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a-b-riddle · 2 days

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #angst #grovel #jealousy

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wheels-of-despair · 2 days

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Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are *checks notes* going to prom? Like normies?! Contains: A high school prom, two nervous freaks, an ill-fitting wardrobe, an unfortunate zit, dancing, references to other E/EW fics nobody will remember, relentless teasing, a happy ending. Words: 4.5k

"Prom's next month."

You stop playing with Eddie's hair and look down at the head lying in your lap in surprise.

He keeps his eyes on the TV. A blush creeps into his cheeks. Is Eddie Munson seriously thinking about going to prom? You fight a smile and start working your fingers through his hair again.

"Yup… that's what they said on the morning announcements."

Silence. No way he's that interested in the orange juice commercial you've seen ten times today. Eddie Munson is thinking about prom, and he's in the process of chickening out.

"You ever been?" you ask.

"Nah," he says, eyes still on the TV. "You?"

"Nah."

He bites his lip. You can't take it anymore.

"You thinkin' about going?"

He shrugs.

If you were a more patient person, you could poke and prod at him until he finally asked you. However…

"Well, if you were planning on asking me, you're too late."

He finally looks up at you, confusion on his face.

"I've rekindled my romance with Chief Hopper."

A smile spreads across Eddie's face.

"I'm sorry, Eddie," you sigh. "What we had was fun, but you just don't have the stamina. Sometimes a girl just NEEDS full night of porking."

You both snort at the same time, which leads to a fit of giggles.

When you recover, you brush his bangs out of his face. He sighs.

"So, uh…" He licks his lips while he tries to find his words. "If the bacon falls through, would you maybe think about going with me?"

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. "Because it's kinda my last chance, and I know it's stupid, and it goes against everything I stand for, and it'll probably be miserable, and the music's gonna suck, and you probably have a way better idea of what we could do that night, but… ugh, never mind."

Eddie turns back toward the TV, shaking his head so some of his hair hides his burning face. You gently brush it back behind his ear, looking down at him with all the love in your heart.

"Eddie?"

"Hm."

"You're the only person I'd think about going to prom with."

"Really?" He looks up at you with an uneasy smile.

"Yeah," you answer, tracing the shell of his ear.

"We don't have to."

"I know," you smile. "I want to go with you." He smiles back sleepily. "But if I get Carrie'd, I can't promise I'll spare you."

"Kay," he chuckles.

"Mother?" you ask, hovering in the living room doorway.

"Daughter?" she responds from the couch, without looking up from her book.

You take a deep breath and stare at the floor.

"Ineedapromdress."

"What?"

You sigh and raise your head. "I need a prom dress."

Her book drops to her lap, revealing wide eyes behind her glasses.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I need a prom dress," you repeat with a roll of your eyes.

"Oh my god! I have a child who's voluntarily attending a school function!"

"What's up?" Gareth asks from behind you.

"They're going to the prom!"

You slowly turn and see him looking at you in amusement.

"Shut up," you order before he can even say anything.

"She's even gonna wear a dress!" your mother shrieks.

"Shut up," you repeat, glaring at Gareth's stupid smirky face. "Kay, I'm going to bed, open to shopping suggestions and financial contributions, good night."

You squeeze past him and make a mad dash for your room.

"They're all gonna laugh at you!" Gareth warbles in his best Piper Laurie impression.

"Shut up!" you repeat one last time, then slam your bedroom door.

"He's heeeere," Gareth announces as he passes by your bedroom door.

"You look perfect," your mom assures you.

She's been working on your makeup for fifteen minutes, and it's finally the way she wants it. And you have to admit… you look pretty damn good.

She'd taken you to the city for a day of shopping, and after several hours of hunting, you'd actually found a dress without puffed sleeves, ruffles, or tulle.

"Give me a minute, I want the camera on his face when he sees you," your mom says excitedly.

"Mother, it's a high school prom, it's not our wedding."

"Let me have this!" she whisper-yells. She grabs her camera and leaves the room.

You take one last look at yourself, stand, and slip on your shoes. Heels. You're even wearing fucking heels.

You walk down the hall and turn into the kitchen…

Eddie Munson is wearing a suit.

You'd offered to help him look for one, or find him something in the city, but he said he had it covered. And he did. He's even wearing a tie, and he's tamed his hair somehow. He looks freakishly presentable (for Eddie) and is holding what you imagine is a corsage in a box.

"Hi."

"Hey."

You stand there and stare at each other. Awkward. It's awkward.

"Eddie! Give her the corsage!" Your mom stage-whispers.

He tries to hold it out to you, but fumbles it and drops it on the floor. You both reach down to get it, and you hear a RIIIP tear through the kitchen. You both stand immediately, looking and feeling your outfits.

"Was that you or me?" you ask, trying to feel the back of your dress. You knew this fucker was too tight. But your question is answered when all the blood drains out of Eddie's panicked face.

"Let me see, honey," your mom says gently, putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him. The seam in the back of his jacket has ripped.

"Dude! You Hulked out on prom night," Gareth laughs from his seat at the kitchen table.

You give him a warning shush, and for once, he obeys.

"Slip that off, I'll have it as good as new in no time." Your mom helps Eddie out of his jacket and takes it in the direction of her sewing machine. You carefully retrieve the corsage from the floor and put it on the table.

"Uh… that's for you," he mumbles, the color returning to his face.

"Thank you," you smile, leaving the box closed until your mother can return and witness this sacred and not-at-all stupid prom ritual.

You turn to Eddie and lift a hand to run through his suspiciously tame hair.

"Don't look at it," Eddie mumbles.

"Don't look at what?" you ask.

"His third eye," Gareth supplies helpfully. That's when you notice the zit between his eyes. Eddie's face reddens so much that it almost blends in. Gareth snickers. You pick up a damp kitchen towel, ball it up, and throw it at him. It hits him in the ear.

