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joshfutturman · 5 months ago

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'i'll crawl home to you' 18+

oneshot - david is leaving for his mission tomorrow, neither of you want to say goodbye. you have one last night together. (2.6k) pairing - david (long gone heroes 2024) & afab!reader (gn pronouns) a/n - life works fast but a thirsty jhutch fan works faster. :3 ik he's in the trailer for 0.2 seconds but i needed a fic now using what we know so far! yes the title is a hozier reference tags - sappy, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), wet mentions, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex, reader rides david, angsty, david whimpers lol, slight dirty talk, pet names.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the words between you are charged, heated, dripping with emotion. how can you let him go? his eyes glisten in the moonlight sneaking into the window of your small apartment, your eyes mirror his - but you can't cry, you can't, you can't waste a single second.

your hands are on his chest, tracing softly across his shirt. the silence lingers in the air, words unspoken. suddenly his hands are cupping your cheeks, forcing your wandering gaze to land on him.

"baby," david whispers, voice trembling, "i'll be back soon, i promise. ."

you don't believe him.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, then finally your lips. and you melt into him, instantly leaning forward as you grip his shirt, almost afraid to let go. you'd hoped that his background and specialisation in technology would keep him away from the front lines. yet, here you were, preparing to say goodbye.

it's one word you couldn't bring yourself to say, 'goodbye'. because you're afraid that the moment it leaves your lips, you'll break down. you're afraid it'll be the last thing you'll ever say to him. no word or sentence feels good enough, feels big enough.

so you both leave that word behind for now, for tonight.

your lips dance with his, moving fluidly together until your tongue seeks entry into his mouth. he gasps softly, his grip on your cheeks growing tighter as he pulls you back against the wall, steadying himself. david pants softly through the kiss, hand tracing along your cheek to find its place at the back of your head, guiding you closer.

his little sounds, oh how you love them - soft gasps and whimpers that he tries to swallow back, tries to drown out within the shape of your mouth.

he takes a step forward causing you to step backwards, following his lead obediently as he leads you to the bed. you'd follow him anywhere. you feel the plush mattress behind your knees and let him guide you down as he nestles on top of you. relishing his body above yours, you tug at his belt, but he quickly brings a hand down to guide you away. he wants something else first.

pulling back from the kiss, he looks into your eyes - and fuck, you can't explain the emotion that washes over you, the surge of feelings that threaten to bring words crashing to the surface of your lips. before you know it, he's kissing along your jaw, trailing his loving lips down the curve of your neck.

david finds his home at the apex of your legs, spreading your legs apart and squeezing at your thighs, kneading the soft skin there as it gives way to his movements. he knows you're wet already, he can see it clear as day - the way you're leaking through your shorts. the room is dark, but he's thankful for the small slivers of moonlight that manage to find their way inside to illuminate you just enough for him to make out that body of yours that he loves so much.

he wants to say he's going to miss this, to miss you.

. . . but the look in his eyes speaks volumes, he doesn't need to say anything.

lifting one of your legs, he brings your ankle to his lips, kissing along your silky skin, up over your calf before he nuzzles between your thighs. instantly, your hand is on the back of his head, fingertips gripping his hair, silently asking for more.

your eyes find his as he looks up at you, watching the beads of sweat form on his forehead from the clammy room - the environment growing hotter by the second as he anticipates tasting you. his hands snake up to pull your shorts down, being gentle with you, worshipping you like it's his last chance.

tossing them to the side, he takes a second to remove his shirt and you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of him. his fuzzy chest, lightly tanned skin, eyes trailing the line of hair that leads right down to his happy trail, disappearing into his shorts.

his head lowers again, wrapping his arms around your thighs and immediately his tongue licks a stripe across your underwear earning a soft hiss from you. your head spins, the friction so light, not quite what you're craving but almost. honestly, you'd take anything he wanted to give you, david never has to try hard to get you off.

david's eyes close, sucking and licking through the fabric, practically growling against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. you're moaning loudly already, you can't help it, he knows your body like it's his own. . . he knows how to make you feel good, his head between your thighs practically every time he can get his hands on you.

before you know it, you're grinding up against his lips and he groans in approval, sliding your underwear to the side to really taste you. there's something about the quiet bedroom being filled with only the sounds of your soft gasps, his groans and the subtle almost inaudible licking against you - that really gets you whining.

you suck your stomach in, feeling as his tongue glides lazily across you. and god, you love the way he looks with his tongue hanging from his mouth as he diligently laps at you, eyes glazed with pure want, fucking drunk from your taste.

but he doesn't want you to cum yet.

pulling back, your muscles relax at his absence, melting into the bed. and it's not long before you're craving him again, aching to have him, to be filled. you want all of him, you want to memorise the feel of his fingers pumping inside of you, the feeling of his veiny cock thrusting deep, that look in his eye when he's about to cum. . .

you want to remember everything.

he's lining himself up, but not before you reach down to take him in your hand, wanting - no, needing to feel him. he mutters something that sounds like a pet name, whatever it is that he said was laced with relief.

his cock is throbbing, palms resting on your thighs as he bucks into your fist. you watch as his eyes flutter closed, lips parting as he pants. just as quickly as they close, they open again and he's looking down at you through those thick, beautiful eyelashes of his. david's eyes trail across your body as though he's committing you to memory.

"so pretty, my pretty boy. . ." you coo, pumping him a little faster.

it's the first words you've spoken in what feels like forever, pretty boy rings in his ears over and over. he bites his lip and nods, a hand inching beneath your shirt and resting on the plush skin of your stomach to steady himself. the sensation of his hand against your skin feels so good, enjoying his thick digits spreading across your stomach. you wonder if his hands will feel as soft when he returns.

you see that familiar look on his face, the way his brows twitch upwards, jaw-dropping a little further, his adams apple bobbing as he swallows harshly. he's gonna cum.

the movement stills, your hand withdrawing from him and it brings him back to earth suddenly. his eyes dart down to yours and he takes his hand from your thigh to grab his cock, positioning it against your begging entrance.

slowly, he runs his tip along your dripping folds as he pushes your underwear to the side once more, biting his lip at the combined sensation of your soaked skin and the way your underwear creates more friction against his hard length. you can't help but let out a whiny moan as his dick brushes past your sensitive clit. a few more passes and he begins to sink into you. his mouth falls open into an o shape and he pushes against your stomach.

you move your thighs wider, opening up for him, practically inviting, (or maybe begging), him inside. you weren't even completely undressed, still in your shirt and underwear - but that's no obstacle for him, for either of you.

"that's it. . ." he whispers, lowering himself as he places his hand beside your head, lips inches from yours as his other hand stays firmly planted on your tummy, "that's it baby, just like that. . ."

his fucking voice, you couldn't handle it when he gets low and raspy like that, like you know it's taking all of his self-control not to just buck into you and bury himself deep on the first thrust. but you were taking him so well, his eyes glancing down to watch his thick cock disappear inside of you.

in your mind you can see it, the way he fills you up so perfectly like he was made for you. and he was.

your hand cups his cheek, the other gripping at his wrist on your stomach to keep it in place. you lock eyes as he pushes in deeper before eventually bottoming out, his hips gently coming into contact with yours.

he huffs, swallowing hard as he closes his eyes for a moment - he'll cum too soon if he thinks too hard, he wants you so fucking badly. he wants to fuck you all night, to have you in every position, every room in the apartment. pressed against the window so everyone can see, in the shower with your leg hoisted up as he pumps into you from behind, on the sofa as you ride him - he wanted you every single way.

because after tonight, he knows it could be forever and a day until he sees you again - if at all. and that thought sticks in the back of his mind, creeping into his thoughts and eating away at the anxiety that was already bubbling there without his permission.

your thumb brushes against his cheek, trying to coax him back to reality, bring him back into the moment. "david, baby. . ." you murrmur, "where did you go? stay with me."

his eyes find yours in the darkness, unaware he'd even lost himself in his thoughts. "i'm sorry. . ." he whispers, "i'm sorry. . ." david repeats, leaning in to kiss you softly, apologetically, tenderly.

he doesn't need to say, doesn't need to speak his worries aloud. you knew where his mind went, because yours was there too.

breaking the kiss, you whisper once more, "stay with me," and you press your forehead to his as his hips begin to move. breath hitching in your throat, you feel as his cock slips out and then back in with ease. you both sigh in satisfaction as he finally begins to fuck you.

david is setting a steady pace, brows arching in concentration as he loses himself in the feeling of being inside of you. your body is pushed into the mattress with each thrust, moans spilling from your lips, your wetness creating lewd damp noises as his hips connect with yours.

your hands wrap around his body, tracing small patterns up across the skin on his back, making note of each bump or birthmark you find there. but you can see he's still struggling to clear his mind, to bring himself into the moment.

shuffling, you roll him over, straddling him with his cock still buried inside of you. his eyes widen, looking up at you with those gorgeous, lost puppy dog eyes that have you weak every time, as his hands grip your hips.

"it's okay, i've got you. . ." you whisper, beginning to bounce on him, back arching from the change in angle.

he swallows hard, "fuck, baby. . ." he hums as he bites his lip, meeting your every thrust as he pushes up into you.

it's not long before you're unable to keep upright, hands coming down to rest on either side of his head as he fucks fervently up into you, skin slapping against skin, pace increasing.

"david. . ." his name drips from your lip like honey, like you want him even though you already have him, like you're calling him back from the edge, a begging tone. your eyes lock with his below you, his cock making easy work of your silky walls. you're not sure you've ever been this wet.

he moans your name in return, nodding as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, gently running a thumb across your skin. you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, bouncing on his cock all pretty for him. he'll remember this on lonely nights, on nights where he's a million miles away, his hand wrapped around his dick, spreading thick ropes of white hot cum over his bedsheets as he whispers your name under his breath.

"i love you, god, david i-" you whine, kissing his lips lazily, unable to kiss him with any real purpose due to the way your orgasm is building in your lower belly.

your whispered confession almost makes him cum on the spot, feeling his dick twitch inside. "love you too, love you so fuckin' much. . ."

and finally, his mind is clear, he can only focus on how good you feel wrapped so tightly around him, the way you're working him so well with every thrust, the way your body feels below his grasp.

he loves every inch of you. inside and out.

"can i cum inside?" he gasps abruptly, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, the hand on your cheek sliding down over your neck and along your chest. he's not sure he can pull out, and something about leaving you pumped full of him before he leaves makes him dizzy with need.

"cum for me," you plea, "cum inside me please, need it - need you. . . i. . . i can't-"

roughly, he yanks you down into a deep and passionate kiss, one that turns sloppy as he feels himself begin to pump his cum deep inside of you. you gasp, moaning deeply into his mouth as you feel him fill you up all the way. you're trying to moan his name, whispering small 'i love yous' but he's still kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth.

and it's enough to send you spiralling over the edge, clenching down around him over and over as you cum around his girthy length.

his breath hitches, eyes rolling back as you milk him with each spasm, bucking up into you in a faltering rhythm that has you seeing stars.

slowly, the world begins to return as you both ride it out, still bouncing a little on his cock before stilling and laying against his chest. he wraps his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head as you both pant.

a gentle silence fills the room, save for your combined ragged panting, and you cherish it. you cherish the feeling of his skin against yours, his protective embrace, his scent, the sound of his breathing. . . you could go on listing the things you're committing to memory, but it would take all night.

this continues for some time, the both of you falling into a peaceful moment, one you'll remember forever.

you're scared to speak, scared to break the silence. talking makes it real, it makes everything real, and each tick of the clock brings you closer to his departure.

"just. . . promise you'll come back to me." you finally say, voice breaking against his chest as your lip quivers against your attempts to stop it.

the words hit him hard, each one ricocheting in his mind. his grip on you instinctively tightens, he'll do everything in his power to make sure he comes home to you.

"i promise," david vows, "i'll come home to you."

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carolmunson · 2 years ago

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love language six

love language set list another sunday another sun-slay -- ft. dad!eddie and flashback child!eddie love language blurbies are back in action -- again, these are just vingettes into a relationship with eddie no chronological timeline, no story -- just mini moments. this is longer than my other love language blurbs. reader discretion is advised: eighteen plus content. this blurb explores the concept of eddie being a child of abuse that sides with the abuser for his own safety and struggles with that as an adult. some content in this work may be uncomfortable to read, and if dv or abuse is triggering for you, i would not recommend reading it -- this work features rough language, references to abuse, abusive language, descriptions of abuse, and attempted domestic violence. the ending is not sad, i promise.

1971, Forest Hills Trailer Park sherri munson squats down in a shift dress with flowers that match the ones growing in the patch outside of the kiddie park. her sandals crease. the skin by her eyes has too. up all the time, just waiting. waiting for her boy to cry. waiting for her husband to come home. waiting for the cops to show up. she was gonna be a dancer one day. now she stays up and waits. now she just fights with her son about when it’s time to leave the park.

'well i don't have to listen to you anyway!' he whines, ripping his hand away from her with all his five year old body could muster. 'yes you do, eddie honey, i'm your mom,' she tries to laugh it off, but it comes out half-hearted. the other mothers at the park look at her, their eyes burn as hard as her husband hits.

'no you're not!' he yells, stomping while she takes his hand again. 'eddie, yes i am, i'm your mother, let's go,' she urges. he rips his hand away again and raises it the way her husband does when he's warning her.

'you're -- you're what daddy says you are, mommy,' he yells, tearing up in anger, not sure where to put it. she tries to reach for him but he brings his hand down to strike, only cutting through the air.

'baby, we just have to go home from the park, we can come back tomorrow,' she pleads.

'daddy's right, what he said to you this mornin’ -- you’re – you're a fuckin' idiot.' he sounds like like him, just smaller. she knows he doesn't know what he's saying, what that means. but it hurts the same way it hurt at breakfast when she spilled some coffee on the counter. maybe worse. she can't find it in herself to yell at him.

'that was a very mean thing to say to mommy, ed,' she mutters, the balloon in her chest swelling and swelling, 'say you're sorry.'

