#but also sadie acted her ass off

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one warm day is all i really need | arthur morgan x reader

Arthur doesn't think you're interested in him any more than you're interested in fishing, which ain't much. You hope he shares even an inkling of the feelings you have for him. It's no surprise to anyone else in camp that there's something between the two of you, and they make sure you get a chance to show each other how you really feel.

The details: 3.9k words. Female reader with a backstory that isn't really elaborated upon in this fic but might be at a later date if I have the spoons; several gang members act as side-characters/wingmen (and women); alcohol and cigarette use; sex (pretty vanilla, but a little rough and intense). NSFW. This is also my first fic for a new fandom, so please be gentle with me. It's been a while.

Arthur first notices your eyes on him one evening around the campfire at Shady Belle. He won’t accuse you of staring– Lord knows he’s been known to look at you with the same foolish grin you’re wearing now– but he tips his hat to acknowledge you. The heat in your cheeks is suddenly warmer than what the fire has already provided; your grin only grows until your teeth are showing, and you duck your head into your shoulder to hide. Arthur takes a long swig from his whiskey bottle and grimaces as it goes down. He hasn't had a drop of anything in days, and the burn takes a little while to grow numb to now. 

“Think she's sweet on you, Morgan,” Sean says in his Irish lilt, giving Arthur an elbow in the ribs. 

“Naw, she's lookin’ at you,” Arthur deflects, though he hopes he's wrong. He thinks he knows.

“She told me last week to keep my eyes on my own work,” Sean continues. “I really don't think it's me she wants, Arthur.”

You turn to whisper something to Sadie, who laughs out loud with her face tilted toward the stars. You dare a glance back at Arthur, who is, in fact, looking at you.

Maybe there's some truth to what Mary Beth told you yesterday.

“Arthur's been awful quiet lately.”

The sun shines through the trees and dapples the table where you're seated with bright spots of pale yellow. It's your third round of dominoes with Mary-Beth, and she's whooping your ass, as usual. You don't know how she does it, but each game you play, you're a little more privy to her prowess. 

“You think so? I don't know him as well as you.” You hope it isn't obvious that your heart started beating a little faster at the mention of his name. It leaves you breathless.

“Oh yeah,” Mary-Beth continues. “He's been scratchin’ away in that journal of his a lot more, too.” She leans closer, conspiratorial, her eyes twinkling with the gossip she's about to share. “Karen said he went to town twice last week to have a hot bath. If you knew Arthur like I know Arthur, why…you'd know that's highly out of character for him.”

“But you said he'd been quiet. Is that unusual for him, too?”

She hums and purses her lips. “Well you see, Arthur isn't usually a man of many words on a good day. But it's been real bad lately. He don't even give John a hard time like usual.”

You ponder the dominoes for a moment and then make your move. It doesn't earn you any points, but at least you didn't have to draw. “What do you think the problem is?” you ask, nonchalant as possible.

Mary-Beth smiles. Big and bright and sparkling. “Oh, it's not a problem at all.” She lowers her voice and cups her hand to her mouth. “Arthur's in love.”

You gasp, then giggle behind your hand, and Mary-Beth follows suit. Hosea looks on and shakes his head, so you quiet down, reaching across to grab Mary-Beth's hands. “Who do you think it is?” 

Her cheeks are tinted pink, and she looks around to make sure there aren't any ears to hear. Word travels fast around camp if one isn't prudent. “I think it's you.”

A thunderstorm rips through Shady Belle a little over a week later. Your little tent that you share with Sadie is ripped straight off its supports in a terrible gust of wind, and you and the others hightail it inside the house to take cover just as it begins to hail. There's quite a ruckus as everyone huddles inside, windblown and rain-soaked. A few of the men hold up lanterns to illuminate the darkness while you watch the lightning and feel the thunder shake the old bones of the house. 

“Everyone just calm down,” Dutch calls, descending the stairs, wearing some ridiculous robe with his arms spread wide. “Are we really gonna let a little old thunderstorm keep us from getting a good night's sleep?”

“Says the man with a bed inside the house,” Arthur bites, rounding the corner from what used to be the kitchen, holding a lantern up high in front of him. “Dutch, you better allow these ladies to take cover in here for tonight, or I'll–”

“Or you'll what, Mister Morgan? Pray tell, what kind of man do you take me for?” Dutch's eyes are fiery as he stares Arthur down; a display of dominance. A veritable cockfight. 

Arthur's jaw twitches, but he doesn't back down. “The kind of man I should hope would have some goddamn respect for his family.”

There's a tense moment or two where everyone is quiet, then Dutch relents. “Fine, fine! But I expect everyone out there pitching in to clean up in the morning.” He points at Arthur and raises his voice again. “That includes the other man with a bed inside the house,” he sneers. 

Arthur shakes his head, then looks away only to catch sight of you, shivering in your wet undergarments, huddled close to Mary-Beth for what little warmth the two of you can share. For a minute, he forgets to breathe, then composes himself enough to cross the room.

“Come on in here. Get yourself warm and dry by the fire.” His hand on your elbow is rough but warm as he leads you toward the fireplace. You nod and look back at Mary-Beth, who shoos you away with a flick of her wrist and a wink; you notice that her teeth are chattering. Despite the humidity that hangs heavy in the air, the temperature has turned chilly with the storm.

Arms crossed over your bosom to preserve any shred of modesty you might have left, you allow yourself to be led away by Arthur. Dutch and some of the others head upstairs while Charles and Javier keep watch from the front porch. 

“You alright?” Arthur asks. He covers your shoulders with one of his heavy winter coats, and you pull it around you, grateful for the weight and warmth of it. Another clap of thunder shakes the house and you jump. Arthur chuckles.

“You laughin’ at me?” you quip, placing your palms flat in the direction of the fireplace. You don't even bother to hide the grin you feel curling on your lips. 

“No madam, I am not,” Arthur says earnestly, taking a seat beside you on the old wooden crate he's set up as a makeshift bench. 

“Then just what do you find so funny, Mister Morgan?”

He scratches the back of his neck, looking into the flames. “Aw, I dunno. I'm sorry. It's just that you're…” 

You bump him with your hip, unable to stop the giggles that bubble up from your chest. “I'm what?” you pry.

There's a clatter of something falling on the front porch, and Arthur uses it as a good excuse to get out of this hole he's dug for himself. “I better go see what's going on out there. Charles might need my help.” 

“I'm what, Arthur?!” you call, to no avail. He's gone before he can see the proverbial hearts in your eyes.

The saloon in Rhodes is a little nicer than the ones you visited in Valentine, though it's a far cry from the ones you used to frequent in Saint Denis. Still, when Sadie and the other girls decide that it's high time you have a little fun in town, you throw on your best dress and let Karen curl your hair and even apply a little of the makeup you snagged from a homestead up north. For the first time in months, you feel like a proper woman. There isn't time to be melancholy about the past, though, when the boys start whistling and cat-calling upon the sight of you and the other girls.

“Aw, knock it off!” Sadie hollers. She's decided to dress up a little tonight, too, much to everyone's surprise. But she hikes up her skirts to hop into the wagon, calling for the rest of you all to hurry it up. “I've got a bottle of rum with my name on it that's waiting for me to come drink her all down!”

You catch the sunset on the way to town. It's dazzling over the meadows, all golden light and warm, blazing oranges and reds that settle into a brilliant pink by the time your reach the main road into Rhodes. You wish you could see Arthur's eyes, but he's got a handle on the reins next to Charles in the front of the wagon. You've seen him watching the sunset before; he always looks so peaceful those evenings at camp, and you often wonder what he thinks about in those few minutes before the horizon is painted in pastel hues.

Karen starts singing a song that everyone eventually joins, and before you know it, you're pulling up in front of the Rhodes Parlour House. You can already hear the piano and a few voices from outside; the sound of it stirs something in your soul that makes you long for the familiarity of home, but you quickly shove it aside in favor of the company of your new family.

“Madam.” Arthur's voice brings you out of your thoughts and back into the present, where he waits at the back of the wagon with his hand extended to you. You beam at him, and he feels dizzy. And when your soft hand fits into his, he straightens his knees so they don't buckle and betray him.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” you say, lifting the hem of your skirts to step out onto the dirt road. 

Arthur leans in, dangerously close to your ear. You can smell the whisky and cigarettes on his breath, along with the faint tang of gunpowder and hair pomade. “You sure do look nice in that dress.”

You demure and fan yourself with your hand. “Just how much have you had to drink already tonight?” you giggle.

“Ahh, just a little nip to take the edge off.” 

“Mm-hm. Sure, Arthur. Whatever you say.”

The night starts off relatively calm, as most nights do. You and the other girls find an empty table to sit and pick up on the town gossip, and the men start a hand of poker. It grows loud and crowded sometime around midnight, and it's hard to have a conversation without shouting over the din of voices, the clink of glass bottles, and the slow drag ragtime music from the piano. The ambiance is charming and lighthearted, and there are even a few couples drunkenly dancing on the porch.

You push back in your chair and find that when you stand, you're a little more wobbly than you thought you would be. The alcohol has loosened you more than you realize, and you grip the table for support until you feel a firm arm around your waist. “Whoa there.” 

It's Arthur, who has won the last round of poker and has come to check in on you and the other ladies. You're pulled tight against his chest for one fleeting moment, and you look up into his eyes. He, too, seems drunk, with his eyes gleaming and drooping at the corners, his smile easy and his cheeks flushed. 

“My knight in shining armor,” you slur, pretending to faint in his embrace. He only pulls you tighter against him, both of his broad hands splayed across your back. You laugh, and he smiles.

“You weren't getting another drink, were ya?” he questions with a raise of his brow.

“‘m thirsty,” you whine, lifting your empty glass entirely too close to his face. It knocks against his nose, which sends you into another fit of laughter.

Arthur takes your wrist– gentle but firm– and lowers the glass away. “Think you need to drink something that's not whiskey,” he drawls. You can't help but watch the way his lips form around the words; the slip of his tongue between his teeth, the way his mouth turns up into the hint of a smile when you pout. Before you can think too long and hard about it, you lunge forward and kiss him. Hard and clumsy and impulsive. You don't give him time to react. You're far too involved in the kiss to notice, but the girls at the table behind you have all gone silent. Arthur slides his hand along the side of your face and presses his fingers upon the nape of your neck, kissing you back like he really means it. (He really does.)

You pull back suddenly, breathless and reeling, swiping the back of your hand over your mouth. You're still held firm in his embrace, but the playfulness in his gaze has been replaced with an intensity that makes your knees weak all over again.

“What'd ya do that for?” he asks.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, you started it.”

“And you finished it.”

“Oh, I ain't finished with you, yet.”

“That a promise or a threat?” Your pulse is thumping wildly in your ears.

“Ya know, they got rooms upstairs for that!” Sadie shouts. There's a ripple of laughter across the table. Arthur's hand on your cheek feels like a brand, his arm about your waist an anchor. The rest of the room comes back to you in a woozy blur, and you look around, a little lovestruck and a whole lot drunk. Arthur's lips at your temple make your eyes flutter shut, and the room fades to black as tIt'weight of you slumps against him. He staggers only slightly, but holds you firm, chuckling softly.

“It's a promise,” he whispers.

You come to some hours later. Your mouth is dry as the desert, your head feels like lead, your skin broken out in a cold, uncomfortable sweat. At some point, it seems you were covered with a downy soft blanket, and the pillow at your head is much more fluffy than the makeshift one you made out of a bedroll at camp. At first, you think you're dreaming. Then, you wonder very briefly if you're back at your childhood home in Saint Denis. You almost call out to your mother when you hear a soft snore from the other side of your bed. 

The room spins when you turn your head, and you rub your eyes until Arthur comes into focus. He's sprawled in an armchair a few feet away. His arms are crossed over his chest while his chin is tucked into his chest. Off to the side, you spy his boots; his big toe pokes through a hole in his sock and you smile at how vulnerable he looks.

“Arthur,” you whisper, shifting slightly as you pull the blanket up around your chin.

He grunts and lifts his head slowly. He frowns a little at first, but when he focuses on you lying there, so close he could reach out and kiss you again like he did last night, there's a slow, easy smile that spreads across his face.

“Hey there, party girl. You feeling alright?”

You could kick yourself for all the giggling you've done around him lately, but you can't help it. He brings out something giddy and downright foolish inside you, so you toss a pillow at him and bury your face in the sheets.

“Aw, come on now. I'm just messin’ with ya.” He leans forward and rubs your head affectionately. “I'd say you were feeling pretty good last night.”

