#god i miss feeling the way I did when that trailer first came out I lit ascended listening to it

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life in the ruins botw trailer my beloved u will always b famous to me

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 — 🥂

𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒙 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. unprotected sex, mutual feelings, mutual pinning, public sex, kissing, etc.

divider by the talented @anitalenia 🎀

𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

This was your first official movie. You’ve been filming for it non stop, the scenes needed to be redone and you just couldn’t keep up anymore. The stress has gotten to you, and you needed to rewind. Hugh has been nothing but supportive, always praising how good of a job you did on the day and how proud he was of you. Today… it’s been different. It’s been only you and hugh and the filming crew. It was a bathroom scene where your character has been crying and Hugh’s character as your ‘boyfriend’ he was going to come in and comfort you. Hugh improvised on the scene, offering that the characters could get closer. The script originally said that the intimate parts should’ve happened at the beginning of the movie but you two changed it a little bit. As your character started to break down in the bathroom, your official feelings and emotions came to the surface and those tears which streamed down your cheeks were not only because of the camera in your face. It was real… you needed a break from the shooting. Crying out loud, heavily you wiped your tears away letting the tap run so the water could cover up your sobbing. The director was so happy with your acting that he even showed you thumbs up— you saw that in the mirror in front of you but you didn’t care. Hugh’s character entered the bathroom shortly and his strong arms coiled around you– you couldn’t help but that hug was needed. You were saying your scripted lines looking at each other in the mirror as he wiped your tears away with his thumb, the look on your face softened and you couldn’t lie. The hug felt like heaven.. the way his towering body brought you close and held you from behind meant everything. God knew you needed the hug so much. Suddenly he turned you to face him, cupped your cheeks and his mouth was on yours. The kiss was nothing but consuming your very soul. You moaned into the kiss cupping his face in your hands not caring you were in front of the rolling camera. Hugh’s tongue slipped past your lips, and you accepted it and it was like you forgot everything around you. When the director shouted ‘cut’ you pulled away and you could see the longing gaze on Hugh’s face. Your gazes lingered a moment more before breaking away and this time you both didn’t burst into laughter. You both separated away from each other, part of you already missed him but you needed a real break. So you spoke to your boss and he gave you a day off. You quickly grabbed your stuff and sped off to your trailer to change and leave the set. Your manager booked you a room in the city in the sunset plaza, and you informed your girlfriends about a night out. You were applying makeup after shower when a knock on your trailer distracted you.

“Yeah? Come in!” You called still turned around guessing it’s your stylist but you didn’t tell her about your day off. “You leaving?” Hugh’s voice surprised you, he never stepped in your trailer in 8 weeks of shooting. Now he was here?

“Yeah, I’m just going out with my girlfriends. How about you? It’s our day off.” You smiled applying a light blush to your cheeks and crossing your legs. You were still in your pink robe, and part of your thigh revealed making hugh told his head and moisten his lips. “I- well, I was just going to tell you that.. I really loved your scene today. It’s, phenomenal. You nailed it, kid.” You chuckled. “Thanks, I can say the same about you. Our characters look great together” you nodded. “Who’s joining you again?” He asked again innocently observing the way you applied your lipstick. Your dress hung on your wardrobe, it was a small dress and matching stilettos. “My girlfriends.” You smiled noticing the look on his face you almost found it too cute. “Wearing that?” He arched a brow. You scoffed “Yes Sir, that. Don’t you like it?” He nodded “I do– it’s just.. it’s almost see through. And it’s short. Oh what the fuck am I saying– have a good time” he sighed getting out of your trailer almost annoyed with himself. “Hugh wait!” You called but he was long gone. You sighed heavily taking your phone, it was almost time to leave and your limo was waiting.

The night was a progress. You drank champagne, flirted with handsome men and had a good time. Your girlfriends were nothing but happy for you and your new upcoming movie so it deserved to be celebrated. You tried having a good time, you tried not to think about Hugh but it was almost impossible. The look on his face was almost disappointed when you told him you were going out. You’ve spend so much time together lately and you missed him. You became great friends, close friends. Right now he was nowhere to be seen, and you couldn’t help but think of him. “You owe me a dance.” A handsome man approached your vip section offering you his hand and you gladly accepted it, the music blasted and the bar quickly became overfilled with people after midnight. You drunk away your worries on a third glass of champagne. You danced, closing your eyes biting your lips when the man hand his hands all over your body feeling the stress leaving your body.

He was nothing but worried about you, he wanted to know where you went so he dressed and left. He couldn’t help it, he fell hard. After all of those years– he felt desire, want, real feelings to someone and it was you. It wasn’t just your friendship and the amounts of times you two spend together filming and hanging out. It was the way you both shared a meal from one plate, your late night walks and your shopping together, you attending stuff together. Even simple things like going to gym together. The shape of you caused his heart to pound faster, your smile, your pouts, your talent. That pulled him in. He wanted you so badly. But what he found.. was not to his liking at all. Standing in the doorway, he saw you on the dance floor grinding yourself against a certain man who had his hands on your waist tearing anger in Hugh’s chest. He snapped. He didn’t have to drink at all, he saw what you were after. “Fuck..” he sighed pushing past the grinding bodies to get to you. He yanked you by your arm away from the crowd, to the bathrooms. “What the fuck!” You groaned narrowing your eyes at him. “What are you doing?!” You adjusted your dress. “Saving you.” His nostrils flared as he gazed at you certainly annoyed. “You were getting into a situation there and I fucking saved you.” He added breathless locking the door on the bathroom. “What?! What situation! I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want.” You shot back angrily. “You can’t. Not like this.” He whispered under his breath “you gonna take your fucking things, I’m taking you away from here.” You scoffed crossing your arms. “I fucking won’t.” He arched a brow. “Excuse me?” You nodded “you heard me. You’re not my father. You’re just someone who I work with.” You boldly answered looking away. You then noticed what he wore, he wore a suit. Black dress pants with a white dress shirt. Fuck.. he had no idea how much you wanted him. Your pussy pulsated, hidden in your panties. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, his strong cologne hit you in your face. He let out a laugh “Excuse me the fuck.” You shook your head “What do you want?” Sighing backing yourself against the wall. His hands momentarily caged you in, he was giving you that look again. “I thought of you all day..” he whispered kissing your forehead. Even with your high heels on you were exactly to his chest. “Seeing him touch your body like that, I fucking lost it” he admitted breathing in your sweet scent. “Hugh..” you whispered your walls melting away slowly as he scooped you to his arms leaning down only to seek your lips. You kissed, no— you were not that drunk to dream this. It was happening. Your friend.. he was kissing you without cameras around. “Can’t stop thinking about you” you breathed on his lips letting him kiss your cheek, your jawline slowly biting the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You arms swung around his neck and you willingly grinded your pussy against his thigh. Hugh groaned grabbing your thigh. “Can’t forget your behaviour princess..” whispering softly on your ear you moaned running your fingers over his bearded cheeks kissing his lips tenderly. “Can’t be friends with you” you sighed “You know my answer to that..” he huskily replied groping your butt in his large hand. Where did the goofy man disappear? Who was this, making you feel this way. He was someone completely different- man driven by lust and love.

Three more kisses later he held you over the sinks and pounded into you. Eyes locked on yours in the mirror watching the fucked out expression “Couldn’t look at your slutty dress anymore..” he breathed holding your shoulder as he thrusts in and out of your slick heat. “You looked so fucking hot on the dance floor and here you’re, too fucked out on my cock.” You bit your lip eyes watering when his thrusts sped up, the squelching and claps of your bodies working as one could be heard in the empty bathroom. Your fingers grew white as you gripped the sinks watching him as he pounds you “wanted you, wanted you the moment we kissed in the bathroom” you whined pushing back against his groin fucking your self on his cock before he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you up. His arms snaked around your front as he started to pound you even faster “yeah? Now you got me sweetheart.” A breathless smile appeared on his face as he nuzzled your hair groping your bouncing breasts in his hands groaning and moaning under his breath “fuck.. you gonna cum sweetie? Lookatcha all whiny being filled with cock has you ruined” you reached behind to touching his pumping hips feeling his cock twitch in you and you let out a heavy cry “yess.. fuck.. yes..” biting your lower lip as your pussy pulsed and milked his cock, tipping him over the edge he snapped his hips twice and trice– before cumming unloading in you. His hand locked around your neck tilting your face towards him to kiss you with a smile “you’re good to do princess.. my limo. Not yours.” You smiled sated, kissing him back with a little tongue “I’d love to.”

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie hated the idea of it, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed to help them. He cut the rope and ran outside to buy them more time, ignoring Dustin's screams. Just as he ran out there, he saw a light coming towards him. It was running at him. He realized it was Steve, holding a flaming torch above his head. When got to the trailer, he slammed the torch into the ground.

"I knew you were going to do something stupid," Steve said.

He walked over to him, kneeling at his stomach and tossed Eddie over his shoulder like a bag of flour. Eddie shrieked, but he wasn't going to complain about the view. Eddie looked up awkwardly as Steve started to walk into the trailer.

"Steve! The bats are dying!" Eddie yelled.

"See? You didn't have to do anything," Steve said.

Once he he walked in, he set Eddie on the ground but kept a hand firmly on him.

"What about Robin and Nancy?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, me and Robin are telepathically connected," Steve replied. "Yeah, they're on their way back."

"What?! How are you - ?!"

"Russians," Steve explained as he started to tie the rope back together.

"Yes, because that explains everything," Eddie said sarcastically.

"Get your ass back through the gate," Steve told him, his hands on his hips.

Eddie's cheeks turned red. Damn it. He liked that. He swallowed and climbed through the fate where Dustin was waiting for him with his arms crossed.

"You scared the shit out of me," Dustin said.

Steve climbed back through the gate, landing safely on the other side. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at Eddie and ready to give him a talking to.

"Sit," Steve said, pointing towards the couch.

"Yes, Daddy," Eddie said, not missing the way Steve’s eyes darkened.

"Eddie! That's not how you use that sarcastic remark like that. It's 'yes, dad'," Dustin scoffed. "Daddy is what three year olds say."

"My bad," Eddie smirked.

"Your room now!" Steve exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You are in so much trouble," Dustin laughed.

Steve pushed Eddie into his room and slammed the door behind them.

"So, how did you know that I would do that?" Eddie asked.

"Because it's what I would have done. It's what I did. The first time I got involved, I ran, but then I turned back and faced down a full-grown demogorgon. Later, I used myself as bait to protect the kids. The point is that I did all that because I felt guilty about Barb, and I know that's probably what you must be feeling. I mean, I know that it wasn't my fault and that I have nothing to prove. Eddie, it wasn't your fault what happened to Chrissy, and you have nothing to prove to anyone," Steve said softly.

Eddie smiled at him, his eyes soft and his cheeks pink. He raised his hands and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumbs across his cheekbones. Eddie kissed him softly. Eddie froze when he didn't feel him kiss back, and he thought that he screwed up for a moment. Steve slid his arms around him and started kissing him back, deepening the kiss. Eddie grinned when Steve slipped his tongue into his mouth. Eddie broke the kiss.

"Guess you really liked it when I called you Daddy?" Eddie whispered in his ear.

"Shut up," he hissed.

When they finally came out of Eddie's room, their hair was messed up and their lips were swollen.

"Oh, man, your face looks so red, Eddie. Steve must have chewed you out really good," Dustin laughed.

"Oh, yeah, he gave me a good tongue lashing," Eddie grinned.

"Seriously?" Steve asked.

Suddenly, Robin and Nancy were falling through the roof, the gate closing behind them.

"Hey, I don't appreciate the pornographic images you put in my head, Steven," Robin said. "Think about the ladies when I put up my shields!"

"Pornographic images? When would he have - " Dustin said, and then his eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god!"

[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners

alrighty so ya gurl had a dream about eddie last night and here i am trying to use that to base the following something off of.

part 2 | masterlist

cw/tw: eddie munson being a slightly touchy precious bean. a slight bit of angst. feeling left out/mentions of feeling unwanted if you squint. otherwise, none that i could think of, just my silly brain fluff. if you find something else, please let me know yaaa. no mentions of y/n.

summary: you're going on a high school field trip with your friends. and thankfully, a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

side note: this is literally the first fic thing i've written in literal YEARS (also in English) and first ever time writing for Eddie, so bare with me here, i've gotten quite rusty i guess so i truly apologise if it's rather bad. don't mind me and please reblog/leave me comments if you did enjoy this pure fluff something!

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It was the sunniest May morning the town of Hawkins had ever seen. The bluest sky above the forests and fields, downtown, the infamous trailer park and the parking lot of Hawkins High.

You sighed as you placed your car in parking mode before opening the door and sliding out, just so you could grab your belongings - a rather big bag filled with all sorts of items that you were certain you were going to need for surviving the next week - out from the backseat.

A field trip with students with an age range from bloody twelve to the wise years of nineteen, well, twenty to be specific, was on your agenda in the almost last month of your last year of high school, and thankfully you were not gonna be stuck in some forest next to Lake Superior alone by yourself.

Being forced to exist around screaming twelve year olds who were about to enter puberty was your least favourite part of the whole expedition, which made the presence of your group of best friends so much more valuable.

There was one person whose attendance you'd specifically been hoping for. And yes, of course you and your friends had been talking about the trip months ago so it would be clear who would join in the fun, but with Eddie's tendency to be flaky when it came to decisions like this, one could never be fully sure.

I mean yeah, certainly you were looking forward to spending this week by the lakeside with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the younger kids in freshmen year, but nothing could make the thought of being stuck with a group of middle schoolers and teachers more bearable than being stuck there with the one guy who you - to put it frankly - had a thing for.