'why should i? daddy never has to say sorry,' he shouts while she catches him by the hand again. the other mom's sizzling stares soften, perfectly plucked brows raising. she can almost hear their necks turn to give each other knowing glances.

'that's just how your daddy is, ed,' she sighs, watching him pout at her with big glassy brown eyes, 'let's go home, baby. i'll make you some chocolate milk with your lunch.'

that perks him up and he smiles, hand clasping in hers while the others watch them leave like a bad car wreck. she tries not to hear them whisper, she tries not to hear their words travel through the wind and blow through her hair, through her chest. it's not anything she hasn't heard before.

she’s doing dishes when ed's daddy and wayne come home from lake doing some fishing. wayne moved in next door after the first time alan put her in the hospital. eddie was too young to remember that part, old enough to remember that mrs. marsden let him have so many popsicles when he stayed with her that his tongue was blue for two days.

she focuses on the rush of the water and the ‘scratch, scratch, scratch’ of the sponge on a pan that never feels clean. she swallows while her husband's keys jingle in the door. her eyes watch the suds slide off the pan in a cloud, scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing -- maybe if she just stares down at the sink she’ll go right down the drain. then she won’t have to –

"hi honey," she says down to the counter next to the sink. eddie sits at the kitchenette table, nursing his glass of chocolate milk.“hi daddy,” he says quietly, big brown eyes follow his father’s every move – half scared, half enamored. big man. big angry man. never hits him, just hits mommy. so he must be good if that’s what happens. he must be so good.

"hm," he grunts, door slamming behind him. it doesn’t take long when he’s in one of his moods. he stalks down past the living room and into the bedroom to change out of his sticky clothes – summer heat making him slide like a snake back out to the kitchen. “house is a fuckin’ mess sherri,” he says. big man. big angry man. boa constrictor tight on her throat while she swallows. why can’t the drain just swallow her the same way?

scratch, scratch, scratch. scrub, scrub, scrub.

“you hear me sher? i said the house is a fuckin’ mess,” he bellows from the side of her. eddie covers his ears. big man, big angry man. big voice stained with fifteen years of cigarette smoke.

“yeah, i heard you al,” she says to the suds as they float down the drain. her heart aches. balloon in her chest pops.

“oh, you’re bein’ smart with me?” he asks, big angry hand reaching out to clutch her by the back of the neck. pulled out of the drain and into the wall, “you bein’ smart?”

she braces as her side hits the wall, she can smell the beer on him like white on rice. she wants to scream at wayne for letting him come into the trailer this drunk. “m’not being smart with you al,” she grits out. “yeah you ain’t smart, are you?” he taunts, hovering over her. big shoulders, big arms, big everything – big man. big strong man, “you know what you are?” she shakes her head no, eyes shutting tight – she can just float down the drain. “y’already forgot huh? damn sherri – you fuckin’ stupid? i told ya this morning,” he barks a laugh that sends heat down the back of her throat, her nose warms, the threat of tears warns her the way he does – always just on the line. “you’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he bites, “you lazy fuckin’ bitch.” “you gotta stop sayin’ that shit in front of ed, alan,” she says quietly, hair sticking to her face and neck. sweat and sticky. can’t keep fighting anymore kind of hot.

“oh how come?” he asks with fake concern, “he believin’ it? he cert’n’ly should.” he turns to eddie, with a flash in his eyes, “you think your mama’s a fuckin’ idiot, boy?” big strong man. big angry man. big boa constrictor with big snakey eyes. kaa’s hypnosis. “i asked you a question,” he seethes, his body close to turning completely. eddie sees the gold ring glint on his fist. “yessir,” he nods quickly, “y-yeah…that’s what mommy is.” “look how scared you got him, al!” she yells from the drain in her chest, “look how scared he is! look what you’re doin’ to him!” but he didn’t ask her to speak. eddie covers his ears again but it doesn’t block out the first three cracks of his daddy’s palm across her face. doesn’t block out the crunch of his knuckles on her cheek. he shuts his eyes like is mama always tells him, runs to the cupboard under the sink to hide. crack, crack, crunch. wail, crack, crunch, cry. cry, cry, yell, crack, yell, crack, crunch, cry, yell. eddie watches through the space in the doors like a movie he’s too young to watch. rated r. rated never. warm yellowed wallpaper and orangey wood staring back at him, his daddy’s fishing boots stomping into frame. a small smatter of blood on the scuffed linoleum tile. rated r, rated never. yell, yell, yell, choke, spit, cough, cough, yell. yell, yell, cry, yelp, cough, whimper, yell, cough. wayne’s voice cuts in the pattern. “i told ya alan, i’d shoot ya the next time i had to come in here.” whoop, whoop. the flashing lights eddie sees every few weeks glitter on the back wall of the kitchen where he can see through the space. glittering while the sun shines. he likes that. “nah, nah, you ain’t gonna run from ‘em this time al,” wayne says. eddie can’t see the scuffle. “she ain’t even fuckin’ concious.” she was gonna be a dancer one day. eddie stays in the cupboard. just for a little, even after his daddy takes a night in the clink. even after wayne says it’s okay to come out. even while his chocolate milk stands on the table untouched. he stays for a minute, while the world around him rumbles.

1997, Forest Hills Trailer Park

and the world sure does rumble sometimes. hazy afternoon had been smooth sailing for the most part -- pick bud up from summer rec camp, grocery run. chasing bud through the aisles while his laugh plays marco polo with yours. it's good to buy your five year old some chocolate when he behaves. it's good to watch him run around again when you get back home, hustling in the backyard in your new trailer with two bedrooms. letting him run through some sprinkler toy you saw at dollar tree a couple weeks ago before the weather got hot. covered in mud, soon enough, covered in clouds. you’re thankful he’s inside before the rain starts. down pour – the sky heavy with thick air and angry beatings to your tin roof. you slip off his shoes before he tracks mud in the house, you rinse off his hands before you get him changed into something more cozy that’ll make bedtime go a little easier. you start dinner after fixing him a snack and he muses about four square and kickball – you silently laugh when he tells you he got picked first for the teams. money’s tighter now. tighter than it was a couple years ago. a little too tight when you switched to part time to pick up bud from kindergarten and camp since wayne’s working day shifts now. wayne’s too old to be watching bud now anyway, bud’s all over the place. the tighter the money, the bigger the fights. but you both knew how to fight. masters of the ring, big booming cracks of lighting for tongues. always in bed dressed in pajamas and apologies. maybe less so now. maybe less apologies, less pajamas. speaking in bodies and sweat – soft rumbling i’m sorry, lemme show you. you don’t think either of you mean it like you used to. he can afford a nicer trailer for his son, but sometimes he doesn't know if he can afford to show him how to treat a woman. you swear it's progress, but he only hears the whir of the tape being rewound over and over again. every clipped word, every raise of his voice, every tense roll of his shoulders. boy turned big man. big big man.

you start the oven, slicing and dicing while he comes in the door – coveralls all covered in rain and motor oil. big boots on the linoleum, faint smell of beer on his breath. just one with the guys after the shop closed – that’s what he says anyway.

“hi honey,” you say, chop-chop-chopping at the green onion on the cutting board, “rain’s rough out there?”

“hm,” he replies, kicking his boots off next to bud’s sneakers. he sighs out of his nose, “s’mud all over the place here.”

“i know, i’m sorry, i forgot about it – i’ll get to it after dinner,” you say, hearing him make big steps over to his son, running a hand over his hair. just wanna avoid another back and forth – let him sleep off all that frustration – ease out the elastic in his shoulders that’s waiting to snap.

“you know,” he grumbles lowly, coming over to look at the mail on the counter next to you, “you’ve been gettin’ real forgetful lately.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask with a smile that can’t believe he’d say that. you put the knife down.

“why’d i get a call from the city today saying the water bill’s past due?” he asks, a darkness creeping into his voice that’s been turning his tongue to sludge, to whipping winds, cruel and unforgiving, “you tryna make me look bad? want people to think i can't pay the fuckin' bills?”

“i – shit i forgot to drop it off yesterday, i’m sorry hun,” you soothe, “i’ll bring it tomorrow, i wasn’t trying to make you look bad.”

“you can’t just forget this shit,” he says, voice rising, “we got –”

“mommy, can i have some more juice?” bud’s little voice leaks into the conversation like a dove floating by.

“yes, baby,” you say, getting the juice out of the fridge to refill his cup at the table.

“we got a kid at home,” ed repeats, "can't just have the water shuttin' off. what's wrong with you? take some responsibility."

“i understand that ed,” you reply, defensive edge sliding up in your voice like a razor, “i’m the one whose with him all day.”

he scoffs, grumbling, “yeah, you pick him up from camp – mother of the fuckin’ year. can’t even pay the bills on time with all my fuckin’ money.”

“watch your mouth,” your voice stern while you close up the juice. thunder rumbles overhead, the rain coming down in droves. two cracks of lightning who can’t let up.

“you don’t tell me what to do,” he glowers, “you don’t ever tell me what to do. i’m the man of this house, you hear me?”

“man of the house? you hear how you sound?” you ask, leaning forward on the table, “why don’t you go back to the garage and figure this attitude out, ed?”

“don’t run your mouth to me,” he growls, “don’t get fuckin’ smart with me.”

“watch. your. mouth.” you warn again. bud flinches when the thunder rumbles, he hates storms like this. drinks his juice anyway. “oh, so you are gettin’ smart with me?” eddie grimaces, bearing his teeth, nostrils flaring. he vibrates with the thunder outside. "well let me tell you something then, huh?!" he grits out, rounding the table with an outstretched hand to grab you, wrapping like a vine on your wrist. like a snake. you flinch when you see how fast he moves, when he reaches for you -- cracking like lightening, like a whip, cracking like your marriage this year. "wait, wait, i'm sorry!" your voice sounds breathy, worn down -- terrified. it doesn't sound like you at all. “god, you’re such a fuckin’ id–” your son drops his fork on the ground, clattering eddie back to clarity. your son's eyes match your husband's, they meet each other. your son just stares -- frozen on the spot. you stare too. you look at his hand around your wrist, the flex in his forearm, veins lifted and pulsing. big man. big strong man. big strong angry man. just like his daddy. the wind howls outside, huffs of breath out of your noses fill the room quietly.

"daddy?"

eddie straightens, looking at his hand tight on your wrist before letting it drop to his side. he swallows. looking at the both of you like he was mid crime scene. eddie blinks. looks at his son at the kitchen chair and then the cupboard under the kitchen sink. "i..." he starts, choking on the words, "i'm gonna go for a drive."

he stands for a second while you nod at him, eyes brimming with tears you aren’t sure will fall. rooted to your spot, you hold your breath when he leans in, hands reaching out much more gentle than before. he fills the space between you, still smelling like motor oil, rain, and musk. both of his calloused hands on your cheeks now – he kisses you.

"m’sorry,” he says, loud enough for your son to hear. he lets go only to turn around and take his son’s face in his hands and give him a kiss too.

“sorry, buddy,” he says softly, “daddy’ll be back before bedtime, okay?”

in five years, eddie has never missed one night of reading him a bedtime story. “okay,” your son smiles, earning himself another kiss on the top of his head and a ruffle of his hair before eddie grab his keys. the jingle of them rings in your chest while you watch him leave. your eyes linger on the storm door even while you listen to the car start, even while you hear it drive away. the rain doesn’t let up. you put dinner in a tupperware for him later. — you’re in the bathroom after a shower when he comes home, the door partially open in case bud needs you – cozied up in bed playing with dinosaurs in his room. you listen while eddie makes his way in to see him, padding down the hall in wet feet to not get caught. “hi buddy,” he says with a voice that had done nothing but cry, “how was dinner?” “was yummy,” your son says. you know bud’s looking up at him with glowing admiration. his daddy. he was his daddy’s boy. the bed creaks when eddie sits down. “i’m glad, kiddo,” he says, “i wanted to say sorry for how mean i was earlier. i was being really mean and that wasn’t nice.” “you were really mean to mommy,” buddy mumbles, “you made her cry.” you hear ed’s voice crack, “i know bud, i know i made mommy cry, and that’s not okay.” “and i’m not gonna yell at mommy anymore, and i’m sorry.” “mommy’s the best,” bud says, “but it’s okay to be angry sometimes, that’s what they say at camp. just count to three!” “daddy’s angry is a little different, bud,” he tries to explain, a little laugh coming through, “but i’ll try it next time, i’ll count to three.” “and take deep breaths,” bud explains. “and i’ll take deep breaths,” eddie says through sniffles, you can hear the soft smile in his voice. “and bud, i think we should make a big promise to each other, would that be okay?” he asks your son. big shiny baby brown eyes. eyes that get kissed by the moon. “mhm.” “let’s promise that we won’t ever yell at mommy, or call her any names, because that’s not nice,” eddie says softly, “that was really mean of daddy and mommy doesn’t deserve that. and i don’t want you to think that’s okay.” “okay, i promise,” bud’s voice leaks like a dove through the door. you hear a kiss pressed to his forehead while eddie stands up to grab the beat up copy of the hobbit next to bud’s bed. you’re in your pajamas in the bedroom by the time ed’s done putting your son to bed. he somes in quietly, looking you over post shower – beautiful bride, beautiful wife, so pretty like this. so pretty for him – big man. big strong man. big sorry man. “i owe you an apology,” he says softly. “yeah,” you say, cold cream soothing your hot skin like ice while you slather it on. eyes avoid him.

