging for her to join the gang. I think he realises he made a mistake asking her to flee last episode without giving her time to deal with her grief, and wants to leave her options open. But telling her that she’s not ready to make the decision (about whatever she wants to go back), however correct, is patronising.

There's a fundamental conflict that Marian wants to be treated like a member of the gang, but doesn't want to cede to Robin's authority like the rest of the gang - in turn Robin expects her to follow his orders like the others, but isn't treating her like he would the others either - he would never tie them up to keep them out of a fight, and Marian has every right to pissed at him about it.

Djaq and Much having a little tête-à-tête about Carter - I just really enjoy that they’re often paired together in these gang scenes, they balance/play off each other so well. Just this pure platonic frazzled vs calm vibe.

Much just has this really great memory for faces - he was able to recognise fake Richard last season just from his profile despite wearing a helmet, and now he knows he remembers Carter's face from somewhere (or as it will turn out, Carter's brother).

Much really just does not let up, and I love that about him. "You'll be disappointed though, with uh, today's wound. I mean if you're planning to go back to the Holy Land and, uh, kill him." That not so subtle probing for information and Sam Troughton's delivery is always perfect.

"Wasn't me, was it?" Oh Much, so close.

“The crusty one” - lol

It's not explicit, but implied that Vaisey and Guy believe Edward was the one passing information to Robin, and Marian is cleared of any suspicion (paving the way for her return). Guess Guy never showed the Sheriff that hair dagger after all.

Vaisey is actually giving Guy some really good advice here, albeit laced with his usual cruelty and getting all up in Guy's personal space.

"Grow up Gisborne" - now I don't think it's deliberate on Vaisey's part to invoke a Marian parlance, seeing as she really only says this to Robin (and once to Much), but it's a nice little callback, however unintentional.

Marian asks for an apology (and deserves one), but Robin doubles down and doesn't come out of this exchange well.

Because his delivery is terrible, but he's otherwise quite correct - as skilled as Marian is, she’s used to relying on (and having to worry about) only herself and not work in a team, and look to a single point of command. But both of them have their backs up - they're two strong personalities and neither is going to give ground, reverting to the ideological clashes of season 1, except now in much closer quarters.

Robin's also not used to being challenged in this particular way, and in his frustration is reacting like a captain disciplining a soldier, not a lover helping their partner through their grief. I do wonder if the conversation would have gone differently if they'd been alone.

lol at the gang awkwardly standing around listening to Robin and Marian fight. Djaq trying to busy herself with her mortar and pestle as Robin and Marian argue around her.

A really great scene between Marian and John aka the camp dad. Marian really just needs someone to listen to her and appreciate what she's going through - Robin is too fixated on the dangerous way she's channeling her grief and not even trying to address the root cause. He trying to tell her what to do, not listen to what she actually needs.

On the other hand it's probably better coming from John, a neutral party without the emotional baggage she has with Robin.

Because Robin and Marian are really being driven by completely different motives - Marian by grief and therefore loss, and Robin by trauma and therefore fear. In her sorrow, Marian has lost all her fear of being discovered, in fact she wants to make it know she's with the gang, to finally be free to say which side she's on and fight openly, to make her father's death worthwhile, and can't understand why Robin is trying to stifle that.

"I thought you used to have your own men Little John?" So someone remembers Forrest and Hanton!

After Carter takes down the gang one by one, Robin takes down Carter in three seconds (including catching the long dagger Carter throws at him, and flinging it back) and it's lights out. Can you believe it's the first concussion of the season? (Notwithstanding the multiple head injuries Allan sustained last episode).

While Marian has been known to be punch-happy, the "he'll tell us more if he knows we're willing to hurt him" is just so (intentionally) out of character - it is however somewhat reminiscent of Robin in 1x08, wanting to get his punch and torture on with Guy. However rather than understanding where Marian is coming from, he pushes her away with the "go and cook something" jibe. This almost feels like he was going for familiar banter and miscued, but is also an asshole thing to say. When their positions were reversed in 1x08 Marian at least tried to reason with him - Robin is seems to be ill-equipped to do the same.

Allan just having a little snooze against the castle wall. He really seems defeated and depressed after last episode.

Marian's corset has a pouch to hold a dagger - or at least I hope there is because otherwise it's ouch time.

Leaving Marian at the camp is again a mistake on Robin's part - it excludes and isolates her from the gang, rather than trying to involve her so she can bond with them, engaging in their outreach to the peasants - who she helped as the Nightwatchman, but never really had the opportunity to come to know. It would remind her that they are not just fighting against the Sheriff but for the people, which in her frenzied grief she has perhaps lost sight of.

Instead, Robin's focus is on Carter, who he rather identifies with and so finds it easier to address his motives, and try and change them.

Carter is in many ways Robin’s dark mirror, what he could have become in the Holy Land if he chose a different path. It’s important that this happens right when Robin is backsliding - he’s trying to save his own soul as much as Carter’s.