You couldn't really say that you were as close with him as you were with Steve or Robin, you never really spent time with him outside of the group hangouts. But that didn't mean that there was any weird distance between the two of you when the lucky occasion of hanging out did come around.

Eddie Munson was a metalhead. Through and through. Tough exterior, soft baby cow personality but could turn stone cold when necessary. When people tried to shame him for being different, for example.

You were also very certain that his love language was touch, based on the times he would throw his arm around you when casually walking you to your next class or the way he would playfully wrestle Dustin or Lucas in the cafeteria during lunch break to show he didn't hate them.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!"

Max had spotted you in line and apparently didn't feel too much guilt for cutting it just so she could hop on the bus together with you.

You mumbled the same thing back to her, wondering if you were the first or last ones of your party to go through Miss Kelley's check-in.

She greeted the both of you with a toothy smile before she turned her focus onto the sheet with students' names. Your eyes wandered over the rows of seat pairs, and since you had arrived at the parking lot, let's say not late but also not early either, most of them were already filled with loudly chatting kids.

"Hopefully the others saved us a seat", you heard Max say from in front of you. Unlike you, she already had a pre-determined seat buddy. "Oh please, it's obvious that Sinclair kept one for you", you quipped back, silently hoping you could potentially be sitting next to Steve or at least Robin.

And even if Eddie was going to join you, he'd probably be sitting with Chrissy. Or Gareth.

"That might be true, but I'm sure you'll be just fine with where you'll end up."

Max stepped further into the bus after she gave you a wink and a slight grin.

Did she know more than you?

Good boy Steve was rather easy for you to spot. With that amount of hair peeking out above the sea of headrests? No wonder. In fact, most of your friends were already seated further in the back of the one-story bus.

A slight hint of disappointment clouded your brain at the sight of Steve and Robin sharing a seat pair, with Nancy and Jonathan right behind them. Your fear of being the one left out and behind was creeping out from the back of your mind, acting up.

People had always been kind enough to endure you, but no one ever really chose you. Or at least made you feel like you belonged.

Lucas indeed had the seat next to him reserved for Max, to where she continued her strut down the aisle to plop down, while Dustin and Will had agreed to share theirs.

Surprising they made it out of bed this early.

You took a few more steps towards the back of the bus. A wide grinned Erica was seated amongst her friends in the center of the very back row, your eyes scanning the seats until they landed on the wild dark mane of a certain metalhead, who was occupying the pair of seats right behind the stairs down to the back door.

He was practically lying in the window seat. Head resting against the glass, staring out to observe the students who hadn't set foot onto the bus yet. Parents who were lecturing their kids one last time before letting them go.

Was he daydreaming? What could possibly be going on in that pretty head of his?

Your heart jumped and your stomach fluttered when he shifted his gaze to the aisle where you were standing. The widest smile spread over his face at the sight of you, and you hated to admit to yourself that it did not leave you unaffected.

The seat next to him was empty.

It took Eddie a few seconds to remember what his initial plan was. As if something in his brain clicked, as if a bolt of lightning had hit him, he straightened himself and got up.

"Uh hi there. I, uh, kept you a seat if, uh, in case you'd like to sit with me."

Eddie the freak Munson. Had thought of and would be willing to sharing seats for a 10 hour bus ride. With you, of all people?

In the light of the sunlight flooded bus, you could see his cheeks adjusting to the colour of your own. Flushed pink.

And you just couldn't help the wide grin that was pulling at the corners of your mouth.

Now both of you were standing in the aisle facing each other.

"I would love to, Munson."

Quickly you took out the essentials for the journey from your bag: headphones and your walkman, your tape collection that you wouldn't leave the house without, a novel, some water and a tote bag with your carefully selected snacks.

Eddie waited patiently for you to get comfortable, standing there in the aisle in his signature leather jacket and denim dio vest, while leaning against the backrest of his own seat, watching your every move.

Once you swung yourself around into your seat, Eddie plopped down next to you with an equally wide grin plastered across his face while pointing his ringed index finger at the snack bag.

"You know, you're gonna have to share those with me."

You turned your head around to face him, eyebrow raised.

His chocolate brown doe eyes were so so softly looking at you. If you didn't know better they'd melt you on the spot.

"Oh really, do I?"

"Yeah, it's the unspoken yet official law of seat partners, sweetheart."

You chuckled at his silliness and the pet name, the nervousness which you had gotten from the thought of him very obviously thinking of you when it came to the decision of who to sit next to, all gone.

He wanted to be physically close to you.

He wanted to spend that time on the bus around you.

He chose you.

After Steve, Robin and all the others from your group had acknowledged your presence as well with genuine smiles, and the last few kids had found their seats, it was time to leave Hawkins.

The bus hit the highway towards Chicago pretty soon after departure.

Eddie let you sit in the window seat, which eventually led to him conveniently using your shoulder as a pillow. And no, you didn't mind the weight. It was Eddie.

Hell, you were having a hard time keeping yourself from wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

"Does this also fall under the law of seat partners?", you asked curiously, placing a hand on Eddie's head and slightly scratching his scalp.

The only thing you got in return was a satisfied, sleepy "mhm" and a squeeze and rub of his warm hand over your thigh, but it was enough for your mind to drift off, wondering which other of Eddie's love languages and further details of his ridiculous seat partner law you'd come to discover on this trip.

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tagged: my beloved ellen @josephfakingquinn <3

[mercurysnotes]

Mixtape | No One Like You

Eddie Munson x reader

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[confession] [seeing eddie at a show and you’re in the audience] [you are invited to his trailer cause his uncle was out] [play fighting] [he gives u a mixtape] [silly lil oneshot..with a small bonus] [if i missed a tag lemme know~] [not pre read]

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The bar smelled of old carpet and cigars that were smushed into the ground. Dim lights would only illuminate the stage as it bounced from the chairs and tables. Rummaging through my bag I pulled out my fake ID card praying they wouldn’t question it. Eddie walked towards the bouncer, placing his hand on their shoulder and said “They’re with me...” and gave me a quick wink. My face flushed as I lowered my head passing the bouncer who never let their eyes off me.

“Thanks...” I said to Eddie as he was now a bit further up with his back towards me.

“No problem. I gotta get ready now, see you after.” He said shooting corny fingers guns leaving as fast as he came. I weaved around the chairs to find table that was close enough to the stage but wasn’t so obviously close enough for him to notice me quickly. As the set began, the lights slightly dimmed for an even more dramatic start.

I could feel the beat of the drums through the chipped worn-out floorboards. The strums of the guitars flowing through my veins as I couldn’t help but slightly head bang along with Eddie. Corroded Coffin was playing a song from Megadeth, yet I couldn’t put my finger on the exact song.

Eddie and I have been friends for little over half a year. We met by him asking me to join his new DnD campaign. I didn’t know anything about stuff like that, I guess I was the type to look the part. Just wearing a different band t-shirt and jeans almost every day. Yet, something about it made Eddie come to me that day and ever since we’ve been inseparable.

Back on the set, I could see the way Eddie and his other band mate, Gareth, were shredding with all their might. The way the beads of sweat glistened down their faces as their passion continued to shine.

“You take a mortal man and put him in control.”

“And watch him a God, watch people’s head a roll.”

They sang as I couldn’t bring my eyes to tear away from Eddie when he grabbed the

microphone. A little after the song had concluded, Eddie and his bandmates would finish their act with a different song they haven’t performed yet. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Since it felt as though it was such an exclusive moment to be shared with you and the other patrons of the bar.

After the finale song, Eddie was out back taking a quick smoke break as I decided to wait for him to get back. Seeing the other bandmates come out first I went to them to compliment them all on their performances.

               “Thanks for coming out!” Jeff says with a toothy smile as he looked around at the other members so they could agree. I said of course and asked if Eddie was going to come out soon. They just said that it shouldn’t be long. The rest of the band went to the bar, and I couldn’t help but sit at the same table I watched the show, softly doodling on a napkin with a spear pen I found in my jean jacket.

               “Hey there, sweetheart” Eddie said, and I quickly shot my head up with a large smile. “Oh, Eddie you were so good!!! And I don’t just say that cause you’re my friend.” I said with a smirk leaning and poking his chest. “Yeah yeah, I know, thanks for coming out. Seriously.” he said with his toothy grin and eyes morphing into being more sincere. All I did was teasingly humph and walk over to join his bandmates to grab a drink. Eddie couldn’t help but follow behind like a lost puppy.

✧.*

After a few drinks and a lot of laughs, the band decided it was best to call it a night. Luckily, they all managed to make it home safely and Eddie turned his head to me.

               “So..how you are getting home?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head making the lose crazy curls softly land on his face. “Well...I was probably just gonna walk home like how I got here...it’s not too far..” I started leaning back onto the bar counter taking in the calm energy.

“Why don’t you come and hang with me for a bit at my trailer..my uncles not home so it’s not too much of a burden..unless you don’t want to of course-” He said with a soft tone almost as if he was nervous I would reject his offer. “Sure.” I said so fast it cut off the end of his sentence. All he did was smile and get up to grab his things. I happily followed him and made my way to his van.

               A short drive after we made it to the trailer park that Eddie lived in and pulled into his driveway. I tried to get out before Eddie quickly yelled, ‘Nope don’t move’ and he made his way to my side of the van and dramatically opened the door saying ‘Malady’. I could only giggle in response with a medieval time accent ‘thank you kind sir’ taking his hand and stepping down.

               Eddie opened the door and throw his jean jacket on the couch and said, “Make yourself at home!” and continued to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Is all you drink, beer?” I said with another teasing tone that hasn’t seemed to leave since I first saw him again after his gig. “Is all you do, being a nerd?” He said thinking that would affect me only making me hysterically laugh. “That couldn’t be even more ironic coming from you” I said between gasping for air between my chuckles. “Ha. Ha” Eddie said rolling his eyes taking his first sip.

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Some more time has passed leaving it to be around 12 in the morning. Not feeling tired I asked Eddie if he’d want to just watch a movie until we fell asleep. He agreed and plopped a movie in and grabbed blankets and pillows, throwing one to my head. “Oops” he said with a devilish grin, and I pouted grabbing the pillow throwing it back hitting him. “Oh, it’s so on!” I squealed and lunged at him with a spear pillow that he brough over. We continued to wrestle, hitting each other back and forth. I then grabbed a spear blanket trying to wrap him up with no use. Somehow as we were both panting from the lack of stopping, I found myself straddling him on the ground holding a pillow above my head ready to strike. As realization sets, I quickly got up apologizing.

               “Oh, jeez sorry didn’t mean to get so caught up in it...” I said slightly flushed hair now all messed up trying to brush it down with my hand, not making as much eye contact. Eddie only sat up from the ground propping himself with his hands and looked at me with starry eyes. “Nah, don’t apologize I started it...self-defense” he said with that stupid toothy grin again holding his hand up mimicking the scouts honor salute. I rolled my eyes and pulled my head back falling onto my back. I started to giggle as my hands went to cover my face. We were both still on the floor, me lying on my back and Eddie’s legs crossed watching my laugh. As I continued to laugh, Eddie seemingly got up and made his way to his room. I noticed and turned my head from the ground and watched him leave the room.

               “Where you goin’??” I shouted slightly so he heard from the other room. “I just remembered something!!” He replied with the same volume and finally made his way out with something in his hand. I finally propped myself up sitting cross-legged and watched Eddie sit back down the same manner. “So, uh...I just thought I’d give this to you now before I forgot again...” He said just plopping it in my hands with no second thought.

               “Think of it like an early…birthday gift.” He continued and fidgeted with his metal rings. “Oh..thank you Ed you really didn’t have too.” I said, looking up at him and taking his hand in mine. A moment passed of me holding his hand and I quickly took it back fearful of what he thought and began to examine the gift. It seemed to be a mixtape that said ‘Love’ and nothing else. I couldn’t help but tilt my head in confusion asking why the title said love.

Eddie bashfully looked around trying to find and answer scratching the back of his neck nervously. “How about I take you to my room to listen to it...I have a Walkman and headphones, I’ll let you listen in there...” He said almost frantically grabbing my wrist, dragging me to his room. As if in a quick secession, I was sitting alone on Eddie’s bed, with the said headphones and Walkman playing Eddie’s ‘Love’ mixtape. The first song that started to play was, “No One Like You” from Scorpions. Which was the first song Eddie introduced me to since I asked him if I were a song, what would it be.

That’s strange, why would this be the first song to a mixtape named Love for me, for my birthday.

“There’s no one like you, I can’t wait for the nights with you.”

“I imagine the things we do.”

“I just wanna be loved by you.”

I blinked. I continued to listen carefully, trying to understand and comprehend the lyrics as best I could. Does this mean what I think it means. I had to listen to the rest of the playlist. Was he showing me all the romantic rock songs cause he’d think I’d like it? So many thoughts were running through my head and before I could continue to spiral, Eddie opened the door to check in on me.                “So...what did you think...?” He said still fidgeting with his silver rings. I looked up to see him make his way to the bed, taking a seat. “I did like it...I’m just wondering why you added ‘No One Like You’ by the Scorpions knowing that I already have their song taped?” I said confused and Eddie just chuckles from the question.

“Why am I not surprised for how oblivious you are” he said holding his stomach with more of his giggles leaving his mouth. “Huh??” I questioned even more confused.

“Did you listen to the lyrics?” He said and I just nodded. “Well, hell, it’s how I feel about you, dork.” He said with an even larger toothy grin than he has ever had before. My body froze, blinking ever so slightly and my blood rushed towards my cheeks. Eddie only sat patiently and silently waiting for a response watching the way my eyes darted with thoughts and memories playing behind my eyes.

