#travis BARELY acknowledges how fucked up it was for him and his siblings to be split apart and raised by different families

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yeah yeah i got recommended that Henry Cooldown analysis video whatever. i am still not over people comparing Henry to a medieval knight, NOT even taking the time to unpack that said mental image of a knight is 'mostly' associated with the British Monarchy*, an extension of its Empire that *checks notes* did a long list of atrocities like imperialism and colonialism, and also (multiple) genocides.

Henry is NOT British, he is Irish. Although considering the history of Ireland and how poorly the British Empire has treated them (amongst SO MANY OTHER COUNTRIES AND DIASPORAS), yeah it's NOT surprising that an Irish man like Henry is essentially forced to adopt quote on quote 'British sensibilities' to 'survive'. <- intentional imagery or not, the implications are not lost on me.

Like okay, calling out the comparison is cool but it sure would be nice if people went further to unpack what that means and implies in the long term. you know, like ACTUAL CRITICAL ANALYSIS?!

#I COULD do a whole essay about this. but i don't have the spoons to do so. #this is were i drop the big ball of information about me because fun fact! I am IRISH AND SCOTTISH. AND GREEK. so like. #so yeah i REALLY don't like the british #i hope in alternate universe i make youtube video essays about no more heroes and successfully argue how its about inter-generational traum #shallow rambles #nomoreposting #technically I was quite surprised by being recommended it. but looking at the comments i realised that their interpretation #is like the buy the books obvious surface level analysis of henry's character. not actually. thinking about the deeper things #behind his character. like. are we really going to ignore how his memories were wiped when he was adopted? okay. #to me henry is an example of someone finally confronting their trauma. how they cope is a whole other thing but henry is second #to jeane (the sister) that actually takes the time to confront the trauma although unfortunately this is mostly implied off-screen #travis BARELY acknowledges how fucked up it was for him and his siblings to be split apart and raised by different families #this got really fucking personal and i don't think anyone has actually cared enough to even consider the historical subtext #of these characters but that's just my take. #also i'm not fucking listening to a man explain to me what henry is. you know in a filmbro way. i have my own brain and interpretation and #that is all that matters to me. if you liked the guys video that's fine but honestly i am just not that interested in the essay. #you like henry for the rivalry trope. I like henry for other reasons that are open ended. we are NOT the same. #btw not EVERYTHING is about kill the past. it feels so reductive to ONLY analyse suda's work as a connected series #because it implies each one can't stand on their own merits!! that's NOT good analysis!! his work can stand on their own individually! #*about the whole knight and british monarchy thing there are other knights in other countries but unfortunately we only #think about knights in a VERY british-centric way. just thought to bring that up. #no i wont make a video essay about any of this i value my anonymity. #no i won't apologise for waking up and choosing violence today

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Wine Night [Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 18+]

Summary: Steve and you always made time to meet once a week to drink and talk, but when problems at home cause you to become distracted Steve helps pull you back into reality

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Words: 4534

A/N: Who doesn't love a little Steve Harrington, I wanted this to be porn with plot, which it kind of gets to eventually, but all this angst just poured out of me. I wasn't 100% sure how to end it, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: drinking, infidelity, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it please] fingering, cussing, probably spelling and grammar mistakes as I didn't exactly edit this, I really just wanted it out. 18+ MINORS DNI

You watched the droplet of wine slip down back into the rounded bottom where only a few sips of the red liquid sat were left. You pulled your lips in between your teeth as a familiar warmth flooded your body. This had been your third glass and you were getting a bit tipsy. Sitting on the ground with your head resting on the couch behind you, you closed your eyes softly as your mind began to drift.

Your hands gripping your bedsheets, knuckles turning white as your breasts glided against the sheets stimulating your nipples. Your skin was covered in a layer of sweat, your breath was ragged as moans slipped past your lips, your hair pulled tight in the hand of your fiancé, the other gripped your hip tightly. “Fuck, Travis.” You groaned as he thrusted into you once more, you could barely keep your breathing straight as he pounded into you.