It's in that moment a white-hot jolt of sheer panic shoots down your spine. Quickly, you check to make sure you're still wearing clothes. Aside from your breasts being a little lopsided in the confines of your bodice, you're relieved to find that your dress is still intact and– more importantly– on your body. You dare another peek at Arthur and notice that his shirt is unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest and he's discarded his vest somewhere, but he, too, is fully clothed. Thank the good Lord above. 

You must've said that last part aloud, because Arthur laughs. “Don't worry, nothing happened. Though it weren't for lack of tryin’ on your part,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Thought I was gonna have to lock you in here like some feral cat till you settled down.”

Oh. Oh Lord. You try to recall what happened that led you to this room, but all that comes to mind is a lot of loud conversation, some dancing, a spilled drink across Sadie's lap, and Arthur's hand on the side of your cheek. “Oh…”

Now you remember it in vivid detail.

“Didn't know you cared for me like that,” he says. It's earnest and tender, a few shades less intense than the kiss you now recall, the one where it felt like he wanted to eat you alive right there in the middle of the saloon. Now, he thumbs your cheek and looks at you so fondly you swear your heart jumps right up in your throat. “I mean, I'd been hoping. Wasn't sure you was looking for a romance.” He huffs a short sigh, frustrated with himself. “Aw, hell, what am I saying? ‘Course you weren't. You're just looking to survive, just like the rest of us, and here I–”

“Shut up,” you say, taking hold of his hand and tugging him closer. He resists until you pull even harder, watching the fire in your eyes blaze to life. “You talk too much, Yankee.”

“I ain't no damn–”

“Kiss me.”

He's over you in an instant; you're pressed flat against the bed, completely and totally at his mercy. This kiss feels different than the drunken one last night. It's sober and honest, if not a little hesitant, as if he's holding himself back from devouring you wholly. The warmth of his body against yours takes your breath away. Or maybe it's the way his tongue laves heavy into your mouth, unashamed of how badly he craves the taste of you. You grip his hair at the roots and tug him down to kiss him harder, lifting your upper body to meet him until he presses down, his chest flush with yours. 

Things get heated quickly.

His mouth moves across your cheek, down your neck, and he groans against your skin, rutting his cock against your thigh. You fleetingly wish that he had managed to get you out of that dress before he presumably tucked you into bed and passed out in that chair, because there’s a whole lot of fabric between you and him that really pisses you off right now. Arthur must feel much the same, because he’s bunching your skirts up past your knees while you’re fumbling with his belt buckle, desperate to feel him against you, inside you. It’s clumsy and crazed, rushed and rough, but you manage somehow to shuck off every last bit of your clothes and his until you’re breathless and so, so eager beneath him.

“Need you now,” you whine. You feel insane. Dizzy and dehydrated, impossibly turned on, every nerve ending on fire when his callused hands grip the fat of your thighs and open you to him. 

“Greedy little thing, ain’t ya?” One of his hands slips between your legs to find you wet and swollen. He presses the pad of his thumb against your clit and pushes a finger inside you; the sound you make nearly has him finishing there on the sheets, so he wastes no time in getting himself as close to you as humanly possible. 

“Never wanted something so bad,” he murmurs into the dip of your shoulder. He wants all of you– all at once– wants to fuse his hands against your skin and sink himself into you so deep that it would be impossible to tell where he ends and you begin. The heat from his body takes away what little breath you have left, his mouth on each part of your body building the buzz in your chest until you feel like you might just burst open. You grab at each other like it's the first and last time you might have this opportunity, as if you want more than what the other of you is able to give.

Considering the kind of life you’ve both led so far, it’s a good possibility that you might never get to do this again.

“Give it to me,” you plead, opening yourself further to him, fingers wrapped firm around the base of his cock. “Please.”

Arthur Morgan is a man of incredible strength and self restraint, except when it comes to a woman like you.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he takes you. It’s primal, sweaty, filthy, rough. Arthur pushes as far inside you as he can go, then pushes further when you beg for more. He cups your knees with slick palms and presses you open as far as you can bend; you tug roughly at his hair and bite down on his shoulder when the pleasure builds to a blinding ferocity. The wooden bedframe knocks angrily against the wall with each thrust, but you can’t bring yourself to care if anyone hears. You can’t focus on anything beyond the feeling of him filling you with every stroke of his cock, of the taut, corded muscle in his back and shoulders as you grapple to hang on as tight as you can. Your orgasm hits your hard and fast, and he encourages you through it, taking his time to give you long, controlled strokes. It’s as pleasurable for him as it is for you. “‘Atta girl,” he rasps, lips moving against your ear. Your hand flies to your mouth to muffle your cries, but he pulls it away and threads his fingers with yours, pressing it onto the pillow. “I wanna hear it.”

Your moans are what drive him over the edge.

He buries his face against the side of your neck, panting heavily as he comes, driving into you so hard that you can almost feel the mattress beneath you begin to sag under the weight. You cradle his head in your hands and link your legs around his waist, boneless and languid in the aftermath of your own pleasure. When he moves, you move with him, riding out the waves together until you’re both too tired to move another muscle.

Neither of you speak for a while. He lies on his back with an arm around your shoulders while you curl against him, tuned into his heartbeat and swirling little patterns into the hair on his chest. It’s comforting to feel him next to you, to watch his chest rise and fall as he steadies his breathing, to soak up the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You’re the first to break the silence. “Did everyone else go back to camp last night?”

Arthur nods slowly. “Something tells me they planned all this.”

“Planned it? You mean…” You lift your arm slowly and flick your wrist to acknowledge the room you’re laying in. “This?” You lift your chin and grin at him. “Or getting us together?”

“Room was paid for before I even had a chance to ask if they had one,” he explains. “Think it was Mrs. Adler.”

You vaguely recall her shouting something about a room after you kissed Arthur last night, and you shake your head. “You complaining?”

He turns to his side, draping an arm across your hip. “Me? Never.” You’re suddenly pressed beneath him once again; from the looks of it, you won’t be getting out of this bed anytime soon. “Specially when I’ve got you here to help me keep warm.”

#arthur morgan x you #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader

[loveheartarthur]

How would Sadie, Arthur, Marybeth, Tilly, and John react to p/o who's kind of a sarcastic smartass as they can be a pain in the ass sometimes but they mean well? P/o stands for platonic other.

𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 (𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! - gn!reader . reader is shorter than arthur & john for this . suggestive . arthur & sadie don't take too kindly to ur smartass . reader with a dirty mouth . barely proofread too

𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏

- u were kind, caring too. u were a real sweetheart. u would make sure arthur was okay, he had everything he needed, making sure he wasn't hurt badly, but... sometimes u had quite the mouth.

- the type of mouth that could get u in trouble if u talked to the wrong person.

- sometimes, it don't bother him since u would catch him off guard and other times? his replies would shut u up. in a way, he was authoritative like that. to u and the gang.

- "shut yer mouth or i will shut it for ya." he would say which would most definitely make ur mouth shut.

- arthur would have ur back in any situation that ur potty mouth has gotten u into. no matter how big or small the situation was.

- like one time, ur in a saloon with arthur, ur arguing with another person after they cheated in a game of poker. but as soon as someone else (who was on their side) got involved, arthur would also get involved and not hold anything back.

- sometimes when arthur snapped at u out of anger (which he didn't really mean to do), u would snap back at him. hence that u both have quite the brains to snap at each other until one of u get sick of it.

- arthur couldn't blame u, really. he was the same way, sarcastic and a huuge smartass. but ur words were always more funny compared to his. making him chuckle

- "christ alive, [name]. dont make me teach ya better manners, now. 'cause i know ya dont want that... or do ya?"

𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏

- u were kind. well, in ur own way. many members knew u were john's person just by how u act. u were a lot like him in that way. u both shared a habit of being smartasses to each other or other members in the gang.

- if u were getting smart with anyone in town, john would have ur back by getting even more smart with them. which would...probably end up with john and another fella getting physical.

- despite all that, he loved u really. he just had... interesting ways of showing it.

- "hey now, no need to get like that with me! or I'll set ya straight!" and he would see u just roll ur eyes. but oh, he would so set u straight if need be.

- and yet, he couldn't stand it sometimes. god, u always had to have a smart reply for everything! he found it to be very annoying, anything he'd say and a smartass reply from u.

- but lets be honest, john was worse. a lot worse. he was always so cocky ab his words. he knew how to annoy u with ease compared than u annoying him.

- "shut up, will ya? yer always complainin' 'bout somethin'." which earns a bunch of mumblings from john as he storms off.

- he'd mentally slap himself in the face if ever said anything that crossed the line between u too. he just doesn't think.

- even if he does apologise, u were always the one to reply with smart words.

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍

- mary were a sweetheart. and so were u.. kinda. mary was loved and adored by everyone in the gang, she always made sure everyone was doing well or at least decent.

- but there was one small thing; you. u were her partner. mary's smartass of a partner. u weren't the type to think before u speak. which sometimes had mary giggling.

- especially when micah came. if he started bothering u or mary? u were the one to set him straight and get him to leave which had ur cute girlfriend being super grateful for u being with her. even peppering kisses all over ur face.

- u were also the person to come by mary's aid if she was ever in trouble. u were quick in ur feet like that.

- marys uncomfortable? ur already there, helping her out. someone's bothering her? and they've already left after they had enough of ur dirty mouth. no man or woman was a match for u and ur witty remarks.

- "thank you, [name]. he's always so weird to me... i ain't really like him like that."

- especially out in town, u had no problem being physical if anyone was rude to u or mary. although it would be a proper day out if u didn't come back with ur knuckles bleeding after standing up to someone after they were being weird towards ur gf.

- besides all that, it was always questions mark on how u and mary were a romantic couple. she was the sugar and u were the spice. u were a great couple but no one was able to figure out what she saw in u.

𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏

- besides ur kindness, u were sarcastic. so was tilly. u two were quite the pair.

- only tilly was able to be more... passive-agressive. u were just straight up aggressive at times. well, when u needed to be... no, let's be honest. u were quite the smartass.

- "dont be talkin' to me like that, or ms. grimshaw will have ya doin' more work than me." and u both burst into giggles.

- when u were with girls, u especially got along well with karen for this reason. u were both honest and bold people.

- tilly was secretly very fond of u for it, too. u were able to be cocky and reply with smart words and not feel any awkwardness from it. u were one of a kind.

- away from camp, u made it well clear u weren't the person to take shit from anyone. yes u were kind but u just had this... presence ab u. made everyone stay clear of u and tilly when ur both together.

- if someone dared to talk to tilly in a weird way, she could take care of it herself unless she was overwhelmed from it. then u would rush to her aid and back her up. u would even fight them if needed.

- again, tilly would stop u and proceed to do her best to calm u. she was the only person who could.

- "[name], i ain't really in the mood to think of something, sorry."

𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒓

- she would not stand for it. at all. she loves u, yes, but she would set u straight if u even dared.

- although, u were a smartass to her.. to a certain extent. she was happily enough to tell u off with ease. she knew ur a bluff, any threats from u were empty.

- "don't be talkin' t'me like that unless u wanna see what I'd do t'ya." she say with a grin of her face as her hat covers her eyes. and thats u told. u would never speak like that to her again. but that's a lie. u couldn't help urself.

- she definitely wouldn't stand for it while she's in a bad mood. u wouldn't even dare. she was a scary woman if she was upset.

- "[name], don't ya dare bother me, tonight. i ain't in the mood, go bother somebody else."

- away from camp, if it wasn't u who was getting all rude and threatening another fella then it was definitely sadie. u or her would put them in their place.

- u were tough, too. but nowhere near as tough as her. she wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. she wasn't the type to take shit from anyone unless it was u.

- u were the only exception to talk to her in the rude way that u sometimes do.

hii anon!! i hope this was to ur liking, i got excited nd so i went with the flow,,, hope ur doing well too!!! <3

sadie.... sadie adler.... save mee....

#arthur morgan #john marston #sadie adler #mary beth gaskill #tilly jackson #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #sadie adler x reader #mary beth gaskill x reader #tilly jackson x reader #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption

[rehfan]

La Belle Dame avec Merci -- Chapter 3: Sadie Hawkins Is a Bitch

Eddie Munson x Unpopular!AFAB!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only please - minor children DNI! – No Upsidedown; reader is technically a virgin; mutual pining; Eddie has trust issues; emotional hurt/comfort; female masturbation; male masturbation; emotional manipulation; reader is kinda shitty to Eddie; reader gets better; angst; more angst; Eddie’s mom is dead; small act of accidental physical violence; Uncle Wayne is the best 

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Sadie Hawkins could kiss your ass. Frustrated with yourself, you pulled at the gaping neckline of the oversized sweater you wore over your turtleneck. You knew it wasn’t really oversized because when it was on the mannequin in the store, the headless female form had her shoulders completely exposed. That was the way it was supposed to be worn: babydoll style. You bought it in a fit of insanity, obviously. But it was the only thing that no one in the school had seen yet and, after all the money you had spent on it, you wanted to do something with it. Something slightly daring, sexy and alluring. For Eddie.

