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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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that swop gifset got me thinking....ted punching someone to defend his love??? we need your take on that pretty please??? and they being the only one that gets him to take a step back??? so beard is like....wait...you're down bad, my friend.

AN: An excuse to watch clips of SWOP again? An excuse to dream of Jason Sudeikis saying “that’s for my girl!”? An excuse to pine over the perfect man that is fictional Ted Lasso? Done, done, and done-er.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Roy Kent/Keeley Jones (background), Coach Beard/Ms. Bowen (background), One Shot, Sleeping with Other People themed, light Violence but with Romantic Intention, Referenced Emotional Abuse, Getting Together

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No one was more surprised than you at how quickly you’d opened up to Ted Lasso. When you took a job at AFC Richmond you certainly thought it would be a job like any other. Nice people and a cool venue, maybe, but a job nonetheless. You did what was needed and you went home and hung out with your real friends, not your work friends.

But Ted didn’t seem to distinguish between work friend and real friend, and he convinced you time and time again to join him and the coaching staff for a drink or dinner or karaoke, and you started to return the favor inviting him out to your own favorite haunts for coffee or lunch or window shopping. It only took a few weeks of Roy and Beard saying, “maybe next time,” until the default was just you and Ted. You and Ted going to the movies, you and Ted eating ice cream and talking about your families, you and Ted going for a walk on the green and discussing past relationships. You and Ted on his couch making your way through a Rom Com Competition Bracket.

But they weren’t dates. At least, neither of you had ever said they were dates.

One Saturday in particular, Ted invited you out to a new bookstore/wine bar that had opened across town, and the two of you ran into Keeley. She was scoping out the venue for an event for a client and practically flung herself into Ted's arms. Ted saw it coming and stood up from where he sat in order to brace himself before returning to his seat with a grin.

“Babe,” she squealed when she saw you, “I can’t believe I’ve been THIS out of the loop, exactly how long have you two been shagging?!”

Your cheeks warmed immediately and you wished she was using her inside voice but you weren’t sure she had one. You looked over at Ted and tried to see what Keeley was seeing:

tiny table (there were bigger options but Ted picked this one because it was near a window)

both of you on one side so you could read the same book (Ted holding it open while you turned the pages)

two glasses of wine (you had gotten a sangria and he had gotten a white wine, but you didn’t like yours and he happily traded)

a shared stack of books in between you (the two of you picked out books that you both wanted to read so you could pass them back and forth)

So, yeah, it certainly looked like something was going on. You had paused so long Ted thought you were floundering and he responded for you. “Oh, Y/N and I, we’re not—”

“I’m meeting Roy for dinner at the Crown & Anchor in a couple hours, you two should come! Double-date!!” Keeley hadn’t heard a word and was looking down at her phone so she also wasn’t picking up on the visual cues that something was amiss. You and Ted looked at each other and you shrugged with a small smile, “yeah, sure. We’ll come to dinner.”

Keeley was out the door with a squeal and cheek kisses for you both and you laughed at the whole situation.

“Sorry, Ted, I probably should have done more to correct that.”

“No, no,” Ted waved a hand and smiled, “I’m certainly not upset bein’ mistaken for someone that could be datin’ you.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at Ted’s sentiment. The two of you were flirty sure, but that was as direct as he’d ever been that he might be interested in something more than friendship.

“Should we chug this chapter and read these drinks and head that way,” Ted joked, either oblivious to your emotional turmoil or changing the subject for his own benefit. You laughed and nodded, picking up your glass and turning the page.

Roy and Keeley were already at the Crown & Anchor when you and Ted arrived, chatting with Beard who you didn’t expect but you were happy to see all the same.

“Five of us then,” you asked as you walked over to the group, Ted just behind you, a polite hand on your lower back.

“Ah, six actually,” Beard said with a sheepish look that was unlike him.

You looked at him quizzically but it was Roy who explained, “Seems like everyone’s in a surprising fuckin’ secret relationship. Beard and Phoebe’s fuckin’ teacher, you and Ted...”

Beard quirked his eyebrow at ‘you and Ted’, but you shook your head, “Misunderstanding, we’re just friends.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Keeley and Roy responded in unison, and then gave each other a cheeky smile. Ted said nothing, just lead the group over to a six-top as Ms. Bowen joined from the bathroom, a pint already in hand.

“I was just at the bar, and that bloke over there is a right arse,” Ms. Bowen clucked her tongue, teacherly even on her night off. “He’s already sloshed and it’s barely 6:30.”

“Did he say something to you?” Beard immediately made like he was going to stand up, but Ms. Bowen stopped him with a hand to the arm and a kiss to the cheek.

“S’fine darling, just annoying,” she replied and Ted craned his neck.

“He looks annoying,” Ted responded, and you looked too and gasped.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered and Ted looked at you immediately. The rest of the group got on with their conversation, so you felt comfortable leaning into him and to privately say, “that’s Ben.”

“Ben…,” Ted looked at you confused, and then his eyes widened, “BEN, Ben?”

You nodded emphatically. Ben was your ex-boyfriend and your last relationship. You and Ted had spoken about him extensively. The ways he had manipulated you, the reasons you stayed with him for so long and how much you regretted it now. Ted, more than anyone else knew the emotional toll the man at the bar had taken on you.

“Do you.. Do you want me to go talk to him,” Ted whispered and you could see a vein in his forehead flexing.

“No, no, I would much rather have a good time,” you patted Ted’s hand in a way you meant to be reassuring, but you realized your own hand was shaking. You weren’t scared of Ben, he’d never harmed you, but you were embarrassed and anxious that you’d have to deal with him in front of your friends.

You managed to ignore Ben’s presence even as he antagonized people at the bar and made a ruckus by the dart board. Keeley and Roy begged off first after dinner, having to go pick up Phoebe from Roy’s sister’s. You, Ted, Beard and Ms. Bowen could have moved around now that there were fewer people at the table, but you chose to stay tucked into Ted’s side and he didn’t seem to mind.

“One last pint,” you asked Ted and he agreed, so you stood and he made to follow you. “No, it's okay, I’ll grab them on my way back from the bathroom.”

It had quieted at the bar, so you had truly forgotten that Ben was even there, but as you stopped and asked Mae for two more pints you knew it was him who had sidled up behind you. Sure, you and Ted flirted, but he would never grab you by the hip like that, quick and aggressive.

“Loveyyy,” Ben droned low in your ear, “One of those for me, yeah?”

“Fuck off, Ben,” you responded quietly, accepting the pints from Mae and making to return to the table.

“Ben, you know you’re cut off and if you keep acting an arse in my bar, I’ll have to ask you to leave," Mae said sternly. Ben held up his hands in a gesture of innocence but as soon as you took a step he blocked your path.

You sighed, ��Ben, seriously? I don’t want to nor do I have to play your silly games. Pardon me.” You stepped to the side and so did Ben. He loomed over you and was just drunk enough that although he’d never hurt you before, you couldn’t quite trust his intentions.

Ted appeared at your elbow, his hands in the pockets of his khakis. You knew because you always checked his hands first when things were tense. He was looking only at you, not Ben.

“Need a hand, I can grab one of those,” Ted offered and you handed him one of the pints with a smile. He stepped back so you could walk in front of him and he could keep Ben away from you, but Ben wouldn’t be put off so easily.

“Oh, what not even going to ask after me mate,” Ben asked aggressively, shoulder checking Ted so his beer sloshed to the already sticky floor.

Ted chuckled but it was a humorless sound. You quickly sat your beer on the table with Beard and Ms. Bowen who were so lost in each other they hadn’t noticed anything going on. You hurried back to Ben and Ted to try to keep the peace.

“Ah, no need to ask after you,” Ted responded, “I know who ya are. And we ain’t mates.”

“You’re shaggin’ this old man now, Y/N? Best you could do after me?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting Ted to shake his head and walk away but you were surprised when he sat his beer down and shook his hands out before putting them back in his pockets, the vein in his forehead flexing again. You’d never seen him so agitated. You picked up Ted’s beer, and pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and into your own, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. It seemed you were getting through to him because he looked at you and this time his small smile seemed genuine.

He turned to follow you, his hand firmly in yours but then Ben pressed a rough hand into his shoulder. “I bet she’s blowing your fuckin’ mind, isn’t she mate? Does she do that thing with her tongue? She’s always been such a little sl—”

Ben was cut off by Ted’s fist hitting the side of his chin, and he went down, hard. Ted had pulled himself from your grasp in order to hit him and now he stood over him, chest heaving with rage, the bar silent around you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped and Beard was near you in an instant, pulling you away in case things escalated, but Ben just sat up and didn’t move to continue the fight. Ted grabbed him by the collar of his shirt anyway. “You didn’t deserve her, ya hear me,” Ted said quietly.

“It’s okay Ted, s’alright,” you called to him, and Beard tugged him away, giving Mae an apologetic wave and hustling all of you outside. As soon as the cold air hit, Ted turned remorseful.

“Ah jeez, I’m sorry,” Ted said looking down at his feet as he walked next to Beard, you and Ms. Bowen behind.

“Don’t need to apologize to me,” Beard grunted. “But I also don’t think you and Y/N are much of a 'misunderstanding'. We’ve been friends for many years and I’ve made many enemies, and I’ve never seen ya like that.”

“Well, Beardo, you can defend yourself…”

“Sure. Rupert’s still unpunched though. He just got a game of darts.”

Ted chuckled and Beard patted him on the back reaching for Ms. Bowen’s hand to lead her away from the pub. “Just talk to her.”

You walked up behind Ted, looping your arm through his as Beard and Ms. Bowen disappeared into the night, having heard none of their quiet conversation. The two of you started walking towards Ted’s in silent agreement and quiet contemplation.

Ted stopped outside of his apartment, “You’re welcome to come up, but I understand if you, ah, need some space. I’m so sorry, Y/N, that was… I should have controlled myself better.”

“That was probably the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And incredibly hot,” you slipped in the last part quickly and Ted smiled as he turned to meet your eye.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you responded. “Makes me wonder how else you might…lose control.” You trailed a bold finger down the buttons of Ted’s shirt and watched as he blushed.

“Well in that case,” Ted inclined his head up towards his apartment and you nodded. “I’ll do anything for my girl.”

You grinned at that, and hooked a finger in between the buttons of Ted’s shirt, stopping him before he could walk up the stairs and pressing your lips to his, trying to impart everything you felt for him. He met you eagerly, a gentle hand to your jaw to tilt your face and properly slot your lips together. You pulled away just enough to make your way safely up the stairs and not embarrass yourselves in front of Ms. Shipley.

The heat cooled a little when the two of you made it in the apartment, the gravity of the shift in your relationship really settling over you. But you smiled and so did he as the two of you sat on the couch, barely a breath of space between you.

“I know this is going to sound crazy because Ben and I broke up a year ago, but god, that felt like closure. I feel like I owe you, Ted.”

Ted took your hand in his and you met his gaze, surprised at the amount of emotion you saw there, “I love you for free, Y/N.”

“I love you for free. Ted.”

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shortsighted-owl · 1 year

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by these outstandingly talented individuals: @wh0re-behavi0r @monsterrae1 @swiftiediaz @thekristen999 @rogerzsteven @comaboybuck @honestlydarkprincess @buddierights @spaceprincessem @rewritetheending @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @ebdaydreamer @souschefdiaz @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

A little late Inspiration Saturday Moodboard, and some more of the 3x16 edition for the future ‘Velvet and bone Codas’ - Other snippets Here and Here and Here

Music Inspiration - Putting the dog to sleep By The Antlers The apartment fire rages, and of course Buck wants to rappel down the damn burning building to save Gladys.

Eddie makes his sentiment known, but stands beside Buck regardless, eyeing up the jump they're going to make once they reach the top of the adjacent block.

Buck may be reckless at times with himself - and sometimes all Eddie really wants to do is take him by those broad shoulders and make him listen, make him see that he has people who care for him - but his intuition, that spark when he spots a path, a way, is electric to be part of. To know, and to be allowed to know.

Without his helmet, the rain has flattened Buck's curls, the blonde muted to a sodden brown, the fine soot that had snuck its way into his hair now washing down his face, following the curve of his cheek, the line of his nose. Eddie turns his gaze away, tilting his head back to the sky. The coolness of the rain is a balm on his face and neck after canvassing the inferno, even with his helmet still firmly in place.

There’s no lightning here, no falling rocks, no freezing silt filled water, or narrow boreholes. There’s familiarity in the heat, and ash, and soot, in someone who needs them. Somewhere in the triage tent behind him, Hoover the cat meows, hoarse and harsh.

With Bobby's final nod of approval, they sling their kit over their shoulders, and together start their ascent, following each other like shadows.

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animemusicbrackets · 9 months

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BRACKET IS HERE!!!

