#if you told me when I watched the first episode 'that jerk is the love of your life' I'd be like WHAT

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: “You don’t know me!” - 7x5

In 2x8, Buck told a woman, “You don’t even know me!” and according to the script for episode 5 in season 7, the title of it will be almost an exact match since it's "You don’t know me!” and it appears to be a callback to his comment.

Since it's possible some may not have watched 2x8 Buck Actually in a while, here’s a quick reminder of the conversation Buck had with Bobby.  They were discussing TK and how Buck hooked up with her in a bar restroom but Buck told him that since he had finally let go of AC, he thought she had changed him 🙄. Then he proceeded to say he had only been single for like a day and he was back to basically being Buck 1.0. When they entered the gas station, Buck kept talking to Bobby about how he was thinking about calling TK but he didn’t want her to think he was only after one thing.  While Hen was treating the woman robber victim, she overheard Buck talking and commented, “You are only after one thing.  Jerk!”.  Buck responded, “You don’t even know me!” and she replied, “You’re a man, I know enough!”

Why is this important?

It’s important because the theme of “You don’t know me” has been applied to Buck with regards to every hookup or so-called “relationship” he’s had with different women on the show.  Let’s be real for a minute because the truth is none of them AC, AM, TK, ND, Dr. Wells nor the two women he hooked up with in season 1 knew him either.  Also, the woman who made the comment was a random victim who overheard Buck talking for less than a minute and she thought she knew Buck just because he’s a man. It was implied that all men want to do is hookup and leave like he did with TK but Buck has been and continues to search for the love of his life. The conversation he had with her connects to the one he had with Eddie in 6x15 while they were standing in the cemetery.

Buck said, “I feel like I have to try and be the same old Buck… mostly for the sake of everyone else” and Eddie responded, “You don’t have to be anything for anybody”.

IMO, their comments were being made directly to the audience and they were for the people who, after six seasons still want to keep seeing Buck do the same thing over and over again (I know it’s hard to believe but trust and believe there are people in the GA and in the 9-1-1 fandom who want to keep Buck on the hamster wheel and I think it’s because they DON’T WANT HIM TO BE WITH EDDIE).  These are the viewers who would rather he keep randomly hooking up with people (it could be anybody and it doesn’t matter if it’s irrational, nonsensical, illogical, random or whatever/whomever just as long as they can see him hookup with another guy or another random love interest) instead of him finally accepting the love that him and Eddie effortlessly share with one another.  I’ve said this many times, Buck and Eddie are in love with each other, they’re soulmates (post linked here) and they share a once in a lifetime love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.  They have a deep, emotional and intimate connection that’s not superficial and it’s not based on a hookup.  They have an EPIC love story that deserves to be told without any more distractions or the addition of one-dimensional love interests.  It’s not platonic, it’s romantic and if they do go CANON, it will make for groundbreaking television.

Back to our regularly scheduled program…

After the title for 7x5 was released a few weeks ago, I completed a post about how Connor really doesn’t know Buck the way he said he does in 6x4 (linked here) and I stand by everything I included in it.  However, this post is in addition to that one and it includes the details about how all the women Buck dated didn’t know him either.

In 1x1, the first woman Buck was shown hooking up with in the firetruck told him to his face that she didn’t want to get to know him.  He asked her for her number and she replied, “You’re cute and you’re very good at whatever it is we just did but let’s not ruin it by getting to know each other.” She didn't want to get to know him and the look on his face showed he wanted more but she didn't so he moved on to the next one.

Dr. Wells was the LAFD’s trauma therapist and SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND Buck on Facebook before he ever entered her office.  She knew the day would come when he would need therapy and when he asked her if she sent him a friend request, she told him he should delete it but then they ended up having sex.  It was played off like a joke but that’s not what it was because she was in a position of power and as a licensed therapist, she should have been charged because it’s against the law for that to happen. IMO, since Buck didn't know any better, as his captain, Bobby should have reported her. She wasn't mentioned again until 3x9 when Buck, Bobby, Chimney and Eddie were sitting in the loft at the firehouse and all Bobby said was "She's no longer with the department". That wasn't enough and she took advantage of him. Trust and believe the situation would have ended differently if the roles had been reversed.

AC wasn’t any different because after Buck stood by her and helped her after her mom died, he was being catfished by a man and several women were after him because of that guy's lies. After a woman threw a drink in his face, he said to her, “You know me right? Come on” and she replied, “I don’t even know who I am right now. But I definitely don’t feel like I know who you are right now.” She ended up ghosting him and abandoning him while he waited for her for months.

When she returned two years later, she didn't even apologize to him.

AM didn’t know Buck either and don’t get sidetracked by the fact that she called him Evan sometimes.  It was proven she didn’t know who he is when she said, “I know it’s who you are” after he said, “You want me to quit my job”.  Well, being a firefighter is NOT who Buck is, it’s what he does but she clearly saw him as a hot firefighter just like AC did and was looking for a good time. Please remember she didn't have a problem leaving him because of it.

TK didn’t know Buck at all and for everyone who thinks just because they were having sex and living together, that doesn’t mean anything because after meeting four years earlier, TK still had no idea who Buck was before it was over and she didn’t care.  If she had known him then she wouldn’t have betrayed his trust.  Also, he did cheat on her which made the situation worse but neither of them wanted to admit they weren’t supposed to be together and they clung instead of just ending it.  When he got ready to break up with her, she didn't try to see his side of it, she just stuck to her immoral ideals and wanted him to be ok with her running with the Jonah story.  Instead of saying, “I understand and I apologize” she said, “You knew who I was when we started dating” and he replied, “I guess I thought I could learn to live with it”.  She made it all about her the same way Buck makes everything about himself. They were two self-centered people with tragic childhoods in a trainwreck relationship and it shouldn’t have ever happened. It's still interesting that Buck ended up in a relationship with her after everything she did to Bobby and the 118 four years earlier (related post linked here and here).

ND fangirled over Buck and was so enthralled by his death but when she found out he had a full life, she did judge him.  He said, “I know this is something that’s easy to judge” but even though she said that him being a sperm donor was a kind gesture or whatever, she left because she couldn't handle his full life. Granted she was a death doula but her actions weren't professional and it would have been better if she would have helped him deal with his death. Her return should have ended with Buck saying "No thanks" and sending her on her way but of course he was shoved into another lackluster one dimensional relationship. Also, them telling each other, “I like you” was very high school like🙄.

Please understand, I don't like TK but in 4x8 she said, "You just can't stand the idea of someone not liking you" and she was right. Buck works hard to make people like him and it's very reminiscent of the way he's been trying to get his parents to love him anyway. He needs therapy.

It seems like he's still doing it and the words Bobby spoke in 6x11 during his coma dream had no effect since he still cares about how people see him. He hasn't learned anything yet but hopefully he will in season 7.

Eddie Diaz is the ONLY person on the show who KNOWS and SEES Buck and the video above includes several snippets from different episodes to prove it.

Eddie knows him at his core. He knows when to call him on his BS, he recognizes when Buck makes things about himself and he knows when he's trying to fix things instead of understanding it's not always his job to fix them.

Maddie is Buck's sister but she still sees Evan (post linked here) her little brother but Eddie knows Buck and after they become a CANON couple, he’ll know Buck even more. 

While I’m not sure who’s going to say, “You don’t know me” in 7x5 or if it will be said at all, I do believe Buck might say it again and if he does, it will be a callback to 2x8. Also, 6x15 could be included in it since Buck might not be trying to be the "same old Buck" anymore and hopefully it will be enough for the naysayers to understand he's not the same person. IMO, I still think it’s something he will say to Connor especially since the sperm donor arc is supposed to return and OS said in an interview it won’t be revisited before the first 5 episodes.  Hopefully, Buck will finally realize the people he thought knew him really don’t including Connor.

Is it possible Eddie could say it to M, maybe but I don’t know because IMO that doesn’t sound like something he would say to anyone.  But he is all therapized now and he’s supposed to be joking or whatever this season so who knows.

The point of this post is to illustrate how Buck said, “You don’t even know me” in 2x8 and apparently, it’s going to be a callback in 7x5 but the question is, if he does say it, who’s he going to say it to? 👀 

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 spoilers #911 speculation #anti taylor kelly #anti natalia dollenmeyer #anti bucktalia #anti dr. wells #anti bucktaylor #anti buckabby #anti buckali

[bengiyo]

Love is Better the Second Time Around Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Shiraishi didn't tell Iwanaga about a deadline to put Miyata in a rough position. Miyata went to see Iwanaga at a hot spring and get him to finish the article. As expected, there was no way for Miyata to leave afterwards and so they shared a hotel room. Miyata felt the tension of their situation and they had their first time. Later, when pushed by Iwanaga, Miyata refused to date him because he feels like he's letting his younger self down by losing to Iwanaga on the professional, romantic, and sexual fronts. Also, he told Shiraishi to stop being so insufferable.

Hold on, I'm interested in the senior's affair and how that's going to inform Miyata's choices.

That's right, Miyata! Don't let that mean twink get away with it twice!!

Oh shit Iwanaga's sick! It's time for the tropes!!

Fuck yes!! I was hoping Shiraishi would open the door!! I love how their interactions have become bitchier in each episode.

I like Miyata's attempt to hold the high ground.

Good news, gays! Iwanaga has at least a 75" TV.

Sweetie, you are not in good shape if you're jerking off to him in the shower.

I'm relieved that Miyata's project was a success.

Oh no. He's drunk and now he's calling him senpai.

He may be drunk, but he held his line. I'm impressed and relieved.

I'm going to be thinking about this exchange after their dinner for a long time.

"It pisses me off." Y'all can just go ahead and bury me.

Another goddamn ex!!

I know I'm going to end up watching this show multiple times in the future, because I'm going to need to marinate for a few hours in the way Miyata was eye-fucking that man all episode while telling him to stand back. I liked Miyata saying essentially that he wants Iwanaga to love him more than he loves him.

#Ben watches #love is better the second time around #koi wo suru nara nidome ga joto #japanese bl #bl series

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

in celebration of the finale: my top 5 moments from each only friends character so far

*top moments here means moments that had me screaming at my laptop like the leo meme*

5. "i don't have to be his number 1 but he must not hate me"

this was a banger line. im not gonna super analyze it here but what a fucking sentiment to hold. especially revisiting this after episode 9 where he wants to be with boston but is hesitant to be his boyfriend (he doesnt have to love me but he cant hate me)

4. kiss him!

nick in this episode was so funny. like i was caught between the way he grabs bostons arms to lead him up the stairs and this but the way the actors voice cracks, i think about it everyday. nick being the number 1 sandrayist is so important to me actually.

3. every scene he has in this bar

like we have "then ill call you daddy". we have the "i love you for who you are". we have the picking up atom. we have the lecturing atom. (also we apparently are gettting a boeing incounter?!?!??!). just peak nick moments happening in this location

2. "im nasty too"

yes you fucking are you freak baby. i remember after the episode aired a lot of people were like "awww he thinks hes a bad boy" and i get that sentiment but also he is the wildest character imo. like he had just wiretapped bostons car, and right before that he excitedly told ton about the surveillance gear in his possession. he listened to topboston fucking in real time and watched. he'd just invited top into his home, met him face to face for the first time, and apparently catologued his look to stea.l he listens to the fucking recording in bed with his lil headphones on, also he plays it out loud to his roommate. we're introduced to this character who is a little nerdy but also goes through his clients phones and jerks off to their photots? hes in love with an asshole and likes that hes an asshole. he plots revenge on atom on behalf of boston and is central in the plan like, he is even nastier than boston but is so cute about it everyone forgets until it fucks them over. 10/10 character moment

1. wiretapping bostons car

do i condone this behaviour? hard no but this list isn't about morals. like i would be lying if i said it didn't have me screaming cause ?!?!?!? like if my freak baby couldn't get anymore freaky he at least could get more criminal I GUESS???? also ive chosen specifically him standing sadly in the rain because its like "oh poor guy had his heart broken :( look at this sad man with his satchel :(" until i realized (and this isn't said but i think its implied) hes listening to them fucking as well as watching?!?!!? i say this cause you only see those headphones come out when hes gaming or listening to that fucking audio recording. also keeping it in his phone as "that car" hilarious. also him playing it out loud for sand!?!?!?!?! crying. unreal moment i couldn't believe what was happening

#only friends the series #only friends nick #bostonnick

[miseries-mistress]

LOVE IN ITS MOST INTIMATE FORM | TECH

GIF by kamino-coruscant

Synopsis: you attempt to deal with Tech's injury while battling your own regret. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 EP 2, injury, self-doubt, fluff, i think that's it. W/C: 1475

Notes: sorry this isn't the best, i am sick…again, and i feel like shit so forgive me. I will try to put something longer and better out soon, i just had to write something for these episodes. this was supposed to be out yesterday but i am having an issue with this post appearing in them after three separate occasions of reposting. it's annoying but oh well

star wars masterlist

You saw it coming. You fucking saw the crate slide downwards, you saw it, yet you couldn't move fast enough, you couldn't scream loud enough, you couldn't do enough as it collided with Tech's leg, sending his torso jerking back at an uncomfortable angle. 

Tech grunts in pain as the rest of you slam into the floor, the harsh metal biting viciously into your spine. It took a moment for the black splotches dancing across your vision to fade and for your ears to stop their incessant ringing. But when they did, Omega's voice was the first thing you heard. You scramble to your feet, helping Echo remove the crate from Tech's leg. Your hands shake all the while before breathing a sigh of relief when you finally get him out. Tech must have noticed your anxiety because he's quick to reassure you that he's merely fractured his femur. Although he does admit he's not okay, you're positive he's concealing the extent of the injury. 