Finally looking up stars in my eyes and slow grin rising on my face. I lunged to Eddie, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, giving him a huge hug. I felt the way Eddies chest moved as he giggled from the contact, and I continued to lay on his chest with my arms tightly hanging on.

“Oh Eddie..I’ve felt the same way since you first spoke to me!” I whispered into his shoulder burring my face into his hair taking in his wooden cologne. His hands were lightly resting on each side of my waist.

He finally propped himself up making me somehow manage to find my way sitting on his thigh and continued to snuggle into his shoulder. “Is it...alright if I kissed you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly placing his calloused fingers on my chin, bring it up to make eye contact with him. “Yes...” I said leaning into his lips and our lips synced with one another.

Bonus:

               After the sweet confession, Eddie promised me on a date to go to the aquarium that was just a couple miles away since I’ve been begging to see it with someone. I couldn’t have been more ecstatic, and we went back to the living room to continue watching the movie as his large hands wrapped around my body snuggling in my soft body. Slowly after falling asleep together on the couch.

[hxneyfarm]

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 💕💕

hhhh i love this prompt thank you so much <33 prompts from this post.

Y'know that thing people always say? About how absence makes the heart grow fonder? Yeah. Eddie gets it now.

It's been five months since Robin whisked Steve away to Chicago so she'd have someone close while she's in college, and if Eddie thought he had it bad for Steve while he was right there at his side all summer long, it's got nothin' on how bad he's got it now. Steve calls him every other Saturday, and Eddie watches the phone all fuckin' day waiting for the damn thing to ring.

It's not like they don't see each other. Steve came home with Robin over Christmas, and he spent most of his time here at the trailer with Eddie. They're not a thing, not really. They're touchy and affectionate with each other, but they always have been. That's no different than it was the summer they spent in each other's orbit, never too far out of arm's reach from one another.

But they're not a thing, because Eddie's too much of a coward to risk their friendship by confessing his feelings when there's a very real chance he's being fucking delusional.

The thing is, though, Steve doesn't call anyone else on the kind of schedule that he calls Eddie. And when he calls, they stay on the phone for hours. There shouldn't even be that much to catch up on, but Eddie finds himself making note of every little thing that happens in Hawkins that he wishes Steve could be there for.

On Eddie's birthday at the end of January, decidedly not one of their designated call days, Steve calls him. It's two minutes after midnight and Eddie's got his guitar in his lap and a pencil wedged behind his ear, and the phone rings.

"Happy birthday," Steve says quietly when Eddie picks up the phone.

Eddie twists the phone cord around his fingers. "Thanks, Stevie."

"Was I first?"

Eddie huffs out a laugh. "Yeah. Didn't even give anybody else a chance. It's barely midnight. Shouldn't you be in bed? You have work tomorrow, don't you?"

"Mmm," Steve says, a little sound of confirmation. "Wanted to call anyway. So what do you want for your birthday this year?"

You.

Eddie's overcome with that feeling again, the tingle all the way down to his toes when he thinks about how gone he is on Steve, when he imagines his smile and his laugh and the warmth of him at his side. Eddie misses him a little more every single day.

"I mean... I dunno if you could deliver, Stevie."

"Try me."

Eddie aches. It's like Steve is begging him to say it. He wants to say it. So badly.

"I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't what?"

"I shouldn't be in love with you," Eddie whispers, and then he holds his breath.

It's quiet. Steve is too quiet for too long and oh, god, he's done it now. Stupid. That was so stupid. Such an idiotic thing to say, fuck.

"I'm coming home this weekend," Steve says at last. "I'm coming home to see you and take you out."

"Because...?" Eddie's voice shakes with hope.

"Because I... I haven't felt this way about anyone in a real long time. You really couldn't tell? We almost kissed on New Years, Eds."

"Well, y'know..." Eddie stammers. "Thought I imagined that."

He remembers how close they'd been that night, how Steve's breath had smelled of beer, how Steve looked at Eddie's mouth before Eddie'd turned away from him. Here he'd been thinking he'd stopped himself from making a stupid, terrible mistake.

"I can't play it cool anymore. Being away from you has been..."

"Hard," Eddie finishes for him.

"Yeah. I wanna try this with you. I wanna try... us. That okay?"

"Seems too good to be true."

"Maybe it is. We'll never know unless we try, right?"

Eddie twists the phone cord around his fingers again and tries to hide his smile behind the receiver, even though Steve's not here to see how stupid and love drunk he looks right now.

"Sooo... I did manage to charm you with my irresistible good looks and excellent taste in music?"

"Something like that," Steve says, and there's a smile in his voice. "I'll see you this weekend."

"Can't wait."

"Happy birthday, Eds. I... I'm sorry it took me so long."

"Better late than never, big boy."

still taking requests!

[clydethesnake]

Icy Waters Vol. I

Chapter Eight

Kiko pulls the hood of her black jacket over her head, peaking over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. The last thing she needed right now was to come face to face with her stalker for the first time.   

She clutches tightly on the bag of food she had taken away from the nice Fire Nation diner her and Lin had just eaten at. The waterbender’s heart thumps in anticipation as she walks over the hill; the gabled roofs of her old trailer park coming into view. Of course, this was probably the last thing she should be doing right now, but she misses her kids so much.  

The gravel crunches under Kiko’s feet as she walks through the estate. She notices that Ari’s light is on, and she does what she normally does when she visits, knocks on the window, using the rhythm that they had come up with together. That is, after making sure that she is alone in there; she doesn’t want her father, or god forbid her mother, to notice her.  

The girl comes to the window, a wide, joyful smile already plastered on her lips. She knows not to say anything, not if she wants to risk alerting her parents. Kiko can see that she is still following her advice.  

She opens it wide, allowing the waterbender to climb her way in. It's a little harder than it used to be; she had been eating much better on Air Temple Island recently than when she lived here. She had been skinny and spry from not eating, though Kiko knows that she feels so much better now that she isn’t reasonably underweight.  

It had taken a while to get used to; the eating whenever she wanted, not having to worry about where her next meal came from. She can only hope that Ari is given that luxury one day.  

Kiko takes notice of Ari’s grim little room. It's looking worse for wear than it had been before she moved. However, despite it all, the girl was still looking as pleased as ever at the sight of the waterbender.  

Her small arms wrap around Kiko’s waist, hugging her tightly. She kneels, holding Ari tightly to her, “I’m sorry, my sweet girl. I haven’t been around.” She whispers, speaking against the crown of Ari’s head, wispy baby hairs against her lips.   

Ari, the lovely, forgiving girl that she is shakes her head against Kiko’s neck, spouting her words innocently, “It’s fine Kiko. I understand.” But you don’t. Her pure words bring tears to Kiko’s eyes.   

The waterbender opts not to say anything, not risking the girl seeing her tears.  

They stay in that position for a good half an hour, after making themselves more comfortable on the Ari’s small mattress. It was lumpy, with a spring digging into Kiko’s lower back, but there was nowhere else she would rather be right now.  

Kiko rests her hands on the small girl’s shoulders, pulling away only a little to make eye contact, “Want to go find the others?” She asks, referring to the other children that Kiko often brings food for.   

Ari grins, nodding her head at the mention of her friends, “Yes!”   

“Okay, go and find them. Meet me back at my old place?”   

Ari nods again, springing to her feet with a little more enthusiasm than before and climbs out of the window. Kiko follows next.  

---  

Kiko waits in her old trailer. She hadn’t sold it when she moved in with the Avatar’s family, which is one of the reasons she got another job, even though the trailer is relatively cheap to own.   

However, as she opens the door, dust immediately enters her lungs. The waterbender coughs deeply, swatting her hand in the air in an attempt to remove the dust from her path.   

She has returned since she moved to Air Temple Island, once or twice, to continue to see Ari and the others. No one knows, and Kiko has made a silent agreement with herself that no one is going to find out. Both Katara and Lin would blow a fuse if she did.   

Kiko throws her keys down on the small table, along with the bag of food and turns on the lamp that is resting on it. It brings a warm glow to her home, transporting her back to the many nights she had spent here; with the kids, by herself, and occasionally a partner. Though, it is far more bare than it had been during any of those times. Kiko loves her house to be cluttered and cozy; just like Lin’s.   

It's not long before she hears feet on the gravel path outside. Her heart spikes with anxiety, but it’s relieved once she sees Ari poke her head into the trailer.   

Ari’s eyes light up, and she ushers three other kids into the room. They all rush to her, shouting an amalgamation of different words that Kiko struggles to make out; some her name, some about how they missed her, and she hears one particular voice ask if she brought food.  

“Yes, Karuq, I did bring food,” She wraps her arms around the children that have appeared at her side.   

The boy grins, showing of his missing front tooth, “Really?!”   

“Check the bag.” They boy does as she says, pulling out the boxes that she had taken back from the restaurant, “Finally lost that tooth?” She nods towards the brown-haired boy.  

One of the girls at her side, Isha snickers, “Only because he ran into a wall.”   

“Shut up, Isha!”   

“What?” Kiko questions the Water Tribe boy, “How did you do that?” Her eyes are blown wide in concern, but the other children just laugh at him.   

He looks away from her and rocks on his heels in embarrassment, “Tosa was trying to steal my roast duck!” Karuq looks back at Kiko, pointing at the boy in question as his voice suddenly louder with fervour, “I don’t get it often, so I was running away but I didn’t see where I was going and ran into the wall.” He says, with an angry sort of tone that Kiko finds endlessly endearing.  

She tries not to snicker as she sees Karuq’s annoyed expression, but Tosa outs her immediately, “See!? Kiko finds it funny!” He giggles along with her.  

Karuq huffs and sits down on one of the chairs grumpily, “Whatever.” He crosses his arms.  

“Oh, come on Karuq. It’s not that embarrassing.” Kiko attempts to keep her laugh under control, but ends up letting a few slip. To try and make him feel better, she detangles herself from the other children and receives a few plates from one of the cupboards, which she has to wipe dust off of. She lays them out on the table with some pairs of chopsticks and starts putting even portions of food on the plates, “Have some food.”   

He lights up a little when Kiko puts a plate in front of him, looking up at her reluctantly before shrugging and digging in. Kiko chuckles at the enthusiastic boy, before noticing that all the others are too.  

She sits down again, letting Ari lean on her side and lets out a sigh of content. I really need to visit more often.  

Suddenly, surrounded by her children, Kiko completely forgets about her stalker, shaking off the feeling of their eyes on her.  

It's not long before they have all polished off their plates, lounging around the trailer comfortably. The radio is on, playing smooth jazz, and Kiko is saying goodbye to the two Water Tribe brothers.   

“I’ll come and visit again soon, I promise.” Kiko has her arms wrapped around them, hugging them to her chest.  

They both nod against her, Karuq muttering, “You better.”   

Tosa, his brother adds on, “And bring food.” He seems a little lighter spirited, knowing that he’ll see the waterbender again soon.  

Kiko snickers at the boy, “Of course, of course, I’ll make sure to bring lots of food.” She gives each of them a kiss on the head, hugging them tighter for a few more seconds before letting them go. How they remind me of my own brothers. She shakes away the thought, watching them leave the trailer.   

Isha had left first, announcing that her parents would be looking for her. She's a sweet little girl, her family originally from Republic City, despite her distinctly Earth Kingdom name.   

Kiko smiles at Ari, watching her dance in the little empty space in the kitchen to the music playing on the radio. It's a small radio, with bad sound quality, but Kiko knows that Ari loves it; she doesn’t have anything like it at home.   

Her content mood is dampened, however, as she notices a bruise on Ari’s arm.  

How she had not noticed it before is unknown, likely because she had been too excited to see her children.   

Kiko knew that Ari’s parents were not good people; the type to leave Republic City for days without her, leaving the girl on her own without anyone to look after her, but she didn’t know that they were ever violent with her.  

“Ari, come here for a second.”   

The younger girl picks up on the waterbender’s sullen tone and walks towards her with no question.  

Kiko lifts her arm, inspecting the bruise, “How did this happen, my girl?”   

“I fell over.”   

Something in her voice seems off, and so Kiko raises an eyebrow, “You fell over?” She asks sceptically. Ari is trying to avoid eye contact with her, “Do you want to tell me what really happened, Ari?”   

“Promise not to tell?” Kiko’s heart breaks.  

The waterbender pushes a strand of hair away from Ari’s face, prompting the girl to look at her, “You know I can’t promise that.” They had agreed on this before; if anything that any of the kids tell her is really concerning, then Kiko would get help.   

Ari seems to realise this, and mutters out, “It was mommy. She was fighting with daddy and I tried to stop them.”   

Kiko feels a great sense of rage build up in her, but tries not to show it on her face, “Mommy did this to you?” She asks again, as if confirming what she heard.  

Ari nods, but soon picks her head up to face Kiko again, “But it was an accident!”   

“How was it an accident?”  

“She- she didn’t mean to. I was behind her and she turned around.”   

“Has this happened before?” Kiko asks, almost not wanting to know the answer.  

Ari reluctantly nods, “Only sometimes, when she gets angry with daddy.”   

Kiko doesn’t want this to feel like an interrogation, like Ari has done something wrong by telling her. But this is just too important. How could anyone do this to their child? She knew that Ari’s parents were bad people from the beginning; if Ari’s flinching at loud noises or aversion to shouting said anything, but she hadn’t realised that they were violent with her.  

The waterbender feels immense guilt at not realising it before. They used to see each other every day when Kiko lived at the trailer park, so how had she never noticed before?!  

The question weighs on her mind as she kisses the girl’s forehead sweetly, “You know I have to tell someone, Ari.”  

Ari nods against Kiko’s chest, “Are mommy and daddy going to get in trouble?”  

