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mjoffic · 6 months

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last minute shopping - eddie munson holiday blurb

I work retail and this popped in my head while refolding a graphic tee table and it's truly just a bunch of fluf and eddie being a cute boi

~ enjoy and happy holidays ~

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The holidays. A time focused around family, the reason for the season, cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. Twinkling lights couldn't be missed for miles as every house had some sort of big bulk convenience store decoration. No need for 'frosted windows in a can', oh no, Hawkins was seeing a very white Christmas with snow fall never ending and the chill of the wind cutting through every jacket and parka leaving no survivors behind. The joy was like an electric buzz in the air, only one thing could diminish the feeling.

The Starcourt Mall.

Eddie wasn't the best planner, never had been. Despite this year trying his best to be on top of the holidays he still had yet to get something for Uncle Wayne. With Christmas Day only two days away, it was a scramble for the perfect gift and it was absolute hell trying to get anywhere in the mall.

He could try The Gap? Nah, too pricey.

Maybe a gift certificate to Scoops Ahoy? But when would Wayne ever find the time to use it? He's always working.

Eddie sighed in frustration, running a hand through his mop of curls. He took a moment to look around the area, peeking over the heads of bustling mothers herding their kids to meet Santa, dads sitting on benches with shopping bags galore, teenagers running around the food court with their Orange Julius's sloshing all over the place. This was a nightmare. Slim pickings. Would Wayne be upset over a hand drawn card?

He was near giving up when he spotted Macy's on the far end. It was a department store, and while it seemed busy, it wasn't as congested as the inner workings of the mall. He squeezed his way through and slid through a sliver of space in between two groups of families; one included a mother scolding her husband for losing their credit card, the other group had a child crying over not getting the remote control car on the front table. Eddie pursed his lips, so glad he wasn't in that stage of life just yet.

There seemed to be never ending options for Eddie to look through, he wondered why he hadn't stopped in in the first place. It also made this decision much more difficult. He knew that he would definitely be walking out with something, no doubt, but genuinely the starting point slowly began to stump him and he felt his once eager energy depleting. A three pack of ties? When did Wayne dress up? A mug? Sure, lets add to the hundreds of them adorning the trailer wall. Maybe a fancy glass set? Even if the glasses were on sale, it was definitely out of Eddie's comfort range of spending.

"Well the sign says fifty percent off!"

A screech from an older woman pulled Eddie out of his daze and his attention turned to the scene on his right.

"Ma'am, I understand your frustration, however the sign details specifically to the gift sets. This sweater is on the table, but is signed for thirty percent off."

Eddie shifted his gaze from the woman, red in the face, almost matching her Christmas red sweater, to you. You stood behind a counter, not currently in use to ring up customers, but he noticed a stack of scarves next to you. He assumed you'd been cleaning up. You wore emerald green, very festive, and an elf hat to match. Despite your professional aura, the bell on the end of hat could almost send him into a fit of giggles every time your head even moved an inch.

"I'd be more than happy to show you-" you started, before being interrupted.

"You can show me to your manager! This is false advertising!" the women shouted, drawing a few more eyes into encounter.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to keep from yelling in the store," you responded, face void of emotion. "If you would let me-"

"I'll yell if I want to! This is a free country!"

Eddie watched you take a deep breath, before picking a landline off the counter. You typed quietly while the woman continued her banter. You faked a smile to her before speaking again. "Hi, hey Ron, it's Y/n! Yeah, yeah, doing good, hey listen, would you mind sending security down to gifts? I have a disgruntled customer who refuses to listen. Awesome, thanks so much!"

The womens jaw dropped as you placed the phone back to the receiver, Eddie snickering quietly at this interaction.

"Who do you think you are!" the woman shouted, feigning a hand to her chest dramatically. "Do you know who I am?"

You smiled and shook your head, folding your hands on the counter. "No, ma'am, I don't! However I am the manager of this department and am asking you to remove yourself before security gets here."

The woman stared dumbfounded, slowly backing up from your bubble. Eddie stared in wonder at the interaction, and if he was honestly, completed turned on by your dominance.

"Merry Christmas!" you smiled, waving as the woman moved away from the scene.

Eddie noticed security at the end of the walkway and he shook his head, laughing slightly. Finding the nerve to walk up to you, he leaned softly against the counter and looked to the way in which the Grinch had left. "I think that was better than any of those movies playing in the theater right now."

You looked to him when he had approached, and smirked a bit at his words. "I try. Gotta keep some sort of sanity in this place."

"I get it, it's a madhouse in here," Eddie nodded, giving his best smile before extending his hand. "Eddie."

Your smirk simmered into a smile and you shook his hand back, nodding. "Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, I'm wondering if you might be of some use to me," he said, straightening back up.

"Oh?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I mean, you are the manager of this department," Eddie said. "I'm in the works for the perfect gift."

"Ah," you nodded, stepping out from around the counter and glancing around your section. "Mom? Sibling? Girlfriend?"

Eddie stifled a laugh and he slowly followed beside you. "Uh, no mom. No siblings. And no girlfriend."

Your face erupted in pink and you stumbled over your words. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"Hey, hey," Eddie grinned. "All good here. I'm shopping for my uncle, wanna try to find him something nice. Not much of a budget but I figured I'd find something on sale."

You felt your panic subside and sat a cool hand against your cheek, the heat subsiding. "Well, I'm sure we can find something perfect for him! Maybe something for you? Doesn't hurt to treat yourself sometimes."

Eddie pursed his lips a little bit and dug his hands in his pockets, following slightly behind you. He watched the way the bell of your hat jingled with every step you took. You arms slightly swayed when you walked, and you barely made a sound when taking a step. He began to notice the little things, and started to quietly thank the stars he'd came into the mall after all.

"I think I already have."

#stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #christmas #xmas #holidays #eddie munson blurb #blurb #managerreader #yeehaw #i thought this was cute

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theneighborhoodwatch · 8 months

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I find it interesting that the puppets who have changed their costumes from the other earlier Halloween picture are Sally, Eddie and to a lesser extent Julie. The first two have completely different outfits changing from a cat and scarecrow to Frankenstein and a Pedrolino respectively. Interestingly, While Julie is still a witch, her costume color has changed to purple, just like Eddie's Frankenstein costume. And given what we know about the color purple in this world and their connections with Frank (heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie chose his costume because it has the name Frank in it), it leads to some interesting possibilities

y'know, this ask just made me realize something: a lot of the pierrot/pedrolino archetype's most iconic traits are things that can also be said of eddie. hear me out:

a loyal, hardworking, dependable member of the working class whose most common role in the story is to help out other characters

is (or is perceived as) clumsy and simpleminded, and is typically the butt of the joke as a result

is/falls in love with someone who is already in a relationship (or is at least assumed to be - we don't yet know how explicit the in-universe ship tease for julie and frank got, since this is only the second time we're seeing it)

originally intended as a rather straightforward character, but developed to have some hidden depth or another over time (although this can probably be said of any WH character)

like, of course eddie recognizes pedrolino - he is pedrolino! but what does it mean that sally is the one wearing the costume? does she see some of herself in pedrolino? is she disturbed by pedrolino for whatever reason, and thought he was the perfect costume as a result, given how much emphasis she places on the importance of cultivating fear in the new storybook audio? (and if that is the case, what does that say about how she sees eddie?) is it meant to imply that sally is more oblivious than she would like to think, since she's dressing up as an archetype but fails to recognize it when she's speaking to someone who fits that archetype almost perfectly? who can say...

