#the whole trailer I was in complete awe

[genshinmaburp]

THE TRAILER???? HELLO HELLO HELLO

[tariah23]

Grateful for the flop 🍾

[summerlovingbaby]

free show

Eddie Munson was the only dealer in the shithole that most people callled Hawkins. Most people thought it was perfect. Y/N knew better than to call it perfect. It was a shit hole filled with perfect little families, hidden behind white picket fences and the girls wore mary jane shoes and ankle length skirts. And unless you fit into Hawkins idea of perfection than you were shit.

Y/N lived in a trailer halfway across town and mostly ate gas station food. She hated Mary Jane shoes, preferred drumsets and  to books, and even though she mircaosuly graduated with all A’s she refused to go to college. She also liked smoking weed and writing music, and though Hawkins had alot of dealers, most of them were awful. Awful old men who seemed less interested in selling her good quality bud and more interested in copping a feel, so that left Eddie Munson.

All things considered it was convinet, he lived a couple trailers down and usually had good deals if you were nice. All you had to do was leave a note on his trailer if he wasn’t home and he would drop by, though he was usually home unless it was a school day. He had been her main dealer for the better part of 4 months, so they were now on a first name basis, Eddie even accepted IOU’s on 3 occasions when she was short on cash.

Y/N got home from a grueling shift at the dinner wanting to wind down, the Carvers spent their whole breakfast loudly insulting her, and their son Jason was a particular piece of work. First they didn’t like her hair, it was dyed a raven black with strands of white in the front. Then her outfit was much to revealing. Her mini skirt and lace stockings and platform shoes with a t-shirt and apron, which was completely in dresscode. Then her makeup was just too much, even though she was only wearing eyeliner.

She wanted nothing more than to come home, smoke, then crash until her show, but her shift left her much too wired to do anything, so she left a note on Eddie’s trailer, hoping he would be back before she had to leave for her show. Took off her skirt and put on some spandex shorts she stole from the mall, stepped out of her platform shoes and slipped on black knee high socks. She changed out of her uniform shirt into a oversized black Metalicka shirt that stopped mid-thigh and grabbed her drumsticks, and twidlded with them until she heard Eddie call for her.

She threw the sticks on the ground and skipped to the door to see Eddie leaning on the door frame.

Eddie thought Y/N was pretty, not in the typically Hawkins pretty, pretty like a moonless sky, or pretty like a crumbled-up map. Hawkins pretty girls wore too much makeup and dressed too much like grown women for Eddie’s taste. Y/N only wore alot of eyeliner, and skirts that were short. And Eddie had a thing for lace. Thats probably why Eddie’s eys drifted directly to her legs, covered with a nearly sheer black lace.

“ How much do you want?” he asked.

Y/N opened the door wide, letting him walk in.

“ How much you got?” she asked, picking up the abandoned drumsticks that she left on the floor.

Eddie realized this was the first time that he been in her house, they always did deals at the door, but for some reason she let him in today, and all he could think about was if she was wearing anything but those lacy stockings underneath that oversized shirt.

“ That bad,” he asked. His eyes drifted to the drumset in the corner. “ You have roommates?”

She followed his eyeline, “ Those are mine if you’re asking?” she said. Most people didn’t believe her when she said she was musically inclined. Her parents didn’t have a penny to spare but made sure she took piano lessons. And a guitar looked kind of like a piano if you turned it sideways and once you learned guitar it didn’t take much to learn the drums.

“ I got 3 oz,” he said, pulling a ziplock bag out of his pocket, “ but if you really want to party I have Special K,” he said, tossing the bag on the bed.

“ How much?” she asked.

“ $40,” he replied.

“ You’re lucky I like you,” she said, bending over to her bottom drawer, where she pulled out a wad of crumpled cash, and unfolded it, making one attempt to count it, before dumping it out on the bedspread, and counting it, mumbling numbers under her breath, “ you are robbing me blind, Munson,” she said.

“ I could give you a deal,” he spoke.

She lifted one brow, “ Oh really,” she said, she had been offered this type of deal before. Old men who preferred blow jobs to cash, she didn’t think Eddie was  the type, but then again he was looking at her legs with wide eyes.

“ Play me something and I’ll give it to you half off,” he shrugged.

She nodded, and motioned to both instruments, “ Dealers choice,” she said.

He motioned to the drums, so she reached across her bed for some drumsticks, then walked to the set and sat down slowly on the little wooden stools. People had asked her to play before, and usually, it didn’t take alot to impress people. Bang around a few times, even use the petal, hell she could improvise a whole song, lie about it and most people would be impressed, but for some reason she really wanted to impress Eddie.

She played a simple but quick beat, Eddie nodded along, and before he knew it the she stopped playing with a final thud on the cymbals. Eddie snapped out of his daze, and tossed the bag on her bed, using his free hands to covertly cover his crotch, because now he had a growing obvious and embarrassing boner. All it took was the pretiesr girl in Hawkins to bang around on the drums for a little bit and he had a boner.

Eddie had his fair share of hookups, had too many bad dates to count, but now all he could think about was if Y/N would be another girl in a long string of bad dates or if she would be the diamond in the rough. If the prettiest girl in Hawkins would give him a chance.

“ Well you know what, I’ll give you the 4 oz for free for being such a loyal customer,” he said backing out of the room.

“ Eddie,” she said slowly standing. “ You’re being weird, why are you being weird?”

“ I’m not,” he said stumbling backwards over a plastic plant. “ I just-”

“ Have a boner,” she said, staring at his crotch. She assumed it was larger than averge, no man strut around like that if it wasn’t bigger than most men, but larger than average was an understatement. The bulge in his jeans made it clear that small was no metric that could be used to describe him.

He watched her stare, and realized that she was just as encapsulated with him as he was at her. He smiled at the thought of her getting all hot and bothered with the idea of him, she not so subtly crossed her legs.

“ You’re starring princess,” he smiled.

The nickname seemed to spark something in her because she walked past the drum set, sat on her bed and opened her legs. “ Why don’t you come over here and do something about it?” 

Eddie didn’t have to be  told twice, he pushed himself to a standing position, and crossed to her bed in one large step. He grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss. You would think, with all the time he spent thinking about her lips he would be more prepared for what they felt like, but he had no idea. He pulled away because the intensity of the kiss was all too consuming, but Y/N looked up at him and and batted her eyelashes, and he couldn’t help but do it agin.

He jammed his knee in between her legs and felt her grind down on friction. Her hands reached for his studded belt, but she missed by a few inches, and grabbed his erection through his pants. He groaned loudy, and she smiled, pulling away so she could see, and he couldn’t help but watch.

Her small delicate hands undid the harsh studded black belt and pulled it lose. Her dainty red fingertips pulling his button loose, and slowly pulling down his zipper. Before he knew it he was flat on his back, as Y/N had flipped him over, and was pulling his pants down by the loops, leaving him in his plaid boxers. He only had a moment to be embarrassed, before Y/N palmed him through the thin cotton. He groaned loudly, and rose to rest on his elbows and watch.

Y/N didn’t know if she could wait any longer, so she jerked his boxers off and stared at it with wide eyes. “ Jesus christ, Eddie,” she said.

He had a sinking gut feeling, “ What? We can stop?”

“ Eddie, it’s fucking huge. You walk around like this all day?” she said, she was honestly perplexed. She had seen her fair share of dicks, some smaller, others larger. But never this large, and she had never found herself intimidated at the sight of one.

“ Only for you honey,” he whispered, biting her lips.

She gleamed at the nickname and grabbed his dick, globbed a large spit on the tip and stroked it slowly. 

“ You’re gonna kill me princess,” he said, as she stroked faster, before taking the head in her mouth and sucking harshly.

It had been a long time since he got a blowjob so he unintentionally bucked into her mouth. “ Sorry, “ he whispered, “ Sorry, you feel good, damn.” he groaned.

She pulled off, “ it’s okay, just take a breath before you have a stroke,” she said, bending over again, and taking all of him in her mouth.

He groaned and unintentionally bucked as she sucked him down to the base, and fondled his balls with her hands, he lasted only 2 more minutes before he forced her away with a light handed tug on either sides of her face. 

“ Keep that up and I’ll finish before we get started princess,” he mumbled. He watched Y/N react to the nickname, so rose to his elbows again and cocked his head to the side, and smiled. “ You like when I call you princess?” he asked, “ you want to be my princess?” he asked as Y/N rose to straddle him, nodding rapidly.

She wanted to be his in every way, she wanted to be his biblically, in a way that is concerning to god. He grabbed her hips under her shirt, “ You want me to treat you like a princess?” he asked. “ You want me to treat you like a lady?” he asked. 

His hands squeezed her sides gently, and in one swift motion she was flat on her back. “ Some lady,” she whispered.

“ My lady,” he whispered.

She keened at the idea, his lady, his girl, Eddie Munsons girl.

[k-slla]

The Best Kind of Stress Relief

A/N: @cevansbaby-dove It's really a quick in-n-out (😅) and I remember you mentioning that you wouldn't mind being choked by Jensen so *cough cough* here you go! 🤗 Hope you'll like it! 😈🤍

All mistakes are mine!

Warnings: 18+ONLY, language, unprotected PinV, choking, using tie as gag, rough sex, creampie (I am so bad with the warnings- A whole lot of smut that's what this is, so MDNI)

WC: ~1.5k

My Masterlist

You were standing outside of Felicia’s trailer, talking to her after the shooting had wrapped for the day while you waited for Jensen. 

“I know it will get better, but lately it's just so hard for me to focus on working. I’ve tried meditating, relaxing baths, everything!” You shrugged defeatedly. “We even went camping last weekend.” You added, referring to yourself and Jensen. 

Amusing grin appeared on her face. “You clearly did something wrong there if even that wasn’t relaxing for you.” 

You laughed and shoved her playfully. “Stop! We really were just camping, you know?” 

She lifted her hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. What I am saying though, is that you should’ve spent that weekend doing something else. Like doing him for example.” 

You saw Jensen approaching you two with a serious face, killing the light mood you and Felicia had.

“Y/N, can we talk for a second?”

You started to worry. “Sure, babe.” 

You got confused when he started to pull you back towards the set. “What’s up? Where are we going? Aren’t they closing it down already?”

His eyes sparkled mischievously when he looked back at you over his shoulder and grinned widely. “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick.”

You followed him through the maze of different rooms, until you finally arrived at the set of Bunker’s library, and Jensen pushed you to sit down in one of the chairs at the table. You eyed his moves curiously and tried to figure out his plans when he walked to the shelf and pulled one of Dean’s ties, he had worn earlier that day, out from between the books. “What are you doing?”

He ignored your question, threw the tie onto the table and pulled you up from the chair. You were now completely pinned between him and the table. “Oh, babe, what-!” Jensen cupped your cheek and kissed you, deepening it gradually until you were completely breathless.

“Sweetheart, work has been hard lately for you, hasn't it?” he whispered and pulled away from your lips. You nodded without a word, trying to catch your breath. His gaze shifted hungrily between your eyes and lips, as he brushed his thumb softly over your bottom lip. 

“And you know that I can't let you take all that work stress home with you, right? It's just not healthy for you.” Jensen turned you around, so you were backed against his chest and you couldn't hold back a gasp at his sudden moves. He pushed aside your hair, revealing your neck and peppered kisses from under your ear along your shoulder.

“So what should I do about it? Fuck it out of you?” His voice was quiet and laced with desire, and you could already feel his erection pressing into your thighs. Deep moan escaped from the back of your throat, when he cupped one of your breasts. 

Suddenly it dawned on you, what he had just said. “Wait, what? Right now? What if someone walks in here?” Jensen started to play with the hem of your shirt, teasingly sliding his fingers up your skin underneath it. With one hand flat on your stomach, the other one turned your chin towards him before he kissed you cravingly. “It's definitely risky, but isn't that part of the fun?” 

His tongue slipped by your lips, claiming your mouth wholly. Only some desperate groans escaped you when he continued his attack on your mouth. 

Without breaking your kiss, his hand moved down to open the zipper of your pants. “But we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, just say stop, Y/N.” He added, knowing very well, that you won't say no when his fingers had already slipped into your underwear, where you were all wet and ready for him. You pulled away from his kiss and gasped too loudly. “No, Jensen! Don't you dare to..” he clasped one hand onto your mouth to shut you up. “Damnit, baby, you gotta keep your voice down a little bit or I’ll have to stop.” He growled into your ear and pulled away his hand to start pushing down your jeans and underwear. “You don't want me to do that, do you, sweetheart?” he asked when he moved up again and raised one of your freed legs onto the table to have better access to your pussy. 

“No, please, Jay, I want you to-” he gave you a quick kiss. “I know, just a second.” He left you there standing for a second to get himself out of his pants. He spat into his hand to lube up his cock, even though you were drenched already. He came to stand behind you again and you could feel his erection sliding between your folds, but instead of pushing inside you, he took the tie from the table and folded it up. “Open up.” He brought it up to your lips. “So you wouldn't scream too loudly.” He added with a grin. You took the tie between your teeth, biting down on it hard when Jensen suddenly pushed himself in. “Mmm..mmhh.” He didn't even give you a chance to get used to him, but started pounding hard into you. You tried to keep yourself steady on the ground, but with one leg it was quite a challenge, and the table under you was too wide to hold on from the edges so you jolted forward with each of his moves.

As he continued pistoning into you, holding you in place with one hand on your shoulder, the other one closed around your throat, squeezing and pulling a deep guttural moan out of you. “Mnhmmck!” Jensen took it as a cry, and stopped moving and quickly released his hand from your neck. “Too much?” He asked, pulling the gag from you. “No…please I want…it harder.” You breathed heavily. He shoved the tie back and buried himself back into you. “Fuck, Y/N, you are just perfect, but we have to be quick now. Don't want them to start looking for us, do we?”

You shook your head. “Mmkh...mm…mmhms.” No words came out through the gag you had, but Jensen understood you perfectly and so your windpipe was closed off again. Your eyes closed in ecstasy, and you reached overhead behind you to find his hair to lock your fingers into. 

The edges of your vision began to go white quickly from the air being cut off and Jensen's moves started to falter, letting you know he was near cumming. “Mm..fuck, Y/N, I'm almost close…but I want you to cum first, understand, baby?” He panted into your ear between his thrusts. “I want to feel you cumming all over my cock. I want you to remember this, when we're coming back to work tomorrow with Jared and Felicia and sit at this table. Just remember how I filled you up..”

You tried to moan, but even that wasn't possible with your throat closed off by his large hand, so you just tightened your grip in his hair, making Jensen groan as a result. He saw you were close to your climax and moved his hand from your neck to your mouth, knowing that with the first gasp of air you were going to fall off the edge.

You inhaled loudly through your nose and wanted to scream, but on top of the gag, his hand was also muffling all your cries, as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm. “Let it all out, baby..let it go..” he whispered into your ear, still moving fast in you, chasing after his own release.

Your whimpers started to die down as you were coming off your high. After a few last quick moves, Jensen pushed deep inside you, his cock throbbing hard as his cum covered your walls. “Fuck!” He leaned over you and searched for support from the table. Finally you pulled the tie out of your mouth. “Baby, that was so fucking perfect..” you whispered breathlessly. “But we gotta go now.” 

Both of you got quickly dressed and searched for your way out, without being caught. You tried to composure yourself, not to seem suspicious, but you knew your flushed cheeks and breathlessness was not easy to hide.

“Where were you two? We've been waiting for ages!” Jared started to complain as soon as he saw you two approaching the car. 