(Text version, with dates under the cut below)

matches will start going up on Saturday August 12th

all polls (except the final) will be 1 day long

if you can, please try to take the time to watch the videos of the EDs that you are unfamiliar with!

since there were two free spots, and I Am God Here, i have made the extremely democratic executive decision to add two endings that I really like which got submissions but didnt make the cut. These are "Yamiyo" by Eve [Dororo 2019] and "Who am I?" by (K)NoW_NAME [Dorohedoro], and they will be battling eachother in part D.

propaganda welcome :)

Tag List: round 1 round 2 round 3 quarterfinals semifinals finals third place round intermission round propaganda bracket updates matches (the actual polls, not including any reblogs)

ROUND 1

PART A (8/12 12:00pm ET)

Match 1: "Sugar Song and Bitter Step" by UNISON SQUARE GARDEN [Kekkai Sensen] {VS} "Wareta Ringo" by Risa Taneda [Shin Sekai Yori] Match 2: "Sayonara Bye Bye" by Mawatari Matsuko (JPN), Stephanie Nadolny (ENG) [Yu Yu Hakusho] {VS} "Tenchi Gaeshi" by NICO Touches the Walls [Haikyuu!!] Match 3: "Hare Hare Yukai" by Aya Hirano, Minori Chihara, Yuuko Gotou [Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu] {VS} "Shikisai" by yama [SPYxFAMILY] Match 4: "Mephisto" by QUEEN BEE [Oshi no Ko] {VS} "Hectopascal" by Yuuki Takada, Minako Kotobuki [Bloom Into You] Match 5: "Virtual Star Embryology" by Maki Kamiya [Revolutionary Girl Utena] {VS} "Zetsubou Billy" by Maximum the Hormone [Death Note] Match 6: "gravity" by Maaya Sakamoto (Composer - Yoko Kanno) [WOLF'S RAIN] {VS} "Aishiteru" by Callin' [Natsume Yuujinchou] Match 7: "Roundabout" by Yes [JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: The Animation] {VS} "RED" by Survive Said The Prophet [Banana Fish] Match 8: "Shubidubi☆Sweets Time" by Miyamoto Kanako [Precure: KiraKira Pretty Cure A La Mode] {VS} "Fight Song" by Eve [Chainsaw Man]

PART B (8/14 12:00pm ET)

Match 9: "Uso" by SID [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood] {VS} "Stand By Me" by the peggies [Sarazanmai] Match 10: "Zzz" by Sayaka Sasaki [Nichijou] {VS} "Mashi Mashi" by NICO Touches the Walls [Haikyuu!!] Match 11: "Trust Me" by Yuya Matsushita [Durarara!!] {VS} "Nomic" by ACCAMER [I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss] Match 12: "OverThink" by Fan Ka [Link Click] {VS} "aLIEz" by Sawano Hiroyuki [Aldnoah.Zero] Match 13: "Shunkan Sentimental" by SCANDAL [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood] {VS} "Don't say 'lazy'" by Youko Hikasa [K-On!] Match 14: "You Only Live Once" by Hatano Wataru [Yuri!!! on ICE] {VS} "Prayer X" by King Gnu [Banana Fish] Match 15: "Shissou" by LAST ALLIANCE [Ouran High School Host Club] {VS} "Kimi No Shiranai" by Supercell [Bakemonogatari] Match 16: "Truth" by Ruka Yumi [Revolutionary Girl Utena] {VS} "The Real Folk Blues" by The Seatbelts feat. Mai Yamane [Cowboy Bebop]

PART C (8/16 12:00pm ET)

Match 17: "LOST IN PARADISE" by ALI feat. AKLO [Jujutsu Kaisen] {VS} "About a Voyage" by Sayuri [Boku No Hero Academia] Match 18: "Groovy!" by Kohmi Hirose [Cardcaptor Sakura] {VS} "I Want You" by Savage Garden [JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable] Match 19: "Refrain Boy" by ALL OFF [Mob Psycho 100] {VS} "Fuyu Biyori" by Eri Sasaki [Yuru Camp] Match 20: "In the Back Room" by syudou [Chainsaw Man] {VS} "homework never ends" by Mawatari Matsuko (JPN), Sara White (ENG) [Yu Yu Hakusho] Match 21: "Red:birthmark" by AiNA THE END [Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury] {VS} "Infinity" by Yuuri [Sk8 the Infinity] Match 22: "Reason" by Yuzu [Hunter x Hunter] {VS} "Datte Atashi no Hiro" by LiSA [Boku No Hero Academia] Match 23: "Wind" by Akeboshi [Naruto] {VS} "Memosepia" by sajou no hana [Mob Psycho 100] Match 24: "SPLASH FREE" by STYLE FIVE [Free!] {VS} "Chou Cream Funk" by Philosophy no Dance [Mashle: Magic and Muscles]

PART D (8/18 12:00pm ET)

Match 25: "Sore wa Chiisana Hikari no Youna" by Sayuri [Erased (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi)] {VS} "Sayonara-gokko" by amazarashi [Dororo (2019)] Match 26: "Comedy" by Gen Hoshino [SPYxFAMILY] {VS} "Aoi Honoo" by ITOWOKASHI [Black Clover] Match 27: "Broken Youth" by NICO Touches the Walls [Naruto: Shippuden] {VS} "Shiki no Uta" by Minmi [Samurai Champloo] Match 28: "Magia" by Kalafina [Puella Magi Madoka Magica] {VS} "For the Love of Life" by David Sylvian [Monster] Match 29: "Torches" by Aimer [Vinland Saga] {VS} "I'm Alive" by Becca [Black Butler] Match 30: "Hyouri Ittai" by Yuzu [Hunter x Hunter] {VS} "Akatsuki" by Akiko Shikata [Yona of the Dawn] Match 31: "Fly Me to the Star" by Starlight Kuku Gumi [Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight] {VS} "Daisy" by STEREO DIVE FOUNDATION [Kyoukai no Kanata] Match 32: "Yamiyo" by Eve [Dororo 2019] {VS} "Who am I?" by (K)NoW_NAME [Dorohedoro]

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sylphidine · 6 months

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 31

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: T,M. Tanner, Spamton Addison, Swatch Paletta

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Breather Level

Chapter summary: T.M. stumbles upon some of Spamton's unlockable content.

Author notes:

So sorry for the long delay in posting. World news affecting friends and family in both my online and offline lives, as well as my employment situation being precarious, have been a bit of a distraction.

In addition, writing the Spamton flashback chapters was a bit of an emotional drain on me, more than I expected. I put a lot of my own experiences into those chapters as a survivor of a power-imbalanced abusive relationship and rejection by blood family, leading to my own stint as a homeless person for some months, as well as trying to follow Spamton's arc in DELTARUNE Chapter 2.

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“Sorry I had to steal your boyfriend away from you, Birdman, but I needed those magic hands of his.”

“Mmmmmhmmm. Far be it from me to hoard all that talent for myself. You know I’ll always share, Moggy.”

“You g-guys? I’m st-st-still in the room, you know.”

“As if I could ever forget, Short Stuff.”

The three of them were currently squished together on the loveseat. Swatch had their arm around T.M.’s shoulders; Spamton lay across Swatch’s lap with his legs partially draped over T.M.'s lap as well, his head on one armrest and his feet braced on the other.

T.M. leaned over Swatch’s chest to ruffle Spamton’s hair. She expected him to pull away with some kind of comment about “hands off the merchandise”, but instead Spamton gave her an exaggerated wink and rubbed the side of her hand with the side of his head like a cat demanding skritches.

Well. That was unexpected. But she was glad to see him more cheerful than he’d been on Tuesday night. She still felt uncomfortable about the way she’d snapped at him, when he’d obviously just been looking for someone to talk to, and the days following had kept her too busy to make a formal apology.

All hell had broken loose, metaphorically speaking, at WRCI that week once the latest spike of world news crossed the AP wire service. Leroux Kaard had put out an all-hands alert to staffers that all DJs would need to learn how to record up-to-the-minute reports to play during their scheduled slots, to take some of the load off Kit Evslin, the station’s News Director, and Kit’s two assistants.

As Production Manager, T.M. had tapped Spamton first to help her with the back end in the production studio, because of his previous experience with mixing boards. She did the one-on-one training with the rest of the staff, he took over making the cartridges with messages from the station’s advertising patrons. She didn’t know anyone else, besides herself and Spamton, who would leave Prodo cleaner than the way they’d found it.

Now it was Saturday night at Swatch’s and Spamton’s place. The other two had done tag-team cooking to make chicken and broccoli with alfredo sauce, T.M. had brought over some cocktail shrimp. The leftovers were already parceled out, labeled, and packed in the fridge.

She smiled down at the short man, then shifted slightly back into the curve of Swatch’s arm. They tilted their head to lean onto the top of hers and said, “I’m too comfortable to move from this spot.”

Which was almost exactly what was on T.M.’s mind, In more ways than one.

And as if Spamton had also tapped into her brain, he started quietly singing, “Make the world go away…”

T.M. acknowledged that sentiment with a quiet “Mmmmmhmmmm”.

“Then it’s settled,” Swatch answered her. “None of us are ever leaving this couch again. Sorry, Moggy, you live here now.” “Suits me. My legs are asleep anyway.”

“How refined.”.

“Hey, that’s my line,” she pouted. “Someone ought to whip you into shape!”

“Hey, yourself. I’m not the one who writes ‘manage tasks’ next to every entry in her day planner!”

“And I’m not the one who stays up so late drawing and painting and gets so tired that they expect colors to flow from their fingertips when they wave their hand!”

“Are - are you two f-fighting or flir-flirting? It's hard to tell."

T.M. caught the uncertainty in Spamton's voice and made sure her tone didn't sound like a mocking one when she replied. "It's more play-fighting than anything, I guess. Me and Swatch were quoting our old teacher, Sister Agneta Marques. She was a real trip. More bark than bite."

Swatch was quick to interject, "And, no, she wasn't one of those nuns who slap your hand with a ruler, like you hear about. Her idea of whipping people into shape was having kids do something to stretch what they were already good at. The literal extra mile for the kids who liked to run, pre-algebra problems for the kids who liked math. She made it a challenge instead of discipline.”

“I wish there were more teachers like that around, but these days teachers don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with some of the shit kids pull. No wonder so many of them get burned out, even the nuns.” An idea struck her, and she asked, "So, Spamton, what about you? Any teachers in your past who influenced you?'

She wasn't prepared for the reaction she got. T.M. could literally see Spamton's leg muscles tense despite him not fully touching her, and she felt Swatch suck in a breath as she leaned on them.

Oops.

"Ooookay. What did I say wrong? I think I just wandered into a minefield."

Swatch stayed silent, and Spamton's verbal response wasn't immediate. She saw him tightly close his eyes; behind his lenses, his eyelids almost looked bruised. After a minute, he gave an incredibly cynical-sounding chuckle.

"Funny you should mention influences. Swatch and I have pretty much done nothing for the last week except talk about a particular teacher who ‘INFLUENCED’ me.” Another hard bark of laughter. “I wouldn't say that my 'teacher' was as well-meaning as yours."

Whoa.

Boy, had she ever struck a nerve. Spamton had spat that out without stuttering over a single syllable. His entire voice was different. Brasher, deeper, harsher, and getting louder as he went along. Almost as if someone else was speaking through him.

And he sounded PISSED.

Maybe not pissed at her, but pissed all the same.

T.M.'s mind went blank. Swatch's chest barely moved under her shoulder blade. Spamton's posture was completely rigid. The awkwardness in the room was practically palpable.

Spamton abruptly swung his legs to the edge of the loveseat and wriggled off Swatch's lap. As he clumsily got to his feet, he muttered, "I’m so fucking tired. Tired of - tired of thinking about this, and t–t-t-talking about it, and c-covering this shit over and over and over again. I n-n-need some space.”

T.M. watched him stumble out of the living room. A minute later she heard the door to the bedroom he and Swatch shared close; not a slam, but definitely in the forceful side.

Waves of embarrassment, confusion and guilt washed over her, and some of that must have conveyed itself to Swatch, because suddenly they had dragged her into their lap, their arms completely around her, their breath stirring her hair as they crooned, “it’s alright, it’s alright, you couldn’t have known.”

She tried to calm her own breathing; she hadn’t realized she was nearly gasping until some air almost went down the wrong pipe and she narrowly avoided coughing. She concentrated on the feeling and sound of Swatch’s heartbeat against her cheek.

Finally T.M. felt confident enough to make an attempt to speak. “Sorry I broke the mood, Swatchy.” She scootched back to sit on the cushion next to Swatch, not wanting to put too much weight on their bad leg.

“You did no such thing,” they reassured her. “Are you okay?”

So much for hiding from Swatch that Spamton’s tone had reminded her of her father’s voice in the buildup before words turned to blows. Swatch knew her too well.

“I will be,” she said. “Question is, is Spamton? Does he really want space, or should we go check on him? You’d know better than I would.”

“Hmmm.” Swatch leaned back and looked up at the ceiling for a minute, then back at her. “ I wouldn’t presume to guess; I’ve never had him ask for space from me before.” They gave a small sigh before continuing, “Between you and me, there are times when he’s downright clingy, and without breaking any confidences, he’s had reason to be.”

“Huh.”

“If I felt sure that it wouldn’t completely freak him out, I’d try a Wonder Wheel, like we used to do with Catechu when we were all kids.”

She had to ransack her memories before she recognized the reference. “Oh, yeah, Wonder Wheel! Protection circle so that the monsters wouldn’t get him. Why did Fairlight let us watch those horror movies so late at night, anyway?“

Swatch answered, “Because she knew that we’d literally have each other’s backs when we were scared, and she was right.”