i think the idea of eddie choosing frankenstein's monster based on the name is cute, but the name seems to be the only thing he can't remember about the book, so i'd be much more inclined to think he was drawn to it based on the contents of the story. but what is it about those contents, i wonder... very mysterious. y'know. the thing that purple seems to be associated with in welcome home. mystery... secrecy... etc. perhaps julie's new costume having more purple on it is meant to be a nod to this on a visual level, since it was revealed a week before the update? like "hey!!!! there's some Mysteries in this update!!!" or, yknow, maybe it just looked better.

i dunno. thanks for watching me spitball, though.

#anonymous #ask #welcome home #wh speculation #eddie dear #sally starlet

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frauleindermorgen · 8 days

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@pirrhyc sent:

“ Micaiah, ”‎‎‎ ‎ Pelleas calls out to her, a part of him always searching for her. The ball is hectic this year, so many people about, to the point he finds it a bit overwhelming. A part of him knows, however, that it is a good thing there are this many people. In it, it is a sign of widespread peace to see so many people able to attend Garreg Mach away from their homes. The arrival of so many from that one continent, Elyos, also hints to the spread of tranquility to even farther places. “ It's difficult to believe that once we thought the rest of the world had been flooded, isn't it? That we thought we were the only ones left… and yet, look at how many people are here! ” He sidles up close to her, reaching from behind his cape to hold her hand and find comfort in her touch. He is a bit embarrassingly begging in this way, isn't he? For as much as he dressed himself up this way, trying to look every bit the imposing man a King of Daein ought to be, he is still irrevocably weak for her. No, not weak. He is weak on his own, needing to come to her, but he is not weaker for having her. He never could be. (But… perhaps a bit too lonely. He hopes she doesn't mind.) “ I know we should go out and meet many others, rise up to our roles and all that, but… Do you terribly mind, Micaiah? ”‎ ‎ Dark blue eyes turn to her, pleading alongside his quiet whisper.‎ ‎ “ For just a little while… I'd like to be with you just like this… Er, not that I have any particular plans or anything, if you're wondering. I just… ”

He prevaricates, but eventually, he relents with a defeated sigh, cheeks tinged a slight pink color.‎ “ A part of me is always wishing to have you to myself… ”

There is always a moment in festivities when she is drawn to the scant bit of silence she can find; often, as she is now, out among the rose bushes, she finds it among plants and so too does Pelleas find her. His is a companionship she does not shy from, for the eddies of his emotions she finds herself moving through peacefully more and more - he is to her, even in the uncertain future (perhaps especially), a comfort.

“I was thinking just the same thing upon meeting Rafiel earlier,” Micaiah says, crossing over to meet him, “the country of Hatari seemed like a fairytale when he and Queen Nailah first described it to me but here at Garreg Mach we’ve seen so much, and met so many.”

There is a part of her that still fears the sea - and the stories of Ashera’s torrential flood, but she remembers her prayer and Yune’s strong wings and her sense of gravity returns in time.

“We thought there were just Beorc and Laguz, only recently granting rights to Branded - but you’re right, look how vast the people of the world really are. And again, at this ball we can stand tall with them and clasp hands.”

She squeezes Pelleas’ in her own when she says that, beaming up at him; how much more they know now, and how much they have changed. She had seen him in the Daien royal cape once before, and back then she had made a promise to him too, but tonight it is for a far longer lasting promise, and one she feels confident they need no goddess’s blessing for.

“I’d like to be alone too,” Micaiah says, “with you.” She adds, cheeks bright under the moonlight. “There was a bud in the Greenhouse I wanted to show you. Hopefully we will not interrupt any lover’s trysts, but ah well, it is a lovely place after all - perhaps we only must wait our turn.”

She laughs, pulls him closer; wondering why he need wish for something he already has.

#pirrhyc #toaball2024 #//somft...#//tag later #//thanks as always n. esp bc without this ask micaiah would have never been bolded on the spreadsheetaafdklajflka

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fandoms-in-law · 9 months

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Stories Chapter 4

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

Summary: Planning the redecoration of Steve's house comes in the form of Robin and Eddie trying to trick him into it

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Hellfire carries on being held at Steve's house, but the kids remain banned from going into Steve's room since Dustin raided it. They all start to protest until Eddie points to a shelf of blank notebooks Steve had brought.

Between him and Eddie there was one for every member to use if their notes were forgotten and none of them were allowed to take them from Steve's house in case they're lost. Dustin tries to protest that but gets cut off.

"I will be the first to say I'm not the biggest fan of the guy, but I'm with Eddie and Steve on this. You invaded his privacy last time he left us here alone and instead of being grateful he's not making us rearrange Hellfire to ensure its always when he isn't working or accepting the gift of notebooks to help out when our notes are forgotten you're trying to ask for more?" Gareth began ranting. "He's being more gracious over this than anyone's parents would be if they hosted and had their privacy invaded and from what I can make out, he's basically co-parenting you with Eddie any time you leave your homes. Sit down, shut the fuck up and thank him the next time he gives you a lift anywhere for not giving you more of a punishment for what you did."

Eddie claps slowly in the silence that falls over the 4 boys then. "Well said Gareth. Well said! Lucas, I copied your notes from the last session into your notebook while Steve Robin and I watched a film. If anyone has any further arguments, rolling with disadvantage is always a choice you can make."

Between the threat and Gareth's words nothing more was said and Eddie began recounting where the adventurers left their journey.

...

Robin didn't forget that Steve could redecorate and after a few weeks, and a few more small ornaments being added to his home, brought home decoration magazines into family video on their shift.

"Dream home designing, let's go!" she declared when a quiet period hit them, tugging Steve over to look at the magazines.

He stared at her for a moment, "Dream? As in you are going to point out things you'd want in your home too so I can judge those choices."

"Precisely, like this bed. It looks so gigantic I can only dream of how soft it would be." She immediately states, flicking through to one page.

