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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

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suckerfordylansstuff · 2 years

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New Journey (S.H) Chapter 1 Season 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Back to Hawkins for spring break. Y/n believed it would just be a quiet time to cherish with her loved ones, but one day in and another mess had already began.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs, slight smut at the end

Notes: Back with season 4! Okay so I really liked writing this chapter, especially because I did something I have never done before. I wrote smut. Not full on, but I think for the amount I wrote I did pretty good. Go easy on me, I'm new. I want to warn everyone that there is some 'shit talk' about Eddie in this (don't attack me lol). Oh, I also have little to no knowledge about basketball and how the games work on the U.S., so if I made any mistake let me know! I hope you are safe out there and please enjoy the chapter! 💕

Gif not mine

Prologue << New Jounrey Masterlist >> Chapter 2

“Steve, phone!” you called for your boyfriend to answer the ringing phone besides you. You were sitting by the counter, silently reading the descriptions on some of the movies Steve had lying around, trying to find something interesting for you to watch.

“Yep. Comin’!” you turned to see him as he slightly jogged towards the counter. He was previously rearranging some of the displays around the store. He says it was the perfect time to do it because not many people showed up to the store during lunch time. He passed by you, giving you a quick kiss, which made you smirk, before he answered the phone “Hello, this is Family Video, how can I help you today?”

“How professional.” you whispered, teasing him at how much his voice changed when he wanted to be serious for the costumers. He bit his lip, looking at you, fighting back a laugh, when recognition filled his eyes “Oh, hey, man, how’s it going?” you wondered who was on the other line, but your boyfriend’s next words made it clear “Nothing much, just planning on spending it with your sister.” he smiled and took hold of your hand, playing with your fingers as he listened to your brother’s words.

“No.” was the only thing Steve said after a minute of silence on his line. You were more than certain that Dustin was trying to make him do something Steve had no intention of doing whatsoever.

“What, so I can hang out with you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Uh, yeah, I’ll pass.” the boy in front of you scoffed.

‘Wait- Munson?’ you thought to yourself.

“Who?” you were shocked.

Of course you knew Eddie Munson. He was a year older than you and Steve yet still in High School. He was the one you went to for any kind of drug your heart desired. Buying from him were the only times you ever interacted. You didn’t truly know him; you never felt the need to. You had your friends, and he had his. But you always considered him as dangerous. Dealing with drugs was one thing, but the way he also acted at times, made you wary. You didn’t like judging people (especially after you saw a different side to the Steve your sixteen-year-old self knew), but nothing about Eddie made you feel safe.

You looked at Steve as he continued with his conversation. His face scrunched up “Ew. Ugh. Whatever. Look, there is no way I’m doing anything besides being with Y/n for the next days, so I’m out of the question.” his words would have made you smile cheekily, if you were focused on a certain matter. What was Dustin doing with a drug dealer?

Suddenly a sound caught your attention. Customers had entered the shop “Oh, I got some customers. I’ll call-” his words were cut short as he listened to Dustin speak, then his eyes fell on you and his brows lifting upwards. He must have connected the dots at your frustrated look “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s the best idea, but here you go.” he handed you the phone, before leaving to greet the customers.

“Hello, Dustin.” you said your voice steady, your elbows leaning on top of the counter.

“There she is! My great sister, who surprised us today. It’s so great having you back.” he was trying to butter you up so you would agree at his every request, but you weren’t having it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Eddie Munson?” you went straight to the point you wanted to make.

“What? I told you about Eddie.” Dustin was confused at the new topic of conversation. The only thing he wanted was to find a person to fill in Lucas’ spot so he wouldn’t disappoint his new friend.

“No, no. You told me about an Eddie, not about Munson. How did this happen?”

“He’s the one who organizes the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.” he simply replied “Which bring me back to my question. Wouldn’t you prefer to ditch St-” you cut him off.

“Dustin, I don’t think it’s good for you to be around him.” as the bigger sibling you always felt the need to express your opinion about something, especially if that involved a stupid thing your brother was doing.

“Why not?” he sounded hurt. He really enjoyed Eddie’s company. He even thought that one day you’d meet and be friends together. He tried pushing Steve to hang out with them more, but he always said the same thing ‘Why would I want to hang out with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?’. He thought you’d be more open minded, and not just like everyone else. Maybe he was wrong…

“He’s a drug dealer, Dustin, need I say more?” you pressed on the matter.

“He’s not like how everyone else think he is. If you agree to be our sub tonight at the final campaign, then you’ll see that’s he’s actually pretty cool.” he hoped you’d agree and see for yourself, Eddie wasn’t a bad person. He was someone he looked up to. Someone he could relate to.

His words confused you “Wait? Tonight? Are you telling me that you will not be at the game tonight? The one where one of your best friends is playing in?”

“Uh…” your brother didn’t know who to respond. He hated missing the game, but D&D was more important right now.

You really wanted to make him come to his senses, but Steve’s words rang in your mind. He’s not a kid anymore. You don’t have to shield him away from the unknown. You knew if Dustin was ever in actual trouble, Steve would help him out, and given the fact that he hasn’t done anything about Munson means that he’s not as big of a threat as you believed he’d be. You sighed “If you’re not going to be there for Lucas, then I have to. You’ll need to find someone else to join you, Dusty.”

“Okay. I’ll go check if Mike had any luck finding someone.” the line got quiet. You didn’t like disappointing Dustin, you always wanted to see him with a huge smile on his face, but sometimes things don’t go your way. You opened your mouth to wish him luck with his game before hanging up when he beat you to it “I’m gonna go now… And Y/n? He’s a good person. You know I can realize when something is dangerous.” he said and hung up the phone.

You really didn’t give this kid enough credit. He’s been through so much, seen so many things, that you didn’t need to worry about every single thing that bothered you. He knew what was right and what was wrong.

“He didn’t tell you about Munson?” Steve voice pulled you away from your thoughts. He always knew what troubled you.

“He told me about an Eddie that he became friends with. He didn’t tell me it was Munson.” you turned to face him, your body leaning against the counter. He walked slowly towards you, taking your hands in his.

“He’s not bad. At least, based on what the kids tell me. Just crazy enough to want to hang out with them.” he laughed, and a smirk appeared on your lips.

“Well, then we’ll hit it off better than I thought!” you told him sarcastically. His smile didn’t leave its place as his palms found your hips, bringing his body closer, but not as close as you both would have preferred since there were still customers searching for a movie around the store.

“You worry too much.” he whispered making you scoff.

“It’s practically my job to worry about you guys. You’ll be dead without me, quite literally.” you were merely joking, yet the haunted memories that flushed in front of your eyes made your head fall downwards.

“If anything were to happen, Dustin would have talked to one of us. You know that.” he assured you, his long fingers cupping your chin and pushing it up.

“Yeah… I do.” you took in a deep breath as you looked up into his eyes. They were as sweet as honey while he stared down at you. He smiled and kissed your temple bringing your body into his arms for the umpteenth time that day (not that you were complaining).

“Just hang on one more hour and when Keith starts his shift, I’ll take you out for lunch before we need to get ready for the game tonight. How does that sound?” he pulled back a little to take a glance at your smile.

“It’s sound perfect.” you answered, kissing his chin in the process. Steve loved little sweet gestures like that, made him feel special and important.

“You’re perfect.” he returned your action with a kiss on your left cheek before you were interrupted by a customer clearing their throat to get Steve’s attention. You hid a smirk and stood besides Steve, leaving enough room between the two of you.

“So! What movie have we chosen today?” Steve claps his hands to break any uncomfortable tension, after the man caught you in such a state. He takes the movie from the counter to check it on the program before charging him “‘Back to the Future’? Oh, definitely recommend watching it, just not with your mom.” he laughed and looked at the man in front of him, expecting him to do the same, but looking confused when he didn’t receive anything back “You know, cause… the guy goes back to the future and like almost bangs him mom?” still no comment from the person in front of him whatsoever. Steve gave up trying, just asked him for his information and told him the total of the price.

You held your hand to your mouth, trying not to let out any laughter as the customer grabbed the movie from Steve’s hand and handed him the needed amount, then left quickly.

“What’s his problem?” Steve asked, eyes still on the glass door where the man walked out from.

“Well, some people actually like to watch the movie to learn the plot, not hear it from a stranger in a funny vest.” you chuckled, your fingers making their way on top of your boyfriend’s chest, straightening the vest he had on.

“Hey! This is high quality, I’ll have you know.” he played along with your joke.

“I can tell.” you teased, and his smirk stayed on his face until his lips fell on top of yours, muffling your giggles.

___

“Robin!” you were more than excited to see your friend again. You and Steve decided to arrive at school a little bit earlier than most of the students who’d want to watch the match would. You walked aimlessly through the corridors of your old school, telling stories to each other you already knew. At last, you went to the basketball court to look for your dear friend.

Right now, the only people in the school were the basketball team, both your team and the school’s opponent, warming up for the game, the band kids, who were chatting before they had to take their place at the stands and the journaling team, ready to take down notes for the paper tomorrow. Oh and, of course, the ‘Hellfire Club’ was somewhere hidden amongst the school grounds. You had insisted to drive them here, but Dustin refused. Steve joked that he didn’t want to be seen with us anymore since we’re old, and Dustin agreed just to spike him. You laughed at them, appreciating every second you had with these two. They were a hell of fun to be around, you missed them a lot.

“Henderson!” Robin smirked at you and hugged you after you ran towards her. Robin was the one of the people you hadn’t seen in months, and you were so happy to hear her laugh again. She hasn’t changed one bit, only her hair was a bit shorter now.

“How have you been?” you pulled away from her embrace, smiling at her. Steve had gone to catch up with his old coach, so it was just you and her talking.

“You know, trying to survive, as always. God, college suits you.” she chuckled as she started up and down at you. She referred to your ‘new look’. It wasn’t like you rebranded yourself the moment you went to college. You hated people who changed just to fit an image in their minds. But you definitely felt freer, making you more confident in your looks and behavior.

“Oh, stop it. Look at you, green is your color.” you looked down at the costume she was wearing for the band and giggled as she rolled her eyes.

“You have no idea how itchy I am right now.”

You continued catching up, Steve now back into your little group. You talked about your classes at college and your new friends, while she told you all the embarrassing stuff your boyfriend does at work.

“And then he told the woman that Vader is Luke’s father. She left the store in tears!”

“Oh my God, that poor woman.” you felt bad for her yet couldn’t hold in your laughter.

“I apologized for that and let her take the movie without paying. It was an honest mistake.” Steve defended himself and you took his hand in yours as a way to tell him it was okay, you were just teasing.

“You really need to stop ruining people’s movies at some point.” your eyes fell on Steve as he was laughing towards you sarcastically.

“Wait, he did it again?” Robin asked, but before you could answer, a voice interrupted your conversation.

“Hey, Robin! The teacher wants us to take our places.” you all turned to look at the girl, noticing more and more students coming through the doors, taking their place at the stands.

“Y-yeah! Coming, Vickie!” Robin’s voice wavered and the name she used made you gasp.

“Is that the girl you like?” you had a dumb smile on your face. Robin didn’t like talking about these things out in the open, where someone might hear you, but your voice was just a whisper, only for you three to hear.

“You told her?” Robin whined and hit Steve’s arm

“Yeah.” he answered as a matter of fact.

“She seems nice.” You took another glance at the girl before seeing Robin blush just a little bit.

“She is, but that’s not- It doesn’t matter!” she told you, stammering over her words.

“It does, when there is something going on between you two.” Steve said with a sly smile, just to irritate her.

“There is nothing-” a voice called for her again. You friend sighed, pointing her finger at Steve “I gotta go. I’ll deal with you later.”

Both you and Steve chuckled as you watched her make her way to the bleachers, conveniently standing right next to Vickie “Oh, she must be thrilled.” Steve noted.

“Hey, look, it’s Lucas!” you pointed towards your younger friend. He was stretching with some other guys from the basketball team when his eyes fell on you two. You smiled and waved. Lucas looked excited to see you. This game was important to him. He felt like tonight was his night. His final chance to make himself be seen. He thought no one was gonna be there for him except his parents. Seeing you and Steve made him happy and gave him the courage to not give up. He waved back and carried on with his warm-up. He would catch up with you later.

“Ready to go sit down?” Steve placed his hand on the small of your back when you nodded in agreement. After sending thumbs up to Lucas you made your way on the stands. You sat down and let your eyes roam through the students that were walking beside you and on the court. You remembered all your previous games here, the one most memorable last year.

