#I will have more questions last we but fuck it’s nearly 3 am and I have work fuck

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

Hades II Questions:

(Bear in mind I got immediately murdered upon entering the second level/realm/area so I know nothing)

What happened to our best boi Cerberus???

Is Hypnos okay? Is he napping like just catching up or was he injured/locked away in sleep??? Slight spoiler: in the flashback he was also sleeping so has he ever been awake as long as Melinoe can remember???

Where is Dusa?!!? Did she get out okay?

Completely not relevant to anything do you think the broker and the chef from the first game are platonic besties or were enemies to lovers fighting over who is Hades’ favourite??

Do you think we could see Rhea, Kronos’ wife and mother of many Olympians, in the story???

What the fuck are the doors/wards blocking??? Ones says it’s blocking upstairs and there were talks about going to Olympus so maybe that’s one????

Not a question but I want Achilles and Patroclus to meet Odysseus. I don’t know if they jump him or are just incredible snarky but I want to see it

Are Thanatos and Meg doing Hades runs but the opposite way? Like going from Tartarus trying to get into the house of Hades cause damn it Kronos that’s our dumbass, and also our boss and boss 2, give them back!!

Do the Silver Sisters ever get to be on screen together just to hanging out? Like I know there will be a boon duo at some point but I just wanna see them catching up. I’ll take a flashback but I want to girls to just be chilling with their emotional support birds, frog and horse

#I will have more questions last we but fuck it’s nearly 3 am and I have work fuck #okay but seriously the broker and chef had to have had something #you don’t work that close for years with the employe of the [insert time] right there without some intense emotion #platonic or romantic #hades theory #hades artemis #hades melinoe #hades game #hades 2 #hades ii #hades supergiant #hypnos hades #hades zagreus #zagreus #hades megaera #hades thanatos #Hades dusa #melinoe #lostcoffeeposts #lostcoffeepost

[cubffections]

𑁥౿ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 — sunday.

۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ cw. nsfw, 18+ ! fem, sub! reader. office sex. use of nicknames ( he also calls u pup once :p ). possibly ooc ? :o js jealous mista sunday at the gala <3 ( 2.2 is finalli out ! had to drop hehe ! )

sunday, despite maintaining his nearly perfect persona, was a jealous man. it’s a flaw of his that he must clean up— he knows. trust me, he’s trying . .

“hello there, my pretty girl.”

he whispered in your ear, hoping his tone of voice was calmer than the raging thoughts racing inside his mind, because you see, this is him trying. if he had his way he would've swiftly tugged you away from the random attempting to make conversation with you. he truly does not know how much more he can take watching you chat and dance with so many disgusting men all in one night. though his rational side promptly reminds him it’s only natural you do so as his partner and co-host of this event.

“dearest !” you cheered, doing a quick nod to dismiss the man in front of you before turning to your beloved. “i was just wondering where you disappeared too, how could you leave me out here all alone ?” you pouted, cheeks puffed out as you glared at him. god, you just don't know how adorable you are, do you? even when you're berating him your eyes shone with love for him, and that alone was making this hard-on of his even more unbearable.

“my apologies darling, i’m afraid the crowd pulled us away from each other.” sunday mused, pulling you in close, strategically hiding the boner in his slacks from the view of others. he brushes off a stray hair strand off of your shoulder, the thought of it belonging to another man making his brows furrow. “i’m happy to have found you..”

“gosh, so am i ! all this socializing is sooo draining, y’know?” you spoke exasperated, soon going on about the fellow members of the family’s questioning on your career and the direction of you and sunday’s relationship. though to be honest, the winged man was too preoccupied by your lips to catch everything.

fuck, what flavor lip gloss did you have on today? strawberry? mint? peach, maybe? he couldn't help licking his lips in temptation, with half the mind to steal a hungry kiss. however he couldn't, not here where all eyes laid on you both.

after making up his mind, he was tuning back into your annoyed rant, nodding in agreement to whatever you last said. his fingers trailed down from your shoulders to caress the curves of your waist as he lowered his lips to your ear.

“well doll, how about we take a break away from all those problems . . how does that sound?”

the authoritative gaze of his amber eyes smiling down at you as he finally pressed you against the ache that's been begging to be made known the entire time. a look of realization flashes across your features before flushing into something more sensual and needy. finally, you're on the same page as him.

“don't make such a fuss sweetheart, you act like you haven't rode me before.” sunday commented. his honey eyes watched you struggle to sit on his cock, observing every squirm and weak complaints falling from your lips.

your cunt was stretched and soaked, taking him like you were made for this, so he couldn't comprehend why his angel was too afraid to bottom out completely.

“s-so b..big ! ‘s too much !” you squeaked, your eyes foggy and obviously cockdrunk. sunday couldn't help but click his tongue in disapproval since this was your punishment after all. your angelic presence drove him crazy all night but you couldn't do the simple task of sitting on his dick? unbelievable. perhaps he did spoil his angel a little too much.

a smirk plays on his lips as his fingers grips into your ass firmly, slamming you down immediately. he groaned out as you let out a high pitched squeal, his cock thrusting up into your maddening warmth at a quick pace. your breathy moans were soon becoming more choked and whiny as mindless babbles fell from your sweet lips.

“so— fuck,, 'so big' was it? but here you are, humping my cock like a needy pup.”

he grunted as the sound of his hips slapping into yours echoed through his office, catching your lips into a sloppy kiss. your mouths pressing into each other with a strong fervor for each other’s touch. his hands traveling around your bare skin to pull your perky nipples and massage on your clit as he pounded himself deeper into your pussy.

“pleasepleasepleas . . “ you wailed out, voice cracking as you felt yourself being engulfed even further by his cock. he was acting like such a bully the way he fucked into you, so fast and deep but would slow down everytime you neared the edge. soon your pretty eyes was staring down at him with tears threatening to fall. “sunday make me cum, d-don't be mean . .! m’ need it soo bad!” you sobbed, desperate for even a slight release, causing an amused huff from the perpetrator.

“oh dear, you really don't have a clue?” he grunted, faux sympathy laced in his words as he started his quick pace once more, rendering your ability to answer his question. your heated breaths were mixing and his cock filling you to the point where hearts were twinkling in each of your gazes as you made eye contact.

“your beloved is a jealous, jealous man.”

© CUBFFECTIONS

#𑄼ల۫ ﹒𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 . . #still shocked m wrote tis . . #sunday smut #sunday x reader #sunday hsr #sunday honkai star rail #sunday x you #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr sunday

[susiephone]

wtf is dracula daily?

i’ve seen a couple people ask this question on my posts about it, so i thought i’d go ahead and clear it up here!

ok so, the classic horror novel “dracula” is an epistolary novel - that means it’s told via letters, diary entries, ship logs, and news articles. (technically the term “epistolary novel” refers to works told solely through letters or emails, but many have expanded it to mean any work that is told via in-universe documents, hence why diaries and logs often get included as well. “frankenstein” is another classic example; the whole framing device is robert walton is recounting the story he heard from victor to his sister via letter. a modern example would be “several people are typing,” which is told via slack messages, or “the perks of being a wallflower,” which is told via letters from charlie to his anonymous pen pal, which is functionally more like you’re reading his diary.)

because of the nature of the narrative, we actually know the exact day nearly everything in dracula happens - the letters, news articles, diary entries, etc. are all dated.

“dracula daily” is a substack project where the novel is broken up into parts, with people who are subscribed to the project getting emails every day something in dracula happens - for example, the novel opens with jonathan harker’s journal entry on may 3, so on may 3, subscribers are emailed that entry. the action of dracula takes place from may 3 - november 6, plus an epilogue set some years later. the project started in 2021 (i think), but fucking BLEW UP in 2022, and they’re doing it again this year! lots of us are very excited - especially people like me who fell behind last time.

why not just read the book?

valid! due to some parts of dracula being told out of chronological order, dracula daily does reorder some things. for example, the first section of dracula is told entirely from jonathan harker’s pov, then the second section switches the pov to mina murray. their sections have some overlap in the timeline, so dracula daily jumps back and forth between their perspectives.

if you want to read the book as bram stoker intended, dracula daily may not be for you. but for a lot of people (myself included!), it breaks up a very long text into easily digestible chunks (....mostly. there is one entry that is 10k words), and the fact that it’s a big project means there are a lot of people reading along with you.

i think there’s also something valuable about experience the slow revelation of wtf is going on along with the characters. the book which you might otherwise get through in a few days is stretched out into months of suspense and agony as you wait for the other shoe to drop, and it’s great.

plus, the whiplash between “jonathan harker’s neverending horror” vs “lucy is basically on the bachelorette” that you get in dracula daily is very very funny.

how do i sign up?

right here! and if you sign up and fall behind in the emails, no worries - the dracula daily website posts past entries so you can catch up.

what if i prefer audiobooks?

have i got great news for you!

like i mentioned before, i couldn’t keep up with the emails last year. part of it is that it is much easier for me to focus on an audiobook or keep up with a podcast than it is for me to sit down and read, especially with longer entries.

this year, there is going to be a podcast titled “re: dracula” that was inspired by dracula daily. every episode will be a dracula daily entry, with a full voice cast! (seriously, if you listen to british podcasts, you will recognize some of these names. the magnus archives and wooden overcoats girlies are WINNING.) you can find that here.

there is also a podcast called “cryptic canticles” that has an already-completed audiodrama of dracula that i’m told is also extremely good, and was also broken up by date. you can find that here.

why do i keep hearing about paprika/the boyfriend squad/lizard fashion/cowboys?

you’ll see.

oh god am i gonna hear about this nerd shit for the rest of the year

yes. sorry.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #cryptic canticles

[suguruplsr]

All you know..

✰ ✰ ✰ “are we dating? are we fuckin’? are we best friends? are we something in between that?” — heartbeat , childish gambino

જ⁀➴ i fucking love this. idk what it is tho <3

,, fuckboy! suguru x fem!reader , situation-ship , toxic (both kinda) , reader is mentioned to hook up a bit (w/ boys n’ girls) , slight angst , smut , sex at a party , mirror sex , mean! suguru , degradation , choking , slapping , brat taming ? , idk i wrote this at 4 am

fuckboy! suguru who you met at some party your friend took you to, hosted by his best friend, gojo satoru. surprisingly enough, suguru was the exact opposite of satoru, sure he had the sexual appeal that he definitely used to his advantage, but he was more respectful and quiet. rather than hitting up on girls like his counterpart, the girls were lured to him with just looks alone. his dark eyes and low voice wrapping them tightly into his web until he’s asking them to get out of his bed at 6 am in the morning, needing to clean his room and air out the stench of sex.

— but he never told you to leave, in fact, he let you stay in bed while he cleaned, gathering up your clothes to wash them and leaving out some of his for you to put on when you woke up. suguru wondered if he was just pussy whipped or just too tired to deal with a person that early in the morning. but he was in fact whipped when he found you fixing up his bed after waking up. actually making small talk with him, something he wasn’t fond of, but after your conversation drifted off from the topic last night, he found himself talking with you for hours on his couch, eventually watching a movie and all.

fuckboy! suguru who you see more, from random calls of ‘needing him’ to late night drives to get ice cream. or smoking a thick blunt at 8 am while you two watch some rom-com you picked out. getting picked up straight after work to go to his house and get your feet rubbed, loved on with small praises murmured into your thighs. sometimes he’s taking you to the club or to fancy dinners. you like it, the diversity of being.. well, something, with him. which leads to what you don’t like, not having a name for what you two are.

— two months. it took you two months of good dick, soft moments, fun dates, and getting spoiled for you to question everything. you almost felt guilty, but you were too headstrong for that, you know any other girl in your place would never complain or demand an answer as to what relationship you two have formed. but you know that’s probably why he likes you, so stubborn and always knowing what you want. the first time it came to mind, you asked him straight up.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

“suguru?” you finish cutting your steak, before answering his small “hm?” , “what are we?” your voice was probably softer then you wanted it to be, confidence faltering as he stayed silent. perhaps this wasn't the best time? well yea, no shit, you think. you two were at some well known restaurant downtown, both of you dressed up and eating delicious food that suguru was paying for. you didn’t know where his money came from, but you knew better than to press when he gave an indirect answer the first time you asked, guys like that usually do some shady shit. and you have enough experience to know to just accept you found a man with good money and go about your business.

“how about you just eat mama? we’ll talk later.” and later never came, just subject changes and avoidance that had you rethinking this whole thing you had with him. it’s not like he has eyes for other girls, obviously committed to this growing.. situationship.. you two have going on. he turns down girls in a heartbeat, and nearly yelled at satoru when he found out his best friend was giving out his number to shy admirers. he was very clear that he wanted you. just not clear enough. and it’s not like you’re looking for others, but you can’t help but just want something more, wanting to be in an actual relationship rather than walk on this thread of string that you could tip over at any moment.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

fuckboy! suguru that you have an argument with for the first time after 3 months of knowing each other. annoyed by your nonstop questioning that he’s been desperately trying to not answer. and he goes off, making it painfully clear that no matter what you two do, you guys aren’t even completely serious, meaning that those moments of vulnerability, kisses that were way more than just the ‘heat of the moment’, the drives to walmart at 2 am for snacks, everything that made you fall in love, was just nothing. and that he doesn’t owe you an explanation as to why it’s nothing, as to why those soft touches that explored your body in a language different from just sex, was nothing. the tiny shifts in your dynamic together was just nothing. there was never something, and you were just friends with benefits. nothing more.

— finding your answer, you decide that perhaps it was best to leave nothing and to find something. not talking to him for weeks and responding to those guys who ask for your number, which leads to very few that you see outside of your bed. maybe you were desensitized after him? only knowing the name of geto suguru, a taste on your lips that was oh so sour. yet a taste on your lips that never leaves, no one fills the lost warmth when they hold you, it’s not the same as his, they may be a good kisser, but it’s not the same as his, they could throw dick down good, but it wasn’t the same as his. you only knew geto suguru.

— and you fucking hate yourself for that. you hate that he suddenly appears outside your door after 5 weeks and 4 days since your argument. you hate that you let him in and fuck you in such an intimate way that it doesn’t feel like fucking, you hate that you swear up and down you’ll set it straight with him in the morning only to be greeted by his lazy smile, making you breakfast and apologizing for everything except for not giving you a simple answer. you hate that you let him walk back into your life so casually. and it happens, you ask after two weeks of ‘normalcy’, in which he doesn’t answer. and you try to make it clear you won’t be seeing him again. but it happens again, again, and again. because no one can love you in the way geto suguru does. and you only knew geto suguru.

fuckboy! suguru who makes you fall into a swirl of emotions you hate. 6 months. you don’t ask anymore. that cute guy at starbucks? you had three dates with him. the hot tattoo artist down the street? yea you two fucked after she finished her work on your back. the same one suguru kissed all over after it finished healing. gojo satoru? he’s been in your bed a few times. that makes you confident in knowing that suguru isn’t oblivious to the fact that you’ve been seeing others without a care in the world. but you also know he won’t do anything, because according to his logic, you two weren’t anything serious. so he has no right to judge you, no matter how well he treats you. it was nothing in his eyes right?

— maybe that’s why you have to try breaking his patience again, one last time. maybe he’ll finally cut you off and let you move on or he’ll give you an answer you can take and hold onto, without hesitation. you’re going to a halloween costume themed party, everyone in their typical final girl outfits, or wearing iconic outfits of killers you’ve all grown to know. you wear a skimpy killer nurse costume, painting fake blood in places that forces eyes to linger for too long. i mean, if it made geto suguru, of all people, to stop and give you a look that may have been a warning for you to keep your act together, then was it really a defective plan?

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

“man, this mansion is fucking creepy.” your friend groans, taking in another sip of her ‘blood’ (wine), after you two walk over the creaking wood. you two were on the 2nd floor, watching the dancing that happened below you two. mainly coming up here after you two realized this is where mostly everyone looking for a quick fuck went to. but your friend only gave you a sigh when your eyes stayed on some broad guy at the end of the hall. “you serious about this? what about that guy you came here with?” she raised an eyebrow, nudging your side as you rolled your eyes.

“and he’s precisely why i’m doing this babe.” you grin, finishing off your drink and getting up once you see the familiar cloak of suguru’s classic ghost face costume from the corner of your eyes. he was finally taking the bait and coming up stairs. you only knew it was him from the gray glowing paint at the ends of it, something he did when he found out a lot of people were going to dress up as the famous killer. but you also knew from how his eyes stayed on you, they may be covered by the creepy mask, but the slow turn of his head from downstairs when he had first seen you walking up the stairs said enough.

you strut over to the guy with a ditzy smile, his eyes quickly finding themselves falling to your busty breasts as you rub a hand along his chest, making it ‘apparent’ to him that you wanted to take him to some random room and have him fuck your brains out. which wasn’t really the case to be honest. sure he had a good figure, but from his constant stuttering and nervous body language, you knew wasn’t your type. he was lost, definitely a virgin. maybe you’ll hit him up when he gets some experience under his belt? well, probably after you delete the one number that always stays pinned in your messages.

you almost have the poor guy falling for your slutty act when a gloved hand grips your wrist tightly, the masked figure pulling you away with no words. “suguru? fuck are you doing? hey—“ you tried playing dumb, almost tripping when he slams the door of some guest room and pins you to it harshly. you stay silent, almost holding your breath at the sounds of his heavy one, the white mocking mask staring at you eerily. “i tried to be patient with you.” suguru’s voice was filled with bitterness that made you scared for a moment, his hands moving your body. “i even tried to fucking ignore whatever stupid shit you got going on, since you wanna fuck everything that exists.” he sneers, gripping your throat and ignoring your whimper of his name, acrylic nails scratching his gloved hand, which he swats away. “i even let you get away with having my best friends dick down your throat.” he chuckles darkly, pulling you off the wall and pushing you to the bed, his hands letting go.

“wait— suguru i—“ you nearly choke on your words, your eyes watery as he keeps walking towards you, boots dangerously clacking against the wood floor as you fall to the bed, cornered. he pulls the mask up to his nose, strands of his bang showing and you can hear his words clearly, panties pooling in fear, “i want your ass naked and face in the fuckin’ sheets when i come back.” is all he says, you scramble after he closes the door, rolling off the two piece outfit and feeling humiliated at the sight of your cum stained panties.

but nothing is more embarrassing than the possibility of someone walking in, considering his orders weren’t for you to lock the door, or to even look in that direction. you were forced to wait, face deep in the blanket, scared of hearing that door opening and not hearing the dark tone of suguru’s voice. sure it had you aching in dread, but you’ll take whatever sick punishment suguru has for you than someone seeing you in such a state. did you really take it too far this time? but it’s not really your fault.. he’s the one pent up on you seeing other people when you two aren’t even dating.

fortunately, you’re smart enough to know not to even say any of that when you hear the door open, quickly slammed closed and locked. your hands grip the blanket tighter at the sound of his boots. those fucking boots, why do they have to be so loud? it feels like you’re about to be killed or somethin’..

and killed you were. your pussy at least..

“fuck are you cryin’ for huh? this what you do on the daily, nothin’ new right?” suguru chuckles with a hand wrapping around your neck, and pulling your teary ruined face back towards him. he was taking you from behind, cock filling you to the hilt and making you feel him even more as you leaned back to him. you weren’t sure how many times you came on him. time doesn’t even feel real anymore.. what were you even doing before this? it didn’t matter.

you try to talk, words mushing into gibberish as he tightens his grip, making a sound of disappointment before pushing your face back into the sheets, slapping your ass and fucking into your sloppy pussy with thrusts that had you thinking of nothing. only able to just take it, moaning loudly with dark spots forming in your vision, the music downstairs hopefully drowning you two out. suguru’s mask was long gone, most of his hair pulled into a ponytail with his bangs falling. he looked so hot when you two were getting ready, and he still does, your face twisted to the mirror across the room, your blurry eyes watching him put you in your place.

“you’re droolin’ princess, gonna leave a stain for satoru to see later.” suguru smiles, you weren’t even shy about how the thought turned you on, clenching around him so tightly it was almost hard for him to drag his cock through your walls. “oh you like thaaat. let him know this pussy’s mine kay? bet you want him to see you like this.. always slutting yourself out with everyone, only to keep comin’ back to me.” you knew that was an underline for something you never forget. no one’s as good as him. no one will ever fuck you as good as him. and no one will love you as good as him. no one gets to keep playing with your heart like he does, taking you home at 5 am and staying in your life like it was nothing. no one tastes like geto suguru.

that’s all you knew.

#jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #geto x black reader #geto smut #geto x you #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #suguru x chubby reader #suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x plus size reader #suguru geto #getou suguru smut #wrote w/ black reader in mind <3

[fandomfix13]

Get Him Back - Rafe Cameron 18+

* HI ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE WRITTEN ANYTHING BUT IM HERE NOW

* TBH THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT SO BARE WITH ME

* This is so super long and also completely filthy at parts SO MDNI and pls read warnings

* little bit of fluff? Def some pretty smutty smut. This did not start out as smut but here we are

* WRITTEN IN Y/N’s POV, lots of dialogue

*anything in italics is your inner monologue

Word count: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI!, mentions of cheating (not rafe), toxic ex,  oral (giving and receiving), fingering, rough-ish??, p in v sex, hair pulling, light choking??, not rated e for everyone

The rain is pouring down in sheets. Falling harder than it has in a while. My head is pounding from holding back tears, that I might as well let out. I never thought that I would be in this situation. Forced out of my boyfriend's car after a fight at nearly one in the morning, with a dead phone, left to walk home alone in the pouring rain. How cliche. Not to mention the fact that I’m just over three miles away from home. What a dick. Some “man” he is to leave me like that. For all he cares, I could be kidnapped out here. However, it's highly unlikely being that I’m wandering in one of (if not the nicest) neighborhoods in this entire state. Constantly guarded by a neighborhood watch, with gated community after gated community.

 I can see the the sharp rain plummeting down in the glow of the street lights. Unlucky for me, the wind has picked up too making this walk even more miserable. At this point, I have two options; 1. I could continue to walk home in this miserable weather OR 2. I could lose all dignity and show up to Sarah’s house after not talking to her in months. Seeing as this storm is showing absolutely no sign of stopping, its looking like the second option is better. As I turn the corner, I approach the Seabrook Gated Community. A little ways down is the fence that Sarah and I used to hop all the time when we would sneak out. That’s my in. It’s an old rusty fence that is hidden behind some overgrown hedges behind some wildly overpriced house that rarely ever has anyone living in it.         

After nearly slipping off of the slippery fence, I make my way down the street to Tanny Hill. Mentally preparing myself for the absolute humiliation that will occur if Sarah opens the front door. We had our falling out about 3 months ago and we haven't spoken since. We have tried our best to avoid each other at all costs. At least I’ve tried avoiding her, that is, until this very moment. 

As I approach the front lawn, I genuinely consider turning around and quite literally braving the storm and walking home. As it is, I’m already soaked from head to toe and probably on the verge of pneumonia. However, I shake off my thoughts and walk towards the front door. I knock three times in hope that someone will hear. I don’t ring the doorbell out of fear of waking up the entire Cameron household which is the last thing I need to do. After a few seconds, nobody answers. This house is huge maybe they are coming. I convince myself that nobody is answering the door so I turn accepting my fate and I walk away. Suddenly, I hear the front door unlock and my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear his voice. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” Fuck. Me.

“Hey Rafe.” I choke out. God I probably look insane.

“What are you doing here?” he looks at his phone “at 1:26 in the morning.”

“Um. Is Sarah home?” I spit out, trying to avoid conversation.

“She’s not…but I am.” He leans against the door frame looking me up and down in a ‘you good?’ way. “You also didn’t answer my question.” He adds.

“I uh…I didn’t know where else to go.” I say quietly. I was right. This is in fact humiliating. He just stands there and stares at me. Clearly unamused at the fact that I still haven't answered his question as to why I am standing on his front porch looking like a wet dog. I would stare too. “Are you gonna let me inside? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me in silence.” I add.

“That depends.” He says lookin back into the house then back at me. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re here? Or are you just gonna avoid the question.” Touche. We stand here in silence for a moment as he watches me get pelted in the face by the rain and I chatter my teeth. He finally pushes the door open further and gestures for me to come inside. Thank go Sarah isn’t home because I would be shitting myself out of embarrassment right now. I walk in and Rafe opens a hallway in the closet as he reaches in and grabs a towel that he throws at me. “If You get anything wet, Rose will lose her shit.” 

“How kind.” I say with strong notes of sarcasm.