T.M. smiled at the recollection. “And let me guess. Without breaking any confidences, would you say Spamton thought he had people who had his back, and those people let him down?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmmm.”

She was suddenly reminded of the handful of times in the three years they’d been suitemates that GiGi had turned to T.M. for “Squishy Boob Comfort”, even though GiGi herself had a lot more in that area than T.M. had. GiGi meant nothing racy by it, but T.M. wasn’t so sure that Spamton would see it quite that way.

“Do we go for trying a Wonder Wheel anyway?” she asked now, before she could lose her nerve.

Swatch considered it for a minute, and then replied. “Worth a try, but I may have to crash at your place if it goes badly.”

“Understood.”

“No, I’m not sure if you do. If you don’t want Spamton to freak out, he absolutely *needs* to be the big spoon.”

T.M. blinked. “Ohhhhh-kay then. A little more TMI than I needed or wanted to know. So that puts you in the middle spot? Different. But I’ll go with it. Not like you and I have never napped together before.”

“Good on ya, Moggy.” Swatch got to their feet and gallantly extended their hand to help her up. They both walked quietly down the hallway and Swatch gently tapped on the bedroom door before slowly opening it.

In the darkened room, Spamton was curled up like a shrimp in the exact center of the bed, his eyes closed, his glasses off, one foot tucked under the other. He acknowledged Swatch’s and T.M.’s presence with a grunt..

Swatch cleared their throat and said in a questioning tone, “Permission to sit?” It sounded like a code to T.M.

Without moving from his tightly coiled position or opening his eyes, Spamton answered, “P-permission granted. You too, T.M.”

T.M. took her cue from Swatch and waited for them to sit before moving carefully around to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge. It made for a bit of an odd position, with her body mostly turned away from the other two, but she was trying not to make any more blunders.

After a minute, Spamton said, “I still - still don’t want to talk.”

“Then we don’t have to talk.” Swatch took off their shoes and closed the bedroom door halfway so only a little light crept in from the hallway. They swung their legs onto the bed and lay flat on their back. “No talk, only cuddle.”

Spamton gave a sigh and repeated, “N-no talk, only c-cuddle.” He opened his eyes, looked at T.M., and gave her a watery smile. “You might as - as well st-stay over. It’s - it’s late, and there’s room.” He patted the bed and turned over, pillowing his head on Swatch’s chest.

Well.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

“No talk, only cuddle,” T.M.agreed. She removed her Doc Martens boots, got onto the bed and lay down on her side so that she could drape one arm over both Spamton and Swatch.

She surprised herself by falling asleep, not even ten minutes later.

#deltarune fanfiction #human!au #t.m. tanner #swatch paletta #spamton addison #sylph writes #fic: call signs #deltarune chapter 2

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A Time and a Place - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

Warnings: Sad Ending!! - Physical Violence - Abandonment Please note that even though the first two chapters of the fic are just pure good old fluff and sunshine and rainbows, this was written with a bad ending in mind so, proceed carefully.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Content Tag: Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 16k (Chapter 1: 4k / Chapter 2: 4.5k / Chapter 3: 7.5k)

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Chapter 3

Dating Eddie was a bit like getting the role of a prey in a nature documentary.

When it was just the two of you, his nurturing side would be on full display. There was not one time you had approached him with a question, a remark, a piece of information that he had not acted upon for your benefit as soon as he had been able to.

He never failed to be supportive, comforting, sensible, interesting, driven, passionate... You could go on forever.

His manners, entirely irreproachable, made you feel like if there was anything your school life had brought you, you were glad it was Eddie.

***

“Another one?”

You had spent the night at Eddie’s one Tuesday after a show, and were all but ready to spend the entire day in his loving arms, but school was afoot.

You had held onto him as tightly as you could as he had tried to get out of bed, placing all of your chances to win him over in the cuteness of your sleepy face -Eddie’s words. But ultimately, with him telling you that he ‘could not have you follow in his footsteps and re-do your last year of high school seventy times’, you had defeatedly gotten up and readied yourself as well.

Up until Eddie had returned back to his room, knocking on the door first to not surprise you, and he had seen you, wearing one of his custom-made band shirts.

“This is the third one this month,” Eddie had argued, though a smile stretched his lips.

“But they’re so comfy,” had been your comeback. A comeback Eddie had not been in the slightest required to hear to give you any and all articles of clothing he owned.

Eddie had walked towards you, his arms circling your waist as he had peered down at you with a smirk.

“If you keep stealing my clothes, I might just have to get the police involved.”

“Since when are you such a puritan?”

“Since someone started taking so many of my clothes I might just have to turn up naked at school and- don’t you dare give me that look,” he had laughed as you had raised your hands in the air.

“Can I keep this one though? Please? I’ll bring back the others Saturday, I promise.”

Eddie had chuckled, shaking his head, “fine, but I’ll have to keep this on your public record.”

“But, I thought ‘Love knoweth no laws’?”

There was a pause as Eddie had silently gasped.

“Did you just quote Judas Priest at me?”

You had bitten your lip, unable to hold back the grin spreading on your face.

Eddie had pulled you towards him, rotating both of your bodies so that he could tackle you on his bed and start a tickle war.

As you both stood breathless, Eddie’s eyes gazing down at you fondly, his hand had moved to the side of your head.

Your face had leaned into his touch as he had spoken: “what did I ever do to deserve you…”

***

And then, there were also the moments you looked forward to the least, like having to go to school. And though this was a sentiment shared by the vast majority of your peers, not all of them had to hide their relationship as if it was a governmental secret, or, at least, that’s the amount of effort Eddie put into hiding it.

You didn’t speak at school, much less hug or hold hands. Everything was just as it always had been after you returned to school despite being in a relationship.

You would wave when seeing the other on the opposite side of the corridor or when your eyes, almost instinctively, flitted to the other when you were in the same room, but that was it. No secretive fingers brushing when you passed by each other in the corridor -though your hands always ached to feel separated from their partners- no grandiose declarations of love as you headed for your different classes -even if you wanted nothing more than to scream your love for him- and, by god, no mention of the other wherever eavesdropping could potentially ruin your cover.

School pretty much felt like hell -which, again, most of your schoolmates would agree on, regardless of relationship status.

Still, you knew this was for his and your sake, so you powered through the five days of intense withdrawal, glad to at least have Tuesdays as a respite when you would, without fault, be at his gigs, and then you had your entire weekends free for you to come to him, or him to come to you.

***

“No see, I just know that’s not correct because Washington became president at 57,” you had said from your bed as Eddie had been seated on the floor. He had been going through your history class flashcards and ‘helping you’ revise, though you had done more of the ‘explaining all of your classes’ to Eddie which, in its own right, was an even better way of studying than robotically repeating back facts and events from flashcards.

“That old, huh?” Eddie had said, flipping the card around to look at the notes you had written there.

“Well, Frodo was 50 when he began his quest,” you had replied, leaning over him and gently prying the cards out of his hands and placing them on the floor beside him, ready to take a break.

“Did you just compare George Washington to a Hobbit?” Eddie asked before bursting out in laughter.

The hilarity resulting from your comment was so great that Eddie had to lay down on the floor, his body convulsing in erratic spasms as you had pouted.

“Can’t prove to me he wasn’t 3ft tall and didn’t have hairy feet,” you had shrugged, coming down from your bed and sitting next to Eddie as he had tried to regain a hint of control over his breathing.

Before long, Eddie had pushed himself up, his back resting against your bed and your shoulders brushing each other.

“Imagine if you’d have to wait 57 years for the most history book worthy thing to happen to you,” Eddie had said pensively, his hands playing with his rings as he looked around your room.

You did not quite know if it was from how tired you were suddenly feeling, the soporific factor of history classes finally catching up to you even without the nasally voice of your teacher, or if being in Eddie’s presence comforted you so much that you felt like nothing in the world could happen to you, but your eyes glazed over a little as you looked at the side of his face.

“Thankfully, I don’t have to imagine that,” you had said quietly, your infatuation shaking you awake slightly.

“Hmm?” Eddie had turned his head to look at you.

“I think I got all the gratification in the world from meeting you.”

Eddie’s eyes had widened at your words. You had taken one of his hands in your own, feeling the cold metal of his rings against your skin as you had brushed your fingertips over them.

“Eddie,” you had whispered his name, feeling the buildup of emotion in the depth of your soul and from the tips of your toes to the end of your hair. An emotion which you had known for a long time now had captured your heart with the label ‘Eddie’ attached to it. An emotion which, though you had shown it to him many times before, you had not yet expressed verbally.

There had been a pause as you had taken a breath, steadying your breath as your heart was a lost cause, and looked deeply into Eddie’s eyes.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s face had quickly shifted from confusion to euphoria.

His free hand had come up to your face, gently cupping your cheeks, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you’d replied, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand.

Eddie’s face reddened rapidly as his eyes narrowed, “Oh is this how you’re gonna play it?” You had squealed as he had lifted you up and placed you on your bed, “I love you even more!”

“I love you the best!” you had giggled as he placed small kisses on your neck.

“I love you the bestest,” Eddie had breathed in your ear, silencing you for good before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

***

Time seemed to escape your grasp as you fully embraced the status of your new life…

Until one fateful Tuesday.

The bar was as full as ever that night, and you wished you could fully attribute it to the Corroded Coffin’s continuously flawless performances -which did help- but the cataclysmic defeat the Hawkins High basketball team had suffered today led a few more unfamiliar faces to The Hideout’s open doors.

Most of them were older teens, proudly showing off their IDs as they got their booze and smuggled some off to their younger friends, laying in wait and foaming at the mouth in the darkened street corner next to the bar. The Hideout was not the most well-renowned bar for upholding the law anyway, which is partially how Eddie’s band got their gigs in the first place.

You came in through the open doors, both of your friends at your side. You had spent the afternoon together as classes had been suspended for the rest of the day because of the match. You really did not feel enough solidarity for the sports team -who was mostly composed of the jocks who picked on ‘your kind’ at school anyway- to show up at the match.

Eddie had proposed that you spend the afternoon together but you had gently shut him down, reminding him of that one time you had spent a Saturday afternoon at his place and nearly missed his show because of you two getting ‘distracted’.

Therefore, here you were, following your friends to the bar, light on your feet as your eyes were glued to the stage. The boys were just starting to settle down their instruments and your eyes fixed themselves on Eddie. You had not seen him the whole day and, at the risk of sounding a bit too clingy, you had missed him desperately.

There was just something about living in the same town as your partner, sharing your ‘workplace’ and being in the technical possibility of seeing each other within a few minutes drive that rendered your heart so capriciously obsessive when it would not get what it wanted for even 24 hours.

You signalled to your friends that you’d be back in just a second and they waved you off, acting dismissive but still watching over you as you made your way to the stage.

You climbed the small stairs on the side of the stage, familiar with the layout of the place, now.

“Need any help?” You asked Doug who was the first to greet you.

“I’m fine, thanks, but Gareth might need a hand adjusting his cymbals… again.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, the jab at his friend referring to an inside joke you were not privy to. You smiled when Gareth threw one of his drumsticks at Doug’s back, the instrument falling to the floor with a soft ‘plonk’.

Playing ‘don’t step on the cables’, you manoeuvred around Doug and Jeff as they fiddled with their amps, picking up the thrown drum stick as you went.

Finally reaching Gareth, you held up two of his cymbals and he turned a screw, tightening the clasps that held them at his preferred height.

“Perfect, thanks,” Gareth gave you a two finger salute as you handed him the drum stick.

You looked back at Doug and Jeff who were throwing their picks into the air and catching them, sometimes stealing the other’s and shoving each other slightly.

Shaking your head with a laugh, you looked at the last person you had not talked to so far, and yet, the one you yearned to be with the most -no shade to the rest of the Corroded Coffin.

“Hi,” you said, crouching next to Eddie as he plugged in his amp.

His eyes followed your movement and he smiled, “hey,” his eyes returned to the amp as he rotated a few buttons, “can you tell me if the second diode on the side is lit up?”

You leaned away from him, searching with intent until your eyes fixated on the light, “hmm, yep! It’s red though-”

You gasped as you felt Eddie place a kiss on your temple, holding your head in place with a gentle hand under your chin.

“It’s red because my you-metre is very low today,” he said, letting go of your chin and smiling down at you, “I feel better now, can you check it again?”

You huffed and kept a close eye on him as you looked at the amp again, seeing the light turning a vibrant green.

You shook your head laughing, “you absolute dork.”

“Hm, I’m your dork though,” he said, catching one of your hands and squeezing it.

As you were about to respond, a sudden loud clattering at the entrance of the bar made you both jump. Your eyes took a second to focus on the distant figures, but when they did you could not peel your eyes away from them.

The Hawkins Tigers.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” You heard Eddie whisper beside you, standing up as he took a few steps towards the front of the stage.

There were only four of them, but that still did not calm your nerves one bit.

They went over to the counter, ordering beverages -though one look at them could easily tell you that they were already significantly blitzed.

The way they staggered to the stools, earning glares from some of the patrons already present, made you wince. You watched as they settled on the seats right next to your friends and you felt the blood drain from your veins to the soles of your feet.

The sound of your heartbeat in your ears was too loud to make out what was being said, but you saw your friends trying to shrug off one persistent basketball player.