“You were not! Y/N and I just had to have a quick chat.” Jared threw a quick look at you as you and Jensen climbed into the backseat. “Yeah, right! And that couldn't wait until you get home, where you two live together? Alone? Not a single pair of eyes around?” Jared started teasing and Jensen wasn't having any of it.

“Shut up! Clif, let's just go.” 

Jared looked over his shoulder to the backseat. “I don't know, Y/N, it looks like you two need to have another talk at home.” To this remark even Jensen bursted out laughing. “Oh, we will, don't you worry about that.” He chuckled and winked at you.

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[afro-hispwriter]

The French Mistake was a mistake

Dean Winchester/Jensen Ackles x reader

Soulless Sam x reader(brief mention)

Summary- Dean is starting to believe you and him aren't meant to be in any universe

Warnings- 6x15(doesn’t follow it completely), mentions of suicide, mentions of being admitted to a facility, break ups, so much angst, mentions of anna, lisa, and ben, dean is a asshole lowkey(in the situation at least)

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Sam and Dean burst through the window and landed on a blue mat but before they could stand up someones yelled,

"CUT!" Bells rang, clapping, and whole bunch of talking started. The brothers looked around, Balthazar was gone and that's when the confusion started.

 "Great solid fall." Someone slapped Deans ass making him jump.

"Jared, Jensen outstanding. That was just great!" Said a old man in a chair and from behind a kid started speaking nonsense.

"Supernatural, scene one, "Echo." Take one, tail slate. Marker." And closed one of those movie boxes.

"So no angels?" Sam says.

"No angels, I think."

"Should we be killing anybody?"

"I don't think so."

"Running?"

"Where?"

Sam and Dean looked at the group of guys sitting around tv screens all talking. Then one yells "Moving on" and lights start turning on.

"Thats a wrap on Jared and Jensen." 

"Who the hell are-?"

It went by quick after that. Dean got dragged up to makeup stations and got the makeup he didn't think he had on him. Sam got dragged into an interview he had no idea how to answer.

They met up again, settling on being sent to another universe where they are actors who play Sam and Dean. They walked out of the building and the sight of Baby gave Dean a huge smile. But he watched a guy throw stuff over it and saw a whole bunch of Baby's. 

"Im gonna be sick." Dean says and starts to back away.

"We need Cas." Sam says and Dean tries to do some sort of "prayer"  but that was short lived when they spotted the man. 

That ended up being fake too. Cas' name in this universe was Misha. Misha? They kept walking around the lot until they saw the trailer that said "J. Ackles." 

"Thats fake me." Dean says and pointed at himself.

"Yeah." 

"This mist be fake mine." They walked in and Dean was instantly in awe. The fish tank and the freaking helicopter. Dean looked around the trailer and noticed a framed picture on a table. It was of fake him and a woman with brownish red hair. Maybe his sister? But the picture looked a little too intimate to be that.

It made him think of you. You left the team after the showdown with Lucifer. But he couldn't blame you. He hurt you, deeply. From Lisa, all the way too Anna. He really did like you but his connection too Anna was too great. And Lisa, Lisa and him are good. He loves her and he loves Ben. But every once in a while his mind would drift off to you, wondering what you were up too.

It was a dick move. Sam called him out on it, as did Bobby and Ellen. 

All this thought of you made him want to see if you were in the universe. Sam was typing away on fake his computer.

"Hey Sammy, I want to check something." Dean says and takes the laptop and plops on the couch. He starts typing in your name.

Y/n L/n Supernatural 

Pictures of you popped up, along with a description of your character. And again the bottom in the little box there were drop down choices with answers.

Why did Y/n Carter leave Supernatural?

Why did Dean and Y/n break up?

Do Y/n and Sam get together? 

That made Deans eyebrows furrow. Why would you and Sam ever get together? But he immediately groaned. When Sam was still soulless he apparently went to go see you, wherever you were. Because apparently Sam and Bobby were the only one to know where you went. He then proceeded to heavily dropped hints that he slept with you. It had taken everything for Dean not to beat up his soulless baby brother. 

Y/n Carter must be your name in this universe. Ironic how fake you and real you share the same first name. He clicked on the option that said why you left the show.

It was released that she left the show due to personal reasons but fans speculate it has something to do with her ex of 7 years Jensen Ackles(who plays Dean Winchester aka her love interest), leaving her and marrying a now former mutual friend, Daneel Harris now Daneel Harris-Ackles. 

"Holy shit" Dean mumbled, "Im a dick here too." 

"Whats wrong?"

"I looked up Y/n, wanted too know what she was up to. Apparently im an asshole here too." He passed the computer to Sam and he started reading. 

“At least you’re aware.” Sam mumbled and Dean shot him a look. “Huh seems like you guys broke up in this universe just after dad died in ours and she left the show around the time our Y/n left us." 

"You know where she is and wont tell me." Dean says with a slight glare.

"She doesn't want you too know, and for good reasons." Sam says.

"We need to find a way to get back to our universe." Dean says and looks over at the framed picture of fake him and the woman. It gave him a great unease. 

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After trying to drive fake Baby. Sam and Dean just settled on getting driven to 'Jared's place as they should say. Fake Sam had a huge house, a freaking mansion. Dean noticed a tanning bed and opened it. 

"What am I Dracula?" Sam asks and shakes his head. Dean walked over to the large curtains as he heard animals making noises.

"Dude you have a freaking camal in your backyard."

"It's an alpaca, dumbass." A familiar woman's voice made them whip around. A woman at the top of the stairs, wearing a short black dress. 

"Ruby?" Dean looks at the woman is shock and she scoffs. 

"Gen, who is it?" The next voice that popped up was so sweet but sounded tired. Another woman appeared behind fake Ruby, dean let his eyes trail over her figure before his breath hitched.

"Y/n." He breathed out and took a step forward. He watched you swallow harshly all the way from where he was. You looked so beautiful, beautiful in every universe it seems. 

"G-Gen." you shakily said and grabbed her hand. "You said he wasn't going to be here."

"I know honey, I told a certain someone not to let another certain someone into the house even though I thought I didn't have to worry about it." Fake Ruby said all of that while glaring at Sam which made him shrink back. 

"I can't be here." You let her go and start to rush down the stairs. 

"Y/n wait let me talk to Jared and I'll take you back to your hotel room."

"Y/n." Dean walked towards you as you made it to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey." It had been more than a year since he last saw you, at least the real you. 

"Hey? Thats all you had to say after you admitted me to a fucking psych ward!? Dean took a step back and you took a step forward. "Got me written off the rest of 5?" You shoved your finger into his chest "You didn't even bother to visit me!" You shoved him fully this time.

This must have been what the internet was talking about.

“I-I-.” Dean tried to think of something to say but he was blank.

“Oh now you don’t have anything to say. Nothing about this being good for me, that everything is going to go back to normal after I get it. News flash Jensen, nothing worked. Fuck! WHY DIDNT YOU JUST LET ME DIE?” You screamed and shoved him hard making him almost fall back. 

“Okay Y/n honey go wait in the car.” Gen grabbed you by your arms and guided you to the door. 

“Fuck you Jensen, I wish I never fucking met you.” Gen opened the door for you and the boys watched fake Ruby watch you go to the car. She took in a deep breath before whipping around to the two boys. 

“Seriously Jensen, nothing you couldn’t say anything too her? Do you know what this could do to her?” Dean bit his lip and wiped his eye with the back of his hand. “Crying, you’re crying? Jesus I don’t want to see you talking to her outside of work, you’ve ruined my friend for the rest of her life.” 

Dean looked down at his shoes in shame and it felt weird too. This wasn’t his life, so why was it affecting him this much?

“And you.” Fake Ruby looks at Sam. “We’ll talk later.” She walks up to him and wraps a hand around his neck and pulls him down to her lips. He didn’t kiss her back, the shock of the whole thing has Sam stumped. She pulled away and let out a disappointed sigh before walking about of the house. 

It was quite for a mom between them. 

“Sammy we need to go home now.” Dean says, it was so quite Sam almost didn’t catch it. He didn’t sound like Dean.

“Dean, you okay?” He watched his brother bring bath hands up and wipe his eyes before turning around.

“Im going too stop asking you about her from now on.” He says and Sam cocks his head.

“About Y/n? Dean what’s happening in this universe, is nothing compared to what was happening back home.” 

“No you don’t understand! This just proved that me and Y/n don’t work, in any universe.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. Fake me left her first another woman after 7 years Sammy. And I left her for a woman who ended up wanting to ruin us. And them I didn’t even try to go after her after you disappeared, like you told me too. Im fucked up Sam, its better this way for her.” 

“Dean don’t say that-.”

“Sammy please, let’s just find a way back.”

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A/n- if people want it, planning on making more about dean x reader, but the Jensen situation in this one… there is no coming back from that kinf of situation.  so no. But I have a big plan for Deans, I really hope people want more and want too know about it😁Feedback appreciated, I will love you forever

[babybluebex]

imagine being in a movie with dom, and you have to film a *special* scene… like the aftermath???? the chemistry???? dying 😩😩😩

oh ok. walk with me for a second here. (the good stuff's under the cut, so if you don't care ab my little schpiel about how these scenes are filmed, just go straight to under the cut)

so here's a Film Industry Tidbit: before love/sex/whatever-you-wanna-call-it-scenes, there's a rehearsal process that involves an intimacy coordinator, and like their WHOLE JOB is choreographing and rehearsing and blocking scenes like this, it's becoming more and more prevalent on film sets to ensure all parties in these sorts of scenes are being treated fairly and with consent and there's also certain garments that are required of actors to wear in filming these scenes, little like strapless thongs and pouches and shit, like NEVER on a film set will you just be expected to be completely naked and left to your own devices to simulate sex

anyway. off my soapbox. you and dom have to film one of those scenes, and you know this before you sign onto the movie, and you two meet at the table read and he's warm and friendly, you instantly feel like great friends

and you rehearse for the movie and everything, costume fittings and screen tests and things, and even though you're smiling and laughing with dom, The Scene is starting to weigh on your mind bc like, aw hell you're starting to actually like him a lot and you don't know if you can be normal about this scene

and it comes time to specifically rehearse The Scene, and the intimacy coordinator is very nice, understanding that you're both young actors who haven't filmed something like this before and don't know what to expect, and she starts with some "easy" icebreaker questions "what are your boundaries during sex?" and dom is a little red in the face but takes it serious "i guess i don't love when a girl pulls my hair... not my favorite" and then it comes time for you to answer and you're like crap and sigh "i, um, i've never had sex, so i don't really know..." and you feel dom's eyes on you but you can't dare to look at him

the scene is supposed to be very passionate and gentle and romantic, but you don't have a CLUE what that looks like, but dom sure seems like he does, because he's figuring out where to hold you and how to naturally do the scene, and you're doing what you can with what you know, touching his face and cupping the back of his neck, and dom throws out a suggestion "maybe you can, like, drag your nails down my back? would that look good on camera?" and you're Confused "why would i do that?" and he's not cocky, it's a very genuine answer, but his words still make you run hot all the same: "because it's gonna feel good"

you leave the rehearsal and dom's his usual self "wanna grab a drink? there's a little bar close to here i've heard about" and you have to be like "i, um, have— my-my call time is really early tomorrow, i gotta—"

"nah, i got you, don't sweat it, it's fine" he chuckles "maybe we can grab that drink friday night... i'll probably fuckin' need it"

"what's on friday?" and you immediately regret asking because you already know the answer, you remember the schedule

"we film the sex scene on friday" dom tells you and you're like right, right, but pretty quickly flee the scene and go home

and then friday rolls around. it's a closed set, as you requested, and your director was more than happy to work that out for you, and you're in the makeup trailer, kinda halfheartedly chatting with your makeup girl as she gets you ready, a very naturally pretty no-makeup look for what's supposed to be an early-morning-just-woke-up sorta sex scene, and you're about to divulge to her how nervous you are to film, and then the door opens and in he strolls wearing a robe, biting into a peach as he settles into his chair

and you don't really talk to each other, both obviously nervous as hell, and he finally mumbles "this fucking thing..." and shifts in his seat and you're like "you good?" and he goes pink and chuckles "yeah, they've got me strapped in here and it doesn't hurt but it's not comfy" and you're like ??? strapped in?? and he's uncharacteristically bashful "they've got me wearing a pouch... it covers everything... i feel so exposed and yet totally covered at the same time" "yeah, like when you're naked with only socks on, suddenly you feel way more naked than if you just weren't wearing socks" you tell him and he nods enthusiastically "exactly! nobody's gonna see my dick, but it feels like everyone's gonna be looking, and that's somehow worse than if my dick was actually out" and you laugh and like whew ice broken thank god

you get on set and take off the robe and quickly slip into the bed, and you hope he can't see your heartbeat through your chest as he does the same, and your mouth goes a little dry at his body, pale freckled skin, tattoo on his belly, bony hips and bandy chest (and that god-awful flesh-colored sack around his dick) but fuck his arms feel so strong as he hugs you into his body to start the scene, and you know that you won't survive if you have to do it multiple times so you resolve to nail every line and movement so that it's a one and done sorta thing

your director calls action, and you and dom "sleep" for a few moments before you start, shifting your legs under the sheets as you "wake up", and you hear him make a soft noise from behind you as he too wakes up, and his strong arm tightens around your waist, and when he speaks, his voice is low and scratchy, the sexiest morning voice you've ever heard "you awake, honey?"