He scoffs, "Until you get lost in it and have to wriggle for hours to break free of blankets that would weigh a ton. Also, would you want to have to fit the duvet cover back on that quilt?" he rifles through the magazines for a moment before slamming one open down on the counter. "No, the better bed is this. Big but not huge and with a canopy so I can feel enclosed and safer from watching things break through the ceiling."

"Good point. But you can't argue that the best baths are deep and free-standing." she counters, diverting to a different rooms design although Steve notices the bed he'd pointed out getting a star drawn next to it.

"Corner tubs all the way. You can have extra jets added and lower it into the floor to get the depth without making the height to climb over into it any higher."

Robin gave him a look, "I thought I'd have to argue you into playing this game, Dingus. You're already thinking about what you want your house to be like."

"Knew you couldn't keep quiet about it forever. Just got a head start of ideas to use." Steve agreed. "Besides I want to know what your dream house is like too. Come on, I know I'm going to need a big dining table but what would you go for? Just a living room so everyone can be comfy and eat on trays in their laps?"

"Hell no!" She scoffed. "I need space for puzzles and board games anyway so even if we always eat in the living room I want a dining room."

"Just normal seats though. Maybe some shaping but it can't be too pretentious." Steve described.

"As if Eddie would survive you getting rid of the pretentious chair he's claimed as a throne." she countered. "Besides I'm going to have chairs with cushions on them in my dining room."

"He can keep one grand chair in my house, the rest I want to be plain or slightly carved backs with like cats or something and then cushions. Dining chairs don't need arm rests." He allowed. "And the living room needs to be smaller, intimate and comfy as much as it can be when I need places to sit for all the brats. Maybe some of those massive cushions we can just collapse onto?"

Robin grinned. "Knew you'd be torn between fitting everyone in and the comfort of smaller rooms. Me, I'm just wanting a small living room with bookshelves around the TV that I can fill with books and videos alike."

"I'm making a house of comfort not schoolwork." Steve countered, holding one finger up but turning away as the door chimed for a customer coming in.

"Hello and welcome to Family Video do you need any help?" He recited, before grinning as he recognised Eddie. "Or are you just here to hang out?"

"I'm here bringing colour swatches. Since favourite songs have just been saving lives, who knows when favourite colours will." Eddie declared, waving the pages in front of Steve who rolled his eyes.

"That's a better excuse than Robin used, but you're still trying to get me started on redecorating or at least planning it." He chuckled. "Let's see what you've got anyway."

With a grin Eddie closed the magazines, piling them off to the side and spreading his variety of colour swatches out. "Personally I prefer reds, especially dark ones like this, but I can see you preferring lighter shades maybe even pastels."

Steve did move to cover over most of the dark shades, leaving the one Eddie had pointed out visible along with a few dark greens and blues. "For decorating my home? Dark colours make rooms seem smaller, like they're closing in. So unless I'm doing one wall in a dark shade and the rest lighter, we can avoid them. Honestly my favourite colour is lilac."

"Good choice, another thing you can't mention around the family, I bet?" Eddie agreed, shuffling around the swatches again. "And what is your favourite colour, Lady Buckley?"

Steve gave him a flat look, gesturing for Robin to reply first.

"Once I'd've said blue but these places we work like having it in their colour schemes. Perhaps an aquamarine shade." she decided after a moment, tapping the colour she meant.

Eddie raised an eyebrow to silently repeat his question to Steve.

"Actually, they think it's a colour that might help me find this perfect girl to settle me into the plans they've put on my life. Shows sensitivity as long as I don't have too many things in the colour. Focus on the colour or Robin's magazines before trying to push any other boundaries, Munson." He muttered, pointedly pulling the magazines out again,before glancing back. "And Robin chose a bathroom colour if she'd use it for a full room."

"It would be fantastic for a living room! Add some yellow accessories or furniture and it'll make the room feel sunny." She protested.

Steve rolled his eyes as Eddie also started starring the colours so far mentioned or pointed at by any of them. "Are these colours we can even get paint in for my house or did you raid like an art supply store?"

"DIY shop. All these swatches are of wall paints we can get a town over. The magazine I doubt we can get furniture from without extortionate delivery costs though." Eddie promptly replied, eyeing the pages. "We'd be better going around furniture shops if you get an idea of what you want to do."

"No we'd better actually be checking what I can afford to change. Pretty sure given the cost of moving walls I should just change the bathroom in any structural way and leave the rest to changing furnishings or adding throws and blankets over the living room. Painting the walls is definitely the most affordable change we can make and given its almost all white would be easy too." Steve corrected. "The dream home planning only goes so far if I can't afford to change everything about that house."

...

He'd known when pointing out the difference between his dream home and what he could afford to do that one of them would mention it sooner rather than later. That's why Steve made the sketch, rough and definitely not to scale, but a sketch of the houses floor plan never the less.

And it was good for Steve that he decided to make the house plan alone because going into the office, his parents bedroom with the intention of planning what they could become made him uneasy. He didn't need their comfort making it harder to convince himself it's just him there and everything else is fine.

Besides, it gave him a chance to actually imagine what changes he would make to the house completely outside of their influence. There was and probably always would be, part of him that said to share his spaces, to fill them with other people to make sure he wouldn't be alone again and it yelled in his mind to just agree with using Robin and Eddie's favourite colours for rooms, to bring in the furniture they preferred over his own.

Between the magazines Robin had given him and the colour swatches the Eddie encouraged him to tear apart Steve got to make a collage of the type of things he'd actually want to put in each room. It felt therapeutic in a way he was sure actually redecorating probably wouldn't be. After living for so long with his house like this it was almost terrifying to think about.

It's from this evening that Steve realises one thing he definitely wants in his room and living room to make the place feel like it's irrefutably theirs: murals of the party as victors over their towns nightmare. He knows the person to ask to do them as well, even if it breaks Eddie and Robin's rule against telling the kids.

Will is the best artist in their ragtag family. Plus he'd easily accept keeping the secret for them. Now Steve just wants to figure out more clearly what he'd like the scene to look like since he wouldn't have gore or grime in them; no good victory painting ever focuses or reveals that.

chapter 5

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #platonic stobin #platonic steddie #hellfire club

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the-gentler-gamester · 1 year

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Happy ST4 Anniversary, nerds!

One year on since this moment in the first episode changed the trajectory of my life.

Now. Gather round, children. It's story time.

Let's dial the clock back.

- It's January 2008. I'm sitting alone in a dark cinema. The film I'm about to watch is Sweeney Todd. I. Am. Hyped. Suddenly this young lad appears on the screen. I watch the film and fall in love with it. I watch the credits thinking, "who played Anthony? I gotta remember that name. Kid will surely go places!"

- I do remember the name. And saw it crop up several times over the years. Twilight, The Mortal Instruments. But I was never more than just a casual admirer. I was always pleased to see him though.