The barman started intervening, his voice louder, deeper and more commanding than anyone else’s.

But the impetuous Tiger here was not alone, he had brought a few others with him and, as deadly as they could be when they were solitary, you were horrified of what a whole ambush of Tigers could do -especially if intoxicated.

In a second, your feet scrambled under you and you rushed towards your friends, making a beeline in-between the bodies of the patrons to reach the counter.

As you reached the stools, the barman had finished hissing something. The bar had gone completely quiet at that, only Eddie’s footsteps as he arrived behind you registered in your ears. You stood beside your friend as they made to leave their seat, but they were instantly pulled back by the basketballer.

You felt shivers crawl up your skin, and Eddie’s shoulders next to you rolled back.

There was a beat of silence. And then…

SMACK

The sound of the slap reverberated against the walls, the bottles, the glasses, the overhead lights… A collective gasp had been taken and no other sound could be heard, even the constant buzzing of electricity seemed to flinch and retreat.

Suddenly, a fight broke out. Both of your friends trying to leave the grasp of the psycho Tiger as he dug his nails in their arm, the barman walking around his counter to throw the basketball team out, a few patrons joining in to help him as the Tigers did not cooperate.

You held your friend in your arms as they managed to escape, your head turning towards the attacker and seeing Eddie stepping in front of you.

“Ah, the freak,” the jock said, a humourless laugh leaving their throat, “and company,” he said, looking past him at the rest of the Corroded Coffin who had just appeared beside you and your friends.

“You should leave, now,” Eddie said.

You could see his back flexing in anticipation for a fight, and you wondered how much the insult got to him, still, and how much he had had to fend off for himself from an early age when no one would protect him from bullies.

The Tiger raised his hands up, slurring every single word coming out of his distorted mouth -though it might have been an attempt at an amiable smile.

“I should at least get my drink first, right?” He said, turning towards the counter.

Your eyes widened as he took a glass and rapidly swung it towards Eddie. Springing to your feet, the glass hit the side of your arm with a strong blow before rolling out of the basketball player’s hand and crashing on the floor.

The barman and one other patron managed to grab him, holding his flailing arms in place so he would not hurt anyone else before throwing him out onto the curb.

You hissed as you felt a pressure on your arm.

“Are you ok?” Eddie asked, his face concern-ridden.

You noticed he had barely applied any pressure, and yet your upper arm felt like it was on fire.

“Y-yeah,” you whispered.

Eddie looked unconvinced as you turned towards your friends, “you guys ok?”

They gave small smiles and nods but you could see terror lingering in their irises.

“We should call it a night,” I added, I’ll drive you back- ouch-”

As you reached into your pocket to retrieve your keys, you felt your arm sear with pain.

“Gareth, take them home,” Eddie said with a low tone and his bandmate nodded.

“Eddie, it’s fine, I can-”

You did not have the courage to finish your sentence after the pointed glare Eddie sent your way. You had seen him angry before, but the depth of his glare made him appear like he was at his breaking point.

You closed your mouth, swallowing your protest as he fished the keys to his van in his pocket and gave them to Gareth; Doug and Jeff followed closely behind as they formed a triangle around your friends.

As Eddie excused himself to the owner of the bar, your ears buzzed out the conversation.

Something in Eddie’s reaction had fully thrown you off; you had not been scared of him -and never had been- but were unsettled as you could not quite place your emotions.

The way his eyes had immediately shifted to a seething pain when you tried to brush off your own suffering, it felt as if, deep inside of him, a thread that was tightly held around a part of his heart had snapped, unleashing his feelings in full force.

“I’ve got one in my car,” you intervened when you heard the two men in front of you mention a first-aid kit.

Eddie nodded, saying his goodbyes to the barman as he escorted you back to your car.

You gave him your keys and he opened the passenger door for you, moving away silently to grab the kit in the trunk of your car. He took off his rings, slipping them into the front pocket of his jean jacket before taking the pair of gloves in the kit and putting them on.

Everything was quiet as he rolled your sleeve up, and, no matter how gentle he was, you could not help the wince that left your lips. After that, Eddie was even softer, if that was possible, with his movements as he applied an antiseptic wipe to your arm before placing a cold compress to it, only breaking the silence to ask you to hold it in place as he wrapped a bandage around it.

You held back a few whimpers as the pressure on your arm sent a violent shot of electricity through it.

“I’m sorry,” you said as Eddie rolled your sleeve back down, making sure the fabric of your clothes did not brush against the injury.

Eddie’s hands hovered your arm and you watched as they trembled slightly.

“No, you’re not.”

Your eyes flitted back up to his, watching them stare at the ground as he took off the gloves, “you have nothing to be sorry for, so don’t be.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing but nothing came out of it.

There were millions of thoughts rushing through your head at the moment, and the pain in your arm distracted you from picking one from the crowd and formulating it.

Eddie moved away from you again, bringing the first-aid kit back to the trunk. And you pivoted your body fully inside of the car, the smell of the antiseptic hitting your nose as your senses absorbed the situation, as if taking a sensorial photograph of it to store in your long-term memory.

---

The drive back to your place was silent, the radio not even loud enough to make out one song from another.

Eddie, you learned, was very much capable of driving softly and safely as he avoided every hole and bump in the road. The constant vibration of your car however, felt like a small drill piercing through your arm slowly.

When Eddie pulled the car up to your house, he quickly made his way over to your side and opened the door. You thanked him when he helped you up, and thanked him again when you reached your doorstep.

You bit your lip, thinking a bit more clearly about everything you wanted to say, everything you wanted to ask, dig for the reason for his change of behaviour…

Instead, your uninjured arm reached for his as he took a step back from you, “won’t you stay?”

Eddie paused, his eyes still fixated on the ground slowly moving up to yours, and then to your hurt arm, and back to your eyes.

His mouth opened, and it was his turn to mimic a fish out of water as he gaped a few times, no sound coming out.

“Please?”

The wind blew slightly as the night finally settled around you, grass whispering from the neighbouring lawns.

Eddie’s hand found your own and he squeezed it, giving you a small smile, “ok.”

That night, Eddie helped you get around your own house. Making food for you, preparing a bath and checking its temperature with indisputable rigour, helping you in and out of clothes, changing your bandage and applying as much ice to it as you told him was comfortable.

That night, you thought that no matter what had happened, you wanted Eddie by your side, not only because of what he was doing for you, but because you wanted to understand why he was helping you so much.

Eddie had always gone above and beyond for you, but the simplicity with which he turned himself into anything you needed him to, just like putty in your hands, made you even more curious about his way of thinking.

So you promised yourself that you would ask him the next day, when your arm would hurt less and you would both be free of obligations in the afternoon. You would steal him away from his friends at school and let him pour his heart out to you.

Except you didn’t steal him away, and his heart’s secrets stayed safely kept inside the deepest confines of its masterfully locked chamber.

You had woken up the next morning to the sound of your alarm blaring and making you feel disorientated. Feeling the cold air against your back as you moved to turn off the cacophonous piece of technology, you realised you were alone, the only trace of Eddie ever being there was the note he left at your bedside.

‘Went to pick the van up for Wayne.

Leftovers in the fridge.

-Ed’

---

Eddie was not at school that day, and when your friend drove you to his trailer in the afternoon, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had a deal, you’d tried to rationalise, or a meeting with the bar’s owner which he really could not miss after yesterday’s debacle. You were worried, of course, but you thought he would show up at school the next day, or you would receive a phone call from him in the evening explaining everything. But neither of those things happened.

And when you repeated everything on Thursday, your heart began to fill with anxiety.

As you escaped your last class as soon as the bell rang out, you dashed through the corridors and just in time to meet with the Corroded Coffin members, minus their leader.

Asking about Eddie’s whereabouts did not ease your heart very much. Gareth said Eddie had come really early Wednesday morning to pick up the van but he hadn’t seen him since. Doug had run into him in town near The Hideout and he had been very evasive about his whereabouts.

On Friday, neither of your friends could drive you to Eddie’s, so you hiked all the way there, the determination in your heart fighting off the exhaustion of the day weighing you down.

Thankfully, the Hoosier weather had graced you with a sunbathed, gust-free but cool climate, and as you reached Eddie’s trailer, you were barely sweating.

You climbed up the few steps to the door of the trailer, taking a deep breath as you raised your hand up to knock… Only for the door to open before your knuckles touched it.

Since you and Eddie had started dating, you had never yet met his uncle, Wayne -though Eddie talked a great deal about him and seemed to have no greater authority figure in his life than the sharp-eyed and slightly hunched man.

“H-hello Mr. Munson,” you introduced yourself, seeing the older man’s eyes clear out of suspicion as he recognised your name, “I was wondering if Eddie is home?”

“Sorry, buddy,” you felt your face falter at the tone of his voice, “Eddie’s not here.”

There were only so many places Eddie went to and could be found at -that you knew of- in Hawkins and you rapidly grew overwhelmed with anxiety again as your list of places to check became scarce.

If Eddie was even dismissing his commitments to the only family member he held dear, you could hardly keep your terror at bay, now, any hope of calming your nerves vanishing into thin air.

As if sensing your distress, Wayne continued, “though I have an idea where he might be.”

Your head sprung up at that and your eyes, full of hope, must have changed something in Wayne’s mind as he opened the door a bit wider, “let me get you something to drink for your trouble, before I send you off.”

Your first instinct was to respectfully decline his offer, your mind set on finding Eddie before anything else. But you also knew that Wayne was probably the person who knew him best, and could most probably shed some light on your current situation.

You followed Wayne inside the familiar trailer, closing the door behind you as he produced a glass from one of the cupboards.

The rigged outline of the glass reminded you of the first time you’d allowed yourself to make a hot beverage at his place and Eddie had come up from behind you, kissing the top of your head as he had said ‘you can use one of my mugs. You’re not just a guest, here, you know.’

You smiled at the memory as Wayne handed you the glass of water.

“There aren’t many reasons for Eddie to trust others,” Wayne said, looking out of the window as you sipped on your drink, “poor kid had one hell of a time growing up.”

You remembered Eddie telling you about his parents. His mom had passed away shortly after his birth and his dad, well, except teaching him ‘useful’ life skills like hot-wiring and scamming, had not been much patriarchal use at all.

You were at least glad Eddie had his uncle now, with whom he shared a strong bond, maybe closer to long-time friends than a proper parental figure, but still, a good presence in his life was something you would always cherish.

“And yet,” Wayne turned his head to look at you, a proud smile on his tired features, “he always goes the extra mile for others, doesn’t he? He’s one to always give first chances, and second chances, and thirds, and yadi yada.” Wayne looked back outside the window, “he’s a good kid, a really good kid, but he doesn’t see it himself.”

“How?” You asked, your fingers flexing around the cool, glistening glass as Wayne turned towards you, “how do I make him see himself the way I do?”

A small sad smile was plastered on his face as he replied, “I’m afraid you just gotta keep hammerin’ it in that skull of his until it sticks.”

Your eyes fell to the counter, your eyes focusing on the pattern there while your mind was miles away, processing what Wayne had told you.

“He’ll be at the Lover’s Lake,” he said, bringing your attention back to him.

You nodded your head, thanked him for the drink but he called for you before you opened the door.

“They say birds of a feather,” Wayne said calmly, holding your gaze, “you always have your place here.”

You stared at him for a second, your eyes catching a glimpse of a profound darkness looming behind his irises before it was gone in a blink. You thanked him again and, leaving behind the cozy atmosphere of Eddie’s trailer, you set off on a shorter walk to Lover’s Lake.

---

There was a gentle breeze picking up as you approached the lake, the scent of stagnating water flowing past you in a refreshing and yet almost suffocating manner.

You spotted Eddie easily, the silhouette of his Hellfire Club shirt standing out against the bright blue sky mirrored on the water’s clear surface.

Not really knowing why, you slowed your steps for a moment, watching Eddie throw a pebble up into the air and catch it before sending it flying on the lake’s surface and witnessing as it ricocheted, one, two, three, four times before plunging into the aquatic depth.

You watched him send another three pebbles onto the water; from the way his body curved in preparation for the throw, to actually setting the rock in motion and going into a full-body paralysed state as he examined the result of each one of his attempts.

After a particularly successful throw, you decided to get closer to him, the sound of your footsteps against small sticks and dry leaves alerting him of your presence.

You could tell he was not really expecting anyone, but also did not completely flinch away at your presence.

“Hi,” you said, taking a step closer until you were just a breath away from him.

“Hey,” he said, then his eyes fell to your injured arm, “does it still hurt?”

You smiled at him, “a bit, but I’m tough,” you chuckled, but Eddie was only able to answer with a small smile. “Listen, Eddie, if you’re worried about what happened, I understand, but I knew what I wanted when I chose you-”

Eddie clicked his tongue, and you noticed a bit of the darkness from Wayne’s eyes appearing behind his, “and is that what you wanted?” You recoiled a little from his tone, taking a careful step back, “being in constant danger because of me, is that what you wanted? Because I sure as hell didn’t, and I still very much don’t.”

“Eddie, it’s not even that bad, it’s just a bruise,” you said, trying to ease the heated flame in his heart but it only seemed to feed it.