The basketball team hadn’t made it to the finals, but there were still some friendly games happening. The one you were referring to was the last one of the year, it also was the last one Steve was going to play in. He was already sad about not making it into the final teams of the championship game, adding the fact that he was graduating too, made it even more emotional. So, you made it your mission to give him one of the happiest memories you could. You gathered the kids and made banners cheering him on. All night long people could hear clapping and yelling coming from where you were sitting, it made people stare at you funny, even gathered some comments from Steve’s ex friends, Tommy H. and Carol (God, you still despised them), but in the end it didn’t matter.

It didn’t because Steve ended up making the final shot. Your school won by two points and you had never seen Steve jump up in the air that high in your life. He was so happy to win, he was happy to be with you there, he was happy to see the little shitheads cheering him on and he was happy to finally see his father smile at him.

You still remembered how he ran up to you, embracing you with all the strength he had left and dipping you down to kiss you. You remember how whole you felt, all the worries about your relationship’s future leaving your body. Just focusing on you and him.

“Why are you smiling like that?” his voice pulled you away from your thoughts. You turned to look at him, placing your head on his shoulder, still smiling like an idiot.

“No reason.” he chuckled and kissed your forehead “So, how does it feel?” your intention today was to tease him, so that’s what you were going to do.

“How does what feel?” his words were innocent, not knowing where your mind was at this moment.

“That right after you graduated, we might actually win the Championship. Do you think it was just to spite you?” you smiled and looked at his face. He tried not to act at your words, finally catching up to your games. He just kept on facing the court, eyes away from your lingering gaze, because he didn’t know what he would do if he looked at you right now. All day you have been sharing touches along with soft or fierce kisses and he couldn’t wait to just be alone with you.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Really? Doesn’t it bring up doubts of whether you were good enough or not?” your fingers started drawing shapes on his thigh, not caring as more and more people were gathering around you, ready to watch the game. Your movements made shivers run up and down his spine, but he took a long breath not to show anything.

“Now I know you’re lying, because you’ve seen me on the court, and you can never seem to keep your eyes away from me.” finally his own eyes met yours, after he decided to tease you as well, but you weren’t backing down.

“Still, you haven’t won a Championship game.” he knew not to take your words seriously. You had that look in your eyes, the one that always drove him crazy. He knew you were teasing and his thoughts were confirmed when your lips were placed next to his ear, whispering with a low voice “But it doesn’t matter, because the only score that counts tonight isn’t on the court.” you placed a wet kiss on the spot right down his ear and smirked when you heard him inhale quickly.

His tongue ran over his front teeth and sighed with a devilish grin on his face “You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.” you gave him a quick kiss, just so he could take a taste and turned to look down on the court again.

At last your principle came on the court, meaning the game would soon start “Everyone now please rise for our national anthem.” you all replied to his request by standing up “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Tompson!”

Your and Steve’s mouth hang open as you watched the girl enter the court and make her way to the microphone. After Robin confessed her true feelings about love to Steve, he hadn’t stopped bringing it up just to see if their tastes were similar.

At some point the conversation went to past crushes and Robin told him all about her past ‘hatred’ towards him. About how the girl she liked only had eyes for him even though she knew she would be better for her. That girl was Tammy Tompson. Steve was shocked to hear that, not because Robin believed she would be better than him, but because he couldn’t get past a certain trait of hers. Her singing voice. He argued that she sounded like a Muppet and now hearing her sing you could definitely see his point.

You watched Steve as his head turned to Robin who was already looking at him, knowing where this was going “Told you. Muppet.” he mouthed over at your friend and she grinned accepting her defeat.

“Okay, she does sound like a Muppet.” she replied back and you tried to control your laughter. After a painful minute of listening to the anthem, the game started.

___

“Oh, come on! What was that?”

The game was going smoothly up until one of the opponent team’s players hurt one of your own. Steve’s comment was buried along with all the other people calling out the injury. Your player was too hurt to continue so your team’s coach signaled for another player to take his place. You were beyond excited to see Lucas running to take his spot.

“Go, Sinclair!”

Point after point, shoot after shoot, the game was at its last period. The score was 69-68, visitors winning by one point. You cursed under your breath as you watched Jason, the leader of your school’s team, miss his shot with only a few seconds on the clock. Luckily not all hope was gone.

You watched the ball fall into Lucas’ hands, and he moved away from the players, finding a place where he had a clear shot. You held onto Steve’s arm begging he’d take the shot just in time. There were only 3 seconds on the clock when he got the ball and on the very last second, he swung his arms, shooting towards the net. The clock went off, but the points would still count if he made it. It felt like time went slower as all the people were staring at the ball. It bounced on the hoop, but it was clearer than day, the ball got in, ending the game at 71-69, your team winning. You jumped up and down cheering for Lucas’ winning shot.

You watched as his teammates and coach congratulated him, how he hugged his mother and father and how his eyes search for you in the crowd. You grabbed Steve’s hand and jogged down towards the star of the night.

“You were incredible!” you smiled and hugged Lucas, not paying any attention to his sweaty body.

“It was an awesome shot, kid. Congrats.” Steve high-fived him and Lucas grinned at the two of you excitedly.

“Thanks! I’m so happy to see you!” he hugged you one more time and then left to go cheer with his fellow teammates.

“What a game, huh?” a feminine voice said next to you.

“Nancy!” your arms pulled her into a tight hug. Over the months you have barely spoken to her, but you both knew that it doesn’t matter how often you talk. You will always be friends. You will always be there when any of you need it.

“Hey! I saw you and came to say hello. It’s very good to see you.” Her eyes drifted at Steve for a moment, sending him a quick smile to greet him. He sent her a wave, just standing behind you, giving you time to talk.

“You too! Congrats on the college acceptance, by the way. Are you excited?” you took a good look at her. Her hair was a bit longer, and she wore her college’s sweatshirt. A pen and notebook in hand to take down any notes she needed for tomorrow’s paper. Still the Nancy you knew.

“Very! I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things about college. We should meet up.”

“Of course! Hey, how is Jonathan? I haven’t spoken to him for a quite some time.” you and Jonathan were once best friend, but times change. You still loved him and his entire family to bits, but you don’t really hold the title as his ‘best friend’ anymore. You both have changed but made a deal to talk as often as you could. Those phone calls mostly involved stories about your new lives, friends, and your families. Sometimes Joyce, Eleven and Will would join the call wishing you the best or asking you question about your life there. You loved every single thing about these calls. But sometimes your conversations would center around fears and worries. You may not be best friends anymore, but you would always understand each other’s feeling, talking with no fear of judgement. You knew that moving to California was a big and weird change for him and he has been feeling a little distant from everything. Even his relationship with Nancy.

You lied. You had talked to him just a week ago. He told you everything one night he called when he was very high (he didn’t admit it, but you knew him all too well). He had just gotten his acceptance letter to Lenora Hills Community College, even though his plan was to go to the same one as Nancy, Emerson College. He was worried that if he told her the truth, she would give up her dream for him. You called him stupid for lying to his girlfriend and for underestimating her logical thinking. So, you decided to see her point of view. Those two have been in love ever since they truly saw one another and you wanted to help them, you didn’t want them to do the same mistake you and Steve did last summer.

Your plan was to just mention him for now, see how she reacts up front to his name. You couldn’t tell her Jonathan’s secret, as it wasn’t yours to tell. You only wanted to advise her for the best, since you were pretty sure she would have worries too about what’s about to come. You knew you did last summer. You had no one to guide you back then and you wanted to be that person she could trust now.

“Oh, he’s great. We’re great. Just waiting for the big news from him too!” you could tell her small laughter at the end wasn’t entirely genuine. Her smiled wavered before she pointed back at the court “I must go now, paper to print tomorrow.” she waved the pen and notebook, school duty calling for her. You bid her goodbye, telling her you’d call to set a date for your meet up, when Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his body, lips landing near your ear.

“Should we uh… get going too?” his voice was soft, just for you to hear. You giggled as he pressed kisses on your neck and cheek.

“God, Harrington, get your head out of the gutter.”

___

A little while later you and Steve were outside of his house. His parents were on a business trip once again, so in his words it was ‘the perfect place for a quiet night’. He had made his way upstairs, wanting to clean up a bit, while you called home. Your mother answered. You informed her you were back at Steve’s place safe and sound. She knew you were going to spend the night there; you had told her over the dinner you all had before going to the game. She made you promise her to not do anything stupid while sleeping at his house and you just smiled and nodded. She was now telling you her ‘protection’ lecture once again when you heard a door open and close from the other line.

“Hey, is Dustin back home yet?”

“Oh, yes, he just arrived. How was the game, Dusty?” there was some muffled talking before you could hear clearly again “Wait, Dustin, your sister is on the phone. Tell her goodnight.”

“Hey, where are you?” he sounded a bit out of breath, probably from the excitement and riding back home.

“I’m at Steve’s, I’m spending the night here.”

“Oh. Oh. Ew, don’t let the whole neighborhood hear you.” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just going to ignore that. So, how was the game?” your body leaned against the wall next to the phone as you listened to him go on and on about tonight.

“We won! Yeah, it was crazy. So it turns out Vecna wasn’t really dead. Eddie brought him back into the campaign as the last battle and at the end it was only me and Erica still fighting. I lost, but she managed to score a twenty! A fucking twenty, Y/n! So, Vecna- Yeah sorry mom.” You laughed as you heard your mother’s voice saying language “Yeah, anyway. We defeated him at the last second. Even Eddie seemed impressed, it was unbelievable.” his giggles filled your ears making you fondly smile at your brother, glad he couldn’t see you because you knew he’d tease you even more. Teenagers are mean at this age.

“Wow, sounds like one hell of a campaign. We had some fun too.”

“Oh, yeah, how was the game? We didn’t get to see Lucas after…” you could tell he was genuinely pretty upset to not see his friend at the game.

“He made the shot and scored our final points, making Hawkins win.” you announced excitedly.

“Woah, that’s great!” he had a big smile on his face, but a bit of guilt had grown in the pit of his stomach.

“Yeah! Maybe you should call him? Let him know you’re happy for him. What do you say?” you urged him.

“Yeah… That’d be a good idea. I’ll call him right now. Goodnight, Y/n, don’t stay up all night.” he wanted to sound stern, but you could sense his grin from miles away.

“Goodnight, Dustin, and I’ll do whatever I want.” you argued back, happy to not fight for once with him after you had arrived back home.

“Tell Steve he’s an idiot!” were the last words you heard from him before the line went silent. Your smile didn’t leave your face as you walked up the stairs, making your way towards Steve’s room ready to tease him more with Dustin’s words “Steve! Dustin asked me to tell you that-” but your sentence was caught off when you opened his bedroom’s door.

Small candles were lit all over the room, the orange hue being the only source of light. It made the room look even cozier than you remembered. A string pulled on your heart when your eyes fell on Steve. He was standing in the middle of the room, a single red rose in his hands. His smile was small, but sweet watching your eyes widen in surprise.

“What- H-how?” you were stammering, your words only a whisper. He grinned and took a few slow steps towards you.

“I had this whole thing planned for next week, when I thought you’d actually come visit, so I had to do it quickly now.” his sentence ended just as he came to stand right in front of me, not even a meter away from each other “This is for you.” he handed me the rose.

“Where did you get the rose?” your voice was small. You were caught off guard with his gesture. You thought tonight you were the one on the upper hand, but of course your stupidly sweet boyfriend had to make your heart swell up and have you at his mercy.

“I took it from my mom’s garden. Let’s hope she doesn’t notice one of them is cut.” his hands moved from his sides, one landing on your cheek and the other by your hip. Your face responded to his touch as a sigh left your lips. You looked up into his eyes and let out a laugh, your own hands locking behind his neck bringing him closer to your body.

“Thank you.” you kissed his lips, then his cheek before you ended up on the crook of his neck hugging him tightly. His arms embraced you with no hesitation, hugging your figure lovingly.

“I bet this is killing you right now.” you could feel him smiling from above you and you groaned in response. He knew you wanted to be in charge tonight and he loved it whenever you were the most confident in yourself, but he couldn’t let you win. Not tonight. Not when he has missed you so much. Missed your touch, your kisses, your body.

“Ugh, I didn’t expect you to be this sweet tonight, and the only thing I’ve been doing was being mean to you.” your head left his shoulder, lips pouting and heart racing when you locked eyes.

“Yeah, you have been pretty mean to me. Maybe we should do something about that.”

With firm hands on your hips, he lightly pushed you backwards, your back landing on the door. Your breaths were getting heavier, and your skin burned with the need to be as close to him as possible. You watched as his eyes exploring your face, acting like this was the first time he had laid eyes on you, and you loved it. You wanted his full attention, right now and forever.