- Then came the realisation he was a musician too. (Oh hey look, it's also the one year anniversary of Run On/Devil in Me!) I checked out some of his band's music and wasn't too keen (at the time that is. Low-key obsessed now.) It was little too hard-core for me. Although I did think it was pretty cool when I saw that they'd tour and Glasgow would occasionally be on the list. Alas I never went to any of their shows. (THE REGRET IS SO REAL)

Then... he fell off my radar.

- Stranger Things S4. Up until this point, I enjoyed the show. But never called myself a "fan"! So, I never really kept up to date with filming etc. Anyway. I sit down to watch the new series. Literally right after the title sequence, the name flashes up on my screen. I sit bolt upright.

"Oh... you're back."

You know that way when you see someone's name in the opening credits of something and think "I wonder who they're playing. I gotta keep an eye out" but then you're so swept up in the action, you forget? And before you know it, it's over and you sit there thinking "wait... I didn't see them..." Yeah! I should have clicked right then who he was playing... hindsight huh?

- The series progresses and come episode 5, I FINALLY see the face I've been waiting for. And something changes in me. It's hard to explain. I'm immediately intrigued and by episode 7 I'm ALL IN. This character, man!

- I have quite a few friends who love the show. And we're all collectively losing our minds. For several different reasons. I would have these amazing conversations with each of them. And while the world falls in love with Eddie, I'm inexorably drawn back into the fold by that same blond-haired, blue eyed boy who has been tucked away in my heart, waiting for the moment when I finally realise he's been there all along.

- My focus has been shifted back to him. I revisit all our previous connections with new eyes (AND ears!) All the while, the friendships I have are being fed constantly. Daily, nerdy conversations are my life. I've never smiled and laughed so much. All of this also allowed me to reconnect with people who had drifted away from me. Not intentionally. But life (and a pandemic) gets in the way. This series opened a gateway to allow so much positivity into my life. More than ever before.

- While deep diving into his past, I discover things that open my eyes further. The realisation that he was many years sober and clean after battling addictions made my heart hurt. But also instantly made me feel a deep pride in how far he'd come. I would watch videos of him interacting with fans and talking so openly and honestly about his struggles. Both with addiction and his mental health. I respected him so goddamn much for his honesty. And made me more honest about my own struggles.

Despite the darkness though, there is his sunny disposition. A laugh and smile that always makes me smile too. And there's the pure kindness and truthfulness he radiates. I was pulled in. There was no resisting.

- As odd as it sounds, everything combined gave me an entirely different outlook on life. I was happier than I'd been in such a long time. And then came the convention appearances. Oh boy. What a crazy ride that's been!

- After the initial "I can't afford this!" drama, I got my own shot at him in November of 2022. He was everything I expected and so much more. Kind, warm, chatty and an absolute sweetheart. Even though our literal first interaction was him shaking my hand, looking at me with squinty eyes then asking "have we met before?" No babe, we haven't but I've known you far longer than I realised. And our tale is a very long and complex one. Maybe one day, I'll be able to sit with you and share it myself.

Thank you. For everything. I'm so incredibly grateful that you came into my life. I owe you so much. My words, gifts and hugs will never be enough.

TL;DR - Happy S4 Day! And if you didn't know already, I fucking love one James Metcalfe Campbell Bower.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #jamie campbell bower #vecna #henry creel #001 #personal #i can't write poetry or love songs so this will have to do #my history with jamie is a long and strange tale #and this post is just the basics tbh #he's come back into my life for a reason I'm sure of it - i just need to figure out why

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clairethecutepup · 1 year

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Title: Puppy Eyes and Doll Eyes (Pg. 1)

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First, disclaimers: we all know Ed Edd n' Eddy doesn't belong to me, and the "Assassin AU" of the series is by "C2ndy2c1d". Secondly, it's recommended you zoom into the image for better quality, however possible. For more about this piece and my thoughts, click the "read more" below.

If you're wondering how some animal hybrid, like Claire, exists in this world, I came up with an idea that could make sense. I'd imagine any organization running a business involving assassins would want to craft something that'd make their jobs easier: hybrids that combine humanistic and animalistic abilities, "werebeasts". At the very least, it certainly helped me come up with one idea for a more original series based on assassins.

Just think about how handy it may be, if you could have a servant/partner that was un-dyingly loyal to the point of dying in your place? Plus, the human body would make for an easier time of protecting you and assisting you in tasks, while the animal senses/parts are pretty easy to guess the usefulness of.

Back to the comic itself, I had some issues here and there, like the upper perspective toward the forest ceiling at times. Also, I'll be honest: this AU version of Sarah and Jimmy freaks me out, so that was a mental obstacle to overcome, via getting myself into the Zen of looking at and drawing them. What? They wear masks, they call themselves a creepy-sounding duo name of "Dollies," their main method of weapon is acupuncture and thus means they prefer controlling your body-- don't even get me started on some fan art portraying them as puppeteers, by as simple as their hidden strings being drawn from their fingertips... If that wasn't enough, I've seen how cunning and manipulative these two could be in the actual EEnE series: "If it Smells like an Ed" and "Run Ed Run," and I'd imagine they'd be 10x more clever and conniving, possibly having honed those skills as assassins.

Even creepier, I just know those two would realistically have a field day with Claire, since her small size and animal features would probably make her look like a living doll/teddy hybrid in the duo's eyes. I doubt they'd actually hurt the poor, terrified thing, but I still do not envy her being a likely target of their fun: the teasing, the ability to push her around, the ability to manipulate her smaller body-- even without the puppet strings and acupuncture... Geez, it's like Claire has her own Kanker Sisters, except there's no "lovey dovey" stuff involved-- but I can't decide which is worse!

I also had a bit of trouble with the drawn motions, and I'm not especially proud of the movement in Claire zipping into Ed's arms up there. But, at the very least, I think we can all agree it looks better to use lines and draw SFX, than to do some sort of "overlapping" effects and what else could hide the expressions/etc.

#ed edd n eddy assassin au #eene assassin au #digital comic #colored comic #clip art studio #original work #original art #sarah #jimmy #Ed #hybrid character #page 1 #ed edd n eddy #fanart #fan comic #alternate universe

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reginarubie · 2 years

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hi I'm the anon from before about being hesitant to send a prompt! I'm glad that to hear your almost done with night shift and that your taking steps to take care of yourself!

Here the prompt I wanted to send and again do it on your own pace!