“Hey I didn’t have to let you in. I could've just left you outside on your own.” he’s right.

“Well you wouldn’t be the first guy to leave me outside tonight, so I probably would’ve been fine” I blurt out without thinking. What happened to me tonight is none of his business. Plus I’m sure he will hear about it anyway. However, he did let me inside which he did not have to do, so I could at least pretend to be grateful. 

“Damn. That's rough. Sorry about that.” he almost sounded embarrassed.

“No, it's fine. Thanks for the towel.” he nods and sits down at the kitchen counter. We stand in silence for a bit as I ring my hair out into the sink. This couldn’t be more awkward. Here I am standing in my ex best friend’s house with her older brother, who was in fact my first kiss in a game of truth or dare years ago, and who happens to be the best friend of my boyfriend who just dumped me on the side of the road in the middle of the night. This is just grand. “Do you have a phone charger? My phone is completely dead.” 

“Uh yeah its upstairs. Do you wanna-” he cut himself off before speaking again. “Do you just wanna come up with me so you can change?” Right. So. Apparently this absolutely CAN  feel more awkward. Whatever. I need to charge my phone and honestly a change of clothes sounds devine. I silently follow Rafe up the stairs and into his room. “If you want you can take a shower to warm up. Your teeth haven’t stopped chattering since you got here.” he’s being frighteningly nice. 

“Um sure.” I say hesitantly as I am incredibly confused by his nice attitude. I plug in my phone and Rafe hands me one of his old t-shirts and a pair of booty shorts that were surely left here by some random girl, but honestly I don’t care. I have to get out of these clothes. “Thanks.” I say taking the clothes and entering his bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly behind me. Literally what the fuck. There is no way this is really happening. 

I take my time in the shower as I let the steaming hot water warm me up for a while. When I’m done, I put on the clothes that Rafe gave me, and open the bathroom door seeing him sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Topper called you like five times when you were in the shower.” He says unfazed. My attitude shifts almost immediately. 

“You didn’t answer it did you?” I blurt out. Nice job y/n! That wasn’t suspicious at all!

“No…why would I?” he laughs clearly confused as I let out a sigh  of relief. Once again. Awkward silence. I take a seat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. “Are you gonna call him back?” he asks. Before I could answer him, his phone starts to ring. Toppers name is displayed on the screen. Rafe looks at his phone, then back to me, then back to his phone. 

“I am NOT here. Answer it. Put it on speaker.” I say frantically. Now he's intrigued.

“Hey Top!” Rafe answers. “Rafe! I fucked up man. I fucked up BAD! I’m coming over. I need a drink asap.” I am immediately shaking my head and mouthing ‘no’. “Top I can’t tonight man. My dad is on my ass and if Rose finds out I have someone over, I’m dead bro.” Is he seriously helping me right now? 

Topper scoffs on the other line. “Since when have you given a shit about what Rose thinks? I’m already on my way!” 

“Then turn around and go home man. I can’t tonight.”

“What is up with you dude? You never turn down a drink” its silent for a minute “Oh shit do you have a chick over right now?” Im disgusted at the change in tone in Top’s voice when he  brings up Rafe having a girl over.

“Yeah bro I do. And she’s alone right now in my bed so I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” Rafe responds, very quick to go along with Topper’s question.

“That’s my man!” Topper laughs “is she hot? She better be hot!”

Even Rafe rolls his eyes at Topper’s comment. “Yeah she’s hot. Okay gotta go man.” Rafe responds as he hangs up the phone. Is that true, does he think I’m hot? I don’t care. Do I?

I let out a huge sigh of relief that we dodged the bullet of Top showing up here. 

“So. Are you gonna tell me why I just had to lie to my best friend?”

I shift nervously. “Well technically you didn’t lie. There is a ‘chick’ here and she is sitting on your bed.” I try to make a joke avoiding this conversation at all costs. 

“Y/n.” He says, raising his eyebrows. He clearly wants an answer. 

“I broke up with Top and he didn’t take it well.” I say on an exhale. He doesn’t say anything because he’s not stupid. He has probably figured out that much already. I let out a heavy sigh. “He kicked me out of his car in the middle of the road three miles away from my house in the fucking rain because I accused him of cheating on me. He told me that I had no idea what I was talking about. He said I was crazy, and that I was making shit up. But I’m not. I know for a fact that I’m not. It’s not the first time either. He’s done it before, which I’m sure you already know since you’re his best friend and he probably tells you everything.” I make that realization as I’m rambling my story out to him. Rafe is probably well aware of Topper’s lack of loyalty. 

“I uh. I knew about it the first time.” He admits. His honestly with the situation makes me laugh a little as I roll my eyes.

“Of course you did. Being that it was with your sister. I’d be shocked if you didn’t know.” The look on Rafe’s face instantly changes. It’s almost like he’s holding something back. “Unless…Sarah wasn’t the first girl was she. There was someone else.” Tears that I have been pushing back for weeks start to well in my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m furious. Even Rafe doesn’t know what to say. Without thinking, I grab my wet clothes and my barely charged phone, and head towards his bedroom door. “I should go. Thanks for the shower and-” 

“Y/n don’t be ridiculous” he says quickly following me. “You can’t leave right now that storm is getting worse” He puts his hand on the door, shutting it. 

I turn and he is standing close enough to me to create an odd sort of tension. 

“Why don’t you get him back?” Rafe suggests as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to get back with him Rafe I’m so ov-” he cuts me off.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I mean get him back. As in revenge.” he says as he steps closer to me. Jesus Christ I’m an absolute idiot.

“Revenge…right.” I laugh awkwardly. He continues to inch closer, creating an even bigger amount of tension. Not that tension is an unfamiliar thing with Rafe and I. There has always been a weird tension between us. Ya know…the whole best friends brother thing. I’ve known Rafe for almost 10 years. Something about his cocky attitude has always been attractive to me. Call it toxic. I don’t care. It’s just the truth. Rafe and I are standing right infront of each other. He is towering over me as my back is still to the door. 

“You know…They say that one of the best ways to get over a guy is to get under another.” He almost whispers while moving my hair out of my face. I can’t help but blush. The thought of getting back at Topper crossed my mind the second he cheated on me. The thought of getting back at him by hooking up with his best friend? That’s even better. Rafe leans down and starts to kiss my neck. “Rafe we probably shouldn’t do this” I whisper clearly enjoying it.

“Of course we shouldn’t. But I do shit that I shouldn’t do all the time.” He stops kissing my neck to look me in the face.

“Me too” I nod letting out a breath as I crash my lips onto his. The kiss is instantly filled with an insane amount of intensity. Rafe backs me up against the wall as he deepens the kiss. He moves from my mouth to my neck, leaving hickeys all over. He is making sure that I can’t hide what we are doing. And I’m totally here for it. His hands move from my hair, to my hips, to underneath the hem of my shirt. Well. Technically his shirt. I’m braless since my bra got soaked in that rain earlier. He quickly realizes this as his hand grazes over my tits. He starts to grip them while kissing me, making me moan softly until he stops for a second. 

“As hot as you look in my shirt…it’s coming off” he nearly growls. I lift my arms as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it across the room. I reach for his shirt to take it off. Once he takes it off his mouth is back on mine. Our foreheads are pressed together as our bare chests are rising and falling against each other. He hoists me up, grabbing my ass as I throw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We don’t last long against the wall before we move to the bed.

He lays me down on the edge of the bed as he hovers over me kissing me yet again. Each kiss gets more aggressive. We bite each other's lips between kisses. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck leaving more marks. Slowly, he makes his way to my chests. The marks he makes get darker and darker. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me moan as he slightly bites down. He quickly moves his hand up to cover my mouth.

“Shhh. Baby we gotta stay quiet.” He says as he moves from one nipple to the other. I moan into his hand as he stifles the sound that comes out. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat as he wraps his hand around it lightly. His lips meet mine again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” holy shit. I moan into our kiss as his hand is on my throat. His hand travels down my body until its hovering over my shorts. He’s moving his hand from one thigh to the other. Barely grazing the spot where I need him the most. I breathe into our kiss as his hand stops at the waistband of my shorts. He’s such a fucking tease. He hovers his hand there for a minute sensing that I want more. 

“Oh my God Rafe” I moan out of anticipation.

“You want more baby?” he smirks against my lips.

“You know I do” Smartass.

“Say less” he moves from his position above me, to kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, revealing my bare pussy. He pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs in one swift motion, causing my breath to hitch. He leans down and attaches his mouth to my clit. This of course causes another accidental moan to slip from my mouth. I immediately throw my own hands over my mouth to quiet the noise. His tongue is swirling circles over my clit as he inserts two fingers without warning. As hard as I am trying to stifle my sounds, nothing could stop the groan that I let out at this moment. He moves his fingers at a faster pace that matches what his tongue is doing. 

“Holy Shit Rafe.” I whine.

“You like that?” he smirks up at me. I nod and roll my eyes to the back of my head before shutting them tightly. But suddenly Rafe stops. “Open your eyes y/n. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to see who is making you feel this good.” I do as he says and open my eyes as I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. “Atta girl” He smirks before burying his face into me yet again. He adds a third finger as I throw my head back while remaining eye contact. He curls his fingers as he eats me out and I want to scream at the pressure building up inside of me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers through his hair as he grins up towards me. 

“Rafe! Oh my God” I let out a string of other soft noises and words.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” I look Rafe in the eyes as I jerk my hips and arch my back, completely unraveling in front of him. As he removes his fingers from inside of me, he brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to see how good you taste.” he says as I take his fingers into my mouth until they are clean. He removes his fingers from my mouth and laces his hands through my hair as he devours me with a kiss. 

“That was incredible.” I breathe heavily.

“Oh we aren’t done yet princess.” the sound of him calling me princess was enough to nearly send me over the edge again. 

“I’d hope not” I tangle my tongue with his as he deepens the kiss by pulling my hair back. I reach for his pants and I undo his belt. 

“Eager are we?” he scoffs, pulling away for a moment. He removes his belt and  his pants. Leaving his boxers for me to remove. I gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I just was. When he sits, I climb onto his lap, straddling him over his boxers. I can tease too. I lean in kissing him as I slowly start to rock back and forth on his lap. I can feel him getting harder by the second. To be honest this is doing just as much for me as it is for him. I start to kiss his neck, leaving marks similar to the ones he left on me. I start to rock faster back and forth until he is letting out moans the way I was. I cover his mouth.

“I thought we had to stay quiet.” I give him a sly smile before kneeling on the floor and removing his boxers. I come face to face with his cock as I run my tongue up the side, looking up at him while I do it. I move my tongue to the other side slowly, taking my sweet time. 

“Fuck y/n” Rafe groans as he places his hand in my hair. 

I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and start to suck slowly, using my hands to work the rest that I can’t fit in my mouth. I bob my head up and down while I look up at him, my eyes are starting to water. He grabs my head and slightly pushes me down further, and I can feel his tip hit my throat. When it does Rafe lets out a deep moan with a mumbled string of “oh fucks”. After a few minutes, I can sense that he is going to cum. I don’t bother asking where he wants to finish before he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him with a smile.

“Holy shit. You really know what you’re doing.” He lets out a heavy content sigh. “We still aren't done yet. I need to be inside you.” He says laying me back down on the bed. I still cannot believe that this is happening. 

Rafe wastes no time climbing on top of me leaving sloppy kisses up my chest and meeting my mouth with his. “You sure about this?” He looks down at me.

“Never been more sure about anything.” I nod. 

“Good” He says as he grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. Seconds later, he is lining himself up at my entrance. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he enters inside of me. His cock stretched my pussy perfectly. He moves with smooth motions leaving us both moaning into each other's mouths as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brings his hand to my throat once again,barely applying pressure, making me let out a moan that was too loud to be stifled. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“You like when my hands are around your neck?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes! Oh my god yes” I am starting to get louder. He moves his hand from my throat to my mouth to keep me quiet again. I moan into his hand as his thrusts hit the perfect spot inside of me. He can tell that he has hit the spot when my hips start to buck in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I am almost screaming into his hand. As he leans down to kiss me again. 

“You gonna cum with me?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine. I nod unable to speak, to stop myself from screaming. “Words y/n. Use your words” 

“Fuck yes. I’m gonna cum!” I whine out. He thrusts in and out a few more times, hitting the spot perfectly making me squirm underneath him. With one final thrust, I arch my back as I scratch my nails down his, definitely leaving scratch marks. We cum simultaneously as we let out deep and hungry moans into each other's mouths. He just gave me the best orgasm I have ever had. He pulled out and laid next to me.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long to do that.” he says looking at me out of breath.

“Me too. I always had a crush on you ya know.” I say looking at him equally as out of breath.

“Yeah I know.” He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

“Took you long enough to do something about it.” I laugh back.

“Thank God I did. And I plan on doing it again. Just so you know.” I winked at me 

“I’d hope so.” I smile, laying there next to him. He was right. That was the best way to get over someone. 

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girl at home | mat barzal | part 5

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

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You didn’t think the situation with Mat’s statement could get any worse. You were already being pestered by your mom, your friends and even other parents at the day camps Nora attended. Mostly everyone knew that it was true that Mat was her father at that point so the statement caused questions to rise. Ignoring everybody’s opinions about it was easy but six simple words from Nora were what broke you. 

“I thought Mat was my daddy,” she said softly while eating breakfast one morning. She had been quiet since the day before but it continued when she woke up the next morning. You thought maybe she was just moody and tired but it ended up being much more than that.

It took you a minute to answer, trying to figure out where she might have heard or been told that. It wasn’t that surprising that she might have gotten the impression that he was her dad considering how much time Mat had been spending with the two of you or she overheard a conversation. Kids are very perceptive but you couldn’t see how anyone would directly tell her about the public statement and you had been very careful about what you said around Nora and told everyone else to do the same. 

Apparently someone didn’t get the memo. 

You had two options. You could lie to Nora about what was going on or you could explain it in the best way you could to her. Lying to your daughter was the last thing you wanted to do but figuring out the easiest way to explain it so she would understand was hard. How were you supposed to explain that yes, Mat is her daddy but he was a fucking idiot and told the world that she’s not even though he said he wanted to be in her life. It would have been so simple to take the easy way out but it wouldn’t have been fair to Nora so after she finished her breakfast, you sat her down. 

“You’re feeling a little confused, huh?” you asked, watching her fiddle with a loose string on her sweater. 

She nodded, still not looking up at you and not offering her thoughts. It was a bit alarming because she was usually a chatterbox, even when she was upset about something. She would let you know exactly what was wrong. 

“Who told you Mat was your daddy?” 

She finally looked up at you, and the tears threatening to spill from her eyes made you both angry and upset. You were ready to find whoever told her and scream at them but her answer stunned you.

“I heard you talking to Jaxy,” she whispered. “I wasn’t trying to listen but I was coming out to get some water and you said that you were mad at Mat.” 

She didn’t elaborate on what else she may have heard which was unnerving because you probably said a lot of things about Mat that night when Jax came over to talk to you about it. You hoped she didn’t stay long enough for your breakdown where you had cried for thirty straight minutes. 

She sniffled, wiping a couple tears away. “I don’t understand.”

Your heart broke but you still struggled with how to explain everything to her. Telling her in the beginning was probably a better idea but you were so caught up in your own thoughts and feelings, you ignored the person who should have been your number one priority the entire time. 

“Mat is your daddy, baby,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

I’m sorry I kept you a secret.

“How come everyone is saying he’s not?” 

Mat should have been the one to answer this question because it was his doing, but you hadn’t spoken to him since the night he was at your apartment and the two of you argued. He had texted you the day after but you ignored it because you didn’t know what you would say when given the chance.

“Well, sometimes people make mistakes and Mat said something he shouldn’t have,” you explained, hoping it was enough and it seemed to be enough at first but then she hugged you tightly.

“I love you mama,” she said and before you could reply, she quietly asked, “Do you think Mat loves me?” 

“I’m sure he does,” you told her and it took everything in you not to cry. 

. . .

Liana: dinner at our place @ 6. bring nora and don’t be late!!!

You’re tempted to decline the request and just stay home but you’ve been promising Liana and Nadia that you would actually visit instead of dropping Nora off and leaving like you’ve been doing. Avoiding Mat is becoming increasingly difficult. It’s been two weeks since he released the statement and a week since your conversion with Nora. She’s been asking a lot of questions, ones that you didn’t plan on having to answer so soon. You expected her to be angry with you for not telling her but she took your confirmation that Mat’s her dad with ease. 

So it didn’t come as a surprise when her first question was whether Mat would be at the Barzal household for this dinner. You hadn’t bothered to ask Liana, mainly because you knew it would definitely impact your decision to agree to go. 

“Did you know that Zoe’s mom and dad aren’t together either?” She says during the drive to the Barzal’s. 

You do know this but you humor her. “Really?”

“Yup. Zoe said she spends weekends with her dad and stays with her mommy during the week,” she explains and then moves on to a different topic. You’re a little curious why she would talk about her friends’ living arrangements but when you finally pull into the driveway, your question is answered. 

“Do I have to stay at Mat’s on the weekend?” She asks and if you hadn’t already parked the car, you would have hit the brakes. 

“No,” you say a little too quickly and sharply because she frowns. 

“How come?”

You don’t answer her question right away, getting out of the car and walking around to the other side. She’s already unbuckling her seatbelt by the time you open the door and she’s still frowning. 

“Just no, Nora.”

“But Zoe does!”

You can’t explain custody agreements to a seven-year-old so you say the first excuse you can think of. 

“He doesn’t live here,” you say, taking her hand and begin walking towards the house. She’s dragging her feet, clearly not happy with your response. 

“Do I have to call him dad?” 

“No.”

“Why?”

“Just ‘cause,” you say, stopping at the door and turning to her. Her arms are crossed and she’s giving you the look that says she won’t let up until you give her an answer she wants.

“Do you want to call him dad?” 

She pauses, looking down at the ground and frowning. After a moment she shakes her head. 

“No, but Miss. Jones says you’re not supposed to call your mommy and daddy by their first names ‘cause it’s disrespectful.” 

“It’s not up to Miss. Jones,” you say gently. “This is new, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

After a moment, she mutters a quiet “okay,” and then: “do you think Nadia has ice-cream for dessert?”

“Guess we’ll have to go inside and ask,” you reply and raise your fist to knock on the door but it swings open before you can. Liana is waiting on the other side with a big smile on her face. Nora runs straight to her and giggles when the older girl picks her up and swings her around. 

“C’mon in,” Liana says, ushering you inside. So far there’s no sign of Mat so some of the tension leaves your body. After putting both yours and Nora’s shoes aside, you make your way to the kitchen. Nadia is puttering around, juggling a million things but she still smiles softly when she sees you. 

“Can I help with anything?” 

“You can keep me company,” she says and points to a chair. “Sit down and update me on what you’ve been up to.”

You know that you can’t argue with her so you sit and chat idly with her. She doesn’t bring up anything to do with Mat and you’re not sure what to think about it. You almost slip up and ask if he’s going to be here for dinner but decide not to. You haven’t seen him around since you arrived, so he’s probably out. Maybe with a girl. 

Not that you care, obviously. 

Mike eventually pokes his head in the kitchen to greet you and ask how you’ve been. He offers to set the table but Nadia shoos him out of the kitchen, rolling her eyes fondly. 

“Don’t get married, they’re nothing but trouble,” she jokes but there’s a smile on her face that lingers even after her husband leaves. You always admired their relationship, and were certain that you and Mat would be like it some day but it wasn’t in the cards. 

Soon, Nadia calls everyone to dinner. Nora immediately asks why Mat isn’t here and there’s an awkward silence until Liana breaks it.

“He’s busy,” she tells Nora and that must be enough because she just nods and starts eating dinner. Nothing else is said about Mat but just as you’re all finishing dessert, you hear the door open and close and there’s only one person you figure it will be.  

Mat walks into the dining room, clearly caught off guard by your presence. Nora hops off her chair and darts over to him, wrapping her arms around his legs and starts chatting excitedly. He’s trying to give her all his attention but his eyes keep flickering to you. 

When Nadia and Mike get up to start clearing the table and Liana asks Nora if she wants to go watch a movie, you realize that the three of them planned this. It’s almost like you’re kids again, fighting about something stupid and needing his parents to help fix the problem. 

Mat looks at you a little helplessly when the room clears and it’s just the two of you. There’s no way you can yell at him with his family and Nora in the next room and you realize that was also probably planned. 

“Can we talk?” he asks and you really don’t want to, but you realize that eventually you’re going to have to talk to him so you nod. You follow him out the back door and the two of you sit on the porch steps in silence until you finally break it.

“Why didn’t you come to me about what PR wanted to do? We could have figured out something together.”

He shrugs, looking at the ground. “I didn’t think to ask you about it. I just wanted to fix everything before it got complicated. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Yeah, no shit,” you mutter. “That’s something you’re great at. You don’t think before you do anything.” 

You jump when he stands up suddenly and turns to face you. He’s angry but so are you.

“No, fuck that. You can’t just expect me to do everything right, when a month ago, all I had to worry about was hockey. I can’t be number one dad overnight! You didn’t even tell me about her for six years!” 

You’re a bit taken off guard by his sudden outburst but you can do anger too.

“That is the exact reason I didn’t tell you about her, Mat. Hockey is always going to come first in your life,” you snap. “And I didn’t ask you to be a number one dad, all I asked was that you be sure you wanted to be in her life before you committed to anything because this is exactly what I was worried about.” 

He falters a little, probably not expecting you to return the anger. 

“I didn’t want to post what they asked me to,” he says, sounding defeated. “But I didn’t know how to say no. When PR tells you to jump, you jump.”

You’ve no idea how public relations in hockey works, it’s possible that they would have posted the statement without asking Mat but you’re so damn angry. You’re angry but you don’t know who you’re even supposed to be mad at now. 

“You should have come to me,” you say again. “That’s how co-parenting works, you know.”

His mouth twitches. “That’s what we were doing?”

You can feel the anger slowly dissipating. Mat’s shoulders aren’t as tense and he plops back down on the steps so you sit next to him, letting your shoulders and knees knock against his.

“Well, you are her dad,” you admit. “And she is very concerned about her future living arrangements.”

He looks at you a little confused but there’s a small smile spreading across his face. 

“Does she know?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “She’s smarter than you expect sometimes.”

“She gets that from you,” he says, poking your arm.

You roll your eyes fondly. “Well she had to get her brains from someone.”

He huffs but it sounds more like a laugh. You watch him look at the ground, brows furrowed and deep in thought.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”

Here’s the thing that a lot of people don’t know about Mat: he doesn’t forgive himself easily. It’s something you learned the hard way when you were younger and dating. 

So you know he will beat himself up over this until you forgive him. 

“Yeah, but we both did.” You bump your knee against his until he looks up at you. “We can fix it, but we have to do it together.”

He holds out his pinky finger. ”Co-parenting, right?”  

You hook your finger around his and nod, letting yourself relax for the first time in weeks. It’s going to take time, hard work, and you’re both going to have to learn how to trust and communicate better again but you're sure you’ll get there.

“Together,” you agree.

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Young Love part 1/3 (Damian Wayne)

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This can be the the first day of what ever grade you’d like! College even

Damian marched into his honors chemistry class expecting to get into the biggest waste of his time. Immediately when the teacher started to speak he started fidgeting with the items prepared at each lab table. One careless bored move after the next, flames emerge. The sprinklers went off and students yelled as the flames spread.

Fuck fuck fuck

The fire was spreading fast, but Damian made it out the classroom, making sure everyone else left first. He frantically looked around for anyone in distress, and noticed the school was filled with smoke and there were more flames across the school.

There must be two fires then.

Regardless of not having his suit, Damian went into the flames to investigate. After going in and out to bring hurt students to safety, he searched the firey hallways. Nearly out of breath, he finally found a clue.

“What are you doing?” He shouted, expecting someone more criminal.

“Get away! Save yourself!” You sternly yelled, desperate to not hurt anyone in this incomprehensible accident.

Damian paused, slowly letting his arms down to see better. There you were, a teenage girl, flames coming cracks out of your face, tears streaming. Why did Damian’s heart hurt?

“Are you going to be okay if I did that?” He questioned.

“I.. I don’t know.”

“I’m staying,” He coughed. “I can help you, trust me.”

What the fuck is wrong with her?

“Everyone is out of the building but me. Trust me.” Damian reassured.

He looked down at his phone, Bruce sent him multiple worried messages, the last one being “on my way”. Damian sighed and put his phone away.