Okay, let's talk about Marian’s forest gear - fashioned from the outfit she wore when she fled the castle the previous episode - but dear me it's awful. The grey culottes, rather than becoming trousers have now been turned into that corset, and her vest/skirt overlay have now become those trousers. Just baffling.

“I’m good with nuns” followed by Allan straight up knocking the Mother Superior over and stealing her ring is iconic.

Much gives Robin a sword to use going after Carter - still no scimitar.

I really love the confrontation/fight scene between Robin and Carter - it's very well choreographed and written, but we also see the best of Robin's character (after seeing some of the worst earlier).

Carter's brother is called Thomas - Allan's brother was called Tom. Lots of dead brothers in this show (including Djaq's).

The story of Carter's brother Thomas dying because he "stopped listening" and led a raid against orders is a little on the nose, but gives context to Robin’s fear for Marian’s safety in part triggered by his war trauma - someone charging in against orders and then dying in his arms.

But it shows Robin as a man who, even when Thomas' recklessness had cost not only his own life but others of Robin's men, was still moved to instruct the stretcher-bearers to make Thomas the hero, and himself the negligent captain, in order to comfort his family.

The fight is fairly even, and although Robin gets the upper hand in the end, it's only partly his skill - rather his true strength is in reaching the man inside the assassin, and then surrender and allow Carter to take his revenge if that's what he wants, and despite his fear, trust that there is good still in him, and that he can leave behind the life as a killer as Robin has done (tried to do).

This scene is the core of why I really love Robin as a character. He's riddled with PTSD and a reckless bravado, he's at time emotionally stunted with those he loves, makes terrible mistakes and often says the wrong thing, but he also has this great heart and compassion that allows him to reach people, to understand and help them, even at the risk of his own life. He's trying.

"He was a hero - just not on that day" is quite a poignant line.

Much and Djaq together again, just saying.

Robin finally finds out that Roger of Stoke was intercepted. I had assumed he'd figured that out once he knew Allan was a traitor but okay.

Poor Much crying out for Robin's attention - he's got his own trauma from the war and wants to talk about it, to commiserate with Robin about what they went though, but Robin can only cope by not talking about it, not even thinking about it.

Much makes a good point that Robin should have listened to him about recognising Carter, but it comes across as jealously over Marian and Robin misses just how deeply Much carries his hurt.

One of Robin's biggest flaws is that he's overwhelming in his affection, compassion, and understanding for strangers, but takes those he loves for granted - Carter's response to grief was the same as Marian's, but Robin listened to Carter, consoled and comforted him, while keeping Marian at arm's length. Perhaps because strangers don't ask for anything beyond that - it is the granting of kindness, but not the sharing of self. It's the latter Robin truly fears, but what Much and Marian deserve (although tbf Marian has problems with this as well).

“Either I’m part of your gang or I’m not” is a valid point, and Robin's still not happy even when she agrees to stay behind!

But she disobeys him, and saves his life. It's a rite of passage - almost all of the members of the gang have this.

Allan looking rather distressed as Guy is about the chop off Robin's head, and he makes a small movement just before the swing (as does Much).

Guy again pushing Marian past the point of discomfort - she left, wrote him a letter asking him to leave her alone, straight up told him to his face to leave her alone, and still he persists.

Her kissing Guy (to distract him from seeing Much and Will) is really the only time she sends mixed signals, but Guy's whole energy seems to be just to wear her down until she agrees to be with him and it's gross. It is however kind of amusing that he tries to be authoritative and forbid her from leaving, and she immediately walks away.

Robin and Marian are back in playful banter mode, although I wish there had been a deeper discussion (and that Robin had apologised in return). It doesn't quite feel like the conflict between them has been resolved, it really is just a "truce".

But I do like that it's Marian who reaches out to Robin at the end of this episode, because up until this point it's Robin who has been (somewhat) the one making overtures - asking her to join the gang, telling her he needs her, telling her he loves her, while Marian's been more reserved. This feels like her acknowledging that sometimes she needs to take the first step.

This was a long one - but as a I said, I really love this episode!

#robin hood bbc #robin hood rewatch #rewatch #2x08 #get carter!#long post #lots of rambling here sorry

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robinskey · 5 years

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Could you maybe write something for Steve where the reader and him date and they always get made fun of by the gang and by Robin but they all love her, and one day Steve and her fight and they all take her side. Thank you so much, and I understand if you can't write it. Thank you❤

Taking Sides

A/N: Thank you for requesting, anon! This took me approximately forever and a day, but I loved every minute of writing it. :) I got a little carried away with the story (as I usually do), so there’s a lot more under the cut.

Warnings: swearing, angst

When you started dating Steve Harrington, you didn’t expect to gain a bunch of kids, too.

Of course, Steve wasn’t their biological father. The oldest of his friends was seventeen and the rest fourteen. However, they all acted more like nine-year-olds. They had the maturity of fifth-graders at best.