“m’so sorry, baby,” his face cracks like all the plates his daddy shattered, that you’ve shattered too, “that’s…that’s not me – i’d never – i never thought i’d–” "i know you wouldn't," you say quietly, knowingly. your eyes travel – how many slats are in the wood paneling of this room? "cause if you did --" you finally find it in you to look at him. "if you did, if you ever raised a hand to me or bud –” “i would never,” he urges, “i’d never–” “if you did,” you repeat, eye piercing him, “i would get in that car with your son and you would never see us again, do you understand me?” he nods, face blanching, tinged green at the thought. he could’ve lost you both. he could still lose you both. “bless her soul ed, but i’m not your momma,” you remind him, “m’not gonna stick around for a man who thinks i’m a punching bag.” he nods again, quiet, tongue thick when he talks. “i’m so sorry, baby i’ll – i’m gonna do better,” he sounds like he means it, “i’ve just..things are so hard right now. i’m trying.” “try a little harder,” you say softly. “i will,” he says, wiping his eyes while they brim with tears as wet at outside. “i love you,” you start, “but i think you should go stay at wayne’s tonight.” his lower lip quivers, “o-okay. i – um – i love you, t-too.” he packs some clothes for the night and tomorrow even though wayne’s just three trailers down. his heart sinks when he realizes he’ll have to explain. just like his daddy. big strong man. snake eyes. snake eyes gone soft. big sorry man. big sorry eyes. kissed by the moon. kissed by you. “i’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow, okay?” you say gently after his full warm lips break from yours, “just think you need some time alone tonight.” he nods against you, eyes closed. lips brush again. he leaves and you listen to the storm door close with a rattle. the world rumbles. so does he. but he’s gonna be better.

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Chapter 7

Summary: Wanda receives a notice from the Homeowners Association. Y/n goes on a first date with Daisy. And Rachel has her first secret from her parents.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter!! So happy to be writing for this series again. Ugh it was a rough few months but I'm finally getting back on track! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Please lemme know in the comments! Enjoy!

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“Are you fucking kidding me,” Wanda mutters to herself as she reads the letter that was taped to her front door. With everything going on, this has to be the cherry on top. She hates living under a homeowners association. She submitted a thorough request for the expansion that she thought was going to get the approval from them. But instead, she was given a rejection with a notice that someone from the association was going to drop by to review the damage and give her a deadline to have it fixed with the original blueprints. She can't even add windows.

She calls Pietro as she angrily gets into her car to update him in the bad news. “I fucking hate that place,” Pietro says. “Alright well, you tried. I will let Y/n know and cancel a few orders for materials. I'm sorry they rejected you,” Pietro sighs on his end.

“Thank you for all of your help,” she ends the call and continues driving to pick up her boys from their sleepover.

Pietro calls you through the radio to meet him at his office whenever you have a chance. You let him know that you will and when your lunch break comes around, you head to his trailer. You're curious as to why he would need to talk to you. The construction team is ahead of schedule and as far as you know, way under budget. Then you think that maybe Wanda told him about your sleepover and worry that he might've misunderstood his sister.

You knock on the door to his onsite office and he shouts that the door is unlocked. You open the door and climb in. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” he shuts his laptop to focus on you and you begin to worry that he's going to tell you to stay away or something. “Wanda's request for the expansion wasn't approved. We have to undo all of the work we started and put it back the way it was.”

You're relieved that the chat isn't about your night but you're upset by the news. “She can't fight back on this?” You ask as you think of the ways that Wanda could get what she wants.

“She could, but it didn't sound like she had the energy to. And since we don't own the home there's nothing we can do about it.” Pietro explains. You nod with a deep breath and tell him that it sucks before leaving the office promising that you'll see him tomorrow.

After work you send Wanda a quick text letting her know what you think about the situation. When she doesn't respond, you assume it's because she's busy with the boys. Instead of checking your phone every five seconds, you get ready for your date. You shower and put on the nicest clothes that you own. You spend time making sure your hair looks perfect and smelling good.

You drive to the address that Daisy gave you, it isn't Phil's house and you're curious why she's staying somewhere else but when she gets in the car she explains that she doesn't want her dad to know anything about her dating life unless it's someone worth mentioning. “That's pretty much what any single parent does,” you say with a small laugh.

“I know, my friend comes from a broken home. I just thought after a few bad attempts of bringing people to meet my parents it would be best to have my own place when I was in the position to do so.” Daisy says as she fixes her makeup in the sun visor mirror. “You look amazing by the way. I had no idea that you cleaned up so well.”

You smile as you take a moment to look at her during the stop light. “Thank you, I try. You are stunning, Daisy. I think I might lose you at some point tonight. I don't know how anyone will be able to look at anything else.”

Daisy tries to hide her blush as she holds a seriousness in her eyes, “I don't care about anyone else. I only want your attention.” You start to lean in to kiss her but the car behind you honks the horn and you realize that the light is green. “Keep your eyes on the road. Wouldn't want to end up in the hospital on our first date.” She places her hand on your thigh, startling you, and squeezes.

“Woah,” you say as you take her wrist and pull her hand off of you. Instead you hold it in your hand and drive with the other. “How was your day?” you ask in order to start some sort of conversation. The two of you find something to talk about the entire way to the restaurant, easing the nerves that had been eating at the both of you.

When you're seated you notice a couple of guys looking over at your table but you don't think much of it. “Oh this pasta sounds good but so does this one,” Daisy says as she points them out on the menu in front of you.

“They do sound pretty appetizing. How about I order one and you order the other and we split it, so we can try both?” You suggest.

Daisy scrunches her face and denies the idea. “Actually, I think I'm going to get the steak,” she says as she browses the menu more. You nod and start to look for something else on the menu.

After the both of you have ordered you're left staring at each other, sipping your drinks. “Can I ask why you wanted to go out with a single parent?” You finally pose the question that has been haunting you since last night.

“I have always kind of wanted to date you,” she shrugs. “You’re good looking, kind, funny, wise, and have a good heart. What more could a girl ask for?”

You fail at hiding the affect her words have on you and grin as you shake your head. “That is a really sweet answer but I'm trying to figure out what you want from dating me. I mean, I have a daughter and she will always be my number one priority. I know that many people aren't okay with that and-”

“I’m not one of them,” she interrupts as she lays her hand on the table top for you to take. You place your hand on her wrist and the two of you hold each other like this from across the table. “I’ve met Rachel. You've had me babysit her in the past. She's a great kid and I love her. I don't blame you for putting her first. In fact, I respect you for it.”

You fill with relief at her words and nod, “Thank you, I just wasn't sure. I mean, you're in your early twenties. You should be young and free and not dating someone like me.”

Daisy shakes her head, “You're not some decrepit person that can't leave the nursing home. You're still young and free and in your twenties. I don’t know what you think people my age do but I've dated plenty of them. None of them want a real connection outside of physical. Honestly, I'm ready to start thinking about settling down with someone. Build a life, y'know?”

You nod and bite your tongue to keep from pointing out how young she is to start thinking about that stuff. You're in no position to say anything because you don't regret the decisions you've made and you know that at eighteen you wouldn't hear that kind of advice. By twenty-two you probably still wouldn't have listened.

Halfway through what turns out to be a quiet meal, you excuse yourself to the restroom to give yourself some space and a pep talk to stop being so awkward. While you're exiting, your phone starts ringing and you answer when you see that it's Wanda. “Hey you,” you greet as you lean on the wall near the door. “How's your night going?”

“It’s going alright,” Wanda says as she puts the clean dishes away. “Did Pietro already tell you?”

“Yeah,” you say sadly. Someone asks if there’s a line and you shake your head and point to the phone. You move a little further away from the door. “How bummed are you about it?”

Wanda sighs, “Pretty bummed but the boys are home tonight so I can’t drink about it. Which is for the best. Don’t want to start that bad habit.” She starts to wipe down her counters. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much, just having dinner with an old friend,” you say as you glance around the wall to see if Daisy is okay. She looks bored and picks up her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry for interrupting,” Wanda says.

“Don’t be,” you assure her, “I could have not answered, you know? It’s not your fault.”

“That’s true,” she drags out the word in confusion. “Do you need me to come up with an excuse for you? I can have you out of there so fast, no questions asked.”

You laugh at the offer, “No, it’s uh, it’s going.” You notice Daisy checking her watch and looking around the restaurant. You sigh as you figure that you’ve been away for too long. Are you avoiding her? You don’t know. “Which I probably should too. I think I’ve been gone too long, I don’t want her to think I’ve ditched her.”

“Oh my goodness! You’re on a date!” Wanda gasps loudly. “You’re an idiot, go back to her. Don’t tell her you took a phone call either. Just say it was an embarrassing bathroom issue or something just… shit, hang up already!”

You can’t help but laugh at Wanda as she rambles on, “Arlight, I’ll tell her all about my explosive bathroom episode.” Wanda makes a noise but tells you that it's perfect. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say as you end the call and walk back to the table. You feel guilty when Daisy’s eyes shine with relief and so you start rubbing your stomach. “I don’t want to be gross but that food went right through me!” You joke and Daisy laughs telling you that it’s fine. “So, are you thinking about having dessert here or should we go somewhere else?”

Daisy hums in thought and reaches across the table for your hand which you allow her to take, “Depends, do you have any dessert at your place?” she asks flirtatiously, almost causing you to have a coughing fit.

You clear your throat a couple of times as you start to avoid her gaze a bit in order to come up with a proper response. An easy let down that will have her laughing instead of feeling rejected. “Well, I don’t know whatever lies Steve might have told you, but I don’t put out on the first date.” Daisy is confused for a second before she bursts out laughing. You join her a little as you’re able to look at her again.

“Ok, I have to admit. I was kind of testing you with that question and you passed with flying colors,” she says once she has settled down, you let her know that it’s a relief. “I’ve heard of this twenty-for seven cupcake ATM machine and I’ve been dying to try it but haven’t had the chance. Do you think we could do that?”

“Absolutely! Rachel loves that thing,” you say as you start to flag down the waiter to get some to-go boxes for the rest of the food on yours and hers plates. When the bill is settled, you and Daisy head over to the nearest cupcake ATM and you help her learn how to use the machine. She takes videos to share on her social media and even a few pictures with you to keep for herself. You don’t ask why she doesn’t post them because you’re happy to not have that conversation right now. The two of you walk and talk while you eat your cupcakes. She is a bit more relaxed and you have to admit that so are you.

When the date has come to an end, you walk her to her door and wish her a goodnight. “Wait,” she stops you from leaving. “I know you don’t put out on a first date, except for Steve Rogers apparently,” you laugh a little at her statement. “But um, gosh I’ve never had to ask this before.” Daisy blinks a few times before gathering up the courage to ask, “Will you kiss me before you leave?”

You are surprised by the request but it is a date after all. “Yeah, sorry,” you say as you step closer to her. This was weird, you’ve never been asked to kiss someone unless there was tension and right now there wasn’t any. You close your eyes as you lean in and kiss her on the lips. It turns out to be a decent kiss but it doesn’t have you craving more. It’s been a long time since you’ve craved someone. At this point you’re convinced it’s just you because Daisy goes in for more when you try to break away. You kiss her once more to try and clear your head but it still doesn't feel right, so you really take a step back. “I have an early day tomorrow, I’m sorry. I’ll let you know when I’m available next.”

“Okay, yeah,” Daisy nods as she wipes her lips. “I’ll see you then. Or maybe you could stop by the Hub. We don't always have to see each other for dates, you know.” You agree and say that you'll try to stop by without promising too much. “Have a good week with Rachel.” She says with a sweet smile.

“Thank you, I will,” you smile back and walk away.

The next morning you go to Jean’s house to pick up Rachel. While you're waiting, you chat with Jean for a bit about nothing important until you notice her acting a little funny. You ask her what's up. “Nothing, nothing, I don't know anything about anything.”

You shake your head and ask in a low tone to keep Rachel from hearing, “Great, who told you about my date?”

“No one,” she says as she fails to hold back her grin and you ask again. “Okay, it was Anna,” she confesses. You drop your head as you shake it again. “In her defense, it's your fault that you chose my favorite restaurant to take her to.”

“Excuse you, I believe I won that restaurant in the divorce,” you say back lightly instead of reminding her that it was your favorite restaurant first.

“Whatever, I was craving it last night and so we got a pick up order and she saw you when she was picking it up,” Jean finished the story. “She’s cute,” she says next and you take a slow breath.

“She took a picture?” you rub your face, upset by the lack of privacy in your life lately. You never signed up to be a celebrity.

“What? You think I was just going to believe her when she said that? I needed proof!” Jean exclaims, causing you to tell her to quiet down. “Sorry,” she grimaces. The both of you wait to hear any sign of Rachel before continuing. “So, how'd it go?”

“It went,” you reply.

Jean rolls her eyes, “Come on, you can do better than that!”

You sigh and sit up as you think about how to describe the date to your ex-wife. “It was good. A little bit awkward. She’s had a crush on me since she was seventeen, so it's-”

“Hold on what,” Jean stops you with concern and fear in her eyes.

“Oh! Sorry, she's twenty-two, completely legal. Um, remember Phil's daughter? She used to babysit Rach before she went off to college?” You try to jog Jean’s memory and it takes her a second to process. She pulls her phone out to look at the picture again and she starts to finally recognize her.

“Oh?” she says as she straightens up and scowls at the picture. “She looks… grown up,” she says slowly.

“Yeah well, she asked me out and Kate kind of encouraged me to say yes. Then I talked to Phil about it and he seemed to be somewhat okay about it,” you clear your throat as you shift uncomfortably from the lack of playfulness from Jean. “It’s not weird… is it?”

Jean shakes her head, “Just, please tell me that you didn't find her attractive when we had her babysit for us when we were doing couples therapy.”

You pinch your eyebrows together and frown, a little offended by the accusation. “I didn't know her when we were married,” you state first as you try to remember that first year that you worked at the bar. You know that you started there at twenty-one but you don't remember hiring Daisy then or even meeting her. Did you?

“Well, that's kind of a relief, ” Jean mutters. “You got the job working for her dad to help us pay the therapy bills remember? And he offered for Daisy to watch Rachel when we needed,” now she is trying to jog your memory but as you've pointed out before, you don't really like to think back on that year. You shake your head as you come up blank. Is Daisy a year younger than you originally thought she was when you met her? The math isn't really holding up here.

“That doesn't make sense, she said that she had a crush on me when she was seventeen. When we met,” you say. “She would be twenty-one now if we met when I was twenty-one.” You try to understand what Jean is saying.

“Honey, her birthday is July second, she turned twenty-two only weeks ago. And you’ll be turning…” she draws out the end to let you catch up.