Things had always connected with you and Travis when you first met, some would joke that you were dating the male version of yourself. He’d always had the same interests as you, agreed on the same things as you.

But as years went on and the relationship was further established the passion faded, the long conversations deep in the middle of the night fell silent. It almost felt like he could barely look into your eyes anymore.

You had done your best to bring things back to life. The trips, the conversation topics, the passion in the bedroom. You had felt used to your core with him as he barely acknowledge the effort you were placing in the relationship. The last straining straw in your life came when in the middle of what you perceived was a rare thrilling night behind the doors of your bedroom was when he went soft as you crawled on top of him.

After the end of it he had left to finish some work downstairs and you were left with tears spilling against your pillow.

“Y/N?” Steves voice called out for you, you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Hm?” you hummed wondering if you had missed a piece of conversation.

It had become a ritual of you and Steve to drink together at least once a week in order to catch up. He has been your friend since elementary school, he had been by your side when your mother died and when your father began to heavily drink in mourning. You had been there for him when Nancy dumped him and whenever his basically non existing parents ignored him further just by simply being home. You had both been there for each other when everything with Hawkins and the Upside down had happened.

You spent endless nights on the phone with one another when the other couldn’t sleep, sometimes you’d even wake to find him asleep in his car outside your house. Whether you had asked for him to come, or him feeling unsafe in his giant house you never knew.

But the two of you were the closest things you had to siblings who understood everything you’ve gone through.

“I asked if you were okay.” He repeated, his eyes scanning your face to get some sort of read on you and what you were feeling. “Hm, I’m fine.” You muttered as you swallowed the last bit of wine, the cheapness of it burned your throat slightly. You moved to fill your cup further, but Steve reached forward to cover the rim of your glass. “Hey, slow down.” Concern filled his eyes. “Why, you’ve had more than me.” You argued as you pointed towards his empty glass.

Steve had finally moved out of his parent’s house, though he was now sharing an apartment with Robin you were sure he appreciated her company more than being alone at his childhood house, you had been there many nights, just the two of you. You always found it creepy, especially the large sliding glass doors looking out towards the pool. The pool Barb disappeared into.

You shook you head gently at the thought as you continued to stare at Steve, hand still holding the bottle of wine. “Yeah, well I have a better tolerance than you. I don’t want Travis blaming me for your god-awful hangover,” He joked as his fingers wrapped over the opening of the glass and moved it away from you placing it onto a side table behind him.

You flinched slightly at the name of your fiancé; you hoped it had gone as unnoticed by him. “Now” He started as he turned back from the table. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He locked eyes with you, his stare felt too intense causing you to break eye contact. “I told you, its nothing.”

“Hah!” Steve shouted causing you to jump in your spot, you quirked up an eyebrow. “But there is something.” You rolled your eyes at his ridiculousness. “Its Hawkins Steve, there’s always something.” You weren’t exactly lying; the town was filled with mystery and drama. Steve moved closer to you. “Stop trying to distract from the issue.” You cursed under your breath as your hope of going off topic to get him to drop it wasn’t working.

“What’s wrong, is it your dad?” You shook your head while pulling your knees up to your chest. “Your job?” You shook your head in response once more. “Y/N. You know I’m not a mind reader, but I will keep guessing till you tell me.” You let out a light laugh. “Guess you’ll have to keep guessing then.” You mumbled into your knees whilst watching him wrack his brain.

You knew most people wouldn’t guess your relationship was on the rocks, on the outside you and Travis looked like the picture-perfect couple, always coming to events together, being high school sweethearts, getting engaged while on a trip to Paris. No one could see your heart crumbling piece by piece every time his hand moved from yours when you tried to thread your fingers with his. Or the mediocre cheek kisses he pressed on you before going off to drink with his buddies.