"I will be just fine," he told you, but it's nearly impossible for you to believe him because every step he takes is with a painful limp; even with Echo supporting his weight, he constantly bites his lip to contain how much pain he's enduring for the sake of the anxiety building in your chest.

You would admire his endurance and resolve if it wasn't for such a foolhardy cause. 

Having emerged from the crash site and under the cover of whispering foliage, you let yourself catch your breath. Unfortunately, it was short-lived as Omega spotted movement not too far off.

"We're being followed."

The sentence, so simple and raw, sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, adrenaline roaring as your hands flew to your concealed blaster. The bushes to your left rustled with activity, and in an instant, yours and Echo's blasters were on the man, Omega's crossbow drawn back. 

"Don't move."

The man revealed himself as Romar and, upon further questioning and under the scrutiny of Echo's blaster, led you to his dwelling. The exterior was covered in faux grass, and the house's paint imitated the color of dirt to blend in with its surroundings. The interior, however, was much smaller than you imagined. The place was cluttered with crates of various sizes and shapes, with a workbench lined against the wall. In addition, a hole in the floor revealed a basement, more room for whatever Romar was housing. 

Tech collapses on a stool once you reach the threshold, placing his arm against the splintering wood of the workbench to relieve some of the pressure. You watch as he purses his lips, and a noise of discomfort muffled by his closed mouth does not evade your ears, much to his dismay. 

Your sole focus on Tech soon fades as an argument brews between Echo and Omega about whether or not to return to the chest, with Echo ultimately having the final word and sending her to watch over the man. She was frustrated, for reasons you did not entirely understand, which was evident by how she bitterly stalked away from Echo, her shoulders hunched in dismay, but ultimately he was right. It was too dangerous to return to the crate, and Tech's injury would make evading the empire even more arduous. 

A couple moments later, Echo escapes outside to alleviate some of the building tension, leaving the two of you alone. 

"Here, let me take a look at it," you offer him, taking a seat on a vacant stool next to him, but he gazes at you with something unfamiliar in his irises, hidden behind the thick goggles framing his sharp features. He pushes his goggles further onto the bridge of his nose, his honey-amber irises staring fixedly at you.

"I am quite alright, my dear. It is nothing I cannot manage," Tech dismisses aloofly, his hand waving to further put the matter aside.  

"I'll believe it when I see it," you defiantly cross your arms over your chest. Tech merely shakes his head at your persistence and tries to extend his thigh to you, but not before he doubles over, gasping at what you can imagine is excruciating pain. Tech grits his teeth as you elevate his leg on your lap. 

Silence settles thickly over the room, bursting with unspoken words and remorse like a heavy gas, engulfing the room in an instant with its toxic fumes. You can hear every raggedy inhale and exhale as he tries to regain his bearings, his hand clutching the table so hard you're afraid he's going to break it. His other hand grips his leg, the fabric balling beneath his fingertips. 

You gently place your hand over his, and he looks down at the simple point of contact, almost unsure of what to do next, while your expression morphs into something of concern. "Why didn't you tell me how bad it was sooner?"

"It was nothing to worry about. We had more pressing matters to attend to," Tech tries to reassure you, disregarding the matter once more, so instead, you squeeze his hand to gain his attention.  

"Tech, your health and wellbeing are important and take precedence-"

"-Our safety takes precedence, not a mere fracture. I have dealt with worse before, I assure you," he states bluntly. 

"But you shouldn't have to, Tech. If I reacted quicker, we wouldn't be in the kriffing situation." You remove your hand from Tech's in your frustration but his darts out to take yours once more. His thumb tenderly runs down the joints and knuckles in your hand in an effort to quell your self-doubt. 

"If you had reacted quicker, you would have taken the injury for me, correct?" Your eyes unglue from his, embarrassed by his ability to predict your train of thought so ably. But, unbeknownst to you, his eyes soften as they search the floor for the right words to convey his uncharacteristically disorganized train of thought. Tech wasn't accustomed to expressing his emotions in the common tongue or, really, in any way. Amidst the horrors of war, learning how to properly articulate feelings was never a concern. That was until you joined, and he had to learn to navigate the realm of his unseen emotions. Little by little, the words started to come more naturally to him, but reassurance…it wasn't a skill he'd mastered quite yet. 

"It is neither your nor my fault. Situations like these can occur without our involvement. It was out of our control, mesh'la. You must accept that and move on."

You take a moment to let the full validity of his words sink in. The cord of tension wound tightly in your muscles begins to unwind as your rigid posture relaxes. His words carry a hint of softness hidden under his matter-of-fact manner. It proves new meaning to what would be considered stiff advice to conveying that which cannot be put into words, a care, a worry, a feeling destined to be expressed by actions, not flowery language. His hand continues its path over yours. 

"I know you're right…but I just wish I could do more."

"Of course I'm right," he pauses for a moment at your chuckle, "but there is nothing more you can do without sufficient medical supplies."

You frown at Tech's response before calling out to the man tinkering about in the basement. "Romar?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec, kid." Romar emerges from the room and moves around a couple of boxes until he finds what you asked for. He tosses it to you, and you catch it with ease, sending him a grateful smile. He nods in return before descending the stairs once more. 

You set the kit on the table and begin working, your hands ghosting over his thigh as you use what's available to splint his leg. Tech is quiet most of the time. The occasional hiss or grunt is the only indication that he feels anything at all. You work in silence, and your thoughts can't help but wander off. You know that soon, you would have to depart from the house to reconvene with the other Batchers and return to Cid. And even though your lives and the conflict that followed it were fated to continue, you can't help but relish in the serenity of the in-between you're granted before all hell breaks loose.

#tech x reader #tech x you #tech x y/n #tech the bad batch #tech bad batch #tech tbb #tbb tech #the bad batch tech #the bad batch series #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch s2 #the bad batch season 2 #tbb season 2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s2 #tbb season 2 #the bad batch #tbb

[spoofymcgee]

i just finished watching the power of three and. i didn't like it.

don't get me wrong, it has plenty of delightful moments. it showcases beautifully just how impatient 11 is, just how unwilling to stop moving and running. it's strange how he still feels so fresh and new half a season from the end of his run.

kate is, obviously, incredible and i would die for her, and the sweet little moments between her and the doctor, the doctor and rory, the kitchen scene with rory and amy, all of those were lovely.

but this episode feels like it's designed to hurt you, to set up the devastation of the next one. i haven't seen it yet, but i know what happens and.

i don't mind that it's there to make the next episode hurt. i don't even mind how unsubtle it is about that–this doctor's run i think has a very serious problem of talking so much about the themes and how cool it is rather than showing them, but that's another post, and i can set that aside.

what i do mind is that. there's no point. it's a big, flashy, dramatic, horrible sendoff for the ponds, when approximately three seconds ago they were ready to retire from travelling, to be normal. and then, totally against everything they'd been doing and saying, they went back. for really no apparent reason other than they suddenly want to when there's no setup for that.

and i think it's for two reasons.

the first one is that this whole run has no fucking clue what self-restraint and consent and respect for other people's boundaries are. you can see that in so many places–from the beginning, how the doctor doesn't give amy a chance to change out of her nightgown, the way she kisses him and keeps doing it even though he's trying to get away, the way they have her choose and commit to rory and then turn around and make rory weirdly possessive towards her, as if without him stopping her she would go and do who knows what with the doctor (who. isn't interested? stranger in a strange land much?) the weird bit where the doctor keeps asking rory if he can hug amy, and not asking amy. right up until the end–amy's chosen rory so many times now, and she has to prove herself again and never stop proving that she'll choose him over the doctor, despite that they're married, despite that she picked him. the story won't stop punishing her for being interested in someone other than him at the beginning.

and that's just off the top of my head. this whole run has basically no clue what consent is, and is operating on a very outdated understanding of boundaries.

so what follows is that the ponds can't choose to walk away. the doctor will keep running towards them, they can't choose to leave because we think the doctor doesn't have the ability to respect that boundary, so they have to want to stay, because otherwise. well, he wants them to stay. needs them to stay. he can't let them move on. but the doctor is the good guy, so we can't go there. so the ponds have to be put permanently out of his reach, because we don't know what self-restraint and respect for others is.

which is just fucking uncomfortable.

the second reason is why i think the power of three is mean.

and that's because it's for the shock value. it's for the flash, it's because we can't let people have a happy ending, a quiet exit in this show. they need to go out with a bang, they need to be ripped away from the doctor, it needs to be dramatic and tear-jerking and what does it matter if this is telling a sound, good story so long as we can keep it loud enough to keep people's attention?

because the story being told here is that traveling with the doctor is an addiction. you either kick it or it eats up your whole life and then itself and you're left with nothing. travelling with the doctor is something that chews you up and spits you out and kills you and steals you out of your life and won't let you go back. only the doctor needs someone with him, doesn't he? isn't that what we've talked about so much? what happens to the doctor, to the universe, when the doctor goes alone?

so that leaves us with an endless parade of people marching to their doom to protect the universe from the doctor and who he becomes without them. which is a story that fits, technically. the minotaur in the maze, snapping up innocent people and emptying them out and filling them with prayer and waiting for it to all end. the doctor in his box, sweeping people out of their lives and filling them with adventure and wonder and sacrificing them to stop himself from going mad.

and i hate that story. i hate it so much. i hate it if it's on purpose and i hate it more if it's by accident, if they stumbled into that by having a flashy no-substance exit for amy and rory.

it's every take i hate on the doctor, it's the antithesis to the first message amy's arc had to say: the doctor is ancient and the doctor is alone and the doctor is kind. the doctor doesn't let other people keep hurting when he can stop it, even when it makes him not the doctor, even when it's the worst thing he's ever done.

just. i wish amy and rory had been allowed to be normal, like they wanted. i wish the doctor could have dropped in on them occasionally for dinner, or stayed away if he couldn't. i wish that they could have had a happy ending instead of a bittersweet one that leaves a sour taste in the back of my throat when i think about it for too long.

#eleventh doctor #amy pond #rory williams #doctor who #the power of three #the angels take manhattan #analysis #nuwho #it just makes me angry when people are lazy about what story they're telling #when they get so focused on the flash band they forget to pay attention to what their themes are doing #and you end up with this

[rip-quizilla]

Your Leather, My Lace ~ Part 4: My Pain, Your Thrill

*This fic was co-written by curlyfry23, whom you can find on AO3 here

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!Reader

Summary: The next band you show up to see calls themselves Corroded Coffin. Maybe Eddie will be there...

Word Count: 5.7k

Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Enemies to Lovers, Rival Bands, Tension While Singing, Leather, 80's Rock References, Song Lyrics, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Thinly Veiled Hex Girls Inspiration, Eddie Munson Lives, 1991, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Hate to Love, Oral Sex, Consensual Sex, Smut, Eddie Munson Has No Sense of Personal Space, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Catholic Guilt, brat!reader, Dom/sub Undertones, light degradation, Car Sex, The Lord of the Rings References

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You woke the next day in your hotel room, having rested better than you could remember in the recent weeks. Up until this week, every night had consisted of insomniatic episodes where you’d sleep for a few hours, wake for a few more, then catch maybe an hour or two of shuteye before the sun was up. Nerves tended to affect your sleep schedule more than you wished they would, and Battle of the Bands was the time of year that your nerves were through the roof.

Last night, however…

You had a newfound appreciation for the effect that a good sex life can have on a person’s stress levels.

Checking the time on your bedside clock- 9:45 AM- you decided to fix yourself a cup of coffee before calling Lana and Denise. You needed to coordinate a time for band practice since your first performance was tomorrow night, but you knew Lana liked to sleep as late as possible most mornings so you’d wait until 10 for that. As you measured out little granules of instant coffee into a mug you’d found in one of the kitchenette cabinets, your mind wandered back to last night, and the dark-haired devil you’d spent the evening with. 

Eddie had been uncharacteristically quiet when you parted ways last night. Before your “extracurriculars” in the back of his van, his mouth was running 60 mph, never slowing, always ready with a comeback or some quip that made you feel equal parts irritation and amusement. Afterwards, however, his only communication with you had dwindled down to short, terse responses. Head nods. Gentle forehead kisses. “Are you heading home after this?” Head nod. “Thank you for tonight, I had fun.” “Me too.” Forehead kiss. “Drive safe, okay?” Head nod. “You too.” “Good night.” “Night.”

As you watched your cup of tap water rotating in the microwave, your thoughts spiraled into a funnel of endless questions that went nowhere good- had he been putting on an act the whole time? Did he pretend to be actually interested in you just to get in your pants? Was his silence just a lack of interest now that he’d gotten what he wanted from you? What if-

The sudden beeping of the microwave interrupted your stream of consciousness, jerking you back into reality. No, you told yourself, removing the steaming cup and pouring it into the mug of dollar store instant coffee. Even if all he’d wanted was a one night stand, that’s all I wanted in the first place, right? If Eddie wanted nothing more than one night of messing around in the back of his van, all the better. No strings attached. Get it together, Pinocchio. 

You walked into the bathroom, staring yourself down as you took your first sip of the mediocre brew. Hair askew, oversized flannel (a stolen relic from one of your early boyfriends) reaching just high enough on your thighs to cover your panties- you came to the conclusion that any guy would be lucky to wake up next to you. You were hot as hell. Your skin looked  better after a good night’s sleep than any other time of the day, and you almost never went to bed with pants on- what’s not to love? 