“Twenty-eight this year,” you conclude as it all starts to make sense now. “Huh, I really should have paid more attention in school.” Jean laughs because she tried every year to get you to focus more on school instead of her or the next get rich fast scheme you always had cooking up. “Anyway, I wasn’t paying attention to her in that way back then, I promise. It’s still kind of hard for me to think of her in that way. Except it’s not like I still see her as a kid I just think I see her as more of a friend,” you explain.

Jean nods, “So it didn’t go well.”

“I wouldn’t,” before you can say anything else, Rachel is running towards you with the things she wanted to bring with her. “Hey, munchkin!” You rise and greet her with a tight hug. She hugs you back just as tight and it warms your heart knowing that your daughter loves you. “Are you ready? Because we have to get to Ms. Wanda’s a little earlier today.”

“Yup, all ready! I have something I really want to show Billy and Tommy,” she says as she moves her bag around. “That’s what took me so long. Sorry, I needed to get it done before we left. I’ve been working on it all week.” You smile, impressed that she worked all week on something to show her friends.

“It’s okay, I got to catch up with mommy,” you say as you tug one of the shoulder straps on her bag. “Do I get to see what you made?”

“No,” she shakes her head before she turns around and opens the front door. “Let’s go!” She hops to your work truck and climbs in.

You laugh and look at Jean, “Have you seen it?”

She shakes her head, “Nope, she wouldn’t let me or Anna in her room because of it.”

“Wow,” you look at her from the entryway of the home and she is sticking her head out of the window calling for you to hurry up. “I can’t believe it, ten-years-old and she already has secrets from us.”

Jean shrugs, “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“I know but I was hoping for later. Much, much later,” you say as you wipe fake tears. Jean pushes your arm as she calls you ridiculous, you smile as you pull her in for a half hug. “I better go. I’ll see you next week.” She rubs your back and pats you a couple of times.

“You better update me on your whole cradle robbing situation,” she teases you.

“I should have seen that coming,” you walk away as she calls you a few more names, making you laugh all the way to the truck. Rachel asks what’s so funny. “Your mom is a weirdo,” you say. Rachel agrees and then says that momma Anna is even weirder and you have to refrain from laughing by telling her that’s not nice. She says it’s true and you cut the conversation by playing her music on the car stereo.

You and Pietro work fast in rebuilding the wall so that Wanda doesn't get into too much trouble with the representative from the homeowners association. It was turning out to be easier putting it back together than it was tearing it down. Of course though, now you don't have to worry about removing the wrong thing and causing the entire house to collapse. Everyone lucked out that you and Pietro hadn't started on expanding the floor yet. That would have been a little more difficult to fix up in the short window of time that Wanda was given.

When lunch comes you and Pietro scarf the food down in order to keep working. Especially since the new siding for the house got delivered to the job site across town and the two of you had to go pick it up. The original siding for the house was destroyed the previous weekend when the two of you finally made it that far. Pietro thought it would be best to order new material at the time anyway since they would need it to cover the new extension of the house.

All day you and Pietro are working inside and outside of the house to get the wall repaired with the material that you have available at the moment. Unfortunately, the beams that are needed in order to continue won't arrive until tomorrow. Which means that you are heading home earlier than expected. You slowly walk up the stairs to warn Rachel that you're packing up to leave but when you get close to the boy's room, you overhear them talking about some sort of plan.

You take a small peek into the room through the crack in the door that should have been wide open. Rachel was holding up a notebook as if she was presenting to the boys sitting in front of her. That's possibly what she was working on. You try to get a better look by opening the door a little more but it knocks over a noisy toy and causes the four kids to scatter and pretend to look normal. You give Rachel a weird look as she asks you if you're done working. You confirm and then leave her to collect her things so that you can do the same.

“Hey,” Wanda calls as you pass her office on the way back to the stairs. “Do you have a second?” You look around to be certain that she's talking to you before you approach. She isn't on the phone and no one else is in the hall, so it could only be you.

“Uh, sure,” you say as you step closer. You didn't get to interact much with Wanda today and you couldn't tell if it was you avoiding her or her avoiding you. Last night after the awkward kiss with Daisy, you couldn't help but compare how you wanted to kiss Wanda the night before. Then you started to think that maybe if you got to kiss her, maybe it would feel right. But you couldn't test that theory out yet. Not when you're in too deep with Daisy.

“Just for some peace of mind,” Wanda closes her laptop and focuses her attention on you. “And I don't want to make things awkward between us by saying this but, I feel like it kind of needs to be addressed.” Her rambling has you a little concerned but you let her continue. “I know we've said it to other people but I don't think we've really said it to each other. Um, we are just friends, right?”

There is a slight pain in your chest when she says that but it's the truth. “Of course,” you say confidently. “Yeah, we're just friends,” you state again, this time with an unintentional undertone of disappointment. You clear your throat and look back before stepping in the office a little more. “Why did you feel like that needed clarification?” You ask, against your better judgment.

Wanda looks around her desk as if she wrote the answer somewhere but not a single blueprint can help her. “No reason it's just, I don't know… well, so many people assume things and I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Yeah, that's it. Just, I don't know. Forget I asked,” you don't press for more because you can tell that part of her might feel the way that part of you feels but you aren't quite sure what to do with that feeling.

“Okay, well, we're done for the day, I was about to-”

“How was your date?” she interrupts and your eyebrows shoot up as your mouth shuts.

“Uh it was okay,” you say. You're not used to so many people knowing about your dating life. “I don't see a wedding anytime soon but it was good. We'll probably try to go out again when I don't have Rachel.”

Wanda nods, “That’s fun, that's fun. How um, how long have you been seeing her?”

“Yesterday was our first date, actually you met her. She was the waitress at the, ehem, the bar we met up at,” you say awkwardly. It feels like the two of you are trying to be friends. This conversation doesn't feel as natural as any other conversation.

“I remember her,” she is a little disappointed that you chose someone younger but it's not her life. She might only be feeling this way because her ex-husband cheated on her with a college student.

“Yeah, um,” you start to explain yourself once again but Rachel runs to your side and grabs your hand asking if you're ready to go. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell Wanda who stands from her desk and walks over to you and Rachel to give proper goodbyes. She hugs both of you separately and thanks you for all of your help. You finally make your way downstairs and decide to leave the tools since Pietro already put away the dangerous ones.

You leave the home conflicted by the conversation with Wanda but by the time you get home, you decide to not read into it too much. The two of you are friends and that's all you will ever be.

On Wednesday, the representative from the homeowners association arrives in the early afternoon to inspect the house. On Sunday you and Pietro were so close to finishing the wall but it was going to take another day or two. Wanda was fine with explaining to whoever she had to that it was going to be fine.

She was starting to get fired up again about it being her house so she should be allowed to do as she pleased. Especially when she received an email explaining that the appointment was rescheduled due to them wanting the entire house inspected. Which meant that she had to make sure the house was spotless. Especially the former man cave which she hasn't seen since Pietro destroyed everything. She hadn't known that you and him already cleaned up the mess until she made her way down there.

The space needed some dusting and vacuuming but beyond that, it was clean. Luckily Pietro only trashed the stuff in the boxes that didn't include the furniture or the television. So the room still looked pretty decent, better even without all of the junk on the walls.

As Wanda guided the woman around the house after she assessed the wall, she noticed that the woman was being a little bit flirty towards her. She wasn't sure if she was making it up or if she was misreading some of the woman's remarks. But Wanda was kind of into it. She hadn't been with a woman since her sophomore year of college. Raven Darkholme lived a couple doors down from hers and the two found themselves being left in the common area and locked out of their rooms often. One thing led to another and they dated for a solid six months before Wanda met Vision while taking his class.

“I don't see any issues here, Mrs. St-”

“Actually it's Ms. Maximoff,” Wanda corrects. “I’m not married anymore,” she adds although she wasn't sure if that was necessary information.

“My apologies, Ms. Maximoff,” the woman smiles and looks her up and down before continuing. “As I was saying, other than the obvious incident with the wall which you said you're having repaired, I don't see why my visit was necessary. But I can't deny that I'm not happy to be here.”

Wanda is starting to realize that it isn't in her head at all. “I must admit, I wasn't too thrilled about today, Ms. Romanoff. But it's been a relief knowing that my house is up to the HOA’s standards.”

“Look, I know that this is totally inappropriate and unprofessional but um…” the inspector grabs one of her business cards and scribbles down her personal phone number. “Call me, if you're interested in letting me inspect you.” She says flirtatiously as she hands Wanda the card. The brunette blushes as she tries to hide her grin. That was quite a line.

“I will keep that in mind, but you should know. I'm a mo-”

“Mother of two boys? Yeah, we covered that when we walked around upstairs,” she finishes Wanda’s sentence.

Wanda laughs as she is flustered, “Right, sorry, I'm just. Sorry, this hasn't happened to me in um years.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Natasha says. The two stand in the living room space staring at each other until the blonde's watch goes off, reminding her of her next appointment. “I better get going. I have another inspection in fifteen minutes. I'll let the board know that you're clear and that they don't need to send anything else. Call the business number on there when you have the wall finished and I'll send the paperwork to the board so that they'll leave you alone.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Wanda says carefully.

“It's my pleasure,” Natasha says as they walk to the front door together. “I hope to hear from you soon.” The woman walks away and this is one time that Wanda is relieved that her boys aren't here with her to witness that interaction. She shuts her front door and bites her bottom lip as she looks at the phone number on the card. Natasha even drew a little heart above the number. Maybe she is ready to start putting herself out there. This just wasn't what she ever imagined.

Chapter 8

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sassy-bi-latina · 5 months ago

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Dream final thoughts

I'm calm now. I actually think I won't say as much as originally planned cause I am no longer in the heat of the moment. But I still want to write about this show. Mostly cause I remember I wanted to do the same with GAP and then I didn't. My thoughts will be a mess so I'm sorry beforehand. I don't know where they'll lead throughout the post. SO LET'S FIND OUT TOGETHER.

I'll start by saying, I have read 5 books of Chaoplanoy (GAP, Blank, Dream, Us and Mate). Against my better wishes. I do this because my brain gets anxious by not knowing what happens. So reading the books helps me because it gives me a better idea where it'll go. It sometimes gives more insight to the characters like in Dream or The Secret of Us (which isn't a Chaoplanoy book but serves as an example). It also helps me see the adaptation in a different way and sometimes it helps me appreciate it more, for example, in Blank, which the book felt like Nueng was a bit predatory but the adaptation imo was so good, it just felt like a love story with two people with an age gap and nothing else which the book failed to deliver.

Okay, that being said, I said against my better wishes because if you know me and you talk to me, you will know I do NOT like Chaoplanoy's writing whatsoever. At first I thought it might be issues with translations but as I read more stories, I started to perceive patterns in her writing style that I didn't like.

Onto her adaptations, IDF gave us the biggest GL in recent times, they weren't the first to propose doing one, they just were the fastest so I think they got lucky. And I won't take credit away from the actresses nor the team behind GAP, but I genuinely feel like whomever had taken the first step would have been a success. IDF just so happens to be the first.

I will say, IDF released an initial pilot trailer that looked promising and while the editing and some of the acting choices didn't convince me as much, I was very sold with the plot points. And I think some of the things that distance themselves from the original book were a bit more interesting, like the focus on Song's relationship and the focus on the second lead couple which was scratched till the point they were just crumbs what we were getting. At the end, they decided to change some things at the beginning and then on the second part decided to be more loyal to the book. Which for me didn't work as much. Don't get me wrong, I did like GAP, I just think they did a disservice trying to initially take a different route to the book just to do a U turn and go back to it, because it didn't feel consistent.

And why am I saying all this about GAP when in theory it's my thoughts about Dream?

GREAT QUESTION MY FRIENDS.

And it's simply because while IDF "failed" in GAP by maintaining too loyal to the book they have the opposite issue with Dream, in which they lead astray so much and just didn't arrive to the heart of the people as well as it could have.

Dream, from the 5 books I've read has been the best one. Not only did I not actively dislike it, I genuinely enjoyed it and I genuinely think that had the show been more like the book more people would have.

For starters, a thing I've seen people complain about a lot is the lack of backstory of Kimwan. We're just thrust into their angst and they expect us just to feel for them without previously giving us anything to make us feel for them. That doesn't happen in the book. It starts with them as teenagers. We are told about the dreams, we are told how they met, we're actually told how they didn't get along at first. We get to see their school life. We see how they genuinely met (Mali was a loyal friend to Wan, a bit too loyal, and locked Kim in cause she didn't like how she treated Wan, which wasn't bad just Mali didn't like it). We ACTUALLY get to see Pam and how Wan and her had a rivalry going even them (just because Wan couldn't take someone being as pretty and equally admired as her).

We spend a couple of chapters just getting to know them, their bond just not between them two, but also with their friends. Did you know Kim got better at drawing because of Wan? The drawing she gave her during Valentine's? She practiced until late at night, because she has ALREADY given her a drawing that wasn't very good but she promised the next one was gonna be better, also because she knew Wan was gonna pick her next partner based on gifts.

Wan didn't end up confessing for the same reason as the show with the difference that the mothers WERE together, which was something I didn't like, and I did prefer they just kissed. But it made sense in the book that Wan never confessed, the mothers were together and she knew that would have broken Kim if she found out AFTER they got together.

Imo, in the show Wan could have confessed earlier cause they never actually got together but I guess she lost her bravery.

After we spent knowing them and loving them in highschool for a couple of chapters, which I think was at least 1/3 of the book we have a time jump where their story as adults starts.

The other thing is, we spent so much time with Marwin? Props for Heng, more work supposes that there's more pay for him but not so much for us. Marwin overstayed his welcome.

In the book, he was there but it didn't feel overwhelming. For starters, we know him at the same time Wan does. He is already established as Kim's boyfriend. Wan isn't thrilled but tries because it's Kim's choice. Kim never goes to work with him either. We also hear about the beach, but it's in passing, I think this, contrary to the highschool moments could have served better as a flashback. And tbh, in the show, contrary to the book, Kim seems more interested in Marwin, in the show he's just there. While in the book they have a genuine connection. You aren't necessarily rooting for him but it's understandable why Kim feels comfortable with him, which is exactly why Wan tries.