Finally, his lips landed on yours, starting with light kisses that evolved into a heated make out. His tongue slipped into your mouth with ease. You loved how well he knew you. How he knew the exact things that drove you mad, knowing how and when to do them. As you did also. Right now, your hands were playing with his hair, messing it around, destroying the shape he spends hours in the morning perfecting, your nails scratching his scalp lightly. It made him moan into your mouth and your heart skip a beat. He, on the other hand, was moving his hands up and down your body, leaving a trail of fire with his every touch. He was still exploring your mouth when one of his palms landed on your neck, slightly squeezing it, making you gasp and break the kiss.

His stupid grin was back, enjoying his effect on you. He listened to your moans while his wet kisses replaced the grip on your neck. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin, knowing in the morning you’d be mad at him for leaving all these marks, but right now none of you cared. The only thing you cared about was getting more of him, so you pushed yourself off the door and with careful steps you made your way towards his bed. The back of his knees hit the foot of the bed and with a quick move, he had you on top of his lap, his hands on your ass steadying you down.

Your lips were once again locked into his, fingers roaming all over his body. Not long after you sat down, you took hold of his shirt tugging it upwards and throwing it on the floor. He did the same with your own shirt, but you didn’t give him time to do anything as your lips broke away from your heated kiss and made their way on his neck. He slowly backed down on the bed, taking you with him, his hot breath filling the silence of the room. Your teeth biting before soothing his skin with your tongue. He loved it when you took this kind of initiative, but as you moved down towards his chest, he remembered you should be the one with his full attention.

“Don’t think you can get away with your behavior by a few little kisses, sweetheart.” his voice was deep, and you could feel the need and want behind his words.

“But you have been torturing me.” you groaned, his hand guiding you back towards his face, giving you a harsh quick kiss.

“Oh, have I? How so?” he was smothering you with kisses all over your face. Lips, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, everywhere, and for a moment you forgot what you wanted to tell him.

“Yes, you have barely touched me where I need you the most.” You kissed his neck once again, your hips moving up and down Steve’s lap, both of you enjoying the friction. His palms went over your covered breasts, squeezing before he yanked you from his body, straddling you down on his bed, arms placed above your head, locking you into place with his bigger frame.