Whenever you were around them, there was constant, merciless, inevitable teasing. Usually, it was over the little things-when you and Steve wore matching sweaters at Christmas time, the way Steve did anything you asked him to without question, or how the two of you always laughed at each other’s terrible jokes. You quickly learned to avoid PDA unless you wanted to deal with incessant mocking. For example, you once accidentally referred to Steve as your “baby boy” in front of Dustin. The kid laughed until he ran out of oxygen in his lungs. Then, he promised that he would exclusively refer to Steve as “baby boy” from now on.

Originally, their jokes and snide remarks started out as a way to test you. They had to make sure you were good enough for their beloved Steve, after all. Before long, though, the gang accepted you as one of their own. Nonetheless, the teasing didn’t stop after they decided they liked you. If anything, it only worsened.

An endless string of dirty jokes ensued every time you and Steve arrived somewhere late because you’d “just lost track of time”-even if you actually had simply forgotten to keep an eye on the clock. Robin often wondered aloud how someone as smart as you could end up with a person whose two brain cells bounced around his skull like ping-pong balls. And on one occasion, you even caught El whispering something to Max about whether or not you and Steve ever had “happy screams” together.

The harassment was relentless. Nonetheless, if it meant spending just a little longer with your favorite person in the world, you could deal with it. Besides, by now, you were in too deep to simply walk out. Steve’s friends had begun to care for you almost as much as they loved him. In some cases, it even seemed like they liked you just a little bit more.

One such situation occurred in the winter of 1985.

It started off as a normal night. You, Robin, Steve, and the party were hanging out in the Wheelers’ basement. After weeks of begging, Will had finally wrangled the gang into a D&D campaign. Max and El, who’d never played, both scrunched up their faces in confusion as Will emphatically explained-or rather, tried to explain-to them the rules.

The kids were crammed around a table with dice, paper, and pens in the middle. When Mike suggested that El sit on his lap “to conserve space,” no one questioned it. After all, Mike was the ringleader of the group, and no one would dare to mess his superhuman girlfriend.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t even sit next to your boyfriend on the sofa-not in the Wheeler house, at least. Once, shortly after you and Steve started dating, the kids had left you and Steve alone in the basement for five minutes while they grabbed snacks. Because you were still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, it was simply impossible to keep your hands off each other. A little peck on the lips quickly morphed into a full-on makeout session. The two of you got so carried away that you forgot the kids were coming back. Upon returning, they discovered their favorite babysitter shoving his tongue down his girlfriend’s throat. Dustin awkwardly cleared his throat, and Steve gave such a start that he tumbled off the sofa and onto the floor.

After that scarring incident, Mike decreed that, under his roof, you and Steve needed to maintain three inches of distance between each other at all times. It was a completely original rule that he definitely hadn’t ripped off from somewhere, and Robin found it hilarious. She always made sure to act as a barrier separating the two of you “to prevent any funny business.”

Tonight was no different. Robin had squeezed into the narrow space between you and Steve while the three of you chatted on the couch. Now, she was ranting about a particularly annoying regular at Hawkins Family Video.

“…and he wastes so much of my time. Like, the store can be swamped, and he’ll still come up to the desk, looking for recommendations. He constantly asks if we have any recent releases, even though I’ve told him on multiple occasions that new shipments only arrive once a month.”

“Jeez. He must really like movies,” Steve said. When you scoffed, he frowned at you. “What? You don’t think he likes movies?”

“He might. But I’m pretty sure he just likes Robin,” you said. The girl in question rolled her eyes toward the heavens. You didn’t appreciate the attitude. “Oh, come on. He’s clearly just trying to get your attention. Nobody actually likes movies that much.”

“Hey!” Steve pouted. “I like movies!”

Robin glanced at Steve out of the corner of her eye. “Really, dingus? Because when we interviewed for this stupid job, you couldn’t even name one.”

“Well, yeah, but that was only because I was nervous,” Steve said. “I clammed up.”

“Sure it was.” Robin leaned her head back against the couch and turned her face toward you. “You really think he’s trying to flirt with me?”

“Yes, I do. Not that it matters, though. I’m pretty sure sweaty middle-aged guys who wear nothing but stained tank tops is pretty much the opposite of your ‘type.’”

Robin chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. I think my type is ‘straight girls who are way out of my league.’”

“Hey, that’s my type, too!”

You and Robin both looked over at Steve. A smug smirk tugged at his pink lips; he was clearly proud of the clever contribution he’d just made to the conversation. It was cheesy, sure, but you still appreciated his slightly-clumsy attempt at complimenting you. However, Robin was quick to knock him down a peg.

“First of all, the whole ‘out-of-your-league’ thing is obvious, because you’re…in a league of your own, dingus.” Robin drew a tiny dot in the air with her pointer finger-“This is you”-and another, larger circle off to the side-“and this is everyone else. Besides” -Robin clapped her hands together once- “you’re clearly not just into straight girls. You had a crush on me, remember?”

“At the time, I didn’t know…“ Steve’s voice trailed off as blush crept onto his features.

“No, you didn’t. But that doesn’t mean I was any less of a lesbian when you confessed your love for me,” Robin said, eliciting a laugh from you and a glare from Steve.