Another important thing that I think is lacking a bit in the show is that they kind of undersold Kim. Kim is as loyal to Wan as Wan is to Kim. I think one of the moments that reflects that best is in the scene where they're alone with Marwin's parents, in which, yeah they talked bullshit about Kim and Wan jumped them like in the show but then they started attacking Wan and that is Kim's limit. Matter of fact, Wan is surprised how Kim acts, so reassure and not taking anyone's bullshit and she says it herself, she doesn't care what anyone says about her but she will never let anyone talk shit about Wan.

Also, not only are they very loyal to one another, but they are best friends. Wan is actually with Kim when she receives the news about her mother having cancer, unlike the show, she's in late stages and I had hope they would change her dying but they didn't 😔, cause I'm the book she doesn't even receive treatment cause it felt hopeless. And I think stuff like that showcases their bond. I found it odd that you are going through that struggle and your first instinct isn't to tell your best friend even if they were fighting at the time, especially considering their bond.

Next up is the matter of the actual letter and the confessing their feelings. Yay for Samorn and her nosiness for saving her friends. But I actually did prefer how it happened in the books. Samorn, actually keeps telling Wan that she better act soon but she better not do anything on the wedding day, which is understandable. My girl is smart, she knew the consequences.

Wan doesn't throw the letter, or well, she does, on the shooting she's having that same day but our boy Pat picks it up and attempts to read it aloud and Wan is like "Hey that's mine" to which Pat responds with "Not anymore, you threw it". Wan ends up snatching it back and out of her OWN will reads it. By having Samorn taking a pic and telling Wan to read it, it feels like they took away a bit of Wan's autonomy. It just made me feel a bit weird about the whole scene.

I WILL say, the little moment between the four girls and the camping scene afterwards? Impeccable. Wouldn't touch it for nothing in the world. Marvellous. Gorgeous. Lives rent free in my mind. Thank you very much.

And last but definitely not least, the decline of Marwin. I think they shouldn't have cramped it all in the last episode. I think they should have taken 1 episode and a half of a slow decline, cause that's what happened, at first what Marwin started doing wasn't perceived much by Wan, she thought it was weird that both the fathers decided to retire early but nothing much until she realized it was Marwin. Which, btw, another moment in which Kim's loyalty is shown, she met Marwin behind Wan's back because she couldn't take Wan hurting, cause she wasn't getting much jobs done. But Wan interfered, which shows Wan's maturity imo, since she was like "Don't do that on your own. Every hardship we talk about it and we see how we deal with it TOGETHER" which I think is very sweet. Anyway, they did attempt to apologize together like in the show, and his villain monologue also happened but in the show it fell flat. I think it was better established how he became the very thing he didn't want to be. You knew beforehand his dreams and aspirations and how what he did he did it out of love (regarding his businesses) and not money.

I WILL SAY, I don't necessarily think the show is horrible. The actresses are amazing and have great chemistry. I really liked the secondary couple, although I wish we would have seen more of them. I did like they DIDN'T make the fathers soulmates like in the book. I adore the bond between the four girls. I like the inclusion of Pam and Dokrak. I liked Pat and him being such a nice guy. I also think Jessie was a fun addition.

I ALSO think, that with some different editing, rearranging some scenes the show would have been better.

I also think IDF needs to learn that people like angst but different shows and stories require different formulas because angst for the sake of angst isn't fun.

If you're here, thank you for reading this long ass post.

As a treat, some fun facts

- If you've seen Blank, you know that one radio show Anueng likes, well, in the book of Blank, Wan actually calls the station and explains her story with Kim.

- The singer of the MV is Pleng from the Affair book, series coming out this month, on the 30th.

- The other MV actress in the book is a reporter that had a scandal, if I'm not mistaken a sex tape of her with another woman was leak. I think I read somewhere that she also has a book 🤔. But I don't recall her name.

ANYWAY, with that. I leave. I probably didn't say a lot of the stuff I initially wanted but that's mostly because I'm calm now.

One final thing, IDF you shall pay for your crimes. And please give me fluffy Faymay. I DESERVE it 🥺.

PS. I do not want to be tagged as one of those persons that is like "Oh the book is better" and sounds bitchy about literally any adaptation. Far from it. Matter of fact, ask my friends, they'll tell you how much I dislike that IDF has me defending Chaoplanoy's books 😔.

An addition that I forgot and it's very much necessary: I wish they would have, at ANY point, made Kim tell Wan that they IN FACT slept together at the beach, she just gaslighted her cause she got scared? THAT WAS NOT A GODDAMN DREAM AND THAT'S THE HILL I'LL DIE ON!!!

#my marvellous dream is you #dream the series #kimwan #faymay #fay kanyaphat #may yada #idol factory

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dcficrecs · 6 months ago

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I'm A Good Pretender - Chapter 2: I Got Lots Of Problems

By shipNslash on AO3

My last post was an excerpt from the first chapter of this fic. I've finished it now and I like most of it, but there's something in Chapter 2 that I just have to talk about. This whole fic is a Robin origin story. It has seven chapters, so it drawfs in comparison to the 'Firework' fic by paganpunk2 on fanfiction.net (I posted about that too, maybe my favorite fanfic ever). Still, I really like it. It's written with excerpts from days. It starts with day zero, where Dick's parents are killed and Bruce comforts him. Day one is him meeting Alfred at the orphanage, and it goes all the way to day 262, where Commissioner Gordon meets Robin.

Anyway, in this particular excerpt, Dick is scheming to sneak out of Wayne Manor and kill Tony Zucco himself, and has to guilt trip Bruce in order to be alone long enough to escape even though he feels bad about it. He likes Bruce, but he isn't quite a father figure to him, yet. Dick has inherited Bruce's old bedroom, something very sentimental to Bruce. The excerpt starts with Bruce giving a tour of his old room. Bruce also gave Dick a note, saying to ring the service bell when he wakes up. He does, and it calls Bruce to his room. Dick keeps the note in his pocket. Also, a slight trigger warning for mentions of sexual abuse against a child.

So Bruce awkwardly shows Dick around the cavernous bedroom. The dresser is full of generic clothes in his size and Bruce promises they can get his stuff from their trailer later today and go shopping soon for anything he's missing. He shows him how to work the computer at the desk and the TV on the wall, and even points towards the staff lift at the end of the hallway that will take him directly to the kitchen. The bathroom is in the bedroom and almost as huge, with a sink and toilet and a big shower/bathtub combo already filled with a bunch of different soaps.

"I wasn't sure what you'd need," Bruce mumbles when Dick comments on the variety. "We have different hair types."

That's…surprisingly thoughtful, Dick thinks, and Bruce's folded note feels like it's burning a hole in his pocket.

He ignores the guilt and smiles. "Thanks, Bruce. I appreciate it."

"I want you to be comfortable here," Bruce whispers back, even quieter than normal.

Dick pushes the guilt down, down, down. Now is as good a time as any and Bruce is already uncomfortable. Now if Dick can just get him to leave…

(Never talk about sex, Mama always says, grown ups hate when kids even mention sex.)

"What about rules?" Dick asks, pitching his voice a little higher and widening his already big eyes just a little bit bigger. "One of the older boys at the detention center said rich people only foster kids to warm their beds. I don't know what that means, but I'll try, if you teach me."

And bingo.

Bruce's pale skin goes practically gray and he flinches back until he's outside of the bathroom. "That- No, I- You won't ever-"

"Did I say something wrong?" Dick asks, adding in a small sniffle and not letting up on the eye contact. (He's already learned that Bruce Wayne hates eye contact.)

The man is still backpedaling, now well to the hallway. "No! No. I'll… see you at breakfast." When he steps out of the room, his shoulders sag. "Kitchen. Eight." And then he's gone, latching the door shut behind him.

Dick sighs and flops against the bed. That was almost too easy. He feels… kinda bad.

Still. Eight o’clock. That's just over three hours, according to the clock on the wall.

"Alright," he mumbles to himself and carefully rocks to his feet. "Like Mama says, make a list."

So, he does.

Stretch my poor, atrophying muscles

Shower off the scent of the detention center

Find out where Haly's went

Sneak out

Catch and murder Tony Zucco

Run away to (re)join the circus

There, that doesn't seem hard now that he's made a list- Mama's always right.

Something about "I don't know what that means, but I'll try if you teach me," is literally so well written. Obviously, gross, but Dick using something that makes Bruce obviously uncomfortable to his advantage against Bruce is so Dick coded. Dick absolutely knew what it meant and purposefully used it to horrify Bruce. Guilt tripping Bruce Wayne is so easy, as long as you're Dick Grayson. He's a little gremlin and I love it. Also, the list he makes is adorable, literally went from zero to a hundred real quick.

#batman #bruce wayne #dc #dick grayson #fanfic #fic #ao3 #dc comics #fan fic #robin #robin dc #dc robin

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sixofpomegranates · 2 years ago

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➢ Eddie Munson's eating habits and food head canons — PART 1:

→ ✿ ← Flowers will provide links to fanfictions of mine in which I used the headcanon above.

→ ☘︎ ← Clover will provide the link to an in-detail headcanon.

{TW: Food, Eating—Eddie’s little bit weird eating habits, Child Neglect, Overeating, Pot Brownies, Trailer Park Stigmatization, Manners, etc.}

Has eaten a worm for 10$ when he was 12.

→ [✿]

..."Please tell me that's a joke!" I squeal, sitting next to Eddie on the floor of my living room. He shakes his head, dipping another fry in his chocolate milkshake. "Nah, honest earned money." "You ate a worm for ten dollars," I exclaim, making him chuckle. "Yeah, because I was twelve and stupid. Today I would charge at least twenty bucks to eat one," he tells me proudly. "How about I give you fifty, and you promise to never eat a worm again?" "Deal, sweetheart." Grabbing my hand, Eddie shakes it eagerly, a boyish smirk on his lips. "See? Eating worms is already bringing in profits."...

Likes every flavor of milkshake there is. He loves that shit, so don't make him choose.

→ [✿]

Wayne used to bribe him with them when he was little. Trips to the dentist, doctor appointments, or tutoring sessions were rewarded with dinner at the diner afterward.

Dips his fries into his chocolate milkshake because “The sweet and the salty balance each other out."

→ [✿]

These are also top-tier for him:

salted caramel

Bacon & Chocolate

salted pretzels in chocolate

Popcorn and M&M’s

PB&J

He hates eating fish. The smell is enough to make him gag.

→ [☘︎]

This hate extends to:

Fish sticks.

Seafood.

Sushi. → May be interested in trying sushi without fish... But as he can't even look at raw fish you’d need to serve it to him in a safe environment.

Hates olives.

Loves apples.

He’s constantly snacking one if Wayne bought a bag. It's the crunch and that they’re juicy.

Drinks straight from the carton or bottle. (yes. milk, juice & soda)

Says that they wouldn't make it so easy to drink from them if you weren't supposed to, and it saves you from cleaning a glass.

When alone, eats out of the pan or pot instead of grabbing a plate. Doing dishes sucks.

Has pretty good table manners. (-if he wants to)

Wayne was very keen on teaching them to him. Little Eddie never cut his meat, digging into meals like a starving, feral hyena.

There is already the stigma of being uncultured and dirty following them as residents of a trailer park; Wayne wants his boy to be able and prove people wrong. Do good. Can't have him burp, talk with a full mouth, and tear the meat on his plate apart with his hands, never using cutlery. (Little Eddie was a hungry little raccoon.)

Healthy relationship with food. (Thanks to Wayne)

Used to overeat until he was sick.

After his mom died, there was never anything to eat at home. He was scared of being hungry and didn't know when the next time he'd get something to eat was.

Will finish your plate for you if you're stuffed. He's a big boy. He can eat a lot.

Loves everything cheese. Especially snacks.

Good at baking.

He found out that he's good at it when making pot brownies for the first time. Since then, he has made cakes for important celebrations like the end of a campaign and birthday cakes for friends, himself, and Wayne, muffins, and even more brownies—family-friendly ones as well.

Loves spicy food but doesn't have a high tolerance for it. He still eats it, even though he suffers a little.

Gareth once brought Eddie a bag of Rebanaditas (watermelon lollipops covered in spicy chili powder) from his vacation in Mexico. Eddie loves them and still has a couple of them stored away for special occasions.

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson imagine #stranger things headcanons #— 🧠 lynn’s headcanons

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mbrowne-writ-344 · 7 months ago

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The Promised Neverland (and why season 2 is dead to me)

Hello again my wonderful readers! I hope my introduction got you interested in the goodness i want to bestow upon you.

Today, the manga and anime I shall introduce you to is:

The Promised Neverland

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BOY! do I have some words.

When I first found out about this anime, I was in my sophomore year of high school and was still wet behind the ears when it came to buying or reading manga. It only had trailers that showed a bunch of kids having fun in an orphanage so I thought "sweet! a new slice of life anime for me to watch on my free time"... I was dead wrong.

Episode 1 comes out, and I decided to watch it while I was eating dinner. I dropped my fork at some point while watching, and in the time it took me to pick it up, it was like a switch had flipped. I came back up to look at my phone and thought I had accidently switched to a different show! (I will not spoil what I saw, but for those who know, you know what I'm talking about) One other thing I forgot to point out is that while I did see a trailer for this anime, what I DIDN'T do was read the genre tags, which would have told me that was I was watching was NOT a slice of life, but a PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER.

I mean just look at this! Does this look like something that would be a thriller?!?

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Lord have mercy, I was clutching my pearls for the rest of the episode. Once it was over, I knew that i was determined to stick it through to the end, however I was too excited to wait. Thus I found The Promised Neverland's manga online and had 131 chapters ready for my eager eyes. This was the start of my manga reading obsession. Now just because I read the manga, doesn't mean it took away from watching it be animated. My blood still ran cold, and I still cried at moments that i saw beautifully adapted.

Now then, after telling you about my mesmerizing experience without spoilers, surely you'll want to check it out right? But before i send you on your way, I must let you know of one fatal flaw.