“We need to leave now, otherwise The Batman will think you did this on purpose or something.”

Your horrified eyes got wider. “Oh my god I’m a criminal.”

“No. Not if you get us out of here.” He coughed.

All the exits were blocked by fire, where could they escape? He stood behind you, impatiently waiting to get out of the building. You were unsure what to do, you had no control over the firey blasts coming from you. But for the first time, metaphorically and physically, someone was standing with you. You closed your eyes and focused on the blank void in your eyelids. Taking a deep breath and opening your eyes you shot your hand forward, letting a path through the fire slowly open.

“Just like that! Just a little more!” Damian shouted,

You yelled in pain, breaking more of the fire apart.

Damian gasped, looking over to you right as you fell unconscious. Without skipping a beat, he caught you and ran. He ran deep into the woods, trying to be sure no one could catch them. He looked behind him, the schools fire was spreading through Gotham. Setting you down, he moved the hair out of your face and stared with a judgmental look on his face. Then he put forward his hand to check your pulse. Still here. She’s the reason the city is on the verge of complete flames, yet he feels at complete peace sitting there in the woods with her.

You opened your eyes, finding yourself in a large dark room. In the corner was a figure sitting with his back turned at a desk. You stretched before setting your feet on the ground. You noticed the burn holes in your shoes, then pants, then sweatshirt. Then you remembered everything. You quickly looked up as there was a knock on the door.

“Damian! What’s going on?!” A deep voice yelled.

“Shit shit shit shit shit” whispered Damian. “We have to get out of here.”

“What?”

He put his hand over your mouth and used his hand to move your towards the window.

“Do what I do.” Damian instructed.

You jumped towards the ground and followed him through a long forest followed by a tall stone wall surrounding the place. After we made it through he turned to you and placed a finger over his mouth then you followed him to a dark secluded alley. Damian looked around making sure it was safe, then placed the hood over his head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are-“

“Look, the city is on fire, and it won’t stop burning. No amounts of water will stop it and everyone on the streets of Gotham is looking for you. Stop the fire now.”

You what?

“What do you mean the fire won’t go out?” You asked in disbelief.

“Nothing is stopping it. I know it has to be you.”

A part of you wanted to coward away into the fire and die with it, but something the feeling of looking around this man makes you feel okay.

“Not to mention they have footage of you… everyone knows it’s you.”

You stare blankly at the streets on fire,

“I…” you pause.

“I’m not leaving you until this is over.” Damian sternly stated. He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to him, your eyes softened, you felt a warm sensation in your chest- a good one.

“Do you meditate?” Damian asked,

For some reason he feels the need to help you. He relates to you almost. Maybe he sees what you could become, or maybe he could you had no sense of home like he did. Whatever it was it made him feel like risking everything for you.

“No?”

“Before I came here, I stayed somewhere far away from everyone and everything so I could live with myself and control myself. All through meditation. Sit with me please, do what I do again.”

You sat in-front of him mirroring his pose and shutting your eyes.

“Starting at your feet, take a minute to think about how every part of your body feels. Slowly work your way up.”

After a long period of silence, Damian continued the instructions.

“Slowly open your eyes now. I want you to identify the things you see to yourself right now. Just list everything you see, don’t think much.”

The trash. The rocks. The fire. God the fire. There’s a spider web, or maybe a Cobb web? And fire. So much fire.

You started to breath fast and heavy, waves of panic took over your body. You had to stop all of this fire? You didn’t even know how to start it.

“Hey, look at me. Not the fire. I’m right here, what do you see on me?”

Black hair. Spiky black hair. Tan skin. Dark eyes. Stern sharp eyes. He was like a black cat.

“Close your eyes again.”

You almost didn’t want to.

“Feel inside of you again. Think of what you feel. What did you see? How does it connect to the noise you hear right now?”

You could feel it. The fire. It was there in your core, burning. The burning got hotter and hotter until you opened your eyes, nearly in pain. The fire had gone out more, and weakens around you.

“That’s it. You’re in tune.” Damian smiled.

But it hurts.

You took a deep breath, and kept going.

Damian could tell it hurt, he understood the burning that gets worse when things get better.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

The fire eventually went out on one street, but there’s a lot more to Gotham then that. You and Damian decided to lay low overnight so you could get energy back before taking down more. You were still an enemy of the city, and who could blame them? It was night three of being on the run that you thought to ask his name.

Damian’s admiration for you grew, he spent all day trying to find more ways to help you control this curse. His phone was going off nearly every five minutes, you would just watch as he’d pause what he was saying, grumbled, looked at his phone, sighed, and type.

“Bruce, have you seen the news that just came out?” Alfred asked.

“No, is is about Damian?”

The poor man had been searching day and night for his son.

“Yes sir. I was watching the news and a video recording of last night came up, she was in an alley way and master Damian was clearly behind her…”

That confirmed Bruce’s instincts. His son was kidnapped, and he would do everything in his way to get him back. Without any words he stood from his desk, walked over to his weapons, and started packing his most obscure ones.

“Sir?”

“I will tear Gotham apart to find my son.”

#batman #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dc universe #dcamu

[henrysglock]

High Existence and ZeroSpace: The First Shadow and NINA May Be Massive, Immersive Drug Trips

The blurb in last Friday's video from TFS sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I found a lot of sites quoting The Alchemist about the universe conspiring to give you what you truly want (which is similar and it's probably what I was thinking of when this blurb registered as familiar), but I couldn't find this exact quote:

Well...not at first, anyway. I decided to stick every word I could make out here ^ into my search bar...and I found where the blurb comes from:

This blog post is quite literally the only source I could find for it, and the whole damn thing is directly lifted.

Right off the bat, the site fucking jump-scared me:

And it doesn't end there. Let's dive in, because this rabbit hole is a trip unto itself...no MDMA​ ​required.

1. The Fucking Website...#1 (HighExistence.com)

High Existence is a sort of drug-induced-spiritual-trip centered self-help site.

It's got blog posts and podcasts and all that jazz. Here are some of the highlights:

Wow! That was...a lot. A lot of words from the word show, too:

Wholeness, heroes, ancient aliens, prisons of politeness, and the fucking Shire, too, I guess. Why not?

(An Aside: I've included the VR in here too because of the sheer similarities between Henry's experience with the Shadow in VR, El's experience in NINA, and The First Shadow in general.)

Like fuck it, why not keep going, these posts date back to at least 2017:

And don't let me start in on that Creel boy and Faust...

[Jason voice] "[Eddie] made a deal with the devil and now he has his powers!" (Also we get it, one of them is neurotic and the other is psychotic. I've been saying this since like...forever)

Of course, all that insanity aside, the Russian base arc has just...an insane amount of ST4 and TFS stuff packed into it in general:

(And this isn't even all of it. I know others [cough] Stav Heroesbyler [cough] have covered it even more...but bro it is THERE)

But most importantly for the NINA arc:

Three things: Dialogue doubling (there's the one I showed, plus a) Robin yelling "Wipeout!" at Steve which has the pipeline -> "Wipeout!" at Rink-O-Mania -> 002-005 bullying El in a very similar manner and b) Steve's "that's amazing" line about the water fountain -> "This is amazing!" not only from Alice irt the Creel house but also from Mike irt Will's painting on their way to save El from NINA. Again, these are just a few of MANY instances), makeup doubling with the bloodshot eyes, and my beloved: set/prop doubling.

I love that beautiful framing on the nearly-identical square clocks. I have so much to say about that clock, but specifically:

The clocks being set 9 minutes apart, which happens to be the exact length of time from the end of Vecna's voiceover in 4.07 to the start of the fight sequence in 4.07 (aka the length of One's frozen-clock monologue).

Not only that, but the clock isn't even right. It says it's 3:55, but it's definitely not 3:55 AM (see: movie theater scene) but it's also not 3:55 PM:

(And why do we have a clock in an elevator anyway? That's the real question. That thang only exists to deliver subtext, baby! It exists to connect the two scenes further!)

Anyway, as you all likely noticed, this site mostly deals in psychedelics, stimulants, and empathogens.

link

Hell, you could even pull One's bit on the ecosystem into it, since he's describing connections between beings that are being disturbed/destroyed by humanity.

Anyway, the site tends to center specifically on DMT and MDMA...so let's talk about those:

MDMA & DMT An aside: Interesting to me that psychosis here can be counteracted with sedatives. Makes me wonder if whatever happened in 1979 could have been halted if they'd just tranq'd One. Hm.

First off: Did I read that right? Piggy-backing? Damn, son. 4.09, The Piggyback, is pictured in that paragraph. So is Brenner's candy bit with the children -> "candy flipping" vs LSD use in Brenner's lab.

Second: Ah, how nice. Intravenous/injectable. Just like how El is constantly being shot up with...something...to enter NINA.

Now, nearly all psychedelics can induce psychosis, but especially so if they're combined with other psychoactive substances and/or if the user has a history of psychosis (either themselves or in their family).

However, MDMA specifically has been posited as a treatment for PTSD and retrograde/traumagenic amnesia:

link Like...wow. Okay, I guess!

tl;dr: One seems to have been tripping fucking balls during the monologue. Literally every fucking version of him. El likely is as well. Funny how that works. Was any of that real? [smash cut to the way blood pours down the walls and the dead children dance around in the VR version of NINA] And either way, Henry in TFS isn't far behind with his hallucinogenic moments.

The connection? Whatever the hell is going on in Hawkins Labs...and symptoms of drug use.

I was not expecting to get this much out of a single rabbit hole. But...that's life with this show, isn't it? And this is only Part 1.

2. The Fucking Website...#2 (Futurism.com)

The guy who made that original post that TFS lifted the blurb from (Jordan Lejuwaan) runs a couple different websites. The most interesting one is Futurism, which is basically an online version of the Weekly Watcher:

It won't let me filter by date, but it seems to have been founded in 2017, stemming from an infographic subreddit. (Now, it says it's a trustworthy news source, and maybe it is, but... Do your own assessment of that. I'm not your mother, yknow?)

Jordan Lejuwaan was also involved in something far more interesting irt Stranger Things...

3. Zero Space

Jordan co-founded an immersive, interactive theater experience called ZeroSpace back in 2018. As we all know, TFS was just in the beginning phase of its creation around this time.

So...This was like a brick to the skull:

"Alice in Wonderland" (don't get me started: rabbit fuckery, DRUGS!!!!!, clocks/being later, Alice Creel, Fringe connections (Through The Looking Glass and What Walter Found There being the episode about the pocket universe where 20 years passed in 5 days...and also wherein we find out about him hiding away an Observer child that he will later time travel with to save the world from the Observer takeover...erasing himself from time/the timeline by doing so...there is SO much) not to mention the "one pill makes you larger/smaller" vs teen El and baby El...it's too much to try and fit in this post), "ALIENS AND LASERS", "stretch the perceived reality of the sense", "art, actors and your own mind converge to prompt MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS" (which was a common complaint about TFS: it leaves people with more questions than answers).

("See you on the other side" being an in-show line from Henry in the lab to Patty in the void, but this image is ripped directly from the same promo video that the High Existence blurb appears in.)

Here's a little taste of what ZeroSpace is like, but I suggest going to the actual page to see it in action:

It's heavily heavily reminiscent of TFS, even just in the content warnings...

Not to mention the actual show content SFX:

However, the goal of TFS isn't to stretch our senses. We're just watching. We are not the volunteer seeing the other side.

For most of the show, that person is Henry (except the first 5 mins, when it's Cptn. Brenner and his crew literally experiencing the other side). Henry is doing the experiencing. He's the one breaking the fourth wall by picking at/breaking the sets, the one running through the audience and leaving out the theater doors (only to end up right back on stage just like El in the Rainbow Room in 4.05).

With each bit of info I find out adjacent to the play, the more convinced I am that this is some secret third boy's experience in a NINA-like simulation.

Overall—

a) TFS most likely isn't wholly real, and it seems very likely that it's the same kind of simulation as NINA.

b) El was probably drugged up with some kind of empathogenic psychedelic going into NINA, likely with the goal of setting her up to form emotional connections quickly and deeply only to rip that deep connection away in order to bolster her abilities.

c) NINA is not, then, wholly based in truth. Parts of NINA (staring at the bullying from 002-005) may have been generated from El's memories of the outside world.

d) With NINA and TFS seeming so similar, I wouldn't be shocked if parts of it are just one massive empathogen trip (staring at how quickly Henry and Patty bond, similarly to how quickly Henry and El bond in NINA).

e) Whoever is in NINA with teen El is also tripping balls, most likely, and may have gone off the rails in that regard. However, that's in a simulation...hard to assign guilt or blame for things done in a fictional/unreal world.

f) Whoever was with baby El in 1979 may have been in a similar situation "moving chess pieces"-style instead. Read: drugged in order to put him in a situation where he would bolster El's latent abilities...and it went wrong (see also: Walter Bishop's orchestrated/fake massacre meant to bolster Olivia's latent abilities.)

g) Richard Brenner having been the head of narcotics makes me question which Brenner we're seeing at any given time: Martin, or Richard?

#st nina project #st: tfs #henry creel #el hopper #non-consensual drug use #medical malpractice #ZeroSpace #High Existence

[wroteclassicaly]

Open Window

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: You get really into your weekend tryst with Steve and Eddie.

Warnings: Language, masturbation, squirting, mentions of blood, fluff at the end, slight female dom, stripping, cowgirl, semi-established poly relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, NSFW, and lotsa naughty touching!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

A/N: Hey there, hi there! This is my first venture in the writing world of Stranger Things fanfiction! I’m nervous as hell, lol. I’ve only seen a few episodes, plus bits and pieces of the series, so I am keeping this fic pretty basic and plotless (basically just some self-serving filth, dedicated to all of us Eddie/Steve/Reader lovers, and fellow Steddie lovers). I fell absolutely in love with Eddie’s character, then Steve’s, causing an inevitable calling into this fandom/show, becoming dazed by how unique it is.

Once I finish the series in full, I do intend on having more stories and plot-heavy things coming, but my drafts are piling up with ideas that won’t leave me alone, so here we are, haha. I have watched ALOT of Eddie and Steve to try and grasp their characterizations. Crossing my fingers that isn’t in vain. Anyways, y’all are the judges of that! ;)

Enjoy! - Kristen <3

~*~

You’re not quite sure when it really started, but then again, what sane person could be? All the shit that’s been going down in Hawkins is supposed to be what shocks you, yet the fact of you ending up in a highly charged sexual relationship with both Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington - that wasn’t what anyone expected for a midwestern girl in a dizzying few weeks. And that’s who you had been before things began to shift and looks were exchanged. Was it a crippling fear leading to held hands, white knuckled grips nearly shredding flimsy bedsheets, or this irresistibly odd pull that connected you three together? It’s something you are not sure you’ll ever have the answer to.

Days began to bleed into one another, leaving behind worries about what others would think if they knew, rationality a passing memory. Everytime you gathered at Steve’s place or Eddie’s trailer, it became more heated than the last. Your introverted shell took a hit from each bruise Steve would paint across your thighs - an enriching deep red he’d use his mouth to clean with false apology, knowing you both fucking loved it. Eddie’s fondness fell into taking you hard enough to shatter some drywall behind Steve’s bed, fuck up his own bed, and render you unable to sit properly - leaving the two boys with cheshire-wide smirks at your shared friend group’s questioning. Eventually, your quieted persona broke apart in such a hungry manner that containing it wasn’t possible any longer.

Your parents had left you to watch the family pets and your one story home, some banquet in Indianapolis they were obligated to. You wasted no time in inviting your guys over, the first time you’d all be meeting at your place. Heavily tasked, you overly pampered yourself, in further detail, making sure your sheets were fresh, the beer was ice cold, and you were nice and prepared in… other ways. You used minimal makeup, a simple silk nightgown you took your last allowance payment to purchase, and your first real pair of lacy underwear. They were on their way to you by mere minutes…

~*~

You are giddy, cheeks kissed with a heat, as you watch the freshly shaved expanse of your thighs bounce against one another in eager anxiety. It seems like Hawkins can always provide a natural soundtrack for whatever-the-fuck is happening in your life, so a thunderstorm isn’t the least bit surprising to you. It’s calming, giving you the courage to approach the door upon seeing them roll up in Steve’s car outside. You sneak a peek through your mom’s maroon drapes, Eddie’s hands moving rapidly in front of Steve’s face, before Steve palms his forehead in frustration, motioning to his radio. They’re arguing over music again.

You roll your eyes and grow impatient, thumping your knuckles across the glass to attempt attention. Steve is the first to see your action, scoffing at Eddie, who points back at him to place blame. You flip them the double bird, letting the curtains drop, unlocking your front door and pulling it open, standing in front with your arms crossed. Fucking you, fucking each other - boys will still be pain in the ass boys. Ruining my sexy reveal plan… little bitches.

They’d already begun to climb from the car, insulting each other, that is, until they see you in the doorway. Like dogs trying to race for a bone, Steve and Eddie clamber through your dad’s rain soaked AstroTurf, crushing your mom’s newly planted flowers underneath their shoes, stopping breathless and wide eyed on your doorstep.

“You know,” You start, allowing your hands to press into a rest upon your hips. “I really don’t want to let you in here now.”

Eddie looks comical, Steve perplexed.

“If Harrington wasn’t such an uptight little shit, I don’t think you’d be pouting right now, Y/N.”

“Oh, great, blame it on me for nearly blowing out my eardrums. You’re a real stallion, Eddie.” Steve retorts in a biting sarcasm.

“I know I did not blow my last twenty dollars on this fucking piece of fabric for you two to argue over the radio again,” You pause, an after huff finishing your statement. “And by the way, Munson, I’m not pouting.”

Eddie grins, doing that damn swaying back and forth shit that he does, hands clasping together behind his back. You and Steve both watch that chain slap across worn black fabric-an automatic reaction. “Yes you are.”

“You have a shitty poker face, Y/N.” Steve butts in.

“You’re really pissing me off, I hope you both know that.” You’re trying to glare, but the beads of raindrops slicking Steve’s neck and dotting Eddie’s leather jacket are firing your stance. That gnawing ache is a sharp stab between your thighs, a signal to the way you’ve been feeling so possessively lustful towards them lately, without either man even knowing your libido’s full extent.

“You know what they say. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Eddie is practically giggling, that pearly white smile so damned big that you forget your irritation entirely, turning around and heading down the hallway to your bedroom.

Both boys exchange looks, a slight worry tinting Steve’s furrowed brow when he says, “Dude… really?” Leave it to Munson to still be cracking jokes when you’re breasts are heavily visible through the satin, your body language a little different than Steve has seen before.

“I didn’t mean anything by it…” Eddie slightly falters, pushing your front door closed and flipping its deadbolt.

~*~

When both boys venture to your room, they aren’t prepared for it. Lightly scented candles are lit on your desk, a greeting aroma that comforts them, your window open and your sheer pastel pink curtains are billowing out across your shoulder, which is moving along with your arm. Eddie’s teeth take hostage over his bottom lip, while Steve’s jugular tightens into a harsh swallow. You’re perched atop the window sill, nightgown around your waist, lace to the side, accompanied by two fingers easing in and out of your very wet cunt. You don’t let either partner get a word out, sliding a finger from yourself, a very noticeable shine causing Steve to adjust himself.

Eddie looks as if his willpower not to meet you at the window, undo his belt, slide your ass to the edge of the sill, lock your legs around his waist as he fucks you so hard you can’t form a coherent word for days-is dissipating rapidly. You hold that shining finger up to halt them.

“You’re wearing too much.” Is all you say.

They do that eye dart with the other, as if to communicate.

“Take. Them. Off.” You emphasize, leaving no leeway or patience.

Normally, Eddie would start bitching the second he is aware you have your music going. His teasing picks. But fuck if it’s not helping him shed every layer. Steve is silently doing the same, all that everyone is hearing is their own labored pants and the stirring squelch of your fingers. Eddie’s dark eyes are a glossy abyss, caving to blown pupils.

Steve is caught between staring at him to looking back at you. He is disheveled, that tremble snapping his wrist as he lowers his underwear, bare to your sights. His thick cock leaking and throbbing so bad he is on the verge of seeing stars. Eddie’s belt is undone is such a deliberately slow manner, that you catch Steve’s gone gaze to keep steady. It doesn’t help when Eddie slides those ring covered fingers beneath his boxer’s waistband, dragging his pants down in one, two-combo go, almost as if he’s caressing his thighs like the body of a guitar.

The tattoos littering his creamy skin have your mouth watering, plan nearly forgotten. Your fingers take a break, cunt clenching around them. You edge your teeth into the corner of your lip, a pinch so hard it breaks your skin. Eddie’s cock is in his hand, a rebellious challenge to your game. He is very aware you need him inside you. Shaking his head to purse his lips and blow off a strand of dark hair, the thin chain that contains his guitar pick is highlighted.

If you weren’t turned on beyond human comprehension, vision blurred from teary eyed want, it’d be funny that you and Steve moan in sync over that necklace. Your fingers give a harder press, leaving that tight and familiar pressure. You’re needy, floating, exposed.

“Come and undress me, please.” A little shyness leaks back out, your voice wavering on puddled words.

Steve is the first to seek you out, tapping your thighs up to press against his muscular waist, his thumb tilting your chin to meet his mouth in a slow and deliberate kiss, one that melts into a pathway to your neck.

More marks for later.

Steve is smiling against your skin, his left hand swatting yours from between parted thighs, easily hooking his digits into the lace and tugging as you unravel your limbs from their previous position around his waist. Your toes tip into dangle over your hardwood floor, lifting to help Steve get the flimsy fabric off, lewd strings of thick want stringing from you to the garment. He observes it, finger scraping the soaked crotch. “Jesus Christ, you’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

Steve is mewling out pet names, that’s how you know he’s a complete goner too. You still can’t speak, letting Steve. He’s not done yet, apparently. Pressing a lined touched down the valley of your breast beneath the gown, he rests his forehead to yours, that same hand that removed your panties hovering on your inner thigh. He can barely get the word out, but manages with a deep, “Yeah?”

You can’t close your eyes, don’t permit yourself to miss any moment. Nodding, you allow him to flatten his palm across your labia, absolutely destroying his hand with your slick, slapping the flesh a few times, making you shiver. He’s good at that. It’s when he takes two fingers and parts you, gathering a thick amount, that you whimper so loudly both men wonder if it’s too much. He flings the panties to the floor, looking hotly at your shared lover - Eddie Munson.

He’s a silhouette of sinful debauchery, hand gripping his erection, salivating for some instruction.

“Come here, Munson.” Steve shifts a little, presenting his soaked fingers to Eddie’s lips. The long haired rocker obliges, obscenely biting Steve’s digits into his mouth, sucking them dry, his hands wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

It’s a subtle depth they share, recently having ventured out into kissing one another. Steve was always more hesitant than Eddie, but Eddie had kissed males and females alike before you all hooked up. He was always patient, waiting. And as you watch Steve take Eddie by his neck’s nape, gripping a palmful of his long locks, their mouths smashing together hungrily - you admire, heart smitten. When they release, Eddie points at the floor, you slide off the window sill, letting him take you into his arms.

Eddie knocks a nuzzle with an easy knuckle graze against your cheek, bringing you into a kiss, his chest exhaling deeply, your arms lifting to give him access to stripping you completely, his warm flesh seeping through your nightgown, growing significantly over each piece of your flesh that gets uncovered. It falls to the floor. Satin, silk, whatever the fuck fabric it is. His fingers dance across the goosebumps that have appeared on your shoulders, just stroking, breaths unsteady. He dives into his usual hold, prepared to lift you onto the bed and place you on your back.

You shake your head, summoning that bravery you worked so hard to find. “Eddie go and lay down the bed.” Another laughable moment when your guys have such a shocked look on their face. Eddie does as told, resting his arms behind his head, tongue flat against his teeth. He’s at your complete and total mercy.

Lord help me… is this even real?

“Put a condom on him, Harrington. They’re in the drawer.” Your feet patter along the flooring, you slide a hand across Eddie’s thigh, teasing, smirking.

“Steve, if you don’t hurry up, man. I swear to fuck I’ll—“ Eddie tries, Steve cutting him off by making quick work of the task, securing the condom onto Eddie’s delicious length.

They are waiting on your next move, dark eyes expectant. Yeah, you can definitely do this. Your knees press into the bed as you climb into a straddle across Eddie’s thick thighs, your pussy dripping arousal that catches on his hipbone, making him squirm. You reach out for Steve’s hand, bringing it to cup you, giving him enough to coat the condom with, an aid for you. All four of their hands that have battled monsters, worked, played a guitar, yet they’re so gentle with you. It’s an empowering comfort, one that has you reaching back to take Eddie’s cock, nudging the head at your opening.