Yes, “We’ll see about that.” Kiko mutters, keeping her voice down, “I’ll tell the police and they will look into it.”  

“The police? But I don’t want the police to take mommy and daddy away.”  

I thought she was going to say something like that, “I know you don’t, darling. But it might be for the best.”   

The girl adamantly shakes her head and pulls away from Kiko, “No!”   

Kiko can tell that she is on the verge of fleeing, “Okay, okay.” She holds her hands out for Ari, to show her that she isn’t going to do anything, “Calm down, okay? I won’t tell the police.” As she notices Ari calming down a little, she carries on speaking, “How about, I tell a friend of mine and she can help you?”  

She is hesitant, Kiko can see that, but she reluctantly nods her head, “Just don’t take them away. Mommy didn’t mean to.” Her innocent words bring tears to Kiko’s eyes, who rests her hands on Ari’s shoulders.  

The waterbender sighs, “They won’t be taken away.” Ari seems to be a little more comfortable, her shoulders sagging. She doesn’t say anything else, but nods and hugs Kiko again, “You should probably get back home, sweet girl.” Kiko doesn’t want to send her back there, but what choice does she have?   

Ari nods against Kiko’s chest again, humming in agreement. The older girl kisses her forehead, before releasing her, “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”  

“Pinky promise?” The girl holds out her little finger.  

“Pinky promise.”  

---  

Kiko's shaky feet pad against the wooden slats, sobbing echoing through the empty hallway. Her breath is quick, heart thundering in her chest. A light shines through the gap beneath the door, her shadow casted upon it.  

The hysterical sobbing continues as she gently pushes open the door, eyes barely peeking through the gap. Before Kiko can pull away from the door, her father’s face whips around, revealing his grief stricken face and puffy red eyes. She'd never seen anything like it.   

Her father was always the brave one.  

She didn’t understand what was wrong, eyebrows furrowing, before she spots her. Lying there. Red was all she saw.  

Her knees hit the floor, eyes blurring and ears blocking out the sound of her father desperately shouting at her, “It’s all your fault, useless girl!”  

He gets up, standing in front of her, his large, intimidating figure casting a shadow over her cowering body, and Kiko braces herself. This had never happened to her before, her father was the most loving man she knew. To you... The words echo on her mind.  

He grips her chin, forcing her eyes open to look at his heartbroken face, “What do you have to say for yourself? Huh!? You’re a liability, I knew it from the start!” He shouts, beads of spit landing on her cheek. She doesn’t know what she did wrong.  

“I’m sorry!” Kiko wails, not even knowing what she’s apologising for.  

She hears a sudden smack, falling to the ground. Holding her cheek, she looks at the man she once called her father, but she can see that the loving man that she knew is gone. His eyes are dark and menacing as he crouches, not putting his hands on her further.  

“It’s your fault, Sehira. If it weren’t for you, she would still be here.” His voice is quieter now, eyes filling with sorrow once again.  

“I’m sorry.” The girl whimpers.  

He just shakes his head, and walks away.  

Sehira bows her head, sobbing into her arms and hair covering her eyes, before she feels the prickling feeling of a presence behind her, hair standing on the back of her neck. She tries to turn, but before she can move, a hand clamps down of her mouth just as it opens.  

“Don’t scream, little girl. Or daddy might be the next.” His breath is hot on her ear and she can’t help but squirm in his tight, unforgiving hold.  

The last thing she sees is a sight she’ll never forget; the body of her beloved mother lying in a pool of her own blood.  

Kiko shoots up in bed, chest heaving and sweat beading down her back. That was the first nightmare she’s had in a while.  

It was different this time; normally it just involves her parents. But she figures that it is likely the mental strain of everything that is happening; her mind trying to fill in the blanks. Where have I heard that voice before?  

Kiko attempts to shake it off, the feeling of sweat drying on her skin an unpleasant one. I’d better have a shower. Knowing she won’t get much more sleep for the rest of the night, glancing at the clock that reads 3:00 am, she undresses and heads to the bathroom.  

---  

The thought of tea is a pleasing one to Kiko. It always helps after the nightmares.  

She flops down on the soft, pillowy sofa, a stark contrast to the rather hard one she owns at the trailer, and heaves out a sigh. Her little cup of jasmine tea, her favourite, is cradled in her hands. I must ask Katara where she gets this tea.  

However, before the waterbender can take a sip, she feels the weight of another body sit next to her.  

Her head darts up, meeting eyes with Sokka.  

“Couldn’t sleep?” He nods to her, sipping on his own glass of water. He looks tired. Kiko nods, eyes shifting to the tea clasped in her hands as he continues, “Nightmare?”  

She nods again, “What are you doing up so late?” She asks, watching his eyes also downcast towards his glass of water.  

“Just couldn’t sleep, I suppose.”  

“Missing Suki?” Kiko had only met the woman once, but they had an immediate connection. The Kyoshi Warrior was unlike anyone Kiko had ever met; incredibly strong and confident, but also the sweetest woman anyone could ever know. Kiko missed her, but she had duties in the Fire Nation, which is why, the waterbender guesses, Sokka is looking more solemn than usual.  

“Very much.” He nods, heaving an almost contented sigh before placing his glass on the coffee table, “But I’m also incredibly proud of her for going to the Fire Nation, that’s what matters.”  

Kiko smiles at the man, she knows that he is missing his wife, and it’s good to know that he is so supportive of her. She places her now empty cup of tea on the coffee table too, “She’s amazing.” She marvels.  

He only nods, before looking at her again, “Didn’t see you at dinner tonight... is something going on?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Kiko rolls her eyes.  

“Nothing is ‘going on’. Me and Lin grabbed dinner. She was leaving the station when I was leaving work; boss called me in for the evening shift.” Sokka couldn’t know that Kiko had been going to visit her old home, she knows that it would only be a matter of time before the non bender let it slip to his sister. A white lie won’t hurt.  

However, despite Kiko’s denial, Sokka’s grin widens, “You ‘grabbed dinner’, huh? That’s how it starts y’know.”  

The waterbender rolls her eyes playfully again, “What are you talking about, old man?”  

“Don’t think that I haven’t seen how you two look at each other.” He cradles his face with his hands and plasters on a fake lovesick expression, “Head over heels.” Kiko scoffs, but before she can say anything more, Sokka continues, “I mean, how many times is it you’ve slept in the same bed?” He teases.  

“You really need to stop gossiping with Kya.” Apart from mild, feigned annoyance, she doesn’t react further.  

He snickers, “How else would I find out about your love life?”  

“Preferably you wouldn’t.” She can’t help but chuckle with him. Despite not knowing each other for very long, Sokka became immediate family to Kiko. She loved him to bits, all of his teasing aside.  

He shakes his head, expression dampening into something a little more serious, an expression Kiko doesn’t see often, “You should tell her.”  

“Tell her what?”  

Sokka lets out an exasperated sigh, “Wow, you really are oblivious.”  

The waterbender huffs, “If this is about Lin then I don’t want to hear it.”  

“I’m serious, Kiko. You should tell her; she definitely feels the same way.” He shuffles a little closer to the younger girl, hesitating a little before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.  

“I can’t”  

“Why not?” The non bender’s voice is soft.  

“Look, I may heavily dislike Tenzin, but I couldn’t do that to someone.” Kiko sighs, fiddling with her fingers in her lap, “He’s been in love with her for spirits knows how long and then I just turn up and suddenly, there’s someone in the way of that.”  

Sokka’s eyes soften, “I understand, Kiko. But... you don’t realise how she looks at you, the look of pure adoration. She’s never looked at Tenzin in that way.” Kiko is about to interrupt, but he continues, “He’s her best friend, and I’m afraid she wants nothing more than that.”  

“Ganging up on your nephew, are you?” Kiko snickers half-heartedly.  

“I don’t want to see him getting his heart broken.”  

The waterbender shrugs, “I don’t know, Sokka.”  

He pats her shoulder before standing, “Please think it over.”  

Kiko only nods, watching as he retreats back to his room. Once he is fully out of sight, the waterbender sighs and runs a hand through her rarely loose hair, realising that it has gotten far too long. I’ll have to ask Kya to cut it.  

She thinks, standing from the sofa with her empty cup. Kiko places it in the sink, before retiring once again to her room. What have I gotten myself into?  

[novirp13]

SONIC MOVIE 3

Score: 7.5/10

That was...kinda not good.

REVIEW BELOW (I'm not complaining just for the sake of complaining, by the way)

Also, I made fanarts based on my review. Here it is: 1 | 2 | 3

Don't get me wrong. The action scenes were great. Legit was hyped at most of them, it got me leaning on my seat. Gerald's character study was good; you can definitely see how the death of his grandchild drove him to insanity. Drowning himself in sorrow and ignoring what's in front of him. Dude, I feel so bad for Eggman!! He was abandoned by all the people that he knew. And when he finally got the family that acted and understood what it felt like to be a mad genius scientist, he still didn't get the TLC he wished for! Eggman looked so devastated, you can totally see it in his eyes! Sonic Movie 3 did the feels right, and I can give it a thumbs up for that.

But the pacing. Oh my god, it was sooo bad. Even worse than the Mario movie. From the introduction of the new characters (Gerald and Shadow) to the character development (Shadow and Eggman). Everything appeared and happened almost all at once and it felt so bloated, I almost couldn't breathe. Those flashback scenes about Shadow and Maria were perfect, but the background story for Shadow himself was still not enough. Gerald felt like the main antagonist instead, and that is such a missed opportunity.

In my opinion, they blundered at the placement of the events (subjective takes here). Rather than a scene where Shadow ran away from GUN, I think it'll be better if we get that Shadow and Maria flashback first. We get to see their friendship from the very moment the movie started, so it'll be a lot clearer why Shadow beat the crap out of GUN agents the moment he woke up.

And please, explain the experimentation they done to Shadow a lil bit more, man. When Shadow pulled off that Chaos Spear attack, it came out of nowhere! Even to me, who had already watched the game. Like... how? From the beginning till the middle of the movie, you were just doing your teleportation attack. Since when were you able to conjure a spear out of chaos energy? And when you needed more power to push the Eclipse Canon out of Earth's way, since when did "taking off your bracelets" mean "powering up"?

I'm saying this because my brother, who's not a Sonic fan, was confused when he saw Shadow took off his bracelets.

I think... when you did the flashback, it'll be good if we get to see the first time Shadow conjured a Chaos Spear. Because he couldn't control it, the scientist then put a limiter (bracelet) on. And now that they realized how powerful Shadow was and how dangerous he is, the leader of the GUN decided, 'You know what? Project Ultimate Lifeform is not worth our safety'. That was how that tragedy happened. The tragedy, where they tried to escape yet failed because of Maria's death. With this, the pacing of the story will be better, and Shadow will feel more like the main antagonist of the story.

(They could put the Chaos Spear experimentation scene before that part where Shadow and Maria were stargazing. It'll align with Shadow's musing about people fearing him.)

Seriously. From the moment I saw Gerald in the trailer, alive, I had a bad feeling that they wouldn't be able to focus on Shadow for the entirety of the movie. Guess I was right...

Also, wasn't Master Emerald empty? From the ending of Sonic Movie 2, after Sonic turned off his Super Saiyan mode, he threw those colorful Chaos Emeralds to who-knows-where. And Knuckles reforged the Master Emerald WITHOUT the Chaos Emerald. So why were the Chaos Emeralds here? And why was their size bigger than the previous movie? It was supposed to be as big as a coin, right? But this time, it looked like the Chaos Emerald from the game. It's as big as your palm.

Okay, maybe it was just the camera perspective, and they just want to make sure the viewers could see the Chaos Emerald, but still. Why were they here?? Did Knuckles find it when he had that adventure in the Knuckles series? I didn't watch that one, but my friend said the fire fist he learnt was indeed came from there…

One more thing. Won't it be cool if Sonic turned Dark instead of Super this time around? After all, he activated the power of the Master Emerald with anger, instead of the need to protect the people that he cares for. So we will be reminded of Knuckle's warning about the danger of giving this stone to the wrong person. Because it could even change the pure-hearted Sonic into this hateful creature. Like Shadow

Then again, Dark Sonic is not canon. Super Sonic looked angry enough already, so it's fine. This part is just me being nitpicky.

Tho' if we want to talk more about me being nitpicky...

I kinda wish we got to see more Shadow Walter interaction. Walter tried to stop GUN from hunting down Shadow. And he was there when Shadow was put into sleep. I was hoping when Shadow met Tom-disguised-as-Walter, he lashed out. You know...misplaced anger and all. That he blamed Walter for not trying hard enough in stopping GUN. That Maria died because the bullet Walter tried to stop caused the explosion. So it made sense when Shadow was surprised Walter's face suddenly turned into Tom. Because he thought he was punching Walter, not someone else.

And dang, Shadow was callous. He just let Sonic fall to the earth! I mean... at least let him try to save him for a bit or something. Then Knuckles and Tails appeared, telling Shadow to focused on the Eclipse Canon for now while they handle Sonic. This way, we could see that Shadow did try to establish a camaraderie with Sonic. That he did try to forgive and change.

Overall, 7.5/10. The action scenes were great. That Sonic vs Shadow battle was #chefKiss. Gerald's character study was good. And that part where Tom and Maddie learned new hobbies because they were bored was hella funny (they've became adrenaline junkie lol). But the pacing was really bad. That part where Jimbotnik dances around the laser with his grandpa could be scrapped, and those couple of minutes could be used to dive into Shadow's backstory a bit deeper. I know it was just your usual Jim Carrey randomness, but even if you take that part away, it won't affect anything. I still like the marriage scene from the second movie better because at least that scene was used to showcase Tail's gadgets. A.k.a. to show that this fox is really beyond genius.