“We should fix that.” he started leaving a trace of kisses all over your body as he came closer to where you wanted him. He was unbuttoning your pants, taking his sweet time doing so, wanting you to yearn for him even more. You watched his every move. You watched as he took off your jeans one leg at a time, kissing your thighs while his fingers tangled themselves between your panties, touching everywhere but your center. You were a hot mess and he loved it. Your own fingers were on his scalp, tugging his hair, silently begging for more. Finally, he gave into your demands. With one swift move your underwear was ripped from your body, making you gasp. The sound of his moaning name coming from your mouth giving him a rush of adrenaline to please you in all the ways he could think of. And there were a lot.

~~~

(P.S. I wanted to ask you guys if you'd want me to continue on the Duffer Brother's storyline about Nancy and Steve remembering their feelings for each other. I don't want to have Steve to go back to Nancy, so I think I'll just stick to her just having doubts about whether or not she made the right choice, have some little angst with the reader. Or I could just leave Nancy's story to the worries I described in the chapter. It's entirely your call, so let me know!)

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lovecoreclownz-archive · 2 years

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Um, so, I don't know how many people will like this, but I thought that I'd offer all of us tumblies who don't really celebrate religious holidays an alternative if you'd still like to celebrate something this year! I myself have been defaulting to celebrating christmas and just calling it Xmas or Giftmas so I don't have the religious connotation, but it just doesn't sit right with me any more yknow? So I'd like to offer you all:

The Four Days of Feast!! Also known as Feast for short :)

Now, you're probably saying, well Soda, what the heck is that?!

I will explain to you what Feast is. Feast is a holiday of my very own making. It's celebrated on the last four days of December, with New Years Eve being on the final day. Its a non religious holiday with four core values:

Giving

Indulgence

Togetherness

Forgiveness

Each of these core values are as important to the holiday as the other. Feast is all about giving back, celebrating the passing of the four seasons, being together, forgiving yourself, preparing for the new year, and just having some good fucking food! And who doesn't love good fucking food?!

Feast can be modified to fit your lifestyle and needs, but there are a few main things that make this holiday a holiday!

1: this is a holiday about healing and moving forward. You are forgiving yourself, indulging, and being kind to yourself. You're ALSO being kind and giving back to others in a way that is true to yourself. Be kind, and love yourself and others.

2: INDULGE. Indulge so much it's not even funny. This is YOUR time of year to indulge in whatever the hell you want! Want that candy that you've been putting off? EAT THAT SHIT UP! Want that trinket that you've been eyeing? GET IT! This is about you and giving back to yourself too!

3: appreciate the earth. Take a moment to appreciate the world around you. Reflect on yourself, and how far you have come. Appreciate how the earth supports you silently, cheering for you. Appreciate yourself as well :)

4: there are only really a couple traditions besides indulging for four days straight, and they are: do something kind for the earth, send lanterns into the air with a note tied to it, and burry a note in the earth. By doing something kind for the earth (picking up trash, planting something, helping animals, ect.) You are giving back what we've taken from the earth. The note you burry into the earth will be full of your woes from the past year, and the note you send into the air will be your hopes and dreams for the new one! If you can't send a lantern, burning the paper and holding a light up to the sky will work just fine :)

I would also like to note again that Feast isn't a religious thing, and can be celebrated and modified for anyone from any background! It's not just for the non-religious, because EVERYONE should be a little kinder. :) I also have a color pallete for Feast, which is symbolic!

Tadaaaa! Colors that are both associated with certain seasons, and also with various parts of the earth! We start with the pink for spring, and the flowers that come with it, blue for summer and the warm blue sky, brown for fall and the dirt that is rich from the fallen leaves, and green for winter and the pines, as well as the hope for the green of the warm months to return. Remember, Feast can be modified however you'd like, and this is just the basis of how I celebrate it. Feast is supposed to be about YOU. So modify it to you! If anyone has some questions, feedback, or wants to make something for Feast feel ABSOLUTELY free too!!! Hell, you can tag me in shit if you want too! Im gonna make a tag ( #The Four Days of Feast) so that people can put things there. I want people to have something to look forward to this year as well. Have a happy Feast, and a wonderful holidays to whatever you all celebrate :)

#The Four Days of Feast #clown’s honks #holiday #oughh... i put a lot of effort into thinking this through #shout out to my dear sweet partner neo for helping me with this :)

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detective4blog · 1 year

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I made them a playlist and listened to it while writing this, accidentally made it angsty. Time frame wise I'd say it's post season 4.

Tw for unhealthy coping mechanisms, mention of alcoholism and smoking, feel free to ask for more.

Sebastian laid his head on Mycroft's shoulder. He said nothing, looking tired. Mycroft knew why but talking about it seemed wrong. Talking bad about the dead and his own kin didn't appear to be an option that would help the retired assassin's mood.

"How do you cope?" Sebastian suddenly spoke. His voice was unnaturally quiet, just above a whisper. Mycroft furrowed his brow at the question, but thought of how to answer.

"I put more time into work. I suppose I don't give myself any time to think about what's bothering me." He answered quietly, staring at his clasped hands for a moment.

Sebastian laughed next to him; a bitter and angry laugh that was soaked with years of cynicism. "Somehow more healthy than me."

That wasn't reassuring.

"What about you?" Mycroft didn't mean to ask the question. It blurt out in a moment of concern. The silence that followed his question was painful. He swore he couldn't hear Sebastian's breathing during it.

"Drinking, I suppose. Whiskey's been my liver's nightmare for some years now. Sometimes just a cigarette while freezing my ass off outside. Or multiple, depending on how bad." Now the other man was whispering. Ashamed of what he was admitting or not used to saying these things aloud? Likely the latter. Mycroft doubted Jim cared much about these things as long as he got results.

He placed a hand on Sebastian's knee, leaving it there. The man's jeans were damp and uncomfortable to touch. "You're going to catch a cold in those clothes."

Another laugh, less bitter and angry. More of actual amusement. "I bloody tell you I drink like a sailor and you're worried about a cold?"

"Yes."

Another moment of silence. The disbelief from Sebastian came off in waves, but Mycroft tried to ignore it and not analyze it. It was hard not to think of not many people showing such care to him though.

Sebastian stood, running a hand over his face. "You got any clothes you're willing to pass along to me, then? I didn't quite bring a spare." He put his hands in his pockets, which dripped more violently now.

"Take whatever you need. I'll get a towel." Mycroft stood as well, giving a weak smile to the other man.

His friend? Lover? Whatever. This was confusing. His head still hurt from recent events and stomach still sick from the sight of- A violent shake of his head stopped that thought.

He grabbed a spare towel and returned to the same sitting room, waiting for Sebastian to return. Eventually he did, dressed in a mismatched pajama set with his old clothes bundled awkwardly in his arms. At least he put the less soaked clothes between himself and the rest.

Mycroft took the clothes and replaced them with the towel. He didn't say anything, though Sebastian seemed to want to protest. There wasn't a chance, the man leaving to toss the clothes in the washer.

He came back to see the towel wrapped around Sebastian's neck, his gaze fixated on his hands. Mycroft watched him for a moment. The man made no movement besides breathing, seeming to be thinking.

Whatever Sebastian was thinking of didn't need sharing or he didn't want to. He looked up, attempting to give a classic crooked smile but just ended up giving a wobbly one.

"I can leave if you want to be alone. I have a basic idea of the shit you saw and heard in there."

"I'd rather have you here, actually. If you don't mind."

Sebastian blinked, now able to give a more stable smile. A sympathetic one. "'Course. I'm a good listener too. Dunno how much work can repress all that."

Mycroft thought about the offer. There were things he wanted to tell someone about. The obvious solution would be to go to Sherlock or John since they saw and heard the same things. But they were too used to things like this. Sebastian was too; he likely never batted an eye at a corpse. But he didn't view him with distaste, so talking to him wouldn't be horrible.

"Maybe later. You look like you need sleep." He gave a small smile of his own, offering a hand to Sebastian. It was taken; those warm large hands were unnaturally cold. He didn't let it show how unnerving that was.

Sebastian was warm. He always was. His touch, his smile, his voice, his eyes. But now he was cold, the fire that fueled him dwindling out. Mycroft hoped he could help refuel it somehow.

He opened the door to his room, letting Sebastian claim whichever side of the bed he wanted while he changed. But the bed was untouched, the blonde seeming to be waiting.

Mycroft raised a brow, choosing the left side of the bed for himself. He expected Sebastian to take the right side of it, but was pleasantly surprised when the man just...laid on top of him.

He was still so cold. There was a hurry to wrap blankets around him, pulling forward the heavier ones just for him. Sebastian seemed half asleep already, his breath warming Mycroft's neck.

"I forget you enjoy physical contact when sleeping."

"It's called cuddling, Myc. And yeah, you're comfy and warm."

"Obviously I'd be warm, you're cold. As for being comfortable, it's likely sentiment held towards me that makes you think that. I doubt laying on top of someone can be comfortable."

He expected a sleepy interruption to his ramble but Sebastian was silent. Not asleep, seeming to be thinking.

Then he rolled over, making a mess of the blankets just to have Mycroft now laying on him. It was disorienting to be moved like that, his mind still processing the situation.

His head rested on half Sebastian's shoulder, half on the pillows. He could feel the rise and fall of his breathing underneath him. Gentle enough not to be a disruption but just notable enough to bring comfort. He could even feel the man's heartbeat if he pressed his hand down harder.

"...I stand corrected."

There was that crooked grin. It made Mycroft feel warmer underneath the layers of blankets and the arms around him.

#ignore that the playlist title makes no sense i couldn't think of anything clever #anyway!#soft #mycroft holmes/sebastian moran #sebastian moran #mycroft holmes #rayx writes #uhhhh #there's something so important about their dynamic to me #golden retriever boyfriend (sebastian) vs untrusting cat (mycroft) <3 #<- i'll make another post gushing about how insane i am about how (i) different sebastian acts depending on the ship <33 #AYO TUMBLR LETS YOU EDIT TAGS ON DESKTOP?????? i'm saved.#the amount of spelling mistakes i make in tags but don't fix bc by the time i notice i made five more tags................#tw alcoholism mention #tw smoking mention #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #i ended it with fluff because i think they deserve it

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Okay so here's some backstory to help you understand things a bit better:

1. I work in the prep kitchen of a popular restaurant in a tourist town.

2. 90% of the workers here are seasonal employees so my work supplies housing

3. The full work season is 6 months. Most employees come back year after year

4. It's my 2nd year here, but 1st time as a prep chef. (I was a dishwasher last time)

It's a bit of a story so buckle up babes.

IM SO SORRY IM JUST NOW ANSWERING THIS BUT BESTIE PLS THAT WAS A ROLLER COASTER OF SUPRISES ALSFKLSD ((also your job sounds super cool)) BUT LIKE PLS i do not seeing this playing out v well at all 😭💀

((the rest of the story is beneath the cut, i just put my reply above it, but yall i s2g read ths 😭😭😭))

Alright now lets get into it, about halfway into the 2nd month a bunch of line cooks finally arrived. One of the cooks, let's call him O, when he saw me instantly started flirting. Very icky. But luckily another employee was in the same room and was like dude stop. I later found out that O is a fuckboy major player new girl every season kinda guy. So he kinda leaves me alone after that. A couple of sweeties and darling every once in a while -and even once called me mama- but that's really it, and he does this with every female employee and we all give him shit back. Once he realizes we aren't interested he won't continue to try anything so he's not as bad as it sounds, promise.

About halfway through the season when the last of the line cooks show up the pet names stop entirely for everyone. Strange, but you know whatever, then one day when I'm at the only grocery store in town I see him, holding hands, with the new fry cook (her first year here too). Let's call her A. Suddenly it all made sense. You see a couple days ago she came to the prep kitchen and asked my coworker to help her carry the bucket of oil up to the line he said yeah and as they're walking away I hear her say "thanks you're the only nice guy here, well you and O, Don't tell him I said that though!". So now they're together, mind you we only have 3 months left till end of season.

About half 3 weeks ago A came down to the prep kitchen and started talking to my coworker about how she was stressed and couldn't find a dress in time and how she needs some help with some paperwork...for the wedding. That she's having... In 2 weeks. I was not very discreet in my eavesdropping because I shit you not I was slicing onions and I cut my finger when she said that. Completely shocked. But hey I got to wear my first finger condom that day. They've been together for less than 3 months and now O and A are getting married (nice ring by the way, very big).

But about a week ago I heard her talking to another line cook in passing and they asked A what she was going to name the twins. If I wasn't carrying a case of avocados I would have totally stayed in the room longer. But I was in denial because I somehow convinced myself that I didn't hear what I heard. But two days ago when she was standing next to me having a conversation with my coworkers she said the line "sweets aren't good when you're pregnant". That pretty much confirmed everything for me. Now it makes sense as to why they were getting married so quickly. Today was their wedding and he came in for the evening shift when I was on my way out he says very quietly and dare I say a little melancholically to my coworker "aren't you happy for me" let me tell you I could not have left that locker room quicker.

So that's it. That's the drama going on in the back of house at a restaurant. That's one story of many, if you ever want to hear more I'm always down to share lol -🤭

#anon #answered #🤭 anon

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martyska3 · 2 years

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#galactik football #galactikfootball #it hurts me all the time #I don't give a shit how many years have passed I WANT SEASON 4

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atlasshrugd · 3 years

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Hi seeing as you seem to be the only sorta active britin blog I can find lol I wanted to ask you about some of your favourite moments for them, as I'm kinda new to the fandom whatevers around lol, and would like to hear peoples thoughts on them if you don't mind answering 😊

Hey there! Sorry I am answering so late, but WOW this is a big ask because there are SO many favorite moments.

So I have narrowed it down to my Top 5:

1. Prom (obviously)

Okay this is a no-brainer. This is literally the most romantic sequence in all of television history. I still have not found something more beautiful, moving, triumphant, loving, and groundbreaking than when Brian and Justin danced to 'Save the Last Dance for Me' at prom. Obviously barring the horrific events of what followed, this scene transcended all stereotypes and barriers and allowed us as the viewers to feel pure happiness and pride as queer people. I remember seeing it for the first time at 14 and feeling so unadulteratedly happy and validated. This was a scene of two gay people unapologetically showing the world that they did not give a shit what anyone thought of them. The only thing that mattered was this thing between them; this unspoken understanding, solace, love, and pride. I still moves me to this day whenever I watch it, no matter how many times I do.

And of course we must talk about the implications of Brian's character in this scene. Throughout season 1, he has been an emotionally stunted and cold individual who does not believe in love, relationships, or trying to make other people happy. Here, in the finale, we see Brian finally putting away all his ego bullshit ("I wouldn't be caught dead in a room full of 18 year olds"), and going out of his way to make someone he cares about happy. The fact that he even showed up at Justin's prom is a direct U-turn from the moral principles he has been reinforcing all season. And by dancing to a "ridiculously romantic" corny song, waltzing, and kissing Justin in front of everyone without giving a shit — that is pride. That is one of Brian's long-accustomed walls tumbling down.

"And don't forget whose taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be..."

2. When they make love for the first time after the bashing

Now these scenes...how do I describe the sheer profundity? After Justin's bashing at prom, Brian is left in shambles. He blames himself for everything, and it is just further proof that Brian's love always causes further destruction. Justin has lost all memory of that night at prom, and this is one of the big tragedies. Justin had promised that he'd never forget it, and that it was the best night of his life. That proof of Brian's love that he had for so long been longing to experience — has disappeared as if it never happened. Now, Justin's confidence and surety of the world has been distorted. He is no longer sure of anything, including himself and Brian. He needs reassurance and things spelled out for him.