“Shit.” Steve muttered. “Did I do something? Are you mad that Robin picked movie night last week?” He ran his hand through his hair, his easiest tell that he was worrying or nervous about something. A laugh burst through your lips. “Why would I be upset about that? Star Wars was an awesome watch.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Nerds.” He whispered before you shoved his shoulder.

“Okay, well, I’m all out of ideas here sweetheart.” Your heart strained at the nickname, something he’s been calling you since high school started, at first you cringed when he’d say it, but if he wasn’t calling you by your first name it was always sweetheart, something you’d listen for when you couldn’t find him in a crowd or you knew you were either in trouble or something serious was happening when he used your full name.

“You haven’t guessed everything.” You said as he moved closer to you, examining to way you were holding your body, he stayed studying you for a few moments. “Travis?” He finally asked, his voice low like he was telling you a secret, though you were both alone, Robin most likely out, spending another night with Vickie.

You looked down at your knees, you picked at a loose thread with your nails. “Maybe.” You grumbled wishing this conversation was about anything but this.

Steve closed his eyes letting out a breath like he was trying to calm himself, he closed his eyes before uttering another word. “Has he hurt you?” Your eyes widened as you watched his eyes open, an anger you have never seen on him before rested deep in his pupils. “No! No, Steve. Its not like that.” You reassured. “Things just aren’t perfect.” His shoulders dropped as he began to relax again.

“No relationship is perfect.” You rested your chin against your knees, you were well aware of this, but this was different. This was him pulling away from you every chance he got, this was you feeling like he was only going to marry you out of pity, this was you worried that you would never live a satisfying life ever again.

“I know, that’s why I said it was nothing.” You reply, your voice on the edge of breaking. “Woah, hey now.” Steve began to wrap you into his arms, your cheek resting against his chest, he couldn’t stand seeing you broken like this. “I didn’t say you didn’t have anything to be upset about.” Tears threatened your eyeline as you bit your tongue, you let out a bitter laugh. “With everything that’s happened in Hawkins it feels silly to complain about my relationship.” Steve pulled back a bit you watch you. “Its silly not to talk about issues like this, to live our lives like things are normal.” His response caught you off guard as a tear finally broke free from your eye and rolled down your cheek.

He was quick to lift his hand and swipe it away with his thumb. “Talk to me. Please.” He was practically begging; your mind had gone numb and quiet as you stared back up at him. “He doesn’t look at me anymore.” Your answer was hoarse as your mouth continued to sit open while watching Steves eyes flood with emotion over you.

He nodded, waiting for you to go on. “He doesn’t hold me anymore.” You continue, you were absolutely hypnotized under his stare. Your heart began to flutter, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling what you were as well. The atmosphere in the room had completely changed, its not like you had never noticed him, every girl had noticed him. Your memory of him kissing you quickly on the playground to shut you up after you slipped and skinned your knee on the asphalt ran through your head on a daily basis, but you always saw it as an innocent memory with a good friend, a time of being young and carefree.

But he also always make eye contact with you at every school dance, he’d mouth at you an ‘ow’ every time his date stepped on his feet or send you a thumbs up and a wide goofy smile as you’d dance with whatever current crush you had.

He pulled you into a tight embrace the day the two of you graduated, but as he pulled away you saw his expression change, like something was on his mind, like it was going to be the last time he’d have the chance. Travis was soon behind you lifting you up into the air and congratulating you causing you to shrieked and laugh in his arms.

Another tear fell from your eye as you took in a sharp breath and attempting to wet your mouth. He wiped it again causing you to close your eyes to his touch, the remaining tears spilling over and sliding down your face. You opened your eyes, wet and glassy. “He barely touches me at all anymore.” You finally finish your confessions. Steve nodded along to your words. “Well.” He started, or paused, you weren’t sure. “He’s an idiot.” You narrowed your eyes waiting for him to clarify. “How does he not see the most beautiful creature standing in front of him, prepared to marry him, prepared to spend the rest of her life with him.” Your face flushed and you swallowed hard as your mouth went dry yet again.