You had to wear the turtleneck underneath because your parents wouldn’t allow you out of the house wearing just the sweater as the mannequin modeled it. You stuffed your tank top into your bookbag. The plan was: change out of the turtleneck and into the tank at school and then change back again before you went home.

As you stuffed the material down deep under your books, like you were attempting to smuggle a key of cocaine through airport security, you could feel your heart beating in your chest. You would never have believed that you were the sort of girl who would bring clothes to change at school because your parents would object to what you tried to leave the house in, but here you were. Acting like all the brainless, superficial, preppie girls who slutted it up for their boyfriends at school. You caught your look in your bedroom mirror and mouthed: “Who are you?” as your mom called you down for breakfast.

Embracing your fate, just before homeroom, there you were: off-the shoulder sweater with complimenting tank top underneath, with your Jordache jeans pegged at the ankles, and your pure white keds. It was very Flashdance only without the leg warmers. You had also managed to put some make-up on your face. Nothing garish, but just enough to make a difference. You looked cute, but not too cute. You were ready for battle.

Sadie Hawkins was the yearly dance where the girls got to ask the guys. The gender-flip was meant to be the cutesy appeal, but honestly, it kind of made you sick. This was a dance neither one of you wanted to attend, but you also wanted to show up with Eddie and freak everyone out. To do this, you had to look like you had bothered to put in some kind of an effort. After all, fake dating needed just the right touch to make things believable.

It had been three solid days since you had straddled his lap in the library on that fateful Monday and actually pressed your mouth to his. Since then, it had only been not-close-enough-to-touch-but-close-enough-to-look-like-kissing fake kissing in the halls lasting only for the time that the jocks or party kids were around. You didn’t have the heart to actually kiss him again. Not that you didn’t want to. He was certainly growing on you and got your sense of humor. But after kissing him the first time, it registered as cruel with you to do that to him over and over again and calling it fake.

You hadn’t formed an actual plan with Eddie on Monday. All you knew was that the looks you kept getting from pockets of people in the halls of Hawkins High was giving you a wonderful feeling. You had a secret and they weren’t allowed to know. You felt like a puppet master leading all of them along and it gave you a rush that pleased you immensely.

For his part, Eddie couldn’t prevent the surprised look on his face when you approached him in the halls for the second time that Monday. He was amazed that you were keeping up the ruse at first. After the third day of your face being so close to his, but not actually touching him, his brain was screaming at him to make it make sense. Your perfume filled his senses. Your breath was on his cheek. You were right there, but he had no permission to do anything. He couldn’t just kiss you. That would mean you would stop, right? A line crossed. And he didn’t want you to stop, did he? By the end of Wednesday, his confusion melted into resentment. You were clearly playing a game he didn’t want you to win.

At first, it was easy; you rushed to him with a fake-kiss me quick before pulling him to you by the collar and pressing your face close to his, one eye on the crowd of passing kids, then breaking away with a thanks see ya before disappearing yourself. But as time has worn on, you could tell Eddie was getting more and more itchy about keeping up the foolishness. The last time you tried at the end of day yesterday, he took your hands away from the sides of his face and pressed you up against the locker. He drew close. Not actually making contact with you as always, but simply staring you down. He didn’t look pleased; his eyes filled with a threat: go on, I dare you to try it for real. So you didn’t. He was clearly irritated.

You were going to have to give him a little more to keep him sweet.

You had grabbed his present that morning and had stuffed it in your bag as well as your tank top. You tried to be thoughtful, but you weren’t made of money, so it had to be something meaningful, useful, and cheap. And since you didn’t know much about him, you hoped this would do the trick.

You knew his love for D&D and weaving stories from his participation in Hellfire. You knew of his struggles with history - at least that wasn’t part of the lie when someone from the evil cliques put his name into the tutor request list. You also knew he loved metal music. He wore the emblems of them all over his clothing like a knight wears armor - not to mention the guitar pic that hung around his neck like a talisman. So, armed with the knowledge that you did have about him, you went out and purchased a gift. You just hoped it was enough to encourage his continued participation in the charade. 

As you made your way down the halls, you noticed all of the decorations for the upcoming dance. They only served to make you even more nervous. The sweater was daring alright: you felt downright naked. You saw him at his locker before he saw you. “Hey handsome.“

Eddie shut his eyes. Yours was the last voice he wanted to hear. Unfortunately for him, it was also the only voice he wanted to hear. One week into this and it was a new form of torture to be around you every day. The last time, he found strength enough to resist you. But only barely. He had to do better.

“Cupcake!“ he said, a tone of exasperation in his voice. He faced you full on, crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers with one shoulder, knowing what you’d come for. It was a moment - just one - where his heart skipped several beats at the sight of you. Jesus fuck, you were gorgeous.

“How are you today, snookems?” you smiled, hands behind your back holding your bag. 

You were literally a siren. A witch in fairy-princess garb. Only now you were really trying. Your tits were right there. And your lips were a cherry red. And you smiled like that at him. But it was all a lie, wasn’t it? It was all for show. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Resigned, Eddie thought: get it over with now, and let’s get on with our lives. He closed his eyes and puckered. 

“Oh don’t worry about that,” you said, “there’s no one here.” 

Eddie was disappointed. Wait. Why was he disappointed? Shouldn’t he be relieved? He shook it off and asked: “So why are you here then?”

You stamped down a wave of annoyance at his irritation. “I’m here to give you this.” You dug in your backpack and came up with his present. “Happy three day fake-aversary, I guess,” you said, managing a half smile and shrug.

His head drew back, and he looked incredibly skeptical. “And what is this?“

“Like I said: happy fake-aversary.” 

Incredibly suspicious, he took the box from you and examined it, turning it this way and that, shaking it and bringing it to his ear. “No ticking.”

“No ticking,” you confirmed. 

“Then I guess I better see what’s inside,” he said and took off the lid. His eyebrows went past his bangs in surprise. A set of six steel strings for guitar were inside. 

“How did you know I played?”

You shrugged, pleased that he was at least giving you a half grin. “Lucky guess,” you said, “or maybe a clue you leave everyone?” Here you glanced at the guitar pic that dangled on his shirt. “I don’t know. I guess I just had a feeling.”

He huffed a small laugh as he glanced at the pic. “Well, now I feel bad,” he said. “I didn’t get you anything, buttercup.”

“Go with me to the Sadie Hawkins thing on Saturday and we’re even.”

His peal of laughter probably echoed in the gym on the opposite side of the school. 

“Will you shut up!” you whispered to him harshly. “You’re going to blow our cover, jackass.”

“Oh! So sorry, my little peach cobbler,” and just for emphasis, he pinched your cheek causing you to pull away from his touch reflexively, “I forgot that we were still trying to trick the school into thinking that you aren’t the Ice Queen they think you are.”

“Hey! This is to help you too!” you argued.

“Yeah, I’d been wondering about that. How do you figure?” he asked. He was genuinely curious. After all, his life hadn’t changed much since the school was set on fire with the rumor that the two of you were seeing each other. He was still an outcast. Only now, he was an outcast AND the guy who managed to corrupt the vestal virgin of Hawkins High. He saw how the girls looked at him differently. He wasn’t blind. But he leaned in toward you; he wanted to hear your reasoning for this game.

“Well, you’re supposedly dating the undatable girl, right? The untouchable one. Guys have been shot down hard by me. Yet you managed to melt the Ice Queen. Surely that’s gotten you at least a reprieve from all the “freak” talk. Right?”

Eddie shrugged. “Not the biggest change in the world.” He wasn’t being touted as a hero, and there were still whispers going on behind his back about him. But the tone of the whispers had changed. And, as he gave it some thought, he hadn’t been shoved in the shoulder or shouted at in the cafeteria anytime in the last few days. It was as if all the guys were trying to figure it out. How did Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High, hook up with the Ice Queen? “But yeah, I guess there’s been a mild shift in the air.”

“See! Now don’t you want to see all their jaws drop when we attend the Sadie Hawkins dance?”

He internally recoiled at the idea of going to a Hawkins High dance. Deep in the pit of his stomach, a sour roiling developed; that same warning against the seduction of the witch-fairy. “I can live without it, to be honest, sweets,” he said. “And besides,” he added as an afterthought, “I don’t have a thing to wear.”

“You don’t have to dress up for Sadie,” you said. “That’s the beauty of it. It’s not a formal. It’s just a gathering of the youth with music and a photo op.”

“Ohhh no. Nope. No way. I am NOT having my picture taken attending a high school dance,” he said, shoving your present and his books in his locker and grabbing a notebook and his English textbook. “Thanks for the strings, but no way, angel. Not me. You’ve got the wrong dude.”

You could see that he clearly wasn’t going to go. And if you were honest, you didn’t really want to go with him if he was going to be like this. You did not want to force a boy to dance with you who absolutely hated the music and the company and the atmosphere and the gentle swaying back and forth. He would be a miserable human. And so would you for asking him to do it.

A couple of cheerleaders passed by, glancing at you and giggling. Fuck them, you thought. And fuck Eddie’s belligerence.  “Well, think about it anyway. I’ll see you in biology. Let me know then.” Maybe you could think of a way by then to make a silk purse out of this sow’s ear.

“I’m letting you know now, cupcake,” he said, slamming the locker door shut and spinning the lock. “It’s not happening. Lose the dream.” And with that, he stalked down the hallway and disappeared around the corner, proud that he was able to resist you and your feminine wiles.

“Shit,” you said to the empty halls around you. The second bell rang. “SHIT!” You raced down the hall to history, praying Ms. O’Donnell would believe your lie about having to use the bathroom before class.

Maria looked at you funny when you got there, breathless. “Fooling around with Munson has you running late today?” she asked, giggling.

“What? No,” you said, unloading your history books. “Why?”

She thumbed in the direction of one of the cheerleaders that had passed you. “Stephanie told O’Donnell you were running late because you were making out with your boyfriend in the hall. She saw you.”

You felt yourself blush. “Jesus,” you muttered. The class began. “We weren’t making out,” you whispered.

“Then what were you doing?” she asked, keeping her voice low as well.

“Just talking,” you said.

“How can you be with that guy? You know he sells drugs, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “I don’t get involved with that. That’s his business.”

“Yeah but how can you kiss him? He probably tastes like an ashtray,” she said and made a face, sticking a finger down her throat and pretending to gag.

“You go around licking ashtrays to find out what it’s like, do you?” you asked her. Maria made a face.

O’Donnell got everyone to work on an assignment in silence. You read through the material and began writing the answer to the essay question O’Donnell had written on the board. Between every sentence, you thought about how Eddie tasted. That first day, yeah, he did taste of cigarettes. It had been a closed-mouth kiss, so it was subtle but there. All your other kisses weren’t even kisses, just closeness. But on all those occasions he had a distinct scent of gum or mints or toothpaste. It was as if he were trying not to offend you. Was this the same boy who wouldn’t go to the dance?

He was a mystery. One you had yet to figure out. But what wasn’t a mystery was that he had his pride. And that, you couldn’t fault him for. After all, you were the same. He didn’t want to be thought of as so stupid as to need a tutor. He didn’t want to attend a dance where the music wouldn’t be to his tastes and his dancing might be made fun of. He didn’t want to fit in like that. He was labeled an outcast. He had embraced it, leaned into it, owned it. At this point, it was part of his personality. There was no way he was going to attend a dance where the requirement was to fit in - not after being the outcast for so long.

You sighed as you proofread your essay before turning it in to Ms. O'Donnell's desk. As you sat at your desk again, you knew what you had to do; you had to be kind. No amount of gifts would crack that stubborn pride of his. There was no way Eddie Munson was going to a dance at Hawkins High. And there was no way you were going to force him to. It wasn’t right. You wouldn’t like to be forced to do something you didn’t want to do. It wasn’t fair.

You would tell him in biology that he was off the hook.

~080~

“Very reminiscent of “La Belle Dame sans Merci” only with a twist ending, Eddie. I wasn’t aware that you were familiar with the poem,” said Mr. Hutchinson, passing back Eddie’s essay from earlier in that week. Eddie genuinely liked Hutch. Especially since he had a love for fantasy books like Eddie did.