When Brian and Justin sleep together for the first time after the bashing, it is not like all the other times they had sex. This, in fact, is the first time they make love. Justin is telling Brian that he trusts him wholeheartedly, enough to allow him in his body again after his own agency had been ripped away from him. This is where Justin absolves Brian of his guilt. He takes the blood-stained scarf off his shoulders, lets it fall to the ground. He gives Brian the forgiveness that Brian cannot offer himself.

"Like the first time?" Brian asks, because it is the anniversary of their first meeting, but at the same time—it is nothing like the first time. Now, they are not strangers. They are more acquainted with each other than they have ever sought to be; know each other in such profound depths. They are forever linked by this thing they have both experienced, but it is not just that shared trauma. It is based off deep understanding and love. They have, somehow along the way, become more each other than themselves. They know that they have become irreplaceable and inseparable parts of each other. And Brian has been holding onto that guilt for so long that it has become rooted deeply within him. SO when Justin absolves him of it, Brian allows himself to truly feel for the first time since the bashing. He gives himself to Justin, in that moment, as Justin gives himself to Brian. It is a brilliant and tender scene of trust, devotion, acceptance, and absolution. Something they both needed to soothe their troubled souls, and a new basis for their relationship.

3. When Brian helps Justin walk down the street after the bashing

Again, this is Brian showing nurturing, care, patience, compassion, and selflessness to another person. Justin trusts him enough to rely on him, and Brian doesn't take this trust lightly. These are some of the sweetest scenes of the whole show, because this is when Brian is completely focused and devoted to Justin. He wants to help him, more than anything, to get better. And he accepts and takes up this role of carer, not because he has to, or because he is obligated or forced to. But because he will do anything to ensure that Justin will be okay, and that he gets the life he deserves.

Specifically, my favorite scene is when the song 'Grand pianos crash together, when my boy walks down the street...' is playing. Justin is walking through a crowd and Brian has his arms outstretched. When they come together, they hug deeply and easily. This scene is so simple and pure, so chaste, but it shows the true essence of their relationship, beyond all the facades and bells and whistles. At the heart of it, Brian and Justin care about each other more than they care about themselves. They have established a stable foundation of trust that they can rely on. And it also perfectly encapsulates just how far Brian has come once again. He is showing such selfless care and devotion to a boy in public daylight, kissing and hugging him and not wanting to let go of his hand. Season 1 Brian would have never even considered that. This just shows how much the events of the prom changed him, and shows how his desire for responsibility of another person has matured him. He had been forced to face his inner feelings, fears, and truths. Now, they are out in the open for the first time and Brian accepts this. This alone is a huge development.

Brian is also afraid to let go of Justin. When Justin says he can walk back himself and says 'Later,' Brian repeats it apprehensively as he holds Justin's hand until he can't anymore. Then, he watches Justin go, walking through the crowds. The look on his face is wistful, a little troubled. He hasn't wanted to face just how much he enjoys Justin's presence and how much happier and content he is when Justin is with him. He hasn't wanted to face just how afraid he is to lose Justin again. Their words of 'Later' are a direct mirror of their last words on prom night, just before Justin got bashed. Brian had watched Justin walk away, too. And a second later, he was gone.

4. Pride

This is probably one of my all-time favorite scenes in television ever. I have cried each time I've seen it. There is something so pure, essential, liberating, triumphant and tender about this scene, and the song that plays (Chiquitita by ABBA) certainly shows it. Firstly, Justin accepts Brian in his entirety and doesn't expect him to change. He knows how much Brian has been devoting to Justin in his recovery, and how strange that role is for Brian. Here, he tells Brian to 'go find a stud, ask him to dance,' — because he knows how much Brian has been sacrificing for him. This alone shows Justin's maturity and inner strength. He loves Brian, so he will not try to change him or shackle him. He wants Brian to be free to choose and live the way he wants, and that is what he fell in love with.

But when Justin shows this sacrifical and detached love for him, Brian realises that there is nothing he wants to do; no one he wants to be with more — than Justin. He is aware of the myriads of choices he has. But he chooses Justin. (Technically, for the first time, perhaps aside from prom. But even at prom, he had been running from something [turning 30]. Here, he chooses Justin without pressure for the first time.)

So, he follows him outside. He ask him "Hey, stud. Wanna dance?" Justin doesn't believe him at first, because he is not used to Brian choosing him by his own volition. He cannot imaging Brian passing up getting laid, especially after being celibate for the whole day. He also feels like a burden; like Justin's recovery has been inflicted on Brian, stopping him from living his life normally. Justin loves Brian enough to let him be free, but the biggest part? Brian loves Justin enough to choose him in that freedom.

So this marks another checkpoint in their relationship. Not only is there trust, understanding, and love — there is also desire. Sure, they have always desired each other. But this desire is not the physical kind or one born out of loneliness. This is desire for the other person as a whole. This is desiring another person's company because theirs is the only company you want. This is desiring to be with someone when there are so many other options. This is real desire — the kind that originates from the heart and not the flesh.

"I promise you won't forget this one." Brian is promising Justin that this dance will be theirs, just theirs. Not to stick it to anyone, to show anyone anything, to make some kind of point, or to make somebody happy. This dance is theirs, for the reason that Brian wants Justin to have this: this moment where Brian only wants Justin, where he dances with him simply because he wants to. And he wants Justin to have this memory, to overcome all the vague blurriness of their past. He wants this dance to be the one he remembers when he questions himself. And so they dance, and they sway, and they kiss, and they press their heads together, and the lights are bright and colored on Liberty Avenue, and everywhere people are free and joyful, and there is nothing to prove, no one to run from, nothing to hide. Their arms are wrapped around each other and the sound of 'You'll be dancing once again...and the pain will end...you will have no time for grieving...' tumbles through the air and all around them. 'But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you.' Now: there is nothing to be afraid of, and everyday life is full of reasons to be alive. To be proud.

5. Their reunification

This is one of their main checkpoints. This scene is the moment they finally become equals. Justin had left Brian for the reason that Brian could not give him what he needed to be happy, which was: reassurance. After the bashing, Justin lost all sense of who he was. There was a huge gap in his memory, therefore a huge part of himself he could not claim. He had lost partial use of his dominant hand which took away the only thing that gave him solace; his drawing ability. He was no longer sure of anything and needed things spelled out for him. He needed to talk about it.

But Brian was not willing to do that, because he himself was struggling with trauma from the incident that he did not want to face. Where his love language is in acts of service (letting Justin live with him, paying for his tuition, helping him recover) — Justin needed to hear the words. He needed verbal affirmation to prove that he wasn't crazy and just projecting his feelings onto Brian. He could no longer trust his own perception and interpretation of things whereas in the past he could read Brian's mixed signals easily without needing confirmation. This is the part Brian failed to understand. He was not willing to concede his identified notions of 'relationships' and 'love' — no matter how far he came. He had not accepted that his feelings for Justin were love, and that scared him. So he refused to compromise with Justin, believing that his actions were enough when they weren't. But all Justin needed was to be heard, and for someone to love him enough to give hime what he needed sometimes (which was, verbal and emotional affirmation).

So their relationship ended, and Justin thought he could get what he needed from Ethan, which proved to be another big lie. So at the end, Justin still cannot trust his own perception, but — he finally knows what he wants.

He comes to the realization that while Brian could not give him the words, he gave him honesty. He learned from Ethan that words without action had no meaning. So he prioritized what mattered more to him: hearing that Brian loved him? Or, knowing that Brian loved him. So he chose honesty.

And this is when they could get back together without that imbalance and insecurity.

"And you are never to play violin music in my presence again." This single line is the only thing Brian needed to say to indicate to Justin that he was hurt by Justin leaving. Brian has been putting up a front of indifference for their entire break up, only indulging in pain management in private. Justin leaving him irrefutably hurt him more than he could have ever anticipated. But he did not show it.

So, Justin smiles — a little nod of awareness — because that is all Brian needed to say. And he says, "I promise."

"And it's time...that we...grow old and so some shit..." plays in the background (Lover's Spit) as they start to undress each other, because they are now on the same playing field. They have no illusions, misunderstandings, and misinterpretations anymore. They are starting anew; a little older and a little wiser than before. Brian knows how painful it is to lose Justin. Justin knows how skewed his perception had been, because he had been so caught up in his isolation that he could not see the truth of Brian's actions.

But they both know at least one thing: that life is better together than apart.

Tbh I could go ON and write a dissertation about each of these individual scenes, but I hope this made sense and gave a little more insight on these scenes and characters. Thank you for the great question!

#queer as folk #ask #britin #qaf #brian kinney #justin taylor #brian x justin #mine

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plotbunnyslayer · 2 years

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Killing Eve Finale

I woke up today still filled with a sense of disbelief. Did that really happen last night? I don't follow that many KE tumblr accounts, but a quick search shows that I am not the only one who feels this way.

Going into this last episode, I had various scenarios in my head on how it would all end. Would the assassin be assassinated? That was my running guess because it's the expected ending. Too cliche, but since when have tv writers ever tried anything original as of late. So I had an inkling Villanelle wouldn't survive. I even thought that she might die saving Eve. What was the point over the last 4 seasons if that obsessions doesn't end in some kind of selfless sacrifice?

So I was all set for this big moment.

But then the ambiguous ship became canon halfway through the episode. And not in a confession and gentle kiss sort of way. But in a full giddy, make out as we walk down the road followed by a (possible) camper romp.

And then the dread set in. Because the "upcoming death" was confirmed the moment the tarot cards came out. My sister, sitting next to me during out finale watch party, was getting annoyed at my ability to both predict the 'lovers' and 'death' cards and my guess at who was going to die and how.

I told her about red herrings and how Eve getting the death card was the biggest, most obvious red herring that I've even seen. And that Villanelle's sun card practically sealed her fate.

Villanelle was going to die and she'd do it saving Eve.

What an ironic twist given the title of the show.

I hate to be wrong, but I never wanted to be more wrong as I was last night as I watched the show.

Even Variety called the finale a "betrayal"

What really gets me is some of the reaction that I've seen from some Clexa accounts. People who rallied against Bury Your Gays saying that just because the queer person dies doesn't automatically make it BYG. And yeah, that's true. But in this case.... to be fair it seems that these people never really watched KE so they don't know about the queer baiting this show has done over the years.

6 years ago, when Lexa was killed off, Clexa fans were left with a total of 2 kisses (in two different seasons and 1 love scene....well the afterglow of a love scene).

KE fans had 4 seasons of this obsessive tension that spanned the entire show. And it culminated in this explosion of feeling and action by these two characters. Flirting, kissing, so much kissing, banter and just this look of finally finding their person.

It made the ending so much worse. I never expected Villanelle and Eve to ride off into the sunset together in complete bliss. But to give fans that and then just rip it away and then try to explain that the heart wrenching scream Eve gives is of survival and not grief just blows my fucking mind.

I'm still trying to understand the thought process that went into this last season. I didn't have much hope when the very first episodes featured Villanelle interacting with Jesus, who took Villanelle's form.

This last season was a shit show.

I mean when asked about the finale, Jodie Comer said that the only thing good about it was that she got to film her last scene together with Sandra Oh. And the fact that both leads weren't out promoting the series finale.

That speaks volumes.

From the head writer:

Neal doesn’t see Villanelle’s demise as tragic, either. For her, the character has simply ascended to a new plane of existence—an explanation that may help fans feel less upset about the finale. Villanelle’s body floating away in the Thames was also an opportunity to allow Eve to finally move on from the obsessive, problematic relationship between the pair.

“In my head, that’s not a death of Villanelle. That’s the elevation of Villanelle to another realm.”

Hard pass.

Villanelle could have still died saving Eve and I would have been perfectly okay with that. But to put all that other stuff in the episode first and then do this was over the top and unnecessary. It was the ultimate queer bait. I didn't even attempt to ship these two because I never thought that the showrunners would 'go there'. They'd never make these strong women leads into a canon ship. Never. But of course they do at the 11th hours and it just goes to shit. Forever.

#killing eve #killing eve finale #villaneve

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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The Spider's Bride Part 5

Pairing: spider!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, forced marriage, smut, breeding.

Words: 1835.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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That night was the new beginning. Despite Bucky refusing to do anything except kissing you, you spent several hours talking and getting to know each other like lovers would, finally. You ceased to be afraid of him, the only one who had truly cared about you and ready to smother you with love and constant attention. In one week you tried watching Bucky regaining his true form, and, though it wasn't easy, you didn't feel repulsed or frightened to death. He was just different. Slowly, you came to terms with it.

The more open-minded you became, the easier it was to accept the reality you lived in now. You were lucky to have Bucky's sisters always encouraging you to get to know the world around you better: you could talk to them about things you were too embarrassed to ask your betrothed, and they had never even once refused you. At one point you started going out to the town, Bucky always close to you to protect you from anything you deemed scary. Though you were an outsider, someone who didn't even belong to the same kind as them, you were treated with respect and provided with support you needed so much. You even made a few friends, two female arachnids and a couple of elderly dark elves.

Then the day of the wedding had come. By this time you got accustomed to Bucky's spider form so much that being around many of his relatives - dear Lord, since he lived alone you could never guess he had such a big family - wasn't frightening at all. More than that, you really enjoyed being carried by your beloved on his spider-like body because the fancy wedding dress heavily embroidered with pearls and silver threads made it nearly impossible to move for you. Funny, just months ago you couldn't force yourself to look at those eight long legs with claws on the ends.

"Bucky, on your right!" Before the vicious lamia attacked the two of you, you had casted a barrier, protecting Bucky from a strong snake tail ready to strike.

Snapping out of his thoughts, your husband let out a strong silver rope that wrapped itself around creature's tail while Bucky charmed the monster, making it fall to the ground with a loud thud. You exhaled loudly above his ear, rubbing his chest and clinging closer to him.

"Dear, it's not the time to space out just yet." You said, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "I don't want the kids to worry about their careless dad getting injured."

His cheeks grew warm at the mention of your kids, beautiful boy and girl you had given him a few years ago. There was nothing else that could bring Bucky more joy than watching you and them playing in the evening, his house filled with cheerful laugh and loud voices. He had never known he could ever give someone as much love as he gave his family, but Bucky didn't know someone could love him so strongly in return either. He had never felt happier in his entire life.

He adored graceful forms you had granted your children, their bodies looking even more human than his sisters', but when he talked about that, you always interrupted him saying that he doesn't look less beautiful to you just because he has more hair and his body is darker than theirs. It was unfair, you said and kept kissing him until he melted from your touch. One day you had to give him a big lecture upon judging the others based on their looks. Bucky couldn't possibly teach his own children they were better than others purely because they looked more crab-like rather than spider-like!