You narrowed your eyes at your thighs, inhaling sharply when you realized that there were slight purplish bruises where Eddie had pressed his fingers into your skin hard enough to leave his mark. 

He wasn’t going to let you forget about him that easily, it seemed. 

You sighed heavily, ignoring the way your stomach seemed to tie itself into a knot when you thought about the way he’d gripped your thighs like he could find salvation itself between them. How his tongue had lapped at your pussy and savored your taste like fine wine. The way he’d made the most beautiful sounds when you tugged on those dark chocolate curls…

Stop! Jesus, you were pathetic. He wasn’t thinking about you this way right now. At most, you might cross his mind the next time he decides to have a wank. You’d become a figment of his sexual fantasies, fuel to help him reach his climax, that girl who reminded him of Galadriel and knew enough to quote her while she straddled him in the back of his van.

Shit. Now I’m imagining him jacking off to me. Great. Awesome. Good job forgetting about him, me. 

***

That evening, you once again found yourself at a venue downtown scoping out the competition. You’d been to this bar before- you remembered playing it last year, though it’d had a different name then. Name changes weren’t uncommon for the bars around here. Some were old as dirt, owned by the same grumpy old dude who’d opened the place in the ‘70’s, others changed management every five or so years. Either way, every halfway-decent place with a stage and a liquor license always cashed in on the tourism money brought in by Indie Battle each year. 

You’d arrived later in the evening, having spent the whole day practicing your set with the girls until your fingers were just about ready to fall off. You were confident that your song choices for your first performance were going to kill tomorrow night; more confident than you remembered being either of the past two years that Next Hex had competed. 

This was going to be the year- you could feel it in your bones. 

Since you’d arrived late, the first band playing was already halfway through their set. Predictably, the bar was full so you would have to stand while the bands were playing. You made sure to bend your ear to the way each instrument and voice sounded while you ordered your drink at the bar. Making mental notes about everything from the moments where the singing was flat to any imbalances between instruments, you found a steel column to lean against as you began sipping from your drink. You were 100% focused on the band in front of you.

Definitely NOT looking around in hopes that a familiar face might waltz up to you and strike up a conversation. 

Definitely NOT hoping that familiar face be accompanied by curly brown hair and a silver ring on each finger. 

Definitely NOT disappointed that said face was nowhere to be found.

Once the band onstage took their final bow, you were halfway through your drink and feeling thoroughly alone in the crowd… which was fine, since watching live music was totally not required to be a social activity. You could enjoy it on your own, just like you always had before this week. No banter or flirtations necessary.

You force yourself to take a calming breath while the band scurried offstage. Head in the game, dude, you reminded yourself, remember why you’re here. You’re not here to make friends, you’re here to win. You’re here to be a rockstar. You’re here to prove wrong every asshole who ever doubted how bad you fucking want this. 

Downing the rest of your drink with newfound resolve, you discarded your empty glass on a nearby table and pulled your moleskin out of your bag. You turned to a blank page, clicked your ballpoint pen, and prepared to jot down notes on the next band taking the stage. 

“Hello Indianapolis!”

Your heart leaped into your throat. That voice-

“It’s our first Battle of the Bands here, sooo… go easy on us. If we suck, at least wait until the third song to boo us off the stage.”

It can’t be.

“We’re Corroded Coffin, and we’re about to make sure you never forget that name.”

It was like time stood still, the whole bar frozen around you as you slowly looked up at the stage. You were hoping you were wrong, that the person that voice belonged to was a stranger whom you’d never seen nor spoken to, and this was all your imagination. 

But you should’ve known better. Your luck had never been good enough for that to be the case. 

Standing up on that stage, red Warlock guitar in hand, staring directly at you, was Eddie Munson. 

Everything was dead-silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as Eddie held your gaze with an emotion behind his eyes that you couldn’t place if you tried. He held your eye contact until his lips hit the microphone, and you heard him inhale before letting out at the top of his lungs-

“All abooooaaaaard!”

The opening notes of Crazy Train rang out into the bar, causing patrons to start nodding their heads to the familiar beat. You weren’t listening, though. You were going numb.

You were so stupid. So incredibly stupid.

You’d told him the first time you met that you were competing. He continued to pursue you regardless, even though you’d told him- you’d told him- that you were trying to avoid distractions. Every time you’d run into him had been a performance for Indie Battle- you hadn’t been observant enough to see that as anything other than a coincidence. You hadn’t ever asked him why he kept showing up at Battle gigs, hadn’t ever considered that he could’ve been there for the same reasons you were- to scope out the competition. And oh, he’d scoped it out alright. For pete’s sake, you’d even had a conversation where he admitted he played guitar, and you hadn’t thought to ask him if he was even in a band, much less competing with one!

You were fuming. He’d played you. He kept this information to himself on purpose, and now he was in your head. You’d let the competition- a potential rival- get into your head, and now here he was, belting out Ozzy lyrics while he stared you dead in the eye.

“I’ve watched all the dropouts who make their own rules,”

You were listening now. You’d be damned if you let this guy use you, lie to you, then have the audacity to actually be a competitor in this competition. So you channeled your rage into something that felt familiar.

You started a pro/con list. 

***

Okay. He did have the audacity.

Corroded Coffin was new to the competition, but these guys knew their sound. Your pro/con list was very pro-heavy, which was troublesome for you. 

Pros: impressive wide vocal range, original songs are full of catchy chord progressions, talented drummer, charisma onstage, logo would look good on a t-shirt, experienced stage presence.

Cons: Band doesn’t have a clear brand- outfits don’t match, look still belongs in a garage, lyrics in originals are good but basic.

The fact that they had original songs to show at all was something that already set them ahead of Next Hex- none of you wanted to be a cover band for the rest of your careers, but nothing you’d been able to write was good enough to compete with. Denise had written a few catchy songs, but her style was more poppy than what would fit the vibe that you had so carefully curated for Next Hex. Sure, you were open to covering some pop songs, but only after you’d gone in and totally re-arranged them to be undoubtedly metal. You were already one of the only all-female groups that was competing; if the three of you stood on that stage and started churning out nothing but spunky girl-group songs, they’d never see you as equals. You’d have lost the competition the moment you finalized your setlist.

So, until one of you wrote an original song that could hold its own among the Metal hits that inspired you, Next Hex was stuck doing covers. Granted, they were badass covers, but they were still borrowed material.

You were disappointed that this guy had not only managed to pull one over on you, but his band was also the most impressive one you’d seen by far since arriving. For their first year here, you could already tell they were going to be a fan favorite by the looks of this crowd.

Shit. 

You’d been doing a very good job of avoiding eye contact with Eddie for the past four songs, but now that they were a ways into the finale of the five-song set allotted to them, you chanced a look in his direction. You regretted it instantly.

His eyes had obviously been waiting for you to look at him. Those smoldering, dark brown eyes looked black in the red stage lights, framed by sweat-drenched curly rockstar hair. You hated how at home he looked on the stage- he was captivating, in his element as he growled sultry lyrics into the microphone. The way his eyes bore directly into yours, you felt certain he was singing to you specifically.

“I hear you calling and it's needles and pins,

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name-”

Your eyebrows shot up involuntarily; the lyrics were already pretty risque on their own, but coupled with the intensity with which he was staring you down… it gave you a jolt to say the least. When Eddie saw that reaction, he somehow found a way to make you even angrier than you’d already been-

He winked. 

That was it. You were finding him after this show. You were going to make him explain himself, and you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

***

You’d played this bar before, so you knew exactly which door to wait outside of after Corroded Coffin had finished their set. 

When the cold metal door slammed open, the first to exit was a curly haired guy hauling two guitar cases as he held the door open with one foot. When he saw you leaning leisurely against the brick wall, arms and ankles crossed and exuding nonchalance, he shot you a pained smile. 

He nodded to the door that threatened to close on him and the guitars. “Help me out and grab the door, would you?”

You stared at him, deadpan with a bored expression on your face. Once it became obvious that you weren’t moving a goddamn inch, the guy averted his eyes and squeezed through the door, leaving one guitar case on the ground to keep the door propped open. “Sheesh,” he muttered, “suit yourself, bitch.” 

You waited, watching as he opened the back of Eddie’s van parked on the curb and placed the one guitar case in the trunk. A moment passed before the door swung open once again, this time revealing a blur of wild dark hair that shone amber under the lamplight- it was like a knife to the gut how much you’d loved that same lamplight twenty-four hours ago. 

“Gareth, my baby is not a fucking doorstop, man-” 

Eddie’s tirade was cut short when he saw you waiting by the door. His eyes didn’t seem surprised to see you, but they did widen a bit when they landed on your face. Maybe it had something to do with the waves of pure, undiluted rage that were emulating off of you. 

Whatever seeing you like this made him think, he got over it quickly. Instantly, his normal bravado was back, smirk painted across his face and a leather-jacketed arm rising to lean over you against the wall. He cocked his head flirtatiously, and you were one misstep away from breaking his nose.

“Hey, Galadriel.”

SLAP.

You smacked him across the face without hesitation.

You saw the other guy- Gareth, apparently- stop in his tracks, eyes widening at your sudden outburst, before making a beeline for the door. You overheard his voice say to someone, “Do NOT go out there.” before the door clicked shut. 

Eddie’s hand cradled the sensitive skin of his cheek, narrowing his eyes at you incredulously. “What the fuck?!” 

“‘What the fuck’ me? I should be asking you that, what the fuck are you playing at, Munson?” You practically screamed at him. “You had every opportunity to tell me that you were competing against me in the Battle and you fucking lied to me!” 

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets, donning a bored expression to mask the pain while he glanced around at everything but you. “I never lied, princess, you just never asked.”

You huffed out a laugh. He was infuriating. “So how should I have worded our first conversation then, huh? ‘Hi, I’m here for Battle of the Bands! Are you here for Battle of the Bands? Wow, you are? Golly gee, ain’t that swell!’”

“Not my fault you never asked the right questions!” Eddie was smiling now, shaking his head at you and obviously furious that you had actually hit him. He’d had a feeling you’d be angry, but never thought you’d resort to fisticuffs. “What’s it matter, anyway? It was just a fling, right? You didn’t want more after that, did you? What about your blood pact with your Hex Sisters, or whatever the fuck- ‘no distractions,’ wasn’t it?”

Fuck this guy. 

“It’s Next Hex,” you growled, giving him a shove backward to give yourself room to take a step. He backed up, struggling to stand his ground when up against a force like yourself. “Remember our fucking band name, Munson, because it’s our songs you’ll be playing on a shitty old guitar twenty years from now when you’re a washed-up has-been who gives guitar lessons to little shit kids who want to be me when they grow up!”

Eddie was silent, stunned by your long- and thorough- tirade. After a moment, the corner of his mouth curled back up into its default position, and god, you wanted to smack him again.

“Did you practice that in the mirror this morning?” 

“Fuck you!” You marched past him, arms crossed defensively over your chest, which was burning with a rage that you knew wasn’t going away until you saw Eddie Munson booted from the competition, dejectedly loading his shit up in his van and driving back home, ruing the day he made an enemy out of you, and thinking Maybe I’ll try again next year. 

You were barely out of his eyesight before he called out, “Until tomorrow night, princess!”

You threw up a middle finger before turning the corner, officially out of his line of vision.

Oh, you’d see him tomorrow night alright. You wanted him to see you on that stage, putting all of your practice to the test and doing exactly what you came here to do.

You wanted him to see you in your prime tomorrow night, and you wanted it to scare him so shitless it sent him running for the hills. 

***

The following morning, Eddie awoke feeling the opposite of well-rested, and the first thing he wanted after his night of tossing, turning, and sporadic sleeping was a cigarette.

He rolled out of the scratchy motel sheets as quietly as he could, taking care not to make too much noise so he didn’t wake Gareth, currently drooling all over his pillow. Eddie tugged on a pair of jeans, strewn on the edge of his bed last night, along with his lighter and box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket before he slipped out the door onto the sidewalk out front. 

The pull-out couch had been empty, so as expected, Eddie was greeted by the sight of a pajamaed Jeff seated in a plastic patio chair, mass-market paperback in his hand. Eddie pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, settling into the other chair once he inhaled his first dose of nicotine for the day. 

The two remained comfortably silent sitting there, Eddie enjoying his smoke and Jeff reading his book. He loved this about their relationship- Eddie never felt the need to fill the silence with anything, because he knew Jeff was more than happy to simply occupy his time with a book. He never expected more of Eddie than his company, and that was one of the things Eddie liked most about-

“So who was that girl last night?”

Damn. Well, so much for comfortable silence.

Eddie sighed, blowing smoke out with a little more exasperation than one might hear in a normal exhale. He looked over at Jeff, expecting to see some sort of smirk, maybe smugness- the sort of shitty grin that guys gave each other when the topic of girls came up. But instead, Jeff was still engrossed in his book, as if he hadn’t asked the question at all.

Eying the bassist warily, Eddie conceded. “I’d been running into her at a couple of shows since we got here… we messed around in the back of my van.” 

A pause. Jeff kept his eyes on his paperback.

“And she slapped you in the face because…?”

Eddie hung his head in defeat. “Because she’s in one of the bands competing and I didn’t tell her I was too.” 

Jeff nodded, that final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Eddie waited for a reply- some sort of judgment, some reprimand for his mistake- but none came. 

Eddie rubbed his cheek, frustrated and still feeling the ghost of the sting from her slap and guilty enough that he still needed to explain himself. “It’s not like she asked me if I was competing, it didn’t come up!”