Pairing: Jonsa

au: John wick

it pretty much follows canon John wick where Sansa dies and she gives him dogs lady and ghost, John gets attack and lady is killed while ghost survived so he goes full dark Jon like the movies. Eventually he realizes he lost his way when the ring that Sansa and him exchanged was taken and he was forced back into the life he left to be with sans so once the battle is over and he has his ring back he spends the rest trying to do good, be the man she loved. idk starts charities, restore and preserve history,etc.

idk really know, this was just an idea but I'd be happy with any John Wick au of them

The other prompt isn't like a ship thing though. Its more of a sibling dynamic

Pairing: Arya and Sansa

Au: Arya goes through her first heartbreak and the family was worried before figuring out that IT'S ARYA. She'll be fine. But Sans is not convince, she notices that Arya doesn't have that same wildness when they argue. Notice that she spends more time staring into space, etc. Arya was not ok.

That's all I really have, I just want some solo sisters dynamic between them.

I had one for Stranger things LuMax and Eddie criss but idk if your part of that fandom. Wow this is a lot, again take your time!

Ciao anon!, thank you again for your concern!

Since, as we spoke about, I am taking things at my own pace I decided to start with the Arya/Sansa sister prompt, but you will get also the John Wick AU (after I've had time to rewatch it, since I've seen it like twice, bits and pieces and I'd like to have a better grasp of some foggy details that had intrigued me and I'd like to put in the story as well). I'm not really a great fan of Stranger Things, but I adore my girl, Max (another red-head...hmm...my bf is a red-head...hmm...I'm starting to see a pattern here) so let me know what it was that you were hoping for, with LuMax as they are adorable!

So, let's hop onto this sister-time between our fav Stark girls! Fair warning since I love, adore and would die for Edric/Arya we shall see a tiny bit also of Edric Dayne in this story (sorry if, instead, you don't like that pairing) and since Gendry did kind of break Arya's heart in canon he is her previous boyfriend.

Prompt: Arya goes through her first heartbreak and the family was worried before figuring out that IT'S ARYA. She'll be fine. But Sans is not convince, she notices that Arya doesn't have that same wildness when they argue. Notice that she spends more time staring into space, etc. Arya was not ok.

Of course, since we're speaking of love between siblings the songs that inspired me were Brother by Kodaline and Hey Brother by Avicii (and from lines of these songs I've drawn the title). Both of them are pretty young here, I'm thinking on Sansa being seventeen going to eighteen and Arya being fifteen.

It's short, but I promise it's sweet.

Warm and safe [for you, there is nothing in this world I wouldn't do]

[As always I cannot stress enough that the pieces of art are NOT mine, I simply collect them on the net and use them! Credit to the artist, because the work is amazing and it fit with the idea of a young Arya and Sansa going through heartbreak]

Arya almost slips on the last step of the staircase, though that might be because Nymeria has been hanging around her feet, or her slipper might have caught and slipped, yet her sister looks... miles away, not present.

Since they had been kids Arya had been the agiler and swifter of the two of them, graceful in her own way, her sister had been like a cat, able to fall on her feet even from the house in the tree in the backyard. It's strange, off-putting to see her so easily tripping like a klutz when her sister had never been such.

But what scares Sansa the most is that Arya is almost never quiet, unless she's plotting your demise — in that case you better start running for your life [just saying] — she's always moving, always speaking...she's a tumultuous volcano of activity.

When they had been little her anger had been worse, spiked and provoked way too easily, and when she had been diagnosed with ADHD most of them had been surprised to learn how much of her behavior was a direct result not only of it, but of the way they had been going around to try and help or contain her.

Now she's so quiet that Sansa has sneaked in her room whilst she was showering to make sure she is taking her meds correctly and it's not abusing them or not using them or... Sansa doesn't know, alright? — she's not a doctor — but if it's something that has to do with the ADHD it might pass through her meds and if those are in the correct amount based on her therapy (and yes, Sansa has sneaked also in her mother's room and controlled the right dosage in her sister's folder, which maybe she shouldn't have done it without permission, but she's worried) she can safely argue that maybe it's something else.

Though she still doesn't know what might have rendered her usually active, energetic and easygoing sister closed off and quiet beyond any measure. That is until Bran comments on how Meera's classmate, Gendry is strangely absent from their home and inquires with Arya about his wellbeing and suddenly everything clicks in her mind. She exchanges a look with Bran and knows Bran has done it on purpose.

“I wouldn't know,” Arya sneers “we're not together anymore” her voice sounds like vitriol. Sansa wonders if it tastes as acid as it sounds. Somehow she feels like it might taste like heartbreak.

Sansa had found Gendry lovely in his own bullheaded way, he had proved time after time he could stand his ground with Arya. The two of them, despite the age-gap had met in the gym Arya usually frequented (the same gym she has been finding excuses to go to in the last couple of weeks) and had started boxing together. In the matter of a couple of years they had started to go out together and Arya had seemed happy.

That's how, in the middle of a saturday morning the entire Stark household discovers that Arya and her boyfriend Gendry have broken things off.

For the first few weeks everyone is overly indulgent with Arya, which makes her angry — which is still better than the apathy both Sansa and Bran had noticed — Jon, their cousin and Arya's favored relative, comes around more often even while he attends college at Castle Black and Robbs returns almost every weekend from Silverhill college; Bran shares more of his video-games with her and Rickon offers to train with her. Their father just has this sad look in his eyes like he understands and brings home her favorite ice-cream more often than not. Their mother, has stopped lamenting on Arya's purple dyed hair or Arya's scruffy-looking manner.

Until slowly things return back to normal.

Afterall, Rickon comments one day when Arya, strong, willful Arya flips them all off and declares she is going out for a run alone “It's Arya, figures she'd get over him in no time”

Still, Sansa can't help but worrying.

In fact, while Arya does seem to be on the mend, though her grades have not gotten better, and starts again to enjoy her own activities (and takes to box again); she's even started to hang out with her friends again — Hotpie [And no, Sansa is never getting over the fact that, that is his real name] and Lyra Mormont — and Sansa is happy because of it; there is still something that feels off to her.

She tries to talk it over with her mother, whose response is of “Arya is as stubborn as I was her age, she'll get over it, she only needs time”

Yet...contrary to popular opinion in Arya's inner circle of friends and their family, Sansa still doesn't feel at ease.

So, and perhaps she's overstepping, when Sansa gets called by the principal to help a new transfer student to adjust and notices the way the boy's blue-almost-purple eyes seem to search for her sister around the building after he first caught sight of her, she decides it's time she learns to delegate and introduces the two of them.

Edric is kind and soft-spoken and not as bull-headed as Gendry but not for that less firm, Sansa sees that every time Arya makes plain he is overstepping (even when he really isn't) he gives her space, but without being recalcitrant about it, tries to coax her out of her shell again, even when he fails it doesn't seem to deter him; plus he is very friendly and easily falls into a cherished friendship with Arya's circle of friends.

Still doesn't mean Arya appreciated her help.