Eddie gave him a curious look and shook his head. “No? asked Hutch. “I thought you might have been drawing from it, but just in case, I brought a copy of it. It’s at my desk. I’ll get it to you after class.”

At the end, just before the bell, Hutch placed the poem on his desk. It was not lengthy, but the first stanza was told from a different perspective than his story. “Read it a few times over and see the similarity between your story and this one. It’s remarkable that you’ve never read it, but still came up with a similar concept as Keats. Have you been done in by a woman’s charms recently?”

“Ice Queen,” whispered someone as they passed his desk to leave. Eddie’s eyes followed the offender across the room, a scowl on his face. He hated that name. You were just a chick. A chick who valued her grades more than she did parties or sports or sex. That’s all. Just because you wanted to be treated like more than a piece of meat didn’t mean you deserved to be shunned.

You were just a chick. One who had been outcast like him. One who deserved respect. One who was thoughtful and caring enough to buy him guitar strings, even though they were probably a bribe to get him to go to the dance. But you were also a chick who wouldn’t kiss him for real because… why? Just to keep up appearances without offending him? Or just because his first and only kiss was so lousy, but now you were committed? Still, you were a chick who was funny. And smart. Who wasn’t out to treat him like a piece of meat, at least, lousy kisser or not.

One who probably deserved to be taken to a dance. Just once. Because none of these other clowns would have what it takes to do that. And Eddie had it within his power. He could be the one to do that for you. He imagined spinning you around on the dance floor. That smile on your face. What harm could it do?

He’d let you know in biology that he thought it through and he’d go.

~080~

By the time biology rolled around, you were resigned to your fate. Gail passed by and you waved at her. She took that as an invitation to say hello. “So… you and Munson?” She was just as skeptical and curious as the rest of the school. 

“What can I say? He’s got pretty eyes.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. “And you’re the one who ditched me anyway, so…”

She shrugged. “He gave me a twenty to switch tables. Still… Munson?” she asked, making a face. 

“His name is Eddie,” you said, offended but not surprised that she was so easily bought, “and he’s kind of funny. And very creative. He’s got, I don’t know… a good heart. You know, for this tough guy.”

“Hmm, okay I guess. To each his own,” she said. “Just so long as he doesn’t get you hooked on cocaine or pregnant or anything.”

“Jesus, Gail! It’s not like that at all. He’s… a good dude. Just,” you said, grasping for a word you didn’t quite know. “He’s Eddie. He’s a breed apart. His own person. And he makes me laugh. Where’s the harm in that?”

“And the metal music?” she asked. “You’re into that? Because Jeff told me that Eddie and his band - Jeff and Eddie are in a band - they play at the Hideout on Tuesdays - he says they've gotten pretty good. But I’m sure you knew that already. Being Eddie’s girlfriend and all. So you must like their music too, huh?”

“I don’t mind it,” you said, not having any idea about his band until just then, but you were willing to fake it to keep up appearances. Your heart swelled with a bit of pride knowing that your instincts about what to give him as a gift were indeed spot on and completely appropriate. “I really like some of it. Good music to clean the house to.”

Gail laughed at this and said her goodbyes, moving back to sit with Jeff. Eddie came in moments later and set his things down. Scooting next to you on his stool, he said, “I’ve been thinking about it, and before you ask - no, I did not have a lobotomy.”

“What?” you asked, genuinely clueless.

“I think we should go,” he said, leaning toward you, invading your space, as was his way when he was excited about something. His one hand was settled in front of you on the lab table you shared. It looked strong. It was distracting. 

“Go?” you asked, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“Yeah,” he said, “you, me, we - we should go to the dance.” The space he occupied was vacated temporarily as he took off his jacket and sat on it as usual. The absence of him that close to you was like a physical ache. Before you had time to wonder about it, you had to remind yourself to breathe. He was wearing a t-shirt today and his arms were gorgeous. You had never touched him outside of the fake kissing, not casually, but in this moment, you felt like a woman possessed.

���Oh,” you said, tracing a finger over the puppet master on his forearm, “I was going to let you off the hook for that.”

“You were?” He was trying to focus on your words, but your fingertip was distracting him. He moved his arm so that you had better access.

“Yeah,” you said, freezing your motion to look into his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you to be miserable just so I can mess with people’s heads. You don’t deserve that.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said. “I don’t like them. They don’t like me. If I showed up in one of the places where they felt all normal - you know, if The Freak came into their dance - it would be cool to ruffle their preened feathers. If only for a few hours.”

He had you loosely caged in, one forearm on the table in front of you, the other along the back of your chair. If he wanted to, all he would have to do was lean in six inches to kiss your bare shoulder, kiss your neck, nibble at your ear, take your mouth with his. And you would let him too. Mostly because he had never initiated anything between you two before. It was always you who had been fake-kissing him. Never the other way around.

You wondered what would happen if he did. Would you instantly melt into him? Would your knees go weak? Would you moan into his mouth? 

You blinked slowly at him, desperately attempting to piece together the words he had just finished saying. He was asking you to ask him to the dance, right? Did you understand him correctly? “You don’t have to, Eddie. You really don’t. I want you to be happy. It’s bad enough I’ve been making you pretend-kiss me for the last week. I wouldn’t want to push you too far. You deserve to be with someone who isn’t a stack of lies in a trench coat.”

He wanted to ask: Is it really all a lie? Are you fake? He needed to know. He knew you started off that way, but he remembered the look you gave him when he finally pushed back that day. Shocked, lips parted in surprise, eyes alight with something else. He wanted to ask you about all that. Was it all a joke? Every part? And he wanted you to say no in the worst way. He needed you to say no. No, Eddie. You are the one I want. And was he? Was he really?

But just then Harris began his class. Eddie waited anyway, looking to you for some sign. But you didn’t do anything but turn to the page indicated and click your pen. He did the same, but he provided his ringed left hand turned up and right next to yours on the lab table between you both just in case.

Mr. Harris cleared his throat to begin class. All you both could do was turn back to your studies, but Eddie’s left hand turned palm up, the giant ring on his forefinger nudging the back of your hand. He had looked a bit hurt when you told him he deserved someone who actually cared about him. Was this him reaching out for comfort? You needed your right hand to jot notes, but when you weren’t writing, you brushed the back of his with your own, eventually turning his hand and linking your pinky with his, warm and welcoming.

You watched him out of curiosity while he wasn’t looking. This was the first time he had touched you, without you initiating anything and it was so gentle and subtle. This was not meant for the others to see and be grossed out. This was him communicating to you. No other people were invited.

Eddie felt you link your pinkie with his until you had something to write, then you were gone, only to come back seconds later to link up again. You just let him touch you. You kept coming back to touch him. And it wasn’t so obvious that others might notice. It wasn’t something that could be used for display. And you were allowing it. That was different. Could it mean that you really did give a damn? You didn’t mind him touching you? 

But the touch was too intermittent. As the class went on, you were gone for longer and longer times. He wanted more.

Mr. Harris drew a complex diagram on the board. When he turned his back to the class, Eddie’s hand disappeared from your touch and slipped underneath the table. Suddenly, you felt your stool being yanked closer to him. Eddie didn’t meet your look at all. He just wrapped an arm around your back, hand resting on your hip opposite. Once he settled there, he glanced your way. You didn’t look mad. Startled, but not mad. That was good.

You waited for him to do more. To try something else. He didn’t. His hand simply rested on the curve of you, warming the flesh there. The weight of his arm wasn’t bothersome either. His scent was stronger here too: mint and Old Spice and cigarettes. You caught his eye as he measured your reaction.

And then you did something Eddie didn't expect: you smiled.

You smiled because you didn’t mind this at all. You shifted your book and notebook over and settled in next to him, taking your notes again as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Because it kind of was. Eddie went back to taking notes, easy as you please. 

When Harris turned back to write something else on the board, you looked to Eddie and brushed his hair aside, pinning it behind his ear. Turning to you, his eyebrows raised, you whispered, “We don’t need to go to any dances. I hate them too, actually. We can do something else if you like. Wherever you want.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. “Anything for my fake fella.”

That was the wrong thing to say. You saw something die in his dark eyes. Regret filled your throat. You hurried to apologize, the intention making it to your eyes - but the words never made it to your lips.

“If I’m not interrupting your conversation by teaching, I would like to continue,” said Mr. Harris.

Blushing, you cleared your throat and bent over your notebook.

Eddie stared at you for a beat, weighing up the last look you threw him before Harris interrupted. Finally, he turned to the teacher. “I’ll allow it,” said Eddie with a dismissive brush of his hand. Laugher went up from a few in the class.

“Oh thank you, Mr. Munson. So happy I have your approval,” the teacher said and went back to his lesson.

Harris continued his lecture and the two of you studiously took notes for a while. You shot him a quick sorry under your breath. He answered you with a glance that you hoped meant forgiveness. And you were sure it did, because his hand never moved from around your body. 

Eddie being so close to you, being so quiet, with his arm still around you, you felt yourself melt a little at his touch. Not just because he was apparently comfortable, but because something inside you told you that he needed you to comfort him. To let him know you meant it when you said you were letting him off the Sadie Hawkins hook.

Eddie put his head down and took a note or two on the life cycle of the butterfly and wondered himself why he cared so much about you. More than that, why did you trust him? Where was all this coming from? Like in this moment now: you were soft under his hand, just letting him settle there. He could feel your right knee against his left. Were you moving closer? Did he really feel that?

He risked a side glance at you, but you had your thinking face on. One hand cradling your head, tilted away from him, exposing the line of your neck. The other hand gripped your pencil, scribbling a diagram of a chrysalis as Harris drew the same and labeled it on the board. He could lean in and kiss your neck if he wanted. You might have objected if he did, but he could do it. Taste your skin. Bury his nose in your hair afterward. Take in your scent. Eddie’s cock twitched slightly. He shifted in his seat. You brought your head up slightly and looked at him. His eyes met yours.

He echoed your sorry from earlier, trying like hell not to blush. Jesus, what the fuck? It was all fake. All of it. Why couldn’t he get that through his thick skull? You didn’t actually like him. You were just tolerating him for the sake of appearances. That was all. It was like a business deal.

Get a fucking grip, Munson!

“Ugh, get a room, you two,” said a harsh whisper from behind you both.

Glancing back simultaneously, one of the preppie party kids made a face at you both. You regarded each other, bemused. It seemed, at the end of the day, you were both enjoying the charade. Harris was drawing the butterfly now. You gave Eddie a look: well? A silent question in your eyes.

Permission. You were asking his permission. Holy fuck.

He didn’t think. He didn’t want to spare the time to doubt himself. Immediately, he leaned in and kissed you, his eyes open the whole time, gauging your reaction. You stared back, unable to resist being the focus of his entire attention.

He saw flecks of different colors in your eyes that he had noticed before from the prior fake kissing you had done, but they continued to fascinate him; they weren’t just the solid color they seemed to be from afar. Your touch was gentle. Your stare unwavering. He felt himself slide into a future with you as his girl. With you smiling at him as he played his guitar. With you playing with his hair as he lay in your lap and wove you a story. Date nights, fights, anniversaries, make up sex. Sex. With you. Fuck. Flickering images of skin and sweat and moaning. Clutching sheets. With you in his arms afterward. He lost himself in you until Harris’ voice pierced the silence. Eddie blinked and backed off, bent over his notebook once more. And his hand on your hip was gone. 

The kiss itself was only a few seconds long. Yet, it was during that kiss that you saw it for the first time: Eddie Munson’s vulnerability. A thing so precious and fleeting, the rarest of butterflies. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone, Eddie turning back to make a note of the life span of the Painted Lady butterfly.

He had never kissed you before. The first kiss had been your idea - one that you dared not repeat. But this? You stared at the side of his face for several seconds before snapping back to the classroom task at hand. The bell rang.

Eddie was up and gone without a glance back at you. Something had clearly happened for him and he was obviously embarrassed. Shit. Gail was there waiting for you as you mulled things over. She cleared her throat and knocked on the table. “Earth to-

“Yeah yeah,” you muttered. “Right with you.” You gathered your things and moved on to your next class.

There would be no next class for Eddie. He needed air. Out in the crisp late autumn morning, his van sat on the edge of the parking lot. He gained it quickly and sat himself behind the wheel, slamming the door shut hard.

“What the fuck!?” he shouted to himself as with shaking hands he shoved the key into the ignition. “What the ever-loving fuck!?” He drove off school grounds with no particular destination in mind. He just needed a quiet place to think.