Jeff looked up at Eddie poignantly, eyebrows raised and lips stretched into a disapproving line. 

“Whatever, man.” Eddie said, taking a long drag from his cigarette and shaking his head as if his lingering guilt could be flung away if he shook hard enough. 

Jeff chuckled, laying his book face-down on his thigh to keep the place. “Don’t take it out on me,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised his eyebrows up at Eddie. “You’re the one who decided to take a shit where he eats.”

Eddie grimaced. “That phrase is fucking gross.”

“Well, it’s what you did, what did you think would happen?” Jeff shrugged, eyes back on his paperback.

Eddie was silent. The truth was, he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been feeling. He’d been making decisions with his dick ever since he saw the vampire-queen earlier in the week, and she’d been standing there looking the way she did and flirting the way she had and god… damn, he hadn’t been thinking at all, had he? 

And then to top it all off- it turned out she was witty. She had the same taste in music. She’d quoted Tolkein with her tits out. By all means, she was the kind of girl that he should have been asking out to dinner, not eating out in the back of his van.

Not that Eddie was complaining.

But he’d blown it big time, and for what reason? Eddie was a liar. And now he had no chance with her in Hell. 

He stared out at the busy street beyond the motel parking lot, vacant eyes cataloging his mistakes with all the others he had filed away over the course of his life, and took a long drag from his cigarette. After a moment, he flicked the smoldering stub to the sidewalk and put it out under the sole of his sneaker. 

“Enjoy your book, Jeff.” Eddie muttered, followed by the sound of the door closing as he returned to their stuffy motel room. 

Jeff looked at the closed door, smiling to himself. Eddie had always been dramatic, ever since middle school. It was one of his most dependable traits, made him a charismatic frontman in the band as well as an amazing Dungeon Master (though it had been a while since they’d played). Jeff knew the drama was masking the guilt that Eddie’s heart of gold was feeling for messing with that poor girl. Eddie wasn’t a player, never had been- he wasn’t the type to manipulate a lady without feeling remorse for it. 

Leaning back leisurely to resume his reading, Jeff wondered in the back of his mind what might happen the next time Eddie and the angry girl crossed paths. How would Eddie handle himself?

***

Eddie had no clue what to do with himself.

On the outside, he was sure he looked aloof, calm, suave, collected- an arm draped over the bar sticky with spilled shots and multi-purpose cleaner. But on the inside? He knew that any minute you would be walking out on that stage and the anticipation was killing him. 

Walking into this venue, he’d been wondering how he would feel when he saw you up there, and a part of him had wondered if he’d be nervous. What if your band sucked? What if you were better than him? 

Eddie shook his head, clearing that last thought from his brain. What was the matter with him? He hadn’t felt this way when he went to see any of the other bands. 

You never slept with the other bands, dickhead. He thought to himself. 

It took him a second, alongside half a glass of the cheapest beer on tap, but Eddie came to the conclusion that he was actually quite excited to see you perform. 

Your interests collided in so many ways that he could see from just a handful of conversations, but it was enough that he was eager to know what sort of music you would make. What would you sound like? It hadn’t occurred to Eddie that you might sing lead in your band like he did- what if you had a horrible voice? What if it was good? Was any one woman allowed to look like you and sound like an angel? She’d be a fucking siren, that wasn’t fair. What if-

Eddie’s train of thought was cut short when the lights dimmed to red onstage. He silenced his thoughts as his raging heartbeat took over, watching three figures walk onstage. One walked over to a drum set while the other two made their way to stand at the front of the stage, each in front of their own mic stand. Eddie wasn’t close to the stage by any means, but even he could see from where he stood that the girl holding a blood-red guitar was you. 

The crowd around him began to cheer, eager for the show they’d been promised. Eddie’s eyes drank in the sight of you, committing to memory every curve hugged by your wine-red dress. Bathed in crimson light, he was reminded of how ethereal you had looked that night in his van just a couple of days ago- only now, the angel had fallen. You’d gone from sorceress to temptress, lips painted red as the blood of innocents with platform boots formidable enough to seriously injure with a well-aimed kick. 

You looked like the queen of the damned, and Eddie couldn’t look away. 

There was a lull in the applause as the anticipation came to its climax. The mic kicked on, sensitive enough for everyone to hear a single, controlled breath escape your lips before the sound of your guitar ripped through the silence. 

Eddie, along with the rest of the room, recognized the familiar opening of Heart’s Barracuda immediately. They all watched with rapt attention, seemingly waiting to catch some mistake in a song everyone knew so well. To everyone’s pleasant surprise, however, every note was spot-on. Eddie’s excitement wavered the longer he listened, and upon hearing your lead vocals- his motivations for listening changed from anticipation to competition.

Of course you were lead guitar and lead vocals, same as he was- the irony wasn’t lost on him. Sure, he had been a little bit enraptured at first- you had star quality, all of you; even he could see that. Each of you looked like some sort of rock and roll witch, and your looks were carefully curated to create those personas. Your band wasn’t just doing this for fun- it was obvious that you had put a great deal of thought into your look and sound. Now, all of the notetaking you’d been doing made sense. You were taking this competition very seriously, so when Eddie had with held the truth from you… it must have hurt you a lot more than he’d thought it would.

Eddie watched and listened intently as the first song drew to a close. The applause was thunderous, eager for more. You leaned into the mic, red lips parting around a laughing smile and waited for the cheering to recede enough for you to be heard. In a soft, low voice you asked, “Oh, you liked that one, huh?” 

The crowd erupted, feeding your fire as a deep giggle bubbled up into your mic- Eddie felt his heart involuntarily backflip at the sound of your voice. 

“Soooo…” you began again, this time sounding a bit more coy than before. “...we’ve been here a couple times before, so a few of you might know us, but either way, we’re Next Hex-” again, the crowd responded with claps, whoops and whistles. From the sound of it, there were certainly people here who remembered you from years past. Eddie listened on.

“Tonight you’ll hear some songs you love, some songs you haven’t heard in a while, and one that you probably never expected to hear at Indie Battle-” You giggled a bit through that last part, but you didn’t seem nervous from what Eddie could tell. If anything, it made him look forward to knowing which song you were referring to. He- and the rest of the audience- was playing right into your hands. It was obvious to him that you knew how to work a crowd this size, and that was an advantage that came with experience Eddie didn’t have.

“-so stick around…and let’s have a little fun.”

With that, you threw the drummer a little nod, to which she smiled- a little deviously- before counting you out into the second song of your set.

Eddie was a statue propped up against the bar for the next three songs. Arms crossed, face unreadable, and beer slowly disappearing from his glass, his brain moved a mile a minute while he watched and listened.

From what he could tell, you really only had one weakness- none of your songs were originals. For a band with such a specific look and sound that had been tailored to your specific brand, he was surprised that the only songs you chose to play belonged to other bands. However, that didn’t seem to detract from your individuality, at least for now. Even though you were covering other bands’ songs, you made them sound like they’d been written for your instruments, for your voice. You felt every lyric as if you’d written it yourself, and he could see that plain as day from where he stood in the audience. 

Your song choices were interesting. Starting with Barracuda, followed by I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett. They seemed like easy choices since your band was a girl group, but there was an edge to your covers that Eddie couldn’t put his finger on- they felt sharper, more moody. He wished he could press rewind and listen again and again to dissect exactly what you did to change up the well-known anthems. 

Then you’d surprised Eddie by pulling a KISS song out of your back pocket- adding a clever twist on Let’s Put the X in Sex  by changing the “X” to “Hex”. It was sexy and fun and all-around entertaining- the crowd ate it up . 

Your fourth song was unexpected- a mysterious, dramatic cover of The Rolling Stones’ Paint It, Black. The seamless transition from sexy to angsty was impressive- it showed range and creativity. 

Eddie was starting to see you as a real threat in this competition.

Your voice, a little breathy at this point, practically whispered into the mic as you introduced the fifth and final song of your set. 

“It’s been real fun tonight, guys,” you began, “this is our last song for tonight, so we’ve saved the best for last.”

The crowd cheered, and Eddie watched with curiosity as the bass player moved a keyboard down to her mic stand. Great, there’s another advantage they’ve got on us, Eddie thought. None of the members of Corroded Coffin played keys.

A beat of silence passed before she began to play- it was surprisingly upbeat, and Eddie struggled to place the song. It wasn't until you chimed in with your guitar that it dawned on him.

You were playing Holding Out for a Hero… Eddie only knew it from how many times he’d heard it beaten to death on the radio after Footloose had come out when he was in high school. 

It didn’t take long for Eddie to catch onto how you’d arranged the cover- all of the parts that were originally sung by a choir, you’d converted into guitar parts. It actually worked- it worked really well. 

When you started to sing the opening lines, Eddie let his eyes drift from your fingers on the frets of your instrument up to your arms, your chest, your lips- but his heart almost leapt out of his sternum when he saw your eyes staring dead at him. 

Eddie felt a wave of deja vu; he’d done the same to you when he’d spotted you in the audience the night before, stared you down so that… well, he wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Maybe he’d liked how you looked so caught off-guard when he’d stared at you? Was he an ass for liking the way that felt? 

Either way, the roles were officially reversed now. Your eyes held Eddie’s in a chokehold, and even though you were singing lyrics written to convey longing and hope, the only messages your eyes held for Eddie were rage and determination. It felt as though there wasn’t a single person in that bar besides the two of you. 

Your black nails moved expertly across the strings of your guitar, and sweat trickled down your collarbone in the red stage lights. Eddie took it all in, feeling a million things at once. Jealousy of his past self, yearning to go back to two nights ago when you’d followed him out to his van. The rush of a real competition, a rival to test his strengths against. Fear of losing, the very real possibility that Corroded Coffin would be sent packing as early as next week’s round of the competition. Regret that he’d blown his chances with you before he’d realized who you actually were. 

You were a goddamn siren, and Eddie wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to stay away from you. 

Part 5

(click here to listen to the electric guitar cover of Holding Out for a Hero that I vaguely based Next Hex's cover off of in my head while I wrote this!)

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #rockstar eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things au #eddie munson lives #enemies to lovers

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Drop your Lois Lane hot takes

(also if you're not a Superman fan, what would you recommend starting off with?)

So MAWS Lois Lane very pointedly has some significant character flaws, generally justified by her backstory and often the opposite side of the conventional "positive" Lois Qualities that she exhibits. Trust issues stemming from her canon-typical dysfunction with her father, upstream of her whole truth-to-power thing. Self-esteem issues and a sense of inadequacy, upstream of her tenacity and singleminded pursuit of her goals. Downstream from her self-esteem issues you've got a sensitivity to perceived betrayal or the idea that people are only pretending to value her. Self-assurance and confidence... that manifests as bouts of myopic thinking or lack of consideration for others. There's a level on which I like this more than S:TAS- she was fun in that, but the purpose there wasn't to give her any kind of arc. She's much more dynamic in this, she has a palpable crisis, and it all combines into a perfect cocktail demonstrating why she reacts so very, very badly to being out of the loop on Superman. In her position it's not insane to assume that Clark expressed interest in her just to jerk her around and sabotage her investigation more thoroughly. But in practice... I (and those watching with me, who joined me in screaming at the TV a bunch during the last couple episodes) felt that the narrative was both-sidesing the dynamic a bit uncomfortably, because Clark has very good reason to not trust Lois specifically with sensitive information. Their first interaction involved her manipulating him for the sake of advancing her career. She's been screaming from the rooftops that she dislikes Superman, wants to expose Superman's secrets, and he was on the verge of coming clean with her before that came up. She functionally threatens to kill herself to force him to out himself, right after he got back from the government (and very likely her father specifically!) trying to assassinate him. Very little of this was coherently voiced when they're having it out, and as a result it felt like the narrative was much more sympathetic to Lois's stance than Clarks, treating his concealing the information as the root of the problem here. And when Jimmy brings up that he's known for years but understood that it was probably a deeply personal situation that Clark would bring up when he was comfortable- that's not a catalyst for introspection about whether Lois is entitled to the information, it isn't used as the point to push the idea that both parties have valid motivations here. It's mostly just the catalyst for another gag where now Jimmy is upset that Clark told Lois first (without. You know. the context.) I walked away thinking that Clark doesn't have a disproportionate amount to apologize for in this situation. Not nothing, but not the brunt. The reconciliation arc really breezed past the fact that she threw herself off a building to force the issue. Any relationship where throwing yourself off a building is a tool in the toolbox seems like it might be on shaky ground, communicatively!

The thing is, well, honestly there's a few things. I'm willing to accept off the bat that I might be lily-orcharding a perfectly unobjectionable creative decision to some extent, because by default I'm really biased in favor of anyone trying to keep deeply compromising information about their identities away from their loved ones for fear of their negative reaction, and that's coloring the intensity of my negative response. Another thing is that I think the show is kind of a victim of the megashort season runs of contemporary cartoons- I mean we'll be lucky if we get 30 episodes of this show total, every arc is gonna be at least somewhat pinched when you get 10 episodes and change per season. And a third, final thing is that the season isn't over yet, and they've left themselves with a great springboard from which to address my misgivings.