“So,” Sansa begins one night as they are busy preparing for the night, Arya is wearing her silly minions pajamas and Sansa is skin-caring “how is Edric? He seems like such a darling”

Arya, it seems has been at the end of her patience about this particular matter, so she slams her toothbrush on the sink and turns to her “Stop it,” she demands of her “just, stop it. He's annoying and restless”

And for a glorious moment Sansa thinks it's almost like having her sister back, the one who would not back down from an argument if her life depended on it.

“I think he likes you,” Sansa sing-songs mostly to goad her, try to get her out of her walls. It doesn't work, Arya's face and eyes which would've sparked with ire before, suddenly close off and shut down.

Her sister deflates “I don't need—no, I don't want his pity and I don't want either your pity or your help” she says and her voice, instead of being dripping venom as it would have usually...

You're a liar!

... is instead resigned. It hurts in Sansa very marrow to see her sister so apathetic.

Arya washes her toothbrush and puts it in its place “Just leave it alone” she says, her voice uneven as if she's holding back tears and, upon closer inspection, Sansa does notice that her eyes are teary. Still, Arya turns her back to her and walks out, when Sansa has finished and leaves the shared bathroom, passing near Arya's slightly ajar door she sees her sister sat on the windowsill, looking out, spacing out. But it is not the kind of spacing out she does, from time to time, when she's considering hard something. This is... sadder, filled with unresolved feelings.

Sansa remembers the first time her heart broke. She had been fourteen, she had fancied herself in love with a childhood friend who had, in truth, been horrible and they'd gotten together, by the time her fourteenth birthday had come around Sansa, who should've been the one to be celebrated had discovered, instead, that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her — at the time — dearest friend.

She doesn't remember much, she remembers crying, she remembers the slap and the way the blood had echoed in her ears after he had struck her, the way the pain in her cheek had been numbed by the one in her chest, only to increase her heartbreak. Honestly she did not know how she did it, but she had fished out her phone from her purse to find it dead — she had forgot to charge it — and had walked bare-foot because those hells were nightmarish on the hard concrete to the nearest public phone and she had somehow, with trembling hands composed the only number she could find on the worn out phone book. It had been the number of the bar Jon worked at part-time in Wintertown.

She still remembers the way her voice had shaken when they had answered “Jon..?” and the relief when the stranger had passed the call to Jon, she hadn't been able to speak, only sobbing but somehow Jon had recognized her. He had mounted on his bike and came to take her home. He and Robb had also beaten up Joff, but that was neither here not there, repaying the bruise on her cheek in kind and her father had sued Joffrey for it too. Yet, Sansa had been too spaced out that night to do anything but turn and turn again in her bed all night, her mother wasn't home because their grandfather had fallen and broken his leg and needed care and she had felt so alone, until Arya had come to her room at two in the night — grumbling apparently annoyed about her moving and sobbing keeping her awake from the other room — with warm milk and a lemon cake, had not forced her to eat, but left it on her bedside table before sneaking inside her bed and curling like a small dormouse around Sansa, embracing her. Lady and Nymeria had curled around each other and the feet of the bed and Sansa had finally been able to sleep a bit.

So, as willful and stubborn as her other siblings and refusing to let Arya suffer alone because ‘it's Arya’, but exactly because ‘she's Arya’, she quietly slips in the kitchen and prepares her sister favorite vanilla hot chocolate and retrieves one of the baked biscuits Arya loves to much. Her father intercepts her as she returns upstairs, takes notice of the tray in her hands and smiles at her, kisses her forehead and lets her go, even if they have this rule not to eat any sweet after a certain hour.

She doesn't knock on the door, she just strides inside. Arya doesn't even take notice, she keeps looking out with that sad, resigned look on her face. A misplaced look.

Sansa cannot make her better with a snap of her fingers. She would if she could. But she can hold together her until things don't get better.

“Hey,” she calls after she has left the tray on the bed walking to the windowsill. Arya looks up startled when Sansa puts her hand on her shoulder “I know you don't want my help,” she starts “but I know you are hurting”

Arya sniffs and hastens to dry her tears “I am not hurting” she lies.

Sansa sighs and sits before her on the windowsill “It's okay to be hurting,” she tells her “it doesn't make you weak” she assures her.

Arya snorts “If you are about to say that it makes you stronger I will personally throttle you” and it's the most Arya thing they've gotten out of her lately. Unprompted nonetheless.

“No, it doesn't, not always anyway” she says “honestly, you might feel broken for a long time” she tells her.

Arya nods and looks out of the window for a long time, Sansa just sits there beside her, and at one point Arya offers her, her hand to hold and Sansa does. Firmly. Softly.

Arya sobs, instead, are not soft at all. But Sansa doesn't care as long as her sister, finally, feels safe enough to get all that hurt off her chest.

“It will get better,” Sansa promises “not today, not tomorrow. But one day”

“And until then?” Arya asks “fake it until you make it?” Sansa smiles at that, it had been a sort of mantra for her, after her breakup with Joffrey.

“How do you know it'll get better?,” Arya asks “did it get better for you?”

Sansa caresses her cheek “Of course it did, and of course it will for you too,” she replies “and I know because I am the smartest Stark in the shack” she says with a nudge to her sister nose with her own.

It's not true, not even at all. Without Bran's prompting none of them would have learned about the breakup for who knows how long, and Robb is a chess-genius. Still, it's a silly line, but it makes Arya gurgle a snort between her sobs.

“You are,” she says seriously after she has stopped sobbing and laughing together “you really are”

Sansa smiles softly at her “And you are the strongest person I know,” she says “you will get better, and you can do it alone too, but the point is... you don't have to” she tells her “I'm here. We all are”

And that's when the dam breaks, and Arya launches herself half in her lap curling around her and sobbing even harder than before. Sansa simply embraces her, cards a hand through her hair and murmurs encouragements and as much as comforting words as she can muster through the lump in her throat.

And when her sobs are subsided a bit, Sansa tugs at a lock of hair “And this color is the coolest” she says “Gendry has lost his winning at the lottery, but that's okay, because the win was yours alone to begin with and it's your right to share with whom you want and as you have to deserve their lottery they have to deserve yours”

So, four months after that, when Arya faceplates into the duvet of her bed mumbling incoherently “So, turns out Edric does like me” and Sansa rolls her eyes...

“You don't say?”

... and her sister sasses her right back her eyes sparkling, Sansa knows. Maybe she's not there yet, but she's on her way to get better.

And Arya will never know that Sansa has invited Gendry out for a coffee and given him a piece of her mind, chewed him whole and spat him out because he broke her little sister's heart (even though when someone falls out of love they can do little to avoid it), nor that she made sure that he is aware he has lost the coolest, cuddliest little menace he could ever hope to stand beside to.

And if she's had Jon and Bran — wheelchair and all — flanking her sides to intimidate him a bit, well that's her secret, no?