[vyragosa]

wrote a long damn tirade about why i don't see "lorenz jr." as familial and it's very much in a "successor" of scientific research sense it's too long to just post on twitter exclusively so i'm copy pasting if anyone on here is interested eh

i'll attempt to explain how i view the dysfunctional mentorship, 1. researchers need successors who will continue expanding on their work 2. external public opinion as a major part of the conflict past only "stealing" 3. 2 stubborn people who refute the truth unveiled the moment it goes beyond scientific research 4. similar fear of betrayal/abandonment

(i obviously love alva so i'll start with consideration of his feelings first)

let me preface this reasoning with a description of alva's ONCE:

"Scientific research can never be completed by one person. Along the way, we need close friends, opponents, and inheritance."

alva wanted luca to be the successor of his researches or at the very least, was willing to give not only funds, but everything he could to him as his beloved student, that much is a fact (official character description) "But just when he was going to give everything, he was accused and betrayed by his beloved student."

when it comes to "succession", alva's fear of mortality, the death of his loved ones and running out of time seems established, cumulate this with accepting to come back from death when a god asks, multiple costumes that deal with death, risks and rebirth, a deep wish to rail against the unforgiving times

it's also very clear that alva was "insulating" more than the truth about the past, "why did he think I always got it wrong" "what are you afraid of, being robbed first?!" the relationship took a turn when alva seemingly started denying experiments (stopped signing) while not giving an explanation for it and instead, blunt harsh words (that he is aware of, character day letter confirming this bluntness and him not considering personal feelings when it comes to experiments, (which is ultimately his downfall from not considering his own either.) )

overprotectiveness should then be considered, but toward who precisely?

a mentorship is built on empathy, trust and understanding, a two-way street of learning from each other.

said trust was broken the moment luca demanded more answers that could be found in stealing documents, something that alva apparently entirely allowed to happen in the first place by refusing to speak publically and incriminate anyone to the police either, hard to believe he was willfully ignorant of it since he even appears in luca's very own trailer looking on to him in the doorway!

perhaps, driven by a mindset as a mentor would:

"he must come to his own conclusions with sufficient data."

which is far from fair to luca, who ended up having to rely on the opinions of others when it came to alva's feelings, the ultimately missing data, having to bring the dispute to the public as well, but most importantly there's one question i'm in need of asking

who called him "Lorenz jr." exactly?

a sentence taken from the official character introduction of luca: "a lot of people thought he would be the inventor's successor." "many people expected him to inherit the mantle of the great inventor."

many people in the city thought of luca as "Lorenz jr." and luca seemingly took pride in the words as well, but...were those ever alva's own words? someone who had his words twisted before (and it's a way more biased guess of mine feel free to ignore, but would a man who was accused of stealing before and betrayal sincerely call the son of his deceased friend "his" in public ? when alva feels responsible as well and believes "it should have died with the last generation" ? would it not imply that alva denies luca his own agency as a person separate from his father? it only reinforces the cycle of guilt further, which does not make sense when alva refused to go to the academy to teach precisely because of this memory )

if the dispute had to be brought to the public in the first place for the slighest chance of an answer and the confrontation resulted in being shoved against a bookshelf violently, can we assume that alva himself never dared speak his feelings, until it was too late? inevitably from the wounds of the past, for not having probed enough, not having said enough and inevitably, repeating the same mistakes by fear of betraying luca, attempting to protect each other from the truth only causing destruction in the process

there is a strong issue of projection from both of them onto the other, it's a story about the mandela effect/rashomon effect in the first place

while alva was haunted by herman, tried to seal away the memory and inevitably carried a level of guilt toward the situation and attempted to give back what he could to luca, the latter also didn't seek the truth either

"I may not care about the truth of that man's death, but Alva Lorenz,"

in the very same letter, if luca had known the circumstances of the fallout between him and alva, the situation would have probably never escalated but alva was unwilling to give it either way, it's a dead-end for mutually-exclusive stubborn people

with luca's exclusive (7. Mutual Feelings) and obsessive nature, the search for the truth was hampered by the strongest feelings toward his mentor even from the very first cover letter, from the very first "chance meeting" where alva was apparently moved to have the most passionate discussion with a young man he didn't know at all, that would have lasting effects on them both, a meeting that was described in the now retconned description of alva ONCE as "god's will", the nature of the encounter was nothing but fate, with alva unknowing of luca's parentage, a resonance of souls that took place due to fate, told over and over again multiple times

"I understand why Lorenz was willing to part with so much"

the thing is, luca has never called alva anything else, his last name being used still, the closest amount of familiarity is that of competitors, of now research rivals, because this is what they are, even as warden and winter cicada! even working as jailers with conflicting ideals and different definition of the truth!

now one thing that is conveniently left out often is the following sentence right after lorenz jr, and i will add quotes that i believe are equally important

"I don't want to and never will be him!"

"5. Coupling: There will only be a resonance of wisdom when the souls are comparable." "6. Calibration: There are different calibration standards for each trial."

"only hyenas seek out collaborators."

"A diary: I've finally become a student of Lorenz with a manuscript as consideration. But one day he'll realize that I'm worth much more than those manuscripts."

luca wanted to be recognized by alva.

not by anyone else, not by some other people who he believes "are no more than animals, no, worse than insects" for not thinking for themselves

he wanted alva to recognize him for who he is, not for who he could be, not for the shadow of his father and certainly not for who everyone assumes him to be

but the worst of all, would be to become the same person as his father, to stop considering other people in his search of the ideal that only dreamers want to reach, to not consider other people's feelings which is why he tried so desesperately to confront alva about it. why else muster such intense feelings about it if not because luca wanted to know the depths of alva's heart? luca is also described with "a rare empathy" in his files when it came to charles'? he wanted to know the truth of his mentor's heart

"even as the current struck his brain, i never got the answer."

what was the answer he wanted?

would a hermit be shown blushing getting a christmas gift for a prisoner with hearts floating around his head and repeatedly caring for him if the feeling was not love?

TLDR:

it's love, a difficult and pure, desire to be seen, reciprocated love of two people who want to stand side-by-side as equals but are fated to never be

[rreskk]

Idk if I asked this already but do you think you could do Trevor x chubby! reader smut (any gender is fine it’s up to you)

Take care sugar 🫶🏾

Of course! Sorry this took long! Much love! <3

Summary: You've been teasing him all morning and when he came back to finish business, he found you asleep... But he knows a way to return the torments of your divine body.

Pairings: Chubby fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1548

TW: -Smut

Trevor stepped into his trailer with a rocky balance. He managed to work through his intoxication of meth and gathered enough stability to find his way to the bedroom (where he last remembered seeing you.)

It was around 3 in the morning… He left to retreat some business goods and promised to be back for some “alone time.” The silence of the trailer made him grit his teeth. It couldn’t be too late, right? He craved that body of yours, has been all week. His expertise that day was rushed because he couldn’t contain himself no more. All through his honest nights work of “Trevor Philips Industries”, he only got shit done so he could return sooner than later.

But the dimness of lights happened to suggest his lack of timing. You had fallen asleep on his bed, snuggling closely into the dirty sheets (that he barely uses). You were stripped in only your panties since the Sandy Shores weather swarmed his trailer like a bolt of fire. However, your nakedness only caught his attention more.

Trevor laid his hips against the doorway and tilted his head at your sleepy figure. The tainted lamp that flickered from his kitchen helped outline your frame. He stared at your bare back; finding himself licking his crinkled lips. You looked so divine… The small love bites from the other day remained visible on your shoulders. God… He was so turned on by your shape. He wanted to kiss every inch while fucking you senseless; He felt the need to worship your thighs, lick your neck, fondle your stomach, whisper utter dirtiness into your ear.

“Mhm…” Out of habit, he adjusted his growing bulge and held onto it, feeling it twitch as the pulse increased with every fantasy that riddled in that Godforsaken head of his. Trevor glanced down to his erection and belittled it with his thumb, trying to find a source of warmth as he returned his sights back to you. Your breathing was faint and timid. Imagining how flustered and breathless you get when he’s on top, the thought was enough to set him off right here… He pressed his thumb harder against his bulge, choaking out a unsubtle moan.  

Suddenly he shook his head, “No… No.” The man told himself. He loosened the grip on his boner. Trevor didn’t want to orgasm through masturbation… His raging boner wanted one thing; you. And what is he gonna do about it?

“urgh…”

He eruptively paused as that sweet noise escaped your desirable mouth. In the span of a minute, he had crawled over the bed so he was gently sat between your thighs. He had his hands caressing the tummy roles, each finger examining the soft skin, yearning for your closer affections. Trevor kept a close eye as he began trailing his fingers towards your breasts. It felt wrong… But so right. Maybe he did lack self-control? Maybe he was a maniac on the loose, yet you loved him for it. Trevor thrived through your support; through your praises, living off your hugs, depending on your kisses, hungry for your body… Fuelled with lust, unsuspected with desperation; there was no way he could wait… Trevor watched your face react to his fingers that teased the surface of your nipple. He hoped it would be enough to wake you up.

“Baby…” His voice huskily awoke you from the slumber. Your eyes flickered open, taking a few seconds to adjust the weight that was now heavily placed upon your stomach. Obviously the first thing you saw was his morbid smile. Trevor grinned from ear to ear at your awareness; “Ohh… Baby, I missed you…”

A small moan left your parted lips when Trevor’s fingers began pinching at your nipple. He nudged it between his fingers before leaning down, giving your left breast his improper loving. The wakeup call was unexpected but you couldn’t help grasping what’s left of his thin hair, trying to find the words, only to breathe out shaky gasps and groans. You did feel dazed from your sleep but Trevor’s tongue began abusing the roundness of your breasts, sending electricity down your spine and pathetically alarming your sex about the reoccurring attraction, and neediness.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Trevor worshipped when cupping your tits into the palm of his hands. You were sunken into the mattress at his merciless place of worship. You were the Church to his sinful hands. Every contact of skin made you both fall into a trance of turbulence and bitter sweet love. The fight was overbought, and you grabbed the collar of his white, greasy shirt, slamming your lips together while his hands maintained busy circulating the frame of your body.

“Mm… Shit, sugar-“ Trevor brought your hips towards his, “Baby, let me love you, please… I’m so fuckin’ horny. I need you, I wanna fuck you so hard, sugar… Yeah? You like that, don’tcha? Mhmm… God, you do some unspeakable things to me.” His whispers tormented pleasure into your ear. As you came familiar with the heaviness in his trousers, you whined into his mouth, words still being unavailable in your position. 

His mouth detached from yours. He allowed saliva to spill from the motion of your kiss, lowering down towards your tummy; slurping and gurgling his tongue across your temple, managing to achieve every possible nerve in your system, manifesting the jerk of your hips that occasionally crashed into his erection. Trevor winced whenever you’d abuse him any further… Firstly, you made him wait after a morning of tasteful banter, then you slept before he could even step foot into the trailer… And now you were flattering his struggles more. He could almost smirk at how much you were turning into his desperate girl, so needy of his cock…

“Trevor-” Alas! You momentarily spoke as your voice sounded like Heaven on Hell to Trevor. He continued complimenting your fine figure with his tongue before it grew overbearing. Trevor ripped off his belt, gaping up to face your red and breathless face… Oh, how he loved it.

“You ready, baby?” He grinned, zipping down his flies, “You look so pretty for me. Fuck…” His eyes scanned your body once more, “I fuckin’ love you.”

Holding out and reaching for an imaginary rope, you leaned your head back and prepared; “Yes, please, Trev…” 

The temptation submerged into reality. Trevor’s thumb grazed your clit through the fabrics of your underwear. He tested your warmth and smirked when he felt your pussy pulse and yearn for the cock that kept on twitching, threatening to cum already. He grabbed onto your jiggly hips and guided your entrance to face his penis. He wasn’t large; in a way, he was lower than average. However, his personality and confidence brings out the best of his talents of pleasuring you in general. His size never mattered, he still made you orgasm effortlessly despite the littleness of his cock.

 Trevor stroked your skin with his thumb before he pushed himself into you, gagging moans of joy and delight.

“Ohhh, YES!” Cried Trevor.

No matter how many times he had fucked you, every time felt like your first. Sweat trickled down your forehead as your mouth fell open. Your moans were pushed away since he began thrusting aggressively. Your whole body moved with him, his hands almost bruising your hips while he maintained eye contact; biting his lip, winking every time he pushed out. Trevor’s charismatic smile made you squeal as well as the overwhelming sensation of his cock rampaging to break your sex.

“Mmm, Trevor!”

He rocked faster and harder. He was panting and gagging, gripping your tits suddenly and toying with them while he grunts at how violently he was fucking. You quickly held onto his wrists and released heavy moans from your mouth. The nighttime felt so empty before you two filled the surrounding desert with your screams of pleasure. The bed was extremely unstable considering it slammed against the walls whenever he mounted back into your wetness.

“Oh, God… [y/n], I fuckin’-“ His hands groped harder as he began feeling vulnerable in his state, “Fuck, fuck!” You whined while biting your tongue, feeling the climax approaching. Trevor’s penis was nothing but torture to the man. He fell backwards in attempt to give you a final blow, and when he thrusted back into your pussy, the trigger was pulled.

“TREVOR!-“

You practically restrained him with your hands snatching his wrists still. Trevor, in time, pulled out and came all over your thighs and knees. His tongue fell open as he whimpered at the impact of his orgasm, animalistically staring up into space in his intoxicated manner. You came soon after, wetting the bedsheets underneath you. The moment of pure ecstasy felt like a glitch in the matrix. You grew light-headed since you experienced a rush of blood just after waking up, but it was all worth it.