If you choose to read AND watch The promised neverland, DO NOT go into it's season 2 thinking that they adapted it to the manga. (Because they went the anime only route and broke my damn heart!😭) They decided to completely cut out one of the most important character development heavy arcs, thus cutting out an entire cast of characters that were very near and dear to my heart. (R.I.P -Goldy Pond)

So small TLDR just in case things seem all over the place:

The promised neverland is a psychological thriller/ mystery anime about a bunch of children living happily in an orphanage until they weren't. Season 2 never happened (Just like there never being a war in Ba sing sei) and I am a proud owner of all 20 volumes that were published paperback.(With the REAL ending)

I implore you to give The Promised Neverland episode 1 a watch, though maybe not during dinner where your fork might drop, don't wanna miss anything!

A question before you go! What do you think makes the show a psychological thriller?

Here's a final picture of season 1's spotlight characters. My favorites are Ray and Phil(Middle right & Bottom right. Such cutie patooties)

Thank you for reading! <3

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javelinspeachjam · 8 months ago

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The Monkie Kid Style Shift

(from the perspective of a fictive. i promise that's important)

To start, for those who are unaware of my existence bc you only know mills or just dont know us at all, hi! I'm Cicada, he/she pronouns, and I'm a Tang fictive. I wanted to give my opinion on all the shit that happened today, because I believe I and other fictives have unique experiences regarding source media changes :3

(the rest of the post will be under the cut, scroll away if you'd like to avoid spoilers from the trailer) (and, quick side note, NO MATTER WHAT I SAY HERE, PLEASE DO NOT HARASS ANYONE. CHRIST I CANT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS, BUT PLEASE DO NOT HARASS REAL PEOPLE OVER THESE LEGOS. K? K.)

Okay, so we all know that Flying Bark's animation has always been an integral part to the spirit of Monkie Kid as a show, and is the main reason why a lot of people love it. As a semi source-connected fictive, seeing that style is like literally seeing me and my family in photographs.

like, y'all have no idea the emotional damage this shot specifically does to me whenever i see it.

and while, yes, there is a possibility that WildBrain can simply just be learning the style (hell, even FlyingBark had to kinda learn their own style in the early days), it's an extremely drastic change and, thus, is bound to cause collateral damage.

I love speaking about my husbands, for example, and the FlyingBark style luckily gives me a great outlet to do so (pignapped lives in my mind rent free).

However, and I can't speak for any other fictives, but the art style shift is kind of like if you watched your family get replaced by aliens or robots right in front of you and couldn't do anything about it. Stiff, doesn't really have a lot of character. I've seen people theorize that they're gonna be animating on rigs instead of handrawn, which matches up. That means, however, that we can't achieve awesome shots such as. every lbd scene ever.

I know plenty of Singlet but neurodivergent people who are also distressed about this, there's familiarity. Especially in my fellow autistic folk, that feels natural, good, and we wouldn't give it up for the world.

(We mod in one of the biggest Monkie Kid discord servers and, dear gods, the fucking backlash. we're all going through it.)

I'm kind of worried that this was pushed, not only because of the ATLA movie, but also because everyone on the staff team was worried because the fandom was antsy.

Can't speak for anyone else, but all the "save me s5" jokes I made were just light hearted, and I'd much rather have quality over quantity. Personally, i'd be willing to wait years for the next monkie kid season if it meant that we could still have it animated by FlyingBark.

Now, of course, this isn't what we're getting, and we'll have to accept that, I just think it should also be valid for fans to be reasonable skeptical at the quality, no matter if it's still the same writers and VAs. It's a huge change, and all I ask is that you're patient with me.

WildBrain is an amazing studio, but I'm not sure they can adjust to the shift in style. Of course, someone's bound to be dissatisfied with it, including myself, and I ask that y'all are patient with people like that. Don't say shit like "if you're a real fan, you wouldn't care about the art style change." That's not nice.

sorry if this isn't coherent in the slightest, I have been crying for a while for the reasoning i mentioned about feeling like I've lost a part of myself. This is terrifying for me, and i ask that you please be kind to others like me <3

anyways, follow if you wanna hear me yap ab BreakfastShipping

#dissociative identity disorder #rich's rambles #lego monkie kid #lmk season 5 #fictive #lmk season 5 spoilers

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hollowpointwords0o · 1 year ago

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Not stopping

18 or older>

Based on a dream i had, so i am gonna try to write this as best as i can. This is a Jensen imagine.

Jensen: You are an actor on the show, your Deans love interest and ere comes a kiss scene, After the actor yells cut do you stop or continue.

Warning:: Smut. Fem oral, P in V Protected sex. Slight Daddy kink,

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You were getting ready for your scene with Jensen, Jared and Misha. You joined the show only a few months ago. Dean and Sam found your character (Mac) when they were hunting and took you into the bunker, things just took off from there.

"Y/N we are ready for you on set." you nodded and got the final touches of the makeup done. Walking to the set, heart pounding. Why though? Oh yeah cause your dumbass is in love with Jensen. Knowing you shouldn't be because he's married but it happened and you wish it didn't. Jared is the only one that knows about this. He over heard a phone call with your mother.

*FLASHBACK*

"I know mom but what can I do. I love him but I'm not allowed to. Fuck why did my heart have to pick Jensen?" "You love Jensen?" Jared screamed.

"Gotta go mom. Dude you can not tell anyone what you heard okay. Promise me."

"YOu know his married right.

"No shit Jar. It's not like I meant to fall for him. Please don't tell him"

"I wont but you should before things get worse." You just nodded my head and he walked away. Of course you didn't say anything. And now your here on your way to kiss the man you secretly love.

"ACTION"

Dean: Dammit Mac you cant just run into a nest of vamps like that. You could have gotten your self killed.

Mac: But I didn't and I had to save the kids.

Dean" Just do not ever do it again. You can't be that stupid.

Mac: Oh why do you even care Dean. Since I got here all you do is tell me what I do wrong. You could give two fuck less if i died.

Dean: You wrong.

Mac: Oh yeah and why is that.

Dean: Because I love you. I have since the minute I met you. Dammit i can't lose you. I won't.

Dean/Jensen walks up to you and kisses you. *CUT* calls the director. But Jensen doesn't pull away and neither do you. the kiss deepens. His hand finds your waist while yours finds his hair. Jared walks up and pulls you two apart. He looks at the both of you and says that they yelled cut 2 minutes ago. "excuse me" . Speeding walking, more like running the hell out of there and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, sliding down the door and started crying.

Why did you have to kiss him. Why didn't he stop. Does he feel the same way. So many thoughts run through your mind. Getting up you go your trailer, grabbing your keys and leaving.

It's the weekend thank god so you have time to figure things out. Jensen tried calling. never answered though. Monday rolls around and you have a meeting with the directors.

"I need to leave the show" They nodded knowing full well why you are leaving. Back at your trailer, Jared walks in seeing you pack your things.

"Are you leaving" Words would not come out so you continue packing. "You can't just leave Y/N. If this is about what happened you can move past it. It will be okay..."

"LIKE HELL IT WILL BE JAR. IT'S TOO MUCH. THIS IS BEST THING RIGHT NOW"

"What about Jensen" "What about him. He's married. Happily i might add. He doesn't love me. He doesn't want me." You finished packing everything in your box. You took off your necklace that you wore since the first episode you were in and set on the table. Jared looked at you and his eyes filled with more sadness. Taking it off meant you wanted to leave this whole thing behind you and not just the show, but the town. He hugged you "Don't be a stranger he whispered. ANd with that you walked out.

A few hours later you were at home packing. Not everything but enough to stay with your mom until you get things in order.

*AT THE SET*

Jensen is houting your name looking every where he can. Worry flooded his mind when he couldn't find you. Finally he goes to trailer in hopes that you would be there taking a nap and that's why you didn't hear him. Walking him he sees Jared sitting at the table with his head in his hands. "Where is she man1' "She's gone dude"

"What you mean she's gone." "She left Jensen. Shit got too much and she left" "What shit. Man what are you going on about?" She's in love with you man. Has been for a while. And that kiss made things in her head blur. Why did you have kiss her like that." "I don't know man, Things have been blurred for me too okay. But I don't have time to explain please just tell me where she is. "

"Like I said man she's gone" Jared but the necklace in Jensen's hand. Looking at he knew. Shoving it into his pocket he ran outside and to his car. But it blocked in. Looking around he sees one car that isn't. BABY. He drabs the keys from the set and hops in. Speeding off to your house. The whole time shouting and praying that he gets there in time.

He slams BABY into park and runs to your door knocking on it as loud as he could.

As your packing you hear a loud banging on the door. Heading down the hallway you open the door. Only to see a panting Jensen at your door. Before you could speak he chimes in.

"You cant leave. The show, the town or me. Okay I need you here with me Y/N. Since I met you all I can think about is you. I look forward to seeing you smile and being around you. Okay that kiss it wasn't Dean kissing Mac, that was Jensen kissing Y/N. I didn't want to stop. When Jared pulled us apart all I wanted to do was pull you back in. I love you baby. Please don't go. " He waits for you to answer. You stand there for a minute. "What about your wife" "That's over, it's been over for a while. We are just holding out for the kids." Before getting a chance to sat anything his lips were on yours.

Once again the kiss deepens. He kicks the door shut with his foot and pushes you up against the nearest wall. His hands roam your body while yours tugs at his hair. A slight moan leaves his lips, turning you on more. HIs lips move down to your neck, biting hard, for sure to leave a mark but right now you don't care. You tug at his shirt. "Impatient are we" He laughs. You nod. "Jump" You jump up and wrap your legs around his hips. He walks to your room. Laying you down on the bed he kisses you again. Tugging at his shirt once more he finally takes it off. You hun your hands up and down his abs which earn a slight moan from him. He helps you take off your shirt and bra which he undoes with one hand. His lips find your breast while his hand plays with the other one. "Fuck" you moan while arching into him

He switches breasts and hands. Moans escape your lips and you feel him smirk while sucking on you nipple. Jensen kisses down your stomach and stops right at the line of your jeans. Helping you take them off he kisses the inside of your thigh. He licks a strip between your folds causing you the throw your head back. Jensen starts sucking on your clit. "OH shit Jensen" You moans while tugging at his hair. He groans at the sound of his name leaving your mouth in pleasure. He adds a finger, then two. Moans and profanities is all that you can make. "Jensen Im..I'm close. Oh fuck gonna cum" "do it baby. Cum for me, let it all go" And with that you scream his name and cum hard. So hard it cause you to black out for a second. You open your eyes to see a surprised Jensen. "Damn babe I think you squirted. That was hot. Do it again for me yeah." Before you could protest his mouth was back on your clit and fingers pumping in out of you at ungodly speed. "OH GOD JENSEN YES> FUCK DONT STOP RIGHT THERE." You came quicker then before and harder. Squirting once again. Jensen comes back to kiss you. Making you taste yourself. Your take your hand and rub his hard on. "As much I want to feel your mouth of my dick I need to be inside you right now. He takes off his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Climbing on top of you, he looks at you one more time, nodding your head "yes" And with that he slowly pushes inside you. Giving you time adjust, "Move" He moves slow giving you time but you can tell he wants more and that's exactly what you tell him. "More Jensen please" "Baby I give you more I won't be able to hold back, i will pound this sweet tight little pussy of yours raw. You won't be able to walk tomorrow." Do it" Jensen's sped starting increasing more and more. Pounding into you just like he said he would. He goes faster and hard the more you moan and scream for him. He groans and moans in your ear. Fuck how is is possible to get more turned on while getting railed. To deep into your thoughts you didn't hear him. He halts his movements which brings you back to reality.

"Oh look at my pretty little slut. Too dick drunk to even listen to daddy's words. I said you won't cum until I tell you to understood." Words won't from so you nod. This causes Jensen to pull out and slam hard into you. "Words darling. use your words" You didn't though. Mind fuzzy, you didn't speak. which again cause Jensen to pull out and slams into you. "SHIT" you moaned loud. "YES I understand daddy please just move. I need you" Jensen smirks and moves once more. Nails digging into his back. God" he groans in both pain and pleasure. He sits up on his, grabs your hips and pulls you closer, going harder then before he takes his thumb and pushes it hard against your numb. "Yes right there. Oh god." "Wrong darling. Me. God don't got shit to this with this. It's all me. Making you feel this good. Making you dick drunk. Me who is causing those sweet moans to come out.. He grabs your hand and puts it on your stomach. "Feel that baby. That's all me, filling you up." He grabs your neck making you look at him. " Do not moan god's name again." He goes back to fucking you senseless, and rubbing your numb. You clench down against him. Trying to hold it in. "Jensen I can't hold it. I'm so close. Please."

He shakes his head. "Not yet baby. I'm almost there okay hold it for me yeah. You can do it. With in a few minutes his thrust gets sloppy and his breath pick up. "Come with me Y/N" You and him let go at the same time. Riding out yall's highs he stops and lays on you for a minute before laying beside you discarding the condom into the trash can beside your bed.. You turn to lay on his chest while trying to calm your beathing.

"I love you Y/N . Will you be mine." He looks at you with eyes pleading. You smile and look up at him. "I already am" HE smiles and kisses you one last time before pulling the cover over you and falling sleep with you in arms.

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First time writing something like this. I hope you enjoy.

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captainlunaxmen · 1 year ago

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The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 9

Eddie munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: time to kill the bastard.

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, blood, violence, trauma.

Our first stop is Creel's house.

Erica, Lucas and Max goes to get out of the camper.

"Be careful, okay?" Steve tells them, then turn to Lucas. "I'm counting on you Sinclair. Anything happens, you put those headphones on her head, immediately"

"I will" Lucas replies with determination.

"We got it" Max remarks.

"We know you do" I give her an encouraging smile.

They all nod and go out... to the Creel's house.

"They're gonna be fine" Eddie whispers at me.

"Yeah... yeah, I know" I nod.

Then it's time to drive off to the trailer park.

We manage to find a good spot to leave the camper so...Time to go over the plan one last time.

"Okay. I wanna run through it one more time" Nancy starts "phase one"

"We meet Erica at the playground" Robin says while Nancy nods. "She'll signal Max and Lucas when we're ready."