“Maybe it’s just a bruise this time, and the next it’ll be a few stitches, until one day…” he trailed off, bringing a hand to his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Eddie, I’m not going to give up on you on the premise that one day I’m going to die,” you took a step towards him, “if I only have until tomorrow then fine, but I want to spend it with you!”

Eddie’s hand fell from his face and he looked at the ground, his feet kicking leaves as he took to walking back and forth on the lake’s shore.

He stopped after a moment and squatted down, picking up another pebble.

You took a few steps towards him but were stopped by his voice, “what if I don’t want you to?” He said, examining the rock in his hand.

“What?”

“What if I don’t want you to spend time with me?”

You felt your heart curl on itself, all of your limbs going limp.

You shook your head, your voice trembling with emotion, “Eddie, I want to be with you, whatever it takes…” You felt your throat squeeze your vocal cords painfully, “why won’t you give yourself a chance?”

Eddie stood up, his eyes slowly moving towards you, “because I don’t have any left to give.”

There was a forlorn look in Eddie’s brown irises, a distant memory -or many- resurfacing and hopping onto his active train of thought. A reflection of a past he had suffered too much from and had not yet been pulled out of.

You knew it had been difficult for him, even if you could only guess at how much shit he had actually gone through. Eddie, well, he had never opened up much about the formative years of his life.

As much as you could recall from what little blurbs of information he had given you here and there, sentences whispered in the black of night as you laid in each other’s embrace, or the few times he had let hints of his past crawl back out of his traumatised-self after a joint, regurgitations of physical and verbal abuse distant in time but still very vivid in the realm of his memories.

The label freak had been engraved in him almost from the moment he had stepped a foot past the school gates; the bottomless pit of rumours and incessant gossip surrounding his family life not giving him the upper hand to even hope to retreat in the secrecy of his home.

‘It was like one day I did not exist, and the next I was the number one most wanted criminal of the state,’ he had told you one night after having no short amount of devil’s lettuce permeating his clouded spirits.

And yet, despite his life story being the talk of the town for a few months, and following him for all his years, his schools had never tried to alleviate the burden on his shoulders.

No counsellor was brought in, no special intervention from the director or one of their staff, no doctor, no teacher, nothing.

It was just him…

It had always been, just him.

You took another step forward, “you don’t have to do everything alone, Eddie.”

“I never do,” he replied, his eyes floating back off towards the large expanse of water.

“Other people’s opinions of you don’t control who you are, Eddie. You are more than what all of their small-minded moronic self-aggrandizing egocentric brains can even begin to understand.”

Eddie shook his head, sighing, the pebble between his fingers falling at his feet. He walked the few steps separating you, looking down at you through a veil of false narratives his brain created.

“Maybe their small-minded moronic self-aggrandizing egocentric remarks are right, though,” he said, raising a hand towards your cheek and brushing his thumb against it with a featherly-light touch, “maybe I am just a freak.”

The word instantly crushed your soul, the beginning of a headache thumping against your forehead as you felt your eyebrows knit together.

“That’s just not true, Eddie, you know that.”

“Do I?” He laughed humorlessly, his hand falling back down at his side.

“So what, we just let the jocks win? The popular kids who don’t know any better?”

Eddie’s eyes fell, his fingers moved his rings and then stopped.

“Maybe we do.”

You shook your head, biting your lip, “and what about us?” You leaned closer to him, trying to peer into his eyes, “are we done?”

Eddie’s hands flexed again but only to roll his rings around.

“I suppose we are.”

You felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs, the quiet chirping of birds above sounding like a hurricane coming to uproot the forest around you.

Your hand reached for Eddie’s but stopped halfway.

You did not want to let him go. You had invested so much of yourself in him, in his life -though it still felt like you had barely scratched the surface of how wonderful of a person he was. You wanted to know more, to see more of him, to expect the unexpected and be the witness to the entirety of the person that Eddie was. The happy times, the sad times, the rough times, the quiet times, the stressful times, the jealous times, the content times, the wrathful times… You wanted to see it all.

And yet, your hand stopped, the voice at the back of your head that you had been so successful at keeping at bay coming back with renewed potential.

Maybe you were just burdening him.

His existence and your own meshing had just been bad news for the both of you from the get-go and you knew this. You had thought about it from the beginning, two outcasts together did not make for an empowered duo, it just created a permanent state of limbo for the both of you.

You inhaled a quiet breath, careful not to disrupt the silence that had surrounded you. And then you spoke:

“Then, I guess that’s it?”

Wind caressed your face.

You heard a bird take off in the luscious foliage up above.

A stick snapped.

“That’s it.”

You looked at him as he took a step back, and then another. The glimpse you got of him was blurry as you tried to capture his features one last time.

He squatted back down again, picking up the pebble that had fallen out of his hands earlier. His thumb brushed over it, just like it had brushed over your cheeks a moment ago and your soul burned with the desire to feel his calloused fingertips against your skin again.

Tears fell down your cheeks, “I really, really love you, you know that?” You said as your hands tightened into fists at your sides, “and for that reason I’m accepting to walk away because, clearly, you’re hurting more than I am right now.” You turned around, pausing, then looking back over your shoulder at him, “don’t let them make you disappear, Eddie.”

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That Saturday, the Corroded Coffin show was cancelled and, as you congregated with the members -minus the leader- you realised that none of you had met with Eddie since your outing at the lake.

You had all driven to Wayne’s trailer, then, asking around if anyone had seen him but were only met with shakes of the head and hushed apologies.

Missing posters were hung as we searched high and low for the unaccounted for Edward Munson.

The last few months of the school year blurred together, the fragile linearity of time shattering and bending in such violently opposite directions that it formed an impossible jigsaw.

Your friends -bless them- tried their best to support you in any way they could, accompanying you on every lead you found about Eddie’s whereabouts, speaking out for you when the school staff condemned your sudden lack of interest in school with petty remarks about your ‘bizarre’ interests.

You often went to Wayne’s trailer, Mr. Munson and you pouring over dozens of false leads and spending hours upon hours on the phone, dealing with prank after prank.

Until one day, you drove up to the trailer park, and he was gone too.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years.

You had left Hawkins some time ago after your graduation, unable to deal with the memories of your relationship that had permeated every street corner, every shop, every view, every noise of the city.

When you finally came back to Hawkins a few years later, the familiar streets pouring out their neon street signs as the nightlife crawled out of the shadows, you felt your eyes grow even shinier at the blinking stars in the sky.

Looking back at the sidewalk before you, just in time to prevent yourself from bumping into an elderly lady and giving her your sincerest apologies, you found yourself face to face with a dilapidated advertisement board.

From the dim light of the streetlight up above, you saw scrawled notes about sales added on top of missing cat posters and regional festival announcements.

But as you peered closer, one piece of paper caught your eye and you pulled, as gently as you could, on the faded sheet until it loosely came off.

The tear you had created at the top created a lightning bolt shape, guiding your eyes towards the nostalgic band logo and a setlist you knew all too well and still listened to from time to time in your own cassette player back at your new place, your new home…

You felt your cheeks push your eyelids up in a smile, a chill reaching up your spine, and there, just as you looked down at the time and place, a tear rolled down your cheek.

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Puzzles - Chapter 3

Completed, multi-chapter fic (3/24)

Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

Want to start from the beginning? Find Chapter 1 here.

Word count: ~4.9k

Chapter summary: game night shenanigans

Content warnings throughout this fic: explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol/drug use. reader discretion advised.

Thursday evenings were reserved for Sasha's self-proclaimed 'world-famous' game nights. That is, when she was able to scrounge up her friends to get together. The promise of free alcohol, food, and camaraderie seemed to always do the trick.

When you tagged along for your first game night, Sasha told you she used to host them more frequently. When they were younger, they had all of the time in the world, making it easy to lose track of the night, game after game. Once they were older, game nights were less of a priority. Life tended to get in the way like that, you know? But everyone was tight, and they always tried their best to make an appearance when they could manage. Game night was one of those rare opportunities to feel transported to a simpler time.

You now held the prestigious role of co-hostess, quickly climbing the ranks by default. Perks of being Sasha's right-hand woman. You always arrived at Sasha's house hours before anyone else, accompanying her in whatever errands that she deemed necessary for a successful evening. Without you, Sasha would absolutely eat all of the snacks well before a single game could begin. You wondered how these game nights actually happened before you came around.

You grabbed an obnoxiously green, plastic bowl from one of her cupboards and set it on the counter. You tore open a bag of pretzels and dumped the contents out. Even from across the house, you could hear your friend’s distinctly shrill voice call out.

"By the way.” Her footsteps neared the kitchen. "How was your date with Eren? You still haven't told me anything."

It was true. You hadn’t told her even one, measly detail about your date with Eren. To be honest, you found yourself stuck on a Ferris wheel of emotions that started from the moment you and Eren parted ways that Saturday.

How silly it all sounded. ‘Ferris wheel of emotions,’ like, what? The mere notion that the metaphor popped into your head made you feel ridiculous. Frankly, you were being ridiculous, and you didn’t even know you were capable of being this ridiculous over a man this quickly.

All that aside, you still sensed the swooning in your chest when you thought about the date. There was a blaring part of you that wanted to snap you out of this thing. But deep down, there was another part of you that loved it.

You loved the feeling of having your thoughts consumed by something other than your day-to-day life. Worrying about chores, stressing about your job, figuring out what you were going to eat for dinner – boring! In a way, it felt like your thoughts were no longer your own; rather, you were listening to the croonings of some lovestruck poet that wrote your thoughts into beautiful beautiful calligraphy, dotting every 'i' with a heart and all.

But you couldn't fall for anyone. Not yet, at least. Well, maybe it was a bit late for that sentiment.

"It went really well," you said. "We're actually going bowling tomorrow, too."

You couldn’t fight off the smile that was spanning your lips. Eren’s annoyingly handsome face filled your head. You thought of the attentive look that crossed his face as he listened to you babble on about even the mundane parts of you. More than that, you thought over the maddening way he seemed to take pleasure in seeing you twitch with embarrassment under his incessant teasing.

There was a heavy feeling within you that could only be described as a strange combination of infatuation and apprehension. And while you found it entirely confusing, your curious and selfish desires wanted you to see this – whatever it was, you still weren't sure – through.

"Bowling?" Sasha exclaimed with a bellow of a laugh. She popped a pretzel into her mouth and chewed loudly. "You suck at bowling."

"I know, I know. But maybe it could be fun?" It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than her.

"Yeah, I hope you have fun losing!"

You and Sasha burst into laughter at the same time, each imagining your sorry bowling skills on full display. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you would make an idiot of yourself in front of Eren. Maybe you would be a loveable fool, so much so that he wouldn't be able to resist giving you a hand. Cute. The lovestruck poet was back.

Your fit of giggles was interrupted by a pounding at the front door. A muffled 'open up' could be heard from the other side. Sasha rushed over to unlock the door. You listened as it swung open, the once indistinct voices now growing louder.

Jean and Connie stumbled into the kitchen. Their arms were full, carrying in all of the game night necessities. Connie's eyes poked out over the stacks of pizza boxes he held, blindly trying to find a surface to set them on. Jean clung onto quite a few different board games, balancing them while they shuffled in his grasp. He let out a grunt and dropped them to the counter with a thump.

"Think we brought enough?" Jean snickered.

Sasha's eyes scanned over the assortment of games and food that now crowded her countertop. "I would say so, considering we're just waiting on Armin and Mikasa."

Your heart sank at Sasha's words. You weren't really sure why you were surprised in the first place. You never saw Eren at any of Sasha's game nights. There was no reason that would miraculously change now.

Maybe 'hurt' would be a better way to describe how you felt. You didn't want to admit it to yourself but there was a glimmer within you that hoped Eren would come just because he wanted to see you again. Wishful thinking on your part.

The last time you saw Eren was during your date. There were some sporadic texts here and there throughout the week. Nothing remarkable came from the conversations. The thought crossed your mind to send him a text to see what he was up to tonight. You stomped that idea out of your head. How ridiculous would you have to be to think that a text from you would change his mind?

Scratch that, you didn't need to question it – you were being utterly ridiculous, remember?

Sasha began to dig into the first box of pizza. Steam poured from the box as she opened the lid. She was practically drooling over herself as she brought the slice up to her mouth. Connie promptly joined her, bumping up against her while his grubby hands fought for a piece.

Sasha preferred to wait until everyone arrived before starting any games. Maybe that was just her excuse to get the food to herself for a bit. While you waited for the last of your friends, the four of you shot the breeze over beers and pizza. The conversation flowed effortlessly, just as it always did, and you noticed the way your face hurt from smiling so much. Before you knew it, the pile of crushed beer cans was now overflowing and spilling out of the bin.

You perched yourself on top of one of Sasha's counters, gently kicking your feet back and forth. You half-listened to Sasha and Connie argue over the last slice of pepperoni pizza. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jean hop up on the counter, sliding all the way over until he was at your side.

"Having fun yet?" he joked, making a gesture toward the duo as their banter only intensified.

You chuckled. "Maybe we should stop them."

Jean pulled a swing from his beer. "Nah. It's too entertaining."

Though it didn't always seem like it, the three of them were the closest ones out of your newly-acquired friend group. They were three peas in a pod, inseparable, practically joined at the hip. In your head, you coined them as 'the three amigos.' It was inevitable that they would bump heads sometimes. It was only because of how deeply rooted their feelings for one another truly were.