When he speaks, that honey soaked voice is deep, lost. It’s practically a whisper. “You sure you’re gonna be able to take me like this, Y/N?”

“What do you both think I’ve been preparing myself for?” And with that revelation, you sink down, eyes meeting Eddie’s, not breaking, even when your lids flutter wildly. You reach for Steve’s hand automatically, holding tightly for support.

Eddie inhales sharply, abdomen muscles flexing into a trembling series.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Eddie.” Your unshed tears have prickled the corners of your lids, slipping out. Damn if it doesn’t hurt like hell, stretching, sheathed, full. And you love every new sensation this position brings. Steve sees the tears first, slithering to swing his body around behind you, his cock pressed into your lower back, leaving behind a sopping wet spot. He reaches for your waist, one hand trailing down to part you the rest of the way, giving Eddie a full view of his cock being swallowed by your pussy.

The music on your cassette tape is climbing to the chorus, soothing your first assisted movement. Steve lays his chin on your shoulder and keeps his thumb pad over your clit, his thighs bumping your own. He helps you crest a riding rhythm over Eddie, moving with you, gaining stimulation from rutting against your backside. Eddie can’t take his eyes off you, dancing between Harrington, whom kisses your neck to your shoulder blade, finalizing his own fixated gaze on Eddie Munson.

Holy hell…

Steve’s help doesn’t go in vain, however, it only takes you a few more dipping movements until you’re on your own, hands falling back onto Eddie’s thighs, nails digging in, back arched, eyes now closed, in your own world that seeks out pleasure in shameless greed, a sole pearl of sweat descending beneath your breasts, hips rising and falling, taking. Eddie is balls deep in you and you know you won’t be able to walk for days, but you probably wouldn’t stop, even if someone came home. Steve lowers himself by Eddie, both mesmerized by you riding him into your mattress, speed picking up, the song’s beat blending into wind-whipped curtains. Eddie swears he’s having super human sight, as he is noticing everything in your room in hyper focus; Steve Harrington-hot as hell, a fucking saint for waiting to get off, a prime heroic example of that virtue called patience, biting his ripe lips, sharing looks that map out you and Eddie in a private perversion, you riding Eddie’s cock like the Queen angel herself, horns adorning your normal goddamned halo, your cassette player with that damned song, hell, even your girly curtains that have flowers on them.

His eyes roll back, cock swelling in the condom. He’s losing it, whining into a cry of heavy-hot jagged breaths. Your hands move back to Eddie's chest, vividly aware, you switch to yanking Steve into your embrace, a kiss so violent that you can feel that jawline knick your cheekbone on the way in. Breaking apart on swollen, damp mouths, you let yourself press flat across Eddie, breasts dragging along his inked chest, increasing the velocity of your thrusts. He’s a pitiful mess, clenching your waist with a feverish vice.

His breathing is exerted, reminding you how he looks when he’s playing a show or a solo for you and Steve. You tighten at the mental image, that invisible rubberband snapping, your resolve slashed apart. Your body is sprinkled with a hot red blush, thighs starting to shake. It doesn’t even take the normal touch you’d need to your clit to get off, no. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry, before you let out the loudest, downright embarrassing scream, birthed in your diaphragm- tear through your lungs and out of your mouth.

You don’t just cum. This unfamiliar feeling grows, invading you until it’s turned you inside out, and that tickling twist locks your muscles down, a gush of hot fluid coming from you and drenching Eddie, all the way down to the curls at the base of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck.” He coos, wound. Like a meek mouse, you fold, unable to hold yourself up, you collapse into your rockstar’s chest.

“Holy goddamned shit.” Steve pants, working a hand over himself, sliding back into his previous position behind you. You’re too weak to try and move on your own, sensitive. And you know Eddie is trying like hell to stay still and hold back.

Mere minutes have felt like hours, and you are grateful to Steve for helping your hips move again, as Eddie is mentally encouraged to force his hips into rough pumps from beneath. You’re burying your face into the inked expanse of Eddie’s chest, your cheek close to that guitar pick accessory. Eddie. He’s throbbing inside you and it’s clear he’s coming.

“Fuck, look at me, little girl.” He demands, zoned out completely that he isn’t even realizing how he’s just awakened a new kink in both you and Steve.

He pries you off his neck, cupping the back of yours… watching. It’s a moment. He reaches up with his other hand, his thumb caressing Steve’s cheekbone, running through his hair, the three of you just… observing, soaking in the other in one group motion. When Eddie comes it’s a brand new rift that has opened, one that none of you were aware could exist.

Eddie’s jugular constricts against a harsh gulp, lips slippery, eyes hauntingly beautiful in their bliss, and you are suddenly brimmed with warmth as he fills the condom full, breathing patterns stuttering, leaving the air blanketed in his lowly rasps. Steve helps you ride Eddie out, before you fall forward again, Eddie’s heartbeat thumping erratically in vibrations across your sternum and boobs. You ruffle your fingers throughout his sweaty mane, helping him catch his bearings. He’s spent for the moment, but you’re twitching, pulsating again, needing more.

Steve brushes your hair off your shoulder, aware you need a break and he needs you. Eddie, to his credit, recovers enough to help Steve slide you off him and onto your back, drenched and shaking. Eddie passes a fresh condom, using his teeth to open it, Steve barely able to get it on without combusting. No one vocalizes much right now.

Eddie ties off his own rubber, discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand, easing onto his side to watch you spread your legs wide open for Harrington to slope down into. You lock them around Steve’s upper back, hushing his worry you’ll be way too sore from all this. He doesn’t waste anymore time, letting Eddie guide his cock halfway, their joined hands pushing Steve into your sensitive walls. Ever the handsy man that Munson can be, he caresses the expanse of Steve’s back as he moves, tickles your ankles, swiping his fingers back and forth, switching to the cool metal his rings bring from knuckled brushes. You’re still outrageously wet that the sounds in your room are disgustingly whoreish, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s hand does pay attention to your neglected clit, which has gained some stimulation from Steve’s chest hovering into strokes, every time he presses back inside you.

“How about you two give me another show, huh? Think you can come together?” Eddie’s got that tone from the furthest pits down that it can come from. It’s hotter than hot, and you’re ready for more, Steve sure he’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t have any.

You let Steve take you harder than you can remember feeling him. His shoulder blades twist and shift to match his body’s chase. You hold tight, purposely clenching your pussy around him. It takes Eddie one hard press to your clit and a rather assertive smack to Steve’s ass and you both tip over the precipice, moaning out gibberish and pleas, rocking out every last bit of pleasure. Steve Harrington’s firm and round ass clenching upon his release, is a sight Eddie Munson will never get tired of.

Your tits heaving heavily, nipples hard, Eddie Munson won’t ever forget that image either. Steve collapses onto you, seeking solace on the swell of your bosom with a rosy cheek. You rub his sweaty, freckled back, your thighs beginning a shaking set of quakes you don’t even attempt to reign in. Eddie lays back down beside you two, pushing Steve’s chestnut locks off his forehead, giving you the very same treatment. Calming down in a minute’s ticking, Steve rolls to your other side, sandwiching you into the middle.

No one speaks, basking in the glow. That is, until Eddie breaks the silence. He would be the one to see it first. He runs a finger beside your right thigh on the white sheet, expecting you and Steve, who give him identical “What?” looks, to catch on quicker.

“Haven’t seen this come from her since we popped her cherry, Harrington.” Eddie smirks.

A stomach swooping humiliation settles in. Sure enough, right beside where your thigh was previously dangling above-is a small, but very present spot of bright crimson.

“Shit. This is fucking embarrassing.” Your bubble is bursting, your obsessive need to clean and cover up coming out. Eddie grasps you around the waist, shaking his shaggy hair.

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. It just means you won’t be able to sit down in public for the next week.”

Even Steve, the worrisome lover, is taking pride in it.

“Wonder if anyone will notice?” He joins Eddie.

But you know, whether everyone else can sense something or not, that you very much will. There’s always an open window to the truth, and that’s not just your window letting in a heavier storm.

I’ve fucking fallen in love with these two hot messes.

~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson & @lovelylangdonx (Idk who else to tag. Hope y’all don’t mind?)

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Hedonist - Part 2

Author Note: Okay. More than 3 parts, probably.

Part 1

Warnings: marijuana usage, mentions of smut

The only thought ringing through your mind the past two days was Noah. Each brain cell looped his image into your mind over and over. His voice, his hair, his eyes, his tattoos. His smirk, his muscles, his scent… Nonstop, ever since class a few days ago. 

Your 8 AM alarm blared from your phone on your nightstand beside your bed. Light was shining through the curtains in the dark room of your small apartment that you were lucky enough to snatch in the city. You grabbed your phone with dim eyes, blinking while looking at the bright light of your screen. You dismissed the annoying alarm, yawning as you sat up.

Floods of thoughts about Noah come rushing back, and you smile to yourself anxiously and bite your lip.

Today I will get to see Noah in class, you thought to yourself.

You got up from your bed’s comforting embrace, slipping on your slides and walking to the bathroom for your morning routine.

Once you step from the bathroom, you eye your phone again. Noah hadn’t texted you at all, and you never texted him. You were nervous. What would you even say? 

Responses to this question immediately swarmed your mind, most of them with a similar tone. Hey, you’re super fine and we should fuck. Respectfully.

You smacked yourself lightly on the head, shaking the fantasy away from you. Of course, you’d never actually send that. No need to be even more frustrated than you needed to be when you would see him, and you’d just die of embarrassment. 

You pulled on your clothes, comfy and warm for this time of year, and laced up your Docs. You pulled up your hair and added light makeup and a bit of your favorite perfume. You hoped Noah would like the way you looked today.

Before you left the house, you took a hit off of your dab pen and began to pack up your school equipment. You slipped your laptop into your bag, and wrapped up all of your wires, tucking them into a slotted area. You thought you had everything. 

Just to be sure, you took a double-take. Looking in the wires, you noticed you had one missing. Your MIDI cable.

“What the hell?” You said, questioning yourself. You looked in the bag, in all areas. You looked on the ground. You mumbled angrily to yourself, wondering where the hell it went. You tore apart your work station. You crawled on the ground on your hands and knees, searching the floor and bumping your head on the underside of the desk when you tried to stand back up.

You cursed, rubbing your head where you’d hit it. “What the actual fuck? Where the fuck did it go?” You stared blankly at the wall, hitting the pen again. As you exhaled, you remembered.

Noah had it. He hadn’t given it back to you after class. 

Your stomach flipped at the idea that you would have to interact with him again. Looking down at your phone, you opened up Noah’s contact information, pressing the ‘new message’ button. You stared at your phone nervously, butterflies making you feel nearly sick.

You sat down on your bed. You exhaled nervously, typing slowly. 

Hey Noah, it’s Y/N. I forgot that you have my MIDI Cable. Is it okay that I get that back from you in class today?

You exhaled roughly, sighing as your finger hovered over send. The text really wasn’t that big of a deal and you should have sent it. But instead, your stomach flip flopped and you over-thought it. Why text him when it could be something you said in person? Would that be too nerve-wracking as well? After debating it for far too long and hesitating, you pressed backspace until all of the message was erased and you locked your phone. 

Sighing again, you stood up and zipped up your bag. You grabbed your keys, jacket, and bag, locking the door and leaving the house to head to class.

–

Thankfully, you reached your classroom early, saving you from your professor’s reprimands of the last class. You avoided looking to where Noah would be the entire morning, hoping you didn’t look as interested as you were. 

The professor drawled on about his usual morning announcements, but you barely listened as you got your station ready. 

“Now that we know what everyone needs to know, it is time to take attendance.” The professor walked behind his desk, reaching for his planner and attendance sheet. He called out several names, while you eyeballed the hot coffee you purchased on the drive here. 

“Y/N,” the professor called out. 

“Here,” you said drowsily, sipping your coffee and looking back down at your computer. 

“Noah,” he continued, but this time there was a pause. You looked up from your screen to see your professor screw his face into a frown and mark Noah off the page. “Tardy.” 

Sure enough, you looked up finally towards his desk and he wasn’t there. Your heart dropped at the thought of not seeing him. I mean, you only saw him once so far, was he going to come back? He said he was in a band, what if he went on tour? After only seeing him one day? You felt like you could pass out. 

Girl, chill. You’re over-reacting. You thought to yourself. 

Your professor set down his sheet and began his lecture. He cleared his throat. “Okay, people. Today we will be linking MIDI with Pro Tools.” 

As if this day couldn’t get any worse. If we were starting MIDI today, that meant you needed your cable. And Noah… he wasn’t here. You had to text him now. 

You began to disassociate while you silently panicked. You thought about it and thought about it until it didn’t feel like a thought anymore. The professor just continued on with his lecture.

Suddenly, the loud door latch squeaked as it was opened quickly. The professor halted speaking immediately as everyone in the room stared at the door to see who the interruptor was. 

Standing tall in the dimmed light and hair cascading loosely around his hoodie, Noah walked in and shut the door. He handed a note to the professor, speaking to him. “I’m sorry, something came up with band business and the label, I was called away.” 

The professor frowned, but nodded, understanding. He gestured to his seat, beckoning Noah to sit, instructing him of what we were learning today and what he required.

Your eyes sparkled as you saw him turn to go back up to his seat. He looked up at you for the first time this morning, and smiled. Noah gave you a quick acknowledging nod and sat down, getting his notes ready. 

Your stomach did a backflip. You sipped your coffee and tried to pay attention in class. You took your notes and so did Noah. 

“Alright, guys. You know what to do. Get ready to set up and ask for help if you need it.” After this statement, your professor sat back down with a sigh. 

With your MIDI keyboard and extensions and your laptop surrounding you, all you needed now was your MIDI cable to make all of that come to life. It was a simple question really, but you were terrified. You looked up at Noah through your eyelashes, biting your lip. He was setting up his equipment. 

Deciding that you had to use your cable whether you liked it or not, you worked yourself up to go over to him. Slowly, you stood and moved around your chair, walking with zero confidence over to Noah. 

You breathed heavily through your nose out of nervousness, and cleared your throat. Noah noticed your presence almost immediately, like he had some sort of Y/N radar. He turned to you so smoothly, fresh cologne consuming the air, daring to take you out right then and there. Noah shot you another shy smile. “Hello, Y/N. What’s up, angel?” he spoke, his voice like liquid gold. 

“H-hi,” You stuttered out. You mentally cursed yourself. Come on, Y/N. You can’t even speak?

“I was wondering if maybe you had my MIDI cable?” You managed.

He looked at you for a moment, but then realized. “Oh, my god, I’m sorry, angel. I completely forgot I had it.” You melted at his pet name.

“That’s okay,” you said. 

He rummaged in his bag. Pulling out your cable, he handed it to you. Your hands brushed together, and you caught your breath as you took it. “Thank you, Noah,” you say. 

“Thank you for letting me use it, angel.” He gives you a pert smile. As you turn back to your desk, you roll your eyes in the back of your head and bite your lip before you get back to your seat. 

“Angel,” his pet name echoed in your head. Christ. 

You begin your work, focusing. You try not to look at Noah nearly as much as your previous class. 

You’re messing with your keyboard when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You quickly pull it out, expecting it to simply be some stupid spam notification. As your screen lights up and you drag down the notification bar, you squeal when you see the name on your screen. Text Message from: Noah Sebastian.

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[vwoop-prince]

spoilers for the pjo show episodes 1-7

as of 10pm pst 25/01/2024 i have finished watching episode 7 of the pjo show and i was going to wait and see the final episode before posting my thoughts but i feel like critisism is fine at all points of a show so. this accidentally turned into the majority of my points & some are just poking fun/funny notes

some notes before i get into complaining: im having fun. this is fun for me. complaining about differences is fun for me. if its not for you, dont read this. i also havent even read mark of athena EVER and the last time i properly read a pjo book was in 2021. ive been skimming the first book alongside watching the episodes. and i am not seriously pissed off about the show as a whole. there are parts im pissed off at. there are parts that i think are fucking hilarious comparatively. there are parts im neutral on. i dont hate this show on principle just bc its not the books.

anyway the funniest takeaway from this adaptation is that we can literally complain down to a single grain of sand. if that vibe isnt what you like, maybe dont open the read more

yeah its hilarious how they changed the "grover nearly falls into tartarus" scene from gravel floor in the books to a sand floor in the show. idk why they did it but i can complain down to a single fuckin grain of sand. this is hilarious

look okay i love hades. just. period. in the actual myths, in the pjo books, how most people characterize him as a whole, and how i worship him as a pagan. notice how i didnt mention the show. like. show!hades is fine. hes just not book!hades. not even CLOSE. wheres the yelling? the "and I will have my helm back!" wheres the "He was the third god I'd met, but the first who really struck me as godlike." in the show hes just flamboyant. in the books hes a drama King and rightfully angry and complains about the state of his realm. whyd they do this to him. what the fuck

on the topic of godly gods. only hermes and hades have seemed like gods. hermes more than hades. ares, dionysus, and hephaestus are all just Guys. just some fuckin dudes. and the only reason hermes and hades actually seem like Gods is bc of their attitude/dialogue/mannerism and the scenery around them respectively. not combined. respectively.

i would LOVE to see the mental gymnastics percy had to do to guess that kronos is behind this shit. in the books there are five times kronos is mentioned. 1: as the first mythological being ever mentioned. 2: talking about the big three's dad before percy gets his prophecy. 3: when percy questions what it was like before the gods' time just before going on the quest. 4: when percy is speaking to zeus and poseidon alone on olympus. 5: when percy realizes who luke serves. they do NOT explicitly state that its kronos in the underworld. percy doesnt even finish his THOUGHT of who gave him the bag with the bolt before he tries to make amends with a pissed off hades. hes not able to explain to hades that it was ares EVER.

typical "oh percys so much smarter in the show than in the books" except its the kids are so much smarter about the myths than they should be. and like i Understand okay? i get it. sally made sure to grow percy up on the myths so hes prepared. annabeth has been at camp for five years, learning all she can as a child of athena. grover is in his mid twenties and a satyr. a protector. of course they should know shit. but figure it all out before even meeting the monsters? they knew it was medusa as soon as they saw the 'aunty m' sign. they knew it was procrustes before even ENTERING the building. why? why not have the kids be blindsided by shit? especially with medusa, who is meant to have either an enchantment-type thing like cc's island or who can bend the mist to have an enchantment-like thing that fooled annabeth. and crusty worked so fast they didnt have time to compare notes before grover and annabeth were trapped on their beds. why do they immediately know whats going on? wheres the suspense? wheres the showing not telling?

i always thought sally wouldve been yknow Normal just frozen in time and with gold dust around her similar to the sulphur of monsters disintegrating. not that she Was Gold. its like they really wanted to show off their fake gold statues idea

remember how hades looked in the show. now heres a screenshot of percy describing him. they are not the same (yes im salty about it)

How Fucking Dare they skip Persephone's garden. Why. absolutely Why. yes i do worship her too and im so damn salty theres not even a MENTION of her in ep 7

did i mention that the area around the pit to tartarus is meant to be gravel and not sand? bc its meant to be gravel. and they sure as hell couldntve leasurely stuck around it to chat bc its meant to INHALE. ITS MEANT TO TRY AND SUCK THE KIDS IN.

btw the 4 pearls? im fine with that. grover shouldve lost his on the tumble towards tartarus and we shouldve seen it fuckin fly away and watch the kids watch it plummet to the bottom. hell having a little after credits scene at the end of ep 8 where a random monster gets sent to the beach bc the pearl landed on them and shattered wouldve been HILARIOUS.

the missed deadline however? no. bullshit. 'its so the lotus can be even more dangerous' my ass. percys determined to see this quest through to the end, determined to stop the war before it fully starts, and yet theres no urgency. id even say theres LESS urgency than the books where they had a DAY to get the bolt & get to zeus (with added helm to hades & ares fight). sure it didnt make much sense for ALL THAT to be within a DAY but yknow what? time is fucky and they couldve had the underworld take like three overworld minutes yknow?

speaking of the war theyve know it could happen since the WINTER SOLSTICE. its now passed the SUMMER SOLSTICE. 'your father must rally his men' WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN DOING FOR HALF A YEAR??? SITTIN ON THEY ASSES TWIDDLIN THEIR THUMBHS???

lets go back to hades's aura btw bc ares didnt even have his. not a single fucking deity has had their aura. there was nothing with dionysus about madness and grapes (no scared reaction from percy), no war and fighting with ares (no weird anger from percy), and no hades feeling like he owns your very soul. why? whys there no aura? that might be the biggest reason none of these guys feel like gods to me

where's perseus "sass & improv" jackson. theres no "lord and uncle, i come with two requests". theres no "who said anything about dreams?". theres no fucking "big bathtub" no "circus caravan" not even fucking "you look taller"

why didnt the other flying shoe kick them on the head. cmon guys

the souls in asphodel arent ALWAYS bound with regret and their choices (or lackthereof) in life. sometimes thats where the ordinary go. thats where the regular ass people go, or the people that dont want to even have a chance of going to the fields of punishment. you got this right in the books, why did you revert to this in the show?

also no hint of hazel? i dont care if we never get to hoo. we might not get to titans curse, making the nico & bianca hint useless. im not sayin they shouldve casted someone as hazel for that scene, im not sayin she shouldve been the only root-bound spirit talking (dislike that idea, btw, what happened to wandering spirits thatre not spooky. theyre just sad.). one of the root-bound spirits just having fucking crystals sprouted up next to them wouldve been good enough.

also yeah wheres elysium and the fields of punishment

WHEN DID GROVER GET HIS MEMORY BACK

WHY DID HE EVEN LOSE ANY TO BEGIN WITH

charon would never turn down that much money

book sally and show sally are two different people

also not once has there been a mention of a monster smell?? of the underground smelling like monsters, of grover's distaste for being under ground, for anything like that???

speaking of grover. why isnt he eating shit. wheres his tin cans. his diet coke cans. his pinochle cards. his hacky-sack apple that he accidentally eats that gets the kids to be kids. whyd annabeth have to throw shade at him in the lotus scene about eating shit when hes not eaten a single non-edible thing in this entire show.

oh have i mentioned that they just got rid of every single fucking bit of foreshadowing the books ever have btw? bc holy shit lemme rant and this is somethin im GENUINELY pissed about

annabeth doesnt realize it could be kronos on the cab ride bc theres no cab ride. theres no 'its hades. it has to be'.

kronos is not the first mythological being mentioned

all these dreams??? not a single one was even important nor was luke even in one as a voice like i remember most of the first books dreams i dont remember any of the show.

no thalia hint in a dream which. okay i guess. dont want to cast her too early. but cmon man casting a thalia and changing her actor when she gets out of the tree wouldve been like an easter egg to messing up her eyecolor in the books. it wouldve been funny for the readers. cmon guys

the only hint we have of luke disliking his dad is when percys just about to leave for his quest and not? throughout the weeks percy spends at camp? Why

LUKE DOESNT EVEN THROW ANNABETH AND GROVER UNDER THE BUS IN THE SHOW. WHY. no 'youd have to be invisible' no 'maybe this time no one will turn into a tree'???

also dislike how we get all of the thalia lore basically Immediately wheres that slow release story that we gotta piece together alongside percy

oh gods another thing i fucking HATE: THERES NO SWORD TRAINING SCENE. theres also no showing that percy is rejuvinated via water/rain/is good with boats/horses that is like small foreshadowing that hes a son of poseidon but THERES NO SWORD TRAINING. THERES NO 'lukes the greatest sword fighter in decades!' compared to the final book where percys the best sword fighter now, theres no 'really difficult sword technique done first try' theres NONE OF THAT. WHYYY

the whole annabeth and percy were each other's tethers in the lotus casino is an early percy using annabeth as his tether in the styx and them sticking together in tartarus yes but also. why they gotta figure out the lotus immediately. wheres the fucking charm and enchantment though? wheres the ''its 1977' 'its WHAT'' wheres annabeth playing her architect sims wheres grover killing polluting humans wheres the fun. wheres the dawning horror that somethings not right. wheres the terrifying realization that percy nearly forgot his mother's name, that they have a quest, that they dont remember how long its been

hot take: lin manuel maranda is a fine hermes. i didnt even know who he was until i asked my dad btw. hes a jumpscare for yall hamilton nerds. im built dif (dislikes musicals)

take this copy-paste from my discord notes bc tumblr is lagging as im writing this:

they made grover smarter here than the books and i do like that tbh. him manipulating ares into giving some answers. him realizing that theyre not eating lotuses and augustus is still forgetting even new shit. and then grover forgetting what he was doing before augustus & pan in the same breath. i feel like theyre just using grover in place of longer and more drawn out back-n-forth convos & scenes though and that i dont like

TALKING ABOUT MAY NOW WAS GOOD. LEARNIGN THAT SHE WENT MAD FROM LOOKING INTO THE FUTURE? NOT GOOD. LEAVE US MORE OF A MYSTERY GUYS THAT COULDVE BEEN MENTIONED IN SEASON 3 BY THALIA OR SOMETHIN

also can they stop splitting up the kids. look i think the fields of asphodel was like that bc scheduling conflict with leah? right? why split aryan up from them TWICE tho with waterland and lotus tho. we dont need percabeth shit rn guys theyre TWELVE and prob didnt have crushes crushes until the next year at the earliest (spoken from someone that didnt ship percabeth until the kiss at mt st helens)

oh yeah have i mentioned that them blaming clarisse is Awful. its Terrible. they owe that girl the biggest fucking apology. yes i know percy threw clarisse out in his talk with ares on the beach but im pretty sure its never stated ever again and not before that

also? clarisse being a bully bc she cant fathom that percy fucked up the minotaur? why? why isnt she just a bully for the sake of it?

i dont think theyve even named her spear though. no ones called it lamer. no ones said it was a gift from ares

also im pissed at them saying ares doesnt care for his kids/hates them. no he doesnt. (insert that one myth people were throwing around about him killing his daughters assaulter) as well as clarisse being is favorite daughter in a while. she got the chance to get that fuckin chariot thing from her godly brothers or whatever i read that mini story once an wasnt paying too much attention. is ares a good dad? no. no mythical being is a good parent period. does he hate his kids? no

logic issue: how the fuck do the roller coasters in the lotus work. when they first pan up to look at the outside theres people on roller coasters and theyre on the OUTSIDE of the building. does the time bubble extend to them? then why are they normal-paced when the lotus moves far slower than the outside world? or are the roller coasters outside the bubble, but because of the time fuckery, it kinda just looks like they blip out of existence for less than a blink and are straight back inside the casino? and the lotus in the air makes them not question the rapidly changing outside world's appearance?