He smiled at you, eyeing him with concern. You were the best mother to their kids he could ever wish for.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

"Are you worrying about the children again?" You asked gently, knowing they were perfectly alright with Arabella and Miria. "Daddy?"

Oh, you loved watching him getting as red as tomato. What a little minx! You knew perfectly he got aroused when you called him that.

"Let's get out of here." He left a glowing charmed mark on the ground, showing where the lamia laid and surrounding it with a barrier. "I think we've done enough."

"If you refer to patrolling the forest, then yes." You smirked, and he felt warmth spreading in his chest as he remembered how eager you had been when he made love to you in whatever form. "You know, if not those damn creatures, I'd prefer riding on your back naked. It feels so good when I touch your lower body with my bare skin."

"Dear, I will fuck you against the tree right here if you don't stop." He growled, getting frustrated he couldn't touch you properly while you gigled in his long dark hair.

Bucky hurried further into the woods to the territory you two had already checked and cleared from any Hydra's monsters. Oh Lord, he desperately wanted to see you naked with your breasts and hips fully on display in front of him, calling him daddy when he fingered you, listening to your mewls and moans. It didn't help that you were already massaging his lower body, exactly the mound that covered his painfully hard cock.

"It's not even the mating season yet, but you're so eager." You laughed a little, and Bucky bit his lips.

"Look who's talking. I can feel you growing hot down there, little one."

You squeezed your thighs around his torso and started murming something that made him want to throw you to the ground and get on top of you immediately. Slowly stripping him of his leather jacket, you took off your own once your husband stopped, finding the right spot, and then you quickly slip off your pants.

"Come here, naughty girl." Bucky growled, helping you to come down and then lifting you up with his strong hands so you could lean to him. "You're too eager today. What happened?"

"I wanna mate, Gods, I wanna mate with you so bad." Your breath grew hotter as you felt his mound opening and his long, already leaking with precum cock touching your thigh. "Please. Today... isn't my safe day."

"Shit." He moaned, his instincts getting the better of him in an instant when you said you were ovulating. Damn it, he couldn't resist sliding inside your wet pussy, bottoming you out in one thrust. As you let out a hiss of pain and pleasure - he was damn big, and sometimes it wasn't easy to take him all - Bucky claimed your mouth with his, his grip on your body growing stronger. "You want me to knock you up again, honey? You want me to fill you with my seed? Because I fucking will."

You couldn't even answer him when Bucky rutted himself into you, drawing mewls and gasps from you as he fucked your relentlessly against the tree just as he promised, pressing the tip of his cock into your cervix. His mouth was on your neck, leaving little spots on your gentle skin, marking you his, claiming you just like the first time. Huh, you knew you needed to talk to him about having more kids when he wasn't aroused so much as your body was barely prepared for such intense session - he kept thrusting even after you cummed on top of his cock, screaming his name.

"Bucky, p-please, ah-"

"Little minx. You wanna grow heavy with my brood again, and you didn't tell me?" His dangerously low voice made your pussy throb around him, and you tried to find purchase in his shoulders, gripping them tighter. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ahh, I'm s... s-sorry, daddy. I wanted t-to surprise you... ahh!" He inched you closer, holding your soft body against his, your lovely breasts pressing into Bucky's chest as he bottomed you out again, drawing a fucking scream from you.

Carefully sliding his hands down your body, he took you by the hips, and you crossed your legs behind his lower back, your toes curling. Your back arched of its own accord when you felt the coil starting to build up in your belly again, and you moaned louder, throwing your head back. The next second Bucky attached his lips to your neck, groaning at how tightly your walls were clenching him. The thought of you getting pregnant again made him burn with desire to fill you up to the brim.

"I'm gonna mate you till I'm sure I knocked you up." He whispered hotly in your ear, rolling his hips the way it made you see stars.

You were screaming his name as he picked up the pace, practucally pushing you into the tree, leaving a pair of scratches on your back, but you didn't care. The only one on your mind was the man who kissed and sucked and bit down on your skin, fucking you until you nearly passed out. As you squeezed him tighter, cumming again, you felt him finally stilling and releasing his hot sticky seed into your unprotected womb.

"I love you." He exhaled, his eyelashes trembling as he kissed you, grasping your ass as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

"I love you too." You muttered, touching his face with your lips. Mating with your lovely monster felt so fucking good.

You couldn't possibly imagine the depth of Bucky's gratitude for giving him a chance, for letting him love you, but he couldn't imagine how much you would grow to care about him either. Even after those years you two spent together, sometimes he was afraid you'd still flinch when he came to drop a kiss on your cheek or rub your back. However, the only thing you did was encouraging Bucky to continue, and then things often moved to your bedroom. The only reason why you didn't give him more children was because bearing an arachnid wasn't easy, and Bucky wanted to take care of your health, not destroy your gentle human body with constant pregnancies. But today... today you made him the happiest man in the world again.

Carefully lifting you up from his cock, Bucky took you in his arms like a bride, watching you breathing tiredly. He felt like he could explode from all the love gathered inside him.

"Oh, don't tell me I need to dress now." You pouted, and he chuckled, casting a spell - the very next second your body was fully dressed in your clothes again. Though you could feel his cum dripping out on your panties, it didn't bother you now. "You know, you have to teach me this thing if we will keep patrolling the forest."

Bucky got red when you winked at him and then laughed out loud, starting to walk back to the cave hidden deep into the woods.

THE END

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Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki @helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin @void-hoechlin @abyssaint @navegandoaciegas @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @ladyacrasia @iheartsebastianstan @what-is-your-wish @princessofdarkwinter @mandiiblanche @live—deliciously @heeeyitskay

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #yandere #winter soldier

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can you talk about chlark beyond chloe? personally i think it's weird that the writers kept adding kisses and weird romantic moments without any pay off. i don't know much about the fandom back then but i think the writers were baiting fans since clark/chloe seems to be the second most popular ship after clex. second i personally think chloe would never be happy with clark or anyone tbh and she doesn't seem like the type of person who would have kids so the finale was weird to me.

this got looooong :)

0. it WAS weird, and the choice to never not once go for it with them was to the story's detriment. I'll get into it a little later on in this post.

Re: shipping in sv fandom. there was definitely drama (clana was HUGE when the show was airing and every ship was basically derailed by it lol) but I stayed in my clois lane with a small circle of fandom friends much like I do now. a good measure of clois fans were fans of lois and clark from other mediums, come to sv just for lois and clark, myself included. we were pretty insulated as a fandom even back then. I do remember seeing more Chlark after the S5 finale (when Chloe kisses him goodbye), but those dropped off after Jimmy was introduced right away in S6. The most drama I encountered was with Chloisers: Chloe fans who believed wholeheartedly that Chloe was Lois. They hated SV!Lois and were convinced she would die so Chloe could take her name and job and place by Clark's side, thus a Chlark endgame. this was a popular theory amongst that fandom even into s9, when the clois ball started to roll for true.

bait and switch

a lot of Chlark is rooted in this notion that chloe WOULD be the best thing for Clark, the ideal Lois, the true best friend, the human hand guiding him through Earth's troubles. she would be could be the BEST possible lois archetype for Clark. it's not a wrong interpretation. she was specifically written as a lois-and-lana-proxy (teenage lana is a reporter in some AUs and even some as an adult as a tv correspondent) and she's given many lois-ish traits (tenacious, secretly crushing on clark and in denial), but this interpretation is deeply flawed. first, because lois does eventually enter into the picture and she has her own defining traits that, when compared to chloe, make chloe seem much shallower than realized. secondly, within the complete context of the story, her position in the greater narrative is not as ~the one who got away, the way it did very early on in S1-S4, but one who clark tolerates.

they're friends because clark is forgiving and chloe has staying power. their friendship is riddled with insecurities and unknowns the characters create for themselves. their dynamic is defined by conflict, not resolutions. this is not made easy by the fact that chloe is such a strangely written character, but ultimately she is positioned as a counter to clark achieving his happiness. not a thematic narrative foil but an obstacle clark eventually relents to.

2. and it has been so from the get-go

S1 is the best season for them and the single season which actually considers Clark's side in this dynamic. everything about them later on can be explained with how they are in this season. and that's the problem. when they're 14 it's nice teen angst drama and works perfectly to establish the dynamic. when they're 24 it's at best a pattern, at worst regression. we expect certain behaviors, dismiss them too, when it's children, at least I do. clark and chloe never move beyond the dynamic they establish in s1 and early s2. in essence, clark and chloe remain children around each other. they have many discussions in the later seasons that make at least one appear petulant.

so S1 clark has just been told the greatest secret of his existence and he imprints on lana hard that same night (right AFTER jonathan tells him, he meets lana at the graveyard and talks to her for the first time EVER, a lot of childhood imprinting going on in SV). all of s1 follows clark's heartache over lana, watching her from afar and figuring out a way to be near her. this pain is exacerbated by the fact that he believes he caused her her greatest grief: the death of her parents via the meteor shower which he arrived in.

here the first beat of the chlark dynamic is established: chloe's job and passion – the wall of weird and her pursuing the meteor infected oddities of SV - directly affects clark in a negative way (he's suicidal for much of s1-s3). so her crush on him is countered with her unknowingly causing him great grief. om top of that: clark becomes part of this passion of hers and she eventually begins to pursue him as a story to be uncovered, very superman yes. here tho, it causes nothing but strife for them and paints chloe in an awful light (and clark too, highlighting his refusal to open up). I personally enjoy this aspect of them in s1. bc they're so young I give em a free pass and it's a good conflict playing around with old superman tropes, but it makes for a fraught friendship.

3. the second beat

is that neither chloe's crush on clark, nor his asking her to stop pursuing his truth, do anything to stay her. her tenaciousness becomes intrusiveness and inconsideration (many of her accomplishments irt the daily planet are directly bc she betrays clark). she simply will not listen to her friend and does not believe his livelihood and autonomy is worth losing a story over. this is literally the opposite of comics/live action lois lane, who in various versions drops the clark reveal story to protect him. this passion turns vindictive pretty early for chloe, who eventually pursues stories about clark out of jealousy and entitlement (against lana also).

4. the third beat

is that clark doesn't ever see chloe as romantic prospect except this time in s1. the tornado trapping lana pulls him away from any solidifying of the clark/chloe dynamic, and that's that. but we know clark was willing to go for it in early s2 when he apologizes to chloe about running off on her. it's chloe who decides not to go on with the relationship. clark is visibly confused, but also 15 so he can't see that chloe is putting on a brave front to protect herself from clark running off again. I liked this too as it's another play on superman tropes, but my sympathy for them stops here.

5. and stays here

these beats are the entirety of this dynamic. everything about chlark can be distilled down to their childhood. it's why I don't hate them completely, bc I have a lot of love for kids who hurt in such a way and that time is never easy. in s8 (I think its s8) when we get a flashback to when they meet as kids (more imprinting!). little tenacious cute chloe kisses insecure clark bc of the funny awkward tension, acknowledging it, and then immediately takes it back because they're better as friends. (also they’re like 11 lol)

every single romantic moment with them is undercut either by chloe herself, or by the presence of other storylines/romances the writers wanted to pursue. the lack of integrity in chloe and the lack of interest in clark, regardless of how sincere their connection or how messed up, is a central part of their dynamic that needs to be reconciled with their friendship. and its exhausting bc there is never a point they are ever truly comfortable around each other.

6. to a fault

knowing the secret doesn't change chloe's methods. it doesn't make chloe clark's great confidante. if anything, it complicates matters for both because their relationship then becomes about the greater good and clark's great destiny. everything chloe does becomes about that, which in theory sounds awesome, but is executed much the same way as s1!chlark: by reiterating behaviors that highlight the negative aspects of that loyalty and the negative aspects of their characters.

the single time they do actively examine what this loyalty means and how chloe's hero complex complicates things for chlark is with s8 and davis. she protects davis with the skills of subterfuge and secrecy she developed as clark's friend. and it costs her jimmy and a lot of her personal integrity as a character. tho ironically it makes chloe the strongest she's been as a character. this is the first time clark is forced to view chloe as an enemy and he never quite recovers from discovering the dark depths she’s willing to go to.

it's an arc dealing with the established beats: how far chloe is willing to go for a kryptonian (very far), how much she's willing to do for him (A LOT and all of it illegal), and what it costs her (jimmy). it deals with her jealousy (always second choice) and her motivations (uncovering the truth). this great want that she struggled with for years is turned on its head and examined, revealing just how weird and dark her hero complex is because obviously davis is not clark. davis/chloe served to highlight more than any other arc how it's really too bad that clark never saw her that way, because she has so much love to give and when channeled, it's a great force. only it's a great force for evil. clark has to confront that it’s not just lex but his other closest friend who is willing to go so far. they backtrack hard in s9 and s10 but they keep this underlying wariness in clark towards Chloe throughout. it’s not anything new, but it’s no longer subtext that clark doesn’t fully trust chloe.

7. And that's the rub

in the end. chloe and clark have many storylines they're in together and chloe's important.... to develop clark and as a counter to clark. clark never instigates anything, not once, for 9 years! when the show did give us Moments TM, clark is reacting, not actively making choices to connect to her. if anything, clark is incredibly awkward about chloe when they become intimate. he doesn't seem to know what to do with her crushing on him (the elevator scene is a great one to show just how awkward chloe makes him feel). more than that. clark never tells her his secret. and later on, chloe doesn't tell him half the crazy wild shit she does to protect him bc she knows he would disapprove. I still hold that the only reason they work is bc clark is a forgiving character and would give her chance after chance after chance. that's the watsonian explanation, but the doylist explanation is that the writers just never cared to explore them beyond this point.

8. and what was beyond that point?

they would've been a great counter to lexana in S6 and early clana (clark finally having a gf who knows). it’s playing the clark/Chloe as a straight lois/clark proxy before actually pursuing lois and clark. it could’ve been the precursor to davis and caused an even more personal conflict! the kiss at the end of s5 was their chance. they could've written chlark devolving much the same way lexana did in s6 (or not). but again. the writers never went that far and clearly never wanted to. it kept chlark forever in this stage of childhood friendship always on the brink of collapsing, tittering either way. it's also tough to speculate bc clark's just not into her. in fact he becomes more and more wary of her, to the point where he believes she can do horrible things, and he's right. the stories continually make their methods complete opposite.

they go out of their way to show chloe realizing how happy clark is with lois. and even play a joke on the fandom by literally turning her into lois and seeing the sparks between her friends. it's almost... cruel but it does serve to show how clark is when he's smitten and he's never looked at chloe that way except during the dance when they were kids. other unrequited dynamics have at least some spark from the desired, but nil from clark. clark is into chloe in late s1, but she shuts him down, and when he seems to be into her again (damn that s5 kiss was a good one lol), she shuts him down again. it's just a weird writing choice all around, and that they kept nuggets of it throughout the show is the thing I cringe at most whenever I rewatch.

9. bait and switch 2

with hindsight it is definitely ship baiting and that sucks for that dynamic bc without it their friendship would’ve been the stronger, or at least not full of so much negativity. all it did was remind everyone that chloe’s been duped since she was a kid and that clark is both stupid and strange for never noticing and letting her get away with shit just bc she’s the most loyal. I don’t ship them and even I get frustrated lol