"I was wondering," Jean started to say. "Are you doing anything tomorrow eve–"

Jean’s question was abruptly interrupted. Saved by the bell, you thought. Well, more like saved by the front door. It opened and shut, causing both your and Jean’s heads to turn.

Connie leaned in his seat to glance through the doorway, handing Sasha the pivotal opportunity to snatch that last slice.

"Hey!" Connie shouted, whipping around as he scowled at Sasha.

"Gotta keep your eyes on the prize," Sasha gloated.

Armin stepped into the kitchen first and warmly smiled at everyone. Mikasa trailed him closely, her raven hair poking out from behind him since she stood just slightly taller. She peeked around him, making herself visible as she waved her fingers in a dainty wave.

You hesitantly looked back to Jean. Anxiety tore through your gut when you imagined what he had left to say. You just knew he was going to ask you out, and you knew that you were going to have to make up some excuse. You braced yourself when he started to face you once more.

"Eren, you finally made it!" Sasha said, her voice smothered by her mouthful of pizza.

Like clockwork, your and Jean’s attentions were pulled away from each other again. Mr. Guest of Honor strolled into the kitchen with a pack of beer tucked under his arm. He smiled and held his other hand up to greet his friends. His eyes flickered across the room, stopping only when he noticed you. You made note of the way he grinned a bit larger at you.

Maybe Jean noticed it, too. He looked from Eren to you, his face oddly paler than before as if he had seen a ghost. And while it wasn't a ghost, it was something that was just as upsetting. Yeah, he definitely saw it, the way that Eren's expression outrightly lightened up when he looked at you.

He hated it. He hated it so much that he didn't want to be present for even another second if it meant he had to bear witness to it. He cleared his throat – it sounded more like a nasty snort – and jumped down from the counter. He breezed by his friends and weakly excused himself to the restroom.

You stared blankly and wondered how you were lucky enough to dodge that bullet. Considering how he just reacted, you were so glad that you didn’t get the chance to slip up and tell him you would be with Eren tomorrow evening.

Armin and Mikasa headed straight for the pizza. You watched as their shoulders slumped at the pitiful sight of what remained, lousy scraps of crust and puddles of grease. They started to lovingly pester Sasha and Connie for scarfing it all down like the madmen that they were. What was brought should have been more than enough for everyone but they should have known their gluttonous friends a bit better.

"Should we order more?" Armin asked with a small laugh.

As the scene played out before you, Eren walked over to you with two beers in hand. He leaned his back against the counter and extended one of the cans to you. “Looks like you had a few already.”

You took the beer from his hand with a faint smile. "That obvious?"

He brought his hand to your face. The back of his fingers gingerly pressed against your cheek. They felt cold.

"Your face is warm," he quietly said. His eyes flickered across your face, only leaving your gaze to briefly look at your lips.

His touch certainly did not help the situation. Your face burned hotter as you felt embarrassingly small under his stare. You playfully batted away his hand and cracked open the can of beer.

Everyone else seemed to be too absorbed in ordering a second round of pizza to notice you and Eren. To the best of your knowledge, only Sasha knew of your date with him. You intended to keep it that way. For now, at least.

There was a voice in the back of your head that continued to remind you not to catch feelings for anyone too quickly. You said it yourself before you moved here – it was important to establish both feet on the ground before you ran away with some little crush. After all, Eren was the only person in this group that you knew next to nothing about. This could just be his touchy-feely way of being friendly. Maybe it was all just a fleeting fling while the two of you attempted to get to know one another.

But the way Eren looked at you just now told you otherwise. The way he gently brushed his fingers across your cheek, the pleased smile on his face as his eyes glossed over you – it all made it seem that he had a good idea about his feelings for you. At the very least, you were confident that he was into whatever flirtation that was going on.

"Alright, everyone!" Sasha shouted. "Let's get this night started!"

"Not before I order more pizza," Mikasa said before placing her phone to her ear. She stepped away to place the order as everyone headed toward Sasha's living room.

You hopped off of the counter, scurrying past Eren to follow your friends. You paid close attention and listened for the sound of Eren's footsteps behind you. They never came. And though you were convinced you had made it up, you still could have sworn that you felt his eyes burning a hole through you.

Honestly, it did feel amusingly rewarding for the roles to finally be reversed, to finally be the one who was being openly admired.

You landed on the couch with a plop and leaned against the armrest. You set your face into your hand and listened while Armin, Jean, and Connie debated between the mess of games that were scattered across the floor.

Armin pulled a deck of cards from his back pocket. You wouldn’t doubt that he always carried them around. He seemed like that sort of guy. He started to explain the rules of some game that he had just learned, but Connie and Jean couldn’t be bothered to listen. They continued to shout about the games they wanted to play.

"I bet I could kick your ass in Super Smash Bros," Connie challenged. He poked his index finger into Jean's chest.

Throwing his hands into the air, Jean argued back, "If you wanted to play a video game then why did you have me bring, like, five different board games?"

You heard Mikasa chuckle from the other side of the room. "It wouldn't be a game night if these two didn't argue."

Hastily ending the argument, Jean sighed, "Fine, fine." He stood up from the floor and nudged the board games aside with his foot. "Just get the damn T.V. set up."

Jean wore a disgruntled expression as he collapsed onto the couch. You instinctively sat up straight when you felt just how close he sat beside you. You silently begged the universe for him to not try to ask you out again. Like it wasn’t a dead giveaway that you were nervous, you tapped your fingers against the armrest.

"Do you like video games?" he timidly asked.

"I do." Were you sneering? You were surprised to hear just how curt you sounded so you softened your tone. "It's been a while. I might not be as good as I used to be."

"Well, you're probably still better than Connie over here."

"Would you shut it?" Connie growled.

You and Jean laughed together. It died down once Eren entered the room just seconds later. He subtly raised an eyebrow when he saw Jean (closely) beside you. It almost looked like he took it as a challenge. He walked over and sat on the other side of Jean.

Connie started to hand out controllers to those that wanted to play the first match. Of course, he kept the first player controller for himself but not without any disagreement. The three remaining controllers went to Eren, Sasha, and Armin.

You focused all of your attention on the screen. You feared that if you gave Jean even an inkling of attention then he might make a move. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Jean – it was actually the opposite. You really enjoyed having him as a friend. The last thing you wanted was for whatever was going on to ruin your cherished dynamic. But it already was starting to feel soured.

Connie, Sasha, and Eren boomed with laughter as they all ganged up on Armin until his character fell off the platform for the final time.

"What was that all about?" Armin cried out, tossing his controller to the side. His eyes widened as he stared at his friends for any sort of explanation. This only caused them to cackle even harder than before. Poor boy just wanted to play cards.

Once the round had finished, the four looked to hand their controllers off to whoever wanted to play next.

Eren leaned forward, looking past Jean as he spoke to you. "Want a turn?"

"Sure." You reached across Jean for the controller. Eren didn't budge. He had the same 'come and get it' expression on his face as the time he fed you that bite of ice cream. Rolling your eyes at his predictability, you walked over to take the controller from him. He dodged your grabbing hand, asking if you had ever played before.

You repeated the same sentiment from earlier. "It's been a while."

Eren scooched closer to the armrest and patted the insignificant amount of space between him and Jean. You sat down and listened to his explanation of the different purposes of each button on the controller. You already had a good understanding of what to do, but you allowed him to continue. You found it cute that he wanted to steal you away from Jean.

Eren clearly wasn't worried about entering your personal bubble. He was much closer to you than Jean was but you didn't mind. While he spoke, you could feel the sensation of his warm breath on your neck. It was enough to send a chill down your spine if you weren't hellbent on maintaining what little composure you had. His breath smelt of alcohol and mint, like he had just eaten a candy to mask the scent.

Before you could realize it, that sliver of composure you clung to started to slip. Your grasp on your thoughts loosened, allowing your fantasies to roam freely. How desperately you wanted him to place his lips against–

You're not supposed to be falling for anyone, you scolded yourself.

Eren handed you the controller. "Got it?"

"Yup."

You honestly thought you might have still had it in you to win. And maybe you did but Eren certainly didn't allow that to happen. Sure, he didn't intentionally cause you to lose, but he was definitely a (welcomed) distraction. You couldn't ignore the feeling of his fingers grazing over your thigh, squeezing with encouragement whenever you managed to land a good hit in the game. You could barely focus on playing while your thoughts crept back into that forsaken danger zone.

All that being said, you still somehow snagged second place – pretty good for someone who hadn't played in years.

"Not bad." Eren casually slung his arm around you, shaking your shoulder in a congratulatory manner.

You handed the controller back to him but he merely shook his head. He obviously had way more fun getting you all flustered as compared to playing a video game.

In your peripheral vision, you saw how Jean eyed the arm that Eren placed over your shoulder. Jean watched it up until his arm returned to Eren’s side. Now free from anyone’s touch, you rolled your shoulders to try and shrug off the tension.

Everyone continued to play a couple more rounds before deciding it was time for a break. Sasha seized the opportunity to flip the T.V. to some show that she had recently been binge-watching. As she put on the first episode, she swore up and down that you would all love it. Finally coming down from the excitement of the video game, everybody started to nestle into their seats.

Except for you. You were still awkwardly placed between Eren and Jean. Their opposing dynamics were almost comical at this point. It was nearly enough to make you laugh out loud. Jean rested against his side of the couch, his chin firmly planted in his hand. His eyes bore into the television screen. The vexation that fumed from him was nearly palpable as he slumped into his seat.

On the other side of the couch was Eren. He was not nearly as concerned with what was going on around him. There was a breeziness about him that began from the moment you switched spots with Jean. He appeared more than satisfied with his friend's blatant discouragement. And unfortunately for Jean, his growing frustration only fueled Eren further.

As you uncomfortably shifted in your seat, you accidentally bumped your shoulder into Eren. It was a golden opportunity that he just couldn't resist, and you had unwittingly served it to him on a platter. Not only could he continue to pester Jean but – more importantly – he now had a spontaneous reason to talk to you.

"You trying to cozy up with me?" Eren's voice was low, just above a whisper. His mischievous tone was somehow just as distinct as ever.

Mildly amused, you muffled a chuckle.

"If you insist," Eren said before you had the chance to formulate a witty response. He settled his cheek against your shoulder.

The innocent gesture was certainly unexpected, and it was just enough to send a frantic surge of heat through you. From the moment you were first caught ogling at Eren, all you wanted was for him to be close to you. This desire only continued to grow with every interaction you shared with him. Whether it was his stupidly good-looking appearance or his laughably charming personality, you still weren't sure.

That strangely heavy feeling was back – the one that demanded you pursue things further. It was louder this time, tuning out the voice in your head that told you otherwise.

Eren felt the same bout of emotion in his belly, maybe even to a greater degree than you did. He had never been so fixated on someone before. Yes, he had experienced his fair share of lustful desires, but this was something entirely different. You didn’t even know it but he was so enamored just by the feeling of resting against you. Who would have guessed that something as innocent as that would have a guy like Eren so worked up? It was so high school, but he just couldn’t get enough.

And while he found it altogether embarrassing, all he wanted was to share even more moments like this with you. He barely knew a thing about you, and yet he often found himself imagining waking up to the sight of you in the morning. He craved to learn every side of you that there was to know, even if that meant a hundred more ice cream dates as you found your favorite parlor in town.

"Classic Eren. Always trying to make a move," Connie tauntingly said.

His voice snapped you back into reality. You hesitantly looked around the room, now realizing that your eyes felt painfully dry as you did so. You didn't realize just how long you were staring into oblivion.

Eren half-heartedly laughed and stretched as he sat upright. The light of the television screen was just bright enough to illuminate his features. It wasn't just you that was flushed with unease. You noticed that Eren’s ears burned red.

Your attention shifted to Jean when you heard a low 'tsk' from under his breath. He stood up from the couch, briskly heading toward the kitchen. It was obvious why he was so upset, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

"I'm going to grab a drink. Does anyone want anything?" Sasha quickly asked, pushing herself up from her seat on the floor.

She had a wonderful sense for knowing when people were unsettled. She always jumped in before they could do something they would later regret. It reminded you of the time that Sasha invited you into the kitchen just after Eren offered to take you for ice cream. She even used the same excuse to get a drink. Sure, you wouldn’t have acted out in anger like Jean – it probably would have been something dumb that left you feeling humiliated – but it was all the same to Sasha. You wondered if she was planning on swooping in and rescuing Jean just as she did for you.

You watched her as she skittered off, two of the three amigos now in the privacy of the kitchen.

You tried to watch the show but you felt even antsier than before. You listened to the beeping sounds from some game on Connie’s phone. Mikasa's eyes began to flutter shut as she nuzzled up against the back of her chair. Eren left to go to the bathroom, and you were left alone on the couch. While everyone seemed distracted, you figured it was your chance to check in with Sasha and Jean. If you could get ahead of whatever tension was building then you surely could nip it in the bud before it got any worse. Right?

You heard your name in conversation once you were close enough to the kitchen. You stepped to the side before crossing the doorway and stayed out of sight.