“Steve.” You uttered, surprising yourself with your own voice. His eyes finally broke away from yours and you were able to breath in and attempt to calm your thundering heart. “I don’t know Y/N, I think you deserve the world. After everything you’ve been though.” His voice was so low you almost couldn’t hear his final words. You blinked back tears once more as you watched him fight internally with himself. “Steve.” You said stronger this time, he raked his hand through his hair before turning back to face you. “Yeah?” He questioned, his eyes burning into yours. “Kiss me.”

His eyes instinctively flashed down to your lips before back to your eyes. “Sweetheart.” He hesitated. “You’ve been drinking.” He says dismissively, you placed a hand to rest against his chest. “Please, kiss me.” Your heartbeat was in your head, you felt like you’d suffocate without his touch. He closed his eyes needing a moment away from your gaze, his hand came up to cup your jaw, his fingers splayed across your neck as his thumb ran across your chin, his eyes opened, he was irreversibly closer to you.

Your eyes landed on his lips which were parted slightly, your mind went numb as they ghosted over yours, a whine slipped from your throat before he pressed them flush against your lips. You both let out sighs of relief at the feeling of the kiss, it was soft and full of emotion before you moved, you inched backwards ever so slightly to ground yourself as you deepened the kiss.

Steves hand on your neck tightened as you moved, your legs opening to wrap around his waist as you sat in his lap. Every moment, every memory you had with him clicking into place as his tongue swiped your bottom lip asking for permission, which you allowed, his tongue assaulting yours. Your hands slipped around his neck and into his hair, your mind was numb to every voice calling out and telling you how wrong this was.

But it was Steve, it had always been Steve. Every late-night call, every sleep over, every time his hand threaded into yours when you needed to run from dangers, every protective arm over you to shield you. Every time he cleared your eyes from tears after your father had thrown you out of the house. It had always been Steve.

You got frustrated at the thought, that you had never clearly seen him. You tugged at his hair earning a moan from him muffled by your lips hungrily attached to his. His hand fell from your neck down to your waist as he pulled you closer into him, his hands fluttered under your shirt, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your bare skin, you shivered onto him, you could feel him straining against his jeans as you did. You pulled back when you inevitably needed air, your forehead resting against his. “Sweetheart.” He mumbled, his lips swollen and red. You placed a hand against his cheek, it was hot to the touch. “Why didn’t you tell me” You whispered, your other hand sat on top of his while he still traced patterns into your skin, leaving burn marks with every touch.

“Don’t think I never tried.” He growled low before capturing your lips once more. “Don’t think I didn’t want this.” He muttered against your mouth; his hands wandered further till his hands were splayed against your ribs, you shuddered at the feeling causing him to tighten his grasp around your ribcage. “Steve.” You tried to say it with confidence but instead it came out as a whimper. “I never saw you clearly.” Your hands moved to his chest to grip his shirt. “Its my fault.” Steve shook his head as his lips moved down your jaw to your neck and shoulder, nipping at the curve in between. You gasped and ground down against him, his growing erection giving you the friction your core craved. “No, no. Don’t say that.” He protested while his mouth pressed kisses which hardened by the second. “Our lives haven’t exactly been easy.” He bit down on your shoulder causing you to yelp and jump, his tongue swiping across the bite mark to soothe it. You wanted to burst in tears, he was letting you off so easily, his touch so hungry for you.

His hands slid to your back, stopping at the clasp of your bra, his head moved back making eye contact with you, his eyes were lust filled, but something else swam within them, you tried to make out what is was, his voice interrupting your investigation. “Can I?” He whispered; your hand cupped his jaw as you felt his hands shaking on your bare back. “Yes.” You whispered back, you thumb dragged across his low lip. The touch of him alone was making you spiral; you couldn’t believe you had never touched him like this before. His fingers moved swiftly unclasping your bra. You peeled your shirt off when you felt the straps slid down your arms, you shook it off before tossing it beside you and Steve.