#mystuff #smallville #superman #anti chlark #sayruq #my meta

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awxward · 3 years

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A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya

Gabriel

Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'

Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.

Named after a friend from theatre class :)

Masumi

George Washington

George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).

So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.

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Me: tiger has a name now

Friend: which name did you choose?

Me: his name is George Washington.

Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?

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Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Citron

Daniel

Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).

Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]

Tsuzuru

Lucifer

Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.

My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."

Itaru

Pao(???)

Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.

Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.

Chikage

Tsuki

Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.

Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)

Summer Troupe:

Tenma

Hinata

Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.

Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]

Yuki

Steve

Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)

I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.

I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)

Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Muku

Eeyore

Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.

Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.

Misumi

Sherlock

Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)

the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.

Kazunari

Victor

Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.

Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.

Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Kumon

PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.

When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.

Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)

liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging

Autumn Troupe:

Banri

Sammy

Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.

i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.

Named after Sam Winchester

Juza

Tiggs

Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.

Omi

Benedict (Ben)

Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.

Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)

Taichi

Dean

Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.

It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.

I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.

Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sakyo

Lev

Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.

He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.

Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)

Sakoda

Emotional Support Iron Man

So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.

Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.

She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.

Azami

[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon

Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.

Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.

I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).

i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter

Winter Troupe:

Tsumugi

Phil

Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.

I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.

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Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???

Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.

Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER

Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.

the rest of mankai: ????????

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I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.

Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]

Tasuku

Cap

Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.

There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.

Named after Captain America (Marvel)

Homare

Ushijima (Ushi)

Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.

Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.

Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.

Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.

Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Hisoka

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).

Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.

Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.

He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.

Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)

Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.

Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.

Azuma

Sebastian

Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.

He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.

His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.

Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Guy

Moriarty

Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.

He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.

Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.

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Don't mind me, just a casual nitpicky rant about Yowamushi Pedal under the cut lul

OK I am going to preface this by saying that I love Yowamushi Pedal. It’s one of my favorite animes, let alone favorite sports anime. Also everything I am about to say is completely my opinion for (what that’s worth loooooooool) so please don’t take it overly seriously it’s just my dumb rambles.

Anyway I AM VERY DISAPOINTED BY SO MANY THINGS IN YOWAMUSHI PEDAL SEASON 4 (that I finally watched after literal years) AND I AM UPSET.

· First things first, I just really miss the seniors. Even though I love Teshima and Aoyagi, and ofc I love Onoda, Naruko, and Imaizumi, I personally feel like Kaburagi and Danchiku are kind of lacking. I don’t dislike them (Kaburagi did take a while to grow on me tho) but compared to the characters we lost they just aren’t as good. They do not fill the hole in my heart.

· Speaking of Kaburagi, I get it’s for the lolz but it low key pisses me off that he doesn’t realize how much Aoyagi sacrifices for him and helps him. It’s frustrating. Give my boy the credit he deserves >:(

· And speaking of Aoyagi, though I adore him, I am so sorry… His inflation power is just really really bad. It looks dumb as hell. I get that it’s paying homage to Tadokoro but like… It’s just SO stupid looking. :( And I know Yowapeda is full of tons of silly and bizarre things (it’s one of the things that endears me to the series) but that is just bad.

· I am not upset about Sohoku not winning the first days sprint. I think it makes sense story wise, Sohoku won the first day sprint last year yadda yadda. I also get that with Hakone losing last year, they would be even tougher and more formidable this year, so I am not mad about that either. What I am mad about is how much the author is SHITTING ON SOHOKU. TWO WHOLE DAYS GO BY. THAT IS THREE RACES A DAY AND THEY DON’T WIN ONE OF THEM. IN TWO DAYS. WHO IS THIS SERIES ABOUT AGAIN??? Like I get it Hakone is out for blood but like, SOHOKU HAS BEEN WORKING THEIR ASSES OFF TOO TF???

· I was heartbroken over Teshima’s loss. It was so fucking frustrating. Like, you spent all this time focusing on him and his struggles, how he is surrounded by all these team mates with natural talent and sport super powers, but he himself is just a normal guy who had to bust his ass to be worthy of his position and riding with his team mates. And he DID work his ass off! He sacrificed so much of himself to be in the inner high!!! And instead of it being like this uplifting moment of ‘hard work paid off, I won!’ HE LOST. And not only did he lose, he poured so much or himself into taking the mountain that he totally wore himself out, almost passed out until Onoda caught him, and was just like useless for the rest of the day. And then, at the start of next day’s race, he became a burden weighing down the team a bit because he was still worn out from day one. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

· And did you have to have hit us with the ‘is it really so wrong for me to want to win once?’ dialogue??? Bro… :(

· Then after this we have fucking Imazumi working with Hakone to get back to Naruko and Midousuji, and he like… totally helps Hakone by pulling for them and shit in hopes of ‘using’ them to get to Naruko, but he ends up being used and Sohoku loses that ending line as well to HAKONE. WHO HE ACTIVELY HELPED. :) It’s fine.

· SPEAKING of Midousuji I just… Don’t understand why his team puts up with him? At all. I really liked him first inter high (especially talking about his childhood and getting a glimpse at the more ‘human’ side of him) but like… Bro is straight up running his team like he’s a dictator. And he’s not even the captain, but he gets to make all the shots? He’s mean as hell to everyone on his team, uses them, and treats them like shit. I’m sorry, but if his rude ass was on a team I wanted to join I would a. not join at all, b. kick him out, or c. start a new team without him. :) I get that he is super talented and the main reason Kyofushi does as well as the do but like goddamn… He sure as hell isn’t making this fun at all. Or rewarding. Why would you want to help HIM win? At this point that’s what it is, not the team winning, just this stank ass who treats you like shit and calls you a Zaku. No fucking thanks!!!

· On that note, why the fuck would the audience react the way they did when Midousuji gave his winning speech??? Again, he was just being a mean bitch and rude af on the stand to the other competitors. If anything, everyone should have been uncomfortable or the MC should have taken the mic away. No one would go to this highschool race, see this kid acting like a total fuck to his competition and be like yeah! He’s right! Only winners matter and everyone else is trash! Fuck sportsmanship and being a team player!!! Like NO. As my boyfriend said, “This must be the same group of people that go to Trump rallies” asdfghjkl

· While on the topic of rude, Yuto is a far cry from Hayato ell oh ell. Sorry kid, but Running people off the road with your bike is not showing how superior and talented you are. It just shows that you are acting like an ass.

· I am not mad about Ashikiba becoming the mountain king because I love him and he deserves it, but I am mad that Onoda had to put up with Yuto’s bs during that whole race.

· And then, we get down to the end of day two. Sohoku hasn’t won shit, but it’s on Imaizumi, the ace, so there is a good chance for success FINALLY. It’s his time to shine. He’s in perfect form. He’s riding on the hopes of his team, up against Midousuji. This is the perfect opportunity for redemption. After all the prev years long bs Midousuji has put him through. After all the pain and loss Sohoku has gone through. After Naruko, my darling bean boy who has never done anything wrong ever, gives his ALL and fucking drags the team and Imaizumi to the finish line to get the win…

· You guessed it! He loses! To Midou-FUCKING-Suji!!!

· I just… Like was this fun to write and draw? Because I am not having a fun time watching it. > : (

· I get that they should struggle. I get other teams are super strong. But why the fuck does Sohoku, our boys, have to be the only ones struggling WITHOUT any payoff??? Not one win???

· Also I had the tiniest bit of hope that hey. Maybe Aoyagi and Teshima will take the final win and trophy for the final day??? Maybe??? Please???

· Then Aoyagi gets hurt so… Highly doubt that

· (I am still praying by some miracle Teshima wins overall because HE DESERVES IT but I am not holding my breath… Any manga readers do not spoil but please pray for me lul)

· So I just watched all this, and was like wait… The season is almost over??? The race isn’t finished and Sohoku hasn’t won anything! When does the next season come out???

· Not until Oct 2022. Which is already MONTHS away, but MAJOR condolences for my squad that watched this when it aired in 2018 and just had to wait for YEARS with this burden of loss on them, I am so sorry. :((((

· And my final major complaint is Kishigami. He makes me uncomfortable and honestly someone should have reported him for sexual assault and groping. Look, you can touch whoever’s muscle’s you want but why do you have to be so weird about it??? And please, just get consent first damn.

· (He should have copped a feel on Andy and Frank tho come on bro he was letting you and they are celebrities at this point)

This is nitpicky I know but I just wanted to vent because again… I love Yowapeda and I am only upset in the first place because my heart hurts. :,)

Let’s end on a happy note tho! Things I loved about this season:

· Any time I saw Naruko. Love him.

· Any time I saw Teshima (even when it hurts). Love him. So proud of our captain!

· Anytime I saw Makishima. Truly the best boy.

· Koga!!! I wish he could be more prominent and I wish he got to race, but I love him!

· Tsugimoto, who I used to not like at all, has become very charming. He and his brother are very cute together.

· Mrs. Sakamichi coming thru with the BEST BOY hats and giving one to Manami, which he wears and loves. Adorable.

· Ashikiba as a whole. I love everything about him. His attitude, his looks, his pink bike, how he’s ditzy, his love of Mother Nature. Just an all-around great boy. And I loved the scene with him and Yuto with Yuto coming into his own, it was very nice.

· But the BEST moment was my boy Aoyagi bringing back Kaburagi with the power of Love Hime’s first OP. Singing his lil soul out, not giving two fucks that everyone was laughing, dead serious the whole time. What a fucking champ.

Anyway forgive this conniption fit I just have a lot of feelings and want the next season to come out. TAT

(Also, as always, all the openings and endings both songs and animation SLAPPED heavily.)

#please dont take this overly seriously #I just have a lot of feels #yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal new generation #venting #flapping my wings

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FATE: What happens when you get a bunch of middle aged white guys to adapt a cartoon for girls

Well, I just went through 6 hours of fate and I have a lot of opinions on it. Yeah, this is going to be long (slightly under 3k words) so putting it under read more and obvious spoilers.

PSA before delving right in:

1) Yes, I will be comparing to the original. Any comparisons are not through rose-tinted nostalgia glasses. There are parts here and there that I genuinely think were done better in the cartoon on a writing standpoint.

2) This is purely my opinion and overall negative. Don't like it? Don't read. I'm all up for discussion but I don't want another person crying to me about how I “ruined” their experience of the show.

3) If you like Fate then good for you. This isn’t me bashing people who like it.

I've spit it up into sub sections just for my own convince.

1. The problem with the 'I'm not like other girls' trope

This pertains to the entire Bloom-Sky-Stella love triangle. I wasn't as pressed about it compared to other winxers (and I loved Stella's and Brandon's relationship on my rewatch). In fact, I was okay with it. But then I sat down and watched the show and there's a lot of underlying problems with the love triangle. Particularly pitting Bloom and Stella against each other for Sky's affection.

Now this part of the love triangle I already didn't like. Correct me if I'm wrong, since I dropped the OG Winx after season 5 but the Winx while they did have their conflicts and arguments, never fought over a boy. I really appreciated that from the cartoon so seeing that live action would fall into that trap – I was mildly annoyed at that. Then it hit me. It's Bloom and Stella.

The seemingly ordinary girl vs the pristine princess of Solaria. If the title didn't give it away, you should get the point by now. Others have already called it by now but the "I'm not like other girl's" trope in itself, while seemingly feminist is actually misogynist. Saying the more masculine type of girl is better than the feminine is inherently misogynist. Stella, the prime princess, girly and feminine, is villainized by the love triangle. Sky's and Stella's relationship is toxic and Stella's overt co-dependence and jealousy are already big fat red signs - but Sky's and Bloom's relationship is built on how she's "different". Bloom isn't like Stella, she's "real".

2. Am I supposed to like Riven?

As the title puts it, wtf am I supposed to feel about Riven. Is he supposed to be a good guy? Do I root for him? Is he morally ambiguous? Because holy shit compared to OG!Riven, this guy is diabolical and much much worse! OG!Riven is an asshole and he teams up with the trix but his arc was very simple and easy to understand. He joins the bad guys, distances himself from the good guys, the trix betray his ass, he self-reflects in the dungeon - escapes and redeems himself. Net!Riven is so bad to the point where you can't redeem him and the writers don't even try. Freddie Thorp is good in his role. (however, he definitely doesn't pass for a 17-year-old. He's 26 and it shows) and he actually makes the cringe dialogue work. But he's way too diabolical and downright predatory. The scene where he forces Dane to gulp down his spiked drink - it’s worse seeing it than reading it. That grossed me out more than the gore.

What makes it worse, nobody properly calls him out. Beatrix kinda does on his homophobia – “Homophobic bashing by GIF” - and Sky does chastise him, but they still tolerate him. It is kinda funny in a way Sky has a whole ass arc about how he's enabling Stella's problematic behaviour by still dating her after she blinded her friend but doesn't realize he's doing the same for Riven.

The only person that really puts her foot down with Riven is Terra and nobody takes her seriously about anything she says.

Everyone is very laissez-faire around him and that's not how you respond to your friend being problematic. (Hey, kinda like the other girls sans Aisha are with Bloom!) Everyone surrounding Riven is so disgusting and the notion of him supposedly being a good guy is very hard to buy into. His whole relationship with Dane has a section of it’s own because there’s just a lot to unpack.

3. Stella I am so sorry

I'm also in the majority hating how they've tarnished Stella. Basically, they turned her into the stereotypical rich bully with mommy issues.

I get that Stella has an abusive mom but that’s no excuse to be a total bitch to her roommates. And no, her roommates shouldn't accept her back with open arms. And she doesn't even redeem herself - the girls just accept her back after her mom pulls her from Alfea.