Clark leans into the idea that he's the one at fault, begs forgiveness, and so on, but that's actually in character for this version; given that one of his biggest drives is to be accepted, it makes sense that he'd do whatever he thought he had to get things smoothed out as quickly as possible, even if there's still a lot going unaddressed below the surface. And Episode 7 (6?) is basically entirely about how Lois's character flaws, scaled up and appended to power, can turn out really really bad. Kryptonite is introduced in this continuity by a bunch of alternate-universe Lois Lanes who try to kill Superman without giving him the benefit of the doubt- all while never expressly communicating to anyone that the root of their concern is how badly things went with their own Supermen. Lois meets an army of herself and immediately, correctly assumes that they aren't on the up-and-up, that they're holding something back. And the episode ends with her in possession of both a Superman-killing tool and information engineered to set off her well-established paranoid tendencies about Clark.

So if the show is being smart- and there's a very good chance that it is- the next leg is going to be about how for a superhero, just being open about your secret identity to your loved ones isn't necessarily going to be enough to defuse the underlying tensions and failures to communicate; the fact that they really speed-ran the reconciliation is going to turn out to be deliberate, a bandaid fix on the deeper problem, and a much worse reckoning is in the pipes once it becomes obvious that Task Force X is headed by her estranged father. (Which seems like the twist they're going for with that- they've never said the general's name out loud, so I think they're going for a fakeout where we all assume it's Wade Eiling but it turns out to actually be Sam Lane.) However. I've definitely watched a bunch of shows where I kept going "If the show is smart," "If the show is smart," and then the show wasn't smart, and it just turned out that the writers themselves hadn't chewed on the implications of what they were depicting as much as I had. I've got high hopes, though.

(tagging @st-just, @best-wizard, and @howlingguardian, who all also asked for the elaboration.)

#thoughts #meta #asks #please please please do not do discourse in the notes of this one #Normally I stop just short of having “depiction is not endorsement” tatooed on my forehead #but this one specifically got under my skin

[bronx-bomber87]

Oh my lord where to begin…My adrenaline from that ep was sky high in the best way. First off the ep as a whole was fantastic I enjoyed every bit. Chenford had my heart racing the entire episode. This is the kind of angst I’m talking about. Where it drives them and their story forward. We got to have a glimpse into them dealing with Lucy as UC deep cover as a couple for first time. Having days apart from each other. It was fascinating and amazing to watch.

First off they looked like a BAMF power couple in the beginning at roll call my god. Tim ensuring his CI would be sure to take care of her cause he asked, and it was about her. That CI must’ve gotten some fierce protector Tim. Her calling it ‘Under Cover Love’ and him smirking. Loves this woman so much.

The flirting they had going on was primo. Her trying to check in on him emotionally and him combatting it with his version of flirting with her. His stupid in love smile when she calls him a jerk. I’m diabetic at how sweet this interaction was. Telling him not to watch top chef without her. I love the idea of them snuggled up binging shows together. Little glimpse into their non work life.

These chats on the phone gave me serious Alias vibes which made me happy. Show was my first love and ship. If you ever watched that show you’ll know what I’m referring to. The main ship was a handler and his agent. I was getting that from this mission and loving it. The fierce protector watching his love do her thing and trying to keep himself in check. He was visibly shaken by the possibility of Frank making a move on Lucy. Didn’t hide his feelings at all. He was twitching almost at the thought. Grey trying to help him rein it in. Poor Tim.

Watching his whole body reaction to her being ok after the drive by. The audible sigh of relief. Eric really crushed this episode with his reactions/facial expressions while she was in the field. Melissa too crushed this episode. The desperation in her voice when he suggests meeting up at her laundry room. She’s so eager to get to the one who centers her and make her feel safe. That hug was cathartic for them both. First time both of them could breathe.

The rest of that scene phew lord. If you needed their chemistry on display. Watch that scene. Lightning in a bottle chemistry these two. Eric and Melissa are so good at conveying so much by doing the smallest things. His facial expressions, the way she touches his jacket and leans into him. Wanting him to check in with her because he’s clearly shaken. Her confronting him with it. She knows he’s not ok and wants him to talk to her. He’s trying to do what Grey told him and treat her like any other UC.

The hitch in her voice when he tries to leave and she tells him to lock the door. My god. They legit had adrenaline filled I almost got killed laundry room sex. His smirk after she says it. I’m here for it. This ep delivered so much. I loved him bringing it back up later. After he knows she’s done. I was smiling so hard. One of the best eps of season IMO. Has so much goodness.

The cuteness of them at her apt. Her wanting sexy time with him before she conks out. Then poor Tim his PTSD from Isabel was showing hard. Saying how she would’ve unwound from an op. Lucy countering with what SHE would do. He’s still stuck in his PTSD when she asks about the ally arrest. Where he almost died. She wants to know these things Tim. Her calling him out on it. Saying she isn’t Isabel. She isn’t gonna react or decompress the same.

I love that she challenges him still. That hasn’t changed since they got together. Forces him to face what he’s feeling and tell her. This is the kind of angst I’m wanting and talking about. It’s productive and so good for them. Moves them forward as a couple. By her doing this he finally voices a fear of his. Her not listening when he wants her to pull away. Her reassuring she would never let it get that deep or far. Then the best line of the scene. Him voicing his deepest fear of all. Losing her the way he lost Isabel. Her reassuring him again and getting another cathartic hug in. So proud of him for telling her this. It was needed after last ep.

Hot damn this episode was good. Eric and Melissa were incredible solo and together. Their ability to command a scene emotionally whether that’s together or solo floors me. We’re so lucky to have them and get to watch them. I can’t believe this is the second to last episode, but I’m a happy camper said it all season. Could not be happier with this season if I tried. Anxious and excited to see what this finale will bring for them. ❤️

#chenford #its chenford season yall #my god that was good #i love them your honor #Tim x Lucy #the rookie #5x21 #tim bradford #lucy chen #s5 #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: unless it is #otp: doing my job

[thornpixie]

The Summer I Turned Pretty Rants :)

Well, I recently watched the show and I have some thoughts as always. I’ll probably get hate for them because I’m going against the grain here…

Let me begin by saying I have not read the books. I have no interest in reading the books. I know what happens in them because I looked it up (curiosity got the better of me), but for the avoidance of doubt… I am talking only about the show, as a completely separate entity to the book.

Okay, so here goes…

First off, Belly is honestly not a likeable character. She’s whiney and annoying. ‘Oh the guy I fancy doesn’t fancy me back’. Get over it. Tell me one person who hasn’t crushed on someone who didn’t feel the same way. I get she’s a teenage girl and teenage girls make mistakes and all but honestly, I don’t think she deserves either of those boys. They’re brothers, and upon seeing what it was doing to their relationship, someone should’ve told her to get over herself and let them both go.

Second… all of this hype for Belly x Conrad must purely be coming from the book because I saw nothing between them on the show. I completely get the girl fancying the older guy who seems like he’ll never look at you that way. I do. But she showed up with no braces and contact lenses and suddenly Conrad is in love with her? Show me the development. I saw none whatsoever. Even in the flashback scenes, yes he was sweet to her when Steven and Jeremiah were being jerks, but it was only in the way you’d expect him to be towards his moms best friends kid. I understand a young girl falling hard for the handsome older boy who taught her to dance and stuck up for her against her brother but I saw no indication that Conrad had feelings for her, or why. Literally did I miss an entire chunk of the season because I’m lost??? Just seemed like there was nothing and then all of a sudden Conrad is in love with her. I feel nothing for this ship. If the writers want me to believe in it, they’re gonna have to make more effort.

Jeremiah on the other hand… I could tell from the first episode that he liked Belly. He wanted to hang out with her. He actively sought her out. He was excited when she showed up to the beach bonfire. He was unapologetic and honest about his feelings. He was respectful to her, and so happy when she said yes, that she thinks she could love him. When he said he had often wanted her to be more than his best friend, but he didn’t say anything because ‘there was always Conrad’ and then there was Cam… I believed him. I’ve seen other people say they think it’s bullshit and he just wanted her so Conrad couldn’t and I don’t see it. At all. THAT is a relationship that was believable to me.

We will see what season two brings (the cancer card from the trailer was a low blow, but he’s a teenager too. If Belly gets to make mistakes and be exonerated, then he should be too. He was hurting and he lashed out. Acceptable? No. Understandable? Yes. Give him a break).

To summarise - imo Belly doesn’t deserve either of them, but if it has to be one of them, my heart is with Jeremiah.

#the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #ill get hate for this lol #Personal opinion only #Tv show rants #Tsitp

[kanerallels]

A little late, but finally, here are my thoughts about MSATD 4x06!

Absolutely LOVE the way it started. Because of course these two would wind up being chased around an abandoned factory by a guy Eliza DRUGGED THIS IS THE THIRD TIME SHE'S POISONED SOMEONE AND I LOVE HER FOR IT

"I used to box for County Harwick" "does that mean something?" "IT MEANS QUITE A LOT" absolutely PERISHING it reminds me of that post about the person who pretended not to know what Harvard was

(also from a writing perspective I loooooooooooove the vibes of just throwing us into the middle/end of a case, showing us that they've been working on quite a few cases together! Plus it's just a fun way of writing things)

I'm very proud of Eliza for working with a large staff well and being able to handle things on her own!

UGH FITZROY'S JERK DAD SHOWED UP I HATE THAT GUY

Okay this was probably my favorite case of the season. The suspense, the way it handled Fitzroy's struggle over being given that promotion, and the culmination was *chef's kiss*

I read this post about how Eliza's allegiance is to the truth, while Nash's isn't to money, but to the memory and legacy of his brother and this episode DEFINITELY hammered that point home! The scene where he was struggling with whether or not to kill that guy? SO well done, Felix Scott has got mad skills

(also while I am not a Patrick x Eliza shipper.... from an objective point of view they had some GOOD moments in this episode)

(I mean come on. "you're the only one who's ever believed in me"? Him putting down the gun for her and only shooting O'Driscoll when he tried to kill Eliza? Those are some pretty immaculate vibes. I'm still ride or die for Williza, but I can see where the Patrick x Eliza shippers are coming from)

(okay and the moment in Patrick's cell where he said that he wanted her to believe he was a good person and she said that would never happen (affectionate), but then he said "Perhaps not. But I'll keep trying anyways"? Giving SERIOUS Rose In Bloom vibes. If you know, you know)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE PLOT I also really really really LOVED the last scene between Fitzroy and his father. He stood up to him!! And told him that he didn't care if he was disappointed in him!! And the fact that he might not have a lot of ambition wasn't painted as a bad thing!! I LOVED IT A LOT OKAY

Oh also I didn't really like Phelps taking William's place at first, but the idea's grown on me a lot in this past episode. I liked the part where he basically told Fitzroy that he shouldn't be doing this job to get a pat on the back-- while I get where my boy Fitzroy was coming from, and Phelps is definitely a lot harsher than I approve of, it reminded me of a scene in The Rookie. And therefore gets a pass. I also liked the way it showed that Fitzroy and Phelps are at their best when they're working together!

Oh and! I liked the moment where Eliza and Mr. Potts were talking and she finally elected to be honest with him, and that's what won him over. EXCELLENT scene, I really liked it

(also I loved how Fitztroy, when he was Stressed, rubbed his hand over his face like William does. These are the things I obsessively notice. I have issues)

And then I REALLY liked the ending. The whole "Eliza goes to work for Nash" plotline has never been my absolute favorite. It just doesn't feel super true to who she is-- instead of being the only female detective in the city, she's a female detective working under Nash. And while I did enjoy their partnership more than I expected, I'm so glad to see her back in her own office, where she belongs. And she finally changed the name at the top of the sign!!

(and OBVIOUSLY I loved the William flashback at the end)

So overall, this was a really fun season!! Even though I was sad to not have William for the last two episodes, they were still really fun. Eliza and Patrick have great chemistry together on screen, and they're a really fun duo to watch!

Also, even those I missed Moses a LOT, I enjoyed some of the new characters-- namely, Clarence-- and the focus on some of the old ones, like Fitzroy and Phelps!!

And I DEFINITELY can't wait for the next season

#msatd #msatd spoilers #msatd s4 #miss scarlet and the duke #eliza scarlet #william wellington #patrick nash #not gonna lie to y'all i'm a little nervous for this next season #mainly because of the whole romance side of things #but overall i'm excited to see what happens next!

[ketho484]

Actor AU story part three! WOOOOOO!!!

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 3: Dinner with a new friend

Willow followed Wally back inside to watch him and his friends record the newest episode after Eric had to concede to Wally's 'Offer'. The others were surprised Wally asked for this, but they welcomed the change nonetheless. They loved entertaining kids, and this would be like early critique before the show even aired. Willow had a lot of fun too. She was really shy and very quiet, but she loved getting to know the cast. They each noticed something a bit odd, however. Like something didn't sit right. She was sweet and kind, sure, but the level of shyness she exhibited felt less like her being shy and more like her being afraid of them. It was odd to say the least, but when the rest of the cast asked her why she was scared or told her she didn't need to be scared, she'd turn away and deny it. Not Wally, though. He never asked anything like that. Unless she spoke to him, he observed the interactions Willow had with his friends quietly, making mental notes on her behavior so he could see if something was wrong at home with her.

The day went by a bit too quickly for everyone's liking. Before anyone knew it, shooting was over and the cast started heading home. Willow gave everyone a respectful farewell before going with Wally to get dropped off. On the way, they spoke to each other.

"So?" Wally started, making Willow look at him from the seat next to him "What did we learn about the cast today?"

"Uuhhhhh…" Willow started thinking "...Well, Franky isn't nearly as grumpy as we see on TV. He's easy to tick off, but he's overall really nice. Eddie is Franky's boyfriend, which I didn't realize either of them were gay. Julie does a little flap thing when she's excited, Poppy loves humming to help her stay calm, Barnaby is definitely not acting when he plays the funny guy, Howdy is vegan…What's vegan again?"