“You’re the exception, not the rule,” he said defensively. “And I didn’t confess my love for you. The only girls I’ve ever said the ‘L-word’ to are Y/N and-”

“Nancy!” Robin exclaimed.

The name hit you like a slap in the face. Of course Steve had loved Nancy-you knew that-but Robin didn’t have run around yelling about it. You were about to mention that to Robin when you noticed someone standing at the foot of the stairs to the basement.

Someone needed to put a bell on Nancy Wheeler. She moved gracefully as a snowflake floating to the earth; her footfalls pattered against the ground like sprinkling rain. You sometimes wondered if weighed anything at all, or if helium ran through her blood instead of oxygen, always lifting her toward the heavens. She even dressed like an ethereal being, always wearing pastels, frills, lace, or a combination of all three.

Surprisingly, though, none of those elements had made their way into Nancy’s outfit that night. She wore a form-fitting red dress and matching lipstick. Her hair fell to her shoulders in loose curls, and the low neckline of her dress exposed her collarbones. She wore a touch more makeup than usual; in addition to the lipstick, she had applied a thin layer of eyeliner, blush on her already-rosy cheeks, and dark mascara to elongate her lashes. In spite of the skinny, unstable heels on her feet, Nancy’s smooth gait never faltered as she sauntered toward the sofa.

“Hey, Robin,” she said, then gave you and your boyfriend a nod of acknowledgment. “Steve. Y/N.”

Following Nancy’s lukewarm greeting, the four of you slipped into an uncomfortable quietness. You didn’t have anything personally against Nancy, but you preferred to keep her at a distance. Even though she and Steve had been broken up for more than two years, you knew how strongly he’d felt about her. Those feelings had definitely faded. However, you occasionally questioned whether or not the burning torch he carried for his first serious girlfriend had ever completely burned out.

The reminder from earlier that, once upon a time, Steve had confessed his love for Nancy Wheeler certainly didn’t help the situation. You glanced over at your boyfriend and immediately wished you hadn’t. He gazed at Nancy with wide, somewhat-wishful eyes.

“So,” Robin said, finally breaking the silence, “I assume this isn’t a lounge-around-the-house look.” She gestured to the red dress.

“No, it’s not,” Nancy said with a terse, nervous laugh. “Holly’s staying with a friend tonight, so my mom and dad offered to take Jonathan and me out for our anniversary. Celebrating our one-year with my parents isn’t exactly ideal, but they suggested this really fancy restaurant that we definitely wouldn’t have been able to afford otherwise. I tried to dress nice enough that I’ll be able to blend in-”

“You’re trying to blend in? In that?” Steve blurted.

Nancy’s face fell. “What? You think I’m still underdressed?”

“No, no, no, it’s not that. That’s not what I meant,” Steve stammered. “Red’s a good color on you, actually. You look great.”

The awkward silence returned with a vengeance. Heavy tension hung in the air like thick smog, soundlessly choking you. It even penetrated the little bubble the Dungeons-and-Dragons-playing-preteens had formed around themselves and settled over their conversation, too. No one dared to speak a word.

“We’re ready to go, sweetheart!” Mrs. Wheeler called.

Nancy mumbled something of a goodbye before turning on her heel and sprinting up the stairs. You waited for the sound of chattering voices growing muffled and a door slamming shut. Then, you looked over at Steve.

If he liked red so much, he must have loved the color of your skin.

“What the hell was that, Harrington?” you demanded. Robin, who was still parked in between the two of you, pressed into the back of the sofa, trying to create as much distance as possible.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, big stupid doe eyes glimmering with perplexity. “I just gave her a compliment.”

“You’re not serious.” When he shrugged, your eyebrows flew into your hairline, and your voice rose an octave. “Steve, you were practically drooling over her.”

“She has a boyfriend, Y/N.”

“Yeah, and you have a girlfriend. But that didn’t stop you from flirting with your ex.”

An echo of “ooh”s sounded from the card table with the kids. When you raised your gaze, it met six pairs of eyes. A couple of them sheepishly cast their gaze downward, but the rest continued to stare unapologetically.

“I need some air.” You hopped up off the couch, grabbed your jacket, and stomped up the stairs. As soon as you were out of sight, everyone’s gaze switched back to the other half of the unhappy couple.

Steve made no move to follow after you. Instead, he stayed put on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and lips pursed into a pout. If it hadn’t been for his excessively long limbs and the hint of stubble on his chin, one might have mistaken the almost-twenty-year-old for a toddler in time-out.

Once again, Robin was the first one to speak. “I can’t believe-”

“I can’t believe her, either,” Steve interjected. “God, overreact much?”

Robin puffed up her cheeks with air, then blew it out. “Actually, Steve, it’s you I can’t believe. That was a dick move.”

Steve leapt to his feet. His hands landed on his hips as he glowered down at Robin and asked, “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

Robin stood up, too. Even though Steve’s legs were a couple inches longer, it seemed like Robin towered over him as she said, “I’m on the side of reason.”

“And I’m not?”

“Not in this situation,” she said. “You’re in the wrong here, bud.”