"Don't you have some place to be?" you ask pointedly.

"Nope," he grins, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Mom's taking me to Jeff's after you leave."

You roll your eyes, reach for Eddie's hand, and pull him to your bedroom.

"Sit," you instruct, pointing at your desk. He drops into the chair with a defeated sigh. You start digging through your extremely elegant shoebox full of makeup, then realize what you need. "I'll be right back," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

You return with a cotton ball.

"What's that?"

"Wite-Out. My make-up's too dark for you," you joke.

Eddie's brow furrows, and you apply a dab of peroxide to his unfortunate growth. When it dries, you reach for the concealer.

"What are you doing?" he asks nervously.

"Covering that up."

He sits silently and watches you reach for this and that to cover his bump, and when you stand back and smile, he frowns.

"What's wrong?" you ask. "I can wipe it off if you want, I thought you wanted it gone."

"I feel like a clown," he grumbles.

"You are a clown."

He pouts. You point at the mirror, and he leans over to see his camouflage… and his jaw drops. You lean down until your head is next to his, so you can see what he sees.

"Witchcraft," he whispers.

"You know it, babe," you wink.

"One freshly tailored suit jacket for the young lad," your mom announces as she steps into the room. Eddie stands, and she helps him into it. She brushes her hand along the seam. "Good as new!" she declares. "But no break-dancing tonight." Eddie laughs.

After the official corsage and boutonniere exchange in the kitchen, you're marched into the living room for pictures. Each pose is goofier than the last, but you aren't allowed to leave until your mom finishes off a roll of film.

You both breathe a sigh of relief when the van doors slam shut.

"You still wanna do this, or do you wanna go get blazed and hide out at my place?" Eddie asks, probably about 40% joking.

"What time is it?" you ask. Eddie consults his watch and reads the time back to you. You pretend to consider it for a second, then shake your head. "Chief Hopper is expecting me in 15 minutes, and my little piggy does not like to be kept waiting."

Eddie snorts and starts the engine. Hawkins High Prom 1986 it is.

"Where'd you get your suit?" you ask a few minutes into the surprisingly awkward drive.

"George. The thrift shop guy. Told him I needed something prom-worthy. This was his grandson's. 'He's a lanky thing, just like you,' he said."

"It's nice," you admire.

"It's a little small, but… y'know." Eddie shrugs. "Price was right."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's… a little tight," he admits.

"Baby, you don't have to wear stuff if it makes you uncomfortable."

"It's fine… as long as I don't have to move my arms much."

"Is it the shirt too, or just the jacket?"

"Mostly the jacket, the shirt's got some stretch to it."

"Ditch it."

"Ticket says jacket and tie required."

"Ditch it as soon as they let us in."

"This is why you're the brains of this operation," he mumbles as he pulls into a parking spot.

"Correct," you grin.

"Stay," Eddie orders, hopping down and scrambling around the front of the van to open your door. You're suddenly reminded of your first official date; he'd tried so hard to be someone else, but you didn't want someone else. You wanted Eddie Munson, and you wanted him just the way he was. You take his hand and slide to the ground, wincing as your heels hit the pavement.

"Is your battle armor in here?" you ask, nodding toward the back.

"Of course."

"Fetch."

Eddie smirks and walks toward the back, and you shut your door and follow him. He grabs his leather jacket and patch-filled vest, and hugs the pair to his chest.

You reach for them, and he hands them over. You separate the pair while he watches nervously, like you're separating conjoined twins that he personally gave birth to.

"Lose the child-sized suit jacket," you instruct. He tries, but gets stuck almost immediately. You muffle a laugh and step behind him to help him out of it, then slide his plain leather jacket on.

He looks more comfortable already. And considerably more Eddie-like. You go to transfer his boutonniere to his jacket pocket… but he doesn't have one. A bit of quick thinking and one rip later, his dumb little flower is attached with a strip of duct tape. You step back to admire him.

"There he is," you smile.

"Now he's gotta find his girl," Eddie says, "and then they can go do this damn prom thing."

You look down at your outfit and back at him, but he's already digging… through your overnight bag?

"Eddie, what--"

He cuts you off by slapping the soles of your favorite sneakers on the floor of his van.

"You've been wincing with every damn step since you walked into the kitchen. Lose the shoes."

You grin and sit down to swap your heels for sneakers. Sneakers that Eddie vandalized during a particularly boring assembly. It was one of the reasons why they were your favorites; the boy's a ballpoint artist. The other was--oh, that's nice. You stand comfortably and breathe a sigh of relief.

"You want a little liquid courage?" Eddie asks, shaking a bottle of liquor at you.

"Sure," you answer. You each take a swig in hopes of making your night a little more bearable. Eddie stashes the bottle in the van and slams the back doors shut.

"M'lady," he says, offering an arm. You take it, and walk toward the Hawkins High gym doors. Any time now, alcohol.

A cheerleader-in-training eyes you warily, but takes your tickets and lets you pass by her table into the gym… decked out in streamers and balloons. Wicked classy, Hawkins High.

"And you say I never take you anywhere nice," Eddie grins.

"I have literally, not once, ever said that."

Eddie laughs and takes your hand.

"Munson?!" a voice shrieks.

"Yeah?" he asks uneasily, turning to see Mrs. O'Donnell.

"What are you doing here?"

You look at each other, and back at her.

"Whatever people usually do at prom, I guess?"

"I'll have no shenanigans from you tonight, Munson."

"Wouldn't dream of it, O'Donnell."

"Don't even think about going near that punch bowl," she warns.

"Why, what's in the punch bowl?" he asks. You try to keep a straight face.

"Just punch, and that's the way it's going to stay. Isn't that right, Mr. Munson?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says innocently.

Mrs. O'Donnell looks you both up and down, sucks her teeth in disapproval, and walks away without another word.