"we take a zebra to vegas" no zebra

writers stop writing monotheistic views into polytheistic worlds challenge. WHY dont monsters attack on sunday??? huh??? bc i dont know that historical connection to ancient, before 1AD, greece. please. enlighten me as to why ancient greek monsters from the ancient greek polytheistic religion wouldnt attack demigods on something known as 'the lord's day' anytime after 1AD. enlighten me. and then explain to me why MONSTERS care

i will say im glad they kept annabeth's mess up with the IM. "show me camp half-blood. chiron's office." compared to "half-blood hill." she was a bit more specific sure and it could bring the question of why luke was in chiron's office in the show.

first: how percy tossed the coin was shit and shouldntve gone that far. second: was that a reference to jason grace.

is getting an IM signal a new thing? as in "not percy jackson and the olympians" thing, and a "heroes of olympus and higher" thing? bc ive never heard of that, and it makes sense for a prism. which also makes sense for them to have since IMs are very important. just sucks that the water mist isnt gonna foreshadow sea of monsters when percy creates a mist so lukes confession has more witnesses (& the like dozen other times that percy makes mist for an IM, showing his power & control on such a minute scale, showing that hes way out of almost anyones league in power scale)

idk why they didnt have ares hoard knowledge on sally over percy's head to try and get him to do the quest. whyd they have him use poseidon ("your dad had plenty of kids he stopped caring about once he lost interest") to rile percy up? oh thats right bc theres no fucking aura

i dont see the point in changing hephaestus's trap. maybe it wouldve costed too much to do the spiders and water and net or somethin (what else is the 12-15 mil per ep being spent on? hope its not that fancy screen thing that honestly was kinda obvious in some scenes and not good oops). anyway i didnt like the change to the throne, didnt like the self sacrifice (theyre really hammering that in), and i didnt really like them changing it to immediately showing it was hera that threw hephaestus off olympus? i feel like having one more thing against zeus for a while wouldve been good, or at least waiting until annabeth and hephaestus somehow got on that topic so hephaestus can correct annabeth

speaking of correcting annabeth: the medusa scene? where annabeth is all 'youre wrong bc my mother is just'? they shouldve had conflicting myths. i can understand doing the most modern retelling of medusa's myth (bonus points for it being roman in origin) bc the gods and monsters are heavily susceptible to belief. if enough people believe that retelling of the myth, then of course its gonna become the "true" one. they shouldve had annabeth argue that thats the roman myth and this is greek, or that medusa's story was modern and she knows the most ancient version we know of (ie: medusa & her sisters were always monsters). them talking about the same myth? doesnt really make sense, unless that was the only surviving medusa myth that just so happened to be the "truth". doesnt help the 'constantly shifting capital of power' thing

speaking of that: was that even mentioned? in the show? that the gods shift to the place with the most power? i dont think it was. why.

back to hephaestus and the shield tho: wheres aphrodite's scarf.

percy EXPLAINING myths to ANNABETH??? the seat myth with hera n whatnot??? WHAT. book 1 annabeth would NEVER

"it's like people only see what they wanna see and ignore anything at all that doesn't fit the story they like to tell themselves" / "exactly! like you being the one to find the lightning thief and not her." i didnt understand that leap in thought btw. very confused.

percy saying 'from an orthodontist's office maybe'. ow. gods. im not that much older than him and i recognize that from my dad playing it. an ortho office. oof (couldnt tell you the title or artist tho dont care that much bout it)

oh yeah this is the ONLY time we get a 'satyrs dont eat meat' thing. "satyrs eat tofu" ares says. like i know percy & grover swapped something on their sandwiches in the first episode but do you really think id be able to recognize what they swapped?

oh yeah speaking of the first ep: bit disappointed they didnt do the digenerative leg disease thingie as a cover for grovers legs. i mean. makes sense. dont want to downplay that disability. also consider though: grovers legs arent human legs & he needs a cover for why he cant do some things & shouldnt do others, and a leg issue wouldve been the best choice

also the no mist on his legs throughout the entire quest? dont like that tbh. i dont care that this isnt in JUST percy's pov anymore. the mist should affect shit outside camp

speaking of the mist. where the fuck is it. was it even mentioned once. its not a thing in the show for some fuckinggg reasonnnnnnnn

annabeth trying to rile ares up btw? what the fuck? plus grover not being scared shitless & doing the beach talk on his own in the diner? dislike. this is what happens WITHOUT THE AURA

oh yeah the diner is just called 'diner' in the show btw and that was hilarious bc theres so many places just called 'place'. ive seen small walk in clinics just called 'clinic'. diners called 'diner'. bars called 'bar'. place for hearing aids LITERALLY CALLED 'HEARING AIDS'. its funny

take this discord screen shot about some of the ares diner thing bc copy pasting as straight text would make this longer and rewriting it is not in the cards (yes i numbered all my complaints and made live notes to myself)

not aging the show. name drops twitter. like im sorry guys if you show a car or a phone then youre aging the show but did you have to name drop TWITTER of all things???

have i mentioned theyre meant to IM luke before ares btw. have i also mentioned that the kids get to the diner first and ares appears then. small timeline changes i no likey (only half joking)

imma be real i dont like that they changed it so annabeth witnesses the fates cut the string. dont like it that grover doesnt pay attention until its passed. dont like that percy is NONCHALANT about it when hes told. be chalant man. book percy knew it was a big deal even when he didnt know shit.

(insert the continuity error of waterland near denver colorado and the arch in like illinois or somethin and theyre now WALKING in the show when its a two day TRAIN ride in the books that everyone already talked about)

ah right THEY DONT SHOW THE FIRST NEREID TALK. WHY. also WHY IS PERCY WET. WHY DID HE STILL NOT KNOW HE CAN BREATHE. WHY DIDNT THEY SHOW THAT WHATEVER PERCY TOUCHES CAN STAY DRY WITH THE LIGHTER. THAT WAS SO COOL

i do like the change that percy doesnt pray to poseidon when he gets off the arch. i was going to say jumps off but then i remembered that he fell off in the show which was definitely a change that im not neutral on but im not 100% on if it was positive or negative

what happened to the clear sighted mortal btw

i dislike how echidna and the chimera were handled. again. what happened to being blind sided. what happened to shock and sudden appearances. i dont care if the chimera was learning to hunt. the realization that echidna was a monster with her forked tongue was great.

i was going to write "wheres the suicidal thoughts" (ie percy thinking the monster wont attack mortals if he dies/jumps out of the arch) then remembered that this isnt 1st person and theres no voice over (which wouldve made this show 1000% better)

okay. so. they dont show percy nailing the difficult sword technique, but they DO show him getting hits on the chimera. when in the books he doesnt get a single hit on the chimera. to quote my disc notes: percy gets precisely ZERO hits on the chimera. first slash at neck, deflected by a collar that name-drops Tartarus. second slash at the mouth just after the tail stabbed his leg, tail wrapped around leg and pulled him around dropping riptide down the hole. again, poison Immediate

right the poison not being immediate. im. why

WHY DIDNT PERCY GO THROUGH THE CHIMERA'S FIRE BLAST. IT WOULDVE SHOWN HIS RESISTANCE TO FIRE AS A SON OF POSEIDON THATS PLAYED WITH BIT MORE IN SEA & LABRYNTH

the rivers meant to be way more polluted btw

i do like the accurate change to the arch tho. showing that the water reached up and grabbed him was kinda the "duh" answer but if you read this scene plainly without much thought then yeah in the books the arch goes over the river so. it wasnt even that much of a discussion point bc pjo universe architecture was different i guess

anaklusmos is meant to fall out the arch during the fight, not further in, and percy's meant to have a good length of time standing on the arch without the sword returning to his pocket

have i mentioned that so far all these monster fights are disappointing and lackluster

oh btw the taxi scene after lotus? fucking hate how thats MORE dramatic than the actual MONSTER FIGHTS

the arch being a temple to athena or whatever? nice change, dont really like how it replaced more architecture talk tho. shouldve been an add-on in the middle of annabeths geeking out bout the math n structure that percy tries to focus on but annabeth shrugs it off and goes on about the perfect balance of the lean-to stuff (i dont know architecture)

her "so poseidon can't ruin it" about the earthquake protection plate things though? rude and not what show annabeth shouldve said since theres been no/little "poseidon vs athena" rivalry talk (besides annabeth praying to her mom and getting shunned & percy not praying and getting saved. that was a good parallel).

adding indigenous folk to grover's talk of genocide & erasure was good, just wish there was more on it & throughout more of the quest

them throwing in the "not all monsters are monsters" and "not all demigods are heroes" talk seemed kinda half-assed and like they didnt really know where to go with it. i like it bc itll be expanded on with like circe a bit & zoë & ethan nakamura / luke / the demigods on the titan's army & especially with tyson all throughout sea. but like. if i hadnt read the books then id think they added those points just bc they were expected to, especially since its not even brought up again in later episodes

wasted opportunity for not saying "Isn’t that a kind of anteater?" what happened to my sassy boy you didnt have to change the sass guys that line is still funny pleaseee

rip gladiola & rip the signs of life whenver pan is mentioned

okay so i could understand the centaurs in the first book not partying bc maybe rick didnt think of that until the next one but? the show centaurs not partying? sure maybe its not the party ponies maybe its another sector/group but like. cmon. i wouldve laughed if they had those glow stick necklaces & a disco ball & shit

what latched onto the outside of the train car btw. what monster was that. i couldnt tell

1st what does froofy mean 2nd that was good dialogue on grovers part

annabeth & percys talk about thalia/luke/her dad... genuinely i dont have much thoughts on it (good or bad) besides that i reread lukes diary after watching that episode & luke & thalia were fine with annabeth joining them. thalia was proud that luke acted how he did with her. didnt really like that she said she had to "earn it" with thalia

ah yes. the dream just before the thalia talk. what the hell did kronos mean "she is coming" was he, for some stupid fucking reason, warning them about echidna??? the nereid??? OR DID HE MEAN GAEA. DID HE FUCKING MEAN HIS MOTHER. WHAT IN THE HELL

how they showed that olympus is connected to the empire state building at the end of ep 3? dislike that. doubly dislike how hermes already knew what was in the box before anyone opened it

"hermes express" hermes, walking to the elevator in the empire state building when we know for a fact they can just beam anywhere:

them not showing DOA at all & not showing the address to the underworld in medusa's area? didnt like that at all, felt less like a scavanger hunt & more like a fetch quest (ik getting the bolt is a fetch quest, but this is like double fetch quest instead of one part fetch one part egg hunt)

ANYONE LEARNING ABOUT THE BETRAYAL PART OF THE PROPHECY BTW??? DIDNT LIKE THAT. PREFERED WHEN PERCY WAS TRYING TO GO AROUND THE PROPHECY/NOT THINK ABOUT IT. also the betrayal hasnt been mentioned since except when they decided to blame clarisse, but that was as the lightning thief & not friend betrayal

okay so the bus scene & them turning a fury (alecto?) to stone. didnt like the changes. i feel like they changed it so percy's mortal kill count doesnt start so young (half joking) but it kinda gets rid of the whole "the gods dont take into account how their emotions/reactions affect mortals". plus the hurricane isnt sudden in montauk, it builds since percy uses the fountain

them shortening the yancy time btw? will agree it makes sense, dont agree that its better/even a neutral change. it gets rid of the gaslighting, the mist, the first instance of the winter solstice, this:

have i mentioned they got rid of all the fucking foreshadowing GODS IT PISSES ME OFF

okay back to medusa. her not being able to get you if shes invisible? isnt how i imagined her eyes working in pjo & the myths. also i understand not wanting to show beheading in a "kids show" but also why invisible you can just have it happen just off screen until they get it in a bag (which yeah wouldve been fundementally the same as invisible but cmon)

dislike the medusa plan change. 'i'll get in the air & draw her attention' thats literally the opposite of what they wanted in the books

WHY WAS THERE FIRE ON THE STAIRS WHY DID THE BASEMENT LOOK LIKE THAT WHY WAS IT A BASEMENT & NOT LIKE A BIG GARAGE-TYPE THING (my dad explained that the fire could have been a reference to the 1981 clash of titans with the flickering suspense kind of scary but may i point out: that would be a reference to a 1981 thing in a modern kids show)

good to know her veil material is enough to block her gaze btw though. like that was a thin material and it was ENOUGH??? you didnt even have to make her invisible you probably couldve just worn your shirt on your head & saw through the tiny holes

mother/son possible relationship between medusa and percy WAY BETTER than the grooming that happens & i could definitely see as a possibility. a wild possibility but its possible

the cgi for the nereid was terrible btw. the sound for the sizzling in the percy & medusa convo was so fake. the straw empty noise grover does drinking his lemonade should not be possible with how much was actually left in his cup. that pastry grover ate should not have crunched.

copy paste of a disc note: "and you are a liar" telling the person who is centuries older than you. from a time where the gods were actively worshipped. that they are a liar about what happened to them???? what in the FUCK

another copy paste note: "my mother is just. always" is your mother the goddess of what is just??? the goddess of justice??????? no. what the fuck

the slow release of medusa's "true" myth annoyed me bc every time new info came up i was like "oh so its this myth" and then more came up and i was like "okay its this iteration" and then more info came and i just about yelled in frustration

"i dont like bullies" giving percy's lines to medusa

another copy paste note: "WE'RE NOT OUR PARENTS AFTER ALL" IS WHAT PERCY SAYS ON THE CAR RIDE WITH ARGUS TO NY PROPER. WHICH MAKES ANNABETH STOP BEING AS ANTAGONISTIC

another copy paste: theres a reason aunty em in the books used fast food containers for her food and NOT REFLECTIVE SHIT. WHAT IS THIS SILVER COVER. YOU SPEAK OF THE MEDUSA MYTH AND THEN MAKE HER HAVE REFLECTIVE SHIT THATS NOT A CAMERA LENS

another another: "you are concerned that i would hold a grudge against you simply because you are a daughter of athena?" that. is what happens in the books yes. you hold a grudge against annabeth and you try and manipulate/groom percy bc you loved poseidon

grover was the only one not enticed by aunty em's magic/mist/food, which was odd, bc hes eaten most everything before and hinted that something was off. bc yknow in the books they DIDNT KNOW IT WAS MEDUSA TIL THEY ALMOST DIED

why was there a bell on her home door. why is her home next to her store

sally empathizing with medusa? fine. her not telling percy all of the different myth versions? not fine.

"i think we can trust her" is literally medusa

have i mentioned the poor travelling orphan circus bc i miss that

GROVER SHOULDNT CARE ABOUT HAMBURGER SMELL??? HES VEGETARIAN???

oh right zeus just not striking down the two vehicles. makes sense, he doesnt have his bolt for a precision strike, but come on

was this where we got "names have power"? i dont remember if its here or not at all. especially since they continue to say names. and yes this was in the book i know its both funny and smack-my-head-against-the-wall worthy throughout the series

copy paste: "youre not the frightened little girl i came for all those years ago" yeah you didnt go for annabeth. you went for thalia. you got what you wanted (maybe not entirely but whatever). the fuck are you ON about alecto

annabeth not knowing how to function in a gas station was good and funny and sad

carrying the shoes in the box btw? terrible. shouldve immediately given them to grover before leaving camp. or. better yet. luke shouldve had witnesses for giving the shoes to percy so it wouldve been immediate

FORGOT ARGUS WASNT IN THIS. DISAPPOINTED

copy paste: "do exactly as i say" im not sure i like how theyre trying to portray the bossiness of annabeth. its different but its still the same level of bossiness. "are we clear?" honey you havent been outside camp since you were SEVEN. youre TWELVE. get OVER YOURSELF

"she met a pinecone's fate" was fucking hilarious and i will not hear otherwise

annabeth saying goodbye to thalia is fantastic

"i thought about choosing you before i chose grover" I HATE THE CHANGES THEY DID TO GETTING THE QUEST. percy chooses grover IMMEDIATELY and is all "oh jee willikers i wonder who would be stupid enough to volunteer for this surely deadly quest" and annabeth rips her hat off and half forces herself on the quest (she was pushy but percy did agree so. half.). there wasnt the 'telling the entire head of cabins' there wasnt 'debating on luke' THERE WASNT ANY OF THAT SHIT

poor canada. that shade is meant to be next season with the cannibals and oh wait theres probably not gonna be cannibals bc "kids show". right. chuck e cheese was a good fuckin joke tho

chiron isnt that straight forward that he suspects hades and that the entrance to the underworld is in la. small thing but D: hes a teacher he should still have the 'lead the kids to the answer' instinct

now for eps 1 & 2 i didnt make live notes, i did it hours after watching them, so ill definitely miss shit

no myth to make zeus thinking poseidon would genuinely want to unseat him actually make sense

no storm getting past the barrier, no campers reaction to that, no calling zeus crazy

NO DOLPHIN THREAT D:

i hated that there was nothing between his claiming and the quest. wheres the alienating. wheres the dislike. wheres the new expectations & disgust & fear. WHERES THAT DAMN NEWSPAPER

also hated how there was NO HELLHOUND

no nemesis foreshadowing (ik rick got her wrong at first, saying she was a god n not a goddess, and it might not have been intentional but ethan nakamura sure was important)

no talking about zeus, hera, artemis, & hades cabins??? for some reason???

no balanced sword talk

NO BLUE CHERRY COKE WHAT THE FUCK

no monsters stoked in the woods, no harpies, no naiads, no "Not a single living thing."

no talk about how monsters revive, no talk of the move west, no mention of chiron age & still being needed as a teacher of heroes. also NO STELE. WHYYYYY

there was no pull to poseidon's cabin

THERE WAS NO HESTIA. IM SO PISSED

why did grover have to TELL percy that his mom might still be alive. percy IMMEDIATELY thinks that when he gets the idea that maybe this greek shit is real. or, at least, he thinks he can get her back

the hermes cabin was not NEARLY crowded enough. its meant to be FILLED. its meant to be BARELY ANY WALKING SPACE. not. like. maybe three kids on the floor. plus no laughter at percy asking when hes gonna get claimed

no mention of the romans???

percy didnt really??? go through a denial phase in the show??? for some reason???

personal opinion: i couldnt even get through the dionysus talk btw. too awkward. i skimmed the subtitles & didnt have my headphones on

the only mention of capital G god & the metaphysical & the Gods was when percy thought he was the second coming of christ. that was funny ill give you that. however. wheres the overwhelming lore dump

was there? a science talk? i dont think there was. whyy

for some reason they didnt get into mr d's restriction all that much

BARELY ANY GROVER FEARING MR D. NO MR D & SATYR CONNECTION

no ambrosia no nectar no grover bleating

theres been no cursing in greek or latin so far btw. why. i feel like you could ask plenty of people for a good translation, if the ogs sucked. and im sure the kids could get a good enough score from people who speak greek/ancient greek and latin

there was no memory of poseidon seeing percy as a baby???

no nature magic thing with percy replicating the thing grover did on the bus at gabe and having the door slam him. maybe bc rick didnt think that made much sense since its never shown again but that was Funny

gabe seems less like an abusive drunkard and more like a dirty loser (yes ik he restricts/feels entitled to all comunication & financial whatnot & that is abuse but so far (AS OF EPISODE SEVEN (7)) he doesnt deserve to get turned to stone for that)

ive basically already mentioned everything else previous except: percy vaporizing alecto bc anaklusmos just so happened to be opening in a way where alecto was in the way? and that made her die? wheres the instinct??? i dont care if percy's visibly shit at swinging that sword, there shouldve been the instinct to get up and swing

lastly: anaklusmos shouldve been given back after alecto & returned before quest. using her during the minotaur was useless and, again, didnt show the power boost percy gets from all water (rain)

now on the names topic: im not saying br-oo-ner. its spelt brun-er, i say brun-er. they also say th-augh-lee-ah. i will still say th-AH-lee-ah

i will just reiterate this is for fun. this is fun for me and if youve read all of this then it should be fun for you, too, to complain/discuss this. if its not and youre genuinely pissed off with my observations: i do not care. barely anything you say will change my opinions/observations, and if youre aggressive im immediately throwing your opinion away. this is fun for me. this is how i have fun. this is a saltwater fountain to those that also have fun discussin/breaking shit apart. if you dont find it fun, then go enjoy your olive branch away from here

to anyone that also has fun with this: tear my observations apart. tell me everything that i got wrong bc i only read some books years ago. dont worry about spoiling me. i dont care about spoilers. i prefer all the info upfront instead of gatekept behind "but itll ruin your experience when you read it for the first time!!!!" i spoiled myself about who nico's dad was when i was on sea of monsters okay im fine. i know jason's circumstances in trials of apollo. i might not know everything that happened in house of hades (or anything about trials and later) but that shouldnt stop you.

ill state again: i like the show. the show's alright. im not sure id call it good because ive read the books & i do prefer book lightning thief to the show. but i like it and am hoping it gets more seasons. i hope we at least finish last olympian, but i would like to see hoo get adapted.

some of these are complaining for the sake of it (down to a grain of sand), some of these are actual criticisms about the adaptation (the removal of the foreshadowing that was in the books & abscense of groundworks for later books & hoo (yes i saw the kids with purple shirts in the lotus scene thats not enough)), some mightve been criticisms of it as a show (plenty of people have mentioned that the pacing is bad, i didnt want to focus on it). it's all in good fun

i do have a thought though: This could've easily been a rewritten book. In fact, it would've been far better as a rewritten, first-person limited book. I think it would've taken less time (able to just write your vision and not have barely any stage directions as your only descriptors & run it by writers, directors, actors, etc.), less money (12-15 MILLION usd per EPISODE??? compared to a writing program & looking for someone to publish it???), and would've taken less time (writing, waiting for approval, casting, booking, filming, post production, waiting, uploading, waiting for renewal, repeat. compared to writing at your own speed & publishing whenever (possibly even waiting until enough books are done?)). My reading fanfic more than traditional books/watching shows/movies definitely affects my opinion, I will readily admit that. But I think my own imagination of the happenings in the book would've been fine. Would there be new fans? Probably not as many. Would old fans come back? Again, probably not as many. Would it have been better? I think so.

TLDR: there were more neutral changes than good ones, a lot weren't good (comparatively), some were funny, some got rid of the funny, this is fun for me and if it wasn't for you then L. die madge. i want to hear other's opinions though. and i think this show should've been a rewritten first-person book and not a tv show.