"Phase two" Nancy asks.

"Max baits Vecna. He'll go after her, which'll put him in his trance." Steve answers.

"Phase three?"

"Me and Eddie draw the bat's away." Dustin answers.

"Four"

"We head into Vecna's lair, and... we kill him" I say.

"Nobody moves on to the next phase until we've all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?" Nancy firmly instructs.

"Got it" we all say and get up, heading to Eddie's trailer.

We walk, literally, in the dark once again sneaking around the trailer park, careful not to make noise and catch everyone's attention. Finally we arrive at his trailer.

Obviously, Steve's the one to go first and set another mattress under the portal.

"Be careful" Dustin tells him.

"Thanks, buddy" Steve replies before grabbing the rope and climbs up and then down into the Upside Down with, what he thinks, is a cool flip, he even looks up to us with a proud grin.

"Wow.. what does he wants us to do, applaud?" Robin asks sarcastically.

"Yap. I think he misses the attention" I mutter, earning an amused cough from Nancy.

In the meantime Steve brought the mattress.

"Let's go" he tells us.

Nancy goes frist, with Robin's help she climbs to the Upside Down.

After her we throw the weapons through the gate and then we climb up too.

After retrieving weapons, bombs and shields we walk out.

"Hey, guys. Listen" Steve turns to Dusntin and Eddie. "If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep 'em busy for a minute or two. We'll take care of Vecna. Don't try to be cute or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just--"

"Decoys" Dustin says for him. "Don't worry. You can be the hero, Steve"

I let out a small laugh.

"Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We're not heroes." Eddie agrees, showing a nervous smile.

So Steve starts to walk off, but Eddie stops him.

"Hey, Steve?" Steve turns to him and after a small pause Eddie speaks again "make him pay"

Steve nods and walks off, I send both him and Dustin a smile before following the other.

"Y/n?"

I turn around seeing Eddie walking towards me.

"I'll be right behind you guys, give me a minute" I tell them.

They a nod and walk away.

"Yes?" I ask Eddie, who looks back to check Dustin walking back in the trailer

"Uh... listen... since we don't know how this is gonna end... uh... can I kiss you?" He blurts out in a whisper.

That took me completely by surprise.

"I... sorry. I don't want our first kiss to be because something bad might happen. I want you to kiss me properly, when all this is over." I tell him.

"What you mean by 'properly', uh?" He asks.

"Push me against the wall, kinda thing, grab my hips... you know" I say with and embarrassed chuckle.

"Is that so?" He softly laughs.

"Yeah."

"Thought you wanted something sweet and soft" he teases.

"Oh, my lord, you'd be surprised" I wink.

"Is that a promise then? We get out of here and I finally get to kiss you?" He ask with a grin.

"And anything else you want" I smirk.

"Anything? I like the sound of that"

"Better stay alive then, uh?" I hug him and walk backwards before following Robin, Steve and Nancy.

We've been walking for, what feels like, forever. The Creel's house surely is far.

"Uh.. I don't mean to freak anyone out" Robin speaks up, breaking the silence "but I swear we've seen this tree before"

"That's impossible" Nancy immediately says.

"That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world because... 'Cause we got lost on the woods?" Robin replies, rambling nervously.

"We're not lost, don't worry, okay? We'll get there soon enough" I try to reassure her.

She just chuckles and starts to walk faster ahead of us.

"Robin, hey. Watch out for the vines! Hive mind. Remember?" Nancy warns her.

"Ugh... I better catch up with her... before she falls" I say rushing to catch up with her.

"Thank you!" Steve says loudly.

With Robin sometimes it's like... co-parenting... she's cute, but...challenging.

"Robin, wait!" I say.

Once I finally do catch up with her, she grabs my hand and pulls me close to her as we walk.

"You good?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Just... freaked out" she admits.

"Hey.. you know we're gonna make it.. as always" I try once again to assure her.

"Nor even you fully believe that. You really can't sugar-coat things. Like... What if we don't make it? What if we fucked up and everything goes to shit?"

"You're right... I really can't sugar-coat anything...and well... if everything does go to shit. We tried. At least we tried." I squeeze her hand "I don't see anyone else here, do you?"

"No.."

"See? We're trying to do something, we might fail... that possibility has always been there, yet here we are, all of us."

"You're right" she simply says.

"I'm always right" I proudly say.

"Being friends with Steve made you a little too cocky, uh?" She teases.

"Oh.. God yes... please make it stop" I joke making her laugh.

"I will, I promise" she laughs.

Her gaze catch onto something in front of us.

The Creel's house.

"Shit! Told you we weren't lost!" I tell her, who immediately rush back to Steve and Nancy leaving me there.

"Be right back!" She tells me.

She comes back soon after with Nancy and Steve with her.

"There it is" I say pointing at the house "and... there they fucking are" I point at the bats flying over the house. "I think the guys are ready" I nod to the playground in front of the house where a small ball of energy sparks.

"Erica" Steve says and I nod.

So we head to her.

So far, so good.

We warn her we ready.

"Okay, the lovebirds have copied. Max is moving into phase two: distracting Vecna." She informs us.

"So far, so smooth" Robin comments.

"Yeah, we're not even at the hard part yet" Steve replies.

"Take the bait, you son of a bitch" I hear Nancy saying looking straight to the house.

Please Max be careful, I think.

"Hey.. it's okay." Steve whispers to me.

"I know... I know.. I'm just worried. I'm fine, Steve, I promise" I assure him.

"Tell me, though. Please"

"I will" I give him a smile before kneeling down to try and calm my nerves.

We wait and wait and wait.

Finally Erica speaks again.

"Okay, she's in. Initiate phase three"

Robin immediately grabs the walkie and inform Dustin and Eddie.

"She's in. Move on to phase three"

"Copy that. Initiating phase three" Dustin replies.

"Time for the concert of your life, Eddie" I mutter.

After a moment we faintly hear the unmistakable sound of an electric guitar.

Oh my god... that's of the new Metallica songs... fuck! how is it called? Master of Puppets, yes!

"Oh he's good" I comment.

The bats hear it too, they're quickly flying towards the "noise".

"Okay. It's working. Let's go" Nancy says.

We all stand walking to the house.

We enter the house, careful not to step on the vines. It's kind of difficult when the whole place is literally covered in them. Steve goes first, then Nancy, Robin and then me.

They start to walking up the stairs when I hear a noise. I stop for a moment to check if it's another creature or not.

"Guys" I whisper-shouts.

They turn to look at me from upstairs, but before I can tell them a big earthquake interrupts me.

"You guys okay?" I ask once the earthquake stops.

They don't have time to answer because a vine tied itself to Robin's ankle, next thing I know she's being held to the wall screaming for help.

I try to get upstairs while Steve and Nancy try to cut the vines and free her, but they're stopped by more tentacles slithering grabbing them, choking them against the wall.

I'm almost on top, almost to them, when I feel something wet crawling my leg. I try to wriggle free from it, but its hold is too tight, wrapped firmly on my leg, pulling.

I fell on the ground, hitting my arm hard, but I don't have enough time to react because I'm being dragged back downstairs and literally thrown back outside.

When I hit the ground I feel my sight darkening until I see nothing at all.

I finally open my eyes again.

It's difficult to breath, I feel vines still crawling over my body and I struggle to get free.

I manage to grab the shotgun and start to shoot at the roots, finally freeing myself.

I immediately stand up and run back to the house, but the door is closed shut.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" I try "Steve! Nancy! Robin!"

Fuck... I hope they're not answering because they can't hear me and not because they're still trapped.

"Y/N!"

Nancy.

"Nancy! I can't get back in!"

"Go back to the trailer then!" She tells me. "We can't open it either. We'll go upstairs and kill Vecna, you go back and find something to open this"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! We got it."

"Be careful, please!"

And then no answer again.

Fuck.

I take a very deep breath as soon as I feel myself shaking.

I'll go back to Dustin and Eddie and with them I can find a way. Yeah.

Another deep breath.

I start to run back to the trailer park.

I run as fast as I can.

All sorts of thought invade my mind.

What if they can't kill him?

What if he kills them first?

I couldn't stand losing any of them.. let alone all of them... I couldn't stand it again

I looked for Hopper when I saw Joyce back at Starcourt.

No signs of him.

Maybe he's talking to someone about this whole situation, I thought.

But then... I saw Joyce's face looking at El.

She wasn't happy, like "we won" kind of happy. No... she was devastated.

That's not possible, I said to myself. It can't be.

I kept looking at Joyce and El talking and then hugging. Joyce trying to comfort her.

When her eyes locked into mine... I fall.

Hopper was gone and I couldn't do anything about it.

I cried, my chest hurt... I couldn't breath.

But then, a hand touched my shoulder.

"Y/n..." Dustin's voice calmed me a little.

"Sweetheart..." Joyce. "I'm so sorry"

She kneeled with me holding me as I sobbed against her.

"I know.. I know."

I've never felt that pain before... not like that...

How can anyone survive that?

How?

"Ma'am?" Someone calls.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Joyce whispered at me.

"I'll stay here" Dustin offered then proceeded to kneel beside me and put his head on my shoulder reassuringly. "You know... uh, my mom always asks about you. Insists you're always too thin, well.. ever if you weighted more than a whale, you'd still be too thin for her..." he let out a small laugh "what I mean is, uh.. you're always welcome, you know"

"Thank you Dustin" I managed to say.

"You're always welcome at my house too" I turned around to see Mike standing up, holding El's hand. "I mean.. my whole family love you more than they love me so.. might as well" he added, with a chuckle.

I hold my hand out for El, who gently accepted it to sit with me as we hugged each other.

"At my house too" Lucas joined.

"Same" Max with him.

"And obviously.. same at mine" Will.

"Thank you guys"

As I approach the trailer park I see something moving... running.

I stop for a moment, trying to understand what's happening there.

Oh my god.

It's Eddie. He's running from the bats.. but why?

I scream as I see the bats knock Eddie over, off of the bike, but he stands up quickly, thankfully.

I get back to running, eyes fixed on him, I don't think he can see me, yet.

He's running away, but stops, turns around and grabs the shield and the spear.

Fuck.

No. No. No.

He manages to fight off a lots of them, but they're still too many and they manage to attack themselves at Eddie's sides.

I stop. Grab the shotgun... and aim.

I'm able to hit a few of them, before Eddie turns around and sees me.

I keep getting closer and closer as I shoot the creatures, until I'm basically by Eddie's side.

"What part of 'don't be heroes' you didn't understand, uh?" I scold him.

"Can't run forever" he simply answers.

I take care of those bats above us while Eddie the ones getting too close.

After what feels like eternity, the demobats, suddenly, fell.

"Maybe they did it..." I breath out.

"You think?" Eddie asks me.

"I hope... fuck..."

I feel Eddie's hand on my shoulder, to keep himself up, but he falls on the ground.

"Eddie?" I kneel down beside him, noticing just now the huge wounds on his body.

"Oh shit.. okay.. " I shakily say.

"That bad, uh?" He asks.

"No. Hey, look at me okay? It's okay. They're... not exactly good, but they're not that bad" I insist.

"Has anyone told you you can't sugar-coat anything?" He asks. Voice tired and weak.

I feel my eyes watering, there's so much blood... too much blood.

I have nothing to help him, except maybe...

I immediately take off the shirt he gave me and start to rip it.

"I'm gonna buy you a new one, I promise" I tell him.

"Hey... hey..." he weakly calls "I know we said after all this, but...seeing the situation..do you think I could get that kiss now?"

He laughs it off, but I can tell he's scared.

"I'm sorry, love" I force myself to smile as I put pressure on his wounds with some ripped tissues "We're gonna get you to the hospital. You're gonna be fine and then... you'll kiss me properly."

"Hey... uh... I didn't run away this time, right?" He asks and I let the tears freely fell.

"You didn't. You're so brave" I caress his cheek with one hand. "And you played amazingly too"

"Yeah?" He asks. "Did you hear it?"

"Definitely. Gotta have to play for me, one of these days" I wink at him.

"I'll play whatever you want, m'lady" he says in a pained whisper.

I keep putting pressure and clean his wounds, trying my best to take deep breaths and keep my hands steady.

"I liked that, you know" he speaks again in a whisper.

"What?"

"You calling me 'love'... I liked it" he admits almost shyly.

"You're getting shy on me now, Munson?" I try to joke, even if my tears disagree.

"With you? Always"

"Eddie!" I look up and see Dustin running to us. He's.. limping towards us.

"Dustin.. what the hell happened?"

"Hey buddy" Eddie says.

"He.. he said he wanted to buy more time and.. and cut the rope and took the mattress off so I had to climb up.." he cries.

"Okay.. Dustin listen. Keep pressure here, I'll run get the others"

"Are they okay? Why are you here?" He asks me.

"They're at the house, but the door closed and we couldn't open it. Now, please, keep pressing there okay?" I tell him, standing up and grabbing a spear, I don't know how helpful it would be but there's nothing much here.

"Hey.. don't leave me." Eddie's weak voice breaks my heart.

"I'll be right back. Okay? I promise" I tell him.

I turn back ready to run back to the Creel's house when I spot Nancy, Steve and Robin in the distance.

I rush to them, they do the same.

We meet halfway.

Steve's quickly to wrap his arms tightly around me, as Nancy and Robin catch up with him.

"Thank god you're okay, honey" he whispers.

"I was so scared" I say back, letting him go and immediately hugging Robin and Nancy.

"You did it?" I ask.

"Perfect flambé" Robin winks.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Eddie... You.. you guys need to help us"

I run with them back to Eddie and Dustin.

"Hey" I say kneeling back down with Dustin "told you I'd be back"

"Hey, m'lady" he weakly smile at me as I grab his hand, feeling more tears coming out.

"Help.. please" I look up to Steve who looks more scared than ever, not sure on what to do "please" I whisper.

Robin gently grabs me to make me stand up as Steve kneels down and with Dustin's help they manage to make Eddie stand.

That's a good sign.. right?

"It's gonna be okay, Y/n" Nancy tells me.

I just nod, eyes focused on Eddie's back as they walk to the trailer.