And, if when Arya turns nineteen and Gendry comes knocking at their door, and Arya flips him and his excuses off to then snuggle into Edric's — who had been playing video games with Bran and has put them on hold — embrace even though she has not admitted yet to her feelings properly; Sansa gives Gendry a mock ballet curtsy with a soft spoken but not for that less acrid ‘Told you so’, well that's just how things go, sometimes.

Fin

You can read it as well here, on ao3 (x)! Thank you again for the prompts, I'll get on with the others as well :D Hope everything is fine with you and that you enjoyed it!

As always sending all my love ~G.

#anon asks #ask the hag #prompts #arya stark and sansa stark prompt #the hag's prompts

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dungeonsandeddie · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your post about anyone writing about themselves and you'd make something with Eddie regarding that. Tbh I'd mention it about myself but when I read x readers about Eddie i never insert my own name I use the name Veronica Sanchez because Stranger Things is a TV show and not real life so I'd like to think this would be a character in the show. Anyways, I'm Puerto Rican. I am smol chonk coming in at 5 feet and 2 3/4 of an inch (let's agree I'm 5'3) but weigh like 240 pounds. I'm thiccy thicc. I absolutely love music. I like all kinds of music though. I consider myself to be like a human Shazam. 70% of the time if I hear a song play I will state "oh I love this song!" And know exactly what song it is. I'm a huge sucker for rock music the most though. I'm 21 years old, I don't know how to ride a bike and I also have never been in a relationship before. Don't get me wrong, it hasn't been for a lack of trying to get in a relationship but I personally have a shitty experience. Tbh I'm bisexual but at this point in time we can't call me bisexual since I'm bimyself 🥲. At the end of the day I'm not actively looking for a partner anyways since I'm practically married to my job. I work at a retail pharmacy as a technician. Unlike Eddie I am actually a licensed drug dealer. Oh before I forget I'm cis female and go be she/her pronouns. I think that about covers the important stuff about me though. I also do have a few tattoos and piercings if that's of importance to note.

Hello!! I love how you have your own character for reader fanfics! I hope you like this!

Her name was Veronica Sanchez. Eddie had met her when he was picking up his Uncle Wayne's prescription from the pharmacy downtown. He didn't expect to meet anyone on a casual Saturday afternoon, but there she was. Working her ass off as a pharmacy technician giving Eddie drugs. Ironic, huh?

Eddie noticed her piercings and tattoos right off the bat and was immediately drawn to her. The way she talked she was so confident in herself and Eddie admired her for that.

So he would purposely stop by every Saturday just to conjure up the courage to start up a conversation. At first he would be casual about it- asking her things about pharmaceuticals. Then after a few weeks of the charades, he caught her on her break outside.

"You listen to rock?" He asked her, noticing the tape next to her Walkman.

"Of course i do. Who doesn't?" She smiled up at him while taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Then you should totally come see my band at the Hideout on Tuesdays. It consists of about five drunks so maybe you can be the sixth?" He smiled at her. "Oh- my names Eddie. Eddie Munson." He held out his hand in front of her.

"Veronica. Veronica Sanchez." She replied, shaking his hand in a warm manner.

Tuesday came around, and there the five drunks were. Eddie was setting his amp up, desperately searching for the tatted woman. "Had he been too straight forward?" he thought to himself, frowning at the thought he had made her uncomfortable in some way.

All of a sudden, he saw the 5'3ft girl standing there waving at him. He of course waved back with the biggest smile on his face.

"Alright everyone, here's Corroded Coffin! With a special guest in the audience tonight, Veronica Sanchez!"

#here ya go!!#eddie munson

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chiropteracupola · 2 years

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(hi its highseasgirlbossing) hmm how abt either local lieutenant experiences midwestern winter or more things in heaven and earth, or both if you feel like it? :3 (i admit that im also curious abt not not catboy keith but i'm afraid it won't mean much to me since i havent read it yet. still, if you want to go ahead!)

you know what, let's do all three, why not!

for the first, the actual midwestern winter of it all isn't really the focus of the fic, but in the first few months of the year, I had enough nice descriptions of Trudging Through The Snow amassed from my own experiences being a fool in the midwestern winter that I thought I'd send poor dear william bush on a little journey through an extra excessive wintertime.

‘now, em, why didn’t you just put these in a terror fic, since that’s already chock full of ice and snow and other frosty times?’ you may ask, but see, it happened to fill out one of my pre-existing half-thought-out ideas quite nicely, which happened to be ‘what if all those seafaring superstitions actually came to something for once’, which I then directed into ‘bush rescues hornblower after he’s stolen by the fae’. makes no sense, yeah, but it compels me, so.

He paused, and stood for a moment as the snow sifted down around him. It shifted over the ground in little waves, the light dusting carrying in arcs and curves over the ice. It was almost unnerving to watch it move so, each swirling, eddying gust of it almost a thing alive. He looked to the left, to the right, and before knowing why, backwards. The ship was gone, and all that remained in every direction was a swirl of austere, granular white. The only sound remaining was the gentle crunch of the snow as Bush shifted from foot to foot. Every surface in sight, the slow, soft arcs of snow stretching up to where a horizon should have been, glittered white and featureless and lovely.

of course, I am taking a good number of liberties with it to give it a bit more tone than what it’s based on, since ‘oh heck I tripped and fell over in the snow again. and then I did that again. and a third time.’ doesn’t quite hit the spots I’d like to hit in this one.

I am almost certain that 'more things in heaven and earth, horatio' will be one of my favorite things I've ever written, if I can just manage to buckle down and write the rest of the darn thing. that's right, this is the buzzfeed unsolved au!

it’s drawn from a number of things I’m inordinately fond of, such as spending about a week every winter watching buzzfeed unsolved while I sculpt until my brain begins to drip out my ears, and visiting the uss hornet with my brother. since it’s sliding rapidly back and forth between silly and spooky, I’ve gone with show-hornblower for this one. and also because I felt like this was archie’s kind of adventure, and I felt sad to leave him out of it.

“Can you say my name?” The box popped and hissed, crackling at a frequency that set Archie’s teeth on edge. “I just want to talk to you. Do you have anything you want to say?”

“Leg.” The sound emerged vague and mangled from the static, barely discernible.

“What!” Even after hundreds of investigations, the spirit box still made Archie more than a little unsettled. However, he managed to quickly recover his cool and keep the conversation going, hard on the ears as it was. “Did… did something happen to your leg here?” The box chittered ferociously, interspersed with faint and flickering voices.

“Is that a yes? Can you say …yes?” The box made an awkward squawk. Archie sighed. “Be sociable, won’t you?”