#pjo spoilers #pjo #percy jackson #pjo show #pjo tv show #percy jackson and the olympians #long post #cant wait to either get people disagreeing bc they think im a book purist or no one looking at this #vwoopis posts

[jellybear455]

What's left of Anna - The last of us

Pairings: Ellie x mother figure reader; Joel x reader

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, follows plot of the HBO series, I gave reader a name just in case that triggers you

Word count: 2700

Summary: Nearly fifteen years after the death of her sister, Anna Williams, Isabel Bailey journeys through post-apocalyptic America with her niece and a closed off stranger.

Author's note: Readers name is Isabel Bailey (previously Williams). Her physical features remain blank. I have the next 4 parts of this series already lined up, so lmk if you have any feedback. This story will be posted on wattpad upon completion.

Part 2 Part 3

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Gun shots echo through the hallway. Someone is screaming at me to run. I fly around the corner, skidding to a stop at a locked door. My hands shake uncontrollably as I wrestle with the key. Footsteps boom behind me, getting louder and louder with each passing moment. Bursting inside, slamming and locking the door, I rush across the room. Chained to the wall is a terrified girl of no older than fourteen. She flinches as I run towards her, shoving a second, smaller key into her cuffs, setting her free.

“What’s going on?” She asks. Her voice is unsteady.

“Shh, Ellie. Stay close.” I whisper back, pulling my gun from where it was tucked in my pants.

We creep silently across the floor, cringing at gunshots and creaky floorboards. What felt like hours pass as we crouch by the door. Somehow, the lingering silence was more unnerving than the sounds of violence. I squeeze Ellie’s hand to keep the memories poking the edges of my mind at bay.

Eventually, the quiet is broken by the muted whispering of Marlene. She was clearly distressed, and a second voice reassures her. I exhale in relief, before seizing up again. A quiet tapping of feet on the wooden floorboards.

“Stay.” I whisper to Ellie. Sucking in a breath, I slowly reach up to unlock the door, dreading the inevitable soft click. The footsteps grow closer, and Marlene is still oblivious.

I burst out of the door, pointing my pistol down the hall. A few meters away is a man, pistol raised. He steps towards me slowly, and I pointed my gun at him, backing further away.

He was average height, with short, greying hair. His eyes are stony, and his pistol is aimed right at my forehead. As he came in line with the open door, Ellie leapt out, brandishing her knife. It took the man no longer than a second to get her on the floor, her knife under his foot.

“Godammit, El, I told you to stay put.” I mutter, placing my finger on the trigger. Anger swelled in my chest. “Let her go, you asshole, or I swear to god I’ll-”

“Joel?” Marlene says from behind me. Joel seems to recognise her as well, and took his gun off me. “Stand down, Bel.”

Reluctantly I lowered my weapon, but don’t lower my guard.

“Shit…” Ellie cries, looking past me at Marlene.

I press my back against the wall, reluctant to turn away from Joel, and realise Marlene has been shot. Her companion, Kim, is missing an ear.

“I’ll be fine, kid. I said stand down, Bel.”

“I am!” I protest.

“So, this is who Robert screwed us over with.” Another voice echoes down the hall, and a woman emerges from around the corner. “The Che Guevara of Boston? Your war must be pretty shitty to be buying from scumbags like him.”

“Yeah, it kinda has been,” Marlene replies, annoyance and pain leaking into her tone. “The merch was bad, and he obviously didn’t take ‘fuck off’ as an answer.”

“Why do you need a battery?” Joel questions.

Ellie grapples for her knife, and Joel points his gun at her. I raise mine again. “No! No. Not at her. Point at me.”

Joel looks down at Ellie, giving her a warning look, before slowly turning his gun to me. I exhale slowly, lowering my weapon. “What we need that battery for is more important that what you do, I can promise you that.”

“No offense, Tommy is just one man.” Marlene says from behind me. Joel’s face contorts, as though he is trying to conceal his shock. “It’s our business to know things.”

“’To know things’?” Joel repeats. He looks pissed. “You were the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.”

I shift on my feet, uncomfortable with the anger in Joel’s face, and the terror in Ellie’s. “That was a lot of gunfire. FEDRA will be on their way. We need to leave.”

“I know. We were gonna move Ellie out of the zone tonight. But we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while.”

Glancing over at Marlene, I flash her a look. “Do you think this is-”

“I think you should do it.” She finishes, ignoring my concerns entirely.

“The hell we are.”

“I’m not going with them!”

“I am not leaving her with strangers, Marlene.”

“You won’t.” Marlene sighs, looking to me, then Joel. “You’ll do the job for us. And take Bel with you. She’s a doctor.”

“Fuck, Marlene, you know I can’t leave.” I shoot back.

“Leave with her or leave her.”

I look away, shuffling my feet. She isn’t wrong.

Joel scowls. “Tess, we don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, you don’t have time?” The woman, Tess, scoffs. “Who is she?”

“To you? She’s cargo.” I snap back.

“We don’t smuggle people. Sorry.” Joel replies quickly.

Ellie’s head whips back and forth, unsure where to look. I pull my gaze from Joel’s gun and meet her eyes. “Deep breaths, hun. It’s okay.”

“I can do it.” Kim insists from beside Marlene.

“Kim, you don’t have a fucking ear on your fucking head!” Marlene snaps, “Could you please-… There is a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House. I know what out there, we were going with an entire squadron for that exact reason. Now I don’t have a truck. I don’t have a squadron. FEDRA is five minutes away. What I do have is you. And I know what you’re capable of. For better or for worse.”

“What…” Ellie starts, clearing her throat. “What are they capable of?”

“Be calm, honey. I’m not leaving you.” Ellie sucks in a shaky breath at that.

“You will get her there safely. They will give you what you need.” Marlene pleads. “Not just a battery. The whole thing. Fuelled-up trucks, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.”

Joel looks towards Tess, before flicking Ellie’s knife away.

“Asshole!” She cries, watching as he walks away.

I shove my gun in the back of my pants, cautiously moving forward and grabbing Ellie before she can retaliate. I wrap an arm around her, and she clings to my waist, glaring at Joel. We back towards Marlene and Kim. Joel’s pistol was still pointing at me.

“What the hell, Marlene?” I mutter. “How do you expect to keep her safe if she’s with strangers?”

“Easy, Bel. You’ll be with her. And I trust them.” Marlene reassured me. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself too. She raises her voice. “Ya’ll talks it through, but please remember I am bleeding out.”

Tess stares intensely at Joel for a moment longer. “Okay, here’s the deal. We get her to your crew in the State House, but before we hand her over, they give us everything we want. If not, we kill her then and there.”

Joel shoves his pistol into his jacket pocket, and a little bit of relief spreads through me.

“Deal.” Marlene says quickly.

“Really?” Ellie scoffs. “That fast?”

“You are all the matters. My team will not jeopardise you. Remember what I told you?”

I sigh. “Go get your backpack, El.”

Tess and Marlene exchange a look as I watch Ellie disappear through the door. When she returns, Tess doesn’t waste any time. “Let’s go.”

Ellie stares at Marlene, a silent goodbye, before disappearing after Tess, bumping Joel in the shoulder. I send Marlene a nod. I’m reluctant to leave her when she’s injured, but I don’t hav much choice. “Please be careful. And see a doctor.”

“Keep her safe.” Marlene says. “And don’t die. She doesn’t need any more of that.”

--

“What the fuck?” Ellie cries, thumping a fist against the door that Tess had just shut on us.

“It’s okay, honey. They’re just talking.” I reassure her, flopping down on an armchair.

Ellie grumbles in annoyance. I watch silently as she navigates her way through the messy apartment and picks up a book. The door opens again, and Joel storms in, taking a seat on the sofa opposite me.

“Sooo, who’s Bill and Frank?” Ellie begins, looking down at the book. Joel gave her a baffled look. “The radio’s a smuggling code, right? 60’s song, the don’t have anything new, 70’s, they got new stuff. What’s 80’s?”

Joel snatches the book, tossing it on the table. He lies down on the sofa, closing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asks.

“Killing time.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure that out.”

Ellie huffs, and I held out an arm. “Come here, hun.”

She grabs the book of the table, sending Joel a dirty look before curling up next to me. She lets me wrap my arms around her, and she leans her head on my shoulder. Before long she was fast asleep.

--

“Her name is Ellie.”

I looked down at the little pink baby in my arms. She was out like a light, breathing softly. Her tiny hands clutched at my finger like it was a lifeline. She was too sweet for a world this cruel. “Where’s Anna?”

Marlene nodded to the closed door. Someone was crying on the other side. There was only one reason my sister would give up her baby so easily. Ellie stirred in my arms, and I rocked her gently. I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, to smother the knowledge that this sweet baby girl would never know her mother, but no words came to my lips.

“Let me see her.”

“We have to give her up to FEDRA.” Marlene whispered, subtly wiping a tear from her cheek and placing her hands firmly on my shoulders. “I can’t keep her safe.”

“Let me see her!” I shouted. “Anna!”

“Bel,” I could hear her sobbing. “Keep her safe, Bel. I love you.”

Grief bubbled in my stomach. It burned. Ellie began to cry, and I clutched her tighter. “I love you, I’m so sorry. Let me go, Marlene. Please.”

“I’m so sorry, Isabel.” Marlene turned away.

 “Me too.” I sobbed.

The door closed behind her. I covered Ellie’s ears as a gunshot rang out. She cried louder and I tried in vain to calm her. It was difficult when I couldn’t hold in my own tears.

It was a few hours until we make it back to the QZ. I stood at my apartment window with Ellie. We watched the sunrise together. Then, I walked her right into hell.

--

Joel presses his shoulder to the sewer cover, forcing it open. A crack of light sweeps through the dark space, before moving past. He crawls out of the gap. Tess pushes Ellie forward next, then me.

“Jesus Christ, I’m actually outside!” Ellie cries, standing up and looking around.

“Ellie!” I mutter, pulling her down beside me just in time for the light to sweep past us again. “Stay the fuck down.”

We stay still for a few more moments, listening for any signs that we’d been spotted.

“Okay, we’re gonna take the left edge around the buffer zone.” Tess whispers.

I wrap one hand around Ellie’s wrist. “Stay close, and for god’s sake, stay down.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Ellie replies quickly. Joel makes a face.

“Let’s go.”

Tess leads us under an old, rusted bus. I keep a hand on Ellie’s backpack as we crawl. It was slightly inconvenient, but I am not letting her out of arm’s reach. We emerged from the bus and weaved through a maze of broken cars.

A FEDRA truck rumbled past, sweeping a light across us. Joel grabs me by the waist, separating me from Ellie and pulling me down to where he was hiding. We crouch there for a moment. My breathing is unsteady, and my heart thuds in unnatural patterns. Joel’s hand pressed into my waist until the light disappears and he gestures to keep going.

My hand is back on Ellie’s pack as we shuffle through a busted pipe. Another light sweeps past, and we freeze again. The wonder of being outside the walls had worn off, and I could see the utter fear painted on Ellie’s face. I clutch her hand tightly, offering silent reassurance. A flash of lightning illuminates us as we continue through piles of rubble.

“What the hell?” I spin around, spotting the FEDRA soldier too late. He scrambles from where had been taking a piss, grabbing his gun and pointing it at us. “Don’t move!”

Lightning flashes again, and I saw the man’s face. A flicker of recognition sparks in his eyes as he looks between me and Joel.

“You gotta be shitting me.” He grumbles. “I told you to stay home, man.”

“We can talk about this.” Joel replies quickly.

“Get on your knees!”

Tess sighes in resignation. “Do it. Get on your knees.”

It has been a long time since I had prayed, but I guess when you’re about to die that doesn’t matter. I pray that the soldier didn’t know who I was. I had seen him before, but I didn’t know his name.

“Listen, if you let us do this run, we’ll split the cards with you.” Tess reasons.

“Will you?” The soldier scoffs.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m so blessed. Hands on your head, eyes forward.”

Reluctantly, I thread my fingers behind my head. The soldier holds a square device to Tess’s neck, and my blood runs cold. Ellie stiffens beside me.

“Really, man?” Tess cries.

“Yep. We’re doing this by the book.”

Ellie stares ahead, terrified. “Bel…”

“It’s okay, honey. I got this.”

“How about three quarters?” Tess was almost begging now. I catch a glimpse of the screen. It’s green.

“Unauthorised exit.” The solider announces. He sounds almost smug. “They’ll hang you for that.”

“Fine, everything off this run.” Joel pleads as the device is turned to him. His screen turned green, too. “And half off on all the pills.”

“Half off?”

“All off.” The soldier scowls. My screen was green. He turns to Ellie. “Risk my job for ‘half off’. Out of your fucking mind-”

I leap to my feet, throwing a fist into the soldier’s face. He stumbles back, clutching his nose. I grab his rifle, pointing it back at him. He whips out a pistol, aiming it at Ellie. I want to shoot him so badly, that would destroy any change we have of getting away.

“Jesus, Bailey.” He shouts. I freeze slightly. “Yeah, I know who you are. I thought you would be better than this.”

I suck in a breath. “You asshole.”

“Let’s talk about this.” Joel cuts in. He’s standing in front of Ellie.

“Move.”

“Put down the gun.” I snap. Nobody moves.

 “Move.”

My gaze flicks over to Joel. His hands are raised, and his face is stony, but his eyes were elsewhere. The soldier takes a step forward, and my finger moves to the trigger. Joel moves, and within a second he is on the soldier. His fist pummels into the soldier over and over, until he isn’t moving. Ellie stares. The soldier is dead, but Joel isn’t slowing down. Without thinking, I rush forward and grab his arm. “Joel! Stop.”

His fist heads in my direction, and I dodge. “Joel!”

He freezes, I can see the confusion in his eyes. I take to moment to grab his bloody hand and pull him to his feet. He doesn’t resist.

“Joel!” Tess called, flipping the device screen up. Red.

“I’m not sick! This is three weeks old. No body lasts more than a day!” Ellie cries desperately, revealing the veiny, white scar on her arm.

I swear loudly. This exactly what we were trying to avoid. “There is no time for this. We need to go. Now.”

Tess snaps back to reality, looking around for more soldiers. I sling the rifle over my shoulder. Joel is still dazed, and I drag him away from the body. Tess leads us through a hole in the fence, and we are free.

--

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A Little Push - Part 3

A Little Push – Part 3

Fic Summary: You and Eddie think it’s time to thank Steve for the part he played in getting you two together. (Part 1) (Part 2) Eddie Munson Fics Masterpost. 

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Language, Aphrodisiac, Filthy Smut, Breeding Kink, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected & Protected Sex, Creampie, Oral (male and female giving/receiving), M/M/F Threesome, Spitroast, Double Penetration, Anal Sex

Fic Song: N.I.B by Black Sabbath

A/N: I have no reasoning for this part other than my brain wouldn’t let me write anything else. So, enjoy. Also as of right now there’s no plans or ideas for additional parts. 

It’s been weeks since Steve has seen either you or Eddie at the video store. His hours had gotten changed around so there were a few Saturdays in a row where he wasn’t working. He asks Robin but she hasn’t seen you two either.

“Now you’re more invested than I am,” she teases when he asks again the following week.

“Well, obviously. Those were really expensive chocolates. I’d like to know the investment was worth it.” Robin raises an eyebrow and gives him a look that he doesn’t like. “What? What are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason. Just wondering.”

“About?”

Robin studies him for a moment like she’s weighing her options on whether she wants to say something or not. But it’s Robin so, of course, she’s going to tell Steve exactly what she thinks. “It was way too easy for you to lay on the charm when that whole situation was happening. You wouldn’t happen to have a little crush on her too would you?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

Robin smirks and lets it go. She doesn’t have to point out that he didn’t deny anything. He’s well aware.

Did Steve have a crush on you? Maybe a little one before he saw you hanging around Munson all the time. It was irrelevant now, especially since he knows how you feel about Eddie. Honestly, he can’t blame you. Not that he’s into Eddie but he could see the appeal.

It’s nearly two months before Steve is put back on the Saturday shift and by then he’s given up wondering when suddenly, there you both are. He hears your laugh before he sees you. Looking up from the computer, Steve watches as you walk into the shop, Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulders.

His questions are answered when Eddie lays a big kiss on your lips, then slaps your ass as he goes to check out the horror section. You shake your head lovingly and turn towards the new releases. It’s then that your eyes meet Steve’s and you give him a bright smile.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” he says when you approach the counter. “I see you and Munson are doing good.”

“Thanks to you.”

Steve smiles. “Pretty sneaky wasn’t it?”

He’s got to admit, you’re looking good. You’re clearly happy and there’s this glow about you that he hasn’t seen before. Man, keeping your feelings to yourself must have been hurting you. He’s glad that you seem to be happy.

“Drugging your friends so they’d finally fuck each other wasn’t something I was expecting from you.”

“Okay, well, when you put it like that it sounds way creepier than I realized. And technically, Munson and I aren’t friends which now that I’m saying it just ups the creepy factor.”

You laugh. “Don’t worry, we forgive you.”

“That’s a relief.” Steve glances over at Eddie, who is busy going through the horror section for the hundredth time. “In all honesty, I’m glad it worked out between you two.”

You glance over at him as well, the smile on your face never wavering. “Yeah, it’s been a ride these last few weeks. A lot of changes. Good changes but changes, nonetheless. We’ve both been working so movie night was on pause for a bit. I’m happy to get back to our usual routine.”

Working full-time, Steve knows exactly what you mean. “Well, happy to have you guys back. Although now that you’re together you’ve taken away my Saturday evening entertainment.”

“I’m just surprised you were so invested that you put a whole plan together to trick us,” you say. “Those chocolates were expensive.”

“Yeah, they really were—wait, how did you know that?”

You grin, leaning on the counter. “We may have bought some more.”

Steve’s mind short-circuits a bit. He has the sudden mental image of you and Eddie going at it and what’s more disturbing than the fact that his brain went there is the fact that he doesn’t mind that his brain went there.

“Good for you guys,” he says, trying desperately to keep the conversation going despite his temporary mental lapse. “I’m assuming that’s also why you haven’t been around lately.”

You prop your chin on your hands as your grin widens. “Been thinking about us a lot, have you?”

Steve isn’t quite sure what to say to that. He’s already treading in creep territory, though, you don’t seem very bothered by what he did. Now he admitted multiple times that he noticed your absence. He is usually much smoother than this. Why is his brain suddenly hyper-focused on you and Eddie Munson?

“You’re regular customers,” he says, trying to be nonchalant. “Saturday nights aren’t the same without you two arguing over what to watch.”

“No arguments this time,” Eddie says, laying two movies on the counter. “Sup, Harrington. Did my lady tell you the good news?”

“That you two are together? Yeah, congrats, man,” Steve says, fully meaning it. “Now I don’t have to watch you be super awkward around each other.”

“Nope, no awkwardness anymore.” As if to prove his point, Eddie throws his arm around you and lays another big kiss on your lips. “But that’s not the only thing.” He nods towards you. “Go ahead, sweetheart, show him.”

You smile in response and hold up your left hand, where Eddie’s skull ring twinkles from your left ring finger. Steve feels like he has whiplash. “Jesus Christ, Munson, you don’t mess around.”

“Hell no,” Eddie says proudly, rubbing your shoulder. “Knew I had to lock this one down while I had the chance.”

You laugh, affectionately rolling your eyes. “My fiancé, ever the romantic.”

Mind still reeling by how much has changed between you two just because he gave you chocolates, Steve smiles and grabs the movies so he can scan them. “Congratulations,” he says. “And considering my role in what happened, I expect an invitation to the wedding. Here are the movies. You know the drill. I put them on your account, Munson. Need anything else?”

“Actually, yeah, you can just combine our accounts,” Eddie says. “And we have a new address.”

Steve pauses, his eyebrows shooting up. “You guys are living together already?” Dear God. He wanted you two to admit your feelings. He was not expecting to hear you were getting married and already moved in with each other. Damn, Munson really does move fast.

You smile at Eddie and nod. “Yeah, that’s kind of why we’ve been working so much. We wanted to get a place of our own,” you say. “For…reasons.”

Eddie smirks and wags his eyebrows at Steve. Given that you told him you bought more chocolates, he could only guess what those reasons were. “Cool, what’s the new address?”

Eddie rattles it off as you lean into him. You two look good together. Not that Steve is noticing because why would he notice something like that? What the hell is wrong with him tonight? The next thing you say doesn’t clear up any of the confusion he’s feeling.

“What time do you get off work?” you ask.

“Not until ten, why?”

He sees you and Eddie share a glance, both grinning in a way he’s not sure he appreciates. Or understands.

“You should stop by,” you say way too casually. “Come hang out with us.”

“Not a big fan of horror.”

“We’re not planning on watching movies,” Eddie says.

With that, you grab the videos and throw him a wink as Eddie leads you away. Steve feels like he’s missing something. He watches you leave, completely confused. He’s never hung out with either of you before, why would you be interested in hanging out now? And if you’re not going to be watching movies, then why did you rent them?

It doesn’t hit Steve until about thirty minutes later. “Wait a minute…”

No, no that couldn’t be the reason you two were asking him. He’s just being dumb. It has to be something else.

However, the longer Steve thinks about it, the more he realizes that it couldn’t be anything else. You brought up the chocolates, Munson wasn’t being a jealous prick and outright told him the three of you wouldn’t be watching movies together. Not to mention casually dropping that you have a new place that’s just for the two of you.

He’s so lost in thought he completely misses Robin coming over from the backroom where she’s been stuck all night, cleaning and organizing.

“Well that was tedious,” she says. When she gets no response from Steve, she waves her hand in front of his face. “Hellooooo, earth to Steve. Come back to me, buddy.”

“Huh, what?”

Robin frowns. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Steve shakes his head and forces himself to get back to work. But he’s suddenly way too distracted and can’t even remember what he was doing before you two wrecked his life.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ve never seen that look on your face before. Did something happen while I was in the back?”

Does he tell Robin or does he keep it to himself? On the one hand, he tells her everything, mainly because he knows she’ll give him her honest unfiltered opinion. On the other hand, if he’s wrong about what he thinks is going on, she’ll never let him live it down. She’s already given him shit for asking about you and Eddie. If she hears about that conversation…

“Dude, what is going on?” Robin asks after several long seconds of silence. “You’ve got the weirdest look on your face.”

Steve sighs, pushing away from the computer and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, so, I need your opinion on something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

In a hushed voice to avoid being overheard by the few stray customers hanging around, Steve gives her a quick rundown on his entire conversation with you and Eddie. The more he talks, the wider Robin’s eyes get and by the time he’s done, she’s standing there with her hands covering her mouth.

“Oh. My. God.”

“I’m being stupid, right?” Steve says. “You’re going to tell me I’m reading too much into this.”

“Well…”

“Well? Well? What do you mean ‘well’?”

Robin lowers her hands, trying and failing miserably to hold back an amused grin. “If everything you told me is exactly what happened, I’m pretty sure they were propositioning you.”

Steve just stares at her, unblinking. He does it for so long that Robin claps her hands in front of his face. It’s enough to snap him out of it. “Oh my god.”

She grins and nods. “Yeah, dude.”

Steve runs his hands through his hair, making it stick up in all directions. “Fuck, what do I do?”

Robin looks at her watch. “Stop by the gas station and grab some flowers and cheap wine? They should still be open if you leave now. It’s rude to show up empty-handed for a date.”

“Robin, I’m not going to actually take them up on their offer.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Steve flounders. “It’s…I…they…”

Robin stands there expectantly waiting for the excuse that Steve can’t come up with. Her smirk hasn’t gone away and when he doesn’t say anything else, she wags her eyebrows. “You’re going to have a kinky night. I’m almost jealous.”

Steve huffs and turns his attention to a stack of movies on the counter that need to be shelved. “Nope, not going to keep talking about this. I’m just over-reacting and they didn’t mean what I think they meant.”

Robin stops him from picking up the movies. “Steve, I’m not the best at social cues and even I picked up that vibe just from what you told me. And even though you said you’re not going, you haven’t said that you don’t want to go.”

Shit. Of course, she picked up on that. The truth is, Steve doesn’t know what he wants. He’s certainly curious about the whole thing. As much romantic experience as he has, this isn’t something that’s come up before. He leans against the counter and sighs heavily.

“Damn it,” he says.