"mhm" you hum, and your skin prickles as he starts to set kisses on your back and shoulder

"good" he says, and all of your rehearsal for the scene has prepared you for this, but doing it on camera, for real this time, is no match for being fully clothed and sorta miming through it, and when he moves you onto your back and smooths his rough hands up your thighs, it's suddenly so hard to breathe, especially when he hits his blocking and starts to kiss down your body and looks up at you with those dark eyes through his eyelashes, and you manage to get out your line "baby? will you make love to me?" and he laughs "anything you want, honey"

a camera shift for a different angle, an awkward few moments of waiting, and then the part you're SERIOUSLY nervous for comes, and your director calls action, and dom doesn't waste a second to kiss you like his life depends on it and to start moving his body between your thighs, acting his little heart out, and you're doing what you rehearsed, the wrinkled eyebrows and stuttered breathing, and pulling your nails down his shoulderblade, and then he deviates??? like motherfucker this is NOT part of the plan!!! when he whines a little "harder" and you're like "huh??" "nails, in my skin, harder... mark me up, make me yours, baby" and you instantly roll with the punches "you're already mine"

and you swear you see god as you film that scene, it's the most sensual thing you've ever experienced in your life, best sex ever and it wasn't even real sex, and you finish filming earlier than scheduled ("what can i say, i'm a pro" dom jokes) and you start to go to your trailer after getting out of costume because what the fuck just happened to you, and dom's like "hey! you promised me a drink tonight" "i promised no such thing" "well, indulge me?" and it's those SAME doe eyes from earlier and you sigh "one drink, dom, then i'm going home"

three rounds of shots and half a jack and coke later, and you're divulging to him what was going through your head during his little improvisation that day, "no, because you saying to do it harder? i was like 'what the fuck is he doing'??" and he laughs and rolls his eyes, but leans into you all the same "eh, whatever, that's how i like it" "you like getting hurt? that doesn't sound sexy at all" "not 'getting hurt' exactly" and he's tracing his pinkie on your knee as he thinks "but like... being marked, showing people that you're owned by someone... not in like a weird way, but... i don't know how to explain it..." and maybe it's the jack in your drink plus the three green tea shots you had, or maybe you're just sick and tired of being nervous, because you say "show me" and now it's HIS turn to be confused and go "huh?" "show me what you mean. you don't have to use words if you can't find them" and he breathlessly laughs "honey, please" and he's never called you that off camera before "you can't just say that to me" "well why not?" "we're both drunk" he starts and hits you with those eyes again "and if anyone on set knew that we came out to a bar, and then spotted us going into the same trailer together... people'll talk" "oh c'mon, i know you don't give a shit about if people talk" you said "what's the real problem?" and his pinkie goes under your skirt and sorta curls in the hem for a moment, and he bites his lip and slowly releases it "well... for one... i'd like for you to be able to walk normally tomorrow, because if i get you in my bed... honey, you got me so worked up earlier, it's a miracle i didn't get hard, and i don't think i could stop myself from doing some very bad things to you tonight" "oh?" and you're trying to be cool and calm but youre FREAKING OUT inside "like what?" "jesus christ" dom whispers "i also don't want your first time to be like this, a drunken mistake with a coworker, you deserve better than m-that" and you hear what he stopped himself from saying, you deserve better than me, and you put down your drink and cup his jaw and make him look up from your lap "it won't be a mistake" you tell him and he swallows hard and his eyes are locked on your lips, silently begging for you "dominic..." and that gets him to look you in the eyes "i think you should take me home"

and he gets you in his trailer, and the bed's not huge but it's good enough for the two of you, and suddenly his kisses and touches feel more natural than if you had rehearsed it a thousand times, the way he kisses your tits and travels down and helps undress you, down to your socks, and you start to go for them but he's like "no, no... keep em on" and once again you're confused by him but he's like "you said you feel more naked like this than if you're actually naked... i want you to be exposed for me, vulnerable... spread out... begging for it..." and he's steady kissing your inner thigh, waiting for your okay to go further and you think you just might burst into flames, and your legs open for him and he doesn't waste a second to put his mouth on you

the night lasts until it's nearly dawn, laying together, talking in hushed tones, fucking, unable to keep your hands off each other, and he looks like a god, his skin all golden and supple with sweat, messy hair, red puffy lips, and his gaze is so soft and gentle at you, holding you and playing with your fingers, and he says "do you regret this?" "no" and you get a little scared "do you?" "no" he tells you "i was just worried that... i don't know, i somehow failed you or something, being the one to..." "you didn't fail me, dommy," you tell him, and his cheeks twitch with a smile "i couldn't have asked for better" "i just feel like—" dom starts but you kiss him to shut him up, and his hands go to your face, holding you close as his tongue claims your mouth for the millionth time that night "dom" you break the kiss "did i cum?" "did you—" and he furrows his eyebrows "yeah. a few times. i mean, right? you did, right?" "i did" you tell him "you made me cum, a couple of times, on our first night together, and i don't know a lot about sex, but that seems indicative of a pretty good night together, right?" "i just feel like i could've done more to show you how i feel about you" dom mumbles, and you shake your head "i don't need all that" you say "big romantic gestures or whatever, that's not me... i'm telling you, this was perfect" "ok" dom whispers and you can tell he's not exactly satisfied, but whatever "as long as you let me make it up to you someday" "how would you do that?" you ask, and he leans in and kisses your neck, slowly moving between your thighs again "i'd get you a nice outfit" he whispers "something that really makes you look just gorgeous, something that makes every guy in the room look at you and wish you were theirs... take you to dinner, wherever you want... fly you to paris if you'd like..." "oh yeah?" and you wanna be playful and flirty, but god you're so turned on you can't think straight, and it takes very little maneuvering for him to slip inside you again, and he sorta trails off his thoughts as he fucks you, touching his forehead to yours, and you do what he asked of you and dig your nails into the skin of his back and make long claw marks down his back "dommy?" and he grunts in response as he works "i think i wanna be your girl" "god, please" he whispers "i wanna be your guy so fucking bad"

and when a PA comes to dom's trailer for his wake up call once the sun's up, you have to untangle yourself from him, and you bid him goodbye with a big kiss, and he says "don't think we're done here, okay? more's coming tonight. remember those bad things i said i wanna do to you? still want that" and he winks and god yeah you're a lucky gal <3

[headspace-hotel]

so, in regards to your recent posts on kane-tucky and usa food industry, do you / how do you keep active hope and not slip in into apathy and "looking out for my own" get out of dodge mentality? im having a hard time articulating this, but what makes you not curl up into a shaking mess in anger resentment and a deep desire for change that likely, if ever, wont happen in our lifetime.... any advice is appreciated

The short answer is "getting out and doing stuff in the real world, educating, volunteering, whatever is within your ability"

I will add that "looking out for your own" is not...bad. Like I don't know precisely what you mean by this phrase, but it's actually very important to come to terms with the fact that your impact is strongest where your feet touch the ground, and you have a responsibility and relationship to the people immediately around you, the place immediately around you.

This has not been a popular opinion of mine in the past, but...you can't and shouldn't care about literally everything on the planet. There is of course huge global disparity with access to resources and aid networks, and the largest communities we belong to are: all of Earth and the whole human species.

However: your level of agency is so low with issues that are happening on the other side of the world from you, compared with issues that are happening in your home town. And we're seeing people just get completely burned out from compassion fatigue without ever doing shit because the global responsibility is pushed on us and the local responsibility is not.

I hated my hometown for a decade. In high school I wanted so badly to leave. It's one of those desolate-feeling towns that's developed enough for a shopping center and big chain retailers but not enough to have a sense of community or a single bookstore. I've never been able to place myself precisely along the urban-rural spectrum because I feel isolated from even isolation: there's nowhere to go that doesn't feel razed by human development, where you can't hear the noise of traffic on roads, but it's all cattle pastures, sprawling storage facilities, auto parts stores, big, empty churches. One wrong turn will put you in a dark valley where there are rotting, derelict trailers on cinder blocks hidden back in the woods, and this place has that same feeling of "nowhere to go."

And I felt paralyzed by everything bad happening around the world and the fact that I was just one person, and I had gotten the horrible impression that the only thing I could do about anything was vote and donate money to links I saw online. The worst lie the internet taught me was that in saving the world, nothing matters except Power, Money, and an unclear third category that involves throwing bricks at cops.

But I touched grass. And the weeds taught me something. Do you see the parking lots, the harsh pavement and gravel and brick? I saw. I was surrounded by this landscape of brutal, totalitarian surfaces, impermeable concrete locking the soil away. But in the cracks in the surfaces, dandelions, purslane, and spurge were thriving.

I observed that the spurge stretched out like a shaggy rug and padded the concrete surfaces. The old leaves of the dandelions, as they withered, caught bits of dirt as it flowed into drainage ditches after rains. Soil was forming, and the sprawling structure of the early weeds seemed specially adapted for the task. In older cracks, more plants moved in; I found a wild ruellia blooming in a paved road, an evening primrose. And in some places, seedling trees.

Have you seen what happens when a sidewalk is left unmaintained for years? It disappears. The roots slowly buckle and break it into pieces, and it vanishes beneath lush leaves and moss. A tree growing in a crack in concrete will slowly pry the slab apart.

This is how my IRL rewilding project got started—just pulling plants from the pavement cracks, raising them in pots. I was surprised and awed at the resilience of the plants. I found little trees in concrete with at least two years' growth on them, that had survived being mowed down multiple times.

The weeds changed my viewpoint on the world forever. Up until that point, certain facts about power and politics and money had seemed like law, but I'd suddenly seen that there was a deeper magic.

The dandelions' survival made it possible for others to survive, which in turn made even more life flourish. They could not demolish and remove the concrete and pavement, but they could overcome it by refusing to be destroyed, because the power to take care of each other is in their nature.

People have made fun of me for telling others to go plant a tree. I think culturally we have this ingrained dismissal of things like that due to the twee, cutesy associations of "tree hugging" environmentalists, except in this instance it's because planting a tree is pointless in light of something something systemic issues, not because climate change isn't real, or...whatever reason people have for finding environmentalists cringe. (That is kinda sus now that I think about it.)

And I'm not saying planting a tree will fix climate change. I'm saying that something in my brain had broken and planting a tree unbroke it.

Go outside. Touch grass. Do the work in the immediate community you belong to, in the place you are in, where you have the best and most impact. We have the power to take care of each other, and that power grows stronger the more we are cared for.

The internet is a good place to share information, but that's fucking it. The real stuff, the stuff you can touch with your hands, the stuff that will heal despair, is out there in the real, touchable world. You need to see and feel what you are doing. Don't just give help—accept it. The power to take care of each other is in our nature, and by nature we can give more when we thrive as a result of others' care.

I hope this helps.

[alien-magnolia]

Lost: Part 2

Lost: pt 2

Fic description: After spending a night with Jake, the two of you get to know each other better over the course of a few months. One special night, he takes you out flying, and you and Jake become a mated pair. 

Tw: nsfw minors dni. shy + subby omaticaya fem! reader, (mentions of human!reader at first) dom! Jake sully, exhibitionism, breeding kink, choking, overstimulation, mating, size kink! Rough sex, etc. Don’t like, don’t read.

A/n: this is a long one. Around 4K words. Bit of romance/fluff combined with heavy sexual undertones. Heavy smut towards the end. I am going to make this into a series. If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog💙

You woke up to the shining sun through the trailer. Jake was still there, still asleep. It took you lots of effort to lift his arms off you, you were surprised he kept you in his arms the whole night. He wakes up with a moan. “Hey, you sleep okay?,” he asks, as he stands up to cup your face into his hand. He picks you up without warning (you did not mind), so you’re right in his arms. He places you on the counter top, so you are at eye level with him. You giggle, sheepishly. “Yes. Never better.” 

“Okay. See you tonight.” He cups your face again, Hines you a wink, and jumps out the window, sprinting away. How could he like you? You were complete opposites, he was just so strong, tall, so big. His size drove you insane most of the time. Maybe you could be his sweeter, smaller half. You went out with him that night, and for many nights, it was you and him, together. He showed you many sights of the Pandoran forest, he taught you a bit of hunting, and he taught you most Omaticayan customs.  After a few months, you began to fall for him, and you felt that this night might be more special than most.

One month later, the forest, around midnight:

One month later, the forest, around midnight:

You wait for him inside. Your human body was tucked away, fast asleep, you were here as an avatar now. You were only seven feet tall, compared to the common Na’vi, who reached a height of eight to ten feet tall. You put some flowers in your hair, and fumbled with the rings on your fingers. 

You hear a knock. Jake is standing there, he is wearing some beaded bands around his arm, a beaded necklace too, perfectly fitted around his veiny neck. His serious face lights up for just a bit when he sees you. He comes closer to you, you crane your neck up to look at him. 

“Hi,” he says, in a hushed tone. “Hi,” you reply to him. His eyes rake you up and down, he steps towards you. Even your Na’vi body felt so small under him. “Come here,” he motions to you. His big hands bring you into him, close to his warm body, as he gives you a long kiss, cupping your face. The man looked at you as if you were a goddess, he was in awe. After a few kisses, he takes your hand and leads you out the door. He had a few weapons with him too. “Just in case, pretty dangerous out here for you,” he teases with a cocky smile. You blush and give him a little slap on the wrist. Although he has taught you how to navigate the forest, he still would protect you, given any chance he would get.

His hand in yours, he leads you out into the forest, you scramble to keep up with his big steps, but he does slow down for your sake. There were some monkey-like creatures swinging over the two of you, but he shooed them off. He found it real cute when you’d cling closer to him, when you heard a loud noise or got scared by something. 

You stop for a second because you wanted to collect samples. “Not here. Come on, I got a better place in mind, but you gotta trust me, okay sweetheart?,” he asks you. You nod, smiling. You cling onto him as he helps you cross this big log, and you see the beautiful night sky over the cliff. 

He whistled, and suddenly, the great leonopteryx swoops down and lands right near him. Jake pats the creature on the head, chuckling at your  awe. “You are Toruk Makto,” you trail off.

“That’s right. What did ya expect?,” he smirks back at you cockily. 

You were shocked. Not only did you get the attention of a Na’vi warrior, but the most powerful, and it was Jake. Of course it was. With a body like his, you wouldn’t doubt it a second more. “Don’t be scared, he’s all mine. Come, fly with me. I want to show you something, baby,” he says, as he extends a hand to you. You hesitantly take it, and Jake connects his queue (the nerves at  the end of his braid) to the creature to make tsaheylu, the bond. He lifts you up to put you on the creature, and sits in front of you. He screams for the creature to take off. It awakens something primal within you. 

You have flown on an ikran before, but  certainly not the giant one. You weren’t much of a thrill seeker like he was, but you liked it all the same. You knew the ways of the Na’vi people, how the Omaticaya lived in their village. He has taught you, introduced you to his world. Ikran was a hunter’s animal, powerful, fierce, just like your Jake. 

You passed through the beautiful night sky, you saw the forest down below. You stay pressed to his back tightly as he expertly flies and lands the ikran on a cliff, he helps you down with a swift grab of your hips. “Stay,” he firmly tells the large creature. He was so dominant, even if it wasn’t sexual. You loved it. 

You sat down to talk with him. He told you about his past as a human too, as a marine. He told you how he came to be an avatar at first, and now a permanent Na’vi. He told you the story of the war, how he became Toruk Makto, the protector of the Omaticaya. You tell him about yourself too, your shy nature and why you worked by yourself, secluded in the woods. You tell him about your human past as well. 

You and him were complete opposites, but that drew the both of you to each other even more. You wanted him, he wanted you too. You stayed at the cliff for the rest of the night, until twilight — just before dawn. 

“So.  Are you mated?,” you ask shyly, hoping that he would say no. You hide your face again, blushing. You expect him to be mated already, there are plenty of Omaticaya women who would throw themselves at the Toruk Makto. He told you that he didn’t have a mate, but he was looking for one, and that apparently, he already found one. 

“You found one?,” you asked, with a heavy heart. A tiny part of you longed for him as your mate. “Yeah. Honey. Think it’s you,” he chuckles, and smirks a bit, tilting his head to the side. “Me?,” you ask, in shock. “Yeah, you. So fuckin’ cute you are. I want to show you this special place. C’mon.” 

He looked a bit worried that you’d refuse, but you simply smiled and took his hand again, loving the look of relief that brushed across his face. He lifted you onto the giant ikran, and the two of you set off again. He lands the bird in front of the Tree of Souls. 

Helping you get off again, he leads you closer to the shimmering, bioluminescent cords and plants. You were in awe… 

“Jake. I’ve always wanted to see this place. It’s so beautiful.” He chuckles, and agrees: “Look. You can hear the ancestors from this. All you have to do is put your queue onto the tree,” he explains, as he steps closer to you, pulling you down to sit on his lap. You do as he says, you connect with the tree, with Eywa. It is beautiful. 

“Be my mate, baby. Be mine. I’d love nothing more,” he whispers to you, you stare into his adorable yellow eyes. “Eywa will guide us,” he asserts, and you nod excitedly. 

You were ecstatic. He brings you in, closer, gently running his hands over your face. He takes his braid, you take yours, the two of you connect, you make tsaheylu. You felt his breath, his heart, his mind. He felt yours. 

It felt so good to feel all of him, you were lost in his big, warm, chest. He smiled at you again as you kissed, his hands starting to have an iron-tight grip on your waist. “Was holding back before, baby. Didn’t want to hurt you,” he tells you. You didn’t want him to hold back anymore. “It’s okay, Jake. I trust you,” you gently whisper to him. 

This time he pushes you up against him, rougher, your whole body just jolted from the way he was manhandling you. His kisses were addictive, you trail your hands down his toned abdomen. Both your tails were just twitching, he was groping at you with his full strength, it hurt. 