"It means you don't eat any meat or animal products" Wally clarified

"Right. A-Anyway, Sally is a lot sweeter than on camera, almost like a cool big sister" Willow continued "...And you have a really short temper with the production crew. I noticed how they treated your friends, but…" She stopped there

It was true, she saw how badly the puppets were treated in the studio. To say it was bad would be an understatement, to say the least. She saw Howdy get pushed off the stage, only being there because he was confused about his movement and tone for his personal recording as he was the least experienced in this field with Poppy being only slightly better due to her anxiety. Wally really lost his temper and started shouting at everyone. The only reason he stopped was because Willow had run off the stage. When Wally found her again, Howdy and Sally were trying to bring her out of a massive panic attack.

“...I take it your parents shout a lot?” Wally asked gently, Willow being pulled out of the memory and back to the real world

“Y-Yeah…They do…” She said, a bit startled from being pulled back into the conversation

“How often does it happen?”

“Every day…Sometimes it lasts all day and momma sends me out of the house so I don’t have to listen” Willow explained, rubbing her arm

Wally stopped at a red light and looked over at her, his expression immediately turning to one of worry when he saw the slightly raised sleeve…and what was underneath it. There was a large, hand shaped bruise  on her wrist, barely covered up by bandages. Wally could guess where it came from, but he needed to get all the facts first.

“…Willow. Look at me, please” Wally spoke gently as the little puppet looked up at her favorite star “I only get angry like that when someone mistreats my friends, and I only do that inside the studio because the people there are racist and…honestly a bunch of idiotic jerks. Your parents fighting like that is a sign that that house may not be safe for you…”

“I already know that…” Willow said as she looked down at her lap “…But my daddy made it clear that I’ll have nowhere else to go. He said I’ll die on the streets if I run away because he won’t come looking for me…So I gotta stay where I am…” Willow looked ready to cry when she finished her explanation

Wally looked ready to snap again as the light turned green. He went off course, driving away from the house as he took a breath and gently rubbed Willow’s back to soothe her. He soon pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car, making Willow look up curiously as she wiped her teary eyes. They weren’t at her house, but rather at a large restaurant painted orange and red with gray tiles for the roof. There was a large neon sign in the shape of a circle with little circles on the inside and a triangle missing from it.

“Um…Mister Darling?” Willow spoke up “Where are we? I thought I was just going home”

“Well, I saw that you hadn’t eaten anything at the studio, so I thought you might want something to have before you go home” Wally explained, though the real reason was that he thought this could keep her out of the house, and away from her toxic father, a while longer

“Bobolli’s…Pissa?” She read the sign and tilted her head “What’s that?”

“…Have you never had pizza before?” Wally asked, a little horrified as Willow shook her head “What do your parents let you eat?”

“Daddy makes me eat cold bread and milk for breakfast. Momma tries to give me granola bars and water sometimes, but she usually gets caught” Willow explained timidly

Wally had to take a few deep breaths to calm down before he got out of the car. He went around and got Willow out before taking her inside. The interior had a very rustic feeling with dark wood floors, marble counters, orange lights, black leather seats, and dark red tiles all over the walls. Many folks, both human and puppet, worked behind the counters to make pizza, but only one came out to greet Wally. This puppet was rather large in size, a human puppet roughly three fourths of Barnaby’s height. He had red hair on his head, pale orange felt skin, and a big bushy mustache. His body was rather rotund in size and he wore a typical Italian chef’s outfit. His green eyes sparkled warmly when he went over to Wally, a smile beaming underneath that mustache.

“Well, if it isn’t Wally, my best customer!” He spoke, a boisterous and deep voice speaking with a heavy Italian accent as he shook Wally’s hand

“Hey there, Ronny!” Wally greeted the chef fondly before letting go and turning to Willow “Willow, this is Ronald Babolli. He’s the owner of this restaurant. It’s honestly the best place I know of”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve seen this one before” Ronny said as he kneeled down to take a look at Willow, though she quickly hid behind Wally “Where did you find her, Wally?”

“She’s the daughter of the studio tailors” Wally explained calmly “I’m letting her come by the studio more often if she wants. She didn’t eat anything there, so I thought I’d treat this kid to dinner”

“Well, you brought her to the right place. Please have a seat. I’ll bring a surprise” Ronny smiled and ran behind the counter

Wally chuckled and took Willow to a nice, quiet booth in the back of the restaurant. Willow sat across from Wally as she looked around at everything warily. She had clearly never been to this area of the city before. It was kinda overwhelming for her, and Wally could clearly see that in her expression.

“So…What’s it like in the suburbs?” Wally asked, trying to relieve some of this little girl’s tension as one of the workers brought some drinks. Wally got a Diet Dr. Pepper and Willow got a Sprite

“Well…It’s usually really quiet” Willow answered “Other than my momma and daddy fighting. The people there are nice enough. Miss Fritters is my favorite. She’s this old human who lives down the street with her family. Her family is really nice, but Miss Fritters tells me stories and sometimes bakes cookies. She taught me how to make some of her recipes. Sometimes I can play with her grandkids, Billy and Bobbie, but they don’t think I’m very cool”

“Kids can be like that sometimes” Wally shrugged as he sipped on his soda “I had a friend like that. Frank was actually like that before I got him to open up”

“So he used to be as grumpy as he acts on the show?”

“Yeah. Honestly, though, if you know him for long enough, you learn quickly that he’s a sweetheart. The reason you saw it today was because he has a real soft spot for kids” Wally explained as Willow sipped her drink, a smile coming to his face when he saw her eyes light up.

“…Is this your favorite place?” Willow asked

“It’s my favorite place to eat, yes. Sometimes the cast and I come here for some good old fashioned friend time” Wally answered fondly

“…You’re really easy to talk to”

“Huh?” Wally perked up at the quiet words Willow spoke “I-I’m sorry, could you say that again?”

“Y…You’re really easy to talk to, mister darling. It’s like I’ve known you my whole life even though we met today…You’re really nice” She explained with a blush

Before Wally could answer, Ronny brought over a large pizza on a tray. It was covered with cheese and pepperoni with a big, stuffed crust that was only visible because Ronny had cut it up into some nice triangles. Willow looked really surprised as she gazed at the good smelling pie in front of her, making Wally chuckle a bit as they each got a plate.

“Looks as delicious as ever, Ronny” Wally said with a smile directed at the chef

“Yes, one of my finest pizzas” Ronny said with a smile as he turned to get back to work “Let me know if you need anything”

“Thanks, Ronny!” Wally beamed at Ronny as the chef left before grabbing a couple of slices, one for him and one for Willow “There you go, kid”

“…Y…You’re letting me have this?” She asked, immediately tensing up

“Of course. Why wouldn't I?” Wally asked before taking a bite of his pizza slice

“Well…Daddy says that if I eat three meals, I’ll be fat and useless”

“Well, daddy’s not here right now. You don’t have to eat all of the slice I gave you. Just one bite. If you decide you want more, I won’t stop you, okay?” Wally said as he gave Willow a smile

Willow was, understandably, hesitant. She’d never even seen something like this before. She was nervous. She poked at the slice a bit before picking it up. She inspected it from top to bottom, which made Wally giggle on the outside, though he could feel his heart break. How sheltered was this kid? How long had Eric and, clearly begrudgingly, Jessica, been keeping this poor little girl locked away and slaving over a sewing machine? It hurt to see such a sweet little girl look so scared over a simple food item…Willow soon took her first bite, and the way her eyes seemed to gain a new spark of life in them warmed Wally’s heart. The little puppet dove in, quickly gobbling up a slice and, after confirming that she could take more, ate more of the delicious pizza. By the time both of them were full, the entire pizza was gone.

Willow looked really sleepy, her eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake with very little success. Wally chuckled and paid Ronny for the food before carrying her back to the car. She was completely limp as she was carried and placed into her seat. She jolted awake, at least awake to the point of being aware, when Wally’s car started. He pulled out of the parking lot and put on a classical CD that Frank let him borrow. When he stopped at a red light and Noticed Willow was half awake, he smiled and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You can go ahead and get some sleep” He said quietly, his voice soothing to the little puppet’s ears “I’ll wake you up when we get to your house, okay?”

Willow gave him a nod and closed her eyes, drifting off pretty quickly. Wally sighed and turned his eyes back to the road. She was so precious. This little girl didn’t deserve to live in such circumstances. She didn’t deserve to be treated as a slave. Not only was it illegal, but it was  just morally wrong. This kid deserved to be free to play and grow like a real sapling. It pissed Wally off that Eric was keeping her from growing. He had to do something.

 After a while, the car stopped at the right address, and it made Wally uncomfortable. The house was stable, but it was greasy and clearly falling apart. There was a cracked window in the front that allowed him to see inside. Greasy walls, flickering lights, old furniture that was falling apart, loose wooden floorboards. That house was unsafe for more than one reason, but Wally took a breath and kept his composure. He woke Willow up and carried her to the door, giving it a gentle knock. Her mother, thankfully, came to answer the door. Jessica took Willow in her arms and thanked Wally for taking care of her. He simply smiled and passed her a note before leaving, giving Willow one last wave goodbye before he drove off

Jessica put Willow to bed, happy when she explained what he did for her. When Willow was fast asleep, Jessica unfolded the note and read it, smiling as she did.

‘I need to know what her father has been keeping from her’

#Welcome home #Wally Darling #OC #TW: mentions of abuse #TW: mention of captivity

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

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Includes- sex- not with reader, protected sex with reader (Do this! Use condoms to prevent STDs and pregnancy!), missionary, angst

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Part 2

Seonghwa POV

"Seonghwa, yes!", she screams, bouncing on top of me so fucking fast as she cums on me

"Oh fuck yes. Shit", I groan, pleasure so good, "Don't stop. Make me cum" She nods, continuing to slam her pussy down my cock, her tight cunt clenching me over and over

"Fuck", I yell, coming inside her

I'm lost in the pleasure of coming when I hear my door open and another voice

Her voice

"Seonghwa, I'm home. Do you wanna- oh shit, my eyes!"

I glance at the door, seeing Joanne there with her hand over her eyes

"Sorry", she says, backing up and closing the door immediately

"Is that your girlfriend?", the girl on top of me asks

I shake my head, "No. My roommate"

"Doesn't she know to knock?"

Me and her don't really knock, we just go into each other's rooms

Except if we have someone with us

Then we lock the door

I guess I forgot to lock it

"No she doesn't", I answer

I don't have to explain to her how me and her live

"Well she needs to learn or I'm not coming here again", the girl snaps

I just raise my eyebrow at her

She assumes she's coming here again?

I can assure her she's not

She's just a one time fuck so I don't know what plans she has or where she thinks this is going

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because this is just a one time thing"

"What?", she snaps

"This, me and you, a one night stand. That's all. Nothing else is going to happen. I thought I made that clear"

I know I did

I remember telling her that if we're going to fuck it's once and she has to leave after

She agreed

Now she's talking about some other shit I didn't agree too

"I just thought you were being a dick. I didn't know you were serious"

Seriously?

I didn't even ask her her name, how could she think this was serious?

"Yeah well that's all it is and you have to leave now"

She gapes at me and I'm getting annoyed

"I told you that"

"Fuck you", she shouts, getting off me

She gets off the bed, pulling her underwear up

"You're such a jerk!"

"No I'm not. It's not my fault you decided to hear shit that I didn't say", I snap

She huffs while we both get dressed

I finish first, opening my bedroom door and exiting the room

I get to the living room, finding Joanne sitting on the couch watching TV

She turns to me, her eyebrow raised, "Done already?"

I nod

So done

The girl comes out of my room, glaring at me

I just roll my eyes, going to the front door of the apartment and open it

"Fuck you", she snarls, then walks out

I shut the door, locking it as she asks, "Well she's friendly"

"Yeah", I snort

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing", I answer, sitting next to her, "Just told her that she's a one night stand when she started talking about coming back here, like what was going on was something more. She didn't like it and got pissed"

"Well did you tell her-"

"I made it clear Jo. This isn't the first girl I picked up at the club"

"Yeah I know. Just asking"

Silence falls between us, her eyes back on the tv, biting her lip

I watch the show, which is a Buffy the vampire slayer episode that she's already seen

She loves this show

It's ok for me

I'll watch it if she's watching it but I won't watch it on my own

"Hwa, can we talk?", she asks a few minutes later

I glance at her, "Sure"

"It's about the girl that just left"

"What about her?", I ask, wondering if she's jealous

She shouldn't be

"I uh just noticed that you were fucking her without a condom"

"Uh yeah", I nod

She doesn't say anything for a minute

I finally break the silence, "Are you jealous? Because we said that we can fuck other people when we started the friends with benefits between us"

We agreed to this situation when I moved in two years ago

And it's been going fine

We fucked each other and other people

Well, I fuck other girls

I think she's only fucked one other guy since we started this

She's usually just with me but she's normally not jealous at all

She doesn't care who I fuck as long as I'm with her when she's horny

And I always want to have sex with her

She snorts, "No Seonghwa, I'm not jealous. Don't be ridiculous"

"Then what is it?"

"I just...I want you to get tested"

I blink, "Huh?"

"I'm not sleeping with you until you do. And after that, we're going to use condoms"

Wait what?

Condoms?

I've never used a condom with her

Ever

"Why?"

"Because Hwa, you're fucking girls without a condom and then fucking me. I don't want to catch anything. I want sex not an STD"

I completely didn't even think about that

I don't want an STD either

"Ok but if I'm clean the why do we have to use condoms?"