I think maybe a bit of the difficulty I’ve been having with writing it is having to first-name all three of them, which is something I don’t think I’ve ever done or seen done for them in a way that I’ve wholly enjoyed. I don’t think that that Premium Ghost Bros energy would hit right if I called them by their surnames either, so that’s something that I’m planning to keep fiddling with as I go along. it’s a very slow write, but it is also just 100% me being silly and having a good time, so it’s remained quite fun!

if you'd believe it, this is actually the third time I've started writing something where at least one character is inexplicably a catboy, and then gotten less confident with that plot point over time until it just resulted in Just A Lot of Very Strong Cat Comparisons. (although, I've rotated enough actual attempts at worldbuilding catboys into eighteenth-century britain through my mind at this point that I should probably give up and just do that for real at some point...)

His was a lean, sharp, wildcat sort of handsomeness, and so, remembering his features set into a snarl seemed hardly out of place. Just the same, like a cat he was but little weight, all bones wrapped up in layers of uniform. No softness, nothing going spare, and instead, a sort of concise, sleek ferocity that made Ewen almost expect to be hissed at.

He laughed a quiet little laugh to himself, thinking of other cats he had known, and wondering if, with enough coaxing, Captain Windham might be convinced to make himself comfortable on the hearthrug. As Ewen did so, he could almost hear the man’s scowl deepen, though neither could see the other’s face. He allowed himself the rest of a smile, but ceased to chuckle, thinking it better to allow Windham as much of the little dignity that remained to him as he could.

I actually don’t have much of a plot to this one yet, it’s more of the smack-sentences-in-my-notes-app sort for now, but we’ll see what comes of it!

#em writes stuff #I need a casual hornblower tag #heronposting #wip ask game #the other catboy attempts were both hornblower if you were wondering #if you look really closely at two of my completed fics I'll bet you can find them #(actually if anyone comes to me bearing the Specific Catboy Passages I will uh. draw some catboy horatio maybe.)#long post

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

💖 first time reader click here 💖

A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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Eddie: It's actually… Salamanders is not a cheesy line. What I love about that weird line is that Tina gets it. Jacob [says], "Don't say that," and secretly Newt knows that she's going to love it.

Katherine: She going to get it.

Eddie: It's, like, primitive.

Eddie: As far as Newt changing in this, what I love is that he has… Newt has always been an outsider. He's created this cocoon of safety for himself, and he's a good person and he has great quality with these creatures, but is that enough? Is it enough to be a good morally upstanding person?

Katherine: Within the comfort of your own home.

Eddie: Exactly. When the stakes of the world are so extreme. And I feel like in this film, he realizes not only does he have to engage, but he [has to] get Dumbledore to engage.

Katherine: Right. What makes Newt so special to Dumbledore? Because he talks about Newt having a desirable skill set, and we're talking about the strongest wizard in the wizarding world, Albus Dumbledore, not having a skill set that Newt has. Can you explain?

Eddie: I think that what I love about Newt is that he's not the greatest wizard in the world, but his skill set is so specific. I mean, Tina and Newt call Grindelwald at the end of the last film using a distraction technique – had to see this one – and the sort of lasso [pronounced "lay-sew"] that Dumbledore wouldn't have thought to use.

Eddie: For me, the end of this film and the way it seemed to cut between Johnny sort of enticing Ezra in and me sort of confronting Jude's character, Dumbledore, going away, you've got, "If you're going to send me out into the field, no more lies. We have to be in this together and you need to act." It feels like an engagement of that group who were on the bridge outside Hogwarts and this Darker side.

Katherine: I mean, it's so much fun because it's the one areas thing. The audience has this huge advantage over the characters. When we think the relationship is in trouble, it's serious business. We don't, playing these parts, know, "I probably think it's going to work out in the end." So when things go wrong, it gets intense, and it was so much fun fighting with you in this one.

Katherine: To just be really annoyed because of course that thing when someone has really gotten under your skin or is really frustrating you, it's typically like a sound indication that you're drawn to them. It's really [unintelligible]. And so it was really fun to push against that, to resist the romance in a way, to give the audience that pleasure of saying, " Oh, these two idiots. They don't know what we know. They don't know it's going to work out.”

Eddie: And it's also that we don't know until we read the script what the story is going to be. In the first film, we got to work together so much, so this one I was just like, "What? I don't get to hang out with Katherine until when?”

Press: Can you offer changes or say, "I'd like to get this explained better" or "We need another scene about this"? Or is this verboten?

Eddie: That's a really interesting question because the script is... Jo always writes with great vigor and there's extraordinary detail. But there are moments. For example, I remember originally in the script we saw that zouwu, we were introduced to that character. But we wanted to come up with at least one more moment of connection, we felt, between the zouwu and Newt. So we put in that tiny little scene when he's down in the case. And that zouwu, I had this idea, [for] with cats, when there's a thing of wool or a mouse, they play with it. And they pick it up and play with it again and then they fiddle with it. So we came up with it, an idea, collectively, to show Newt's relationship as he takes [unintelligible]. So Jo has this amazing thing by which, yes, she writes and she writes it fully and thoroughly, but she allows us the freedom to play within that.

Katherine: And we also recklessly invent new tasks for the CGI department in a way to problem-solve within the scenes. So then rather than giving a note about, "I'd like to change the writing of a scene" or anything like that, which we don't do, we all think, "Well..." When I went into the speakeasy in the first film, I thought, "She would look like a government official if she stays in a regular outfit and she wouldn't look right there." And I thought, "It would be really great if I had the appropriate attire." And we just thought, "Well, we got these wands." And the CGI department was like, "Okay, guys, it's going to take us a moment."

Press: What was your reaction when you heard the first time Johnny's character's speech about good and bad and right and wrong? And it's pretty striking, as you can imagine. So what was your reaction?

Katherine: Well, I mean, I guess first we saw it on the page, and I was just thrilled to see Jo exploring these issues. That was so the issues of our time, and are also the issues of the period in which the film is set. And that we know where that led us in the 20th century and to consider the possibility that we could be hurtling in that direction, again, is totally chilling. And then you put an actor into it who shows us how this happens. It's not by being simply terrifying, but being seductive and having logical arguments and encouraging people to take sides and to vilify the other. You see it takes a cunning person to manipulate people that way. And Johnny really understood that and I thought he delivered it masterfully. Although, I wasn't wearing my contacts in that scene.

[Everyone laughs]

Katherine: Because when I do wear my contacts while filming, they fog up and then I start blinking and tweaking out in weird ways. So I could not see him delivering it at all. It was so frustrating because it was a big amphitheater and I was quite a way [back] in the nosebleeds. And I was frustrated. I haven't seen the film yet, but I have to wait until I see it to actually fully take in what he was doing.

Press: And Eddie?

Eddie: Same. I mean, honestly, that was beautifully articulated. Yeah. It's a mixture of... that it's not as simple as black and white. That the use of charm, the use of seemingly rational arguments that manipulate.

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