You feel him push the cloth on his lap to the side, and without warning, he starts pushing his length into you. You could finally see it better, it was thick, the same color as his skin, with a few stripes and a large vein running down the right side. His tip was dark blue, and so soft as he pushed into you. You wanted to taste him, to feel him. Even in your taller form, it was hard to take him. His throbbing cock put so much pressure onto you. His hands harshly pinch and grope at your hips, your breasts.

He pushes into you roughly, all in one go. You let out a desperate moan, clawing at his large back for more. He chuckles. “Gonna be all fucked out on my cock, baby.” You can only nod. He starts bouncing you on him, going deeper and rougher with each thrust. You feel his groans come from his chest, which was pressed against yours, as both of you just kept looking into each other's eyes. His cock just hits that sweet spot in you, you feel so full with him, you feel his soft balls press up against your throbbing mound. “C’mon baby. Take me deeper, c’mon. Do it for me,” he grunts at you. 

He uses the leverage on your hips to shove you down into the ground, now he towers over you, his cock now able to reach into you all the way. You feel one of his giant hands find it’s place on your throat.  He has that determined look on his face. “Stay still for me.” You nod. “Good girl,” he grunts, and starts thrusting into you, his large biceps keeping him on top of you. You’re just delirious, cock-drunk, hell bent on having him rearrange your insides. You feel a bulge in your stomach, he puts his hand there, it’s still as big as half your abdomen. Even as a Na’vi, your size couldn’t match his.

“Feel that, sweetie. Feel my cock inside you, going all the way in. Gonna pump you so full of my cum, it’ll be spilling out of you the next day,” he growls, and you can only moan back in response, your glazed over eyes still on his. 

You never, in your entire life, thought that you’d be here, under this beautiful tree, getting a fifteen inch alien cock rammed into you. Again, and again…

“You close, baby? You are, can feel that tight cunt just fuckin’ milkin me. Go on, girl. Cum for me,” he grunts, as his thrusts get sloppier. His brow is furrowed, it is dark, but you see the spots on his skin glow, his face stern, focused on pleasing his mate, claiming you as his. “J-Jake,…” you stutter timidly. 

You felt so much, you felt everything. That white hot shock of pleasure was running through your veins, you felt high, you felt your heartbeat sync with his, so very fast. You felt his pleasure, you felt his emotions, you felt him inside you. His warm seed spills into you. He starts to slowly pull out. You grab his arm. 

“Want you to stay in, Jake. Please,” you beg him. He chuckles, and lays down on you, pressing your body to the ground with his enormous weight. “I’ll stay, baby. Gotta make sure it takes, yeah?” You agree, your heart sings. “You’re mine now,” he whispers, as he nips kisses over your face. You feel his sharp fangs, making you let out a breathy moan. He was your predator, you were his prey. But you were both united now, as one.  “I see you,” he whispers to you, with a small smile. “I see you, too.”

He flips you over on your side, you lay your head down on his heaving chest. You feel his muscles wrap around you, holding you tightly, secure. “You’re with me now, baby,” he hums. “Always and forever,” you whisper back. 

Your braids stay connected, and the two of you dreamt together, now, as mates, under the Tree of Souls.

Avatar tag list: @23victoria @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @jake-sullys-whore @aerangi @brioffthegrid

[luveline]

I kinda wanna see readers and Eddie's first fight or like a little tiff  maybe something has been stressing them out and they're just giving eachother the silent treatment but in the end roan brings them together and almost forces them to make up.

roan saves the day ♡ fem!reader

It's a stupid fight, but aren't they all? Eddie wants to see you on Friday and you have to work different hours, and he's upset because he feels like he never sees you anymore, and really he's insecure that you're pulling away, but he's not about to tell you that.

Without context, he seems disproportionately angry, and you've responded with a scorned injustice. So now it's Wednesday and you're here in his trailer but not talking to him, the two of you a foot apart on the couch (which is crazy, because Eddie loves to sit as close to you as he possibly can, and when he doesn't it never takes you long to drape yourself over his legs and ask something silly, like, "How come you don't love me anymore, Munson?")

But he does love you. It's why he misses you so badly when you're not around.

Roan has detected the imbalance in the atmosphere because how could she not? She's used to the two of you by now, how much you love each other and how much you love her. Affection is second nature in her home, and she is more than perplexed to see it missing.

"Dad, are you okay?" she asks.

Eddie kind of feels like crying, but he's fine. "Yeah, bub, I'm alright. What are you upto?" he asks, nodding toward her hands.

She brandishes her newest completed drawing. It's the three of you on the back of a unicorn. Any other time, you'd both fawn over her in unison. She feels the absence of cheek kisses most ardently, and frowns when the only thing you do is turn to look and say, "Aw, Roanie, that's a good one. I love it."

Eddie appreciates it anyhow. He loves that no matter what, you're always gonna be kind with Roan. It really makes him want to reach across the couch and pull you in toward him, but he's worried he'd maybe been a dick, and that if he tries you aren't going to let him.

Roan huffs at your praise and takes on the task of climbing up the couch cushions so she can sit between you both.

She takes her dad's hand first, pulling it toward her lap. Eddie watches her with zero suspicion. He likes holding her hand.

Yours next. Roan slips her small fingers under yours and pinches you with her thumb until she's maneuvered your hand beside Eddie's. The next part is a puzzle, but Roan's a smart girl. She turns your hand so you're palm-up and drops Eddie's on top, curling his fingers around yours with a quiet mumble of exasperation.

You crack first, to Eddie's relief. You wrap your warm fingers around his hand and it's awkward, but you work your thumb between his pinky and marriage finger and kind of cling to it.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, embarrassed.

You nod. "It's okay."

He shuffles closer to Roan's side, a platful smile taking form. "No, I'm really sorry. I'm an idiot."

"Yeah, well..." You shuffle closer too. "Me too. I'm sorry. If I could, I'd be here on Friday. Promise."

He squeezes your hand. "I know."

You lean in first for a kiss over Roan's head, a delicate, chaste thing made up of a whole lot of love.

"Sorry," you whisper.

And while it's nice to be apologised to after a fight, Eddie thinks one was enough.

He gives your hand another squeeze, thumb pressed to the back firmly. "Doesn't matter," he says, sneaking in another kiss, "just miss you."

"I miss you too."

It's not really fixed yet, but you've communicated. You're on equal footing to walk toward the solution. Eddie smiles at you and it's practically telekinetic as the two of you duck down and press smacking kisses to Roan's lovely little cheeks.

"Guys," she giggles, leaning back into the couch to escape.

As if that could dissuade you. Eddie chases her and kiss kiss kisses all over the left side of her face. You take right. By the time you're done she's more affection that girl, and she looks blissfully happy.

"Thanks, Ro," Eddie says.

Roan grins. "Y'welcome."

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more eddie and roan

[raysteatime]

I'd like to share my theories for the last two episodes for season two of Helluva Boss.

I think Mastermind will be about Andreaphus' plan.

It sounds awful but i truly believe the succubus at the party actually kidnaps Stolas and takes him to Andreaphus' castle. He keeps him there so he cannot show up to the divorce hearing, as i think this courtroom will be where they announce the divorce.

Stolas doesnt show up which is bad for his image, seeing as he cannot defend himself. The sins decide to take a vote which unanimously is in favour of stripping Stolas of his powers and giving it to octavia, who can be exploited by Andreaphus, who wants the grimoire.

Sinsmas i think will be a complete battle between the sins and the Ars goetia, who are for or against whatever was decided in the courtroom.

Vissagio who can see the past and future might warn Blitz somehow that Stolas is being kept hostage. He uses the crystal to get into the palace where he sees the succubus guarding Stolas with the sword we see Blitz holding in the trailer. Blitz will feel guilty for letting Stolas go with him and he will have to kill him and take the sword.

The battle accumilates outside where they are targeted by Satan and Andreaphus, however defended by Ozzie and Vassagio. Stolas has no powers now so he is helpless and being shielded by Blitz, who has a sword which he doesn't know what it does (maybe its powerful against royalty?)

I feel like after the battle or somewhere in between it, Stolas tries to take Octavia home but as she's said before it doesnt feel like home anymore and she blames Stolas for ruining it. she stays with Stella and Andreaphus for now, not knowing the truth about them both.

Stolas is heartbroken and weak, Blitz takes him to his own house as now his home isn't safe anymore. whatever happens with Blitz' business will now determine what happens with Stolas, because i think Blitz is going to keep his word and hire Stolas, maybe in season 3?

Then Blitz has a whole other problem with being in close proximity to the one he loves but being careful around him and not rushing anything as he feels like a failure to Octavia.

And here is where Stolas will get his epiphany as to why Blitz felt used by him. when he realizes the difference in class as he has to learn to live as a commoner he will see the mis communications he caused Blitz.

(I'm dyslexic so sorry if I've butchered some of these names)

[goodomens-hints]

Episode 1 plot summary (+complete list of scenes) and more details about later episodes

SPOILER WARNING SPOILER GOOD OMEN SPOILERS BELOW i'll leave my inbox open in case anyone has specific questions about season 2 eps

Scene 1: star creation scene Crowley needs help building constellations so he calls out at a shooting star-shape that turns out to be Aziraphale, who materializes in front of him. He asks Aziraphale to hold up an open scroll with schematics for the galaxies. When Aziraphale does so, Crowley pokes the center of the scroll with his hand crank device and twists it, so that nebulae shoot out. Yes there is a scene where Crowley says "look at that, gorgeous" and Aziraphale gets flustered. They watch in awe until Aziraphale tells Crowley "you do know after 6,000 years it'll be gone right? I read about it in the Great Plan". Crowley gets upset and protests, questioning the almighty, how there should be a suggestion box where they can put suggestions, and Aziraphale advises him not to say such things. Crowley says it's not like asking questions gets you into trouble. They watch the galaxies bloom and Crowley veils Aziraphale with his wing as shooting stars fall toward them, similar to the Garden of Eden scene but in reverse. Scene 2 aziraphale goes to record shop Aziraphale gets a note in the bookshop that says there's a matter of great "ugrency" (misspelled). He visits Maggie in the record shop and she's crying because she can't pay rent, so she's prepared to move. Aziraphale says if she gives him the records he requested, that'll be equivalent to the rent she owes. Maggie asks how he can forgive her and he says "I'm all about forgiveness, actually" and leaves.

Scene 3: crowley talks to shax this is the one posted on youtube, though it's a lengthened scene that includes the beginning where a spy tries to talk to crowley on the bench and he redirects him to the guy feeding ducks. those are the guys crowley is yelling at later. there is also a part where shax implies that crowley owes her specific information? it's very vague but it's probably why she's giving him updates on hell. yup, crowley does say he hasn't seen aziraphale in a while but it's clearly a lie lol Scene 4: michael mentions book of life

in heaven, michael is arguing with someone on the phone about the book of life, i thought at first it was beelzebub on the other end but it's probably uriel

Scene 5: gabriel appears on earth maggie visits nina who remembers her coffee order (skinny latte). then they're distracted by the commotion outside wherein gabriel shows up naked carrying a box. aziraphale is listening to the records but gabriel knocks on the door of his bookshop. there's a huge crowd outside and the moment aziraphale opens the door, gabriel says "I know you! :D" and hugs him in front of everyone while still naked LOL. aziraphale gets really embarrassed and brings gabriel inside. the rest of the scene is the one on youtube where gabriel explains he doesn't remember who he is. Scene 6: muriel finds matchbox short scene where muriel finds the matchbox with Job's passage on the floor of Heaven. you can see a bit of this in the trailer

Scene 7: crowley throws mail and meets shax again Crowley is in a random street throwing the mail shax gave him into a garbage can. Suddenly shax calls and crowley picks up, snapping at her that she shouldn't call and appear suddenly at the same time. shax appears behind him and says "why not?" this is the pic where both shax and crowley are on the phone -- theyre actually talking to each other lmao. shax tells crowley there are rumors of gabriel being missing and crowley is happy. she leaves. Scene 8:

aziraphale is talking to gabriel and we get the whole trailer scene ("you know that feeling where...") but in the real ep aziraphale's reaction is SO ANIMATED, with him standing up and saying "No! definitely not! I have no idea!" LMAO it's so funny, he's so in denial. We hear FLIES when it cuts to gabriel btw so maybe beelzebub is spying? HOW SUSPICIOUS. At one point Gabriel says "I love you" out of nowhere to Aziraphale and Aziraphale says "I..." and Gabriel smiles, looking like he's expecting an i love you back but Aziraphale just says "hmm". People were laughing so hard at this.

Aziraphale calls crowley and asks to meet at the coffee shop. Crowley informs him that gabriel is missing.

Scene 9: short scene where michael and uriel argue because michael said now with gabriel gone, someone has to be in charge...

Scene 10: Maggie brings Nina a record but Nina doesn't have a record player. Nina reveals she has a partner (Lindsay) and Maggie gets disappointed and leaves. She bumps into Crowley and Aziraphale on the way out and tells Aziraphale "you're an angel" lmao.

Scene 11: Crowley is PISSED PISSED PISSED the whole time, in fact the whole ep he looks like he's about to explode. We get the coffee shop scene HOWEVER right before that Crowley asks Aziraphale "what's wrong?" and Aziraphale says "why do you think something's wrong?" all nervously and Crowley says "you only ever call for 3 reasons: one, you're bored, two, you accomplished something and want to brag about it, and three, something's wrong. And you're using your 'something's wrong' voice." YUP THIS IS THE NEW 'i know what you smell like!'. we then get the naked man convo and crowley realizes immediately that aziraphale is stressed and says "is it something i can help with?" and aziraphale nods and THEY IMMEDIATELY GET UP and go to the bookshop with a plate of eccle cakes lmao. once crowley sees gabriel he and aziraphale start fighting. crowley gets mad at aziraphale and tells him he didn't command gabriel to answer properly. He yells at gabriel "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE BOOKSHOP?!" and uses his hypnotism but gabriel just says "I'm dusting" and does the passive-aggressive feather duster motion. we get the "carved out for ourselves" convo .aziraphale says "fine, i would love for you to help, but if you won't, then feel free to leave". crowley says "i'm not helping" and storms off. he goes out into the street and says to himself "dont do anything rash... wait 10 seconds before doing anything..." but he's already emmitting smoke. We get a funny convo between nina and maggie who are watching crowley from the coffee shop. Nina's all "the man who drank six expressos! He's smoking!" and maggie says "well of course, he needs to calms down!" and nina says "no i mean actually smoking!" Crowley does the lightning thing (maggie thinks he was actually struck by lightning) and it ends up locking Maggie and Nina in the shop and killing their phones. Scene 12:

seroquel and muriel show michael and uriel the matchbox. It has "The Resurrectionist" on it. They are baffled that something material has made its way into heaven. We get the "Gabriel, I think he's gone to earth" line.

Scene 13:

Crowley's in his car and flies start buzzing. beelzebub appears in his car and teleports them both to hell using flies. This is the pic in the poster where beelz and crowley are sitting on chairs side by side. crowley is disgusted and spits some flies out lmao. beelzebub says he can come back and work for hell (and even get a promotion) if he finds gabriel, and that according to heaven, anyone involved in hiding gabriel will be erased from the book of life. crowley is teleported back to his car and begins panicking. Scene 14: nina and maggie bond while locked in the coffee shop. maggie doesn't drink wine and didn't party, nina opens up some wine and drinks it out of a teacup. she says her girlfriend makes her text if she's late by 10 minutes and that she must be freaking out right now. they see someone walking outside and try to ask her to help free them but she doesn't notice them.