"Like I'd waste good liquor on these ungrateful assholes," he mumbles. "Do have an emergency flask in my pocket, by the way."

"Aww, and I thought you were just happy to see me."

"That's in the other pocket," he winks.

"C'mon," you laugh, pulling him to the other side of the gym. Once you're in a quiet spot, you scan the room for familiar faces. You knew you were pretty much on your own - all of the other Hellfire boys were having a movie marathon and sleepover at Jeff's - but you thought you'd look for potential allies anyway.

"There's Nancy Wheeler," you notice.

"And the Elder Byers," Eddie points out.

"I think we're on our own, babe."

"Just how I like it," he grins.

"You gonna dance with me, or just stand here lookin' pretty all night?" you ask.

Eddie responds by flipping his hair over his shoulder dramatically.

"C'mon," you smile, nodding toward the dance floor. He balks.

"This song sucks."

"Every song's gonna suck," you remind him.

"This one sucks more than average."

"Then how 'bout we visit the snack table and lay a curse on the punch while we wait for something that sucks slightly less?"

"This way, m'lady," he says nerdily, holding out his arm. You roll your eyes and take it anyway, working together to assemble a plate full of cheap snacks and two cups of unspiked punch. You retreat to the bleachers and pick at your bounty.

"So… this is a high school dance," he remarks.

"Yup… imagine, some people's entire high school careers revolve around this thing."

"I'd kinda rather be at home," he confesses.

"In our pajamas," you add.

"Watching shitty movies," he continues.

"Eating shittier pizza."

"Maybe fooling around a little?" He waggles his eyebrows and tilts his head toward the door.

"We went through a lot of trouble to get here, Edward. I went shopping. With my mother. You put on a suit. And a tie. And grew a stress zit."

"Shut up," he grumbles, hand instinctively touching the bump between his eyes. You lean in to kiss his cheek.

"Let's give it an hour. You've gotta dance with me at least once."

"Fine," he pouts. You feed him crackers, and he starts to relax a little.

When the opening chords of "Footloose" blare through the speakers, Eddie cringes. The people on the dance floor go wild.

"C'mon," you order, standing up and reaching for his hand.

"No."

"Yes."

"Absolutely not."

"Eddie Munson, you get your spastic ass on this dance floor with your dumb-ass classmates right now."

He whines, and looks… nervous? You sit back down, face full of concern. He scans the crowd, and you look too. Eyes keep darting to you. Not outright staring. Just keeping an eye on you. Like your whereabouts are a matter of public safety. You've been so focused on Eddie, you haven't bothered to pay attention to everyone else.

"It's just…" he starts, and then stops.

"Eddie?" you ask quietly, turning your head back to him. "This is our prom, too." You slide a little closer to him and hold his hand. "And I'm glad I'm here with you."

Eddie leans his forehead against yours and squeezes your hand.

"You think they're upset that we had the nerve to show up?" you smirk.

"Probably ruined their whole night," he grins. "Dear Diary, the freaks crashed prom."

"And ate all the fucking snacks," you laugh.

A flash makes you both jump.

"Sorry," Jonathan Byers smiles apologetically from behind his camera. "You guys were being cute, and Nancy demanded a photo for the yearbook."

"It's cool, man," Eddie grins. "Can we get a copy of that?"

"Sure," Jonathan nods. "They hired a professional photographer for portraits, by the way. Over in the corner. It's included in the ticket price."

"Cool," Eddie says.

"Anddd Nancy's waving me back," Jonathan groans. "You guys have fun tonight. At least some of the freaks should."

You and Eddie both chuckle as Jonathan goes back to Nancy for his next assignment, hearts in his eyes completely undermining his complaints.

"Well…" Eddie puffs his cheeks and blows out a breath of air. He's experienced all that prom has to offer, and is clearly not impressed.

"One picture, one dance, and we're the fuck outta here," you propose.

"Deal," he agrees.

You walk, hand-in-hand, over to the photographer's corner and get in line behind three other couples. Well, two. Kimmy Little sees you standing in line behind her, and drags her date off in the other direction. You and Eddie share a knowing look, but say nothing.

When the time comes, the photographer instructs you to assume the traditional prom photo position, and you do. You let Eddie hold you around the waist and smile like a total fucking jackass for several seconds while you wait for the flash. You and Eddie stumble away with spotty vision and hands tightly clasped. He's your lifeline, and you're not letting him go.

When your vision returns, you look from the bleachers to the exit. Is it really worth walking all the way back over there to sit and be bored, when you could just leave and have this lame night be over with?

Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" starts playing through the gym's shitty speakers, and you smile. You're a sucker for this one. Eddie looks at you with dread. He knows what's coming.

Silently, you slip backward into the crowd and pull him with you. He doesn't protest this time. He follows, eyes not leaving yours. The crowd must have parted for you. Perhaps there are advantages to loving the resident freak. You stand close and put his hands where they belong, and then yours. You stare into Eddie Munson's eyes and sway slowly to a song he tolerates, only for you.

You're glad you came. You're glad you're with him. You're glad this is the song you got to dance to. You're glad he made you swap your heels for sneakers.

But mostly, you're glad when the song is over, because you come together for a quick kiss and make a mad dash toward the exit.

"You son of a bitch," Eddie growls, trying to force his suit onto a hanger.

"Leave it, gremlin, I'll do it."

"Thank you," Eddie grins, throwing his suit on the bed and kissing your freshly scrubbed cheek. You'd washed off all your makeup and hair products together, had a little fun in the shower, put on pajamas, and smoked a joint to wind down. You were thrilled to look and feel like yourselves again. "I'm gonna go pop a pizza in the oven. Put something good on, I need to cleanse my poor ears of the top 40 garbage they were subjected to tonight."

"Yes, dear," you deadpan, hanging up your dress as he exits the room.

"Music!" he whines from the hallway.