Max’s whoop of agreement drew Steve’s attention to the kids. El nodded fervently. Steve, however, waved his hand dismissively and wrote them off with, “Of course you think that. You’re girls.” He turned toward the boys with a desperate glimmer in his eye. “I mean, you guys agree that she’s blowing this out of proportion, right?”

Much to Steve’s chagrin, they all shook their heads. With the exception of Will, all of the boys had something to say. Unfortunately, none of it was what Steve wanted to hear. Mike claimed that it definitely seemed like Steve was hitting on his sister, and Dustin suggested he stay away from Jonathan for a few days, unless he wanted to get his ass kicked again. Lucas warned that Steve was in “really deep shit.”

“Like, take the deepest shit you’ve ever been in,” he was saying, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “Then, multiply that by a hundred, maybe even a thousand-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I messed up.” Steve plopped back down on the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair and wondered aloud about what you were thinking right now.

“She’s probably debating whether or not to key your car,” Max piped up. El stifled a giggle.

“God, I hope not. I drove one of my dad’s cars over here, and if that thing comes home with even a scratch on it, I’m dead meat.”

(Fortunately, you hadn’t built up a sufficient store of rage to fuel a desire to do permanent damage to Steve’s vehicle. You were, however, angry enough to trace profanity into the dust on the car. While your act of vengeance would go unnoticed for several days, Mr. Harrington would eventually notice the word “shitface” written in looping cursive on each of the dirty windows and ask his son what kind of dumbass prank he thought he was pulling.)

“Okay, so, what do I do?”

“Go talk to her, dingus,” Robin said, nudging his foot with her own.

“What do I say?”

“Tell her you know you messed up,” Lucas said.

“And that you’re sorry,” El added.

“And that while Nancy’s hot, Y/N is way hotter,” Dustin suggested, eliciting a “Dude, that’s my sister!” and “Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!” from Mike and Steve respectively. The three immediately began bickering.

“Shut up!” Max interrupted. “While you’re here arguing about which hotness-which is incredibly objectifying, by the way-Y/N is out there in the cold, waiting for her asshole of a boyfriend.”

After Max’s harsh words, Steve looked to Robin for reassurance. However, his friend gazed back without an ounce of sympathy. “I hate to agree with your children, but Max is right. You should go before she decides you’re not coming and starts to walk home or something.”

Steve nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. Then, he rose to his feet and retraced the path you’d taken minutes before-up the stairs, through the house, and into the crisp December air. The obnoxiously creaky door announced Steve’s arrival. However, the figure sitting on the porch gave no indication of recognition.

You sat on the Wheelers’ front step, curled into yourself. You blew air into your bare hands in a vain attempt to warm them. Little clouds of your breath floated toward the star-speckled sky. Your thin jacket wasn’t nearly heavy enough to withstand the bitter cold of the Indiana winter; as a gust of wind blew across the porch, a shudder ran down your spine.

Automatically, Steve shrugged out of his coat. When he draped it over your shoulders, you continued staring straight ahead. As Steve sat on the ground beside you, it took every ounce of self-restraint to keep from wrapping his arm around you, too. The two of you simply existed there together silently for a moment while Steve gathered his thoughts.

“Look, Y/N. I’m really sorry for what I said in there-how I acted.”

Aside from a sniffle, you made no other noise, so Steve continued.

“I made a dumb comment, and then I made the situation a hell of a lot worse by-by everything I did, honestly,” he said. “I was a real dick.”

“Yeah, you were,” you said, finally breaking your unofficial vow of silence.

“I know.” Steve heaved a hefty sigh. For the next few moments, only the whistling wind dared to make a sound.

Then, you spoke a single word: “Steve.” He’d heard his name hundreds, maybe even thousands, of times. Yet, he’d never heard it like that. No one had ever woven such deep sorrow into his five-letter name.

And when you turned your head, your bloodshot eyes conveyed the exact same sentiment with a million times the intensity.

“You still love Nancy, don’t you?” Though a “no” automatically rolled off his tongue, your somber expression never faltered. The strain was evident in your voice as you told him, “Don’t lie to me.”

Suddenly, the lump in his throat was back with a vengeance. He choked out, “Why would you say that?”

You scoffed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I saw the way you looked at her, Steve,” you said, though it came out as more of a hiss.

Steve’s single brain cell once again bounced around in his mostly-hollow skull. This time, it desperately tried to connect the dots. What were you talking about? Honestly, as soon as Nancy had come down the stairs in that red dress, he’d blacked out a little. Steve figured he had to be dreaming; he couldn’t believe Nancy Wheeler, who Tommy H and Carol had long referred to as “the school prude”, wasn’t covered from head to toe.

What you’d mistaken for desire was genuinely just surprise. Steve communicated this to you to this best of his ability, and while your boyfriend certainly wasn’t the most eloquent speaker, you got the point. “Besides,” he said, “you’re way hotter than Nancy Wheeler.”

You gave a small “tsk” vaguely reminiscent of a laugh. “Did Dustin tell you to say that or something?”

“…maybe,” he admitted. When you gave him a playful shove, he knew all was forgiven.