Scene 15:

Crowley is mad in his car, speeding, doing the usual etc. Good Old-fashioned lover boy is playing!!!! Scene 16: Crowley arrives and Nina and Maggie catch his attention. They signal for help and he just goes "oh" and snaps his fingers, unlocking the coffee shop and bringing back the electricity. He walks off lmao. Nina and Maggie are weirded out, Nina groans because her phone is bombarded with texts from Lindsay asking where she is. Crowley enters and we get the "I'm back" scene. Aziraphale says he has to do the apology dance and Crowley is all "no way" at first but Aziraphale says "I had to do it in 1861, 1942..." and Crowley says fine and dances.

IT'S REALLY HILARIOUS. HE ENDS IT WITH A BALLERINA BOW LIKE THIS LMAO

So we get the "we need to hide him" convo and they decide to each use half a miracle so that their miracles wont be detected by heaven/hell. crowley will hide gabriel from heaven and aziraphale will hide gabriel from hell. they do the hand-holding thing (like in the pic). theyre not sure if it worked but crowley tests it by standing on a chair and poking at the space above gabriel LOL and there's a hint of a shield so he says it worked, and that he's sure heaven or hell didn't detect a thing. Gabriel is all "now i have two friends :D" and crowley says "We are not friends >:(" Scene 17: an alarm is blaring in heaven because CLEARLY they noticed the half miracle ahahahaha. michael, uriel and seraquel go to the globe and see purple smoke streaming out of the UK. they 'zoom in' and realize it's coming from aziraphale's bookshop.... (interesting that michael refers to aziraphale as a 'former angel' here)

End episode Soon I will summarize ep 2! Some hints for future eps too: -There's a big rain scene -There's an epic scene in the bookshop that took several weeks to film! (youve seen some hints in the trailer) -There are at least 3 jokes about aziraphale and crowley having sex that are scattered throughout the season LOL one of them is nina noticing crowley grumpy and saying "you look like mr. fell didn't let you top last night" and crowley's reaction is amazing. I'll say no more (for now)

[bruisedboys]

shy!reader being embarrassed to ask eddie if he wants to make-out😭and he’s just completely in awe when she whispers under her breath what she wants… because OF COURSE he does how could he not kiss the sweetest girl in the world

this is such a cute idea pls I love him. not proofread!! & def too long to be a blurb lol

shy!fem!reader 1.3k words

Eddie always kisses you when he picks you up from work. Always. He waits for you to get in, grins at you like you’re the best thing in his life, says something along the lines of “hi, pretty girl,” and then leans across his seat to give you a sweet kiss, seatbelt pulled taut across his chest.

So you should be used to it. Used to his smiling mouth on yours and his hand on your shoulder or cupping your jaw. You aren’t.

As expected, you slide in the passenger seat and Eddie’s beaming.

“Hey, pretty,” he says.

You smile back, much more shy than him but no less fond. “Hi, Eddie.”

Eddie’s smile grows somehow wider and, as always, leans across to kiss you. One hand cups your face while the other spreads over your thigh. His hand placement results in you being a flustered mess before he’s even kissed you. It gets worse when he does kiss you, when it feels longer than usual, more firm. Something about the whole thing sets your skin on fire and has your stomach rolling.

Eddie seems no less affected than usual. He pulls back with his charming smile and starts the van. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to stare too hard at his hands, their weight having left what feels like scorch marks on your skin, or his mouth, all kiss-bitten. You want him to kiss you again so badly it makes your heart race.

“Y/N? Did you hear what I said?”

You blink. Eddie’s talking to you, you realise. “Sorry, what?”

Eddie chuckles softly. “I asked how your day was,” He says patiently, thankfully forgoing any teasing related to your daydreaming.

“Oh.” You smile and try to look more casual than you feel. Your mind is still spinning from the kiss, mouth tingling with want for more. “It was okay.”

“Yeah?” Eddie drums his fingers on the steering wheel. The wind gushing throw the window makes his wild curls dance. “Any grumpy old ladies to deal with?”

You giggle. Yesterday, you’d told Eddie all about an elderly woman who’d got angry at you for the library not having the book she wanted. As if it was your fault.

“No,” you say, huffing amusedly. “What about you?”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “No grumpy old ladies, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You snort. “That’s not what I meant!” You say, though you’re sure he knows.

Eddie laughs loud and it’s music to your ears. He’s got such a nice laugh. It only makes the flame in your chest grow.

“Sorry, babe,” he says. He reaches over and pats your thigh, his eyes on the road. “My day was good, thanks.” He sneaks a glance at you and you know what’s coming before he says it, “Better now you’re here.”

You huff like he’s insufferable. He isn’t, of course, but you like to pretend he is. The rest of the short ride to Eddie’s trailer is spent with Eddie drumming along to the radio, and you trying not to show how badly you want to kiss him.

It doesn’t get any easier when you arrive at the trailer. You sit on Eddie’s bed while he picks away at his guitar, his back against the edge of the bed. He’s shed his jacket and tossed it over the bed post. Underneath he’s wearing a sleeveless band tee that makes his arms look so good you think you might scream.

“What does that look mean?” Eddie asks casually.

You start and realise he can see you watching him in the mirror across from his bed. You meet his reflection’s eyes and your cheeks go warm. Well, warm-er.

“What look?”

“You look like you’re bursting to say something,” Eddie says. He sets down his guitar gently and gets up on his knees, twisting so he can face you. “What’s up, honey?”

“Nothing,” you say. I just want to kiss you til you can’t breathe.

Eddie squints at you like he doesn’t believe you. Before you can fix your features to look like you’re not lying he’s climbing onto the bed and plonking down in front of you.

“You’re a bad liar,” he says, a cheeky smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Tell me what’s wrong, hm? Are you hungry? Tired? Do you want a hug?”

You think it’s sweet how worried he is about you. You’d be endeared but it if you weren’t so embarrassed about what you actually want. A hug does sound nice, though. Maybe it will put out the flame that’s burning in your chest.

“A hug would be nice,” you say, and hold your arms out. You’re past being too shy for hugs. You’re yet to conquer being too shy for kisses.

Eddie falls into your arms heavily, his chin hooking over your shoulder while his arms go around your middle. It’s a nice kind of heavy, though. His scent washes over you. Something woody, something metallic. His cologne, a little musky and a lot attractive.

You’re disappointed to realise the hug does nothing to get rid of your problem. In fact, it makes it worse. Having him this close makes you dizzy. Having him this close also makes you think about how he’s near enough to kiss, to take his face in your hands and press your mouth to his until he’s as dizzy as you feel.

You think your thoughts are showing on your face because when Eddie pulls away, he takes one look at you and frowns.

“I don’t think that worked,” he says, half joking but half serious, too. “That wasn’t what was wrong, was it, baby?”

Baby. You don’t have it in you to lie to him again. You shake your head silently.

Eddie grins. “I knew it!” He declares. He bridges the gap between you again to take your face in his hands. You’re already hot as a furnace and you’re sure your skin burns like wildfire under his touch. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t acknowledge it, only stares at you so intensely you think you might melt. “Tell me what’s wrong, angel.”

You swallow. He’s very convincing when he wants to be.

“Um,” you say. “It’s embarrassing.”

Eddie’s eyes lose their fire and go soft. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he says, earnest and soft at the same time. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You know he won’t laugh. In fact, he’ll probably indulge you on the spot. Still, you’re embarrassed.

“I, um. Do you …?” You stop halfway, unsure how to say it, unsure how to ask. Unsure if you should ask.

Eddie’s hands slide to your shoulders and squeeze. “Do I what, angel?”

You stare at his chest when you say it, your voice barely a whisper. “Do you … want to make out?”

You cringe as soon as you say it. Pull away from Eddie and hide your hands in your face, your heartbeat like a drum in your ears.

Eddie protests. “Hey, where are you going?” He asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Come back out, sweet girl, please.”

You do not come back out. You hide and wish the floor would swallow you up. Your heart jumps to your throat when Eddie’s hands find your thighs and pull, pull until you’re half in his lap and he can get his fingers around your wrists.

“Come out,” he begs, tugging at your wrists with much less force than he’s capable of. “Please, angel.”

You let him pry your hands from your face but refuse to look him in the eye, staring at a point over his shoulder instead. Eddie huffs and gets his hand on your jaw to tilt your head until you’re forced to look at him properly. You grumble something incoherent.

“Y/N,” Eddie says. He’s grinning like mad. “Of course I want to make out with you. Are you kidding?”

You gawp. You’d expected teasing, at the very least. “You do?”

Eddie chuckles like he can’t believe you. “Is that hard to believe?” He asks, amused. “Of course I do.”

“Oh.”

Eddie grins. The fire in your chest rises to your throat.

“Yeah. Oh,” he says, and leans in to kiss you.

Your heart pounds. And it doesn’t stop pounding for the next half hour.

-

[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 2

A/N: Second installment of the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series! We pick up in 1961 during the filming of Blue Hawaii. I really hope you all stay on board for this one. I have the next 4ish chapters planned out and there's some fun stuff coming...

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

As always, thank you for your help and encouragement, bestie @ccab!

Warnings: Still pretty tame, kissing, cussing, alcohol use, references to sex/oral sex, fist fighting

Word count: ~2k

"Hello again..."

******

"Hi..."

"Oh, you two know each other?"

"Yeah we met in..."

"Germany." She finishes the sentence for him because he doesn't seem to be capable of it. He's still in awe of her. She hasn't changed much since the last time he saw her and he's still spellbound.

"Good. That should make this easy then." The director turns away from the conversation and leaves them to get reacquainted.

"I-I I didn't know you were an actress?" He tries not to visibly cringe when his nerves make him stutter. She gives him a half smile.

"Yeah, I'm just starting out really. This is my first movie role."

"And you're the lead?"

"You're the lead. I'm just your girlfriend." I wish. He thinks, but doesn't say it out loud.

"Well, still, good for you."

"Thanks... so listen."

"Hmm?" He shifts a little as someone walks behind him and forces him closer to her. She looks up at him and he notices how her eyes are the same color as the ocean when it's deep.

"Let's not make this awkward, okay?"

"Oh, of course not." He nods reassuringly.

"We can be... friends." His heart sinks a little. Friends. That's all she wants.

"Sure. Friends sounds good." It doesn't sound good at all, but he'll settle for friends if that's what it takes to be around her.

"Elvis! Come meet some of the other cast members." The director calls from across the room. Elvis nods at Vivian.

"I'll see you around. I gotta..."

"Yeah. Go, Mr. Movie Star." She pats his shoulder lightly and a shiver runs all the way down his spine. He hopes he'll be able to keep it together around her for the whole movie.

******

"CUT. VIVIAN! THAT'S STILL WRONG." The director is yelling from his place behind the cameras. Elvis stands and watches as she struggles to do what she needs to do. He can tell that she's getting more and more frustrated as the takes go on and on. For some reason, she can't seem to wrap her head around the necessary lines. Elvis is dying to try to help her, but it's not the time or the place. She looks at her feet and shakes her hands and he knows she's trying not to cry. Every time the director yells at her, she gets more flustered.

"OKAY. AGAIN."

They try the scene again and Elvis holds his breath, begging God to help her get it right.

But she doesn't. She misses it again.

"CUT. Alright. That's enough for today." They've been trying to get the scene all day long and the director is done. Elvis hangs his head as the director stomps over to Vivian. He can't really hear what he's saying, but when she starts crying and begging, he takes a couple steps closer.

"Please, please let me try again tomorrow. Please don't do this to me. Please."

"I'm not wasting another day of filming. We're replacing you. We have another actress ready to go. You're fired."

"No! Please!"

"Okay. You're not completely fired. You can have a non-speaking part." The director turns and walks away from her. Vivian looks around at everyone watching and takes off running away from the set.

"Viv! Wait!" Elvis calls out to her and tries to follow her. He loses her somewhere in the trailers though and isn't exactly sure where she's gone. When he finds her trailer, he knocks on the door, but he doesn't hear any noise inside. He waits for a few minutes and then turns to walk away. Thats when he hears something hit the door and break. He knocks on the door louder this time.

"Viv, let me in!"

"Go away!" He decides to try the door. It's unlocked, so he opens it and slips inside.

CRASH

He ducks quickly as something hits the wall above his head and breaks.

"Viv! What the hell?!"

"I need another glass." He looks at her sitting on the couch with a bottle of vodka clutched to her. "Or maybe I don't."

She takes a pull straight from the bottle and grimaces.

"Vivian." He walks over and sits down next to her. She offers him the bottle and he declines.

"I got fired."

"I know. Are you okay?" She looks at him and laughs.

"I feel like you're always asking me that. I'll answer the same way I did last time. Do I look okay?" She takes another swig from the vodka bottle.

"No. You don't." He grabs the bottle when she gets it back to her lap and sets it on the coffee table.

"Hey..." She goes to reach for it and he pulls her to him, holding her with her head on his shoulder.

"No, that's enough." Even he's surprised by his command of the situation, but he knows more alcohol is the last thing she needs. He's not sure how much was in the bottle to start, but there's only about a third of it left. Her body quakes as she begins to cry again.

"I p-promised my stepdad I would make this acting thing work out."

"Why does he care?"

"He's tired of the burden I've become since I'm not married. He said he never dreamed I'd still be around." A wave of rage washes over Elvis. He's never met the man, but he imagines punching him if he did.

"Honey, it's not your fault you're not married." She sits up.

"Well I know that. Tell him!" She settles back into his shoulder. "Kinda is my fault though because I won't just marry anyone."

"Oh?" He dismisses the fleeting thought of proposing just to give her a way out.

"No. I want to be madly in love when I get married. I want to be so in love that we can't stand to be apart from each other for another minute." She sits up again and turns to him with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I want to positively burn for my husband and I want him on fire for me. You know?"

He nods as his heart races. Could she love him like that?

"I know exactly what you mean." He whispers.

Just then, she grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into her, pressing her lips to his. He melts into her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. She opens her mouth and slides her tongue into his and the passion mounts as their tongues take turns dipping into the other's mouth. He can feel her hands against his chest and she whimpers a little. He pulls back and looks into her deep-ocean eyes and then leans in and kisses her cheek, down to her jawline, and then on down to her neck. She snakes her arms around his shoulders and pulls him with her as she lays back on the couch. He rearranges so that he's on top of her, rolling his hips into hers.

Is this it? Is this how they begin? His mind is racing as they continue to kiss deeply.

"Elvis, stop."

"What?" He backs away breathlessly and looks into her face.

"Are you in love with me?" His heart skips a beat. Is he?

"I-I-I..."

"Because I need you to know that this would just be sex. I'm really drunk and sad and I'm just not... I don't want to give you the wrong idea."

"How drunk?"

"That was a new bottle of vodka." When she says it, he notices how heavy her eyelids are and that her words are a little fuzzy around the edges. He feels like someone has knocked the wind out of him. Sitting up, he runs his hand through his hair and closes his eyes.

"You are, aren't you?" She asks him calmly.

"I didn't say that."

"Then why did you stop?"

"You're too drunk. I don't even know if you want this." She laughs and he looks down at her sadly.

"Oh, trust me. I want it."

"Well, I don't. Not like this." She sits up and glares at him.

"Then why the hell are you here, Elvis?!"

"I don't know."

"Fine. Get out, then." He stands up, grabbing the bottle of vodka as he does. He tries to head for the door, but she yanks the bottle away from him "Goodbye, Elvis."