"FINE!" you yell back. You pop in the first mix tape you find and turn up the volume. You force Eddie's suit on a hanger, put the formal-wear in the hall closet, and join him in the kitchen.

He's sitting on the counter, watching the clock and drinking directly out of a nearly empty two-liter pop bottle.

"You really know how to treat a girl," you smirk.

He burps in response.

You feel like you should roll your eyes or pretend to be annoyed, but you're so in love with this fucker, you find every dumb thing he does to be charming. You lean on the counter next to him, and he hands you the bottle. You take a swig, then pretend it's a microphone.

"I'm here with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin, who has just been to his first and last school dance! Tell us, Eddie, how was the Hawkins High prom?" you ask, placing the open bottle by his mouth.

"Sucked dick, thanks for asking!"

"It did not suck dick!" you protest, slamming the bottle on the counter with a slosh.

"It sucked some pretty major dick," he argues.

"You got to spend time with the woman you love! In a formal setting! She wore a damn dress for you!"

"I like her better in pajamas."

"Only because I'm not wearing a bra," you scoff.

"Well… I mean, yeah," he says, hopping off the counter and taking your hands in his. "Don't get me wrong, the dress was great. Have deposited the cleavage situation in the spank bank, so thanks for that. But this is just… better. 'Cause this is us."

When you're right, you're right.

The opening chords of Black Sabbath's "Heaven and Hell" play through Eddie's bedroom speakers, and a wave of appreciation for where you are and who you're with washes over you.

"No bowtie-wearing jocks or frilly little bitches staring at us," you smile, sliding your hands to his shoulders and pulling him close.

"No restrictive clothing," he smirks, letting his eyes linger on your chest as he settles his hands on your waist.

"Eyes are up here, Munson," you remind him as you begin to sway subtly.

He looks up and grins. "Those are pretty okay, too, I guess."

You smack him in the chest, and he laughs.. and then his face falls.

"You tricked me," he accuses.

"How did I trick you?"

"This is our second dance!"

"Yes, but its to our music, so it's counteracting the pop-adjacent one at the actual dance."

"Ugh, fine," he pretends to cave with a roll of his eyes.

You keep dancing until the song starts to pick up, and Eddie looks at you with his eyes full of mischief. He starts moving just a little faster from side to side, swaying with the music as it builds. Before you know it, those spastic moves you tried to coax out of him at prom were coming out in his kitchen. You would have been perfectly satisfied to just watch him dance like a dweeb, but he grabs both of your hands and forces you to join him. You do so happily.

You dance, you spin, and you laugh together in the Munson's kitchen to a mixtape of Eddie's own making. It's the most fun you've had in weeks. Why did you spend so long stressing over prom? Prom was nothing. Prom was a bunch of rich kids in tacky, overpriced clothes that you'd be laughing at in twenty years. This is real. This is what you should be living for.

When the song begins to wind down, you and Eddie are nearly out of breath from all the head-banging and jumping around. The slow dancing resumes without complaint.

"I think this is the Heaven part," you observe.

"Huh?"

"Heaven and Hell," you say, looking up into his beautiful red face. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead. His zit has lessened in intensity after a post-shower application of peroxide. His eyes are big and round and curious. This boy is perfect, and he's all yours. "Prom was Hell. Other people are Hell. This, right here? Me and you? This is the Heaven part."

Eddie's eyes crinkle as he smiles. He pulls you in close and crushes you in a hug. You squeeze him back and breathe in the calming, familiar scent of him. You love this boy more than anything.

"I love you," you mumble into his shoulder.

"I love you too," he responds. "Even if you did make me go to prom."

"This was your idea, fool," you laugh, giving him a backwards shove.

"Not how I remember it," he grins. He laces his fingers and holds them under his chin, bats his eyelashes, and continues in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like you: "'Oh Eddie my love, please, won't you take me to prom? It would be the highlight of my life!' Pretty sure you begged. Groveled, even."

"You are insufferable," you laugh, pushing him away from you.

"You're the one who made me go to prom!"

"You know, Munson, according to the pamphlets that everyone's been throwing at me all week, most teenagers have sex on prom night. But I think you're gonna have to get your ass kicked instead. C'mere."

"No!" he yelps, backing into a corner. "Please! I have children!"

"We don't have to share our pizza with them, do we?" you laugh, too lazy to engage in a play-fight with him.

"Pfft. No." He relaxes. "I wouldn't even share with you if I didn't have to."

Your jaw drops.

"I'm kidding!" he insists, coming forward to envelop you in a hug. You go rigid and refuse to hug him back. "I'm kidding. You know I'd save my last Fudge Round for you."

"Oh, really?" you smile, looking up at him.

"Eh… Nutty Buddy, maybe?" He screws up his face in concentration. "Nah. Oatmeal Creme Pie?"

"You are unbelievable," you scoff with a shake of your head.

"You love me anyway."

"Yeah, I guess," you sigh in defeat. "But please don't tell Chief Hopper. It would break his heart."

"Oh my God," Eddie groans, pushing you away and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

You cackle, and the oven timer dings.

This is definitely Heaven, but you've still gotta give him a little Hell.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

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dollpuppets · 3 days

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I like little people ideas! I been wanted Frank and Eddie to be a borrowers!

Eddie is a scavenger like his mother but he lost her when he was younger and can't remember her face. He already married to Frank who was a borrower live in the feild with his family! Eddie and Frank now lived together inside if humans house walls. But in my story they have to move to their new human home! This set in probably 1910s or 1920s based on the original book! I Given them items tools they can use and the outfits made with human materials that Eddie sewing.

They are both so cute! I want to hold the two husbands! <3

#welcome home #partycoffin #frank frankly #eddie dear #welcome home au #eddie x frank #welcome home puppet show #frank x eddie

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On the Edge- Chapter 5: Tease

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: You can't give in to Loki so easily, so you decide to put up a fight...just a little.

Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, Dom!Loki

You stared at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator and tried to calm yourself down and assess the situation. You were the horniest you’d ever been in your life, and Loki wants you, but has cursed you to prevent you from orgasming.

You felt the anger rise again as you pressed the button to your floor. You weren’t going to give in to him, no matter how much you wanted it. Not yet, at least.

But whatever your next move was in this game, you needed time. Patience. How are you going to make any decisions now, your brain swirling with anger and desire?

As you angrily barged into your living quarters, you decided that in order to prevent making any bad decisions, you needed to get away. Away from the team, away from the tower, away from Loki.

You threw a bunch of things into an overnight bag and booked a cute boutique hotel in the Village on your phone. Walking defiantly out of the entrance to the tower, you felt resigned strength in your stubbornness.

You’re going to make him beg.

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Day 25

Loki’s face, that arrogant smile that you loved and hated, was in your mind as soon as you woke up. You blinked a couple of times, remembering that you were in a hotel room you hastily booked to get away from the chaos that Loki had started.

You checked your phone, but no texts from him. Of course he thinks you’re going to come crawling back to him and beg him to fuck you. But he wants you just as much as you do, so you have leverage here.

You’ll avoid him and fight him as long as you can, and then the two of you are going to fuck like crazy. You feel the wetness between your thighs at the idea of finally being released- but how much longer could you hold out? A day? A week?

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You knew as soon as you entered the tower, Loki would be all over you. And of course you were right- as the elevator opened on your floor, there he was. Loki stood there casually, in a tight black henley and black slacks. His outfit was tailored perfectly as always, accenting his V shape and tightened around his strong biceps. His chest looked even better today, the fabric outlining his pecs. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to leap at him and beg him to take you right there in the hall.

“Are you still angry with me?,” he asked casually as you walked out of the elevator. Your eyes narrowed at him as he looked down at you with a devilish grin and hands confidently in his pockets.

You paused and smiled, feeling your confidence combine with the heady feeling of lust. You just need to tease him a little. Show him what he’s done to you. Show him how frustrated he’s made you.

“On no Loki, quite the opposite. I've realized I have to give in. I want nothing more in this world than one night with you,” you cooed back at him.

You sauntered up to Loki as you dropped your bag, your hands reaching out to his strong shoulders, gently pushing him up to the wall. A low chuckle rumbled through Loki’s throat as he firmly wrapped his arm around your waist.

You leaned in, kissing him gently, and you felt the heat in your body rise. Concentrate, don’t mess this up. Loki pushed his tongue into your mouth while his hands pulled your backside, pulling your hips against his. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, already needy for your touch. A soft caress of your palm on his crotch made his hips buck against you while he softly grunted.

Carefully, you unzipped his pants, reaching in for what you so desperately wanted. Loki moaned into your mouth and you pushed yourself against him harder while the urgency of your kisses increased. You felt the soft skin of his large, warm cock, and relief spread over you. He felt so good in your hand.

While you slowly pumped his shaft, a low groan emitted from his chest as his hand splayed on your back to pull you tight against him. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, making your juices pool in your panties as you stroked him.

You broke the kiss, and Loki leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together in pleasure. He looked so beautiful, consumed by his desire as a pink flush crept on his cheeks and a satisfied smile spread across his perfect lips. Precum seeped onto your fingers, and you tried to not get lost in the intoxication of the moment. He’s so needy for you. And you are for him.

But that’s not what this is about. You need to make him beg for you.

You slowly dragged the tip of your nose against his neck, trying not to get derailed by the eroticism of his quiet panting. Gently sucking on his ear, you whined, causing him to forcefully thrust his hips forward with a grunt. You felt yourself clench in response, and decided you needed to stop before you finished him right here in the hallway.

“You think you’re the only one who can play games? You started this Laufeyson,” you whispered in a warning tone. You leaned back to shoot a daring look into Loki’s now open eyes, hazy from lust, that narrowed while he tried to figure out what was happening.

You brought a finger up to your lips, and slowly licked his pre cum with a satisfied sigh. It was delicious- sweet, salty, and so him- you could finish the job now, sucking the cum out of his desperate cock and you would be so happy. But you couldn’t let him know that. He watched silently, as he sucked in sharp breath at the sight of you licking his seed.

You held your head up high as you quickly removed your hand from his throbbing length. You turned around and picked up your bag while you walked away, acting your ass off trying to be casual and leaving the horny god leaning against the wall with his passion not sated.

You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve, turning to smile and wink at Loki, his face in shock and disbelief with his flushed cock poking out of his tight pants.

“Hey Steve, want to do lunch?,” you asked as loud as you could before you turned the corner.

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Day 26

Since yesterday afternoon’s hallway incident, you’d done a great job avoiding Loki. You had sequestered yourself in Wanda’s room, had a movie night, and crashed on her couch. She even put a silencing spell on her room in case Loki came knocking, so you wouldn’t be able to hear him.

It had been three days since he told you about his curse. And you knew that he had planned on fucking you as soon as you found out, that he had assumed you would immediately cave in. But instead, you fondled his cock in the hallway, and left him high and dry.

You’re sure he’s probably pissed at you now, and that thought made you smile. It felt great to give him a taste of his own medicine.

But you had realized in the last twenty four hours that you couldn’t last much longer without fucking Loki. You had three weeks of pent up frustration and edging. And when you had finally got a chance to make out with him and jerk him off, it had been the absolute hottest moments in your life. Your sex addled mind had made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, as your mind drifted to holding Loki’s achingly hard erection in your hand. It was so thick and heavy, desperate to be inside of you. Flashes of this memory and thoughts of every which way you wanted him to fuck you now consumed you, and the anticipation made your body thrum with desire.

“I said, did you hear me?,” Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts again as you brushed your hair.