“You know, someday, you’re going to run into trouble, getting dating advice from literal children,” you said.

“It works in your favor, though. They always take your side.”

Steve reached for your hand. You watched as your fingers intertwined and winced as his icy palm met yours. It felt more like holding hands with a popsicle than a warm-blooded boy.

“Come on,” you said, pulling him to his feet and starting the three-foot-trek to the front door. “Let’s go inside before you get hypothermia.”

“Wait.” A gentle tug of your hand brought you spinning back into Steve’s arms. “While I can still touch you without Mike Wheeler chiding us for PDA…”

Steve pressed his blue-hued lips to yours. Somehow, his mouth was still warm-the only part of him, aside from his heart, that the elements could never truly touch, try as they may. Steve tasted of chocolate and sickly-sweet marshmallows from the hot cocoa Mrs. Wheeler had made earlier. This wasn’t the first time you’d kissed him. Yet, Steve still left you lightheaded after he pulled away, as though he’d sucked all of the oxygen right out of your lungs.

“I love you, you know that?” he murmured, leaning his forehead against yours. “I really, really love you.”

“I love you, too, dork.” You kissed his cheek before untangled yourself from him and slipping your palm back into his. “Now, come on. I need to thank your friends.”

“Thank them?” Steve asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused puppy.

“Yeah,” you said with a wink. “I’ve got to thank them for taking my side.”

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Insanely Complex Character Chart! I blame Elle for this! <3

Because I’m not gonna take up a crap ton of space on your wall, please click below if you wish to read more and learn about Mae~

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Mae Lily Barfield

Reason or meaning of name: Her parents loved birds, hence Jay and Robin her siblings, but she was named after the month she was born, in the morning when the birds were singing their loudest.

Character’s nickname: Mae-Bird, only her brother and sister get to use it though.

Reason for nickname: It’s a family nickname

Birth date: May, 1st

Physical appearance

Age:18

How old does he/she appear: 21. Mae has always looked a little more mature and her age is really revealed by her more naive and gentle nature.

Weight: 180

Height: 5′0

Body build: Mae is what some would call plump, luscious, or modern slang, Thicc. She grew up on a farm and isn’t afraid to get into hard work so her body is toned with a little jiggle now and then.

Shape of face: She has a heart shaped face. Big eyes and full lips.

Eye color: Hazel

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Cream that has been stained with a few drops of honey.

Distinguishing marks: She has a splattering of freckles across her nose.

Predominant features: Mae has high cheek bones and was gifted with a very expressive face. She boasts full lips that are a soft peach color.

Hair color: Honey Blonde

Type of hair: Mae has very full and thick hair that is soft to the touch and well loved.

Hairstyle: Mae lets her hair roam free unless she’s hard at work, which she’ll tie it back with a bit of pink ribbon.

Voice: Mae is soft spoken with a gentle and musical lilt to her voice, a bit of a Gilnean accent laces her words.

Overall attractiveness: Mae doesn’t see herself as beautiful, most men chased after her sister. I the mun think Mae’s beautiful, her personality is the real winner though.

Physical disabilities: Mae actually has asthma and isn’t so good at running.

Usual fashion of dress: Anything that fits, she’s not a picky person. She grew up poor so she doesn’t have illusions of grandeur. Favorite outfit: Mae has this dress that she adores, it’s simple and free. It flows perfectly and hugs her body in a flattering way. It has a blue skirt and a white blouse top.

Jewelry or accessories: None

Personality

Good personality traits: Mae is just a warm and loving person, her ability to care and tend for others is what’s best about her personality.

Bad personality traits: She trusts way to easily and will do anything for another person, this can lead her into some bad situations.

Mood character is most often in: Curious Joy? If that is such a thing. She’s always bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for the day.

Sense of humor: Innocent with the occasional dip into the lewd side.

Character’s greatest joy in life: Her family.

Character’s greatest fear: Why? Being alone...Mae doesn’t like being alone, being raised in such a tight knit family really showed her the value of trusting those you love and keeping them close...without them, she feels lost.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?

The death of a family member.

Character is most at ease when: She’s with her brother Jay.

Most ill at ease when: She’s alone in a strange place.

Enraged when: People are outright cruel to another person.

Depressed or sad when: Heartbreak, poor time spent with someone she thought she could love and trust.

Life philosophy: “Be kind first, you never know who needs it.”

If granted one wish, it would be: Why? It would be have Gilneas return to it’s former glory so that her parents could go back to the farm and land that they love. She just wants her family to be happy.

Character’s soft spot: Animals...all kinds. She loves dogs above all else.

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Oh yes, she will stop and stare at cute animals.

Greatest strength: Sheer willpower to see things through, once Mae has her mind set on something, good luck turning her in another direction.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Her naive nature.

Biggest regret: Giving her heart to someone who didn’t want it.

Minor regret: None

Biggest accomplishment: Saving someones life.

Minor accomplishment: Makes a mean breakfast.

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Why?

When May was 16 she fell head over heels for a noble that promised her the world and broke her heart, she doesn’t like talking about it.