He groaned at the sight of your bare torse, his hands sliding forward to massage at your breasts. “Damn.” He uttered before diving forward to your mouth, his kiss getting heavier as his thumbs swiped across your hardening nipples. The spine-tingling feeling shot down to your core as he continued to roll your nipples in between his fingers, a moan cracked from your chest, louder than the others. “God, you make such pretty noises.” Steve growled against your lips.

Your own hands made their way to the edge of his shirt, tugging it slightly then running your hands up underneath it, feeling the hair and muscles littering his torso. He moved back pulling away from your lips allowing you to bring it up over his arms and tossed along with your clothes. You rested your hand on his chest, warm to the touch. When your hands fell down towards his jeans and over his belt his hand come to stop you. “Y/N.” He forced his other hand back to your face. “Maybe we should stop, we’ve already crossed so many boarders.” One of your hands moved to his neck whilst the other dug into the leather of his belt. He was right, of course he was right, but God how you wanted to feel him, to feel good, to make him feel good. You took in a shaky breath as you stared at him.

The hand resting on his belt moved to palm at his erection, he groaned dropping his head forward, watching your small hand move against his jeans. “Let me make you feel good Steve.” You purred, not wanting to fight him on the logical side of all of this. His hand released yours as you pressed into him with your fingers. “Fuck, Y/N” He grit his teeth as he fell into the temptation with you, his fingers threaded into your hair and he pulled your head against him, your kiss deep, teeth clashing and biting, allowing you to move to his belt, sliding it undone carefully.

“Wrap your legs around me.” He instructed, as you did so he lifted from his spot and moved to place you on the plush carpet beneath you, once he laid you down you, he grabbed a throw pillow from the couch placing it under your head. The two of you began to undo each others’ buttons, Steve moving faster than you tapped your hip, you arched your back off the ground lifting you hips enough to slide your jeans down your legs and thrown behind him. You attempted to do the same, but Steves wet kisses against your neck had you choking on air, his warm hand wandered from you neck to your breast, his thumb grazed carefully over your nipple once more before sliding down to your stomach. You bucked your hips at the feeling of his fingers playing with the hem of your panties. It had been so long since someone had touched you down there, you have done it yourself, but the thrill of someone else’s graze felt so new to you.

“So sensitive.” His words were gentle, his eyes finding yours. Embarrassment flushed through your cheeks. “I-it’s been a while.” You confessed as his fingers dipped underneath your panties cause you to gasp. “I’ll take care of you.” He stated. “I promise.” He placed a soft kiss against your cheek, your eyes closed at the sensation. His fingers trailed lower till they swiped through the wetness of your aching pussy, you heard the low growl come from his chest as his finger slid up against your clit, your moan was loud against the walls of his apartment, you wanted to be embarrassed, but the way Steve reacted to your noise told you otherwise.

A single finger poked at your entrance before sliding into you slowly, you wiggled under the pressure of his digit, Steve simply watched you as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands were attempting to grip at the carpet. Another finger soon joined the first your back arched off the ground as he curled them, hitting a heavenly spot you hadn’t felt in years. “S-Steve.” You trembled. “’M not going to last much longer.” Your chest was heaving, your nipples were stimulated by the cold air in the room, everything was bringing you close to your release. “Its okay.” He moved to suckle at on one of your nipples. “I’ve got you.” He encouraged, his thumb coming to press against your clit. Your eyes shut tight as your hand flew up to grip Steves arm next to you, his name came tumbling off your lips multiple times before the wave crashed over your body, your cunt clenching around his fingers, you shook violently under his touch, pleasure flowed through your veins and your lungs emptied as your jaw clenched.

He moved to press his lips against your softly as you rode out your high, his fingers moving the hair on your face behind your ear. “God you’re gorgeous.” He admitted against your lips, “Let me feel you.” You whispered, going to finished unzipping his jeans, he allowed it, watching you once more. With them undone he sat up on his knees and pulled them down before shaking out of them, his boxers came next as his cock sprung from its confinement bouncing off his stomach.