Deeply discouraged, he walks out the door and down the steps to go back to the hotel. Is he in love with her?

******

The next day, he's sitting around with the guys during a break. They've brought in the new actress to play his girlfriend and she's great, but he wishes they'd given Vivian another chance. He looks up just as she walks by to sit with another actress about twenty yards away.

"You see her?" Joe asks the group of guys with a wry smile.

"Vivian?" Elvis asks confused.

"Yeah. She's got a hell of a mouth on her." He laughs raucously and pushes one of the other guys.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joe?" Elvis feels himself start to seethe, hoping Joe isn't talking about what he thinks he's talking about.

"She came to my room last night. She gives great h-" Without another thought, Elvis is on top of him, throwing punches. The idea of him with Vivian makes him see red. And then him here talking that way about her pushes him over the edge. All the guys jump and holler, trying to pull them apart.

"Elvis, stop!!" It's Vivian's voice that cuts through the rest of the noise and gets to him. He drops Joe and stumbles backwards, breathing heavily. Blood drips from his nose where Joe landed a good defensive blow. "God. Men. Come with me."

She drags Elvis to a chair and makes him sit down. Then, she disappears for a bit. He considers getting up, as mad as he is, but he stays put until she comes back with some wet napkins to clean up his nose.

"What the hell were you thinking? You... with Joe?!"

"Elvis, I told you I was drunk and sad. You said no, so I found someone else." He feels another wave of rage rush through him.

"Just like that, huh? I really don't mean anything to you."

"You said you weren't in love with me. I told you we could be friends. That means you're going to have to be okay with me being with other guys. But if you're in love with me-"

"I'm not." It feels like a lie, but he wants it to be true.

"Good. Then, get over it." She says it softly as she finishes with his nose and pats his cheek gently. Then, she puts a hand on each arm of the chair and leans in close to him. "Listen, I like you a lot, Elvis. You're a great guy and it's probably a good thing you said no because I could fall in love with you. But I've seen you with girls. I know you have several on the hook right now. We can never be more than friends for that reason alone. I need someone on fire for me and no one else. Can you understand that?"

He looks down at his hands in his lap where bruises are starting to form. It's true, he does have a steady rotation of girls. And he has no way to make her believe that he would stop all that if they got together. Even he's not sure he could be true forever. But he'd certainly try, for her. Still, why would she ever trust him?

"Friends?" He looks up into her deep-water eyes again.

"Friends." She takes one of his bruised hands and kisses his knuckles gently. He actively ignores the way his heart skips when she does.

"With benefits?" He smiles coyly and she puts her hand on his forehead and pushes it backwards.

"We'll see..."

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I'm never going to write it, so here, enjoy some suffering as I combine multiple fics and tropes into a bouillabaisse of angst.

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Eddie isn't quite dead when Steve, Robin and Nancy get back to them. Since the gates are starting to weaken, it's a mad rush to get everyone through. Steve gets Nancy and Dustin through so they can at least sort of help catch Eddie -- who is entirely unconscious and lacking a lot of blood. The gate is narrowing, the Upside Down is trembling, and Steve doesn't ask, just hefts Robin up and gets her through.

She makes it, but by the time she lands and looks up to yell for him to haul ass, everyone can tell that Steve won't make it through. The gate is too narrow and they don't know, they won't risk finding out what happens if the gate closes on him.

It's closing with exponential decay, so the slow creep it started with becomes a rush, and he yells for them to get to the damn hospital.

Then he's gone.

And look, they're furious and horrified and yes, they want to go after him right this second, but Eddie is dying and Dustin's leg is broken, and they don't even know if Max is okay. Besides, its not like they know how to open a gate.

It's a few days before Team Cali gets to Hawkins, and everyone, including Max in three casts begs El to open a gate.

And she can't. Something about how Henry died, something about the hivemind and the interconnection to the whole world. She knows it's still there, but she can't reach it. She can't find Steve either.

So a few days becomes a week, and Will won't answer questions, because he knows what its like to be alone there, and telling the others when there's no hope of rescue is cruel.

Then Eddie wakes up, coherent for the first time after the infection and the fever and the pain meds. They tell him, and they try to prevent the survivor's guilt - which was already awful - from destroying him. Robin gets it. She was the last through. Steve could have gone first and left her there, but they both know he never would.

They bond over it in the next few weeks as he recovers and leaves the hospital with a few hundred stitches.

After a month, they hold a small memorial, even though they haven't reported it. Without a body, it would take more paperwork than any of them can bear to complete.

The G-men took the Munson trailer, so he, Robin and Wayne are at Harrington's place for now. And if Eddie snoops a little when the others are at work, learning more about this idiot that died instead of him, its understandable.

The way he has all the scraps of his relationship with Nancy, dwarfed by the notes and dumb gifts and mementos of the gremlins. The enormous first aid kit, right next to the enormous supply of hair spray. The box of things from before '83, shoved in a corner, but not forgotten. Post its with important dates. A bank statement showing that his parents left him the house, but no money to cover upkeep or taxes. A scratchy budget where Steve so obviously prioritized his friends over himself.

Eddie learns about Steve Harrington and wishes he could trade places. Eddie is selfish and an asshole and a failure, and he isn't worth what it cost to save his life.

No matter what Robin says about being last through, Eddie knows it must have taken longer to move him, so if it wasn't for Eddie, Steve would have made it. If Eddie had died instead of clinging to life --

When Eddie develops a cough, everyone winces in sympathy as his still achy wounds protest the movement. When his cough gets worse, they consider contacting Owens about Upside Down pathogens.

When he has a coughing fit while the others are out, and ends up with a few blood stained petals in his hand, it takes a few seconds for him to understand.

It takes a few more for it to really land.

He spends the next hour over the toilet, first vomiting, then dry heaving as he sobs.

Because see, Hanahaki might be rare and a remnant of ancient magics, but it's well studied. The sufferer has to be in love and pining. They have to have no hope of the person they love ever reciprocating.

It isn't always fatal. If they confess, and they're rejected, they'll die within a day. If they confess, and it's reciprocated, the flowers fade within a day. If they fall out of love, the flowers fade within a week. If they stay silent they'll live another month from the first petals.

There is a surgery that can remove the affliction and the affection. It's safe, it's a priority treatment in every hospital, and the only side effect is emotional disconnection from the person who caused it.

But none of that is what has Eddie sobbing.

Cause see there's another thing that science knows for sure. Hanahaki will not, does not, absolutely cannot bloom if the person they love is dead.

[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story: Pt. 23

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, light smut, nightmares, arguing, mentions of violence/domestic violence, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, mentions of blood, mentions of vomit, anxiety, panic attack, crying

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Part 23: Scary Monsters and Super Creeps

Monday, June 26th, 1989

You've been grinding on Eddie's lap on his couch for what feels like hours, hungrily kissing his plush lips and tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands are squeezing your ass, leading you as your hips roll against him. You both let out low moans at every touch, winding each other up more and more with every passing second. You break away from his mouth, migrating to suck on his neck. "I love you, Eds." You say breathily, nipping his throat with your teeth. You await his reply, but he doesn't say anything. He's stopped the motions of his hands as well, going completely still. You look up to see what's going on. His face has gone stiff as stone, and his eyes look right through you. "What's wrong, love?" You ask, cupping his cheek.

"Get out." He says flatly, ceasing his touches on you altogether.

"What? Why?" You ask, confused. You were both having a good time just a second ago, and now he wants you to leave?

"I said, get out!" He yells at you, violently shoving you off of him. You gasp as you fall backwards from his lap and onto the floor of his trailer.

"What the hell is your problem?" You shout back, Eddie's never gotten physical with you like this. He would never, ever hurt you. Right?

"My problem? I think you fucking know, Y/N." He replies angrily, crossing his arms.

"Clearly I don't, Eddie. Can you just tell me?" You ask, matching his attitude. You have no clue where this is coming from, he's not himself at all.

"God, could you be any more stupid? I'm talking about Tommy!" He shouts, getting on his feet. His fists ball at his sides as he looms over you, and you're afraid he might hit you.

"What about him? I already told you everything!" You don't back down, standing up as well. You cross your own arms, shaking like a leaf as you wait to see where this goes.

"Oh, right!" He laughs mockingly. "Yeah, I don't buy that whole sob story, sweetheart. You keep...letting him touch you, and call you little names. If he's so fucking awful, why don't you fight back?" There's such cruelty in his voice, and his facial expression isn't much better. Is he seriously trying to suggest that you want to be harassed?

"Because...we'd lose our jobs, Eds. And we need the money...for our future." You say sadly, tears welling in your eyes. You wish you could tell him why the money is so important, that you want to move in together and get your lives started for real.

"Our future? What the fuck does that even mean, Y/N?" Eddie yells even louder, getting closer to you. You flinch at his words, your eyes squeezing shut to avoid looking at him. "Look at me!" He screams, and you open your eyes again. His face has gone all red, the vein in his neck poking out in his rage. "You know what I think, princess? I think you like the extra attention. To have two guys into you at once, that's gotta be thrilling for you. And I know how much you like a thrill...I'm sure Tommy does, too." His words make you want to vomit. This isn't Eddie, this isn't the man you fell in love with. But here he is, standing before you, saying the most vile things. You thought he was different. But you guess you were wrong.

"You know damn well that I don't like what Tommy's doing. I love you, Eddie. I only want you. I don't know what else you want me to say." You say in defeat, seconds away from tumbling to the floor. Your knees threaten to give out from under you, and your brain is in a swirling frenzy of fear and anger. You resent him for assuming the worst of you, and you're afraid to lose him all the same. This is all too much, this can't be happening.

"Well, I don't love you." His words feel like a knife stabbing you deep in your heart, but he doesn't stop there. "I can't love you...because you're a whore." The proverbial blade twists, deepening the agony. His eyes bore into yours, letting you know he means everything he's saying. He steps closer as he continues to speak, which in turn makes you walk backwards with every footfall. "You're a whore for attention. A whore for pain. A whore for pity. I'm sure you tell every man you meet about your father ditching you. Crying in their arms, eating up the comfort they offer. Stop me if I'm wrong, here, sweetheart." Your back meets the wall, with Eddie standing just centimeters away from your face. "Answer me!" He shouts again, some of his spit hitting your cheek.

"You're wrong, Eddie. I only care about you. I love you more than anything. You're my whole world. I need you." You sob uncontrollably as you try to get him to understand. Your vision blurs with tears, and your chest hitches repeatedly as you continue to fall apart.

"Stop lying, bitch!" He screams, and his hand comes up to slap you across the face. It stings like nothing you've ever experienced, and you gasp in shock at him hitting you.

"I'm not lying! I love you, Eddie! Please, you have to believe me!" You sob even harder, to a point where you feel sick to your stomach.

"Shut up! Just shut up! You're a liar! A liar, and a whore! I fucking hate you! I can't stand you! Your phony panic attacks, and your constant whining and crying about everything!" Eddie keeps slapping you harder and harder with every heartbreaking sentence he utters. He's screaming so loud, his voice rings in your ears.

"Eddie, please! Stop it! You're hurting me! I love you, please! Please! Please!" You beg for him to stop, but he doesn't. His free hand holds you firm against the wall, the back of your skull digging into the paneling as he repeatedly hits you. The slaps hurt so much, and your cheek has begun to swell.

"You lying bitch! You don't love me! You never did! Stop lying!"

"Mew!" Eddie's shouting has been suddenly interrupted by the sound of Arwen's meowing. You're thrown at first, as your eyes have been closed again for a while. You notice the hitting has also stopped, and you look to find that Eddie isn't here anymore. You're not in the trailer anymore, either. You're surrounded by dark fog and nothingness. And then you hear the sound again. "Mew!" Louder this time. And you sense what feels like tiny claws digging into your chest. "Mew!" Another petulant noise from your feline friend.

"Arwen!" You call out, and the words echo into the void. But there's no response. "I've gotta wake up."

Your realization that you were dreaming snaps you awake instantly, and you gasp as you look around you. You're in your room, with Arwen pressing her paws against your chest. None of it was real. Eddie didn't hit you, or say any of those disgusting things. He would never do that. You let out a sigh of relief, wiping your tears away. Your heart is still pounding, and you're coated in sweat. You look at the clock, 9:30am, you slept through your alarm. Your eyes return to Arwen, who's still making imaginary biscuits on your chest.

"Good morning, little one. Thanks for helping me wake up." You say sweetly to her, scratching behind her ears. She leans into your hand, purring loudly. "I gotta call Eddie." You observe aloud, as there's still a teeny tiny part of you that's worried the dream was true. You pluck the kitten away from her pretend bakery, setting her in the plush cat bed on the floor. You jog down the hall, almost tripping as you reach the phone on the end table beside the couch. You fumble with the headset, bringing it to your ear. You pound Eddie's number into the little buttons, waiting for the dial to go through. It rings once, before he picks up.

"Hello?" He asks, and you're so fucking happy to hear his voice.

"Eddie!" You exclaim, a little too loud.

"Y/N? What's wrong? I was just on my way over." You can hear Eddie's concern through the phone, which puts you a little more at ease.

"I, uh, had another nightmare. It was really bad, and scary. I just had to make sure you didn't hate me. I'll explain more when you get here." You're talking way too fast, and some more tears spring from your eyes.

"I could never hate you, princess. I'll be right over, okay? And you can tell me all about it over breakfast." He replies sweetly, wishing he could hold you in his arms and shower you with kisses.

"Okay. I love you, Eds." You sniffle, trying to calm yourself down. There's a pause, and you're worried that you're still asleep. Your chest tightens, and a wave of nausea rolls over you. Here it comes, he's gonna call you a whore again.

"I love you too, sweetheart. See you soon." He says, which makes your entire body relax. He can hear your sigh of relief, and he knows for sure that he needs to get to your place now.

"Bye, love." You reply with a nod, hanging up the phone.

"Everything okay, sugarpuff?" Mom asks, having come from her own room when she heard you making noise a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, just a bad dream. That's all." You try to stop yourself from crying again. But the mere mention of it makes all the awful images of Eddie berating you come flooding back. You burst into tears, and Mom moves forward to take you into a firm hug. Your head burrows into her chest, and you sob uncontrollably.

"Oh, Y/N. It's okay, it was just a dream. Eddie's coming over, right?" She asks, rubbing her hand up and down your back to comfort you. You nod against her at the question, and she tuts lightly. "It's gonna be alright, sweetie. He'll be here soon." You stay with her just like this, standing in the middle of the living room until Eddie shows up a few minutes later. He comes in through the door, and Mom looks over at him. "I think you can take over from here." She smiles at him, pulling away from you.

You meet Eddie's eyes, your own are red and puffy from crying so much. The look of complete and utter care and worry on his face tells you everything you need to know. He closes the door without a word, and you run over to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing so hard you're almost suffocating him. He strokes your hair with his hand, laying his chin on top of your head. "It's okay, love. I'm right here. Just calm down, it's alright." He coos quietly, trying his best to console you. You've gotta be at work in about an hour, and you still haven't showered, or gotten dressed, or eaten. "C'mon, baby. Let's get you cleaned up and you can tell me everything." He says softly, ending your tight embrace to lead you to the bathroom. He closes the door, and helps you strip off your sweat-soaked pajamas.