He wound up at Peaceful Rest Cemetery. He knew where to go from there.

He was alone. Just him, his mother’s grave, and a fresh soft pack of cigs he had bought only that morning. He sat on the tiny stone bench at the foot of her grave and stared at her name. In that moment, his mind was blissfully blank. He lit up.

After three draws on his cig, the nicotine hitting his system, he was ready to talk. “I don’t get it, Mom,” he said, “I don’t get her at all. I mean- I get the whole fuck the in-crowd thing. God knows I get that. But me? Am I supposed to represent the anti-in-crowd type?” He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I do. But what I can’t figure is: it’s not only me. I mean, she could have picked Gareth or Jeff or any of the other guys in Hellfire. Shit, she could have picked that dweeb that works on the school paper. But no. She picks me.

“And why? Because I was there; I was convenient. Because I was sitting right across the table from her when that last straw cracked the camel’s back in two.” He drew on his cigarette again. “That’s it. That’s all. I was just the right guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now my dick wants a vote. Jesus Christ.

“I really don’t need this chick, Mom. I don’t need her using me. But you know? You remember that song that used to play on the radio when I was a kid? The one you would sing along to in the car?”

He closed his eyes and sang softly:

You just keep on using me/ until you use me up

“That one? Yeah. She’s like that. And a big part of me hates it because I know she’s using me, but then there’s a part of me that can’t believe it’s happening because she’s just… so fucking amazing. She’s smart and just a little sexy but she doesn’t even know it. She walks around looking like that and, Mom, she has no idea! It’s crazy. The sweater she had on today alone… Jesus.” Eddie blinked, remembering where he was and who he was talking to. “Sorry, Mom. But you get it.”

“She’s too good for me though. I know that. And I know what you’re going to say, Mom. I know you’re going to say that I am good enough, but I live in a trailer park with my uncle. And her? She lives over in Loch Nora with the other rich kids. Which isn’t necessarily better, but she has folks, you know? A mom and a dad and they both love each other and their little baby girl. I mean, I haven’t met them or anything, but I just know, you know?”

He took three more puffs and blew the smoke into the air until it mixed with the clouds above him. He watched them go, turning and laying down on his back on the bench, feet planted on the ground, his free hand behind his head as a cushion. 

“I had a dream about her last night.”

Another smoke cloud blew out to join its brothers, shifting in the afternoon air.

“I dreamt that she was a fairy princess and I was a knight and she stole my horse and gave me honey to eat from a wooden spoon.”

Another cloud of smoke rose slowly above him.

“Fucking Keats, man.”

His mother didn’t reply. The grass rustled against her stone as the wind blew it around. The caretakers should mow soon. Eddie wondered if he should write a letter to them not to touch his mom’s grave. To tell them that he liked the longer grasses and how they sounded brushing up against her stone. Like she was whispering to him. Comforting him.

“I think I’m falling in love with her, Mom.”

“I didn���t mean to. It’s only been a few days of this shit, you know?”

“I’ve got to tell her to stop.”

“I can’t let her do this anymore.”

He finished his cig and sat up, crushing out the last embers on the underside of the bench and tossing the butt across the graveyard. He gave his mother’s headstone one last look. “Falling in love with someone so fast is what got you killed. That’s what Wayne said.”

He stood, hands in his pockets, cold now. “Of course, he was really drunk when he said it. But he said it. And I believe him.”

“Bye, Mom. Good talk.”

#fanfic #writing #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #fake relationship #la belle dame avec merci #lbdam #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #slow burn

[strawberrymilkcart]

Rdr2 more modern au shit...

possible jobs ??

Dutch - Philosophy Professor

Hosea - Communications Consultant (?

Arthur - Printmaker

John - Unemployed but searching for jobs

Tilly - University student; majoring in Paralegal studies. Works @ retail clothing store

Marybeth - University student; majoring in English. Minor in Creative Writing. Works @ retail clothing store

Karen - University student; Undecided major.Works @ retail clothing store...

yes the three girls are all coworkers lol.

Molly - University student; majoring in Business. Only attending because all of her family members went to the same school as her.

Sean - University student; majoring in Communications.

Lenny - University student; majoring in Philosophy, planning to attend law school.

Abigail - two part time jobs. One, Busgirl and the other is a custodial assistant. She cant get a full time job because she needs to take care of Jack, and John isnt helping either.

Pearson - cook @ University.

Trelawny - Magician for children's shows.

Strauss - Loan Processor.

Grimshaw - Manager @ Retail Clothing Store thats in the mall

Grimshaw is the girls' manager which makes them all hate her more.

Bill - Construction worker

Uncle - lmfao u think he'd have a job?

Charles - Carpenter ??

Kieran - University student, majoring in Equine Science. House sitter and landscaper for Colm. Also works in the aquarium department of a pet store.

Javier - Works at a Guitar store

micah, cleet and whatever the hell is his name can kiss my ass

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As stated before, Dutch and Hosea raised Tilly, John and Arthur...meaning they bought a house and lived together. (not in a gay couple way. in a friend way /hj)

They still live together despite the kids being grown up. Tilly and John live with them. But Arthur lives on his own.

Dutch and Colm are neighbors. And are rivals in this AU. They often make snarky comments about one another and give glares.

Arthur enjoys being friends with Charles Châtenay, Albert Manson and Algerson Wasp...even though theyre a little erratic. He feels comfortable being around creative people like him c:

Tilly has a crush on Javier. The other girls tease her about it. Arthur knows about it too and will bring it up if he wants to antagonize her (canon btw)

Marybeth and Kieran both have feelings for each other. Tilly and Karen both gag whenever she talks about Kieran. They dont like him because Kieran is associated with Colm.

Lenny has a crush on Jenny :) (i dont want her to die in this au :(...so why not make her live? I dont have much information on her tho.

Arthur's son Isaac is very much alive. (yippee!) so is his mother, Eliza. The two live in a different state but they're doing well, Arthur visits them once a month and always comes for holidays and Isaac's birthday.

Sadie and Jake live happily together too c: Sadie works as at a shooting range. Arthur and John visit the range often to blow off some steam or just to bond together with Sadie.

Arthur dislikes how John acts with Abigail and Jack, he tries his best to talk to him about stepping up to be a father but John is a little hard-headed...

FUCK IT EVERYONE IS HAPPY IN THIS ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

#rdr2 #rdr2 modern au #red dead redemption modern #rdr2 modern #red dead redemption 2 modern au #red dead fandom #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 but happy #yippee #happy alternative universe #modern au

[miahasahardname]

Thoughts on

Katie and Sadie

Mike

Trent

Dakota

and Sierra?

katie and sadie -

they have very little screentime so i don’t have much to say about them. i have definetly seen a lot of girls like them, but that was usually when i was primary school age, not as a teenager. at times they can be really annoying, but their friendship can be pretty wholesome at times. reminds me of how attached i was to my friends at… well, not their age. there’s nothing really bad about them, but not much good either? really indifferent about them.

mike -

fresh tv did NOT know how to write a character with a mental disorder… besides the bad representation, i think mike is a pretty nice guy! i love silly-with-a-hint-of-mental-disorder characters like him. he’s one of the better characters from gen 2, and he’s… sweet? that’s how i’m going to word it. also. i‘m going to say it right here. i LOVE svetlana (or swjetłana, as they call her in the Polish dub). my favourite alter (i think that’s the term?) of his. totally not just because she’s slavic and i crave representation, she’s just a very fun character and a very skilled gymnast! i also like vito. he’s cool. very unfortunate what they did with mike in ass stars!

trent -

trent is a very interesting character. i could go on for ages, analysing his behaviours, figuring out his past traumas and what caused him to end up the way he is. there is so much to talk about with trent! that’s why i love trentcourse: it’s just a bunch of people talking about this guy!! he’s a sweetheart. his chill, coolheaded, and a really kind person. he’s not made much real enemies, and. ugh. i love his relationship with gwen. just,,,,, so pure. action kinda fucked him up a little bit, but in a way it gave him a bit of depth? my personal theory on why he kinda just. snapped was that since action started so early after island, he hadn’t gotten the chance to pack enough meds, and anyone who’s needed to take any sort of medication for that kind of thing will probably know that if you’re going to go off of medication/start taking medication, you need to do it gradually, and that’s for a good reason!!!!!! anyways i love trent. he and cody are the traumatised boyfriends.

dakota -

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DAKOTA!!!!!! SHE’S SO FUCKING SILLY. genuinely. she is my favourite character of gen 2 alongside jo. she’s a bit how i used to imagine myself to be in the future! fashionable, famous, rich, successful, and in a healthy relationship!! (samkota is SO WHOLESOME) her turning into dakotazoid was actually really great. i kinda prefer her that way! she could still be confident with her body despite being a twelve foot tall mutant! i don’t fully understand people who draw her as ‘healed’ from that because like. i don’t think you can reverse something that drastic. and also she’s comfortable with it! she doesn’t seem too upset about it (iirc of course. been a while since i’ve rewatched roti). anyways dakota is amazing, i love her and her relationship with sam, and i think she and zoey should be best friends!!

sierra -

ok i don’t know if you’d want to hear it but. i’m sorry. i hate her. like every moment she was on screen i’d get SUPER uncomfortable. her actions towards cody were horrible and i am not going to ignore them even though yeah she’s a fictional character!!!! i don’t know if her actions were meant to come off as jokes or not but either way it’s not funny at all. i like her design, her voice acting is AMAZING, her face is very expressive (and i love that in a cartoon!), paris in the springtime was one of the best songs of the season (but it will never beat her real name isn’t blaineley), but she’s just. not a good character. she had potential! i would’ve loved it if she was a villain, like, you set up alejandro to be the main villain but them BOOM! sierra is actually a manipulative mastermind who will blackmail anyone and get them eliminated!! or something like that. but yeah i don’t like sierra.

i hope this is an ok response!

#i don’t know when this ask was sent but i’m sorry if the response was too late!! #i was watching a movie with my mum #(it was klaus. yes i’m watching christmas movies in august. i honestly don’t know why) #td katie #td sadie #td trent #td dakota #td mike #td sierra #total drama #td #mia has a stupid thought #ask answered!

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Joe Keery x Reader

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for details!

Also, I made YN's characters name Stephanie. It can be anything you want it just felt better with a name.

this was a request thank you, @snackycake1975

You were terrified. Joe had been being extremely weird for the last few weeks. And the cast had been acting weird around you... Did you do something? You wracked your brain for an answer as you sipped on your morning coffee.

Joe hadn't been spending as much time in your trailer as usual. What if he wants a break? Or to break up, for real?

Was he just waiting until you finished filming? That eould make sense. Your characters were love interests, and breaking up might mess up the chemistry. That was why. The cast also knew. Definetly.

You set down your coffee and change into some fresh clothes. Just sweatpants and a T-Shirt, you would be changing into your costume shortly. You brush out your hair. No need for makeup or styling, makeup and hair crew.

You jump as a knock on your door startles you. You rush over and see Joe. Why is he here? Did he talk to the producers and they said he could 'dump your ass'?

"Morning, baby," he yawns. He walks in as you step back from the door. He takes a seat on your bed and motions for you to follow. You take a seat on his lap and he wraps his arms around, chin resting on your shoulder. *I'm sorry I do that cuddle thing in every fic. I'm so weak for it*

"Morning Joe. What's wrong?" You ask. You needed to know. If he was going to dump your ass, get it over with. You could handle it. Okay, you couldn't.

It was season 4, almost over. Stephanie and Steve were about to get a happy ending. As happy as it could be, Stephanie had lost her parents, steves we're still alive due to being out of state.

"Nothings wrong," he quickly says. Lie. "Look, I'm just nervous. It's the end of the season, I mean, we've been dating for almost as long as the show has been going on," okay. That seemed true.

"5 years," you reply. You had to get to filming, your crew would kill you if you were much later. You were going to miss not filming with the people for the year or so you would be waiting on the writers.

"Come on babe," Joe says grabbing your hand and you both walk out of your trailer. Gaten whistles when he sees you leave the trailer together. He was literally like your child. You and Joe had basically adopted him.

You flip him the bird as he sticks out his tongue and then Joe just laughs. "youre a dork," he mumbles and you give him a playful shove.

The crew quickly ushers you both apart. You being drug off and dramatically calling for your lover. You snicker as the makeup crew starts smiling at your antics.

You were in the middle of a heated scene. Stephanie has taken a hit from a few demobats and was loosing a lot of blood.

"Steph, please no," Joe said with gears in his eyes. This scene was going great. He knelt next to your body. He pulled something from his pocket.