"What was that?" You could hear the exasperation in Jean's voice. "Did you see that? Eren was all over her. I thought he didn't even know her."

'All over' is quite the exaggeration, you thought.

You made out Sasha's voice next. "I think they met at my party a couple of weeks ago. He and Armin hung out with us the other night, too."

She intentionally left out that you and Eren had just gone on a date. You were glad she did, yet it felt a little icky knowing that she, too, thought it would be best to keep it a secret.

"Go figure," Jean scoffed.

The conversation began to die down. You paused, ultimately deciding that it was better for you to go back to the living room.

Mikasa seemed more awake than before. She was talking to Eren who had returned from the bathroom. He goofed off on his phone, only poking his head up when it was his turn to respond to Mikasa. He was sprawled across the couch, taking up what room was left for you to sit.

You stood over him and cleared your throat, a rather obvious hint that you would like for him to move his legs. Without saying a single word, he simply lifted his legs. His phone covered the majority of his face but his crinkled eyes told you that he was undoubtedly grinning. You rolled your eyes and sat in the space he made for you. He set his legs back down, this time over your lap.

He had to have known that you weren't going to let him off that easily. You mockingly scrunched your face before teasing, "Ugh, something smells. I think it's your feet, Eren."

"What!" Eren sprung up from his relaxed position, retracting his legs quickly. "They do not!"

Picking up on your joke, Mikasa joined in. "I don't know, Eren. I'm pretty sure I can smell them from here."

Eren shot her a daring look. He then looked to you. The wicked smile he wore was worrying. He nudged your side and you let out a yelp. He continued to playfully poke at your side until he was full-on tickling you. You doubled over in giggles, grabbing at your sides in an attempt to avoid him.

"Stop! I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it," you shrieked, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes.

Lately, there was no sound that Eren loved more than your laughter. The slew of bad 80s love songs only continued to play in his head.

A voice-clearing cough interrupted your laughter. "Uh, we're heading out."

You, Eren, and Mikasa all looked up to see Jean and Connie standing before you. They awkwardly began to collect the board games that they brought along with them.

"Already?" Eren prodded. "What's got you all riled up?"

Eren had an annoyingly flippant expression on his face. He was very much aware of what he was doing, and he knew exactly what had Jean 'all riled up' to the point of wanting to leave early.

"Just shut up, Jaeger," Jean snapped. Eren held his hands up, signaling an ironic surrender.

Were you supposed to intervene? Admittedly, there wasn’t much you could do. It was sort of embarrassing that you thought you could jump in and save the day. You weren't like Sasha. Anyway, it wasn’t like you could just ask Jean what was up. As far as he knew, you didn’t hear the kitchen conversation. And while it was less than discrete at this point, you weren’t supposed to know that he had developed feelings for you.

In a frail attempt to alleviate some of the agitation that filled the room, you mustered up as much of a happy tone as you could. "It was good to see you guys!"

Though your voice faltered, the smile on your face remained genuine. It seemed to have cracked Jean's hardened facade as you watched his eyes soften before you.

"Have a good night," he said before grabbing onto the doorknob.

And with a simple wave from Connie, the both of them were gone.

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i was tagged by the lovely amazing beautiful talented show stopping iconic @ash-omalley

get to know a fellow fan <3

favorite time of the year : my absolute favorite season is fall! i love the coziness of it, and how safe and happy it feels (if that makes sense hehe)! it reminds me of some of the best times in my childhood so it is definitely quite a sentimental season! also, don’t know if anyone is wondering, my favorite color the leaves turn is red :)

things you collect : currently i’m collecting records, and i am about to begin collecting music trading cards! my recent additions to my record collection are the saturday night fever soundtrack & the monkees self titled album! so far i have 4 elvis records, and i’m currently fighting for my LIFE to find a decently priced “moody blue” record!!! as for trading cards, i just ordered some elvis packs and i am absolutely over the moon, i cannot WAIT to get them in the mail <3 previously i’ve collected chapstick (im trying to start that up again) and comic books !

last song you listened to : “you gave me a mountain” by elvis, it’s been a recent favorite of mine <3

last movie(s) you watched : elvis on tour (1972) dirs. pierre adidge, robert abel & bullet train (2022) dir. david leitch! i cried my way through elvis on tour yesterday, and i saw bullet train for the second time with some friends last week! i usually watch 3+ films a week, but i’ve been incredibly busy with school work :/ however this week i AM going to see don’t worry darling (2022) and i am sosoososo excited about that :)

dream place to visit : i’m currently daydreaming about getting to visit graceland; i even have an outfit planned for pictures on the steps/bench (if that’s allowed ofc)! i also may have a v cute instagram caption planned too… at this rate i should just through caution to the wind (and my dwindling savings) and go! for now i’ll blow kisses to memphis and hope they land in graceland <3 oh! i’ve also always always ALWAYS wanted to go to Italy, and hopefully one day i’ll be able to <3

a place you want to go back to : truthfully i would do ANYTHING to go back to the beach right now. i’m not sure why but i’ve had a very strong connection to the shore this summer and i’m already longing to go back, lay on the sand and feel the warm sun <3

something you want : i’d love to work for rolling stone magazine one day. i’m currently an english major dipping my toes into the world of journalism and i have fallen head over heels in love with musical journalism. i’ve only ever written creatively, but i recently got to write an article for my school newspaper and it was actually incredibly refreshing and fun! hopefully one day i can live my “william miller” dreams and travel with a band to write an article for rolling stone… one day… ‘till then i’ll keep daydreaming :)

@foreverdolly & @emmymaehereeeeee & @jolovesfandoms <3

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ok i’m not done bitching in tags i have to get this out before i lose it lmao

i have so much to do and i don’t feel good at all lmaooo. i can’t fuckin believe i get sick the week i’m moving when i left all the physical tasks to this week. i started putting things in vacuum bags and literally that has me feeling exhausted. this is the last full day i had to get things done because i have errands all afternoon tomorrow and plans all day friday and my flight is saturday and hardly anything’s gotten done

and it’s my dads birthday and his present got so delayed in shipping and now i’m scared it won’t be delivered before i leave so the post office will redirect it to my new address and i’ll have to ship it to him because the estimated delivery was today so i didn’t think to address the package to him instead of me. and like it’s a sentimental present and i want to be here to give it to him and now i’m scared i won’t be

and i don’t even have a card and i don’t have the time or transportation to go get one so i have nothing to give him and i feel so shitty. i chose this weekend to move so i could be here for his birthday and i literally have nothing for him

like i can just feel myself being so stressed out and that’s not going to make me feel any less sick and knowing that just stresses me out more but i feel like there’s nothing i can do to actually address anything stressing me out because it’s either out of my control or is too physically exhausting for me right now and i’m just sooo frustrated

i just have this huge feeling of running out of time and it’s because i have and i just want to sleep and i can’t

#*scream*#at least there’s a cool bird outside my window right now

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edgefemale71 · 2 years

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How to See Classic Animations on TV

Are you fond of timeless animations however are not sure how to watch them? Well, the primary step is to find out how to view timeless cartoons on tv. There are a number of options out there. You can either register for a cable channel or utilize a streaming service. Boomerang is the most popular service, available in 144 million homes. Regrettably, you can not constantly access it on the go, and there is no on-demand feature yet. Nevertheless, this feature will soon be available to customers. You can view classic cartoon on WWT TV. Go to tv.wwtmedia.com today and watch traditional cartoons. Anime-Planet If you like classic animations and wish to view them on the go, you can now enjoy countless called episodes on Anime-Planet. This website is backed by the anime industry and has countless episodes offered for viewing. You can even develop your own list of manga that you want to see. The website allows you to browse manga based upon your preferred tags, genres, publications, years, and scores. YouTube You can also find timeless cartoons on YouTube. Cartoon Network has its own channel where you can enjoy episodes, trailers, and other material from their shows. The main YouTube channel of Tom and Jerry is a good place to begin. This American animated series was developed in 1940 and centers on the competition between Tom Feline and Jerry Mouse. The animation features recurring characters and slapstick funny. If you like to laugh till you weep, this is the best place to discover cartoons on YouTube. Hulu If you love watching classic cartoons, you must try viewing them on Hulu. The service is owned by Walt Disney and offers complimentary and paid streaming options. You can watch dozens of traditional animations, including Scooby-Doo, The Jetsons, Looney Tunes, Bugs Bunny, Popeye, and Garfield. There are over 4,000 episodes available. You can discover brand-new animations every day, and you'll always have a fresh supply of animations to enjoy. You can enjoy the current episodes of numerous major TV programs on Hulu, consisting of Saturday morning animations. Whether you're seeing a cartoon for the very first time or enjoying it once again, you'll be sure to find something to enjoy with your children. You can likewise search the brand-new programs offered on the service. For adults, you can have a look at Death Note, a series based upon the Japanese manga. It follows the exploits of a serial killer high school student and a group of detectives attempting to capture him. If you're trying to find more animations to enjoy, you can also visit the Web Archive. There are a great deal of older animations available, and you can find the ones that your kids will enjoy. Much of these are complimentary to watch, however you can pay to get access to older animations. You can also watch classic kids' programs prior to they struck the site. And if you don't wish to spend any cash, you can also register for the subscription service of Hulu. Boomerang If you matured watching animations, you'll like the Boomerang channel on your TV. This streaming service for kids and sentimental adults provides traditional animations on a regular basis. Although not yet available all over, you can sign up for view the programs as needed whenever you like. While this streaming service is not complimentary, you can get a seven-day free trial to try it out before you buy it. It's a fantastic way to enjoy classic cartoons without the inconvenience of downloading a motion picture. Unlike many streaming services, Boomerang provides a comprehensive brochure of classic animations. You can enjoy your preferred youth animations for $5 a month. This service also includes initial content from Boomerang Network. There's something for everyone! With over 5,000 episodes and initial material, you'll be able to find an animation that appeals to every age and taste. You can also view the latest episodes and catch up on classics from the past with Boomerang. Boomerang started as a weekly shows block on Cartoon Network aimed at infant boomers. It was similar to the Disney Channel's Vault Disney nostalgia block. Originally, the program aired for 4 hours every Saturday, though the start times altered frequently. Ultimately, the Saturday block was moved to the early morning and the Sunday block to the late evening. The program ultimately progressed into a separate channel on Turner Broadcasting System. It premiered on April 1, 2000. SuperCartoons For those who are nostalgic about the olden days of animation, Super Cartoons is a great site to see classic animations. The web page of the website presently includes old Scooby-Doo episodes. The website includes over 1,000 cartoons arranged by studio, character, and series. It also includes videos of popular characters, like Road Runner and Tweety Bird. You can likewise enjoy these animations on YouTube, the world's most popular video-sharing website. While it is a terrific way to view traditional animations online, you might also have an interest in films and Japanese anime. Cartoons On has a big collection of animated programs ranging from old classics to contemporary animated programs. The website has an excellent balance between family-friendly material and mature content, with subbed and called episodes offered for viewing. Moreover, the site provides both subbed and called episodes, in addition to newly-released anime episodes with English subtitles. The website provides a range of categories, including action, dream, and animation. Another way to watch traditional animations online is through streaming sites. Lots of websites use complimentary cartoon streams. ToonJet is among them. You can stream timeless animations free of charge, leave comments on the episodes, and include your preferred episodes to your queue. You can likewise access timeless animations from the 1960s and 70s through this site. If you do not wish to invest any cash, you can also subscribe to Cartoon Network. stream caper the friendly ghost is updated regularly, and you do not have to register to see the animations. DC Kids If you're looking for a terrific streaming service for kids, look no more than DC Kids, a sibling website to WB Children. You can watch timeless animations like Batman, Super Hero Girls, and the newest series South Park. These popular shows can likewise be played as games and downloaded. You'll be glad to understand that DC Kids isn't just limited to United States area, either. In fact, the site permits you to watch animations from all over the world! The program is a spoof of the comics and animated characters, and it's ideal for kids of all ages. The majority of episodes begin with an emergency situation or crisis that the heroes are called upon to resolve. Usually, the heroes need to persuade the villains to alter their methods, and they usually fix the crisis with a new plan of attack. The show often featured environmental styles and natural disasters, and 3 DC Comics superheroes appeared as guest stars. For older children, there are other ways to view timeless cartoons. If you live outside the US, you can watch shows from Boomerang and Warner Bros. through a site called WB Children. The site uses both animated and live-action material, as well as video games and comics. WB Children likewise uses a range of popular animation programs, but you will not find every Boomerang series. While WB Kids is much better understood for its classic programs, DC Kids is the site to visit if you're a kid of that age.