Robin copies his stance, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

---

On the ride home, you can’t help smiling over at your fiancé. Still weird to think of him as that. There was zero transition. It was friends to engaged in twenty-four hours.

It’s been a whirlwind the last few weeks. Eddie, who used to work part-time as a mechanic, talked to his boss and was bumped to full-time. Since he graduated, he had been dragging his feet because he wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted to do. Once he realized it meant you two could pool your resources and get a place of your own, he was more than happy to make the change. Besides, it left his evenings free to still do shows with Corroded Coffin.

The two of you were able to get a trailer of your own, not too far from his uncle. Eddie had wanted to stay close since he was Wayne’s only family and you were all too happy to oblige.

Between his job at the garage and you working at the drug store, you’ve settled into a comfortable, mostly-stable routine. Occasionally, you have to work evenings which kind of sucks but for the most part, you and Eddie have nights to yourselves.

And you make full use of that time.

Eddie pulls the van up outside of your home and sits for a second, smiling. When he turns to you he says, “I can’t believe this place is ours.”

“I know. We could almost be considered adults.”

He laughs and grabs your hand, kissing the ring on your hand. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

It’s amazing how somewhere still so new can be considered home. You can’t believe it. To have a place of your own, a place you share with your love and best friend is more than you ever could have imagined. It’s not much, just two small bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen/living room area, but it’s yours. Even though it was way more expensive, Eddie was insistent on the second bedroom for “Future Baby Munson”. Right now it’s used to store Eddie’s guitar and boxes you haven’t felt like unpacking but given your man’s kink for coming inside you, it’s only a matter of time. At least, that’s what he keeps saying.

In the living room, you collapse on the couch. It’s been a long grueling week and you’re looking forward to spending the evening with Eddie.

And maybe Steve if he decides to show.

That’s something else you and Eddie have talked about. A lot. Like, more than you think is probably healthy. It started as a joke, you telling Eddie one night that you both should thank Steve for slipping you those chocolates. You thought it would be funny to buy him some in return. Somehow the conversation shifted and before you knew what was happening, Eddie was the one to suggest inviting him over for some fun.

You’re well aware of your soon-to-be-husband’s preferences so his suggestion wasn’t surprising. However, given that you’ve only seen Steve with women, you weren’t sure what he would think of the whole situation. It couldn’t hurt to offer, could it?

“Do you think he’s going to show?” you ask as Eddie puts the movies on top of the old TV set you swiped from your parents’ place.

“Why wouldn’t he? We’re both hot.”

You chuckle as Eddie crosses over to the couch. Without a second of hesitation, he lays himself on top of you, his lips seeking yours. Melting underneath him, you run your hand through his hair, lightly pulling to draw a small whimper out of him. It’s amazing how much he reacts to even the simplest of touches. It’s been fun exploring what makes him a moaning, weeping mess. It honestly doesn’t take much to get him going, especially now that you’ve got your own place.

It's like Eddie is determined to have sex with you as much as humanly possible. He says he’s making up for all the time you two spent pining for each other.

You don’t mind in the slightest.

Eddie’s hand slips under your shirt as he trails his kisses to your neck, which has become a thousand percent more sensitive since you two got together. He loves teasing and nibbling there until you’re a shuddering mess. You bite your lip and moan, arching your back into his touch. Sometimes you try to stifle yourself until you remember that you don’t have to. And if you forget, Eddie’s more than happy to serve as a reminder. That man cannot keep quiet once you’re both naked. Speaking of…

Reaching up, you tug on his leather jacket. “Off. Now.”

Eddie scrambles to do as you say, sitting up just enough to get rid of the coat and then his shirt. You run your hands down his chest, fingers tracing that delicious happy trail and the hickeys you left behind the last time you got him naked. Eager for more, you reach for his belt. You get it open and manage to undo the button before he dives in for another kiss, mouth hungrily devouring yours. Fuck you love the way he kisses you. You could lay there for hours perfectly content kissing him and doing nothing else. Actually, you’re pretty sure that’s happened several times already. It’s your favorite version of Lazy Sundays.

His thigh slots between your legs and he gently presses down, giving you the barest hint of the friction you want.

Sitting up, you force Eddie to sit back on his heels so you can shrug out of your jean jacket. Eddie’s quick hands are scrambling for the clasp of your bra, his hot mouth slotting over yours. Once he gets it undone, you quickly pull it off from under your tank top, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

You’ll never get tired of his hands on you, how he gets so excited he can’t contain himself, grabbing and squeezing.

But before things can really get going, there’s a sudden knock on the trailer door.

Eddie draws back to look at you and you both share a grin. “Looks like you were right,” you say.

He gets off of you and, without bothering to put his shirt back on or even redo his pants, he walks over and opens the door, leaning on the frame with a smug smile on his face.

“Fancy seeing you here, Harrington,” he says.

Steve stands on the doorstep, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He looks nervous, almost uncertain at first. Then his eyes take in Eddie’s half-naked appearance. He can see past him where you’re lying on the couch, dressed but disheveled and the nervous energy shifts.

“Well, I was invited,” he says with a shrug that’s way too practiced to be nonchalant. “Though, if now isn’t a good time…”

“It’s the perfect time,” you say, sitting up all the way. “Come on in.”

Eddie steps aside and Steve hesitates for a second before climbing the two steps into the trailer. He looks around. “Nice place.”

“Thanks, we think so too,” Eddie says pushing past him. He sits next to you on the couch, draping his arm around you. “She didn’t think you were going to show.”

“I almost didn’t,” Steve says, his eyes darting between the two of you. “I wasn’t sure…I mean, I thought I’d misread the situation…”

“You didn’t,” you tell him, getting to your feet. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Steve smiles and you can sense his hesitation like he’s still not quite sure if you meant what you said.

Stepping forward, you slide your hand into his unruly hair and pull him into a kiss. He freezes for a second, glancing at Eddie over your shoulder as if worried about what he might do. You can’t see Eddie’s response but whatever he does makes Steve relax.

He cups your cheek, deepening the kiss as one arm snakes around your waist.

Kissing Steve is so different from kissing Eddie. While Eddie’s excitement takes over, eagerly pushing his tongue past your lips, Steve takes his time, kisses you slowly and deliberately, like he’s giving you all his focus in that moment. When you open your mouth for him, he doesn’t immediately dive in. He keeps the same pace, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your cheek, and then, when his tongue does touch yours, it’s only a quick brush, just a tease that has you wanting more.

You feel movement behind you, and the next thing you know, Eddie’s mouth is on the back of your neck, his hands gripping your waist. He rolls his hips forward and grinds himself against your ass, already half-hard from fooling around earlier. Or, is he hard from watching you kiss Steve?

You gasp and that’s when Steve decides to explore your mouth, his tongue expertly gliding past yours. Between that and Eddie sucking and biting at your throat, you’re losing your goddamn mind already. Sandwiched between the two, you grind back against Eddie while pushing Steve’s jacket off his shoulders. It falls to the floor to join your bra and Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie’s hand cups your chin and he’s suddenly dragging you away from Steve’s mouth so he can kiss you. Steve doesn’t miss a beat, his lips falling to your exposed neck as his hand reaches up to squeeze your tits through your thin tank top. He had to have known you were braless. Most likely saw your nipples through the fabric.

Eddie licks at the inside of your mouth with a moan before trailing his lips to the other side of your throat and you’re suddenly breathless, suspended between the two as they grope and grind against you.

There’s a moment where everything stops, where Eddie and Steve move in the same direction and meet in the middle. They draw back and look in each other’s eyes, uncertain. Your hand is still in Steve’s hair and you close the distance for them, pulling Eddie in closer at the same time.

Their kiss is nothing like the sweet ones they shared with you.

It’s all teeth and tongue, like both are trying to gain the upper hand in whatever internal competition they’re waging. You let them do their thing, yanking the neckline of Steve’s shirt to the side so you can lay wet kisses along the smooth expanse of his neck. He groans and after a few seconds, Eddie pulls away with a lopsided grin.

“Wait to you see what else her mouth can do,” he says breathlessly before both his hands slide up your tank top to roughly grab your tits.

Your knees buckle and if it wasn’t for both men pinning their bodies to yours, you definitely would have fallen. You can feel Steve’s bulge through his jeans and it draws out a moan from you. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” you say into Steve’s skin. You can feel him swallow thickly when you do.

“Probably a good idea.” He’s just as breathless as you two are and your pussy throbs with longing. You have no idea how things are going to go tonight but damn you’re so fucking excited to find out.

Eddie draws back, taking your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom. You grab Steve’s hand and drag him along. The room is small, with barely enough space for a dresser, a nightstand, and the queen-sized bed that’s shoved into the corner. Doesn’t matter. The bed is the most important part anyway.

Eddie yanks you into a harsh kiss. A second later, he spins you in his arms so you’re both facing Steve. Eddie pulls your tank top off and you watch as Steve’s pupils dilate, racking up and down your exposed tits. He stares at the both of you, shirtless and smiling at him.

“This whole thing is new for me,” he says, still hovering in the doorway. “I don’t know what’s…what’s crossing a line or anything.”

“Well, you’re in luck because this is new for us too,” you admit. “The important thing is, to be honest about what you’re comfortable with.”

“For starters,” Eddie says, fingers absentmindedly making small trails up and down your torso. “If you’re inside my lady, you’ll need a rubber.”

“Obviously,” Steve says.

“We’re both clean but cuming inside her is kind of my thing,” Eddie says, blunt as ever. “And if you don’t want me to touch you, that’s cool, no offense will be taken.”

“You can touch me.”

Fuck the way he says that without hesitation doesn’t only make you hot and bothered. Eddie’s erection which has been firmly poking you in the back this whole time twitches with excitement. You even hear his breathing catch in his throat.

“Good to know, big boy,” Eddie says.

Steve turns his attention to you. “What are you comfortable with?” he asks, taking that first step across the threshold.

He’s within reach yet doesn’t try to touch you. Not yet. He’s waiting for your answer, eyes searching yours intently. You slide your arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You can touch me, you can taste me, and you can fuck me,” you say, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “Actually, I’m kind of curious to see if I can handle both of you at the same time.”

Eddie’s fingers suddenly dig into your skin excitedly while Steve’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck,” he says, leaning in close so his forehead is pressed to yours. “Munson, how hasn’t she killed you yet with the things she says?”

“Trust me, you haven’t heard half of what my girl can do,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve pulls back just enough to take off his shirt. Pushing his hair out of his face, he leans in for another kiss. You happily grant it, arching your back into Eddie’s touch as he cups your tits. Eddie’s mouth is back at your throat, one hand sliding down your chest, over your stomach, and under the waistband of your jeans.

You moan into Steve’s mouth and his tongue pushes past yours, not slow this time, but quick and eager. Eddie’s hand slips into your panties and when your knees buckle, it’s Steve who catches you, holds you up by your hips while Eddie toys with you.

Dear god you’re wet already and you’ve barely gotten started.

Eddie can feel it and you know he’s smirking. The tips of his fingers press down on your clit and your body jerks in surprise. There’s a tug on your jeans and Steve undoes the button, pushing them down. Once they’re out of the way, Eddie has more room to touch and he wastes no time sliding two fingers through your wetness.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” Eddie groans into your ear before tonguing it briefly. He glances at Steve. “Want to give her a feel, Harrington?”

Steve nods and Eddie’s hand withdraws. You can’t help whimpering at the loss. It doesn’t last long because a second later, he’s pushing your panties down and then grabbing Steve’s wrist. He brings the other guy’s hand between your legs and you collapse back against Eddie.

“Shit!” you swear, your tongue darting out to lick your dry lips.

Steve kisses you, panting as his fingers join Eddie’s. “You’re right, Munson,” he says between kisses. “I think she’s enjoying this.” God, you can’t tell how many fingers are touching you only that they’re doing a damn good job of it.

The next thing you know, both their hands are gone and they’re pushing you into the bed. Your back hits the mattress, bouncing slightly from the force. They take your shoes off and pull your jeans and panties down the rest of the way. Within seconds, you’re laying there completely naked, with them gazing hungrily at you.

You stare back at the two men, half-naked and panting, looking so fucking good it blows your mind that they’re there, with you. Eddie suddenly slips his arm around Steve’s waist and yanks him into a kiss. You’re forgotten for the moment as they grapple with each other, teeth hitting in their excitement. Steve’s the one to take things to the next level, slipping his hand into Eddie’s open jeans.

Eddie groans and you watch the movement of Steve’s hand under the fabric. Fuck you can’t see anything and it’s still the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. Your pussy throbs from neglect.

You move up the bed to get yourself comfortable, opening the drawer of the nightstand. Inside are all the fun things but right now you’re interested in the box of chocolates. You take it out and grab one before leaning against the pillows.

The movement is enough to get the boys' attention and they turn their heads in unison just in time to watch you take a bite of the truffle.

“Don’t mind me,” you say, licking the chocolate from your lips. “Just enjoying the show.”

Eddie smirks and turns his attention back to Steve. He yanks on the button of his jeans, pulling them open before pushing them down. They kiss again, Steve’s hand still jerking Eddie off. He turns Steve so his back is to the bed, then pushes him onto it like they did to you. He steps out of his shoes and gets rid of his pants, fully commando underneath.

Steve kicks out of his sneakers, then moves until he’s able to lean his back against your chest. You bend your head for a kiss as Eddie gets rid of Steve’s jeans and boxers. Your mouth is entirely preoccupied with Steve’s and his hand cups the back of your head, holding you in place. A moan suddenly rips through him and you both break away in time to see Eddie slide his mouth down Steve’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasps, throwing his head back. You take the opportunity to feed him a bit of chocolate, smearing some across his lips in the process.

He eagerly accepts and when his tongue darts out to lick it away, you help by kissing him.

Eddie must be doing something right because a flush washes across Steve’s pale skin in no time. You’re more than a little obsessed with it. You make out with him, running your fingers through the hair on his chest.

Steve’s cock is pretty fucking impressive. Not quite as thick as Eddie’s but definitely longer. Watching your fiancé deep throat him, managing to take almost all of him, sends molten heat down to your neglected core. Eddie’s mouth does wonders to you and clearly, his oral skills are matched when it comes to giving head.

Unable to sit idle anymore you carefully slide out from behind Steve and crawl to the bottom of the bed. You kiss Eddie’s shoulders and he lets Steve slip from his mouth so he can give you a filthy kiss. You can taste Steve on him and it nearly fucking kills you.

Drawing back, you pop the rest of the truffle into Eddie’s mouth, before kissing him again, sharing the sweet treat as you gather Eddie’s hair into a ponytail. Meeting Steve’s gaze, you watch his face as Eddie goes back to sucking him off, his ringed hand gliding up Steve’s taut stomach and resting on the middle of his chest.

Steve throws his head back, hips rising off the bed as he moans. Fuck this image is going to be forever burned into your mind.

Without warning, Eddie pulls off, kisses you again, then guides your head down to take over. Steve’s already slick from precum and Eddie’s mouth. It helps him slide smoothly into yours and you get to work, bobbing your head up and down while stroking what doesn’t fit. Which is a lot. Because, damn.

Steve is moaning and writhing beneath you. “S-Slow down,” he pants. “Don’t want to cum yet.”

Eddie’s still next to you and when you pull off to catch your breath, you both grin up at him. “That’s what the chocolates are for, babe,” you pant.

“I know, but…”

“You want to hold back, huh?” Eddie asks. “Make it feel really good?”

Steve nods, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “Besides, you two can’t have all the fun.”

They both look at you and a second later you’re being manhandled by them, taking Steve’s place on the bed. Steve dips his head to take a nipple between his lips, sucking greedily as Eddie takes the other. Dear god, it's indescribable. Their hands roam every bit of your body they can reach and all you can do is grab fistfuls of their hair.

Apparently, Steve has something else in mind because he lets it go after a few seconds and moves down the bed, leaving wet kisses in his wake. He slides his arms under your legs and buries his face between your thighs.

Gasping at the sudden wetness of his tongue, your back arches and Eddie moans, cupping your tit while still playing the nipple in his mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Two mouths doing two completely different things to you. Steve sucks greedily at your clit, strong arms pinning you to the bed even as you squirm underneath him. You moan and Eddie chooses then to kiss you, filling your mouth with his always eager tongue. His cock is begging for attention, poking you persistently in your side.

“I want to suck your dick, Eddie,” you tell him breathlessly. “Let me suck you off while he eats me out.”

Eddie moans and immediately gets to his knees. His cock is red and so fucking ready, the tip is oozing precum. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

He pushes himself past your lips with a quick, smooth thrust.

You lose your fucking mind. Again. Probably didn’t quite have it back, to begin with.

Sex with Eddie is always a thrill, an erotic adventure that takes you for a fucking ride. This is something else entirely. To have two men, to be with two men like this is incredibly overwhelming and empowering at the same time. They want you. Both of them. And judging by the noises they’re making, they’re having a pretty fucking amazing time.

Steve’s tongue is now repeatedly swiping through your folds, making the most obscene wet noises you’ve ever heard. Then he slips it into your soaking hole at the same time Eddie starts to fuck your mouth and you’re cuming before you even realize what’s going on.

You can’t call out their names; Eddie’s cock is still gliding along your tongue as he rolls his hips back and forth. His head is thrown back, eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensation. You fucking let him, want him to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

Through bleary eyes, you manage to catch a glimpse of Steve and he’s already looking up at you, watching Eddie fuck your throat. He gives you a final lick as your shuddering body relaxes once more, then kisses his way up. Eddie nearly doubles over when Steve takes one of his balls into his mouth, sucking greedily as you suck his cock.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit,” Eddie babbles, one hand falling to your head and the other falling to Steve’s. “Guys, I can’t—”

You draw your head back so he slips from your mouth, only for Steve to take him down right to the base. You suck on his other ball and that’s it. Eddie can’t take anymore.

He cums into Steve’s mouth, running his hands through his own hair and pulling on it as his hips jerk on their own. Steve takes it all like a fucking champ.

Spent, at least for the moment, Eddie collapses next to you on the bed. You grab Steve’s chin and force him to kiss you, sharing Eddie’s cum in the filthiest kiss you’ve ever had. Steve is more than happy to share.

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his cock and start to jerk him off with quick, hurried movements. He doesn’t stop you this time, doesn’t want to wait anymore.

He groans, thrusting into your hand while kissing the life out of you. When he cums a second later, he spills himself all over your hand and thighs.

The chocolate is still in your system and you can’t help stealing more kisses even as Steve lays down on your other side. It’s only when your lungs scream in protest that you give yourself a break.

Drawing back to catch your breath, the three of you lay there panting.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve says, shoving his sweaty hair out of his face.

“You both better not be tapping out on me already,” Eddie says. He’s got the biggest fucking grin on his face. One hand cushions his head while the other starts to work his cock.

“Give me some credit, Munson,” Steve says. “Just need to catch my breath.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you say. “He’s like this even without the chocolate.”

“How do you sleep?”

“Usually naked, full of cum.”

Steve gives a soft chuckle, rolling on his side and sliding his arm around your waist. Eddie does the same and you find yourself kissing both. They leaned in at the same time yet didn’t stop when they noticed the other. You’ve never had a three-way kiss before and suddenly it’s hard to tell whose tongue is whose. Even if you hadn’t had chocolate you’d be ready to go. How could you not when two hot men were trying to kiss the life out of you?

“You still want to try to take us both?” Eddie asks, drawing away from the kiss to nuzzle your neck.

Your body clenches at the thought. Nodding, you breathlessly say, “Definitely.”

“Fuck,” Steve says. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever imagined in my life.”

“Get ready to experience it, big boy,” Eddie says. “Do you want the front or the back?”

“I’ll take the front,” Steve says. “At least to start since you like finishing inside.”

“Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“No gentlemen here, babe,” Eddie says in your ear. “Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Steve turns you to face him, kissing you, and for a moment the heat of Eddie’s body is gone as he rifles through the drawer. It’s back a second later after he hands Steve a condom.

Eddie kisses your throat and then there’s the unmistakable feeling of his lube-covered finger sliding between your cheeks. You two have done this a couple of times and your body already knows what to expect, relaxing into his touch. Or at least trying to. You’re so wound up about what’s happening you have to remind yourself to calm down.

Steve draws back, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. You watch him roll it onto his cock and your pussy clenches again, so eager to be finally be filled.

When Steve kisses you, it’s not urgent or rushed. He’s back to taking his time, going slow and savoring the moment. Eddie’s finger is teasing your puckered hole, spreading the lube around and around. It’s not until Steve lifts your leg over his hip that Eddie pushes his finger past the ring of muscles. You gasp and then Steve is pushing into you and your mind goes blank.

This. This is nothing you ever expected yet everything you never knew you wanted.

Steve fucks you slowly, very aware of Eddie fingering your ass at the same time. Your body is in a constant state of motion like it doesn’t know what it wants more. Your hips roll forward to take Steve in yet immediately backward to accept Eddie’s finger.

Eddie is sucking your throat, only pausing when Steve reaches over to cup the back of his neck for a kiss.

You thought it would feel strange being filled by Steve when Eddie is right there, but it’s not. There’s absolute trust between the three of you that you weren’t anticipating.

They keep kissing as Eddie works you open, until you tug on Steve’s hair, needing to feel someone’s mouth.

Your hips don’t know what they want to do. Forward or back? Help Steve or help Eddie?

Eddie wiggles a second finger into you and you moan so loud you’re sure everyone outside the trailer can hear. Your hips jerk unexpectedly and Steve manages to stop you from impaling yourself onto your fiancé’s hand.

“Shit, holy fucking shit,” you swear. “More. Eddie, Steve, give me more!”

Eddie’s fingers disappear and you almost cry at the loss, until his hand comes up to your shoulder and he suddenly pushes you forward into Steve. Steve buries himself in you all the way and stays there, his hand squeezing your thigh, keeping it wrapped around his hips. Shit, he’s helping Eddie, keeping you still so Eddie can slide his condom-covered cock into your ass.

At the first press of the blunt head of his cock, you moan his name, your nails digging into Steve’s shoulder blade, leaving thin scratches.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight like this,” Eddie says through gritted teeth.

Steve gasps. “Shit, you’re squeezing me,” he tells you.

You’re too far gone to answer either of them. You’ve never been so fucking full in your life. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until Eddie bottoms out and the air rushes from your lungs. They don’t move at first, laying kisses over every part of you they can reach, waiting for you to relax.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles into your ear.

“We’ve got you,” Steve says, giving an experimental thrust.

You gasp, throwing your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder. “Such a good girl,” Eddie purrs in your ear. “So good taking both of us.”

It’s his turn to thrust and your body clenches around Steve again until he swears. After that, no one can speak.

They fuck you at the same time but in two vastly different ways. Eddie is over-eager and bordering on needy, unable to control himself when he’s inside you like this. His thrusts are quick and deep, too excited to pull over very far before he pushes back in. Steve stays buried in your heat, grinding his hips against yours.

“Shit, Munson, I think I can feel you moving,” he gasps.

Eddie yanks him into a kiss, their tight bodies squeezing yours between them as they absolutely wreck you. Different rhythms, different tempos, different speeds. So fucking different yet so fucking delicious at the same time.

They’re kissing you, kissing each other, groping and pulling and pinching your tits until your nipples buzz with sensitivity. You pant and swear, calling for Eddie then for Steve, then some weird combination of the two names when your brain stops functioning.

And then, right when it’s becoming too much, right when you know you’re close to coming again, they both suddenly stop.

“No, no,” you whine, tears streaming down your face. “More, please give me more.”

Eddie rubs your arm. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he coos. “We’re just switching. We’re gonna take good care of you. Don’t you worry.”

They both slip out, leaving you so brutally empty that you can’t help the sob that escapes. You’re turned around and are suddenly facing Eddie again. Vaguely you’re aware Eddie is passing Steve the lube.

Your fiancé takes the condom off, chucking it over his shoulder. When he pushes his cock into your gaping cunt, you nearly weep with joy. He cups your cheek and kisses you fiercely, tongue filling your mouth while losing himself in your wet heat. There’s the feeling of something cool and slick between your cheeks again and then Steve’s pushing in and you lose your goddamn mind.

Instantly, they’re back at the brutal pace they set before. They don’t need to take it slow. You’re spread and ready, and so fucking eager for more. You’re all too far gone to think, too overwhelmed to do anything but chase your pleasure.

You kiss who you can reach, your hand first grabbing Eddie’s sweaty shoulder, then reaching back to grab Steve’s thigh.