You knew he was above average, every girl you had come across had whispered it in your ear in passing. But it wasn’t what you were staring at, you were in awe of Steve all together. He slotted himself in between your legs, pressing kisses into your neck and shoulder once more, your hand fluttered down to his cock as you began to pump him. He groaned and pressed his head deeper into your hot skin. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to last.” He huffed, his voice broken by moans and light nipping. You slid your hand to the base of his cock before pulling away.

His head lifted from the crook of your neck, his lips capturing yours once more, it was longing as his hand tangled into your hair, the two of you almost forgot you were naked on his living room floor as he pulled you closer into his lips. When you both had to pull away for breaths his brown eyes glued to yours, you caught your breath and let your finger flit across his cheek, playing with the loose strand of hair across his forehead before pushing it back. “I love you.” You confessed as your gaze stayed on his eyes. “I love you, and I should have said it sooner.” You gasp as tears brimmed your eyes. “This isn’t some sex filled daze Steve.” You paused as you tried to read his expression. “I love you.” You enunciated each word. Steves eyes filled with care and concern while he thumbed away the growing tears under your eyes. “I love you too.” He smiled; his eyes glittered with adoration before he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips. “Fuck, I love you”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as his tip pressed against your soaked entrance. He slowly slid into you, both of you groaned to each other, his thick cock moving against your gummy walls. “You’re tight.” He was gritting his teeth attempting to hold back urge to thrust all the way into you. Your head fell back as he continued to inch inside of you, your eyes rolled back when he bottomed out. “Jesus, shit, you feel so fucking good sweetheart.” He hissed; you took in heavy breaths as your body relaxed around his large size.

“M-move, I need you to move.” All Steve could do was hum as he pulled back at a tantalizing pace, his whole cock coming to fill you up once more as the thrust forward. You could feel the stagger of his hips as he moved, trying to keep himself together at the feeling of you around him. “Steve.” You gasped as he did it once more. “Faster, please god, faster.” You begged; his hands gripped at your waist as his thrusts sped up. The feeling of every inch of him was getting you drunk, your mind was buzzing.

Steve pressed sloppy kisses around your face, “You’re doing so good sweetheart.” He praised; your hips began to meet his thrusts as the coil in your stomach began to tighten. The way he held you close to him had your body shaking, you hadn’t felt this close to someone in so long. “I love you Y/N, god I’ve loved you for so long.” He breathed as his head self into your shoulder. “I love you; I love you.” He repeated as his hips snapped into you harder. His tip was pressing into your spongy spot you released a loud moan into his ear, your hands gripping his back to keep in on you.

“S-Steve.” You stuttered, “Please god, I’m so close.” He growled deeply, his hand flew in between you, his thumb quickly coming to circle your clit. “Cum on my cock baby, I want to feel every second of it.” His tongue dragged across your flesh. Tears filled your eyes, his thumb pressing into your sensitive nub, his nose dug into your shoulder blade, you body shook against him as the pleasure snapped, your pussy milked his cock as hit held and released him. “Oh god.” You screamed his name as you came undone. His thrusts got slopier at the feeling of you cumming against him. “Fuck Y/N, I’m going to cum.” Your breaths were raspy. “Cum inside me Steve, please, I need you to cum in me.” Your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. Steve moaned to your begging, you felt his cock twitch inside you, his white cum coating your walls. You relished in the feeling of him filling you.

As the two of you rode out your highs your heart swelled, you pulled his head from your neck up to your eyes. His chocolate orbs scanned your whole face, you could see the love swirling in them. He moved to pull out of you, your winced slightly as he did, but he was quick to pull you into his arms, he pressed a soft kiss to your head as your bodies relaxed.

“Be with me.” Steve whispered against your hair, his fingers threading into yours, you moved to kiss your connected hands. “I am yours.” You confirmed. “I will always be yours.”

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