“I…uh…,” you stammered, feeling guilty for not listening to Wanda. She smirked with her hands on her hips, and tossed you your bag.

“Just go and fuck him already, I’d like to have a full conversation with you at some point,” Wanda joked sarcastically while you gathered your things.

“I know! But I needed to tease him, just so he knows what it feels like,” you nodded confidently, throwing your bag over your shoulder.

“Ok, go get fucked,” she smiled, slightly annoyed, as she hastily escorted you to her door.

“Thanks for the “protection”,” you chirped as she rolled her eyes and closed the door behind you.

Now it was time to face the music. To tell him off, and try your damndest to make him apologize or beg or something. Anything that could show him that it was not okay to curse you like he did, even though a part of you found his incredibly dominating actions arousing.

You knew as soon as you emerged from your cocoon of Wanda’s protection, Loki would be on you.

You headed to the common room with the large windows that overlooked the city. It was your favorite room in the building, as it wasn’t used much even though the view was amazing. You assumed it being vacant had something to do with the lack of a kitchen and coffee machine. Or maybe it was the fact that it was across the hall from Loki’s room.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your phone, waiting for Loki to come to you. It only took two minutes. Had he set up some kind of spell to alert him when you’d be out of Wanda’s room?

“You are really trying my patience, pet,” Loki spoke in a dark tone as he entered the common room. He was in his training gear, forest green leather covering his body.

“Did you just come from training?,” you teased him, trying to hide the arousal in your voice. He always looked so good in his tight leathers. His hair was a little messy, wild, the black curls falling around his face. You could see by the flush on his cheeks that he had been intensely sparring. Maybe getting his anger out. You felt more warmth in your core, and you squirmed in your seat in anticipation.

“I do not appreciate being toyed with,” he admonished you as he surveyed the room, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps.

“Well now you know two can play at that game! I don’t want to see you Loki, I’m still mad,” your voice unconvincing as you looked back at your phone.

He stood above you and took your phone out of your hand, tossing it onto a chair across the room. The air was thick with electricity, erotic anticipation from both of you filling the room.

“You will look at me when I’m speaking with you,” he warned. You could see him closer now- his hair was a little wet with sweat, his jaw tensing. You had definitely gotten under his skin, and you felt a surge of confidence.

“Loki, I thought something was seriously wrong with me!,” you nearly yelled at him. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was your outrage or arousal.

His smile dropped, and for a moment he looked concerned. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“Well my intention was not to worry you that badly. For that, I am sorry,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out to pull you up off the couch.

“Yeah, well you have a lot to learn about human women if you thought that was okay,” you took his hand, letting him pull you close while you rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to be able to keep up this resistance up much longer. You could smell him now, and feel his breath on your face, the closeness making you feel lightheaded.

“How about I make it up to you”, Loki huskily replied, dropping all pretense as he gently caressed your cheek. This was him, guard down.

You took a deep breath and stepped back from him defiantly, crossing your arms, “Beg.”

Loki scoffed, “You are joking,” his eyes narrowed at you while a wry smile appeared.

“No I’m not. You did all of this thinking I’d come crawling to you, begging, but I think you should beg for me,” you tried to maintain your wilful stance, but your voice was shaky. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears, your blood pumping a mile a minute, the intensity of the interaction nearly overwhelming.

“Absolutely not. I have never had to beg, nor will I ever,” he closed the gap between the two of you with one long stride.

You felt your resolve shaking. His dominant side was what you really craved, what you really needed.

“I like a challenge, a forceful partner...but only in the beginning. And right now you will submit to me, my little Pet”, he sneered as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You suddenly felt Loki sweep your leg, throwing you off balance, and your back hit the floor with a soft thud.

Loki’s body was on top of yours before you knew what happened, his hand bracing your head in the fall. His mouth was on yours, forcefully kissing you, and you kissed him back with wild abandon. Tongues intertwined and teeth clicked as the two of you fiercely kissed each other in a fight over dominance, and your mind blanked as your passion took over your body.

Loki roughly groped at your body, your ass, your thighs, your breasts. He was feral and just as wound up as you, desperate to touch you, to feel your body against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he thrusted, making you both moan together in unison.

Your hands combed through his hair, feeling the soft, dampened curls entwine with your fingers. The smell of leather and Loki enveloped your senses. He was invading every part of you, and you loved it.

You heard a growl emanate from his chest as you felt cool air around your skin. You suddenly realized you were naked against his fully clothed body. His hard cock pushed up against your core, his tight leather pants being his only barrier to being inside you. Your hips bucked up into his, and you whined, your desperation finally bubbling over.

“You are so stubborn, and I’m going to fuck that out of you,” Loki snarled as his hand squeezed your breast, making you squeal.

“You want me, crave me, and need this cock as if it were to save your life! Don’t you?!,” he demanded as he bit into your neck possessively, intending to leave a mark. A gasp escaped your lips, as the exquisite pain melted with your pleasure. Your body felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that you were entirely naked.

All of your resistance was gone, all you wanted now was Loki.

“I do-,” you whined, not caring about how true it was anymore, as long as he gave you what you urgently craved.

“Say it! Tell me you need itI!,” Loki ordered roughly, his hands reaching to your aching cunt, playing with your folds and feeling the slick that coated you. You were already soaking and needy for him, weeks of desperation dripping from your cunt onto your thighs.

“I need your cock, Loki! PLEASE!,” you cried as he bit down on the soft skin below your ear and thrust his restrained member on your wet core while you writhed under him, your arousal coating his leather pants.

You heard Loki’s dark chuckle as his breath hit your ear and sent a chill down your spine. In a moment, you felt the world around you spinning as Loki flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. In one movement, he unzipped and fiercely thrust his cock inside you, pushing himself deep into you with all of his strength while he wantonly groaned. You choked out a breathy cry, the sharp pain and pleasure of his large cock filling you so roughly that you felt dizzy.