And this is also another issue with the writing were the characters suddenly just change their opinions on a whim. Suddenly Stella likes the winx, suddenly Terra misses Stella even though having that girl literally gives her anxiety. Suddenly Aisha's on Bloom's side in the end.

This isn't me simping for the cartoon out of nostalgia. I was mostly okay with the idea of Stella and Sky hooking up. But Looking at it from a creative standpoint - looking at the source material, and the many paths you can take this character, the best thing Brian Young and co. can think of for her was turning her into the stereotypical rich bully that we've seen time and time again? No deconstruction no meta take, it's played out exactly how you’d expect it.

Again, this isn't me simping for the show. Purely from a creative standpoint Stella was such a major let down. There's so much to the character and Brian Young took the easiest, saturated path.

4. That one scene with Bloom's parents

You know the one. Mike unhinges Bloom's bedroom doors and Vanessa cusses out and insults her child like a petty teen bully. Forgetting how utterly cringey that scene was, you can't have her mom go batshit insane on her child, then act like she's this loving parent that cares so deeply about her daughter. Screw that! Vanessa deserved those 3rd degree burns! She invaded her daughter's privacy. Bloom didn't even do anything wrong!

I can't buy into this narrative of Vanessa and Mike being loving parents when they do something like that. Seriously who thought that was okay?

5. Pity Parties for everyone.

I already discussed this in Stella’s section but I don’t like the “it’s okay for me be a shitty person because my life sucks :)” narrative Fate tries to pull. They did it with Stella, Bloom, Riven.

What I liked about the first season of Winx Club is Bloom’s arc and her character as a whole. Because while she went through shit, from the Trix, to finding out she was adopted, her existential crisis, not feeling like she belonged, losing the dragon flame, she went through a lot. She didn’t throw a pity party. She didn’t whine, bitch and complain. She allowed herself to feel upset, took it as it is and tried to make lemonade out of lemons. And I respect that.

Net!Bloom is agrevating. She does some dumb, reckless stuff but it’s excused because she’s the protagonist? She let the war criminal out, the school gets taken over by the bad guys because of Bloom. Faragonda fucking dies because she let the war criminal out! The burned ones attacked the school because she let the war criminal out!!! But no, Aisha’s villainized for calling Bloom out because Bloom’s existential crisis is more important then anything else.

Getting to Sky, he isn’t as bad as the others. He doesn’t become a shitty person because of his problems. (Though lowkey flirting with Bloom while he hooks up with Stella is uh not good.) But he does come across incredibly whiny. Because of the cringey dialogue and the unnecessary swearing I can’t take his speech on opening up to Bloom seriously. I laughed throughout the whole thing and Bloom leaving his unconscious body there was the icing on the cake.

One of the few characters that deserved a pity party is Terra. She’s very much like OG!Bloom in a way. She is bullied by Dane and Riven, has body insecurities, anxiety, nobody listens to her and at most only tolerates her. Despite all the crap that is thrown her way she still reminds humble, kind, and respectful. And she is one of the few characters that deserves more support than what she got out of the season.

5. Bloom, Aisha, Tokenism and their awful relationship

I’m going to be upfront, their relationship sucks. The core of their dynamic is what Aisha can do for Bloom. It’s very one-sided. Bloom only goes to Aisha to help solve her problems, which Aisha gladly does – but when Aisha disagrees with Bloom or says something Bloom doesn’t like, Bloom suddenly goes off and Aisha’s made to be the bad guy. Even though she’s right? And Aisha has her own problems as well, shown to also struggle with her powers. But nope, that’s pushed to the back burner because Bloom needs help.

I am all for creative freedom. I can stomach Stella x actual Sky. I can stomach turning Stella into a rich mean girl. I can stomach the dark academia aesthetic but what Brian Young and co. did to Aisha is just plain racist. Screw the “it’s an adaptation” excuse. Turning this character who had a rich storyline and was a princess into a white girl’s magical negro who fixes all her problems is racist and by definition tokenism. And by whitewashing the other two characters of color, making Aisha the only poc in the group – that’s the worst thing you can do to her.

And frankly we need more black princesses on screen.

6. Dane and the homophobia of the show

Towards the show’s climax it’s revealed Dane is helping Beatrix because she accepts he’s “different”. Not only does this go back to my pity party rant but like bruh,

1) Beatrix never really did anything for Dane? She hung out and smoked with him a bit, but that’s all. You’re telling me Terra wouldn’t accept Dane? Beatrix never helped him and he never really opened up to her about his struggles.

2) Nobody else, not even background characters bully or harass Dane for being “different”. It’s only Riven, the guy he’s crushing on. The whole falling in love with the bad boy/abuser trope is bad in a hetero relationship and that still stands for a gay one. And I know damn well if Dane was a woman half of the shit Riven did to Dane wouldn’t slide.

It makes no sense for Dane to side with the bad guys when Riven’s the one bullying him and Beatrix is complacent in the bullying. Oh, and having your second black* character who’s also lgbt+/potentially questioning be a villain? Not good.

I’m all for gay and poly rep, but not like this. If Stella and Sky’s toxic relationship is going to be called out for what it is, why not Dane’s?

*Idk if Theo Graham is light-skinned black or biracial so I’ll just refer to him as black.

7. The plot

It’s very predictable. Personally, wasn’t fond of the ‘twist of a twist of a twist’ style of writing. The story tries to be nuanced and deep but it’s not. Common sense is treated like a big revelation. Not trusting the war criminal you barely know isn’t as big of a take that the writers try to make it out to be.

8. Everything else

· Beatrix is fine. No Icy but did like the gothic bookworm aesthetic.

· Sam is just there to be Musa’s love interest and provide some dumb drama between Musa and Terra. I thought they’d go the Edward/Bella root – Musa’s drawn to Sam because she can’t sense his emotions for some reason. Nope, they just get together for the obligatory make out sessions. Don’t care much for the relationship or the character.

· Since the powers are all elemental shouldn’t there be classes purely for an elemental? Classes purely for fire fairies, etc?

· Musa’s powers are confusing. If she has no control over them and they are “always on”, shouldn’t her eyes constantly be glowing purple? Very wishy washy. Sometimes they overwhelm her and other times she has complete control. Her character is just there for plot stuff.

· Terra is one of the better characters but can’t enjoy her knowing about the whitewashing. Why can’t we have a plus sized character just exist and not have body issues?

· Sky doesn’t feel like a prince. Characters treat him like his dad is a war hero and not the King of Eraklyon. There was a point where I thought I misheard and thought his dad was just a war hero and not a king.

· Why try to justify Rosalind’s war crime if she’s going to be the big bad anyways?

· The way the characters treat death/act around death is very weird. Musa and Terra see a pile of dead bodies and they’re unreasonable calm. Especially Bloom an “ordinary teenage girl from earth”, reacts very nonchalant when death and war crimes are brought up. Doesn’t help the show tries to push this “they’re kids fighting a war” narrative.

· Can’t buy into the girls’ friendship. The Aisha/Bloom dynamic is centred on what Aisha can do for Bloom. Bloom only cares about herself and only goes to her friends to help with her problems. Most of Musa’s and Terra’s interaction centre around Sam. Stella didn’t care for the girls until her mom showed up and pulled a 180. The girls were quick to turn on Aisha when she sided with the adults.

· I have no problem with technology existing but why do they have Instagram, Tiktok and Tumblr? The otherworld is a completely separated from Earth, why do they have the same technology?

9. Brian Young, what do you mean by mature?

I grew up on the 4kids dub before transitioning to the Nick dub for season 4 and 5 then dropping the cartoon for good. So naturally on my rewatch of the cartoon I decided to go watch the RAI dub since I heard it’s more accurate and 4Kids are infamous for their horrid localisations straying too much to the source material. Upon finishing season 1 and currently watching season 2, a few things took me by surprise. For one, the cartoon is surprisingly dark. The schools are at war with the Trix and their army of Darkness, Sky almost dies in Season 2, Riven almost dies and the Trix thinks he suicided, it’s heavily implied in Season 2 Darkar murdered some of the pixies, the paedophilic undertones of Bloom and Avalon’s relationship, the list goes on.

When the interview with Brian Young came out, he said Fate would be a mature take on the cartoon. And I wondered, what did he meant by mature? Was he going to delve deeper into the darker aspects of the show, or did he mean he was going to have the girls swear and have sex? Watching Fate, I found my answer.

If you take out the gore, swearing, drug and alcohol usage from the live action, the maturity is on par with the RAI dub. The difference is in the presentation. This is what sucks about the mentality surrounding live action remakes. Because the OG!Winx was colourful with glittery transformations , was super girly and overall had a positive upbeat tone (not forgetting 2D animated) - it can’t be taken seriously. You have to strip all that, the colour, the kindness, the femininity in order to be deemed mature.

10. Wrapping up

I went into Fate expecting the worst and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. There were things I liked about it. The show looks pretty, and I did like what they were trying to do with Sky’s arc. The actors did what they could with the material. Freddie Thorp made the cringe dialogue work and Abigail Cowen proves she can carry a show as the lead.

Fate is your generic, YA, dark academia show. It follows all the tropes of the YA genre to a T. If that’s your niche, then you’ll love Fate and I’m not bashing anyone who liked it.

For me, as a creative, it doesn’t capitalise on the strengths of the source material. I’m not asking for Winx Club again, as I’ve reiterated, I’m all for creative freedom. But Brian Young, Iginio Straffi, whoever worked on this – they could’ve created something new, innovative, something that stood out from the hordes of other YA shows. They had good material in their hands! But what I got - I’ve seen before, and I’ve seen it done better. That’s a major disappointment.

As a winx club fan, don’t bother watching this. It’s a very diluted version of the Winx. In trying to capture the interest of the adult fans who grew up with the franchise – Iginio showed how out of touch he is if he thinks this is what they wanted.

#fate the winx saga #netwinx #back on my winx club bs #long post #this took me like 4 days to write

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are you poc? i guess i don't care since i don't really expect you to answer this ask. here it goes. i'm a poc in fandoms... no. i'm a poc who has read books and comics, and watched tv shows and movies, and has consumed and engaged with fan content for the past 10 years of my life. if you want to tell me to "log off and go outside" i'd like to remind y'all that saying that can be funny in your (and many others) heads but i'd like to remind you of the existance of people like me who spent 10 years inside of their houses for reasons that we don't have to explain to you! and it hurts! sometimes all we have is the things that we have inside. and i wanted to ask you: how do you do it? how do you enjoy comics? or movies? is there any such a thing as critical consumption? i'm not sure if i believe it anymore... my eyes are open to the racism backstage, racism onscreen, how black and non-white characters are treated, misogynoir, sexism, whitewashing, straightwashing, pentagon/us military propaganda, the list is endless. fate the winx saga didn't do anything that we haven't see on the mcu or any other piece of media. and i can't unsee it and i can't unlearn it. (i don't want to.) the white man (he is an adult) who plays the white boy in ms marvel is a trump supporter and now everytime i see his face i feel ranço (a word that's too powerful to have an english translation.) i know he will be woobifiyed. maybe i should be better at separating the actor from the character. maybe i am good at this... and it's actually the guys that who move heavens for a white guy bc he played a character in their favorite disney property. twitter stan fandom power interference or whatever is called is... something that shouldn't be ignored anymore. everywhere i see it. every tv show and movie it's the same shit again. maybe i could find solace in comics but my favourite characters are going through superhell for the past 15 years and i can't find solace anywhere in this fucking website or twitter or the source material. there were no excitement in my life since my childhood ended and the stuff that i used to love now doesn't give me joy and the fandom is either too "i see/hear no evil" and its usually the part where i get the racism and fujoushi weirdos or too "i hate tony stark and i hate and i hate and i hate..." and this side of fandom i thought it would be more open to my endless frustration but now i see myself and there's no excitement in my life and there's no joy and... i'm tired of it. i'm tired of how fandom and media have treated black and non-white people... and i'm tired. how do you do it? how do you enjoy media knowing you're supporting the us military (and know that they're doing bad things to people)? how do you enjoy media knowing that the black witch girl (who is the closest i'll ever get) who is even at some point more popular than the ambiguous white passing character wont get 4 mediocre seasons at netflix even tho she was a better character than kiernans sabrina for more than 7 seasons? i think the trailers were dope... but now that i know things and i spot these things idk what to do. im going through a bad moment that lasted 10 years and my "Confort character" is an awful character bc its whitewashed and the fandom is 100% fragmented and weird compared to the fandoms of other characters. goodbye. i hope u have a nice day/night. i wrote another ask that was better written but i accidently erssed so... sorry

I wish I could give you an answer that was comforting, but I don’t have it. First I want to tell you that everything that you’ve expressed in this ask is absolutely valid and you are rightfully frustrated.

The truth is that I think most of us when we open a Marvel comic or watch a Marvel movie ( if it’s through piracy or not) we do it being aware of how problematic they are. there’s no other way around it. I know this answer probably doesn’t answer anything or calm any of your frustrations but it’s an honest one.

I hope that at least this blog can be a place that can bring you at least one milligram of joy about the fandom in Marvel. and if you want to scream and shout in my ask about how you feel, you can and are absolutely welcome to do all that!

I wish you a nice day and night too.

#i’m mexican I don’t believe anything or anyone is pure #that would be naivy of me but it’s still heartbreaking #anon btw I would love it if you sent me who is your fave that's going through hell so i can at least create something cute for you

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Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing

*Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving. And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

“Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

“I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

“Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

“But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

“I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.”

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse.

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends.

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner.

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located.

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?”

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one.

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.”

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff.

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes.

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?”

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.”

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.”

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.”

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.”

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.”

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.”

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten!

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.”

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women.

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior.

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it.

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him.

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?”

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat.

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him.

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.”

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.”

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.”

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric.

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.”

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him.

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.”

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.”

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!”

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.”

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind.

“Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?”

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer.

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.”

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label.

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…”

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.”

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

#plaid and the memories #Baby #sam winchester x piper #jared padalecki x piper #SPN Supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #Jensen Ackles

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