She sighs, "Because Seonghwa, you sleep with a lot of girls ok. And I'm not going to make you use condoms with them if you don't want to. You can fuck anyone anyway you want. But for me, we need to use condoms"

Yeah, I don't want to

Her pussy is the best I've ever been in

So tight and wet and warm

Perfect

"You need to wear one for blow jobs too. The oral condoms"

What?

Is she insane?

Wear a condom for a blow job?

I can't, I love feeling her mouth abound me

"And sorry but you can't eat me out anymore"

Oh hell no

I love eating her out

The feel of her on my tongue, the way she tastes, I can't get enough of her

There's no way I can not eat her cunt

I need it

"I won't fuck anyone else without condoms then", I tell her

I'll gladly do that if it means I can have her raw

If I can eat her pussy

I don't even care about the blow jobs, I just want my mouth on her

She shakes her head, upsetting me

"No Seonghwa. Lots of the times you're drunk, you bring home a girl and fuck her. I don't trust you to be drunk and remember to use a condom. With me you have to wear one. Or we could end the friends with benefits and just be friends"

Absolutely not

I can't stop sleeping with her

The sex, it's fucking incredible

She's so fucking wild, every single time with her is mind blowing

I'm not giving that up

It's bad enough I have to give up going down on her

I can't give up sex too

"Fine. I'll get tested as soon as possible and I'll wear a condom", I grumble

She nods, smiling, "Ok. Great. Thanks"

She kisses my cheek, then gets up, heading to her room

"Nite Hwa"

"Yeah night Jo"

Her door closes and I stay seated, processing what just happened

She still doesn't care if I fuck other girls

I have to get tested which in truth scares me because I didn't even think about STDs

I was just stupid, thinking about getting cunt instead of being careful

Then, which to me is the worst part, is I have to wear a condom with her

That's going to be the hardest part

I sigh, leaning my head back on the couch, feeling like an idiot

---------------------------

A few days later

Her hands thread in my hair, tugging hard, my lips against hers, tongues playing together

I run my hands down her naked body, wrapping her legs around my waist

I'm about to slip into her when she says, "Hwa, wait"

I stop moving, confused, "Uh yeah?"

"Condom", she says

Shit, I forgot

And I don't have one at this moment

"I don't have-"

She reaches over to her nightstand, opening her drawer, pulling out a condom and handing it to me

Fuck

"Jo cmon-"

"Seonghwa", she says seriously, "Wear it or get off me"

Her eyes are serious, staring into mine

She's not kidding

She's sticking to her decision even after I showed her I tested negative and she tested negative for STDs

And I hate it

"Fine", I answer, taking it from her

Getting the foil open, I take out the stupid thing and get it on my dick

Fuck I hate this so fucking much

I hate the way it feels and I hate that I have to use it with her

She touches my face softly, making me look at her as she leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips

I kiss her back, my tongue in her mouth, pushing back down on the bed and moving on top of her

Pushing into her, I feel her open around me but it's not the same

It's more of a dull feeling

I can't feel how wet she is, I can't feel her muscles completely, I can't feel how warm she is

And I fucking hate it

Still, I bottom out, listening to her moaning

"Feels good?", I ask

She nods

Ok then, I guess it feels good for her

I begin moving, pulling out then surging back it, hitting her spot

Her body shakes under me, her legs tightening around my waist

"Does it feel like it normally does?", I ask

I feel the pleasure and yes it's good but it's not the same

I want to be soaked in her juice, I want to feel her cunt suck me back inside her, hugging me tightly

I want to feel her pulse around my skin not through a barrier

"No, not like normal but still good", she answers

"I don't like it", I tell her, feeling like I'm going to cry

"We just have to get used to it Hwa", she says

I just nod because there's nothing else I can say

She's not changing her mind and I guess I have to make the most of it

I continue moving my hips into hers and pleasure is running down my spine but not enough

Not enough for me to orgasm

"Kiss me Hwa", she whispers

Leaning down, I kiss her softly at first, going harder the longer it lasts

Her arms move around my neck, her fingers pulling my hair as I fuck into her

Minutes later, I'm still fucking her hard but it's taking longer for her to orgasm

By now she would have cum twice already without the condom

She's moaning in pleasure but I doubt it's enough

Moving my hand down, I play with her clit, feeling her pussy clench around me

I see her cunt is soaking wet and I'm so upset I can't feel it

She's creaming the condom so much once I started playing with her clit and I hate it

I hate it's not all over me

The harder I rub her, the faster her cunt clenches on me

"Seonghwa", she moans shaking under me, her cunt throbbing as she cums

And I feel like bursting into to tears

I can't feel it like I normally would

Everything about her orgasm is dulled, everything I love about it, gone

And she's not even orgasming hard

She's not pulling my hair, digging her fingers into my skin, screaming my name uncontrollably

I can't feel her creamy cum, her pussy wrapped tightly around me

I don't like this

I hate it

I keep moving, fucking her through it

I get her to cum two more times before I do

And I only can by thinking about how she really feels

Imagining I don't have the condom on, imagining I'm fucking her bare, her cream all over me

Those thoughts add to the feeling of her cunt pushing around me and I call her name as I cum

Into the stupid condom

When I finish, I pull out, taking the condom off and throwing it in the garbage next to her bed

I lay down next to her and I feel completely unsatisfied

Yeah I came but it didn't feel as amazing as it has before

Because I know how it should feel

If I started fucking her with a condom then it wouldn't matter

But I know how she feels and I miss it

It's not like it sucked

It was still good but it wasn't amazing like it normally is

I wonder how long she's going to keep having me wear these

Because I'm so over it

She rolls to me, cuddling into me like we normally do

But I'm pissed off and I don't want to cuddle

I sit up and she lifts her head, confused

"I'm gonna shower", I tell her, "I'm meeting Hongjoong and we're going out"

"Oh. Alright", she says softly

"Yeah"

I get up and just leave her room, heading to the bathroom

She wants me to wear a condom fine

I will

But I'm going to fuck other girls raw

I need to feel a cunt around me, coming on me

And if she won't give me hers, I'll get another one

Getting in the shower, I stand under the water, determined to fuck some hoe senseless tonight

#ksmutclub #seonghwa fanfiction #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fic #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa fic #park seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa fanfic #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut

[dawn-petrichor-world]

Dean Winchester's wife

Summary: They finally meet an old friend but in unusual way.

A/N: I was inspired by “Haunted House” by Neoni but not for this fic, this popped into my brain seconds later. I have to write the fics (and many others) that I don’t send the ideas to my lovely @holylulusworld . Yes, title and fic are inspired by one of "The Doctor Who" episodes.

914 words not proofread

Warnings: car accident (and nothing else I think)

Sam and Dean were in the Impala driving back home to the Bunker. The case they worked on was really long, hard and exhausting. For the first hours, Sam was driving but had to switch with his big brother to take a nap. While Dean was driving a few minutes later after he switched off the seat, he suddenly could see a cold air coming out from his mouth. His little brother was almost asleep, jolted when he too realized his cold breath. They looked at each other concerned, knowing the meaning. Dean decided to pull over on the side of the road but had to hit the break abruptly because someone from nowhere appeared in front of them. A bright light blinded them for seconds that seems minutes then it disappeared on that third person. The guys tried to find the way out of the car, to understand what happened.

- “What the fuck was that?” screamed Dean. “What was that? Did you see what I hit on? Don’t tell me it was a fuckin deer? I can’t see shit. Where come this light from.”

- “Can you stop screaming? We’re temporarily blind not deaf.” said Sam.

- “Temporarily? How could you know it’s not permanent?” asked Dean still screaming.

- “Because I'm in front of the body and it doesn't look like a deer that you crashed on.”

- “Oh, thanks” He sighed in relief. “So what the fuck it was?” he yelled again.

- “Turn around. Step forward, go on. Almost there. Okay stop. Now get down.” Sam punched Dean’s chest which made him fall and lightly hit the front of the car. “I told you to stop screaming jerk.”

- “You Bitch.” Dean rubbed his head while he came back on his feet but he stopped midway when he hardly saw a dark shape on the road floor. “That’s a fuckin…” he started screaming. “a fuckin human. I hit a human.” He finished saying in a normal voice tone.

Sam grabbed the body in his arms and put it in the back seat of the Impala. Dean not quite happy, looked for some water and a first aid kit but mysteriously it wasn’t useful. No broken bones, no blood out, or even scratches. Nothing.

He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes to be sure if they were good because he could clearly see and he didn’t make this up. He felt his car hit something but there was nothing else around after checking out the car's windows once his sight came back to normal. He put two fingers on the wrist of the body first and then on the jugular. Blood was pumping, meaning still alive.

On their way to the Bunker, Dean brought the unknown person to a room and fell asleep on the bed next to them, hard to release himself, they were tightly gripped to him.

The next day, a thud woke up everyone. Dean was alone on the bed, he sat up and saw his brother, who had slept on a chair next to him, looking in his direction. They looked on the other side of the bed, still there, real and laying on the floor the uninvited guess.

- “It’d be nice if both stop to stare at me like I was an alien! This thing doesn’t work properly.” you said. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance and lift you up.

- “Hello, my name is Sam. Maybe you’re wondering what happened last night and where you are.”

- “Not at all.” you replied watching and wiggling your bare feet on the floor.

- “Can you tell why did you throw yourself on my car?” asked Dean.

- “I didn’t, she did.”

- “She?” repeated Sam.

- “We were headed home. It was dark and she jumped from nowhere and now I’m here, talking to you.” you replied still playing with your toes. When you lift the head smiling big, the brothers looked again at each other totally confused.

- “I don’t understand anything.” said the elder.

- “This is strange how the perspectives are not the same anymore. Like, I know you’re tall but not that tall. And you, I remember your hands but their look different.”

- “What the fuck are you talking about?”

- “Baby.” you said, hands on your chest. “Oh! Interesting.” you added while palpating it. “My bumpers are bigger.”

- “Can you stop doing that?” asked Sam embarrassed, covering his eyes instead of his brother who still watching.

- “I feel more fragile in this thing that's why my bumpers are big. More secure to save lives, right?”

- “Enough! We asked questions, so answer us. Who the fuck are you? Where do you from and why did you try to kill yourself?” said Dean, a bit irritated while he grabbed too tight your arms.

- “I already told you. Oh, that’s for the navigation, my steering wheel? But that doesn’t look round and why have I two of them? I don’t understand how it works.” you said, jiggling back and forth and side by side but screamed after Dean accidentally stepped on one of your feet. “That’s how you activate my horn. It hurts. It didn’t hurt before.”

You walked weirdly out of the room, leaving the guys more confused than yesterday until out of view, Sam yelled baby, you peeked your head between the frame to say “Yes, that’s what your big brother called me. Hi!”

Thanks for reading it. Hope you like it. My Masterlists. My SPN Masterlists.

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #Chevrolet impala aka baby

[epickiya722]

KIYA REACTS!

BNHA OVA - UA BATTLE HEROES

Haven't done this in... a while! I'll be real with you, folks I forgot about the OVA coming. Like completely until today.

Okay! So, be aware of spoilers (of course). Genuine reactions and most of the time, it's jokes! Given this is an OVA, there is no doubt there's going to be jokes.

Also, don't be that person to take this seriously. Don't take the fun out of this. Don't reply or reblog on this and be like "but actually..." or any other condescending attitude. Don't even come be like "I know you said to not comment but...", don't even do that if you're gonna follow up with being a jerk.

With that being said, ONWARD!!

Battle Heroes... that reminds me of Judai Yuki. Wait... Battle Heroes... DUEL MONSTERS!!

"We can play more card games." Didn't I just make a YGO reference?

Kaminari with his hair pinned back, adorable!

Yaomomo and Iida coming in like "just find something to do, we can't leave the campus". Like, go outside and build a snowman! Or nap! Or watch TV!!

It's moments like these is why I'm glad Yaomomo and Iida are the vice class representative and the class representative.

Tokoyami's expression is killing me here. Too cute!!

Midoriya explaining the games just gives me flashbacks to the New Year's Tournament arc in Nanbaka. Funny enough, Justin Briner (Midoriya's dub VA) voices Nico, another crazy strong, green haired adorable fanboy.

"MOCHI!" Uraraka, please, sweetie! Stop being so cute!!!

I love it when Midoriya gets all passionate when he goes into a ramble about something.

Aw, Sero hyping Sato was just so wholesome. I love 1A interactions like that!

Ain't no way Mirio just hopped his ass in here IN A SNOWMAN STILL INTACT!! 🤣🤣🤣

BRO WAS JUST IN HIS UNDERWEAR!! MIRIO!!!

Oh! I know what the big eyes are referencing !!

THIS IS JUST YUGIOH!! PLACING A CARD DOWN AND A HOLOGRAPH COMES UP?! IT'S YUGIOH!!

Hatsume Mei cameo! Aaayyeee!!!

I just realized Bakugou hasn't shown up. Hm.

Hatsume is a savage for using the match between her and Iida back from the Sports Fest as an example on how to play the game. 😆

Midoriya VS Ojiro, my two fave 1A boys!!

OMG, Battle Hero Jiro didn't have to do Battle Hero Sato like that! 😆

BH Kaminari didn't have to do BH Jiro like that!! Ojiro really wanted his get back!

BH KAMINARI GOT OBLITERATED BY NAVAL LASER!! WELL DAMN!!

Ojiro using himself to push BH Aoyama out of bounds in the most gentle way will always be funny to me! 🤣 Just a gentle tap from his tail!