Character’s darkest secret: Mae is a marshmallow, she doesn’t have one yet.

Does anyone else know? N/A

Goals

Drives and motivations: Fun? She works hard for her family, it’s always family first.

Immediate goals: Continue to get settled in the city.

Long term goals: Start a family somewhere outside the city.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: N/A

How other characters will be affected: I think people will be happy to see Mae just being herself and teaching her little ones to be just as kind as her.

Past

Hometown: Gilneas

Type of childhood: Mae and her siblings grew up on a farm, they worked and played hard together. Their parents were loving and gave them everything they could to the best of their abilities.

Pets: Farm animals and a slew of barn cats.

First memory: Jay stealing her pancakes one morning at breakfast.

Most important childhood memory: Why: Jay and Robin defending her from a wild dog that had half dragged her by her leg across the field. She’d been so scared, but they came up and defended her without fear. They even stayed close when the doctor had to get her stitches.

Childhood hero: Jay Barfield. Her brother was always doing stupid and wild things, but he was so brave.

Dream job: Medic.

Education: Home Schooled

Religion: The Light

Finances: Poor

Present

Current location: Stormwind

Currently living with: Jay Barfield

Pets: Kimmy the Mastiff and Pooh the bear.

Religion: The Light

Occupation: Medic at Hudson’s Holistic Clinic

Finances: Moderate

Family

Siblings: Jay and Robin Barfield

Relationship with them: They are her best friends.

Spouse: None

Relationship with him/her: None

Children: None

Relationship with them: None

Other important family members: Her Parents.

Favorites

Color: Purple

Least favorite color: Black

Music: All kinds.

Food: Gilnean Classics

Literature: Romance Novels

Form of entertainment: Dancing

Expressions: N/A

Mode of transportation: Walking

Most prized possession: Her pink ribbon that she uses to tie back her hair.

Habits

Hobbies: Writing in her spare time.

Plays a musical instrument? She can’t play, but she does sing.

Plays a sport? Nope, not with her asthma.

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Curled up with a romance novel by the fire.

Spending habits: Frugal.

Smokes: No.

Drinks: Rarely.

Other drugs: Yes, but rarely.

What does he/she do too much of? She works too much.

What does he/she do too little of? Doesn’t pamper herself enough.

Extremely skilled at: Medicine.

Extremely unskilled at: Love

Nervous tics: Fiddling with her hair.

Usual body posture: Standing tall and straight.

Mannerisms: Courteous to a fault.

Peculiarities: Blushes easily.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious? Cautious

Logical or emotional? Emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and Neat

Prefers working or relaxing? Working

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Unsure of herself.

Animal lover? ALL THE FUR BABIES!

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: She doesn’t really like herself.

One word the character would use to describe self: Marshmallow.

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

“A lumpy bag of meat....okay, that’s really a paragraph. I’m not that tall, I can’t breath very well sometimes. I have nice hair....this is really hard..”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her kindness.

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her naive nature.

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her Hair.

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Everything.

How does the character think others perceive him/her: She’s not sure.

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: She’d like to feel prettier.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: All people deserve kindness and a chance.

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Nope, she’s honest with everyone, even if she doesn’t like them.

Person character most hates: No one..

Best friend(s): Jay and James

Love interest(s): James Haywoode...but she knows that’s never going to happen.

Person character goes to for advice: Elle Sunweaver, Jay Barfield.

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Jay Barfield.

Person character feels shy or awkward around: James Haywoode, her boss Braxton Hudson

Person character openly admires: Connor Worthshire, Marge Grimwald.

Person character secretly admires: N/A

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Jay and Robin Barfield.

Sweet baby jeebus it’s done.

Mentions: @the-cleaner-wra @everythingisbetterwithpirates @braxtonhudson @ellwelune @jameshaywoode @jaybarfield

If you want to do this insane chart, I can send it to you.

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shortqueershakespeare · 4 years

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Can you do all the questions please? 🥺👉👈

i’m starting to think all of the question requests are one anon and i’m so intrigued, i genuinely didn’t think anyone would be remotely interested lol also I reblogged two and I’m not sure which you meant so i’ll do both! Animated character that was your gay awakening?

- Hmmm back when I thought i was cis I guess Kim Possible, when I started realising I was trans, Flynn Rider

Grilled cheese or PB&J?

- Grilled cheese babyyyy, love cheese, hate peanut butter

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?

- Pretty much anything I’ve seen before, usually comedy, so Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Parks and Rec, Crazy ex Girlfriend, Chuck

Your go-to bar order, if you drink?

- Rum and coke, or pina colada if I’m feeling fancy

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own?

- Either my tennis trainers or my shoes with rainbow laces

Top three cuisines?

- Italian, Japanese, Mexican

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)?

- I have literally no idea, it’s written on a calendar somewhere

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?

- Cleaner for a business

Look up. What’s directly across from you?

- The AGA

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general?

- Signed Dear Hank and John poster, a signed anorak (I took it to festivals), some signed CDs etc

Preferred way to spend a rainy day?