“Ohhhh, fuck…” Trevor lilts when rubbing his foreskin, wiping away any pre-cum that stained the tip before he even penetrated you. He gazed over to find your face filled with satisfaction. The man felt proud of his efforts and lowered his head, kissing the corner of your drooly mouth. His lips vibrated softly; “I love you, baby.”

[ashkav]

(Re; Your theory about Rainy's baby) Omg, I somehow missed it in the tag, unbelievable 😖

I think it's very smart! I like the contrast between Rainy's baby in the samurai and Dollman in his small body. You're right about Rainy's pregnancy, I can't see it going well for both of them in any way 😭 the spirit of a baby piloting a giant, deadly samurai is such a kojimism, I can totally see it happening 😭

I'm working on a theory about Higgs' cult being based on the Ancient Egyptian cult of Aten, with Higgs being the equivalent of Akhenaten; Well, in this theory, Rainy would be a stand-in for Nefertiti, Akhenaten's wife- Higgs "married" Rainy so that she would give birth to his heir (not his biological child- I don't think he can have kids lol. Rainy is probably a pregnant widow or smth). But what's interesting is that Tutankhamun, Akhenaten's son, actually ended the cult of Aten and brought back the old gods. I'm saying it all to ask: Do you think that Rainy's baby has some paticular grudge towards Higgs? Or were they just trying to protect Sam?

I remember that when the state of play trailer came out, Kojima released posters for all the characters, samurai included, like they're supposed to be a reocurring character- just some more proof for your theory :D

ah thank you! I felt a bit like a crazy person putting it all together lol.

omg that would be so insane if true. I did feel like Higgs's ancient Egyptian obsession was a bit of a missed opportunity in the first game - apart from the visual nod in his costuming and some things in his room, it was barely mentioned. I think it would be awesome if they leaned harder into it all in the second game, since he's now possibly a cult leader spreading the religion of Amelie. That plus confronting your own death probably opens you up spiritually, right?

That's a really good question! I have two ideas:

first being that Rainy and/ or her partner nearly joined Higgs's cult and during this time Higgs got really really interested in Rainy's pregnancy (possibly because he was thinking of trying to form a new kind of BB?) until the death of Rainy's partner made her run away and Fragile, having first hand experience at being fucked over by Higgs, took her in. In this instance, I think the baby would have a personal grudge against Higgs himself, as possibly their first memories are of Higgs causing the death of their father and pain to their mother.

second idea is direct baby to baby communication. We know Lou is still (somehow) in the pod, just in a weird BT looking way, though much more conscious (as she can still respond to Sam and is capable of emotion unlike every other BT). since she doesn't seem to be in the pod all the time, just showing up sometimes, I think it would be possible for her to just... float around, maybe make friends with the only other baby around, figure out a way of communicating that doesn't require words. From there, Lou asks the baby for help in a desperate moment when she thinks Sam is in danger and the Samurai shows up to rock Higgs's shit for trying to hurt their only friend's dad.

[mincedpeaches]

rvb19 liveblogging post. #rvb19 spoilers

Did Wash get a new voice actor? Why does he sound so off.

Why is Grif like this. Why is Grif's character so off. He's not really stupid, he plays it up to be lazy. Why does he seem so weirdly angry. Yelling did not make the "they're right behind me aren't they" joke any funnier Geoff.

Okay I didn't even CONSIDER that Donut would never show up. Like after the Apple Cast listing was seemingly incomplete based on already confirmed people that had recorded lines. Only to have the shot of Donut getting sliced up in a cartoon be his first and God forbid only appearance? The disrespect. If he doesn't show up later I'm rioting. Did I miss a Joel-style falling out with Donut's voice actor somewhere.

Okay actually Wash sounds fine it was just the awkward exposition dialogue earlier I guess.

479er???? Does this count as a minor freelancer cameo.

A SECOND "hes right behind me" style quip with Meta!Tucker in the case. Burnie PLEASE. Avengers came out in like 2014.

Why does Tucker!Meta talk. Why does he have an evil laugh. Remember when all the Meta did was occasionally growl and he was threatening. Remember when all they had to do was play When Your Middle Name is Danger and it would make the machinima actually tense.

The Reds overall reluctance to help the Blues both earlier in the canyon when Caboose asked them and then now leaving Caboose on the ship... I don't know. It rings a little different when its the last season and all also the whole "they say no but then they change their minds" bit has been done so many times by now. Especially if this is meant to be happening after Chorus. This isn't really a lesson they need to be learning anymore.

Over 40mins minutes in and no mention of Carolina. I am... concerned. I thought she was in a shot in the trailer. Am I crazy. If she doesn't show up I just. In what WORLD does Epsilon run five squintilion simulations and not choose to contact HER instead.

OKAY HERE IT COMES THE SARGE SACRIFICE. FOR A BLUE. IM SCARED.

Hes gonna get stabbed big time ooooh my god I can't watch.

I feel like. Okay. When rvb got serious. It didn't have to undercut itself with jokes. When Donut was shot by Wash it was 100% played straight. No quips. So why does Burnie undercut Sarge getting stabbed by having him say "well dang it".

I've paused this like five million times to say "I can't" and all variations thereof. I'm not ready for "Matt's performance".

Hand on Simmons arm. And if I lose it right now.

Very touching moments happening here with Sarge and the team I cannot complain too much or really at except when in one of my numerous pauses of the movie to fortify myself I cannot help but clasp my hands and think. Where's Donut.

And also I cannot help but think when we were about to get on Torrian for trying to kill Tucker and now its like. Welp. (Not nearly as bad as a killing to gas up your bad rvb spinoff but still. It kinda feels like this is approaching that ballpark.)

"Run away while you can. I'm coming for you." *laughs evilly* Is this supposed to be like Tuckers personality, like a Doc-O'Malley thing where the AI adapts its mannerisms to the host. Because either way its a corny ass bit that does nothing. And I kinda of hate it.

Doc is very obviously all in Wash's head which is uhhh.... not where I expected the season to go. With Wash.

Grif and Simmons standing in front of Sarge's grave, alone: Me: soooo. grimmons?

OKAY SO. IMMEDIATE PIVOT TO HEARTFELT DISCHARGE THAT I DID NOT EXPECT. OKAY. SCENE WHERE GRIF ADMITS HE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE SIMMONS INCOMING?????

OR HE ASKED HIM TO COME WITH HIM. EVEN BETTER. HELLO.

man really great stuff here happening here but I still cant help but be like. so why isnt Donut here. is it the homophobia.

This song kinda sounds like. No. it couldn't be.

Okay over an hour and no Carolina I'm kind of feeling like when I walked into the Supernatural series finale thinking Castiel might return only to hit the point of the ten minute long wincest scene, with no Castiel in sight.

TEX RETURN???? THE PERSON WAS TEX??? NOT CAROLINA???????

All the budget went to getting Kathleen to return after her fallout with Rooster Teeth.........

Okay wait so is Doc real? He was really giving hallucination.

Wait okay drop from the sky. If this ISNT Carolina. I'm ending it.

THANK FUCKING GOD. THANK GOD.

Again I don't really know why getting to her wasn't part of Epsilon's plan but WHATEVER. whatever. do Donut next.

Also I would love love LOVE for some Carolina and Tex moments after this fight. really rooting for the Bechdel test pass.

Okay we really kill Tex again huh. Should have put that on my Bingo card.

If the AIs in Meta!Tucker are fragments of Epsilon, meaning presumably when he fragmented the Epsilon memories would be gone, how does this Sigma know about Allison =Tex = Beta.

The cone on Grif did get me lmao.

EXPLAIN TO ME THE SWORD THING WHAT. Did Meta!Tucker say "You never were?" Am I missing something. That isn't how the swords work.

DONUT ONLY GETTING A CAMEO IN A CHEERLEADING OUTFIT GAG. HELLO. WHAT AM I MISSING HERE. WHY IS DONUT NOT HERE. also simmons gay thoughts.

why does simmons get the good throwing arm bit that was DONUTS thing. im about to break into Burnie's house. where is Donut.

Chex handhold walk into the white void. I should have put Chex on my bingo card.

Okay no so Doc still definitely a hallucination. What are we doing with this Burnie.

I'm counting Carolina looking sad at the smashed capture unit as Carolina Angst. Taking what I can get here.

Carolina just ignoring Wash mentioning Doc lmao.

OKAY NO WAIT. DOC DEAD. DIED IN THE CHORUS BATTLE. WASH BEING HAUNTED BY GUILT OF DEAD DOC. Burnie recon'd the brain trauma but was like wait. hold my beer.

this sad as hell actually. damn.

also the revival of wash/doc as a ship concept like DAMN where my recollection homies at for real. Remember in Chorus trilogy when the gag was nobody gave a shit about Doc and forgot about him in the transportation cubes. I know Doc fans eating. Except for how he's, you know, dead.

North and CT appearances. THERES my minor freelancer cameos.

Man I have SO many thoughts(tm) on this scene that I cannot articulate right I need to digest it for a little bit but. Giving all this angst to Wash (instead of Carolina). The scene on the beach in s15 being better because it wasn't slanted toward Wash. Why did I think Burnie was gonna do my girl right.

Agent One appearance..... oh wow...... yay............ 😑

Grif leaving without Simmons? No. no way.

Okay im gonna. Thats not. man.

Sorry I'm gonna get hung up on this in the Grimmons way first and then the rest of it after. WHY would you have the little "come with me" only to split up after. Not that I expected Grimmons lets be real but I didn't expect a split and more importantly I didnt expect a HALF BLOOD GULCH split up. Is the ending really for SIMMONS AND CABOOSE to be 1vs1'ing in the box canyon. Season 11 they were planning to go "home" and then the ship crashed. There is long since no Command. WHAT are they going to be doing there. Burnie ANSWER me.

okay credit rolling and they really gave Meta a stupid voice so Miles could do it huh. okay. They also gave him Sigma which I did catch in the voice acting.

the one Donut line WAS Dan Godwin. Mr Godwin what was your schedule like. PLEASE. could you really not reprise your roll. COULD THEY HAVE WRITTEN YOU OUT OF THE SEASON WITH A BIT MORE RESPECT, AND DARE I SAY GRAVITAS.

shout out to the one Andy line too lmao I didnt mention that earlier.

IT WAS THE BARE NAKED LADIES. THAT SONG. I KNEW IT. thats where the other half of the budget went I guess.

okay well. Its over. I need to collect my thoughts. And make a post.

[booktomoviebrawl]

We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

The Seeker: The Dark is Rising:

Painfully generic-dumbed-down-fantasy-action trying to channel better film franchises instead of the atmospheric, mythopoetic and lyrical children’s book it is technically based on. Bonus points for the open contempt people involved had for the source material, both in how they treated it and what they said about it.

BAD. Bad bad bad!! They completely changed Will's character. In the books he does get frustrated sometimes, but is mostly kind and patient and really makes you believe that he is both an ancient being and an 11 year old boy and in the movie they changed it so he's like really mad and angsty and just the total opposite of his actual character!! Absolute butchery. And they cut the Wild Hunt! And changed a bunch of other plot stuff and it overall just sucked.

where do I even begin. they made the main character American for no reason (this is perhaps the most egregious change), aged him up to 14, and added a straight romance subplot. they were so indecisive during production that they CUT AN ENTIRE MAIN CHARACTER in the time between the trailer and the actual film release. they completely fucked up all of Will’s family stuff. in pursuit of “relatability” they got rid of everything that makes the book good and put in THE most generic, poorly written, poorly acted (except Christopher Eccleston, who did okay), and poorly produced garbage. it was in theaters for like…less than a week; we were supposed to see it for my birthday but it was already gone. it doesn’t even have, like, half-decent special effects. it is an insult.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:

While Miss Peregrine was one of my favorite books as a kid and incredibly unique in the way the story is written (The author basically took a box of weird antique photographs and created an underlying story behind a handful of them) the movie is incredibly boring. Like seriously I can't remember a single goddamn thing about the movie besides my extreme disappointment with it after leaving the theatres. It's probably because the original is a trilogy but they didn't want to make it a trilogy for the movie so they just scrapped the ending of the first book and rewrote a shitty climax where they threw snowballs at the nightmare child eating creatures or something. I remember THAT scene perfectly because it was so, so dumb. It was so stupid oh my God- ALSO, thank God I have a copy of the book from before the film came out because new copies don't have one of the photographs that the actual book uses as a base anymore and instead have the shitty movie poster! We truly do live in a society.

Changed way too much so it doesn't feel like the same thing. The main characters are these kids with different abilities (called peculiarities) and the movie switches around their powers and changes almost everyone's age. Emma and Olive switch powers so that Emma now floats (they also added that she can kind of control air to some extent) when she's supposed to have fire powers to match her fiery personality. Olive can make fire now and she's also aged up from an eight year old to a teenager and put her in this weird romance with Enoch. Enoch is also aged up from a grumpy thirteen year old to around the same age as Olive. Bronwyn, one of the older kids in the book and sort of a motherly figure to the younger kids, is now one of the youngest kids. Hugh and Fiona are aged down and basically have no interaction at all in the movie, even when their book counterparts had such a good relationship. The only one they didn't really change was Horace and Jacob. They also added these gorgon twins that do like two things. The antagonist in the movie is Mr. Barron who honestly isn't super memorable and isn't in the books whatsoever. The ending of the movie is weird too because they manage to turn back time somehow so Jacob's grandfather isn't dead and then he hops through loops so he can be with Emma and the other peculiars. I guess the problem of wights and hollowgasts is magically eliminated and we do not have to deal with the consequences. It took six books to fix everything. I appreciate that the movie engaged me enough to read the series but once I did, I could not believe they did my kids that dirty.