"I was gonna marry you baby," he says. Your face probably looks shocked. This is not part of the script. You rack your brain. Probably trying to get a genuine reaction.

"I'm sorry Steve, I love you but ..," you couch up blood that had been in the back of your throat, another year escapes his eye, "I can't lose you, I do," is your last words before he picks you up and you pass out.

"CUT," you hear one of the brothers yell. Part of the cast somes running towards you as Joe sets you down. You smile when Gaten hugs you.

"What's going on? You know I hate surprises," you say as you receive hugs . You feel a tao on your shoulder and have to release Millie.

You see Joe. He is fucking. Proposing!?! He had a dianond ring. He is on one knee. A haloy tear slips from your eyes, "Yes," you varely whisper as a happy tears slips from both of your eyes.

He palaces the ring on your finger and picks you up spinning you. You are shocked as he sets you down. You place a kiss on his lips.

"Why did you make us wait?" Sadie asks. they knew. They most likely planned it.

"I-" joe can't come up with a reply so you just kiss him again. You kiss joe. You kiss your Fiance! Because you are.... engaged!

#joe keery x reader #joe kerry #joe keery angst #joe keery x y/n #joe keery fluff #joe keery fanfic #joe kerry x reader

[fandomsoda]

Alright SU progress report 1 (spoilers ahead)

Got through episodes 1-29

Overall experience?: I’m having fun, it’s alright, I like it. It’s keeping my attention enough for me to be able to solidly binge it.

Favorite character so far?: Uuuuuhhhh Idk probably Amethyst.

Ships?: No strong opinions yet

Thoughts on lore/overall show atmosphere?: The show’s gorgeous (at least the environments are) and the lore seems neat even though you’re very… thrown right into it. I don’t think it does a good job establishing the world, episode 1 just kinda happens and you get no context, no explanation, no one’s gonna tell you anything unless you’re watching with someone, and I do not think that is good writing. Pacing seems a bit too fast, I know the show has a shorter individual episode run time but it felt like things really weren’t built up enough. Things often just kinda happen and very few scenes are given the proper weight I think they deserve.

Individual character opinions:

Steven?: He is… something. He becomes way less unbearable, but early on he’s very difficult to watch. I never really hated him as I know he’s a young, inexperienced character and he’s supposed to be a tad annoying, but god the second-hand embarrassment! I also feel like he is dumbed-down way too fucking hard. Like it often feels like the writers have a vendetta against him with how shockingly oblivious and idiotic they make him at times, it is so frustrating. He’s way more likable later on, in exchange for feeling unnoteworthy. He’s the titular character, the generic starry-eyed protagonist, and I don’t really care that much. He bounces off of everyone well, but doesn’t have a lot going for himself individually.

Pearl?: I like Pearl, she’s fun, responsible, and resourceful. A mom friend if I’ve ever seen one and often pretty endearing, if overbearing at times. It’s a very basic archetype but it works.

Amethyst?: I like her a lot. Her attitude is fun, she is VERY pretty, and she’s often funny and interesting. However often she can come across as an asshole and her antics can wind up not fun so- yeah.

Garnet?: Garnet definitely has her moments but I do not like how robotic she acts. She feels like she should talk more and express more, and her only super expressive moment being her lashing out and being cruel to someone/thing who could not hurt her does not sweeten the deal.

Greg?: Massive shrug, has his moments but can also suck.

Lars?: Fun to watch, easy to emphasize with, kind of an asshole though.

Sadie?: (just gonna sum this up in the advice I’d like to give her) Girl I understand your pain and you deserve better so LEAVE HIS ASS.

Connie?: She’s neat. Her getting her eyesight cured did leave a bad taste in my mouth, though. Not her fault, however.

Lapis?: I like her a lot and I wish she stuck around for longer. I feel like enough time wasn’t spent on her story, and the scene of her gem getting healed went by too quickly and happened too suddenly.

Additional tidbits, giggles, and jokes:

wound up calling who Lapis was going to be given me already associating that gemstone with water

After observing how even the normal human world feels like it’s on something in this show and everyone seems like they’ve got something wild going on, I coined the term/saying “on some Beach City shit”, something to refer to when something/someone has the certain brand of weirdness Beach City does.

that’s all for now, having fun but not blindly loving the show, please don’t kill me.

people who wanted to be tagged directly: @dinosaurzzz @everydaygremlin

#text post #soda’s su saga

[blackinquisitors]

Thoughts on Molly, Kieran, and Sean? Anything LGBTQ in the air for any of them?

MOLLY

I love Molly. she's the exact target audience for Lana del Rey. I know she's SOBBING listening to norman fucking rockwell

she's awkward and shy but it comes off as rudeness. and sometimes it is rudeness but she genuinely just wants to be alone and also doesn't know how to talk to the gang. most of this is dutchs fault bc he intentionally drives rifts in between her and the other girls so she's got nobody to talk to but him

I think she's bisexual but she'd never ever call herself that. she's mildly homophobic too. but she's of the mind that everyone fancies women and gay people are gross for acting on that. that being said I read a great Sadie/Molly fic that is essentially canon to me of them getting together after the gang falls apart

KIERAN

@markodragic once described him as a feeble lamb boyfriend and that's by far the most apt description I've ever heard for him. he's so scrungly

I don't think he's lgbt tho. he's a tentative ally (doesn't understand any of it but supports it nonetheless) he's straight and afraid of women. Marybeth smiled at him and he had to go do breathing exercises so he didn't pass out

he's so put upon but he doesn't make it easier on himself. he startles like a chihuahua. I'd pick on him too ngl.

I admittedly don't have too much to say about Kieran. I like him but I don't know him well enough to say more

SEAN

this fuckin guy. Eminem's target audience

I love him also but I wouldn't be able to stand him irl. glad he's only a video game character

those that smile the brightest are the saddest or whatever that saying goes. he's deeply miserable as all these people are and that's evident by how he's never far from a bottle. I think he partakes in cocaine and all the other good drugs that were widely available in 1899

drug dealer energy. he should be hanging about a park after sundown in a tracksuit selling baggies of pills

hmm I don't get when people make Sean bi or ship him w Lenny. to me he's the type of straight guy to hit on a girl and go "oh you're a lesbian? me too heheheh" and asks Karen if she'd like a threesome but only with another woman. he doesn't wash his ass either I wouldn't want to put Lenny through that

definitely the kid that tortured bugs for fun. would have gotten his shit rocked by Charles if they were on the same playground that's for sure

#hcs #thank youuu

[rainparadefromhell]

s4 "quick" review.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

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this is probably the best piece of television i have ever seen. this is why i am so in love with writing and characters and storylines and imagination and creativity and my god do the duffer brothers have all those things. i am actually in awe.

some things that i LOVED that come to mind :

- literally loved every new character?? except jason, is that even his name he can rot why was he in every corner with the satanic shit giving me a migraine smh, eddie is the loml, rip chrissy she was cute and more importantnly steve FINALLY made a new friend his age yay!!!

- steve harrington is gonna do one thing every season and that is be steve harrington aka slay every and any one and he is the best character blabla u already know. also him fucking tearing that bat creature apart was so hot for no reason

- dustin!!!!!????! CARRIED this season. always loved him but his humor really stood out to me this season, gaten acted his ass off

- lucas and that little speech telling max he is always there for her? he has my heart

- sadie oscar when?

- i was screaming "WILLIAM!!" at any mike and will scene. idk why the government name jumped out of me buuuut oh my god i felt so bad bc he is clearly in love w mike and i don't think it's reciprocated....i do think mike knows bc some of them scenes were so awkward but cute i love will

- loved seeing jonathan be so fun (i mean he was high most of the time but still lolol)

- robin????? kiss??? me???? oh MY GOD, her steve and dustin were my absolute favorites, everything she says is comedic gold

- VECNA'S ORIGIN STORY FUCKING DUFFER BROTHERS PLEASE SPARE SOME TALENT. no but i was screaming "he's number one!!!!" when he tricked el. the actor is so talented and his monologue was perfectly evil without being corny. i LOVED them fleshing out the villains more and the whole 1920s victor creel storyline with that beautiful house and the clocks and everything was so stunning visually???

- THE FUCKING SPECIAL EFFECTS CGI WHATEVER THE FUCK WHEN VECNA WOULD BREAK PPLS BONES IT LOOKED SO FUCKING CREEPY AND AWFUL AND SADISTIC AND AMAZING R U KIDDING ME????? this just put ST on another level. the way that that genuinely freaked me out so much with their jaws hanging and missing eyes??? it was truly horror this season.

- hopper and the russian prison guard fighting the demogorgon actually had me on the edge of my seat, it was amazing!! also joyce saving the day by pushing random buttons is such a joyce thing to do lol.

- imma need a written note from netflix and the duffer brothers that my girl el will live a nice, calm and comfortable life in an isolated cabin somewhere after all of this on my desk by monday bc tf?? millie was just flexing her talent bc she was crying and in pain like 90% of the season so far. chefs kiss as always

- dr. br*nner is the biggest piece of shit i have ever seen and if we ever cross paths he is catching these hands. bitch.

things i didn't like :

- there is seriously just one big thing and that is nancy and steve. i love both characters and steve is prob my favorite even but my god do they just not fit at all....nancy and jonathan are both calm and very similar and i just wanted steve to thrive whether by himself or with a new girl. the show made a point that nancy never really loved him and now suddenly it's true love? give me a break, they barely interacted in ages. it just seemed like they didn't know what to do so they used them for cheap drama even though the nancy and jonathan long distance issues were, in my opinion, enough and completely valid and relatable. also emotional cheating isn't cute.

- wanted to see more of mike. a lot of people don't like him but i do. feels like the show doesn't know what to do with him sometimes though.

and that's it. bc the season was basically perfect in my eyes. 10/10

i was, as i'm sure many people as well worried that ST would decline in quality after season 3, hell even 2. but s4 just proved me the fuck wrong. it is absolutely my favorite season so far. i know we are getting a s5 but this makes me want at least 5 more!!!!! but i do trust the duffer brothers to end everything on a high note. but i just cannot wrap my mind over how good this season was??? everything just clicked with el's backstory in the lab and vecna's origin story they REALLY thought everything through and it SHOWS.

this is what tv should be. just pure talent and a thought out idea. and of course an incredible cast. what a delight. i am filled with serotonin. congrats to everyone involved in making this season from the creators to the cast & crew. we will be talking about s4 of stranger things for a looooooong time you best believe.

in short I FUCKING LOVE ART!!!!!!!

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things netflix #spoilers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #will byers #jonathan byers #eleven #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #robin buckley #eddie munson #jim hopper #joyce byers

[reversecreek]

welcome to marina, LANA JAMESON ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for THREE YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a INSTAGRAM / EDITORIAL MODEL. everyone also says they look a lot like SADIE SOVERALL. what do you think?

PINTEREST

“below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?” — Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as lavish as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

ummm DISASTROUS romantic history honestly... riddled w beastly men and intense situationships n toxic cheating dynamics just. a lot.

went to uni for ballet n joining a travelling dance company bt. was kicked out fr excessive inebriation tht got in the way of her rehearsal times etc. now she just kind of insta models n does a few editorial shoots for realisation par n lingerie brands n such

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. womanhood as nonconsensual performance. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think

she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n 99% of them haven't lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them

ummmm ya lets plot sexies

#marina:intro #me recycling an old intro mercilessly

[frasier-crane-style]

Ghosted

I wasted two hours of my life on this movie, so I’m going to be a bit long-winded, but I’ll try to confine myself to the major problem areas.

  1. The premise makes no sense and is convoluted, unrealistic, and unrelatable.

  I’m going to give you a no-bullshit rundown of the actual story of this movie. Not all the story, just the first act. And you tell me whether you think it’s obnoxiously overwritten.

  A. Cole (Chris Evans) and Sadie (Ana de Armas) meet at a farmer’s market. Cole is watching someone else’s stall and Sadie is shopping for a houseplant. Sadie wants to buy a houseplant, but she’s frequently gone on business trips, so Cole refuses to sell her a houseplant because it will die from her neglect.

  B. The real houseplant seller comes back and, duh, just sells Sadie the houseplant. She also informs Cole that his sexual chemistry with Sadie is off-the-charts (we’ll get to this), so he follows Sadie to her car to ask her out.

  C. Confronted with this strange man who berates her over her prospects as a houseplant caretaker, Sadie decides to spend the rest of the day hanging out with him.

  D. Cole frequently loses things, so he has airtags on all his important possessions.

  E. Cole and Sadie decide to race up the stairs from The Exorcist. Before they do, Cole takes all his personal items out of his pockets and places them in Sadie’s backpack.