BH Todoroki freezing BH Ojiro making a callback to their first battles is just... I love callbacks.

DON'T TRUST ANYTHING MINETA SAYS!! DON'T DO IT!!

This is the second OVA in which Mt. Lady crushes Sero...

"Because you deserve it. 😁" Ashido, have I told you how much of a queen you are?

THE GIRLS WON!! HELL YES!!

The girls are really kicking the boys' asses! I love to see it!

Present Mic cameo as a Battle Hero!!

BH Koda, you wrong!! 😆

Oh, it's Bakugou!

"Which card is the strongest in the deck!" You must never seen YGO. Strongest cards aren't always the best cards, my guy.

Honestly, I feel like it's a jab at the whole joke about how "it's a card game, don't take it too seriously" in the YGO fandom... this whole episode is just a whole YGO reference, isn't it?

I'm on Team Midoriya!!

Of course, it's a tie!!

Bakugou didn't just put All Might on the field!!

Midoriya pulls a dog... oh, wait. BH All Might is... yep... he did it... Bakugou, you're not a true AM fan. He would have known that All Might wouldn't punch a dog!!

Overall, I liked it! Obviously, the OVA was made to be a "feel good, wholesome, funny" segment and I like it! With everything going on with the manga right, yeah, needed that.

#just kiya's thoughts #kiya reacts #kiya watches #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha ova #bnha ua battle heroes #ua battle heroes #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #kaminari denki #tokoyami fumikage #iida tenya #yaoyorozu momo #ashido mina #ojiro mashirao #class 1a #class a #ygo #yugioh

[charizardstolemynickname]

TOH S3 EP3 REACTION, AKA, THE SERIES FINALE PEOPLE!!!!!!!

I have no idea how long this will take me, just as a warning idk how long it will take me to watch and write all this, its about an hour long episode so

LETS GO!

Woah, instantly, King's dad maybe?? Or just some other titan guy is telling Luz to wake up from maybe the mirror realm thing established? Cool!

Now Luz, how the hell did you get there? "How did I get here?" LUZ DON'T STEAL MY QUESTION

Oh fuck she is in the emporer's.. temple? Already forgot the name, but i assume its some sort of dream as, this was destroyed? By the collector? Who knows really

WOAH guys, Bump as stone ain't funky, i actually came around to liking that guy, they were dolls last time we saw them!!!! Definitely some form of dream

"Don't you remember?" From Amity CONFIRMED to me that its a dream, there is 0 way we are gonna witness a breakup this episode, I refuse

Amity looks so good with this hair I can't lie, idk if I have commented on this before, but if so, I will say it again, she rocks it! And I want her moon necklace and shoes, that's a given

"This isn't a dream, it is a nightmare!" Love that it took until her girlfriend was trying to kill her for her to realise, fucking love Luz man

EDA!!! LOVELY TO SEE YOU, as always. HARPY EDA`1 ...In prison. Well, it is a lovely call back to season 1 episode 1 so I will accept it!

AAHHHH Her first thought after seeing her mum and sister is "THANK GOD, now lets go find king" I LOVE TOH FAMILY

"Dangerous beasts need to be kept in cages" I know this is a dream, but Lilith queen, you ARE a DANGEROUS BEAST TOO, Eda come on, don't fall for this, have a lightbulb moment like Luz

WOAH DON'T BRING HER DAD INTO IT! DON'T DO THAT TO MY GIRL,, she will cry! Collector (I assume its you) THIS ISN'T VERY NICE

King: *gets jump scared by the guy who is trying to kill him and his species and who wear's his family's skulls"

Also King: "Bill! You crazy jerk! How did I get here?" THAT IS AN UNDERREACTION KING....... See, I TOLD YOU it was an underreaction! He is now trying to decapitate you!

WILLOW! Well. What else did you expect from a nightmare Luz?

GUS! GOD I love Gus, even mean dream Gus is iconic, what a performer

HUNTER! "He was more than a paslisman, he was my best friend." ....guys I won't lie, its a bit difficult to still be in denial about Flapjack, ngl.

.....The challenging to a witch's battle thing made the really intense moment, really not tense anymore because it feels like something out of like harry potter or something

"bip. boop." .....Luz, bestie, what are you doing, because whatever it is, its hilarious. "But you aren't amity!" WE ESTABLISHED THIS BRO, whether its a dream/nightmare or some illusion, IT DOESN'T MATTER, it still isn't real.... maybe she was making a joke when she said nightmare.

OOO PUPPET STRINGS! Cute.

Woahhh rubix cubes exist here?! KING EDA AND LUZ REUNITED, "Are you both really here?" AHSUHDKLDF fuck I will cry

"Ray-Ray" I HOPE WE ALL STEAL THIS NICKNAME FOR RAINE

"King is going to hate me for this" AWWWWW, I mean. Totally not aww, the collector is doing evil things. "My powers don't work on king." "The dog?" "Yeah, cause he is a titan" the Collector just told Belos the biggest fucking news, but also Belos calling King the dog just makes me think that King is like scooby doo or somethin

HEY DON'T HIT FRANCOIS, fucking bully you are Belos, that was not cool!

ABSJHNFEOFN OWLBERT AND STRINGBEAN FRIENDS, AND EDA BEING EXCITED ABOUT LUZ'S PALISMAN!

"....Do you not understand what death means to mortals?" Well. As an immortal, probably not, but as a KIDDO, definitely not, again, feel bad for the Collector, if only we get just stick our heads back on after we chop them off (Eda can legit do that tho wait-)

RAINE you are back! Oh well, you were. "Annoying powerful" just say you are jealous broski, Raine IS great, love them

OOOO Amity is moving, slowly. Huh.

ARE THEY PLAYING PACMAN?! AND NOW MARBLES!? Awww, see, they are just a kiddo!

JENGA! Iconic group of games. Poor Collector just wants toys and friends bless them

"The archivists, my siblings" Man, TMA fan in me was like "JON IS YOUR SIBLING?! Makes sense."

......AWWW. WAIT WHAT NO. Okay. so BASICALLY, the Collector's siblings went "go play with the titans, we don't like you" blah blah, and THEN when the collector goes and plays with the titans (especially the little guys, like King) THE SIBLINGS GOT UPSET SO KILLED OFF EVERY TITAN?! But King's dad went to the Collector "YOU are the bad guy, I am hiding king from you and trapping you" DAMN IT

"I know its just pretend, but I don't care, i will pretend for as long as I want"...... Okay well again, THERE IS NO NEED FOR THE HARD HITTING LINES BRO

RAINE ARE YOU BACK?! Hell yeah, bard magic is sick, HELL YEAH, Raine pal don't injure yourself BUT GO SAVE EDA i think Belos means Eda anyway

...this isn't King's heart is it? Like, how would that work? Maybe its King's dad's heart? Idk

NOOO THE GOO GOT ONTO THE HEART, Belos that was mean, BUT RAINE YOU DID SO WELL, IGNORE BELOS YOU DID AMAZINGLY

OKAY so it isn't King's heart, that's good, i was confused

NOOOOOOo STEVE IS A PUPPET, well the whole island is, but still, STEVE I MISS YOU

"None of us felt like we fit in. So we decided to not fit in together" GOD YOU ARE HURTING MY FOUND FAMILY HEART IN THE BEST WAY

TITAN MAGIC!!?? King bestie YOU CAN DO IT

Belos I am being deadly serious what is your plan, I don't get it, you wanna kill all witches and demons, sure, but this is just making the area ugly, turning it into the dead coral reef ain't going to help

...................Okay Belos you are just ugly now. How do you keep getting uglier, its shocking

....................."You just need kindness and forgiveness huh" COLLECTOR BESTIE, OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO THAT WOULD WORK ON, BELOS IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T

"But i thought I was doing the right thing" OH MY DARLING COLLECTOR, MY KIDDO, how do you explain this to him, why is THIS the closest i have got to tears

LUZ BESTIE. If I had a nickel everytime Luz got almost turned to some form of stone in a season finale by Belos, I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice, right?

.......Alright so why is this not solving itself, am I going to have to wait until the finale minutes to see how Luz gets un-coral-ified?!

WHERE DID SHE GO, okay well now the Collector has a tiny sparkley thing of Luz she will survive, no idea how but still

DOES EVERYONE KNOW THIS IS LUZ, I would be mad as fuck if my ashes were being floated across the city, like, damn, do I not get privacy in death?!

EDA AND KING GOING FERAL BECAUSE OF LUZ'S TEMPORARY DEATH IS ALL I NEED AIUSDAOWDEJWAOR

Poor collector, he is just a kiddo, he doesn't understand, bless him

waIT NO DON'T LET GO OF LUZ, SHE IS NOT REALLY GONE DUMBASS

SEE! The little sparkley thing is vibing, in the mirror, realm bit

OH ARE WE AT THE BEGINNING AGAIN! WOO........ Okay why does King's dad have a mini Hooty in his eye and have a "Bad girl coven" t-shirt?! I LOVE HIM, but why is he so short? Is it because they aren't in normal realm so size is weird?

"I am both King and Queen, best of both things" IS THAT A HANNA MONTANNA REFERENCE?!?! IS KING'S DAD A HANNA MONTANNA FAN!? also does that mean gender is just, none existant here? SLAYY

"What? Have you been drinking Eda's homemade apple blood?" BEST RESPONCE TO THAT QUESTION

WAIT DON'T DIE KING'S DAD, NOOOOOOOOOO

.....Does this make Luz a titan? Temporarily one. "Eda the owl lady? Send her my regards. Big fan" AKJFSNFJ:EDOFL

Okay so yeah, he is huge, did think so.

RIP KING'S DAD, I WILL MISS YOU AHHHHHHHH

I will end it here for part one, its now been an hour and a half since I first started the episode and I am half way through so!

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[aresluna]

Theory about Namo, our suspicious guy.

We all agree that this guy is highly suspicious. Honestly, I think he may be involved with Chadok, because it's like he's keeping an eye on the prefects.

Let me explain in more detail

The first time we are introduced to the character of Namo is when he's trying to take a phone from a guy because that`s against the rules. We see he has a prefect band, but until Akk, Kan and Wat arrive we discover that he is not really a prefect, that he is not "qualified" to do it, he expresses that he is doing to improve his grades and begs many times to please let him be prefect, but the answer is NO (what the heck was he doing with a prefect band, where did he get it?)

A detail that I like about Akk is that although in the first episodes he seems very authoritarian, in reality all that he wants is order, he does not seem like a crazy person with power who sits on a higher step and takes advantage of this. He just wants everything to go well, no changes, no problems. I don't remember in which chapter it happens, but there is a conversation between Akk, Kan and Wat in which they agree that they want The world remembers to stop with the protests but THEY DON'T WANT ANYTHING BAD TO HAPPEN TO THEM.  In episode 6 in the beach scene with Ayan he also says he just wants them to stop, he doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

Namo with the conversation with the boy whose phone he tries to take, gives this feeling of a person who LOVES being authoritarian, feeling superior to someone, in fact he challenges this poor boy when he asks for his phone again and says "Or what? I'm a student prefect" (no sweetie, you're not).  

As a small detail, in the first episode when Kan is talking to Wat about the curse and the protesters, Namo is in the back looking at them and smiling. It's a little creepy that he seems to enjoy the "curse" being back, when everyone else is worried about such accidents. I got goosebumps when in episode 7 he asks Akk “why aren’t they punished by the Suppalo curse yet”  

         * meanwhile the flowerpot and the driverless car: am I a joke to you? *

He really wants something bad to happen to them, "so that they will learn"  Something interesting that Dika tells Ayan is that any mistake you make will be cause for you to be watched and monitored. Akk has made mistakes, Chadok is not an idiot and although Akk could have respect and idolize Teacher Chadok, for him he is just another piece in his chess game, perfectly replaceable. For him, the important thing is Suppalo keep going, no matter the form. The end justifies the means. I get the impression that Chadok is getting impatient and wants to kick Ayan out and we suspect that he has recognized Dika’s necklace, another reason to want him out as soon as possible. Akk may be being too slow, even though he's under a lot of pressure, but what about Namo? A boy who wants to be a prefect, who wants the protesters to be punished by the curse, what if this boy was a much more interesting chess piece than Akk  and can be someone in the shadows who sabotages Ayan in his search for information without being suspicious(let's not forget how Ayan directly accuses Akk when he sees that his notebook has disappeared and later admits that he knows it couldn't have been him because they were always together) the thief must be a student because he was wearing the judo suit. 

If it's true what Akk said, that everyone had their own locker key, where could they get Ayan's key from? MAYBE A COPY? hmm suspicious

Another thing that makes me suspicious of Namo is the fact that he is always a watcher. I find it interesting that Akk told him in this episode.

He's stealthy and always watching, remember when he saw Kan's fight with the homophobic jerks in the bathroom and then told Thua about it.  Always present, always watching, always listening, but we don't know anything about him. I think that in the conversation with Akk in this episode where they talk about the curse, it's not just a retoric question, I think it's almost a demand of why akk isn’t doing something to punish the protestors. Maybe I'm overanalyzing too much but I feel like HE KNOWS that akk is the curse.

I find it curious that Akk is always questioning Ayan about what his intentions are, but the reality is that the one who we don't know anything about his intentions and goals is Namo, we only know that he is someone ambitious who would like to be a prefect and who knows , perhaps he will be willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Akk wanted to be a prefect for a gay crush (something I would totally do LOL) but I feel like Namo is more about power.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry if there may be any errors, English is not my first language. I would love to know your opinions.

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