You still haven't said a word to him since he's arrived, you just can't manage it right now. Eddie remains patient the whole way, getting the shower set nice and warm for you. He sits on the toilet while you wash up, waiting to hand you a towel. You don't spend a lot of time showering, you want to be able to tell Eddie everything. The warmth of the shower calms you down little by little, and you've stopped crying completely by the time you're done. You step out of the shower, and take the towel Eddie's extending your way. You wrap it around your trembling body, and head over to your bedroom to get dressed. "You ready to talk, sweetheart?" He asks, shutting your door and sitting on your bed. Arwen perks up at his presence, padding her way over to be picked up by him. He does so, setting her in his lap while you pull out your uniform.

"Yeah. I think so." You say quietly, retrieving some panties and socks from your dresser. You begin to recount your terrible nightmare to Eddie, managing to avoid another fit of tears. A couple singular ones still escape, but it's already a major improvement. He doesn't interrupt you as you put every nasty little detail out there. He just listens intently, waiting until the end to weigh in. Once you're finished and dressed, he stands up to put himself before you. He gently sets his hands on your shoulders, and gazes deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, I am so sorry that you went through that. It sounds like the worst dream ever. But I am telling you right now, I would never, ever lay a hand on you." He raises a hand to cup your cheek, making you flinch. He drops it immediately, remembering what the dream version of him did. "Shit, sorry." He clears his throat, kicking himself for the mistake. "I would never call you mean names, or say any of those awful things. I love you so much, baby. And nothing is ever going to change that. I promise." He means every last word he's said, and you appreciate him putting in the effort to make these things clear to you. You didn't have any doubt before, but it's good to hear him effectively put any future ones to rest.

"I love you, too, Eddie. More than anything in the world. Thank you." You carefully press your lips to his, and you melt into each other. Another couple tears roll down your cheeks, and you feel a few come down Eddie's face as well. Your heart swells at the intensity of his love for you. Just hearing you say what he did to you in your nightmare breaks his heart. He knows you don't actually think he'd do such a thing, but he can't even imagine hurting you. Not like that, with such cruel intentions. Never. He wishes so much that you didn't have to see that, feel that. If he could, he'd wipe it all away from your memory for you. Like recording over an old videotape. He'd replace it all with happy things. Kisses, late-night drives, D&D campaigns, movie dates, cuddling in either of your beds. Even things you haven't gotten to do yet. Like living together, picking out furniture, bickering about paint samples. Or getting married, your smiling face as you walk down the aisle, how gorgeous you'd look in your dress. Anything to chase the ugly caricature of himself away.

You break away to breathe, both of you wiping your eyes. "Let's get some food in you, princess. I'd hate for you to go to work hungry." Eddie says quietly, taking hold of your hand. You gladly let him do so, walking down the hall together to the kitchen. You set a Pop Tart into the toaster for Eddie, and pour a bowl of cereal for yourself. "You gonna be okay to work today? We could call you in sick if you want." Eddie offers, always looking for ways to help you feel better.

"I'll be fine, Eds. I think work will take my mind off this. I'll just stew all day if I stay here." You reply, taking a large bite of your Frosted Flakes.

"If you say so, angel." He sighs quietly, munching away at his pastry. He's scared out of his wits at the idea of you going to work today. You're still visibly shaken up, despite him doing everything in his power to comfort you. He has no idea how today will go for you, especially if a certain someone tries his little games on you again. It's pretty much a given at this point, and that's the most terrifying part. Maybe he can get Biggs to keep you in the ticket booth or something, that way you don't have to deal with Tommy at all.

"Alright, everyone. Quiet down, we need to get through these assignments before we open." Mr. Biggs bellows to all of the employees of the Hawk as you stand in a small circle in the lobby. Well, except for Milo since he always works the projector. Your boss looks at Tommy first, pointing his pencil at him while reading the paper in his hand. "Hagan, you'll be in the ticket booth." He moves on down the list. "Jamie and Eddie will be on concessions and clean-up. And Y/N, I'm going to have you do inventory today. You'll just count everything in the storage room and fill it in on this clipboard. You'll also need to add everything currently set out in concessions." Biggs hands you the clipboard he's kept tucked under his arm, and a freshly sharpened number two pencil.

You take them apprehensively, looking down at the sheets of paper clipped to the board. "Um, okay." You say softly. You've never done 'inventory' before. It's usually something that Harriet does as the assistant manager.

"I figured since you've shown such strong work ethic, you can do with a little more responsibility." Biggs says, his lips upturning into a stilted smile. The man doesn't use said facial muscles very often, so it's kinda off-putting. "That'll be all. Let's get to work." He dismisses everyone to attend to their duties, but keeps you behind for a moment. Eddie gives you a look, and you nod to tell him you'll be alright. "Y/N, the reason I'm giving you this assignment is because I think you have potential here. And if you do well with this, and a few other tasks I have in mind, you could very well become a supervisor in the near future. Pay raise and all."

"Oh, really? I appreciate that very much, Mr. Biggs. I won't let you down." You say semi-excitedly. You tone it down so you don't seem too eager for it. But, supervisor...it has a nice ring to it.

"That's what I like to hear. Well, I'll leave you to it. If you need any help, you can ask Harriet. But I'm sure you're bright enough to figure it out on your own." He replies, his smile fading as he mentally moves on to something else regarding the theater. You're just about to go on your way, when he stops you one final time. "Oh, and Y/N? Don't tell anyone about this just yet. I'd hate for them to get jealous, especially since I haven't fully made up my mind."

"Sure thing, sir. I'll keep my mouth shut." You chirp.

"Good woman. Come find me once you're finished." And he leaves you without another word. Eddie's been watching this interaction from the concession counter, quirking an eyebrow curiously. He'll have to ask you about it later on, it appears you’ve got a special job to do. 

You head into the storage room, flicking on the light switch. The overhead light casts shadows all about the place from the stacks of tall boxes that surround you. You look down at the sheet, finding cups listed at the top. They're measured by case, so you go ahead and count the boxes. There's open ones for each size as well, and you're guessing you need to add those, too. But not as a whole. So, according to that logic, there's 4.5 cases of small cups, 3.7 medium, and 5.1 large. This isn't so hard, you think to yourself. You continue down the list: lids, candy, soda syrup, popcorn, artificial butter, napkins, boxed candies, straws, etc. It's simple observation and addition, you're surprised this is considered a supervisory task at all. A monkey could do it. You move on to the refrigeration and freezer in the back of the room, adding up the various pre-made snacks like hotdogs and pretzels. 

You hear the door to the storage area open up behind you, and you don't bother to turn around. You figure it's just Eddie coming in to have some fun with you. You could certainly use it, this morning really fucked you up. You hear the lock click, and a sly smile spreads across your face. "Couldn't wait until later on, Eds?" You ask, back still turned as you keep working your way through the papers.

"'Fraid not, sweet thing. But I think you've got me confused with somebody else." You freeze immediately when you realize it's not Eddie in the now-locked room with you. It's Tommy, who's managed to leave his post outside and slink in here under everyone's noses.

"Go away, Tommy. I'm busy." You say shortly, paying him no mind. If you make it obvious you're uninterested, he'll go away. Won't he?

"Sounds like you're plenty available to me." He sneers, and you hear his footsteps approaching you slowly.

"Well, I'm not. Biggs needs me to finish this." You insist, refusing to face him.

"Ugh, when did you get so boring, babygirl? We used to have so much fun." Tommy's only a few steps away from you now, and you just try to keep working. You've only got half a page left until you can retreat to concessions. Just ignore him. You don't say anything else, pressing your lips together in irritation. After a few moments of silence, he moves even closer. His hand lands on your shoulder, squeezing hard. "It's pretty rude to ignore me, Y/N. You're so uptight. Why don't you let me help you relax?" He speaks in your ear, his hot breath against your skin makes you feel sick.

"Leave me alone, Tommy. I'm not your girlfriend anymore. And I'm definitely not gonna fuck you." You raise your voice a little, hoping it's enough to alert someone out there of the very dangerous situation you've found yourself in.

"Oh, come on, you don't mean that. I know you want me, Y/N. You'd be stupid not to." He leans in from behind to try and kiss your neck.

"Get away from me!" You smack him in the face as hard as you can with the back of the clipboard.

"Ow, fuck! You fucking bitch!" He shouts as his nose starts gushing blood. You push past him and run for the door, hoping to get away. But he catches up to you pretty quickly, pulling you backwards by the arm. You scream in surprise, falling onto your back on the packed carpet. The clipboard falls from your grasp, sliding across the floor. Tommy looms over you, clutching his nose. "You're gonna regret that, Y/N." He seethes, using his free arm to pull you up by yours.

"Let me go, Tommy!" You yell, trying to kick and punch him so he'll let you go. But he's stronger than you, despite only having one hand available. He slams you up against one of the shelves, knocking over a case of Raisinettes. The little cardboard boxes spill all over the floor, the candies inside rolling around their packages. The metal racks sting your lower back and head when you make contact. He presses his body against yours, his nose dripping onto your clean white shirt while he holds you against your will.

"C'mon, Y/N. You're wasting your time with Munson. Let a real man show you how it's done." He insists, his eyes wild. A thick stripe of blood runs down the middle of his face, like an elongated mustache. He pays no mind to drops of it running into his mouth, he's too focused on you.

"Eddie's more of a man than you'll ever be. Now let me go, right now." You hold strong, trying your best to stand your ground.

"What are you gonna do about it? I'm much stronger than you. I can just take what I want if I have to." He says threateningly, tightening his grip on your wrists. You try to kick him in the crotch, but he easily blocks the blow. "Big mistake, Y/N. I was tryin' to play nice." He tries to force his blood-soaked lips onto yours, but you twist your head so they land on your cheek instead.

"Help! Somebody, please! Eddie! Jamie! Someone, help!" You scream, almost gagging at Tommy's blood smearing onto your skin. You don't want any part of him on you, you want this to stop. He keeps trying to kiss you, even going so far as to hold your head in place. This lets your left arm free for a moment, and you take the opportunity to sock him right in the jaw. Your fist lands hard on the bone, and it hurts like hell. You've never really had to punch anyone before, you didn't anticipate inflicting pain on yourself in the process. He cries out at the blow, and tears begin to well in your eyes from your own agony.

"Stop fighting! I'm gonna make you see, Y/N! You should be mine, you need me!" Tommy screams at you, stilling your head. He stares at you with insane intensity, managing to kiss you now. You attempt to scream and cry, but it's muffled by his iron-flavored lips. You keep trying to spit out any and all taste of him, but it just goes back in your mouth. You feel sick, and you can't fight back. He's managed to pin you completely to the shelf now.

You suddenly have the urge to vomit, and you accept it as a way out. Maybe this will be enough to get Tommy away from you. You let it all go, regardless of the mess. The bile rushes up your throat, and spurts against the seal he's created with your lips. Even the force of him can't stop the puke from spilling out. It sprays out slightly from the edges of your mouths, some of which he ends up swallowing. He pulls away at the vile taste, rapidly spitting to get it out. The rest unfortunately lands on your uniform along with his. "Fuck! Ew, I swallowed some!" Tommy almost shrieks, and you manage to push him a few feet away from you.

You dash for the door, fumbling with the handle. You push it down to disengage the lock, finally freeing yourself from captivity. You almost fall onto the floor, scrambling over your own feet to get to Eddie. "Oh, my god!" A random movie-goer exclaims when she sees you covered in your own vomit. You stand upright, pushing past people to reach the concession stand.

Eddie's eyes find you immediately as you reach the counter, and he kicks into overdrive when he sees the state of you. He stops scooping popcorn for the matinee rush, and comes to you. His hands sit on your shoulders, and he searches your face for any information he can find. "Y/N, what's wrong? What the hell happened? Are you sick?" He asks frantically, so many questions at once.

"T-Tommy..." You stutter, before trailing off completely. You feel sick again once the name leaves your lips, and you lunge behind the counter to throw up in the trash can that's kept back here. You fall to your knees, just barely making it into the can. You're an absolute mess, covered in your own barf, barfing some more in front of all the customers. It's all so embarrassing.

"Y/N! You fucking bitch!" You hear Tommy's voice shouting from behind you. He's come out from the closet now, clearly dazed and disgusted from your defensive strategies. Eddie's eyes snap to Tommy, noticing the bloodied nose and vomit covering his shirt and vest. What the fuck did he do? Eddie thinks to himself, his own rage beginning to take hold. "Where is she?" Tommy demands, he can't see you behind the counter.

"I think a better question is what the hell did you do to her?" Eddie seethes, coming out from behind the stand to get closer to Tommy. Please, not another fight. I can't take much more of this. You sob as silently as you can to maintain your hiding place, wiping the puke away from your chin. You look up at Jamie who's frozen in place behind the counter. He gazes down at you, shaking his head as a signal to stay where you are. You nod, agreeing that it's probably best at the moment.

"I didn't do anything! Your fucking whore of a girlfriend on the other hand hit me in the face, twice! And then she yakked all over me!" Tommy retorts, gesturing at himself. The customers in the lobby have stopped to watch the show, gathering along the walls as they've long forgotten about the film they paid to see. Biggs and Harriet come out of their office, wondering what the hell is going on now. They find Eddie and Tommy in yet another stand-off, and all the looky-lou's munching away on their popcorn.

"Attention Hawkins Theater patrons! It appears we have an employee issue to work through here. Please, if you've paid for a ticket, make your way to the auditorium and enjoy your film. If not, I must ask you to leave the premises until we can settle this matter." Biggs announces to the crowd, snapping at Jamie to usher them all to their respective destinations. It takes a few minutes to clear the lobby, but you eventually hear all the chattering voices stop. "Okay. Now, I would love to know why our business day is being interrupted by yet another fight between you two." He says, addressing Eddie and Tommy now.

"Y/N came over to the counter a few minutes ago, clearly upset. I dunno what happened, exactly. But it seems Tommy here had something to do with it." Eddie explains as calmly as he can, clenching his teeth together as he speaks.

"Okay. Well, where is Y/N? I'd like to hear what she has to say." Biggs replies, and you slowly stand up to reveal yourself. You face your boss, tears still streaming down your cheeks. His eyes bug out at how awful you look. "Y/N. Can you please tell us what happened?" He asks, looking very concerned for you.

You nod, coming out from behind the counter completely. You stand beside Eddie, needing him to hold your hand. He does, squeezing lightly to comfort you. "I-I...was doing inventory like you asked. I was almost done, actually. I had my back turned to the door, and I heard someone come in. I thought maybe it was Eddie to check in on me, but it was Tommy." Your eyes flick to Tommy, which you instantly regret. You squeeze them shut for a moment, more stinging tears escaping them. You stare at the floor once you open them again. You're trembling beyond your control, but you have to get the words out. "He, um, locked the door. And he tried to get me to have sex with him. I said no, but he didn't listen. He tried to...k-kiss me, and I hit him with the clipboard. That's why his nose is bleeding." You point awkwardly to Tommy's face.

"Is that all?" Biggs asks, pressing you further.

"No. Um, I tried to run away from him, and then he knocked me down. Then he picked me up, pinning me against one of the shelves." You choke back a sob, and Eddie's other hand strokes your arm gently. You let out a shake breath, and keep telling your story. "He kept trying to kiss me, and he managed to, once on the cheek." You point to said cheek, which everyone can clearly see has a streak of blood on it. "And then I punched him, and I w-was screaming. But I forgot the walls are pretty soundproof in there." You chuckle dryly, not finding it funny at all. "He got mad, and held me harder. He kissed my mouth, and I...uh, threw up." You pause again, another wave of nausea washing over you.

"Anything else?" Biggs asks, and the queasiness thankfully passes.