You propped yourself onto your hands, pushing back as hard as you could, savoring the feeling of him buried inside of you. His size stretched you in ways you had never been, the pressure of his cock stuffing you was almost too much.

Loki groaned as he began bucking into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his large hands gripping your hips in place while he fucked you harsh and fast. His leather clad hips slapped loudly against your ass, the sound echoing against the marble floors.

“Oh Pet, your cunt is perfect, just as I thought it would be…,” he said through loud pants. Your body shuddered at his praise, as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock.

You grabbed for anything to hold onto while he rutted into you like an animal, your fingers digging into the rug below you. Your body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core already. Loud moans and cries spilled out of your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you with abandon. Your body was flooded with electric heat as he conquered you like he had once nearly conquered the city.

Loki leaned over you, his hair grazing your back, and you could hear his heavy pants and grunts as he fucked you hard, taking his pleasure like he knew you wanted. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, which made you cry out while you felt yourself tighten around his thick cock.

“That’s for being a brat and fighting me! You knew you wouldn’t win!,” Loki spat as he continued to wildly thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. He was assaulting, ruthless, and you absolutely loved it. You were an absolute mess, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as he repeatedly slammed his hot length into you.

You felt strong hands wrap into your hair, pulling your head back as Loki continued to ride you. The stretch in your neck was painful yet deeply arousing as your sinful need mixed in your veins.

“You thought that driving me mad would mean I would be gentle on you?! You have to earn that, pet. You’ll be lucky if I let you come!,” his rough voice chastised you in between loud grunts while his large hand palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple.

You felt the tension inside as your orgasm built, there was no way he could prevent this. The pain on your scalp combined with his ruthlessness sent you over the edge, making you cry out as your world shattered in ecstasy. Your eyes tightly held shut, blinding white against black. You screamed as you came around him, your body thrashing under his weight as he rode you hard.

Loki deeply groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, his hips not slowing while his fingers dug further into the flesh of your hips. You felt tears welling in your eyes as his swollen cock relentlessly pounded into you, the overstimulation too much. You felt your elbows weakening as your body struggled to stay upright against Loki’s brutal pace.

“Loki… oh..too—,” you choked out, barely able to speak. He didn’t slow down, he continued rutting into you like an animal chasing his own release.

“What’s that, too much? I’ve only just begun, and you will thank me when I empty myself into your tight cunt,” he grunted into your ear while he tightened his grip in your hair.

You could feel the pressure building again as he slapped your ass again, groping it afterwards. You were a mess, unable to say anything other than strangled noises while your body jostled under his.

“That’s it, pet- you’ll take what I give you,” Loki demanded in between grunts and moans, while his large cock assaulted your inner walls.

You craned your neck to look at him, only to see his sinful face screwed into intense pleasure, his desperation apparent as his hair framed his face in messy curls around his closed eyes. He looked so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and you felt your cunt clench around him. The sight of Loki brutally fucking you as you had always wanted was almost too much. His hand moved to your swollen clit, gently massaging it.

“Say my name, Pet,” Loki growled, his eyes opening and glaring into yours with passion and ferocity as his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. The fire in your abdomen climaxed again as Loki’s cock forced you towards the precipice of ecstacy.

“Loki!!,” you raggedly screamed, your voice hoarse from crying out. Your eyes screwed shut as your body twitched from yet another intense orgasm. Your thighs trembled as you tried to keep yourself in position while Loki’s unrelenting tempo began to slow.

Curses in another language began spilling out of Loki as his pace faltered, his hands like iron vices on your hips and hair as his grip tightened while he desperately chased his climax.

With a guttural shout, Loki came, pushing himself as deep as he could as he spilled into you. He continued to slowly pump his cock, his cum flooding inside of you while he breathed heavily and roughly moved your head to kiss you messily.

The two of you moaned when you returned the kiss, trying to convey all of your appreciation as you drowned in your pleasure. Loki loosened his grip on your hair and hips as the two of you slowly came down from your high. He began caressing your back lightly with his fingers, pressing soft kisses down your spine, and you felt yourself whimpering quietly.

Your eyes slowly opened as you fell back to reality and he pulled himself out. With his guidance, you shakily sat down, and he pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around you. The soft blanket clung to your sweat soaked skin, and the intended comfort made you feel even warmer inside.

Loki sat on the floor next to you, your backs against the couch as he pulled you up close to him, planting a kiss on your head while his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, quietly catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow. As you sat there, breathless and sore, a hazy peacefulness settled over you.

You looked up at him, and felt a smile spread across your face. He was so painfully sexy as he pulled his hair back behind his ears while his leather clad chest heaved as he caught his breath. His sharp features were glistening with sweat and his eyes were glazed over, beautifully disheveled.

“That was…..,” you couldn’t find the words, still dazed from the high of your erotic coupling.

“Yes it was,” he finished your thought. Loki looked at you, his fiery gaze from earlier was now blissful and placid as he gently smiled at you.

“Now we need to give your body some recuperation time. But I’m not finished with you,” he gently squeezed your arm.

“Promise?,” you asked, hopeful that this was just the beginning.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and before you knew it, he had lifted you up as he stood, holding you bridal style like you weighed nothing. You yelped and he walked gracefully towards his room.

“Promise,” he winked at you as a wicked smile played at the corner of his lips.

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I’m not sure what on earth has happened to the literacy standards of the Potter fandom in the last 15 years, because I distinctly remember the universally horrified reactions to the Snape’s Worst Memory chapter when book 5 first came out. Teenage James and Sirius were written as borderline sociopathic in their capacity for cruelty, and everyone back then instantly understood what JKR meant to convey. Somewhere along the line the perception of that dynamic has mutated into a ‘equal rivalry’ or ‘James standing up to a racist’. She couldn’t have made it any clearer with Harry’s anger when Sirius and Remus are feebly justifying themselves. It’s not a coincidental that she chose to place this incident *after* the werewolf prank (there had been a lot of speculation before book 7 came out that it was the werewolf incident that made James get his act together…but no), described them as predator and prey, and put Draco’s words in James’s mouth. I’m baffled as to why so many people don’t get it now. If anything it reads even worse in 2024, because what James did is now classified as sexual assault in the UK.