Yikes where to start. The 3 girl characters are all mixed up. There are 2 teens, one who's super strong and has a brother (I'll get back to him) and one who controls fire and is the love interest named Emma. The third girl is a child called Olive who floats. She's lighter than air.

In the movie, strong girl is the child, olive is now the fire girl and is for some reason super introverted, and Emma the love interest floats and gets given a super breath??? Power?? Like she rises a sunken ship by blowing in and keeps a man blown against a wall by blowing air at him. He makes a remark that she'll run out of breath eventually, which happens here because plot convenience, but not when she's blowing in the sunken ship.

The enemies in the book are terrifying Hollows. Creatures who have lost themselves and devour souls of those with powers... The movie decides they eat eyes now. And turn human again. And get busted up in a fair for the final act of the movie. Ugh.

The movie also decides randomly that time travelling through the loops is a thing; a loop being a pocket of time that replays the same day over and over. But apparently this means Main Character can travel back in time and stop his grandfather dying??? What?? His grandfathers death is the whole start of the movie and motivation for the character.

The movie undermines many of things that made the book amazing and even decides it's not a trilogy anymore!! Fuck the other 2 books, right?!

Tldr; it is terribly hollywood-ised and t tim Burton ruined a franchise by trying too hard to make it quirky and fun when the books already had a brilliant sombre and interesting tone to them.

[thenightling]

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire review

I saw Ghostbusters Frozen Empire last night. And here is my review. It was decent but very flawed. I will list the flaws first to get them over with while I'm thinking about it. Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire is the fourth film in the original Ghostbusters franchise. it mostly deals with an ancient God getting unleashed. It's kind of ironic that the first heavy snow for most of the US came on the night of this movie's release.

There are many things I love about the film and I will list those last. First let's get the negative out of the way. The first is the script feels a bit confused. Some wording doesn't quite make sense, like multiple writers were trying to put the script together and didn't communicate well. I'm not too keen on the reveal that the Containment unit (where they store the captured ghosts) is just a "giant ghost trap." Ghostbusters: Afterlife already dealt with a "giant ghost trap" and it was very different. I much prefer how it was handled in The Real Ghostbusters animated series where the interior of The Containment unit was like a pocket dimension or version of limbo.

I don't like the dismissive "It was the eighties. No one was thinking about the future." Yes, they were.

I also don't like that they talk about "disposing" of ghosts while in the next breath it's revealed that the "Disposing of" is placing them in a new, bigger containment unit (with an interior "The size of the American West.") Now that's more like the animated series version. But the wording "disposed of" is weird when you know they mean capture and transport.

I also felt there was a bit of queer baiting with Phoebe and Melody (the ghost she befriends). There are some moments where I felt it looked like they were about to kiss. Not only that but the way Melody was introduced was off putting for me. It was almost like the audience was supposed to briefly mistake her as Egon's ghost returning and you sense that Phoebe was disappointed that it was not him.

Patton Oswalt was mostly just a glorified cameo but at least he got to give useful information even if he was just an "exposition faery."

Slimer was mostly there just to eat the other ghost called The Possessor. And how does a ghost eat another ghost? Even if Possessor was inside a pizza at the time. Wouldn't he just… go right through him? Since when is Slimer The Ghostbusters version of Kirby?

I also wish there was more use of pop and rock music like in the original first two Ghostbusters movies and the use of Cruel Summer in the first trailer for Ghostbusters Frozen Empire.

I also thought it was odd how easily Phoebe was tricked. I know a lot of intelligent people can be very naive but this was more than naive. It was a lampshaded (because the movie addreses how foolish she felt) "Plot induced stupidity."

My final complaint was Phoebe's (implied to be right) deduction that when a ghost settles their unfinished business and finds peace the ghost's particle disperse and the ghost becomes "part of the fabric of the universe." Too me this gives too much certainty to one particular "This is what happens after we die." And much like the "disposed of" like this is sort of contradicted as well because several times it's also suggested that even the ghosts that find peace are in tact somewhere.

I also couldn't quite tell if Paul Rudd's character had married Egon's daughter or not. They're obviously a couple but did they marry? If it was confirmed or not I must have missed it. I do like that Phoebe did call him Dad near the end though. That was sweet.

There's a bit of a sloppiness to the writing.

It also felt like the story didn't really get going until about three fourths into the movie.

The writing is the weakest part of the movie but there were things and ideas that I did like. I love the idea of Winston essentially forming the Ghostbusters equivalent of The Men in Black (that's how it feels). I love his research facility. I love his tech. I love that Ray was more pro-active in this and Peter Venkman got some new, good one liners. and he actually got the function as a real (though still manipulative) parapsychologist.

I love the use of practical effects. I always welcome tactile, real, old fashioned special effects over CG.

I still think Phoebe is a fantastic character and love her.

I do like that the new containment unit is going to be more like the version from the animated series and take up the psychic equivalent of the American West. But I still don't understand why the first containment unit was reduced to having just been "a giant ghost trap."

I do like Winston as the Ghostbusters equivalent of Nick Fury.

And I also liked that the movie had a feel to it similar to an episode of The Real Ghostbusters animated series.

I am also glad for the established tradition that each movie now ends with the original Ghostbusters theme song. I hope they keep that up. It always makes me smile. I liked it but I do think it's the weakest in the original franchise. Ghostbusters: Afterlife was better. As a Ghostbusters fan I won't say it was bad. I am likely to watch it again. And I still think it's better than Ghostbusters: Answer the Call. (Pretty much anything is better than that).

It's flawed but fun. It's just a decent popcorn movie.

And as a life-long Ghostbusters junkie I do hope more things come from this despite all the cynical articles saying to let the franchise die.

One article I saw whined about how they didn't know what demographic / target audience for the movie was. So? Who cares? I don't want a movie for a specific age group, gender, etc. I want a movie that multiple generations and people of all cultures can like. If I can say "Oh, this movie is for twelve-year-old boys." or "Oh, this is for thirty-something men." or "This is for college age women." i tend to get bored and see it as pandering. Just tell a good story and the audience will find it.

This isn't the best Ghostbusters movie ever made but it's not the worst either. It's just the weakest of the original continuity but it is still enjoyable. I liked it.

[crowdvscritic]

round up // APRIL 23

A selection of words capturing my April pop culture experiences:

Museum

Podcast

Amy Sherman-Palladino

Muppets

Vampire

Nike

American Girl dolls

Read on for everything that brought me joy this month!

April Crowd-Pleasers

1. Renfield (2023)

Did I write a review of Renfield, an ode to the two Nic(k)s, or analysis of the Great Resignation? Yes, yes, and yes. Read whatever, in fact, I wrote at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

2. SNL Round Up

Whether they’re spoofing my childhood toys, my young adulthood wedding commitments, or my love for the Jonas Brothers, the crew in Studio 8H has been keeping me laughing this Spring.

“Southwest Airlines Announcement” (4811 with Michael B. Jordan) 

“The Big Hollywood Quiz” (4812 with Pedro Pascal) - A great example of how no one watches the same things anymore

“Waking Up” (4812)

“Protective Mom” (4812)

“Lisa From Temecula” (4812)

“American Girl Café” (4814 with Travis Kelce)

“Bridesmaid Cult Documentary” (4816 with Quinta Brunson) - I feel seen

"Weekend Update: Co-Worker Who's Extremely Busy Doing Seemingly Nothing on Returning to the Office” (4817 with Molly Shannon) - I feel attacked

“Sally O'Malley: Jonas Brothers” (4817)

“American Girl Doll Movie Trailer” (4818 with Ana de Armas)

3. Descanso Gardens

Because I can’t resist a botanical garden! Gardens are becoming a go-to attraction for me on vacations, and the Descanso Gardens in Los Angeles did not disappoint. The day we went was not too crowded but was impressive enough to earn a huge crowd—a hidden gem for LA tourists!

4. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Panel at PaleyFest

The gardens were lovely, but there were two other attractions that were the real reason for my visit to Los Angeles. The first was PaleyFest to see Amy Sherman-Palladino, Daniel Palladino, and the cast of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel! Just before the fifth and final season started on Amazon Prime, we heard Alex Borstein and Rachel Brosnahan share their mourning process for the show’s ending, Caroline Aaron and Michael Zegen reflect on what these roles have meant to them, and Tony Shalhoub crack up the crowd. (And who knew I would be so starstruck by him? When he came on stage I wanted to scream, “YOU WERE SO GOOD IN GALAXY QUEST!”) Check out SO IT’S A SHOW’s Instagram for more highlights from when my podcast co-host Kyla and I visited the Dolby Theatre (home of the Oscars!).

4. John Mulaney: Baby J (2023)

A full year ago I saw John Mulaney on his From Scratch tour, and now you can enjoy the set at home. His joke about not being interested in science “from magnets to ducks” did not make the cut (and alas now I can’t remember the setup for that punchline), but the other 90% of a show that made me laugh so hard I cried is preserved forever.

5. The Muppets. (2015-16)

Why did this gem only last 16 episodes? In this one-season single-cam sitcom, the Muppets are working on Late Night with Miss Piggy, a setting that could’ve produced comedy gold for years. With the frazzled Kermit producing, the Electric Mayhem as the in-studio band, and celebrity guests through the felt nose, I’m glad I checked out these 16 eps even though they ended on a cliffhanger. If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like for Miss Piggy to date Josh Groban or to hold grudges against every blonde actress in Hollywood, you won’t want to miss it either.

7. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret. (2023)

Special in the way that the best coming-of-age movies are. I suspect Margaret’s insecurities about boys, bras, and besties will feel relatable to Gens Z and Alpha if for no other reason than this movie’s depiction felt scarily accurate to my own experience in the mid-2000s. I promise I will never start a review with the story of my first period ever again! At least, probably—at the rate we're going, it will never be apropos again. Read the full review at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

April Critic Picks

1. AIR (2023)

Is it controversial to say Matt and Ben’s collabs only get better? If we're playing Greatest/Best/Favorite, this might be my new ranking:

Greatest: Good Will Hunting

Best: The Last Duel

Favorite: AIR

Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. The Academy Museum

The other reason I went out to Los Angeles: After years of pandemic-caused delays, I finally made it to the Academy Museum! Six floors of movie and Oscars history and memorabilia? You know I’m in my happy place, but casual movie fans will find something for them, too. Some of my favorite exhibits included the several-stories high Mount Rushmore backdrop used in North by Northwest, the gallery that used The Godfather to show each element of filmmaking, and the pianos from Casablanca. Fanny’s (named for Barbra Streisand’s character in Funny Girl) serves exceptional museum food, and I learned about deep cut filmmakers and movements I was only vaguely familiar with before I went. I’d give the Academy a gold statue for museum execution if I could!

3. Good Reads

A miscellaneous round up of good stuff I’ve read lately…

Final thoughts on 2022 Awards Season:

“How Avatar: The Way of Water Can Make $2 Billion and Still Feel Irrelevant,” Vox.com (2023)

“How Did We Let the Golden Globes Back In?” LATimes.com (2022)

Unexpected responses to Cocaine Bear:

“An Attempt to Define the ‘Good for Her’ Cinematic Universe,” Vulture.com (2023)

“The Case for Cocaine Bears,” Slate.com (2023)

Glitches in the Sports Industry Matrix:

“America’s Bad Bet on Expanding Legal Sports Gambling,” Vox.com (2023)

“Will Damar Hamlin’s Injury Change the NFL? Why a Safer Game Could Turn Away Fans,” LATimes.com (2023)

Watching trends that need to be fixed:

“Mumbling Actors, Bad Speakers or Lazy Listeners? Why Everyone is Watching TV With Subtitles On,” TheGuardian.com (2023)

“Television Is Going Exactly the Wrong Direction. I Know the Solution.” Slate.com (2023)

Explorations of our malaise at work:

“How to Care Less About Work,” TheAtlantic.com (2021)

“The Age of the Crisis of Work,” Harpers.org (2023)

All the ways—okay, just some of the way—social media is on the struggle bus right now:

“Why Every App Now Feels Like TikTok, but Worse,” NYMag.com (2023)

“How Elon Musk Turned the Blue Check Mark Into a Scarlet Letter,” Slate.com (2023)

“Commentary: If Twitter Finally Dies, Where Do We Find the Smart People?” LATimes.com (2023)

And even more miscellaneous good reads: 

“You’ll Feel Better if You Go Outside,” NewYorker.com (2021)

“The Oral History of Helm’s Deep,” Inverse.com (2022)

“I’ve Had It With Stunt Ice Cream Flavors,” Eater.com (2023)

“Clothes Make the Con Man,” NYTimes.com (2023)

“Hailey Bieber, Selena Gomez, and the Easter Egg-ification of the Hollywood Feud,” Vox.com (2023)

“Why Are TV Writers So Miserable?” NewYorker.com (2023)

4. Current Exhibits at the St. Louis Art Museum

My membership to the SLAM always pays off. In April I indulged in two special exhibits:

The Age of Armor, which showcases the history of armor and battle gear with an emphasis on suits of armor. The galleries did a great job explaining how the armor functioned and provided model pieces to try yourself, but you know my favorite part was the Black Panther and Star Wars costumes at the end!

Monet/Mitchell: Painting the French Landscape compares the work of Claude Monet and American expat Joan Mitchell, and it brought me back to my magical trip to Giverny last summer! 