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How to See Classic Cartoons on TV

Are you fond of timeless animations but are not sure how to enjoy them? Well, the first step is to find out how to see timeless animations on tv. There are numerous options out there. You can either sign up for a cable channel or utilize a streaming service. Boomerang is the most popular service, offered in 144 million homes. Unfortunately, you can not constantly access it on the go, and there is no on-demand function yet. However, this function will soon be readily available to customers. You can view traditional cartoon on WWT TV. Go to tv.wwtmedia.com today and watch traditional cartoons. Anime-Planet If you enjoy timeless cartoons and wish to see them on the go, you can now delight in thousands of dubbed episodes on Anime-Planet. This site is backed by the anime industry and has thousands of episodes offered for viewing. You can even create your own list of manga that you 'd like to see. The website enables you to browse manga based on your preferred tags, genres, publications, years, and ratings. YouTube You can likewise discover timeless cartoons on YouTube. Cartoon Network has its own channel where you can enjoy episodes, trailers, and other material from their programs. The official YouTube channel of Tom and Jerry is a good place to begin. This American animated series was produced in 1940 and centers on the rivalry in between Tom Cat and Jerry Mouse. The animation includes recurring characters and slapstick comedy. If you enjoy to laugh till you sob, this is the ideal location to find cartoons on YouTube. Hulu If you love seeing traditional animations, you need to attempt enjoying them on Hulu. The service is owned by Walt Disney and uses totally free and paid streaming alternatives. You can view dozens of classic cartoons, including Scooby-Doo, The Jetsons, Looney Tunes, Bugs Bunny, Popeye, and Garfield. There are over 4,000 episodes readily available. You can find brand-new cartoons every day, and you'll always have a fresh supply of cartoons to watch. You can watch the most recent episodes of many significant TV programs on Hulu, consisting of Saturday early morning animations. Whether you're seeing a cartoon for the very first time or seeing it again, you'll make sure to find something to take pleasure in with your kids. You can also browse the brand-new programs offered on the service. For adults, you can have a look at Death Note, a series based on the Japanese manga. It follows the exploits of a serial killer high school trainee and a team of investigators trying to capture him. If you're looking for more animations to watch, you can likewise check out the Web Archive. There are a great deal of older animations offered, and you can find the ones that your kids will like. A number of these are free to enjoy, however you can pay to get access to older animations. You can also view classic kids' programs before they hit the site. And if you don't want to invest any cash, you can also sign up for the subscription service of Hulu. Boomerang If you matured viewing animations, you'll enjoy the Boomerang channel on your TV. This streaming service for kids and sentimental grownups provides timeless cartoons on a regular basis. Although not yet available all over, you can register for see the shows on demand whenever you like. While this streaming service is not complimentary, you can get a seven-day free trial to try it out prior to you buy it. It's a fantastic way to enjoy classic cartoons without the trouble of downloading a movie. Unlike lots of streaming services, Boomerang provides a comprehensive catalog of timeless cartoons. You can watch your favorite youth cartoons for $5 a month. This service also includes initial content from Boomerang Network. There's something for everybody! With over 5,000 episodes and original content, you'll be able to find a cartoon that appeals to every age and taste. You can also watch the most recent episodes and catch up on classics from the past with Boomerang. Boomerang started as a weekly programs block on Cartoon Network targeted at infant boomers. It resembled the Disney Channel's Vault Disney fond memories block. Initially, the program aired for four hours every Saturday, though the start times altered often. Ultimately, the Saturday block was moved to the morning and the Sunday block to the late night. https://tv.wwtmedia.com/betty-boop/ developed into a separate channel on Turner Broadcasting System. It premiered on April 1, 2000. SuperCartoons For those who are sentimental about the olden days of animation, Super Cartoons is a terrific website to see classic animations. The web page of the website currently features old Scooby-Doo episodes. The site features over 1,000 animations sorted by studio, character, and series. It also consists of videos of popular characters, like Road Runner and Tweety Bird. You can likewise see these cartoons on YouTube, the world's most popular video-sharing website. While it is a great way to watch timeless cartoons online, you may also have an interest in motion pictures and Japanese anime. Animations On has a large collection of animated shows ranging from old classics to contemporary animated programs. The website has an outstanding balance between family-friendly content and mature content, with subbed and called episodes offered for viewing. Furthermore, the site uses both subbed and called episodes, in addition to newly-released anime episodes with English subtitles. The site uses a variety of categories, including action, dream, and animation. Another way to view timeless animations online is through streaming sites. Lots of sites offer free animation streams. ToonJet is among them. You can stream classic animations for free, leave talk about the episodes, and include your preferred episodes to your line. You can also access classic animations from the 1960s and 70s via this site. If you do not want to spend any cash, you can also subscribe to Animation Network. The cartoon network website is updated regularly, and you don't need to register to view the cartoons. DC Kids If you're searching for an excellent streaming service for kids, look no more than DC Kids, a sis site to WB Children. You can enjoy traditional cartoons like Batman, Super Hero Girls, and the newest series South Park. These popular shows can also be played as games and downloaded. You'll be glad to understand that DC Kids isn't simply limited to United States territory, either. In fact, the site enables you to view cartoons from all over the world! The show is a satire of the comics and animated characters, and it's perfect for children of all ages. The majority of episodes start with an emergency situation or crisis that the heroes are hired to fix. Frequently, the heroes need to convince the bad guys to alter their methods, and they generally fix the crisis with a new plan of attack. The program typically featured environmental styles and natural catastrophes, and three DC Comics superheroes appeared as guest stars. For older children, there are other ways to watch classic cartoons. If you live outside the United States, you can watch shows from Boomerang and Warner Bros. through a site called WB Kids. The website uses both animated and live-action content, along with games and comics. WB Kids likewise uses a range of popular animation programs, but you won't discover every Boomerang series. While WB Children is much better understood for its classic programs, DC Kids is the website to check out if you're a child of that age.

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How to View Traditional Cartoons on TV

Are you fond of traditional cartoons but are not sure how to view them? Well, the primary step is to learn how to watch timeless cartoons on television. There are several alternatives out there. You can either sign up for a cable channel or use a streaming service. Boomerang is the most popular service, available in 144 million families. Regrettably, you can not always access it on the go, and there is no on-demand feature yet. However, this function will quickly be readily available to customers. You can enjoy classic cartoon on WWT TV. See tv.wwtmedia.com today and watch classic animations. Anime-Planet If you love traditional cartoons and want to see them on the go, you can now enjoy thousands of called episodes on Anime-Planet. This website is backed by the anime market and has thousands of episodes available for seeing. You can even create your own list of manga that you 'd like to enjoy. The website permits you to browse manga based upon your favorite tags, genres, magazines, years, and ratings. YouTube You can likewise find timeless cartoons on YouTube. Cartoon Network has its own channel where you can view episodes, trailers, and other content from their shows. The official YouTube channel of Tom and Jerry is an excellent location to start. This American animated series was developed in 1940 and centers on the competition between Tom Feline and Jerry Mouse. The animation includes recurring characters and slapstick funny. If you enjoy to laugh until you sob, this is the right location to find cartoons on YouTube. Hulu If you enjoy viewing classic animations, you should attempt watching them on Hulu. The service is owned by Walt Disney and uses totally free and paid streaming choices. You can enjoy lots of traditional animations, consisting of Scooby-Doo, The Jetsons, Looney Tunes, Bugs Bunny, Popeye, and Garfield. There are over 4,000 episodes offered. You can find brand-new cartoons every day, and you'll always have a fresh supply of cartoons to see. You can see the current episodes of numerous significant TV programs on Hulu, consisting of Saturday early morning animations. Whether you're seeing a cartoon for the very first time or seeing it again, you'll make sure to discover something to enjoy with your children. You can also browse the brand-new programs available on the service. For adults, you can take a look at Death Note, a series based upon the Japanese manga. It follows the exploits of a serial killer high school trainee and a group of investigators trying to capture him. If you're looking for more cartoons to view, you can likewise go to the Web Archive. There are a great deal of older animations offered, and you can discover the ones that your kids will enjoy. A number of these are complimentary to watch, but you can pay to get access to older cartoons. You can also enjoy timeless kids' programs before they struck the site. And if you don't wish to invest any cash, you can also sign up for the membership service of Hulu. Boomerang If you matured watching animations, you'll enjoy the Boomerang channel on your TV. This streaming service for kids and sentimental adults delivers traditional cartoons regularly. Although not yet offered all over, you can subscribe to enjoy the programs as needed whenever you like. While this streaming service is not complimentary, you can get a seven-day free trial to try it out prior to you buy it. betty boop 's a great way to watch classic animations without the inconvenience of downloading a film. Unlike numerous streaming services, Boomerang uses a comprehensive brochure of classic animations. You can watch your preferred youth animations for $5 a month. This service also consists of original material from Boomerang Network. There's something for everyone! With over 5,000 episodes and original material, you'll have the ability to discover a cartoon that interest every age and taste. You can also see the current episodes and catch up on classics from the past with Boomerang. Boomerang began as a weekly programming block on Cartoon Network targeted at infant boomers. It resembled the Disney Channel's Vault Disney nostalgia block. Initially, the program aired for four hours every Saturday, though the start times altered frequently. Eventually, the Saturday block was moved to the early morning and the Sunday block to the late night. The show ultimately developed into a separate channel on Turner Broadcasting System. It premiered on April 1, 2000. SuperCartoons For those who are sentimental about the olden days of animation, Super Cartoons is a terrific website to watch classic animations. The home page of the website currently includes old Scooby-Doo episodes. The site features over 1,000 animations sorted by studio, character, and series. It also includes videos of popular characters, like Road Runner and Tweety Bird. You can also enjoy these cartoons on YouTube, the world's most popular video-sharing site. While it is a great method to view classic cartoons online, you might likewise have an interest in films and Japanese anime. Animations On has a big collection of animated programs ranging from old classics to modern-day animated shows. The website has an exceptional balance in between family-friendly material and mature material, with subbed and called episodes readily available for seeing. Additionally, the site offers both subbed and called episodes, along with newly-released anime episodes with English subtitles. The website provides a variety of categories, consisting of action, dream, and animation. Another method to enjoy timeless animations online is through streaming sites. Many websites provide totally free cartoon streams. ToonJet is among them. You can stream traditional cartoons free of charge, leave discuss the episodes, and add your preferred episodes to your queue. You can likewise access timeless cartoons from the 1960s and 70s via this site. If you don't wish to spend any money, you can likewise register for Cartoon Network. The cartoon network site is upgraded regularly, and you do not have to sign up to view the cartoons. DC Kids If you're searching for a great streaming service for kids, look no more than DC Kids, a sibling website to WB Kids. You can enjoy traditional cartoons like Batman, Super Hero Girls, and the latest series South Park. These popular shows can likewise be played as games and downloaded. You'll be glad to know that DC Kids isn't simply limited to United States territory, either. In fact, the website allows you to enjoy cartoons from all over the world! The show is a satire of the comic book and animated characters, and it's perfect for children of all ages. A lot of episodes begin with an emergency situation or crisis that the heroes are hired to fix. Often, the heroes need to encourage the villains to alter their methods, and they typically resolve the crisis with a new plan of attack. The show frequently featured ecological styles and natural catastrophes, and 3 DC Comics superheroes appeared as guest stars. For older children, there are other ways to see timeless cartoons. If you live outside the United States, you can see programs from Boomerang and Warner Bros. through a website called WB Kids. The site offers both animated and live-action material, in addition to video games and comics. WB Children also offers a range of popular animation programs, however you will not find every Boomerang series. While WB Kids is much better known for its timeless shows, DC Kids is the website to visit if you're a kid of that age.

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How to View Timeless Animations on TV

Are you fond of classic cartoons but are not sure how to watch them? Well, the initial step is to discover how to view classic animations on television. There are numerous alternatives out there. You can either register for a cable channel or use a streaming service. Boomerang is the most popular service, available in 144 million families. Unfortunately, you can not constantly gain access to it on the go, and there is no on-demand feature yet. However, this function will quickly be readily available to customers. You can watch timeless cartoon on WWT TV. See tv.wwtmedia.com today and watch timeless cartoons. Anime-Planet If you love traditional cartoons and wish to enjoy them on the go, you can now delight in thousands of dubbed episodes on Anime-Planet. This website is backed by the anime market and has thousands of episodes offered for seeing. You can even develop your own list of manga that you wish to view. The site allows you to search manga based on your preferred tags, categories, magazines, years, and rankings. YouTube You can likewise discover timeless animations on YouTube. Animation Network has its own channel where you can watch episodes, trailers, and other material from their programs. The main YouTube channel of Tom and Jerry is a good place to start. This American animated series was developed in 1940 and centers on the competition between Tom Feline and Jerry Mouse. The cartoon features repeating characters and slapstick funny. If you enjoy to laugh till you weep, this is the right place to discover cartoons on YouTube. Hulu If you like watching timeless cartoons, you ought to try enjoying them on Hulu. The service is owned by Walt Disney and provides complimentary and paid streaming choices. You can enjoy lots of timeless animations, consisting of Scooby-Doo, The Jetsons, Looney Tunes, Bugs Bunny, Popeye, and Garfield. There are over 4,000 episodes readily available. You can find new animations every day, and you'll constantly have a fresh supply of animations to see. You can watch the latest episodes of numerous significant TV shows on Hulu, including Saturday early morning animations. Whether you're enjoying an animation for the very first time or enjoying it once again, you'll make sure to discover something to delight in with your children. You can likewise search the new shows available on the service. For grownups, you can take a look at Death Note, a series based upon the Japanese manga. It follows the exploits of a serial killer high school trainee and a team of detectives trying to catch him. If you're trying to find more animations to view, you can likewise visit the Internet Archive. There are a great deal of older cartoons available, and you can discover the ones that your kids will like. A number of these are free to see, but you can pay to get access to older animations. 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Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns.

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art.

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready.

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by.

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

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