Look, this girl is reading the books for the first time on TikTok and got that part and she was devastated at finding out about the bullying.

And the comments are full of "omg noooo read 'All The Young Dudes'.

The truth is, no one likes being challenged anymore. They can't reconcile the idea that James did bad things but was also a great friend so they write cowardly fanfiction that pretends that never happened. And they know the truth, it's why they all to try retroactively cancel out the bullying because of what they know happened in Snape's life 20 years later.

They know it's bad.

They just can't handle it. Because it makes them THINK and be forced to come up with their own conclusions rather than it be spoon fed.

Like my gawd, Harry thought of DUDLEY DURSELY. HIS FIRST BULLY! NOT DRACO! DUDLEY!

#harry potter #severus snape #pro snape #snapedom

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My opinion on the Percy Jackson tv show season 1!

So I watched season one of the Percy Jackson tv show as it was released and now here is time for a quick review!

Sorry I wanted to finish this drawing before, hope you like it! (To be honest i didn't draw the drawing on the shirts, I just used what was used on the Disney store, but I draw the rest.) You can see it on my Instagram too, without the review

SPOILER WARNING

I'll start my review of season one by talking about...

The characters

Well, first I wanna say I like how the three main characters are being portrayed here ! Percy is a very loving and kind character while Annabeth is a smart girl desperately looking for recognition from her mother. As for Grover, he's a kind and clumsy satyr who really likes Percy and it shows. Basically these three characters love and trust each other and it's incredibly obvious ! Even Annabeth and Percy, who start their relationship by not being that much trusting in each other. I really like how their quest improve their relationship !

What I love too is how the adults are shown, especially Sally and Poseidon. Sally, who was shown as a perfect mother in the book, became a woman who is doing her best to raise her son in the series and I find it so interesting ! The book is in Percy's point of view so it's obvious that he would see her that way, but the tv series isn't exclusively from his point of view so it can show her turning desperate because she don't know how to effectively protect her son. I can say I really like her scene with Poseidon too, that was so touching!

Just a word about Gabe, who is way less clearly abusive. A lot of people thought it was a problem, that he was too nice, but I thought it made him even more scary because if he's not physically violent against Sally, he's still clearly psychologically abusive. Though it seems like Sally is able to manage him a bit.

Just remember that abuse isn't always physical, that you can be abusive without hitting anyone.

The gods

I can say I like how the gods that appears in this first season are portrayed!

Dionysus is so manipulative and bitter, I love it! Even if we never say it in the series (from memory), it's obvious that he doesn't want to take care of the demigods, and I love it!

Ares is wonderfully portrayed as a being who has a real passion for the war ! For example, we see him having fun on Twitter and, later, Grover succeed to convince him to talk to him by talking about less-known wars. He also has that wonderful vibe of "don't mess with me or I'm going to beat you to death".

We don't see Hephaestus a lot but again you feel it's someone confident who is a very skilled blacksmith.

I love that as soon as we meet Hades he's very welcoming and behaving in a very "I don't care about what's happening with my brothers" way. He just want to protect the underworld and, again, it's obvious.

Zeus is incredibly intimidating which, again, I love so strongly ! I can understand why no one would stand to him.

Finally, Poseidon is a very loving dad who can't do much for his son but is trying when he can try. I also love how, at the end, he ends up standing to Zeus to protect Percy. Then the very awkward interaction he has with him because the didn't talk much, Poseidon was mostly absent, but he still love him.

The adaptation

Now, of course I'll talk about the adaptation. And I'll start this part by a very personal story: how I discovered Percy Jackson.

I started my discovery with the movies. Actually with the first one only, I didn't want to watch the second one because I didn't understand why it would have a sequel. I thought it was enjoyable, though very cliche, but far from the best movies. As I didn't know the original story I thought it must have been an adaptation of a very average book series who must have gotten a bit of success and has been adapted because Hollywood didn't have any idea anymore.

Then I finally read the books because a friend insisted it was good, and Internet was talking about how it was full of representations... And now I hate the movies ! Because I considered we could have gotten incredible movies out of the books ! But we didn't...

Honestly I'm not angry that the tv series made so many changes. Because it wasn't exactly my problem with the movies. My problem was it made changes that didn't make any sense, transformed the story into something very cliche and sexist, and wasn't respectful of the mythology when the book was.

I'll only give one example that angers me a lot: Grover's case.

In the book Grover is a very sweet, kind, brave and goofy character who love his friends and even more his girlfriend Juniper! He's very likeable, and a good protector for the demigods he's in charge of.

In the movie he's not likeable at all. He's a goofy character and likes Percy but he isn't sweet and only think about girls... Like you have a scene where he decides to stay with Persephone because she's hot... He clearly isn't sacrificing himself at all. Overall I don't think he's likeable, I thought he was kinda useless and annoying.

In the tv series... He's kinda goofy but not too much, and he's sweet, kind and brave. More than that, he's considerate and I actually like that he's clearly intelligent in this show because he lived longer than Percy and Annabeth. He's not entirely faithful to his book counterpart but the changes make sense and he's still very likeable and I want to hug him so hard !

For now, I'll conclude there. I'll probably rewatch it and make a new review later but I don't want to say I'll surely do it so I won't have pressure. That first season wasn't perfect but it was pretty enjoyable and I can't wait seeing what they're doing next. To be fair, The lightning thief wasn't the best book of the series so I understand it wasn't as fun as the last books.

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