5. The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex (1939)

Sumptous costumes and sets, Bette Davis doing the most acting, and Errol Flynn at his handsomest. This Queen Elizabeth I costume drama from Michael Curtiz is maximalist in aesthetic and romantic at its heart. Crowd: 7/10 // Critic: 9/10

6. Under the Umbrella: A Little Women Podcast (2023-)

Little Women superfans unite! Kate and Kelsey (friends and both teachers) are analyzing the book and film versions from every angle, and if you love the March sisters, Louisa May Alcott, or Greta Gerwig, they are going to be your new best friends. 

7. Just Like Us: The Tabloids That Changed America (2022)

Last spring the Ringer Dish podcast did a deep dive into the ‘00s tabloids and their obsession with Brangelina, Bennifer, and ‘90s child stars gone wild—so basically everything I obsessed over in middle school. Bottom line: They probably didn’t make our world better, but those mags (and emerging online blogs and reality TV) sure tapped into parts of our brains that made them addictive. This eight-episode series challenges any assumption we have about about celebrity gossip being harmless—or frivolous.

Until May’s Round Up…

In spite of the current state of things, I’m still tweeting in denial as @tblake24. Come join me until this platform burns to the ground!

If you want real-time updates on what I’m watching and loving, you can also find me as @tblake24 on Letterboxd. 

Photo credits: Good Reads, Under the Umbrella, Just Like Us. Descanso Gardens, PaleyFest, Academy Museum, and SLAM my own. All other IMDb.com. 

[rafesangelita]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 THE BLACKEST DAY

PAIRING: dealer!rafe x fem!pogue!reader

SUMMARY: ❝i got you where i want you, you’re deader than ever, and falling for forever.❞ — a deal gone wrong leads to you and rafe being stuck in the same room together.

WARNINGS: enemies to lovers, forced proximity (kinda), playful banter, bickering, mild slut shaming, mentions of drugs, dealing of drugs, mentions of violence, dirty talk, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, baby trapping threats, finger sucking, slight degradation, slapping, cream pie

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

LINKS: series masterlist | next chapter

“i need the both of you to just calm down, alright?” barry stepped between you and rafe, both of you glaring at each other with a dangerous glint in your eyes. “if he’s in, then i’m out. i’m not gonna work with a fucking kook.” you spat, shoving barry’s hand away. “yeah? well i don’t wanna work with you either, pogue.” rafe shot back. “y’all don’t have a choice a’ight? i can’t go anywhere with this fuckin’ monitor on my ankle, so i need you two to do this deal for me. i’ll double the pay for the inconvenience.” barry cursed under his breath, plopping down on the couch.

rafe gave you a once over, his eyes lingering on your exposed cleavage. “where’d you even find this girl, barry? she looks like a walking felony.” you didn’t miss the way rafe licked his lips before taking a seat. you scoffed, fixing your top. “please, you want to talk about what i’m wearing? what about that collar? what are you, nine?” barry shook his heaad. “yeah, i’m nine in my pants, babe. wanna find out?” rafe leaned back in his chair, chewing on his gum as he looked up at you. “aw, you wish.” you blew him a kiss, rolling your eyes when he blew you one back.

“alright, listen. y’all are gonna meet up with this guy on the south side. let him give you the money first, and then you give him the blow. standard shit.” barry shrugged, handing you the bag with the stuff. “rafe, i already sent you the meeting place, so just come back as soon as you can.” you pulled your mini skirt down as you walked past him, his eyes burning into your skin. “this guy.. is he dangerous?” you turned around, rafe already on your tail. “not really, he knows me, you should be fine.” rafe shooed you out the door, his fingertips skimming your lower back. “watch your hands, asshole.” he laughed, watching your hips sway as you walked to his truck.

“it’s a shame you’re such a bitch, you’re pretty hot.” he started driving away from barry’s trailer. “and you’re not.” you tucked the bag in your side, checking your lip gloss in the mirror. rafe would never admit it out loud, but he loved your snappy attitude. all the girls he encountered were too nice, and too willing to let him do whatever he wanted. he liked a challenge, and you didn’t fail to give him that. “just so you know, i’m doing all the talking when we get there.” you two spent the rest of the ride making smart remarks to one another until finally, the house came into view.

“you stay here, i’ll be right back.” he reached over, eyes flickering down to your lips before grabbing the bag. you watched him walk inside, salivating at the sight of his muscles moving under his shirt. time moved fast, and before you knew it, rafe had already been gone for twenty minutes. “where is he?” you muttered to yourself, glancing at the front door. you don’t know why but you had an awful feeling about this. cursing under your breath, you did the last thing anyone should do, and got off the truck.

making your way up the steps to the front door, you hesitantly knocked, waiting anxiously for someone to answer. sure enough, a guy wearing all black opened the door, two more men behind him. “hi, um- i’m a friend of barry’s, and someone else came in here a while ago, i was wondering if he’s almost done, with the deal i mean.” the guy gave you a once over. “is he your boyfriend or somethin’?” you shook your head immediately.

“god, no! i have somewhere to be and he’s taking long, i just need him to come back already.” you hid your phone in the waistband of your skirt as you stepped in, the sound of the door locking making you turn around. there was no sign of rafe anywhere, and your skin was starting to crawl with the way the whole room stared you down. “you know what.. i’ll just go wait for him the way i was- ow!” you yelped when you felt someone pick you up, their arms practically digging in your ribcage as they dragged you down a dark hallway.

rafe heard you screaming, shooting up from the bed as he fought to open the door. “you’re hurting me!” you cried, whimpering when he threw you into the same room that rafe was in. “you didn’t have to manhandle her, asshole!” he shouted, helping you up from the floor. once you gained your balance, you pushed him away. “you don’t need to do that.” a small flash of hurt passed over rafe’s face as he took a few steps back. “why the fuck did you get off the truck?” he started pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands.

“you were taking forever, i just wanted to see if you were okay! oh my god, is that a crime?” you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “you push me away when i’m checking on you, but you enter a stranger’s house to make sure i’m alright? how does that work?” he laughed bitterly, a small gasp leaving your lips when you spotted blood on his knuckles. “who knows what they’re gonna do to us now..” he cursed under his breath, making your eyebrows knit in confusion. “what are you talking about?” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“barry must’ve given us the wrong bag. they weighed everything after they gave me the money, and they were two kilos short. ‘now they think i’m trying to run a play on them.” he sat down. “after they kicked my ass i told them i came alone and they just put me in here.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated groan emitting from his throat. you stayed silent for a moment. “why did you tell them you were by yourself?” you finally asked. “so that they wouldn’t look in the truck and take you next, but it looks like you saved them the work and did it yourself.” he looked over at you, fully expecting you to shoot back with something sarcastic, but instead he was met with your teary eyes.

“i figured you’d just leave with the truck and tell barry something was up.” you glared at him. “you thought i would just leave you here? i may be a bitch, rafe, but i’m not heartless.” he nodded. “yeah i’m gathering that.” you sniffled, suddenly remembering that you were crying in front of this man. “i’m gonna get us out of here, alright?” you wiped your cheeks, getting up to check the windows. “they’re bolted shut, i already tried.” you groaned, plopping back down on the bed with a sigh. “well i guess it’s a good thing i brought my phone.” you took out the device, tapping on barry’s contact.

rafe looked at you in disbelief, taking the phone from your hands as he pressed it against his ear. “fuck, he’s not answering.” he whispered, calling him once more. “give me it!” you grabbed it, making rafe roll his eyes. “hello?” barry spoke into the receiver. “hey, dickhead, you shorted us and now we’re in deep shit.” rafe shushed you, his eyes widening as the lock on the door started rattling. “you better get us out of this!” you hung up, stuffing the phone in your pocket at the same time one of the guys walked in.

“what are you two huddled up in the corner for?” he arched a brow. rafe cleared his throat. “what? i can’t talk to my girl?” you blinked, flashing the man in black an awkward smile. “look, i don’t care what you do, boss man is trying to figure out a way to get the rest of what he paid for. your guy isn’t the easiest person to get ahold of.” you eyed the gun in the waistband of his belt. “yeah, well you tell ‘boss man’ that we’re just delivering, we don’t have anything to do with the missing blow.” he waved you off, locking the door behind him. rafe’s shoulders fell in relief. “you need to watch that mouth of yours.” rafe grabbed you, backing you up into the wall.

“or what?” he clenched his jaw, the last band of patience he had left, snapping. without warning, he dragged you over to the bed, climbing on top of you as you gazed up at him. “alright, you know what? let’s settle this shit right now. bickering with you was fun the first ten minutes, now it’s just pissing me off. what’s your problem?” the rough material of his jeans scratched against your skin. “one minute you’re insulting me, and then you’re getting down to check on me in the middle of a deal, the next. sounds like you’re having trouble picking a side.” he laughed. “i’m the one having trouble picking a side? i can’t tell if you hate me most of the time or if you want to fuck me.” it was your turn to laugh.

he studied you, letting his eyes wander to where your tits practically spilled out of your top. rafe would be lying if he said he didn’t regularly think of having his way with you, sometimes wishing he could stuff his cock in your mouth to shut you up. “and what if i do?” he ran a hand down your arm, watching as your nipples hardened through your blouse. “you hate me? i hate you too,” you shivered, taking your top off, revealing your bare chest to him, “you want to fuck me? i want to fuck you too.” rafe cursed, the sight of you underneath him, topless and pretty, forever ingrained into his brain.

“i don’t think i should give you what you want.” he cupped your tits, squeezing as hard as he can before rolling your nipples between his fingers. you hissed at the pain, a smile forming on your lips as you palmed him through his pants. “it looks like you want me more than i want you,” you giggled, eyeing the erection in his pants. “how pathetic.” rafe wanted nothing more than to fuck you until you were a crying mess for him, and he wasn’t going to leave from here until that happened. without another word, he yanked you up, flipping you over on your tummy as he pulled your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion.

you gasped, letting out a yelp when his hand came down and smacked your ass. he kicked your legs apart, wasting no time in running his fingers between your folds. he gritted his teeth at the sight. you were glistening with how wet you were. he groaned, pulling a handful of your hair, forcing you to look at his digits before bringing them to your lips. “you’ve been soaked all fucking day,” he watched as you sucked on his fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself, “how pathetic.” rafe used your words against you as he forced your head into the sheets. you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you heard the clink of his belt, the heavy leather snapping against the skin of your thigh.

“fuck,” you whimpered. rafe rubbed the now reddening skin, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “someone can walk in here at any moment, so i’d suggest you shut the fuck up.” his jeans pooled at his ankles as he lifted your hips in the air, using one hand to arch your back, and the other to line himself up with your entrance. you had to cover your mouth in order to muffle the moans falling from your lips as the head of rafe’s cock stroked your clit. “fuck, ‘been wanting to do this for a long time.” with a small groan, rafe pushed himself inside of you, your velvety walls fluttering around the welcomed intrusion.

“holy shit.” his head rolled to the side, his eyebrows knitting in pleasure. “you feel so fucking good.” he wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling the makeshift ponytail as he thrusted into you. your mouth fell open in a silent moan, a small cry emitting from your mouth. “don’t want you to stop.” you whined, looking back at rafe with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. one look at your face made him curse under his breath, your eyes sparkling under the soft light of the room. “you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” he cupped your cheeks, taking your lips in a searing kiss.

your eyes fluttered shut as rafe pushed your head down once more. “m’gonna make you take every inch of this fuckin’ cock.” you pulled away momentarily, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. “you’re not in all the way?” rafe smiled, shaking his head. “i’m only at about half.” as if on cue, rafe’s hand came up to cover your mouth, muffling your scream when he fully pushed himself into you. the feeling of his cock filling you up to the hilt was unlike anything you ever felt before. rafe was doing everything he could to contain himself. embarrassingly enough for him, he felt like he was well on his way to cumming inside you.

he looked down, absolutely mesmerized by the way your pussy took him with ease. “oh my, fuck!” you reached back, holding onto his wrist as your hips started to meet his thrusts. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, both of you not caring who heard anymore. rafe grunted, pulling out as he flipped you over on your back. “i wanna see your face.” he breathed, his fingers attacking your clit. your nails raked down his chest, stars exploding from behind your irises. rafe felt his balls tighten as he neared his climax. “are you on the pill?” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

you blinked slowly, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. “no..” you blinked slowly, a whimper falling from your lips as rafe lightly slapped your cheek. “no?” his jaw clenched, the revelation somehow turning him on even more. “i could baby trap you right now, ‘make you stay inside the house the way you’re supposed to,” your eyes rolled back as your thighs started trembling around his waist. rafe’s hips stuttered once he felt you clenching around him. “you’d want that, wouldn’t you? ‘wanna be taken care of?” you nodded, your orgasm hitting at the same time rafe filled you up with his load. he pulled you into his chest, keeping you still as you writhed beneath him.

“rafe!” you cried, tears threatening to spill at the overstimulation. “i know,” he kissed the crown of your head, “fuckin’ hell, i know.” he groaned, slowly coming to a stop. you were still dazed, your fingers running across his buzzed head as you reveled in the feeling of his weight on top of you. the two of you laid in silence, rafe’s chin resting in the crook of your neck. “are you okay?” he pressed a kiss against your skin, gazing down at you in all your sex afterglow.

you smiled shyly, making him stroke the side of your face. “we should give ‘not hating each other’ a try.” rafe helped you get dressed, putting his own clothes on soon after. “yeah, we should. you kinda cummed inside me, so..” he nodded, his lips forming a straight line. “yeah, i did. are you freaked out by that? ‘cause i’m not.” you laughed at how nonchalant he was at the whole thing. “i guess if you’re not, then i’m not.” you shrugged. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “you’re a little misogynistic when you’re horny.” he hummed. “yeah? well, you came right after i said you belong in the house.” just as you were about to shoot back with something, the door slammed open.

“your guy came through with the stuff, both of you freaks could leave now.”