You nod. "He got grossed out by the vomit going everywhere, and I managed to get away this time. I came to get Eddie, and that's all." You finish awkwardly, losing the ability to form words. Eddie pulls you into his arms, and you continue to sob into his chest. He holds you close, and you can feel him shaking as well. But you know it's for a much different reason. He's angry, furious that this happened. And on today of all days? When you're already having a hard time? Absolutely not.

Biggs contemplates your words for a minute, before speaking once more. "Tommy, get out. You're fired." He says, which makes Tommy scoff.

"What?! You can't do that!" Tommy yells, gearing up to pull out the threats.

"Yes I can, Mr. Hagan. I agreed to give you a job here at your father's behest. But at the end of the day, this is my business. And I will run it as I see fit." Mr. Biggs replies calmly.

"Oh, please! She totally wanted it!" Tommy insists, gesturing at you in an accusing manner.

"No the fuck she didn't, Tommy! She said no, more than once! And she hit you to get away, more than once! And your persistence literally made her sick! What about that says that she wanted anything to do with you?!" Eddie screams, leaving you for a moment to get in Tommy's face. "I told you to leave her alone! But you didn't listen! You kept touchin' her, and calling her names like she's your property! You're a fucking pig!" Suddenly, Tommy's fist makes contact with Eddie's face. “Fuck!” He stumbles back slightly, his hand coming up to hold where he was hit.

"Fuck you, man! I don't want your bitch of a girlfriend anyway! You can have her, she's fucking crazy!" Tommy yells, ending in a resigned laugh.

"Oh, you're gonna fuckin' regret that, Hagan!" Eddie attempts to lunge at Tommy, but Mr. Biggs pulls his arms behind his back, effectively restraining him. "Let me go, dammit! He tried to rape her, for fuck's sake! Fuckin' piece of shit, I'll kill you!" Eddie continues to scream, kicking and squirming to break loose. But Biggs manages to hold him still, not wanting a bloodbath in his goddamn theater.

"Calm down, Munson! He'll only get you in trouble if you hurt him. I know you care about Y/N. We all do, alright? But she's going to be fine. You have to stop, you need to stop!" Biggs does his best to reason with Eddie. It's proving difficult, however, and he's extremely protective of you.

While this is happening, Tommy attempts to make a break for the door. "Oh, no you don't!" Harriet shouts, chasing him down and tackling him to the floor. He squeaks out a groan as the wind is knocked out of him, and she yanks him off the carpet and holds him tight. Harriet may look a bit old and frail, but she knows how to use her strength to her advantage. "Jamie, call the police, please." She calls to your coworker who has stiffened up once again at the fight breaking out. He goes for the phone behind the counter, quickly dialing 911. "I'll lock him in the office until they arrive, boss." She says with a smile as she leads Tommy to the back room. He still tries to break free, but it's no use. "Keep tryin', bub. I did my time in the army, and I can do a helluva lot more than hold you still if I need to." That seems to shut him up, which makes her smirk.

Once the asshole is secured, Biggs lets Eddie go free. "Fuck, man. Should've let me beat his ass. It's what he deserves." Eddie grumbles, rubbing his sore wrists.

"He's not worth it, kid. Trust me. He's the cops' problem now." Mr. Biggs sighs, taking off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "Shit, his father is going to rip me to pieces for this."

"Oh, come off it, Henry. You know everyone hates Jack fuckin' Hagan. But they love you, and they love the Hawk. We're a goddamn town landmark. We aren't going anywhere. No rich asshole's opinion is going to change that." Harriet says once she returns to the lobby.

"I suppose you're right, Harriet." Biggs thinks it over for a moment, scoffing slightly. "I can't believe I didn't throw the little snot out of here on his first day."

"None of us could believe it either, sir." Eddie comments, returning to your side as you wait for the police to arrive.

"We'll have to stop the showing, some of these customers are witnesses." Jamie pipes up, taking the initiative to run up to the booth and tell Milo to kill the movie.

"I'm sorry." You say quietly, drawing everyone's attention to you as you haven't spoken in a while. You've been too busy listening to everyone else to contribute to the conversation.

"For what?" Eddie asks, wondering why you're apologizing.

"For...the mess. And hitting Tommy. And for dating him in the first place." You say as you begin to fall to pieces again.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. It's not your fault. He was gonna hurt you, you were just defending yourself." Eddie tries to comfort you, but you shake your head.

"No! If I wasn't so stupid, none of this would've happened! I made you upset! And the theater is losing business! And I was supposed to do the inventory, because I might be made a supervisor! But I've messed it all up, and we have to deal with the cops again!" You're crumbling into hysterics, sobbing and rambling and blaming yourself. You can't breathe, or think straight, You fall back against the counter, sliding down to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" You keep repeating, your vision blurring with every syllable. You feel lightheaded, like you might pass out.

Eddie kneels before you, tapping your cheek to keep you conscious. "Y/N, it's okay. I promise, just calm down. I'm right here, princess. Just stay with me." His shaking voice begins to echo and distort. The theater fades to black a moment after.

You wake up an hour later in the back of an ambulance. It's parked outside the theater, with the doors sitting open. You're laying on a gurney, with an oxygen mask over your face. A male EMT is attending to you, checking your vitals on the beeping machines inside the vehicle. Eddie's sat by your side, holding your hand like his life depends on it. Tears stain his cheeks, and his lower lip trembles. He's got a dark bruise next to his left eye, from where Tommy punched him. He notices your fingers twitching in his hold, and he looks to find that you're awake. "Oh, Y/N. Thank fuck!" He lets out a sigh of relief, which gains the attention of the EMT.

"What's going on?" You ask groggily, focusing on his thumb brushing against your fingers to stay lucid.

"You passed out, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" Eddie questions.

"Tired, and oddly hungry." You reply, smiling weakly at him. He returns it, brushing your hair with his other hand. "Can we go home now? Mom's probably worried about me." You sit up, pulling the mask off your mouth and nose.

"She's already here, love. Dustin, too. And the cops need to talk to you." Eddie says softly, slowly pushing you back down onto the gurney. "You gotta slow down, baby. They're still checking you out."

"Okay." You say simply, allowing him to put the mask back over your face. "I'm sorry." You add, the pangs of sadness hitting you again. Today has totally sucked, more than you ever thought possible.

Eddie tuts, shaking his head to reject your apology. "Angel, please stop apologizing. None of this is your fault. I mean it." He speaks seriously, needing you to accept this simple fact. "It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this, just like everything else. Together."

"Together." You nod to affirm his statement. You just need to relax, and ignore your destructive tendencies.

"I'll go get your mom, alright? She's been worried sick about you." He kisses your hand, getting out of the ambulance to give your mother a turn to see you.

"Hey, sugarpuff. How's it going in here?" Mom asks a minute later, hopping up into the boxy vehicle to sit beside you. Dustin's following close behind, squeezing in with her on the little seat inside.

"I'm fine. I think." You laugh lightly, looking down at the wires and IV attached to various parts of your body.

"Eddie called us right away. He was so worried about you, Y/N. He could barely contain himself." Mom says, her heart aching at how incoherent and desperate Eddie sounded when he called your house. He was crying so hard, she could barely make out any words besides 'theater' and 'Y/N' and 'police'.

"Did he tell you everything?" You ask.

"Actually, Mr. Biggs did. Eddie was a mess until you woke up, nobody could understand what he was saying." Dustin answers. He pauses, his eyes changing a little. "Are you okay, Y/N? I'm sorry about what Tommy did." He asks, barely above a whisper.

"I'm okay. Tommy's in worse shape than I am, I'm sure." You roll your eyes at the idea. You hope more than anything that the taste of your puke never leaves his memory, and that his nose never looks the same again.

"Well, he sure doesn't look happy in the back of that cop car." Dustin snickers, earning a small smack on the arm from Mom. "What? He deserves it!"

"That may be true. But I taught you better than that, Dusty." She scolds him, and he bows his head. "Is she cleared to go, sir? She still needs to talk to the police." Mom asks, addressing the EMT.

"Yes, ma'am. Let me just take out the IV, and she'll be all set." He smiles kindly, and you read his name tag. 'Chad'.

"Thanks for the help, Chad. I'm sorry to be such a bother." You joke, making him let out an airy chuckle.

"No trouble at all, young lady. I'd love to go a few more months before seeing you for a third time, though." Chad replies, and your eyes widen. He was the one that took you to the hospital after the fight with Jason. "I see you still have that necklace. It's very pretty on you, I'm glad I didn't leave it behind." He says casually, keeping your eyes on him while he removes the needle from your arm.

"Well, thank you for bringing it along. It means a lot to me." You reply breathlessly, utterly gobsmacked at this man.

"So does the man who's name is carved into it, it seems. He sure is a keeper. Going after not one jerk that messed with you, but two? I've never seen a man so passionate about a woman before." Chad laughs again, drawing one from you, too. "All set, Ms. Henderson. Just make sure to eat real soon, and drink plenty of water."

"I will, Chad. Thanks again." You smile as you remove the mask, sliding off the gurney to go find Eddie. Mom and Dustin keep close behind, and you see your boyfriend leaning against a lightpost while having a smoke.

"All good, babydoll?" Eddie asks, taking your hand as you extend it to him.

"Yep. Let's get these questions out of the way, I'm starving." You reply as Chief Powell approaches you. "Oh, hey, Chief! It's nice to see you again." You smile at the tall man, gaining one in return.

"It's nice to see you, too, Y/N. Though I'd prefer if it wasn't regarding a crime, for once." He chuckles, and you do too. "You ready for us?"

"Yeah. Let's get this over with." You reply, exhaling deeply as you prepare to recount the events of today for the second time. "I'll be right back. You good to wait?" You turn to Eddie for a moment, checking in on him for once. It's been all about you today, you can only imagine how hard it's been for him. To see you cry so much, to see you get hurt again.

"You know it, baby. I'll be right here, and we can go get some drive-thru after." He gives you a warm smile, and you let him go to give your side of the story. It doesn't take long to make your statement, you're able to keep yourself together enough for Powell. He's a kind man, and extremely gentle with his questions.

"Thanks for the help, Y/N. We'll be in touch with any updates." Powell says, dismissing you as he and Callahan make their way back to their vehicle.

You return to your boyfriend's side, when you hear a couple more sets of footsteps approaching you. You turn to see Mr. Biggs, Harriet, Milo, and Jamie. "I'm deeply sorry, Y/N. I never should've kept Tommy on, it was unreasonable and unfair to you." Biggs says, regret lacing his voice. Harriet nudges him, urging him to say something else. He gives her a look, sighing loudly. "And I'd like to offer you the position of supervisor. You'll get a five dollar raise, and I'll go over your duties once you feel comfortable returning to work."

"I accept your apology, Mr. Biggs. I understand the pressure you were put under to hire him. I will say I'm disappointed that you gave in to such a thing so easily, I know you've got more integrity than that. And as for the job, I'll happily take it. I'm looking forward to proving myself worthy of the position." You say as calmly as you can. It's not what you actually feel, you're far more angry on the inside. But you're too exhausted to care about that right now.

"Thank you, Y/N. I hope to see you back soon." He says, turning to leave with Harriet close behind him.

"You gonna be alright, Y/N?" Jamie asks.

"Yeah. I could use a hug from my boys, though. If I'm not too disgusting for you, anyway." You say with a light laugh, and Jamie and Milo reciprocate it. They each give you a tight hug, wishing you well before heading home for the day. It's safe to say the Hawk is closed until tomorrow after all the shit that's gone down. "Food time?" You ask, turning to Eddie once again.

"Food time, princess. Let's go." Eddie smirks, flicking his cigarette away and leading you to the van. You say goodbye to Mom and Dustin, you'll see them at home in a bit. You hop into the van, and Eddie drives you both to get some burgers and fries. You take the food back to your place, sharing it with your family for lunch after you clean yourself up. Afterwards, you're feeling rather tired, so Eddie takes you back to your room. You crawl into bed together, and he spoons you to keep you safe and warm. Arwen is napping in her cat bed, purring quietly as she sleeps.

"I love you, Eddie. I don't know what I'd do without you." You say quietly as your eyes begin to flutter closed.

"I love you too, Y/N. I'm always gonna be here for you." He replies, his words humming against you as he presses tender kisses to the back of your neck. You settle into him entirely, and slowly drift off into a much-needed rest.

To be continued...

[watercolorsam-arts]

Why the Minecraft Movie looks so bad

Okay, let’s see if I can make this work

Hi, I’m Watercolor, currently a student learning animation and visual effects. I’ve got some more technical explanations for why exactly the trailer looks god awful

I’m gonna do my best to explain this in simple terms, but if I don’t explain something very good, let me know and I’ll explain more. Alright, this is gonna be a long post

Starting off with the obsession with backlighting. See how it doesn’t really match the environmental lighting? That’s one of the major things that makes it look so weird to a lot of people. It could have been done to better distinguish the actors from the background, but it does that a little too well and makes them look way too out of place. The environment has a very nice constant (most likely singular) light source, which is most likely an HDRI.

An HDRI (or high dynamic range image) informs the animation software on how the scene should be lit, and is often a weird panoramic image of whatever physical area you want to replicate.

In a reverse case, adding a CG character into a real set, you could take an HDRI of the physical set, and use it to apply similar lighting. Adjustment will most likely have to be hand adjusted by the lighting team (and tbh they add a lot of extra lights in anyway. It just needs to look right) but it’s a fantastic starting point for the compositing and lighting teams.

However, the McM’s live set has way different lights set up then what is seen in the environment.

Here, for example, the live set is most likely being lit by standard 3 point lighting, which are not only the wrong color (the lighting on the environment is much more yellow) but also washes out any shadows that would help define the actors. If this movie wasn’t obsessed with backlighting, you could fix that by lighting the actors and environment from the front, but because the sun is in the back, they have to make the front of the actors unnaturally brighter to see them more properly. I have a slight idea on why the kid in red looks especially “photoshopped” in, and it’s mostly because his hoodie doesn’t have a similar reflectiveness to everyone else’s outfit, and his hair is a more neutral color, causing the highlight to be even more washed out. Also, while we’re here, the cube is a physical prop, but it was not lit up during filming, and all the light output was tossed on after. And it’s really inconsistent and honestly, lazy. For the most part they just hit it with a blue blur effect in post, it doesn’t actually cast any light.

Another major issue is the color difference between the actors and the environment. The color balancing on the actors is particularly garbage, they’re somehow desaturated while also being too saturated, I don’t know how they managed that. But the technical issue on why it looks odd, is because the physical camera cannot physically pick up the same vibrancy as the “camera” in the CG world. You might have seen an example of this when trying to take a photo with your phone, especially of a very colorful event like the sunset. It’s also why “ugly sonic” looked particularly out of place, he was 10x more saturated than anything else around him.

Having the actors on a very low effort green screen stage also completely ruins any chance of getting the proper ambient light or ambient occlusion.

Ambient occlusion is basically the bounce light from other objects in your scene, gamers might know this as a form of ray tracing (ray tracing is live changes in ambient occlusion, games without ray tracing bake in ambient occlusion to get a similar result)

When everything is CG, (again art style aside) looks pretty darn good actually!

I attempted some edits to see if anything could make it look better (left is original, right is mine), and I don’t think proper lighting or anything could actually fix what this movie has wrong with it. They should have made the whole thing animated, I don’t think any amount of bullying would fix this, the studio basically has to scrap the actors, and make new CG characters from scratch in the same style as the rest of the world.

All of this is not the fault f the animators, or any of the vfx team, they did their absolute best with what they had, this is 100% the fault of the higher ups on this project. I have no idea how this good this far into production without ANYONE saying that it was a bad idea (Either that, or a lot of people got fired, which is unfortunately a likely possibility)