You’re sure you’ve cum at least a second, possibly a third time. It’s hard to tell with the constant stimulation. They keep rolling into one after another. It’s far too much. Your body is sore, screaming for more and yet begging to be done because it doesn’t know how much it can take.

Steve finishes for the second time, filling the condom as he fucks into your ass. The only reason you know is because he calls your name, his fingers digging into your hips so tight his nails leave indents. Eddie is the last, burying himself into your aching pussy just like he loves, keeping himself there until you’ve milked every drop.

Silence sweeps the room as all three of you collapse. You’re half out of it, eyes closed, and already feeling the tug of sleep. When they slip out of you, you let out a groan and two pairs of hands roll you onto your back, stroking your face.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” Eddie asks, voice filled with concern.

Steve says your name, sounding equally worried when he strokes your cheek.

You open your bleary eyes to find them leaning over you. “Fuck,” is all you can manage.

They both breathe twin sighs of relief. “Was it too much?” Eddie asks, laying kisses across your face.

“It…was…perfect.”

You sort of fade in and out after that. No amount of chocolate could prepare you for taking two men at the same time. You’re vaguely aware of one of them cleaning you while the other spoons you, rubs your hip, and tells you what a good job you did, but you’d be damned if you knew who is who at this point.

All you know is that you’re safe, warm, and loved. That’s the last thought you have before drifting off to sleep.

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Exhaustion takes over after Eddie makes sure you’re cleaned and cuddled. Steve holds you while Eddie cleans himself, then hands you over so he can wash up. He comes back to bed, falling face-first into the pillow.

“How are you doing over there?” Eddie asks, already drifting off.

“Better than I’ve felt in months.”

You’re out for the count and Eddie when turns off the light, Steve moves in to spoon your other side, leaving you sandwiched between them.

When Eddie wakes up sometime later, it’s because he feels the bed shift.

It’s not you. No, you’re out for the count and he has a feeling you won’t be waking for a while. He slowly sits up in time to see Steve slipping out into the hall.

He waits, wondering if Harrington is just going to the bathroom or if he’s leaving. When he doesn’t hear anything for a while, he gets up to investigate, grabbing a pair of boxers from the floor and stumbling into them.

He finds Steve sitting on the steps of the trailer. He’s not dressed, at least not completely. He’s got his jeans on but is otherwise shirtless. Eddie grabs a pack of smokes from the counter, slipping a cigarette between his lips before joining Steve outside.

Silently, he offers him one which he accepts. They light up and sit together, staring up at the night sky.

“So that happened,” Steve says after some time, cigarette dangling from his lips.

“It sure as fuck did.”

Eddie knows how he feels about the whole situation. Is perfectly okay with it being a one-time thing if that’s what you all want, yet equally okay if it were to turn into something more. He’s more curious about what’s going on in Harrington’s head.

They don’t speak for a while. They just sit there, smoking and thinking to themselves.

“You know, I was surprised you were into this,” Steve says, glancing at Eddie. “Considering what a jealous prick you were the last time we talked.”

Eddie chuckles, flicking the stub of his cigarette onto the ground. “Well, I wasn’t going to let you have her first before I could,” he says. “And yeah, we’re together and everything but we both talked about it a lot. And I mean a lot. It was something we were both comfortable with so we figured, might as well shoot our shot.”

Steve leans back on his elbows. “Not how I expected my night to end.”

“Do you regret it?”

Steve tosses his cigarette into the dirt. He looks over at Eddie. “No. I don’t.”

Eddie nudges him with his elbow. “Come back to bed. She’s going to be pissed if you slip out before she can make you pancakes.”

“Can’t have that, can we?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to piss her off.”

Smiling, Steve got to his feet, offering a hand to Eddie. He accepts, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. They stand there for a moment, so close. Eddie leans in, kissing Steve softly. It’s eagerly returned, a surprisingly gentle kiss as an understanding passes between the two.

Steve allows Eddie to pull him back into the trailer and into the bedroom, where your sleeping body waits for them.

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Musings from a Hazbin Fan and Hotel Employee

Yeah, that's right—I'm posting to this blog for the first time in years because I got into Hazbin Hotel of all things. Not only did I get into this cursed fandom, I'm writing fan fiction for it. Fan fiction. I think the last time I wrote fanfiction was...2012? 2013? And I only ever told 3 people about that one. Now here I am posting on main. The brainrot truly is unquantifiable.

If you're one of the few people that survived the purge of those I know IRL, congratulations. Please don't judge me lol. Anyways, actual musings are below the cut!

So I’m writing a fun little fanfic on AO3 and after someone left a comment (if you’re reading this, still genuinely one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me about my craft), it occured to me—as a Hazbin Hotel enjoyer, I have a pretty unique perspective on the series as an IRL hospitality professional. So! Thought it would be some cute bonus content to talk a little bit more about my life at an actual hotel and how it’s impacted my experience with Vivziepop’s hit series. 

Please note: this is written purely for shits and giggles. I don’t actually have any issues with the setting of Vivzie’s narrative or how it plays into the stories she and her team want to tell. I fucking love this show, to a potentially unhealthy degree, and I haven’t had this much fun with a series since like…okay well my hyperfixations change like every few months, but still. Point is, this isn’t actually critique, or satire, or anything with negative or critical intentions. TLDR; this post is for funsies, get off my dick.

So Who TF Am I, Anyways?

A little background on myself, for context. I’ve been employed at my hotel for almost a year now, and it’s my first hospitality job. I work in the Sales and Events department and I’ve come to learn that Group Business is actually integral for keeping a hotel up and running. When your average person (read: me before this job) thinks about hotels and traveling, you’d think it’s all about the families, bloggers, and individual travelers when it comes to guests and revenue. But in actuality, most of a hotel’s revenue—at least in the market I work in—will come from contracted room blocks and events. 

That’s where folks in my department come in. We work with clients to negotiate contracts and secure occupants for our hotel year round. Simply put, if we don’t do our jobs well, then no one else gets hours. So as much as the anti-capitalist in me will sometimes hate being a cog in the machine, it is really fulfilling to be able to help clients meet their needs while also making sure my coworkers are able to put food on the table. 

Speaking of being a cog in the machine, because of my role in Sales, this means that whenever I travel or think about hotels, I’m always thinking about the revenue side of things. I also work more with the Events team, so operations are also on the forefront of my mind. Which leads me to my principal quandary for this little blog post:

How in the Hell does the Hazbin Operate?

I have a laundry list of questions. A laundry list that’s almost as big as the actual pile of dirty laundry that is currently plaguing my bedroom floor. I will summarize (which is a generous word given how fucking verbose I can be) below:

Issue #1: Revenue Generation

Okay listen, I know Charlie is the Princess of Hell. I know she probably has unlimited capital, whatever that looks like in the HelluVerse. And I know the Hazbin is literally there to help rehabilitate people so charging them to stay would be counterproductive.

But my dude…do you understand how much money would be needed to run an operation of this scale?

At the end of Season 1, the new Hazbin is huge. Like it easily looks as big, if not bigger, than the hotel I work at which has nearly 500 rooms. Do you know how much revenue our team has to generate to keep this place running? Do you know how many millions our target goal is set at for each quarter? How many hundreds of thousands my coworkers’ individual quotas are set to? And sunshine in a bottle over here doesn’t charge her residents anything????? 

How does she get all those decorations? How does she order food or inventory? We know Hell has an economy, like Angel literally says he needs to save money for drugs in his first appearance. Is she…does she even pay her staff???

It is utterly appalling that Charlie is able to operate a hotel of this scale, both because of how it doesn’t make sense from a business perspective and because there are IRL billionaires that could probably do the same thing and solve homelessness overnight. 

Speaking of scale:

Issue #2: The Hazbin’s Systems, Or Lack Thereof

Okay so, yes, there’s only like…one official resident of the hotel, maybe two if Cherri moves in and doesn’t become a staff member (RIP Pentious, you would have loved living with Cherri Bomb). With the staff the way it is, that’s a solid 5:1 ratio, which is beyond ideal. But—and I touch on this in the fic—I feel I must reiterate: the new Hazbin is fucking massive. And you know what that means? It’s going to be able to hold a lot of guests. Guests that will need staff to take care of them. Let’s review:

Charlie is the owner and mostly teaches classes. Vaggie is the co-owner and kind of acts as the Executive Assistant to Charlie’s General Manager. I guess Alastor is the Hotel Manager? I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what he does, but generally speaking he’s supposed to be the jack of all trades and manage the rest of the staff. Niffty handles Housekeeping and I guess would be the director of that. Husk is the bartender but like canonically only really eats pub food so he definitely can’t be the Food & Beverage head. 

Let’s say we scrap the Sales and Revenue Departments because clearly they don’t need income, but we keep a Marketing position so that Charlie can get the word out about the hotel. That leaves us with the need for Engineering, Front Desk, Rooms, and F&B staff. And like, not just one person—that would fucking suck—but proper staff. And given their track record of organization and managing the hotel…let’s just say, I would not be applying to the Hazbin Hotel anytime soon. Honestly, it sounds like that job would qualify to be the new tenth circle of Hell. 

What Does the Hazbin Get Right About IRL Hospitality?

So yes, clearly the world of the Hazbin Hotel leans towards the more fanciful—it is a story about Hell after all. However, there have been some moments that have made me chuckle as a hotel employee, things that are relatable for us in the hospitality world. Allow me to highlight them for you below:

Everyone is Bat Shit Crazy

Hospitality professionals are weird. So weird. Before I started my job, I was terrified of the level of professionality I would need to have. When I first got hired, I was given a whole packet on dress code and appropriate conduct. As you can probably tell from my writing style, this was concerning: I can be professional when I need to be, but I cannot maintain that guise for extended periods of time. Call it my toxic trait.

I also already had this impression of poised and put-together hotel staff from my previous experiences with travel. All the Front Desk agents would be in these clean and wrinkle-free clothes with kind yet business-forward attitudes, office workers would be walking around in full suits, and occasionally you’d see the hotel management on the floor if you were looking. Let me tell you now—it is a facade. An act. An incredible stage production unfolding in real time where all the staff do their absolute damndest to make you feel like you are in an organized and professional institution. Not unlike a certain hit animated musical.

My direct supervisor, the literal Director of Catering and Events, once told me that being a liiiiiittle crazy was a prerequisite for working in our department during the hiring process for a new Sales Manager. She was wrong—the prerequisite is not “a little” crazy. The prerequisite is being bat shit insane. And it’s not just our department, oh noooOoooOo, it is every department. Downstairs in our little basement dungeon, we make out of pocket comments, scream at random intervals, and swear way more than we should (that one might be my fault…according to my partner I swear more at work than at home and apparently it’s rubbing off on my colleagues), but that behavior is in no way restricted to just the Sales Team. 

I process the checks that are sent to our property and our Director of Rooms makes me say “can I get a WITNESSSS” before she signs off on the drop log (Charlie-core). If I don’t say it high pitched enough or with enough vigor, she makes me do it again. I once watched a guy in Engineering climb a tall step ladder balanced with two legs on a platform and a third leg balanced on a wooden plank his coworker was holding steady. The fourth leg was over the open air. Let me reiterate: the open. Fucking. Air. Tell me you can’t see Angel Dust and Cherri doing that shit.

Speaking of Engineering, you wanna know what dumbass thing happened just this morning? The Regional Director of the department—regional meaning he manages teams all across our area, like top level type shit—told us about this cursed ass Instagram trend he found where allegedly, putting ketchup on a Kit Kat tasted like fudge. So right there and then, him, myself, and two other coworkers decided ‘why the fuck not?’:

I would never seek it out willingly again, but I honestly didn’t hate it. 

The point of all of this is to say—the antics the Hazbin crew get up to? Totally realistic. I could see my coworker Robert throwing me into an active battlefield against my will. We have deadass done the role playing thing Angel and Pentious did during our trainings, and it was just as unhinged. Every day some shit happens at this hotel and I’m just like, “Yup. That could happen in Hazbin.”

“Call Now! Or Don’t! I Don’t Care! We Still Don’t Have a Working Phone!”

I would like to preface this section by saying: if you happen to be a Front Desk associate, I’m sorry. This is not directed at you, this is directed at your managers and their communication skills that may or may not exist. If you are somehow a manager reading this, uh—first of all, cringe. Second of all, I hope these next few paragraphs don’t apply to you. If they do and you’re offended: that’s a certified you-problem, babes. 

There are three certainties in this life: death, taxes, and miscommunication from your fucking managers. Tell me why in this past week alone I have been in 5 different email threads regarding fuck-ups and complaints from guests about things that we had clearly communicated. Tell me why in these email threads, people were attempting to throw me under the bus or shift the blame to my team. Tell me why I have gone to every single individual office in my department complaining about this. Tell me why this isn’t the first time this has happened.

Another hotel tidbit: across the board, Q1 (Jan-Mar) is supposed to be slow, for all of hospitality. It’s the time to get the metaphorical phone lines working, ya know? Our Q1 was stupidly busy, so I get it, people were slammed and short staffed. But like… we had time. Time to iron out our communication, time to create systems and processes that would ensure we’d be all set when things got busier. Yet here I am at the start of Q2 with an entire fist shoved up my ass being puppeted around to fix other people’s mistakes. 

It’s times like these when I go back to rewatch Hazbin for the like 26th time and I watch Charlie and Alastor run the hotel and I’m just like “whyyYyYyYyYyYy”. Like I KNOW Vaggie has had days where she’s like, “what…what am I supposed to be doing right now? Like what is my job, what… What?” 

It’s not just Front Desk either. It’s every department, even my own bosses. Like the call is coming from inside the house, sweetie, why did you tell this Sales Manager that I was taking care of all her commissions but you didn’t tell me this. Why am I blocking a room for an Orientation the following Monday at fucking 5:45 PM on a Friday. Why am I JUST finding out about a VIP guest when I have been asking you if you had any notes for me for the whole week.

I touch on it in my fic as well but like…pretty sure Charlie just, decides to host her classes day of. And that drives me insane. Like I…there are processes. Things that need to be done so that everyone is on the same page. You don’t just wing this shit, that’s how you end up with Susan calling your Director to tell her that you’re a useless waste of space not even deserving of the air in your lungs because you didn’t give her her fucking breakfast voucher. 

As a character, I love Alastor. If I were ever in the same room as him, I’d probably hate him. But if there’s anything relatable about that Geneva Convention Violation on Legs it’s his absolutely done attitude in Episode 1’s opening commercial.

Charlie Loves Helping People, and So Do We!

Alright, I’ve complained for enough paragraphs, let’s be positive for a second. The thing that is by far the most true to life in Hazbin Hotel is how much joy Charlie gets from taking care of her guests. Like…that’s our bread and butter in the hospitality world. Well, maybe just the butter; we need that bread in the form of cold hard cash (or direct deposits, whatever works best). But as much as I will bitch and moan about the difficulties of working in a hotel, there’s nothing quite as fulfilling as a guest telling you that you made their entire trip better. The butterflies I get reading reviews where my coworkers are mentioned by name and a guest writes about how we completely turned around their bad day are an absolute delight. It just means the world knowing that you can have that kind of impact on someone, even if it’s just in the little things.

In Episode 2, when Charlie and the crew are welcoming Sir Pentious and she just starts vibrating with excitement is exactly how I feel when I get to meet a client that we’ve been working with for months and finally welcome them to our property. When they sing “It Starts With Sorry” and just get to have a moment of empathy and compassion together, it reminds me of the clients and the phone calls I take where I get to ask them about their goals and help them feel like they’re supported and heard. In the grand scheme of things, is a nice phone call or interaction with some hotel employee going to change your life? Probably not. But for those few moments when their burdens seem lighter is why I love my job.

This goes for guests, and for my fellow coworkers. I’ve been very blessed to start my hospitality career in an unusually supportive work culture. Yeah, we can be some right petty bitches sometimes, but overall everyone is so encouraging and so quick to help lighten each other’s loads. Like in Episode 5 (best episode btw, for obvious reasons) when all the Hazbin Crew are working together to prepare the hotel for Lucifer’s arrival, that shit made me so giddy cause like- that’s us! Look at us go! We workin together so hard, we’re so cute! Like when Niffty and Pentious are baking and she looks up at him all excited n’ shit—that’s literally been me working with our Director of Restaurants on new food menus or promotional material. 

There’s something about being in an occupation where your whole purpose is to take care of people that really brings out the selflessness in you, and I think that’s what makes the hotel such a great setting for Charlie’s mission of redemption. I didn’t realize that until writing this paragraph tbh, but yeah, it just kinda…works. When your job is to make sure other people have a good time and feel supported and you’re surrounded by people that make you feel the same way, it’s a lot easier to want to choose to do good, to do right by the people around you. So as much as I have some silly little nitpicks…yeah, I can admit—I love that this show is about the Hazbin Hotel specifically.

Anyways, if you made it this far, thanks for reading! Next update for Life is In Redemption will be out in the days to come, just thought this would be a fun addition while I work on some of the content with my friends. This upcoming chapter is going to have a co-author, so get hyyyyyped :)

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I am so curious about what is going through Cazador mind when the subject is Tyrus, cause wtf.

My theory is that friend his old master killed and then impaled Cazador for 11 years

Like, he's living viciously through Tyrus the fantasy that ok,maybe his friend wasn't able to rescue him,but he is alive and support him in this hell making everything a little bit better.But this projection is on a subconscious level.

For a moment due to the interactions with Amanita I thought hmmm Tyrus would be the perfect heir, obedient as fuck and not rebellious,and like he is the most like the other spawn that behaves like the family role that was imposed on him if you understand me? He behaves like a son.But again,Tyrus was made to be consumed.

And what is this family talk? Why is he so insistent on that..To be honest it's totally impractical, in the game until the last moments he was insistent on saying that he and the seven spawns are family , as if two seconds ago he wasn't saying that Astarion was made to be consumed, but ok,and it's not like when he lied saying that the seven would gain ascension out of pure cruelty, it's purely impractical no one believes they are family, there is no psychological horror on their part of torturing a sibling.

I think the motive that Cazador is so adamant of the family business is conected to why he transformed amanita and the way he treats Tyrus, anyway RIP Cazador you would have loved Freud.

But again I am probally wrong as fuck.

~Regarding my fic Perfect Slaughter (Astarion x Tav, Astarion backstory-centric)~

Hi anon!! Thanks so much for this question. Cazador had two very objective, practical reasons for turning Tyrus. One, as we know, was for Tyrus's promising necromantic talents. The second will get revealed at the end of part two!

But he also had a third, more....nebulous reason, and I think your conjecture is right on track. In my opinion, Cazador likes to see himself as a very caring, long-suffering, reasonable master. In comparison to his sire, Cazador would say he is benevolent and merciful. And in my fic at least, Vellioth was confirmed by Amanita as a relative of Cazador's, so his obsession with 'family' and enforcing the idea on his spawn (in a twisted, sick way) stems from his resentment of his actual family treating him so terribly. He's replaying his own trauma to some extent, except 'improving' upon it and being the one with all the power this time. I agree that there's some contradiction to calling his spawn family but also saying they are a consumable means to an end--but honestly I love that Cazador contradicts himself there. It shows just how fucked up his perception of what family is has become. Everything becomes about power and control to an abuser.

The Szarrs seem to turn at least one family member into a vampire per generation (see Amanita's journal about her family rites), so Cazador turning Amanita is the usual order of business. But turning her so young? I think this says a few things: 1) though he upheld family tradition, Cazador still had to have a little extra power over his 'heir,' 2) he found every other option from his family line too threatening, 3) on some level, he is attached to the idea of 'fatherhood' and influencing those he has power over, not just controlling them. Not that Amanita has turned out to be that easy to influence anyway 😂

Cazador's feelings about Tyrus are nearly as complicated as they are about Astarion. Tyrus potentially being the 'perfect son' for him is not far off--he's incredibly useful (no matter how Cazador downplays it) and outwardly respectful, he's thoughtful and careful besides being beautiful and young as all Cazador's spawn need to be. Tyrus's only flaw thus far is his weakness for Astarion, which....Cazador can relate to, let's be real lol. And as Tyrus has realized in the recent chapter, Cazador can now use their growing bond to better rein in Astarion and motivate Tyrus to work even harder for him. Unlike Vellioth, Cazador believes love can be useful. I think he'll forever resent his master for killing that friend, you're right, so he's always trying to toe that line: give just the right amount and type of fear and pain into his spawn so that they're easy to control, but not enough to make them angry and dangerous like he became.

Cazador would have felt VERY called out by Freud 😂

Thank you for this lovely ask, it was wonderful to write out these thoughts that have been mostly just bouncing around in my skull as I write Cazador in PS! In chapter 16, we'll get a little peek into Cazador's thoughts and motivations too, so watch out for that!

Happy holidays everyone 🥰🥰

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Things that really ANNOYED THE FUCK OUTTA ME while watching OUTER BANKS SEASON 3:

First things first: Big John AKA big old crazy dude

Let's just say that besides being a shitty father figure he also is selfish as fuck. He only decides to appear in John B's life whenever he needs him to do something treasure related, like ok big John, you love your son so much *cough cough*

In other hand, he also is willing to do ANTHING to find el Dorado, and by ANYTHING I mean killing people, tell me that's not what a psychopath would do.

And all the fricking screen time dedicated to the relationship between John B and his father???? Like we get that they need to bond again but DO WE HAVE TO WATCH ALL THE PROCESS?

No thank you Netflix, do better next time

I saw a tik tok that went something like this: Who said Ward is a bad person? Big John? cause if we wanna talk about someone BAD let's talk about Big John...

And yeah, that tik tok literally summes up my opinion about this individual.

Me roasting Big John with this post:

2: Rafe and the girl named Sofia who came out of nowhere

Ok. Don't misunderstand me; the idea of introducing a new character who's gonna play the girlfriend or fuckbuddy of Rafe is super super interesting to me BUT

Can you elaborate more their relationship????? Give more CONTEXT????

They could even use her apparition and do a BOMB ASS side story like idk maybe her being more cruel than Rafe or her having some kind of business relationship with Singh and betraying him in the process... WHATEVER

But I'm just saying that that would have been more interesting than the parental issues between Big Dumbass John and John B

A video of me crying while scenes of John B and his dad appeared on my tv non stop:

LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO CUTE LOVE HIM

3: Sarah and Topper

Don't even get me started on this shit.

When I saw that Sarah went back to flirting with Topper I was like WHA- WHE- WHO

But I'm not gonna question her that much because they are supposed to be playing teenagers, and that's what teenagers and (also) some adults do:

STUPID SHIT

And Topper... I really don't know how to feel about him.

He's like a shark who's ready to attack if he sniffs some blood (Sarah and John B breaking up or having relationship turbulences), but I can't even blame him that much because I feel like he really loves Sarah besides everything, and he really demonstrated it this season by helping the pogues out.

What Topper was replaying in his head when Sarah promised him that she would stay:

4: Sarah's thoughts when she was left with no family, no money and nowhere to go (she was homeless for like a day and decided to cope with it by drinking beer from an abandoned beer tap, ok)

Um... When I say I was expecting her to say something philosophical and life changing and SHE DECIDED TO CONCLUDE HER SPEECH WITH: I really don't know if I'm a pogue or a kook...

SIDE EYE

Girl I KNOW you are 17 but GROW THE FUCK UP.

You've been betrayed by your OWN FATHER and SHOT and nearly KILLED by your BROTHER and that's what you're thinking about???

Jesus Christ have mercy on me

All the build up story around pogues and kooks is really interesting (even tho it's like another form of saying rich and poor people) but when characters say shit like that it really makes no sense.

You have no home, no family, you argued with your bf and he left, and your friends are not there at the moment and YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT THAT IRRELEVANT SHIT? Damn

Ok, I think I am done with most of the things I wanted to say. There are MORE for sure, but these are the most important ones.

I have to be honest with you, I still haven't watched the last episode bc I really got tired of their bullshit. I love the show and I really love the characters, but this season just wasn't it. I am gonna try and finish it today with hopes that they will end it in a decent way (I don't think so but whatever).

It's not a secret by the end of this post that I'm a spanish native speaker so, yeah, I tried my best to write down correctly the ideas that I had about the show, so PLEASE don't come at me.

I'm also writing a fanfiction about Rafe, but I'm doing it in spanish because I feel like if I wrote it in english I would fuck it up.

Maybe I will try and start uploading Rafe imagines or smth like that, bc they would be shorter and easier to write for me.

PLEASE if you have any thoughts or a comment that you wanna add after reading my rant, just do it, I'm for sure gonna be answering y'all because I love to talk about the show and the characters.

BYE P4L

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