  F. Cole and Sadie film a perfume commercial together, I MEAN, they have sex.

  G. Sadie leaves on a lengthy business trip; Cole sends her texts. For some reason, despite fully intending to date him, Sadie doesn’t simply respond to his texts or tell him she’s going on a business trip and won’t have time to talk. I guess despite how magical that first date was and how off-the-walls intense their sexual chemistry is, him sending too many texts is a dealbreaker. Ladies, please comment on how many texts Chris Evans would have to send YOU before you dumped his ass cold.

  H. Cole worries that Sadie has ghosted him and, realizing she still has his inhaler which still has an airtag on it, he tracks her to London.

  I. Encouraged by his parents, Cole flies to London to meet Sadie face-to-face. The movie has several characters tell Cole that this is a bad idea, because if you lampshade a stupid plot development, it’s no longer stupid.

  J. The, uh… airtag on the inhaler in London turns out to be a trap for Sadie/the Taxman (her spy codename).

  K. No one knows that Sadie is the Taxman or anything about the Taxman, really, so the bad guys assume Cole is the Taxman.

  L. Sadie rescues Cole from the bad guys, but no matter how many times the bad guys see Cole acting like an incompetent scaredy-cat and Sadie acting like a badass, it doesn’t click for them that SHE’S the Taxman until the very end of the movie.

  M. Now that ALL THAT is out of the way, we get into the actual spy movie plot, which is about a briefcase and a genetic lock and a WMD and all that sort of stuff.

  Don’t you think it’s possible to simplify this and make it halfway believable? It’s all leading up to the bad guys mistaking Cole for Sadie, and even in the movie itself, that plot point is glossed over. I guess they set a trap for the Taxman to stand in the middle of the street—why did they think it was Cole specifically? Because he looked at his phone? Did they torture another twenty people for stopping in the street and looking at their phone in the middle of London?

  What if the bad guys had planted a tracking device on Sadie and, after she hooked up with Cole, he accidentally pocketed it? Or the bad guys managed to hack Sadie’s phone and, seeing Cole send her a bunch of emojis and lovey-dovey texts, assume it was a coded cypher and that he’s her handler? Or they just wanted to get leverage on Sadie and, while tailing Cole, heard him talking about how in love he and Sadie are and how they’re meant for each other and they’re going to spend the rest of their lives together—so they grab him to use as a hostage?

  I don’t want to toot my own horn, but aren’t all of those at least modestly clever and they get us into the action without a bunch of complicated nonsense?

  2. Why are Cole and Sadie interested in each other?

  We spend this long, LONG prologue on the two of them going on a date but we never find out anything they have in common or what they see in each other. It seems like they’re both just afraid to die alone and find the other person reasonably pleasant (aside from the yelling about houseplants thing).

  Okay, that’s reason enough for a hook-up, I suppose, but after Cole finds out Sadie is a spy and she kills twenty people in front of her—and Sadie realizes how needy and stalkerish Cole is (follows her to London, sends her countless texts, takes a picture of her while she’s sleeping)—why are they still into each other?

  The only answer the movie gives is that they want to fuck. Hard. We get many, MANY scenes of OTHER CHARACTERS informing Cole and Sadie of just how insanely hot the two of them are for each other. By the end of the movie, you feel gaslit. I lost count of how many times Cole and Sadie are told to get a room, even though their ‘heated sexual chemistry’ looks a lot like very sour bickering from here.

  They barely even seem attracted to each other until a bit in the climax where Sadie wears a slinky dress. The actors are attractive people, but the movie is so MCU antiseptic when it comes to the male gaze (and the female gaze, for that matter) that they actually have to TELL US how sexy these characters are to each other instead of SHOWING US.

  3. Both Cole and Sadie are cardboard cutouts with no personalities.

  This goes back to my prior point, but it’s like these two characters were bred in a lab to have perfect cheekbones and no offensiveness to them (well, except for Cole’s stalker shit). We learn impressively little about them for the main characters in a two hour movie.

  Cole thinks Lincoln was a great President.

  Sadie (you’re never going to believe this) thinks Monet was a swell painter.

  Cole’s parents are embarrassing and he has a sister who makes fun of him for living at home even though she lives at home with him……?

  Sadie’s mother was a strong, powerful woman who she admired.

  There’s a popular Tumblr post about “Farmer’s Market hot” and I’m convinced that’s the source material for this movie. There’s nothing else to Cole’s character. He’s a hot farmer, but not one of those conservative farmers—no, he listens to NPR and keeps bees and shoots guns but only at cans.

  (Given how liberal Cole seems to be and how Sadie is implicitly a Cuban refugee, you’d think these two would have some thoughts about the CIA, but aside from some Jason Bourne “look what they make you give! We’re all cogs in a machine! We sacrificed everything and they spat on us at the airport!” stuff from the villain, Sadie might as well be working for GI JOE.)

  Sadie, meanwhile, is a workaholic with a fear of intimacy. Never seen that in a rom-com!

  It all feels like placeholder stuff, with no specificity. It seems like there should be some conflict or irony to these two characters, but even their bickering is surface-level. Cole is angry that Sadie ‘got him into’ this mess. Sadie is angry that Cole is stalking her.

  Wouldn’t it be more interesting if there was some big contrast between Sadie the spy and Cole the average guy? What if he firmly believed the CIA was a corrupt institution? Or she was all about high-tech gadgets while he’s more into old-fashioned, tried-and-true stuff? SOMETHING to amp up the drama between these two instead of going and going on the ‘surprise’ that Sadie is a spy.

  In the movie, Cole is actually upset that Sadie ‘lied to him’ by not telling him she was a spy on THEIR FIRST DATE. Has he never seen a spy movie before? Does he not get the concept of ‘working undercover’ or ‘don’t blow my cover’? It’s like the movie just needed something for them to babble hostilely at each other about (because that’s what people with red-hot sexual chemistry do) and didn’t bother actually coming up with something for them to be at loggerheads about.

  4. Also the first act is boring too

  You know Sadie’s a spy. I know Sadie’s the spy. That’s the premise of the movie! But we have to wait like thirty minutes before we’re ‘surprised’ by this ‘shocking’ ‘reveal’. Wouldn’t it be funnier if we knew from the get-go that Sadie was a spy, but Cole didn’t? It could be like Grosse Pointe Blank, with lots of jokes fueled by this doofus not knowing Sadie is a super-spy. That way, while we’re loading up the actual plot of the movie, we could at least have fun with the building tension of Cole having no idea who he’s really dating.

  It’s like that Hitchcock quote about the bomb under the table. In the movie, the bomb just goes off—Sadie shows up and she’s a super-spy! But that could’ve been the punchline to a joke that’s built and built and built instead of just a plot point that comes and goes.

  5. Cole never needs his inhaler after the whole airtag plot point is dealt with.

  Okay, sure, I buy that a guy as fit as Chris Evans needs an inhaler. But the moment the airtag thing is over, the movie entirely forgets this and just has him running around, beating people up, without showing any strain. It bugs me.

#ghosted #chris evans #ana de armas #farmer's market hot

[sangrewrites]

my own work tea

okie so i'm a barista in like amazon hq right??? and i've been with this company since i was 23 gag so i've seen everything you could think of. anyways since reopening from covid they've been running like this free coffee bullshit and it was only supposed to be like a 3 month program the lies!

well here we are nearly 3 fucking years later and it's still free!!!! last year they were going to end it but some cry baby amazonians literally made a petition and so they kept the program. well back to office happened and it was supposed to end again AND THEY FUCKING LIED AGAIN they decided to keep free coffee bc god forbid these rich tech fucks pay for anything at this point.

we're already busy right with the people in the building but adding to that with all the people they're making come into the office it was a recipe for disaster which is what happened lmao these fucking higher ups make decisions and then they're all pikachu faced when it doesn't play out how they expected.

don't even get me started on this chick sam and her bestie kristen who are both rat snakes and i hate them. when they first started we didn't have a good first impression of each other and sadly that's stayed even years later. i'm completely over coffee right and wanted to go back to my old job as market supervisor. which an opportunity came up for me to interview for it again which i did. it was so pointless bc kristen still has this fucking grudge against me for something i did when she first came into the company. so sam was like "we'll talk again in a few weeks" well guess what we have yet to talk and my poor friend kass is literally doing two supervisor positions while getting paid for just one.

lets move on to the people i work with. you have sadie who is my ride or die but also i've began to notice things about her as a supervisor that i don't like. then you have stevie who is literally the best but she can also have her annoying moments. then there is kelly who is a fucking doorknob a lot of the time and tyler who is somehow the oldest of 6 but acts like a literal child. now sadie and tyler are like two peas in a pod which isn't a good thing. they feed off of each other and when together can be annoying af. like so much so that kass even came to me and was like "whats going on with you and sadie???" bc there was def tension for a while with how those two acted.

i love sadie but as a supervisor there is a reason our bosses question if she can run a shop. she makes excuses for tyler instead of holding him accountable for doing a shit job closing. we had a new person start last week and literally on her 3rd day he was rude to her for no reason. like obvi she's not gonna know what fucking pastery is what. so when she heard about it the next day instead of holding him accountable she made excuses for him. he's a closer and i used to be a closer, and she allows him to get away with not doing shit or doing a half assed job. but when i was closer that shit wouldn't fly, and again she makes excuses about how it was a different time.

i literally feel nothing about tyler, like i tolerate him but outside of work he is not someone i would ever interact with.

the thing about sadie also she has said some outta pocket shit to me that i don't even think she realizes is outta pocket. sometimes i'm quiet, it doesn't mean i'm in a bad mood. i just don't feel like talking and one time she was like 'gosh she has an attitude today" and i snapped back like "i don't but i can get one real quick." then i was gonna call out to finish packing and clean up my apartment before moving but she literally guilted me into coming. and made some remark like "it's not my fault you're not done packing" i'm lowkey reaching the point that outside of work i won't be speaking with her either if i were to leave.

BIG SIGH. i love working with a few people and like all of my regulars who come get coffee. but like at some point that isn't a valid excuse to stay somewhere that stresses me tf out and where i am not happy. sure i make good money but at what expense??? i would rather make less and be happy going into work.

[luv-loo]

I’m gonna rant on some faves because boredom and so my mind doesn’t explode. SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

Max Mayfield — MY QUEEN. If Ryan Reynolds is every straight mans crush than Sadie Sink is my straight girl crush 😻 I remember watching season 2 and seeing her for the first time and felt SO HAPPY !! As a girl who has guy friends and (at the time) only hanged with them she made me so much less insecure about that fact. Her acting was on POINT season 4 and my fave thing the whole season and SHE STILL GOT THE END OF THE STICK. But season 3 Max doesn’t get enough love imo because let’s be real, she’s the real mpv for helping El to get in her own skin. Max & Sadie are my queens and I’ll make sure they are treated as MUCH.

Lance Sweets — HONESTLY WANT HIM TO BE MY OLDER BROTHER OKAY, or that cool uncle. I love him to DEATH. His dokiness, his smarts, his awkwardness & his weird as way of being a therapist to Bones & Booth but yeah know— I’ve already spoiled myself and I’m just SAD. I love Booth as well, but whenever he or Bones talk down to him pisses me right off. NO. HE IS APART OF THE FBI FOR A REASON YOU BABOONS. I love him with Daisy (even if she can be a bit overbearing at times) but I also low key ship him with Fisher simply by the fact there both high class NERDS. Anyway, love him.

Chrissy Cunningham — Unpopular opinion, but I felt Chrissy death more than both Barbs AND Eddies. Let me explain. Barb because she wasn’t really a fleshed out character imo, beside being Nancy’s smart and overly safe friend, but honestly Steve and Nancys relationship in S1 was cute imo and didn’t deserve half the shit it got from Barb. ANYWAY. I loved Eddie a lot, like all ST fans, but his death felt so rushed and so unsatisfactory to the plot and the end talk with Dustin & Eddie’s uncle just made me hate it more. Chrissy got character development from the moment she was on screen until her untimely demise. Her trauma was so real, something I kind of related to in my own way. I just loved her and it was the only time the season I actually shed a tear.