- Curled up under a blanket with a book and a cup of tea, ideally with my head in a boy’s lap.

What do you get on your bagels?

- I don’t really get bagels so idk

What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted?

- Top surgery and a good prosthetic lol

Brunch or midnight snacks?

- Mate I’m not choosing, but probably midnight snacks because I’d prob sleep through brunch if I could

Favorite mug you own

- Either my Robin mug or my moose mug

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as?

- Caramel iced latte

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!)

- Would you be so kind/ as to fall in love with me - Would you be so kind - dodie

Fruity or herbal teas?

- Herbal I guess??

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?

- Fucking Vanderpump rules thanks to my damn sister

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying?

- To Kill A Mockingbird

Do you match your socks?

- Yes

Have you ever been horseback riding?

- Yes, at a birthday party

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc)

- Real bold of you to assume I only had one, here’s a non comprehensive list:

Rabbits

Tigers

Football

Harry Potter

Tennis

Theatre

Languages

Have you ever been to jail?

- Nope

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)?

- Cool I guess?

Puzzles?

- Love them

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it?

- Apple??

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

- Either YA if going for fiction, History if going for non-fiction, Language for uni stuff

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now?

- How to be fucking MOTIVATED MAN I’M MEANT TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat?

- Troye Sivan

Where could someone find you in a museum?

- Depends, abroad you’ll find me seeing if I can understand the signs, if not I just wander round and look at lots of interesting stuff

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to?

- I reallyyyyy wanna wear dungarees w/o a shirt but can’t til post top surgery

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds?

- For art, sunset coloured clouds, for actual real life, stars bc I love nighttime, for anything else, rainbows

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be?

- Does a bunny count as non-traditional? I have one and I love him

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs?

- I think it’s a 50/50 split! I have a photo wall, and the rest is art

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go?

- The spiderman meme, on my feet so if I stand with them turned out it shows properly

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with

- Robin

Lakes, rivers, or oceans?

- Oceans and lakes for swimming, rivers otherwise

Favorite mid-2000s song

- AKA my childhood, Mr Brightside (also I just discovered that a lot of songs I thought were early 2000s were late 2000s rip)

How do you dress when you’re home alone?

- I sleep naked, and I often wear harem pants and a tshirt

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)?

- On the right of the sofa

Knives or swords?

- Knives

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving

- AJR - Burn The House Down

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie

- HSM

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online?

- Explanation, or a piece of my writing inspired by the pictures

Name a classic Vine

- Legit can’t think of any

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store?

- okay so this is the first time in years I’ve had a freezer but when I get to pick - hash browns every time

How do you top your ice cream?

- I usually don’t?? Is this an american thing??

Do you like Jello?

- Meh, indifferent angel; favorite album of all time?

- this probably changes all the time because I listen to a lot of differnet genres but off the top of my head, bonxie by stornoway

honey; are you a very affectionate person?

- fuck yeah

moonlight; do you enjoy museums?

- yesss

roses; what does love feel like to you? describe it!

- love is like waking up, perfectly rested and relaxed, with enough time to start the day in whatever way you want. love is all the hard work you put into revising, the anxiety of exams, and the relief of them finishing all at once. love is commitment and trust and heartbreak and frustration. love is having your own language with someone, knowing what to do when they’ve had a hard day and needing no prompting. love is picking up their favourite shampoo when you’re out because you noticed they were running low. love is trying really hard to cook their favourite meal, failing miserably, and them eating it anyway, and lighting up at the effort you put in. love is friendship bracelets and origami butterflies scattered around your room. love is pulling back to allow them room to grow and pulling them up if they need some encouragement. love is sending them pictures with a “this made me think of you”. love is all these things and more.

shimmer; zodiac sign?

- pisces

princess; have you ever been to disneyland? if so, favorite ride?

- nope, never been

cherry; have you ever been to a psychic?

- nope

magic; favorite film?

- moana probably

starlight; have you ever written a love letter?

- yes and i want to again, they really mean a lot to me

velvet; do you enjoy horror films?

- HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM, they give me nightmares

blush; have you been to a concert? if so, which one(s)?

- show of hands, stornoway, dodie

sparkle; dream job?

- translator for an lgbt refugee centre or academic

witches; how do you like to dress?

- depends, i have a lot of colourful clothes but i tend to switch between muted masc (greys, dark blues, black), vibrant masc (green, blue) and rainbow

crystal; favorite planet?

- saturn

sugar; favorite pet names? (baby, sweetheart, etc.)

- love, darling, babe,

hopeless; do you believe in ghosts?

- no

glow; do you have or want any tattoos? what of?

- I want many, a transition one (which is a bit personal so not sure i’ll share rn), an infinity sign, a dodie lyric, something in russian, something watercolour

starlet; what historical period is most interesting to you?

- for my subject, the 1960s-1990s (yes v recent I know)

motel; are you superstitious?

- no

heart; do you like the color pink?

- ehhhh

golden; do you appreciate high fashion?

- i’m not eve sure i know what that is lol

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