It's gonna be okay. I keep repeating in my head.

It has to...

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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invisiblegarters · 1 year ago

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Only Friends Character Rankings - Ep 5

Probably I should wait to do this but lbr I'm not watching that episode again lol. I am far too invested in Sand to watch it. Yep, I have become that person and while I actually enjoy all these characters I would see them all burn (metaphorically please no people roasts in this show) if it meant that Sand would get out mostly unscathed.

Alas, this is not shaping up to be that show. I said I will defend Sand's wrongs and that includes sticking around a dude who is not going to give him what he wants but damn, I do wish he loved himself more.

But let's get to it.

(Quick disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions and do not necessarily reflect an accurate interpretation of these characters or the show itself. In case that wasn't glaringly obvious)

Characters (From Most to Least Fave atm)

Sand. Oh my darling dumbass. I feel like he thought that Ray could be a bright shining thing in his life and now he's been smacked with cold hard reality courtesy of Boston. He thinks he's building his walls up but unfortunately I've seen the trailer so I know he's not, he's just papering them over and telling himself that's good enough (you need stronger materials hon). He compared Ray to a dog this ep but honestly he is starting to remind me of one, and not in the good way. That said, he is my ride or die for better or worse and so while I hate this for him eventually kicked dogs do stop coming back so I will wait for that day (well, they either stop coming back or they turn on the person kicking them).

I get now what First meant when he said that Sand has to deal with his feelings on his own. I mean I already got it but we're seeing it put in to practice here. Because Ray doesn't owe Sand anything, he's never made promises, Sand got ahead of himself and now he's gotta deal with reality on his own. Them's the breaks. And I think we all know the best thing for him would be to take a couple steps back until he can move past this thing (and I don't even think it would take that long tbh - Sand's got too much on his plate to be indulging in pesky feelings like this and if he was out of Ray's orbit I don't actually think it would be difficult for him to remember that. He just gets swept up because Ray is kind of a whirlwind and he makes it easy to forget that real life exists. But it does, and Sand's real life is a lot different from Ray's and involves a lot more pragmatism and compartmentalization).

Aside from that, I was so happy to get a Sand episode my goodness. I cheered aloud when I heard him start to narrate lol. And I do think that both the debt collectors and his dad are gonna come up again - I can't help but assume one of our main cast shares that father. My gut feeling is Top but I've seen around that it could be Boston because politician daddy and if so I would be here for it. I would also be highkey amused if it's Ray but I do not think the show will go there. Mew is another good possibility but as I am still hoping that the show will let them make out at some point and I doubt that will happen if they are blood related I am choosing to believe that's not the case.

I do like that the show is doing the work with him. Am I frustrated that I already know he's gonna keep letting this thing with Ray go on until it destroys him? Yes. But I also see where it's coming from. If Sand starts to really see what's going on with Ray re: alcohol, I think he'll slip into caretaker mode and feel he *can't* walk away, and he feels that way because he's already taking care of his mom, paying off her debts and working nonstop so that he can do that while also going to school. His life has set him up to be weak to someone like Ray, it's not entirely on him being stupid, and at least I have that as a consolation for when he inevitably makes me want to shake some sense into his beautiful dumb head.

Lastly, the way he yelled at Boston and Nick to go to Nick's room (and the fact that they *did*! And Boston's "oh shit" face. Even the sullen little eyeroll while he did as told was funny - Sand effectively reduced him to a kid again and he knew it) cracked me up. Reminded me of Mew telling Ray to lie in bed and think of what he did last episode. My SandMew feelings are intensifying I need those two to meet and maybe hook up okay show thank you (I know they won't hook up but I can dream).

Boston. Yes, Boston. My guy really out here doing the most to cause drama again and I still love him for it. This time there is no real goal except destruction and Boston being all caught up in his feelings about Top and Mew and I'm that Lady Gaga meme. You keep on doing the most darling because you are really the only reason any shit is getting done, even if the shit that is getting done is breaking everything in sight.

And also, it has to be said, he wasn't wrong about anything he said. I mean, he was awful about how he revealed things and the way he escalated the situation was absolutely bananas but he wasn't wrong.

I still see him and Ray as very similar. In this ep they both decided to love the one they're with (figure of speech don't get excited I see no love there my guys) since they can't be with the ones they want, with varying degrees of success. Until Boston decided to piss in the sandbox, that is.

Ray. I feel like this might come as a shock since I clearly don't like him much and because I love Sand to the point that I just want him out of the way of all these dumbasses, but. I also can't stress enough that Ray hasn't done anything wrong. I don't love how he keeps pushing his way past every boundary that Sand tries to put down but Sand is also very much showing him every place to push to make him give in. And yes Ray is definitely intentionally using Sand to try to move on from Mew but well, as far as he knows this is all just fun anyway. no pressure and no commitment. And right up until the end of this episode Sand was deliberately letting him think that (yes I love him but I don't think I've quite reached the point where I'm not seeing how he's contributing to his own misery. He's doing it both by not walking away and by letting Ray think he doesn't give a shit. You can't be surprised when the guy you've told to his face doesn't mean much to you assumes that that's the case).

Plus he's been up front about how he sees Sand. I want to be mad at him for it because I hate seeing Sand cry, but Ray has been very clear at every given opportunity that he does not see Sand as a possible romantic partner. He will fuck him, he will follow him around and beg for his attention, but he will not date him. Yeah, his nervous denials in front of Boston stung because Sand let himself think that wasn't the case (and because in hindsight he has to realize that Ray was so adamant because he was afraid Boston would relay this back to Mew - that was an instinctive, kneejerk no don't tell my lover I'm cheating response and Sand has to have realized that with some time to think. And what's worse, it's not the first time he's reacted that way), but he's never said otherwise. If Sand can't handle it it's on him to take the steps necessary to make it not a problem.

And now that I've said all that I reserve the right to be furious when Ray continues to use Sand knowing that he is in deeper than Ray himself is. Because while his feelings are not Ray's responsibility, deliberately toying with someone you KNOW wants more from you is shitty.

Since he was all tangled up in Sand's stuff this ep there's not much else to say about him really.

Well, yes. There is one thing. I am surer than ever he is going to get behind the wheel drunk and he's going to hurt some- no. He's going to hurt Sand. Because you don't have these two together bringing up dangerous driving this much and have it not come back to hurt everyone later. Mark my words, the First Kanaphan character in a hospital bed universe is getting a new member (if the morgue doesn't collect him first I wish I were joking I hate myself). Also the way his face flickered lightning fast from gut punched before he wiped it off when Sand said he didn't trust Ray with his life was excellent, kudos to Khaotung for that one.

Top. Look at this man getting exactly what he wants this ep. He was more fun on the whole last episode reading everyone to filth but he's still reaping the benefits of it and I can't really say I hate that for him. Also I can't really get enough of his unimpressed reaction to Boston doing literally anything. Boston could be out here doing the best of works and Top would just be like "loser" and I respect that.

Things are gonna go to shit for him very fast so I hope he enjoys his moment of winning.

Mew. MEW what are you DOING. I can't tell if his whole "oh wow we just saw a bunch of guys who want Top but Top was focused only on me" thing was in his own head or if Top deliberately took him 'round to all his hookups so that Mew can see how much he's changed, but either way, no my dude. Stop.

I keep thinking to what he told Top in the first episode. If I sleep with you, I'm going to be so obsessed. And I think we're gonna see that happening next ep.

But frankly he's mostly here because of that preview. You're really going to get Lasik surgery for this dude? MEW I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WHERE'S MY TYRA GIF.

Nick. Pretty much the same as above. Nick, do not start trying to tone up and wearing Dad Chic to try to get Boston to love you. Top barely pulls the golf dad look off, you are much better as you are. The hell my dude. I was literally so annoyed by this the entire episode that I had a hard time paying attention to his scenes. So I guess I will have to watch those again. You also made your roommate send your fuck buddy to your room like a naughty child like Nick if you can't actually handle it when Boston does this shit you are not on the level I thought you were. Seriously disappointed in you (but not that disappointed because as I said, Sand sending them both to Nick's room was peak hilarity for me).

Relationships (Fave to Least Fave atm)

Sand and Nick. They are lovely, and I still have hope that they make out a little once things go really pear shaped. I just like every interaction they have, honestly and I'd be happy to see more.

Boston and Mew. These two fucking fascinate me. There is so much animosity there, and only Boston's is mostly up front. They both have so much disdain for the way the other chooses to live their life. and it just feels so deeply personal that I figure that there has to be a fuckton of projection going down on both sides.

And now I'm gonna step outside the characters and say that it makes perfect sense to me that this war is breaking open over a dude that now they've both slept with, especially when you think about their differing attitudes towards sex and how derisive they both are of the opposite view. Of course this thing with Top is now a competition for both of them - whoever Top chooses to be with in the end will be the one who was right, after all.

And this is why I suspect that even after he finds out about Top and Boston, Mew won't leave. Because he's gotta win at all costs, even if he doesn't even really like the person he's with (although I still think he'll sleep with Ray for real at some point, that doesn't necessarily mean he'll let go of Top).

TopMew. I dunno, I actually thought they were sweet this ep. It's all gonna go to hell in a handbasket because Toto can't stop biting (yes this a Wizard of Oz reference and yes Boston is Toto) but I do genuinely enjoy them onscreen. *shrugs* I don't know maybe I'm just weird. Also I'm really looking forward to this implosion and the sweeter they are now the worse it'll be later. Mess, mess, mess!

And someone else pointed this out but it is interesting that all of Mew and Top's dates have elements of hiding/obfuscating (someone let me know who so I can link it, it was good). In the first one they are literally hunting each other, the second they can't hear (but I do think it's relevant that they choose to listen to the same song. Or well. Mew does), and in the third they can't see each other. And my own thought to add to that is that in every last one Mew is the one who gives himself away or changes or shifts.

But remember that in laser tag Mew was the one who shot. He might be blinded now but he's getting Lasik next ep (still hate that for him and if I don't joke about it this will just turn into a rant about not changing anything about yourself for a dude so).

I am wondering though if Top is going to tell Mew about what happened with Boston after the confrontation on Mew's birthday. Because he has to know that Mew is edging closer to the truth here, and Ray isn't just gonna give up because Mew hits him once (oh it'll set him back and as I said, probably send him haring after Sand to play the blame game, but Ray ain't giving up, both I think from genuine concern and because he will (maybe rightly) assume this will leave Mew vulnerable enough he'll consider Ray an option (to be clear, I don't think that this bit will be something he is consciously aware of or plans it just feels right to me)).

I still think that Mew has clocked enough weird interactions that he suspects something is up with Boston, and that is why he called him this ep. And I further think that he laid his nerves on so thick deliberately. I just don't think that him calling Boston to toy with him negates having actual feelings for Top. I think both can be true.

BostonNick. They had me in a chokehold last ep but as I said I'm not a fan of NIck Single White Femaling Top to be more appealing to Boston. Number one, Top's fashion sucks. Number two, Top's fashion sucks.

I wanted Nick to be more unhinged than this. I am disappointed that he's not.

That said, on a scale of "I can see it" to "dear god get it away from me", I still ship it more than

SandRay. Well they weren't kidding when they said that this is gonna be the angsty, dramatic one. I do still have hope that their angst isn't all about Ray being in love with Mew though. What can I say, I'm like Sand in a lot of ways, including my stupid, unsinkable hope that the clear writing on the wall will change if I just give it enough time.

I just feel like there are more interesting, far more relationship breaking ways to go with them. Like sure, Ray's in love with Mew, he's gonna wreck shit for that specific reason. But he's also kind of a dick about Sand's entire existence? Like he just can't stop being a spoiled rotten little rich boy for two seconds, can he? Don't think I missed all of his little digs about literally every step of the "let's spend a day living how Sand lives" experience. Because I did not.

I was also genuinely surprised that Ray asked about Sand's dreams, mostly because he's shown less than zero interest in Sand as a person unless it'll get him into his bed (or his hand down his pants). I mean I was happy he did because I wanted to know, but it seemed out of left field for me.

Ray's problems with alcohol would be an interesting direction to take things. Because that's another huge issue, and one I think Sand has only just cottoned on to (oh not that Ray drinks too much - he clocked that way back - but just how very very bad it actually is). Is he gonna stick his nose in? I feel like he might.

What does give me hope that at least some of this is planned is that we are getting the Mew Problem so early. That it will continue to be one I have no doubt - I've said it before and I'll say it again, Ray will let go of that crush only if someone pries him away from it finger by finger - but surely that can't be it, not when we're getting so many other ways that these two don't work?

I also think that Sand's tendency to turtle is going to cause problems, although I understand him far more than Ray (in case it wasn't obvious). Personally the reason he frustrates me so much is I wouldn't just turtle away from any of it, I'd reel back so hard and so far that you'd never find me again, haha. So Sand's continued return to the same things that hurt him frustrates me beyond belief.

I think he should have just asked his questions. I get why he didn't, why he retreated into "you don't owe me anything and I have no right to ask" rather than hear it directly from Ray that all Boston said was true. Of course he doesn't need to hear it, Ray's reaction was enough, but also it might have done them both good to have Ray say it. I said it already, but in some ways Sand is doing this to himself, and not just by sticking around when everyone knows he should not.

I also wonder how much his ex trauma is playing into his withdrawal here. Because when Nick was saying that he feels like nothing compared to Top, Sand's response was "I know how that feels" (probably not an exact quote, but you get it). He's already played this game before and lost. I can see why he might try to just take himself out of it the second time around.

That said, the way I need that ex to show up real time and not just in flashbacks is insane. I need them to show up and I need for all those feelings Sand's clearly just shoved down to come bubbling back up and make everything worse. Please let the ex show up at the worst possible time. Please please please I'm begging. 🙏🙏🙏

I wonder how long this attempt to keep boundaries with Ray is going to last. Not long, is my guess.

In Conclusion

All these bitches are messy, some in a more fun way for me personally than others.

Yo is the best character in this entire show and I will hear no arguments.

And where are the lesbians?

#only friends #only friends the series #rankings

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