Rudy Wade — Probably the most unrecognisable name on the list, but Rudy is from S3-S5 of the British TV show Misfits, about powers and crap and it’s GREAT. Anyway, Rudy’s power is what I like to call “Emotional Doubles”. He basically has a double of himself but is all his bottled up emotions in that double. He’s a character I relate to way to much, mainly in the aspect of hiding emotions to the point it’s unhealthy. I’ve loved him since he appeared. He’s cocky, he’s hyper sexual (like a lot of British characters tbh), WAS depressed (I’m not sure if he still is) & basically dubbed himself the uncle of Finn (another character). I just love his personality, as well as his double, Rudy Too. The guy who plays them is SUCH a good actor because the two (plus a third, but we don’t talk about the ukulele villain) are the same person but he plays them so well that you can just tell in their faces which one is which. He’s just great and I love him OKAY?!

Neville Longbottom — I had my Harry Potter phase in and out for like 3 years now and every time I go back to Neville and I just can’t believe he was treated like THAT. My boy doesn’t deserve that shit man. Let him enjoy plants and kick some BLOODY ASS. He’s probably the one character I enjoy both in the movies and books that I didn’t have any complaints about (expect his thing with Luna, idk I’m very picky with ships when it comes to certain characters). He’s GREAT. He’s AMAZING. I just wanna give him a hug so much omg. Snape can die all over again by me for what he put Neville (and Harry and EVERYONE) through.

Ginny Weasley — I WILL NOT STAND GINNY SLANDER. She was done so dirty in the movies I’m still PISSED. She was basically my favourite in the books and than the movies royally pissed me off. The stage play was good though, Australian Ginny actress was great in it. I hate how they did all the Weasley dirty in the movies, but I can’t change anything so I’m just gonna rant. In the books she was the girl I wanted (and honestly still want) to be. She’s sporty, she’s pretty, she can talk to anyone and doesn’t take shit from anyone and we LOVE TO SEE IT. Her romance with Harry was kind of rushed at the end of the books, but better than the movies lol. She’s the best and I’m honestly slaty she really only got to name one child with someone she liked, aka Luna as her only daughters middle name.

#loo rants #character rants #character rant #rant #stranger things #stranger things rant #max mayfield #chrissy cunningham #bones tv #bones tv rant #lance sweets #misfits #misfits rant #misfits tv #rudy wade #harry potter #harry potter rant #neville longbottom #ginny weasley

[sevensided]

Who were your standout performances from series 4? Favourite scenes or character relationships?

(excluding Mike and will)

Ooh, great question!

Sadie absolutely killed it. Her and Caleb were dynamite together. They brought such tenderness to Lumax as a couple that there was never a moment I didn't want them to get back together. I loved Murray, but that's because he's one of my favourite characters (yes, really); and I also thought that Millie was phenomenal. But then again, when is she not? Matthew Modine was particularly slimy as Brenner - he was fantastic. And Jamie! Oh my God, I think the best scene was when Henry's face fell and you could see him for what he was. That was cliche but I loved it anyway.

I think some of the weaker performances actually came from the older cast, but in fairness they weren't given much to work with. I'm thinking especially of Natalia and Charlie. Jonathan was given the short end of the stick this season, and the one emotional scene he did have underscored what a wasted talent he is. I truly don't think they know what to do with Jonathan, which is an issue. Nancy was... Nancy. She was fucking kick-ass and she is also one of my favourites (top three for me, easy), but I am so Tired of Jancy not communicating that I thought it was let down a little by that. Nancy sawing off the shotgun, Nancy buying the gun, Nancy in general talking about guns... I do not like guns but I like Nancy with guns. I like her with guns a lot. It's a problem.

Overall, I thought the acting was stellar. Even some of the more drab characters were still resucitated by the acting quality, which was across the board very high. I actually like this season a lot, putting aside Byler. I thought it was thoroughly enjoyable and I was engrossed.

#answered #i would say actually in terms of seasons #1. s2 #2. s4 #3. s2 #and 4. s3

[inlovewithcharmers]

Never in my life would I have thought to do this to a harry styles fan but they insulted everyone besides Joe Keery in the cast even though Gaten is literally on Broadway rn and they called MY BBG SEASON 3 TRASH- like don't act like seeing Steve harrington in a skirt was the best thing you have gotten to see. PLUS DACRE :((((( NO ONE GIVES HIM ENOUGH CREDIT FOR THIS SHIIIIIITTTTT HES SO TALENTED LIKE HE LITERALLY MADE PART OF HIMSELF CRY WHILE ACTING AS FLAYED BILLY.....

like girl......

Eduardo.....as soon as I seen the musical of everyone getting high I was genuinely scared....but Mike's beef with him is hilarious lmaoooooo.

I also love how they changed Charlie's character into being funny.....At first I was like I don't like how he stalks people like that?- but Steve s1 was an ass more than he was so I forgave him. He did a really great job changing his character a bit.

Caleb, HIM AND SADIE ARE JUST🫨🤯💣 THOSE DANCE MOVES TOO THOUUUGH. THE SWAGGIEST OUT OF ALL THE CAST (Don't tell Joe I said that, especially Djo)

Finn is so amazing in mystery horror movies and series you don't even know- he can also sing so like WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT? HES SO SWEET. THE SWEETEST BEAN EVEEERRR. HES THE REASON WHY I EVEN GOT INTO IT SO MUCH. I LOVE HIIIMMMM.

Gaten :)))) The talent My grandparents are so sucked into this show and literally have 7 to see him on Broadway but just don't want to drive💀 like HIS SINGING WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO MISS OUT ON. JAMIE WOULD BE SO PROUD OF HIM BRUH-

You sound like you only know one person that can sing and that's it? You are so wrong for that.

MILLIE DESERVES THE WORLD, SHE HAS A BOOK COMING OUT UNLIKE THE REST OF THEM.....Hell, she's living my dream talking to Winona writer and Henry Cavil. SHE. IS. LITERALLY. BESTIES. WITH. A. HOT. MAN. (Noah taking notes✍️) Not to mention this girl can rap like Ice spice who? No that's eleven spices. HIM AND DAVIDS FATHER DAUGHTER DUO IS SO ICONIC.

NOAH SLAYYYYYED THIS SHOWWW. OMFG WHERE DO I START?- When it was just us old byler stans. This man made us livid in a good way tbh. Finns my favorite ally, and noah not to sound homophobic 🙄 but he's my 3rd or 4th favorite LGBTQ bestie idk man Sadie's just so🦁 Rawr you know what I mean? I CRIED WHEN WILL HAD THAT BREAKDOWN IN SEASON 3 I WAS SOBBING. OUR POOR WILL :(

Jaime omfg. If you say this man is shit, sis we going to fight to the death. Jaime as Jace was a masterpiece. HE FITS THAT KIND OF VIBE SO WELL I LOVE IT. ALSO HE WAS IN TWILIGHT ❤️

JOSEPH, :) IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING BAD TO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT.... normal mean directors cut you off what did they end up doing? LETTING HIM IMPROV A LOT OHHH MYYY THE THOUGHT OF THOSE GUITAR SKILLS😯 I nearly slapped myself when I found out my birthday is right after his.......PLUS JAIMIE IS HIS BEST FRIEND WTF?!! MY ALMOST BIRTHDAY TWIN GETS A FRIEND LOOKING LIKE THAT AND THE ONLY THING I GOT MORE THAN FRIENDS WAS HOSPITAL VISITS?!!!! I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN THE QUIET PLACE TOOOO IM SO EXCITED.

SADIE IS FR A GODESS.🛐 She carried 2022 on her back. WAS AMAZING IN FEAR STREET. BREATHED DYLAN O'BRIENS AIR. I WOULD'VE FELT LIKE I WAS DIEING MAN WTH?. Not to mention the fact that her and dacre are my fav 2 duo in the show. I LOVE THEM. YOU INSULT OUR GINGER QUEEN WE RIDE AT DAWN.

Natalie, sure her character in season one was a little annoying and was pretty much a personality copycat to a shameless character, but THE CHEMISTRY OMFG. IF JOE KEERY LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT- girl bye. WHO CAN EVEN SAY NO TO THAT JAWLINE LIKE DAMN GIRL?- D A M N.

Pryiah is my favorite girl boss d&d player feminist btw so if you mess with her ill literally hunt you down.

[ginalinettiofficial]

anyways i’m rewatching all the teen & kid scenes in st2, and remembering how i felt when i watched it wayyyyy back when it first came out vs watching it now is WILD

like first of all: they’re all my babies, every single of one of them, i love them all endlessly

secondly, never noticed before how WILD billy was to stalk up to steve at that party no prompting no onscreen reasoning ever given???? one second he’s playing w toilet paper the next he’s fucking naruto running to the hot guy on the other side of the room just to silently glare at him?????? billy r u ok???????

some other things i didn’t notice/remember that feel important now:

- will’s visions are fucking henry creel !!! eyes rolled back in his head and shaking and everything. they really did some cool parallels in s4 to s2 will with vecna’s victims and i’d totally forgot about it by the s4 came around

- always forget that dustin liked max for a second there. poor dustin he can’t catch a break

- erica “just the facts” sinclair look how BABY she is!!!!! she’s so little!!!!!

- billy hargrove wore denim on denim to both his first AND his second day at his new school. legends only

- max: “let’s just try to make the best of a bad situation!” / billy: “what in the goddamn HELL and FUCK did you just say to me?”

- why are there SO many redheads at hawkins high this cannot be a coincidence i’ve never seen so many red headed teenage girls in my LIFE as the minor characters/extras on stranger things. there’s like at LEAST five of them what is UP with that do they have a club???? they have to have a club?????

- billy was there in the bg for that entire fight max and lucas had before she got in the car and he yelled at her to stay away from him which truly is context i 100% never noticed before! like billy didn’t just see her walk away from a random kid looking upset and then yell at her about it, he watched her very obviously fight with and yell at that kid and then walk away w tears in her eyes. doesn’t excuse the very clear implied racism that the duffers just had to shove in there, but it does give a new perspective on that whole car convo

- eddie’s van is at tina’s party i’m not fucking kidding ????????????

- where is the fandom love for that random toga dude at the party!!!!!! “pure fuel” i love you toga kid!!!!!!

- natalia dyer acting her ASS off as drunk nancy i love it

- joyce byers threatening to genuinely murder children for bullying her son, we stan

- max’s FACES god sadie sink is so funny her expressions this entire season are just GOLDEN

- why did dustin have so much baseball gear does dustin play baseball???? give me dustin baseball backstory lore i’m begging

- also fr dustin being the calm stable one in the house vs his nervous wreck of a mother esp when mews went “missing” !!!! like oh, no wonder this kid latched onto steve “i’ll parent anyone” harrington so quickly

- max is SUCH a bad liar and she and billy both know it and it’s hilarious she makes the EXACT same faces when she’s lying about knowing lucas, seeing him at the arcade, and the “talkative mormons” i love her

- i always forget how billy starts off his scene w neil by speaking loudly and with attitude and i think that’s important!!! it’s something we forget often in fic and fandom depictions of the hargrove family dynamic but like. billy is still able to sass like a teenager and raise his voice sometimes and get defensive without being /immediately/ hurt and tbh i think that makes the whole neil thing almost worse !!! it’s at least different than if we pretend that neil’s the type of abuser who is CONSTANTLY blowing up and making everyone walk on eggshells all day long. it seems like he’s more one of those where he HAS good and fair days and then sometimes he’ll just SNAP and TURN and that’s just its own sort of horrible because like…. it’s the false sense of safety it’s the never knowing when the mood is gonna shift it’s the constant testing for boundaries that are ALWAYS shifting, never consistent, never predictable !!!

- i’ll go to my grave believing that when dart approached dustin in the shed he wasn’t gonna try to hurt him at all. poor dart he was just tryna see his buddy!!!! he loved dustin!!!!!

- max telling lucas that billy used to be okay but now he’s just angry all the time and tearing up talking about it really hit home !!! i’ve had family members who i’ve seen be consumed by anger and just. hoh boy actually i think i need a full separate post to talk about this one because it got to me. that whole convo on the roof of the bus does NOT get enough attention

- also the brief dustin/steve/max scene right before that is comedic GOLD and i watched it four times in a row because i was dying

- billy was SO excited to go on his date or wherever the fuck he was going and i WISH there had been SOME context before that moment as to what he was planning to do because it seemed pretty damn important !!!

- jonathan and nancy and murray scenes just kill me that shit is so funny. how was the pull out jonathan

- also billy fully just put cologne on his dick. truly a teenage boy ladies and gents!!!

anyways half of these make me want to write their own post but that’s a dump of most of my big thoughts so far. haven’t rewatched ep 8 yet so ofc will also have feelings to share on that but yea. stranger things 2 what a TIME!!!!!

#d speaks #stranger things #st 2 #s2g noah carried this season on his back !!!!!!!! in case any of y’all forgot!!!!!!!!!